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midnightsun-if · 9 months

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Midnight Sun ROs

I apologize for not publishing this sooner, I’ve been meaning to but kept spacing about it. I know some of you have been curious, so I hope this helps with that!

Koda Kingston

Appearance: Whiskey brown eyes, that are consistently filled with an abundance of warmth, offsets the medium brown tone of his skin. Fawn brown hair falls to his jawline in unruly waves. He has a muscular physique, reminiscent of a lumberjack, but he’s a big ball of fluff.

Outfit Aesthetic: He doesn’t have one singular outfit type that he wears— as he’ll try anything once. However, he does like wearing flannels over a tank top; being a bear-shifter he naturally runs a little warmer than the average supernatural.

Bear Form: Koda shifts into a Kodiak Bear— a hulking mass of pure muscle and strength (who enjoys getting scratched underneath the chin).

Scarlett Voltaire

Appearance: Dark auburn locks fall to her hips in a mixture of waves and soft curls, offsetting the fairness of her skin. Vibrant green eyes, that don’t seem real at times, are framed by dark lashes, complementing the elegant structure of her face. She has a gracefully lithe physique.

Outfit Aesthetic: Dresses of various types are something you can commonly see her wearing— usually with a pair of killer heels to match— in her signature colors of red, black, or midnight purple. Or a lace corset top paired with tailored pants (and heels).

A Notable Feature: Has a faint English accent.

Cyrus/Cyra Aurelia

Appearance: Lightly tanned skin brings out the vibrancy of their golden-red eyes; eyes that become more red, or gold, depending on their mood. Cyrus keeps his straight hair styled neatly, the platinum blonde strands kept short. Cyra, on the other hand, keeps hers to just past her shoulders. They have a delicately boned body, that hums with strength.

Outfit Aesthetic: As a member of House Aurelia, and the prospective ruler of the Eclipse Throne, they’re never seen in anything except their best. Tailored pants, perfectly ironed dress shirts, and knee high leather boots are things you can commonly see them wearing.

Phoenix Form: They don’t shift often— the spectacle of seeing a flaming bird hasn’t worn off for many people, even if they’ve seen it countless times before. With feathers that shift effortlessly from solid red, to a gentle orange, into blazing gold, they’re quite large for a typical Phoenix— gold talons sharper than any knife.

Quinn Grant

Appearance: Sapphire blue eyes stand out against their olive-toned complexion; filled with a cunning intelligence. M!Quinn keeps his dark brown hair short, only slightly showcasing the natural curls of it. F!Quinn keeps hers to just over her shoulders. They have an athletic physique.

Outfit Aesthetic: Dark Academia is the closest I could come to describe it.

Wolf Form: A massive, bi-pedal entity, their lupine form is a perfect mixture of strength and speed. With a coat of dark brown fur, intelligent sapphire eyes, and razor sharp claws, complementing sharp teeth, they’re quite intimidating.

Caden Randall

Appearance: Warm-beige skin has a deathly pallor that seems to hang around them; an aura that will never leave. Silver eyes, reminiscent of pale moonlight, bring out the inky blackness of their curly hair. M!Caden keeps his to just above his ears. F!Caden keeps hers to just below her jawline. They have a slender/lanky physique.

Outfit Aesthetic: They’re usually in uniform— an ironed black, button-down with slacks and sensible shoes. However, when they’re off-duty, they typically bundle up in various layers; being a phantom leaves them with a permanent chill that they to try to fight back against.

A Notable Feature: Has a beauty mark near their upper lip on the left side.

Sloane Addams

Appearance: Their eyes are a mixture of the softest brown, the sharpest green, and a fiery gold. Golden-brown hair, that always seems to have a tousled quality to it, falls to just beneath their jawline, complementing the light brown tone of their skin. They have a lean body type.

Outfit Aesthetic: Graphic shirts, typically a band-tee of some sort, ripped jeans, and either Vans or Converse shoes— a worn leather jacket, that’s clearly been well taken care of, completes the look.

Wolf Form: Taking on the form of a large wolf— they’ve always hated that their lupine form is just another instance of them being different. Their fur, that’s more golden than brown in this form, complements the ever-changing colors of their gaze; built for speed and agility over brute strength.

A Notable Feature: Has a tattoo sleeve of lilies on their right arm.

Blake Herrera

Appearance: Violet eyes, inherited from their other parent, brings out the tanned complexion of their skin. Wavy, ash blonde hair complements the angular structure of their face. M!Blake has his hair to just over his ears, always casually messy. F!Blake has hers to just beneath her shoulder blades. They have a toned physique.

Outfit Aesthetic: M!Blake typically wears silk shirts with the top few buttons undone, with either dark skinny jeans or tailored slacks, and dress shoes. F!Blake typically wears off-shoulder silk dresses and heels.

Reginald/Regina Presley

Appearance: With blue-green eyes, that are reminiscent of a turbulent sea, allowing for their light brown hair to be perfectly complemented. Their warm-ivory complexion brings out the faint gold highlights within each strand. Reggie keeps his hair short. Gina keeps hers to her shoulders. They have a lean, leaning more towards slender, physique.

Outfit Aesthetic: Oversized sweatshirts and comfortable pants are their go to. Something that they wouldn’t mind staying in for long hours of studying or practice.

A Notable Feature: Has a faint scar through their lip. (Think Lana Parrilla.)

#midnight sun #ro: blake herrera #ro: c aurelia #ro: caden randall #ro: koda kingston #ro: quinn grant #ro: r presley #ro: sloane addams #ro: scarlett voltaire

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diegosouzalions · 8 months

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MAGENTA DIAMOND’S ORIGIN: The Secret Ball

Chapters:

Chapter 1: The Beginning

Previous Chapter: Pearl’s Secret

Next Chapter: Thoughts

Parts:

Part 1 // Part 2

Gems:

Special thanks to @almightyhamslice as he made the Gems on the pages 27, 46, 96, 174 and 225! Peach Diamond (@omega-kindergarden-quartz),Silver Peacock Diamond, Silver Pearl, Fire Agate, Orange Pearl, Technological Vesuvianitie, Boracite, Nephrite with a visor, Aquamarine with a fake tear, Morganite as Spinel, Purple Sapphire, Aura Crystal, Blue Crystal, Goth Star Calcite (@bellsolciere), Brown Boussingaultite, Cognac Diamond, White Calcite (@gemworke-blog), Aqua Diamond, Aqua Pearls (@danidaniboy), Sillimanite (@sillimanite-network), Sodalite (@gemshiny), Cherry Diamond, Cherry Pearl, Aerinite, Talmessite (@deyfusions), Golden Peacock Diamond (@pimbose) Bi-Color Diamond, Bi-Color Pearl (@mysticthetravelerblog), Sun Diamond (@ordeplacus), Blue Jade, Purple Jade, Drop-head Aquamarine, Larimar, Green Pearl, Square-hair Peridot, Rakovanite, Mimetite, Tugtupite, Pink Sapphire (@peararte), Moon Diamond, Moon Pearl, Plumbogummite, Kosnarite, Bluebird Azurite, Stringhamite (@pb--luizink), Gray Diamond, Gray Calcite (@gemfactorgems) and Cobalt Calcite (@polina-quail)

Credits:

@bellsolciere for the idea, some Gems and Silver’s dress and @almightyhamslice for the crowds of Gems

~ Read other chapters in: @magenta-diamonds-origin-blog

#diegosouzalions2023 #steven universe #magenta diamond's origin #comic #color authority diamond #gemsona #au #au su #alternative universe #steven universe alternate universe #the secret ball

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peaches2217 · 10 months

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Traduzione, Per Favore?

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“What would my name be in Italian?”

Mario studied the princess’ face briefly. Her sapphire eyes sparkled in the afternoon sun, full of sincerity and curiosity; he almost wanted to make something up, something exotic-sounding yet convincing enough that those crystal eyes would shine even brighter.

But she was far too clever for that. She’d see right through him. Or worse — she would be so giddy that she’d believe him, then eagerly relay what she had learned to Luigi, and then his brother would never let him live it down. Mario, impulsive as he could be, knew how to calculate risk and reward, and that was one risk not worth taking.

“...Peach.” Uttering her name sent a chill through him that he only barely repressed— no, that felt so wrong, far more intimate than he was permitted to be with her. “Principessa Peach,” he corrected, and he pulled his cap from his head, absently fanning himself with it. It was a warm day. He could easily pass the color he felt pooling in his cheeks as a consequence of the weather.

The princess’ face fell. “Oh,” she said, soft, but curt. Her brows furrowed, and her lips gathered into a gentle pucker. Suddenly, Mario was happy he hadn’t given into his earlier temptation, because how many people had ever seen the beautiful and regal Mushroom Princess pout?

It caught him off-guard enough that he chuckled, and that in turn softened her downtrodden expression. For a moment, she graced him with a gaze full of the fondness and warmth he’d become so familiar with… and then the pout returned with an indignant force. And, of course, that only made hiding his amusement that much harder.

“Don’t look at me like that!” she chastised, though the dimples that formed in her cheeks betrayed her lack of sincere ire.

Mario, already luckier than most, supposed his day couldn’t get much better than this.

Oh, he was so glad she had expressed interest in learning his native tongue. It was an interest she’d held for some time now, she had confessed — “It never felt right to ask,” she admitted one day, looking down as she tapped the tips of her fingers together, “since it’s one of the few things you and Luigi were able to bring from your birth world. I… felt that asking to partake in it would be overstepping.”

Mario had never seen it that way. To him, it was one more thing he could share with her. One more wall between them that didn’t seem quite so insurmountable anymore.

Granted, he didn’t fancy himself much of a teacher, so he mostly just taught her assorted words and phrases over their bi-weekly tea and pastries (merenda, as she had learned last week; today he was greeted with an uncertain yet cheerful “Facciamo merenda!”, and were he any bolder, he would have asked her to repeat it over and over again, just for him). And as endearing as it was, the thought of the princess privately straining to overhear one of the brothers’ personal conversations just so she could enjoy the foreign melody of their otherworldly tongue, he certainly enjoyed this approach much more, and could say with certainty that she did too.

Still, as she sipped at a fresh cup of peony tea, something a hint sour lingered in her expression.

“You’re disappointed, Princess?” he guessed. She hesitated for a moment, clearly prepared to deny the accusation, but she sighed instead and leaned back into her chair.

“It’s so silly, I know.” She shook her head with a small grin, as if in disapproval of her own behavior. “I just thought… well, I’m named after a fruit. Surely you have a word for ‘peach’.”

“Yes,” Mario agreed, pulling his hat back onto his head now that he was properly cooled, “in which case you would be Principessa Pesca. But you’re not a peach, are you? You aren’t small and round and fuzzy.”

“No,” Peach agreed in turn, “that would be you.”

The force with which she clapped her hands over her mouth sounded downright painful.

In the ensuing silence, they gaped at one another, him in astonishment, and her in pure, stupefied horror; the white silk of her gloves only served to make her flustering features look redder still. And that did him in.

The shock of her response melted into pure mirth, and Mario buried his face into his hands, his shoulders shaking and his breath coming in gasps. “Hey, there’s a new phrase for you to practice!” he offered where he could find air. “You can tell people, ‘Il mio amico Mario è tondo e peloso, come una pesca!’” Somehow, he found himself hoping she actually would. Never had he been so delighted to be 5’1, over two-hundred pounds, and scruffier than his own father.

And that was before the most wonderful, most heavenly sound he’d ever heard even hit his ears. Once it did—

It was like windchimes on a cold winter morning, singing out into bright and beautiful emptiness. Like laying out on the rooftop of the high-rise he and Luigi once inhabited and watching the stars, forgetting about bills and budgets and feeling for one fleeting instant like he was alone in the universe. She was laughing, really and truly laughing, bent ever so slightly forward under the weight of her amusement, eyes screwed shut and brimming with unshed tears.

Mario forgot his own amusement, even as Peach sputtered apologies and wiped at her eyes. He’d never heard her laugh. Giggle, yes, but nothing like this.

She looked up at him, eyes still brimming and squinting, face still pink with shame and humor. Her light lipstick was smudged at the corners of her mouth, and he noticed now that it stained the palm of her right hand as well. This was, to some extent, the most human she had ever looked.

A dull but urgent pain coursed through Mario’s body, and only then did he realize he’d stopped breathing.

He could die, he thought as he sucked in a breath as quietly as he could manage, he could honestly die here and now, and that thought didn’t worry him nearly as much as it should have.

“...Princess.” Mario scrambled his head for ideas. He needed to hear that laugh again. “What… what would my name be in English?”

Peach looked confused for a moment — right, it wasn’t called English here, though what it was called had escaped his memory — but she connected the dots quickly enough, and her lips began to quiver.

“...Mark?”

"Oddio!" Mario called, almost choking, because a well-meaning but sheltered Brooklynite had once suggested the brothers advertise themselves as Mark and Louis to attract more business and fewer bigots. Had Luigi told her that story?

The laughter began anew, with renewed vigor, and Mario stifled as much of it as he could into his glove just to hear hers better. It was even more wonderful the second time.

“No,” she said as the last of her giggles died down, “I can’t see you as anything but Mario. Your name is perfect as it is.”

“And yours is too!” Glancing down, Mario caught sight of a miniature tart on the tiered tray between them, lemon-flavored, from the looks of it. “You have a lovely name, Princess,” he assured her, plucking the delicacy from its resting spot. All that revelry had made him hungry again. “It needs no translation.”

“I’ve learned today that I especially like hearing you say it.”

Mario blinked, the tart in his hand suddenly forgotten.

Peach’s eyes locked onto his and commanded his full attention. She dabbed a cloth napkin at the corners of her mouth, correcting her makeup, and smiled softly. A feeling not dissimilar to his earlier air-deprived pain returned, as though his entire abdomen were being tied into knots like a big balloon animal, though he knew for a fact he was still breathing.

“You needn’t be so formal all the time, you know,” she said. When she set her napkin back onto the table, she looked once more as she always did: perfect, as though she were carved of marble. “You are my friend.”

Was that… an invitation? Mario gulped at the thought. He knew full-well how Peach cherished him, and she in turn knew he loved her just as much (and then some, but that she would never learn about, he’d decided long ago). But she was still… and he was just…

“I’ll… keep that in mind,” he finally said, nervously glancing back to his tart, “Princess.”

The silence that fell between them as he chewed wasn’t uncomfortable, per say, but it felt oddly heavy. Something in Peach’s smile changed, and she glanced down as well. But before he had time to analyze what that change was or why it made his chest feel tight all of a sudden, she reached for the teapot sitting beside the tray.

“Now,” she said, leaning forward to fill Mario’s half-empty cup, “walk me through that last one again, please?”

Mario raised an eyebrow, because speaking through a mouthful of lemon curd would be unbecoming. He wondered for a moment if a bout of such poor manners might make Peach laugh again.

Peach struggled through a few syllables as she refilled her own cup: “Eel-mee-oh, um, ah-mee…”

Mario made a noise of understanding, swallowing the last bite of tart and wiping the crumbs from his mustache. If he couldn’t hear her laugh again yet, he could at least hear her still-untrained accent, and that was almost as good. “Il mio amico Mario,” he started, initiating a call-and-response sort of game. And when she learned what she was saying, she laughed once more, a sound Mario knew he would be addicted to by day’s end.

Maybe one day he could return the boldness she’d shown in teasing him today. Maybe one day he could accept that invitation, could call her la mia amica Peach instead of la principessa, could really and truly feel he deserved her presence, her companionship, her friendship.

One day, maybe.

#super mario #smb #mario #princess peach #mareach #mario x peach #at long last! mareach fluff #with a tiny sprinkling of angst there at the end because I can't help myself #I'd like to thank Reverso Context for personally saving my sanity and assuring me the Italian is (probably and mostly) correct #peaches' fancy fics #fanfic

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renthony · 2 years

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Entirely too many people erase the contributions of Ian Jones-Quartey to Steven Universe.

I'm definitely not saying there aren't criticisms to be made about SU'S handling of race--there ARE--but I am saying that way too fucking many people insist that Steven Universe is "a white woman's show" when Rebecca Sugar is a nonbinary Jewish person and Ian Jones-Quartey is a bi Black man from an immigrant Ghanaian family, and those things have a massive impact on the way the characters are written.

Nanefua Pizza is directly based on Theodosia Salome Okoh, Ian Jones-Quartey's grandmother and the designer of Ghana's flag. The Pizzas are directly based on Ian Jones-Quartey's experiences and loved ones. Garnet's design and personality are based on the Black women in Ian's life. Ruby and Sapphire are directly based on Ian and Rebecca's relationship.

And that's not even getting into the contributions and influence of the cast members of color, or the fact that there were other people of color in the writers' room.

But somehow this gets erased and ignored for the sake of "SU is a white woman's bad show" discourse.

Idk man, I just feel like if we're going to commit to talking about SU's portrayal of racial issues, we gotta stop pretending that it is solely the work of "a white woman."

#original post

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gemsbuild · 16 days

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3d ago

Bi-Color Sapphire

Source: Gemsbuild.com

#sapphires #bi colored sapphires #loose gemstones #high jewelry #luxury jewelry #fine jewelry #crystals #minerals #gemstones #gemology

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gemville · 1 year

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Bi-Coloted Sapphires by Caleb B. Quashen

Source: diamondoodles.com

#caleb b quashen #sapphires #bi colored sapphires #loose gemstones #high jewelry #luxury jewelry #fine jewelry #gemville

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captainkurosolaire · 6 months

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Profile ~ Judas Caesar

☼ Roots ☼

話 "Wind against your back and a stab to the very fate's front." 話 - Full Name: Judas Caesar - Namesday: 3rd Umbral Moon of the 30th Sun - Blood Type: A - Patron Sign: Halone, The Fury. - Gender: Male - Nationality: Island-Born, "Aldeia" - Age: 31 Summers - Height: 6 Fulms 1 Ilms - Weight: 220 Ponze - Build: Athletic Muscular / Lean / Proportional - Voice: ~ (Ref) - Debut Chapter: Passion's Twist - Ancestry: Royal Bloodline - Race: Hyur: Midlander - Clan: Aldeian - Crew Role: First Crewmate

✯ Core✯

- Alignment: Story-Dependent - Sexuality: Bi - Marital Status: Single - (10) - Personality Traits: Hardworking, Strategic, Reserved, Diplomatic, Deceptive, Disciplined, Inscrutable, Earnest, Conscientious, Caring. - (0-6) - Most Potent Qualities: Strategic, Reserved, Disciplined, Inscrutable, Stoic, Deceptive. - Quirks : Overly Tense, Gets to the Point, Workaholic, Has a Burdensome Goal. Former Betrayer. Questionably Trustworthy. - Weaknesses: Stressed. Anxious. Nearly Impossible to read; Poker Face. Quite serious to a fault. Will work himself to death. Or suffer deprivation. Terrible luck. Distant at First. Sleep Acne, Night Terrors. - Appearance: Striking golden-locks, and sapphire hues, strapping in every-sense a royal model from a glimpse appearance, being quite dashing and pretty often serves against him being unusual in piracy, most can identify he's worth-something; if nothing else a slave or potential blackmail. Even when he's most-rugged and unkempt he's got few blemishes or mismanaged pores. He's exquisitely blessed as if sculpted by the favor of some Goddess. Often adorns himself with little to no-jewelry outside large earrings as memento for when got his ears-pierced alongside his childhood sister in bonding. He dresses primarily like everyday fellow-rogue. Gloves are a must to have donned and always wears sleeved-apparel, he's no-preference on color of attire, but does fancy tight-clothing that are snug against his frame that compliment his build. - Scars: Distinguished Left-Eye Scar, Chest Scar (Faded) - Tattoos: (Left-Hand) Strange Crest. - Piercings: Ears - Primary Residence: Worldly Finder - Wealth: Decent Enough, (Doesn't have claim of Inheritance currently.) - Achievements: Survived near Death from Eternal Sona Flower while also vanquishing the Voidsent dwelling within the Relic; that invades attempts to corrupt the host. Overwhelming it with his sheer ambitious willpower (humanoid spirit). Cowardly Escaped his Home Providence at the behest of his Sister and Mother becoming ensnared and damned by the tyrannical King. Took under an alias known as Parabellum and terrorized as a Slaving-Captain. Until brought to his sense by Solaire. Judas is very gifted at manipulation and portraying himself as another identity quite easily to an unrecognizable-degree, frightening-so. Performs exceptionally well under high-tense situations. Won three champion-cups in Jousting Junior tournaments. - Influence: Runaway Prince of Aldeia First and earliest, Crewmate of the Goldbrand since Captain's reign. - 5 Foods: Lobster, Peppers, Bread, Meatloaf, Stews. - 5 Drinks: Beer, Water, Lemonade, Wine, Ale. - Profession: Diplomatic, Jury-Rigger, Ambassador, Cleaner, Orderly, Negotiator, Delegating, Athletics, Theatrics, Espionage, Manipulation, Planning, Calculating, Analytics, Academic, Horseback Riding. - Hobbies: Juggling, Ballroom Dancing, Organist, Pianist, Calisthenics, Fencing, Acting, Espionage, Puzzles, Hingashi Checkers, Ishgardian Chess, Memory Games. - Experiences: Survivor, Decipher (Maps/Scrolls), EOD Specialist, Planner, Diplomat, Noble, Rogue, Smuggling, Slaving, Strategist, Piracy, Thievery, Espionage. - Favorite Color: Royal Blue - Language: Eorzean Fluently - Prior Mentors: Father, Mother, Older Sister, Kingdom Retainer, Various Instructors.

❤ Relations❤

☝ Allies: (Major Supporters / Family / Friends) Wild Crew TBA ☟ Antagonists: (Rivals - Enemies) Aldeian King - Primary Antagonist Crewmate's Dream & Loyalty Mission: Reclaim his birthplace and siege a near impenetrable castle fortress from a 8th Warlord of the Seas, Tyrannical Devil King. Relationship w/ Captain: (OOC Commentary) Captain serves as sort of a Merlin to a young Arthur to Judas. Searching to guide ferry him to an unfathomable enchanting place but with many perils and difficulty. Judas betrayed Captain in belief of aiding and strengthening him being one of the First people Captain really valued and loved, to turn against him, but Captain was at the time-spinning, losing sight, becoming directionless, acting reckless, if someone tried to stay and be led by that, it's just being condemned with slavery, awaiting pointless death and countless ire of peers. It was easier to betray and cause a mutiny and put-out that fire. There's a chance, Captain could've survived the ordeal and learn from it, forcefully. They've a violently strong-platonic relationship that is more intense than most romances. The former-transgressions always cracks their bridge as-if walking on thin-ice, making them second-guess each-other, things, goals. Trust is the hardest thing to heal, earn-back, forgiveness is not an overnight thing. Both of them made a young-vow-bond to another that cannot be factored out. Judas swears he'll be the wind to Captain's sails, back. While Captain assured he'll be the one who ferries Judas back home and reclaim its Sunlight gathering enough might and influence to overcome the daunting impossible journey they've together. Mount: Mix-Breed Stallion named Griffin. Pets: N/A (Unless count the Black Cat -,-)

❀ Prowess❀

Job: Battle Architect

Judas's Moveset

Wind Aspect: Manipulates air for various usages. His wind control is extremely limited in dry climates only able to use his inner aether. If under too much strain, or sleep-deprived his ability to formulate or spin the wind into his favor can backfire or slack. Most wind-maneuvers he operates, will wound him with recoil-damage, having to bind himself to the same fate. Flight: Using his wind-magic, can fly, levitate, glide to a degree but at the accost of intense concentration, focus, and stamina. He must be well-nourished and healthy, otherwise could plummet to his death. Current-Change: Can localize the change of wind towards his favor or direction freely. If the breeze is coming from the West, he can change it to the East, locally, etc. Insinuation: By funneling wind build up in often scoundrel favored tight-clothing and apparel he wears, Judas can trap air and save it, or balloon himself before blows to absorb impacts, or use that build-up like a leaf-blower to unleash powerful torrent-gusts. Kamikaze Attachment: A particular aetherial made wire that comes laced from his heart linked between an advisory. He can detonate this between them. Activating this lethal-technique, is extremely life-threatening and at the very-most, will cut about Five Years off his lifespan. Howling Dirks: Gyrating-high pressured razor-winds he can hurl projectiles (knives) at velocities that are equivalent to high-pressured bullets. Tornado Fists: Can form intense wind around his fists to forearms, that will rip at his own skin; until bone, but allow him to deliver devastating blows. Duplication: Instantly forges identical knives-sized objects or smaller up to one-three but only per a day. Due to his Crest often concealed underneath gloves. Thread Control: Uses specially near-invisible wires to fight with, creating trip-wires, bindings, that can be enhanced, altered or bend using his wind-aspect. Pick-Up-Delivery: Manifesting wind he can make small-vortex bulbs, that will haul items, projectiles, fallen weaponry scattered and from a battlefield he can disperse things to comrades or himself. Proficiency: Wires, Daggers, Swords, Explosives, Poison, Hand to Hand, Lances. Signature: Demon Trap: Judas attempts to build a spider-web overtime using his wires and will throw around feints, facade attacks, dodging, fighting extremely cowardly. Allowing his opponent to even deliver-blows if necessary until his masterpiece art is crafted. Once his opponent is ensnared, he'll swing wires laced from fingertips, unleashing various cuts all over the opponent from his wires. If that doesn't finish them. He'll send-wind currents through his own wires, should any be still hooked into his opponent, he can drain their very-blood due to the multiple-cuts, from his opponent in a extremely-lethal finish until they're deprived of all their blood, oxygen, life, power. ~ Finishers ~ Limit Break One: N/A Limit Break Two: N/A Limit Break Three: N/A

⚝ Equipment ⚝

Main Arms: Aetheric-Fiber-String-Wires, Steel-Woven Wires, Small-Knives, Poison Coated Wires, Living Detonation Wire. Pouch Containers: Small vials of various poisons. First Aid Kit Small Pouch of Gil (25k) Heirloom Lipstick Multiple Knives/Dirks concealed on his person. (6)

#Judas Caesar #ToG #TWC #1.0 #Edit this with Gifs and Screenshots in a bit #Trying to get these done daily #Working on perfecting this and make the perfect Template #Got like 19 of these to do >_@ Only Crewmates I think I'll do #Can release a Template for others to do but cut out the Crew stuff once I think I've gotten every coverage #We're making our own shows around here anymore #Crew Profile Sheets

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pathetic-sapphic · 7 hours

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Fanfiction prompt for @arcanefans4gaza and the generous donor @andyloveskyalin on Twitter!

Thank you so much for donating!

You're Too Sweet For Me

Content tags: Grayson x Cassandra Kiramman, young AU, bi cassandra x lesbian butch grayson, fluff, picnic date

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It's not often that either of them have a chance to slip away unnoticed.

With Cassandra's family constantly putting pressure on her as the heir, and Grayson's academic studies taking up most of her time, both young women can usually only meet for a short rendezvous. However, they finally both manage to steal away a couple of hours to see one another, to bask in their innocent affections. A lovely, sprawled out garden stretches around them, very unlike the ones found in the rest of Piltover.

This garden might as well act as an echo of their love. The flowers are vibrant in color, the weeds and plants untamed and the whole place seems to be buzzing with life. A distant trickle of water can be heard, but neither have made the effort to find the source of the sound.

It's a warm spring day, a soft breeze blowing to quell the heat caused by the sun.

Cassandra and Grayson are situated on the grass, a picnic blanket sprawled out under them as they lie next to one another. The food is set aside for the moment, forgotten as the couple is busy soaking in each other's warmth and presence, after days spent apart due to the ever-persistent duties.

Cassandra's eyes are closed, a small smile on her face as she enjoys a rare moment of reprieve. Grayson would find it a shame, to be unable to see the sapphires resting behind her beloved's eyelids, if Cassandra didn't look so utterly relaxed. No matter how many times she looks at her, Cassandra's beauty will never fail to amaze her. The way her brown curls frame her sharp face, an almost cold beauty to her features. And the way the purple sundress gathers around her tall, slim body makes Grayson shiver. Grayson herself is wearing simple loose pants and a white blouse, the top of it unbuttoned, partly for comfort, partly because she knows it makes Cassandra's head spin, as much as she tries to hide it.

It's a rare sight, one which Grayson seldom takes for granted. Everyone knows how serious and stern Cassandra tries to appear. Loyal to a fault towards the ones she loves and dedicated to securing her family's legacy above everything else. She never shows weakness, never lets anyone see her break down or hear her complain.

Except for Grayson.

Grayson, who is her rock, a shoulder to cry on and knight in shinning armor. Cassandra's love and appreciation towards her are silent but all-encompassing.

Even a gaze from her can make Grayson stumble and trip over her own feet like a fool. She would never reveal this, but one of the biggest motivations for Grayson's enrollment into the Enforcer Academy was so that her place next to Cassandra's side is secured. So that she can protect her.

Grayson knows that their love may be fleeting, but every day she prays that she's wrong. That whoever might be listening and gazing upon them could grant the small mercy of allowing them to love freely, forever.

She utters that silent prayer, pressing a soft kiss against Cassandra's forehead, causing the latter to let out a small hum.

Cassandra reaches up to tangle a hand into the material of Grayson's shirt, pulling her down until she can feel her breath against her lips.

''Kiss me properly, my dear.'' Cassandra utters softly, but without lenience, and Grayson, the lovesick fool that she is, happily obliges.

Grayson leans down so her body hovers over Cassandra's, her strong arms caging her in as they kiss. Grayson lets out a small groan as her girlfriend's graceful fingers bury themselves in her thick, short hair, tugging softly.

Eventually, they both pull away, their faces flushed and breaths shaky. Sitting up, they decide to leave the more passionate activities for later, and use this rare opportunity to watch the sunset. Grayson starts taking out some of the food they brought along. Cookies, mini sandwiches, iced tea and of course, Cassandra's favorite, strawberry cheesecake, are sprawled out on the blanket in a matter of minutes.

Upon noticing the attention to detail that Grayson paid to her beloved's likes and dislikes, Cassandra presses a grateful kiss against her cheek, leaving a soft pink lipstick imprint in her wake.

''You're always so good to me, my love.'' Cassandra coos in Grayson's ear, wrapping her arms around her waist and nuzzling her nose against Grayson's neck.

''Only because you deserve it.'' Grayson replies in that gravely, deep voice. One that never fails to make Cassandra's stomach burst with butterflies.

They giggle softly, admiring one another's lovesick look in their eyes. How wonderful it is to be so young and have a person who makes you forget about the rest of the world, even for just a single afternoon.

So, they eat, they joke and they laugh, they share kisses, they revel in longing looks and soft touches.

At one point, Grayson dozes off for a bit, giving Cassandra the perfect opportunity to pick the flowers around them and put the most beautiful ones in Grayson's hair. Grayson's nose scrunches up as she wakes up from the short nap, noticing that her head is now resting in her beloved's lap.

''Trying to make a bouquet out of my head?'' She asks in a hoarse voice, her lips instantly forming a smile when Cassandra chuckles shyly in return, embarrassed at being caught.

Grayson slowly sits up, careful not to make the flowers fall out as her eyes search for a specific flower. She spots a lone chrysanthemum and picks it up with gentle fingers before taking Cassandra's soft, manicured hand in her own calloused one. Grayson frowns slightly in concentration as she struggles to tie the stem of the flower around Cassandra's ring finger. Once she's done, she presses a gentle kiss against Cassandra's knuckles, a kiss of devotion.

''I swear that one day, I'm going to put a real ring there.'' She whispers, looking up to meet her beloved's eyes, which are shinning with tears. ''You know that I always make good on my promises.''

Unable to utter any words, Cassandra simply picks out one of the flowers in Grayson's hair, only to then take her hand and do the same.

''A promise for a promise, my love.'' She whispers, returning the gesture and sealing it with a kiss.

The sun has long since set, but they remain.

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