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violettduchess · 5 months

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A/N: It's been a long haul but it's finally done! Thank you to @lorei-writes for all the encouragement and advice and for helping me take a step into an area of fanfic I never really considered exploring before!

OC Captain Leyla Quinn x Silvio Ricci

Their first meeting

WC: 4k

The sight of sunlight glistening off the waters of the bay never fails to bring Leyla a sense of calm. The brightness dancing along the wavering surface feels like it echoes through her bones, steadying and strengthening her, as real and solid as the wooden dock beneath her boots or the hand that suddenly clamps down on her shoulder.

What the….

With a sharp intake of air, she turns to find Kai, her trusted Quartermaster, has joined her on the pier. The sunlight winks off his bald head and the gold hoop in his ear. Leyla isn’t a short woman but next to Kai, anyone would feel small. He reminds her of the giant Oak trees found in the forests of his native Obsidian: tall, broad, imposing. He gestures with one muscular arm and the orange kraken tattooed from wrist to elbow undulates with the movement.

“Shipwright says repairs will be done by tomorrow.”

Siren’s Call, her ship, took some minor damage before reaching the Tourmaline port thanks to a particularly nasty storm that harrowed them on the last day of their journey. She knew the damage was minimal but keeping the ship in tip-top shape was one of Leyla’s biggest concerns. She had seen firsthand what could happen when a captain became lackadaisical with the care of their ship and when she had become Siren’s Call’s owner, she vowed to never be so complacent.

She shifts her sky-blue gaze over to where the ship is docked. Several figures can be seen scurrying around the deck. She recognizes several members of her crew and grins slowly when she notices Amani, her boatswain, is among them.

“Amani's got a handle on things, I’m sure.” Fiery Amani from the mystical land of Tanzanite with her explosion of lilac curls and stormy gray eyes sometimes scares Leyla with how well she knows Siren’s Call, almost as if she and the ship share a mind and a soul. She wouldn’t let them get away with so much as an off-center nail.

Kai’s laughter greets her ears like a roll of jolly thunder. “She’s probably the reason they’re almost done, the little terror.”

“Captain Quinn!”

Leyla and Kai both turn at the same time to see a grizzled man with a thick white beard and skin like aged leather approaching, his arms held out wide in jubilant greeting.

“Rumford, you old pirate!” Leyla’s voice is warm with affection as she claps the old man on the back heartily. Kai’s large hand grips his arm in greeting, his smile also welcoming.

The older man’s green eyes twinkle like sea glass as he nods towards the docks. “Ship’s lookin’ good, Captain. I heard ‘bout your troubles with the storm but it seems Lady Luck still favors ya.”

Leyla throws the dark waves of her hair over her shoulder as she glances at her ship and then back to Rumford who is now leaning against one of the nearby wooden pillars.

“Ah, but that's less to do with luck and more to do with the skill of my crew.” Her voice swells with pride. Her crew is her family and it's obvious to anyone who speaks to her how fiercely she treasures them.

Rumford scratches at the edges of his worn blue bandana, shrugging one bony shoulder. “Fair enough, lass, fair enough. Lord knows ya got one of the best…” He pauses, eyes bright as he remembers something and he motions for her and Kai to come closer. “I do have a bit of interestin’ news for ya both.”

Kai can never resist gossip and immediately moves a step closer. Leyla, a bit more skeptical, crosses her arms slowly and grins.

“Go on then, old timer.”

Rumford clears his throat. “The storm wasn’t the only thing makin’ waves around here." He lowers his voice conspiratorially. "The Red Queen herself was around these parts not several days ago.”

Leyla’s dark brows rise. “You don’t say.”

He nods sagely. “Aye. Ya see, a slave ship carryin’ cargo from the Peridot Islands was sunk not that far from here. One lone crew member survived and he was scared shitless. Claimed the ship moved silent as a ghost and the attack was so brutal it was over in a matter of seconds. All the captives disappeared. No other crew members survived.” Rumford’s voice is a loud, stage whisper. “Folks say that ship and her Captain are cursed but I say, they’re doin’ the angels work, takin’ out scum like that.” He punctuates his words by spitting on the dock.

He rambles on for a few more minutes before excusing himself with a hiccup and a wave. Leyla watches him amble back towards the ramshackle wooden buildings that make up the portside town.

“I told you one had gotten away.” Her voice is low as she watches Rumford’s frame grow smaller with distance.

Kai crosses his burly arms. “It was dark. He wouldn’t have seen much. Besides.” He turns, mouth tilting in a grin. “That’s what we wear the fancy red scarves for.”

She snorts, biting back a laugh. Kai hated the red silk scarves they all wore on the bottom halves of their faces when they were on The Crimson Scorn. He knew they had to protect their identities. Some of the ships they had taken down belonged to powerful people, black market merchants or corrupt government officials who would love to find the Red Queen and her crew and send them to a watery grave.

“We should be hearing from Morganite in a few days then.” The small country of Morganite was where they had sent those they freed. A contact was waiting for them there and would help relocate all those who had originally been heading for the torment of slavery.

Kai nods. “I’ll let you know the minute I do.” A seagull cuts a dark figure across the clear sky, its loud call directing their attention towards a ship in the distance, heading towards the port. Even from far away, every part of it screams wealth, from its many billowing white sails to the rich color of its wood.

Leyla squints and then shakes her head. Her disdain for the fancy ship radiates off her like heat waves and Kai laughs, patting his captain on the shoulder.

“C’mon. There’s a pint in The Loaded Cannon with your name on it.”

She watches the gaudy merchant ship for another moment, something uneasy fluttering in the pit of her stomach. A feeling that she can’t quite pinpoint. Like that ship is a harbinger of some kind. But of what....she doesn't know.

“Captain?” Kai is looking down at her with concern in his hazel eyes.

Leyla clears her throat, turning on the heel of her black boot.

“Let’s go. We got some celebrating to do.”

The Loaded Cannon isn’t much, but it has warm food, strong ale and good service which is more than one can say for many seaside taverns. As the sun sinks, painting the sky in dramatic pink and orange, Captain Leyla Quinn is squinting, one blue eye focused with blazing intensity on the crude chalk outline of a person against the far wall of the tavern. Those who are seated nearby or leaning against tables watch, slanted forward in anticipation but not daring to make a sound.

Right……there……

The small dagger leaves her hand, flying with a precision that belies the amount of drink she has consumed already. It strikes the wall right where the painted man’s heart would be with a loud thunk. The grizzled seafarers cheer, sloshing their ale as they raise their mugs in a toast. Leyla whoops with joy, throwing her arm up in celebration before reaching for her own tankard and taking a long, deep pull.

“And that’s how you do it, folks!” Her eyes shine as she sets down her mug, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and laughing at a joke one of the craggy patrons makes about never messing with Captain Quinn.

“You’re good."

A voice cuts through the crowd and she turns, her radiant exuberance slowly shifting from smile to frown as a stranger approaches. In the hush that falls over the tavern, she can hear the sound of his ornate clothing jangling before he even steps into the hazy orange light of the overhead lantern.

Even in the dim room his blue eyes gleam like molten sapphire.

“But I’m better.”

Heat swarms inside her veins, an immediate buzzing that has her straightening her shoulders, lifting her chin as he comes fully into view. He is staggeringly handsome with pale hair the color of moonlight and a face made to be sculpted in marble. His body is long and lean, lines that beg the eye to follow them. His lips are quirked in a smile painted in equal shades arrogance and confidence. A smile that has her suck in a breath and there it sticks, right in her chest, as she finds herself locked into that brilliant gaze.

She could drown in all that blue, sink into it like a wrecked ship into the hungry ocean, all without putting up a fight.

Attraction has unexpectedly roared like a beast unearthed, sinking its claws into her heart and stomach, driving heat across her skin.

But she is also very aware of her surroundings, of the many gazes jumping with bright interest between her and this tall stranger with golden jewelry that drinks in the ochre light.

Fighting the shocking tidal wave of sudden desire he has unleashed, she slips into a pose of casual interest, her head tilted as she regards him, hoping in the back of her mind that she has managed to look mildly intrigued.

“Aren’t we sure of ourselves,” she says loudly, lifting her mug of ale and taking a sip, grateful for the cool rush of liquid. Her eyes never leave the stranger and he seems amused, head cocked to one side, waiting to see what she’ll do.

She sets down her tankard, turning to face him fully. “You have a very loud bark, sea dog. And it’s my experience that dogs that yap the loudest are the least dangerous.”

A collective chuckle rolls through the patrons as they continue watching the exchange. It gives Leyla a boost of confidence as she winks at the sailor seated just to her right, a gesture of comradery and conspiracy.

The stranger grins slowly, placing a hand on his hip.

“Brave enough to make a bet of it, lady?”

Leyla scoffs. “I don’t make bets with strangers.”

He takes a step closer, looking at her as if she is the only person in the whole tavern.

“We ain't strangers. We’ve been talkin’ for at least a minute.”

“You can take him!”, one of the men calls from the back and the patrons all nod, yelling their support, some banging their mugs on the scarred wooden tables.

Leyla glances around, bolstered by the sight of so many supportive grins, then turns back to the pale-haired man. Alright then. This may be a way to temper some of the heat tornadoing through her. Focus that energy on competition.

“What’s your bet?”

He reaches up, rubbing his chin as if in thought. She can’t help but notice his hands. What a paradox they seem to be. He has the calloused palms of a sailor but with long, elegant fingers bedecked in a variety of expensive rings.

“One throw. Whoever gets closest to the center of the heart, wins. When I win….” There’s a pause as he allows himself the liberty of drinking in the sight of her, from her knee-high black boots to the ends of her wavy ebon hair. “.....you kiss me.”

The patrons in the tavern roar, some with protective annoyance, others with astounded delight. There are an equal number of “Now wait a minutes” mixed in with “He’s got guts, I tell ya.”

That tornado she was hoping to temper rips through her at the thought.

Goddamn it.

Leyla holds up her hand to quiet the room, ignoring the wild hammering of her heart and keeping her breathing as even as possible. However confident this man is, she knows her own skill with a dagger.

“And when I win….” She pauses, imitating the way he looked at her a moment before, then smiles slowly. “I get that fancy sword of yours.”

His hand automatically comes up the sword at his hip, to touch the beautiful gold hilt inlaid with elegant azure gemstones. She’s struck a nerve, picking something that obviously holds value to him. Their gazes meet and lock, like the antlers of stags locked in combat.

“It’s a bet.” His voice is light, easygoing but she notices the way his hand is still possessively wrapped around the hilt of his sword. “Ladies first.”

She reaches down, slipping her fingers into the inside of her boot and removes the dagger she has carried with her ever since her first journey across the sea. She has wielded it a thousand times, knows its heft, its dynamics, its length. She could throw it with her eyes bound and it would hit its mark.

The patrons hold their breath. Never has she experienced the tavern as quiet as it is now. She turns, facing the chalky outline of the man on the wooden wall.

The only sign of nervousness is the slight press of her lips, the thin line they form as she breathes in deeply.

Once.

Twice.

And then she throws. The dagger sails from her hand as sure and steady an arrow from Diana’s bow where it lands with a satisfying thunk right where the man’s heart would be. The tavern erupts into cheers and she feels a wave of pure relief wash over her as she steps aside, unable to keep from grinning.

There’s no way–

He moves with the litheness of a predator, elegance and unbelievable speed blending together in the extension of his arm as his jeweled dagger flies towards the outline. There is another thunk, followed by the hollow thud of Leyla’s dagger as it is dislodged from the wall and falls in a dramatic swoon to the dusty floorboards. In its place, the silver and sapphire dagger gleams victorious.

The tavern erupts again, this time louder than before. It sounds like one loud roar as patrons jump up, some cheering, some in shock, some even clapping this stranger in his elegant clothing on the shoulder.

Well, fuck.

He passes her, going to retrieve the daggers and she’s hit with the smell of sea salt and something else, something tangy and expensive. Her heart thunders in her chest as the crowd around her calls out teasing words and praise for them both.

The stranger flashes her a smile, all white teeth and triumph, as he holds out her dagger to her, hilt first.

“Told ya,” he says in a low, infuriatingly attractive whisper.

She takes the dagger from him with a loud exhale. She can’t help but notice the eager look on many of the patron’s faces. After all, she did agree to kiss him if she lost….

“Not here,” she snaps, turning on her boot heel and marching straight out of the tavern and into the cool night air. Losing has temporarily doused some of the heat his presence had ignited in her.

Maybe he won’t follow her.

He follows her.

And she has to admit to herself….she’s not sorry.

When she reaches her destination, he barks out a laugh. She’s literally marched across the street, stopping on the wooden portico of the boarding house directly across from the tavern. The raucous sounds of the patrons within The Loaded Cannon are still audible as they float along on the cool sea breeze.

“Too good for a room in the tavern?”

Now they are ostensibly alone, standing in the dim light of the single lantern hanging next to the wooden sign of the boarding house. She thought he was handsome before but now, up close and away from other people, his presence swallows everything else around her, as strong as the unyielding pull of the bright moon on the tide. Has she ever, ever been so immediately drawn to a person like this?

“I like my privacy.” The word hangs in the air between them, sparkling like a gemstone, smooth as silk.

He takes a step towards her and for the first time, she can see the effect she is having on him. His eyes are dark as the sea at midnight, his body radiating an electric tension as he draws closer to her.

So it's not just her. He feels it too.

“Ya lost, sea witch. Time to pay up.”

Something inside Leyla bursts.

Like a sea anemone opening its explosively bright body to the current.

Like cannon fire.

Like lust.

She reaches out, grabbing him by the wrist, feeling the softness of his white silk tunic under her palm and pulls him to her, stretching up to press her mouth to his.

Oh……

……..oh…….

………………fuck.

He tastes sweet as rose liquor and twice as potent. She wraps her arms around him, immediately wanting to get closer, drinking him in like he might disappear at any second as something ferocious is let loose. Something wild that winds itself around them. Something blistering. Something that feels like vague danger and crystal-clear want. Those long fingers are curling themselves into her black hair, wearing it like his golden rings. He pulls slightly to shift her head, giving him a better position to plunder the heat of her mouth, to swallow every gasp she makes. And when she groans, he yanks her even closer, like he can’t take it, and she swears she can feel his heart banging like drumfire in his chest.

A loud whistling breaks through the feverish haze and she sees several sailors grinning as they exit the tavern, having spotted them wrapped in each other’s arms.

“Fuck,” she murmurs as the rowdy, ale-drunk group continues with playful catcalls and whistles. Drawing a deep breath, she tilts her head to meet his gaze straight on. “Let’s go to my room.” She starts to reach for his hand but then stops. “I mean….if you want to.” Maybe he doesn’t want to go any further. She shouldn’t assume–

He grins and the sight of it has her heart resume beating at breakneck speed.

“If ya think my answer is gonna be anything except ‘yes, immediately’--” He’s cut off by her yanking him through the doors of the boarding house, hand now held confidently and very firmly in hers.

She kisses not with lips and tongue, but with fire.

Silvio didn’t see her when he walked into The Loaded Cannon. He heard her. A laugh that broke through the smoky din like a burst of sunlight through faded gray clouds. It immediately turned his head, diverting him from his mission to see what he could find out about the captain he would be meeting with tomorrow concerning his trip to Pyrite.

That laughter wound its way through the air, danced over the rumble of low voices, the drunken cheers, the mumbles until he found its source. She was standing, shoulders back, stance wide, wavy hair the color of a moonless midnight sky falling in waves past her shoulders, and a grin so cocky he felt his own lips curving upwards in response. She was jerking her thumb towards the wall where a dagger was embedded within the outline of a person, defying anyone to deny what skill a throw like that would take.

She wasn’t the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. There wasn’t any physical feature that stood out as extraordinary. And yet here he was, unable to tear his gaze away from her. He watched as she lifted her tankard, turning in a way that he got a good look at the pale blue of her eyes, the cloudless sky at midday, and he noticed the small black beauty mark at the corner of her left eye. His fingers curled with the sudden, inexplicable urge to touch it.

“And that’s how you do it, folks!” Her voice surprised him. Deeper than he expected, huskier than he would have imagined. He wanted to hear more.

And then he was on his feet, walking towards her.

“You’re good……but I’m better.”

And those five words lead him to this moment, right now. To this woman who has invaded every one of his senses with lightning speed, her fingers brazenly roaming through his hair as she leaves a trail of kisses across his bare shoulder like droplets of lava. A tornado of hunger tears its way through his body, tangling his veins and burning up any thoughts other than how much he wants her, this blue-eyed siren who smells like orange blossoms and feels like heaven under his palms.

Her name…..it doesn’t matter. Who needs something so unimportant? His mouth has other things to do. Like an unspoken agreement, neither one of them has said a word since stumbling into her room. The seconds are for tasting as much of the other as they can, as quickly as they can. They fall in tandem onto the bed, never letting go. Two people drowning and grasping each other as they sink down into the storm of need.

Has he ever been so lost, so completely immersed in another person like this? Has he ever felt so frantic from just a touch, a sigh?

And then she wraps her arms around his shoulders, her legs around his waist and there is room for nothing else in his mind. Just her. And he plans to enjoy every second he has, swimming in this tempestuous sea of lust and longing, until the dawn kisses the night and the sky turns pale with morning’s glow.

Leyla’s eyes open just as the last blush of peach is fading from the clouds and the sun continues its climb through the morning sky. Her body feels languid with the memory of the night, heavy with satisfaction. She stretches with a slow yawn, running a hand over the side of her neck and down the tender slope to her shoulder, an expanse of skin peppered with the rosy echoes of a stranger's passionate kisses. Her hips are marked by the strong grip of his nimble fingers. Ah, but it can't be just her. Oh, no. His body must carry the same evidence of their night together. She remembers well the feel of his muscular back under her fingernails, the softness of his earlobe between her teeth.

A shiver runs through her at the thought. One of the most memorable nights of her life and she doesn’t even know his name.

She turns towards the nightstand with the intention of checking the time on her pocket watch and freezes.

There, leaning against the wooden night table, is his sword. A parting gift. A thank you.

Her grin rivals the brightening sky.

“Had a good night, did you?” Kai glances at his captain as they head down the street towards the Merchant’s Guild, one of the better constructed and larger buildings in the entire town.

Leyla adjusts her fitted long coat. It is a deep royal blue and decorated with gold filigree, the one she always wears when she needs to make a strong impression. Her blouse is white and crisp and a black leather sword baldric is strapped across her body. And hanging at her side is the sword, its golden handle and sapphire stones winking cheerily in the sunlight.

“That is for me to know. And you to never ask about again.” But she knows he can read her like a seafarer can the stars. He notices the extra bounce in her step, the white silk scarf tied strategically around her neck, the small, secretive smile that hasn’t left her lips since he picked her up.

He laughs as they approach the building, the sound buoyant and warm.

“Alright, alright. Let’s focus on the task at hand then. Remind me who exactly set up this meeting?”

She pauses at the foot of the stairs that lead up to the wide, ornately carved double doors.

“An emissary from Benitoite has been sniffing around different port towns. Some prince is looking for a crew who knows these waters. Apparently he’s been searching for a captain willing to take him through Blackwater Strait. He’s got cargo that needs to be delivered to Pyrite.”

Kai nods in recollection, now remembering the first time she told him this story. “I only know one captain who is crazy enough to do that.”

They share a grin and Leyla adjusts the blue velvet tricorn hat on her head, fingers brushing against the elegant white feather it boasts. “Should be easy money.”

They walk in step with each other through the heavy double doors and are immediately met by a slender man with dark curls and glasses. He's dressed in the elegant clothing of a royal adjutant.

“Ahh Captain Quinn, right this way.” He glances at her and then up up up at Kai nervously before leading them down the hallway and through another set of doors that open into a large, airy meeting room.

Kai steps in confidently but for the second time that morning, Leyla freezes.

The man waiting by the window, the one dressed in ornate finery, absurdly trimmed with white and black fur. The one whose golden jewelry jangles as he turns to face them. The one with pale hair the color of moonlight and a face made to be sculpted in marble.

“Prince Silvio of Benitoite,” the aide says formally.

It can’t be……

He’s the prince?

“Captain Leyla Quinn, of the Siren’s Call.”

Silvio’s shocked expression is a mirror of her own.

She’s the captain?

The same word leaves both their lips, at the same time.

“Fuck.”

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tiredwitchplant · 11 months

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Everything You Need to Know About Crystals: Chrysoprase

The Stone of Venus

Requested by @acovenoftwo

Chemical Formula: SiO2

Color: Apple green, lemon

Rarity: Easy to obtain as a tumble stone, finer quality is expensive

Hardiness: 7

Type: Chalcedony

Chakra Association: Heart and Solar Plexus

Deities: Venus

Birthstone: May

Astrological Signs: Gemini, Taurus

Element: Water

Planet: Mercury

Origin: Formerly Poland, Now Australia, Brazil, Madagascar, Russia, Tanzania, USA

Powers: Encouraging development, Compassion, Tolerance, Growth, Forgiveness, Connection to Nature

Crystals It Works Well With: Mountain “jade”, Tourmaline, Smokey Quartz

How It is Created: Chrysoprase is a type of chalcedony quartz with a microcrystalline structure. Its color comes from nickel deposits, and it can be found in pale shades through to brighter green. Raw pieces have a granular appearance, similar to pieces of coconut, and a waxy sheen when polished.

History: Chrysoprase, called Stone of Venus because in antiquity it represented the goddess of divine love, the famous Venus, is a magnificent apple-green nickeliferous chalcedony belonging to the family of microcrystalline quartz. The ancient Egyptians also used chrysoprase for practical purposes such as sealing letters, but they would also wear pendants, amulets and other jewelry made of chrysoprase. For hundreds of years, the only major source of chrysoprase was a region of southwestern Poland between the Czech Republic and Germany, formerly known as Lower Silesia. This area has a complex geology and is extremely rich in all kinds of mineral deposits, including gold, silver, serpentine, quartz, marble, granite, alabaster—and chrysoprase. Stone artifacts from as far back as the Iron Age show the long history of Silesian carving and masonry. In the eighteenth century, Frederick II, King of Prussia (now part of Germany), conquered Lower Silesia. In particular, he wanted its deposits of green chrysoprase, which he used to decorate the halls of his favorite palace at Potsdam near Berlin.

What It Can Do:

Known as the healer of the heart space and helps connect you with infinite supply of compassion and love

Supports cardiac health and provides a centered peace

Helps people suffering from melancholy and manifests optimism and joy

Can be placed by homegrown herbs and vegetables to boost production

Perfect to artist as it increases creativity and talent

Encourages fidelity, forgiveness, compassion, and nonjudgmental thinking in relationships, while banishing greed and selfishness

Helps with inducing deep meditative states and promotes the love of truth

Calming and nonegotistical, creating openness in new situations

Stimulates fluent speech and mental dexterity, preventing you from speaking out unthinkingly in anger

Lifts oppressive and recurrent images, preventing nightmares, especially in children

Is said to detoxify heavy metals in one’s body and stimulate liver function

Is said to enhance fertility, reverse effects of infertility that are caused by infection and guard against STIs

Increases the absorption of Vitamin C

How to Get the Best Out Of: Wear as a necklace, bracelet, earrings or even use it in an elixir. Carrying chrysoprase for long periods attunes to the devic realm, a band of frequency found present on Earth which can connect you to nature and the planet directly

How to Cleanse and Charge: Can be cleansed briefly under running water then recharged overnight among a host of rock crystals for a few weeks. Cleanse during a rain shower for optimized cleansing,

Crystal Grid:

Healing for Children (Nightmares)

Shape: Fruit of Life

• 6 “issue” or calming stones

• 4 grounding crystals

• 2 light-bringing crystals

1. Hold your crystals in your hands and state your intention for the grid.

2. Lay the central keystone to represent your child.

3. Lay six crystals around the keystone to assist with the challenge or issue. (These crystalscan either represent a single issue, or different ones—whichever feels best to you. However,it may be more effective to address separate issues by laying individual grids.)

4. Lay four grounding crystals to anchor the grid at each corner of the “square.”

5. Lay a light-bringing crystal at the top and bottom.

6. Leave in place until the issue or issues have been resolved, remembering to cleanse thegrid regularly.

Crystals to use: Chrysoprase, Amethyst, Prehnite, Bloodstone

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queengiuliettafirstlady · 4 months

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Ikemen Sengoku OC Juliet

Ikemen Sengoku Original Character

Name : Juliet

Pairing : Kennyo

Background : She was born and raised in a scottish family of antique dealers in Corsica, moved to Scotland, but one day during a raging storm her whole house got caught in the tornado and swirled back in time ending up in Siberia whereas she got lost in the wind and fell in Japan.

She and Mai fell on the same place and are thus taken both as lucky charms from Nobunaga but whereas Mai manage to earn the trust of the other retainers, Juliet resemblance to Kicho and Westerner habit did nothing but make her stand out amidst everyone arising the suspicion to be a spy of his.

In this mess she still managed to befriend someone and grow fond of a certain fallen monk that treated her, despite his gruff exterior, with kindness.

Personality : She is bubbly, warm, friendly, a girl who thrives in making other people laugh, desiring nothing more than to make them at ease with her.

She flaunts confidence, even when she feels anything but, doing her best to support and compliment people's talents’, despite not seeing her own, deep down she deals with a lot of insecurities about her worth and beauty but never shows them to anyone.

She is extremely wary of getting close with people, for this she prefers to play the role of the entertainer, to listen rather than to talk revealing but few things about herself.

Kind at heart she does her best to help everyone around, but could get extremely upset if someone will turn down not so politely her help, resigned as she is to being friendless she didn’t get her hopes up for anyone but find comfort in talking with some of the retainers that befriended her.

She loves to read and culture herself in subjects she has an interest in, like history and fashion history along with legends and folklore, she is also open to discover new cultures and religions as much as she could.

She hates mockery of any kind, having been the object of such, and thus will stand up for anyone who is teased, she is honest and loyal and once gained her trust, hardship on its own, it's hard to get on her bad side, she prefers to ignore all together the kind of people she hates.

Hates : Ignorance, Bigotry, Arrogance, Snobbishness, Injustice, Hypocrisy, Shallowness

Likes : Kindness, Animals, especially cats, Books, Arts

Ethnicity : Scottish from french ancestry

Race : Caucasian

Languages : English, French, Japanese (imbues in her through the time travel wrap)

Hobby : Reading, especially romance novels, Writing, Cooking, Playing with animals

Favourite food : Sweets, Strawberries, Raspberries, Chocolate

Note : She dislike eating in public and if she had to do so she will eat the lesser she could, eat to her heart’s content only when alone or in company of people she has trust in

Favorite drink: Fruity teas or water

Friends : Ranmaru Mitsunari Masamune Yoshimoto Shingen Kicho

Not Friends : Keiji Motonari

Love Language : Touches and quality time.

Appearance : She has a fair complexion, wavy black hair of medium height, with left side tuft on her forehead, and some ringlets that fall on her shoulders.

Her eyes are tourmaline green, a little upward nose and rosy lips.

She is of short stature, busty with an hourglass figure, she likes to valorise with her dresses back in her homeland, now she is in Japan she is frustrated at the clothes she had to wear.

Style : She didn’t use hairclips of any sort leaving her hair loose around her shoulder, except for one, a gift from Kennyo, that she wore on special occasions where she gives out of her way to do her makeup and paint her lips rouge.

Clothes : Her kimono of choice is usually in bold, darker colours, like greens or reds, and decorated with flowery themes of similar shades, worn with a pair of chandelier golden earrings.

Western habits : She refuses to straighten her wavy hair, as some maids suggested, and brings her boucles with pride, all the while wearing her old undergarments, and some new ones exactly like the ones Mai sewed for her, under her kimono.

Undergarments such as drawers, regency corset and chemise, along knee long white socks tied with a ribbon and dark ballerinas.

She prefers to sit on a chair but if forced to sit on cushions she will cross her legs rather than curl them underneath her.

She sometimes cooks for herself recreating familiar flavours the best she could with the ingredients available.

Company : She bonds with Masamune over cooking, he is the only one brave enough to eat what she has cooked for him along with Mitsunari, receiving compliments for it.

She loves helping out Mitsunari, reordering the books or even talking with Ranmaru.

Even though she is wary of the city at first she likes from time to time to go strolling during errands eager to meet Yoshimoto and learn more about arts.

The person though she can’t help but desire to meet each time she wander into town is Kennyo, his gruff exterior and sometimes harsh words can’t conceal his kind heart from her prying eyes and before they knew they grew quite fond of spending time together, be it strolling through the forest or leisurely chatting over a piping hot tea and a warm meal.

Relationship chart

Tagging some mutuals that may be interested in seeing it hope not to bother 🙈👉👈

@itsmyara @bicayaya @kissmetwicekissmedeadly @lordsisterxotome @aquagirl1978 @violettduchess @natimiles @nightghoul381 @dragon-liquorice @candied-boys

#my writing #ikemen sengoku #ikemen sengoku juliet original character #ikemen sengoku kennyo #ikesen kennyo #ikesen

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aquatic-illusion · 5 months

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The Gem and Rock show was a success! Not only did I find what I was looking for, but I also got a few gifts, as well! There was a fascinating piece of opalized wood being displayed. I would've loved to have such a specimen, but unfortunately for me, it wasn't for sale.

A very nice piece of rough opal. While I can hardly discount the beauty of a well-polished stone, I personally do prefer rough specimens when it comes to opals in particular. It gives them character, and in my opinion, enhances the natural beauty of the stone. And at a wonderful price, as well!

I also bought a pretty little gem of tourmaline. It's a nice green, and I think it would set nicely in gold. A classic rectangular cut. There were other cuts available, but I was taken with the color of this one.

For gifts, I bought my mother a new set of earrings, also with opals, and a fossilized Rapidash bone. It isn't much, but I hope she'll be happy with them come Mother's Day.

I also bought a rather large Omastar fossil for Brawly. He's fond of Helix fossils, and they do make such pretty decorations! It's been a while since I've had the chance to visit him for non-league related occasions, so I suppose this is my way of apology.

For my dear Wallace, I acquired an incredibly well-preserved Milotic skull. As, clearly, Opal is the winner of the day, it makes sense that it's been preserved in opal. While most of it is common opal (Meaning no play-of-color, what opal is so well-known for), there are parts of it that display that beautiful iridescent sheen. I'm quite pleased with my find.

Overall, it was an incredibly successful trip, and I enjoyed myself immensely.

#steven posts #pokemon irl #pokeblog rp #pokeblogging #// Forget kid in a candy shop #// We have Steven at a rock show

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the-jewel-catalogue · 2 months

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Kate + Wimbledon 16/?

Duchess of Cambridge - 2021

Layered two gold necklaces by Spells of Love and Daniella Draper

Simone Rocha Faux Pearl Curb-Chain Earrings

Kate + Wimbledon 17/?

Duchess of Cambridge - 2021

a bangle by Halcyon Day

a pair of Green Tourmaline and Green Amethyst Diamond Earrings by her favourite jeweller, Kiki McDonough.

Kate + Wimbledon 18/?

Duchess of Cambridge - 2021

Mappin & Webb Empress Earrings,

#princess of wales #british royal family #thejewelcatalogue #misc #occasion;wimbledon

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megamanrecut · 9 months

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And here's the consolidated list (mostly?) All from Diamond in the Rough, character notes below cut (not in same order as pics)

Considered a few different systems for assigning gems (gemstone family, value, etc.) but ultimately just went with color/relative familiarity of gem. There’s so many cool gems out there~ (I was trying to not be too repetitive with types/use more common ones though Quartz has a million interesting varieties!)

Mega Man, Blue Sapphire Sphere I wavered a lot on his ‘trinket’, Sapphire seemed obvious (especially with Proto being a ruby, both are corundum gemstones) but also considered blue diamond, alexandrite (blue/purple color shift), and aquamarine. For the jewelry, was also considering an atomic model (for chemistry?), a screwdriver, and slightly regretting not considering circlet

Roll, Amethyst Earring: primarily always wanted amethyst, but also considered heliodor, padparadscha sapphire (but it wasn’t quite the right color? and perhaps too obscure), tanzanite, morganite, zoisite, kunsite, iolite, (purple gems etc.) For shape, was considering spikes/fangs though that’s also Treble and Punk’s lol

Bass, Emerald Snake Arm Cuff: loosely based on a real arm cuff I saw in a book. Also considered black diamond, green diamond (he’s the titular ‘diamond in the rough’), and black opal

Proto Man, Ruby Aviator Badge: I went with ruby in the end, which seemed most obvious choice, but also considered red diamond and bixbite (red beryl)

Elec Man, Black Opal Ring: Also considered chatoyant Sapphire, Alexandrite (??? color shift?), chrysoberyl, angelite/anhydrite, and even hawkeye quartz (loosely inspired by a real hawkeye ‘lightning’ ring, before that I was thinking cufflinks, but seemed weird for him to become either a pair of gems, or even a single cufflink lol)

Jewel Man, Colorless Beryl (Goshenite) Monocle - also considered rock crystal, diamond, and Padparadscha sapphire. Apparently both beryl and rock crystal were historically used for eyeglasses. Monocle is a reference to gentleman thief archtypes, also they are just fancy. (Also I realized while drawing this that having a plique a jour monocle chain is probably super impractical, oh well lol)

Top Man, Imperial Topaz Pendant in a Jeweled Egg - also considered alexandrite and spinel (for the pun, heh) and spessertite

Kalinka/Mega Girl, Rose Quartz Blossom Barrette: Pink :) though I considered other lesser known (but more valuable) pink gems

Quint, Alexandrite Wristwatch: Quint is a time traveler (of sorts), also considered model armillary sphere/astrolabe, a screwdriver, and jade or malachite or nanocrystal

Wily, Agate Cameo Belt Buckle: Loosely inspired by his skull belt in some of his game art, also considered amythist

Dr. Light, Alabaster bead on a bookmark tassel: Dr. Light likes books! Was also considering rock crystal and goshenite

Ring Man, Zircon Hoop Bracelet: Reference to both his namesake and his carney background. Was also considering class ring (before assigning the ring to Elec Man) and a circlet. ‘Zircon’ just sounds circusy, must be the Z

Magnet Man, Garnet Horseshoe Amulet: garnets are apparently magnetic, also considered fridge magnet

Cut Man, Citrine Paperknife: for obvious reasons. I also considered topaz for the gem

Guts Man, Tourmaline Paperweight: funny/fitting pairing with the paper knife, the shape is in reference to the boulder he holds in game art (for a brief week, was a rock crystal until I realized those are clear lol smokey quartz would have made more sense)

Punk, Spinel Motorcycle Chain: ‘Spinel’ may be a derivative from Latin ’spina’ which means thorn

Rush, Labradorite Bone Collar Tag: Went for the pun!

Treble, Howlite Fang: and ditto for Treble

Others that weren’t in chapter (this list has no significance what-so-ever, I brainstormed a list of gems but also ‘trinkets’ and my brain just started associating lol)

Beat, Aquamarine Aigrette: Beat actually avoided transformation, but that’s what he would have been

Gyro Man: Mood Ring

Dr. Cossack: Selenite something or other

Dark Man: D20

Time Man: a pocket watch

Enker: Chess piece

Metal Man: A knife

Shadow Man: Also a knife, maybe jade

Yamato Man: Natsuke

Burner Man: Match Box

Fake Man: phenakite, derived from greek word for deceiver

Magic Man: Card Case

Needle Man: Rutilated quartz (it has needle-like inclusions)

Pharaoh Man: Scarab collar pin/cloak clasp

Star Man: Star Saphire?

And that's it from the notes, haha.

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waywardsou2 · 2 months

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OC Maker (Number 1)

Species (Month you were born)

Jan - Human

Feb - Alien

Mar – Dragon born

Apr - Naga

May - Warewolf

Jun - Zombie

Jul - Angel

Aug - Demon

Sep - Elf

Oct - Faries

Nov - Vampire

Dec - Mermaid

Skin Colour (birthstone)

Garnet – White

Amethyst – Beige

Aquamrine – Tan

Diamond – Chocolate

Emerald – Cocoa

Moonstone – Peach

Ruby – Olive

Peridot – Chestnut

Sapphire - Red

Tourmaline – Green

Citrine – Grey

Blue Topaz - Blue

Hair (age)

10 – 15 – Straight

16 – 20 - Curly

21 – 25 - Wavy

26 – 30 - Ringettes

Hair colour (number of siblings)

1 – Brown

2 – Orange

3 – Black

4 – Blonde

5+ - Coloured

Eyes (favourite genre of music)

Rock – Black Sclara

Pop – Green or Blue

R&B – Pink or Purple

Indie - White or Black

Metal – No iris

Country – Brown or Amber

Accessories (year you were born)

2000 – 2005 - Glasses

2006 – 2010 - Piercings

2011 – 2015 - Tattoos

2016 – 2020 - Freackles

Appendages (sexuality/gender)

Straight – Tail

Cis – Elf ears (if your character isn’t an elf)

Trans – Horns

Gay (mlm) – Wings

Lesbian – Extra arms

Bisexual – Extra legs

Aro/Ace – Extra eyes

Clothing (pet you have)

Dog - Goth

Cat – Goblincore

Rat - Punk

Lizard – Pastel Goth

Turtle - Royal

None – Whimsical

[Reblog with your art work!!]

#art #oc maker #oc character #drawing #characters #character art #my art #oc #oc art #ocs #my ocs #original character #artists on tumblr #my oc maker

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synajewel · 1 year

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Cosmic Earrings

Elevate your style with our exquisite Cosmic Earrings. Our collection at SYNAJEWELS offers a variety of unique and mesmerizing designs that capture the essence of the cosmos. Crafted with high-quality materials, our Cosmic Earrings are the perfect statement piece for any occasion. Shop now and add a touch of magic to your wardrobe.

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gemville · 5 months

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Rose Gold, Titanium, Green Tourmaline, Tanzanite and Diamond Giardini Verticali Earrings by Pomellato

Source: thejewelleryeditor.com

#pomellato #rose gold #titanium #green tourmaline #diamond #tanzanite #multi gem earrings #multi gem jewelry #colored gemstone #luxury jewelry #fine jewelry #high jewelry

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mfred · 2 months

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Welp, I've spent a lot of money in July and it's barely half over. Yes, I am the problem. But let's talk about fun stuff!

What I bought:

Two dresses, one in yellow daffodils (on sale) and the other in blue with multi-colored flowers, and one pair of FROG PRINT pajamas from Lesley Evers. Frog print!!

One green check dress and one purple tunic sweater from Gudrun Sjödén, on sale.

Two short sleeve shirts from Peau de Loup, one cherry print and one with koi fish. They are masc style for femme and non-binary bodies, size inclusive, and upcycled fabric. On sale.

Two hats: one straw fedora because I look so fucking cute in it and one cotton bucket hat for the beach. Sun protection is important.

Two pairs of platform flip flops from Reef, because they were on sale and I couldn't pick between the colors.

Bananas foster nut butter and peach bourbon jam from Big Spoon Roasters. If you enjoy interesting flavored nut butters, Big Spoon Roaster is the way to go. I highly recommend the vanilla caramel and the pistachio.

Two bras, on sale, and I had points to spend. Mid-range busty gals (up to an F/DDD), go to Evelyn & Bobbie for wirefree bras.

Three baguette rings (pink tourmaline, aquamarine, and crystal) from Caitlyn Minimalist. Again, couldn't choose between the colors.

A cat toy for the little monsters who live rent free in my home. They probably won't play with it.

Books. It was buy 2, get 1 free or buy 4, get 2 free. You know I went for 4.

Mooncat nail polish. Three colors from their Powerpuff Girls collection, one thermal, and one gold flake topper.

An orange chair from Wayfair that matches my cat. Not on purpose, but a happy coincedence.

An automatic espresso machine that does everything. It makes delicious coffee! I know because my dad has one and I loved it and when I saw it was on sale for Prime Day, I had to have it.

New wireless earbuds from Jabra that some running magazine swears stay in your ear, on sale for Prime Day. My Google ear buds are always falling out of my ears when I talk, chew, walk, tilt my head, etc.

Me looking at my credit card statement in August:

#true story #shopping #gudrun Sjödén #lesley every #Peau de loup #Mooncat

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pocket-luv101 · 3 months

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Have We Met Before? // Chapter 1

Fandom: Genshin Impact Ship: CynoNari

Summary: In ancient times, Hermanubis’s priests and warriors worked together to suppress Forbidden Knowledge. Among the Tighnarians, one stood out. Cyno decides to investigate Tighnari and whether he could be a spy for Gurabad. (CynoNari, Reincarnated Soulmates AU)

(Ch.1) //

In Tulaytulah, the City of Sapphire, a verdant tourmaline caught Cyno’s eyes. He sat in the stands and his eyes followed Tighnari across the amphitheater. He stood out among his fellow fox hybrids in the Tighnarians. His fur was a rich green rather than the golden hue of a desert fox. He carried a tall stack of books in his arms yet they remained perfectly balanced as he weaved through the crowd. He had the pose of a warrior despite claiming to be a mere doctor.

Tighnari came to Tulaytulah only a few months ago yet everyone he passed happily waved to him. His growing popularity was due to how he helped the citizens with their research, no matter the topic. Could there be more though? There had been whispers of an eremite uprising after the fall of Gurabad. Tighnari could be a spy for a rogue group of mercenaries. His tall ears could be a disguise to gain their trust.

Cyno sensed a powerful presence descend towards him but he didn’t take his eyes off Tighnari. The ground trembled when Dehya landed beside him. Her expression was hidden beneath her lion mask but he could hear her teasing smile in her voice. She addressed him with the title that King Deshret gave him. “Has the wise Hermanubis decided that the desert is finally at peace and he should take a mate? You won’t look away from him to greet your old friend.”

“Last month, Tighnari came seeking shelter in exchange for his medical expertise. We already have doctors but we couldn’t turn him away. Since then, he has involved himself in the Temple’s record keeping and the farmer’s harvest. For him to take such interest in Tulaytulah’s infrastructure… He could be a spy or planning a coup. I should’ve been more prudent before inviting him into the temple. King Deshret left Tulaytulah in my care.” Cyno bit his lip. “What should I do, Shesepankh?”

“You’re too harsh on yourself.” Dehya gently placed her hand on his shoulder. Almost a century had passed since King Deshret sacrificed himself. Despite the time that passed, the loss still laid heavy on the heart of his seven sages. The weight was further exasperated by the duty left to them. To suppress the lingering Forbidden Knowledge, Rukkhadevata created seven towers. Each sage was tasked with maintaining a tower and fighting Forbidden Knowledge.

Tulaytulah was created from Nabu Malikata’s tears and was deemed the City of Sapphire. King Deshret cherished the kingdoms that his lost lover built. Cyno had never been in love before but he saw how deeply a single emotion ran through his king. As Hermanubis, he was the one to lay their king to rest. King Deshret held a flower and thought of her even in his last moments.

Cyno vowed to honour King Deshret’s final wish and protect Tulaytulah with his life. The city held memories of both King Deshret and Nabu Malikata.

“The Temple of Silence holds duels to welcome new members. Sparring with someone will help you learn more about them. You can challenge him to a duel.” Dehya suggested. “The least you can do is speak with Tighnari as yourself. No matter whether he’s truthful with you or not, you can judge his intention directly. You’re able to sense when someone lies to you.”

“Humans are more open with Shesepankh than Hermanubis. The lioness who fulfills King Deshret’s will is easier to approach than a god who follows death.” Cyno sighed. He never tried to change his reputation as a death god because it deterred humans from attacking Tulaytulah. Now, he worried that it made his own people fearful of him. How could he approach Tighnari without making him uncomfortable?

Dehya slipped off her mask and smiled down at him. “King Deshret gave me the title of Shesepankh but I still treasure the times when he called me Dehya.”

“You call me a Valuka Shuna but I am not a desert dog. I am a fox. While our ears are similar, it’s important to record things accurately.” Tighnari’s voice reached Cyno from across the empty courtyard. He scanned the garden from where he sat on the stone gate. He found that they were the only two present. Who could he be speaking to?

Tighnari sat on the ledge of the fountain and flipped open a book in front of him. Cyno caught a glimpse of a green creature rising out of the fountain to meet Tighnari’s hand. However, it returned to the water before he could see what it was. “Here is a picture of a jackal and this is a fox. Can you see the difference in the ear shape? Wait, don’t move too quickly, Arama. You’ll make the pages wet with how you’re splashing water everywhere.”

Was the creature a messenger animal from Old Gurabad and his suspicion of Tighnari were true? He leaned closer to the ledge and tried to see it better. Cyno couldn’t move from where he sat without alerting Tighnari that he was watching him. He slipped off his jackal mask and his eyes gleamed. The sand at his feet took the form of a scarab and became his eyes. With his alchemy, he could control the scarab to collect information on Tighnari.

He was focused on the fountain and he didn’t sense someone approaching him. A powerful force against his back made him lose his balance and he fell from his hiding place. Cyno cursed beneath his breath and tried to summon his spear to stop his fall. A fog clouded his mind and he couldn’t gather elemental energy into his hand.

He crashed into the ground and a dull pain ran through his body. Luckily, as a divine spirit, he was able to recover quicker than a human. He started to push himself to his feet and faced the person who pushed him from the wall. A panicked voice made him pause. “Are you okay? Don’t move while I check where you’re hurt. I’ll give you first aid and then find someone to help move you to the hospital.”

Tighnari knelt next to the man and he placed his hand on his shoulder to stop him from sitting up. A person who fell from such a tall height would inadvertently have broken bones and moving would worsen those wounds. With that thought, he tore the hem of his long robe to make a splint. He examined the man’s body and became confused when he found him unharmed. He lightly ran his finger over his toned arm and traced his muscles to search for broken bones.

“There’s no need to fret over me. I wouldn’t be hurt from something so trivial.” Cyno pushed his hand away and sat up. He turned away from him but Tighnari caught a glimpse of his reddening cheeks. He wondered if he was blushing due to embarrassment.

Tighnari’s attention was pulled away from him when his green companion jumped onto his lap. He quickly tried to push the Aranara back into its hiding spot in his tail. It became impossible to hide Arama when it yelled: “Why did you push the Nara, Aranakin? He has a pure heart. The Valuka Shuna said we can only use our ararakalari on bad Nara. Do you want to return to Vana?”

“I don’t like being here in Valuka. Sand is coarse and rough and irritating.” Aranakin argued and crossed its tiny arms. “You may sense a good heart from this Nara but I was him watching Tighnari! He must have bad intentions. I was protecting both of you.”

“What are you?” Cyno’s question made the two Aranara stiffen. Realizing that they had accidentally revealed themselves, they scurried to hide behind Tighnari. However, it was already pointless. Tighnari reached behind him and placed a light hand on their small head. He thought of how he should tell him about the Aranara. He could feel the suspicion in Cyno’s gaze.

“They’re not dangerous.” He quickly reassured him. He lifted Aranakin into his arms and then held him out to Cyno. Their adorable appearance was unlikely to dissuade him when they had attacked him “Aranakin, apologize to him. You’re here on behalf of Rukkhadevata and your action will reflect badly on her. Arama confirmed he has a pure heart and he’s wearing a Temple of Silence uniform. He’s…”

Tighnari’s voice trailed off and his eyes narrowed. He didn’t recognize the man. Though he moved to Tulaytulah only a month ago, he knew most of the priests. His friends didn’t mention a new priest joining the Order either. The Temple of Silence had a rite where new members would duel with Hermanubis to be accepted. The outcome of the fight was insignificant. Hermanubis claimed that he could determine a person’s character from a simple sparring.

“Who are you?” Tighnari asked. The man was a stranger yet a vague memory played on his mind. He couldn’t say that they met before. He was certain that he would remember someone with pure silver hair and striking red eyes. “Have we met before?”

Cyno could hear the suspicion beneath his question and became confused. Most would recognize Hermanubis immediately from his mask. He touched his cheek and realized that he wasn’t wearing his mask. He started to answer but then Dehya’s words echoed in his mind. Perhaps, this could be his opportunity to investigate Tighnari closer and learn his intention.

He quickly thought of a lie: “I am the priest, Cyno. I have been away from the Temple of Silence for years due to a pilgrimage. It seems like a lot has changed since I left. When did Lord Rukkhadevata send envoys to the City of Sapphire? The Temple of Silence has been able to maintain Forbidden Knowledge on our own. Is there a reason she sent them?”

“No, these two wandered into the desert by themselves. They got lost and eventually found me. They saved my life.” Tighnari curled his dark green tail around the two Aranara. Cyno could sense that there was more to their meeting but he didn’t push him to explain. “It’ll be difficult for Arama and Aranakin to travel back to the rainforest alone. So, I’m taking care of them. I told them to stay hidden. The ruling elite of the Eremites are distrustful of people from the rainforest.”

“But Lord Rukkhadevata was the one who helped restore our kingdom. She sacrificed so much for us. Has no one taught our own history to the people?” Cyno’s brows furrowed in confusion.

“A lot has changed during your pilgrimage away from Tulaytulah. I will tell you more while we walk to the infirmary. You don’t appear injured but I’ll feel better if I can give you a proper examination in my office. You fell ten feet.” Tighnari was still suspicious of how Cyno could survive the fall and Aranakin’s spell. For now, he was a patient and he would treat him.

Tighnari stood and held out his hand to help him stand. He took the opportunity to study him further and try to discern more about the stranger. Cyno had the uniform of the Temple of Silence yet he appeared far from a simple priest. He forgoed armour and wore the scars on his chest. What did his pilgrimage entail for him to return so battleworn?

“There’s no need to fret over me. I heal quickly.”

Tighnari rolled his eyes. He proceeded to examine his body and checked if he had a concussion. Cyno could’ve easily pulled away from him but he allowed him to continu. Sitting close to him, he could smell the rare scent of orange blossom in Tighnari’s fur.

“Why is everyone in the Temple of Silence so stubborn? A check up will only take five minutes and then you can return to your books.” Tighnari’s gaze shifted to the Temple of Silence that stood proudly above the palace. “Though, the ruling elite can be more diligent in their studies like you. The only knowledge valuable to them is what can expand their rule. Humans are fickle things.”

“The Temple of Silence has been preoccupied with Forbidden Knowledge. We entrusted the city’s governance to the nobles of Tulaytulah. They go to Hermanubis and his priests for guidance but they never mention a power struggle with the other kingdoms.”

“I work for both the Temple of Silence and the palace. I overhear a lot of conversations.” Tighnari was initially a record keeper for the Temple of Silence. Due to the lack of doctors in the desert, he also became the village’s healer. His two positions allowed him to watch each fraction within Tulaytulah. “The Temple of Silence is loyal to King Deshret but the kings wish to have a new era of rulership. Do you think they would voice those thoughts to the priests?”

“I have to report this to Hermanubis.” Cyno groaned to himself. The Temple of Silence was strong but they needed to focus on quelling Forbidden Knowledge. An internal struggle with the ruling class of Tulaytulah could stretch them thin and threaten to break them.

A warm touch against his cheek made him look up. Tighnari’s fingers moved through his hair. Their eyes met and Tighnari quickly dropped his hand back to his side. “Sorry, I wanted to check if you hit your head during the fall. It’s not swollen nor do you have a bump. You appear fine but I want to stay with you a little longer in case you have a concussion. If we’re going to spend the day together, may I ask you a question?”

Cyno nodded in answer. He assumed that his question would be simply about his pilgrimage. Then, Tighnari asked: “Have we met before? You feel familiar to me even though we’ve never met before.”

“You must be mistaking me for someone else. I only returned to Tulaytulah today.” He hoped that Tighnari wasn’t suspicious that he was Hermanubis. Valuka Shunas had sharp senses so there was also a chance that he knew that he had been following him for his investigation.

“I guess you’re right.” Tighnari relented but there was a hint of disappointment in his voice. “Let’s go to the Temple of Silence where you can rest properly.”

“I am the Scribe of Scribes. Do you honestly expect me to forge fake documents for you? You’re the last person I expected to make this request, Hermanubis. We served King Deshret together. You’re the most righteous of us. Moreover, you know I don’t enjoy extra work. It’s troublesome.” Alhaitham sat across from Cyno and pushed the stack of paper back to him. “Why would you pretend to be a simple priest for the Temple of Silence when you’re their leader?”

“It’s for an investigation. People will be more open to tell their secrets to Cyno than Hermanubis.” The Temple of Silence kept an extensive record of King Deshret’s knowledge and his followers. They would easily discover his lie once they discover that ‘Cyno’ had never been a part of the Temple of Silence.

Cyno repeated Alhaitham’s words to him. “We served King Deshret together. You should know that I wouldn’t break my own principles unless necessary. This is to investigate something that a Valuka Shuna told me about Tulaytulah’s rulers. I must confirm if they’re a threat.”

“I hope that you have thought through your plan.” Alhaitham said as he signed the documents.

#genshin impact #cynonari #cyno x tighnari #genshin impact cyno #genshin impact tighnari #cyno and tighnari #fanfiction

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novantinuum · 3 months

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Gem OC Asks- Tourmaline

Answered my own Gem OC asks for my Tourmaline OC.

[See post with original OC ask prompts here]

Era 1

⚜️Which court does your Gem belong to, if any? Blue Diamond’s court.

🎆What is your Gem’s planet of origin and given designation? (Ex: Facet-2F5L Cut-5XG… Facet-5, Cut 8XM… Facet-413, Cabochon-12…) Homeworld, Facet-3L4Y, Cut 2LT. Tourmaline is a decently younger Gem than Morganite, one who only emerged a thousand or so years before Pink Diamond was given the Earth.

💎Describe your Gem’s gemstone. What color, shape, facet pattern, and placement does it have? Her gem fades from a mint to dark green, and is a triangular rod in shape. It is positioned on the right side of her face, where a human ear would be.

🛠️What is your Gem’s given role under the Diamond Authority? Tourmaline is a records keeper. Her duty is to package up and analyze information from all the outlying colonies to report back as news. The knowledge and data she officially has access to is of course strictly monitored by the Diamonds themselves, however. A tourmaline may get around this restriction to gain forbidden information or an early scoop on stuff via savvy social engineering with other Gems. Overall, the Gems of this type who succeed in their role tend to be very socially adept. While this particular Tourmaline has her own special brand of social idiosyncrasies, she thrives at the art of convincing people to give her the info she wants.

📌Where does your Gem perform their duties? Do they travel a lot for their role, or mostly stay in one place? Tourmaline works exclusively on Homeworld- as a high society Gem, she rarely leaves the palace city. All the information from other parts of the empire she needs to perform her duties is ported directly to her.

🧦Does your Gem get along with others of the same cut? Yes, she gets along with the other tourmalines well enough. Each diamond has a few dozen of them. They all have varying opinions on the legality of sourcing information outside of their Diamond Authority sanctioned data packs, however. This Tourmaline is more willing to dig and investigate to get to the root of a story than others, which is in fact what led her to meet Pink’s lone Morganite.

🖇️Has your Gem ever partaken in fusion with someone of the same cut? No, not with another tourmaline.

💼Does your Gem report to anyone below the Diamonds? What do they think about this authority figure? Tourmaline reports to a Blue Lace Agate who works directly under Blue Diamond.

While not “friends” by any means, she finds this agate to be a fair enough figure of authority— in fact, Blue Lace even quietly supported her off-records information scouring, even though it was technically against official protocol and thus a reportable offense.

💥Has your Gem ever been rejuvenated? If so, how many times? No— though she’s long feared the possibility.

🪦Does your Gem harbor any hidden desires they think might get them shattered? Tourmaline definitely knows that half of the information they’ve dug up on the underlying workings of Homeworld and the Diamond Authority is forbidden knowledge— she’s very lucky that none of her peers or the Gems she’s sourced information from have narced on her.

Additionally, the moment she learns about the Crystal Gem rebellion on Earth (knowledge of this event is suppressed on Homeworld and kept as need-to-know info, because the Diamonds fear a larger uprising) she wants to defect and forge a better life as a free Gem- and is well aware that pursuing this goal may very well be what finally gets her caught in her illicit activities and shattered.

Era 2

🌸Was your Gem incubated before Pink Diamond’s shattering, or after? If after, does your Gem differ from others of their cut due to Homeworld’s Diamond essence shortage? Tourmaline was incubated long before Pink’s shattering. In any case, her incubation didn’t require any of Pink’s essence so she wouldn’t have been impacted anyways.

🔎Does your Gem like the role they were given, or is there another role in society they would rather have? Tourmaline likes her role well enough, and finds her work intellectually stimulating. However, she doesn’t feel completely fulfilled in this role, and believes there is a happier life waiting out there for her, if she can only amass the bravery to reach for it…

🪢Does your Gem have any friends outside their cut? Yes! In Era 1 she had plenty of non-tourmaline contacts, including her former partner Morganite. While somewhat awkward in her demeanor, she still seemed to be able to strike up a casual conversation with almost any Gem she passed on Homeworld’s streets or halls. In a bit of a diversion from standard protocol, she was especially connected with many of the higher ups’ pearls (given they often silently stood by their owners’ sides during meetings, they acted as very good informants)— and while not a perfect ally to them, treated them with far more dignity and respect than most other Gems of her status at the time.

After she defected, she befriended many a fellow Crystal Gem rebel.

In Era 3, she has numerous friends amidst the residents of Little Homeworld.

🪄Can your Gem summon any weapon or special item? Tourmaline has no special items she can summon in early Era 1 beyond a view screen to perform her work.

After she defects and becomes a war strategist for the Crystal Gems, she learns to summon a visor (modified from the view screens she used to use) directly from her gem that covers one eye. She uses this much like a human might use a VR headset, and can overlay pertinent data over her view of a battlefield.

She also eventually obtains an elemental sword from the legendary Crystal Gem blacksmith Bismuth that arcs with an electric charge when she swings it. While— as a strategist— she isn’t often AT the front lines, she picks up sword fighting during her rebellion days for self defense, and becomes rather adept at it.

🌍Has your Gem ever heard of the rebellion on Earth? If so, do they have any opinions on it? The moment Tourmaline learns of the Crystal Gem rebellion through her off-records information snooping, she defects. She always felt her existence was missing something important, and came to the conclusion that living a free life apart from the whims of the Diamonds was the very thing she was always striving towards. She wholeheartedly believes in the Crystal Gems’ cause, and felt quite betrayed that her former lover Morganite knew about this rebellion years before she did and never told her about it. She wishes they could’ve defected together— and even begged her to run away with her— but alas this is a path that is closed to them now.

🪩Has your Gem ever partaken in fusion with someone of a different cut? If so, do they defy Homeworld’s fusion rules openly or keep it secret? Tourmaline doesn’t fuse too often, but yes— she has very visibly fused with other types of Gems during her time in the rebellion.

🏝️Your Gem has been reassigned to perform their duty on a planet or settlement of their choice. Where do they go? Earth has become a very special place to Tourmaline for the obvious rebellion reasons, but before she defected she always loved the idea of performing her work on one of the Stellaris Prime colonies, which were set into a very careful manufactured orbit around a black hole… a black hole which provided rather striking views if you were in a spot on the planet where it was visible in the sky.

🫧Has your Gem ever been poofed? How? A good handful of times during the rebellion. She’s even gotten cracked once, and had to be healed up by Rose Quartz herself.

🙈Your Gem discovers that someone they work alongside is off-color in some fashion. Do they narc to a superior, or keep this secret? Tourmaline would keep this knowledge secret as best as she’s able. Even in her pre-rebellion days, she knows she doesn’t have much room to talk anyways… she flagrantly ignores proper protocol in her work already.

🪓Does your Gem know anyone who’s been shattered? Plenty— dear friends included.

Era 3

👑In the wake of this brand new era, where does your Gem’s loyalty lie? (The Diamonds? Themself? Someone else?) Tourmaline’s loyalty lies with both herself and her close friends. She wants to live each day pursuing happiness and fulfillment for herself AND for them.

🎓Would your Gem ever consider attending Little Homeschool, why or why not? Not only does Tourmaline attend Little Homeschool, but she eventually becomes an instructor there as well— teaching various Gem history courses.

⭐️What is your Gem’s honest opinion of Steven, if they are aware of his role in Gem history? Tourmaline’s first exposure to Steven comes during the late days of the war, when she starts snooping into the private business of these two “new Crystal Gem recruits” she finds somewhat suspicious. Well… as it turns out, these two individuals were actually half-Gems Steven Universe and Jean Maverick from thousands of years in the future, who ended up trapped in the past due to a conflict with the exact same Morganite she knows. And it ends up being very good fortune that she snoops into their business so thoroughly, because it gains her a safe passage to their future instead of ending up corrupted for eons, or worse.

Since Tourmaline was introduced to Steven in a far different manner than most Gems, he is way less of a mythical, “revered” figure to her and more of a casual friend who she made on the battlefield. She highly respects the legacy he’s forged in kickstarting this new Era 3, and is very supportive of his desire to step aside from most Gem matters now and live as peaceful a life he can muster. Once she’s introduced to phone technology, she probably ends up in at least one group text feed with him.

🪁Name three hobbies your Gem partakes in. Sword dueling, pleasure reading (she’s quite amused by humanity’s “sci-fi” plot-lines, they get SO MUCH wrong), and just socialization in general. She’s the Gem to seek if you want the scoop on what everyone’s up to… she’s got a memory like a steel trap and so many connections that she could probably tell you what a Gem’s roommate’s former commanding officer is up to this past week.

🌄Describe your Gem’s idea of a perfect day. Tourmaline’s perfect day would include a quick morning spar with one of her friends in the gym, a fulfilling few hours of instruction at Little Homeworld, a lazy afternoon to herself spent reading or tending to one of her plants in her private quarters, and then maybe an evening gathering with some of her ol’ fellow Crystal Gems in the firelight to catch up and reminisce about old times.

⚧️Imagine your Gem is presented with the concept of human gender. Do they have any preference in how they are perceived or addressed? Tourmaline would be down to be perceived as more “masculine” sometimes (in that butch sort of way), and might even experiment a bit with those human he/him pronouns— before ultimately realizing that they genuinely don’t care how people refer to her. Any pronouns work fine. She/her is kinda an easy default, though… and what most humans assume.

🐌Does your Gem have any non-Gem friends? Yes! While Gem hybrids Steven and Jean may not completely count, she is close with them— and is thus also acquainted with their close family members.

Additionally, while she is attending Little Homeschool, Tourmaline ends up matched up with Beach City’s mailwoman Barb Miller for the Gem-Human Excellence Mentorship program— so they’re on friendly terms. Later on, she serves as Little Homeworld’s Gem liaison to Mayor Nanefua for a good few years, and becomes close with her as well.

🌙Would your Gem ever consider living as a permafusion? No, she quite likes being her own individual. She’s open to fusing for recreation every once in a while, but wouldn’t want to sustain a fusion for longer than a few hours.

She might have a different opinion if she had an intense enough relationship with someone, but as of now she’s fine doing her own thing.

🍕Has your Gem ever tried ingesting food or liquid? If so, what is their opinion on this activity? Tourmaline never tried food or liquids before being pulled into Era 3 and involving herself in Little Homeschool. She’s not a huge fan of food, but she likes carbonated drinks. It’s far easier to shapeshift the kit necessary to enjoy liquids than it is to enjoy food, and she finds more complex shapeshifting pretty exhausting to sustain.

🎻Assign your Gem an instrument. What type of sound do you feel best captures their vibe? Soft rock electric guitar.

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