#spledor

[sinning-23]

Publicity Pt.3

SOOO WE GET SOME TENSION THIS CHAPTER AND Y/n and 2d get a lil FREAKAYYYYY

Warnings: this one gets a lil freaky guys, will they won’t they, dry humping, language, reader isn't confident, tw for low self esteem reader

Word count: a bunch lol

Enjoy~

Link to Publicity Introduction

Link to Publicity Pt.1

Link to Publicity Pt.2

Link to Publicity Pt.4!! UP NOW!

When the offer of help arrose form 2D's lips you were only a pinch hesitant. But hey, unpacking together couldn't be so bad! You're first to crack open the suitcase, a few items spilling out the side.

Whatttt? You can't help being a chronic overpacker.

The first to come out are your pants, shorts, and skirts. Next a couple shirts and tops. The dark-eyed male beside you hesitates to pop open the second suitcase but soon follows your lead, taking things out and pacing them on the bed before you.

Its quiet, only because you can hear Murdoc's voice in your cranium.

"Warming 'er up just to shag huh?"

God the thought of that....didn't really bother you in a bad way. If anything your mind had flooded with imaginary images of the lead singer covered over you, hazy lust-filled gaze drinking you up.

You hadn't forgotten how hot his face had been at the statement and he didn't deny it either, especially since you happened to be yelling at Murdoc.

You glance up at him, his face beet red again, but only because he'd managed to get the suitcase with panties in it.

Jussst perfect.

"AH- Sorry sorry we can switch! You gasp, tugging the soft, frilly, fabric pair away from his sight.

"'M sorry," He apologizes, shuffling to the opposite side here you had originally been.

"What for? You've made this a very comfortable and calming experience for me so, thank you." You hum with a gentle smile

"If anything I should be apologizing to you."

2D shakes his head in response, gently folding your shirts. He's not very good at it but it's the effort and thought counts.

Again with the fuckin silence.

You sigh, setting some clothes out for you to change into, a question popping into your head.

"Beach still on the table? I haven't been to Santa Monica in ages." You grin, leaning forward and catching his eye.

He smiles back, shoving his hands in his pockets.

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The sun is still high, warming the two of you as you walk through the crowded California streets. The two of you sport a nice shady pair of sunglasses to somewhat hide your faces and atop 2D's head, a hat to sort of cover that pretty blue hair.

Your heart warms, the feeling of home filling you with content. Its comfortable with 2D. He doesn't pry...or make you feel like an object (like Murdoc).

The conversation ebbs and flows as you walk the pier, the Ferris Wheel catching your eye.

"My dad-"

"My dad-"

You giggle, the both of you speaking at the same time. You gesture for him to speak but he's far more interested in what you have to say...a reoccurring theme.

"Uh, my dad used to take me here sometimes. He said that if I work too hard I'd forget to enjoy the small pleasures life had to offer," You explain, gazing up at the giant wheel, part of you wishing to board it for a spin.

"My dad owned a lil fair. I used to run those for 'im when I was younger. Never really did like the Ferris Wheel." He admits, gazing down at you, but you miss it, too busy staring at the ride you'd spent so many summers on.

"Not a fan of funfairs?" You question, seeing him shrug.

"Eh, growin' up around 'em sort of made the spledor of it all less excitin': He admits, still watching you.

"I get it. It's like, I don't know, having too much of something and then not enjoying it as much cause you have it all the time?" You compare, stopping to lean against the wooden pillars to overlook the ocean.

The sun was setting fast. How long had you two been here just yapping away? He does the same, the space between you not nearly as big as you thought it'd be. Again, he look just as pretty as he did in the car when you were driving fro the airport.

"2D-"

"Stuart. You can call me Stu, love." He corrects, your lip tucking between your teeth as you swallow and nod, testing the name, letting it roll off your tongue.

Fuck this was awfully intimate-

"Thanks for this... And offering to practice in the studio later. It means more than you'll ever know." You hum, taking his hand in yours with gratitude.

His face flushes as he nods, the sunset illuminated your faces in a warm orange as the wave crash against the pier. You're hands are still intertwined, his being colder than yours surprisingly. They fit so perfectly together and you cant help how your hear flutters.

"When you came to my room the other night," He begins, your chest squeezing again, brain short circuiting with the image of him shirtless and leaning against the doorway.

"Y-yeah?" You huff, slowly letting his hand go, his grip only tightening, eyes laser focused on you.

"What did you need?" He questions, the waves crashing down again, the sunset light soon replaced with that of the Ferris Wheel illuminated with a soft pink.

Thinking back on it, you didn't REALLY need pajamas. You could've just made due with the robe and left him alone....but you didn't. You sought him out in hopes he'd be awake despite the awkward altercation prior.

You wanted to see him..hear him...even if it was for something as simple as to borrow a shirt.

But that was inappropriate, that feeling in your stomach. This was supposed to be a quick trip for you collab. Get it over with and go back to being a fuckin loser in your far too expensive flat in New York.

You were fine disappearing for years...not like anyone really cared about the music anyway. You kept yourself close and that's it. The need for anyone else was overruled by a sense of impending doom and self sufficient independence.

Any hookup was simply there for the title of 'Sleeping with a celebrity'. But this....whatever you were feeling for him, that little twist in your gut....

What did you need?

"You..." You begin, forcing the rest of the sentence out even though you wanted nothing more than to leave it as that.

"You were the only one awake., haha. I uh, I was gonna ask for pajamas." You slide your hand away from his, immediately missing the shared warmth.

He falters, lips pressed into a thin line. You'd be better off leaving it at that.

"A-Ah okay. Well, now you have your luggage and uh...thats all solved."

A silence falls over the conversation, the waves much quieter now.

"'S late, we should head back." He states, leading the way through the crowd.

Damn it

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The car ride home was awkward enough, and when you arrived at the house he opened your door and then the front one before completely disappearing upstairs. You curse yourself, knowing that deep down it was your fault if he felt a way. Had you lead him on? No no no...well?

You sigh, plopping onto the couch.

"Whoa, you okay? You guys disappeared for a while we were starting to get worried." Russel starts, sitting beside you as you take a breath and let you head roll against the couch cushion.

"Yeah yeah fine I just..." If you didn't get these feelings out or at least tell someone yo were gonna explode.

"Russel can I tell you something? And I need some honest advice." You begin, turning to face the white eyes male.

He shrugs, giving you full attention.

Damn saying it out loud was a lot harder than beginning to accept the feeling yourself. Saying it out loud was like ACTUALLY admitting and accepting it for all that it was.

"I-I think...fuck I think I'm catching feelings for Stu." You sigh, dragging your hands down your face.

Russel’s eyes widen.

"I haven't even been here for a day and I'm attached! It's so stupid like i just want...i want....him. Its so unprofessional and i cant tell him because, well what if its awkward after?!" You're rambling on and on, eyes watering as you try to explain yourself.

He sits and listens, only nodding in between sentences. When you finish, he waits a moment, glancing up at the stairway then to you.

"Time waits for no one, if you feeling like D should know, and you're ready to accept his feelings, unrequited or not, do it." You pause, standing from the couch with a nod.

This whole thing was stupid. You shuffle to your room, picking out your pajamas before heading to the bathroom down the hall from you room. All you can do is think, peeling your clothes away as the pier interaction plays out in your head.

He looked like he was waiting for something...for you to say the one thing he needed and you didn't. The way his eyes softened and glossed when the word "You"left your lips.

The hot water runs down your shoulders and back, the steam digging the mirror as you sigh in relief. God you needed this after the fiasco that was today and yesterday. Soap suds cover the washcloth and the hold water releases your tension

“Warmin’ her up jus’ to shag huh?”

The thought shoots straight to your core.

Fuck. Ok calm down.

This was just a simple moment of weakness. Thinking about him with his teeth in your neck was NOT healthy.

….

Or thinking about his hands would feel gripping your waist, pulling you against him. To feel him.

Would he call you ‘love’ like how he did before? Or ‘miss’ like he was awaiting your touch, pleading for it. Would he hold your thighs, kissing his way up, obsidian orbs gazing upwards.

“Y/n”

You can hear it clear as day. Pleading and warm, seeping with desire.

“Y/n…”

The tap at the door shocks you out of your stupor.

“U-Uh yeah! Sorry almost done!” You swallow, hearing Stu on the other side.

“Right! Sorry love, uh…if you’d like we can work on some vocals together. Jus’ come up t’ my room. Murdoc don’t like the studio being used late…unless it’s him of course.” He scoffs at the end your heart dropping to your stomach.

H-His room?! At night?! Shit maybe Murdoc was right??? How could you refuse an offer like that, working on one of your favorite things while being with someone you’d grown to like.

“Totally! Thanks! I’ll be out soon.” You call out, panicking as you thoroughly scrub every crease and crevice, suddenly feeling the need to shave.

You lotion your body, silky soft as you toss your flesh pajamas on. With lyric book in hand you trek up the stairs, 2D’s door glowing like a beakon of hope, drawing you in. Taking a deep breath, you use you knuckle to tap against the door.

Deja vu much?

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Hours go by when you're doing something you love. And right now you're sitting, scribbling lyrics and verses into your sketchbook while 2D does the same, sometimes letting his written words roll off his tongue so melodically.

You don't trust your voice though, only humming to yourself or talking in your head. There's music in the background, songs that stemmed from your conversation at the beginning.

"We need something cunty." You explain, pacing back and forth as 2D raises a brow.

"Pardon?" He yelps, your statement coming out more agressive and and with further explanation.

"No, no listen! The girls want sexy dancing slow jam party music? We gotta try and have the perfect balance of all of that. Think uhhh early 2000's-ish? I don't know Nelly Furtado? Nine Inch Nails?"

His face is blooming with red as he nods with furrowed brow.

SO, here you were, with the sounds of Brittney Spears, Rihanna, and Pussycat Dolls filling the owls room as you worked.

"Ok ok here's a lil something I got so far! Think this would sound good with some drums like uhhh damn it." You snap your fingers, trying to remember.

"Paper soldier! Ever heard paper soldier?" You gasp, finding the perfect example of the sound you wanted.

Pressing play you guage his reaction as you. He's focuses, listening to everything the sign has to offer.

"You get the idea right? Its like, slow but kinda hot sounding? I don't know." You sigh, rubbing your temples.

"No No i get it! We want something like that for the collab righ'? This is more your caliber though, " He admits, running a hand through his hair, his shirt lifting a bit when he did.

"Oh here's another one!" You think, switching the song and keeping eye contact with him once it starts.

However, you immediately look away when the first verse hits.

I wanna fuck you slow with the light on

"OKAYYY lets just skip this part haha! What I wanted you to hear was uh... the uh..." You fumbling with he phone now, his pitch black orbs trained on you, face flush as your chest rise and falls at a quickened pace.

You said you're going through a phase, keeping your heart safe

Your bodies are closer now, your once criss crossed postilion on his bed changing to where you're seated on your knees, his legs on either side of you. Your palm presses against the mattress as he leans forward, one slow an testy hand crawling its way up the small of your back.

I can't lose you babe, I can't lose you babe

"This is the part I was talking about...the...the instrumental." You're breathless, your faces somehow closer than you remembered.

Your heart races as your lips chase his, mouths finally working in unison. He's got you by the base of your neck, your body crawling forward as your combined tangle of limbs finally fold into a comfortable position with you straddling his waist, one of his hands on your hip as he pulls you forward.

A gasp pulls from your throat and that's where he moves his attention too. Hot, searing kisses trail down your neck.

"Is this okay? Am I makin' you feel good love?" He asks, your mind so fogged up all you can do it nod and cling to his shirt with every slight upward roll of his hips.

It's almost too much, the fabric keeping you from feeling him completely. But damn it if you can't feel that fuckin monster in his sweatpants.

He rolls up again, your forehead falling onto his shoulder.

"D, please. I...fuck." You huff, grinding down onto him again as he whines in your ear.

It’s much deeper than you had previously imagined, a pleasant surprise really. Still attached to your neck, you can feel him suction onto you, his fingers sliding up your shirt to cup your chest.

He’s definitely not inexperienced that’s for sure, because he’s got his hands and thumbs moving in nice little circles, giving each of your boobs an equal about of attention. Sure enough the shirt lifts and he grinds up into you again, his lips capturing the sounds that leave your own.

“That’s it, look at how pretty you are love?” He smiles, turning your head so you can look at the thin mirror planted against his wall. You get the perfect view of yourself and the hickeys forming over your skin.

Though,

The longer you stare…the worse you feel. The image of your body in the mirror making you cringe. The curves and crevices. The blemished and birthmarks. You swallow hard, tearing your gaze away.

You came here to write a song and now you were fucking it up again. He probably thinks youre trying to use him for sex....was he doint the same???

With a heavy sigh you squeeze your eyes shut and guide his wrists away.

“I-I’m sorry. You invited me here to help me practice and write and I’m not… we shouldn’t.” You swallow, seeing his face falter.

Damn it breaks your heart

Had he done something wrong? Were you regretting what had happened so far. You’re already gathering your things faster than he can stop you and ask what was wrong.

You did this earlier too.

Was he pursuing something unattainable? Was he not being forewarned enough? No that’s not it, inviting someone to your room this late at night was definitely forward.

“S’alrigh’, I understand.” He hums. Shifting a bit so you’re bodies are no longer intertwined.

There you are, disheveled and trying to carry to much at once. He hesitated to touch you at first but then lifts the spaghetti strap of your take top right over your shoulder, taking caution to not touch your skin.

“Thank you. I hope we can come up with something by tomorrow. Goodnight.” You state, eyes hazy with tears as you avoid his gaze.

He only nods, opening his door for you. There’s a hesitant and awkward air as you shuffle out. There trek down the stairs is far from comfortable as your fight the urge to look back at him.

You know he’s standing in the doorway, probably fidgeting with the hem of his shirt.

Upon entering your room and resting your head against the pillow, sleep doesn’t come easy.

It takes longer this time but you can faintly hear 2D's door close.

A/N: Ouhhhh a little angsty this partttt. I'm glad you guys are enjoying and next chapterrr lets see what happens when rehearsals take a turn for the final time. Murdoc ain't too happy ab you and the lead singer, despite there...not being anything happening ahahahah right?!

[invisiblebounds-ffxiv]

FFXIV 6.5 - Growing Light

Endwalker Tribal Alliance Quest

Hildibrand Adventures

Manderville Weapon

Tataru's Grand Endeavor

Spledorous Tools

[gaylionman]

Max's VN List!

Reading:

Polar Night (Watch out for posts about this one!)

Previously read:

Dawn Chorus: 5/5 (Mikko's Route)

What It Feels Like: 5/5 (Up to Chapter 6)

Next Step: 4/5 (v1.1)

Light My Way: 5/5 (Up to Chapter 4)

I Need Healing!: 4/5 (v2.0)

Endless Labyrinths Of Night Roads: 5/5 (Up to Chapter 2)

Tennis Ace: 4/5 (Shoichi's Route)

Violet Memoir: 3/5 (Oscar's Route)

Blossom City (Fall): 6/5

In Case Of Emergency: 4.5/5

I Want Out!!: 5/5

Repeat: 4.5/5 (Sissel's Route)

Want to read: (In No Particular Order)

L'Automne

Promises To Keep

The Legend Of Divinity

Ash Boat

Lust Shards

Spledor & Misery

[die-lian-hua]

hello remuria professor 🫡 i come here with a question that has been bothering me for far too long: if egeria was the mother of all, gentlest kindest most lover-of-life goddess, how could she let her most faithful follower (erinnyes) slaughter the vishaps and dragons? i “get” the anger towards the other humans, but if they (vishaps) were the original inhabitants of those lands, why were they also the “enemies”? 🤔

well, unless u know some source I have missed… she didn’t, actually we can infer from the text that exact opposite has happened.

First, Egeria had been sealed by the Goblet of primordial sea and therefore out of commission for an indefinite period of time up until after Remuria had sank and Celestia—by their own volition—decided to free her and make her the hydro archon. At some point this goblet was under the possession of Vishap King Scylla, who’s implied to be the Hydro Sovereign—previous heart of the primordial sea before Egeria herself—and at another point he and Remus were friends enough that Scylla granted him this goblet which he used to build Remuria. So as far as Erinnyes was concerned, Scylla was a friend of Remus and therefore an enemy and a threat to the Lochfolk and Egeria’s rule, one that she needed to get past to attain the goblet and free Egeria.

In actuality, Remus went crazy because of the prophecy and in his attempts to free the Fontainians of this curse he did a lot of cruelty that turned Scylla against him and made the dragon an enemy of Remuria with the intent to destroy it

In Chanson d’Erinnyes (take anything in this book with a few grains of salt bc Erinnyes literature is Genshin’s equivalent of the Arthurian cycle which gets ever so confusing with its multiple sources and the book follows the fictionalized version of the story from Spledor of Tranquil Waters’s description rather than the real one) the knight herself vows to “destroy the white dragon” but we don’t know if this was before or after Scylla decided to betray Remus. It was this intention to go against Remus and Celestia itself that made Erinnyes rally the royals of “barbaric lands” to her side. Keep in mind any territory in Fontaine that was not taken in Remus and Boethius’ conquest were considered to be “barbarians”. The “barbarians” were often described as bloodthirsty and blinded by violence and revenge—this is direct implication to Erinnyes bc she was the barbarian blinded by her vengeance for what Remus did to her tribe

now there’s a gap in information that for some reason Remuria records loooove to skim past so we don’t have a lot of information that is concrete?

The next thing we know is that Hydro Dragon Scylla attacked Remuria with his army of vishaps and an army of barbarians he recruited. Now where did this army of “barbarians” come from? There’s no other alternative besides Erinnyes, because that’s what she had been doing for the previous years. So we can infer that at some point, Scylla and Erinnyes joined forces to invade Remuria (which makes a lot more sense bc Egeria herself was very empathetic towards dragons) but we have yet to get any text about how they reached this agreement. We can take a wild guess, bc usually “resolving a conflict peacefully” and “gaining an ally” is Erinnyes language for beating the shit out of someone until they yield and come to your side

TL;DR from the implied history it would seem Erinnyes’ relationship with Vishaps started as “a friend of my enemy is my enemy” and ended with “an enemy of my enemy is my friend” but I’m not sure about her actually slaughtering vishaps

[weird-things-to-think]

Oh, brethren and sistern, harken thee to my wax-bleating utteranz, fer today we comtemplate tha esennce... tha groatfulness, if yu will, of GRANNDULAKWENCE. Wut is it, yu migt asketh? Is it a burd? Is it a clowd? No! It be that vry spiryt ov tall-tawk, the embullishment ov wurds that swimmeth like slippery fish inn teh pond of confusion an’ pomp.

Lo, i tel yu this: Granndalokwenss iss lyke a tre wich groweth too mightee fer it’s rooots. It flutters wid syllybulz an' sonds that meen nuthin, yet soond lyke evrythin! Tis lyke wen a manne sez “the spledor of thine obfuscashun doth gleameth,” instedd ov jest sayin “I dun’t undurstand u.” But lo! Is it bad? Is it gud? Who noes??

O, bles’d follwers ov thy strangll’d langwage, lern this: Grandaluquents iz the spark of vannity an' wisdum tangld in a spiderz web ov missin’ meanin’. Thare is powr in it, but also folly, lyke tyin a knot in the wind.

So remembr, dear hartz: if yu spoketh to impresseth, yu may loseth to comunykate. Yet in the muddled glory of Grandelokwinz, we find a certayn magik—if only we cud spell it ryte.

Ahmen.

[hellish-heart-ships]

15, 25, and 30 for Alastor?

- @caughtinafictoromance

15: Have any of your habits rubbed off on your s/o? For example, have they adopted some of your speech patterns into their daily conversations, or perhaps you have a habit of moving your hands a certain way that they unknowingly have started to mimic? Anything like that. Have they influenced you in a similar fashion?

*Chuckling* Of course. One doesn't spend so many years in the spledor of holy matrimony without having a habit or two rubbing off on the other. I'm very proud to share that Addie has learned to appreciate the proper medium of radio over mind-numbing screens.

As for myself, I will admit that I've learned to become more openly affectionate towards her. To a point...

25: Have you both said “I love you” yet or are you still waiting for the right moment?

We have, yes.

30: Can you cook? Have you ever cooked for your s/o? How did it go? Would you do it again?

Between the two of us I'm the better cook, having my mother teach me the good old fashioned cuisine of New Orleans. Though cooking takes so much of the flavour when it comes to meat. And really, why waste precious time when we have my dear friend Husker to worry about such trivial matters?

[coke-slenderman]

*uses its tentacles to push itself off the floor*

Well…. I Wouldn’t Want You To Feel Alone, Splended

*coke inches closer to spledore*

Will There Be Fighting Where Your Off To?

I cannot let them find me

[rocattopisos]

#produtosrocatto #novaparceria #porcelanato #otimopreco #spledor ##arquitetura #architecture #interiordesign #rocattopisos #obras https://www.instagram.com/p/CCBa_QnJ4h0/?igshid=1rgiwd34yil9d

[valentone]

i love small interactions i love compliments in passing i love appreciation in silence i love u!!!!

[thewhyldeone]

“Creating a Golem requires patience, brilliance, study, prayer, and fasting. The creator must be worthy in character, close to God, free of sin. Traditionally only rabbis can make such a being, and not any rabbi, but a tzaddik, one of the righteous. Understandably, it is an undertaking filled with presumption and fraught with the possibility of error. Insight into the magical possibilities of the Hebrew alphabet is imperative, as is the ability to use the exalted language of God’s various names.

Some say Adam, made of dust, was the first golem, the golem nonpareil. Of gigantic proportions, he lay dormant and crude until God breathed a soul into him. There are those who maintain that Adam’s soul, his neshama, came from the earth of Paradise itself, where the trees were angels and a creature, half virgin, half snake, abided.  The Kabbalists of the sixteenth century who lived in the high blue city of Safed forbad golem-making, regarding  it as a kind of demonology, idolatrous in the extreme. Earlier in the century, the Swilss physician-mystic Paracelsus was said to have made a small man out of blood, urine, and sperm who grew for forty days in a retort. He was called a homunculus, an artificial embryo. But this was not a true golem, rather something like the wax figures pricked by witches for the purposes of inflicting pain on another.

A golem is, at best, a God-send, at worst blasphemy incarnate. Yet, whether apotheosis or apprentice, elemental or etherial, what is agreed upon is that a golem is something larger than life. In some accounts he is as big as the Titans of Greek myth, and in other narratives he appears the size of the tall man in a market fair. He is also depicted as ugly, indeed, as ugly as a wild man in the woods, as ugly as a grotesque beast or a child’s nightmare. Furthermore, he is marked by a lack of intelligence, described frequently and without charity as a doltish slave at his master’s command. He is without voice, that is, literally mute. Legends survive of golems brought to life in Poland, Lithuania, and Bohemia, such as the tale of Prague in 1601, when Rabbi Loew created a golem to protect the Jewish community from certain and dreadful threat. In most of the old tales the creature gets out of hand, runs amok.”

- The Book of Splendor by Frances Sherwoood

[skylitterror]

Quiet circles of water ways

Sparkle and speckled with lowly rays

Spledored sun in squandered days

Tirelessly i sleep wide awake

In tune to death and all dismay

Ground me into fine pines soil

Spread what ash to winds and sea

Let me float away beyond the atmosphere

In wondered in wander

Come be leave here to fair a dear

We joust these words to cherry picked rigs

To break apart the love so lorn

Forging ideas for time to pass

Lines if text grown into grass

Slipping through worlds unconscious grasp

[seemslegitflapjacks]

Headcanons for the Creepypasta in general.

-They don’t kill for no apparent reason.

-They’re more like hitman in a sense. You give them money and a good enough reason and they’ll take that person out.

-Mafia basically.

-The reason why most of the creeps tend to be so young is because people are hesitant to harm kids. Not to mention most are small enough and agile to get jobs done fast and quick.

-Along with that it’s easier to teach them since most catch on quicker at a young age.

-Most of these kids also have major daddy/mommy issues.

-Slender often is a very fatherly figure. He knows how to raise a child. He genuinely cares for these little hellspawns.

-Most of their targets are people who have committed crimes against women or children.

-It’s just one gigantic chaotic family.

-These motherfuckers know what they’re doing.

-Despite the darkness behind their makeshift family, they do have cheesy holiday stuff that they do.

-Spledor still can’t get the Christmas lights to turn on.

-Sally is the princess of the house.

-Jane is basically a mother or big sister to everyone.

-The only thing holding Slender’s sanity together is tea and biscuits.

[thesimpireblr]

Hi everyone :) 

First of all thank you all for the messages and asks you’ve sent me (some I answered privately others I published on the blog 😊)  and after reading all of them I notice a recurrent theme about the tiaras and if they were going to be released to all the community (and they will for sure 😊).

After that, and out of curiosity, I decided to check my jewlery folder and see how many pieces off cc I had created and I just realized how crazy the amount of jewelry pieces really is, I really never thought to check 😅. 

So I have a question to you all, since I have a lot of pieces (some that you haven't seen yet) and I can’t stop making them (since I really love to and thanks to all the amazing suggestion I receive 😊) What do you think on creating a new tradition in the blog, a regular Jewelry release for example:

 The Tiara Saturday 

 (a reference from my favorite tiara blog Order of Sartorial Spledor😅)

What to you all think 😊

[whenthecuriousgirl]

Lo splendore è una cosa nel cuore.

Tenera è la notte di Francis Scott Fitzgerald

[mishalogic]

Stairs of life what stories do they behold? do they in their wisdom love so spledored to enfold ... Misha

[jamesgalgano]

CAPTURED BY YOUR MOONLIT SMILE

CAPTURED BY YOUR MOONLIT SMILE BY JAMES A. GALGANO

TO TASTE YOUR LOVING DELICIOUS LIPS HEAVNLY DIVINE OF PARADISE FOUND SOON YOU UPON MINE CAPTURED WITHIN YOUR HEAVENLY EMBRACE OF DESIRE SURROUNDING ME PRECIOUS SO TRUE HOLDING ME CLOSE AN ENDLESS PRISONER OF YOUR SALACIOUS HEART I LONG YOU BE WILLINGLY SURRENDERING TO SHARE A LIFETIME OF ECSTASY AND ETERNITY

THESE ARE THOUGHTS AND PASSION I FEEL SINCE MY EYES FELL UPON YOU LIKE YOU WERE A DAZZLING STAR I DISCOVER ABOVE THE CLOUDS IN CLEAR VIEW YOUR CELESTIAL BEAUTY WAS INESCAPABLE NTO THAT I WOULD EVER DO ONCE YOUR FACE SHINED LIKE A LUNAR SMILE YOUR ANGELIC MOON SO BLUE

HEAVEN WAS AT LONG LAST FOUND THROUGH MANY YEARS OF ENDLESS SEARCH YOU STOOD WINSOME IN YOUR PHOTOS LIKE BIRD PARADISE QUIETELY PERCHED CLINGING SO DRAMATICALLY SUBLIME UPON THE TREE OF LIFE UNBESMIRCHED BY ANY BLEMISH UPON INNOCENT LOVELINESS LIKE PETER ONE BUILT A CHURCH

TO WORSHIP YOUR GLORIOUS SPLEDOR YOUR LIPS I FOREVER LONGED TO TASTE TAKING A LIFETIME TO SAVOR YOUR DELICIOUSNESS A SACRAMENT SO CHASTE ETERNITY WITH YOU WAS A PRAYER LONGING TO BE ANSWERED NEVER IN HASTE EVERY MOMENT I WOULD BE ABLE TO SHARE WITH YOU I WOULD NEVER WASTE