#of jewels and gems

[chinoiseriene]

Carved green jade vase with coral flowers. China, 20th century.

Carved dark jade vase with coral branches. China, 19th century.

Carved prasiolite (green quartz) vase with coral branches. China, 20th century.

Gemstone carving is one of China's most ancient and important art forms. It is a craft steeped in history and tradition, continually reflecting the philosophy and culture of the Chinese people.

By traditional Chinese definition, hardstones are divided into two categories: jade, either jadeite or nephrite, and all other precious and semi-precious stones. Jade is considered the most esteemed gem of all and associated with many desirable qualities in humans.

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[westernjewelsau]

"God you're so annoying"

"Hm, sure sweetheart," she chuckled

Finally get to show off my commission from @solarockk y'all better give them all the love because just look at this beautiful artwork!! This is from act 2 of The Western Jewels :eyes: so y'all have that to look forward to! Send some questions, and I might just answer, I'm excited to see everyone's reactions, please, dont hold back ;)

[thicksexyasswomen46]

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[oh-bother-stickers]

[spookbooh]

How Liyue Men would kiss you.

Ft. Baizhu, Xiao, & Zhongli.

Baizhu

His touch is feather-light- calculated, careful. Like a doctor holding a scalpel and afraid you might break. But you never seem to miss that subtle glint in his golden eyes.

That man knows exactly what he’s doing.

He’d lean close, brushing a cool knuckle under your chin and lifting your face with that gentle, healer’s touch. He’s surely aware of his affect on you- your body floating and heart nearly bursting at the seams.

“You’ve been over exerting yourself,” he’d murmur softly- eyes flickering briefly to your lips and knowing you’d caught the glance like a fish out of water. His voice is warm, like a cup of steaming herbal tea and some medicinal honeycomb sprinkled inside.

The charm hanging from his glasses clinks softly as he lifts them up out of the way and then— oh… he leans in slowly. The tension washes over you in a wave, though it was already present before the insidious doctor hovered slowly- no- deliberately.

“Perhaps…” he whispers to you, only you. His breath fades on your skin, cheeks already warm from his rather intense presence.

“… a different kind of remedy is in order…?” His voice holds no coldness- none of his professional facade he typically uses at the Pharmacy. Doctors have to be professional, after all. Avoiding malpractice, negligence, all those big terms he’s explained to you once before when you asked.

His breath mingles with yours, and he engages after you give a slight nod. His skin lingers with the scent of mint before he finally introduces his lips to yours.

It’s soft, slow. Like he’s trying to memorize every second and observe your behavior like a research project. His lips linger against yours like a secret he’s not quite ready to let slip past. His hands might drift to your face, cradling your cheek like fragile chinaware or they might fall downward to gently slide along your waist, perfect circles over your hips. Always careful, always reverent. But there’s a simmering passion beneath that calm surface.

He’s holding back, just for now.

After he pulls back, he smiled softly seeing your dazed expression and feeling the skin beneath his fingers twitch in excitement. He’d brush your hair back, humming softly.

“It would seem that the patient needs another dose. What’s a good pharmacy to send it to?”

You’d huff, mildly amused.

Xiao

Xiao is a rather… interesting individual. He’s reserved, tense. Intimacy, especially with a mortal is a completely foreign concept to the Yaksha.

He would probably observe citizens of Liyue, seeing how many of those with closer emotional relationships would share a kiss- another thing he was absolutely unfamiliar with- and wonder why they did it. Why they bothered trying to initiate seemingly pointless gestures and physical touch.

He’d appear beside you out of the dark night skies of Liyue, his amber eyes locked on you like he’s trying to decipher a code.

“I would like to attempt something, mortal. If you’d allow me to come close- just this once.” You obliged, of course. Curious.

The next thing you knew, his gloved hands pulled you close- closer than you were expecting, at least. The Yaksha had always been keen about keeping you at an arms length.

His touch was precarious, quite nearly trembling as his heart pumped beats into his fingers. You could feel it. His adrenaline was pumping now. Your muscles tensed, slight unease as touch from Xiao himself was new… yet not discomforting.

His brows are slightly furrowed like he’s afraid to mess up, like he’s concentrated on a goal much like his expression while fighting.

When his lips finally seal onto yours? It’s hesitant, as if testing the waters. Like he’s touching something holy.

It’s not about technique- because only Morax knows he’s never kissed someone before- but it’s about the meaning behind it. The comfort he’s shown with you and the vulnerability he’s showing now.

He pours his entire being into the kiss. His soul? At least, what’s left of it is yours. Tainted and battered- but it’s yours. The kiss is short, but powerful, like a vow painted onto your skin.

When he pulls back, he turns away- a hand brought up to shield his cheek. The tips of his ears are red, and his eyes refuse to meet yours even when you tug on his top to grab his attention again.

“Forgive me, I was simply.. testing what ridiculous reasoning could possibly be behind such gestures. You mortals seem to like this, from what I’ve seen,” he mumbles.

You stifle and laugh and try to pry his hand from his face to see the look in those eyes of his.

Zhongli

Zhongli is all elegance and control, but not in a cold way. He’s warm, intentional- slow, even. He wouldn’t rush, especially when he doesn’t need to. He’s never needed to rush with you.

When he wants to initiate a kiss, he makes it feel like a grand declaration, like all the stars aligned for this one moment.

He brushes his fingertips over your jaw, grabbing and almost hovering over the front of your neck. His eyes lock with yours briefly and- though intimidating to be watched so closely by Morax himself- it feels fitting.

His voice, always sounding like velvet wrapped honey and the deepens of it making your cheat rumble.

“May I, my dear? I find myself longing to taste the words I can’t seem to say,” he says slowly, dragging the moment out.

When you nod, he would waste little time. Again- not rushing- but not quite desperate enough, either.

His lips are plush, moving against yours with purpose. His other hand feels out the dip of your back, the other remained gently grabbing your jaw in between his thumb and his fingers, spread out and positioned like your jawline is the rim of his teacup.

He kisses you like you’re the most delicate treasure in Liyue Harbor, making your knee slightly weak as he maps you out like an ancient script with his mouth; like he’s writing oaths into your skin with every touch.

And when he finally pulls away, you feel like you’re floating. He’ll hum a laugh and rest his forehead against yours, murmuring sweet nothings.

“I hope my affections were conveyed well. But if not, I shall try again,” he sighed.

“For however long it takes.”

[vegley]

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[rosieandthemoon]

Via

[acquired-stardust]

Legend of Mana Playstation 1999

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The tale of Alex Turner's girlfriend's jumper, Josh Homme, and the making of Humbug

(Extracts from Mojo Magazine, September 2009)

The jumper sealed the deal: the cable-knit jumper, belonging to his girlfriend. Alex Turner just happened upon it early one evening in the different late summer of 2008, as he waited for the telephone to ring. It wasn't so much the fact of it being a girl's jumper. He could get away with wearing a size skinny, after all. And besides, it would be dark at the gig he planned to go to later on. No, it was the cable-knit which gave him pause. Was he, Alex wondered, really a cable-knit guy?

His reverie was interrupted by the call he'd been expecting. Alex had spoken to Josh Homme before: the Queens Of The Stone Age leader declared himself a fan by marching into the Arctic Monkeys dressing room at a Belgian festival the previous year; later in 2007 the Monkeys supported the Queens in Houston. Compliments were exchanged, though Alex did wonder about the precise mutuality of this appreciation. Maybe 70-30? Obviously, the Monkeys were big fans of QOTSA: the Queens' sensual dirt-rock had been a key benchmark for their album Favourite Worst Nightmare. And Josh Homme? He had at least heard of Alex's band, and that was good enough. But now here he was, on the phone, accepting the invitation to produce the next Arctic Monkeys album. Alex deferred taking the conversation down to brass tracks. Airily, he mentioned his knitwear dilemma.

Homme was firm on the matter.

"Go for it, man."

But I'm not sure. I mean, it belongs to me girlfriend, and it fits, and it looks all right, but...

"Just throw caution to the wind," said Homme, as if issuing an imperial edit. "Let go of those inhibitions you've got there and just wear your cable-knit."

Sound, said Alex. So, about this record...?

"I listened to the demo," said Homme. "I heard 30 seconds of it and thought, You're coming to the desert." Then, to himself, he added with relish. "And little do you know what's about to happen..."

That evening, Alex Turner wore his girlfriend's cable-knit jumper. A month or so later, he and his three bandmates were picked up from a Los Angeles hotel by Josh Homme and driven out to the small Mojave Desert town of Joshua Tree, where they began recording the new Arctic Monkeys album. One phone abut cable-knitwear later, Arctic Monkeys were off to southern California for a hot date.

....

Presiding throughout this transformative process [of recording Humbug], during the warm autumn days or late into the chilly desert nights, would be Alex Turner's girlfriend's cable-knit jumper.

"Josh likes to speak in analogies, in terms of how things should sound," says the Arctic Monkeys' songwriter with a chuckle, as he reflects upon the six-month gestation of his band's new album. "Cable-knits got mentioned a lot during recording. He was like, if you can wear a cable-knit you can put a glockenspiel on a tune. It became a metaphor: you can wear a cable-knit and then sonically we can try something different. We went off on a little adventure. Because we were conscious that if this were really going to work, we would have to open up a little more than we have in the past. Joshua Tree really feels far away. You felt..." He frowns, reaching for the right word. "Unpoliced."

Which all rather begs the question: does that six and a half foot ginger hunk of abiding rockness Josh Homme wear cable-knitwear? A small smile plays around the corners of Alex Turner's mouth.

"He assured me he did."

....

The previous evening Alex finally spoke to Josh Homme for the first time since Humbug's completion. After expressing his delight with the end results of their combat crawl through the Mojave badlands, Homme enquired whether Turner was going out later. Alex informed that he was. "Cable-knits?" asked Homme. "Cable-knits," said Alex, the Arctic Monkey, comfortable in the embrace of the strange.

....

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