#diamonds by the yard bracelet

[world-of-wales]

CATHERINE'S STYLE FILES - 2011

3 JULY 2011 || The Duchess of Cambridge and Prince William at the Charlottetown Airport in the Prince Edward Island on the fourth day in Canada while on tour of North-America.

[alllgator-blood]

I have ten billion WIP sketches I need to finish, but for some reason I stayed up from 9 PM to 4 AM conceptualizing, making patterns, sewing, painting and applying makeup on this stupid fucking felt squid......the detailing needs to be cleaned up cause there's only one coat of paint so far, but he's pretty much done

my neighbors probably think I'm insane because I was running around the yard clenching this toy kallamar in a death grip and flying him around like an airplane/putting him in the barbecue/poking him with a stick. I want to tie him to a string and recreate the opening of napoleon dynamite >:) ALSO I MADE HIM SMOKE OUT OF A STUPID CRYSTAL PIPE BUT PLEASE DON'T ACTUALLY USE THOSE, THEY ARE SUPER TOXIC LMAO MINE IS FOR DECORATION

I don't have any process pics because I had tunnel vision autism style and forgot the rest of the universe existed while I was working on him. BUT if you're curious I'll ramble below the cut

Okay I am not a seamstress by any means. I've sewn my entire life but very, very infrequently. I've done plushies, clothes, cosplays, fursuits, accessories, etc. but I only do one like once a year, so while I planned to make all 5 bishops, I'm not really sure I'll get them all done. The material cost was like 20 bucks tops so I'm not too upset if I don't finish them. I AT LEAST WANT TO GET SHAMURA OR HEKET DONE.

here is the concept sketch ft. heket's toes and shamura's fingers. I decided to do his pre-schism version so I could fit him with jewelry! I did him first because like I said I sew infrequently and don't know wtf I'm doing, everyone else seemed a lot more complicated.

So I basically just traced this drawing on a printer paper-sized canvas in SAI, and guesstimated how everything would look in a 3D space. His head is four pieces, one triangle identical to the one in the picture, two wide triangles that are sewn together in the back, and a circle for his chin. You can't really see it in any of the pics but he's literally like a black cylindrical stick with little tentacles sewn on where his mantle connects to his cloak. The leg tentacles are one piece of felt that look like tassels, where they're connected by a rectangle but branch off into individual pieces. He can't stand up very well, so his cape keeps him up (that's gonna be an issue for every other bishop too except heket cause she's gonna be ROUND). Mostly everything like the crown, cloak, head, etc. are cones so I just had to make a lot of wide triangles.

For the details, I just used acrylic paint that was watered down so he's not especially crunchy, and for the blush tone I used a makeup palette my mom bought me 10 years ago in hopes I'd get in touch with my "feminine side", but I grew up into a nonbinary butch lesbian so OOPS. Kallamar looks better with makeup than me anyway. I'm kinda sad I couldn't get his freckles as lopsided as I draw them but it probably looks better in plush form to have them even anyway....

I could just post the pattern so I don't have to explain this but 1. I am mentally ill about the thought of my kallamar being in someone else's house and 2. the original pattern had to be tweaked while I was working on him so the final pattern straight up doesn't exist, I winged it the whole time

OH and the jewelry is just scrap pieces I had laying around, I might repaint it all to be gold instead of silver + bronze. I used 20g aluminum wire for his armlet thing, jumper rings for his earrings + ring (+ a diamond dot from my mom's kits for the gem) and chain for the bracelet. I made him an amulet as well but it felt like overkill so I took it off. I'm probably gonna make him a plague doctor mask and medicine bag sometime because I think about nurse kallamar more than I probably should :') I've already sewn one as a prop for a toy raven before so it shouldn't be too hard

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Drunken Love

A/N: OMG guys, it took forever to write this due to my busy schedule as of late, but my classes are now complete. Hooray! 😆🥳 Thank you all for your patience, and I hope you enjoy. ❤️❤️ Art generated on: niji・journey

🥃staring: FatherBestFriend!Miguel O’Hara x Fem!Reader

      🍴preview: Without looking at him, you nodded, feeling his burly arm around your waist and soon his breath fanning against your ear. “I want you to forget about your troubles and give your worries to me to bear.” He uttered, caressing your lower back in gentle, loving circles. 

“And in return, allow me to make things better for you, mi amor.” 

💰summary: After four years of studying abroad, you return home to a 'Welcome Home' party hosted by your father. However, you quickly realize that nothing has changed—your father remains the same rude and selfish man, solely focused on money and his business. As before, you're expected to conform to his strict rules and spend your days under his watchful eye. But with just a glance, Miguel O’Hara, your father’s best friend and business partner, seems to shatter all your desires to comply with your father's suffocating expectations, and offers an enticing escape...

Just like before…

🔥tw/cw: Age Gape, Big Dick Miguel, Body Worship, Car Sex, Cock Bulge, Cunnilingus, Desperation, Dirty Talk, Forbidden love, Modern AU, Multiple Orgasms, Oral Sex, Size Difference

❤️‍🔥Pet names: Amor (Love), Bebè (Baby), Cariño (Darling), Mi amor (My love) Princesa (Princess), Querida (Dear)

     🖤Rating: 18+ explicit I SMUT I

 🥀 Word Count: 8.2k words

As you stepped through the wrought iron gates of your father’s manor, a wave of nostalgia washed over you. It had been four years since you last set foot here, having been away studying abroad. Now, back home, everything felt familiar...

But not in a good way.

The scent of freshly cut grass mingled with the aroma of sizzling meat on the grill, filling the air as your heels clicked cautiously on the smooth paved pathways leading to the center of your father’s luxurious backyard, where your 'Welcome Home' party was to be held. Yet, deep down, you knew it wouldn’t be the warm reception you hoped for.

The atmosphere exuded polished formality, with every blade of grass meticulously groomed to perfection. The yard held an aura that compelled one to straighten their posture and don their most radiant smile. Small tables, draped with white cloth, adorned the grassy area, displaying an array of finger foods and appetizers. Servants circulated with trays of alcoholic beverages, adding to the air of sophistication. Every attendee was elegantly attired, clad in lavish dresses, uptight suits, diamond necklaces, and gold bands, engaged in hushed gossip in small groups.

‘No wonder Jessica styled me this way,’ you thought, scanning the guests who greeted you with smiles, waves, and brief 'Welcome back's.' Jessica Owens, your personal assistant whom you hadn’t seen in years, had welcomed you at the airport and accompanied you to select a divine outfit tailored to your tastes for the occasion.

A one-shoulder column sequin dress hugged your figure, its scarlet red fabric boasting a leg slit that offered a glimpse of the matching closed-toe, ankle strapped heels you wore. Bold chandelier earrings adorned your ears, drawing attention to your exposed shoulder, while a delicate bracelet with sparkling gemstones adorned your wrist, subtly shimmering in the light.

Makeup further accentuated your beauty—a radiant red lip, sultry eyes, and flawless complexion with highlights completed your look. Your hair, styled as per Jessica's suggestion, cascaded around your face, having been released from an updo to frame your features perfectly.

You could feel eyes on you from every direction, a sensation you didn’t miss on your time away. The overwhelming attention began to stir a wave of nervousness within you. Seeking a moment to collect yourself, you slipped away to a secluded corner of the gathering, observing the events of your supposed 'Welcome Back' party from afar.

Musicians played a steady and upbeat tune, chatter and fraudulent giggles echoed throughout the night. Amongst the festivities, an even more rambunctious laugh caught your attention.

Your father, gleaming in a tailored suit, stood at the center of the gathering. Just like you remembered, his smile was as polished and white as the silverware laid out on the tables, scrubbed to perfection and shining like stars. Studying your father like a book, you couldn’t help but notice his forced chuckles and strained cheeks from grinning too much, a sight that churned your stomach.

After all these years, he remained unchanged—viewing you as nothing more than a tool for gaining him attention.

So why the hell did you expect a warm hug and genuine affection from him without a crowd present? 

Rolling your eyes, you politely signaled to a nearby server to fetch a champagne glass from his tray. You knew you would need it to endure the rest of the evening filled with your father's rehearsed conversations and gestures.

Taking a long sip from your glass, relishing its divine taste and the sizzling burn down your throat. Upon lifting it from your lips with a contented sigh, a voice filled your ears, causing your heart to skip a beat.

"Look at you, all grown up."

The abruptness of the deep, Latino-accented words left you momentarily speechless, a whirlwind of emotions bursting inside you like fireworks against a starlit sky.

There was no mistaking whose voice it belonged to...

It was one you could never forget during your time away, and just thinking about him made butterflies dance in your belly.

"Miggy?" 

You called out the sweet nickname of the older male in shock, turning your gaze up to the towering figure before you, successfully avoiding choking on your champagne in the process.

True to form, his tan face retained its stoic expression, marked by a scowl, tight-knit bushy eyebrows, and stern amber eyes, yet even you could see the familiar corners of his lips draw up into a tight lipped smile. 

"It's nice to see you again, Y/N," he replied nonchalantly, causing your entire face to light up. "Miggy!" You exclaimed, throwing your free arm around his neck as he chuckled lowly at your enthusiasm.

"What did I tell you about hugs, hmm?" he inquired, practically whispering into your ear, though you couldn't ignore the loving undertone in his deep voice. "That you didn't like them, but I do it anyway," you giggled, standing on tiptoes to deepen the embrace due to his towering height. Despite himself, you felt one of Miguel's burly arms wrap around you, pulling you close in return.

You sighed in contentment, his body heat engulfing your smaller self compared to his massive 6’9 height and muscular figure. The Latino's woodsy and wealthy cologne clouded your senses just like before, as the nostalgic feeling of security filled your being. 

I take it you missed me, Cariño," he uttered from above you, his gruff voice rumbling through the expanse of his chest. You nodded, snuggling into his beige collared and button-up top, eliciting a rare hum of contentment from the typically stoic man.

After a while, his arm gave your body another comforting squeeze before reluctantly pulling away. You pushed back the pang of sadness at his sudden absence of warmth.

Clearing your throat, you redirect your focus, following Miguel's gaze to the bustling, fancy gathering, a tranquil silence settling between the two of you.

"How was studying abroad?" Miguel's deep voice, though always soothing, retained its usual coldness. "It was honestly fun," you smiled, recalling the freedom you enjoyed without the scrutiny of your father's strict eye. To your surprise, Miguel scoffed in amusement, shaking his head.

Your eyebrows raised in confusion, and you turned to see him taking a sip from the glass of bourbon you hadn't noticed before in his hand. "What is it?" you urged, causing him to shake his head dismissively once more. But upon his amber eyes catching your growing pout, an expression you knew was always his weakness, he heaved a sigh.

"Dios mío, ese maldito puchero tuyo…" He muttered under his breath, turning to face you fully. "I'm not... pleased with the amount of 'fun' you had away," the older male stated, leaving you confused.

"W-what are you talking about?" you chuckled, watching him nod towards your champagne glass. "You are drinking... You didn't before," he acknowledged.

You followed his gaze to your half-empty champagne glass, a remnant of your previous gulp. "Why does it matter? It's just one glass," you stated, emphasizing your point with another sip, which seemed more like a gulp in Miguel's eyes.

"Querida, before, you could barely handle half a glass, let alone one," he scolded, unable to tear his eyes away from your alcoholic beverage. You gave Miguel a small smile, his overprotectiveness—a trait you actually missed while you were away—evident in every word he uttered.

"Relax," you tried to reassure. "I can handle my alcohol now, Miggy. There's no need to worry." At your words, he huffed, turning his gaze from you back to the gathering unfolding before you. "So you went abroad to become a party animal?" he asked under his breath, the question unsettling you like a disturbed hive. Your face twisted in confusion and a hint of hurt at his comment. "No, I didn't. I went because I wanted to, something I see you still do not understand," you explained, feeling your fingers tighten around the underside of your glass in growing irritation.

Miguel sighed in disapproval, taking a gulp of his dark brown drink. "I just find it hard to believe," he replied. "Studying abroad of all places?" he chuckled, tapping his ringed middle finger against his glass. "I didn't take you as someone to run away from your problems, princesa."

"I didn't run away," you retorted, shooting him a small glare before finding your eyes drawn to your father, who was shaking hands with a well-dressed man and woman. The more you stared at your 53-year-old father, the more your thoughts churned. 

‘Did you leave because of your father?’ you pondered as he was indeed one of the reasons, but mainly you departed to study far away from home to pursue your dreams—something your father greatly opposed.

Being away from your father and his strict rules felt like taking a breath of fresh air. It was the most free you had ever felt. But now, back home, the overwhelming restrictions and harsh regulations felt suffocating, and you wanted nothing more than to retreat back to the paradise you found on your own…

Your thoughts were soon interrupted when a set of ringed fingers gently cupped your chin, turning you to meet the owner of such calloused digits.

With surprise, you found yourself face-to-face with Miguel, his features still stern, his jaw clenched, but his touch gentle, and the coldness in his eyes replaced with something softer.

"I missed you, mi amor..." 

He whispered suddenly, his thumb caressing your skin affectionately. Your heart fluttered at the vulnerability in his words, as memories of every moment spent with him flooded back: Every conversation, every touch, every kiss, and every passionate night rose to the surface of your mind. 

Like a reviving fire, his mere words set your body ablaze. 

You never saw Miguel in this state, never heard him utter something affectionate to you as his love was mostly shown through his actions, making his confession leave you shocked and speechless...

Despite your disapproval and your desire for him to move on, Miguel had waited for you as he promised. The thought of you being gone from his side was unbearable for him. 

Every waking moment was excruciating, every sleeping night insufferable.

He knew how much you wanted to pursue your own dreams and be free of your father, whom Miguel knew all too well as someone very snobbish and selfish. But being away from you for so long was a pain he couldn't bear.

You and Miguel loved each other in secret, the two of you became so good at pretending, one only saw you two as just friends. But your father and Miguel were close—

Very close.

Miguel and your father were business partners before they were best friends. Your father managed the finances and marketing of their shared bourbon line, while Miguel owned distilleries and oversaw production, even owning his own bars where his bourbon was the highlighted beverage.

Their booming business soon forged a friendship, and like welcoming one to the family, your father introduced Miguel to you.

At the time, you were young, and Miguel was evidently older, but when your eyes met, you both fell hard.

You started off as friends, Miguel being a wise, older male you went to for advice, and you were someone who kept Miguel company, even though he once adored being alone. 

The more time you spent together, the deeper your feelings grew, until you both made it official to date in secret.

From then on, private getaways, hidden touches, and shared nights of passion became the norm, despite knowing how enraged your father would be if he discovered such a thing. But neither of you minded; staying attentive and careful kept your secret safe.

It wasn't until you confided in Miguel about your desires to leave and study abroad that reality kicked in.

All at once, your hidden life of fantasy collapsed.

You were going to leave to pursue your dreams, departing from Miguel for four years...

Miguel loathed that, and even more, he despised your reasoning. He wanted it to be because of your strict father, the overbearing rules he'd set upon you. Miguel didn't mind if you left because of him even! But you weren't going for either of those reasons.

"For me, Miggy. I want to go for myself," were the words you stated when he inquired why you must go.

He detested your reason because he knew he shouldn't fight you in the matter; it was what you desired. But he was selfish—possessive even. He wanted you, needed you by his side, so he couldn't accept you leaving him.

Many arguments ensued on the matter. He demanded you to stay, while you found every good reason to leave and achieve your dreams, ones that your father opposed you seeking. It ultimately led to you deciding to put an end to your secret relationship with Miguel.

It wasn't because of the many fights and arguments, but because you knew he loved you too much—too much that you didn't want him to miss you so intensely that it hurt, to the point where it would leave him in an irreparable state. 

To spare you distress and further heartbreak, Miguel agreed to end things, despite his sorrow and disdain at the thought of breaking up. However, while you were concerned about his emotional stability, Miguel's workaholic tendencies got the best of him after your departure—a trait only you could suppress.

He threw himself into his shared bourbon business with your father, meticulously tasting from each of his twenty distilleries, meeting daily with all his workers for updates, making significant improvements on the bars he oversaw, and even holding one-on-one meetings with your father to explore new ways to expand their bourbon industry. He became addicted to caffeine and deprived himself of sleep, to the point where hibernation seemed like the only cure to replenish his exhausted body. 

Miguel worked tirelessly in this manner simply to avoid missing you, and he consumed so much of his own bourbon that he might as well have emptied an entire distillery on his own.

Nevertheless, his attempts were useless…

Miguel thought of you and craved you every day. He spent his days recalling every aspect of you: your smile, your laugh, your fragrance, your hair, your body, and even your affection, which he once found discomforting due to his lack of familiarity with it, but now desired more than ever.

Despite Miguel's best efforts to forget you, he only fell deeper in love with you.  

His days of agony came to an end when Miguel was invited to dinner and golfing with your father. There, on the field, Miguel discovered that you'd be returning back home—back to him.

His heart skipped a beat at the exciting news, leaving him unable to perform a good swing as his golf game with your father proceeded; but to hell with it...

You were returning, and that was all that mattered.

On the day of your Welcome Back party, he found himself picky over his outfit, clicking his tongue and angrily muttering in Spanish at every disappointing attire he came across... until he found the one.

A beige, loosely buttoned top, styled with a matching sienna brown blazer and dress pants was his selection. Pairing it with his attire, he added dark umber oxfords.

To accessorize, the Latino added a complementary belt that matched his shoes and a classic watch with brown leather straps. Gold rings adorned his thick fingers, and a simple chain graced his exposed, muscular throat.

As he put on his outfit for the party, he found himself more nervous than excited. The last few times he'd seen you weren't on good terms. The days of secret getaways, kisses, and passionate touches always led to an argument about your departure, so he was worried you'd still be upset with him…

At the gathering, he found himself eagerly watching the entrance for you, his glass of bourbon in hand. His heart rose and fell with each arrival of another lavishly dressed guest, leading him to believe you wouldn't show.

Until you did...

It felt like everything stopped—the melodic tunes from the musicians faded away, the jumbled conversing of the partygoers ceased—as the only thing he heard was his heart beating loudly against his chest.

You were always beautiful to the older male, but tonight, after not seeing you for so long, you were utterly breathtaking.

His gaze trailed along your figure, remembering all the times he held your form in his hands, felt your body heat, and soft skin. He instantly noticed how enticing that scarlet dress hugged your body, teasing him to do the unthinkable right there, be damned to who was watching.

But amidst his burning desire, in that moment, he could only think one thing, and one thing only: 

"Gosh, I've missed you..." 

Before he could ponder or stop himself, he found himself leaving his spot to walk over to you, and the closer he got, the more his heart felt like it wanted to burst from his chest as flashes of what you shared before played on repeat in his head.

And now as you gazed up into Miguel's hardened amber eyes, you could see love for you in them. His thumb gently tracing patterns along your chin as you were still processing his touch, the closeness and the confession that spilled from his lips.

‘He... missed me?’ You repeated to yourself, almost finding it unbelievable if it wasn't for how he was looking at you as if you were the only woman in the room.

“M-Miggy…” You whispered when suddenly your heart dropped at the sound of another voice approaching.

“Why, if it isn't my little angel?”

Like the speed of light, you jumped away from Miguel to cast your eyes onto your father, instinctively gaining the urge to hide behind your champagne glass.Miguel's face returned to its usual expression of stoicism, hating how the both of you were interrupted. 

“Hello, father,” you said, lacking your previous enthusiasm that you showed Miguel, however, your father ignored you, hastily turning his eyes to his best friend and business partner instead. “And, of course, Miguel O'Hara,” your father grinned, giving the Latino a firm handshake before going into a ramble. “I'd love to set a meeting with you about the idea of releasing a limited-edition bourbon,” he proposed in a jolly tone, business seeming to be the only topic he spoke of.

“Imagine just how much buzz would circulate amongst customers, the collectors, and don't forget the drive sales,” your father beamed at the thought as you watched the interaction between the two men in silence.

Miguel simply grunted to show his attentiveness, but neither agreed nor disagreed with your father's business idea. “I'd rather enjoy welcoming your daughter home. We can speak about business at another time,” Miguel stated, casting a glance over at you before turning his sharp gaze back to your father.

Your dad's smile faltered at being dismissed, clearing his throat. “Of course, of course,” he concurred, turning to you due to Miguel’s mentioning of you, his daughter. “I'm happy you are… back, daughter. I hope you used your time away wisely,” he added, causing your eyebrows to narrow. ‘Wisely? What the hell does that mean?!’ you thought, knowing your father was an expert at backhanded comments and sly insults that can be described like poisoned cake—you never noticed the venom underneath his sweetness.

“I did. I enjoyed doing something to benefit myself for a change,” you politely said, adding more salt into the wound by downing the rest of your champagne. Your father's eyes looked down at your empty glass and then at you in irritation.

Casting a fake smile, he glanced at Miguel. “My apologies in advance, my friend, but it's nothing new seeing my disobedient daughter behave so poorly,” your father said, feeling your stomach twist into knots when he looked back at you, his facade of kindness dissolved into a snarl. “She thinks that she owns the place after leaving for a few years, it's only right I put her back in her place,” your father stated to Miguel, more than you.

Keeping your gaze on your horrible parent rather than the older Latino, you waited for your father's harsh words knowing they were to rain down on you like hellfire, and like anticipated…

it did…

“Listen here, girl, you might have fled from here for whatever reason, but I didn't,” he spat, eyes full of hatred staring back at you. “Without me, our family name would have been forgotten long ago; but for the entirety of my fifty-three years of life, I've worked my ass off to provide for us, and I'll continue to do so until my dying breath,” he said in anger between the three of you.

“And now that you've returned, I won't allow my selfish brat of a daughter to ruin things for me,” your father growled as you narrowed your eyes at him, reciprocating his disdain, but it only seemed to amuse him even more. He chuckled, giving your cheek a harsh pinch. “So do not think being away changes a thing, I expect the same from you as before—obedience and perfection,” he said, patting your face with each word. “Understand, or do I need Miguel here to say it in Spanish for you?” he asked with a smirk as it took everything to prevent the frustrated and angry tears from spilling down your cheeks.

You couldn't hear or see anything or anyone, only feel the overwhelming feeling of entrapment once again. It engulfed your being, feeling like a pair of hands were strangling you, and you were powerless against it…

All over again.

With a shaky breath, you stared back at him with eyes full of raging fire. “Yes…I fucking understand,” you said through gritted teeth, causing the businessman to laugh.

“Good and clean that attitude, girl. I never did like that mouth of yours,” he said, glancing over at Miguel, whose face was still completely hardened, emotionless, but a kinder tone was used by your father when speaking with him. “If you'd like, the meat is being served at the buffet table as we speak, my friend. I heard it's very tender and is satisfactory when hot,” your father smiled. “But I hope you enjoy the gathering. Miguel. Daughter,” he growled, casting you a glare and a hint of disgust found in the way he addressed you before he departed entirely—disappearing into the bustling yard of elegantly clothed persons and leaving you enraged. 

You stared at the spot your father previously stood in, a blazing fire of anger sizzling inside your being. Gripping your wine glass so tightly your knuckles whitened, you turned on your heel, shoving the empty cup into a passing servant's hands on your way out. 

Everything faded around you as the only thing you desired in that moment was getting away—from this party, rich society, and most importantly, your asshole of a father. You didn’t walk far before a large hand grasped your wrist, pulling you into a secluded spot out of the ear and eyeshot of the partygoers.

With a piercing gaze, you looked up, ready to release the fury that had grown inside of you when your eyes met Miguel’s narrowed, yet, concerned ones. His towering frame cornered you against the trunk of one of your father’s massive oak trees in his backyard, a tree he ordered to be particularly planted in this area.

Although Miguel normally didn’t care for others, finding empathy a hard thing, his heart tugged whenever you became like this. “Are you alright? It looks like you want to strangle someone?” He asked, amber eyes tracing every detail of your face in search of what you were feeling inside, but your turmoil was evident.

You released an unsteady exhale, the calm before the brewing storm. “Y-You saw him!” You exclaimed. “T-That rich bastard that has his money shoved so far up his damn ass, he’ll probably believe the sky is green if it means his pockets will be filled.” You ranted in anger, every word making you feel so much better, leaving you to continue your spurge. “And he’s so controlling that it’s suffocating; whenever my father is in the room…, I-I feel like I’m dying, Miguel.” The confession left your lips before you could stop yourself, angry tears beginning to run down your face.

“A-And, he pretends he’s such a great father, going around speaking of me—of my hobbies, interests, and so much more that is all bullshit. He doesn’t know and doesn’t care to know.” You cried, trying to wipe your cheeks clean of the tears, but they continued to fall despite your efforts. “My father only cares about himself, more than anything else.” You said in a brittle voice.

“The world can end tomorrow and he’ll still be trying to get over on everyone, and count every dime he has to make sure his pockets are hefty before his time ends.” You sniffled, shaking your head in irritation, the fury in your voice escaping into sorrow. “And…I’m just done. I can’t- I can’t do this anymore.” You admitted with a trembling sigh.

“I can’t be around him anymore, live with his lies, under his rules, and like I cannot exist in his presence.” You told Miguel as after your venting, you looked up at him to find his usual stoic features staring back at you. His tanned face devoid of emotion as he simply stood over you, listening like he always did.

You bit your lip, feeling a little embarrassed after saying so many deep things to Miguel—things you’ve never actually told him in-depth, but could simply be noticed as your father didn’t hold anything back from the rich Latino. “I’m sorry, I-I’ll just go.” You said, trying to walk around him when his hand was placed onto the tree behind you, blocking you under him. “No.” He said with the shake of his head, his coffee-brown curls swaying with the movement.

You gasped, eyes snapping up to meet him in confusion when his large hand cupped your rose-tinted cheek, his thumb delicately swiping away a stray tear. “I hated the way he speaks to you; I’ve always did.” He uttered, disdain found in his deep tone. “I’ve offered you many times in the past, Querida, to let me handle it— let me handle your father, and you turn me down each and every time.” He sighed, his amber orbs staring down at you in a blend of rage for the situation you were in, but also in sympathy.

A frown graced your lips, remembering what he spoke of. “Yes…I-I did, because it’s my burden to take on—my problem to deal with, not yours.” You tried to explain. “And if you intervene, it’ll surely ruin things with your shared business with my father.”

“To hell with it.” He spat, his hand moving from your cheek to grasp your hips possessively. “We've tried it your way for years and nothing has changed.” He retorted in anger. “Your father continues to treat you like muck on his shoe while I have to sit and watch.” Miguel said, his eyes narrowed in irritation, his jaw clenched, but his anger settled upon seeing your tears start to flow once more. 

“Listen to me, Cariño.” He began, staring into your eyes. “Your burdens are my burdens—your problems are my problems.” He said, determination etched on his tanned face. “I will not sit around any longer and allow your father to treat you like this, I can’t, and I won’t.” He blatantly told you.

Your heart fluttered at his words, despite not agreeing with Miguel's logic. Looking over his stern features, you could see that there was no way you could stop him—when his mind and heart were set on something, he sought to see it through. You averted your gaze away from the Latino, torn on the newfound decision he’d made. 

A quietness settled between the two of you, the gentle breeze of the wind, tunes and laughter from the distant party filling the silence.

Miguel's thick eyebrows furrowed, not expecting your reaction to be this. He rubbed your hip soothingly, trying to meet your gaze once more. “May you do something for me, Querida…? Y/N?” He said, your name being uttered by him was rare, using it only during serious talks, just like this one.

Without looking at him, you nodded, feeling his burly arm around your waist and soon his breath fanning against your ear. “I want you to forget about your troubles and give your worries to me to bear.” He uttered, caressing your lower back in gentle, loving circles.

“And in return, allow me to make things better for you, mi amor.” 

His words made your stomach flip as your head snapped to meet his gaze. Since you’ve arrived back home, a new side of Miguel has been introduced to you—one that you had never seen.

Before, he was always cold and stern, mostly only affectionate through a slight caress of the cheek, stroke of the hair, or even through a kiss that usually was controlled and led by him. 

He’d never actually spoken sentiments in this way to you, and it made you utterly speechless.

“M-Miggy, I-” You tried to reply but your brain had become mush. Miguel gave you a tight-lipped smile, shushing you with a shake of his head once more. “Come…” He simply whispered, taking your wrist and turning to leave when you hastily stopped him. “Wait, wait, we can’t just leave together. I-It’ll lead to suspicion,” you told the Latino. Despite your hate for your father and the status your family held, you didn’t want to anger him, nor damage his most cherished reputation, believing you’ll surely bring a monster out of your father if you did so.

Miguel looked back at you with tenderness in his eyes. “What did I tell you, hmm?” He asked with a smirk, his gaze instantly mesmerizing you and leaving you unable to speak once more. “Let me take care of things with your father and the rich assholes out there,” he assured in his gruff voice that usually held a rough edge, now gone and replaced with a loving tone that made you melt.

The Latino leaned in close to you, his arm pulling you to his body by your waist. Miguel gazed down at you, his rich, woodsy cologne filling your senses and the feeling of his pecs against your body made a rush of desire burn up inside of you, replacing the fire of hate you previously felt for your father. “Let me make things better for you, amor,” he told you once more, but this time, the adoration for you was evident in his voice.

Your heart skipped a beat, noticing just how close the two of you were—lips just a hair's breadth away. “O-Okay,” you finally mustered, unable to prevent yourself from pulling him into a searing kiss. Miguel groaned in surprise, his hand gripping your waist tightly while his other clawed into your hair, drawing you closer to him.

Gasps of air escaped you, incapable of stopping as with every kiss, it cured the need that you both craved of each other. Teeth clashed and tongues entwined, hands gripping clothes to try and close the nonexistent space between each of your bodies. You only parted when in the distance, a loud applause filled the air, one that startled you both.

Jumping in each other’s embrace, you shared a gaze over at the gathering to find your father in the center, continuing to entertain his guests, their attention solely on him.

You rolled your eyes at the anticipated sight, turning back to Miguel to see that he was already staring at you. His amber orbs burned with longing, and when he pulled you close once more, you could feel his evident bulge pressing into your thigh.

“I can't wait another minute, amor. I need you. Now,” he practically demanded in a hushed whisper into your ear, a kiss pressed upon your lobe following his desire. However, his words and arousal sparked a fire inside of you, matching his own longing.

With just a shared gaze, he knew your response without you having to utter a single word…

‘Let's get out of here.’

Your fingers combed through Miguel’s coffee brown curls, pulling him deeper into the intoxicating kiss you shared as his large hands roamed your bare skin. You moaned into his lips when his hand grasped your breasts, squeezing the sensitive flesh. His ministrations caused the peaked tips to harden as his fingers didn’t hesitate to flick and roll them. Miguel’s mouth continued to ravage yours, your moans becoming lost in your shared passion.

Your eyes fluttered, trying to recall past events on how the two of you ended up in the backseat of his black Lamborghini Urus, unclothed and practically devouring each other like two rabid animals; but the only thing that came to mind was the burning desire to feel him, touch him, taste him... 

Just like before...

“G-goodness, I missed you.” You whimpered between kisses, his lips trailing along your jaw as his massive body pressed you into the leather cushions, his heavy weight and body heat only arousing you further.

He breathlessly chuckled against your throat, pressing a final kiss to your skin before meeting your eyes. “As have I, mi amor,” he confessed, looking down at you with newfound love in his brown orbs. Your heart palpated at the sight as he leaned in to press another kiss to your lips. “Allow us to make up for lost time,” he whispered with a smirk. To your delight, he began to lower down your body, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake: on your collarbone, through the valley of your breasts, to your navel, and finally settling between your thighs.

He passionately kissed your sensitive, plush skin before lifting your legs up to drape over his broad shoulders, bringing himself face-to-face with what he truly desired. You gasped, your lower back arching and rising off the soft cushions of the truck's seat, thankful for the enormity of your father's best friend's vehicle, as it provided plenty of space for all the activities you wished to partake in.

Your breathing came out shaky from anticipation, the warm air from your lover's lips onto your moist core doing nothing to calm your excitement. “Are you going to make love to it or simply stare?” You asked, almost breathless despite not even reaching the peak of your intimacy yet.

Miguel laughed at your fervency, his massive body rumbling. He glanced down, his eyes meeting yours. “I'm just admiring what is mine, amor—what has been away from me for so long,” he huskily uttered, running his thumb delicately along your folds and pressing a tender kiss to your inner thigh, the sensation spreading through your body like wildfire.

“I... appreciate the admiration, but I don't think I can wait any longer,” you honestly told him with a small panting giggle. Reaching up to run your fingers through his brown curls, a deep hum of satisfaction escaped his throat at your touch.

"So eager for me, princesa. Always so eager," he groaned, pressing a kiss to your throbbing bud before flicking out his tongue to taste your arousal. The sensation eliciting a loud gasp from deep within your chest.

"Mierda, sabes tan bien… Tal y como lo recordaba," he rambled gruffly in Spanish, burying his face into your heat and wrapping his arms around your midsection to pull you closer. His desire to not part from between your thighs was evident in the growing tightness of his bulging biceps around you—his muscles gripping you in a vice like a starving man with his rations.

Your eyes rolled, the sensations so foreign yet familiar as his tongue seemed to be everywhere at once: circling your bud, thrusting into your entrance, and sucking at your soft folds. “O-Oh gosh!” you exclaimed, realizing just how much your body had been craving and missing his skillful intimacy, his age undoubtedly playing a role in his experience.

An unshakable burning sensation in the pit of your stomach began to brew, the position Miguel held you in leaving you only able to succumb to the pleasure he was bestowing upon you. Your hands tangled in his hair, not having anything else to grasp onto, while your back arched into his mouth, seeking more of his lips and tongue.

“Muy bien, babygirl. Hmm…let me taste you.” He groaned, his breath ragged with desire. His thumbs widened your pussy lips, your soft hood lifting to expose your bundle of nerves as he focused his ministrations on the pink pearl. Like his life was at stake, his tongue suckled and swirled on your throbbing bud in a frenzy until you were a trembling mess underneath him. 

“M-Miggy!” You cried out, convulsing and shaking in his arms. “I-I’m cumming!” You screamed out, feeling him smirk against your core. “That's my girl. Come for me, princesa,” he urged, his efforts intensifying as your sensitivity increased. With a cry of ecstasy, you released the coil of knots in your belly, feeling your thighs become drenched in your juices, eagerly slurped up by your lover.

Miguel adored when you were like this, a twitching, moaning puddle underneath him, knowing he was the sole cause of it. It always left him with a sense of pride. 

With his tongue, he traced a final circle around your folds and kissed your clit before lowering your legs back down upon the seats. He hummed in satisfaction at your flushed cheeks and heaving chest, finding the sight utterly beautiful.

“How’s my girl? Not too much, I hope?” he asked with a breathless chuckle, climbing up to brush a strand of your disheveled hair behind your ear and press a kiss to your temple. You sighed in contentment, his tenderness sending a wave of warmth through your being.

You shook your head at his inquiry, eyes slowly flicking up to meet his gaze above you. “No, I’m okay,” you replied, bringing a smile upon the normally scowling male’s face. “Muy bien. I’m not done with you just yet, baby girl,” he snickered, pressing his forehead against yours, his musk and cologne filling your senses. “I promised to make you feel better. I plan to stand by that,” he affirmed, gently pecking your lips. Your heart swelled, and your core throbbed back to life at his words. You returned his kiss eagerly, wrapping your arms around his muscular neck as his gold chain dangled from his throat.

When Miguel parted and gazed down at you, he saw nothing but devotion and love for him in your eyes—a sight that he’d never thought he’d see before. He nuzzled his face into your neck, relishing in your divine scent that he’d missed so much. Miguel’s hands caressed your bare waist, feeling the soft skin underneath his calloused, ringed fingers. His cock was painfully hard, the only thing soothing his need was the subtle grinding of his member against your thighs, and even still it wasn’t helping.

You bit your lip, feeling just how solid and needy he was, the knowledge only making you wetter. “M-Miggy…I need you,” you whimpered, wanting nothing more than to feel him after so long. Miguel grinned, finding your pleas to be music to his ears. He pressed a final kiss to your neck before parting, his hands grasping around your thighs to widen your legs for him.

A soft moan passed your lips at the contact of his tip brushing teasingly along your drenched folds, the erotic wet sounds echoing throughout the vehicle. “Are you ready for me, bebé?” Miguel practically groaned, his hand gripping your thigh, caressing gentle circles into your skin with his thumb. Biting your lip, you frantically nodded, unable to speak with how quickly your heart was beating and how filled with anticipation you were to be claimed by him again after your time apart.

Miguel growled at your response, guiding his length into your entrance as your joined moans filled the truck. You whined, feeling your walls stretch to accommodate his girthy length. “S-So big, Miggy,” you whimpered, burying your face into your arms. 

The Latino grunted, glancing up to see your concealed face. He took your arms in his hands, drawing, placing them to your sides to expose your facial features to his amber eyes. “I want to see you, amor,” he whispered. “I want to see my sweet girl’s face.” He murmured, leaning down to kiss your lips while waiting for you to adjust. 

Soft groans escaped him between kisses at each pulse of your walls around his length. Each peck of your lips was meant to be a cure for his burning desire to fuck your sweet pussy in total abandon after four years of being deprived of it; so he stuck to devouring your mouth whilst waiting for the magic words of your adjustment.

“I-I’m ready,” you told him between his intoxicating kisses, and Miguel promptly began to move. His thrusts started off slow and precise, each of his languid movements pulling a moan from deep within your chest. “S-So good…Miggy,” you were only able to muster, feeling every vein of his massive cock with his steady pace.

Miguel’s amber eyes were always trained on your face, constantly finding adoration for the pleasurable expressions that graced your beautiful features when the two of you were intimate. He leaned down over you, deepening his plunges as he gradually increased his speed until he snapped his hips into you in a frenzy.. “Yes, mierda, you feel so damn good…Fuck. Squeezing me just right,” he hoarsely said, his dark brown curls dampening against his forehead, and his grip on your hips tightening with each thrust.

Your eyes fluttered, hips moving to meet each of his movements. “M-Miggy…right there,” you begged, feeling your lover angle his hips to hit your desired spot repeatedly, causing your climax to hit you instantly. Your loud cry of pleasure erupted throughout the darken truck causing Miguel to smirk, pleased with bringing you to your orgasm so quickly; but not finished just yet. “Yes, princesa. There we go,” he muttered with pants. “But we’re not through yet, bebè. One more,” Miguel said. “Give me one more, babygirl.” He groaned, your stomach coiling again at his desire for you to release a second time as his thrusts resumed. .

The older Latino’s muscles flexed, his pecs and abs glistening with sweat and bulging with each brutal buck, his balls smacking into your ass. You could feel his pent-up frustration for your departure from him for the previous four years, every roll of his hips expressing his longing. “Fuck…I missed this pussy of yours, princesa,” he grunted. “Always so wet and tight for me,” he groaned between loud smacks of wet flesh.

Your chest heaved, legs trembling around his body as his shaft seemed to touch places inside of you that you didn't even know existed. Every plunge of his cock took your breath away, leaving only inaudible moans and slurred, unintelligible words to spill from your lips. Miguel cursed breathlessly, his eyes never leaving your face. He placed a hand above your head on the car seat, his thrusts deepening and making your eyes roll. 

Miguel could feel himself slipping; he was close—he was certain of that, but he wasn’t going to let himself go until you did for the second time. Leaning down, his mouth found your enticing peaked tits, his tongue swirling around your erect nipples. Your eyes screwed shut, back arching off of the cushions of the seat at the added pleasure coursing through your being. Miguel growled softly, sucking your breast into his mouth whilst his other hand dipped down between your legs, his thumb circling your throbbing clit.

With his ministrations, skilled tongue, and brutal pace, your body began to squirm underneath him, all of the sensations becoming too much to bear. A fire seemed to dance along your skin before your vision blurred, and soon another satisfying release washed over you. Miguel's lips pulled away from your breasts, the clenching of your walls bringing him to his climax. “Y/N- Ay cono, I’m cumming,” he said, plunging inside for the final time before a guttural groan erupted from his large chest. He hastily pulled out, his seed shooting from his tip to coat your bare stomach. You softly moaned, feeling his warm essence upon your abdomen, and soon his massive body atop yours once more.

A quiet silence fell upon the truck except for the panting of your joined breaths. You smiled softly down at him, finding his head upon your chest to be precious. “I take it that someone missed me,” you whispered playfully into the quietness once you caught your breath, repeating the same words he said upon the two of you seeing each other after four long years. He chuckled, rubbing your sides tenderly. “Must I admit it?” he asked, making you laugh. “Yes, it’ll make me very happy.”

“Fine,” Miguel stated, looking up to meet your eyes as amusement was gone from his features to become slightly serious. “When you were gone, I was a mess. I didn’t sleep, I drank a lot, and my work filled my days,” he confessed with a sigh, your heart sinking at his words. “Miggy…” you frowned, running your fingers through his hair to soothe him. Miguel melted at your caresses, eyes fluttering closed for a moment to relish in your touch. “I tried to forget you, but forgetting you only made the memories we shared even more prominent, making me want you further, crave you even, despite us being separated,” Miguel told you, while you listened. “So yes… I missed you so much, Y/N,” he smiled, leaning down to peck your lips. “And don’t leave me again, you understand?” he asked playfully, but you couldn’t help but feel that he meant it.

You cupped his face in your hand, stroking his cheek with your thumb. “I promise. I won’t be leaving ever again, but if I do… I’ll take you with me,” you giggled, bringing a small smile upon his lips. However, the topic made your father arise in your thoughts, as any reason for leaving would be because of him. 

Miguel noticed the saddened look that suddenly graced your features, causing his thick eyebrows to furrow. “What’s wrong, mi amor?” he asked, sitting up on the cushion of his truck’s seat, his hand gently rubbing your legs.

You sighed, biting your lip nervously. “My father… I can’t go back,” you admitted to not only Miguel but to yourself. The mere idea of returning to him, his suffocating rules, and lifestyle felt like a death sentence. The older Latino male gave you an emotionless look, his fingers tracing patterns along your calf, his mind seeming to be spinning.

“Then don’t…” 

Miguel's sudden proposal surprising you. "W-what?" you asked in disbelief, your shock making him chuckle. "Then don’t go back… live with me," he suggested. Skeptical, you eyed him, trying to determine if he was joking, but Miguel was always serious, so you knew he was being truthful. 

"But… I can’t just… stay with you, Miggy. It’ll draw suspicion—"

"Shh…" Miguel interrupted with a smirk, stroking your cheek softly with the back of his hand. "I won’t allow my girl to go back to a place where she isn’t comfortable," he explained. "So live with me,’ he stated once more. “I’ll provide for all your wants and needs, allow you to behave and speak however you like without any restrictions holding you down." Miguel's sincere voice was one you trusted more than anyone else's on this planet. 

"And… what if this angers my father?" you asked warily as Miguel chuckled. "You wouldn’t have to worry about that. You won’t have to see your father unless you wish to," he assured with a smirk. "And don’t concern yourself with me; the bastard cannot hurt me even if he tried," he added, reassuring you further. Your heart soared at his words. 

For the first time in your life, you were given a solution—an escape from your father and the enslaved life he’d placed you into. You pulled Miguel into a deep embrace, surprising him with the sudden affection, but he returned it nonetheless, wrapping his burly arms around you and pulling you close. 

Miguel caressed your bare lower back, relishing in your closeness as your next words made his entire body become rigid. 

“I love you, Miggy.” 

The endearing words escaped your lips, something he thought was as ethereal as your shared love for each other. Before he could ponder it, he found himself uttering the same words back—and wholeheartedly meaning it. 

“I love you too, Querida.”  

In that moment, you couldn’t fathom how happy you were about your freedom, but you were even more delighted that you could finally be happy with the man you loved. 

Certainly, there would be challenges and obstacles in the future, but you’ve never felt stronger and more confident to tackle them with Miguel O’Hara, your secret lover and father’s best friend, by your side. 

A/N: Thanks so much for reading!! I just want to say again that I'm very thankful for the patience that you, lovely people have given me for the past few weeks, months probably. 😅 So I'm very grateful. 😊

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Headcannons for motley when it’s time for relationship anniversary

Motley Crue Head Canons: Relationship anniversary

no warnings

Tommy Lee: Tommy would shower you with gifts like all diamonds and gold. HE WOULD BUY YOU ALL SORTS OF COLORS BECAUSE HE CANT CHOOSE JUST ONE. He would get you your favorite food. HE WOULD COMPLIMENT YOU 24/7. He would tell you that your glowing and that you look beautiful. He would even buy you an outfit that is similar to one of his so you both could match it for a photo shoot you guys are doing later that day. He would bring your favorite dessert and share it with you. Later that night he would have a surprise for you outside in the back yard. YOU WOULD GET HIM A SURPRISE THE NEXT MORNING. During your anniversary you would bring him a bunch of drum sets as a gift. YOU WOULD BUY HIM LEOPARD-PRINTED DRUMSTICKS.

Mick Mars: To be honest he would not get why its a big deal and he would pretend that he doesn't care but later on in the day, he would surprise you with a bracelet and necklace that says both of your guys’s names. His name is on a pendant with a guitar and your name is on a high heel pendant. He would make you your favorite dinner at home.

Nikki Sixx: He would get you ready in nice clothes and he would blindfold you to your favorite restaurant and he would give you a beautiful necklace. After you finish enjoying your dinner he would surprise you with your own convertible. The bed you guys share has adorable flowers on them. He buys you a bracelet and proposes to you that night with a ring.

Vince Neil: He would not remember but as soon as you remind him he would quickly get up and go get things from the store so he could cook you a steak. HE WOULD BUY YOU 20 dresses and he would get you a pet dog. He would buy you tons of flowers. He would get you white roses and red roses. He would buy you a cute ring that has your and his name on the inside. On the outside it says “To Y/N from Vince”.

[polutrope]

Underhanded

for @silmsmutweek Day 6, Prompts: Public sex, Casual sex, and Writer Challenge #6.

Rating: E | No warnings Words: 2.3k Relationship: Celegorm/Finrod Genre: Smut

"Heat crawled over the side of Celegorm’s body where Finrod’s shoulder brushed it, but he smirked. He had no wish to wrest the crown of Nargothrond from his cousin, not yet. Finrod was a competent leader, and beloved. Better to leave the Kingdom in his hands — and for Celegorm to hold Finrod in his."

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Plates heaped high with colourful offerings filled Nargothrond’s long feast table to its very edges. Burgundy venison with a crust of wild herbs, steaming meat pies bursting with red and yellow roots, garnishes of ripple-edged greens and white radishes, many bowls of pickled beans and olives from the slopes below the Faroth. Attendants topped off crystal goblets with golden wine, flitting among the courtiers pressed nearly shoulder-to-shoulder.

Finrod had been absent on his tour of the villages downriver no more than a season, but Nargothrond loved its king, and his return was heralded with an explosion of light and laughter.

Celegorm lifted his cup to eye-level, observing the play of light in the liquid, the bubbles rising in a constant stream from the base of the glass. But he was more interested in that which he watched through it: Finrod seated at the head of the table on his high-backed chair of dark wood, draped in pearly silks; the fabrics captured the glow of the chandeliers and cast them back in shifting hues. The veneer of gold and glass allowed Celegorm to admire the broad strokes of the King’s beauty, the totality of his grace rather than the singular motions of hand or neck or mouth.

Though those were lovely too, he thought, setting the rim of his glass to his lips and sipping from it. It was cool against the thin layer of skin, awakening a longing for contact of another kind: warm, living, hungry. Such had Finrod’s lips felt against his the night before he set out, when he had relented at last to years of denied desire.

Celegorm had cultivated it from the first months of their coming to Nargothrond, when he had caught the furtive glances Finrod stole of him in councils, or felt eyes raking over him in the training yards, burning too fiercely to be the politic interest of a king in his general. No — Finrod’s desire had been as carnal as Celegorm’s own, but for once Celegorm had waited. Waited for the King to claim him. The prize of Finrod Felagund inspired patience.

But now Celegorm had tasted of him: as supple and sweet as his outward show suggested, but with a centre as hard and bright and sharp as adamant which, once exposed, blazed so hot it might have hurt a lesser man. Not Celegorm. Celegorm received him willingly, eagerly, boldly. His tongue thickened with longing to taste him again.

The evening wore on. Celegorm made no effort to dull the lust blooming between his thighs, rather letting one hand slide beneath the table to tend it. The effort of maintaining the proud yet relaxed set of his shoulders, the innocuous charm of voice and countenance, served only to fuel his desire.

Finrod caught his eyes, and then, for a moment, Celegorm let his mask slip, granting the King a glimpse of the hunger beneath it. But if this brought a blush to Finrod’s cheeks, the rosy dust already brushed over them concealed it. Finrod steepled his arms on the table, his long sleeves gaping to show the soft underside of his arms ringed with bracelets — the right one bearing a tattoo of a snake, shimmering emerald — and knit his fingers together before him with all the elegant pomp of a peacock fanning his tail. He let his golden eyelashes, studded with tiny diamonds, drop heavily to his cheekbones. Only when he’d fully opened them again did he slide his gaze away from Celegorm.

The invitation was clear.

When Edrahil (benign and devoted Edrahil, the companion of his lord’s journeys) rose from his seat beside the King, bidding him goodnight, Celegorm needed no further excuse. He took his place at Finrod’s left; he chose to ignore the angling of Curufin’s head in his direction. Let his brother suspect.

“Clever of you,” Celegorm said, idly slotting the stem of Finrod’s wine glass between his fingers, “to wander.” He swirled the glass, sending the clear liquid sloshing towards the rim.

“Oh?” Finrod reclaimed his glass. The brush of fingers, his mithril-tipped nails, over Celegorm’s own was not subtle. He’d indulged, Celegorm noted by the slight droop of his brows. Good.

“To periodically absent yourself,” Celegorm clarified, “that the people might perceive the gaping space none but yourself can fill.”

Finrod laughed, flashing bright white teeth and the soft skin of his throat as he tipped his chin back. “On the contrary!” he said, loud enough for those around them to hear. “I ought to be chided for my wanderings. A king should stay among his people.”

The surrounding elves laughed and denied the assertion, but Finrod leaned in now close to Celegorm. “Lest some other win their hearts in his absence,” he whispered, affecting roughness in the honey of his voice.

Heat crawled over the side of Celegorm’s body where Finrod’s shoulder brushed it, but he smirked. He had no wish to wrest the crown of Nargothrond from his cousin, not yet. Finrod was a competent leader, and beloved. Better to leave the Kingdom in his hands — and for Celegorm to hold Finrod in his.

Fortunately, it was no burden at all to do so.

Without further preamble he clutched Finrod’s thigh just above the knee. The muscle flexed beneath his fingers, but nothing on Finrod’s face suggested a change of mood.

“’Twould not be possible to sway any heart from yours,” Celegorm said, as he slid his hand firmly up Finrod’s thigh — ah. “And if one were fool enough to try,” he cast a glance at Curufin, “they would have your fearsome guard to contend with.” He cupped the warm bulge of Finrod’s cock. It jumped in answer.

Finrod’s throat bobbed beneath his easy smile. “Alas, I have not your faith in my guard, who have failed this very night to protect me from a bold advance.”

A growl rose from deep in Celegorm’s throat, barely audible. “I meant myself, king.” He splayed his hand over Finrod’s groin, shaping his fingers around the growing evidence of his arousal.

“Mm,” said Finrod. He sipped his wine, and a dribble gleamed on his red lips. He took his time brushing it away with a long finger. “I see. I was not aware your devotion ran so deep. Do you intend to swear fealty then, cousin?”

“I would not go so far as that.” Celegorm palmed him forcefully.

“Ah!” Finrod diverted his enthusiasm in the direction of a passing lord. “Lord Gelennil, are you retiring already? How do you find your new quarters? I hope the light is adequate — you know, I have just the piece that I believe would fit in the lintels — a glass mosaic, it captures light beautifully — I will have it sent.”

The flighty cadence of Finrod’s speech was nothing unusual. The King often spoke thus when moved to excitement. There was no reason to suspect that Celegorm was stroking him hard beneath the table.

Gelennil thanked him, then looked at Celegorm.

Taking note, Finrod smiled. “Do you know, now I think of it, some of the glass was the work of Fëanor.”

“Oh, king,” said Gelennil, eyes widening and mouth gaping open, “you mustn’t honour me with such a gift.”

Celegorm rolled his thumb over the head of Finrod’s shaft.

“Nonsense,” Finrod said, and fluttered his hands apart, “you are well-deserving of it, and it ought to be displayed.” He turned to Celegorm. His pupils were blown so wide with lust that Celegorm’s breath caught with yearning. “Do you not concur, cousin?”

“Yes,” said Celegorm, and cleared his throat, “it would please me to know my father’s work adorns your quarters, lord.”

“There, you see!” Finrod struck the table with the flat of his palm. No one could have known that the gesture came just as Celegorm unclasped the hook over his waist, and that out of sight Finrod had obligingly spread his legs so that Celegorm could plunge his hand beneath the garment.

“I will have it sent tomorrow, then,” said Finrod, as Celegorm tugged at an unnecessarily elaborate system of laces. Yet the project provided opportunity for dozens of glancing touches, and when Finrod hitched his hips Celegorm deliberately slowed his progress. With the laces loose enough that he might have easily reached beneath and taken him in hand, he instead lingered over the straight, stiff shape of Finrod’s erection, feeling the pulse and heat of it through the fabric.

“You are most generous,” Gelennil said, at the same time as Celegorm’s ministrations pushed the tiniest of squeaks from Finrod’s throat. Celegorm exhaled, only the hint of chuckle behind it.

A minor slip, said Finrod’s thought, it will not happen again, so do not try.

A mistake, opening his mind: Celegorm slipped in, pressing at its corners with the throb and heat of his own arousal. Finrod breathed out sharply, slamming the doors of his thought shut even as his hand flew beneath the table to pull out his own cock for Celegorm to take.

Celegorm let his fingers run over the shape of him, feeling out the veins and ridges as he had not had the luxury of doing during their last hurried coupling. Then he winced: the heel of Finrod’s boot had struck his shin.

Above the table, Finrod extended his hand — the one that had only just emerged from between his thighs, Celegorm noted with amusement — and squeezed Gelennil’s forearm. “You’ll forgive me if I do not rise to bid you good night, the day’s journey and the evening’s festivities have made me feel as though I were composed of iron ore. I envy you your bed.”

Celegorm pumped once, and Finrod bucked, ever so slightly, into his hand. His fingers tightened around the other elf’s arm.

Gelennil smiled. “Surely the King can turn into bed whenever he likes?”

“Yes,” said Celegorm, “surely, a bed would be most commodious.” He quickened the pace of his stroking. Finrod’s chest rose and sank, a silent sigh.

“Commodious, lord?” Gelennil looked puzzled.

“Advantageous,” said Celegorm. Gelennil’s expression remained blank. “Convenient? Useful?” Celegorm huffed, for a moment forgetting his task in his impatience with this up-jumped Sindarin peasant.

Finrod’s elbow rammed his ribs, and the pain caused his hand to tighten around Finrod’s cock — which, by the fluttering of his smile, pleased Finrod greatly. Very well, thought Celegorm: if it was roughness he craved, Celegorm would provide it. With a deft turn of the wrist, he tugged and twisted. He was rewarded with a trickle of liquid leaking from the head of Finrod’s shaft.

“A bed would be most commodious indeed,” Finrod lingered luxuriously around the round vowels and sibilance of the word, as Celegorm spread the slick fluid down the length of him. “But, truth be told, I have a terrible fear of leaving early, lest I miss the climax of the evening,” — Celegorm moved down to knead his sack — “nor is my vanity immune to being stroked—” his thighs clenched around Celegorm’s hand, urging it upwards “—by the love of my people.”

Celegorm jerked insistently, coaxing another spill of fluid from him. His own lips parted, imagining how it might taste. Finrod, for his part, abruptly withdrew his hand from Gelennil’s arm and clutched the edge of the table.

“Good night, then!” he said. Without even a hint of recognition, Lord Gelennil (the witless clod) bowed his head and bid them both a good evening.

Finrod released a sigh, as if in idle contentment, which seemed to be how those nearby took it: they smiled in his direction as he fiddled with his bracelets and knit his fingers back together in front of him. He was furiously kneading his palms.

“A bed would be commodious,” Celegorm said, not letting up on the rhythm of his strokes. Though there was little to show for it on his face, by the steady pulse of blood beneath his firm grip he was sure Finrod was very near to spilling. He was himself scarcely able to resist bucking against the constraint of his breeches, or relenting to the overwhelming urge to plunge his other hand under the table. He was certain he could bring himself off with no more than a few quick strokes.

“It would,” Finrod slanted his eyes to meet him and hells, Celegorm nearly spilled from that alone, “but is it not more stimulating sitting here among friends?” Then he gasped. “Friends!” he cried, and his cock twitched and pulsed and twitched again in Celegorm’s hand. With not a second to spare, Celegorm moved to cover his head, and was immediately coated with a forceful spurt of Finrod’s spend.

Finrod had thrown his arms arm wide, drawing all eyes to him, and smiled, dauntless as he surrendered to waves of pleasure beneath the table.

“I must thank you all for your warm reception!” Cheers, as the last of Finrod’s seed trickled between Celegorm's fingers. “I have already expressed by deepest gratitude to my brother Orodreth for holding the Kingdom in my stead,” he lowered his arms to the table. “However—” he brought a hand to Celegorm’s shoulder, nudging him away from his groin. “I neglected to praise my dear cousins Lords Celegorm and Curufin.”

Another round of cheers. Celegorm held his palm, dripping sticky fluid, beneath the table, and returned his brother’s sidelong glance with an insouciant smile. “Their coming has swelled the strength of Nargothrond. We stand now firmer than ever against our foes. But now,” he pushed himself several inches back from the table, “I am spent from my travels and my bed calls me.” His hands fell to his lap. Celegorm glanced down and watched him tuck himself away and clasp his robes over his softening cock. He rose. “I will leave the conclusion of the evening's festivities in the capable hands of my cousins.”

With a swirl of fabrics and jangle of bracelets, he turned a strode from the hall. Celegorm wiped his hand on the cushion of Finrod’s vacated seat and lifted his glass to the remaining guests.

“Let the revels resume,” he said, and took a leisurely sip of wine.

[heckinconfusedparade]

Part 1: Knuckles Goes Treasure Hunting

Knuckles wakes up. Today is the perfect day! Clear weather, nice temperature, yes!

He takes his treasure hunting hat off his nightstand and stands up and does a few big stretches. He’s been waiting for a weekend with 0 plans.

Knuckles joins the others upstairs for breakfast. Sonic raises an eyebrow “what’s with the hat?” “It is my treasure hunting hat.” Knuckles responds, slurping some nice warm coffee. “I think it’s cool!” Says Tails coming to sit next to him with his and Knuckles’ plate. Tom smiles at his son “snazzy hat, Indiana Jones.” “I do not know who that is, but I accept the compliment.

“Knux, are you going treasure hunting?” Maddie asks, finally sitting down, “yes. It is the perfect day to look for treasure. I have been waiting. I can sense that this will be a worthwhile journey.” Knuckles is quickly eating. Tails swallows what’s in his mouth “do ya need a metal detector? You can borrow mine!” “Thank you fox, that is very kind. But unfortunately I will have to decline your offer. I cannot hold something and dig without it slowing me down. I need maximum palm space. I can also simply sense when I get close, which is why I am always successful.” Knuckles finishes his breakfast and goes to put his shoes on.

“Be back for dinner, ok?” Maddie shouts. Knuckles shouts back “of course mother!” And he’s off.

He goes to the corner of the yard. He begins his hole and drills down. He senses something coming from the West, so he tunnels in that direction. It is there he finds his first treasure! Cleaning it off, he has found an old bottle cap. Neat! He puts it in his little pouch and carry’s on.

He digs deeper, following every signal he can. He acquires a bottle, an old coin dating back to 100 years ago. That’s a long time! He wonders if this coin is worth anything now..

At some point he picks up something strong. After a bit more digging, he falls into a cave. He picks himself up and looks around. He gathers some crystals and jewels while continuing down the cave.

Then he spots something.. less of a good sign. A skeleton. He feels himself tense a little, wondering if that person died getting trapped or something attacked them. He makes note of the location and continues forward. It gets colder. He begins hearing whispers.. whispers about turning around, and legends of old. He reaches an open room. In the middle stop a pile of sand is an open treasure chest full of jewels, jewelry, gold,… and a single golden dabloon. This is the strong signal he got. Just by looking at it he can tell it’s very very old, but in remarkable shape.

Knuckles hears a noise behind him and whips around. Then he hears something above him… a pair of glowing blue eyes stare back at him. “Hello? Who are you?” Knuckles points to the figure hanging from the ceiling. The figure drops down to the floor. She is a bat taller than he, dressed in a mixture of stealth clothes and flash. “What are you doin with those jewels, big shot~?” She speaks, stepping closer to him, triggering him to back away “I do not wish to fight you. Are you also a treasure hunter?” Knuckles stands in front of the chest. The bat chuckles darkly “something like that. Now, how about you share your findings with lil ol me, big guy?” she gets in position, expecting a fight. Knuckles blinks “well. I don’t need this jewelry. You can take some. If you made it here, you must be experienced in the art of looking for jewels, and I admire that.” Knuckles shows her the jewelry. The bat gasps and rushes over to it, gathering plenty “well aren’t you just the kindest soul~? Hello gorgeous!” She cuddles a Diamond necklace. The bat returns to Knuckles’ side and places a smooch on his cheek “thank you, stranger!” And flies off. Knuckles is frozen in place trying to process what just happened.

He checks what was left behind and finds a bracelet he thinks Maddie would like, and puts it in his bag with everything else. He decides to keep exploring the cave, and he does so until Knuckles senses something else. He gets the same feeling he did when he was near the master emerald.. but he hears some robotic movement.

Knuckles creeps around the corner of the cave, and peers to take a peak. He spots a robot that is definitely Robotniks. It appears to be searching for something. Another Badnik approaches it “Nothing over here.” “We must keep looking.”

The robots turn to face Knuckles who now stands in full sight, fists balled up “what are you looking for?” He says slowly. The robots prepare for battle. They do not respond, but they begin fire. Knuckles dodges the lasers, hiding behind boulders

He climbs up the wall of the cave onto the ceiling and drills downward into one of the robots, destroying it. The other robot tries to grab him, but he grabs the arm and swings around, landing one big punch into its eye socket. He throws the robot at the other one, causing them to explode. The explosion caused the cave to start rumbling “that’s my signal to leave.” Knuckles says to himself when he spots something glowing out of the corner of his eye. It’s a red emerald. He quickly stuffs it into his bag before tunnelling out of the cave.

He returns to the surface and shakes off the dirt. Knuckles reaches back into the bag and pulls out the emerald. This is it. This is what caused him to feel that way. Could this be one of the Chaos Emeralds? Here on Earth?

Knuckles remembers when Sonic turned back to normal from his Super Sonic form, some bright objects shot out of him and scattered across the sky. This confirms there are more of them, and that if all of them are brought together, they will nearly equal the power the master emerald holds.

He carefully places the emerald back in the bag. If his memory serves him correctly, there are more out there. Six more to be exact.. he will keep an eye out for the rest of them

He returns home just as Tom is setting the table for dinner. Tom pats his head “welcome back, buddy! Did you have fun?” “Yes, I did.” Tails comes running, and wraps his arms and tails around his brother in an embrace “hi!! I missed you!!” “I missed you too, Tails.”

Sonic emerges from where Tails came from. Knuckles smirks at him “did you miss me too, hedgehog?“ Sonic shakes his head “nope.” Tails speaks up “he did!” Knuckles laughs and gives the giggling fox a noogie. Sonic, offended by his baby brothers betrayal, decides he is going to be a good boy and join the table setting.

Maddie comes out of the kitchen and hugs her treasure hunter “looks like you found a bunch of stuff!” “I did. I will tell you all about my journey over dinner.”

Knuckles turns to his brothers “Sonic, Tails, there is something I would first like to discuss with you.” He leads them down into his room in the basement. He pulls out the emerald and places it on the floor in the middle of them.

Sonic gasps “woah.. what is that? It’s like.. a smaller master emerald?” he reaches to try and touch it, but Knuckles moves his hand away “it is a Chaos emerald. When you broke the Master Emerald, they must have materialized and been absorbed by you. When you changed back from your Super form, the emeralds shot up and scattered away in different directions. There are seven.. and we now have one.”

Tails thinks for a moment, then speaks “…so if we have all seven, we can use the power of the master emerald.. without the master emerald?” “Yes. But a single Chaos Emerald is still very powerful on its own.” “I’ll run some tests on it.. I’ll try to make a radar so the others will be easy to find. We cannot let anyone get these emeralds.”

The three brothers share an unbreakable promise fist bump.

They return to the dinner table, and Knuckles begins to tell his tale, from the coin, to the cave, to the whispers, to the chest, to the bat lady. Sonic and Tails look at eachother, then to Knuckles and go “ooooooo~!” When he mentions the bat. “What?” Knuckles asks, putting down his fork. Sonic laughs “you said she kissed you on the cheek, eh~?” Tails makes kissy faces to further the teasing. Knuckles blushes and rolls his eyes “it was merely an act of gratitude and nothing more. I don’t even know her, or her name.” Then he eats his feelings, while his brothers continue to tease him. Tom laughs while Maddie makes the two stop teasing their brother.

Then Knuckles explains his fight with the Badniks.

“..how? Why are Robotniks robots still active? Were they like Unit?” Tom asks. Unit has gone off to pursue poetry, they occasionally come back to visit Tails and Sonic to read poems.

Knuckles shakes his head “these robots appeared to follow strict programming. They had a task.”

Tails hums “maybe it’s possible that they were already given the task before we fought? Or..” his face drops “or someone else has access to Eggmans database.”

Sonic feels some blood leave his face “..or Eggman is still out there. And he knows about the Chaos Emeralds.”

It’s pretty silent for the rest of dinner.

Tom and Maddie discuss what to do while the boys head out to the shed.

It’s time for science stuff.

[zealouscanonindeer]

2. Lost and Found

Two days after this minor puzzle, which to its credit had sufficiently stimulated my brain to bring me slightly out of my lethargy, I noted one of Lestrade's men slogging through the rain - which had not stopped since Watson lost his watch - coming up the walk towards 221 Baker street.

"Ah," I remarked lightly to Watson, "It seems I was mistaken about Scotland Yard's dedication to your pocket-watch."

Watson brightened up immediately - he had till now been mourning his timepiece - and there was a spark of hope in his eyes as Mrs. Hudson showed the visitor up to our door.

"Ah, good afternoon, Gregson," I said as I opened the door, "What brings you here in such hideous weather?"

"Two things, mainly," said he.

"Then perhaps you would like to sit and dry yourself while you talk?" I offered.

Gregson looked a bit pained then as he reluctantly took a seat but declined to dry his overcoat by the fire, and the cordiality seemed to evaporate from the sitting room as he turned to Watson.

"We found your watch," Gregson announced, though the manner in which this statement was delivered understandably confused my friend.

"Where did you find it?" Watson asked, with due caution, "I trust you found it in good condition?"

"It's fine," Gregson said, "But the thing is, we found it at the scene of the latest burglary."

Watson looked and I felt as though we'd both been slapped.

"So, you understand we need to ask you a few questions, Doctor," Gregson continued, all the while looking as though he were attempting to pass a particularly large and jagged gallstone, "It's all a matter of procedure. Nothing against you personally."

Watson looked at me helplessly, then turned back to Gregson. "I'm sure this is all a big mistake," Watson said to me, "I shouldn't be very long, Holmes. You'll see."

He grabbed an overcoat from the coatrack _en_passe_ as he and Gregson left. My mind was racing, so it was only a matter of seconds before I realised that Watson had grabbed my overcoat by mistake. I grabbed his overcoat and was almost at the door, meaning to call them back and return Watson's overcoat, when I noticed something sparkle in the coat pocket. I stopped short by the door, and felt around in the pocket, pulling out what I found there.

It was a delicate diamond bracelet.

[dhanishtha0990]

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[world-of-wales]

Catherine's Jewel Vault (17/∞) ♛

↬ Elsa Peretti® Diamonds by the Yard Bracelet

First worn by Catherine when she and Prince William touched down in Ottawa for their North-American tour in 2011; the Diamonds by the Yard Bracelet became a staple in her official Olympics wardrobe, having been worn by her on almost every appearance during the 2012 London Olympics.

This Tiffany & Co. bracelet was designed by Elsa Peretti and is a piece from the company's Diamonds by the Yard collection.

One of Catherine's go to bracelets in the earlier years following her wedding to Prince William, it is 7" in length and features three bezel-set diamonds separated by a chain in sterling silver.

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Yellow White Gold Over Sterling Silver Simulated Diamond By The Yard Anklet 10"

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Product Specifics All specifications are approximate and may vary for the same model.

Metal

Sterling Silver

Metal Purity

925

Finish

High Polished

Link Style

Cable

Link Type

Solid

Clasp Type

Spring Ring

Length (inches)

10

Weight (gm)

2.5

Main Stone

Simulated Diamond

Main Stone Color

Clear

Main Stone Shape

Round

Setting Type

Bezel

Crafted in

Italy

Style ID: 1436 WJDGM46980550

[glenpowcll]

Sydney,

Happy Premiere Day for our movie, Anyone But You! This will be the one day I’ll say you are “Mothering”. Thanks for putting up with my crazy shenanigans while filming and even during the press tour. This was one of the most fun films to be apart of and I truly wouldn’t have picked anyone but you to be my leading lady.

Love,

Glen

Beautiful Flower Bouquet

Custom Printed Pillow with Glen Powell Plastered On It

Diamonds by the Yard Bracelet by Tiffany’s

[chaser480]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Tiffany & Co Elsa Peretti 5 Diamond, Diamond by the Yard 18k Gold Bracelet Pouch.

[thornstocutyouwith]

Name: Despereaux Ludde Benjamin Sorley Ásgeir Kristofor Davie Howie Jovian Wolfram Glaucia Pandora

Meaning of Name:  Despereaux: Sorrow, To feel astonishment or Wonder. Ludde: Famous Warrior; Well-known Fighter. Benjamin: Son of the right hand, A favorite son. Sorley: Summer wanderer. Ásgeir: Spear of the gods. Kristofor: He who holds Christ in his heart. Davie: Cherished; Beloved. Howie: Brave Heart. Jovian: Jupiter. Wolfram: Wolf, Raven. Glaucia: Steel blue color. Pandora: All-gifted.

Nickname(s):  Ben, Bennie, Kris, X, 

Age: 30

Birthday: December 25

Species/Nationality:  Human, American (Las Vegas)

Accent: Yes

Language spoken: English,

Powers: None

Weaknesses/Illness/Allergies: Normal human weaknesses, Cranberry Allergy, 

Pet: Weasel (Severus, Male) 

Occupation: Professional Skateboarder, ex-Video game store employee, 

Faceclaim:  Logan Lerman

Description: Shoulder length curly brown hair. Unstyled. Hazel eyes. Burn on one side of his face. Piercings on his right eyebrow, his navel, his nasal septum, his upper lip, his lower lip and his tongue. 

Outfit/Accessories/Jewelry: Wears fine clothes, mostly in black, and revealing, and traditionally expensive boots. Gold diamond bracelet shaped similarly to a snake with a 1960s style. Teardrop earring in Victorian style, colored lavender/purple, that he keeps on a backpack. Earring shaped like five apples, that he keeps on a backpack. A blindfold. Wooden ring. Upside Down teardrop shaped pin. Mask. Dark rose pendant. Almond shaped crystal pendant.

Height: 6’0”

Weight: 175

Body Build: Average/Athletic

Backstory/Background:

Despereaux was born into a poor family. He was born the youngest of seven other children. Because their family was quite large, and their parents had always been working some job or another. The children were often left alone and began to be neglected. This often left to some of his older siblings stepping in to take care of their younger siblings while their parents were busy working. For some years Despereaux would grow up in their family home. He would develop a wild sense of adventure and often be caught wandering around the yard, and farm land their old family home sat on.

But because of his parents always being busy and never having time, Despereaux would also develop into being more difficult to handle at times. Going through a rough phase. This did not help when one night his parents had turned up murdered by some means, due to their careers. The children were then shipped off to an orphanage. The death of his parents had left Despereaux a bit traumatized. For many years that followed after that trauma had affected his day to day life.

Despereaux would become separated from most, and then all of his siblings as they were placed in different orphanages across the state. Their family home condemned. Though there was something...supernatural about the orphanage Despereaux would come to find himself in. Even as a young boy, the vibes were certainly uncomfortable to him. Within this orphanage had also been a secret door. One which Despereaux was told not to go into, at all, if he ever found himself near it. Which he would, several times, actually. He would also feel very frightened each time it would appear.

Despite this, Despereaux would continue living an average life. He would attend a normal, average human school, full of all the cliques and sub-cliques one can imagine. Despereaux would also start to get into many different activities over time. Mostly into skating, as he would find himself hanging out with the skaters more and more. At his school there was a lot of tension between the different main cliques. This was because a rumor had surfaced about an emo and a prep getting together. After this rumor spread far enough, the clique soon began to clash. Despereaux however couldn’t be bothered with it all. It was mostly bullshit and nonsense in his opinion. Instead he focused on himself and his interests. 

Despereaux lives at the orphanage until he is seventeen years old and then moves out into his own apartment. He gets a job not long after working at a video game store and life seems to go very well for him. He starts playing instruments and working on his skating and singing for the most part. Eventually earning a reputation and becoming a professional skateboarder. 

(Work In Progress)

Personality:

Distant, Talkative, Hyper, Amusing, Sad, Popular, Understanding, Perceptive, Vivacious, Attractive, Skillful, Appreciative, Realistic, Sober, Skeptical, Unhurried, Strict, Restrained, Sarcastic, Offhand, Forgetful, Nihilistic, Selfish, Desperate, Argumentative, Grand, Escapist,

Quirks/Savvies/Other: Smelling things, Believes in mythical creatures, Toys with small objects, Committing Petty Crime, Muttering when worried, Prone to stuttering, Believes in and practices magic, Squints, Adventurous eater (Including Leaves, flowers, rocks...), Has bad tastes for relationships, Unnerved by the ocean, Unlucky, Is double jointed, Prone to humming, Nibbles on things, Tinkerer, Thumb/Finger sucking, Ashamed of their liking comics, Unnerved by UFOs, Optimistic, Drinking condiments, Foot tapping when nervous, Never bored, Reciting strange facts, Dislikes attention, Has a good reputation, Vague,  Skill: Magic, Alchemy, Fencing, Metalworking, Glassblowing, Martial Arts, Juggling, Following Trails, Figuring things out, Sculpting, Remembering Details, Falconry, Artistic Skills, Acting, Calligraphy, Haggling, Smooth-talking, Skating, Agile/Movement based skills, Knitting, Pyrotechnics, Philosophy, Imaginative, Lying, Mathematics, Taxidermy, Making people feel comfortable and safe around him, Knot tying, Running, Acrobatic, Programming, Tight Rope walking, Masonry, Hobbies: Impulsive online shopping, Embroidery, Digital art, Civil War History/Site Visiting, Tattooing, Archeology, Golfing, Hunting ancient artifacts, Board/Tabletop Games, Reviewing Gadgets, Entertaining, Feng shui, Visiting Museums across the world, Journaling, Leather tooling, Book Restoration, Farming, Jiu Jitsu, Lego Building, Experimenting, 

Likes: Sweets, Animals, Art, Music, Books, Sketching, Video games, Comics, Manga, Instruments, Board/tabletop games, Skateboarding, Singing,Guitar, Piano, Band, Music History, Recording Studios, Anime, Music, Fighting, Making fun of preps, Conspiracy Theories, Goblincore, Wizards and Witches, Climbing, Archery, Pickles, Exploring, Games, Paleontology, Holidays, Worms, Sandcastles, Tigers, Chickens, Poetry, Martial Arts, Quilts, Pranking, Flowers, Organization, Heights, Volunteering, Foreign Music, Frogs, Painting, Photography, Fungi, Fairy Tales, Winter, Training Animals, Playing Instruments(Piano preferably, Reed Pipes), Mythical Creatures, Strategy, Owls, The color Green, Crafting, Trains, Fantasy Novels, Favorite Drinks: Black Russian, Antoccino, Doppelbock, Traminer, Lucazade, Sodastream, Bourbon milk punch, Syrup, Favorite Foods: Applesauce, Raisin Toast, Baby Ruth, Long John Silvers, Kiwano, Bamboo Shoots, Fat Rascal, Popchips, Crab Ice Cream, Anneau du Vic-Bilh, Slow Cooker Parmesan Ranch Oyster Crackers, Strata, Guava Mango Pop Tart, Tavern Sandwich, Cornish Game Hen, Lobster Bisque, Tangerine Dream Pepper, Bubble Tape Gum, Cheetos Crunchy Cheddar Jalapeno, Sauce Africaine, Dark Chocolate Cherry Cordial Popcorn, Cinnamon Pecan Swirl Cookies, Puto, Chicken Tikka Curry, A&W Root Beer Jelly Belly, Cadbury Creme Egg Cupcakes, Chocolate Orange Cookies, White Chocolate Oreos, Hazelnut Pear Muffins, Star Anise, Chicken Fajita Quesadillas,

Dislikes: Rude People, Bugs, The Cold, Annoyances, Idiots, Jerks, Jocks, Preps, Teachers, Cop Shows, Chess, Treasure Island, Rocks, Clay, Cleaning, Pastel Colors, Spring, Competitive Sporting, Bats, Wonder Woman, Mathematics, Statues, Magical Girls, Hardwood Floor, Clubbing, Hand-Holding, Puppets, Fire, 

Fears: Fear of snakes, Speaking publicly, Necrophobia, Fear of darkness, 

Personality Tests:

Other: Capricorn, 

Parent(s):

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Sibling(s): 7 older siblings.

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Ice and Fire AU: Visemon Black

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Bridal Accessories To Complete Your Wedding Look

Bridal accessories are as necessary to complete the bridal look, as packaging is to a wedding gift. The wedding gown would be incomplete without matching wedding accessories.

Here's a quick rundown of the bridal accessories you want to pay attention to.

Wedding veils:

Other than the wedding gown, the veil is another piece of wedding accessories that shouts - "Here comes the bride!" If you choose to wear a wedding veil, make sure you pick one that suits you and your wedding gown. Veils come in varying lengths. The shoulder length flyaway style is very popular with modern brides. However, the traditional cathedral veil is ultraformal and three and one-half yards long. That is one Wedding Gowns for Bridal bridal accessory that makes a statement! Headpieces: Generally, headpieces are used to attach the veil in place. Combs, headbands, backpieces and Juliet caps are all popular bridal accessories. These wedding accessories look very beautiful and are decorated with pearls, crystals, beads, lace or even flowers! You can also choose to skip the veil altogether and just wear a headpiece. Tiaras, crowns, half-crowns, wreaths and bunwraps are bridal accessories that don't need a veil to complete the look. Jewelry: The wedding jewelry you wear adds a finishing touch to your bridal outfit. Your engagement ring and wedding band is a given. However, don't forget about the necklace, earrings and possibly a bracelet. Jewelry is a great way to take care of the something old, new, borrowed and blue. Family heirlooms work really well as bridal jewelry. Also, pearls are classic but diamonds are ever popular too. Shoes & stockings: Finding the right shoes to complement your bridal gown can be almost as difficult as finding the gown itself! Comfort should be your top priority when shopping for this bridal accessory since you will be on your feet most of the time. Fabrics like velvet, satin and silk lend a delicate and formal touch to your wedding shoes. Add a bit of embellishment like beads, sequins, pearls or crystals and you'll feel as special as Cinderella! Gloves: Gloves are making a comeback as a bridal accessory, assisted by the increasing preference for strapless and sleeveless gowns. In general the trend is that the shorter the sleeve the longer the glove. Handbags: You won't be carrying this bridal accessory with you all the time. However, it is a good idea to have a small purse on hand to hold small items for touch-ups. Clutches work well. In general, bridal accessories help complete the wedding look. While your gown makes up eighty percent of your bridal look, it would be left incomplete without complementing bridal accessories. So take the time to accessorize your wedding day outfit, the simple details make will make you all the more stunning.

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The Best Article For Lovers Of Jewelry

Buying or selling jewelry is an essential part of the jewelry market, but understanding it and how to avoid scams can be tricky. There are tricks to finding quality pieces, tricks to selling more pieces, etc. Here are some steps you can take to buy or sell jewelry more intelligently.

Pewter jewelry has been widely popular for decades. If you're looking to invest in jewelry pieces made from pewter, make sure that they are lead free. For a long time, pewter jewelry has contained lead causing many unhealthy side effects to the wearer. Usually modern jewelry made from this metal is advertised as lead-free if it doesn't contain any.

Attending yard-sales is a great way to build up a collection of jewelry. Many people sell old costume jewelry for practically pennies. This is a perfect opportunity to stock up on broken pieces that can be repaired or made into new jewelry later. Many new beautiful pieces of jewelry can be born of old broken pieces. Use yard-sales to build up your collection.

If you lose the butterfly backing for your post earrings, you can easily replace them. Many local craft stores carry replacement backings for post earrings in the jewelry making aisles. You can find them in different metals such as sterling silver, gold plating, silver plating or silver tone metal. You no longer have to throw your old earrings out, you can replace the backing quite affordably.

Buying jewelry for someone else can be challenging. Look at what they choose for themselves and try to find something similar. Avoid sized items like rings unless you know what their size is. If you guess, what's going to happen if you guess wrong? It may help to go window shopping with them and see if they mention a certain store, brand, or even a specific item.

Buy real gemstones, not fake knock-offs. Real gemstones, like diamonds, give off a gorgeous sparkle that can be spotted from a mile away. Fake gems are dull and glassy and aren't even worth wearing. If you can't afford a real gemstone, why not buy a Swarovski crystal? They're gorgeous, too, and have their own special sparkle to share.

If you find yourself putting off wearing a bracelet because you wear a watch, buy a bracelet that matches your watch in style and color, and wear it on your other wrist. Bracelets are fun and are one of the only pieces of jewelry that you can see on yourself when you're wearing them. Wear one on your wrist without a watch, or simply get rid of your watch altogether.

When buying jewelry, ask a friend what looks good on you. Though you may have a preference for gold, it may turn out to be that silver actually looks best for you and your skin tone. Of course, always consider your tastes, but don't forego advice from others about what makes you look best.

Consider which precious metal to choose for your engagement ring purchase. After setting and stone, the type of metal you choose makes your ring one of a kind. You should pay attention to any jewelry that your sweetie wears to fully understand her preference. Some women like white metals, while others appreciate yellows.

If you're looking for a good piece of jewelry on a budget have you ever considered a pawn shop? Oftentimes people in hard financial times pawn their jewelry, even brand new and in pristine condition. This affords you the opportunity to get a fine piece of jewelry at a fraction of the price!

Be sure to ask the person you are dealing with at the jewelry store if the gem you are trying to purchase has been treated in any way. A lot of times they are treated to make them look better and last longer, but that decreases the value of the gem.

Educate yourself before purchasing that special engagement ring. Diamonds can be confusing, and understanding the "Four Cs" is important as it will affect the quality and price of your stone. Do a little research before looking at your options. Talk to a trusted jeweler as well. This will help you to get the best value for your money.

When purchasing precious gemstones, be sure to ask whether they are genuine, natural stones, if this is important to you. The distinction between natural gemstones and "created" or synthetic ones is not always apparent, and some jewelers will not necessarily point it out to you. Created and synthetic stones are not fakes, but they are created in a laboratory rather than pulled from deep within the earth.

As you have read, buying or selling jewelry is incredibly important to the jewelry market, especially if they pertain to professional needs. Understanding standard practices in the world of jewelry can make it easier for you to understand how you should buy or sell jewelry. Following the above tips is a very good starting place.

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Armor Champions Super R - Season 3 - Episode 176 (Season Finale) (Do Not Copy)

   Everyone had gathered at the front yard outside. Those led by Jede and Relena stood near the front door of the mansion while the others -- Gei Allazar, Nina Kannon, Eiri Allazar, Ronan, and Nemo Allazar -- were at the other side.

   Gei who was the far left side had on a collared black shirt, dark-red jeans, and dark-brown shoes.

   Nina who stood at the other side had on a buttoned pink blouse with long sleeves and tight white jeans that came down to her ankles. She also wore a pair of black sandals. And she wore a long brown bracelet around each wrist.

   Jede wore a blue shirt with long black sleeves, tight gray jeans, and white shoes. And his long dark hair was worn out.

   Relena had on black eyeliner and red lipstick. And her long blond hair was out as well. She wore a sleeveless pink shirt, a long white dress, and brown slippers.

   Aaron had on a pale-violet shirt with short sleeves, tight brown jeans, and black boots.

   And the small dogs -- Artemis and Diana -- were standing by the left foot of Jede.

   "You think more form the cult will come for Nemo?" asked Aaron.

   "That may be so," replied Nina. "Lord Sastro is not certain. But we are to perform what is possible to secure Young Lord Nemo."

   "I will accompany them back to Planet Mars," Ronan informed them. "I shall stand before the Council including Lord Allazar. And I will do what I can to exonerate myself."

   "It'll be okay," replied Eiri. "And Nemo will have both his parents."

   "But you will come back and see us?" asked Relena.

   Nina shook her head and answered "If it is safe, we may bring Lady Eiri and Lord Nemo to this planet for you to see them."

   A saddened Nemo lowered his head as he told Kody "I wish I didn't have to go. I wanted to spend more time with you Mikey."

   Kody shook his head and said "I wish for that to happen. But Nina is right. It truly is not safe for you here right now."

   Eiri informed her young son "We will see Michael again. And his friends. I'm sure Sastro will find a way."

   Kody placed his right hand on the left shoulder of his friend and said "I would like you to do something this task for me."

   "What?" cried Nemo. "Anything!"

   "Let Lord Allazar train you," Kody told him. "He can teach things to you that he did with me. With enough training, you may surpass even someone like me."

   "Big Brother Kody,"

   Gei walked a few steps forward and informed Kody "I'll train him. Nemo will get the hand of defending himself in no time. You can count on me."

   Nemo turned to him and asked "You will?"

   Gei placed his hands on his waist and answered "Of course. Living on Mars won't be easy. I'm going to teach you everything from A to Z."

   And Gei told Eiri "Don't worry. I'll take great care of him."

   A smiling Eiri shook her head and said "I know you will, Gei."

Armor Champions Super R -- Episode 176:  United -- Clearing the Way

   During the evening, the champion in golden armor -- Jede of the Cosmic Fire -- arrived at the front of a small cave as he carried the long katana that had the glowing red blade.

   At the entrance of the cave was the emotionless Kali with her right hand forward. And the others -- Sapphire and Aiden -- stood behind her waiting for Jede.

   Aiden who held the long katana with the glowing golden blade walked toward him as Jede greeted "Hello there."

   "Hey there Jede!" called Aiden.

   Jede soon discovered large clear diamonds standing around the entire cave.

   Aiden informed him "We aren't taking chances this time. Kali is placing all types of seals around the cave. That's why she had Kal form his crystals."

   "That sounds to be the best option," responded Jede.

   Sapphire stepped to them and reported "Kali has formed six seals around the cave along with two inside. There will be no chance for anyone with a greater power to break through. Your Red Katana will be secured inside, Jede."

   And a relieved Jede shook his head.

   Then both Jede and Kali walked into the small cave.

   As soon as he placed the blade of his sword into a large block of stone at the end of the cave, Jede stood with a calm smile.

   "You aren't wrong to do this," Kali told him. "No one should have such a great power."

   "I know," said Jede. "This will be for the best. No other being will be able to wield its great but frightening power."

   And the pair walked out of the cave.

   "Now," Aiden responded. "Kal and I should head back to our time. But first, we must take this sword back to the Jede in the other time. And we should create seals to protect that cave too."

   "I have memorized every seal Kali has performed for this cave," reported Sapphire. "So I can easily perform them."

   "I figured you did," commented Aiden. "You always had good memory."

   Jede turned to her and asked "And what will you do?"

   Kali shook her head and replied "I will do the same Sapphire does. I'll travel through the galaxies and do my best to keep everyone safe."

   She gave a kind smile and added "Perhaps I will meet up with my Aiden again, and the present Sapphire."

   Aiden gave a quick chuckle and commented "Knowing me in this time, I would be in a backwoods planet drinking instead of studying with Minerva."

   "And I am certain my present self..." added Sapphire. "...still fights against those who possess shards of the wicked Black Crystal."

   A large black void quickly opened at the front of the cave.

   "Looks like our ride's here!" called Aiden. "Let's go!"

   Jede quickly gave a hug to Sapphire as he said "I hope to see your present self some day. Take care of yourself Kal."

   "You as well," Sapphire told him.

   And a kind Sapphire hurried into the portal.

   Then Jede gave a hug to Aiden as he cried "You take care of yourself!"

   "I will," said Aiden.

   But he leaned closer to Jede and told him "You and Relena are going to be fine. In fact, expect a surprise in a few years."

   Aiden hurried toward the portal and called "And Jede! Keep an eye on Billy! Bad things are going to happen soon! Be prepared!"

   And Aiden finally ran into the closing portal as Jede cried "Graceful Athena! What does he mean by a surprise regarding Relena and myself? And what about Billy?"

   After that portal closed, Jede gave out a warm smile as Kali floated to the air.

   "You stay safe!" Jede told her. "And always be attentive of your surroundings!"

   And Kali flew off after shaking her head.

   Jede continued to wave as he thought "I may always wonder what Aiden meant by that. What surprise will encounter both myself and Relena in our future? And what will happen to Billy?"

   On a nearby planet, someone sat at a small table as they enjoyed a small glassed cup of clear liquid.

   It was a younger Aiden of the Half Moon. He had clear blue eyes and fair skin. He had wavy blond hair with a long low pony-tail. And he had a golden ring on the bottom of each ear. He wore a white suit on his body with bright pink armor. He had a small golden pendant on the top of his chest. He also wore a pair of black gloves and black boots. And he had on a long green coat that was opened along with no sleeves.

   After he took a sip from his cup, Aiden laid the back of his head down as he held the cup with his left hand. And he closed his eyes as he was relaxed.

   A female's voice called out "Aiden, you idiot!"

   The small dog in gray fur named Minerva hurried onto a chair by his left side.

   And she yelled "Yet again I find you drinking instead of studying from the advanced medical book! What the hell?"

   "Oh keep your fur on!" Aiden told her. "I just came on a break! I'll study later."

   "Later or never?" cried Minerva. "You're the Legendary Medical Champion after all! You should be ready for anything!"

   "Chill out Minnie!" Aiden replied. "The books will still be there! I'm trying to relax now!"

   As he held it close to his lips, a large crack appeared on the glassed up.

   Aiden quickly noticed it and said "Well that's not good."

   "What?" cried Minerva. "Why do I sense this strange ki?"

   Another person soon appeared behind him as Aiden sat his cup on the table.

   "I'm not even that hammered yet," implied Aiden. "I can sense that ki as well. And it's so familiar."

   The person greeted "Well hello, Aiden."

   Aiden stared at him as the person sat at the other side of the table.

   "It's you!" cried Minerva. "But how? Why now?"

   This was a young man that looked similar to Aiden. He had a well-built body and fair skin. He had white hair that was the same style along with the long pony-tail. He also had a pair of pale-violet eyes with light-blue tint at the top. And he wore a pair of red earrings with one red diamond hanging down. He had on a white outfit with two types of long white robes. He also had a pair of short white boots. On his chest was a silver pendant with a black crystal and three upside-down half-moon symbols at the bottom. And he had the softest smile.

   "Jer... Jerin Octavius!" called Aiden.

   A guarded Minerva asked "Why have you come? And where have you been this entire time?"

   The white-haired man placed his elbows on the table as his hands were together.

   And he continued to smile until he said "It is nice to be seen by you as well, Minerva."

   A blushing Aiden cried "Like she said, what the hell are you doing here?"

   "We can finally talk face-to-face," The man implied. "And with no one important watching. That includes her, our fair lady Mystic."