#bracelet reveal at 500

[harufluff]

'birthday picnic' 西村力

warnings - sassy riki, some cursing

genre - fluff, birthday au, riki x reader

requested - no

'we should do this more often'

riki said to you as he laid his head in your lap and looked up at you with doe eyes. you brought your boyfriend out to the park with a blindfold on, surprising him with a full picnic. you had everything. blanket, basket with his favorite foods inside, drinks, pillows, flowers, etc. it was kinda perfect if you do say so yourself.

'im glad you like it. but no, birthday boy. this is a once a year type of thing. im not doing this everyday.'

you said, making sure he wouldn't expect it every week. who knew picnics were so hard to put together.

'well, I like spending time with you. plus its my birthday soooo...'

he said with a growing smirk on his face. you loved his boxy smile. you can always tell its genuine when he smiles like that. you always tell him he looks like a little kid when he does, which he doesn't appreciate too much, but you think its cute.

you lightly giggled at his cute remark. you wanted to make his birthday special for him. that was always the goal on days that it was all about him. the entire day you were constantly trying to keep him away from certain things, and come up with excuses when he would ask questions.

'so I know I've asked already but... what did you get me??'

'you mean the question you've asked 500 times today?? still not telling.'

you say coaming your fingers through his hair. you were hoping that would get him to forget about it and fall asleep or something.

'AWW CMON Y/N. GIMMIEEEE IVE BEEN FUCKING WAITING ALL DAYYYY'

he pouted with that same look every time. this time he was especially annoyed because he was kicking his legs up and down like a little kid throwing a tantrum. that continued until you finally gave in.

'OK OK FINE. LET ME GET IT JEEZ'

you pulled your gift from for little bag to reveal a square box and a cd case. the cd case said on the front "songs that remind me of you" and a little heart next to it. you handed him the box and left the cd on the blanket infant of him.

'open it'

you said with a smile. as riki opened the box his face seemed to be going through twenty different emotions in three seconds. he finally looked back up at you with teary eyes.

'y/n...'

it was a gold chain bracelet with yours and his first initials engraved on a gold plate. it was something you had been wanting to get for him for a while. he has said a while back that he wanted to have something to keep with him that represents your relationship.

next thing you know riki's on top of you tackling you in hugs and kisses, pretty much suffocating you. you laughed your lungs out until he pulled away and looked you strait in the eyes with a sweet smile.

'thank you. I love you a lot.'

happy birthday riki!!

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[morallyinept]

The Bow Tie - A Dieter Bravo GIFLET

Uh, Jett, what the heck is a GIFLET?

Just a short 500 words or less drabble, based on inspiration that I got from a GIF. Simples.

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x F!Reader (No name or physical description of reader. It's you, bub.)

Word Count: 500

Scoville Smut Rating: 🌶 "Don't hurt me, cadejo."

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GIFLET MASTERLIST | MAIN MASTERLIST

Enjoy! 🖤

This GIFLET was inspired by the below GIF by @a7estrellas 👇🏻

Dieter smiles, deep set eye crinkles around tanned skin. All curly fluff and greying scruff, as he adjusts the bow tie while the cameras flash at him.

It's wonky; won’t keep neat or straight, no matter how much he fiddles with it.

You stand on the side patiently as he poses; waving to the crowd and you clasp your hand around your opposite wrist.

You can still feel the silk there, the burn of it. Your bracelets disguise it well, as does a bit of expertly placed concealer.

But you can feel it.

You can feel the way the pit of your gut flutters at the recall, tingling out on your clit. You can hear how loudly the headboard clattered into the wall. Hear how hard he panted and growled as he shunted upwards, fucked you harder as you whined for more of him.

How his whole weight bore down on your wrists tied together above your head. You can still feel the tingles in the tips of your fingers.

How they were tied together with his bow tie that he won't stop fiddling with now.

You can feel that rush as you watch him, how he works the crowd and gives them what they want through a slick smile revealing the tease of a dimple.

The same dimple you licked as he spilt himself inside of you, only hours ago.

Dieter turns to you smiling, beckoning you over. You slink into his arms as you pose together.

He takes your hand as you’re ushered off the red carpet together, and brings your wrist to his lips.

He places a gentle, longing kiss on the inside of it, with deep brown eyes lancing at you.

It stops you, it stops time. Dieter's eyes appear darker and hungry as he tongues gently in between the metal of your bracelets. Nips and kisses gently on the bruised, raw skin there.

He knows where the marks are, where the bow tie left them as you squirmed and bucked under him.

Where he’s marked you permanently forever on his heart.

You reach up and take his bow tie as he drops your wrist and smiles.

You neaten it up and finally it sits straight on the centre of his collar. You feel his hips push into yours and he’s hard, so hard for you. Grinding into you so you can feel it.

So you can remember.

“I really like this bow tie.” He says.

Dieter smirks at you and pulls you into him, kissing you deep.

Later, after the Premiere, in the hotel suite, you’re sitting on his lap in front of the dresser mirror. He’s buried deep inside you.

Your hands are behind your back, tied once more in the silken bind of his bow tie.

“I fucking love this bow tie,” he whispers in your ear. Lips dragging across it as you soak his cock, coming hard all over him.

Enjoying the burn and the marks that he leaves on you always.

🖤

[band--psycho]

Harvey Specter x Reader-The Best Valentines Morning

For the lovely anon who requested this story with the prompt first valentines day

Happy valentines day to all my amazing friends and followers! I hope you're all having an amazing day! 💛

Word count:500

I hope you all enjoy this!💛

"Where’ve you been?” Y/n drowsily asked; squinting slightly as she sat up slowly to see Harvey leaning against the door frame of his bedroom, with his arms behind his back and a glint in his eyes.  

A glint that Y/n recognised.

He’d done something. 

She'd noticed Harvey wasn’t in bed when she’d briefly woken up a few hours ago. 

Although it was odd for Harvey to just randomly leave without waking her up to tell her where he was going, though it wasn’t unheard of.

Especially given how exhausted he knew Y/n had been the last few days.  

“What’ve you done?” She questioned, narrowing her eyes.

“What makes you think I’ve done anything?” Harvey smirked as made his way over to the bed.

“You’ve got that look in your eye,”

“Well,” he began, moving one of his arms from his back to reveal his hand holding her favourite drink from her favourite cafe; while his other hand held a small paper bag from her favourite bakery, “I thought I’d surprise you,”

That was enough to put a beaming smile on her face. 

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” he smiled as he gave Y/n the drink and pastry.

Though those  words were enough to make her smile falter. 

“I thought we agreed not to get each other anything,” she stated, guilt and confusion lacing her voice and filling her eyes. 

“It’s hardly a lot,” he chuckled, placing a hand on her face , softly stroking her cheek with his thumb. 

“There is one more thing,” he continued, pulling out a black rectangular box with a small red bow from his pocket, making Y/n shoot a daggering look at him.

“Calm down,” Harvey said lightheartedly  as he handed over the box to her.

Y/n wasn’t a huge lover of expensive jewelry or things like that, she’d worn the same necklace for the last ten years and she rarely ever wore bracelets, so she was certainly apprehensive that Harvey had spent a small fortune on something like that. 

Carefully she pulled the ribbon on the bow, undoing it before she opened the black box, she was even more shocked by what was in the box.

Instead of any form of jewelry, there was a key that was in the center of the box.  

The look of confusion returned in Y/ns eyes as she looked up at Harvey.

“It’s for my apartment,” he stated, glancing at the key before meeting Y/n's eyes again, “I-uh, I was wondering if you would move in with me?”

In all the time Y/n had known Harvey, she’d never seen a hint of nervousness in him, until this very moment. 

She toyed with the idea of teasing him, telling him that she’d have to think about it. 

But she couldn’t. 

“Of course I will,” she beamed, leaning over to place a soft kiss on Harvey’s lips. 

This was by far the best Valentine’s Day she’d ever had and it was only just beginning.

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[sarcasmsweetie]

Coming Home, Part 1

I am one of the least patient humans on this planet, so I present to you Part 1 of my newest series! I do want to note that this story has an OC instead of it being a reader insert. You can of course insert yourself if you so desire, but for me, the name of Rhys’ sister is incredibly important (reasons to be revealed at a later date).

Pairing: Azriel x Rhsyand’s Sister

Word count: 6.8k

Warnings: mentions of trauma/past torture

Prologue | Masterlist | Part 2

Taglist (those crossed out could not be tagged): @bsenpai @starrstrucked @account1sblog @hernameispia @great-goddess-of-sin

“Are you sure there isn’t anything else I can do for you?” I smiled at the captain, already grateful for the kindnesses he’s shown me up until this point.

“You’ve already done far more than I could have hoped. Taking the extra time to bring me to Night? I truly don’t know how to thank you.” A blush covers his tanned skin as he scratches the back of his neck in embarrassment.

“No thanks necessary. Happy to do anything to get someone out of that hell hole, especially a neighbor in need of a friend. Once we’re done with bringing refugees back to Day, I’m sure you’ll find us on this dock from time to time for trade.”

I nodded, tucking that bit of information away as I turned from the docks. Taking a deep breath, I walked into the city I never thought I would see again – my home.

I walked through the streets of the city, looking at all the stores and people milling about. I recognized some shop owners as I looked through the windows, and I felt such immense relief in knowing that the people of Velaris survived whatever Hybern threw at them and continue to thrive.

I took a few breaks throughout the early afternoon, catching my breath whenever I came across a bench or railing to lean against along the Sidra. While I knew it was because my strength was still very much lacking, I couldn’t deny that the larger part of me was terrified to look too closely for my family. I know they believe me to be dead – Dagdan and Brannagh took great pleasure in reminding me of this – so would my return be welcomed, or would it do more harm than good? I remained on the bench I found across the street from the House of Wind. Those stairs are certainly an impossibility for me, so should I take this as a sign to stay away? It’s been almost 500 years. My family has moved on. They don’t need me anymore, and probably never did if we’re being honest. What could I have ever brought to the table? I was just a child, and a sheltered one at that. And with my wings gone, I can’t even consider myself an Illyrian –

My thoughts paused as I felt something cool brush my cheek. I hadn’t even realized I was crying and I looked down to see a whisp of smoke brushing against my face. I gasped, recognizing this particular whisp better than my own reflection. I raised my hand, biting back a sob as the shadow danced down my arm, twining itself between my fingers in welcome.

“My dearest friend, how I have missed you so.” The shadow bounced back to my check in a nuzzle and I smiled. “If you’re here, does he know I’m here as well?” I felt the knot in my stomach grow tighter and heavier, the reality of my situation weighing heavily on me.

The shadow moved in front me, moving side-to-side as if it were a head shaking itself ‘no.’ “Are they in the House?” Again, it shook itself no. Taking a deep breath, not allowing myself to second guess my next question, I stood. “Could you lead me to them?” The shadow immediately wrapped around my wrist like a bracelet, tugging me in the direction of wherever my family was.

The shadow led me back to the Sidra, walking along its bank for a time nearing the edge of the city. I noticed that the houses around here were a bit more spaced out, and seemingly somewhat newer. I don’t recall this section of the city, though I suppose I would have had no reason to come out this far. The shadow continued to lead me to a lightly wooded area, almost serving more as a privacy screen than actual woods. As we approached the edge of the woods, I heard a booming laugh, and my heart stuttered, recognizing Cassian instantly without needing to see him. I felt the tears begin to build, and the shadow moved to my shoulder, almost as if it were trying to rest against my head in some form of comfort.

I sensed wards along the property, but nothing was preventing me from continuing to move forward. I waited to see if anything served as an alarm for entering the property, but so far, nothing happened. I pushed on a little bit more until I saw my family. My eyes caught Rhys immediately, lounging back with who I’m assuming to be Feyre the Cursebreaker leaning into his side. Dagdan and Brannagh complained about her constantly whenever they were with me, which caused me to like her all the more. Everything they hated about her made her sound like the perfect soul to fit with Rhys and my family – no wonder they’re mates.

Scanning along, I saw a woman I did not recognize sitting next to Feyre, watching as Cassian ran around the lawn like a madman. After watching him a moment longer, I realized he was being chased by a small little boy. He had small wings that were fighting their hardest to keep the boy balanced. His hair was dark and I couldn’t quite see the color of his eyes from where I stood, but his smile was as bright and radiant as the sun as he chased Cassian. A sob caught in my throat – was this Cassian’s son? Did he find his mate, or at least someone he wanted to build a life with?

As Cassian turned to scoop the little boy in his arms, movement behind Cassian caught my attention and I fell to my knees. There sat Azriel, handing a third female I didn’t recognize a trowel as she worked in a garden. He looked over his shoulder at Cassian with a smile, clearly ready to make some remark, but instead his gaze connected with mine. He stood abruptly, syphons glowing, and the demeanor of everyone on the lawn changed, ready for danger, ready for a fight.

I dared not move from where I sat on the grass, but I did not stop the tears from falling as I watched Cassian hand the child to Feyre, and then the three glorious Illyrians closed rank, serving as a wall between me and the females. The whisp frantically tried to calm me down as the severity of my cries grew, and all three males marked the shadow on my shoulder.

My gaze slid along the three males as they slowly approached me, but I couldn’t tear my gaze from Rhysand as soon as our eyes connected. I watched as his brows furrowed and if I had any mental shields left to raise, I know for certain I would have felt the telltale sign of a talon searching for entrance. Instead, Rhys was able to barge right in, almost startled at the lack of resistance. My sobbing at this point has brought me nearly to hyperventilation, so I did the one thing I knew was in my power: thought as loudly as I could, “Rhy-Rhy.”

I watched his eyes widen and I could hear the breath catch in his throat. His brothers dared to take their eyes off me to look at him, and both their faces morphed into ones of confusion. “Si-Si?”

He ran the rest of the way to me, dropping to his knees in front of me. I could hear Cassian curse under his breath, but everything else shut out as I looked into violet eyes that mirrored my own for the first time in centuries. His hands gently raised as if to cup my face, but he pulled back at the last second.

“How? How are you here? You died all those years ago…” No longer able to resist the urge, he brought one hand to my face, now trying to reassure himself that this is real. I flinched at the contact, but knew deep down that both of us needed this, to ground us and prove to us that we are here together.

“Hybern and Spring. I’ve been in a cell in Hybern ever since that day…” Knowing Rhys was still in my mind, I briefly played the memory of the twins collecting me from the High Lord of Spring after they ripped our wings and killed our mother. I tried to hide away all the brutal parts of the memories, never wanting anyone else to experience them as I have, but I can’t be certain I was successful as the twin daemati managed to break any form of control I once had of my mental shields.

Before I could try and think of anything else to say, Rhys pulled me into an embrace. I froze, but as I felt Rhys pull away, I quickly hugged him back. Any form of touch that doesn’t bring pain is a foreign concept for me, but for this moment, I will hold my brother almost in defiance to the universe – daring the powers that be to try and separate us again. His body began to shake as he cried, holding onto me almost a bit too tightly. It was difficult to breathe through the tears and embrace, but I would gladly pay this price if it meant continuing to hold onto my big brother once again.

Rhys must have sensed my struggles as he began to pull back but didn’t let go. His hands went back to cupping my face and he leaned forward so he could rest his forehead on mine. “I have wished for this day every day for the last 478 years. Begged and prayed for it all to have been one giant mistake, one terrible nightmare that I would soon wake from and find you sprawled in your bed like the dignified little princess you were.” I laughed as he shared a memory of Young Me sprawled in an incredibly undignified manner in my old bed, snoring and drooling the morning away.

“Memories of you and our family are the only things that kept me fighting, the only things that kept me sane.” The tears continued, but the sobbing and hyperventilating at least finally faded. Rhys frowned as he looked me over.

“What did they do to you, little princess?” I felt him start to go through my memories, but I grabbed onto his wrists.

“Not yet. Please? There are a lot of things I don’t want you to see. And if I’m going to talk about it, I’d rather do it at once with the whole family.” I watched as his eyes grew pained, but nodded nonetheless. He leaned back, and I looked behind him to see a bewildered Cassian and incredibly pale Azriel. The shadow that led me here was now whispering in his ear, no doubt about the little adventure it went on in finding me and bringing me here.

“Rhys, is it really…?” Cassian trailed off, almost as if he’s afraid to speak my name or afraid of the hope that this could be true.

Rhysand grabbed my hand, helping me stand up with him. Turning to his brothers, tears still streaming down his cheeks but a smile growing wide as the sea. “Sirona is home.”

Azriel was still pale and unmoving, but Cassian wasted no time in stealing me from Rhys’ hold to pull me into a bone crushing hug. He easily lifted me off the ground, and I closed my eyes and released a sigh, truly feeling free for the first time since leaving my cell.

“Our little princess, finally home at last. I’ve fucking missed you, bug.”

“I’ve missed you, bub. I’ve missed all of you – more than you could possibly know.” I opened my eyes and saw that the three females had walked up at some point and the one who was gardening reached for Azriel’s hand.

“Who is this, Az?” He moved his hand away from her before she made contact, and I watched the hurt flash across her eyes. Azriel walked forward, as if in a trance, and I tapped Cassian’s shoulder to let me down.

“I’ve still got one more beasty to greet.” Cass and Rhys chuckled as I was set down, and I moved to Azriel. More shadows circled around me in their own form of a hug, and I held my hand out both to the shadows, and to Azriel if he wished to take it. Without hesitation, Azriel grabbed my hand, causing the shadows to move out of the way and circle around both of our hands instead of just mine. The heat of his hand contrasted with the coolness of the shadows, and I sighed at the feeling.

“Not once have they ever cared for another as they do you.”

“I’m fairly confident no one else has ever asked you if they could keep them as a pet. I suppose that’s bound to leave a lasting impression.” As if that one reference to when I was 7 and asked my father if I could keep Azriel’s shadows as pets as I wasn’t allowed anything else was the final bit of proof Azriel needed to confirm my identity, he pulled me to his chest as both his arms and shadows cradled me. I felt tears run down my neck and I could no longer tell if they were my own.

“I am so sorry. I am so sorry I never looked for you, never questioned if your death was real or not. I will never let you down so horrendously ever again.” I pulled back before he could continue down this road of self-hatred, remembering he was always so harsh on himself. I brought my hands to his face, pulling him down slightly to be eye-to-eye with me.

“You have never once failed me. You could never fail me, Shady. I promised you once that I would beat up anyone who spoke poorly about you. Don’t you think for a second that I didn’t include yourself in that promise. I may not be much of anything right now, but I will not hesitate to beat your ass into the ground if you ever say another horrible thing about yourself. Do you hear me?” All of the remaining shadows circled around me, as if to help give me strength to give him such a beating. His brows had furrowed, and he stepped back, looking me over. I immediately became self-conscious about what my frame has turned into over the centuries, and I internally cursed the shadows for leaving me when he directed them as I no longer could hide behind them.

“What happened to you, little one?” I crossed my arms over my chest and felt myself shrink under everyone’s gazes. I turned my own to the three females, deciding to turn the attention to meeting them instead of saying anything further. I looked first to Feyre, seeing the tears in her eyes.

“I’ve heard a fair bit about you, Feyre Cursebreaker. Thank you. For saving my family, for loving Rhys, and for being everything Hybern hated. Every complaint they’d make of you made me adore you just a little bit more.” She laughed as Rhys stepped up to my side, raising his arm in invitation to Feyre to step closer to us.

“Feyre darling, it is my absolute pleasure and honor to introduce you to my baby sister, the Pesky Princess of the Night Court, Sirona. Sirona, this is my mate, my love, my High Lady, Feyre and our son Nyx.” I turned to him so fast I almost lost my balance.

“Your son?” Those cursed tears came back in full force as I turned back to the little boy, seeing all the resemblances between Rhys and Feyre and I smiled. “Your son,” I whispered.

“I have heard so much about you, Sirona. I can’t even imagine what your journey has been up until this point, but I very much look forward to getting to know you. If there is anything at all that you need, don’t you hesitate to ask. We’re family.” I smiled, watching Feyre and Rhys look to each other with all the love I know both of them deserve. “Now I’d like to introduce you to my sisters, Nesta and Elain.” Cassian stepped up behind the sister identified as Nesta, wrapping his arms around her shoulders, and I gave a small smile. Elain looked at Azriel as if she expected something similar, but he remained by my side.

“It’s lovely to meet you both.” I nodded to both of them, and they returned the gesture.

“Cassian would talk about you. Whether it was a memory or commenting on something you would have enjoyed, he tried his best to ensure your memory lived on.” I looked at a sheepish Cassian and cursed the tears that were continuing to blur my vision.

“The biggest softie of all the Illyrians. It’s a relief to see some things haven’t changed.” The tears were still clouding my vision, so I closed my eyes, hoping to clear them away. Instead, I began to feel a little light-headed and felt myself beginning to sway. Both Rhys and Azriel grabbed an arm, making sure I stayed upright. “I am so sorry; I think I just need to sit down for a bit. This is admittedly the most activity I’ve had in quite some time.”

I opened my eyes to see several sets watching me in varying levels of concern. “Of course, please let’s all go inside. It’s getting close to dinner time, anyways.” Feyre led us all into the house, and both Azriel and Rhysand kept a steady hold on me.

Rhys leaned down and spoke quietly into my ear. “I’ll get some tea for you once we’re all settled. Mor should be here by then and then we can talk.” I smiled at the thought of my bright and wonderful cousin, grateful I get to see everyone all at once. “I’d like to start first with where the hell your shields have gone.” My smile dropped and I felt a heavy weight drop in my stomach.

“Mother always said it was best to start at the beginning of a story. The shields are unfortunately deep in the middle of my particular story, brother dearest.” I swallowed down the dread I felt building and tried to put my focus into observing my brother’s new home. Warm hardwood was spread all along the first floor, though covered with the occasional area rug. Gorgeous paintings hung on the cream-colored walls, and I vowed to take the time to view and appreciate each piece as they deserved. We moved into the living room where the furniture took on cooler tones, grays and blues alike. Azriel sat with me while Rhys stepped away to get the tea, asking if anyone else would be having a cup.

“I think I’ll be drinking something a little stronger during this tale, brother.” Cassian lifted a bottle of whiskey he must have grabbed from the kitchen or dining room and Rhys nodded.

“Pour me a glass while you’re at it, will you Cass?”

“Same for me.” Azriel responded, though started to fuss over me, checking to make sure I found this sofa comfortable enough, if the room was warm enough or if he should get me a blanket. I placed my hand on his forearm with a smile.

“I am fine, Shady. I promise. I’m honestly the most comfortable I’ve been in a very long time.” I watched his eyes move from concerned to sad, and I smiled at the shadows that wrapped themselves around my shoulders.

Rhys soon walked back into the room with a tray of the tea and what looks like cookies. “Elain, I hope you don’t mind that I’m serving the cookies you made this morning.” I looked over at her across the room and watched as she turned her attention from me to Rhysand.

“Of course I don’t mind, Rhys. They’re meant to be eaten after all, right?” She was sitting tall in an armchair which was next to a sofa that Nesta and Cassian were currently on. Feyre and Nyx were sitting on a loveseat that sat between both sofas, boxing in the coffee table in front of all of us. Rhys smiled at Elain as he added milk to the tea he just poured. Passing it to me, his smile turned sheepish.

“I always kept your favorite blend in the house out of habit. I’d drink a pot of it on your birthday and holidays as a way to keep you with me.” My chin began to tremble, and I tried to turn a glare onto him.

“If you make me cry one more fucking time, Rhysand, I swear…” He chuckled as he began to sit next to me, but froze when he heard the front door slam shut.

“I don’t know what could possibly be so important, Rhysand, that you’d pull me away from my shopping. You know I have a very important date this weekend that I need to prepare for and – “ Mor cut herself off as she walked into the living room, noticing everyone sitting around. “What the hell is going on here? Is someone hurt? Did something happen?” Rhys straightened from his half-hunched position he froze in when Mor walked in and turned to our cousin.

“No one is hurt, Mor. But something did happen.” A shadow squeezed my hand, sensing the tension that erupted all over me. Mor sighed and I could practically hear the eyeroll that accompanied it.

“We all know you’re fond of the theatrics, Rhys. Just tell me what it is already so I can –“ For the second time, Mor cut herself off as Rhys moved out of the way, unveiling me to her. I set my tea back on the coffee table and stood.

“Hi, Mor.” Eyes wide, she dropped her shopping bags to the floor, and I barely noticed Nyx out of the corner of my eye reaching for the bags, most likely thinking they’re presents for him. Knowing Mor, he’s probably always getting presents that need to be unwrapped.

She looks me up and down, eyes turning shiny. “Hi, Mor? You come back from the fucking dead, and all you have to say to me is Hi, Mor?” She marches up to me, looking me over. “I don’t understand. How are you here? Did Cassian finally complete that séance he’s sworn to do?” She grabs for my arm, testing to see if it’s real, if I’m real. “Because I know for a fact the cousin who may as well have been my baby sister didn’t just appear out of thin air and give me the most boring greeting to exist when I know damn well I taught her better than that.” Her eyes were drilling holes into my own, the Morrigan coming out in full force, trying to read my truths as well as she speaks and hears them.

I grabbed her other hand and made sure I was looking her straight in the eye when I recited the phrase she taught me when I was 5 years old: “Sup, wench?” I watched as Mor let the tears fall freely before she pulled me into my fourth hug for the day. Four more than I’ve had in as many centuries.

I don’t know how long we held our embrace, but this is one form of touch I didn’t feel the need to count the seconds for – a form of touch that, while still unfamiliar, I didn’t have an immediate urge to shrink away from. I was home, and I would do everything in my power to ensure I was never taken away from it again.

Rhys did eventually ask Mor to let me go as he briefly mentioned how easily tired I get right now. Mor immediately let go, helping me sit where I was before. Azriel remained where he was, and Rhys took residence on the other side of this sofa, so Mor sat next to Feyre and Nyx. Azriel handed me my cup as Rhys spoke up. “Take your time with this, Sirona. But please, tell us everything.” I looked at him before taking a sip of my tea, enjoying that it tasted just as I remembered.

“I’d rather you not be in my head while I speak, if you don’t mind. As you’ve gathered already, my shields have been destroyed centuries ago and I can’t censor anything. A lot of this is going to be hard for me to talk about, but I especially don’t want anyone seeing this, seeing me like that. Please, Rhys.” I watched as he swallowed, trying to figure out ways to argue this, but I watched his eyes flash briefly to Feyre before he nodded. I don’t know what Feyre said to him through their bond, but I nodded my thanks to her.

I took a deep breath, clutching the cup tightly in my hands. “The High Lord of Spring and his sons found Mother and I in the forest. I didn’t understand a lot of what he was talking about, but I got the gist of it: the High Lord was upset with some choices Father made and didn’t like that it was starting to turn some of the other High Lords against Spring. He decided the best way to send a message to Father was through Mother and I. She and I were ambushed, shoved face first into the ground, and I looked up as a knee was pressed into my lower back and someone held my shoulders in place. I watched as Mother was put in a similar position. I remember fighting to get up, Mother fighting to have me left out of whatever they were planning, but all the High Lord did was laugh. Next thing I remember is the most intense pain I’ve ever felt as he tore the wings from my back. I was on the verge of passing out when I saw one of his sons struggling with Mother’s wings, so the other who was holding her down handed him a sword and I watched them cleave her wings from her back.” I was silent for a moment, remembering the sounds of her screams, the feel of blood pooling under my chest as it felt like my heart was beating through the two gaping holes on my back.

“I remember one of the sons, the youngest I think, yelling at his father that they’d done enough. They were only meant to scare us, not mutilate us. The High Lord told him to pick up our wings and take them to their manor. That he’d come home shortly and ‘deal with him’ then. I watched him scurry off, not once looking back at us. Once he was gone, the High Lord instructed the one who cut off Mother’s wings to now do the same to…” I stopped, choking on the words. I swallowed as I looked at my reflection in my tea. “Now do the same to her head.” I heard someone gasp, but I couldn’t bring myself to look up and see who. “I was screaming so much. Demanding they let her go – do whatever they wanted to me but leave Mother alone. I looked at her, watched as she desperately shook her head no, wanting me to just shut up for once in my life. But then I watched her face grow paler when the High Lord answered me, ‘Oh, I fully intend to do as I wish with you.’ I had never seen Mother so distraught than at that moment. She brought her attention back to me, and as she was mouthing the words ‘I love you,’ the sword fell. And her head rolled in front of me, stopping right before it could touch me.”

I held the cup so tight that I feared it would break. One of the shadows must have agreed as it moved the cup to the table before coming back to my hands, circling around them in an attempt to comfort me as best it could. “Like Rhys said, you take as much time as you need, little one.” I absent-mindedly nodded to Azriel’s comment, but I think it was pretty obvious to the room that I wasn’t mentally here anymore. Too lost in the memories, I continued on.

“As I waited to feel the sword land on my own neck, I thought I began hallucinating from the blood loss when three fae emerged from the trees. One of them, a female, was blindfolded and being led by a male and female. I remember the female’s eyes lit up when she saw the blood soaking into the ground, but the male is the one who primarily spoke. He confirmed with the High Lord that it was my face they were meant to work with. I thought I misheard because that didn’t make any sense to me. His companion took off the other female’s blindfold and I watched as the two began reciting some sort of spell, something I’ve certainly never heard in my training with Father. After a moment, the second female morphed into… me. I remember the High Lord was talking to the two fae as he circled the third, asking questions I couldn’t hear. Whatever they were discussing pleased him greatly because the next thing I knew, he raised his sword and this female who was turned into my likeness collapsed. I passed out soon after that, watching the two new fae approach while the males of Spring started… packaging heads.

When I next woke up, I was in a damp cell and the male from before was in the cell with me. He introduced himself as Dagdan, Prince of Hybern, nephew of the king. He told me that he and his twin were tasked with molding me, making sure I’d be ready to be the bride of the eldest son of Spring, the anticipated next High Lord. I don’t know how long I was in that cell before he next came to me, but all I know is that a healer was sent in to do the bare minimum of ensuring I survived the blood loss of my injuries but was not allowed to work on mending my back in any way. That my scars are meant to serve as a reminder to what happens when someone goes against Hybern or any of its allies. In all my time in the cell, I only ever saw the twins or a sentry who was assigned to bring me meals whenever he remembered to do so. I only ever saw my cell, or what the twins called their Play Room. I couldn’t tell you how many times they brought me there. After some time, they told me about the downfall of the High Lord of Spring and his two eldest sons. Told me that I was meant to be the bride of the eldest son and that as he is no longer alive, there’s no longer a reason for them to ever let me go. But it’s also there, Rhys, that they shattered my shield and ensured I couldn’t build one up again. Maybe in time I’ll be able to, but I just don’t have the energy to try right now.” Rhys grabbed my hand, but I couldn’t bring myself to look at him.

“We’ll work on that. Together. When you’re ready. I promise you, Sirona.”

“A lot happened in that room, Rhys. A lot that I don’t think I could ever tell you.” He brought his hand to my chin, raising my face to look at him.

“You tell me what you want, when you want to. But I need to know, Si. Did they…” I watched him swallow and blink back tears. “Did he ever…” I could see the words he couldn’t bring himself to say in his eyes, and I felt the need to close my own.

“Yes,” I whispered. Cassian cursed and I felt both Azriel and Rhys tense beside me. “Brannagh would stand behind me and Dagdan would watch her. As if I was just some bridge for the two of them to play out their own fantasies. I… Rhys. Something else happened and…” I opened my eyes, certain the pain in his violet eyes mirrored the pain in my own.

“I was pregnant.” Mor let out a sob and Azriel stood up and threw his glass into the fireplace. Whatever alcohol was left in the glass caused the flames to burst. I flinched at the flames and the shadows continue to wind around my shoulders and arms. “I don’t know how long I kept it a secret from them, but they found out eventually. Brannagh learned of it first and was furious. Beat me within an inch of my life, and I just knew the baby didn’t survive that. As soon as Dagdan entered the room and learned what set his sister off… I’ve never seen him grow so cold, especially toward his twin. He dragged her from the room, and soon after, he came in with a healer. The healer confirmed what I already guessed and made me drink a tonic to induce labor. I was about 5 months into the pregnancy and he explained we needed to get the… get the fetus out. That given my condition, this was the best way to do it. Dagdan stayed in the room with me the entire time, but the way he looked at me. It was like he finally realized I was a living, breathing female. Like he finally realized he was someone who could actually produce an heir.

Suddenly, more regular meals were being sent to my cell. Dagdan didn’t participate in their usual antics in the Play Room, but would monitor Brannagh and would call her off if she was inflicting too much pain, not letting me heal enough, or whatever it was he didn’t like at the time. If I was tracking time correctly based on the new meal schedule, I’d say about 4 months of this passed by before they announced they were going to the Spring Court on behalf of their uncle. However soon after they left, the meals stopped coming. I thought maybe it was just another game Brannagh was playing with me, to show me that I can’t escape her, even when we’re an ocean apart. I don’t know much time passed since that day, Rhys, but if they’re still out there somewhere, I can’t –“ A sense of panic cut me off, and breathing suddenly became incredibly difficult.

“Look at me. Sirona, look at me.” Rhys was speaking both out loud and in my mind, trying to clear the rising panic before it could take over. “Both Dagdan and Brannagh are dead. Feyre saw to it herself about a year ago. They cannot hurt you. They cannot touch you. Ever again.” I looked between him and Feyre, trying to convince myself that their deaths wasn’t another illusion they cast. That Feyre actually did it, was able to do what I only dreamed of. But they faked my death, who’s to say they can’t do the same for themselves. They certainly had plenty of enemies that would want to take them out, so they absolutely had plans in place to try and – “No magic was involved in masking anything, Siri. They are gone. Truly gone. No illusions. Nothing was faked. You are safe.” I leaned forward, resting my head in my hands as I tried to calm my breathing.

“I’m very tired, Rhy. Can I take a bath and rest here?”

“Of course, little Princess. Now that I have you back, there’s nowhere else in this world I’d let you go, anyways.” I stood with Rhys, but so did Mor.

“I’m more than happy to take you to your room, Siri. I can help you get your bath together as well.” I looked at Mor and her shining eyes and outstretched hand. Before I took it, I glanced down to my own hand.

“This is where we depart for now, little shadows. I know you can’t keep a secret from Shady to save your existence, so bath times are off limits with your little visits, you hear me?” They quickly circled me before flying off to Azriel or corners of the room. After everything I had said, I couldn’t look at anyone, new or familiar faces. I nodded in everyone’s general direction, but Feyre spoke up before I could leave the room.

“I’ll have dinner brought to your room, if you’d like. Something to eat before you go to bed.”

“I would appreciate that, thank you very much.” I took Mor’s hand, and she led me into the hall and up a set of stairs.

We passed a few rooms on the second floor, but soon Mor opened a door at the end of the hall. “They created a few guest rooms for the nights we all drink a bit much and don’t feel like making our ways home. I’m sure Rhys will agree when I say this room is yours for as long as you want it.”

Walking into the room, I smiled at the soft purples and creams that decorated the space. A vanity stood next to the wardrobe on the opposite side of the bed. The end of the room was a massive wall of windows opening up to a balcony that overlooked the Sidra. It was a beautiful view, and I was grateful to be given this. “There are some clothes in the wardrobe, but I will happily take you out when you’re feeling up to it to fill your closet. Can’t have you rotating through the same two or three outfits, after all.”

I turned to Mor with a smile. “I would like that, thank you.” I watched as she grabbed a set of pajamas from a drawer and then led me to the bath.

“Will you need help?”

“Please?” She nodded, setting the clothes on the counter before turning to the various knobs of the massive tub. Understandably, the tub was big to fit those with wings. I felt a phantom twitch where both of mine once sat and I let the shudder run through my body.

“Can I add any oils for you? Lavender? That was always your favorite. May help you get some sleep tonight, as well.”

“As always, Mor, you know what I need before I do.” While her back was to me, I quickly removed my clothes and slipped into the bath. I closed my eyes with a sigh, already melting into the warmth of the water. While the captain was kind enough to let me use his chambers to wash off the worst of the grime, I still felt dirty.

After another few moments of silence, I watched Mor turn off the water, making the room silent. “Is there anything else I can get you?” Her amber eyes briefly glanced over what was above the water, from my shoulders up.

“Can you stay? Tell me everything that’s happened with you over the last 400 years.” She walked towards where I was in the bath, but paused while behind me. I felt her gaze along what she could see of my back and I slowly moved lower into the water.

“I just realized I never grabbed a towel for you. Let me get that, and I will spend so much time with you, you’ll beg me to leave you alone.”

“Jokes on you then, cousin. I’ll never ask that of you. Of any of you.” She stroked the back of my head briefly before turning back into the bedroom. Leaning my head against the lip of the bath, I closed my eyes and took deep breaths to allow the lavender to flow around me. I listened to Mor move around the room before hearing a muffled laugh.

“I should have known one of you would have been in here. Make yourself useful and tell Az to bring Madja over. We probably should have asked her to come ages ago, but I want her to look Siri over.” I remember the healer Mor is asking for. Rhys always asked for her for any small injury. Cass and I used to make fun of him, asking if we needed to get Madja if he had gotten a paper cut.

After another moment, her footsteps make their way across the tiled floor before she sits beside me, dipping her feet into the water. “So. Everything that’s happened since we last saw each other. I think we’ll need more than one evening.” I smiled, leaning my head against her thigh. Her hands immediately went to my hair to play with it.

“That sounds wonderful to me.”

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Clearing things up for the Rebellion that I don't think would be cleared up through natural dialogue that some people may not come to the conclusion of while reading

(SPOILERS FOR REBELLION OBVIOUSLY)

- XWSI10 is not 500 pounds OR 220 pounds. Both are false guesses made by Hoagie. XWSI10 is 438 pounds.

- it mentions in the text that Hoagie started self harm after Wally's alleged death, but people got confused when it said his grandmother called him selfish after finding out about it. To clear it up - one operative at a time is allowed a two day vacation back on earth to visit family. They almost never take it due to dedication to their goal, but Hoagie ended up going back twice to destress. One of those times, his grandmother found out.

- Chad didn't know Wally was XWSI10. The person he saw being dragged was only seen as a silhouette due to the poor lighting of the jail area, but he eventually realized after the "big reveal" that the person being dragged was Wally prior to the curse which messed him up a bit as mentioned in chapter 13. He also couldn't remember any distinguishing features when he was forced to surgically attach the shock collar because the curse had already mutated every part of him that would allow distinction. Because he abandoned the whole thing at that moment, he never got the chance to find out more. I thought I cleared this up with an old drawing where he asks who the mutated specimen is, but apparently I didn't. Also - Chad assumed XWSI10 died during the collar surgery until seeing him in chapter 1 which is why he wasn't mentioned to the Rebellion. He explained it a bit off scene but... As said prior, he didn't know much more than what the rest of his team had already inferred.

- Lizzie also didn't know Wally was XWSI10. She tried to stay away from him. Not only that, but she didn't realize XWSI10 was a mutated operative until an off scene conversation with Nigel after XWSI10 and Hoagie were rescued after Nigel complained that he just lost the most aggressive operative he could think of.

- Hoagie was the ONLY one who didn't realize Lizzie was an alien until chapter 5, just because everyone thought of it as unspoken truth. They never said it around him because Lizzie was insignificant at that point in time and felt that information was useless, especially to say out loud.

- Lizzie's shock bracelet was removed off scene by Chad, moments after she boarded the ship. Obviously they learned their lesson the first time...

- Rachel's papers aren't being tossed about because they're held together by piece of GKND tech built specifically to keep stacks of papers from flying around during space travel.

- Chad's description of Wally's organs is the correct one. Nigel's is false, as he's going off what the curse *USUALLY* does to the organs when transformed back. A split kidney and enlarged bowels are the typical. However, actual xrays of Wally show that he's missing an entire kidney, his bowels are *shrunk* not enlarged, and his bladder is the one enlarged. It isn't mentioned in the text, but his stomach is abnormally shaped and all other organs are slightly smaller than usual. Other changes occurred in various parts of the bone structure. Nigel wouldn't have possibly known the true problems with his organs as he wouldn't have been capable of receiving an xray of Wally after the curse was lifted as much as possible.

[tokusaatsus]

OMG HI REZE! CONGRATULATIONS ON 300+ FOLLOWERSSSSSSSS!!!!!! (1K soon???)

For the event, may I request 🤭

A,O and S with Kohaku please?

Thank you in advance and CONGRATULATIONS ONCE AGAIN!!! 💓💓💓

OUKAWA KOHAKU + A, O, S

warnings: mild references to blood (canon-typical df activities)

a = affection (how affectionate are they? how do they show affection?)

Kohaku’s affection is more low-key. He’s not used to expressing it well–or at all, for that matter–so don’t expect any grand gestures, like a loud declaration of his affection for you in a crowded area or something similar. If anything, he’s more likely to sneak up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist, burying his face into your back. When it comes to receiving, Kohaku’s more of a physical touch kind of person, but he shows his love by giving you gifts. Little things, like a keychain he won at a gachapon or a bracelet that reminded him of you. If you wear it, or put it somewhere he can see, I guarantee you will have one smug bee-friend.

o = open (when would they start revealing things about themselves? do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Kohaku’s particularly wary when it comes to his past. It’s understandable, really, when you consider it. His biggest fear is you or Aira finding out all the things he’s done–all the ways he’s stained himself, hands dripping with blood–and hating him for it. It’ll take him a lot of time to come to terms with the fact that you might actually want to know more about him. He’ll go slow, giving you small amounts of information at first–microdosing. Then, when he feels that he can tell you without fear of rejection, he’ll delve a little deeper into the nitty-gritty of it all. He’ll spare you the necessary details, and give you a quick summary, waiting for you to pronounce your judgement.

s = security (how protective are they? how would they protect you? how would they like to be protected?)

Kohaku can be pretty overprotective at times–and with good reason. As an Oukawa, he already has a decent number of enemies, and he’s only gained more with his Double Face activities. Enemies who wouldn’t hesitate to use the people he loves, like you and Aira, against him. If the need arises, Kohaku wouldn’t waste any time before kicking the asses of anyone who might have hurt you, whether with his fists or with his words. However, what Kohaku longs for is stability. Being able to relax in the presence of others, without fearing a knife in the back, is something he cannot afford. With you, though… He doesn’t have to worry all that much.

notes!

WC: 410 words

reze txt HAI HAI HARU !! TY TY <3 ( NO WAY LOL 1K IS LIKE. 500 TOO MANY ) omg yes yes ofc u can req kohaku !! here is ur skrunkly <3 i hope u enjoyed it !! mwah mwah <3

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for the @drarrymicrofic​ prompt “Rumours” by Kings of Convenience, this one goes out to @geesenoises​ and @ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm​, whose friendship bracelets inspired this. geese, I saved this as a little birthday gift for you! i feel so lucky to be in your orbit, you are such a gem and I hope you are having an absolutely lovely day. you deserve all the nice things and more. 💖 (T, 500 words)

Someone had thought that what a traumatised group of teenagers needed was arts & crafts, and so it came to pass that the eighth years gathered in a well-lit classroom twice a week and quietly worked out their feelings through a variety of mediums. 

Draco, whose father had never allowed him such frivolous indulgences, looked forward to the two-hour blocks. They were some of the only times he could let his guard down in the castle: while this group of students probably had the most reason to curse him, they didn’t. Ever.

Perhaps it was this budding thing between him and Harry that extended an umbrella of protection over Draco. Or perhaps it was simply that they were all tired of fighting. Either way, Draco took a deep breath every time he crossed the threshold to their sanctuary.

He realised that Harry bounced around to a new station each session, taking in all of the different offerings instead of focusing on one. Which, from what he now knew about the wonder boy and his too-loud brain, felt about right. 

One snowy evening in late November, when Harry and Draco were the only two still awake, avoiding their nightmares and indulging in each other, Harry passed over one of his creations.

“What’s this?” Draco asked, running his fingers reverently over the beads.

“It’s a friendship bracelet.” 

Tiny beads of multicoloured glass were woven between delicate red thread, with an intricate silver dragon at the centre. It felt warm in his hands. 

“You made this… for me?” 

Instead of confirming, Harry brushed his fingers over the sensitive skin of Draco’s wrist, just below his fading Dark Mark. He took the bracelet from Draco’s hand and tied it carefully, arranging the dragon to sit over Draco’s pulse point. 

“I wove some protection spells into it, too.” 

“You didn’t have to— I’m fine—” Draco started sentences he couldn’t finish. 

Harry intertwined their fingers. “Don’t let them tell you who you are, Draco. I’ve seen you, your kindness. You aren’t your father, and you don’t need to answer for his mistakes.”

Draco worried one of the beads with his other hand. “Thank you.”

“And if you need me, just press your lips to the dragon.” Draco raised an eyebrow, and Harry blushed. “It’s flesh memory… just a little something I learned. It’ll make mine heat up.” Harry pulled up his sleeve to reveal a matching bracelet.

“Yours is a dragon, too?” 

Harry nodded and scooted closer on the sofa. “Can I show you something?”

Draco pressed their lips together briefly, unable to have Harry so close without stealing a kiss. “Of course.”

Harry searched Draco’s eyes for a moment before whispering, “Expecto Patronum.” From his wand burst a brilliant silver dragon, soaring around their makeshift common room. The otherworldly glow lit Harry’s handsome features.

“Beautiful,” Draco whispered, watching it dance in the eaves.

Harry raised their joined hands, nuzzling the knob of bone at Draco’s wrist just above where his bracelet kissed Draco’s skin. “You are.”

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[Costume Contextualization] Watch me Traveler, you will be Full of my Wisdom (Nahida Trilogy – Costume)

Hello everyone, I am AdolShadow. I am a religious studies scholar currently studying at NYU who loves Genshin and writes content on Genshin's digital historiography.

This is my first time posting on Tumblr. I am hoping to translate some of my work from other platforms here. As a scholar, I am not only into studying Genshin. I also do research on Sekiro: Shadow Dies Twice, Detroit: Become Human, and many other video games. I am hoping to know other game historians and anyone who is into researching games. I want to befriend all of you and talk about games happily! Thank you all very much in advance.

In this article, I will talk about Nahida. Of course, she has a lot of information in Genshin. Therefore, I will break the sections into the costume’s contextualization, Nahida’s context as a Dendro God in the historical writings, and how Nahida fits the historical background of Sumeru.

Whether it's Raiden, Venti, or Zhongli, Hoyoverse has put a lot of effort into designing Archons. Without further ado, let's take a look at what historical background and culture were referenced in the design of Nahida's costume.

If you like the content, please like and leave a comment below. I actually have a lot of similar content on my Hoyolab channel. Please take a look. I will soon translate more content here.

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Physic of Purity

With pure white clothes and green embellishments, the appearance of Nahida reveals its freshness and purity. In the past 500 years, she has neither experienced the pain of World Tree rot nor witnessed the cruelty of the war in Khaenri'ah. Nahida is undoubtedly happy by her “ignorance” of the world. However, being imprisoned since birth also means that she has never been in contact with the real world and has never used her body to touch or feel it. Therefore, the newly born green and pure white can just reflect Nahida's pure heart and newborn vitality.

Let’s take a look at the picture in detail to find out what is worthy to discuss on Nahida’s costume:

The first thing to notice is the pattern on Nahida's cloth. This dense and characteristic pattern is derived from Persian stained glass. The decoration on Nahida's head comes from the artifacts – Deepwood Memories, but the flower of life part, Labyrinth Wayfarer has a special meaning for Nahida. Additionally, I subjectively think that the material of the Nahida bracelet is brass. The Persian craftsmanship can also be seen in the decorations of the brass on the body and feet. Last but not least, the overall green color comes from the characters of the Persian New Year – Amu Nowruz, [1].

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Persian Stained Glass

(Stained Glass [2])

Stained glass is the procedure of adding metallic oxides in the glass making, which gives the glass colors. Different oxides will give the glass different colors, making an appealing visual effect. The earliest stained glass can be traced back to the craftsmen in ancient Rome, but what I want to talk about here is the stained glass technology introduced to Persia in the 8th century.

In his book The Book of the Hidden Pearl, Persian craftsman Jābir ibn Ḥayyān explained the processes and materials required for making various colored glass [3]. Through this book, the stained glass of Persia is slowly shown to the public. In Sumeru, we can see its displays in various ways. Under the context of Nahida, stained glass is used to portray the beautiful space of the ult, Illusionary Heart.

In fact, the clothes of another Genshin character also displays Persian stained glass craftsmanship. She is the "young" and “beautiful” scholar, Faruzan.

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Heart of the Labyrinth

(Labyrinth/ Maze [4])

Labyrinth was mentioned in one of my previous articles LINK (It is in Chinese). In that article, I roughly talked about the etymology of Labyrinth, which is originally built by the early Greek, Daedalus, as a gift to the King Minos of Crete. Labyrinth is designed to constantly change, and the entrance traveler enters does not necessarily become the exit when the traveler wants to come out. Labyrinth, indeed, is an ever-changing object.

I mention the labyrinth in this article because of the artifact, Deepwood Memories. Among them, the name of the flower of life is Labyrinth Wayfarer. Through the story of the flower of life, we understand that it belonged to the first maiden to follow in the footsteps of the King of trees through the forest labyrinth. In order to guard the king's labyrinth, she must hunt and defend it all the time. In this process, she protected many children who got strayed into this labyrinth. She passed down this tale of herself and the hunt to the children when they left the labyrinth. The story of her then reached to people's ears.

Although I don't think the maiden here refers to the Goddess of Flowers, the story of the flower of life plus the maiden who follows the King of the forest do have a little too much connection at here. Well, not to discuss that, what needs to be pointed out here is that in addition to the above-mentioned characteristics of the “maze,” where people get in and get lost, “Labyrinth” beyond the sense of a maze also guides you into its center.

Lauren Artress said, "A maze is designed to make you lose your way, while a labyrinth is designed to help you find your way" [5]. Therefore, in the labyrinth of Kind of forest, visitors who enter even by accident should not be afraid. The Labyrinth designed by the King will lead visitors to the center and increase their knowledge, rather than make things difficult for them. Doesn't this coincide with the theme of the Lord of Wisdom, Nahida?

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Brass Artifacts

(Persian brass bowl [6])

Persia is not only superb in stained glass craftsmanship, but also in the production of metal utensils, especially silver ones. However, it should be noted here that the historical background of Sumeru is likely to be referred to the Sasanian Empire from the 3rd to the 7th centuries, in which glass craftsmanship talked above is included. However, most of the Persian brass crafts that I can find came from Ilkhanate around the 13th century, which is Persia under Mongolian control. Because the time is not lining up, I don't want to be absolute here. I think the bracelet and anklet on Nahida are brass work, but I'm not sure. (But if it is a silver craft, then it for sure aligns with Sasanian Empire)

In addition to the obvious brass-colored products on Nahida's body in Sumeru, Nilu also has some brass-colored decorations. However, it can be seen from the comparison that Nahida's bracelets obviously have more textures, which shows its exquisite craftsmanship.

Due to the invasion of Islam around the 7th century, the great Sasanian dynasty ended. The use of silverware and goldware in the Arab Empire was particularly regulated, so the Persians had to give up the use of large numbers of silverware as daily necessities. At this time, a method to replace silverware appeared, which is using the base of copperware with silver inlaid [7]. Such silver-inlaid products have many applications in Persian life, such as kettles, clocks, bowls, teapots, and bracelets [8].

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Nowruz

(Nowruz [9])

Persians’ New Year's day, Nowruz, falls on March 21st every year. This holiday belongs to the vast majority of Middle Eastern countries and cultures [10]. For example, my girlfriend will light candles, set up tributes, and celebrate the New Year at this time of year.

In this festival, there is a special person, his name is Baba Nowruz or Amu Nowruz. He is like Santa Claus, coming into the crowd, bringing gifts to children, and welcoming the New Year with them.

(Grandpa Nowruz [11])

Looking at his green coat, it is similar to Nahida's color pattern. Although this does not mean that there is a direct connection between them, if we bring in the concept of the "Sabzeruz Festival", it will the connection clearer.

Sabzeruz Festival, in fact, is related to the Persian New Year in multiple meanings. Sabzeh Nowruz, sprouted wheat, is one of the seven items that need to be prepared on Nowruz [12]. “Sabze” in its meaning is “green,” and “ruz” refers to “day.” Therefore, Sabzeruz Festival actually means Green Day, not really the birthday of the goddess of flowers. However, considering the birthday of the Nahida and the meaning of green as new life, the birthday of Nahida should actually refer to Nowruz, the Persian New Year. Therefore, the green color pattern of Nahida probably has a good connection with Baba Nowruz.

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What’s Next

After talking about the costume of Nahida, I should probably give you a teaser about what is coming next. The second part of the trilogy will be the background and textual research of Nahida, this name and its meaning.

Have you ever thought about the etymology of “Kusanali”? In fact, it comes from the Kusanali Jataka of Buddhism. What about the name, Nahida? It is actually derived from the Persian goddess “Anahita.” Hmm, what about “Rukkhadevata”? Well, that one is basically given in English, because in Hinduism, Rukkhadevata means tree spirit. Finally, “Beur,” the archon name, is our dear friend, Lesser Key of Solomon’s 72 Demon God, Beur. Wow, the name Nahida is so complicated and interesting. Don't you want to know more about the secrets inside Nahida? Stay tuned then!

PS : Thanks to my girlfriend Shah for some of the info here. She gave me a lot of inspiration and information on many art designs of Sumeru (the part with Persian culture).

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Fashion: Myleene Klass, 44, didn't disappoint when it came to fashion when she arrived in style at Classic FM in London on Easter Sunday

Strut: The beauty looked stunning in a colorful printed midi dress from her own range at high street retailer NextShe shielded her eyes behind a pair of sunglasses and completed the ensemble with a choice of necklaces and bracelets. Myleene accentuated her features with a light dusting of makeup and tied her brunette tresses back in a sleek ponytail.It comes after reports Myleene is reportedly set to recreate her iconic 'I'm A Celebrity' shower scene on spin-off show All Stars.The former pop star famously got hearts racing in 2006 by wearing a white two-piece suit in the outdoor shower.It's been reported that she'll be reconsidering the look when she comes to the South Africa show as a latecomer. Speak with The sunA source said, "Myleene couldn't wait to have her moment again and bring out the white bikini."She knows the effect it had last time and wanted to give him a cheeky nod."She's proud of her body 16 years after the original show and wants to show women that they can be confident and strong in their 40s."Myleene has become synonymous with white bikinis since her appearance on I'm a Celebrity...Get Me Out of Here in 2006.

Expensive: Her dress had a crew neck and puff sleeves and Myleene cinched her waist with a black leather Chanel belt – which cost a cool £500

Style: She strutted her stuff in towering gold heels, a color story she carried into her accessories

Style: The dress also featured a chic backless detail The nation's attention was caught when the star took a shower in the jungle while wearing a tiny two-piece that showed off her incredible figure. The source adds that Myleene will reportedly launch a Next swimwear range while the show airs so fans can recreate the iconic look.The famous tiny white bikini was auctioned for £7,500 for charity and Myleene later revealed it was a last minute purchase.She explained that she only spent £20 on the skimpy two-piece after producers told her the striped number she originally wrapped wouldn't look good in the film.In 2020, she reflected on the swimwear that helped make her a household name on I'm a Celebrity.She wrote: "It feels like I was in the jungle just yesterday! Every time I see this picture I can't believe how fate handled it all.

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Stunner: She's recreated the look many times since her visit to the jungle "I remember one of the producers on the show checking my bikinis at the hotel before I went to camp. One was covered with stripes. ''We need to stop at the shops as this is likely to be flashed on camera''."I ran into the store on my way to the jungle and asked the clerk for the simplest bikini she had. Best $40 I've ever spent... mostly because so much was raised for charity.Since her appearance, a slew of female stars have attempted to recreate their iconic shower scenes during their time at camp.Myleene ended up finishing second behind Matt Willis and is considered one of the surprising latecomers in the All-Stars camp alongside Georgia Toffolo and Joe Swash.Icon Gillian McKeith, known for her dramatic swoon scene, Dean Gaffney and Andrew Whyment could also be among the returnees. They will reportedly join previously announced stars Helen Flanagan, Carol Vorderman, Amir Khan, Janice Dickinson, Paul Burrell, Jordan Banjo, Shaun Ryder, Fatima Whitbread and Phil Tufnell. Read the full article

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The global demi-fine jewellery market was valued at US$ 2,541.40 Million in 2033, with a compound annual growth rate (CAGR) of 3% anticipated from 2023 to 2033. Demi-fine jewellery is an appealing gift option for consumers of all ages and on a variety of occasions due to its affordability and use of high-quality materials. As a result, it stimulates the demand for demi-fine jewellery.

The burgeoning e-commerce industry increased product online presence, and excessive use of social media and apps have created lucrative growth opportunities for the market to expand its customer base. Therefore, Over the forecast period, a huge variety of jewel pieces such as pendants, various earrings, bracelets, rings, and others will drive a huge number of customers to wear unique styles and desires. (2023-2033).

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In 2016, Net-a-Porter was one of the first just several websites to launch a demi-fine jewellery line, and since then, the percentage of demi-fine jewellery fashion brands has increased by 250.5%. Big manufacturers of the demi-fine jewellery market create a wide range of demi-fine jewellery aimed specifically at female customers. Furthermore, the product's popularity among women helps to increase its adoption in this industry.

Factors such as increasing prevalence of vascular diseases, technological advancements in embolization products and procedures, increasing research and development activities, and growing demand for minimally invasive procedures are driving the market growth. Europe is expected to have the fastest Growth rate of 3.5% during the forecast period. This is due to the rise in the supply of affordable and elegant jewellery.  In 2022, Asia Pacific had the biggest market share of more than 45.3%. The sheer volume of key players in the region, such as Tanishq, Queelin, and others, has made significant contributions to catapult consumption.

“During the forecast period, a wide range of jewel pieces such as pendants, various earrings, bracelets, rings, and others will inspire a large number of customers to wear demi-fine jewellery in unique styles and desires,” says an analyst at Future Market Insights.

Key Market Players

Top players in the demi-fine jewellery industry are Missoma Limited, Edge of Ember, Catbird, Astley Clarke Limited, WWAKE, Inc., Loren Stewart, Monica Vinader Ltd., Natasha Schweitzer, Sarah & Sebastian Pty Ltd. The key companies in the demi-fine Jewellery market are expanding internationally to meet demand, and implementing designs through ongoing development is likely to accelerate the Demi-fine Jewellery market forecasts revenue growth.

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