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[wedding-engagement-rings]

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[steviescrystals]

SO fucking sick of my nose piercing being infected for no reason literally what am i doing wrong!!!

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[papermonkeyism]

Got my severance pay today, and to honor the occasion of seemingly having a little more money than usual I slipped and performed a financial irresponsibility by ordering couple new septum rings.

One's a plain gold ring just like the one I have now, but sliiiiightly bigger (not big enough to require stretching, but still two millimeters more radius), and made of gilded sterling silver instead of colored titanium.

The other's a cheap gold colored surgical steel one with some zircon stones, for special occasions like family weddings or something.

Never really had jewelry before, but maybe a little treat now that I do have one (1) piercing through my flesh. It has been almost a year since the piercening too, so I think it counts as an occasion for celebration!

[preciousbarnes]

bucky asking you to marry him?

Happy Ever After

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: some minor negative self talk/thoughts, fluff, happy tears

Bucky couldn’t bring himself to be the one to ask. Of course, back in the 40’s before the trauma and the abuse and the winter soldier he had always imagined himself becoming a family man; but, that didn’t seem to be something in the cards for him now.

Then, he met you.

You were everything he had ever dreamed of all those decades ago. Kind, sweet, gentle, full of love that you gave him so willingly; even after learning of his past.

When he thought of his future now, you were at his side. But, he never let his thoughts venture to marriage and kids. Even after all the years of extensive therapy, he still struggled with feeling undeserving of your commitment and unconditional love that you gave him. Part of him always assumed someday, all his baggage would take its toll, and you would make the decision to leave.

You weren’t about to let him live the rest of his life with you thinking this way. So, you got planning. You talked to Steve to learn Bucky’s upcoming mission schedule so you could ensure you picked a time where the night and next couple days would be free. You took Bucky on a romantic mini-vacation to a cabin Tony owned in the woods, where it would just be the two of you. You stocked the cabin with all the necessities for you both, including ingredients to make Bucky’s favorite dish; your lasagna. You both sat together at the dining table that night, under candlelight with a bouquet of beautiful wildflowers and your delicious meal.

Bucky sipped his beer, leaning back in his chair and feeling utterly spoiled and stuffed after dinner. Part of him worried he must have missed an important date for you to have gone all out like this. Did he forget his birthday again?

He worked up the courage to ask you finally, and was relieved by your soft chuckle and shake of your head, telling him no, he hadn’t forgotten anything. Instead, you told him, you hoped this day would turn into a special date for you both. He cocked his head, uncertain what you meant.

You reached in your pocket and pulled out a simple titanium band, and Bucky sucked in a breath looking at it gleam in the light. His eyes went from the band to your eyes, searching them for an explanation.

“I love you James. And I know you love me. I also know a part of you still thinks I’m going to get fed up with something and leave someday. But you’re it for me, Bucky. You’re my past, my present, my future; you’re my everything. Just as I am yours. Would you give me the honor of becoming your wife? Will you marry me?” You asked him softly, a gentle smile gracing your face as you held the ring out to him.

You see tears gather in Bucky’s eyes, and he blinks rapidly to clear them. He shakily smiles, and clears the lump of emotion that had formed in his throat. After a moment, he speaks.

“I think this is supposed to be the other way around, Doll. But yes, of course, I’ll marry you, sweetheart. I don’t want anything else as much as I want forever with you,” he tells you, leaning across the table to kiss you so gently and full of love and emotion.

You find yourselves wrapped up in bed together later that night, warm and sated and content. Your head rests on his chest, your legs entangled and you hold his hand, playing with the new addition to his hand, the simple wedding band resting there looking like it’s always belonged there.

Suddenly, Bucky moves, gently moving your head to rest on the pillow as he stands in all his naked glory, shamelessly crossing the room to his suitcase, rummaging through it silently.

You smirk, taking him in.

“Not that I mind the show, babe, but what are you doing?” You ask him with a giggle in your voice.

He finds what he was looking for, an old and small box from a lifetime ago in his hands.

“I have something for you, it was my ma’s. She passed it down to me, and Steve held on to it while he thought I was gone. It’s yours now.” His husky voice told you as he opened the box, revealing a beautiful engagement ring that had once been his mothers. You hand moves to cover your mouth as your eyes fill with tears, holding your left hand out to him as he takes the ring out of the box, then slipping it on your finger. Surprisingly to the both of you, it’s original size was a perfect fit.

“I brought it with me this weekend. I don’t know why, it usually stays in my safe with my guns, but something told me to bring it. My ma gave it to me, after I was drafted. It stayed on my dog tags for a while in the war, until I decided to put it back in the box when I worried about it getting damaged. I thought it was long gone until Steve gave it back to me a few years back. My ma hoped I’d find a nice girl to settle down with, have a family with. She woulda loved you, doll.” He says softly as he sits back down on the bed next to you, getting back under the covers. His hand reaches up and brushes some of your hair back behind your ear, coming down to cradle your cheek.

You lean into the touch, tears forming again at the mention of his mother. You wish you could have met the woman responsible for the amazing man you felt so blessed to have.

“I would have loved her too, Bucky. I do love her, and I’m so thankful to her for having such an amazing son.” You whisper to him before leaning in and giving him another sweet kiss. You both lost yourselves in the feeling of the kiss, the happiness and love radiating off of you both. You both were getting your happily ever afters.

[hazelhearts]

We'll Be Alright

Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

summary: love takes time, especially when the person you love hurts you in the worst way possible

content/warnings: suicidal thoughts, depressive thoughts, miscommunication trope, wandavision, heartbreak

note/request: ahh my first wanda fic! it's been a long time coming. i put so much of myself into this one so I hope you guys love it as much as I do. warning, it hurts bad.

word count: 2.1k words

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Staying behind on missions had been a pretty normal thing for you over the past couple of weeks. You could listen to the dumb reasons Tony talked about for hours and hours every day, but the simpler thought is that he's an ass.

Usually Wanda would insist on staying back with you, but she didn't say a word this time. You assumed it was because of Vision. Things have gotten pretty tense between them the past couple of days, and sadly it wasn't the bad kind of tense.

Anyone with eyes could see that Wanda was gorgeous. But beyond that she was kind, compassionate, independent, and knew what she wanted. Not many people could say that these days. Especially not the clump of metal that's been trying to win her over.

Loving Wanda was honestly one of the worst things you could have ever done for yourself. She's been an emotional rock since Pietro, barely letting anyone in. You had only recently broken down some of the barriers, able to convince her to hang out with you. Most of the time it was just sitting silently in each others presence, but that was enough for you.

As the thoughts continued to run through your head, your phone suddenly rang. It took a couple of rings to really gain your attention, but the caller ID made you pick up so fast that it didn't really matter.

"Wanda?"

"Hey Y/N, um Tony wanted me to tell you to make sure that you washed the dishes. Something about how you kept skipping your assigned days?" The joy of talking to Wanda was always dulled by the mention of stick up his ass Stark. Sure you'd skipped a couple of days, but Thor loved doing them! He said that they didn't have to do it in Asgard and that it was one of his favorite mortal pastimes.

"Yeah, tell the asshole that they'll be done. But not because he wants me to, because I wanna eat dinner at some point tonight and the man doesn't touch a dirty dish." Wanda's laugh made the annoying remark worth it, the image of her smile making you grin like an idiot.

"Okay well that's all. See you later." She hung up before you could get out another word. Damn, so much for trying to be smooth Y/N.

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The team returned about two hours later, minimal injuries across the board. Wanda seemed to be the worse off. If you looked really closely, you could see a slight limp.

"Wanda-"

"C'mon, let's patch you up." If you weren't in front of the entire team, you'd crush that tin man into a cube and ship him to the nearest manufacturing facility.

Wanda and Vision walked into her room, practically staring into each other's souls. You were disgusted by the pda, that's all. Right?

"Stark, what's on the menu tonight?" Steve received a glare that was probably supposed to be intimidating but ended up making him look constipated.

"Whatever I put on the table. Now scram, or no one gets fed." You had never seen so many full-grown adults run out of a room at the same time.

You stopped in front of Wanda's room hoping the asshole of a robot was gone. For once, your wish was granted.

"Wands?" You lightly knocked on the door frame to keep from startling her. She nodded her head at you, as distant as ever.

"Wanna watch a movie? I picked out a few I thought you'd like." You knew there was too much hope in your voice but you couldn't help it. Since the titanium twat waffle showed up, you barely ever had a moment alone with Wanda.

"I'm sorry Y/N. Vision and I were actually going to do something tonight. Maybe some other time?" You forced the smile to stay on your face, refusing to show her any negative emotions.

"Oh yeah, sure. Another time." You walked out without another word, debating on asking Tony to deactivate the thorn in your side before you did it yourself.

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You began to feel immune to the passing of days as you and Wands drifted further and further apart. Every second she wasn't on a mission was spent with Vision. Your heart broke more every day, if that was even possible.

The rest of the team had started to notice your absence. Even when you were with them physically, you were somewhere else. They knew that asking Wanda to read your mind was out of the question. You had clarified that the first time the idea was spoken. Since then, they've all worried in silence. Even shithead Stark was starting to worry about you.

The team (minus you, Wanda, and Vision) got together and put it to a vote. Who would be the one to check on you? None of them really wanted to since emotions were not their strong suit, but it had to be done. The vote ended in a tie between Nat and Steve. Steve, being the only one brave enough to actually do it, knocked on your door a few minutes later.

"Y/N? It's Steve. Can I come in?" No response.

"Y/N, give me some sign that you're alive." Nothing, yet again.

"Alright, I'm coming in." Steve opened the door and there you were, staring out the window.

There were dark bags under your eyes, dried tears splattered across your face, and a haze over your eyes that Steve hadn't ever seen before. Your clothes looked like they hadn't been washed in weeks, as they probably hadn't. Your room was surprisingly clean, seeming as if no one had lived in it for quite a long time. It was true, since what you were doing wasn't really living.

"Y/N..." He knelt down next to the chair you were in, looking out the window. He knew you probably didn't want to talk, but you had to. No one had heard a single word come out of your mouth in months. Not even Wanda.

"Y/N/N, talk to me kid. I'm worried, Nat's worried, we're all worried. You haven't said a word in months, you barely eat, and you barely ever leave this room. I need you to talk to me." Your head turned towards Steve, absent look still present behind your eyes.

"Do you ever feel like the universe is plotting against you? Like, every time you find happiness, it comes in and squashes it?" Your voice was completely monotone apart from the scratch that showed just how unused it was.

"Kid, I should have been dead ages ago. I lost the woman I loved, the life I was living, and my best friend in what felt like a month to me. So yeah, I understand." Your head turned back to the window, but your eyes slowly focused more on the area around you.

"I'm just tired, Steve. I'm so damn tired. I'm tired of hurting, I'm tired of thinking, and honestly I think I'm even tired of living. Everything hurts." Steve's hand came up to rub your back, giving you the slightest bit of comfort.

"Well, let's wake you up. I know that there's no automatic remedy, but we can try can't we? How about you start with a nice shower, brushing your teeth, and changing out of these nasty clothes?" Your hand found Steve's on the armrest of the chair, giving it a light squeeze.

"Are you saying I stink Rogers?" You both let out a laugh, his much stronger than yours, but still a laugh. The first laugh you'd had in months. It felt good.

"God yes. You smell like a sewer. Now, go." Steve laughed as he left the room, and you got out of the chair.

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"Y/N/N! We missed you!" Thor practically ran to you and scooped you up into a hug, cutting off all of your oxygen.

"Can't- breathe. Thor, o-oxygen!"

"Shit! Sorry tiny." He finally let you go, your face slowly gaining back color. You smiled, really smiled.

"I might be tiny but that doesn't mean I can't beat the shit out of you blondie!" Everyone laughed, happy to have a bit of the old Y/N back, no matter how little.

"I made breakfast!" Tony came around in his signature Kiss the Cook apron, a huge plate on pancakes holding on for dear life.

"God, you read my mind." You and the rest of the team rushed to the table, excited as ever to scarf down every bit of food within reach.

One thing you did happen to notice was Wanda. She sat next to you, as far away from Vision as possible. You dismissed it, trying not to get your hopes up as it didn't work out well at all last time.

You practically inhaled the food, finishing three plates in record time. You even beat Thor's personal record, pissing him off more than ever.

You saw Wanda approach you out of the corner of your eye, keeping your head facing down towards the sink. You were sure that these dishes had never been as thoroughly scrubbed as they were right then.

"Y/N? Can we talk?" You risked looking up at her, seeing only sadness behind those beautiful emerald eyes you loved. The sight made you want to throw up.

"Yeah sure, we can go to my room." You put the final dish away, leading Wanda towards your room and shutting the door behind you.

"Okay, what's up?" Before you could even fully turn around, Wanda collapsed into your arms. You grabbed onto her as tightly as you could, holding her as close to you as you could manage.

"I missed you. God, I missed you so much. I read your thoughts, I know you asked me not to, but I had to! You were never around and I was worried! I saw everything, everything about me." You were definitely going to puke.

"Oh god Wanda. You were never supposed to see that." You averted your eyes, unable to look at the woman you loved. You couldn't face her rejection when you were just starting to pick yourself back up.

"Y/N, look at me, please." She put her finger under your chin, raising your head enough to look into her eyes.

"I love you, I should have said it sooner. I just- I thought you could never feel the same way. You were always so fun and amazing, I never thought you'd want me. So, I went to Vision, trying to get over you. But it didn't work! I can't stop thinking about you, and I think you can't stop thinking about me either." The words you always wanted to hear were finally spoken to you, and all you felt was dread.

"Wanda, of course I still think about you. I can't help it. But I'm not in the place for a relationship right now. I just started trying to get myself back together. I just started recovering from the first time you broke me. I can't put myself through that again yet. No matter how much I love you, I need to love me for a while." Wanda slowly nodded her head, averting her eyes this time.

"It's not a no, it's a give me time. I don't wanna make you wait, but I can't do it. I love you Wanda, so much, and knowing you feel the same way about me? I'm over the moon. But I need time, time to gather all these thoughts I'm having and pull myself together." You grabbed Wanda's hand, giving it a comforting squeeze.

"I understand. I'm happy you're taking care of yourself." She smiled at you. You could tell it was forced, but you appreciated the effort.

"Do you think we can be friends, y'know, until you're ready?" You smiled right back at Wanda, yours much more sincere than hers.

"I would want nothing more. But, I do have one request."

"What might that be?" Wanda smirked, making you even more confident in what you were about to do.

"This." You kissed her. You poured every bit of love and care you had for her into the kiss, expressing all the words you couldn't say with the movements of your tongue and lips. Wanda kissed back just as passionately, love nearly drowning you.

You both knew that it would take time. You needed to heal, and Wanda did too. You'd both been through a lot, emotionally and mentally. But, until you got your happy ending, you could have her by your side supporting you in the same way she used to. That would be enough, for now.

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[moonsharky]

Hi hello! Where did you get your ring splits? They look really cool

hiii! i got them from this wonderful small business called zebra splints. the owner is someone who also has hypermobile ehlers danlos syndrome and handmakes the splints.

because they are high quality and handmade they will end up becoming very pricey if you need them for more than just a couple of joints, and depending on the material and add ons (i had to get add ons for each of mine bc of the multiple ways my fingers sublux/dislocate and had to get titanium due to allergies). i would recommend getting a cheap plastic us ring sizer from amazon or something so you can get the exact sizes you need. i didnt do this and the sizing is just very slightly off on most of them 😭

it also seems like theyre having a summer sale atm which would be helpful with the pricing. if you have any other questions about them lemme know 💚

[borninwinter81]

My piercings + ear redecorating!

I got my first lobe piercings when I was around 10 (scary old fashioned gun, at a jeweller, it was 1992 and no-one really knew better).

Throughout my mid to late teens I pierced my ears myself 4 more times with sewing needles. *obligatory warning that this was very stupid and can go horribly wrong, go to a professional*. Luckily for me I didn't get any infections or keloids.

I've had a few other piercings over the years but my ear ones are the only ones I still have, with the addition of a rook and a helix - those were all done professionally.

I took out my lip and tongue due to worry about tooth damage, my wrist surface piercing I only kept for a month as although I loved it, it was also super annoying and kept getting caught on things. I also removed my eyebrow in the last couple of years as it was also getting on my nerves. I'm a pretty rare beast as I managed to keep my eyebrow piercing from the age of 17 up to my late 30s, and I could probably still get it back in now. Eyebrow piercings are notorious for rejecting and growing out, but that never happened with mine. I generally heal piercings extremely well.

I retired my second lobes when I started stretching as I didn't want them to get in the way. My right has been at 16mm for about 15 years now. At the time I liked being asymmetrical, however late last year I decided I wanted to stretch the left up to match. Its currently at 5mm.

For almost the entire time I've had ear piercings they've been just plain steel - like the pic on the right. Remember, the body piercing era I started out in was the late 90s, and back then apart from surgical steel all you could get was horrible plastic stuff, and the occasional glittery gemstone. I'm not into bling. Titanium wasn't even a thing you could get for piercings at that point, and neither was internally threaded jewellery, which meant having interesting ends on them wasn't really possible.

I tend to forget that there are a lot more options now, so coinciding with stretching my left ear I've been scouring the Internet for jewellery I like. So far I have what you see here, though I do also have an ankh stud on the way. These are all titanium, and from 2 UK sellers, Herbie and Lou, and Deep Blue Piercing, whom I found on Etsy. Deep Blue does have their own website, but the pricing is the same as Etsy.

All my studs are labret studs as I find the flat back and the slightly larger gauge (1.2mm or 16g to Americans) much more comfortable. I never wear conventional earrings.

I do like to wear dangly ones which I remove the hooks from and put on a hinged segment ring, which I then hang from my tunnels. Here are a couple of examples.

The fly is from Kattie Whittle, and is one of my favourite pairs. The other one was from a charity shop. Both are surprisingly lightweight for such large earrings.

Though I think it can look awesome, for me personally I don't really like lots of large dangles up my ear, so I'm sticking with the studs in the rest of my lobes for now.

I'll fill them slowly but surely as I find more studs I like. I'd also really love to find some nice jewellery to put in my rook - you can get oval clickers for them, or I could switch out the ends of my horseshoe bar for some more interesting ones, or get a curved barbell and do the same thing. We will see 😁

I'm open to suggestions of good shops to get jewellery from, though of course it's much better for me if they're UK based. I don't really want to spend more on postage than I do on the jewellery!

[gavinsdeviant]

Consequences

I did this fic for the Bad Things Happen Bingo for the prompt Muzzled.

Hope you enjoy!

cw/tw- brief mention of injury/blood, Alexis & Quinn as a power couple, cliffhanger, angst, maybe comfort in part 2??

word count- 575

fandom- RedactedAudio (known as RedactedASMR)

pair- Milo & Sweetheart

@davidshawswife @daveysangelsposts 

This is for @thesunandmoons-blog -- the OG Alexis to me <3

They bite back a groan as Alexis digs a hand into the wound at their side. They bare their teeth, core flaring. 

The female vampire grins down at them as she brings her hand up to lick Sweetheart’s blood off her fingers. The smile stretches too wide for her face, red hair flaring out behind her. 

“I do hope that wolf of yours enjoys seeing you suffer.”

They bark out a weak laugh and lean forwards. “Trust me... it’s you who will suffer. Where’s that sadistic boyfriend of yours, by chance?” Her quicksilver eyes flash with surprise before anger takes over her face. 

“What can a stealth do, bound up?” she snarls, shoving her face closer- close enough Sweetheart catches their own blood on her breath. “At our mercy...?”

The red hot spike of panic catches the investigator off-guard, but they shove it down, raising a brow at the feeder glaring down at them.  “I know. You are aware of that, right? Just so you know I take my job very seriously.”

Then again, Alexis had never been one for secrets-- Quinn being one of them. And Sweetheart knew what they had gotten themselves into when they came here. Their arrogance had landed them here... it would also be the thing that’d get them out. 

“So how about we just skip the unpleasantness and get to the-”

A loud bang rings through the space as the titanium doors slam open and a tall, blonde vampire walks in. With the file they’d been given, and all the photos, it was obvious. 

Quinn. 

He strides into the room and grabs Alexis by the waist in a flurry of copper curls. He presses a rough kiss to her cheek and her features soften. 

She clings to him as he turns to look at Sweetheart after, an oily smile creeping onto his face. 

Oh no. Something was definitely not right. 

“Bring him in.”

They almost fell to their knees as two males shove Milo into the room. He has a muzzle on his face to keep his mouth out of sight and out of mind. He strains to get it off and shakes his head up and down.

He’s not a fucking dog, they wanted to shout, over and over again as he twists in the restraints. 

Before they can catch his gaze, Quinn steps to block their view. He reaches down to grab their chin. 

“So you see,investigator, you came at just the right time. Killed two birds with one stone,” he laughs, the sound half-crazy. “You’ve been digging into something that clearly does not concern you. But I also need to send a message.”

Milo growls from his spot across the room as he steps back to reveal them, his light green eyes murky. 

“So now... choose.”

They blink up at him, confused. 

“Milo... or you, little mouse?” 

No.

He wouldn’t. 

“That wolf in that pack of yours,” he bites out,” needs to know what it is to get caught up in the wrong crowd.”

Tank.

“They need to learn the consequences!” he shouts, voice traveling and booming through the open space.  Milo thrashes against the bonds. 

Alexis touches a hand to his but he jerks back as if burned, glaring. 

“Get what’s coming to them,” he yells, louder now.

A new voice rings out then, one that makes Quinn stiffen, as they say,” Oh, I will get what’s coming to me. As long as you do.”

[disasterghaster-moved]

Sometime during one of the evenings he actually had some time, he was going to bundle up a small bushel of tiger lilies along with an envelope. Place a subtle, smooth and black titanium ring in there with a little note from himself.

The ring had an engraving on the inside- an abstract-ish shape of a tiger with a few prominent stripes that was entangled with a long, eastern looking dragon with somewhat shiny scales.

The note said:

“Sorry I missed Valentine’s Day. I lost track of the days. I love you. Here’s the ring I promised. Should fit you but if not, I’ll have it resized. Come find me whenever. - Char”

The tiger lilies were fresh. Not arranged in any particular fashion- more natural than anything since he knew she did not put much stock in actual arrangements. But they were the flowers that reminded him of her, as always.

Might have missed out on the actual day, but he would not miss a romantic opportunity unless he was dead.

Having some solitary space to process the gifts was nice, anyway. She wasn't very good at being directly treated nice or romantically.

She spent a couple hours just sort of touching or sniffing flowers in passing. And debating if she was going to wear the ring finger or add it to the necklace Worth's bottlecap was on.

...

Maybe she could do both. Necklace when working and finger when not. She didn't find as much random trouble as she used to...

Mn.

She put it on and sat down somewhere for a bit, on the floor, like a sack of potatoes.

Why was everything like this so hard?

She asked the stuffed bear that question too, but they didn't have an answer for her.

[wedding-engagement-rings]

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[nonhumen]

@chaosbled : Chuuya doesn’t bring the holiday up once that week. The Port Mafia had been exceptionally busy with a new gang attempting to move in on the docks recently, & the young Boss had clearly had his hands full; often by the time he returned to the apartment he barely had the energy to force down a quick meal he didn’t bother tasting before collapsing in bed next to the brunet, exhausted.

The morning of Valentine’s Day, Chuuya got up, showered & made breakfast for the two of them while scrolling through his phone, checking on the local news stories, keeping himself up to date on Yokohama’s current events. Nothing about his behaviour would set off any alarms. Once they were done he packed Dazai a lunch ( as per usual; he always insisted on it ), gave him a kiss goodbye & left for work. The whole day was seemingly uneventful, one would think Chuuya didn’t even realize what the date was. He texted Dazai a couple of times, but not for any specific reason, just talking. He mentioned having to stay at work a bit later that night & apologized in advance that he’d get home after Dazai. Despite the promise of coming home to a dark, empty apartment, it became quickly evident that he’d been intentionally misled.

The door was unlocked, soft classical music drifting through the apartment along with the delicious scent of cooked dinner. Coming home to Chuuya cooking wasn’t unusual, per se, but the fact that the table had been moved to the balcony was, & the lit candles & gleaming silverware on a long red tablecloth, the vase of stargazer lilies definitely was. Hearing the door open, Chuuya turned around to look at Dazai, & beamed. Gone was his work attire, he was now dressed in a pale gray turtleneck & black jeans tucked into dark brown knee-high boots. His copper coloured hair was pulled up into a ponytail, though the shorter parts of his bangs had come loose & were now framing his face in a slight wave.

“ Ah, there you are. I was beginning to think you were going to miss dinner. ” Chuuya walked over to greet the other man with a kiss, not having to lean up quite as much due to the boots added height. He stepped behind Dazai to tug off the brunet’s coat & hang it up. “ I made a jasmine rice & veggie stir fry, seared a couple of steaks in ginger & thyme. Oh! I also tried something new, crab-stuffed mushrooms! I think they turned out well, but you’ll have to tell me if it’s any good. I have a strawberry cheesecake in the fridge, but that’s for dessert. ” He hugged Dazai from behind, sighing contentedly. “ Oh, shit, I nearly forgot. Don’t go anywhere! ” He quickly left the kitchen, down the hallway, & the sound of ruffling could be heard. When he returned, he had a jewellery box in one hand. Not quite small enough to be a ring but definitely too large to be something like a new watch. Holding it up for Dazai to see, he gingerly opened it.

Two titanium bracelets sat in the cushioned box; metal strands winding together in a braided look, one coloured a pearly white with a hint of black & the other a deep black with a hint of white, each with a singular rectangular bead adorning it in the opposite bracelet’s colour. “ I… we’re coming up on almost a year now. I wanted to get you something nice that wouldn’t give you a heart attack. ” Chuuya laughed, cheeks turning pink, a hint of nervousness to his voice. He took the white one out of the box & reached out to slip it around the brunet’s wrist. He did up the clasp & pulled his hands away, blue eyes carefully studying Dazai’s expression, looking for any sign he hated it. Despite the sturdy look, it was incredibly lightweight. The little black bead caught the light & sparkled, rotating with movement.

…There was an engraving on the back; delicate white calligraphy standing out against the black metal — it read, His Mackerel. On closer inspection, the white bead on Chuuya’s bracelet had black writing on it — His Slug. Chuuya hadn’t just gone out & found them, clearly, they were custom made.

“ Happy Valentine’s Day, love. ”

there is no denying the effects of being in a relationship with chuuya has had on dazai. no longer left to his own devices, dazai both sleeps more and eats more. there's meat on his bones, no longer toeing the line of underweight do to his incredibly horrible and unhealthy eating habits. his sleep is regulated when he's not working overnight simply because chuuya always insists on spending their mornings together. sometimes, at least, dazai thinks he feels lighter.

it's not something he would ever call attention to. he's simply content with letting it happen. things are easier that way. but dazai isn't the romantic, chuuya is, and so when nothing is said on the morning of the lover's holiday, dazai doesn't think much on it. for him, it's more a day to annoy his co-workers than anything truly genuine. and so despite all of his cunning and strategy, chuuya still manages to surprise him.

the delectable smells of dinner hit his sense as soon as he opens the door. lips part where he stands as auburn eyes immediately go to the candle-lit table on the balcony. he doesn't know how to react, doesn't know what to do in the face of such a pure and happy love. but dazai does know that chuuya, with that brilliant hair framing his face, looks beautiful in the low light.

the detective is still stunned into silence as his partner speaks to him, kisses him, takes his coat from him. it's only when the mafia boss goes to rummage for something is dazai allowed a moment to catch himself. he's never been good when faced with situations like this, where true feelings are involved, but he finds himself smiling all the same. " honestly, this is already more than-- " he cuts himself off as chuuya presents him with a box. his mind immediately goes to a terrified, darker place for a split second before he notes that the size of the box is too large. instead he tilts his head in curiosity as chuuya reveals its contents.

the bracelets look quiet well-made. dazai suspects a luxury design simply because it is chuuya. he does not expect them to be custom until he catches the stark white characters on the back as the redhead clasps it around his wrist. dazai stares at the gift with an almost childlike wonder as he holds his arm up to examine the bracelet in the light. and then he laughs. it's strange to have something bubble out of him from the lightness in his chest. it's strange to even have a lightness in his chest.

but when he does gaze back at chuuya, his expression of joy. somewhere in the back of his mind, dazai wonders how long this happiness will last this time. he knows such things are fleeting but he thinks he would like to live in this one moment for as long as possible. " almost a year? and so much has happened already. " dazai reaches out and plucks the remaining bracelet from the box before pulling chuuya's wrist close to him. " we even got to work together again. " he clasps the piece of jewelry on chuuya's opposite wrist from his own. " i'm glad i was alive for that at least. "

[trip-tuckers-hyperspanner]

The Time Archer Found Out - 6

5 Times T'Pol Kept a Secret and 1 Time She Didn't

Once again, Jon was watching his most senior officers standing together and acting… weird. Over the past four months, they had all corrected their behavior and did their best to pretend as if nothing was going on. After all, the admiralty would never allow for interpersonal relationships on this vessel if they knew. It was a good thing he was a romantic — he hated to see lovers split up over things that could easily be curbed. Stupid relationships could be avoided for sure, but he had a good idea Hoshi and Malcolm were going to get married. The ring she wore on her finger now was pretty hard to miss even if it wasn’t made out of a titanium alloy often used in Engineering. 

Trip still hadn’t said anything about his fiancée to him. He would always say something about wedding plans and that he wasn’t sure if he wanted Archer to officiate the ceremony or if he wanted him to be his best man. Archer, of course, didn’t know whether or not he wanted to have best man rights, officiant rights, or both. Whoever this girl was, she was totally content to wait until after arriving back on Earth to marry him.

While the last time he spectated his senior staff behaving like… whatever, he had been on the Bridge. Today, he was in the mess hall and wondering when somebody was going to speak up. He hadn’t ever seen this mysterious girl around Trip, so he was starting to wonder if she even existed. Maybe it was some big prank being pulled.

But if that was the case, it was a really long and dedicated prank. 

He had a cup of coffee in his hand, trying his hardest to read lips. Malcolm had his back turned to him; Hoshi was to the side; T’Pol wasn’t talking; Trip was running his mouth and Archer couldn’t figure it out. He moved closer to listen in. 

“…and flowers! I totally forgot about flowers. What’d’you think, T’Pol? What would smell the least offensive?” the Chief Engineer asked, talking a lot with his hands. “We gotta take that into consideration before we start pickin’ stuff, right?”

“Oh! Could we have pineapple hors d’oeuvres?” Malcolm asked. He shifted on his feet. 

“Anything you guys want is good with me,” Hoshi told them. T’Pol merely lifted her chin up in agreement. 

“I would prefer lilacs and lilies of the valley, but otherwise, my nasal numbing agent will still be in effect.” She looked at all her companions. “I have no specific desires for the ceremony other than having it completed. I’m certain Ensign Sato feels similarly.”

Archer almost choked on his coffee. T’Pol was allowed to give input on Trip’s wedding? Since when? And it was a double wedding? When did that happen?

And then Jon saw it. 

He heard it, too. 

Trip set his hand on T’Pol’s shoulder. “Are ya sure, honey? This is supposed to be all our big day. When I marry you, I want all your dreams to come true.” 

She didn’t remove his touch. “Dreams are irrational when everything I desire is already happening.”

Malcolm and Hoshi blinked. “Gosh, I didn’t think you two would get so emotional over a wedding.”

“We aren’t emotional,” Trip scoffed. 

Archer couldn’t help himself from laughing as he walked away. He had to process all of this! It was insane! It couldn’t have been real!

The next time he thought he should have said something to Trip and T’Pol was during a debriefing in the situation room. For the first time in weeks, he noticed they weren’t bickering or arguing. In fact, they hadn’t been bickering or arguing. They were totally civil and like-minded! 

They were almost… silently talking. Not like telepathy (although it wouldn’t surprise him at this point) but more like an old married couple trying to explain something to an outer party. T’Pol would barely move, then Trip would roll his eyes and gesture vaguely. An occasional word would be thrown in, like “Subatomic?” or “diplomacy” or something.

Archer wondered how he hadn’t caught onto this before. 

Finally, Trip and T’Pol walked into Archer’s dining room side-by-side, both looking pleased with themselves. Trip was his usual, golden-retriever-like self, beaming brightly. T’Pol was slightly more relaxed than regular, but it was still a huge indication of how she was doing. They stood closer together than normal, too, and Archer was coming to an understanding he felt like he should have reached a long time ago.

It was very obvious, actually.

How stupid had he been?

“So, what have you two been up to, then? You guys seem pretty close nowadays,” he said, careful not to jump right into the accusations. The last time he did, he had incorrectly assumed that Trip was engaged to Hoshi.

“Well, Captain,” Tucker grinned, putting his arm up against the table, “it’s another day in the life. Me and my fiancée are on the right track plannin’ our wedding.”

“Oh? That’s wonderful,” he said, amused by the vague nature of his words. “What do you think, T’Pol?”

T’Pol picked her eyes up and precisely said, “I think I am satisfied with the Commander’s choices; he has promised to share our ceremony with Lieutenant Reed and Ensign Sato should they desire it. I am quite looking forward to their decision.”

Jon went still for a second, then couldn’t help but smile. “No way,” he said, beaming. “I knew it!”

“I thought she told you,” Trip said, laughing. “Didn’t she?”

“No! I’ve been trying to get it out of you guys for weeks!”

“Would you like to officiate our wedding, then?” T’Pol asked as she sipped her drink. A sparkle shimmered in her eyes. That was probably the closest thing he would see to a blushing bride in her.

“I was going to anyway, but now that you asked…” 

He and Trip laughed. 

“We figured it was best to wait until the last minute so the admiralty couldn’t flip their lids,” Trip went on. “We just didn’t want to get split up. That’s kinda the opposite of marriage.”

“But I am not technically Starfleet,” T’Pol added. “The admiralty won’t affect me. If I need to ‘lose my commission,’ we have already discussed possible plans.”

“We could make an argument for it. It would be hard to keep romance out of long missions like this one,” Archer said, a little shocked at his own lack of obedience. “…How long have you two been engaged?”

“’Bout four months. Hoshi ’n’ Malcolm have been engaged for two. We’ve got into all sorts of crap durin’ that and I think we’ve had our best work since.” Trip chuckled as he sat on his hands.

“Four months? And I never figured it out until today?”

“We are quite unlike other couples, Captain. It’s hardly your fault,” said T’Pol. “The only ones who know are Lieutenant Reed, Ensign Sato, and Doctor Phlox.”

“What about Lieutenant Briggs? Does she know? She submitted a transference application citing an uncomfortable work environment.”

“I turned her down is all.”

“Weird, but I won’t force her to stay.”

“So you’ll officiate a wedding for both us and Lieutenant Reed and Ensign Sato?” T’Pol asked.

Archer leaned on his elbow. “You’ll have to court martial me to stop me.”

[infranscia]

[[Image description:

A hand-drawn, digital fanart of Noelle Holiday from Deltarune. She's drawn in colored outlines with virtually no fills.

She's wearing the white dress she has in a Dark World. She's on her knees, leaning forward, looking toward the ground. Her eyes are wide and glowing white - the only thing on her that's filled in, besides her red reindeer nose. Her blonde hair falls over her shoulders, and her bangs are messier than usual. She's covering her ears with her hands, and she looks like she might be screaming. On her right hand - which has four fingers - she has the Thorn Ring on her middle finger. One of her hooves can be poking out from the bottom of her dress.

Behind Noelle is a large, red heart, against a dark-dark-red background.

Around Noelle is text in a script font. The words are tweaked lyrics from Phantom of the Opera.

Lyrics: "In sleep they sang to me... In dreams they came... That voice which calls to me... And SPEAKS MY NAME"

Most of the lyrics are in white. The last words - "speaks my name" - are in all capital letters, with a somewhat larger size, and a bright red color, with a faint, red glow around them.

In the bottom-right corner, the username of the artist and date of completion are hand-written in a light-blue color.

Name, in cursive: Infranscia Date: 2022, Dec 22

End image description]]

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I wanted to do at LEAST one thing that was at least VAGUELY Christmas-related before Christmas itself came. And this was on my "to art" list.

So... have some Holiday feels. 😆 No regrets!

This DID take a lot less time to draw than the one with Undyne playing Titanium. Hand-drawing helped a lot. So did allowing it not to be perfect.

I kind of forgot that trying to encourage art to not have to be perfect was a thing I wanted to do. To me, it's empowering to try and allow mistakes, instead of letting myself get overpowered by the fear that someone's going to complain about whatever inaccuracy there might be. I'm kind of sick and tired of all these social pressures - real or imagined - that seem to try and take control away from me.

So... I guess you could call the imperfect lines and such a tiny rebellion. It feels SO liberating! 😁

That said, I might allow myself to try and increase detail again once I get a better hang on speed. Well... depending on the feeling I'm going for, I might add extra detail, anyway. But in general, I think I'm going to go somewhat easy on the linework and such.

This said... I did take, like, 20 minutes trying to figure out how to do my username in cursive. 🤣 It's a thing I want to do. Hopefully I'll get better and faster with it in time. 😃

EDIT: Added a couple tags.

[neenasjewelry]

Choosing Between Vintage and Modern Engagement Rings

Engagement rings are not just pieces of jewelry; they are timeless treasures that symbolize commitment, love, and a couple’s unique story. Whether you're drawn to the rich history of a vintage engagement ring or the sleek, contemporary designs of modern rings, both styles hold distinctive allure. Vintage rings, often dating from the early 1900s to the 1980s, come with unparalleled craftsmanship, intricate details, and a romantic connection to the past. These rings carry stories from eras like Edwardian, Art Deco, and Retro, reflecting a nostalgia for bygone times.

On the contrary, modern engagement rings emphasize simplicity, durability, and cutting-edge design. From floating diamonds in tension bands to the incorporation of colored gemstones like sapphires or morganite, modern rings offer endless customization and personalization options. Materials like rose gold and titanium, paired with advanced crafting techniques, ensure these rings remain both stylish and practical for everyday wear.

When deciding between vintage and modern styles, it’s important to weigh the pros and cons of each. Vintage rings boast timeless charm and eco-friendly benefits, but their delicate nature and limited sizing may require extra care and customization. Modern rings offer flexibility, durability, and transparency in sourcing but may lack the uniqueness of a one-of-a-kind antique piece.

Choosing the perfect engagement ring should reflect your personality and values, and whether you opt for a vintage ring or a modern creation, each option has something special to offer.

Still undecided? Dive into the full blog to discover which engagement ring style is perfect for you!

[ringsbypristinesposts]

Men’s Antler Wedding Bands: Unique and Durable Options

When you think of choosing a wedding band, all you want is something that truly reflects your personal style. There are a variety of options that are available in the market. One option that has recently gained a lot of popularity in recent years is deer antler wedding bands for men.

These rings use real deer antler, which pairs with metal to create a unique and natural look. Antler bands are not only eye-catching but also durable and eco-friendly. The antler adds a special touch and personal meaning to the ring.

In this blog, we will know what are antler wedding bands, their durability, and much more.

What are Antler Wedding Bands?

Antler wedding bands are a unique choice for couples who want something different. They use real deer antlers mixed with traditional metals to create a one-of-a-kind ring. The process begins with the collection of shed deer antlers, which are naturally discarded by the animals each year. These antlers are carefully harvested and then treated to ensure durability and suitability for use in jewelry.

The antler material is usually paired up with metals such as tungsten, titanium, and stainless steel which adds a contrast to the ring.  Each antler has its own unique patterns and textures, so two rings will not look the same. This natural variation gives the ring a personalized touch that reflects the individuality of the wearer.

Antler wedding bands are also very durable. With proper care, the antler can handle daily use. Moreover, using antler is eco-friendly because it comes from wildlife and would otherwise be thrown away. They represent strength, love for nature and renewal. They’re a great choice for couples who want a ring that connects with nature or has personal meaning.

Features of Antler Wedding Bands

Antler wedding bands for men have become extremely popular in the recent time. It offers unique features which attracts human eyes easily. Some of its popular featuresare listed below:

Unique aesthetic appeal

Antler wedding bands are unique because of their natural look. Each ring features real deer antler with its own special patterns and textures. The natural lines and differences in the antler make every ring one-of-a-kind. This means each ring is a special reflection of its wearer.

Eco friendly

They are a great eco-friendly option. Since deer naturally shed their antlers each year, using them in jewelry helps reduce waste and supports sustainable practices. By reusing these natural materials, antler bands cut down on the need for manufacturing. This makes the ring not only special but also a symbol of environmental care.

Durability

Even though antler is a natural material, it is durable. It’s treated carefully to make it strong and long-lasting. Jewelers use special methods to preserve the antler so it holds well with daily use. When paired with strong metals, antler wedding bands can be just as durable as regular metal rings.

Symbolism

Antlers have deep meaning in many cultures, symbolizing strength, renewal, and nature. For people who like these symbols, an antler wedding ring set can be a strong representation of their connection to the natural world and personal growth. Using antler also shows a bond with the environment since it’s a natural material. This adds extra personal significance to the ring.

Customization

Antler rings for men come with many customization choices. You can pick different types of antler, like deer, elk, or moose, and mix them with various metals such as tungsten, titanium, or gold. Some bands can even include gemstones or other decorations. This means men can design a ring that fit their personal style and taste perfectly.

These are some of the reasons why men choose deer antler wedding rings.

Conclusion

Men are drawn to antler wedding bands for their unique aesthetic, symbolic meaning, durability, and eco-friendliness. These qualities make antler rings an ideal choice for those seeking a wedding band that stands out with purpose.

If you're searching for deer antler wedding rings or unique men's wedding bands, you've come to the right place. At Rings by Pristine, we offer a wide selection—from antler rings to stunning purple hazel bands. Whatever your style, we have the perfect ring for you.

Disclaimer- The information provided in this content is just for educational purposes and is written by a professional writer. Consult us to learn more about men’s deer wedding bands.