#precious quality of gemstone

[moons-rising]

pondering a treasurer dragon for my clan

#my clan has a major vault #but it IS primarily used for food and other resource storage #artifacts are stored in the separate library vaults #and there's relatively little money use in my clan #so i think the most common other thing to be stored would just be #gemstones? perhaps some precious metals #there would be major storage of high quality paper and ink lol #hm i'll work on it more #mostly i want a dragon to hold a proper wishlist lol

[avegemstones]

#Natural Malachite #Round Cabochon #Semi Precious Stone #Calibrated Smooth #Loose Gemstone #For Jewelry #Good Quality #All Size Available #Stone Name: Malachite (Natural) #Shape: Round Shape #Stone Cut: Cabochon (Flat Back) #Stone Size: Choose By Variation #Use: Jewelry Making #Origin – Congo #birthstones #sapphire #amethyst #decemberbirthstone #junebirthstone #octoberbirthstone #novembebirthstone #aquamarine #moonstone #januarybirthstone #septemberbirthstone #gemstone #lapislazuli #topaz #gems #februarybirthstone

[moraxsthrone]

TITLE — spoiled

PAIRING — dom!sugarbaby!zhongli x sub!sugarmama!f!reader

WC — 4.6k

WARNINGS — nsfw. MDNI. modern au. soft dom/sub dynamic. oral (m. & f. rcv'ing). deepthroat/facefucking. overstim. squirting. creampie.

NOTES — i always said that when (not if) zhongli came home, i would spoil him rotten. i went from having no zhongli to having him at C2 lvl 90 + staff of homa + a 2pc/2pc tenacity/noblesse set, and him being in the top 21% of zl hybrid builds on the NA server, hitting 100k+ dmg...all in less than a month. i've been good to him and he's been soooooo good to me so i wanted to write this as a celebratory, homecoming gift for my long-awaited, highly spoiled geo daddy. thanks to @crystalflygeo for the idea and inspiration! i hope i did it justice! <3

the knock comes so gently you wouldn't have heard it had you not been expecting it.

“come in,” you say, finishing the last piece of paperwork and setting your pen down on your big oak desk.

the heavy door creaks open, zhongli striding in before closing the door behind himself.

“working late again, my lady?” the young man muses with a subtle smile, looking dapper in his favorite armani suit that’s been perfectly tailored to the lean musculature of his frame.

a leaden sigh escapes your lips. “yes, but fortunately i’ve just finished. your timing is impeccable, my dear sir,” you say with a playful lilt while leaning back in your chair. “i presume i’m not the only one since someone else must’ve let you in.”

“your receptionist was just leaving as i arrived.”

“well, now that you’re here, to what do i owe the pleasure?”

“i wanted to thank you again for the handsome topaz cufflinks you procured for me yesterday at that fancy boutique-” he says in his unhurried baritone, fidgeting with one of them. zhongli sounds so commanding without even trying, making your loins stir with want. you’ve taken great pleasure in spoiling him since meeting him a couple months ago, buying him everything he’s had an eye for, as well as a lot of things he hasn’t even asked for…

“i knew you’d appreciate them, what with your exquisite taste…” you interject, admiring the way the dark orange gemstones bring out his eyes. “besides, the color becomes you.”

he smiles back, making him look more boyish. “only someone with a discerning eye for quality and beauty such as yourself would even take me to places that sell such high caliber merchandise.” he walks towards you, leaning against the front of your desk mere inches from where your arm rests. “but i want you to know that i appreciate the little things just as much, if not more so. something as simple as say…” his voice trails for a moment, “...indulging me in afternoon tea means a lot to me.”

“oh? but your company is no small thing, zhongli. i enjoy lavishing you with gifts, of course. but you give me your time and conversation in return, and that is far more valuable to me than any gift i could bestow upon you…”

“you sure?” 

your brow crinkles at his hinting tone. “what do you mean?”

he reaches out with his gloved hand, delicately cupping your jaw as his boyish smile fades. “you’re a very busy lady. your time and attention are in high demand. and yet you decide to give what little of it you have over to me. your time is far more valuable than anything you could possibly buy me, and that’s something for which i could never repay you…”

you raise your eyebrows at him in sincerity. “zhongli. as i’ve already stated, your company is more than enough-”

"my lady," he reaches for your hand and brings your dainty knuckles to his lips. “...if i may?”

your mouth drops open in surprise. though you certainly wouldn’t be opposed to it, you’ve never so much as alluded to the prospect of an intimate relationship with him. you’re beautiful. powerful. but also - as he’s pointed out - very busy, leaving you precious little time for meeting a suitable mate, let alone courting one. so just spending time with zhongli - listening to his captivating stories, admiring his handsome face, hearing his spell-binding voice - has been more than worth any amount of money you could spend on him.

“zhongli, w-what…?” you give into the gentle tug of his hand, standing from your chair to face him. with your hand still in his, he cups your cheek with the other while bringing his lips dangerously close to yours. “zhongli, wait,” you say, catching your breath in your throat before he can take it away. “you don’t owe me anything…”

“perhaps not, my lady,” he says, his thumb stroking your burning cheek. “but i would quite like to give you something anyway.” your eyes search his as he speaks, his gaze so comfortably heavy. “you’re beautiful,” he says, breath fanning across your lips. “you’ve been exceedingly generous to me…and i want to give you what i feel is owed to you…”

“but zhongli,” you try, your voice so small and shaky with desire, “i’ve already said you don’t owe m-”

“forgive my insolence,” he interrupts, not sounding sorry at all, “but allow me to put it this way: i’m going to give you what you deserve.”

his thumb grazes your lower lip, only to trail down the column of your pretty neck as his lips finally and mercifully claim yours. and you give yourself permission to kiss him back. how could you not? of course you’ve never expected anything from him, but you’d be lying if you said you’d never fantasized about kissing him, touching him.

zhongli is incredibly intelligent and knowledgeable, devastatingly handsome, and his voice alone is enough to make your panties wet every time you hear it. in spite of the fact that you’ve been providing for him, it is he who seems to hold some unspoken power over you.

breaking from the kiss, you look up into his amber eyes. “wh-what i deserve?”

without a word he turns you around, your butt now pressing against the edge of your desk.

“by now you must think i’m a weak man…”

you shake your head. “no. i don’t think that at all-”

he places his fingers over your lips. “ah-ah. i wasn’t finished speaking, my lady.”

your eyes widen, filling with lust and desire at his insistent tone. yes. you need this. and he knows it. zhongli isn’t just giving you what you want or deserve; he’s giving you what you need.

“but-”

before you can utter another sound, zhongli spins you around until your hips are pressing against the edge of your desk. you feel his hips press against your bottom, gasping quietly at the unmistakable hard bulge pressing against you.

“zhongli?”

he grinds against you, the force causing the edge of your desk to dig into your hip bones.

“you can feel me, can’t you?” he whispers, his wet lips grazing the edge of your ear. “i’ve wanted you like this all along. does that come as a surprise to you, my lady?”

before you can formulate a response, zhongli’s hands - now naked and warm after having removed his gloves - are running along your bare skin under your pencil skirt until it’s bunched up below your ass cheeks. one of his hands slips between your legs, spreading them apart to slowly make his way up until he feels the moisture between them. 

“it would seem you’ve thought about this before as well,” he deduces, eliciting an affirmative hum from you as a response.

his other hand gently pushes your hair aside to expose the back of your neck and you feel the heat of his breath there as his soft lips ghost over your goosebumped skin.

“you must get so tired of having so much responsibility on you,” he mutters. “wouldn’t it be nice to relinquish control every once in a while?”

his voice alone is enough to easily seduce you. with a small nod, your eyes flutter closed as you fight the chill that wants to run down your spine. “y-yes, zhongli, it’s…” your breath hitches when his thumb brushes your lace-covered clit, “...exhausting sometimes.”

a deep chuckle forms in his throat as he peppers light kisses along the back of your bare neck, pushing the ruffle trim top of your dress off one of your shoulders to expose more of your soft skin.

“then allow me.” grasping the back zipper between his fingers, he pulls it down, taking his precious time undressing you from your collar to your tailbone. “if at any point you want me to stop, just say 'lapis'," he whispers and you agree.

he pushes the sleeves over and off of your arms before unfastening your bra. everything falls to the floor, the expensive material pooling around your feet. having rendered you naked save for your panties and designer heels, he stands back a bit and tells you to turn around and face him. feeling a bit self-conscious, you cover your breasts and bite your lower lip nervously as you follow his order.

“tut-tut.” zhongli shakes his head in mild disapproval. “uncover yourself. i want to see every inch of your gorgeous body.”

you lower your arms, exposing your creamy breasts with pretty, budded nipples and zhongli’s amber eyes seem to glow with arousal. he takes his time looking you up and down, licking his lips, drinking in your form as his hard cock strains against his slacks. 

kissing you as he comes in close again, pulling you in with his hands on your ass to let the clothed head of his cock rub against your panty-clad pussy. you gasp and he grips his own cock through his pants and rubs the head over your hidden clit.

reaching for one of your hands, he places it on his clothed erection, sending a jolt of arousal to your core. “touch me,” he says. "i know you want to."

you nod, giving his girth a tentative squeeze through his expensive slacks. a quiet groan escapes zhongli’s throat as he pushes himself into your hand, watching you with hooded eyes as you palm him. even through the dark virgin wool you can feel that his cock is thick and hot, and you can’t help but clench as you imagine how it would feel to be taken and filled by him.

“get on your knees,” he commands and you obey, putting you at eye level with the wet spot that has formed where his cockhead is pressing against his slacks. “take my cock out.” 

you can hardly believe this is happening. not five minutes ago, you were having an innocent conversation with your platonic sugarbaby. now you’re on your knees, seconds away from freeing his cock and tasting his precum - something you’ve wanted since first laying eyes on him but never thought would become a reality.

your well-manicured hands reach for his belt, unfastening it before opening his pants to free his impressive dick. it’s so pretty - thick and pale with a bulbous tip flushed dark pink and a couple of fat veins running the length of him. you lick your lips and wrap your hand around his silky shaft, so warm and hard. without thinking, you open your mouth to lick his swollen cockhead but he reaches down and stops you with a finger to your chin.

“did you ask for permission to suck my cock?”

his authoritative tone has you soaking through your panties, your own slick coating your inner thighs. “n-no, sir.” zhongli is pleasantly surprised at how effortlessly you’ve stepped into your submissive role. “may i please suck your cock, mister zhongli?” you ask, making his member twitch in your hand.

he gives you a kind, crooked smile. “yes, of course, little one.”

his salty flavor has you clenching around nothing when you drag your tongue from the underside of his cockhead to his slit. you give it a little kiss before swirling your wet muscle around it. “mmm~ you taste so good, mister zhongli…want more.”

“such a greedy slut,” he rasps with a crooked grin. “tell you what - i’ll give you a mouthful of my flavor, but you have to earn it.” he runs his fingers through your hair. “suck my cock well enough and i’ll let you drink as much of my cum as you can handle.”

his words have you eagerly wrapping your lips tightly around him, slowly taking him all the way to the back of your throat to make yourself salivate more. pumping your fist along what you can’t fit in your mouth, pretty soon the room is filled with wet, sucking noises along with the occasional grunt and muffled gag.

with your hand still jerking him, you pull off him with a gasp.

“did i say you could stop?” he rasps, fingers tightening in your hair.

“no, sir.” you barely get the words out before you quickly suck him in again. never before have you enjoyed sucking a cock so much as zhongli’s.

as he watches you bob on him like a cock-hungry whore, zhongli takes off his waistcoat and begins to unbutton the tailored shirt you bought him a couple of weeks ago. he works it off until he’s naked from the waist up. it’s difficult to fully appreciate the sculpt of his perfect body from this angle, but you can make out his chiseled chest and mouth-watering abs, causing you to whimper on his length.

he pets your hair and praises you before resting both his hands on top of your head. he guides your pace slowly at first, working himself deeper, pressing into your throat as he rocks his hips until he’s fucking your mouth. you’re gagging on him, a string of spit and precum hanging from your chin.

“look at me while you’re sucking my dick, little one,” he says, voice still commanding but heavy with lust.

you obey, looking up at him while he admires the way your pretty lips stretch around his wide shaft, traces of your lipstick mixing with your saliva on his skin. it’s hard to see him through the tears that prick at your eyes, but your slick is dripping from your panties onto the floor below. as your fingernails dig slightly into the flesh of his toned thighs, you swear you could cum with his cockhead deep in your throat. 

the way your tears dot your eyelashes makes him suck air through his teeth. “nnfuck~ do you have any idea how pretty you look choking on my cock like this, little one?” zhongli’s hips are rocking steadily, his tight balls touching your chin with every thrust. “such a good fucking girl…are you ready for your reward?”

all you can do is moan, the vibration sending him over the edge. with his fingers tangled in your hair, he presses his patch of black hair against the tip of your nose. fighting to keep his eyes focused on you, zhongli groans loudly, releasing his orgasm down your raw, well-deserved throat.

he pulls out of your mouth, leaving you sputtering and gasping for air. but you’ve loved every second of it. even when he’s forceful, zhongli has a grace about him that’s difficult to describe. but you sense it, you know it when you’re with him like this. “th- *gasp* thank you, m-mister zhongli. thank you f- *cough* for your cum.”

“you did so well, little one,” he groans, tenderly rubbing his thumb over your tear-streaked cheek. collecting some stray semen from your chin, he pushes his thumb between your lips and you suck on it, moaning at the feeling of more of his creamy fluid coating your tongue. “you earned every drop, so don’t waste it.”

your willingness to please, your gratitude, your pliability…they all endear you to him. you may spend your money on him, but he slips into the role of your doting dominant just as seamlessly. he wants to take care of you. to dominate you and reduce you to a babbling mess underneath him, but he wants to care for you and make sure you know you’re safe even more so.

he helps you to your feet before backing you up against your desk. he picks you up, semi-hard cock bouncing with his movements, and sets your ass down on the documents you’d just finished when he came into your office.

“zh-zhongli, the paperwork-”

“my dear, the paperwork should be the least of your concerns right now, but if you must know,” he huffs, pulling your drenched panties down and off your legs, “those documents are as good as ruined…”

before you can protest he curls his hands behind your knees and yanks your ass to the edge of your desk, important forms dragging along beneath you, some fluttering to the floor. now you’re naked, save for your louboutins. zhongli clasps his hands around your ankles and lifts them in the air before bringing his lips to one of them and blazing a long, slow trail along the inside of your leg. 

“but don’t you worry…” he mutters between kisses to your skin, his lust-darkened eyes looking right into yours, “your work will be the last thing on your mind by the time i’m done with you.”

his words, his voice, his gaze…it’s all too much and you shudder under his touch, breathing his name. your hands find his dark brown hair, the long ponytail hanging over his shoulder and tickling your electrified skin as he sucks a bruise into your inner thigh.

zhongli’s hands glide down the length of your legs, spreading them to expose your wet, swollen lips. “your pussy is stunning, my lady. even more beautiful than it smells.” he pushes your knees further back, his softened cock twitching back to life as he watches your folds open for him. he breathes you in, groaning at the pink tip of your hard bud peeking out from between your inner lips. “i’ve been dying to taste you…

“ohhh~” you keen, back arching when you feel the heat of his breath on your neglected sex. “mister zhongli…please~”

“please what?” he grumbles, dark amber eyes peering up at you from between your legs.

“p-please…” you plead, voice meek and submissive, “please lick me…”

without taking his eyes off you, he sticks his tongue out and licks a slow, wide strip over your puffy lips. your hips jolt at the tender sensualilty of his warm, silky muscle touching you where you need him most.

“your flavor…” he moans quietly, “delectable.” he teases his tongue around your hard pearl, swiping slowly between your inner labia to taste more of you. “sweeter and more intoxicating than any wine i’ve had the pleasure of rolling over my tongue…”

already you’re cooing for him and he can’t help but want to hear what other sounds he might be able to pull from you, never mind how much he’s dying to devour you. he swirls his tongue around your tiny, pink erection before wrapping his lips around it and sucking it in against his tongue. immediately your back arches off the desk as you gasp his name, shoving your sex deeper into his mouth. zhongli’s brows furrow as he sucks you in harder with a deep growl. his graceful hands are pushing on the backs of your thighs, pressing you further open to dip his tongue inside your tight hole.

“gahahhh~” you cry out, his nose nudging your throbbing clit as he fucks you with his wet muscle.

he lifts his face from your pussy, glistening with the mixture of your arousal and his spit. you open your eyes but before you can whine in protest, he kisses you, and you moan at the taste of your pussy on his tongue as he presses two expert fingers inside you. you cry into his mouth, the pad of his thumb massaging your clit.

he pulls away, a string of your juices and his saliva connecting your lips. “such a good girl for me,” zhongli pants, drunk on your pussy. he slips his naked shoulders under your thighs, his free hand pushing up over your tummy and ribs to cup your breast and gently squeeze your pebbled nipple. “i think it’s time for another reward, hm?” all you can muster is a pitiful whimper in response as his fingertips find your sweet spot. “but you have to promise to cum for me, little one,” he breathes.

“y-yes, sir…” you all but sing for him, “please, mister zhongli…promise…i promise i'll cum for you~”

a dark smile tugs at his lips as he lowers his mouth to your cunt, sucking your clit into his warm, wet mouth once again. his fingers work you over nicely, tugging vigorously against your g-spot as he rubs his flexed tongue over your hard, pink tip. your orgasm builds slowly, deep in your bones and outward intensely as your fingers curl in his hair and you buck your hips against his face.

“fuck, oh god~” you cry out, only for him to latch on tighter, determined to suck you all the way off and drink down every last drop of your orgasm.

his waiting mouth is filled with your essence as his blunt fingertips dig into the plush of your hips. he drinks you down as best he can as you gush for him, but a fair amount of your liquid escapes his mouth and drips lewdly from his chin. slowly he pulls away, sliding his fingers out of your still-clenching pussy. you’re still too drunk on your high to notice yet, but his cock is in his hand, hard and leaking again. 

“so good…” he drawls, standing and sliding his dark pink cockhead between your wet, slippery folds.

you flinch at the contact. you want it - more than anything - but you’re so sensitive and his swollen tip is driving you mad as it bounces over your poor little clit.

zhongli huffs, his cock momentarily catching on your hole before sliding between your pussy lips again. he knows how overstimmed you must be but he’s too needy to care about that right now. he’s wanted to slip his cock into you for far too long and now that his shaft is sliding between your slippery folds he can’t hold back any longer. 

how many nights and mornings has he thought of you while fucking his own hand until he soiled his sheets with his hot sticky semen? how many afternoons has he returned to his office after enjoying a kettle of tea with you, only to lock his door and pull his cock out of his trousers before jacking off while moaning your name under his breath. too many times he has tried to be quiet while biting his lower lip and whimpering quietly as he filled his own hand with his thick, white cum until it dripped between his fingers onto the wooden floor below.

he leans over you, one hand planted on your desk and the other still guiding his cock, massaging your swollen clit with his thick tip. 

“you’ve been so good to me,” he groans, lust-blown amber eyes looking down at you with fire in them. “you’ve given me everything i’ve wanted and more…” the underside of his hard shaft is gliding noisily between your folds.

“y-you deserve the whole world, zhongli,” you breathe, looking into his eyes. “i adore you…” his eyes soften at your proclamation. he stops moving his hips and kisses you, soft and tender, his tongue rolling slowly around yours before pulling away just enough to look at your beautiful face again, your eyes so full of desire and affection for him. “and i you. please-” he breathes, eyes narrowing and his hips moving again, slowly. “…let me take care of you.” both of your breaths hitch when his cockhead finally presses against your hole and stretches you open.

“nnhh~fuck, zhongli…so good~” you keen, your mouth falling open at the feeling of the soft pop of your pussy as it surrenders to his meaty tip pushing past it, deeper into your wet heat.

“ahh~” he gasps deeply, “y-you…” his head falls to your neck as he works himself in and out, a little deeper each time, “you feel -mmff- perfect~” your warm, soft walls welcome him, yield to him, sucking him in hard as you moan for him.

zhongli's cock is slick and glistening with your need. his hands hold your hips in place as he plunges into you harder, his fingertips dimpling your plush skin. your nose is buried in his hair, breathing in his masculine scent and his deep grunts as he flicks his tongue over your nipple while his naked hips clap against your ass. he rises, yanking your ass to the edge of the desk and holds you there with his hands over your thighs as he drives his length - hard and thick and wet - into your heat. your lover maintains eye contact with you as he puts your ankles on his shoulders, his hands around your hips to hold you in place when he begins thrusting harder.

fueled by your cries of pleasure, zhongli fucks you right. he takes care of you just like he said he would. you can feel the pressure of your everyday obligations lifting from your shoulders with every groan that falls from his lips, every slap of wet skin that fills the walls of your office, every whimper of his name and every growl of yours as he makes you forget that you ever needed to be in charge of anything. zhongli is in control now, pressing his lips to the inside of your ankle while those burning amber eyes stay trained on you. 

you trust him, beyond pleased to finally see this side of him. you had always suspected there was a latent dominant in him, but for him to finally take charge like this - of the situation, of you, of your body - you give it all over to him freely. and you’re rewarded deeply. so relaxed your tits are bouncing, your eyes fluttering and crossing as you feel another orgasm building deep within your core.

zhongli leans forward, holding your legs fast against his chest with one arm while anchoring himself with the other. the pad of his thumb is rubbing your clit, his lips are parted, eyes hooded, his moans mixing with yours as he fucks you so thoroughly and you cry out, “ohh…hnn…ZHONGLI~”, thighs trembling, cumming so hard you spray a little against his taut, sweaty belly, still flexing as he fucks you through your orgasm. 

“oh fuck, so beautiful…” he pants, eyes drawn to the space where your bodies meet, beads of your spend trickling down his abs. your cream coats the base of his cock, glistening in his dark brown patch of hair. he quickly lowers your legs, letting you wrap them around his waist, needing to feel him close as he ruts out the last of himself into you. 

you’re still mindlessly whispering his name against his cheek as his grunts turn into quiet whimpers and his moans become gasps. “nnfuck…get ready to take my cum, little one.” 

you’re fucked out beyond bliss but you manage to breathe out a “yesss…please give me your cum, mister zhongli. need you to fill me up with your hot seed…please, please, please~”

your words send him over the edge, hips plunging hard against you before stilling as his cock throbs inside you to spill the hot, sticky contents of his balls into your readied, welcoming cervix. his thrusts slow and jerk as he fills you completely. 

“want you to take all of me,” he confesses against your cheek, eyes closed and brow furrowed. his hips jerk against you, the last of his sperm spilling from his slit. “want you to have it all. you deserve it.” 

— BONUS ENDING (because i'm a dork and i love zhongli’s quirky sense of humor):

when he’s ready, zhongli pulls his wet, softening cock out and watches with deep satisfaction as his semen leaks from your still-clenching hole to form a thick, creamy puddle on your officially disheveled documents. he laughs under his breath. “looks like this one has my signature now as well.”

zhongli m.list

— please consider reblogging if you're 18+ and enjoyed this. i worked really hard on it. <3

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[sapphire-writes]

Sapphire of His Eye

pairing: Aemond x Velaryon(Strong)!Reader request: You and Aemond are more alike than you care to admit; both dragonless children, both witty scholars, both unnaturally drawn to each other. word count: 2.7k warnings: language, violence, suggestive language note: this was requested by my lovely drama/angst anon! I hope you enjoy 💎 you can find more of my work here

Everyone else had one.

Not you. You spent hours upon hours laying in front of the fire, watching the flames lick at the purple egg that resided in the fireplace of your chambers. 

Hatch, you would pray to the old gods and new, hatch and I shall join the Faith. Hatch and I shall believe. 

But the gods are infinitely cruel. 

“We picked an egg for the baby,” Jace tells your mother, and you cannot help the pout that forms, nor the quivering of your lip as you look down at your new sibling.

Perhaps his egg shall not hatch either.

Shame twists within your gut at the hope you cling to. 

“My love,” your mother says, sensing your distress. 

You walk to her side, and she takes your hand in hers, placing a kiss atop your knuckles. 

“I have something for you,” she says, wincing from the aftermath of her recent labors. 

Rhaenyra motions to Laenor who comes to your side, kneeling. 

“Do you know what the most precious gemstone is said to be?” Laenor tells you, reaching within his pockets. 

You shake your head, lower lip wobbling as your father places two nuggets of sapphire into your small palms. Ser Harwin watches, smiling gently at you as he rocks the babe in his arms. 

“Sapphires have long represented the ending of wars, the peace between enemies, the revealing of secrets. There is magic in these gemstones,” Laenor tells you as you turn the smooth gems in your hand. 

“Though I believe their most precious quality is that they reflect the color of the sea you so enjoy,” he continues, watching your face closely.

You hold the gems carefully in your hand, as though they may break. 

“They are lovely,” you whisper and your father smiles, pleased with your reaction. 

You cannot help the twisting and turning of disappointment in your gut. You had hoped for another egg, selfishly. Perhaps one that would hatch. 

Laenor notices your disappointment, he takes your hands in his.

“You have both fire and salt in your veins,” he tells you, “mastery of one does not mean you lack the other. You are a Velaryon after all.”

Liar, the whispers of court would say, sweet little liar whose dark hair and midnight gaze is not of the skies or the sea. Though your mother would scold you for thinking such things. Your eyes are blurry with tears and you blink, letting them stream down your face. Laenor wipes them from your soft cheeks. 

“Come now, do not fret,” Ser Harwin says joining you, still rocking the new babe in his arms. 

“Might I be excused?” you ask, not bringing yourself to meet the eyes of the adults who watch you. 

Rhaenyra meets Harwin’s gaze as Laenor squeezes your tiny hand in his.

“Of course, my love,” he tells you, and you flee from the room. 

~

“Why do you cry, Princess?” Aemond asks, his voice small as he comes to sit beside you on the steps.

Your uncle has found your hiding place, heard your cries as he left his mother’s chambers, drying his own tears. 

“I have nothing to my name,” you sob, hiccuping, “no dragon, nothing.”

“You are of vital importance to your family,” Aemond insists, “your hand shall be needed when you reach maidenhood.”

You wipe the tears from your cheeks and use your sleeve to wipe your nose. Aemond’s expression  silently scolds you; he tugs at the fabric of your dress and offers a handkerchief instead, You take it from him.

“As for your dragon,” he says, pursing his lips, “I do not have one either.”

It was a familiar ache he felt, as though he was missing a limb.

Dark, watery eyes stare up at him. You open your fist, presenting the sapphires your father gifted you. Aemond cracks a small smile.

“They are beautiful, princess.”

“Take one.”

Aemond looks at you. 

“Father says they look like the sea,” you tell him as he selects a gem from the pair, turning it over in his hand.

“I read a story once, about dragons,” Aemond says softly. You press your head against his shoulder, leaning into him.

“Tell me, please Uncle,” you ask.

“That in Old Valyria, dragons used to guard gemstones such as these,” Aemond tells you.

“Perhaps we are dragons,” you tell him, “and we shall guard them.”

“I shall not soon forget this kindness, niece,” he tells you, dropping formality. You smile, rolling the smooth gem in your hand. 

~

King’s Landing becomes a distant memory after that day. After the death of your aunt Laena. After the death of your father. After Aemond. Your memories of Driftmark as bathed in familial blood, and no matter how many times you try and cleanse yourself of the horrors of those walls, Aemond’s screams seem to follow. Jace and Luke can escape into the skies, they can fly until their ears pop and the only sound surrounding them is the howling of the wind.

You are landlocked. You are trapped. 

They say Harrenhal is haunted, that tragedy and ghosts roam the halls of the monstrous fortress. You wonder if High Tide shares the same fate. 

As you grow into womanhood you find solace in books, studying your craft, and becoming quite the young diplomat. Your stepfather Daemon beams with pride at your skilled High Valyrian, at your mastery of the histories of your people. 

Fate brings you back. The gods weave intricate strings.

“Nephews,” Aemond drolls, violet eye landing on you, “Niece. Come to train?”

His gaze is icy as his lavender eye quickly takes you in. 

“My brothers are needed elsewhere, Uncle,” you answer, taking Jace’s arm.

“How convenient,” Aemond says, smirking toward the ground.

“I beg your pardon?” you ask, surprised at him. 

“It is rather convenient, that when their opponent is armed they choose to avoid conflict,” Aemond says, eye honing in on Lucerys. Your brother turns red with shame, casting his gaze on the floor. 

“Shall I pick up a sword to satisfy you, Uncle?” you ask. 

A smile tugs at the corner of Aemond’s mouth, despite trying to stop it. 

“Would you even know what to do with it?” he asks, and you flush with anger. 

“Let us take our leave,” Luke begs, tugging at your arm as if he were Joffrey, “come, sister, please.”

“I shall have you know I am much practiced with the blade,” you tell Aemond, tugging free of Luke’s grip.

“Princess, I must insist you are escorted inside,” Ser Criston tells you, stepping between you and Aemond. 

You can feel the necklace you were heavy against your sternum, hidden under your dress. The sapphire presses against your flesh, but it now feels hot as though it is branding you. You have worn it continuously as you grew into maidenhood and had it fashioned into a necklace. As a child you held it in your skirt pockets, the weight seeming to ground you. Your hand flinches touching the chain that peeks through. Aemond’s eye travels to it, searching lower but finding nothing. 

He knows. He knows you kept it, knows you wear it still. Aemond is smiling, eye narrowing. 

You wonder what became of his sapphire, the twin of your own. 

You’re still wondering as Jace and Luke lead you inside, it takes both of them nearly carrying you for you to leave the training yard. 

“I shall not let him speak to Lucerys that way,” you tell your mother later that night. 

You know she has been crying as she returned from visiting your grandsire’s bedside. Rhaenrya attempts to hide her tears to no avail. It is easier now as she combs your dark hair, seated behind you. 

“You must pay him no mind, my sweet love,” she tells you, “let him talk, it is all he can do.”

You remain silent a moment longer, letting yourself get lost in the feeling of your mother brushing your hair. Your eyes prickle with tears at the thought of leaving her. But a match has been made, an alliance secured. The heir of Sunspear awaits your presence. A marvelous feat that you have secured. 

This does not satisfy you. You spend the night tossing and turning. The following day is no better as you stare him down across the throne room. Even when Vaemond Velaryon’s skull splits like an egg, your gaze remains on Aemond. You do not flinch as Daemon cleans his sword, and Aemond smiles at your composure, as though he is proud of your bloodlust. 

“Rather unlike the behavior suiting a princess,” Aemond calls to you, finding you in the gardens.

“I did not realize you attended the same lessons as me, uncle,” you tell him, pretending to be confused.

Aemond clicks his tongue, humming softly to himself.

“I was sent to inform you of tonight’s festivities,” he tells you.

“I shall be gone by then,” you tell him.

“Whatever do you mean?”

You turn to him, again feeling the urge to touch the sapphire pendant that rests against your sternum. It burns against your flesh, seemingly trying to meld its way toward your heart. 

“I am to journey to Dorne,” you inform him, “it tis a rather long journey I am told.”

“Why ever do you want to journey there?” Aemond inquires, nose wrinkling with his distaste. 

“It is wise to meet my betrothed before the wedding.”

Aemond freezes, looking at you. 

“I did not realize you were matched.”

“It was rather recent,�� you tell him, “though I am surprised he agreed.”

“A Dornish prince and a dragon princess,” Aemond muses, “a match for the songs I am sure.”

You detect a hint of bitterness in his voice but decided to not call him on it. 

“I suppose,” you tell him, “though I am hardly a true Targaryen, I am dragonless after all.”

“Do not say that,” Aemond insists, “it is you who deserved a dragon, rather than those brutish str-”

“Not another word, Uncle,” you snap, “what you say about them you say about me.”

You stare at him, feel his violet gaze roam over your dark hair and dark eyes. Liar liar liar. 

Aemond purses his lips tightly.

“Forgive me,” he says, surprising you, “I only meant-”

“I know what you meant,” you tell him.

“Do you truly wish to marry this Dornishman?” he asks.

“I was supposed to marry Aegon if you recall,” you tell him.

Aemond did. He recalled it very well. It was your mother’s attempt at smoothing things over between the blacks and the greens, though Queen Alicent did not agree.

She shall be mine then, Aemond had thought. A foolish wish. A childish dream.

“I shall take my leave,” you tell him, “it was good to see you, Uncle.”

“You as well, niece,” Aemond says, watching you depart. A sour taste fills his mouth as the last of your skirts disappear. 

~

The journey is terrible. The seas are rough as though the gods themselves are displeased with the arrangement between you and the Prince of Dorne. 

Even being a child of Driftmark your stomach churns as the waves continue to toss the boat. It has been several days at sea and the water has become so choppy this afternoon that you are unable to even write to distract yourself. Your inkpot clatters to the wood of the desk below, shattering and leaving botches of ink everywhere. 

You curse, trying to clean everything when the boat jolts sending you flying backward. You slam into the wall of the ship, stars filling your eyes at the impact of your skull against the wood. You groan in pain. 

“Princess!” a knight calls, rushing down to your aid. 

“Have we arrived?” you ask, feeling as though you may heave up the little food you managed to get down that morning. 

“No princess,” the knight says, visibility is shaken, “it..you had better join me.”

He leads you to above deck and you blink as the sunlight nearly blinds you. The sound of gulls fills your ears, and the smell of salt and a gentle mist of seawater bathes over you. The air is warm, much warmer than you are used to. The sun is suddenly blocked from your vision and you look up.

Vhagar. 

The massive queen of dragons has stopped the ship, pushing it into a small isle made up of sand and palm trees. Stranded. The knight beside you shakes as you look around. The crew is gone, the only remainder is charred wood, and splatters of blood. Vhagar roars, and you can see her teeth are stained with crimson. Tendrils of black smoke curl toward the sky. 

Your uncle lowers himself from her back, drops onto the deck of the ship, walking over to you, a smirk on his face. 

“What have you done?” you hiss.

“Please, my prince,” the knight beside you trembles, “please I have done what you asked.”

“And now I have no use for you,” Aemond says, and Vhagar roars once more.

The knight attempts to escape, fleeing away from you and off the side of the boat. He barely makes it on the sand when Vhagar greedily snatches him up, swallowing him whole.

“How dare you!” you cry, rushing toward your uncle, beating your fists upon his chest.

Aemond grabs your wrists, holding you still. He bites his lip as you struggle to free yourself from his iron grip. The wind tears through your hair, causing your eyes to water. 

“Do not fight me, niece,” Aemond warns, “I have news.”

“You have killed my crew,” you snarl, “my mother’s people.”

“Traitors to the realm,” he tells you.

“What the seven hells are you talking about?”

“The king Viserys is dead,” Aemond tells you, “Aegon has been crowned king.”

Your blood runs cold, and you clench your fingers into your palms so hard they nearly go numb.

“Aegon?” you snarl, “my mother should be queen.”

Aemond smiles at you once more.

“How dare you,” you yell once more, eyes narrowing, pulling away from him, “traitors!”

His grip is unyielding, in fact, he pulls you closer. The feeling of him pressed against you sends a delicious thrill through you which you shake your head trying to rid yourself of. This is your enemy, your captor no doubt. 

“You are mine now, princess,” he snarls, “as my prisoner or as my wife, you decide.”

You inhale a sharp breath. 

“I am betrothed.”

“I shall have Vhagar slay him too if it pleases you.”

You glare at him, baring your teeth.

“You do not desire me as a wife,” you snap.

“Shall you be my prisoner then?” he murmurs, releasing one of your wrists and grabbing at the skirts around your bottom, pulling you flush against him.

You let out a whine, feeling him growing hard against you and your eyes widen. 

“You shall warm my bed regardless,” he purrs, smiling down at you.

“You would force yourself on me?” you growl, anger and fear blurring your vision.

Aemond merely chuckles at your vile implication. How little you know of the man he is now, the man he has grown into. Aemond would never. 

“No, sweet niece,” he assures you, “you will find yourself willingly in my bed.”

“You are beastly,” you tell him, slapping his face so hard that his eyepatch is thrown from his face. 

You gasp, seeing the bright blue sapphire that rests in his empty socket. His face contorts into a snarl. 

“You see?” he murmurs, “all this time, I have desired you.”

He brings a hand to your necklace, tugging at the chain. You struggle, but the sapphire is revealed all the same. Aemond’s eyes light up, as he turns it between his fingers. 

“I knew it,” he murmurs.

“That means nothing,” you hiss, still squirming in his arms. 

“It means everything.” 

“You think I would betray my mother?” you ask, incredulously.

“I think you would like to ride a dragon,” he tells you.

“I have ridden before,” you tell him, thinking back on your memories of riding Syrax with your mother.

Aemond smirks lazily.

“I was talking about me,” he croons, holding tight as you squirm once more.

“You speak so crudely Uncle,” you accuse, “such horrible things you say.”

“Yet they are true all the same,” he tells you, “yet you want me still.”

“No,” you hiss through your teeth. 

Liar liar liar.

“Tell me the truth of it.”

“No.”

“That is fine, princess,” Aemond says, keeping you pinned to his side, “we have a long journey back to King’s Landing.”

Aemond tugs you towards Vhagar, your feet nearly dragging across the deck. 

“Take all the time you need.”

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[crayfurbs]

Bejewled furby resurfaces - June 2023

Hello everyone! I have been on a slight hiatus due to a myriad of personal reasons, I am back for a short post with some interesting news

a GENUINE Bejeweled furby has surfaced! 

Foreword: 

This bejeweled furby is in my opinion the only one to exist, as with much other furby information numbers of units produced is a shaky 25 year-old game of telephone. But having researched archived Tiger and FAO sites, it appears all promotional images are the same snowball furby (Notably with green eyes) and we haven’t really seen any different versions, For the information in this post I consulted several archived websites on archive.org along with the new listing 

Background info: 

The following description is transcribed from the original FAO Schwarz listing for the bejeweled furby. 

“Created by designer Sidney Mobell. The world's most exciting tay is now the world's

most precious. bedecked with 156 gleaming and glittering genuine gemstones Lovable Furby comes adorned with a tiara necklace. and earrings crafted in platinum and 18k gold and containing 63 full cut diamonds (3.7 ctw) 44 rubies (4.5 ctw) blue sapphires (5 3 ctw) and emeralds (1.O ctw). AIl 3 pieces are removable So you can wear them too!

A portion of the proceeds will benefit the word class hasbro children's hospital–”

The listing + info

So here is the description of the listing, the starting bid is 1,200.

(ill add it in later once the auction ends)

Now for those of you at home, you may be thinking... a $100,000 furby with an auction cap of $2,000. somthing must be fishy right?

but on paper... the bejweled furby isnt worth that much, and Ill explain.

For those of you who are not jewelers (I have only taken intro classes myself) this furby may appear to be absolutely studded in expensive gems… but in reality the true value is being obscured by the cwt, or Carat Total Weight, this value is in reference to the TOTAL cumulative weight of the gemstones. So for example, the 63 diamonds CWT is 3.7, so each diamond is only 0.06 ct. so in reality the QUALITY of the dimaonds used is very low, for comparison you can purchase 25 loose diamonds of the same color, carat and clarity for around $50

So after a very novice rough calculation the total value of all the metals and gemstones here dont seem to total over $800. This is why I think the piece was designed to be a symbolic representation to the person who donated the $100,000 to the hospital, rather than a truly $100,000 furby which is why the capped value of the auction is $2,000

Conclusion + opinions

I still think this is an absolute amazing piece of furby history, one that I admittedly was not to familiar with, but was aware of in my deep dives into the furby archived sites, I think that the resurfacing of this piece is a ode to the furby community, and the fact that we are STILL actively learning about undiscovered information relating to Furbys a quarter of a century later! This toy line was only produced for just under 3 years but has provided a trove of information that's out there just waiting to be discovered! 

And with that, ciao

-Cray 

#furby1998 #furbyfandom #furbycommunity #safefurby #furbylove #90s nostalgia #kidcore

[pwlanier]

Large and Rare Non-nacreous Melo Pearls, Melo melo volutidae, Saltwaters near Vietnam.

Weighing approximately 25.50 carats to 36.29 carats. One polished.

Relatively unknown in the West, even George Kunz's compendium of 1908, The Book of The Pearl, had no references to the rare orange pearl offered here. So few have been found, it is no wonder. The Melo melo is the marine snail that produces orange pearls the color of a ripe papaya. The snail generates a pearl-like substance to enclose foreign bodies, or irritants, entering its shell. Both orange and pink pearls (from the conch, Strombus gigas) are "non-nacreous", meaning they do not have a layer of calcium carbonate on their outer surface as white pearls do. Instead, they display a fiery, porcelain-like surface, giving them a unique beauty not possessed by other varieties of pearls. A relative of the conch, the Melo melo volutidae is also a gastropod. It is found in the waters of picturesque Halong Bay (meaning Bay of Dragons), along the northern coast of Vietnam.

Several thousand Melo volutes would have to be harvested for a single pearl to be found, particularly a fine quality pearl of any significant size. As the Melo volute is found in such deep waters almost 15 hours from the shoreline, although edible, it was not typically fished for food.

The Vietnamese Emperors valued the pearl highly and sent ships to search for the Melo shell. In the Pacific, the shell is regarded a sacred object by Buddhists, appearing in much religious imagery. The pearl was an expression of perfection in Buddhist thought as it requires no enhancement or alteration by man when it emerges from its shell, unlike gemstones which require faceting by man to reveal their beauty. The Chinese, Japanese and the Vietnamese all believed that pearls were created in heaven from droplets that fell from the Dragon in the sky. These droplets descended from heaven into open shells in the water. Moonbeams nourished the dragon droplets and these grew into pearls. It is no wonder that the Melo pearl has held a fascination in the East for centuries (Zucker, 1999).

The pearl was one of the eight precious emblems of the Buddha. As a sacred object, these pearls were never drilled or strung as beads. Instead they were used as objects of devotion. The "fiery pearl"— a pearl with a flaming tail and the Dragon are both ubiquitous in Vietnamese decorative arts, found in ceramics, textiles and painting. The Dragon, symbolizing the Emperor, is seen pursuing the pearl. The Emperors surrounded themselves with dragon and "flaming pearl" motifs in their art and even on their Imperial robes. One can now surmise that this was not just a metaphor but an illustration of the wonderful flame-like structure within the porcelain surface of the Melo pearl

The present example is an undrillled, non-nacreous, spherical pearl: its vivid orange color, porcelain finish and excellent luster—as well as its large size—make this one of the world's rarest gems.

Courtesy Alain Truong

#pearl #natural history #gem #oysters

[muffinsin]

Age regre fix with Dani soon 👀?

Or not your choice at the end lol , I just wanted to ask if you will write it or not 😊

I didn’t think people would enjoy it this much! :) Let’s get into it!🙌🙌

I feel like my sleep deprived ass fucked this up-

Bela’s part: here

Cassandra’s part: here

Masterlists

Daniela has always been eager to explore and learn about more, and more, and more things

Generally, she’s very knowledgeable. Perhaps not in the way Bela is, the way she yearns to be, but in a different, unique way

Daniela knows a few things about many things

She has heard of a lot, and likes to pick up small things about nearly everything she comes across

She picks up on information fast throughout her days, though usually unintentionally

A remarkable quality about herself, is that she is quite self aware, even as she is delusional at times

She’s perceptive, and smart. She knows herself well. Her urges and wants, her feelings and emotions

She has herself figured out, so to speak

However, there is something the young Dimitrescu has not the slightest clue about: Why she feels such odd things around you

Such…maternal feelings and urges

And those feelings are hardly any news. They’ve existed from the moment she’s seen you, back in the forest when she saved your life

She still remembers the day, still feels the cold bruise her skin occasionally, and the snow swallow her ankle as she stepped through it on the way back home that day

And she still remembers hearing this faint, terrified cry in the distance. The desperation and helplessness in it

And even as she was shivering and shaking from the cold, she ran to the direction of the noise to investigate

Your wide, scared eyes were finding her immediately. You were just as cold as her, and just as scared, and she picked up on it in an instant

She picked you up and held your tiny, cold body close to her tall one, and she carried you home with her while you wrapped your arms around her and clung to her

And as such she saved you, in an instant. She couldn’t even understand why, in that moment

In time, this answer came, though

You’re precious and unique, unlike anyone she has ever met before

You understand her, and you make her smile. You’re lasting

You’re her sunshine, her little angel

In time, she develops feelings for you, and you for her

A relationship blooms between you, one both of you love and treasure, tend for and pride yourselves with

She’s so happy to have you, and you are over the moons to have her

And yet…Daniela can’t shake off this maternal need to care for you

She wants to make sure you’re alright, safe and happy at all times. She wants to be the reason for it

She wants to look after you, all day long if she could, a few of her little flies sticking to your side to look out for you

Often, she reminds you to eat and drink by bringing you food or delivering little notes, reminders, with her flies

She’s incredibly caring and passionate

Each time you see her, she lights up your day. Each time you feel down, she’s there to comfort you

And really, no body and nothing can bring you quite as much comfort as Daniela

She’s your home

All these things are not new. Ever since she has rescued you, she’s been this loving, this caring and this maternal

However, recently she finds herself lingering on quite unusual thoughts

She thinks of gathering you in her arms, your smaller body pressed against hers, your little hand in her larger, petite one

She dreams of stroking your hair and tapping your nose, to hear your precious giggles and laughter, to see nothing but happiness, love and comfort in your beautiful eyes

Daniela often catches herself of one imagine in particular, however:

Your smaller frame laid comfortably across her lap, tucked into a blanket with only your head poking out

Sometimes, the image shifts and you suckle peacefully on a pacifier, a dark green like the one of her gemstone, with a small ring for her to loop her finger in

She thinks of reading to you in such a time, her arm protectively around you, your small body snuggled against her

Of your small fingers holding onto her, of her larger, gentle one stroking along your soft cheek

At other times, the image warps to something else. Something she is even more confused about

Sometimes, Daniela finds herself going about her day normally- reading, eating, chasing some poor soul or basking in the sun- when she feels this overwhelming need to take care of you, completely

She understands early on; she wants you to be her baby

She wants to hold you as you suckle at her chest for milk, to kiss your forehead, to play with you and cuddle you and take care of you

As such, she has taken it upon herself to start consuming nutrients and supplements from the duke, meant to help her body produce milk

She isn’t sure why, really. It feels like an urge, a need, to be able to supply you with this despite not having brought it up at all

What’s the harm in it, she figures? It just feels so…right

As she waits, Daniela confides in her eldest sister. She feels so confused in these feelings, and practically begs Bela to tell her what’s going on with her

After all, in her experience, her older sister always knows the answer to any of her questions

It seems, this is no different. It only takes them a couple of hours of research before Daniela is presented with a book bearing the title and term of what she has been aching to try: age regression

After a short amount of time already, she feels milk leak from her oftentimes during the day. It feels so right, so natural and wonderful

Somehow, she has been able to keep it hidden from you. She’s a little embarrassed about her rash acting. To have her nipples leak milk before she’s even managed to ask you what you think of the idea of nursing and age regression

She is reluctant to tell you all of this, naturally

In a way, she’s hoping it might come up naturally. She has no idea how to bring it up, and doubts her normally so bold nature is helpful. She doesn’t just want to blurt it out

At first, she doesn’t know how to bring it up. She doesn’t even know why she has such feelings to begin with

She’s always just been this maternal around you, yet as time passes, she begins to understand why

She begins to notice the innocent giggles, the little hands holding onto her when you’re nervous

The precious smile when she picks you up easily, or the small pout on your lips when you must leave for work and can’t stay cuddled up in bed with her

Yet recently, this precious smile has become somewhat of a rare sight

You’re stressed out more and more each day, and she feels almost helpless as she watches

She knows, she shouldn’t just take your duties from you

To stop you from working simply because you are hers, and you shouldn’t have to work anyway

Ah, but she yearns to. She sees how stressed you are from the many sudden meetings. Often, she joins you in them to help you manage them

Still, even Daniela is not oblivious to how her mere presence has everybody else in the room tense up. She doesn’t want you to become an outsider and get into trouble with the staff for her

In the next few days, however, you find yourself more and more stressed with each day, and Daniela’s urge to take care of you and protect you from it all grows with every little hour

Eventually, she snaps

She’s just picking out new books from the library when you come barging in, thick tears falling down your soft cheeks

Immediately, you’re pulled close to her. She feels your warm breath against her chest, your head rested upon it and your arms wrapped around her

She pulls you close, then gently tips up your head to face her

“What’s going on, my little love?”, she coos. Her heart breaks at your little sobs as you attempt to choke out words

She shushes you gently, her hands reaching down and lifting you up into her arms

Your legs wrap around her immediately and you cling to her like a koala the second she pulls you close to her

“My poor little baby”, she coos, her head resting against yours

You watch her through teary eyes as she carries you to a secluded, attached chamber at the end of the library, filled with her favourite books and blankets, pillows and unlit candles

She sits down with you on top of her lap, and immediately you feel her work on wrapping blankets around you lovingly

She’s so careful and gentle with you, so meticulous and caring

Daniela allows you to cry it all out, yet her eyes widen when your little, heartbreaking sobs cause a new, surprising effect within her

She feels milk drip from her nipples, seemingly automatically in response to your cries

Foolishly, she thinks she can keep this hidden from you. Of course, though, you take notice of the stains darkening the front of her dress and the wetness now nearly pressing against your cheek

She’s blushing bright pink as you look up at her, adorably confused, yet at least too surprised to keep crying

She sees your eyes, teary, but wide as they look up at her. You seem so small in this moment, in such need of her to take care of you

And she has barely any control left at all

“Hey baby?”, she coos, her fingertip moving under your chin to have you face her again. It seems, with your crying having stopped, so has the milk dripping from her chest

You hum, your hands already finding hers and your fingers playing with hers. She smiles at this, as well as at the look on your face. You look so innocent, so cute

It seems, too, that her chest has effectively distracted you from what horrible day you must’ve had

Instead, you’re cuddled up close to her, your fingers playing with hers and the fabric of her black dress

“Have you heard of age regression, by any chance?”, she coos, and for a moment, there is no response

Then, you shrug as you avoid her eyes. She raises her eyebrow, but doesn’t question it

Again, Daniela pulls you closer until you’re sat properly on her lap

“I came across it a little bit ago, it intrigued me”, she adds, a small smile creeping to her face when she notices you smile against her, then hide your face in your neck

Are you familiar with the topic? She can’t be too sure

“What did you think f it?”, you whisper, your voice quiet against her throat. She shivers automatically at the tickling sensation of your breath hitting her neck

“I thought we could maybe try it out, baby?”, she asks. Before you can answer, she adds: “You’ve been so distressed lately, my love. I want to help you. And I’ve just been feeling these…urges, to take care of you like that..”, she admits quietly, her fingers playing with your hair and comforting you further

You hum quietly, but she feels you smile against her neck

Then, she gasps when you reach out to poke the top of her right breast with the tip of your index finger. She feels milk drip from her again, her face flushing at the foreign feeling

“Is that why you’re making milk?”, you ask, your head turned to see the dark spot in her dress grow a little more

She giggles at your adorable question, but nods affirmatively. “Yes, my little angel”, she coos back

Your eyes widen a little at the name, and she smiles when it has you cuddle against her some more

She has her arms around you tightly, her hand in your hair and her lips pressed to the top of your head

You’ve never felt safer

She’s warm, and loving. The purring of her flies makes your eyes feel heavy and seems to almost lull you to sleep

Tiredly, you rub your cheek against her chest

“hungry..”, she hears you whisper, and she blinks in surprise. She didn’t think you’d be open to trying out nursing this soon!

Still, she all too eagerly uses her flies to close the door to the chamber, then pulls down her dress enough to reveal her large chest and sore, leaking nipples

Daniela gasps when you seem to immediately latch on. Your lips wrap around the right one and your eyes close as you grow more content

She’s warm and humming for you, and the milk is warm and delicious

A few tears escape her bright, golden eyes as she watches you. Her precious, little angel, drinking from her contentedly

She strokes your cheek like she has often yearned to do, and coos when your hand reaches up to gasp two of her fingers

Additionally, she makes a mental note to give you a break from working for a little bit

She wants to explore this new side of your relationship, first

As you suckle, Daniela gently wipes away some of the milk that has run down your your chin, her smile bright when you, with great difficulty, open your eyes enough to find hers

She leans down to press a loving kiss to your nose, and giggles at your sleepy smile around her breast

“Sleep, my little angel. Mommy will wait for you, my dove”, she promises

And with the purrs and warmth surrounding you, your mommy’s arms holding you securely and her milk settling in and soothing your stomach, you feel your eyes slip shut again

Daniela hums gently, her favourite little tune that is turned into a lullaby for you

Never has she felt as protective of you as in this moment. You’re her everything, her entire world

And Daniela will always take care of you

#daniela dimitrescu #resident evil village #cassandra dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu

[script-a-world]

Submitted via Google Form:

Maybe this question is more on me but my brain seems overwhelmed with possibilities and contradictive ideas I can't seem to sort out. Though, my main goal right now is to create the world - actual plot/story can come later. So the key to my world building is the idea of having diamond rains on ice planets being important to the world. So here comes ideas about whoever can get there and farm them for the universe is rich and powerful. But this seems to make it like not many can go there since if space travel is easy for many, would it truly be a monopoly? It would sound more like the world wouldn't be very peaceful with such a precious resources in one hand. Another idea is that the majority of worlds do not have space travel and those that do generally don't care about uniting the whole universe but travellers exist and its diamonds get around. And all ideas in between.

Addy: So first, diamonds are actually very plentiful, even on Earth. They're expensive due to a variety of reasons that I think other folks can cover better. Also, gems can be grown in labs, so the price of various gemstones is going down IRL.

I think this can be expanded to a more general question of "space is big, how do limited resources stay limited?"

Like say you've got some dilithium equivalent, something that's important for making spaceships or for fuel or for whatever. How do those resources stay scarce?

Generally, that's by

1) the resource doesn't occur on all planets or in all systems

2) the resource can be difficult to process or procure, or perhaps requires safety equipment or training for proper handling. Dangerous substances can still be very valuable and useful, even if they're also expensive to process/handle/make less volatile. So there is a limited pool of people with the capabilities to process/use/extract this material/resource -- even if the material itself is plentiful, you're still limited by your ability to process it

3) the material is common in low-quality forms, but is rare in high-quality forms. Higher-quality forms require less processing, which drives up value (see #1 and #2)

4) hidden locations. Space is big! Even on Earth, people didn't know where the cinnamon sellers got their cinnamon from for... a very long time. You hide the source of the substance from the buyer, limiting their ability to cut through the middleman. It is a lack of knowledge about where to find the resource. The resource could be plentiful, it could be scarce (see #1), but where it comes from is a trade secret.

5) processing the material requires another, more rare material. Material 1 is cheap, material 2 is expensive. *jazz hands* supply lines!

6) Processing the material is expensive. That's it, that's the only limit. Where it comes from is known, how to get it is known, how to process it is generally known (like making cake vs making Grandma's cake, there might be some tweaks between groups, but the general process is known), but it's just really really expensive and capital-intensive to process. If you don't have the necessary materials & equipment, you just don't have the physical capability. This can also get into travel costs, as just getting somewhere can also be expensive. Think of taking a plane between major airports vs booking a private flight to take you to a specific island where there's no runway.

Some combination of these.

So why do people want [resource]? And what's stopping people from starting a gold rush on it?

#google submitted #planets #resources

[printabledesignrf]

Cute gemstones bird clip art

#artists on tumblr #digital art #digital painting #my art #digital artist #my clip art #my illustration #my painting #ai artwork #funny ai #gemstone #gemstones #gemstones bird #precious #precious bird #jewelpet #Jewel bird #ai fun #ai art generator #ai art gallery #ai image #aiartcommunity #ai artist #ai art #ai generated

[ltwilliammowett]

Scam on sailors

When a ship came into a port after a long period of absence, many sailors and officers were not always allowed to go ashore. The sailors in particular always had to keep an eye out for deserters, and the inhabitants of the port did, because there was a bounty on deserters and if they didn't run away voluntarily, well, then they helped them along a bit and pretended they wanted to run away. That's why many people didn't want to go ashore voluntarily. So it was handy when the bumboats came with numerous willing ladies of the pleasure trade and with them came the flying traders known as Jews.

The bumboat women selling souvenirs, 1892 (x)

This name is meant in a very anti-Semitic and derogatory way. These traders did not sell high quality goods, but since good Christian traders would not do so, they were called Jews, because only they would fool and cheat others. However, most people did not care that these were local people, most of whom did not belong to the Jewish faith, and this distinction, dating back to the Middle Ages, was carried into the 20th century.

These traders sold all kinds of things, one of them specialising in gold watches, rings with shining gemstones, telescopes and seals, and the other selling clothes like striped trousers, shoe buckles, but also foodstuffs like rum and sugar and so on - in short, like those traders you meet on holiday who sell you the latest junk at much inflated prices. And that's exactly how it was here, the things were usually broken after a few days and could no longer be repaired, and the precious pieces of jewellery were cheap imitations made of brass and glass. and the food was never, ever real. The rum was just sweetened water and the sugar was often just san and the trousers thin as paper. 

In order to control these scoundrels, the officers only allowed them on board under certain conditions or sometimes not at all, and if they were allowed then only occasionally. Then they had to go to the quarterdeck and set up what they wanted to sell, and the officers removed the obvious trash. Attempts at smuggling were also prevented and the boys were not even allowed to buy. Despite this, the traders still made a profit, even though they were always caught and there were soon heated discussions between the sailor concerned, the Master at Arms, a lieutenant and the trader.

Most sailors knew they were being cheated and tried to avoid them, but those who had no other choice - because they might have lost the deal with the pruser or because they didn't know any better - fell for the scoundrels.

In the course of the 19th century, the bumboat ladies increasingly took over this business and tried to sell souveniers and crews.

#naval history #flying traders #bumboats #age of sail #17th-19th century #tw: antisemitism

[avegemstones]

#Oval Cabochon #Flatback #Tiny High Quality Polished For Jewelry #Semi Precious Stone #Calibrated Smooth #Wholesale Supplier #All Sizes Avail #Stone Name: Red Onyx (Natural) #Shape: Oval Shape #Stone Cut: Cabochon (Flat Back) #Stone Size: Choose By Variation #Use: Jewelry Making #Origin - India #Link on my bio to purchase #gemstones #gems #jewelry #giftforchristmas #christmas #newyear #usa #festival #newyeargift #silverjewelry #uk #gemstonesjewelry #switzerland #southkorea #thailand #london

[inflatableaquarium]

"TREASURE TO THE GODDESS"

It's just... A whole pile of gold coins, festooned with pearl necklaces and chunky rings with precious gemstones and silver, crowns, ornate hand-mirrors, all kinds of goodies and geegaws.

And on top of the pile, sprawled like he's ready to be painted like one of it's french girls, is Spades Slick, the diminutive mobster himself.

"So, what do I win?" he asked, smirking at it. The treasure pile was so high, he was actually at eye-level with it.

(@sexualizedshortstab)

"Wwell, thank you Slick, this pleases your goddix vvery much." it says grabbing a jeweler's lens to check the quality of the goods.

"I wwill add this to my goodie's pile with haste. I shall rewward you wwith a kissy on the forehead." The 7 foot medium inflated goddix presses her beachball sized tits into spade, her rubbery skin squeaking a bit as she provides a kiss on his forehead.

"Noww, girls, come and take this treasure to be counted." A few very busty amazon-sized latex-covered beings swiftly take the treasure away, taking Spade's out the door with the same movement. The final thing he sees prior to the heavy gilded doors closing is the Mistrix filing her somehow red sharp nails.

#eridan ampora #goddix posting #homestuck #savescumstuck

[ask-lord-morgarath]

As Pure and Fine as My Lineage

Greetings, commoners! I, Lord Morgarath of the Mountains of Rain and Night, shall be gracing you once again with the instruction that your pathetic countenances are in such dire need of. Following the piteous request made of me today by @furaisu of the Tumblr realm, I have benevolently decided to impart my wisdom upon you imbeciles regarding the refined art of skincare.

First, one must rid oneself of the day's grime. No, not with that ordinary soap you use to scrub your filthy hands. I am referring to a luxurious, artisanal cleanser, as pure and fine as my lineage. Gently massage the cleanser into your wretched face in upward, circular motions. Do not use your grubby fingers; employ a silk cloth, preferably one from the Orient.

Exfoliation is not for the faint of heart. You must rid your complexion of dead skin cells, much like the way I rid myself of dim-witted acquaintances- ruthlessly, but with utmost delicacy and grace. Utilize a high-quality exfoliant, preferably one containing crushed gemstones. Rub it onto your face with a degree of tenderness reserved for the finest porcelain.

Toning, my dear ignoramuses, is the elixir of life for your pores. Only the most luxurious toner will do, something imported from a distant land where the air is cleaner than your existence. Apply it to the softest silk pad- not your feeble fingertips- and gently sweep it across your skin. Do not drench your face like a novice. A mere dab will suffice.

 Now, onto the serum. Choose one tailored to your specific concerns, such as fine lines or uneven texture. Apply it delicately, as if you were handling precious jewels. Do not forget your neck. Commoners often neglect it, but we nobles know better.

Hydration is paramount.  A moisturizer must be opulent, like a velvety cloak for your visage. Select an elixir that doubtlessly costs more than your monthly rent and apply it with the care and attention one would give to a beloved pet. A pauper's dollop won't suffice. Slather it on generously. Ensure that your face is as supple as a silk handkerchief.

One simply cannot risk the sun's impertinence, and you must diligently shield your skin from its ignominious rays. A broad-spectrum screen cream shall be your shield if you find yourself unequipped with a proper parasol and a servant to carry it for you. Reapply the cream throughout the day, for your face deserves nothing less than a fortress against UV rays.

In conclusion, my dear peasants, while I doubt that even the most lavish skincare routine could salvage your miserable appearances, you may one day attain a fraction of the radiance that greets me each time I look into the mirror.

#lord morgarath's guide to everything #ask lord morgarath #rangers apprentice #ranger's apprentice #lord morgarath #baron morgarath #morgarath #skincare

[lockwood-metaphysical]

Sterling Silver & Gemstone Prayer Beads Coming Soon!

I took the plunge and decided to make prayer beads! Specifically, I wanted to make really quality, high-end beads for connecting with deities. These are ritual tools that ultimately help you get in the right mindspace for deity communication. Each set of prayer beads will have its metaphysical attributes listed, and each will come with instructions on how to use.

The main series of beads are themed for deities. I'll also have more general ones that will typically run smaller in size. No matter the size or theme, each set is made out of semi-precious gemstones, and most use sterling silver or silver-plated components. Exact materials will be listed under each item's description.

As of Sept 1st 2022, I'm still getting the paperwork in order to officially list these on the website, but I predict I'll have these (and others) up in about a month. However, this very much depends on how long things take.

I'll keep posting more photos as I make things!

#paganism #irish polytheism #norse paganism #norse religion #wicca #goddess brigid #witchcraft #witch community #witchblr #magick #pagan witch #pagan prayer beads #store updates

[yanderefairyangel]

Hi @runictablet if you don't mind I will answer here because I think my answer will be a little long.

So honestly I find the idea to name eahc character after one common theme very well thought.

Because it's giving Engage a strong worldbuilding identity and it's also relying on a simple and yet effective art direction.

That's not high far fecthed reference sure, but that works just as well, simple and efficient.

@emblematicemblazer made some post regarding this topic as well and I got a very clever anon pointing to how Firene's branding name was linked to how it's canonically the Kingdom of wealth and I did hope to be able to make a full post centered about the meaning of the game but I am just going to focus on Brodia for this one ok ?

So in the case of Brodia I think the name being around gemstone is pretty clever.

Brodia from what we know is a meritocracy based on physcial strengh and gemstones can be classified in a hierachical way because of the carat. Gemstones with little carat have little value and in Frech, you can use that expression in general to speak of things that are of high quality. And combined that way, it helps showing the Brodian meritocracy and tie to the economy as we know it highly relies on mine.

And then it connects as well to how our Brodian cast all suffer from different sort of impostor syndrome and are pressured by society to be "perfect" "strong" etc, like the most shining and high valued gemstone.

To take two examples of character whose name I think works perfectly I would choose Lapis and Diamant.

While Lapis name seems to come from the lapis lazuli, in reality it's the just the word lapis meaning stone in latin. And seeing how Lapis is a commoner, it all makes sense. Symbolically, her name being that makes her insecurity and inferiority complex due to her rank emphasized. Lapis is a commoner however we know that in Brodia strengh is valued and this include the hierachal rank that nobles have superiority towards commoner. This makes Lapis feel highly insecure : she is a stone in a kingdom of gems, symbolically. That's what her name represent. Lapis herself in chapter 7 state that she is aware that the weak in Brodia will get robbed off, she know she cannot shows that her position is weaker. But at the same time, the ambiguity makes sense within universe as Lapis tries to hide her real origins by making as if she might be from a higher family but she never outright lies since she is that honest. So when you think of lapis-lazuli the gem when hearing her name, it's part of this "imposture" that isn't really one, just a misunderstanding due to her name so she is at the same time Lapis (the stone) but not Lapis (the gemstone) like she is in truth a commoner (a stone) but not a noble (gemstone) and her name also refers to her strengh to some extent with stone not breaking as easily as some gemstones.

And for Diamant now. His name is the french word for Diamond. Diamond are precious gemstone reputed to be unbreakable and to be a symbol of perfection. Some people view it as the tears of God. Diamant is a character seen as perfect and flawless by those around him, strong and unbreakable. However we do learn in his suppor it's not true. He has flaws, he has weakness and there is something he fears = Fire magic. In fact, in his design, part of his hair is lighter then the rest probably to signify that he is indeed someone with flaws but he tries to hide them. In greek, the word ἀδάμας that gave the word diamant in french meant unbreakable to refer to the fact this gemstone would not break. However, it also refers to the indominable state of the mind and more then his physical strengh, that is what Diamant demonstrate notably in chapter 10 of the main story and yes, that why in contrast his Alter ego have no strong will, which Diamant will call him out on would he fight him. And finally diamond are symbol of purity. Diamant is a man of pure intentions. In FE, the common them about nobility and monarchy is that nobles are not above the people, but at their services. They must not make the people innocent civilians suffer from greater ideals or for their greed or treat them as if they were inferior, the nobility and the governement/ruler have the responsability to protect their people, to ensure their security, their well being their happiness, like a retainer would do with their liege. Diamant by his pure wish for prosperity based on peace and opposing a greedy nobility illustrate that. He also got support where he gets to laugh and being a bit goofy. And most importantly, something that is also shown in the most recent chapter for the manga, is sought for strengh isn't based on the same motives then the nobility but on a pure wish to protect others : he pushed himself as a child to be able to protect his brother, to protect his people and all he does is in that mindest. That's what is droving him to perfectionate himself not matter what hardship he face which makes his association to the diamond and to Roy whose incantations means standing up very relevant as in reality Diamant is more of a perfection of the mind over the body.

I hope this answer your question ! So yeah I find them very interesting to analyze

#fire emblem #fire emblem engage #fe engage #diamant fire emblem #lapis fire emblem

[veranda-larkspur]

kyaa ur so cute ^-^🎀 if youre okay with more ପ(๑•ᴗ•๑)ଓ ♡ culd i have cutesy reader giving hangover!joseph his pearl necklace and then reader says that pearl are the most precious gems bc bc bc bc they can only be found on earth and they are a proof of life that can be preserved for very long so he can keep it forever n reader thought he wuld like it ◕◡◕ 🎀 any format that you want is fine !! <3 if you dont want to write it or have other requests going on thats also fine !! i hope your day is going okay ^-^🎀🪽

I'd say that I had other asks, but then I would be lying 🥲. I think that this is such an amazing ask, so I'll try my hardest for you, you amazing anon!!! (I'm in a really good mood too, I just got a good score on my ACTs!!!)

To begin, Joseph isn't a stranger to extravagant things.

He was literally born into the French Nobility!!! He knows his way around some precious metals and gemstones.

His favorite as a child was garnet. The deep red was always a good accessory. It contrasted the blue in his eyes nicely.

He had pearls too, but never paid them any attention. He thought they were a bit plain, to be honest.

So when Joseph sat in his room, simply drinking his favorite wine and thinking, he never expected you to come in with a small box, wrapped as a gift.

You had attempted to hide the present from him, yet even in his tipsy state, he could see small glimpses of pretty ribbon from behind you.

You weren't very good at this, were you?

Joseph hobbled up, still a bit unbalanced from his latest activity. He couldn't just continue on drinking when you were right there, now could he? Certainly not.

It took him a minute though. Please help him up, he's a bit delirious...

He says he's got it, but it taking a while, it's better to just pull him up if you want to give your gift anytime soon.

After Joseph's up, you have his full attention. Especially when you announce you have a gift for him.

He's more of a "quality time" kinda guy, but you can never go wrong with presents!

When you hand over the gift, Joseph can hardly contain his excitement. He's usually more composed than this. (He's not, he's just good at hiding it when he's not drunk)

But anyway-

When Joseph (eventually) opens the present, he's a bit confused. You've given him a pearl necklace? How sweet.

But why?

And that's when you explain.

As your explaining your meaning to him, Joseph's eyes widen.

When you say to him that you've given him the necklace because of how it represents preservation and everlasting, Joseph feels like he might cry.

(He does. You don't even get a chance to comfort him before he jumps on you and smothers you in appreciation and kisses.)

Sure, Joseph isn't heartless and cold, but he is determined to preserve life. Both his own and those of his loved ones. It's what he dedicated his life to when Claude died! It's why he went to the manor in the first place!

So receiving this gift from you is something he sees as a sign of support.

He's so touched that he sobers up real quick. He's shocked. The servants feared his work, and then abandoned him when he needed them most.

But he knows that you would never.

Over the next couple of days, Joseph never drinks. And you often see him doing something, anything with his cameras. They must be perfect after all.

Though, he never neglects you. He'd never dare. In actuality, he gives you more affection and attention than you've ever been given before.

Little do you know, Joseph has procured a matching pearl ring for you. Take this information as you'd like :)

#identity v joseph headcanons #identity v joseph x reader #identity v joseph #identity v #idv #joseph Desaulner x reader