#star wars jewelry necklace

[techhasmjolnir]

So, I make things from time to time, aside from smutty stories. Here's a few pretty necklaces I made featuring my beloved astral twins. Charms are made by me, and let me tell you, there is a major learning curve to those little shits. Nice thing is, now that I know what I'm doing and actually have the proper materials, now I can make them much easier, and yes, ultimately I would like to make one for each of the guys, plus our little bad ass Omega.

All stainless steel components for Crosshair's, and nearly all stainless steel components for Tech's, except for the hamsa hand, which is made of raw brass.

Considering opening up commissions for something like these, probably in the $25 range. Any interest?

[whalesharkgummer]

[magicalshopping]

♡ Lightsaber Necklace Set: Darth Vader // Obi-Wan Kenobi ♡ 

♡ from Merchoid ♡

[amorseart]

Hello!! Long time no post, but I'm currently working on revamping and replacing all of my Star Wars-inspired Morse code jewellery, so there's a little 10% sale on the originals today. Just until May the Fourth, when the new collection drops!

[kaminocasey]

🎃 HAPPY HALLOWEEN! 🎃

I hope you all have a great Halloween and make sure to stay safe!!! 🧡🎃🧡

Lula Necklace from Etsy. Helmet from Amazon. Jacket, I did myself. And the t-shirt was a birthday present from @grievouus!!! 🧡

[nalyniavadelletargaryen]

[ HOTD - Greif-striken Aegon ]

Summary: At the Queen Dowager's request, you take on the role of Jaehaera’s primary caregiver but bear the burden of catching the King’s eye.

Warnings: canon Aegon + dubcon / noncon + mentions of death + slight angst + hurt/comfort + smut

Grief-stricken Aegon is surprised to see you playing with his daughter in the garden, temporarily distracted from his anger by a curiosity about you. Jaehaera sits on your lap as you play with her, keeping her happy and your focus solely on her. Although the King doesn’t recognize you, he hesitates before approaching you, his anger turning into interest when you smile at him. You had been warned by his mother to be cautious of him, given the grief in the castle after the loss of the young prince. Despite your reservations, you decide to be kind and give Aegon the benefit of the doubt as you respectfully acknowledge him and then return your attention to Jaehera.

Grief-stricken Aegon leaves you with his daughter, slipping back into a quiet rage as the sight of her reminds him of Jaehaerys. You cradle the young girl close as her father stalks down the stone halls. Sighing in relief, you watch his silver locks disappear around a corner, completely relaxing when Jaehrra smiles. In a month, she had grown attached to you, mistakenly calling you 'mama' once or twice, but you always managed to correct her. Although your heart fluttered at her recognition, you knew very well that her birth mother, Queen Helena, needed no more strife and that prying ears would quickly spread the rumor of her quick attachment to you. When it happened a third time, you corrected Jaehaera as always, cheeks warm with gratitude. However, your decision remained firm. Unfortunately, you were not quick enough to hush her with a gentle reprimand, and Sir Larys overheard the young princess's adoration for you as he passed by the library where you read to her before supper. He wasted little time using the new revelation to his advantage. He tells the King of Jaehera's love for you, explaining it as a harmless but vaguely dangerous trust shift. Aegon feeds into his observation with contained interest.

Grief-stricken Aegon, overcome with sorrow, sends for you the following evening, calling you to the council room after a long day of war planning. You come at his command after putting Jahera to bed and bidding the Queen goodnight. You take your time to reach him, rightfully afraid of the man you've heard raging about the castle in a constant state of vengeance. You're particularly fearful of your growing desire to feel his pain somehow. Jaehaera is the sweet and well-mannered maiden child, much like her mother, and you can only begin to imagine how lovely her brother had been. You know well that pitying their father shouldn't be your prominent state of mind, but having a tender heart makes it devastatingly hard not to. So, you heed his call, entering the council room and standing at the doors with your head held preemptively low. You greet him quietly, withholding the tremor in your tone as you try to steel yourself against his scrutinizing stare.

Grief-stricken Aegon was far from displeased by the sight of you. Since he briefly saw you in the Keep's courtyard, hed been considering many details and assets you possessed. You appeared pious, gentle, and careful in how you presented yourself. You held the traits he knew his mother had explicitly sought: modesty and fairness. Aegon assumed you were a young lady, yet how you carried yourself made him believe you had surpassed his sister's maturity. He took note of the seven-pointed star necklace you kept clasped around your neck; the gold jewelry glinted on your bare skin, bringing out the light colors of the dresses you wore. You never bared green, a minuscule detail that pleased him. The influence of his family hadn’t reached you, and it was an odd relief. You had no allegiance to an agenda, were content with your role, and were not invested in the schemes around him. In his eyes, you were perfect, pure, and identical to the maiden herself.

Greif-stricken Aegon doesn’t confess his sins to you, though. You were never bringing to light the thoughts he’s had about you. The very sound of your voice started his descent into obsession. Hearing you sing soothing lullabies to Jaehaera, seeing you cradle her close, watching you praise her most minor achievements drove his mind to places it’d refrained from going after the death of his son. Motherly. You are sound of mind and careful with the last of his children. You embodied what his dear sister's wife couldn’t: motherhood. It drove Aegon mad in the dead night, his chambers filled with the sound of his moans as he fisted his cock to the very thought of you.

Greif-stricken Aegon refrains from forcing himself on you the first night you visit him, choosing to pry into your life with direct questions and bittersweet compliments for most of the exchange. You’re relieved to experience his generally pleasant side, amused by the scathing jokes he tells between conversations, and pleased to make him smile with your witty remarks. Your walls of caution break down little by little as he invites your company, letting you recount stories of impractical adventures with his daughter and surprisingly invested in hearing them. You ramble a bit, unsure how to feel about his direct attention and nervous to speak so casually to the King himself. Aegon reassures you that your talkative nature is anything but frustrating, reaching out to lift your chin and graze the warm skin of your cheeks with his fingertips. Your dormant blush brightens when he smiles at you, leaning in to kiss your parted lips tenderly before you can stop him. You had no intention of kissing him back, utterly shocked he'd even be so bold with you, to begin with, but he refused to let you shy away from him. One kiss spiraled into several, every one messier than the last, and your head spinning as the lingering bitterness of wine on his tongue soaked into yours. Aegon pressed for more when you pulled away to breathe. It was all too much, and you rushed to excuse yourself and leave him for the night. He didn't stop you, loving the sight of fear and excitement consuming your tender exterior at his will.

Greif-stricken Aegon calls on you often after that evening. He is no longer satisfied with pleasing himself alone. Aegon is reckless with his dependence on you, not caring that you put up a fight every time, trying to reason with him as he buries his cock in your fluttering walls. You scratch, cry, and beg. Doing and saying anything for the slightest chance of mercy, but Aegon spares you none. He forces pleasure into your veins, slaving away in your cunt night after night and committed to coating your untouched womb with his seed. You feel trapped in the cycle he starts, fulfilling your duties by day and spreading your legs for him at night. It tore you to pieces that your body ached for him constantly, the very shape of cock engraved into you, the space between your thighs undeniably drenched hours before he had you entrapped in his embrace. It’s distracting. He is distracting, and it's no help that he begins to spend more time with his daughter to spend even more with you. Aegon’s hands constantly wander where they shouldn’t, tracing your curves over the binds of your dress as you tend to Jaehaera, and it takes all of your will not to run from him. He feeds on your unease, your breaths slower, eyes fixed in the distance, and the apple of your cheeks turning red. He tells you to settle down, focus on your duties, and disregard his lingering presence, and by the gods grace, you can do just that. It’s a relief that his mother, grandsire, or anyone of consequence steals him away. You say nothing to keep him at your side, missing the feeling of his hands, the sound of his voice, and the air of control he envelopes you in, but joyous to be free of him. You can focus. You can calm the heat in your core.

Greif-striken Aegon takes no issue with keeping you in his bed for hours on end, marveling at the sight of you falling apart on his cock, begging for more of it as your legs shake from another high. You’ve given up on running, on reasoning, on being moderately intelligent, enduring the deep thrusts and mind-numbing pace he sets in thinly veiled excitement. There’s no point of hiding uit any longer, no viable way of convincing him you don’t want him to take you. Its your obligation to please him, to be that perfect little mistress, to give his lonely daughter a new playmate is it not? So, you resort to embracing his attention - as unforgiving and possessive as it may be.

Grief-stricken Aegon doesn’t ask your permission to release inside of you, forcing his seed as deep as possible, holding you down in a vice grip anytime you attempt to writhe away. It’s warm, thick, and filling. You’ve only tried to bathe once after hours of him bedding you, and he was furious. From then on, Aegon denied you the choice of washing the evidence of his claim on you away and commanding you to let his seed leak from between your thighs for a minimum of a fortnight. Appalled and rightfully defiant to the idea, you first threatened to confess to his mother about your shared deeds, but Aegon taunted you. He knew you’d rather suffer his stipulation than endure the wrath of Queen Alicent’s modesty. “Tell her and see what becomes of you..” he seethes into your ear, hand tangled in your fallen hair to keep you bent over the edge of his bed, snapping his hips harder against you when a half-hearted cry falls from your lips. You won't tell her. You can't even begin to think of unburdening yourself without acknowledging the joy you took in being used for his pleasure. Even now, as your essence dripped down your inner thighs, coating his cock with every unforgiving movement he made, you simply gave in to sin. His sin.

Grief-stricken Aegon is unsurprised when he notices signs that you are carrying his child. You become emotionally and physically sensitive. You continue caring for Jaehera while trying to hide your changing demeanor, keeping it a secret. However, Aegon cannot help but stay close to you and treats you as if you're made from glass with little regard for those who notice him showing you favor, which draws the interest of his council members—especially his ever-vigilant mother. Days pass before the maester leaves tea for you. On the night Queen Alicent visits your chambers, she expresses disappointment and scolds you for being careless. You hesitate to follow the Dowager Queen's advice, refusing to drink the remedy left for you and crying the entire night after she takes her leave.

Greif-stricken Aegon hears of your pregnancy the day after, ever so gleeful to endure his mother's berating and nowhere near ashamed of what he's done to you. He tells you it won't be the last time you carry his child, sitting you on his lap in the privacy of his chambers as the day comes to an end, and you haven't the emotional strength to keep fighting him. What's done is done, and you have no heart for ridding yourself of his so-called ‘gift.’ It's sick and twisted, but you've fallen into the headspace he's wanted for so long. A willing servant, one dedicated to her role in his domain of power, and one who will bear as many children as he desires.

What more could a lovely, loyal girl like you ask for?

A/N: Why is it so hard to write smut for this man?! It's usually so easy, but now I'm struggling. It's unfair because I have a lot of great ideas…

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[aphrogeneias]

it's been seven hours and fifteen days —

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader (soulmate!au)

summary: an inventory of the things you kept hidden over the years.

word count: ~1k.

warnings: just your usual angst, stream of consciousness.

author's note: a little something before the big update 🤍

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There was nothing special about it at first glance.

Just an old shoebox, weathered with time. The shoes that came with it no longer fit, not since you were in middle school — the “good ones” your mother made you wear on special occasions. The cardboard had loosened up at the edges, ripped a little bit at the seams, the bottom giving out under the weight of its contents.

You didn't really like touching it, opening it. That's why, ever since you found a purpose for it, the box lies under your bed, undisturbed until a new thing — small and precious, meant for you to protect — finds its way to you.

You would be lying, however, if you said you didn't touch it once in a while. When homesickness held your heart hostage, not letting up until you held a part of him in your hands. Late at night, when the gaping hole in your chest where Eddie was supposed to fill aches more than the dull pain you'd grown numb to.

At the very bottom, that edition of The Fellowship of the Ring. Pages yellowed over time, the gold details on the cover faded and chipped, the red cover that was once bright now pale. It was once a well loved book, read to your soulmate by his mother before he went to bed, cherished like the little boy he once was. Hiding it was your way of cherishing it, keeping her memory alive for him.

You'd never told Eddie, but you'd read the entire Lord of the Rings trilogy after you left home. Picked them up from the local bookshop and devoured Tolkien’s words in a way to feed the longing that made a home inside of you. It only made it worse, though, when each word on the page translated itself to his voice in your mind.

You re-read them every year.

A plastic Star Wars mug, also yellowed with time. You were pretty sure it came with a matching bowl, remember seeing it at the Munson’s trailer. You wonder if Wayne ever noticed it was missing among all the other mugs he proudly displayed on his wall.

You also often wondered if Wayne knew about your secret. Ever observant, but never one for many words, Eddie's uncle must have known something was off between you, especially in the last years of your friendship.

His uncle who lost his soulmate suddenly, a girl he used to exchange letters with. Eddie told you that, one day, when they were both young, she'd simply stopped responding. He speculated she must have been married off to another man, but Wayne didn't want to talk about it.

She, whoever she was, was on your mind when you'd cut contact with Eddie. Wayne too, his tired blue eyes and weathered expression. Had you cursed his nephew to a similar fate?

That question kept you up at night.

A mesh bag, dotted with tiny silver stars, held a simple set of black dice in it. Eddie's first set, purchased at a game store near Hawkins. You remember how excited he was about it, and how distraught he was to lose it, even though he's bought many others after that one.

An assortment of jewelry, all silver. Silver rings, a woven leather bracelet — the most recent item in this melancholic collection — a wallet chain, an upside down cross necklace from what you liked to call Eddie's Ozzy years. You thought about wearing them sometimes, but the guitar pick necklace already sat heavy between your collarbones, sometimes too heavy to bear.

A Hawkins Public Library card, the last book recorded in 1987 — a sci-fi you recognized — a year after you left. A handwritten note addressed to Gareth. A black pilot pen. A cassette tape, empty, still new. A green scrunchie, much unlike anything else Eddie owned, and it equally intrigued and hurt you to think about where it might have come from.

A pin, a black eye pencil, a train ticket, a song lyric on ripped notebook paper, still unfinished.

They were reminders of him. That Eddie was real, that he was, despite your distance, still living his life as normal. Recording tapes, reading, rehearsing, working… bound by a red thread that led his every move back to you.

Sometimes you thought of anonymously mailing it all back, getting rid of the guilt. It felt wrong, for all this to be one-sided. It felt like stalking, like stealing, even though these were meant to be yours, in the same way Eddie himself was supposed to be yours.

Supposed to. Intended, alleged. Not really, at the end of the day — not in this lifetime, anyway.

When you put these things back, regretful as if you'd been caught touching something you shouldn't even though you were alone in your room, back in the box, back under your bed, you couldn't help but wonder if Eddie had one of these too.

Looking up at the mold stains on your ceiling, you asked yourself if he did this too with the few and far between belongings you let yourself lose along the years. Does he wonder about you? Has he ever longingly touched an earring missing its pair, a tube of half-finished lip gloss, a post-it note, and thought about who you were?

Tossing and turning, you shrugged to yourself. It didn't matter. It shouldn't matter. Knowing him, they probably ended up in a dumpster, or given away. That's what you told yourself to quiet down that voice that made you grow hopeful.

You stomped it down, yanked away at the thread that connected you to him, violently, like a rebellious child in a rage. It never loosened, never faltered.

It only grows stronger. The box remains untouched until the next sleepless night.

[dragons-bones]

FFXIV Write Entry #17: War Paint

Prompt: sally || Master Post || On AO3 (coming in October)

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“I don’t know how any seamstress can stand to put this many buttons on a gown,” Aymeric grumbled behind her.

“That’s what the apprentices are for,” Synnove said with a grin.

But her knight eventually finished doing up the back of her gown and gave her a gently pat on her hip. She turned around and immediately set to tying his cravat, Aymeric lifting his chin obediently. Synnove had half a mind to lick the line of his neck, but that would lead to the sort of distraction that would make them painfully, noticeably late, and neither of them was in the mood to be the discussion of half the damn ball.

She finished the cravat by tucking the ends into his shirt, and gave him a pat directly over Aymeric’s heart. He caught her hand and dipped his head to kiss her fingers, and they shared mischievous grins, before they both turned back to finishing their preparations.

Synnove, thankfully, had already done her hair, with the help of Hersande, and her head was a maze of Ala Mhigan war braids, the largest of which had been pinned into a place by diamond clips that came from the Borel family jewels. The parure of sapphire jewelry she’d chosen for the night was similarly from the Borel vault, and while this was set was more in line with Synnove’s tastes—a simple design with only a very few diamonds as extra embellishment for the necklace and earrings, rather than encrusting every spare bit of surface—she’d be glad to see it stored away again. It would mean the social season was over.

Ring, bracelet, earrings, brooch put into place. Aymeric, however, intercepted her as she was reaching for the necklace, arms coming around her to pick up the ends from the jewelry box. He draped the piece over her neck with infinite gentleness, meeting her eyes in the mirror—and then grinning roguishly to drop a kiss on her nape as he snapped the clasp close.

She swatted at him with a giggle. “Behave,” she said.

Aymeric merely waggled his eyebrows at her, and went to fetch his jacket as she set about finding her shoes.

Finally, arm in arm, they swept down the stairs to the Borel Manor entrance hall, where Hersande and Baptistaux met them with their heavy winter coats.

Synnove caught sight of the both of them in the entrance hall mirror: she in green silk and sapphires, war braids firmly in place, makeup carefully done by Hersande to sharpen and shadow her features in a way that made her appear touch a more foreboding than usual. Her knight was in stark black, a new style of suit that had become popular in Ishgard within the past year, highlighting his trim figure and broad shoulders, the only pops of color his deep blue waistcoat, the Borel star sapphire cravat pin, and the sapphire drop on his left ear. But as they both moved, the light in the hall caught the subtle embroidery—black on his suit, green on her dress—at his cuffs and her hem: carbuncles, leaping and dancing.

The sight of them made her smile.

Bedecked in their finest, coats in pace, Aymeric held out his elbow, and Synnove placed her hand within it. They sighed and exchanged rueful smiles.

“Onward?” her knight said.

“And upward,” she said with a nod.

Striding like soldiers off to war rather than socialites to a ball, they left the safe confines of Borel Manor and walked off into the deepening evening.

[vodika-vibes]

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So, imagine that all of us are living on Coruscant during the Clone Wars. Obviously, we would all be going to 79’s, right? Now I’m wondering what everyone is gonna wear the first time you’re going? What kind of drinks do you order? What will you be doing? Who will you be flirting with?

What to Wear: I tend to keep my hair short, chin or shoulder length, short enough that the most I can do with it is brush it and let it do its thing. Especially if I recently had it dyed a fun color, generally blue, green, or purple. Clothing-wise, I'm not going to dress to show off, shorts, boots, and a tank top. Maybe a thin jacket if it's cool enough. I'll have some subtle jewelry on, a white gold necklace, and matching pinky ring.

What to Order: I don't drink, I don't like the taste of any alcohol, so I'll be happy as the designated driver and drink a Sprite or a Coke (or the Star Wars equivalent).

What to Do: Talk and joke with my friends. The club is a social setting, after all, so I'm watching their stuff, making sure that they don't get too drunk, and making sure that no one messes with their drinks or their purses. I'd definitely be going home alone. (I'm the mom friend, lol)

Who to Woo: Honestly, Dogma or Echo. I'm a bit quieter, and I think they both would appreciate that I'm going out of my way to make sure that my friends have a good time. Plus, I like listening to people talk, so they can ramble about anything and everything under the sun, and I'd listen to them.

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@kimiheartblade @mire-draws-things @clonethirstingisreal and anyone else who wants to!

[jekyllnahyena]

“Kote”, finished circa 19 BBY, after the Rise of the Empire.

[I.D. It’s a digital drawing of commander Cody from star wars. He’s shown from the waist up, wearing a dark-blue robe that leaves most of his chest and left arm free. He’s wearing a lot of golden jewelry, including earrings, several, heavy necklaces, arm guards, a shoulder guards and rings. Round ornaments are a reccuring theme, adorning almost all the jewelry in some way. He’s holding a sword in his left hand, in front of his body, and a Strelitzia flower in his right, above his chest. He’s standing before a crumbling marble wall, a painted galaxy coming into view where it has fallen away. To his right, where the wall is still intact, is a mirror, only slightly reflecting his shoulder. End I.D.]

[lxstfathier]

OOOH HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT WRITING POSSESSIVE BUT SUPER SWEET SITH!LUKE DOTING ON AND SPOILING READER (IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN...)

I’m not really into Sith!Luke (he’s way too pure for that 😭) but here’s a little fic for you anon! this was really fun to write and i hope you enjoy it! 💗

You caught Luke’s attention since the first time he saw you. And it’s not like you meant it, really, you are just a tie-fighter pilot, trying to do your job the best you can while trying to avoid any kind of trouble with him or his father.

You aren’t feisty or rude like all the other pilots. You know better than that. You are super sweet, kind and submissive, always looking down when walking by Luke, Vader or the emperor, waiting for their next order.

You’re quite a rare sight. Almost as if you didn’t belong to the empire. And that’s what makes Luke super fixated on you.

At first, you don’t notice that Vader’s son is trying to catch your attention too, until one day all of the male pilots in your fleet have been replaced by females. Something weird, considering that the empire always preferred the masculine forces.

You try not to think much of it, but then, while you’re walking down the hall with your helmet off, you accidentally hear the conversation between three stormtroopers. And they’re talking about you, gossiping about how Luke ordered to replace all those male pilots out of pure jealousy.

Jealousy? well, he’s handsome and you never thought you could be his type, so you feel extremely flattered.

The next day, when you step out of your room, there’s a small present waiting outside your door. You leave your helmet aside and take it in your hands, untying the bow and opening the little box, just enough to reveal the expensive gift. It’s a necklace, made of beskar and kyber, the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen.

You know exactly who sent such thing to your door, and you can’t believe it. Still, it’s too soon to wear it, so you leave it in your room and then go about your day as if nothing happened.

Everything goes as usual, like any other normal day at your job, waiting in the hangar for any deploy notice, watching some droids fix the damage on your ship caused from a rebel attack… until you suddenly sense someone right behind you.

“I can’t stand seeing you like this” Luke’s voice appears suddenly, and you immediately turn on your heels, looking at him with a raised eyebrow. “You’re no pilot, you don’t belong to war, you should be by my side. Please join me, be my girl, and anything you want will be yours, i promise.”

Your heart beats like crazy and words get stuck on your throat, so you nod softly, throwing yourself at his arms, not even caring if the other pilots see you and start gossiping again.

After that, you’re not a pilot anymore, you’re his pretty little trophy. All your boring uniforms are replaced with the most beautiful designer clothes, you get tons of new jewelry, expensive makeup, and literally everything you ask for.

Luke absolutely loves spoiling you rotten. And the best part is that you don’t have to do anything! just look cute and be by his side whenever he needs you.

However, he only has two rules for you. 1: don’t talk to ANY males. 2: don’t get out of his sight for too long. One time you had a small conversation with one of your old fleet members, and well… the poor guy ended up stabbed by a red lightsaber.

“You can’t just kill people like that! he did nothing wrong!” you yelled at Luke, and he just shrugged, without a single trace of remorse.

“You’re my property, and they need to learn to respect that.”

And he’s right. After that incident everyone on the star destroyer is way too afraid to even look at you.

But you can’t stay mad at him for too long. He apologizes with a bouquet of some exotic flowers from Endor, and then hugs you tight, kissing your forehead while telling you that he won’t do it again (but trust me, he will, just behind your back the next time).

Once you start getting more comfortable with your relationship, you move into a shared room, and Luke lets you decorate it however you want, he doesn’t mind as long as you’re happy.

Sometimes, if he’s in a good mood and isn’t busy, he takes you out on cute little dates to any planet that you want to see, letting you wander around the big cities, or little towns, trying the local food and getting souvenirs.

And when you both finally fuck, oh god, he’s super dominant and rough, but always making sure that he doesn’t hurt you and that you cum at least twice every time.

You couldn’t ask for a more perfect boyfriend.

Vader doesn’t like to admit it, but deep down he adores you too, and is really happy that his son found someone like you, such a skilled pilot and pretty girl, to carry on with the Skywalker legacy.

[boxwinebaddie]

alright be gentle ( ironic because this whole hc is violent asf ) because i'm still sad girl nina, but to cheer myself up i was looking at this piece of kyley b fanart and i Know that i said jersey wasn't a jewelry boy BUT! that is present, put together, dark academia college student jersey...i think that high school head crackin' gangbangin' delinquent kyley-b era jersey actually WORE TONS OF JEWLERY.

and i'm not talking dainty stuff, i'm talkin' really big thick gold chains, brass knuckles, big, fake gold rings with colored gem stones in them,

-- but Not as a fashion statement.

more like...a Threat.

and a PROMISE.

because legend says none of that #bling actually belonged to him and that each piece was specifically lifted and looted from the prone, facedown, bruised battered body of a different low-life bafoon...

That He Beat

BLOODY.

talk shit, get hit, misbehave and you're pavement, this isn't hoboken, so take your broke ass home before it ends up in a body bag.

( bars! As In Jail! as in go to PRISON, girl! )

tldr; fuck the police, no laws on the street, but when kyley b's on the beat, justice is always served: iced out...

and Ice Cold, Bitch. xx <3

this post-fight ritual, which i think kyleyb used to call 'debt collecting' his southside jersey way of showing street cred, a way of generating culture of fear and respect, sort of like how warriors used to collect their enemies heads and mount them on their walls except jers had his spoils over war frosted all over his neck and hands, as if to say,

oh? that guy that used to run shit? that guy whose boots you were lickin? that guy you were mad scared of? well, he's My bitch now. <3 asked me to marry him and everythin', ain't he cute? gave me his big dumb ugly ring and everything. sigh. unfortunately; i'm spoken for. and him? well...let's just say, he's gonna have a hard time saying anythin' with his jaw wired SHUT. so from now on, shithead, i tell you to jump, you ask how high and if it amuses me, i might not break ya legs. because this is My Circus, sweetheart. so you can kiss my ass...

or your can Kiss The Ring. ;)

K.O.

so basically, instead of waving heads on sticks, he was wearing the rings and gangster jewelry of all the biggest, toughest dirt bag, jabroni, low-life mobster street rats in new jersey on his fingers. <3

edit: the rest of the hc was trash but please note that The Kyley B Origin Story is that asshole nj juicehead and his friends jumped jersey in an alleyway on his way home from school and stole the Star of David necklace that zayde and bubbe for him for his bar mitzvah, so he traded his polo and khakis in for a white tank top and baggy jeans, tracked the guy down, beat the living shit out of him, got his necklace back, but as a souvenir…

he took this huge, heavy letter B ring off his finger.

and from that day forward, kyle broflovski…

became Kyley. Motherfuckin’. B.

( but really just kyley bc the the b stands for bitches

AND THEM BITCHES ARE DEEEEAD. MF. SILENT! )

but anyway…The Gold B Ring…is The KB Signature Ring.

and speaking of signatures, j.k’s was ramming the cutting the sharp ass metal of the giant B ring into the cheek of his foes and BRANDING THEM as a display of dominance and/or using the blood oozing from his enemies like a fuckin water color paint and stamping a sick scarlet B into ur clothes as a Warning.

( jersey im scared, but pls one chance )

p.s. he wore the b ring on his middle finger btw

the ring finger…Is Reserved For Stan. ( he’s married )

[harveyguilleniconodelamoda]

Sustainable Accessories: Vitaly Warp Necklace

It's May the 4th, and you know what that means!

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Well...a lot of things actually. It's Star Wars Day, for one. Filming for season six of WWDITS is officially over, for another (yes I'm crying about it). But most importantly for this blog, it's Harvey Guillén's birthday weekend!

Harvey has been out and about this weekend, celebrating with friends and coworkers and looking fabulous as usual and sharing the fun with us all via his Instagram stories. But there's one new addition to his wardrobe I want to focus on in particular:

These comfy-but-stylish black overalls and the mesh watercolor shirt are familiar style staples for Harvey (that post is in the drafts, I promise). But something we haven't seen before is that striking necklace he's wearing! So I did a little research, and this is what I found:

This is the Warp necklace, part of the Experimental collection from Vitaly, a Toronto-based company that sells accessories "made for the future with 100% recycled stainless steal" (per their Instagram bio). Their website promises pieces made from the remnants of machines, car parts, and skyscrapers that are waterproof, hypoallergenic, and tarnish-proof.

Vitaly is also dedicated to inclusivity in fashion, which is why all their jewelry is genderless. In an interview with Schön! magazine in 2021, Vitaly CEO Shane Vitaly Foran said:

"We believe that jewelry (and fashion in general) should be inclusive. We want our pieces to be a tool for self-expression, whatever that expression may look like. So we never want to say ‘this is a men’s ring’ or ‘this is a chain for women.’ No matter how you identify, we want to create pieces that make you feel strong and empowered."

This fits so well with Harvey's overall style ethos, which is all about inclusivity and breaking down barriers in the world of fashion!

According to Vitaly's website, the Warp necklace is "an otherworldly neckpiece that uses curving, organic forms to create an alien appearance with a mask-like effect." It retails for $240.

Although this price doesn't meet my usual $100 affordability threshold, I'm hesitant to recommend cheaper alternatives due to the company's overall ethos of sustainability, inclusivity, and the fact that these are genuine art pieces that I've been able to specifically identify the source of (similar to how I didn't want to direct readers away from the artists of PansyAss Ceramics in my last accessories post). It feels ethically iffy in a way that saying "I don't know exactly which boots these are but here are some places you can find very similar boots" doesn't, you know?

I will say that Vitaly is considered a mid-range brand in terms of prices, and does have both frequent sales and many pieces under $100 if you're interested in their style!

(I'll also say that my brain, which has been trained by Taylor Allison Swift to look for easter eggs in everything, wonders if this futuristic piece is an allusion to an upcoming project or role. Something with aliens or futuristic tech, perhaps? Will we see the return of my beloved Dr. José Francisco Morales Rivera de la Cruz in a future installment of the DCEU? Harvey has teased before that this is a possibility! I can only hope.)

[nancydrewwouldnever]

George Headley, Necklace of gold, platinum and diamonds, 1941

This necklace's first owner was actress Norma Shearer. Here she is wearing it in 1942 on her first public date with her second husband, Martin Arrouge.

The "Golden Age Hollywood" actresses of the '30s and '40s amassed amazing collections of original jewels. In the movie The Women, the four female stars had a minor "war" over who could wear the most amazing pieces of their own real jewelry in the movie. Shearer herself would later wear her amazing pieces in the 1950s classic Sunset Boulevard.

As part of an auction promotion in 2017, Sotheby's had the necklace and its matching bracelet modeled by actress Jennifer Tilly, who is also a fairly serious jewelry collector.

[cinderswife]

happy new year! as a treat, i have finished snow's outfits :D she's the last in the series after cinders and rose :3 as always, lore under the cut!

nude

much like cinders, snow was designed to be in compliment to rose! we know from the album that she was beautiful and had long black hair but beyond that i wanted to make sure she looked like she could feasibly be rose's sister. she is also a bear girl <3

snow is fat! it was very important to me that she was fat with stretch marks and still extremely beautiful. so, here she is !!

i gave her a beauty mark because it's very classic hollywood beauty

you also probably couldn't actually see her tail at this angle because tiny bear tail but its so cute!

since this is pre becoming general white, she's a lot softer and gentler than her sister

fun fact: snow is actually her middle name but nobody ever calls her by her first name adelaide ever

also. this woman is so busy do you think she has the time to think about her gender and sexuality ever

dressing gown

snow is exceptionally wealthy and powerful so of course she has a monogrammed silk dressing gown. she doesn't actually wear it to sleep; she overheats way too quickly so she wears very little to bed.

entering the first appearance of snow's favorite color to wear: light blue!

yes, snow is wearing a wedding ring. since she's 29 and the head of a noble house, i figured she would be married. it was an arranged marriage to darr, the youngest child of some count somewhere because ze is entirely unambitious and willing to let snow do her thing

they also have a son together. his name is eret, he is 3, he looks up to auntie rose a little too much, his favorite animals are snakes and penguins, and he will quote space-disney at you incessantly.

duchess work dress

snow is the grand duchess of the duchy of delinore. she is the only grand duchess in the entire empire; this is the title that is equivalent to crown prince. yes she is technically his majesty king cole's heir due to being the current hereditary grimm on the throne of delinore. this is mostly a ceremonial fact since his majesty is immortal. delinore is 12 inhabited planets large and covers an entire star system which makes her perhaps the most powerful woman in the galaxy. snow is very tired all the time.

i was watching disney's snow white while designing this and the next outfit; i really like the blue and yellow look on her

this is a modular outfit! she can put on and take off the vest and cape depending on how formal she needs to be.

snow wears a lot of jewelry. this earring and necklace set was an anniversary present from her spouse!

the silver circlet atop her head is that of the duchess. you'll see it in almost every other outfit afterwards; it's like a wedding ring but for her noble status

court of stars

as his majesty's heir, snow is required to take part in the irregular meetings of his majesty's inner court: the court of stars. much of the lesser laws are handled by the council of stars and the other, lesser nobility. full disclosure: snow fucking hates this. she uses her position to do much good in the world and views his majesty like an extremely shitty and powerful grandfather she has to put up with in order to do what she needs to do. if the wedding day slaughter hadn't happened, she would still have eventually caused his death through an insane game of "political assassination cat and mouse." Y'know, different from the war.

this is the evil queen type fit. i just wanted to draw her as an evil queen okay

lorewise, this is the ceremonial outfit of her status tailored to her feminine appearance. black and red cape, deep purple dress, shiny gold jewelry, all designed to be as evil as possible

the bear clasp is the same as rose's! its the grimm family's symbol (cuz. they're all bears lol)

the dress sparkles like stars

she absolutely didn't have to go this hard with the makeup but she had fun with it. a small relief when dealing with his majesty

basically i just went really hard on the star motif

the crown is the ceremonial black iron crown of the grand duke that only ever comes out in court meetings. it's a smaller version of his majesty's black iron crown. its really heavy :(

casual

the return of the blue and yellow! this is snow's favorite color combo to wear ever <3

snow likes to wear pants when she doesn't have to deal with the many duties of being the grand duchess. it's her casual fit!

this particular set of jewelry has the snowflake motif. it's extremely on the nose which is why she likes it.

i dunno what tank tops with the extra shoulder straps are called but i thought it suited her <3

she would fully wrestle rose in this fit btw. she wouldn't win but it'd be fun!

ballgown

snow's ballgown for wearing to formal events (that she typically hosts). technically she owns a lot more, but this one is representative of her usual style. the bodice is typical, though it is a bit risque because it has no sleeves. the skirt is even moreso but she pulls it off because of her status and because she is commonly named the most beautiful woman in all the galaxy.

i thought it would be fun to put her in red! its such a loaded color in ouatis but she really pulls it off

and here's the light yellow she's so fond of <3

the boots are big and shiny and quite excessive; fully a display of wealth (especially since she's showing them off)

the drape of her skirt, rather than being modest and layered like cinders', is very form fitting and attention grabbing even without the slit

she would put her hair up but i did not have the patience to try and redraw her hair more than i had to lol

the gold jewelry she wears is big and heavy and almost armor-like. she likes it a lot

she put glitter on her makeup for this one <3

[byemambo]

We Are Lead Actors as K-Pop Boy Group Concept Photos: A Deep Dive [2/2]

We are so back, so strap up and enjoy the ride!

Aou Thanaboon as MONSTA X - Shoot Out

The way I almost ripped my hair out from this photoshoot should be studied because I learned about his existence literally three months ago when the first episode of We Are even dropped. Since then, the trajectory of my life has changed and clearly for the better, but to think that this man hasn't had an editorial cover yet (we all know why @/GMMTV so hurry up and give him his lead!) and this photoshoot is almost two years old, I need someone to hurry and do set some lights up because it's not a want but a need. Aou's image to me is the best of both worlds because of his range, from silly and wholesome to sultry and straight up sexy, and I think GMMTV needs to really consider his star value since it seems like his popularity is coming up as he appears in more series as a fan favorite. Aou's look for this photoshoot definitely screamed MONSTA X to me, especially with the styling of his hair and makeup. With MONSTA X having a grip on the industry for their strong approach to their styling and group image, Aou has the flexibility to market his visual image in that manner similar to my interpretation of Satang's edgy image in comparison to the characters they portray in the first part.

What I'd Love to See: MONSTA X - FOLLOW

Knowing Aou's dance backgroud, I'd love if he ever gets the chance of covering more songs to definitely check out MONSTA X's choreography since he's a dancer with powerful execution. Since Aou's current wardrobe and styling leans more towards neutral black and white, experimenting with lighting would be amazing for him, especially since whenever we do see him in color, blue suits his features well (not like I'm referring to his outfit during the Love Pride Parade or anything ya silly goose..!)

Boom Tharatorn as SF9 - Trauma

You're telling me this man hasn't been on an editorial cover yet...y'all need to do something about that before I start counting your days because this gorgeous man deserves a cover! Boom's aesthetic has always been very classy and put together, which I think is a great juxtaposition with Aou who's more casual with his streetwear. When I think class: SF9 comes to mind. Not only does Boom fit well height wise, but he's also within their age range to be another secret member like how I approached Satang with P1Harmony. SF9's styling once FNC Entertainment adapted them to the more mature and classic man look, their image as a group elevated away from the popularity of "louder" sound of the later half of the 2010s. Since Boom already has a more mature approach to his appearance, I think he'd also benefit from transitioning that style into his editorial when the blessed day comes.

What I'd Love to See: SF9 - Tear Drop

Y'all literally had to be there when this song dropped in real time, it was truly an experience. Tear Drop from their TURN OVER EP solidified their sultry and regal image shortly after their appearance on Kingdom: Legendary War. Boom's styling would go insane if they capitalized the possibilities of his accessories: necklace, earrings, rings, the whole nine yard. Just from his appearance on We Are as Khaofang, besides his cardigans, his necklaces were most memorable to me, which GMMTV really needs to highlight him through editorials/fashion brands specializing in accessories such as jewelry. In terms of wardrobe: take on his current style and elevate it through embellishments and ornate materials. Silk, lace, fur, you name it.

Marc Natarit as 2PM - 해야 해 (Make It)

Marc having these images was not something I was expecting, but upon viewing it: 2PM immediately resonated with me. Similar to Aou's comparison to MONSTA X, Marc has a more manly and mature vibe to him, but a heavier emphasis on his physique over his aura. 2PM had always been deemed the original "beast idols," which I think aligns with Marc if we take away his characterization in We Are as the teddy bear safe space. If given more editorial opportunities, I think he'd benefit from how 2PM has always been styled, keeping the clothing material and pattern simple but accentuating his physique through certain lines or cuts.

What I'd Love to See: 2PM - Heartbeat

If we take our fashion back a few decades: bring back heavier make up and accessories. I'd love to see Marc experiment with his make up, specifically eye makeup like eye shadow and liner. But if not make up: suits or sets with statement alterations or patterns that are specific to each individual look. Since Marc plays basketball and golf: wardrobe to emphasize his arms and/legs.

Poon Mitpakdee as SHINee - I Want You

Poon's image to me has a great duality of casual and dapper, which is similar to the juxtaposition AouBoom have but in this case, for MarcPoon. I think SHINee's concept suits him best due to their ability to walk the thin line between casual and put together, since SHINee also has a wide range of genres from boyish to mature and military like. I also associate Poon with some nostalgic wonder from his aura and facial features, which are all soft except his face shape being more angular. I think if Poon were to have more editorial opportunities, he suits a more conceptual route versus commercial, emphasis on the photographer's personal artistic style/voice. Lighting, quirky techniques like motion blur or double exposure would be interesting.

What I'd Like to See: SHINee - Sherlock•셜록 (Clue + Note)

Leaning more into the more conceptual and artistic approach to photography, I think Poon would really suit a concept that leans into boyhood/childlike wonder and nostalgia. Whether they achieve it through the stylistic choices of the photographer or through the creative choices of the stylist, I think the concept should emphasize fun, curiosity, or wonder beyond what meets the eye and can only be described in a dreamlike state. TOMORROW X TOGETHER would be my next contender.

If you made it thus far, thank you for stopping by and hearing my thoughts! This had been a thought in the back of my mind since We Are took over my life for as long as it did and has, but if you haven't seen the first part showcasing Pond, Phuwin, Winny, and Satang: you can find it here.