#magic jewelry

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Jane’s Ascension

Special thanks to @lsat (discord: thedivergence, Twitter: LSAT1886) for generating the images used here that allowed a long time idea of mine to come to life.

It had nearly been a year since Tarzan and Jane had defeated their nemesis, the cruel and power-hungry Queen La. She was a formidable adversary, known for her dark magic and ruthless ambition. Queen La had ruled over a faction of jungle-dwelling followers, seeking dominion over all living creatures. However, her reign of terror had come to an end when Tarzan, Jane and their friends thwarted her wicked plans, banishing her from their realm.

It was only now that they had decided to explore the ruins of La’s once thriving city of Opar. Jane had always been enamored by the mysteries of the jungle. Her days alongside Tarzan, swinging through the treetops and learning the ways of the wild, had filled her heart with love for both the man she adored and the lush, untamed world around her. She begged Tarzan to bring her back to Opar, to explore its secrets now that the once threat was long gone. Tarzan had been hesitant but he couldn’t say no to his love.

“Tarzan this place is amazing isn’t it? Just think of how bustling and vibrant this place once was. It makes me sad that it all ended when La was defeated.” Jane said with a hint of melancholy. Tarzan did not understand her fascination with a place he could sense held great darkness but looking at her he knew that he would do anything for her.

Unbeknownst to both of them, Jane’s words travelled on the air around the ruined city causing the stone walls to creak and the wind to howl. It was as if her words breathed life into the city and it responded by opening a hidden door to a chamber below. Jane and Tarzan looked at each other confused. Tarzan knew Jane would want to investigate but he felt uneasy. Before he could voice his concerns she was already descending into the hidden chamber.

As they descended they saw in awe the full scoot of the chamber. It aas steeped in a chilling aura of both grandeur and malevolence. The walls were adorned with faded murals that depicted the cruel reign of Queen La, showcasing scenes of conquest, subjugation, and dark rituals.

The chamber's ceiling, supported by ornate stone pillars, bore intricate carvings of jungle creatures and twisted vines, as if nature itself had been subjugated by a twisted will. Shafts of eerie, filtered light penetrated the chamber through narrow cracks, casting eerie shadows upon the cold stone floor.

At the center of the chamber, on an obsidian pedestal, rested a necklace. It glimmered with an unholy radiance, its central red gem catching the scarce light and reflecting it in unsettling patterns. Its beauty was mesmerizing. So much so that Jane, who didn’t want for anything in the world, felt immediately compelled to reach out and touch it.

As her fingers barely brushed against the surface of the gem, an otherworldly sensation coursed through her veins. Her eyes widened in surprise and then immediately vacant. She stood like a statue with her index finger barely touching the necklace the entire time.

However Tarzan was quick to notice his paramour was eerily silent and when he saw her transfixed state he jumped into action pulling her away from the necklace. Jane crumbled in his arms unresponsive, seemingly comatose.

“Jane! Jane! Wake up Jane!,” he said urgently. “Hold on, Jane. I won’t let anything happen to you.” Desperation etched his face as he made a painful decision to leave Jane. He knew there were wise shamans living on the far side of the jungle, keepers of ancient knowledge and medicines that might hold the cure for Jane's mysterious ailment. Without delay, he set out on his perilous journey through the dense, untamed wilderness.

Meanwhile, in the solitude of the chamber, in the depths of her coma, Jane found herself walking amongst the buildings and the people of Opar. However this wasn’t the Opar she knew, all empty and ruined. This was a vibrant, alive grand empire. She followed the flow of people to the central hub, the palace. At the center of this opulent building, was a lone woman, beautiful, powerful, strong. It was Queen La like Jane had never seen her. Jane’s hate for all the valuess that La held faded away as she gazed in awe at the magnificent queen astride her throne.

Up until now no one paid Jane any attention, it was if she were a spectre, floating around unseen but one person now saw her. With a smirk and a gesture to come closer, Jane found herself gravitating towards La. Only once she got closer did she notice that the cocoa skinned Queen was positioned in such a way to show off her glistening bare pussy. The sight stopped Jane in her tracks.

“Come closer Jane, pay tribute to your Queen. Taste royalty so you too may ascend.” La said in a purr. Jane was transfixed, almost hypnotized by La’s words as she knelt in front of La and leaned into the monarch’s most prominent care of regions.

Jane’s tongue gingerly touched the top of La’s clit. As soon as it did it was a revelation for the reserved English scholar. The taste was unlike anything she had known before. It was pleasure personified and Jane wanted more.

Placing her hands on La’s smooth thighs, Jane pulled the Queen closer to her face so she could exploring her depths deeper. La let out a soft moan that Jane took to mean she was equally enjoying the experience.

However as both Jane and La were experiencing pleasure like no other, a voice was breaking through to her. It was Tarzan’s. His voice was acting as her conscious, compelling her to wake up, to reject La’s empty promises. His voice sliced through the trance she was experiencing and she pulled herself away from La.

“Wait this isn’t right, this isn’t who I am.” Jane said unsteadily getting to her feet and wiping away the juices from her lips. However with lightning speed La rose and stood behind her, whispering in her ear.

“And who are you exactly Jane? A sidekick to that muscle bound moron? A damsel in distress always waiting on your prince to save you? Aren’t you tired of that?” La purred in her ear as she place her hands on Jane’s hips.

“Wouldn’t you rather be something more capable? More powerful? More feared? Wouldn’t you like that?” La said as she pulled Jane closer to her, their bodies touching from neck to thigh.

Maybe it was fear that kept Jane from moving but maybe it was La’s tempting words that kept her there. Maybe it was La’s soft breath on her nape that caused Jane to forget about Tarzan in that moment. Maybe it was the promise of beauty and power that made Jane whisper, “More than anything!”

Jane closed her eyes as she felt La’s warm embrace around her sink into her skin. She felt La’s very essence be absorbed into her body in a pleasurable slurping sound. She felt her drab and simple clothing become La’s gloriously revealing regal attire. Gold hooped earrings drip from her ears pairing well with think gold bracelets adorning her arms.

Her skin gradually taking on a deeper, exotic tan, reminiscent of the sun-kissed hues of the jungle. But the changes were far more profound than a mere alteration in complexion and clothing. Her body seemed to ripple with newfound vitality, her curves becoming voluptuous and alluring. Her nails grew long and sharp, like obsidian talons, ready to strike.

Jane's once-ordinary hair thickened and lengthened, cascading down her back in a torrent of glossy, ebony waves. Her breasts swelled with a newfound plumpness, going from a meagre B cup to a commanding double D. Her figure transformed into an embodiment of seduction and power.

Muscles that had once been delicate and feminine now hardened, sculpting her into an athletic and toned form, blending grace and strength in a way that was both sexy and fearsome.

Carnal images and sensations filled her mind, like a vast library of pleasures were getting downloading into her brain. Knowledge of magic spells, hexes and curses invaded her brain and gave her intimate expertise as if she had been a student of the dark arts for decades. It was intoxicating.

Opening her eyes she found herself now awake from her coma, standing back in the chamber alone. The necklace that had started all of this was clung tight to her chest. Her eyes, now shimmering with a malevolent light, reflected the eerie radiance of the cursed gem. In that moment, her transformation was complete, and a dark presence had taken root within her.

She gazed at her reflection in an ancient, cracked mirror within the chamber, and her voice, now dripping with seductive cruelty, echoed in the silence. "Ah, much better," she purred, her own voice sounding both familiar and yet profoundly altered, "I was once so naïve, so kind-hearted. But look at me now."

With a haughty laugh, she envisioned herself ruling over Opar, Queen La's dark legacy reborn in her. "I shall be the new queen of this empire, and the jungle will tremble at the mention of my name. No one can resist the allure of power, especially when it's draped in such beauty."

Her fingers, adorned with long, razor-sharp nails, traced the contours of her transformed body, admiring her newfound allure and power. "The jungle will bow before me," she continued, her voice filled with icy determination. "And Tarzan... oh, Tarzan, he will come to realize the joy of serving me."

Almost as if he had been summoned, Tarzan appeared at the foot of the chamber having descended with a shaman mixture that he believed would reawaken Jane but found it suddenly unneeded.

There, before him, stood Jane, but she was unrecognizable. Her once-kind eyes now glinted with a sinister light, and her body had transformed into a vision of seductive power. She wore the cursed necklace with an air of cruel confidence.

"Jane?" Tarzan's voice quivered with disbelief and desperation as he stepped closer.

She turned to face him, and a wicked smile danced upon her lips. "Oh, Tarzan," she purred, her voice dripping with both familiarity and malevolence, "you've returned."

In that moment, Tarzan realized the depth of the darkness that had taken hold of his beloved Jane. "What has happened to you?" he pleaded, his heart heavy with sorrow.

Her laughter was chilling, a stark contrast to the laughter he once knew. "I've embraced the power that this necklace has given me, Tarzan," she declared. "I am the new queen of Opar, doesn’t royalty suit me perfectly?"

Tarzan's eyes pleaded with Jane, desperate to reach the woman he loved, hidden beneath the darkness that had consumed her. "Jane, please," he implored, his voice filled with anguish, "you must destroy that necklace. It's corrupting you."

But Jane merely chuckled, the sound cold and heartless. "Tarzan, you underestimate me," she said, her voice dripping with scorn. With a swift, mocking gesture, she tore the cursed necklace from her neck.

Tarzan's heart leaped with hope, but it was short-lived. In the palm of her hand, she squeezed the necklace causing it to crumbled to dust, as if it had never existed. Jane's eyes blazed with a newfound malevolence.

"I don't need the necklace to be queen, you fool," she sneered, her gaze locked on Tarzan. "The power is within me now. I am the queen of Opar, and no one can challenge my reign."

A sense of dread washed over Tarzan as he realized the extent of the transformation that had taken place. Jane had become a force of darkness, and there seemed to be no way to reach the woman he had once known.

"In fact, as a show of my power," Jane hissed, her voice filled with a chilling determination. With a casual flick of her wrist, the very vines that had once been their allies came alive. They slithered and twisted through the air, responding to her dark command.

Tarzan's eyes widened with alarm as the sinewy vines snaked around him, their grip growing tighter with each passing moment. His powerful struggles were rendered futile as they constricted, holding him immobile, like a helpless prey ensnared in the jungle's unforgiving embrace.

Jane's eyes bore into his, devoid of the warmth and love he had once known. Instead, they gleamed with an eerie satisfaction, reveling in her newfound dominance.

"Tarzan," she taunted, her voice dripping with cruel delight, "you see, there is no escaping my rule. The jungle is mine to command now, and you are but a mere obstacle."

"But you may be useful to me yet," Jane mused with a sinister smile, her lips curving in a mocking grin. Leaning in, she pressed her lips to Tarzan's with a chilling, calculated tenderness.

As their lips met, a malevolent energy surged from Jane's mouth into Tarzan's, and a darkness seemed to creep through his veins. Agonizing pain wracked his body, and he convulsed as a profound transformation began.

Tarzan's muscles bulged and expanded, his body becoming more impenetrable, like the very stones of the jungle. His once-tanned skin turned an eerie shade of gray, and his eyes, once filled with warmth and life, darkened into abyssal pools of black.

Through the torment, Tarzan's voice turned cold with an eerie subservience as he asked, "What is your bidding, my Queen?"

Jane's malevolent laughter echoed through the chamber as she gazed upon the creature that Tarzan had become, a loyal servant of her dark reign. The jungle had truly fallen under her dominion, and she held the once-mighty Tarzan in her thrall, a grim testament to the extent of her power.

“Come my pet, there is much to do.” She said with a knowing smirk as she released Tarzan from his binds and he followed her obediently.

For another tale of Jane’s corruption check out this fantastic story here by @misseviehyde

#f2f #corruption #bitchification #magic #evil bitch #magic jewelry #corrupted jewellery #evil couple #fanfic #ai image #merged #corrupted couple

[soliloquyjewelry]

Introducing my next collection - Descent of Persephone Vol. VII: Persephone Rises 🥀

#soliloquyjewelry #soliloquy jewelry #handmade #handmade jewelry #persephone #persephone aesthetic #persephone art #garnet jewelry #petrified wood #witch aesthetic #witchy jewelry #witch jewelry #symbolism #symbolic art #magic jewelry #rare aesthetic #gothic style #dark academia

[dndtreasury]

Phylactery Ring of the Undying by Dragons & Stories

#dragons and stories #phylactery #ring #of the undying #rings #magic items #artifacts #artifact #undead #curse #curses #cursing #health #lich #necromancy #necromancer #scaling #strength and weaknesses #magic jewelry #dark #horror

[danjiisthmus]

Eteri's Change 10

Long dragon time after finding a cool floating necklace!  Piece for Serandite

#dragon #eastern dragon #transformation #reptile #scalie #magic jewelry #magic #TF #female #artistic nude

[sadirjewelry]

Blood Princess; old work @sadirjewelry on IG

#sadirjewelry #sadir jewelry #garnet jewelry #skulls #dark magic #magic jewelry #witchcraft #Modern Witch #witches #witchyvibes #Dark Aesthetic

[unravelingwires]

Propones

Witches don’t exchange engagement rings. They do, however, have moors, worn on the right hand and symbolizing loyalty and safe harbor. Traditionally, these are made from actually woven plant stems enchanted against decay, but in the modern day, these rings can be made from anything so long as their band looks like woven fibers.

Jaya has three moors. The first is for the Narayana family, a dull gold band. The second is for the Chel family, an heirloom with the noble crest bound by strings of bound water. The last is a representation of her sponsorship of Lilith, an extremely traditional weaving of grass dyed gold.

Max has one moor. It's a similar Chel family moor of bound water.

Lara has one moor, made from dragon marrow to symbolize the Ravenswoods. Aster has a similar one.

Ellie has one moor, a meticulously enchanted ring of overlapping flower petals collected by hand by her parents.

Lilith has two moors. One was woven from grass stems by her mothers, enchanted to remain bright green. The other is a ring of ice strands dyed green and bought by Jaya.

Natalie has no moors. She wears a simple black ring she bought when she was twelve to cover this up.

#To propone is to propose #exchanging rings as a love language is actually something i adore #even as I hate the idea of actual engagement rings #(a concept I believe was created by a diamond corporation) #anyways. Note the colors and the materials; they're important #fantasy worldbuilding #fantasy politics #magic jewelry #creative writing #my writing #library of babel #unedited #original characters #my ocs #jayaverse

[briefbestiary]

A legendary being of Ibanag folklore, the bullish nature of the Sarangay reminded the incoming Spanish of the Greek Minotaur. In fact, the Spanish believed the two beings were the same.

Nonetheless distinct with its powerful jewelry piece adoring its ear, the Sarangay merely slays trespassers and thieves stupid enough to attempt to take its gem.

#BriefBestiary #bestiary #digital art #fantasy #folklore #legend #myth #mythology #monster #filipino folklore #filipino legend #ibanag folklore #ibanag legend #sarangay #magic jewelry #magic gemstone #luzon

[huntress-of-stories-and-dreams]

Headcanon #77

Callum will eventually possess a Quasar Diamond, allowing him to connect with Stars.

#tdp #tdp headcanons #the dragon prince #tdp callum #callum #archmage callum #quasar diamonds #stars #star magic #star arcanum #badass callum #powerful callum #magical artifacts #magic jewelry

[duckduckgrem]

I haven’t been very motivated for art, but then I had an idea for a d&d item that I’m positive probably exists in some form or another, but here it is anyway:  An elemental necklace with a space for each of the four primal elements (fire, water, earth, and air) that, when filled, allows the wearer to channel those elements. You could get pretty fancy with it - depending on what you store in the necklace to channel the corresponding element determines the spell / effect / elemental summoning that you’re able to evoke. You could use it as a reaction or something to negate the effects of an elemental’s attack or an elemental spell (if you wanted to make it less powerful, make it a contest against the spellcaster / monster’s spell casting thingy), thereby also filling that slot. (Would also only work once for each element before releasing that element - if you store fire, you have to use that fire before storing fire again, etc etc.)

Super special secret use: if all four elements are stored (at a certain level or regardless of level, I don’t care) the necklace has the potential to open a gate to the elemental planes. If you wanted this to be a legendary level item, make it two-ways until one of the elements is released, and don’t break the necklace. If you wanted to make it less powerful, make it a one-way gate and release all of the elements, so that you have to store them all again to get out of the planes, or even have the necklace break after it’s used in this way. 

Require attunement or don’t! Give it a curse! Give it sentience!! Do whatever you want!! But if you use it in a campaign lemme know how it goes and tell me about the (mis)adventures of your party :) 

Anyway tldr: elemental necklace for storing and using elemental attacks & effects :D

#art #pixel art #digital art #d&d #dnd #dnd item #magic item #magic jewelry #dnd accessories #dnd homebrew #homebrew item #dnd magic #magic #jewelry #necklace #elemental magic

[kentnaturaltribrid]

“I saved your life. And don’t you forget it.”

The smallest and largest of the three species of varls, and of Sedonas, is Veldona. The largest and smallest species of varls is also Verkonas. Which, when the two species are together in equal peral or want to be a hybrid of their strengths rather than weaknesses, they become Darsadona, which seeks out a personality and humanities, as well as one of honor. It’s complicated, but it seeks out those with whom are rebels or rakels, depending on their style of personalities.

On a basic level, they tend to be a pinkish or a purple, depending upon the personality of said seeked. Though, rare species of are usually associated with blue. It depends upon the type of archetapical and avidly known personalities. On and advanced level they’re typically a Green or a Red, depends on the level of personality and the level of the seeked out of which they are naturally colored as according to the auras of the humanity and the auras of the zelmanities of the universe and the nature of their surroundings as which they appear in the world and in their own unique form of consciousness and the way they interact with the environment in which they are born and which they falmilied themselves in their own shells and their own ways and their own seeking methods form that which is the basis for the existence of their life for which they are eternally. They then seek to form a bond with either another personality or they seek out their first. It becomes seemingly a sense of belonging towards the other and ties them to a particular group of individuals or groups of falikials and individuals that they find along the way in similar circumstances towards themselves. With Zeldona they form a Highly Intelligent Personality and a sense of mutual respect for the others, but cannot express their own common self with the former. With Sekdona, they form a bond that which they do seek out personally and hybrids of which is a Common Self which they form in the context of that is called an Desdona, which is the basis and is often Wasdona or Terradona, depending upon the seekers of rarity, they form an individual bond with Erkdona and Redona. However, they also become a feldona which they tend towards the end of their life or rather random rarily, which they more often happen to form a bond with the Other members of the Seidonara family to form either Dasdona or Teldona. The two individuals whom they share the most interest with and who have a strong interest in the area of the Ersadona family and their own family of the Regions and Territories.

#witchblr #Vampireblr #witchy vibes #witchy things #witchy #witchcore #witches #season of the witch #witchy stuff #witchy items #vampirecore #Vampire WitchCore #Vartiches #vampire stuff #vampire vibes #old world vampires #vampire things #vampire jewelry #jewelry Witches #magic jewelry #witch jewelry #jewelry witchy and vampire collection #jewelry Vartiches #Vartichesblr #Cantiches and Vestiches #Witcby core #Witchy academia vintage #Witchy season #Witcby jewelry #Witches and Jewelry

[tenth-sentence]

Then he reached into an inner pocket and brought out a ring in the form of a coiled little snake.

"Incarnations of Immortality: Wielding a Red Sword" - Piers Anthony

#book quote #incarnations of immortality #wielding a red sword #piers anthony #pockets #snake ring #magic ring #magic jewelry

[corruptedcaps]

The Necklace

Staring at the glimmering necklace in my hand, a wave of conflicting thoughts sweeps over me. It's Claire's old necklace, the one she used to become an evil bitch. She lost it weeks ago and has since been nothing but nice to everyone but how did it turn up in my locker? The magic it holds is undeniable, promising beauty and popularity beyond my wildest dreams. But the whispers in my mind, the warnings I've read about its evil power, are equally strong.

I've always been the dorky, book-loving girl in the background. The one who's invisible to everyone except when they want help with their homework. Plain old Izzy. And now, this necklace, this cursed artifact, offers me the chance to change everything. To finally be noticed, to have the admiration I've secretly craved.

Yet, a gnawing feeling deep within me reminds me how the necklace twisted Claire, turned her into someone cruel and heartless. Is the allure of popularity worth sacrificing my kindness, my integrity? Can I really trust that the necklace won't change who I am at my core?

I imagine a future where I wear the necklace, where people look at me in awe, where I'm the center of attention. The thought sends a thrill down my spine, but it's immediately followed by the image of the necklace's dark aura, slowly seeping into my very being, altering me in ways I can't even comprehend.

As I hold the necklace, my heart races with the weight of my decision. The choice before me feels monumental, a crossroads that could forever define who I become. Do I dare risk my soul for a taste of the life I've always envied? Or do I stay true to myself, even if it means remaining in the shadows?

Taking a deep breath, I make up my mind. With the necklace dangling from my hand, I convince myself that I can withstand its dark influence. I've always prided myself on my strength of will, my determination to stay true to my values. Surely, I can resist the allure of its darkness.

As I fasten the clasp and the necklace rests against my skin, a strange warmth envelops me. I glance into the mirror and see my reflection, watching in awe as my appearance begins to change. My features become more refined, my skin seems to glow, and my eyes sparkle with an otherworldly radiance.

My hair lightens, my skin clears any imperfections, my eyesight improves enough to take off my glasses. The necklace is weaving its magic, transforming me into someone I never thought I could be. I'm beautiful. People will notice me now. The excitement courses through me, filling me with an intoxicating mix of emotions.

But even as I admire the changes, a whisper of power creeps into my thoughts. I can feel a subtle shift in my thoughts. It's like a door creaking open to a realm I've never ventured into before. Images flash in my mind—scenes of power, dominance, and control. Dark thoughts creep in, almost as if they're whispered by a sinister presence.

I see myself walking through the school hallways, a confident smirk on my lips and a hand on my hip. My steps are purposeful, and my gaze is unwavering as I pass by groups of students. But it's not the old me anymore. It's a version of myself that takes pleasure in wielding authority, relishing in the fear and admiration that radiate from those around me.

I imagine myself confronting Claire with a newfound confidence. No longer am I the timid girl she once tormented; now, I'm the one asserting dominance. Cruel words drip from my lips, cutting deep and leaving wounds that never fully heal. The thrill of having the upper hand, of finally exacting revenge, sends shivers of excitement down my spine and begins to make my pussy wet.

In this dark vision, I witness myself manipulating situations, exploiting others' weaknesses, and watching them bend to my will. It's a power I've never experienced before, and it both fascinates and terrifies me. The allure of being feared and respected is undeniable, even if it comes at the cost of my own compassion.

Yet, as the images unfold, a twinge of guilt tugs at my conscience. I remember the friends who stood by me, the moments of kindness that defined who I used to be. The darkness that this necklace carries becomes more palpable, a heavy fog that clouds my judgment and distorts my sense of morality. As I grapple with these thoughts, I realize that the necklace's power isn't just changing my appearance—it's testing the very core of who I am.

As my inner struggle intensifies, a strange sensation ripples through me, starting from the necklace and radiating outward. It's as if the necklace itself is responding to my wavering thoughts, amplifying its influence over me. My heart races as I feel an undeniable surge of energy coursing through my veins.

I glance into the mirror, and my breath catches in my throat as I witness even more of its transformative power unfolding before my eyes. My hair, already lightened, shimmers with newfound luster. It's as if each strand has been kissed by starlight, catching the light in a mesmerizing dance of colors. It’s thicker and blonder than any girl I know.

My lips, once soft and unassuming, are now plumper, more inviting, a shade of deep crimson that demands attention. They part slightly as if inviting someone to come closer, to be captivated by the allure that now emanates from me. I can’t help thinking to myself that they would look perfect wrapped around a big cock.

My nails, delicate before, now gleam and standout. They're longer, perfectly manicured, and adorned with a shade of pink that is sure to standout. My mind wanders as I look at them imagining how good it would feel to click my fingers and have loyal betas fall in line behind me.

As I take in the full image, I can hardly believe my eyes. My breasts, once modest, now boasts a fuller and more captivating shape. They inflate bigger than even Claire used to have, snapping my B cup bra causing it to fall out of my shirt to the ground. They are large and perky and somehow defy the laws of gravity. I’ll never need a bra again I think to myself with a satisfied smirk.

Even my clothes seem to shift in response to the transformation. The fabric hugs my curves in all the right places, accentuating my figure in ways I never thought possible. There's an undeniable air of elegance and allure about the ensemble.

In this moment of dazzling beauty, I'm faced with an even greater inner conflict. The temptation to fully embrace this newfound power tugs at me, but the warnings of the necklace's malevolence are stronger than ever. As I stand on the precipice of a new identity, I'm forced to confront the reality that the necklace's allure may come at a cost that I'm not prepared to pay.

As I stand before the mirror, my transformed self radiating an otherworldly allure, a wicked grin slowly spreads across my lips. The rush of power surges through me, and I revel in it, savoring every delicious moment. The doubts that once plagued my mind are now nothing more than distant echoes, drowned out by the intoxicating allure of the necklace's malevolent magic.

Gone are the days when I would be the unnoticed, the overlooked. No longer will I be the victim, the one pushed around and tormented. Now, I am the embodiment of beauty and power, the queen of this pathetic school. The world shall bow before me, and I shall command it with an iron will.

My eyes meet their reflection in the mirror, and they blaze with a newfound fire. No longer timid or uncertain, they now hold the gaze of a goddess, a ruler of destinies. I run my fingers through my shimmering hair, reveling in its silken texture, each strand a testament to my transformation from the shadows to the spotlight.

With a confident sway of my hips, I saunter across the room, the fabric of my clothes caressing my curves as I move. Every step I take exudes an air of superiority, of arrogance, as if I am destined to rule and dominate. I relish in the attention that this new persona commands, the way eyes follow my every movement, captivated by the force of my presence.

I raise my hand and admire my nails, now long and sharp, symbolizing my newfound power. They are a symbol of my ascendancy, of my transition from the sidelines to the throne. The darkness that once whispered the temptation of power now sings a triumphant melody in my ears, reassuring me that I am the embodiment of its desires. Letting me know that I sought me out.

I am no longer the girl who hides in the shadows, who cowers in the face of adversity. I am the embodiment of beauty and power, and I will take what is rightfully mine. The world will remember my name, and they will bow before my magnificence. They will learn to serve the wicked Isabella.

#f2f #corruption #bitchification #magic #corrupted jewellery #magic jewelry #corrupted pov

[letsgetmessi]

Brown Skin & Gold Jewelry ✨

#black women #gold #gold jewelry #jewelry #black women are everything and more #the blueprint #melanin #black women magic #black girl luxury #nails #spoiled girls #pinterest

[dndtreasury]

Int-Sanity Ring by Virtual Fantasy RPG

#virtual fantasy rpg #int sanity #magic items #tools #ring #magic jewelry #rings #rare #intelligence #wisdom #cursing #cursed #curses #artificer #artificers #wizardly #wizards #stats #boost #bonus

[danjiisthmus]

Odd jewelry

What a cool collection of amulets to come across! It seems they all have a fun side effect to being worn Piece for Serandite!

#furry #furryart #commission #crow #tf #transformation #jewelry #magic jewelry #magic #avian #female to male #female to male tf

[sadirjewelry]

☽ Ledger of Dreams ☾

Wedding/Statement Necklace for witch or Alchemist’s Lover. Made in OOAK style, hides a secret (to be seen on my IG sadirjewelry). Bracelets on hands move, and faceted chalcedony has delicate, dusty rose pink shade. All in sterling silver. 

  Gothic lady’s dream 

#weddingjewellery #statementjewelry #sterlingsilver #silver jewelry #silver necklace #pentagram #wicca #gothicjewelry #gothic necklace #gothic fashion #dark aesthetic #magic jewelry #bridal #dark magic #dark art #chalcedony #witchcraft #Modern Witch #Alchemy #alchemical #occult jewelry