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beansprean · 1 year

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Happy Mer-May!! Why not an extremely loosely interpreted Little Mermaid au? Starring Guillermo as a harbor seal who dreams of living in the deep, Wallace as an opportunistic mimic octopus, Colin as a parasitic lamprey, Laszlo as a lazy little snaggletooth, Nadja as a vicious sloane’s viperfish, and Nandor as a spiny black dragonfish. Deep sea fishes truly the vampires of the sea.

"Betcha down there

that they don't care

Bet they don't

mind a couple slaughters..."

(ID in alt and under cut)

ID: 1a. Underwater full body shot of mermaid Guillermo swimming past. He has the tail of a light brown harbor seal, webbed fingers, and small floppy ears that are held closed. He has a line of kelp tied around him like a bandolier and is looking around determinedly, brandishing a wooden stake in one hand. 1b. Full body of Guillermo lounging on his side on a flat rock above the water, one arm tucked under his head and the other held to his side like a flipper. He sighs forlornly. 1c. Full body of Guillermo on an algae-covered rock sticking above the ocean's surface, waves cresting around him as he lifts up his torso little-mermaid style and sings out "part of your world".

2. Full body of mermaids Colin, Laszlo, Nadja, and Nandor floating in a line, the ocean behind them very dark. Colin has the slick beige and cream tail of a lamprey, webbing beneath his arms, and gill pores dotted down each side of his torso and neck. He grins and wiggles his webbed fingers at the viewer in a wave. Behind him is a smaller shot of Colin with his mouth open, revealing multiple circular rows of sharp teeth around a sucking maw. Laszlo has the tail of a snaggletooth or stareater, his anterior side patterned in teal and black scales up to his chest, lighter teal scales dotting up his neck and shoulders, and brighter teal fins. He has a pair of gills on either side of his neck, sharp black claws on each webbed finger, and green bioluminescent spots running from wrists to tailfin on either side. He floats with a smug grin, arms crossed and back-to-back with his wife. Nadja has the tail of a Sloane's viperfish, her anterior side patterned in dull garnet and black scales up to her chest, lighter dull garnet scales dotting up her neck and shoulders, and brighter rose fins. Her fins and tail are similar to Laszlo's in style, but larger and longer with a posterior barbel. She has a pair of gills on either side of her neck, sharp red claws on each webbed finger, long fangs poking up from her lower jaw, and double lines of red bioluminescent spots running from wrists to tailfin on either side. She is grinning to show off her fangs, floating back to back with her husband. One of her webbed hands is raised to bare her claws, long black hair swirling in the water around her. Nandor has the tail of a black dragonfish, his anterior side patterned in dark blue and black speckling up to his chest, lighter blue scales dotting up his neck and shoulders, and black spines with translucent blue webbing over his shoulders and down either side of his long winding tail, ending in a small forked fin. He has a pair of gills on either side of his neck, sharp claws on each webbed finger, and gold bioluminescent spots running from wrists to tailfin on either side with double lines on his torso. he is floating nervously, looking around and twiddling his hands together.

3a. Mermaid Wallace, with the tentacles of a mimic octopus below the waist, floats underwater next to mermaid Guillermo. They are wearing a woven vest studded with shells and pearls, a black doppa hat with puka shells, a pearl necklace, a pendant with a claw, and several rings on unwebbed fingers. Their tentacles are relaxed, colored in the usual brick and cream stripes, and they have black claws and small horns above each eye. Wallace grins slyly as they wave their arms mysteriously and dangle a necklace in front of Guillermo’s face. It is a simple braided string with a snail shell on the end, which is glowing bright blue and burping out shiny bubbles. Guillermo, wearing a kelp bandolier with two stakes tied into it at his hip is staring at it with wide, fascinated eyes, one hand reaching up slowly for it. He says, “So…this will let me survive in the Trench?” Wallace replies, “Guaranteed.” 3b. Repeat. Wallace suddenly snatches the necklace back into their hand, cutting off the glow, their other hand planting itself on their hip. Their tentacles darken into black and bright crimson stripes and fan out threateningly in the water as they clarify, “For 72 hours only. And $350 cash.” Guillermo snatches his hands back to hold them protectively against his chest, head sinking into his shoulders in shock as he frowns back up at Wallace.

4a. Mermaid Guillermo and mermaid Laszlo float side by side in the deep, Guillermo wearing his kelp bandolier and Wallace’s magic snail shell necklace, which continues to burp out small glowing blue bubbles. Laszlo bares his fangs upwards and tosses up his hands as if to amplify his voice, shouting, “Fish!” Startled, Guillermo jerks back, one hand half-raising in a readied fist and the other clutching a stake behind his back. 4b. Repeat. With a poof of bubbles, Laszlo transforms into a brightly glowing dark teal snaggletooth fish with bulging eyes, a chin barbel, an unhingeable jaw full of long sharp teeth, and bioluminescent green spots down each side. He looks to be about four inches (or 10cm) long. Guillermo immediately relaxes, unimpressed, and drops his arms while staring at the tiny fish with a “you’ve got to be kidding me” expression. Fish Laszlo squeaks, “Not so tough now, eh??”

5a. Close up of mermaid Nandor in hunting mode, rushing left across the screen, his bioluminescent spots and glowing red eyes streaking light behind as he goes. He has one arm rushing forward as if to snatch whatever he’s chasing and the other held braced and ready at his shoulder, claws bared. He has spiny webbing like a bat’s wing underneath each arm, a spiny fin for an ear,and the webbed black spines at his shoulders have lengthened and spread out like an angry frilled lizard. His jaw has unhinged and gaped open, morphing and stretching his face into something monstrous and revealing dozens of long, sharp, thin teeth snarling and ready for the kill. 5b. Mermaid Guillermo floats nearby watching, eyes bulging out and face blushing bright red as he clutches the snail shell necklace in his laced fingers as if it were a rosary. He is fully into this. /end ID

#wwdits #nandermo #mlm #mermay #mermay 2023 #Wallace wwdits #guillermo de la cruz #nandor the relentless #laszlo cravensworth #nadja of antipaxos #what we do in the shadows #what we do in the shadows fx #my art #fanart #image described

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bebemoon · 5 months

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look for the name: EVEY

@resurrectionfern

{top images} selkie "fête des fleurs 'love story'" organdy empire-waisted dress w/ petticoat and adjustable bustle

{hair} ancient future golden, silver and dangling shell trinkets pendants strung into model's scarf-warpped curls

alkemia "foxfire" perfume

gucci black leather multi-strap heeled boots w/ pearl strand detailing

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augentrust · 2 years

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essek wearing amber on delicate chains under his collars. caleb with pearls dangling from his ears. obsidian rings, corded platinum bracelets, fragile pendants filled with gold dust. shadowgast who appear to love gifting each other jewelry (and do!) but who are actually armed to the fucking teeth with spell components at a moment’s notice

#no focus? no problem #critical role #shadowgast #essek thelyss #caleb widogast #is this an excuse to say i think caleb should wear more pearl earrings?#maybe #august chats #cr2

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thenightcallsme · 8 months

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Dove | Simon "Ghost" Riley

A/N: Hello lovely people, I have a backlog of short stories written for things like Avatar: The Way of Water, MWII, Stranger Things, The Arcana, Outer Banks, and many more that I have never posted and keep to myself. I'm talking hundreds of pages worth of fluff, angst and eventual smut - you've got to get through some plot first, though. HOWEVER, if anyone likes my writing and wants to task me with stuff to write, like straight smut, I'm all ears. Anyway, if anyone is interested in reading stuff I could potentially post, here is a snippet for a little Call of Duty fic.

Synopsis: You're to play the materialistic wife of a rich, well-connected husband during an undercover mission. You're to-be husband is a temporary recruit of the 141, who is to supervise your every move. While getting ready, you have a surprising interaction with your Lieutenant, Ghost, who you swear has made it his mission to treat you like a stranger day after day. Until now.

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x f!reader

Contains: pretty much nothing of importance, just Ghost being as unreadable as ever, causing reader to have their mind blown by the smallest of crumbs

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I look in the mirror at the woman who is supposed to be Lyanna Winstead. She’s the partner of Dario Winstead, son of a wealthy businessman. Everything about Lyanna is a carbon copy of myself. Her smile, her hair, her figure, her voice. Only, she presents herself in a way I haven’t in a long time.

Gone is the tactical gear and camouflage colours. Instead, she wears the most beautiful dress I’ve ever seen. The outline of the dress is simple yet captivating to suits the old Hollywood theme. Silver cascades down her body, creating the illusion of a mercury waterfall. The sweetheart neckline and thin straps compliment her full breasts and soft arms. Adorning the bodice are glistening silver designs that remind me of old, swirling boarders on French mirrors. The designs fall away, melting into plain silver threads that fall to the floor and pool at her feet. The dress hugs her body like a second skin, only melting away at her knees. The silhouette fit her hourglass figure well.

The silver jewellery she wears is modest so as not to take away from the dress’s magnificence. On her neck is a dainty Vivienne Westwood necklace, the inner planet of the pendant a pearl. Matching dangling earrings hang from her lower lobe piercing. The rest of her ear piercings are small diamond studs and silver hoops. One wrist displays a thin diamond tennis bracelet and a Van Cleef one with emerald clovers. On the other is the only ode to myself: the evil eye bracelet I never take off. The thin silver chain and bejewelled eye thankfully blend into the rest of the accessories. Small rings cover her fingers, few in number and easily ignorable. The bands are thin and any jewels are small and clear. However, one stands out; a breathtaking sight on her left index finger.

Glittery diamonds cover the band, giving way to a large, circular moonstone. Rainbow shimmer comes to life in the milky stone when the light hits it just right. Separating the band and the centrepiece are two small flowers with diamond centres. Two separate rings sit beneath and below the main one, shaped in V’s to follow the curve. At each point are flowers similar the the others, with curved leaves flowing from the petals. All three are gold, contrasting against the silver to make a statement.

I’m not just looking back at Dario’s partner. I’m looking at his wife.

I’m Will’s wife.

Fake wife, really. I nearly shake my head in wonder. I still look like myself, but everything about this makes me feel like I’m wearing a second skin. Lyanna’s skin. Every so often I stare at the ring in amazement. If anyone ever proposes to me, I would hope for nothing less than the magnificent that is this ring. All that adorns my body is courtesy of Will. Unbeknownst to me before this mission, he’s filthy rich, and a filthy rich man needs a filthy rich wife. All the designer jewellery, the dress, the shoes, and the engagement ring are authentic and top dollar.

After the last touch-ups of make-up, fragrances, and hair, I’m making my way to the courtyard. I’m to have one last briefing and run over of the plan before getting in Will’s blacked-out Corvette. I have to give it to him: he really knows how to pull off a lavish life with style.

Already am I wishing to rip off the damn stilettos on my feet. While I could live in the dress and jewellery, this is the one day a year I’m willing to wear heels.

The air is cool, the last golden light of day painting the courtyard and walls of Alejandro’s HQ in a luminescent glow. A low rumble fills the air from my 'husband’s car. Will leans against it, speaking with the 141. Ghost lingers back by the front door, arms folded and back leaning against a pillar. Weaving between his fingers with precision is a small dagger. His head turns at the sound of approaching heels.

“Was starting to think you were a no show,” he says gruffly.

I stop beside him to adjust my dress. It doesn’t really need adjust, but suddenly being subjected to his gaze makes me anxious. “Told you it would take a while. Gotta look the part.”

The way his eyes travel over my body almost makes me shrink away. Every curve is on full display. The tight bodice holds up my already full breasts, and somehow my waist-to-hip ratio is even more accentuated. Wearing my uniform doesn’t exactly hide my figure thanks to the tight shirts and cargo pants that aren’t exactly loose from my mid-thigh up. However, a lot of me is lost beneath the vests and belts.

“Stop...inspecting me, or whatever you're doing,” I mumble. “Makes me think I need to fix something.”

I begin taking the skirts in my hand as I survey my descent. It’s not too much, but the steps are steep enough to be an issue. The heels on my feet are no help.

Ghost shakes his head. “Don’t. You look…”

“Important?”

“Pretty.”

I stop in my tracks to look back at him, unsure if I heard him correctly. He doesn’t look away or seem embarrassed to have said so. Then again, when does he ever. No-nonsense and prideful in his emotionless character, Ghost is not one to regret his words. Everything he says is a calculated move. Compliments are certainly something to be calculated in a sense, but I don't think of it to be a compliment, even when a small part of me screams for more. I'm playing my part well; there'd be a problem if I wasn't looking pretty. A slow smile quirks at my lips, teasing in nature as I raise my brows. The teasing turns to surprise, however, when he offers me his arm.

“How chivalrous,” I quip as I lightly take his offered arm. Even the slightest contact sends thrills beneath my skin. “Careful, Lieutenant. I might start to think you actually like me.”

Ghost’s eyes train on the ground. At first, I wonder if he doesn’t want to meet my eyes, only then to realise he’s watching my footing. I barely catch a glimpse of his squint.

“I like you in one piece,” he corrects. “This job will be over the second you sprain your ankle on a flight of stairs.”

I hum. “Ahh, there it is.”

He looks up at me then. “There’s what?”

“Thinking about the job, as always.”

As always, I keep my tone light and teasing, but there's an accusing hint. A subtle jab I let slip that I pray goes unnoticed.

There's no room for emotions in this job, and though I've compromised that with the rest of the 141, Ghost is a difficult case. An impossible riddle, a mind-numbing equation with no real answer. Nothing about him should be likeable. He's painfully honest and dismissive when he bothers to speak, he's angry half the time, his attention is never lingering and his mind is an impenetrable fortress. It would make more sense to give in to Alejandro's shameless flirting or Gaz's sleazy grins. Only, it's Ghost that keeps me up at night. It's Ghost, who sends a pang through my chest when he reminds me any care is from pure investment in performance. I'm useful, nothing more.

I can count on one hand the number of times he's thrown me small morsels of care as if I were a stray dog whining and begging for food. Even then, I wouldn't have made it past three fingers. A greedy piece of me spins those memories into something that serves my desire. See, he's returning your interest, that hopeful voice purrs in my ear while feeding me botched versions of what really happened. I know better than to give in to the delusions. The ending of those memories is what sobers me, and it's no different now. I need you in shape for tomorrow. Keep your head in the game. I'm just making sure this isn't interrupting the job. He's always quick to redirect any concern from me to the job.

Maybe, just maybe...what if he was trying to save face? Does he not want to care?

Ghost remains silent for a moment. In consideration or because he doesn’t care to answer, I can’t tell. But when he does answer, his voice has my full attention. It’s low and rough, each syllable laced with something intoxicating. Something I've never heard before and never thought I would hear. Something I want to hear again and again.

“You have no idea what I think about, dove.”

Dove.

The response catches me so off guard I almost forget to take another step. We’ve reached the bottom of the steps, now. The second both my feet are on the flat expanse of the concrete driveway, he breaks away from our linked arms. There is no follow-up, no hint of a miscommunication, not even a look in my direction before he's gone from my side. All I can do is hesitantly trail behind him, lost in my thoughts.

Ghost has never given me a nickname before. Hell, he barely refers to me as anything other than my callsign. When I do hear my real name, it's never for good reasons.

The nickname that pours from his lips comes in a deep voice curled into a sensual tone, sounding like silk-covered marble, low and intended for my ears only. It's strangely intimate—something a lover would purr with lustful eyes and a seeking touch. Somehow it seems to invoke a phantom touch that glides across my skin. Gooseflesh puckers in its chilling wake. In the span of only a few seconds, I seem to experience every emotion humanly possible. Shock, surprise, a sickening, perverse enjoyment...and irritation that I must now join the rest of the team as if a mind-numbing heat was not boiling in the pits of my stomach

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I'll get the formatting of posting these to be prettier btw I promise 🙏🙏 But anyway just interact with this or tell me directly if you want more.

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bijoumikhawal · 9 months

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Coptic Women's Headpieces: padded headbands and Palmyran strips

Neither of these have much (...in the first case, any) information out there to make their own post about, but they're both interesting.

The first are these padded headpieces. In the past I'd only seen the one made of leather with flowers on it in the V&A, which notes its possible usage. However it was only until recently when I began poking around on the French internet when I found more, and better yet, an undeniable depiction of a woman wearing the headpiece. Before this I'd seen some depictions that may be the headpiece being worn, but usually seem much flatter than these were made to be or like they're a more standard gold diadem.

In addition to this, there are a few depictions of Coptic figures wearing these flower bud/petal crowns (more popular in the earlier part of Roman Egyptian art history), which makes me wonder if these were ever used as a base for those.

It's also possible this was out under the turbans worn by women in Coptic art. An example of a bust from Byzantine exists of a woman wearing a turban from Constantinople, and when viewed from the side it can be seen that the volume at the front of her headdress terminates in points near the nape of her neck/her ears. However, this bust also lacks the volume one would expect from the examples if a roll like the extant examples was used.

The other piece is one I noticed before, and isn't specific to Egypt, or originated from there. It seems to have come from Palmyra, and is fairly common in the funeral busts we have from there.

These are small plaques of metal and gems, typically with a few small beads dangling over the forehead. Currently it's supposed that they were attached to a woman's bun in some way.

Here's a Roman-era Greek bust and a Roman- era Tunisian example.

Heres some Roman-Egyptian portraits with similar head jewelry. So far, I haven't found a definitive later Coptic depiction of one being worn, but I don't think that means they stopped being worn before Christianization. It's possibly just a matter of what art has survived and what I've personally seen. Generally, Coptic jewelry is similar to the jewelry from earlier Roman-Egyptian examples, with some more unique examples and examples that were inspired by later trends in the Byzantine Empire.

One of the possible Coptic examples is from the tomb of Theodosea (full disclosure: Theodosea herself was Greek Christian living Egypt, not a Copt in the sense we mean it now, but she's dressed in a way generally common in Egypt at the time. I use "possible Coptic example" here to indicate the contemporary cultural majority of Egypt, which is distinct from the pre-Christian cultural identity of native Egyptians). Theodosea here is identified by Engy Hanna as wearing some type of golden hairnet, with a green pendant with 3 hanging pearls and two strings of hanging beads attached. Because of her palla, it's impossible to tell if she has only one medallion attached to her hairnet or if this is a strip. The overall composition of elements (a cover over the hair, the two strands, center ornament, and a shawl over top the head) are very similar to Palmyran headdresses, though she doesn't wear a turban or the patterned fillet they do.

Recently, I found a bust on an auction site labeled "Roman, probably made in Egypt" from the 1st century, with this ornament but made of a more pliable material- probably fabric. And another on the same site, maybe Egyptian (the information mentions both the terms Gandhara and Greco-Egyptian), with the more typical jeweled look, 2nd-3rd century (which is more into the swing of Christianization in Egypt).

The last aside is another jewelry piece resembling that of Palmyra, though less so: a kind of circlet that appears to be made of chain with a center pendant. The star pendant worn by the second woman also notably resembles the pin holding the strip to the Greek girl's updo. The hanging strands of Theodosea are more blatant, but it's possible these were elaboration on the fashion. This style of jeweled forehead circlet, unlike the headband and strip (I have seen art of Syrian and Egyptian women with a strip, as well as Nubian art of women with a fillet/circlet and a center strip. The latter seems to be a more widely used item than the former two, which I have only seen one depiction each of so far), has remained consistently popular in West Asia and North Africa. Additionally the padded band worn by one of the Palmyran women featured here could be a related item to the padded headband; to know one would have to see the back of her head or find an artifact connecting the two. Even if a relationship can be proven between the Byzantine, Palmyran, and Coptic padded fillets, there is no clear indication of where it originated.

*I am a Copt, and if you are not, do not tag this post talking about "recreations". I find that offensive given the actions taken by Albert Gayet in regard to the clothes he took from graves. It is a simple boundary and you will not "enlighten" me to see how it's fine.*

Sources/Further reading:

https://art.rmngp.fr/fr/library/artworks/femme-assise_terre-cuite_polychromie-technique

https://art.rmngp.fr/fr/library/artworks/bourrelet-de-coiffure-postiches_laine-textile

https://art.rmngp.fr/fr/library/artworks/bourrelet-de-manteau_laine-textile

https://art.rmngp.fr/fr/library/artworks/bourrelet-de-mantelet_laine-textile_textile-matiere_lin-fibre | sources for 3 of the padded fillets and the figurine

https://collections.vam.ac.uk/item/O353014/pair-of-fillets-unknown/

https://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/468716 | the marble bust

https://www.persee.fr/doc/bch_0007-4217_1969_num_93_2_4903 | in German, has photos of carvings with the hair ornament

https://www.sothebys.com/en/auctions/ecatalogue/2016/ancient-marbles-classical-sculpture-art-l16260/lot.59.html | carving of the short haired child

https://www.sothebys.com/en/buy/auction/2022/ancient-sculpture-and-works-of-art/a-roman-marble-portrait-head-of-a-girl-circa-2nd | carving of a girl with a jeweled strip, may be Egypt as the notes say an image of it was published in a work on Greco-Egyptian art and the girl has an "Isis lock" hairstyle

https://www.jstor.org/stable/4241695 | overview of Palmyran jewelry

https://www.britishmuseum.org/collection/object/G_1903-0717-3 | Tunisian example of strip

https://www.livius.org/pictures/greece/thessaloniki/thessaloniki-museum-pieces/thessaloniki-portrait-of-a-girl/

https://womenofegyptmag.com/2020/02/11/what-coptic-artefacts-tell-us-about-women-in-ancient-egypt-part-one/

#Coptic art #Coptic culture #Late Antiquity #Late Antique Egypt #Masr #Copt #Actually Egyptian tag #Cipher talk

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ohtobealady · 8 months

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October Prompts

3 October: Time

Sybbie glanced again at the fob watch that dangled from her pin, and she sat up straighter.

Granny had said she’d be here at noon, exactly. “For luncheon,” she’d said in her posh little way, though Sybbie -- only fifty years or so separating the two women -- had told the other nurses thirty minutes before that she was “stepping out for a quick lunch.”

“With Countess Granny?” they’d teased, but it was all in good fun. They’d been surprised, that was all. And the older Sybbie grew, she'd begun to understand it.

She shifted in her seat again. She looked around the dining room. She picked at the hangnail bothering her ring finger. And then, again, Sybbie glanced at her watch. It was nearing a quarter-after, now. She’d have to be back at the hospital before they’d be able to place their order. And truth be told, she was starting to feel a little self-conscious sitting here, in the Ritz dining room, wearing her nursing uniform. There may be a war on, but it didn’t yet prevent the table cloth that she now wriggled with her bouncing knee from being whiter and crisper than her apron.

“Excuse me, Miss?”

She drew in a breath, in surprise, and glanced at the waiter now standing at her side.

“Would you care for a drink while you wait? Perhaps you know what your companion would like as well?”

“Oh,” she pushed her hands into her wrinkled lap. “I believe a glass of water, for now. For me. And then a glass of Sauvignon Blanc for Lady Grantham? Who will be joining me very soon.”

That had done the trick. The waiter smiled, bobbed his brows and nodded. “Very good, madam.”

Sybbie smirked. Miss to Madam in the matter of a minute. What a snob, she thought, and sighed. Now all Sybbie had to do was wait for Granny.

Again, she glanced at her pendant watch, the seconds ticking by; but then, out of no where, “Oh, darling. We are so sorry.”

Sybbie glanced up and found, to her relief, her tall, slender grandmother. And she looked every inch the countess she'd promised the waiter she'd be: her cream colored silk shirt, her tailored tea-colored coat, the pearl earrings dangling at her throat. She smiled. Yes, the countess, but still very much just … Granny. Her granny.

But then, “Wait, ‘we’, Granny?”

“Yes,” she sighed as she sat, rolling her eyes. The host behind her pushed in her chair. “I did try to dissuade him, but he was so determined.”

Oh. Donk.

She couldn’t help the smile that spread at seeing his flustered entrance, his quick thanks to the host for bringing another chair, the nods to people Sybbie supposed he might know, all the while Granny looking up at him with her crooked smirk.

“How does anyone get anywhere with the absurd number of cars?” Donk grumbled, nodding again as a different waiter placed a menu and serviette before him. “Doesn’t anyone walk anymore?”

Across the table, Sybbie caught her granny's eye and laughed as they grew larger and then rolled, again, but more dramatically.

“Well, yes,” Sybbie answered. She took her napkin and placed it in her lap. “I did, in fact. And I still managed to get here on time.”

“Ah, I’m not suggesting that I’m late, of course.”

Sybbie heard as Granny grunted a small chuckle under her breath, and she watched her grandfather also take his serviette and sniff as he draped it into his lap.

“I see,” she volleyed. “Is that perhaps because you don’t believe lunch should ever be as early as noon or,” Sybbie lifted her chin, “is it because you cannot possibly be late to something you were never invited to in the first place?”

“What do you mean I wasn't invited?”

Sybbie tipped her head. “This was meant to be a girls’ lunch, Donk. Just for Granny and me.”

“Oh, well that’s impossible.” Donk lifted his chin back at her. “We come as a pair, you know, your grandmother and I.”

This time it was Sybbie who rolled her eyes, but her chest felt warmer all the same.

“I know,” she admitted, glancing between her chuckling Donk and her glowing Granny who, laughing, shook her head. “And let no man put asunder.”

#cobert drabbles #cobert october

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thejewelryhut · 1 year

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crazyyanderefangirlfan · 14 days

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Cat Tamami

"Your accessories are as tacky as your personality."

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BASIC

Name: Catrina Pearl Tamami

Nickname(s): Cat (by everyone) Kitty Cat (by close friends), KitKat, My Kitty Cat, Gorgeous, Babe (all by Lev).

Alias(es): Nekoma’s Wildcat, The Wildcat. Chaos Cat (St Trinians)

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Straight

Ethnicity: Japanese/British

Blood Type: A

Age: 15-16

Birthday: March 9

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APPEARANCE

Hair: She has thick black hair that’s is often tussled, tied back in a large, messy bun which flares in every direction.

Eyes: Sky blue with black eyeliner and dark purple eyeshadow.

Height: 160 cm

Skin: Porcelain

Body: Petite

Tattoo(s): A fake tattoo of a cat on her hip.

Piercing(s): On her ears, she wears silver thorn dangle earrings.

Scar(s): Deep scars on her sides

Other: She wears an aquamarine pendant

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SCHOOL

Occupation: Manager

School: Nekoma High

Year: 1

Class: 3

Club(s): Boys VBC

Number: None

Role/Position: None

Attendance Record: Good

Average Grade: B

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STATISTICS (out of 5)

Power: 4/5

Jumping: 5/5

Stamina: 5 /5

Game Sense (ability to 'predict' or 'sense' the opponents next move): 1/5

Technique: 2/5

Speed: 5/5

Overall (total): 22/30

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CHARACTER

Personality: Cat is often portrayed as a confident, independent, and determined individual. She's a skilled martial artist and jeweler and forger, she takes pride in her skills and considered to be a bit of a perfectionist when it comes to jewelry making. Her eye for detail is also what make her an effective manager.

She's prideful of her work, even scolding a friend in one occasion for damaging a necklace she made, however, if the situation calls for it, she does not mind having them damaged and/or destroyed. She's also skilled in forging, able to create weapons disguised as jewelry.

Despite her age, she's an adept business woman, able to balance work and school life as well as handling vexxing customers. She commissions at three pieces a week and prioritizes emergency commissions. Her jewelry is highly popular both in and out of school, even teachers admire them. However if a teacher ever commissions her, she'll make it clear she doesn't want special favors and treats it like a normal transaction.

Cat typically communicates in an honest, direct style that can take some getting accustomed to. Her dispute resolution techniques may be viewed as unconventional because she dislikes wasting time on justifications. She possesses a strong sense of justice and a desire to protect her family and friends. Cat can be quite rebellious, often challenging authority and traditions that she believes are holding her back or harming others.

Cat never takes the conventional route and prefers to explore life from off the beaten track, relying heavily on her instincts and powers of observation to guide her through. She often has an air of indifference and her need for privacy often keeps her from making new friends, but she's deeply loyal to those who break down her walls.

Cat follows punk philosophy, which is promoting freedom of the individual and working against conforming to the cookie-cutter form, often wearing edgy and gothic clothes, wearing bold make-up and getting creative with her school uniform, the last often gets her in trouble but she doesn't care.

Though often the mediator in Nekoma, she is quick to use violence once they struck a nerve. It takes the entire team to hold her back from killing the person, but even they have a hard time holding due to her surprising strength and her sheer anger was terrifying. Inouka even commented she looked like a feral cat when angry.

Her relationship with Lev is odd to most people. Both of them would deny being in a relationship with each other but would act like a couple. There are many examples such as sitting on Lev's lap, cuddling whenever they can, eating each others food or just a bit too affectionate with each other. Another action that supports this that they scare off each other's suitors.

Likes: Family and friends, Lev, Jewelry, her cats Pancake and Waffle, katsudon, skateboarding, video games, music, parkour, naps, fun but dangerous places.

Dislikes: Johnny being overprotective, her food stolen, tacky jewelry , pranks that cause trouble for everybody, entitled people, harm to her friends and family, someone’s taking credit for her work, mustard, pencils with no erasers, her skateboard broken, fakeness.

Hobbies: Jewelry making, parkour, MMA (specifically Muay Thai, Brazilian jiu-jutsu and Krav Maga), singing, playing the guitar, video games, reading, watching movies, cooking, forging, skateboarding, snowboarding, hunting.

Goal(s): To have her own jewelry brand (and marry Lev)

Current concerns: Whether a sapphire or a topaz will look good on a silver chain.

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SOCIAL

Mother(s): Mary Tamami

Father(s): Jun Tamami

Sibling(s): Johnny Tamami (older brother)

Relative(s): Unknown

Friend(s): Nekoma VBC, Alisa Haiba, Akane Yamamoto, Yukie Shirofuku, Kaori Suzumeda, Marjorie Karanakaran.

Best Friend(s): Teresa Diamandis, Bridget Fortuné, Heather O'Cleary, Irene Song, Juliette Chaveleir, Skyla Barretto

Love Interest(s): Lev Haiba

Rival(s): None

Pet(s): Her Bombay, Pancake and her mixed breed Waffle.

#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#nekoma #lev haiba #haikyuu nekoma #hq nekoma #haikyuu!!! nekoma #haiba lev #hq #hq!!#cat tamami

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rabbitpaws · 1 year

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Green Zirconia and Freshwater Pearl Flower Gold Fairy Woodland Earrings ✨️

Featuring brass fairies that dangle from leaf charms and Freshwater Pearl flower beads with dainty Green Zirconia pendants. The hooks are gold plated 🧚‍♂️

They hang 3.25 inches

Made with nickel free materials

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bebemoon · 1 year

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♱ i’m just a video game character ♱

junya watanabe for comme des garçons flowy white linen blouse w/ ties

vivienne westwood black lace overlay corest, c. 1992

gucci black and gold lionhead & cross dangle choker

alice auaa thigh-high patent leather boots w/ ankle buckle detail

john galliano for christian dior massive (”outsized”) rosette accessory (rare)

ann demeulemeester “joris” black leather gloves

trudon “révolution” eau de parfum

christian lacroix studded cross goth-inspired black leather bag

vintouch italy cherubini garnet & pearls earrings

vintage flintlock pistol 18 karat gold charm pendant

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diamondcrownacademy · 7 months

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DCA Info Part 25: Meet Evonie Apfel 🍎

Evonie Apfel (エボニー・アッフェル, Ebonī Aferu) is the dorm leader of Pommeneige. She is hard working young woman who will do everything in her power to help others. But doesn't have many mutuals due to the fact that she's almost always aware of people's true intentions.

History

Evonie was born to an unnamed woman who was slowly succumbing to illness and the mother knew that she would be unable to survive to raise Evonie. She managed to contact Rote and Schnee Apfel, a male couple who agreed to raise Evonie after the mother's passing. After Evonie's birth and the mother's death, Rote and Schnee adopted her and the family lived peacefully in the Town of Orchard Fields.

At some point during her childhood, the children of the town would harass a young outcast. Evonie befriended them, hoping that this would cause the other children would stop harassing them. Unfortunately, this only made things worse, as the children would continue to harass them whenever Evonie wasn't present, and they would likely taunt them about how Evonie wasn't there to protect them. This eventually lead to the outcast having to move away. When Evonie attempted to say goodbye, the outcasted friend snapped at her and blamed her for their horrible life.

This memory haunts Evonie to this very day, making her believe that being the fairest is nothing but a burden that could drive away the people she cares about.

Personality

A hardworking and mature young woman, Evonie will do what it takes to get work done, even if that means messing up her appearance. Despite being placed into a dorm that represents innocence, Evonie is well aware of ill intentions and catches onto people's lies quickly. So she takes a bit longer to actually trust someone until she is sure that they don't have any shady schemes. She is said to be very scary when angered and is shown to have a hatred for boys who make misogynistic jokes about her being a damsel.

Appearance

Evonie is a tall young woman in her late-teens. She has pale skin, aquamarine green eyes, and long wavy black hair with a royal blue tint. While her hairstyle changes depending on the outfit she appears in, her hair is commonly seen in a wavy side ponytail.

2020 School Uniform

Evonie's 2020 school uniform consists of a navy blue turtleneck top, with the upper part being connected by a dangle chain of gold pearl beads attached to gold flower pendants with ruby gems, as well as having a cleavage cutout while the lower part is embroidered with oval shaped gold pendants with the same ruby gems. The sleeves are styled to look like bishop sleeves and are transparent with a floral printed design with the ends being tied with blue ribbon, the tips of the sleeves are not transparent however. The lower half of her school uniform consists of a pale yellow box-pleated skirt with blue ruffle trim, a red ribbon with a blue scarf tie and red bow. In the center of the red bow is an apple shaped pendant with a ruby gem. For footwear, Evonie wears a pair of blue and red kitten heels with gold soles, yellow bows with gold flower shaped pendants with ruby gems in them and pale yellow ankle straps designed to look like a shirt collar with a red ribbon around it.

Evonie accessorizes with a two layered ruffled collar with her brooch in the center, the upper layer being red and the lower layer being black, as well as a small gold crown with ruby gems and on the bottom of the crown is a red colored metal band with arches. Attached to the crown are three off white colored feathers and two gold pearl bead strands.

2021 School Uniform

Evonie's 2021 attire remains mostly the same as the original, with some adjustments. The arched metal band and pearl strands were removed from the crown, the ends of the red bow on her skirt are gone and she now sports a pair of black kitten heels with red jeweled charms on red wrap detailing, as well as red soles and straps.

First Dorm Uniform

In her first dorm uniform, Evonie wore a v-neck shaped bodice with a large pale gold plating with red diamond shaped gems on it. The bodice itself is yellow in the center and solid blue on both sides, with both colors being divided by gold detailing, the yellow part also has an elegant teardrop like pattern on it. She additionally wears a high collar with rounded arch edges and a gold outline. The top also has puffy dark blue and maroon sleeves and Evonie wears fingerless gloves of similar colors with gold trim and petal shaped cuffs with lace inside. The skirt is yellow with the same elegant teardrop pattern as the center bodice and a dark blue hemming with gold trimming, within the hemming are the same red diamonds as the bodice plating. The skirt also has a two layered maroon overskirt with white fur trimming, with black spots within said trimming. The overskirt is additionally attached to a pair of gold braided chains. For footwear, she wears a pair of maroon and dark blue kitten heels with gold straps, with the topline matching the golden bodice plate.

Evonie wears the same crown from her school uniform but she now accessorizes with a gold necklace with her brooch acting as a pendant.

Second Dorm Uniform

Evonie's dorm uniform was redesigned because according to Phoenix, the initial dorm uniform looked too regal for a dorm with a cottage serving as it's living quarters and that Pommeneige is meant to be the opposite of the Pomefiore dorm.

Evonie's second uniform consists of a navy blue and pale yellow dress, with the blue portion having floral patterning, gold trimming and a red interior. The dress also has blue and red puff sleeves, with the red portion being outlined with gold trimming. The sleeves also have bronze cuffs. She also wears a red ribbon belt. For footwear, Evonie wears a pair of navy blue shoes with floral patterns, gold soles and gold topline.

Evonie accessorizes with the same crown from her school uniform and gold necklace with her brooch acting as a pendant much like her original dorm uniform, but the necklace now has gold beads.

Solo Stage Uniform

For vocal performances, Evonie dawns a yellow dress with a golden stripe patterning, gold details, white fur trimming and blue ruffle trimming along with a blue jacket with a high collar with it's interior being yellow. The jacket's exterior also has gold lining with swirls, puffy red and blue sleeves with gold cuffs and on the left side of the the jacket is a red sparkly cape that appears to go down to her upper knees. Evonie also wears white leggings, with blue and yellow ankle boots with various red detailings, like swirl details on the top of the boots and the red ribbons and jewels at it's topline.

Evonie accessorizes with a sharp pointed gold crown with red diamond shaped gems, a blue and red striped cap, white fur trimming and a gold monde along with a blue and red hair ribbon. She also accessorizes with a red scarf tie with a blue tip lining stripe and her brooch attached to it. blue and yellow ruffle trimmed bracelets, and a blue waist sash with a daisy on it and an apple shaped printed emblem on it above a red tip lining stripe. Connected to the sash are two gold braided chains, with the bottom one having fringes and a sparkly red overskirt with blue ribbon trim.

Glass Butterfly Outfit

Used for her idol persona, The Masked Maiden, Evonie's attire here consists of a fishnet body tunic and a blue and purple dress. The dress itself has a blue colored bodice with a sweetheart neckline and in the center of the bodice is a pageant-like sash detailing with a black outline and floral pattern. She also wears a black belt with red diamond shaped gems on it. The skirt portion of the dress is made up of three layers. The first layer is a continuation of her bodice except at it's end, it has three red roses and connected to said roses is a gold chain with three red diamonds. The second layer consists of a white and blue knife-pleated skirt with black trimming and a pattern similar to the one on the sash bodice detailing. The third and final layer is semi transparent violet and purple in color and has rounded edges, making them resemble butterfly wings. The third also has a spiderweb like pattern and trimming, in addition to the inclusion of red roses connected to various gold chains. For footwear, Evonie dawns a pair of black and red kitten heels with red ribbons, with the left one being wrapped around her calf and has a black strap with gold diamond gems and a buckle.

Evonie accessorizes with a black headband with gold diamonds and three black bows attached to red diamond shaped crystals. There is also a black semi transparent veil attached to it. Around her neck, Evonie wears a black fur collar with butterfly attachments on each side connected to a gold chain with red diamond shaped gems. Evonie also wears black armbands that have yellow diamonds and a gold buckle on it, she wears two on her upper right arm and one on her left wrist. She also wears black gloves.

School Statistics

Evonie is a 19 year old 3rd year student. She classified as Student #3 and is in Class 3-B. She is a member of the Theater Club and her best subject is General Magic. Her favorite school subject is Fencing/Sword Fighting because it makes her feel strong and less dainty. Her least favorite school subject is Party Hosting because she can't handle it, primarily because it just leaves her tired even though she is decent at it.

For her idol performances, Evonie is able to perform a range of idol songs, from the cute pop songs to a cool rock song. Her vocal range has been trained for different genres of songs.

For her choreography, Evonie has the ability to memorize complex dance styles and is able to synchronize movements when in a group.

Relationships

Family

Evonie doesn't remember much about her mother due to her passing away when Evonie was still an infant. Evonie however did have a good relationship with her adoptive parents though. Rote was very loving towards Evonie and doted on her on occasions, he scares away any man who tries to flirt with her. Schnee was good at making apple based desserts according to Evonie, and he even thought her self-defense.

Pet

Evonie has a pet peacock named Highness. He is very spoiled and picky with almost everything. Evonie is the only one who takes care of him, otherwise he'll stomp them. Though he will snub Evonie at times. Highness is shown to have a fondness for Rook, so much so the Evonie appointed him to be Highness' caretaker in her absence.

Fellow Students

Although Evonie doesn't have many mutuals, she is shown to get along with some students.

Evonie personally views Vidya and Jinlong as rivals due to athleticism and confidence. Also quite competitive with each other.

Ella is a close friend that basically became Evonie's younger sibling figure.

Evonie views Allison as an annoying sibling and an all around thorn in her side. Evonie doesn't know why she can't leave Allison alone but it's probably because her chaos sensors go off and she is compelled to fix whatever mess happened.

Perrine and Evonie are close friends since they both value their respective families and their traditions.

Night Raven College Students

Vil views Evonie as a rival, however he doesn't outright hate her. Evonie doesn't know what to think of him, there are times she thinks he's a gentleman but then there are times where she she finds their "rivalry" pointless.

Rook would admire Evonie for her beauty. When he first met her, he went and complimented her in a mix of French and English which confused her a lot. While Evonie finds him annoying, she's tried her hardest not to judge him. With Rook being a hunter, Evonie keeps her animals away from him. But some reason, Highness is fond of Rook which makes Evonie a bit jealous. Rook definitely loves the peacock since he fits the aesthetic of Pomefiore, he's contemplating about making Highness the mascot whenever Evonie leaves him in his care.

Epel is the only one Evonie can fully befriend since he isn't like the other two. Epel initially thought she was a high class lady who would turn her nose up at activities that would ruin her look. But to his surprise, she's not what he assumed she'd be. He definitely wants her to teach him fencing since its a physical activity that is both grace and action. Vil can't complain. Evonie doesn't go easy on him which caught him off guard, but she can't help but get into the zone whenever she picks up the sword. Epel doesn't mind though, he definitely needs it after being in another etiquette lesson from Vil or Rook.

Romance

Evonie would want someone who knows the value of hard work and possibly someone she can talk to regarding some issues about people wanting to be with her only because of her looks. So, a partner who cares more about her personality rather than her appearance.

Powers and Abilities

• Magic: Evonie is said to excel at using magic, as shown with General Magic being the subject she excels at.

• Swordplay: Evonie is also shown to be a very skilled sword welder. Evonie enjoys the art of swordplay as it makes her feel strong and confident.

• Cooking: Evonie is said to be good at cooking and often cooks with Allison, making something creative with apples either by turning it into drinks, dessert or something bizarre.

• Singing: Evonie greatly excels at singing and is praised for it and is commonly heard singing songs befitting her image. But she sometimes dabbles into the rock genre in secret, thankfully the music room is soundproof so she won't be heard outside. Evonie won't let that secret get out because she thinks that metal heads and princesses don't mix.

• Fast Reflexes: According to her bio, Evonie is said to have fast reflexes.

Unique Magic

Evonie's unique magic is called "Animal Command" (森の動物の助け/アニマル・コマンド, Animaru Komando; lit. "Aid of the Forest Animals"). Evonie is able to communicate with and control animals to do whatever she wants, but she has to sing for it to work.

Voice

According to her bio, Evonie's Japanese voice actress would be Yoko Hikasa, known for her roles as Kyōko Kirigiri in Danganronpa, Mio Akiyama in K-On! and Stephanie Dola in No Game No Life.

Trivia

• Her birthday is on March 6th, making her a Pisces.

• She is 175 cm tall.

• Her favorite food is Apple Dumplings while her least favorite food is Brussel Sprouts. She dislikes handling the tantrums of her pet peacock, Highness and she also dislikes poachers.

• She enjoys singing rock songs in private.

• Her preferred Styling Jewel Outfit Styles are Elegant, Gothic and Cool.

• For her casual attire, Evonie would mostly wear casual shirts and pants.

• Her favorite color is dark blue.

• She is dubbed "Little Swordfish" (メカジキちゃん, Mekajiki-chan) by Floyd due to the fact she excels at fencing.

• Evonie is said to have a rock diva alter ego dubbed "The Masked Maiden".

• The only fruit she'll tolerate eating are apples.

• She likes to listen to rock music in her free time.

• Evonie’s Overblot would occur if she was confronted by her former childhood friend who starts to out her as arrogant and a narcissist which she is not.

• Evonie would most likely be a vet in the future.

• Evonie would smell like apples infused with cinnamon.

• Her signature scent would be apple scents or maybe even fresh leaves since the dorm she leads is located in a forest.

• Evonie is scared to face her former childhood friend, as well as having her hard work be considered just lucky due to her looks.

#evonie apfel #DCA info #meet the dorm leaders #diamond crown academy

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j4y-lvr · 2 years

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❝ANGEL GUISE❞ - II … park jongseong

SYNOPSIS. when all seemed to go in vain, he showed up to your avail, the one and only angel in disguise. ACT I

PAIRING. soulmate!jay x fem!reader

GENRE. soulmate au, strangers2lover, angst to fluff.

WARNINGS. mentions and an attempt to su!c!de, quite a lot of crying.

WORD COUNT. 1139

TAGLIST. @in--outer-space @stinkoscope @dimplewonie @jayswannabebae

— ACT II.

Was it a dream? Had you deluded yourself into believing a man had tried to save your life when you were at your worst under the rain as the horn of a truck blared.

Either way, his coat, and pedant served enough evidence to keep you from self-diagnosing yourself as mentally insane.

He left you stranded and alone on the side of the road, merely saving your life with no liable reason for you to believe so. He'd just waltzed in like that and gained such importance in your life though you'd solely seen, no, barely perceived him with your eyes brushing over his features that remained concealed under the lights with his cap tugged down.

He left with you wanting, longing, and craving, for his words, his embrace, and the small yet soft smile he carried with such meaning. You remember everything about him, the masculine scent with the fresh smell of rainwater infiltrating your nostrils as you sobbed pearls.

He had revived your will to strive in this ditch of a world with the pretense that he would manifest on May 18th. To finally unveil the mysterious aura that trudged with the thought of him. An angel appeared out of nowhere and kept you alive.

The last two years had progressed painstakingly slowly. The pace of every detail could be inscribed on a hand-drawn flipbook. You'd be a fool to think the man would show, yet you carried on, though it sounded ludicrous.

And it got you so far. You walked down the metal rail of steps, your clean footwear clacking against them with every move you took to descend. Your orbs trailed down the spiral rail and onto your left hand, burning holes into the mark engraved on your skin.

"do you like it?" boomed a voice from beneath the elevation, a grin lifting on your front as you responded affirmatively, causing the woman to clap in joy as she handed you the keys. You gripped the metallic piece, bidding goodbye and walking out of the vicinity with the keys jingling in your hand.

You had everything you could yearn for; baffling success with your business and made enough to buy a much better house than your mere broken-down shelter. You repeat your thoughts, analyzing and breaking down your inner voice.

You had everything, yet why weren't you happy? The feeling of pure bliss, visuals of the bright sun beaming down at you, replicating your sunny smile, the fuzzy sentiment and laughter were missing. You shut everyone out, kept to yourself, and lived just waiting and waiting.

You had lost your sense of time, solely living every other second like it was insignificant to you, meaningless almost. It was worthless, one would say.

A few more hours would tell if you lost your motive to live life or whether he proved himself truthful when he gave away the date: May 18th, and 7 hours till the day that held importance.

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Endless chatter continued, and your head throbbed, the atmosphere was suffocating, and you'd hate to spend it here in this room full of fake happiness and joy. The pedant dangled around your neck, gleaming under the fancy lights that hung above as you mused your way through the bustling crowd with booming music overhead, grinning at those who acknowledged you.

You push the door and exit, huffing a breath and grip the pendant. The night was cold and reminiscent almost, your mind wandering to the anonymous man, and you wondered when he'd show up that day. You walk past the stripped white and black as the light shades red with little to no vehicles adorning the empty roads.

Oh, what you'd give to have his jacket draped around you.

Your eyes settle upon a man positioned in the center of the road, fist clenched as he seemingly struggled and staggered to breathe as if he were nervous. Your judgment, however, wasn't as quick as the man who saved you, watching the truck inch toward the person.

Maybe he heard your thought.

You hadn't arrived in time.

You jumped in front, attempting to block him, but he had other plans, hugging you from the back to protect you. That embrace was familiar, much like the one years ago. The truck fateful dashed into the two of you, rendering you both injured and on the verge of unconsciousness. You mumble in pain, and your eyelid peers at your hand, the mark gleaming red.

Your heartbeat echoed in your ears as tears clouded your vision, panning your head to him slowly, and there he has lain, behind you and unconscious, the mark on his neck faded red. It was him. He was your soulmate. Your cough hitches in your throat, tears escaping from the immense pain. He saved you again.

The thought that you were born unlucky flashed through your mind as you succumbed to the pain.

Click. The sound of videotape revving clouded your mind.

You gasp heavily and heave, eyes frantic, heart erratic. You were back at the building you'd left minutes ago. Time wasn't sufficient for you to ponder over how you got here. You took off sprinting, not bothering to say sorry to those you dashed.

In a frenzy, the door slammed open as you went running to the road you'd seen him. You'd save him this time. The familiar chills cover your skin as you see him on the sidewalk, waiting and thinking long and hard. You sigh in relief and dash your way to him, wasting no time wrapping him into a hug.

"don't go," you express, clutching onto him tight, your heart fervent. His stiff stance loosened, and his arms circled you as he brought your head to his chest, turning his head to your forehead and planting a small kiss. You pull away, your hands still holding onto him as you take in his appearance, smiling.

Trailing from his face to his neck, your hand reaches for a heart-shaped mark, letting the tip of your thumb run over it fondly. You lift your left hand and show your identical one with a grin. He reaches for your hand and kisses the surface of your hand where the mark lies glowing a deep red. The pure bliss and rays of sunlight you had mentioned with the sentiment of happiness had to be what you were experiencing.

A genuine smile.

You lean closer to him and kiss the mark on his neck as it continues to glow, a laugh escaping your lips in contentment. He mirrored your joy as he reached for your jaw, pressing his hand against it as he inclined you near and slotted his lips on yours like a missing puzzle piece.

"thank you for saving me, for keeping your promise, and for your existence."

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heidistreasurechest · 2 months

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#giftforher #jewelryforher #bohojewelry #giftformom #jewelryformom #shopnow

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chuubbles · 1 year

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jake x f!reader

🖤 quick little write w/ no plot or anything… just yall being rich

🎵 : apocalypse; cigs after $ex

author’s note: its been a while guys!!! ty for all the support im ive been getting recently, it means a lot to me :3 enjoy this random piece of work!!!

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you were in the right wing of your big house, sitting behind a gold vanity. it had beautiful pearls and shells covering it. a record player on a coffee table to the side playing some soft tunes. a big bed with a gray canopy draping over it. little decorations and a couch here and there. your black dress hugging your figure perfectly. a gold pendant dangling from your neck, with a black-jeweled engagement ring on your finger. you smacked your lips, after applying chapstick. you looked around your lipstick collection, and found the color you wanted. a red-winecolor — the color of someone’s blood or a fresh rose. you put it on your lips, eyeing yourself in the mirror. you were so distracted trying to get your lips perfect, that you didnt notice your husband walk in.

the door handle clicked with a close, and footsteps could be heard. you finally drew your attention to the back of the room. you turned around slowly, making eye contact with jake. he was in a black suit, and had a dark red tie that was matching your lip color. his hair was a little messy, and he had a black rolex on. and, his engagement fing on his finger. typical jake. “you look nice,” he said while winking. you sighed, putting down your lipstick and walking over to where he was sitting. your red-bottomed heels clicked and clacked on the wooden floor, until you made it to the edge of your guys’ bed.

you were standing right in front of him, and began to fix his hair. he looked at you in awe — meanwhile you werent paying attention again. while smiling, he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you in. he liked hearing your heartbeat, and feeling your chest and stomach go up and down with every breath you took. “baby, we’re going to be late to this party.” you said, reminding him. he muffled something, with his face on your chest. you sighed again, your two hands cupping his cheeks and elevating his face out of your chest. you looked him dead in the eyes, and went in for a quick kiss. when you pulled back, his lips were red. (man that lipstick is pigmented). his smile turned into a dorky one, and you couldnt help but smile too.

jake’s phone buzzed. “oh, we should probably leave now.” he said quickly. he stood up and grabbed your hand, as you both began to dash to the stairs. you didnt want to trip while going down, so jake ended up carrying you, while you held onto your heels.

outside of your big house, was a fancy lot (like the royal front yard parking lot things you see in movies) and had cobblestone paths. a dark thick gate always keeping you both safe. a grey bentley was on the side waiting.

you held hands while speed walking to the car. you turned your head around, admiring the house you and jake live in. a cobble beige mansion that was almost like a castle, the bottom of it in roses and thorns. you smiled, and turned around back to jake who was already looking at you. you giggled, making sure to not get the red-wine lipstick onto your teeth.

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author’s note x2: here’s some visualizers!

bentley:

house:

gate:

red bottoms:

ring:

not much, but i hope these visualizers were useful!

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