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if love be rough with you, be rough with love | chapter 2 | "rainy day"

Dave York x f!reader

Word count: 1,638

Summary: you're put in a sticky situation when you try on Carol's wedding ring

WARNINGS: 18+ Only! Mature and Explicit, brief sexual fantasy, apart from that this chapter is about longing

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You've just dropped off the girls at school and, seeing that Dave is still home (a rare occasion this late in the day) you're secretly overjoyed and make an excuse to stay near him. Carol's car is not in the driveway, so you figure she must be at a salon appointment.

"I'm going to make some more coffee. Care for a cup, Mr. York?" you casually ask, watching him at the kitchen table.

He chuckles softly and looks up at you. The look on his face is slightly amused. "Sure." His deep voice sends a tiny tremor to your heart. "I'm always up for a cup of coffee."

You notice he looks less tired today and you want to ask what's on his mind, but as he's kept his dealings with you polite and professional, you aren't sure what to say. "Happy anniversary," you tell him, realizing you forgot to say it to Carol earlier. "Looking forward to dinner tonight?"

Knowing just how he likes his coffee, you prepare it just so and fix yourself a cup as well. Joining him at the table you sneak glances at him over your coffee cup - something you'd never dare to do in front of his wife. But she's not here.

You realize he hasn't answered you, likely hasn't even heard you. "Is something wrong?" you ask.

"Hm?" He looks at you, his concentration broken and for a moment you adore the lost puppy dog look in his eyes. "Sorry, my mind was elsewhere. Everything's fine, I'm just a little tired still. Late flight.. you know." He smiles but it doesn't quite reach his eyes.

You simply nod and the two of you sit in a comfortable silence. A torrent of rain falls from the sky and you both watch the downpour through the windows. "Looks like Mother Nature wants us to have a cozy day inside," he says jokingly, and your heart jumps to imagine what a day like that would be with him. Cuddling, kissing, fucking on the couch while an old black and white movie plays on the TV in the background.

"It'd be nice to get under the covers, read a little until I fall asleep," you say when you realize he's watching you. "Do you have to go to work today?" He was still in his pajamas: a white t-shirt and blue plaid wool pants.

"Unfortunately yes. I've got a big meeting today." He looks you over as he sips his coffee, licks the droplets from his lips. "What are you going to do with yourself all day?"

"Well, no cozy day for me either. I have to pick up the dry cleaning then make brownies for the girls' bake sale at school. And as usual, I'll be daydreaming about you.

He nods. "Well," he stands to stretch. "I'm going to go upstairs and shower."

"Of course. Don't let me keep you." Blushing a little you get up to do some dishes. By the time you're drying them, Dave comes back down, freshly showered and dressed for work. He smiles as he approaches you at the counter and helps you, and you get a little flustered at his presence, the nearness of him. "Please, you don't have to help. You're already dressed up." And boy does he look good. Black suit, crisp white shirt, and the tie that you gave him for a Father's Day present this past summer, red with silver stripes. Plus his American flag pin. In your sweater and yoga pants you feel unsophisticated. Young. Below his league.

And of course because you're flustered your clumsiness rears its head and you accidentally drop a plate on the floor and it shatters. "Oh my god! Sorry! I'll clean it up!" You race to get the broom and dustpan to tidy the floor. Dave helps you, assuring you it's fine, and when your fingers accidentally touch it's like a little shock of electricity. Your gazes meet, but you sense too much in this brief moment, and you glance at his hands, the band of gold that gleams upon his finger. "I almost forgot, I'm picking up Carol's wedding ring from the jeweler's today," you say as you sweep up the plate shards. "She's going to love the inscription you added for your anniversary." Your face is hot, as if Dave can see through your babbling. You reprimand yourself for talking too much during your nice little moment.

"Yeah, she's going to love it all right," he says faintly, as if deep in thought.

"Any woman would love that." You stand to put the broken pieces in the trash. Inwardly you berate yourself for your timidity, for perpetuating a crush that will go nowhere, and for thinking that it even could. Dave says something but you don't catch it. And when you turn around he's gone.

That afternoon Alice and Molly help you with the baking then do their homework upstairs. Alone, you eye Carol's wedding ring in its box. You read the inscription on the back: 'Two are better than one'. Just out of curiosity you try it on your own finger, imagining that Dave has selected it for you, bought it for you, offered a life of love with this gorgeous diamond. You imagine yourself saying yes, hugging him, kissing him, telling all your friends and family.. it's a silly fantasy, but it makes you smile.

Then it gets stuck on your finger.

Carol must have the most delicate hands in all the world, because out of everything you try, nothing works. Ice, water, Vaseline: all useless. It's the worst thing that could happen, and on the worst timing. You feel like an idiotic character in a sitcom. You're still trying to force it off when Dave comes home. He sees the distress in your face. "What's wrong?"

"I did something stupid." You lift your hand and show him his wife's ring on your finger. "I just wanted to try it on, and now it's stuck. I can't let her come home and see me like this.."

He tries to help you remove it without hurting you, but it proves fruitless. "All right. Well, if it's stuck on your finger it's going to have to stay for a moment." He looks amused by the situation. "I guess you're going to be wearing it for now."

Your eyes widen and you glance at your watch. "She'll be home soon.. and you have your anniversary dinner tonight.." you feel a sense of hopelessness and you wish you hadn't been so curious about something that isn't yours. "I'll make it come off, I promise. It's my fault for putting it on in the first place."

Dave smiles warmly. "Hey, don't be too hard on yourself. It was an innocent mistake."

"Maybe we could keep this little incident just between us?"

"It'll be our little secret. I promise."

You hear Carol's car in the driveway. "Maybe you could distract her for a little bit? I think I know one more thing to try to get this off.."

In the kitchen you try a last minute remedy while also listening for Carol. You hear the front door open, and she says, "Aren't you going to welcome me home, Dave?"

With a rush of adrenaline you finally free the ring from your finger, put it back in its velvet box, and stuff it in your pocket. "Hi Carol! Please, let me get those grocery bags for you! I'm sure you want to start getting ready for your big date tonight," you say in a singsong voice. When she's not looking you hand Dave the box with the ring inside as you carry the bags to the kitchen.

You're shaking as you put the groceries away, but you're much calmer than before. You worry that Carol can suddenly read minds and that she'll know what you were doing with her wedding ring on.

"Dave and I are staying at a hotel after dinner tonight," Carol informs you. "We won't be back until the morning."

There's a little stab of jealousy in your heart, but it's not the first time you've ever felt it while working here. You hide your feelings with a smile and get to work on dinner for the girls. As Carol goes upstairs to get ready she leaves you and Dave alone in the kitchen. The air is rife with simmering tension, both of you curious about the other, yet maintaining a safe distance. Carol and the girls come down, the little ones ready to eat and the lady of the house dressed elegantly, leaving a cloud of Versace perfume in her wake. "We should head out now." She gives Dave a little peck on the cheek, causing both you and him to blush.

You think they've left, and you don't hear the door reopen. Dave comes back, looking a little shy, which is unusual for him. "I just.. wanted you to know how much you've meant to me since you started working here," he says, out of earshot of the girls. "You're more important to me than you think. You really help around the house and you watch over the kids. I'm glad you're here.. I'm very lucky to have you with us."

You've known Dave for several months, and he's not one to talk in circles. You have a feeling he's not saying something. "I'm the lucky one," you quietly reply.

Dave shakes his head. "You're really something, you know that?" His smile lights up his face.

You could stay here and flirt with him all night, but even though Carol's too much of a lady to honk the car horn while waiting for him, you let him know it's time to go. "Bye now. Happy anniversary, Mr. York."

He nods, winks at you, and leaves.

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o 625 words to know in your target language o

There is a really interesting blog called "Fluent Forever" that aids foreign language learners in tricks, tips and techniques to guide them to achieving fluency "quickly" and efficiently. One of the tricks is to learn these 625 vocab words in your target language, that way you have a basis to start delving into grammar with ease as you can understand a lot of vocab right off the bat. Plus this list of words are common across the world and will aid you in whatever language you are learning. Here is the list in thematic order

• Animal: dog, cat, fish, bird, cow, pig, mouse, horse, wing, animal

• Transportation: train, plane, car, truck, bicycle, bus, boat, ship, tire, gasoline, engine, (train) ticket, transportation

• Location: city, house, apartment, street/road, airport, train station, bridge hotel, restaurant, farm, court, school, office, room, town, university, club, bar, park, camp, store/shop, theater, library, hospital, church, market, country (USA,

France, etc.), building, ground, space (outer space), bank, location

• Clothing: hat, dress, suit, skirt, shirt, T-shirt, pants, shoes, pocket, coat, stain, clothing

• Color: red, green, blue (light/dark), yellow, brown, pink, orange, black, white, gray, color

• People: son, daughter, mother, father, parent (= mother/father), baby, man, woman, brother, sister, family, grandfather, grandmother, husband, wife, king, queen, president, neighbor, boy, girl, child (= boy/girl), adult (= man/woman), human (# animal), friend (Add a friend's name), victim, player, fan, crowd, person

• Job: Teacher, student, lawyer, doctor, patient, waiter, secretary, priest, police, army, soldier, artist, author, manager, reporter, actor, job

• Society: religion, heaven, hell, death, medicine, money, dollar, bill, marriage, wedding, team, race (ethnicity), sex (the act), sex (gender), murder, prison, technology, energy, war, peace, attack, election, magazine, newspaper, poison, gun, sport, race (sport), exercise, ball, game, price, contract, drug, sign, science, God

• Art. band, song, instrument (musical), music, movie, art

• Beverages: coffee, tea, wine, beer, juice, water, milk, beverage

• Food: egg, cheese, bread, soup, cake, chicken, pork, beef, apple, banana orange, lemon, corn, rice, oil, seed, knife, spoon, fork, plate, cup, breakfast, lunch, dinner, sugar, salt, bottle, food

• Home: table, chair, bed, dream, window, door, bedroom, kitchen, bathroom, pencil, pen, photograph, soap, book, page, key, paint, letter, note, wall, paper, floor, ceiling, roof, pool, lock, telephone, garden, yard, needle, bag, box, gift, card, ring, tool

• Electronics: clock, lamp, fan, cell phone, network, computer, program (computer), laptop, screen, camera, television, radio

• Body: head, neck, face, beard, hair, eye, mouth, lip, nose, tooth, ear, tear (drop), tongue, back, toe, finger, foot, hand, leg, arm, shoulder, heart, blood, brain, knee, sweat, disease, bone, voice, skin, body

• Nature: sea, ocean, river, mountain, rain, snow, tree, sun, moon, world, Earth, forest, sky, plant, wind, soil/earth, flower, valley, root, lake, star, grass, leaf, air, sand, beach, wave, fire, ice, island, hill, heat, nature

• Materials: glass, metal, plastic, wood, stone, diamond, clay, dust, gold, copper, silver, material

• Math/Measurements: meter, centimeter, kilogram, inch, foot, pound, half, circle, square, temperature, date, weight, edge, corner

• Misc Nouns: map, dot, consonant, vowel, light, sound, yes, no, piece, pain, injury, hole, image, pattern, noun, verb, adjective

• Directions: top, bottom, side, front, back, outside, inside, up, down, left, right, straight, north, south, east, west, direction

• Seasons: Summer, Spring, Winter, Fall, season

• Numbers: 0, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20 21, 22, 30, 31, 32, 40, 41, 42, 50, 51, 52, 60, 61, 62, 70, 71, 72, 80, 81, 82, 90, 91, 92, 100, 101, 102, 110, 111, 1000, 1001, 10000, 100000, million, billion, 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th, 5th, number

• Months: January, February, March, April, May, June, July, August, September, October, November, December

• Days of the week: Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday

• Time: year, month, week, day, hour, minute, second, morning, afternoon, evening, night, time

• Verbs: work, play, walk, run, drive, fly, swim, go, stop, follow, think, speak/say, eat, drink, kill, die, smile, laugh, cry, buy, pay, sell, shoot(a gun), learn, jump, smell, hear (a sound), listen (music), taste, touch, see (a bird), watch (TV), kiss, burn, melt, dig, explode, sit, stand, love, pass by, cut, fight, lie down, dance, sleep, wake up, sing, count, marry, pray, win, lose, mix/stir, bend, wash, cook, open, close, write, call, turn, build, teach, grow, draw, feed, catch, throw, clean, find, fall, push, pull, carry, break, wear, hang, shake, sign, beat, lift

• Adjectives: long, short (long), tall, short (vs tall), wide, narrow, big/large, small/little, slow, fast, hot, cold, warm, cool, new, old (new), young, old (young), weak, dead, alive, heavy, light (heavy), dark, light (dark), nuclear, famous

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can i request jo/egan + 10. maraschino cherries? please and thank you!

Jo + MotA has a tag now, help. From this prompt list. Bucky Egan/WarCo OC.

She hadn’t wanted to come out tonight, but the Red Cross girls insisted.

It’s still on her desk, torn open, the package with her address on it. The brooch inside that wasn’t her name, the little pearls and swirling letters in gold plate, the pink paste stone. The note attached, longer than the last one he’d written her.

Pity was the last thing she wanted tonight, even if it felt like her chest was stuffed with cotton. So she didn’t say anything, didn’t let Helen’s gentle questions get anywhere, or Tatty’s inquisitive grin. Could she pass it off as homesickness? The three of them loved their jobs too much for that, maybe. Took too much pride in them, at least, if not loved. Love was a word she held back here, with even the loudest of parties shot through with sadness. 

She’s still wearing his class ring. The little silver thing, with enamel and gold edges. The ring that wasn’t about her, either.

“You want to try another drink, Jo?”

She’s barely touched her soda, the little maraschino cherry still floating on top, tendrils of red syrup in the weakened carbonation. They’d gotten a few jars in earlier in the week, and everyone was feeling the extra sparkle. It wasn’t a twist of lemon or an orange peel or the end of the war, but it was alright.

“Oh no, thank you. Can’t waste this one, right?” She takes a sip. 

A certain voice echoes in her head. What kind of chump doesn’t get a girl a nice ring? 

She does, she needs a drink.

On nights like these, Helen and Tatty’s chairs are soon empty — blue uniforms spinning in a room amongst olive wool and florals. 

“Hey there, Josephine.” 

She looks up at him, the dim lights behind his head. “Major Egan.”

He makes the same face he always does. “You could at least call me John.”

“Same reason I don’t dance, Major.”

He looks over his shoulder at the band, at the crowd of pairs dancing. “Why’re you here, then?”

She jerks her chin at Helen’s martini glass and the last few sips of Tatty’s sherry. “You think I had a choice?”

“Hey, don’t make fun of the nice ladies.” He half-smiles, the kind he never keeps off his face. “C’mon, dance with me.”

She wonders if Dora lives back home or somewhere in England, an ocean or a stone’s throw. Have they danced? She assumes they have.

“Song’s almost over, Josephine.”

She wonders if he can see that her eyes are a little red. At least, she feels they still are. “Is that your selling point?”

“You won’t have to worry about a thing.”

The last pretty face they ever see, right? She can’t push it away, can’t invite it in. There’s no one else here to care, no reporters who’ll moan that she only gets stories by dancing, by turning something on that your average Joe reporter can’t. 

She stands, and he looks at her like she’s made a miracle happen. 

The song does end, and he still holds out his hand. “Don’t think you’re getting off that easy.” Her fingers hover above his outstretched palm. The next song starts slow, like bubbles in a glass of champagne. He looks like a schoolboy when her expression asks if he did it on purpose. “I know I’m dancing with another’s betrothed,” he says, annunciating like he’s explaining the word.

She’d take the straight bottle, actually. Whiskey. Vodka. Gin.

“I— I don’t know about that,” she says. It’s everything she can do to keep her feet moving. To keep from stepping on his toes. 

Above her, she can feel his chin brush her hair. “What?” It’s possible she’s never regretted saying anything more in her life. “What happened?”

The brooch, sitting on her desk. Amongst all of her things. Her letters. Her notebook. Her cigarettes and lipstick and tins of pocket candy. Is she supposed to care this much? Is this something she’s just supposed to accept? 

“Not here,” she says. She hates how small her voice sounds. 

“You know we’ve got a jeep,” he says. “You just tell us where—” 

“I think maybe I need a drink,” she says. He’s taken her hand, holds it against his chest. 

“‘Course, what’ll you have?”

“Whatever’s back at my room.” Maybe she’ll figure out how to ask for a bottle of wine so that nobody looks at her funny. “Alone.”

He doesn’t stop holding her. She said alone. She thinks— she thinks she means it. She knows he’d—

“Alone,” he repeats. 

“Mmhm.”

The music continues around them, soapy and warm. His voice by her ear. “You want a drink before you go? Want me to tell you I owe you a dance? Make up for this one?”

You don’t owe me anything, John. You didn’t do a damn thing wrong.

But she nods, against his chest, “yes ma’am,” and lets the moment linger a second longer.

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Irish Kings: Filip 'Chibs' Telford x Reader

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Story Arc:

Punishment - Chibs never thought the work he does for the club would blow back on you.

Silver & Gold - Chibs underestimates your resilience.

Pound of Flesh - Chibs knows that Galen took more than his pound of flesh.

Only You (NSFW) - Chibs and you share a moment of peace.

Queen - You come face to face with your monster.

Matriarch - Chibs and you take a step forward in your relationship.

Moving On - You and Chibs discuss moving forward.

There’s an Irish King sitting in your kitchen when you return home from work. It strikes you that their involvement in your life is becoming a regular occurrence, an unwelcome one.

Declan Brogan stands at your granite countertop, pouring hot water into a teapot. The scent of Earl Grey fills the air, flooding your nostrils as you step inside of the room. He doesn’t look up, he simply removes two mugs from your cupboard and sets them upon the oak tea tray, alongside a plate of shortbread. The signet ring on his finger catches the light and it takes you back for a moment, to a different time, one where Galen’s hand is wrapped around your throat, his face buried in your hair as he…

Your jaw tenses before you shake off the memory.

“If you’ve come here to kill me, can we take it elsewhere?” You request, thinking about the gun in your bag in the living room. “We both know how tough it is to get blood out of hardwood.”

To your surprise he laughs, it’s a rich hearty sound that resonates through the room as he adds a small milk jug to the tray.

“If I wanted to kill you, you’d already be dead.” He tells you light heartedly before gesturing to the kitchen table. “Shall we sit down and talk over tea like civilised people?”

You take the seat reluctantly, crossing your legs, one over the other as you adjust the hem of your pencil skirt. Declan picks up the tea tray and brings it to the table, setting it gently down in front of you. Out of all your experience with the kings this is the most surreal.

“Shall I be mother?” he says before picking up the teapot and pouring the tea into your cup.

You watch him stoically, your fingertips rapping lightly upon the surface of the table.

“If you aren’t here to kill me…”

“I’m here to thank you.” Declan informs you taking up residence in the seat across from you. He picks up a piece of shortbread and pops it into his mouth. “You solved a problem that has been plaguing us for a number of years.”

You pick up your teacup and look at Declan over the rim.

“You mean the Sons did.”

There’s silence between the two of you as his gaze comes to rest upon you. You take a deliberate sip before setting the teacup down and meeting his eyes.

“Lass, we know what happened.” He tells you. “Do you think you were the only one, the first one?”

For a second, you’re stunned. The implications of the statement rush through your brain as you slot pieces of the puzzle together. You knew there were other victims, Galen had taken great pride in telling you that during your time together, but it wasn’t until now you realised how systemic it was, that the Kings knew, and they did fuck all about it.

Powerful men in powerful positions, you think, and it leaves a bitterness on your tongue.

“So, you knew.” You say unable to keep the ire out of your voice. “You knew what he’s been doing and you just let him keep doing it, because what… its effective? It gets you what you want?”

“We don’t condone his methods…”

“His methods?” You spit at him. “Do you understand what it is like to have something like that happen to you? To have your dignity stripped away from you? You’re soul fucking destroyed because some asshole wants to teach the man you love a lesson? He tortured me in your fucking name, and you helped him get away with it, the same way you have every other fucking time.”

“I know what it’s like to be on the other side of it.” He snaps back at you. “To know it happened to someone that you love, to watch them struggle with the weight of it every single day, I know what it’s like to look at my grandchild and see his eyes and know….” He inhales sharply as he meets your eyes, his own burning with a rage that mirrors your own. “My daughter was a good Catholic girl. When I imposed sanctions because of his behaviour he retaliated by violating her over and over again until she became pregnant. He looked in my face and toasted me the night my grandson was born, and he called it a blessing.”

You collapse back in your seat, shaking your head as you listen to his story. You can see the weight he carries on his shoulders, the emotional toll it takes to live with something like that. It doesn’t change anything, you're still so fucking angry but that pain, the agony that nestles deep down in your chest it’s shared. You aren’t the only one tarnished by Galen.

“He was a fucking monster, but the cause needed him.” Declan says vehemently. “I couldn’t get my hands on him unless he was declared a traitor, it would have torn the True IRA apart, so I had to wait…”

“And then I took care of it.” You state frankly. “The Sons handed you the evidence of his side dealings, and I gave you a body. The whole thing all tied up neatly in a bow.”

“I can never repay you for what you did.” He tells you fiercely. “My daughter can sleep again knowing that her rapist is buried in the ground.”

Your gaze shifts to the kitchen window. There’s a bird house just outside, a pretty wooden one that your niece made with Filip the last time she was over. You watch the birds as they flit in and out of it, chirping to one another. You remember watching the two of them together in the workshop outback of Teller Morrow, how happy Filip had been to create something, to be part of a family again. You think of Tig and his partner Suzy, of the baby they have on the way, of Jax and his two little ones and everyone else, the peace that they all deserve to have in their lives because the last few years have been filled with violence and chaos and right now you have an opportunity to end some of that.

“There is a way you can repay me.” You say quietly as you sip from your teacup. “The Sons want out of the gun business; I want that to happen. No retaliation. No buy out. A clean break, you go your way, and they go theirs.”

It was what had started this whole mess to begin with, it seems fitting that this is how it ends. The very thing that Galen had strove to prevent was now his legacy. You hoped the son of a bitch was turning in his grave.

Declan inclines his head towards you, his gaze meeting yours. You can tell that the deal is done, that this man would have given you anything you asked for because you took away the source of his nightmares, you slayed not only your monster but his as well.

“I’ll put the calls in.” He assures you as he raises to his feet, signalling the end of your exchange.

You follow suit, your hands clasped in front of you as he strides towards the backdoor that you certainly did not leave unlocked. He pauses for a moment before glancing at you over his shoulder.

“Take care deirfiúr bheag.” He says fondly. “And God help the next person that crosses you.”

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Please deal back fired pt3.

On the trolly at my side was various items first was six suction cups of different sizes, next to them was the hand pump for them.

A silver surgical plate was next to them with plastic needle cannulas, two of them ! Pinned up beside these were around 12 needles in two rows of six each getting larger ..the last one was black and of a Very Large gauge ! 

A wee silver bucket was next with two bags of some sort of fluids a thin tube coiled from each at the ready.

But it was the last bowl that had me scream so scared pleading with them.. 

in this was ginger pulp with a glass jar next to this bowl was squeezed ginger oil !

Last item was a large black pudding that had the plastic wrapper removed?

The with of the north smiling at me spoke to her twin sister !

“Let’s get started on Snow Whites new surprise ! For Mommy and Daddy!”

 She lifted the white neck frills on my dress pulling two zips I had not seen !

The chest part fell down like an apron in my lap..

She ran her hands over the plastic to loud crinkles ..

Mmmmmmmm !

The witch of the south handed her a scalpel ! 

“Keep Very still Snow White !”

She cut along the chest line through the plastic the pulled out the pink Lycra cutting it also then tucked it up and down to form an opening over my chest !

As again South handed her one of the cannulas! 

“Big Deep breaths Snow White !…good girl…I’m we go !”

The pain was instant as I felt her work the needle into my chest, then remove the needle part she put tape on to hold it in place …

“Snow White what do we do for this ?”

She had the other cannula !

I took a big deep breath!

The witch of the south spoke to me ..

“Clever girl Snow White that’s clever..trust me when I say you had best be completely Obedient or else we are going to truly hurt you princess !”

Her words were almost cold in there delivery too me !

She was truly scary..

Aawwww don’t tease poor Snow White she is going to be ever so good aren’t you princess!”

North them put the second neddle in much more forceful ! 

As I cried out …

They were already setting up a bag to each cannula !

The witch of the north took my tender nipples slowly teasing them.. 

“Mommy has you very tender her eh Snow ?”

I nodded best I could to her as her sister handed her a cup with the pump attached !

She set about pumping it over my right nipple as it raised up inside she removed the pump fixing it to the second cup her sister was handing her over.

Both nipples now cupped she patted my head….

“Clever girl Snow ..Your turn South !”

She got up off my lap..

As the Witch of the South lifted the jar of oil removing the top she held a steel syringe with a glass center, pulling the entire container into the syringe ! 

She came over to me as her sister lifted my dress to reveal my shorts..

South did not even speak to me !

She pushed  it to the gold heart into one of the black rings ?

Pushing slowly..

She looked Deeply into my eyes ..

Then as I felt something ozing out my inflatable plug, she pushed Hard emptied the whole syringe in one ! 

I squealed…

“Quite Snow White ! Think we care ? This is a punishment madam !”

She pulled the plunger out of the syringe lifting the ginger pulp she poured it in ..

Then fed the plunger back in as I watched goo drip from the end !

“Hold her head please North !”

Her sister held my head but I could barely move it in any case?

South pushed it to the mouth gag …

Pushing it hard goo flowed over my trapped tongue !

I had to swallow relentlessly not too choke !!

This was very hard as the last went in I started crying..

“Clever girl Snow White cry for everyone princess !”

The witch of the north mocked !

As Her sister did something diabolical !

She lifted over a blender removing the jug she squatted over it to pee ! 

Next she put the black pudding into the hot piss putting the top on it she plugged it back on the blender flicking the switch !

It was instant a black slurry…she then undid the jug removed the top and handed it too her sister who also squatted over it to pee !

This was set back to the blender as I sat crying over what I knew was next !

They were going to feed me this !!! …

[chloesolace]

Hello, can you do a daemon targeryan x reader. Where the reader is a common girl who he met at his favourite whore house or behind an alley of it. He doesn't know who she is and she is confident. She's not scared of him or anyone. She knows how to defend herself and escape, sticking to the shadows. For all he knows she could be an assassin, a whore or an information broker. She's mysterious and doesn't let him get to know her easily while she knows quite a lot about him which intrigues Daemon into following her. There is sexual desire and tension between them but she likes teasing him more.

I said x reader but I don't mind 3rd person or 1st person point of views either. Also NSFW stuff are up to you if you think the story can get there.

Thank you, either way. I like reading your fics all the same! You're very good!

The Night's Veil - Daemon Targaryen x Mysterious!Reader

summary: When you meet the Rogue Prince at his favorite pleasure house, he first mistakes you for a whore. Soon, he finds out that things might not be as they seem and your excessive knowledge about him, while he does not even know your name, makes him want to find out more about you.

pairing: Daemon Targaryen x Mysterious!Reader

word count: 1.7k

warnings: drunk!Daemon

a/n: I'm very sorry that this took so long. I had so much on my plate lately! But here you go <3 this will probably have a NSFW part 2!

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You kept your back pressed against the stone wall, feeling the coldness of it even through your clothing. There was laughter in the background, dimmed by the walls and closed doors behind you. Your long black coat was simple, and hid the cold metal bound to your thigh, which had long absorbed the heat of your skin.

A puddle pooled at your feet, remnants of the rainfall that had wet your hair, hidden and slowly drying underneath your hood. Your figure was barely visible behind the corner of the building, yet you noticed how a few men sometimes threw glances at you. Confused, and occasionally curious. 

You turned, leaning your side against the wall which exposed you to the men entering and leaving the house even more, though you gave them little attention. A few women, all dressed in provocative dresses, nodded at you. Crossing your arms, you returned the gesture. 

A gentle breeze let a few strands of your hair appear from underneath the hood, caressing your skin as you eyed a group of men leaving the establishment with wide grins on their faces, stumbling away on weak knees. The stench of liquor was in the air, and you scrunched your nose when it reached you.

Before the door could fall shut, you saw a hand reaching out to stop it, each of the fingers graced with dark rings that glistened when the door was pushed open again. 

The corners of your mouth twitched when you locked eyes with the man, whose cheeks were slightly flushed, presumably from liquor and the heat inside. His long, white hair was disheveled, and though he looked so different from what was most likely expected of him, he still stood out like a gold coin in a chest filled with silver.

"Your Grace," you greeted, almost taunted, which made him lift his eyebrow. He had not expected anyone to call him that here, you could tell by the way his eyes darkened and his lips curled into a grin as the door closed behind him. The torches of the city were reflected in his eyes, making them seem almost black. 

“What do we have here,” he said as he took a step closer, most likely expecting you to flinch away, because when you remained standing with your arms crossed in front of your chest, he tilted his head as if he didn’t understand. 

“I have never seen you before. Are you new?” He asked, a suggestive tone in his voice while his eyes trailed up and down your body. His disappointment about your attire was evident. 

You scoffed as if the question itself insulted you, and though it didn’t, the look he gave you in response to it was worth the deception. Behind him, one of the working women threw a glance at you, eyes flickering between you and the man, as if to silently ask whether you were alright, but you simply looked at her. A silent answer that you could handle the situation. 

“Do you ask all women you meet whether they are whores?” There was a challenging tone in your voice, one that did not go unnoticed by him. 

“Only the pretty ones.” His smug grin was almost painfully annoying to look at, and yet you managed. He tried to take a better look at your face, still partially hidden beneath the hood, but you turned away from him. “Besides, standing in front of a pleasure house does imply one thing or the other, wouldn’t you agree?” 

“Certainly, my prince. Especially about the men who visit these establishments. A regular patron such as you should know all about the poison it is for one’s reputation, I assume.” You lowered your head a little, not even giving him time to reply before you vanished behind the corner, merging with the shadows of the unlit alley. 

“I care little for reputation,” he replied as he followed you, a somewhat insulted tone in his voice. He watched when you grabbed your hood with both hands, finally letting it fall onto your shoulders, though you were too deep in the dark for him to differentiate between shadow and hood. It was almost as if you were becoming one with the darkness, and it seemed to only intrigue him further. 

“I know,” you said, your voice sounding like the gentle breeze before a storm. When he frowned, you explained, “A man who does the things you do would die from self-hatred earlier than battle, if he cared for reputation.” 

He scoffed, though it sounded more like a chuckle when he took another step forward, the smell of liquor appearing in your nose again. Your eyes were used to the dark, having spent many nights outside and many days asleep, so it was easy to see him even when he squeezed his eyes together to see better. 

Prince Daemon raised his chin when he made out your figure, looking down on you as he spoke. “And how come a common woman knows this much of a man, yet does not even allow him to see her face?”

“A woman who wants to live learns to be careful.” Your eyes flickered between his, and someone must have lit a lantern somewhere behind him, since there was suddenly enough light to make out his face. By the way his features relaxed, you could tell he was able to finally see you, too. 

You had not noticed how close you were, even with your good eyesight, until the light showed you, and you had to fight against the urge to back away. As you had learned early, a sign of weakness could become your cause of death quicker than you’d like. 

“Not careful enough, it seems,” he responded as his eyes jumped to your lips for a second. He seemed to find satisfaction in seeing your face, as if that was a victory in itself. But you did not feed his self-satisfaction, not even when he said, “And here I thought you might be hiding Valyrian hair under that hood.”

“Secrecy allows the mind to spin its web, my prince. And sometimes it gets caught in it itself.” You brushed past him, your fingers deliberately touching his arm in the process, but before you could fully retreat, he took hold of your wrist, making you inhale sharply. 

“Do you always speak in metaphors?” 

You raised your wrist, though his grip only tightened, and let out a sarcastic laugh. He studied you with curiosity in his eyes, which you partially blamed on the liquor he had undoubtedly swallowed before. 

"Why? Not used to having to think before replying?" 

His jaw clenched and you had to bite your tongue when he pulled you towards him. It was so close, you could smell his breath when he spoke, and the force he used momentarily made you freeze.

"There is only so much someone like you can get away with," he whispered, the threat evident in his eyes and voice. But you kept your head high, even tilted it to the side a little while you watched his lips move.

"You don't know what I have gotten away with already, Your Grace." Now it was your turn to grin, despite still being prisoner to his grasp. 

The corners of his mouth twitched and before you could react, you felt the stone wall to your right in your back. The sudden impact made you grunt and it took you a few seconds to register that he was now so close, you could feel his chest on yours.

Recklessness was something people gave him credit for, and you guessed that the intoxication was not helping. Though all you did was chuckle lowly and enjoy the way he reacted to your words.

"Oh, I would like to know all about that," he whispered in your ear, warm breath caressing your neck. You leaned your head back against the wall when he locked eyes with you. "Are you the person who's been following me around lately?" 

You didn't reply, which made him narrow his eyes, suspicious of your silence. He lowered his head slightly, to which you turned yours to the side. There was a question in his eyes you couldn't quite make out, but he had no chance to ask it, since you quickly ducked underneath his arm to escape his grasp. 

He was startled by the sudden movement, and not sure how to react at first as you crossed your arms in front of your chest, smiling. Prince Daemon’s gaze darkened as he took a step towards you, and you responded by taking one backwards. He chuckled, but even his laugh carried a threat in it, which seemed to only increase your interest in him. 

“Perhaps I have been following you around… though you certainly do not seem to mind my company. Or am I mistaken?” You asked with feigned innocence, angling your head just a little to expose your neck, making it look like a subconscious gesture. His eyes jumped to your shoulder, but when he wanted to step forward again, you moved away before he had the chance to. 

“Who are you really? Let us start with a name.”

“Don’t worry, your secrets are safe with me. For now, of course.” You finally broke the distance between you two, satisfied about the control you had and the clear dislike of the situation on his face.  “I am not worried,” he replied quietly, and a little too quickly, when you were close enough to smell him again, eyes flickering between his. 

“Perhaps you should be, my prince,” you breathed, gaze dropping to his lips for a second, to which he placed his hand on the back of your head, pulling your hair slightly to force you to look at him, even though you had no intention of turning away.

You leaned in so that the tips of your noses touched, avoiding his lips each time he aimed to capture them. “Until next time,” you whispered, and then you were gone, blending with the darkness once more. You saw him turn around in confusion, searching for your figure, but when he realized that he wouldn’t be able to find you, he left the alley, muttering something to himself that you were too far to understand.

You pulled your hood over your hood again, thinking about how you intended the promised meeting to happen sooner rather than later, as a faint cry appeared in the distance somewhere behind you, cutting through the silence of the alley.

[pure-ablution]

Your opinion on moissanite jewelry?

I like moissanite for smaller pieces, and especially for high-quality replicas. It’s extremely, extremely overpriced in the West, so I would only ever recommend buying from China with trusted AliExpress jewellers, but it’s a great option if you’re just starting out with very basic jewellery (think 1ct studs, a tennis bracelet, that kind of thing) or if you’re looking for replicas of smaller, well-known pieces. I have a lovely set of moissanite studs, a tennis bracelet and necklace, and some replicas of the Tiffany ‘Victoria’ line, all cast in 18ct white gold plated sterling silver, and they’ve held up perfectly and still sparkle beautifully after 3–5 years of heavy use. If you do your due diligence and properly research your options, then Chinese jewellers are skilled and their prices are very reasonable, they do well with replicating popular pieces and I’ve had a couple of custom pieces made as well, and I’d recommend AliExpress moissanite over any other option for girls who are just starting to build their jewellery collection and want affordable but high-quality basics.

However, moissanite isn’t diamond, and anyone who knows diamond can tell that very easily, especially when it comes to bigger, flashier, and more elaborate jewellery. Moissanite isn’t a diamond simulant, it’s an entirely different stone in its own right, and it has its own unique look to match that. Lower-quality moissanite has a greenish-blue tint, not the yellow of a lesser diamond, and it shines completely differently; the natural double refraction of even the most flawless moissanite means that you’re always going to get a very bright and sparkly rainbow flash that’s very obviously not the icy white sparkle of a real diamond. I wouldn’t recommend moissanite for an engagement ring (unless you love the look of moissanite itself, and you’re not worried about passing it off as a diamond), and I’d hesitate over recommending it for any statement pieces or individual jewels over 2ct. The untrained eye won’t pick out moissanite from a crowd, but anyone who owns and loves diamonds will be able to tell, and, when held up against a real diamond, even a layman would be able to spot the difference, I think.

[integra1127grimmreaper]

His Warrior Princess - Part two

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Part 1

The grounds shook as Vhagar landed outside the Dragonpit, dismounting, you proudly stood petting her as she affectionally nudged you with her ginormous head. "Make sure that she is given an extra treat" you instruct the keeper as he stepped forward to unsaddle her. "She has been extremely well behaved today."

You place a kiss to Vhagar's cheek, and she lets out a pleased purr, "I shall see you tomorrow my sweet girl" you whisper to her in Valyrain.

With a broad smirk, you walk toward Ser Harrold as he awaited you at the entrance to the Dragonpit. "I shall never be able to understand how you have succeeded in turning that beast into a mere pup" he remarks with a head shake.

"We have a special bond" you reply with a toothy grin, offering then, "I could always take you for a ride upon her if you like..."

"That offer I shall graciously have to decline, your Highness" Ser Harrold quickly responds.

"Do not tell me, that you are afraid, Ser Harrold...?" you chuckle at his remark.

"To be quite blunt..." he replies, "my ass was meant to remain on the solid grounds, your Highness. Not in the skies."

"As you wish, Ser Harrold..." you chuckle out loudly.

"Your horse and guards are awaiting you inside" Ser Harrold informs, handing over your helm. "Will Princess Rhaenyra be arriving back soon?"

"Of that, I am not sure" you reply, "you know how my sister gets when she is upon Syrax, she tends to lose track of time."

"When she does return, tell her that I have gone to visit with mother" you instruct him.

"As you wish, your Highness."

Smiling proudly at your reflection in the mirror, you carefully arranged your damp shoulder length hair so as to dry in fashionable curls, while your handmaiden secured the black armour-plated corset over the red and gold toned dress you had chosen.

There was a knock at the door and your lady-in-waiting then enters your sleeping area. "Your Uncle has come to visit, your Highness."

"Send him in" you reply.

"Ah, there she is, our very own 'Rebel Princess'..." Daemon remarks upon entering, "ready for battle, as always."

"Uncle!" you cry out in excitement, rushing forward to hug Daemon and he wraps his arms around you with a loud chuckle.

"You are looking beautiful as always, Visenya..." Daemon comments, placing a kiss to your forehead.

"Thank you, Uncle, but we both know that it is Rhaenyra that is the beautiful one" you remark with a faint smile.

"Nonsense" Daemon responds, "you my dear, are equally as beautiful. You have blossomed into an exquisite young lady. Do you know how many men I have threatened after having heard the things they want to do to you?"

It was true that you were no longer, 'Princess Dumpy', you had lost the childhood chubbiness after years of combat training and swordplay. Yet you still were not petite as Rhaenyra was, your arms were more toned; due to the training, and you had far more curves than she. You were what was referred to as, voluptuous, a big bust, wide hips and bottom.

Truthfully though, you were no longer envious of your twin. You were quite happy with being your own individual person from her, even cutting your hair and styling it into curls as to no longer be identical in fascial features.

Even so, you still felt that Rhaenyra was far more beautiful than you, regardless of what people would tell you.

"If you insist, Uncle" you remark with a soft chuckle. "To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?"

"I came to see how my beautiful niece was doing, and to give you the gift that I have brought for Rhaenyra and you" Daemon answers, pulling out a beautiful, jewelled necklace.

"It is quite lovely, Uncle..." you softly remarked as you eyed it carefully.

"Do not look so disappointed, Visenya..." Daemon snickers at your response. "I know that you are not one for such trinkets."

It was true, your jewellery consisted only of a ring with a black and red stone you wore on the index finger of your left hand, silver or gold crownlike headbands; with a single jewel that rested upon your hairline, and a gold necklace with a pendant of your family sigil.

"The necklace is for Rhaenyra" Daemon explains, "this is for you..."

In the palms of his hands rested a dagger sheathed in black steel. Taking it from him, a broad smile spreads across your face when unsheathing it.

"It is Valyrian steel" Daemon remarks, "I know how much you admire your father's. Now you have your own. I know you hate not being able to wear Dark Sister when having to act the proper lady, this should be able to compensate."

"Thank you, Uncle!" you cry out, wrapping your arms around his neck, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "I shall name it, the Dragon's Eye."

"A befitting name..." Daemon chuckles. "We are doing a raid later tonight. Shall you be joining us?"

You would occasionally join your Uncle and the City Watch on their nightly patrols, Daemon had even given you a gold cloak of your own, unofficially making you a member of the City Watch. Your parents hated it, yet they knew you were strong-willed, and would do as you pleased, regardless of what you were told. Therefore, you were only allowed to go on patrol if Daemon was accompanying you.

"I do not know why you are even asking. You should know what my answer is."

"Ever the Warrior Princess..." Daemon chuckles, nudging your chin with a finger. "I shall see you later tonight then."

You quietly entered into your mother's chambers, taking position beside Alicent while you listened to the conversation between your mother and sister.

"You and your sister... will lie in this bed soon enough Rhaenyra" your mother remarks to your sister. "This discomfort is how we serve the realm."

"I would rather serve as a knight, and ride to battle and glory" Rhaenyra stoically responds. You mother chuckles at her remark.

"We have royal wombs, you, your sister and I. A childbed is our battlefield. We must learn to face it with a stiff lip..."

You could not help but feel guilt at the look of displeasure upon your sister's face by the remark. There had been a time where you had felt the same as she, you had learnt to accept your fate though; a husband and children was what your near future would be.

It was this realization that was the reason behind you living life to the fullest while you still had your freedom. Rhaenyra, on the other hand had a far more difficult life than you, being the eldest meant being confined to what was expected of her being the elder child of the King.

Sometimes you wondered if she resented you for the freedom you were allowed.

"Now, take a bath... you stink of dragon."

You could not stop yourself from giggling out loudly at your mother's comment.

"I do not know why you are laughing" Rhaenyra turns to scowled at you, "you probably stink too..."

"Ah... but there you are wrong, Dear sister" you respond with a toothy grin. "I was wise enough to bathe before coming here."

Rhaenyra sticks her tongue out at you in rebuttal, causing your mother to softly chuckle out. "How long have you been standing there, you little minx?"

"Long enough..." you respond, stepping forward to press a kiss to her forehead.

"Good, then you heard everything I said to your sister, for it applies to you too."

"Yes, Mother..." you mutter, standing next to Rhaenyra and placing a hand upon her shoulder, gently squeezing it in support.

Part 3

[quasieli]

[ID copied from alt text: A digital drawing of a portrait of the Bryn family, characters in my D&D campaign. The family is made up of parents Ferris (he/him) and Delia (she/her), tween daughter Nerisya (she/they), and twin babies Owyn and Aymen (both he/him). Delia and her three kids are sat together on a couch, with Delia holding the two swaddled babies, while Ferris is stood behind the others. Ferris is a young, muscular, pale complexion human man with light brown hair pulled up in a small ponytail, as well as a short chin beard. He is wearing ceremonial armor that is in shades of gold and brown, with an orange heart gem at the center of the chest plate, along with a dark teal half cape, and dark green pants. He is smiling as he looks forward.

Sat on the far left of the couch is Nerisya, a young, thin, pale complexion Half Elf girl with bright red hair pulled up in high ponytails, each with a blue and gold crystal clip in them. She is wearing an orange dress with light blue accents and a pink flower necklace. She is smiling as she looks at her mom. Delia is a young, thin, pale complexion Elf woman with short bright red hair. She is wearing a brown and red dress, with her accessories all adorned with a similar light blue gem, excluding her wedding ring, which has an orange gem in a silver band. She is smiling as she looks towards the viewer. She is sat in three quarters profile, holding her swaddled sons close. Owyn and Aymen are twin pale complexion Half Elf babies with short red-brown hair. They are both resting with cute smiles on their faces. End description.]

Been thinking a lot about the family of one of my player's PC's and just thought itd be real cute to draw the happy family 💙🧡

[blogdemocratesjr]

Jeanne d’Arc by Antonin Mercié

Touch Gallery: Joan of Arc

The sculptures in this gallery have been carefully treated with a protective wax so that visitors may touch them.

—exhibitions, the art institute of chicago

Stone soldier, it's okay now. I've removed my rings, my watch, my bracelets.

I'm allowed, brave girl, to touch you here, where the mail covers your throat, your full neck, down your shoulders to here, where raised unlatchable buckles mock-fasten your plated armor.

Nothing peels from you.

Your skin gleams like the silver earrings you do not wear.

Above you, museum windows gleam October. Above you, high gold leaves flinch in the garden,

but the flat immovable leaves entwined in your hair to crown you go through what my fingers can't. I want you to have a mind I can turn in my hands.

You have a smooth and upturned chin, cold cheeks, unbruisable eyes, and hair as grooved as fig skin.

It's October, but it's not October behind your ears, which don't hint of dark birds moving overhead, or of the blush and canary leaves

emptying themselves in slow spasms into shallow hedgerows.

Still bride of your own armor, bride of your own blind eyes, this isn't an appeal.

If I could I would let your hair down and make your ears disappear.

Your head at my shoulder, my fingers on your lips—

as if the cool of your stone curls were the cool of an evening— as if you were about to eat salt from my hand.

Mary Szybist, "Touch Gallery: Joan of Arc" from Incarnadine

[missiiyn]

links to all 3 rings below!

[lamaisongaga]

        FASHION CREDITS: JAZZ & PIANO SHOW 3.0

Lady Gaga finally returned to Vegas to continue the final 12 jazz & piano residency shows, and brought out an entire new setlist and costumes! Make sure to check out the other looks here and here.

The fashion was put together by Tom Eerebout and Sandra Amador with assistance by Kayla Manjarrez and Gianni Catalina.

The show also came with a handful of new visuals, including this one of LG enjoying a round of poker while wearing a dress Marilyn Monroe herself would approve.

The red sequined plunging stunner with halterneck, column skirt and flower belt detail is from Rodarte's Fall/Winter 2020 collection ($1,827).

In the same visual, she wears this absolutely divine plush black velvet column dress with deep nude illusion mesh panel and rows of pearl necklaces from Russian designer Kamilla Purshie’s Spring/Summer 2024 collection.

Let's get to the show! A label I've been eyeing for some time ever since being loved by the likes of Taylor Swift and Kelly Rowland is Taipei-based Nicole + Felicia who whipped out this fun beaded fringe mini dress for their Bridal Fall/Winter 2020 collection that any showgirl would love.

She topped it off with a new Arturo Rios Faux Grass white feather showgirl headpiece 

Dita von Teese, if you please!

The Always Love You crystal-embellished silver hoop dangle earrings ($396) are made by Laruicci...

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Laruicci “Always Love You” Earrings ($396.00)

…while the Jimmy Choo metallic silver Anouk stiletto pumps provided the finishing touches.

Lady Gaga then devoured in this custom Prabal Gurung rose gold sunburst pleated silk lamé gown with hand-embroidered crystals and ostrich feather-trimmed cape.

Both her Hyperbola rhodium-plated hoop earrings with crystals in different cuts ($600)...

...and matching Hyperbola open cuff are created by Swarovski.

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Swarovski "Hyperbola" Earrings ($600.00)

The look was perfectly accentuated with these Christian Louboutin So Kate pumps coated in pink satin!

This was one of the, if not THE look most of you have been flooding my message inbox about.

LG stunned the Vegas crowd (and us) wearing a custom couture Rose Blossom metallic plissé gown by recently-gone-viral designer Robert Wun, whose been part of her wardrobe since 2013!

The silver-tone mixed crystal flower linear drop earrings are by I.N.C. International Concepts exclusively sold at Macy's.

The perfect shoe to complete the red looks of the show are by Christian Louboutin, who created the super fun Hot Chick Psychic metallic red leather slingback pumps ($852).

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Christian Louboutin "Hot Chick Psychic" Pumps ($852.00)

Another fun Robert Wun moment was this full look based on his Spring/Summer 2023 Haute Couture collection which went viral!

Signature peplum corset top in a bonded white satin, enhanced with silk taffeta ruching detail on the bust and lace-up back with matching large stole. Paired with a low-waist technical wool skirt with asymmetrical slit pleating details in anthracite.

Styled with a black & white 3D-printed headpiece with stripped coque feathers and long black gloves.

Hot, hotter, GAGA! Our girl twirled around the stage rocking a custom Garo Sparo fiery red showgirl beaded fringe bodysuit dress with hand-stoned crystal pattern and asymmetrical hem, inspired by old Bob Mackie pieces!

If you look closer, you can see that inbetween her fingers shines the Swarovski Hyperbola cocktail ring ($400).

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Swarovski "Hyperbola" Ring ($400.00)

Hell-o! Gaga brought out the best of Vegas' spirit appropriately decked out in the master of sexy dresswear: Zuhair Murad. And yes, this is the first time!

LG selected a sparkly fringe number fully embroidered in gold sequins and crystals of various sizes from the Lebanese designer's Fall/Winter 2022 Haute Couture collection, inspired by mystical arts, from Tarot and astrology to horoscopes and palmistry, to dispel the concerns of an unsettled age through the allure of their symbols.

She wore this augmented plummet shawl on stage, which was custom-made for her by Christian Cowan!

"Each ostrich feather plume was individually hand dyed to the warm tone of her exact Haus Labs shade of foundation, and curled to achieve a more dimensional effect before being embroidered individually by hand to a crinoline base also custom dyed to be her exact warm tone- all done in-house by our New York Atelier"

One of Gaga's most stunning Vegas-worn headpieces to date is another one-off-one bespoke Arturo Rios! This time: gold lamé leather orchid bouquet with large crystals peeking out between the leaves and buds.

She finished off with her previously-worn Jimmy Choo Anouk metallic gold pointed-toe pumps!

The finale look of the show sees Gaga wearing a bespoke Topo Studio NY plush black silk velvet gown with attached tails to the wrists, embroidered with over 400 cosmic crystals.

The fun feather headpiece with crystallized cap was custom-made for her by Binata Millinery.

For this look she wore Jimmy Choo's Romy black patent leather pointed-toe pumps.

[sunbadger]

Dalia Bauer - doomed by fate

"I’m not sure I'd want to start a family, but I can’t help but wonder what it’d be like. Or, more realistically - just to see the world next year."

The promising candidate who would later be sacrificed to pass her power down to Bertholdt.

A young girl with an absent father and a mother sentenced to Paradis, holding no hope of survival without the role of a warrior. A spreading infection in her mother’s leg and lack of funds led them to the streets, where necessities were scarce. Their only consistent supply of food came from abandoned plates in restaurants, the garbage outside, and rare gifts from passersby. A bad habit, partly led by greed, partly led by desperation, led them to a life of thievery. The young girl became a con artist and a thief, granting herself some coins, luxuries and jewelry from unsuspecting crowds.

It was no surprise when her mother was arrested, followed shortly by herself. They had gotten just a little too greedy, a little too desperate, and stolen more and more accessories of gold and silver. For a few weeks before the arrest, her mother was able to afford new rags and fresh food, and even made them feel pretty with rings on their fingers and necklaces hanging down their collarbones. For a short while, the young girl was treated to a taste of freedom - one which she would never forget.

Dalia never saw her mother be turned into a titan. An older man dressed in uniform had stopped her as she waited in line to be transported to the outer wall. He was rough with her, and both Dalia and her mother were screaming to give her back, but once she had calmed down, he dropped her off at the military training facility. Like a disposable doll, she was thrown to the ground, dirtying the clothes her mother had gotten for her. She was not very talkative, and refused to speak to the general - but the cop must have put in a good word for her, or perhaps provided an ultimatum. Since she was so young, she would be easy to train for the new warrior program, and if it didn’t work out, there was no such thing as too many suicide bombers. Since she lacked both the strength and the motivation to fight back, the choice was simple. The general took her in and told her to show him what she was capable of. 

Looking back, Dalia believes that cop was attempting to save her life - and like the survivor she is, she took the chance. She never had much worth fighting for other than the, perhaps egotistical, desire to stay alive. It rarely crossed her mind that she was training to take the lives of other beings. Her eyes were constantly focused on what was ahead, whether it was the track she had to run or the targets she had to shoot, the ceremony granting her the Colossal, and the fields she had to burn. When she transformed, the grass turned black, falling trees turned to ashes, and the ground warped under her feet. Entire ecosystems being destroyed meant that a roof, a warm dinner and a soft bed were awaiting her return. It was horrifying - but also so beautiful.

Next time I will write more about her life as a warrior and what led to her death, as well as the AU where she survives and goes on to infiltrate the walls. This is a draft so nothing is really final. Her character has some inconsistencies and things that could be improved upon which i'll think about. (but this is mainly just for fun, of course). In the future I'll consider writing a fanfiction featuring her.

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