#ruby bling

[syeljojolion]

[sepiamestus]

Me, seeing one of my mutuals that frequently appears in my notes appear in my notes: hooooly shit. I know them

[chasingrainbowsforever]

SusanB. ~ Simulated Diamond and Ruby Stackable Bands

[pupsmailbox]

SCENE︰EMO ID PACK

NAMES︰ acid. adder. adrian. aisling. alex. alice. alix. amethyst. annabelle. aqua. ash. ashlee. ashley. aspen. astley. avril. awe. axe. ayesha. bates. bell. bella. belladonna. bellatrix. billy. blade. blair. blitz. bloodie. bloodscene. blythe. bow. bree. butterfly. callie. candi. candy. celeste. chase. checkerz. clarity. click. coraline. couture. crow. cyril. cyrus. dakota. demi. demonia. devin. dino. dizzy. doge. dom. dominic. ebony. electra. elliot. emery. emmett. emo. epic. erin. evan. flash. fred. galaxy. gavin. gerard. ghostie. gif. gloom. gray. grayson. grim. gutz. happy. havoc. hazel. heyley. hunter. hyde. indigo. ink. iris. ivory. ivy. jack. jade. jason. jasper. jax. jeff. jet. jett. julie. kai kandi. kandiz. kat. kayden. killer. kit. kitt. kobi. kyler. lady. lapis. lee. lexie. liam. luna. lurk. lynx. lyric. lyxzen. mace. maddox. madeline. mae. malice. marceline. marcie. mars. mavis. meow. mia. midnight. mika. mill. nana. neo. net. nick. nina. noah. noob. nora. nyan. nyx. obscene. octavia. olivia. onix. onyx. opal. orange. orchid. pearl. phantom. phoenix. pierce, pierce. pitch. pixie. pop. punk. pusheen. rain. rainbow. raine. rainer. rave. raven. raver. rawr. razorz. reaper. ripley. river. rogue. ronnie. rose. rouge. roux. rubi. ruby ruby. sable. salem. sally. sapphire. sash. sasha. scythe. silvi. silvia. smiley. smoke. smokey. snap. snow. sonya. soot. sparrow. spike. splatter. spook. stella. steve. stripe. sunny. suzi. suzie. suzy. taffi. taffy. tag. tech. tempest. travis. trend. tyler. vesper. vine. vista. vivi. waffle. wave. web. wentz. wesley. wild. willow. wound. xander. z!m. zach. zack. zade. zaire. zak. zander. zara. zero. ziggy. zim. zircon. zoe. zoom. zyair.

PRONOUNS︰ awesome/awesome. ay/aym. bark/bark. bi/bim. bite/bite. black/black. bling/blingee. blood/blood. bone/bone. bow/bow. brace/bracelet. bright/bright. bright/colour. byte/byte. cat/cat. cata/catatonic. ce/cer. check/checkered. chem/chem. cir/circut. color/color. computer/computer. cool/cool. cos/cos. creepy/pasta. cringe/cringe. cry/cry. cut/cut. dead/dead. death/death. die/die. dino/dino. emo/emo. emoticon/emoticon. epic/epic. ev/ev. exe/exe. ey/em. eye/strain. fang/fang. fringe/fringe. game/game. gamer/gamer. ghost/ghost. gir/gir. girr/girr. glit/glitter. glitter/glitter. gloom/gloom. glow/glow. glow/stick. gore/gore. grr/grr. gun/gun. gut/gut. hor/horror. hx/hxm. hyper/hyper. hyperpop/hyperpop. internet/internet. it/it. ix/ix. kan/kandi. kand/kandi. kandi/kandi. kill/kill. kit/kit. knife/knife. lix/lix. loud/loud. luv/luv. mask/mask. meme/meme. meow/meow. mew/mew. mlp/mlp. mon/monster. mspaint/mspaint. music/music. neo/neon. neon/neon. net/net. nostalgia/nostalgia. nya/nya. nya/nyan. nyan/cat. old/old. online/online. pika/pikachu. pix/pix. pixel/pixel. plur/plur. pony/pony. pop/pop. pop/tart. queen/queen. quiet/quiet. rain/rain. rainbow/rainbow. random/random. rave/rave. rawr/rawr. raz/razor. red/red. rei/reina. scene/scene. scene/scenester. scenecore/scenecore. scream/scream. shx/hxr. si/silent. silly/silly. skull/skull. slash/slash. slice/slice. sound/sound. spi/spider. spook/spook. stab/stab. stick/sticker. sticker/sticker. stud/stud. swag/swags/swagself. thxy/thxm. troll/troll. tutu/tutu. txt/txt. vamp/vamp. video/game. virtual/virtual. vocaloid/vocaloid. web/web. windows/window. xe/xem. xey/xem. xy/xyr. youtube/youtube. ze/zem. ze/zer. ze/zero. zi/zim. zim/zim. zom/zombie. zomb/zomb.

[howlingday]

Nora's Arc Wedding

Qrow: If anyone can give just cause as to why these two may not be lawfully wed, speak now or forever hold your peace...

Nora: (Grinning ear-to-ear)

Jaune: (Bound and gagged)

Cinder: (Smashes through the window) MWAHAHA~! I've got you now, Arc~! Prepare for my-

Nora: (Pulls out Magnhild) NOT NOW! (Throws)

Cinder: (Sent flying) WE'LL HAVE TO RESCHEDULE FOR TUUUESDAAAY~! (Bling~!)

Nora: (Huffing, Straightens herself) Now then... Mr. Ruby's Uncle, if you would~?

Qrow: Uh, yeah... Like I was sayin', if anyone has any reason these two should not be married, speak now or forever-

Grimm Hound: (Smashes through ceiling)

Nora: (Boots him through the ceiling) WOULD YOU GET OUT OF HERE, YOU BODY HORROR LET-DOWN?! Nothing is getting between me and the happiest day of my life~! Ruby's Uncle!

Qrow: If anyone can give just cause as to why this couple cannot be lawfully-

Oscar: Oh, there you two are. I've been looking...

Nora: (Killing instinct emanates from her)

Ozpin: (Blinks) ...How did I end up in my old body?

Nora: MARRY! NOW!

Qrow: ...If any- (Doors swing open)

Ruby: YOU DIDN'T MAKE ME YOUR FLOWER GIRL?!

Nora: Uh oh.

Qrow: May the Brothers have mercy on your soul. (Turns into a bird, Flies away)

Nora: Uh... R-Ruby... Let's take a deep breath and-

Ruby: GET HER, YANG!

Jaune: (Tossed outside)

Nora: WAGH! Ruby, this was a big misunderstanding, I swear~!

Jaune: ...

Nora: JAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUNE~!

[cassiefromhell]

Blings, Rings, & Other Things

Sukuna x Concubine!Reader

wc: 1.5k

warnings: mention of sex, nakedness

a/n: i tried my hand at sukuna. don’t squint too hard. as always, requests are open, pls send me things because I'll write anything and I'm bored

You need to ask Lord Sukuna for a new necklace.

You sit in front of your elegant mirror, lounging on the ornate carpet with all of your necklaces laid out in front of you. Diamonds, emeralds, sapphires. But no rubies.

How do you not own a single ruby necklace?

Your Lord gave you a stunning red dress for the ball tonight, one that flatters you in every way. But somehow, you have no necklace to match. And it’s crucial that you look impeccable, because an extremely politically important Lady and her full entourage arrived last night, and they will all be at the ball, too. Sukuna’s whole harem was invited, expected to dress to reflect on his power. Which consisted of you, since he had permanently dismissed all his other concubines months ago.

But you had no ruby necklaces.

You sigh, running a hand through your still-damp hair. Your dressers will be here soon, pampering you for the event ー maybe you could get one of them to grab you a ruby necklace from… somewhere. You weren’t sure where Lord Sukuna got all those exquisite things.

A soft knock comes on your door, and you straighten, quickly jumping to your feet. Your maids will kill you when they see that you’ve been sitting and pondering instead of finishing your hair. You place all your necklaces back where you had them laid out on the bureau, hurriedly arranging them nicely.

The knock comes again, just as you’re crossing your large room to get to your dressing room, where your silk robe is hung up. Because you were stupid enough to be sitting around naked, and now you’re definitely pissing off your personal staff with your tardiness.

“Just a moment, ladies,” you call out, taking the robe down. “Not clothed yet!”

“I don’t mind,” a purr of a voice says against your ear, familiar hands wrapping around your waist.

You flinch, practically flying off the ground, then slowly sink back into Sukuna’s gentle embrace, your bare back leaning against his outiftted chest. 

“By the Gods, you scared me,” you murmur, turning your head to kiss his cheek. “You’re so fast, I couldn’t hear you coming. I thought you were Izumi and Murasaki.”

“You called me ‘ladies,’ so I assumed so,” he hums.

Sukuna takes your chin between his index finger and thumb, gently tilting your head up to look at him properly. He gives you a tender kiss, something that’s so rare from Sukuna, with his… well, brutish persona. But he gives you that softness in this moment that you so crave, his tongue dancing with yours.

When he breaks the kiss, you open your eyes and gaze up at him. You chew your bottom lip. “Is something happening? You were supposed to be in a meeting with the Lady and her advisors until an hour before the ball, and it’s only just past noon…”

He releases you and takes one long stride backwards to lean against the wall. “I left early.”

“How come?” You ask, slipping your robe on and raising a brow. “Did something happen?”

“Yes.”

You narrow your eyes. You know Sukuna usually tries to keep you out of courtly matters; he says he doesn’t want you to carry the burden that he does. But right now, he’s being exceptionally quiet.

“Are you going to elaborate?” You turn and leave the dressing room, figuring you may as well finish drying your hair as you talk. At first you had assumed he had visited for sex before the long night ahead of you both, but the atmosphere has dimmed down quickly.

“The visiting Lady Taira and her advisors have come with a marriage proposition between myself and Lady Taira, organized by her cousin,” Sukuna replies, tone giving none of his emotions away.

Marriage!

You nearly trip and fall, but quickly recover, taking a sharp breath and continuing to your dresser. You refuse to let something so little bother you. After all, no matter how many fancy things he buys you, or nights he lets you stay in his bed instead of immediately sending you back to your chambers, or times he tested the words “I care for you,” when he thought you were asleep, you are merely a concubine. A woman to be kept pretty, to be called upon for sex or comfort or every once in a while, someone to complain to. You know this. And so, with an unshaking hand, you grasp a dry hair towel and watch him in the mirror.

“That’s a very good offer,” you hum, traitorous heart thrumming in your chest. “Lady Taira is said to be the loveliest lady of all. Your council has been trying to get you to marry for months now. She would be a nice candidate for you, I think.”

He scoffs, sitting on your bed. Your eyes meet in the mirror. “She is not the loveliest lady. Not even close.”

“Oh? Well, a marriage to her would surely be beneficial,” you turn to face him with now-dry hair. “When will you announce the engagement?”

“I did not accept the offer.”

You blink. And again. And again. A moment ago you thought your heart couldn’t pound any harder, and you thought wrong.

“Why?”

“Because my council isn’t the King of Curses. I am. I dictate who I want to marry, and it is not that Lady,” he crosses one set of arms over his chest, the other propped up behind him as he watches you. “However, I do feel that I need a Queen of Curses.”

“Ah,” you turn back around, getting a comb and raising it to your locks, starting to work out the tangles. “Still looking for candidates, then?”

I could be your wife and queen.

You shut down that thought immediately, and not a moment later your Lord speaks again.

“It could be you.”

You freeze.

“My lord,” you sigh, slowly lowering your combing hand. “Please, do not speak words you do not mean.”

“Don’t call me Lord.” 

He’s behind you in an instant, taking the comb out of your hand and picking you up, spinning you. After a flash of movement, you’re sitting up on the bureau, effectively raising you the multiple feet in height it takes for you to be eye level with him.

“You never call me Lord,” he frowns.

“I did once.”

“Yes, because Uraume was there and you’re terrified of them.”

“…That’s true.”

He leans in, speaking against your ear. His hand slides up your thigh. “It. Could. Be. You.”

Eyes widening, you swallow thickly. “…Why?”

He continues to talk against your ear, fingertips digging into your hip through your silk robe. “Because you are the only female that I enjoy the company of. That I have never once wanted to kill—”

“That’s not true.”

“What?”

“You wanted to kill me when I stole your kimono and wore it in front of all the other concubines, then they nearly killed me—”

“Don’t interrupt me.”

“Continue on.”

He sighs, pulling his face back and holding your chin steady with a hand, staring you right in the eyes. “If I am to take a wife, it will be you. If you do not want the responsibility, then I remain wifeless, damn the council. If I want an heir, you will be the one to carry it. If I want a companion, you will be there. Do you understand?”

You nod slowly.

“Words,” he growls.

“I’ll be your wife,” you blurt.

He smirks. 

“On one condition,” you raise a finger, sticking it in front of his face. “I want a ring. No need for a big fancy proposal, but a nice, handpicked by you, pretty engagement ring. And we both have to wear wedding bands.”

He makes a face, nose scrunching.

You scowl, putting on your best mean voice — your attitude is the reason he likes you so much, anyway. “Oh, boo hoo, Mr. Curse King hates rings. You don’t have to wear it all the time. But we must own them.”

He narrows his eyes, then huffs. “Fine. Two out of seven days of the week.”

“Four.”

“Three.”

“Three, and every time we fuck.”

“I assumed that was already part of the deal, but yes, three.”

You bare your teeth. “Four out of seven or no wife.”

Sukuna leans forward, biting your bottom lip. “Fine. Four.”

“Then I’m your fiancée.”

“I’ll announce it tonight.”

And suddenly, it all feels so… real. This is actually happening. You’re marrying Sukuna.

With a squeal, you jump into his arms, wrapping your arms and legs around him. You kiss him, first his mouth, then his cheeks, then all across his neck.

“Gods, that’s enough,” he tries to push your face away, but he keeps holding you up in his embrace. 

You bite his hand gently, and then whisper into his ear. “Hello, Husband.”

“I did not anticipate you to be so excited about this, woman.”

“Say it.”

“Wife.”

want a part 2 of engagement sex and fiancee duties? request it (and anything else) in my asks

[arthistoryanimalia]

🦓 #InternationalZebraDay bling:

the iconic Zebra Bracelet designed by David Webb (USA, 1925–75) in 1963!

18K gold, platinum, enamel, diamonds, rubies

This is the first DW piece acquired by the Metropolitan Museum of Art New York for its permanent collection:

"David Webb remains one of the leading twentieth century American jewelers on account of his originality, broad historical and pan-cultural references, pop sensibility, high-quality workshop based craftsmanship, and clientele that furthered the glamor and allure of his designs. The Zebra bracelet became the icon of Webb’s career, worn by none other than Diana Vreeland, on many occasions while serving as the head of the Costume Institute at The Met. The zoomorphic shape conjures both zebra and seahorse, or even a snake biting its own tail, a time-honored symbol of eternity or eternal renewal. The bold black and white straps play into the emerging the Pop and Op Art movements. The unusual choice of a zebra as the leitmotif lightened the seriousness of jewelry, appealing to the large, emerging baby boomer generation who would have questioned the seriousness of their parents’ more conspicuously stately and moneyed accessories."

bonus: the original design sketch!

additional info via https://www.davidwebb.com/products/zebra :

"INTO THE WILD

A zebra never changes its stripes, the saying goes — but who would want it to when the zebra in question is the iconic ruby-eyed David Webb bracelet?

Combining animal motifs and enamel patterns, two signatures of the American jewelry house, the Zebra Bracelet is as striking today as when it first made its appearance in the David Webb workshop in 1963 — and, the following year, within the pages of Vogue shot by Irving Penn.

Now this iconic David Webb Zebra bracelet is the first David Webb design to be acquired by The Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York City for its permanent collection. It debuts front and center in the exhibition "Jewelry for America" which is currently on view in Gallery 773 in the American Wing. Curated by Beth Carver Wees, the exhibition displays 300 years of jewelry in America. David Webb features in this vast history with his innovative enamel animal bracelet that continues to enamour jewelry collectors around the world today.

Diana Vreeland had newly transitioned to Vogue from Harper’s Bazaar, and had been gifted the Zebra bracelet from David Webb himself. Clearly the piece had an impact on Vreeland, because she had internalized the zig-zagging black and white patterns so much that they crept their way into every aspect of the September cover. The graphic and bold striped eyeshadow, the black and white typographic treatment of the word “Vogue” and of course, the edition of the zebra ring by David Webb, a nod to its big sister, the zebra bracelet. Vreeland even wore the ring and bracelet to an evening at the theater with Truman Capote and Nan Kempner.

The Zebra bracelet wasn’t David Webb’s first foray into the animal kingdom — Elizabeth Taylor was already a fan of his emerald and gold Makara bracelet — but it quickly became his most memorable. In 1964, the Zebra Bracelet and the other fierce and fashionable creatures in Webb’s collection helped him win a Coty American Fashion Critics' Award.

Considering how comfortable the glamorous bracelet is in the spotlight, its modest origins can come as a surprise. While many famous and powerful women — the likes of Elizabeth Taylor and Jacqueline Kennedy — have adorned themselves with this bracelet, a book from David Webb’s library, The Big Book of Wild Animals by Felix Sutton, hints to the heart of these friendly beasts.

It’s easy to see why the designer was charmed by the animal. Like those on a wild zebra, the hand enameled stripes on each David Webb Zebra bracelet are unique, an homage to the inimitable Webb woman and a reminder of the dedication to craftsmanship that the brand has continued to maintain for decades. The daring zebra also speaks to the brand’s ethos that jewelry can be wearable art that’s bold, unique, and fun — so much so that it has become the David Webb logo."

[xxnghtclls]

Flickering Lights

Chapter 9 - Decoy

Chapter 8 I Chapter 10

True Form Sukuna x Reader

NSFW I Explicit I Slow Burn

Infos and tags on Masterpost

Used music is linked in text.

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You moan into your hand, louder than you intended. The orgasm crashes over you, harder than you expected. Pressing your trembling thighs together, you try your best to suffocate your voice against your palm. The pleasure shoots through your body, numbing your brain and making you weak, making loose sense of reality for just the split of a second. And this was just the thought of him. 

“Fuck.” you whisper and swallow, before putting the shower head back on the rack.

You breathe, try to come back to your senses, not even daring to imagine how it must be to be actually devoured by him. And after a few more breaths, you take the soap and shampoo and start to properly wash yourself, your hair and body. Then you shave, smooth and soft. 

You finish your shower and turn it off, before stepping out of the bathtub. The cold air makes you shiver and you hurry to get your towel. 

♫ Now singin', bling-bang-bang, bling-bang-bang, bling-bang-bang-born

The muffled sound of your ringtone suddenly yells through the door, making you halt your movements.

Mio?

You frown, thinking she never calls unless it’s something important, before you quickly secure the towel around your figure and grab the door handle.

♫ Bling-bang-bang, bling-bang-bang, bling-bang-bang-born-

You open the door and the sound grows clear, as you see the Stranger sitting at the table with his empty Ramen in front of him, still chewing and looking down at your phone, before he innocently slides his finger across the screen. The ringtone stops and in the second that you realise that he indeed picked up your call, you already hear Mio through the speaker.

“Hello? Peanut?”

“Peanut?” he repeats in a confused tone, his eyes twitching at the sudden voice coming out of this device.

“Hey! Who is this?!”-

“Hey!” you snap, as you scoot forward and your brain short circuits. You grab your phone and abruptly hang up on confused Mio. “What the fuck are you doing?!”

Brrrr Brrrr

“There was noise.” he sneers over the sound of your vibrating phone, before his bottom pair of eyes focus on the towel around your figure.

“Noise? Are you stupid?” you bitch at him and it vibrates again, making you look at the phone, before he suddenly grabs your jaw and forces you to look back at him.

“Stupid?” he raises his eyebrow with a voice so calm, but threatening. “I suggest you watch this little whimpering mouth of yours, if you want to keep that tongue.”

What?

Brrrrr Brrrr 

Your face flushes red and your mind switches off, wondering if he heard you and your sinful whispers. His grip grows tighter, squeezing your cheeks against your teeth and you freeze, caught in his hold, caught in this electrifying touch of his, caught in his touch that you so desperately imagined just a few minutes ago. 

Brrrr Brrrr

Brrrr Brrrrr

Message after message is flying in and you’re torn, want to punch him for treating you like that, but you can’t move, can’t help but to focus on how it makes you feel to look into those eyes that reflect the sunlight like ruby diamonds.

“So?” he grumbles, digging his fingers more into your cheeks, causing your mouth to open. 

And his dominating demeanour keeps pulling you in, causing you to stay still, almost as if you let him rule over your behaviour like a King.

“I’m-… sorry.” you breathe and swallow, making him huff.

“Good.” he coos, before he shifts in his chair, leaning his head against his left fist. “Even though they’re considered a delicacy, your tongue might be of good use after all.”

Badum.

His words flow through your ear like sweet poison, unable to comprehend and fogging your mind in arousal, as he softens his grip and lets his fingers trace from your jaw down to your towel. His bottom eyes follow and shivers spread across your skin, as his fingertips trace like feathers along the slit of white fabric, barely touching. You stay still, close to him, as his words and actions let your desire grow, the desire to step closer, to lift your towel and to straddle his lap.

“You think?” you whisper, unconsciously leaning closer and holding his gaze, as those attractive wrinkles paint themselves into his eyelids after hearing your words-

Brrrr Brrrrr

“You should make that stop.” he whispers, cocking his eyebrow at you and his bottom eyes focus on your phone, making you finally flinch back to reality and do the same, only to see ten unread messages from Mio.

“Shit.” you curse under your breath and you look up to him and back on your phone, before you step aside and open the messages.

[ Mio ] DID YOU JUST HANG UP ON ME 

[ Mio ] WHO IS HE????

[ Mio ] DFNDSJFJSFJDSJFSDN

[ Mio ] ARE YOU KIDDING ME???

[ Mio ] DID YOU GET DICK???

[ Mio ] WHEN AND HOW

[ Mio ] IS THAT THE GUY FROM LAST TIME???

[ Mio ] TELL ME  E V E R Y T H I N G! 

[ Mio ] I just wanted to call to check on you btw I’ve arrived in Gifu

[ Mio ] You BITCH ily

Your face burns red and a grin spreads on your lips as you read her messages, but you’re glad she isn’t pissed at you for hanging up on her.

[ Y/N ] Sorry! Gonna text you later 🫠

You send your text and exhale deeply, still flustered from the situation, causing you to tap nervously against the side of your phone. The moment from earlier is gone, but you still feel the tingle inside your cunt. You sigh, before you reach for the handle of the window to open it. To let in some fresh air, as well as the chirping of some birds. The sun is shining brightly and warm against your skin, the life outside your flat just keeps moving on.

Peaceful. One wouldn’t think, that a mass murderer is on the run. Or in your flat-

Tap. Tap.

His fingers tap twice upon the table. 

Speaking of being on the run…

“Did you try the clothes on?” you quietly ask him, while checking the time.

03:13 p.m.

Tap. Tap.

He sucks his teeth and clicks his tongue. And that’s the only answer you get.

You sigh and turn around, want to complain about the jacket again, but the words get stuck in your throat, as you catch how his eyes quickly focus from your naked thighs back up to your face.

Tap. Tap.

“Feeling impatient?” you mumble in a thin voice, as you feel your ears grow hot.

He’s still leaning on his upper left hand, while he looks at you across the room. The fingers of his other right hand are the ones that tap against the table, while his bottom hands are resting on his thigh. Your eyes wander down to his feet. Their bare skin touch the wooden floor of your flat.

Tap. Tap.

“What a question.” he grumbles cocking his eyebrow, before he moves and gets up from his stool.

What now?

You can’t move and just stare at him, as you watch him stepping closer, unsure what he’s gonna do, unsure what will ease his lack of patience and boredom-

“Move.” he grumbles, nudging his head to the side, before he lowers himself to the floor, crosses his legs and slightly leans his back against the ladder of your bed. 

You’re confused, but step aside from the window, only to see how the light now falls upon his skin and features. He takes a deep breath, closes his eyes and grows quiet. And you look at him and can’t help to feel awestruck. 

His bottom hands are gently resting in his lap, while his upper ones are laying flat on his knees. In fact, the way he sits almost makes him look like a deity. And it makes you feel bad for standing there in just a towel and with your phone in your hand. 

I should get dressed.

Quietly, you tipple past him and open your drawer to look for some nice underwear. You keep digging, until a black lace thong with a laced up back catches your eye and you pull it out, before tippling over to your closet and open it. Looking through your stuff, you choose a specific dress, hanging at the outer right corner.

It’s been a while since you wore this dress, but you loved it when you went out with Mio. It’s black and short, barely reaching your knees. A dark, but see-through fabric covers the space between the deep V-shaped neckline, giving a nice and teasing view of your breasts. The same kind of fabric also make up the loose sleeves, that go down to your wrists. A perfect fit to enter the Club tonight.

You grab the handle of the bathroom door, but you hesitate, looking back to the Stranger. He’s still sitting there in peace, letting his skin bath in the sun. And the sight causes a warm, contempt feeling to spread in your chest. You can‘t help to watch him.

A moment passes, before you tiptoe over to him. The eyes on his mask are resting with his irises buried halfway into the bone-like structure. Quietly, you lean down.

“We leave at sunset.” you whisper over his shoulder and into his right ear, causing it to twitch gently at the breath of your voice. His bottom eye moves and focuses on you, watches how you quietly leave his side and head back into the bathroom.

Time passes, while you dry your hair and apply your Make Up. It takes a bit longer than back then, when you would do this on the regular. A slight knot churns inside your stomach, as you apply the products, knowing it’s getting serious. You even burn yourself on the curling iron, making you curse under your breath. The nail polish smudges on your fingers and toes and you fuck up your eyeliner a few times. You take a deep breath and slow down, trying to calm yourself.

You want to look good. Want to help him. Want to stay at his side as long as possible and keep this adventure going.

Meanwhile, you decide to text Mio, choosing your words carefully.

[ Y/N ] I got to know someone after my office hours in Shinjuku recently and I met him on my way home last night. He’s kinda cute 🫣 I’m so sorry that I lied to you.

Your fingers are trembling and you hesitate, before you hit send. 

[ Mio ] typing…

“Shit.” you hoped she wouldn’t see your message right away, especially since she’s on her working trip.

[ Mio ] So that’s why you were not replying. I see... 

[ Mio ] You motherfucker.

[ Y/N ] SORRY

[ Mio ] Fine. 

[ Mio ] I want a full report on Mr. Mysterious.

You swallow, but are relieved she’s not pissed. Mio really is the type of friend you need to be lucky to find in a lifetime.

[ Y/N ] Yea right

[ Mio ] I’m dead serious.

You smile at her last message and put the phone back on the lid of your toilet, before you focus back on your Make Up. Red lipstick finishes the look, as well as some hairspray in your hair. You slip into the thong and your dress, pulling and pinching at the fabric here and there to make it look nice and smooth. It sits a tiny bit wider than it used to, but it still fits. A few final scrunches on your now wavy hair and you’re finished.

Elevating yourself on your toes, you turn left and right, looking at yourself in the mirror, wondering if you were able to paint yourself as the person you were six months ago. 

And you did. 

It’s not you. Not anymore. This look sits on your skin like a mask and insecurity spreads in your chest like thorns, seeing yourself like this. 

And you worry if you can pull this off-

“Oy.” suddenly the bathroom door opens, ripping you out of your thoughts. 

You look over your shoulder, only to see the Stranger halt his movements, with his lips parted, as if he wanted to say something… but he doesn’t. His eyebrow twitches and his eyes wander from your face to your hair and down to your tits and hips and thighs. Slowly, all the way down to your bare feet.

Silence.

Badum.

“What?” you ask in a soft voice and your heart stumbles, not sure what to make of his gaze.

It’s been a while since you earned this type of look from someone, but he is different. You can’t tell if he looks at you as if you are a fine piece of meat, a slob of porridge, or the insecure bitch underneath. And you hope it isn’t the latter.

You hold your breath, before he looks back up into your eyes. Serious.

“Time to go.” he finally grumbles, before he shuts the door again. 

You swallow and blink, as your heart picks up a beat. A deep breath, before you look back in the mirror. 

You can do this.

Turning on your heels, you exit the bathroom, only to see how the Stranger is facing away from you, quietly slipping into the leatherjacket and wiggling his shoulders, before tugging at the sleeves and ends to make it fit somehow. And you’re surprised to see him try it on after all. The Ramen actually might’ve changed his mind. 

The jacket sits tight on his arms and short on his sleeves. You pout your mouth in approval, before he turns and glances at you. His bottom arms are not not visible beneath the jacket, when they’re crossed in front of his chest. Not immediately, that is. It looks rather bulky and sits too tight to even close the zipper.

The Stranger takes his Haori and continues to wrap it around his waist, hiding his stained Hakama almost completely beneath the black fabric.

“I like that.” you comment, as a playful smile creeps on your lips. “Now the cap.” 

He cocks his eyebrow at you and secures the Hakama with a tight knot.

“Tsk.” he clicks his tongue, before taking the cap and tossing it into your arms. “You wear it.” he hisses, as he walks past you and into the bathroom.

“Why?” you frown. “I’m not the one who needs to hide their face.” 

“And yet you do.” he mumbles in a husky voice, while picking up his Tabi socks. “We’re both playing dress up, aren’t we? Might need something to recognise you with all that paint on your face.”

Ouch.

You clench your jaw at his words, realising he immediately saw through you. And you should’ve known. He’s different after all.

After a moment of hesitation, you put the cap on. It feels weird, mixing like this with your former self, but you decide to keep it on. 

Maybe he’s right.

You walk to the window and close it against the setting sun. The Stranger slips into his sandals and you tipple to your closet to grab a pair of your favourite high heels and hook them into your bag, then your phone, jacket and keys. His eyes follows every step of yours, until you carefully open the door and peek your head out. 

It’s quiet in your hallway. No one in sight.

You look left and right, before you step out and wave the Stranger to follow you. Anxiety spikes in your veins, because you know it’s getting serious. 

And then, you shut the door behind you.

Tschk.

You hold on to the key in your door, thinking of your next move. How to stay unseen and get him to the Club by foot… and how to properly hide this giant hunk of a man from the police.

And your thoughts black out. You have no idea.

“We won’t make it.” you mumble and your mouth dries out, as you see yourself in handcuffs already-

“Oy!” the Stranger suddenly calls you from the other side of the hallway and you flinch, already seeing him heading towards the staircase on the opposite side of the elevator. You zoned out so much, that you didn’t even notice him walking ahead.

“Wait!” you shout in a whisper and hurry after him. 

Your bare feet tipple along the carpet, as you suddenly see him focus on the elevator display and stopping in front of it.

“Go-kai desu.” the elevator speaks and your heart stops.

“Shit!” you hiss under your breath and start to sprint, realising the elevator is about to open, most certainly with people inside. 

TapTapTapTapTap

His eyes shoot back to you, as you reach him with wide, fast steps and you grab his sleeve, pulling him to the left and crash through the door and inside the stairwell, away from the elevator.

Somehow you manage to drag him down the first couple of stairs and around the first corner, only to grab the front of his jacket and use the velocity of your speed to pull him close-

Bam! 

Your back harshly meets the wall behind you, knocking the breath out of you, as you’re sandwiched between him and the concrete. Hiding.

Badum.Badum.Badum.

Fuck.

You didn’t think. 

Not about the elevator, not about the stairwell, not about him standing so close, that you can feel his body against yours right now. Not about anything. 

You didn’t think.

With a burning face and out of breath, you stare at his bare chest peeking out of the leather in front of you. Your fingers still dig into his jacket, as his right bottom hand suddenly grabs your throat and pushes you harshly against the wall another time. 

“So?” he growls, taking a step back and you finally dare to look up into his face. “What was that? Another stunt of yours?”

“I’m sorry, but-“ you gulp, seeing him lean over you and his upper left hand against the wall, but his grip intensifies, cutting the air off your lungs, as he leans more weight against your throat. His force makes you slide against the wall, causing your cap to slide down, covering your eyes.

“What?” he hisses, before flicking the hood back up with his other hand.

“I- I only saved us from being seen.” you hiss back at him, making his eyes twitch at you, as suddenly loud laughter and chatter faintly echo through the door and down the hallway, making the eyes of his mask focus on the direction of where you came from. 

“My neighbours…” you continue and loose your voice, before you feel him loosen his grip, making you cough.

“You’re a fucking chicken.” he quietly grunts at you. “How is a chicken like you gonna get me to Kenjaku’s place?”

“I told you.” you spit back, rubbing soothingly the skin of your throat. “We can’t be seen-”

“I got no time for this shit you little cunt.” he glares at you from above. “Do I look like someone who wants to play hide and seek with everyone all night?”

His insult makes your mood flip. In fact, it pisses you off. All of this just because you wanted to help.

“Fine.” you take your heels and finally put them on. “We go out then! Prancing around, just like that. Without a care in the world, walking straight into prison!” you bitch at him, waving your hands and head to the stairs, cursing quietly under your breath. “Asshole.”

“Where are you going?” his annoyed voice echoes behind your back, as you’re about to take the stairs down.

“Out.”

“Tsk. Stupid bitch.” he quietly sneers, making you clench your jaw and halt in your tracks, before you turn back to him, just in time to see him vanish behind the corner of where you came from.

“And where are you going?” you yell after him.

“Out.”

The fuck?

You pick at the skin of your fingers, fighting every cell in your body to not just follow him like a dog. Like a hammer your heart pounds against your rips and you don’t know what to do, as you’re just standing there in the stairway, fighting with yourself.

And you can’t stand it. Being left alone like this. 

Being left alone by him.

“Wait.” you whisper with a sudden knot in your heart, before hurrying up the stairs. 

You open your mouth to call his name, but you can’t. The air gets stuck in your throat and your chest grows heavy.

“Hey!” you call up the staircase as a last resort, hoping he’d respond or wait, but hear nothing. 

Clack. Clack. Clack. Clack.

Your heels dig themselves into your foot, as you hurry up the stairs, worried where he might be, peeking into the hallways but never see him.

As you keep your eyes focused on corners after corners, stairs after stairs, steps after steps and all of them empty, panic rises in your chest and you stop, holding tight onto the railing.

No. Not now!

The sight feels eerily similar to your nightmare and the clenching feeling in your chest make the walls grow tighter, make them seem to close in on you, make you feel claustrophobic. You press your eyes shut and shake your head, slapping your hand onto the rail.

Pap! Pap!

“It’s just a nightmare.” you mumble and try to gulp down the rising thoughts and feelings, before you open your eyes. Everything’s back to normal. 

You exhale deeply and then you start to move again. Peeking into every hallway, you keep searching, but seeing none of him. 

Please!

A door creaks open at the very top of the building, as you reach the ninth floor.

“Out…” you whisper out of breath and it finally clicks.

With cramping thighs and hurting soles, you climb the last pair of stairs, reaching the 10th floor and open the door to the rooftop. A fresh, cold breeze flows through your hair, as you step through the door. 

And the view immediately makes you hold your breath. 

The setting sun throws its last warm rays across your skin, painting the sky in a soft purple and everything below in a glowing mixture of orange and red, as you see the Stranger walking across the roof, with the skyscrapers of Akasaka surrounding him. Relief falls upon your chest, pushing all the worries and fears off like stones, as you see him.

The first lights of apartments and offices start to flicker on, as the breeze flows through his pink hair, makes it dance softly in the wind. Your heart stumbles, as you keep walking across the roof and see a group of birds flying above your heads, their wings and bodies merely a black silhouette against the purple sky. 

Beautiful.

Joy sparks inside your chest, an elevating feeling in your soul, the wish to capture this moment in your mind forever. And for some reason, you never stepped foot onto this rooftop before, never even gave it a thought. And now you did, just because of him. 

Just because he made you mad.

You focus back on the Stranger, seeing him calmly watch the distance and the sunset. Quietly, you move closer. The shimmering, dimming rays of the sun prickle in your eyes, as you come to a halt next to his giant figure, right at the edge of the roof. Warmth spreads in your heart and you look to your right and up to his face, seeing his features dipped into this beautiful glow of the setting sun and his eyes sparkling, as if you found drops of morning dew on a red rose. His bottom left eye focuses on you and you blink, feel caught and avert your gaze, watching the last rays of the sun hide behind buildings and the horizon in between. The night slowly crawls over the sky, consuming every last inch. 

“Where to?” he asks and you blink, relieved to hear his voice calm like this. 

Quickly, you grab your phone and open maps.

“Shinjuku.” you mumble, as you zoom in and out of the satellite picture to determine the direction. Pointing to where the sun just set, you look back to him. “This way.”

His focus is concentrated on the display of your phone, before he raises his chin. 

“Good.” he breathes, before turning the other way and walks to the opposite end of the roof. 

“It’s a one hour walk.” you add, tippling after him. “We can’t take any type of transport. Police would quickly get a hold of us there.”

The Stranger stays quiet, not reacting to any of the information you give him. All you hear is the clicking of your heels and the taps of his sandals. You chew your lips, torn between the urge to do everything right and to shut your mouth to not get separated from him again. But, to your surprise, he walks past the door and approaches the other end of the rooftop, positioning himself right at the edge.

You slow down, confused about why he didn’t went for the door, when it’s time for you to leave. Instead, he focuses on a point in the distance, before he raises his upper hands and slides them against each other.

“Furnace.” he breathes, as suddenly a light begins to form between his palms. 

Confusion paints your face, but as the light turns into sparks and flames, your eyes widen in shock. With a concentrated gaze, he opens his hands above from each other, as if he pulls the occurring fire apart. The radiating heat hits your skin and you watch him with a racing heart, barely able to believe your eyes.

“Open.” he continues, as he opens his hands further, until the flames manifest into something that would resemble an arrow. 

“W-What is this?” you manage to ask while shivers run down your spine.

He adjusts his position and turns his chest to you, making you step back. The glowing light of the flames reflects on his figure, making his eyes glow in sync with the heat. Still focused into the same direction, he raises his right hand to his cheek and points with two fingers of his left hand into the distance, nocking the arrow, before angling the direction slightly towards the sky.

“Nothing.” he mumbles. “Just a decoy.”

And before you can say anything, he immediately releases the flames, shooting the arrow with a high pitched swoosh into the distance. It vanishes, far away, growing quiet… 

Boom!

The ground shakes beneath your feet, makes you stumble, makes your soul tremble in shock, as a giant explosion detonates beneath the dark sky. Destructive flames and smoke reach far into the air, seemingly coming from the south of Kōtō. 

Badum.Badum.Badum.

As if you’re caged in barbed wire, you‘re unable to move, affected by the scenery that’s unfolding in front of your eyes. It doesn’t look like the detonation of something man-made. It looks more like a force of nature. 

Terrifying, but mesmerising. Hypnotising, almost ethereal.

He grabs the back of your neck and pushes you back towards the other end of the roof. 

“What did you do?“ your thin voice is stuck in your throat, as you keep looking back at the light and smoke that’s illuminating the night sky, while you try not to stumble against his force. 

“I told you.” he grumbles. “I’m not gonna play hide and seek all night.”

[starlightsuffered]

Treasure (p2)

Info - plus sized reader, reader who feels unwanted, mentions of oral and masturbation, dragon hybrid, licking blood

“H-has it been you that is terrorizing the town?” I asked weakly.

“Yes indeed,” he said with a feline grin. He was very attractive.

“However, since I’m only half dragon I can use my human form when I need to blend in. Though, humanity doesn’t stop my desire for blood and meat, nor for treasure.”

“Oh,” I said cautiously. I wasn’t sure why he was telling me this.

“Now tell me,” he said, plopping down on the ground in front of me. “Whom am I to send the ransom note to?”

I was confused and scared and my head ached. I didn’t know what this beast meant but in this moment he seemed much more human than dragon. Thankfully, he let me inch back and prop myself up against a rock.

“Oh sorry, sometimes I forget how easily overheated you full mortals are,” he sighed.

He disappeared from the small cavern. I gathered my knees to my chest and hugged them. I buried my head and counted slowly as I breathed in and out. I didn’t want to panic. I needed to find some way to get out of here.

“Here you are,” the man said, returning. He held an imperfect crystal glass. I gulped down the water desperately. It was more pure and fulfilling than any I’d ever had.

“You could sell this for gold!” I said in surprise.

“You think?” He asked. “I do need more treasure to grow my trove.”

“What?” I asked weakly.

“Surely you’ve heard of a dragon’s treasure trove,” he laughed in a way that sounded like a roar.

“I-I have, but I didn’t know it was accurate,” I stuttered.

“Oh it’s very accurate, come with me,” he curled his hand, motioning for me to get up. I tried to make it to my feet. I stumbled a couple inches forward and fell hard. I knew my knee caps would be bleeding profusely. I could already feel the dampness.

“Silly human,” the dragon hybrid chuckled. He scooped me up bridal style.

“My human name is Timothée by the way,” he told me as he began to walk. I was hesitant to tell him my own. I didn’t know how dragons worked. Were they like fae? Would my true name give him power over me?

“I already know your name,” he said plainly, as if reading my mind.

“You do?” I asked in shock.

“Of course, I had to study my target. I needed to know many things about you to decide you were who I wanted to take,” he explained.

“Yet I still don’t understand,” I murmured.

“It’s easy,” he shrugged.

“A dragon loves treasure, yes? So he studies the girls of his village. He figures out which is the most beautiful, because that will translate to a higher ransom. Soon, the dragon will have all sorts of jewels in exchange for the fair maiden.”

“Oh, I’m not-“

I cut myself off because we’d entered his treasure room. Grass green emeralds, bloody rubies, pure diamonds, sky blue sapphires, and butter yellow gold were only the beginning. He had silver goblets, dark jade jewellery, onyx goblets, shields and swords made from the most precious of metals. It was beautiful, beyond beautiful. I was speechless in the presence of this decadence.

The dragon hybrid gently put me down on a large amethyst. When I was secure he ran and leaped into his treasures. He elongated and hardened into his dragon form. It was like seeing a whale surface for the first time. The magnificence of this creature who didn’t seem bothered by hard metal and rocks but instead eager and willing to practically swim through the stuff.

I watched his scales glitter and gleam through the mounds of bling. I couldn’t help a small smile that crossed my face. He looked like a baby newt wriggling in mud. I didn’t know dragons got so playful, perhaps it was only half dragons that held that ability. From what I’d heard dragons slept quite a bit.

“See,” he hissed. His voice was some how a rumble and also a delicate coo. He transformed half way back so that he retained his tail, and some of his scales.

“This is why I took you,” he murmured, crawling towards me on all fours. Somehow he I was terrified and intrigued. I felt something in my core that I couldn’t name.

A long forked tongue slithered out of his mouth. When it touched my bloody knees the feeling wasn’t unpleasant. It was not rough but smooth and almost slimy. It was warm in a delicious way that got me excited. Carefully, he lapped up the blood on my injured skin.

I had only ever touched my own self. I hadn’t even let myself fantasize about a man pleasuring me. I hadn’t felt like I deserved it, and my life experiences certainly backed up that idea.

This was my first time imagining a real person between my legs. In my mind, Timothée’s long tongue caressed my most intimate parts up and down. The muscle would wrap around my bundle of nerves and make me writhe. I had to resist grabbing his curls and guiding him to where I needed him.

“The fairest maiden,” he rasped, surprising me out of my dreamscape. “I will receive so much treasure for the safe return of you.”

My eyes burst open. He was grinning up at me. He looked more feline than reptilian at the moment. He was clearly proud of his catch. I would need to crush his dreams.

“Dragon, I will not be bartered for. No one will trade to get me back. They won’t care enough to. You picked the wrong maiden.”

@pmak2002 @softhecreator r @plutoispurplw @sp1deyyf4ngz @seungcheol17daddy @jesschalamet @vvsdreaming @lovelyrocker @therealbeabodoobee @parkbabyj

[autisticempathydaemon]

remember (the first fall of snow)

My gift to @pinksparkl for the Skyside Server Winter Gift Exchange~!

Ships: Vincent/Lovely, Alexis/Christian, Sam/Darlin

Tags: sfw, fluff, banter, T for making out and suggestive situations

Available on AO3 here!

Lovely and Vincent get ready for the Solaire holiday party and get sidetracked.

“Lovely!” Vincent says from somewhere in the house, not needing to raise his voice for the benefit of his lover’s vampiric senses. “Have you seen-”

“Your platinum chains? They’re up here with me, on the vanity, where you left them,” they say with an indulgent smile as they put on their own jewelry, a pair of dangling ruby earrings William gifted to them last Christmas. They knew he’d be so pleased to wear them, wouldn’t be surprised if he got them a matching bauble this year.

“How do I look?” Vincent asks, instantaneously appearing at their side and putting the chains around the turtleneck of his sweater. The vampire prince admires himself in the mirror– an action that always makes Lovely giggle at its irony– and poses for them, leaning back against the desk with his hands coolly tucked into his pockets. 

“Like you’re trying too hard.” Vincent squawks in displeasure, an inelegant and childish sound that makes Lovely giggle, and Vincent has trouble repressing his smile as he crosses his arms over his chest with a pout. “You look like the pinterest board of someone’s Edward/Bella Christmas fic.”

“That was so specific and so cutting. How could you?” Lovely laughs harder, shaking with mirth, speechless with it, and Vincent grabs them, placing a firm kiss on their forehead with a smile, before knocking his head against theirs. “That’s not very seasonal of you, Lovely. You’re not keeping the Christ in Christmas.”

“Neither is trying to show up Porter at his own Christmas party… the bling, the cashmere, the homemade tang yuan when he told us we didn’t have to bring anything?”

“All necessary! What kind of guest would I be if I showed up empty handed? And what would you rather I bring- a twenty dollar bottle of wine?” Lovely rolls their eyes with an affectionate, incredulous shake of the head, opening their mouth to respond when Vincent’s phone goes off with a vibration and the familiar tune of Nelly Furtado’s “Maneater”.

“Lex, help me settle an argument!” Vincent says, putting in an airpod and giving the other to Lovely. 

“Sure- you’re losing it, and you suck.” Alexis’s bored alto settles in their ears without pause and with Christian’s drawling tenor greeting them from the background. 

“What are you bringing to Porter’s? Are you actually not bringing a host gift like he said?” Vincent asks after Lovely says hello and Alexis returns the sentiment.

“Of course not, what do you take me for? A simpleton?” Lovely’s boyfriend silently flips them off, mouthing a smug, animated “‘I told you so’. “I made Bánh Bò Nướng. You know Porter doesn’t know how to make a quarter-decent dessert.”

“What is it about Solaire blood that makes people ridiculous? When someone says you only need to bring yourself, you only need to bring yourself! This isn’t a pissing contest!” Lovely asks, giving Vincent the middle finger right back before shoving him away from the vanity with a shooing motion. 

“Maybe if that someone weren’t Porter, sure,” Alexis says coolly. “And every social function is a pissing contest, baby fangs. You’ll find that out soon enough.”

“This isn’t a “social function”; this is family. I’ll show you.” Lovely picks up the phone where Vincent left it on the counter and patches Sam in, who picks up with a distracted grunt. 

“What do you want?”

“Hello to you too, Samuel.”

“No, none of that yet!” Lovely interjects, interrupting their hilariously tempestuous banter. “Sam, are you bringing a host gift to Porter’s tonight?”

“You bet, a bottle of Johnnie Walker Blue label.”

“I told you, Lovely,” Vincent gloats from the en suite bathroom. Alexis un-subtlely tsks in judgement.

“What?” Sam asks with a scorn too familiar to be hurtful. 

“Nothing. It’s just interesting that Vincent and I made our gifts, put our time and metaphorical sweat into them, while you bought yours. Very telling.” 

“No one wants your shitty food, Alexis!” Sam’s mate hollers faintly. 

“Then I better not see you packing any to take home, dog . I haven’t forgotten last year,” Alexis bites out with venom before mildly speaking aside. “No, not you, cher .” 

“We’ll all be outdone by William, so there’s not any point in fighting about it,” Vincent reminds them, the fight coming to a halt as the Solaire royalty grimly accept their losing fate. He comes out the bathroom, light makeup applied and long, smooth black hair casually tied back in a low ponytail so reminiscent of a danmei hero, Lovely can’t help but beckon him over to kiss him and run their fingers through his down-soft locks. 

“Disgusting. Have the decency to hang up before you make us voyeurs.” Alexis hangs up with a click, and Sam chuckles warmly once she can’t hear. 

“See you two and the princess in a bit. Don’t be late. We won’t hear the end of it from William until everyone’s together.” He hangs up too, and the line goes silent as Vincent and Lovely kiss, the older vampire looming lovingly over his sitting partner, covering their body with his, the fringe of his hair gently tickling their skin and making them grin against his lips. 

“He’s right,” Lovely murmurs, protesting weakly as Vincent’s hands curl themselves in their hair, fingertips gently stroking the sensitive skin of their neck. “There’ll be no peace until we get there.”

“Peace is overrated,” Vincent says with a hum, his lips trailing across their cheek to press a tantalizing whisper of a kiss against their ear. They shiver at the sensation, and one of his hands goes to their collarbone, pressing against the bare flesh of their sternum to feel them tremble for him. They return the touch, nudging his sweater up to feel his stomach, his warmth, before digging their nails into the soft, vulnerable flesh. 

“Ow!” Vincent says, jumping back more in surprise and mock offense than pain, and Lovely kicks him in the shin before standing up and straightening their clothes.

“We are not going to be late because of our libidos, Vincent Solaire!” Lovely emphasizes the point with a stern finger to their boyfriend’s adams apple. “Not on Christmas!”

“It’s January sixth,” he says with a plaintive whine, silver eyes wide with childish pleading that will not work on them. 

“I don’t care. Everyone was busy or travelling, so today is ipso facto Christmas, and we will not be late for it. Get a move on!” Lovely shoves Vincent out the bedroom and down the stairs despite his protests, but the prince gives up the act by the door, carefully choosing the right shoes to go with his outfit while Lovely grabs the bags of presents and food. “Which car are we taking?”

“The red Lambo, of course,” Vincent says with a grin, taking one of the bags out of their hands and twirling the car keys around the fingers of his free hand. “Tis the season.”

“Tis the season for us to move our butts– I’m hungry!” Lovely says with a laugh and a shove, bouncing on the balls of their feet. 

“You know as well as I do that you’re not hungry. One, you ate several tang yuan, and those are filling as hell. Two, our bodies don’t even crave human food anym…”

“Why’d you stop, Vin? And what’s that smell?” Lovely steps around Vincent who’s stopped in the open doorway, and they are gobsmacked by the scent of fresh air and chilled nature, the ephemeral aroma of frost with notes of clean ozone and grass. Newly fallen snow does not smell of peppermint or roasted chestnuts; it smells of dew and life, and it is the most amazing, wintry scent Lovely has ever had the pleasure of experiencing with their vampiric senses. 

“Well, would you look at that?” Vincent marvels quietly, the cold and happiness bringing a flush to his cheeks. “You got your white Christmas.” The two smile at each other, the moonlight reflecting off the snow and glittering beautifully in the shining silver of Lovely’s awestruck eyes. “I don’t suppose we could say we were snowed in and enjoy this privately .” Vincent raises an eyebrow, attempting a smolder and sultry affectation and failing. Lovely goes further from the house, further into the winter wonderland, calling over their shoulder at him without even a glance. 

“Not a chance, pretty boy! I want to have one of those snowball fights with everyone like they have in the sitcoms!” they say, marveling at the imprints their shoes leave in the plush snow. “You better get snow chains on the lambo!”

“The- the snow chains? But Lovely, I’m wearing cashmere- !”

[superiorsturgeon]

Scenes from Jaune’s bachelor party, pt 2

Continuing from here!

Sun: *playing accordion*

Jaune: *drunk and standing on a table in a Faunus beer garden* Okay…! Here’s my favorite part…!

White Fang soldiers: *singing along and lifting beer steins as Jaune leads them in an Atlas drinking song* Jaaaa…jaaaa…jaaaa…jaaaa! 🎶

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Raven: *struggling under dashboard* Shit…almost…!

Neptune: Okay, I think…There it is! *discharges his weapon, causing bright red sports car to roar to life*

Raven: WE GOT IT! Time to go!!

Sun/Qrow/Tai/Ren/Jaune: *all pile into hot wired vehicle as Vacuan cartel enforcers open fire*

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Ren: *reclining outside five-star hotel room with Qrow*

Ren: *passes a cigar*

Qrow: Thanks, kid. Need a light?

Ren: Please…! *leans forward and puffs gently as Qrow lights his cigar*

Qrow/Ren: *smoke in silence*

Qrow: …cigars are really bad for you, aren’t they?

Ren: *throws up*

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Taiyang: *tied to a stake* …so, what? You like redheads, but you don’t like my daughter…?!

Jaune: *tied to the other side of the stake* It’s not that there’s anything wrong with Ruby, it’s just that I really love Pyrrha! The heart wants what it wants, you know…?

Taiyang: Good answer, kid…! Ruby deserves someone who really loves her, you know? This Pyrrha sounds like a lucky girl!

Junior: *turns to henchmen* Tase them again.

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Sun: *signing into a microphone* Iiiiiiii….Am a maaaaan…of constant sorrooooww….!

Sun: I am a maaaaaan of constant pain…!

Sun: Iiiiiiiiiiiii….bid fareweeeeelll to old Kentuckyyyyyyy…the place where Iiiiiiii was born and raised…!

Jaune/Neptune: ….the place where heeeeeeeee was born and raised….!

Ren: *strumming blues guitar* 🎸🎶

Neon: *adjusting recording equipment* These guys could be the next big thing!

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Qrow/Raven: *dancing erotically on the bar* SHOTS! SHOTS! SHOTS, SHOTS, SHOTS-SHOTS! SHOTS! SHOTS! SHOTS, SHOTS, SHOTS-SHOTS! SHOTS! SHOTS! SHOTS, SHOTS, SHOTS-SHOTS!

Taiyang/Sun/Neptune/Ren/Jaune: *raising shot glasses* EVERYBODY!!!!

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Announcer: Here we are, at the final table of the Schnee Dust Casino (SDC) poker tournament! The final two players are the feared Sienna Khan and the young first-timer from Vale!

Taiyang: Holy cow, the kid’s killing it out there!

Raven: He must be some kind of gambling savant!

Sienna: *pushes chips forward* All. In. 😠

Jaune: *drunk and wearing a ridiculous amount of bling/sunglasses, pushes chips forward to call Sienna’s bet* 😎

Neptune: Look at him! He’s so calm! The pressure isn’t getting to him at all!

Sun: He’s got ice in his veins!

Ren: *drunkenly holds up a shot glass in salute* WHOOOO!!!!! Go, brotha, go…! 😆

Jaune: *looks at his cards*

Jaune: …I can’t see the cards with these glasses…I hope I have something good…!

[biteofcherry]

Maybe you've answered this before, sorry if that's the case 😬 do the couples in RG have day collars (subs and doms)? And if yes, what kind are they wearing? ☺️

I don't remember being asked about that before 😊

In Ruby Garden collars depend on the couple.

Birdie doesn't wear a day collar of any kind and she rarely wears one for a scene, because something around her throat makes her panic a little. She likes Andy's hand on her neck and will occasionally handle something soft like a silk scarf, but nothing more. They might consider a longer, delicate necklace with a small padlock, maybe.

Steve definitely puts a day collar on Darling. He chooses something beautiful and soft, which would make her feel comfortable and special at the same time. A fabric like velvet maybe, with stunning jewelry detail. And then also a beautiful jewelry collar for when she feels like being all glam.

Pumpkin wears a collar that's like a combo of "harsh dungeon" vibe with the stylish, rich sophistication that Lloyd loves to spoil himself (and his sub) with. I can imagine some combination of black leather with solid gold.

Fawn loves wearing a collar for the scenes, but not so much a day collar. However, she wears the bracelets Curtis and Bucky gifted her (they are subtly stylized, but wide like the cuffs for scenes).

Nick's collar for Bonbon is of the jewelry kind, like a necklace, but in a form of solid ring with a small padlock as a clasp and a diamond encrusted ring in the front. And yes, Nick is the one to put it on her every morning and take it off every evening, because the moment they agreed for the collar it meant Bonbon and him were ready to go into their relationship full in, including the 24/7 power exchange (within their agreed limits).

Leaf gets a new collar every few months, because Ransom treats them more like ways to spoil her than just solidify their D/s dynamic. And yes, they're the jewelry kind of collars.

Cherie would wear a day collar as long as it's pretty and shiny 😆 She would wear it for the sheer bling itself, though it also gives her that great reminder that Ari loves her and isn't tired of her. I can also imagine Ari putting a necklace on Cherie that he can tighten it into a leash if she misbehaves. 😈

[absolutedoorknob]

Love how Copia’s first act as Father/Frater Imperator was to get a suit that was not only designer but the jacket alone was like 3,000 dollars and then bling it out some more with the rubies

[star-going-supernova]

Read the ask about Rodan loving sparkling things, and hear me out:

Rodan wearing a lot of jewellery in the Human!Titan Au. They are mostly Mexican, both ancient and more contemporary, but some of the most important pieces he has were actually made by Maddie. The most important ever was given to him by Maddie to say that she forgave him for the whole Ghidorah thing, even if there was nothing to forgive him for for everyone but Rodan

If you dare to touch these, you're done for. A thug made the mistake of trying to steal one of those, and it didn't go well for them.

YES, blinged-out Rodan, I love that. I can totally see him with just a ton of bracelets and armbands and and a tasteful little circlet-sort of band across his forehead. And so many piercings!

And amidst all the expensive shining gold and rubies and diamonds, his favorite pieces are the friendship bracelets made of thread and plastic beads.

[enchanted-moura]

How female rappers channel and recreate aspects of the holy whore energy is intriguing to me. Most tell you what they are and what they emulate. What they give and how they live aren’t always the same though 😅

The City Girls give blinged out materialistic golddiggers.

Lauryn Hill is the original Goddess. Queen of Boho Earthy vibes!

Saweetie the beauty queen princess

Sexy Red the raunchy pornstar

Nicki Minaj the Rap Barbie

Lil Kim the Domme

Foxy Brown gives 90s beauty, rich aunty

Meg the bimbo gamer chick

Rubi Rose gives another Doll vibe I think, very Bratz

[cafenostalgique]

My ultimate film watchlist (2010s)

1930s-1940s | 1950s | 1960s-1970s | 1980s | 1990s | 2000s

Welcome to the final part of my ultimate film watchlist! If you haven't familiarized yourself with the intro of the first part, please see it under the 1930s-1940s link above. Otherwise, we'll jump into the next list, of which I've seen many movies, and intend to watch even more. Enjoy, and as always, let me know if anything should be added to this list.

watched | loved | wouldn’t watch again | holiday

2010

Alice in Wonderland

A Nightmare on Elm Street

Black Swan

Clash of the Titans

Date Nights

Dear John

Despicable Me

Diary of a Wimpy Kid

Easy A

Eat Pray Love

Grown Ups

How to Train Your Dragon

Inception

Insidious

Little Fockers

Megamind

Salt

Scott Pilgrim vs. the World

Secretariat

Shrek Forever After

Shutter Island

Tangled

The Book of Eli

The Expendables

The Karate Kid

The Last Song

The Other Guys

The Runaways (I have a special love in my heart for Joan Jett)

The Social Network

The Twilight Saga: Eclipse

Toy Story 3

TRON: Legacy

True Grit

2011

A Dangerous Method

Bad Teacher

Bridesmaids

Cars 2

Contagion

Crazy, Stupid, Love.

Footloose

Friends with Benefits

Hugo

In Time

Kill the Irishman

Kiss Me

Megan is Missing

Melancholia

Midnight in Paris

No Strings Attached

Paul

Rango

Scream 4

Shame

Sleeping Beauty

Soul Surfer

Source Code

Super 8

Take Shelter

The Adjustment Bureau

The Artist

The Cabin in the Woods

The Descendants

The Help

The Muppets

The Skin I Live In

The Thing

The Tree of Life

The Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn - Part 1

Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy

We Bought a Zoo

We Need to Talk About Kevin

Winnie the Pooh

2012

Chernobyl Diaries

Excision

Frankenweenie

Hotel Transylvania

Iron Sky

Lincoln

Magic Mike

ParaNorman

Pitch Perfect

Prometheus

Rock of Ages

Ruby Sparks

Sinister

Ted

The Campaign

The Looper

The Lorax

The Master

The Perks of Being a Wallflower

The Raven

The Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn - Part 2

The Woman in Black

Wreck-It Ralph

2013

12 Years a Slave

About Time

Carrie

Don Jon

Frozen

Her

Inside Llewyn Davis

Insidious: Chapter 2

Lovelace

Monsters University

Nymphomaniac: Vol. I

Nymphomaniac: Vol. II

Parkland

Safe Haven

The Bling Ring

The Book Thief

The Conjuring

The Great Gatsby

The Invisible Woman

The Last Days on Mars

The Purge

The Railway Man

Warm Bodies

We're the Millers

What Maisie Knew

2014

A Brilliant Young Mind

American Sniper

Big Eyes

Big Hero 6

Boyhood

Gone Girl

Interstellar

I Origins

Labor Day

Maleficient

Oculus

Serena

The Captive

The Fault in Our Stars

The Giver

The Lego Movie

The Signal

The Theory of Everything

Unbroken

2015

50 Shades of Grey

Amateur Teens

Blush

Chappie

Green Room

Into the Forest

Kept Woman

Krampus

Maggie

Pitch Perfect 2

Poltergeist

Room

Spy

Summertime

Ted 2

The Diary of a Teenage Girl

The Lure

The Martian

2016

10 Cloverfield Lane

A Wish for Christmas

Before I Wake

Blair Witch

Brain on Fire

Devil's Bride

Finding Dory

Friend Request

Grease Live!

Hounds of Love

Loving

Moana

Ouija: Origin of Evil

Passengers

The Birth of a Nation

The Boy

The Conjuring 2

The Receptionist

Train to Busan

Zootopia

2017

1945

50 Shades Darker

A Quiet Passion

Bombshell: The Hedy Lamarr Story

Dolores

Get Out

Frantz

It

Kedi

Lady Bird

Lady Macbeth

Land of Mine

Lucky

Mudbound

Prevenge

Raw

Step

The Florida Project

Their Finest

Thelma

The Lost City of Z

The Shape of Water

2018

50 Shades Freed

Annihilation

A Quiet Place

A Star Is Born

Bohemian Rhapsody

Book Club

Crazy Rich Asians

Halloween

Hereditary

Insidious: the Last Key

Mamma Mia! Here We Go Again

The Grinch

The Kissing Booth

The Meg

The Nun

The Post

To All the Boys I've Loved Before

2019

Ad Astra

Amazing Grace

Apollo 11

Booksmart

Child's Play

Doctor Sleep

Hail Satan?

High Life

It Chapter Two

Judy

Little Women

Midsommar

Nightmare Cinema

Parasite

Ready or Not

Rocketman

The Highwaymen

The Sisters Brother

Toy Story 4

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