#chain spiral necklace

[streetmaille]

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[a-little-unsteddie]

stuck in your throat || 1.4

1.1 | 1.2 | 1.3 | [here] | 1.5

!! this part has been one of the ones j was looking forward to posting the most wjdhsh i hope y’all enjoy! next part will be posted on christmas! i will also be posting it to ao3 then!

Steve hadn’t heard from the mysterious client come Saturday morning, and to say he was stressing out about it would be an understatement. He knew that they’d be meeting at 2pm at a café called Byers’ Brew, as an email from Chrissy had confirmed, but that was it. He had no idea what to expect when he got there.

Steve could only assume that the client was a (single?) alpha, with full-time custody of a pup, because Steve figured if it was an omega, they’d have chosen an alpha to balance it out. Or, if they weren't single, then they would have hired a beta, if they hired anyone at all. Probably rich, seeing as they traveled a lot. But maybe they were just an extremely busy couple and those assumptions could be wrong.

Steve had no idea.

Bzzt. Bzzt.

Steve whipped his head to where his phone had vibrated with a text notification. He picked his phone up and unlocked it as fast as he could, fumbling with it enough to almost knock it out of his hands entirely.

###-###-#### [10:21]: hello, this is eddie. chrissy told me to message you. see you at 2

Steve furrowed his eyebrows at the message, but figured maybe this ‘Eddie’ wasn’t all that into texting and tried to brush off how stilted the message seemed.

steve h [10:22]: hello! it’s good to hear from you, eddie. looking forward to meeting you. :)

Steve hoped his message didn’t come off as rude or too casual, but there was no way of knowing how Eddie would interpret his tone. He just hoped that it landed somewhere in the ‘positive’ range of interpretations.

He didn’t receive another message, which caused his anxiety to spike. He tried to shake it off, and repeated a mantra that Robin had come up with to help ease his spiraling thoughts. Eventually, he was able to calm down enough to start getting ready for the interview.

Steve showered, did a skin and hair care routine that put many beauty youtubers to shame, and tried on about half his closet before settling on the outfit he had set aside the night before. It consisted of a yellow sweater, paired with skinny blue jeans, Robin would call the whole thing a ‘classic Steve’ type of outfit. He paired it with a blue and white beaded necklace he had gotten online and a silver chain necklace with his grandmother’s ring, as well as a bracelet that one of his pups had made him that was good to fidget with when he was anxious. He wore some mascara and lipgloss, but otherwise didn’t put a lot of effort into doing makeup.

Before he knew it, the time had come for Steve to make his way to the café to meet Eddie. He pulled out his phone to pull up directions, even though he’d been to Byers’ Brew many times in the past, he was anxious that he was going to go the wrong direction unless he was actively looking at the map showing him going in the correct direction. He was surprised to see a message from Eddie.

eddie (boss?) [13:23]: see you soon

steve h [13:27]: leaving now! :)

Once he was done responding, Steve opened the maps app and entered in the address to the café before he headed down to the street. The café was a fifteen minute walk if he was taking his time, so he knew he had plenty of time to arrive. He hoped that it would leave a good impression that he showed up early, and wouldn’t come across as desperate. Even if he was, a little bit.

Eddie didn't need to know that.

Ever since his parents cut him off for going to school to study teaching instead of settling down with Tommy, Steve had been relying on Robin to support them both financially. She was just able to keep them afloat while he did school and had one part time job that paid shit.

Steve was done relying on others to pay for his spot in the world, he was ready to be able to pay for his half of the utilities and groceries and have left over for leisure.

Steve walked briskly towards Byers’ Brew, the chilly air of January biting his nose. Maybe he should have worn a scarf, but he hadn’t thought about it before he left, and now he was almost to the café, so he might as well suffer the rest of the walk. He kept his head down, avoiding eye contact with everyone he was passing, it also had the added benefit of kind of conserving warmth.

He just wanted to get to the café as quickly as possible to get out of the cold. The temperature wasn’t even that low, Steve just had poor circulation that caused him to run cold, even during the hottest months of the year.

He pushed the door to Byers’ Brew open and couldn’t help but smile as the warm air and smell of coffee greeted him. He took a deep breath in and walked to the counter, greeted by the youngest Byers, Will, who was friends with Dustin. He was an omega, which surprised approximately no one when he presented.

“Steve! Hello,” Will said with a bright smile and Steve returned the greeting warmly. “Your usual? It’s been a while since you’ve been in, mom was worried you’d forgotten about us,” he teased, already keying in the code for the large iced chai with maple flavoring into the machine.

“The usual would be great,” Steve agreed, pulling out his card to pay. “I’ve been busy with finals, I finally got my license to teach.”

“That’s awesome!” Will enthused, moving to start making Steve’s order immediately, as he was one of the only customers in the café. He grinned in agreement, and dropped a few dollar bills into the tip jar.

“Thanks, Will.”

Steve took a cursory look around the café in an attempt to find the mysterious client. He glanced at the clock located above the register and hummed, he was still ten minutes early, so it was more than likely he had arrived first.

“I’m here for an interview, actually,” Steve told Will as he took out his phone to message Eddie.

steve h [13:51]: i’m here! wearing a yellow sweater, in the far left front table.

“Oh? What for?” Will asked, sliding the cup over to Steve once he was done making it.

“A traveling nanny and tutor!” he responded excitedly as he grabbed the chai tea.

“That’s, like, perfect for you,” Will enthused with a grin. “You’re gonna be great!”

“I haven’t got the job, yet,” the older omega responded with a laugh.

Will shrugged, “You did great watching us.”

“Thanks, Will,” he said with a soft smile. He waved as he walked to the table he had told Eddie he’d be at and waited.

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[lnfours]

could I req something with lando & gf reader going to club/party (those recent pics got me thinking…) and reader is like drunk out of her mind and such and he just helps her and brings her home and to bed 🙃🫶

i was so hungover from halloween parties this weekend and so this is me coping 🙏

THE PICTURES HAVE SENT ME INTO A SPIRAL, ANON.

but i hope your hangover gets better ☹️ hopefully this helps 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

lando brainrot? lando brainrot.

“you should wear necklaces more often,” you mumbled, slurring some of your words as your hands moved to the chains draped around his neck. his neck and the jewelry fully on display for the world to see as he left the top few buttons of his shirt undone.

he chuckled, his hand wrapped around your middle as he steadied you against his side in the elevator, “yeah? you think so?”

you two had decided earlier on in the night to go out to one of the clubs in the city to spend halloween. you had met up with a few of his friends, which led to you taking one too many shots.

and now here you are, drunkly fidgeting with the chains around your boyfriends neck and thinking about what they’d look like dangling in front of your face.

you nodded, eyes meeting his as the elevator dinged, letting you know you passed another floor, “mmhm.”

his fingers brushed away a strand of hair from your face, “whatever you want, baby.”

#UGH #mail time #lando norris x reader #lando norris #ln4 #ln4 x reader #ln4 imagine #lando norris x reader imagine #new moon

[fantasy-anatomy-analyst]

quick orc tusk update

(image description: a digital portrait of a very old orcish man, in a side profile bust. His white-gray hair is braided, and he has multiple piercings on his face. His tusks are large and curled into circular shapes, creating a full loop with the tips moving up above his pig-like snout. The tusks have simple metal cuffs around them, connected with short tight chains. end description.)

having done more research, I decided I was being far too tame with my orc tusks. Here's a photo of a real boar tusk with the root intact:

(image description: a photo of a boar tusk that almost forms a full circle. The root is about half the circle, covered in dark lines and much thicker than the tip of the tusk. there is a clear line where the tusk emerged from the gums. end description.)

boars, as in male pigs or hogs, have tusks that grow until they die. and sometimes the tusks are the cause of death, because they will curve back and stab the boar right in the face and keep growing. sows, as in the female pigs/hogs, will have tusks that stop growing in adulthood. frequent fights can break the tusks, and the upper jaw tusks that stay shorter actually keep the lower jaw tusks sharpened. which is cool.

this is why domesticated pigs usually have their tusks removed while they're young. the size of that root would make removal extremely difficult later. if you think a wisdom tooth removal is bad, try having that thing taken out of your jaw. ouch.

I have been drawing my orcs with smaller tusks, tastefully small. just big enough to stand out. But I think from here on out I'm going to draw them much bigger and start adding more interesting dental jewelry to show how they got the tusks to grow in specific directions, like how this old orc's tusks have been manipulated into spirals far enough away from his face to keep them from stabbing him.

Of course, there could also be interesting differences between orc cultures. Those that place more value in people who use their tusks, allowing them to break and grow in more natural ways through fights that are considered honorable, social bonding time, even a form of diplomacy through combat. maybe a great warrior would prove their prowess by keeping their many broken tusk tips as a necklace.

and in other orc cultures, perhaps they place more importance in keeping their tusks long and carefully shaped, considering the long tusks to be a sign of wisdom, of someone who thinks more before acting, rather than recklessly solving their problems by force, or they could be a sign of spiritual power.

Neither option is more correct than the other, it just shows the different ways orcs might build their cultures and make their tusks part of their traditions.

#tusks #orcs #my designs #worldbuilding

[yourlocaltreesimp]

could you do yan legend and/or hyrule? i love your writing so much! ❤️

Both? Both.

TW: Yandere and all it’s accompanies (obsession, violence, etc)

Yan!Chain Headcannons

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Hyrule

Really sweet once you first met, definitely one that became your friend before shit began to spiral. The familiarity of his old guide made becoming close friends really easy.

Once he fully realised who exactly you were, however, platonic standards are thrown out the window. Chances are he’s latched to your side, constantly making sure you’re happy and healthy. Lord forbid he found out that you aren’t, he’d spend all his magic fixing your ailments to whatever degree of success before striking down whatever dared try and harm you.

He’ll hold your hand or give you a kiss when you need healing, savouring being the one to hold you

Love languages are probably Physical touch and Acts of service. Making sure to be close to you, to shield you from the horrid world he’s seen. He likes to know you’re close, that you’re there.

Not to say he’s adverse to singing your praises. He’d write hymns and gospels if you asked. Afterall, who was Hylia to think she was divine when you stood right there.

Keeping up my love of Fae!Hyrule he definitely thinks you’re married to some extent

To him, he’s utterly devoted to you, at your beck and call. He’d bring the greatest of warriors, including the very deity that traveled with the chain to their knees if you said the word. The world would burn to ash and yet he’d shield you from the fire if it ment you could be close. He’d fight drove after drove of monsters if it ment he could collapse into your arms at the end. And in turn you give your time and compassion, you grace him with your presence. You let him heal you not that there’s any other option and you let him fawn and you keep his gifts. That’s as good as married to him.

Definitely uses his magic to… pull some strings. Make his words more persuasive, make the colours shine a little brighter, make his words more alluring, make the blood on his clothes less noticeable. Your clothes are enchanted, your jewellery as well. Your food magicked to calm your nerves and ease your heart.

You’ve met his faerie sisters. They love you. They’d riot if you were hurt. They’d tell him if you ran off.

Not to mention that it’s good practice to gift the fae with silver jewellery for safe passage or protection (yeah i mentioned this in a post before, idc). If you so happened to do this, he’s sold. Done for. Any question of his feelings for you? Gone. He’d pierce his ears to don your trinkets, flaunt the necklaces, adore the bracelets. But goddesses above, if you got him a ring? Well my friend, you’ve sealed your fate. He’d flaunt it, proud of his successful courtship, if his divinity being pleased by him. No one can touch it, no damage will come to it, it will be just as pristine as when it was in your hands.

Probably not one to kidnap you per say, but would be confused if you didn’t want to come with him. You gave him your ring, that’s binding to humans isn’t it? Your his and he’s yours. Why would you want to leave? He has everything you want. And anything more you could possibly want, all you’d have to do is utter the words and it’s yours.

For nicknames, Love, Honey, Sweetheart, Flower, a variety of faerie nicknames

Legend

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Off the bat remembered your guidance. While this led to some shakiness in his trusting you. The second he realised you’re real and not some cruel imposter, that too is thrown right out.

Doesn’t spare you from the sarcasm, in fact, he’s right on your nerves. He itches for your own snarky comments and blows. Itches for your voice and your attention.

Again with the enchanted jewellery. Earrings, necklaces, bracelets, rings, whatever it is that you want, it’s yours. No questions asked.

Sleeps on you… and odd headcannon, but sprawls out completely over you like a starfish whenever he needs to sleep.

Love language is Quality time and Gift giving. Quietly letting you braid his hair or run errands side by side, getting you rings and clothes. Picking flowers to bring back to you while he’s on patrol. The quiet things. Lest someone find out his moth eaten heart still beats.

Protective to a T. Literally feral. Will bite a man.

Snide comments? Only from him, watch your back. Dirty look? Pulling you close and glaring right back. Directly rude? Hope you have enough rupees to foot a medical bill (do they have those? do now.) But if you’re the unlucky soul that lay a hand on his heart? I hope you have good locks.

Definitely keeping up with the long lived headcannon that animal traits stick to their respective people. Will make a home for you if you happen to land in his Hyrule. Idealises the quiet life with you, getting the life he never got. Loving parents, kids *cough* breeding kink *cough* , happy life, free of Hylia’s trials and falling through his own reality.

Would probably kidnap you, he isn’t loosing again. His poor heart, battered and beaten as it is won’t just let you walk out. Nope. Not on his watch. He knows every forest, every cave, every home in every village. You’re not going to up and leave him again.

Nicknames: Babe, Love, Beloved on special occasions

Not really one for using pet names infront of others, not until there’s a competition for your favour.

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[jasperthehatchet]

Some necklaces and bracelets I made a while ago. Thought I'd post them here for solarpunk aesthetic week 🌿☀️🌻🌿

[Image ID: the first image is of three bracelets. One made of three silver metal beads in between one reddish wood bead (thats the pattern), the second is completely made out of safety pins and the last one is made of green wooden oval beads that I weaved yarn through to connect them so they all lay vertically next to each other.

The next image is of a large piece of twine layered over itself, a necklace, with random colorful glass, wood and metal beads scattered all throughout it about an inch apart from each other. They're held in place on the twine with knots so they don't slide around.

The third image is a necklace with a light colored leather cord, with varying colors and shapes of wooden beads on both sides of the pendant. The pendant is an aged gold colored metal sun with a black crystal center. The colors of the beads include dark brown, light brown and in between, with two different sized sphere shapes and lighter tube shaped ones.

The fourth image is of two necklaces almost identical to each other. Both have five small wood beads on both sides of the pendants near the bottom, and multiple small green wood beads tied onto the thin twine cord almost an inch apart from each other. Both pendants are smooth stones, one is a yellow triangle shape and one is a dark grayish blue sharp tooth shape.

The next necklace is on a light colored leather cord. The pendant is a light pink jade donut shaped stone and the beads are varying sizes of wooden beads that are light brown and green with some metal ones in there. The bead closest to the pendant at the bottom holding both sides of the cord together is a white plastic bead with a black spiral design and there are two metal tube beads splitting the cord into two sections, then the rest of the beads are strung up from there

The final necklace is made of varying colors and shapes of steampunk gears. There are bronze, silver and green oxidized copper ones all about the size of a quarter. Some are a little bigger than that. They're all attached to each other in a chain linked together with large silver jump rings and the part that hangs it from the neck is made of silver necklace chain. End ID]

And here's two soda tab arm cuffs I made as well

[Image ID: two images of large bracelets/arm cuffs I weaved out of silver aluminum soda tabs, using black cord. I don't really know how to describe how I made them but it's the same method people use to make soda tab belts as well. End ID]

I have a hard time describing things or wording stuff correctly so I hope my image descriptions are sufficient. If anyone reading my posts can do better, please don't be afraid to add more detailed ones in the reblogs or comment, I will reblog them and/edit my posts to add them as well <3

#solarpunk #solarpunk aesthetic #solarpunk aesthetic week #solarpunk fashion #solarpunk diy #diy #ecopunk #hopepunk #sustainable fashion #sustainability #recycling #jewelry making #jewelry #punk #punk fashion #hatchet makes stuff

[aftersamu]

HUSH HUSH PAIRING: suna x gn!reader TAGS: fooling around in secret / almost getting caught

this is a lot different to what i have written before, but this idea came up in my head and i wanted to write it out and see where it goes. and i hope u all enjoy this more matured, exploration, era of my writing &lt;3

suna isn't really friend. he's more of a friend of a friend, a person who shares a similar friend group, a counter part sort of extension from your friend group.

meaning, you see each other at parties, general hangouts, and are on the same group chat. other than that, there hasn't been much interaction between the two of you.

until a month ago.

maybe it was the alcohol, the ambiance of the party, or they way your eyes met from across the room. he was there, behind the makeshift bar at kuroo's house party alone. and you had run out of people to talk to, so you approached him.

the conversation was light, shared a round of shots, and nobody had their eyes on either of you. the talking, light touches on his arm, it all resulted in the two of you walking off together into the bathroom.

it was meant to be a one time thing.

something that was fuelled by the lack of inhibition, and the effects of vodka and tequila running through your bloodstream.

then again, once was clearly not enough.

as now, your roommate, your best friend is out of the house and suna's over like he has been for almost every week since the party. every time you're home alone, he comes over.

you could say it's a poor lack of judgement, or a questionable moment in your life, but god has the past month been fun. the sneaking around behind your friends' backs, the stolen glances, the text messages, the entire package.

you've never felt so alive before. this whole idea of secrecy, something kept between the two of you, as cheesy as it sounds, it's fucking incredible.

pressed against the bedroom wall, legs wrapped around his waist and hands running through brunette hair. there is an urgency. One that is desperate, hungry, lustful, and passionate, as your fingers lace themselves through his hair. his hands at the underside of your thighs holding you up.

"how long will your roommate be gone for?" he murmurs,

"a while, we have time." you pull his mouth to yours, paying little attention to the possibility of anyone returning anytime soon.

your hands trail down his torso, reaching for the hem of his shirt. your touch on his skin sends shivers down his spine, nevertheless, he obliges.

legs dropping to the floor as he pulls the black tee over his head, tossing it across the room before kissing you stronger, desperate, like he's fighting to memorise the feel of your lips together.

god, he's making you crazy, a pile of want, and addiction that sends a person spiralling out of control. his fingers wrap themselves around your necklace, pulling lightly at the thin rusting chain, as a hand is placed on the wall beside you.

your fingers wrapped around the belt loop of his jeans.

it's a routine at this point. the rush, the insatiable feeling of having him so close, the buildup that you chase every time he comes over.

then... a door slams, the jingle of keys work in harmony to the frustrated mumbling echoing off the halls. foot steps approach the bedroom door, a voice calls out your name in a frustrated groan.

alarms ring in your mind as you push the boy off, pinning him against the wall, with a hand over his mouth as you fix your tank top before running a hand through your hair to hide the mess.

you pull open the door, leaning against the frame, a hand still placed on suna's mouth. "what's going on?" you ask, pretending that there isn't a secret hookup right next you, "i thought you had a hair appointment."

trying your best to sound calm, nonchalant, yet sympathetic and caring all at the same time.

"i know, but i called the salon to confirm, and guess what!" they rant, standing out in the hall, one inch away from stepping forward and seeing the hidden body behind the wall.

"what?"

"they told me they couldn't secure my place because i didn't make a deposit!" they exclaim, "first of all, they never told me to make a deposit, nor sent me the bank details."

"that's so fucked!" you say, "how much was the deposit?"

"fifty! fifty fucking dollars, for a stupid deposit to make sure i show up!" they yell, "these hair salons are getting greedy nowadays. and now i'm in a terrible mood!"

"hey, look, i've got a friend that works at a salon downtown." you say, "i'll give 'em a call and see if i can get you an appointment today, will that make you feel better?"

"will you do that?" they sigh of relief, "because if you can that would be amazing! i've got an important work dinner tonight and i want to look good."

"oh, yeah totally, let me go call them right now." you assure, quickly closing the door and leaning against the wood.

suna moves your hand from his lips, "so, are our plans cancelled or what?" he jokes.

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for calling my mother and MIL selfish, insecure, pieces of shit over a friend's necklace?

Some background: I, 25F, just married the love of my life, who we'll call J.

I was introduced to J in our junior year of high school by our mutual friend, who we'll call G. G has always been a super important person to us. She is one of our best friends, and the three of us are very close. She was actually the first person we told when we started dating. We are both pretty protective over G, as she is autistic and has crippling anxiety and struggles a lot day to day. She was actually living with us when this story occurred because she had been spiraling on her own, and her parents lived too far for her to commute to her work from their house. She's been in therapy for years and has been doing a lot better than when we first met her, but we still tend to be pretty protective over her, as she has very few friends besides us. We often joke that she's our practice kid because she goes everywhere with us and has a complete lack of common sense despite being one of the smartest people I know.

In the last week of our junior year, J gave me, G, and another friend of his, necklaces that he made. They were nothing fancy, just pieces of rocks that he carved (?) and tied a string around, but G loved it. It acted as a reminder that she had people who cared about her when her anxiety spiked, and she's worn it almost every day for the last 9 years, to the point where J replaced the string with a thin chain because it broke from use. It's a comfort item, and wearing it is part of her routine.

Another important thing to note is that J and I both have pretty bad relationships with all of our parents. Both of our parents are messily divorced, and the only ones we visit regularly are my dad and stepmom. We still decided to invite all of them to the wedding and involve our mom's in the wedding party to avoid drama, and because some small part of me still wanted my mom to be involved in my wedding like a real parent.

Shortly before our wedding, I was talking to my mom and J's mom in our kitchen about some details for the wedding party and the bridesmaid and groomsmen accessories. I made a joke that no matter what we picked, G would be wearing her necklace. They wanted to know what I meant, and while I was explaining, G came into the kitchen to grab a snack. (Side note: neither of them like G, and my mom in particular has made several abelist comments in the past about her stimming or lack of social awareness) When I was done, my mom turned to G and asked if she was going to wear it at our wedding. Confused, G said yes, and my mom lost it. She called her disrespectful and accused her of trying to break up me and J because J gave her that necklace, and it was bad manners to wear a present from the groom or something. J's mom backed her up and said a lot of awful things I won't repeat, but were really abelist, arophobic (G is open about being aromantic), and included several slurs.

I was completely blindsided. I knew they had those awful opinions, but I had never heard them do anything even remotely close, and I sat there stunned at first until G started to cry and hyperventilate (she has trauma around situations similar to this, and she was already on edge because of a recent death in her family). When that happened, it was like a switch flipped. I got between G and my mom, who at this point had gotten out of her seat and was getting close to G. I told them both to get out, and when they refused I told them they were selfish, insecure, pieces of shit, that they had no right to say any of that to G, and that just because they couldn't keep their husband's didn't mean they had any right to interfere and try to create problems where there weren't any.

At this point, J came home and saw G panicking and immediately reacted. He told our moms to leave, and this time, they left. After they left, it took us almost 2 hours to calm G down from her panic attack, and the whole time, I was boiling with rage over the interaction. After she fell asleep, I told J what had happened. He was completely on my side, and we even discussed banning them from the wedding unless they apologized. G has been far more supportive of us than they have been, and if I had to choose, I would rather have her by my side on my wedding day. Ultimately, we let G decide since she was the one they went after, and she said she would be okay, so they came to the wedding and thankfully didn't mention the necklace at all. However, they told our respective families what happened, and I've been getting texts from family members telling me I went too far in bringing up their divorces, and that I should apologize, especially since the fight was over something as small as a necklace.

I don't think I was wrong to defend G, but I know I tend to overreact in situations where she is involved, and J is as bad as I am. So, AITA?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[lemonofthevalley]

alice dyer amiright

[ID: a digital drawing of the character alice dyer. she has a peachy skintone, with a ginger mullet and grey-green eyes. alice has side burns, as well as some arm hair and partial facial hair that are all a darker brownish red than the rest of her hair. she is wearing a white tshirt under a beige sweatervest that has white markings in a diagonal pattern, blue jeans, tall white socks, and beige sneakers. alice has a locket and a chain necklace on, and the jewellery is a dingy silver color. she has a small gauge piercing in her ear, as well as a very small skeleton earring. she is lounging backwards, one arm crossed over her stomach and one leg up as if propped up on something. on the hand that is visible in frame, alice has two rings on, and red nail polish. the other arm hangs down and out of the frame. in the background, there is a yellow circle behind her head, similar to a halo. the background is a grey-green similar to alice's eye color, with added blues and greens. the colors are arranged in a spiral around alice, and the centerpoint is alice herself. the colors of the background become more muddled the closer to the centerpoint, and more distinct the further from the centerpoint. /end ID]

#tmagp #the magnus protocol #alice dyer #image id #aliceeeee <3 love her <3 #outfit is inspired by @phillycheesesteakcore 's post :3 #the spiral in the background and the halo do not have anything to do with The Spiral/jesus h christ himself they just look cool #this took me. way too long to finish whoopsies #lmk if i need to edit/change my image id at all i dont write these super often

[bebemoon]

look for the name: LORELEI

@zundar-sama

chloé bat-embellished peplum corset top, a/w 2oo1

tornado mart "c nano" spiral-cut patch lace-up flared jeans + dravynmoor "triquetra armored loin cloth" chain skirt (edited together by me<3)

lolita lempicka black bolero w/ furry stole, c. 199o's

juicy couture "dump him" black leather graffiti shoulder bag, c. 2ooo's

roberto cavalli brown distressed leather point toe booties (styled with necklace)

#lorelei #zundar-sama #outfit #request #name #hope you like ! #y2k warrior #199o's #y2k #chainmail #jeans #corset #fur #tw: fur #coat #bag #footwear #boots #roberto cavalli #my edit #tornado mart #dravynmoor #lolita lempicka #juicy couture #chloé #leather #knight #queue

[childotkw]

Please, I’m fucking begging you, please write that HOTD story. Really, I’m desperate for some excellent stories in this universe, and you are the best writer. Everything you touch is gold. Please 🙏 🙏 🙏 (thank you for all your wonderful stories by the way! You really are the best!! Your stories are absolutely 🔥) have a wonderful day!

You're too sweet to me, darling 🥰🥰 and you're maybe in luck 😉

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“Lucerys Velaryon is alive,” Larys Strong said, and Aemond felt, for a brief moment, as if the stone had vanished beneath his feet.

The very air in the small council room froze, shock stealing the breath from their lungs, before the world resumed and the weight of their collective attention fell on him. Aemond felt the shift, knew that if he turned around he would find every eye fixed on him, but the knowledge failed to pierce the rush of blood in his ears.

“What?” he heard his mother gasp, though it was distant. There was something else – the faint drag of a chain against thick fabric – and Aemond suspected she was clutching at her necklace.

“Whispers have reached my ears,” Larys continued in his usual lilting voice, his own thoughts on these rumours shielded expertly, “that the boy survived his…encounter with Prince Aemond. He has returned to Dragonstone.”

“How?” his grandsire asked, and even he seemed shaken at the news. “How?”

It was a demand this time.

“You said you killed him.”

Aemond turned his head slowly, his focus pulling away from his muddled thoughts until his gaze settled on the older man. There was anger creasing his face, the flustered agitation of someone who could feel himself losing ground, but for once Aemond didn’t care about the traces of accusation laying in that tone.

“I thought I did,” he said.

Alive, his mind hissed. Alivealivealive.

“You said you killed his dragon –” the man began, and Aemond looked away, back to the wall.

“Vhagar tore Arrax in half,” he interjected calmly, his hands clenching rhythmically. “Even if he avoided the bite, he would have fallen over a hundred feet into a raging storm.”

His eyelid fluttered, remembering the spiralling remains of his nephew’s dragon. His gloves, well-worn as they were, creaked quietly over his knuckles.

“Forgive me, grandsire, for assuming Lucerys was mortal.”

He should have died. He should have died.

Aemond inhaled, his chest expanding as the realisation condensed and solidified in his mind – and ridiculously, he had the overwhelming urge to laugh.

“There is more,” Larys stated with deliberate delicateness.

Aemond turned, unable to ignore the growing tug in his navel.

“It is being said that he has claimed Cannibal.”

#anonymous #HOTD #lucerys velaryon #aemond targaryen #lucemond #ruination au #ive never written for GOT before #so we'll see how i go lmao

[streetmaille]

A personalized necklace is the perfect gift for her this Valentine’s Day ❤️🎁  Each strand of this custom DNA pendant is handmade in your choice of colors to make something special just for her. 

Choose your colors here: https://streetmaille.etsy.com/listing/159599113

#DNA chain necklace #streetmaille #unique jewelry #personalized gift #gift for her #valentines gifts #handmade jewelry #custom jewelry #pendant necklace #spiral #chainmail

[coffeefiction]

Love Binds Part 4 ( Wally Darling x Reader)

Here's part 4! Sorry it took a while I have been busy and I just recently got back from a trip!

Hope you guys enjoy!!

"I'm going to go follow them," Wally stated unexpectedly while in conversation with Veronica. When the woman looks up at the moppet, who is already standing, her gaze is filled with confusion. "What?" she asks, puzzled, hoping Wally would clarify.

"I'm going to go follow them," he stated again, as Veronica drank her tea, she asked, "Who?" With reluctance in his voice, he answered, "You know...them?...(Y/N)?" "Are you sure about that?" she asks, only to receive a nod in return. She glanced at Wally, puzzled, before asking, "Why?- Hold on, do you even know where they are?" He hesitated but answered, "I-I think?"

Veronica merely sighs and grins at Wally. "Alright, I'll go with you," she said as she rose up. Wally stares at the woman, perplexed. "What? - Why?" Wally asks, Veronica laughs slightly. "To help you look for them, silly! After all, you do have a bit of a track record of getting confused with the roads," she said, which was true; Wally has a track record of being confused.

"Now wait here; I'm going to go get my stuff; I doubt this will be a short trip," she remarked, prompting Wally to turn away sheepishly. Veronica merely smiles and embraces him firmly before letting go to go home to retrieve some of her belongings.

Wally sighed as he approached his bag in his room. As he entered, he saw a piece of jewelry. He studied it after taking it up: it's a thin chain that extends to the bottom of the sternum that is attached to a little, medium-gold spiral. To put it bluntly, the necklace looks great. Despite the fact that he has no recollection of it being there or having such a thing in the first place. Nonetheless, it looks great, and something in him tells him to wear it, so he does.

The necklace fits him wonderfully in the mirror! It complements his blue sweater vest quite nicely. He fixes his hair; he had it down for who knows how long, and he desperately wants his beloved pompadour back. He knows you wouldn't appreciate seeing him in such a state. Looking like a mess and all.

Grabbing the hairbrush, he began brushing and combing his hair carefully. He picked up his hairspray and began to apply it to his hair. When he inhales the spray, he coughs slightly, but when he looks in the mirror, he thinks he looks okay. He was going to reach for something when he spotted something in the mirror. He stares closely at his reflection, searching for what he saw, though it must have been a trick of the light. But he was certain he saw something in his eyes; perhaps he was imagining.

He collects his stuff and heads downstairs, where he sees Veronica, who appears to be in good spirits. "All set!" she informs Wally. He nodded, and they both walked out, shutting the door behind them. Both talking to one another as they made their way to the car. "I'm a little excited for this trip" Veronica express and Wally smiles, happy to see that his friend is joyful about leaving the neighborhood. " We should stop by at some places to get snacks though," she said, Wally hums and agreed, thinking it might be the best to do so as he's not sure how far away you are, only that he knows where it is and something is nudging him to go there.

They climbed inside the car, putting their belongings in the back seat. "Ready?" Veronica questioned, and he nodded. "Ready,". He starts the car and drove away. The area appeared somewhat foggy, but that may have been due to last night's rain. "It sure is foggy today," he commented, and the woman next to him agreed. "Maybe it's from the rain yesterday," she said, and he nodded. Veronica even believes it's due to the rain.

"Say, shouldn't we tell the others we're leaving?" Veronica questioned, peering out the window to view the misty surroundings. Wally merely drove on. "No, I don't think so; I think I know where they would be, probably a couple of hours from here," he responded, unsure of the distance. 

"But what if they get worried?" Veronica wondered. Wally pauses and responds, "They wouldn't; the drive isn't that far." With uncertainty(?) in her voice, she adds, "Are you sure?" "I think.". He notices her open her mouth to say something, only to have her lips close. They pass the trees that surround the neighborhood, now driving on a highway.

"What if Y/N gets upset? I mean, we're just randomly showing up at their house!" Veronica pointed out after a few minutes of driving. This caused Wally to abruptly halt and slam the brakes on their car. "Jesus!-W̷̨̻͊͘a̶̞̹͂l̴͈̩̆s̴̟̄!-Hey...are you ok?" Veronica ask, worried.  "You're right, w-we....we can't just show up there all of a sudden...." he said sadly, looking down and gripping the stirring wheel tightly, cursing himself for being so stupid. "Maybe we should turn back?" she stated, maybe she's right; maybe they should just turn back and forget about this trip ever existing. Maybe he's just spiraling down and he needs to lie down-No! Wally shook his head.

"No, if they get mad then so be it, neighbor, I...I want to apologize to them for being such a bad friend. It had always been me and them ever since we moved to the same neighborhood. I miss them and I want their company back....and if not, then at least apologizing to them might put me at ease." He said, "And even if they get upset, it's fine! I'll take it all just for them!" Wally is being stupid; he should know that he is.

"You're a stubborn man" she huffs and crosses her arm, Wally chuckles "I-I know, they influence me to be one, I think" he stated. "Are you sure about this?" she questioned, and he nodded, despite the fact that he shouldn't. "If we stop at a gas station, I'll call Barnaby just in case," Veronica added, and Wally had to ponder for a moment about who Barnaby was. He feels stupid for forgetting his nice gray—wait, blue—neighbor. Barnaby was blue. "Are you alright?" Veronica asked, he sighed and replied. "Yeah, don't worry, neighbor," reassuring her.

For a moment, they were followed by silence. Veronica would gaze at Wally, seeing his face shifts into a specific expression, till she eventually questioned, "What's wrong?" Wally simply shrugs and drives on, as if the question does not exist. "Wally, what's wrong?" she questioned once again. "Nothing's wrong, neighbor," he uttered, a little aggressively. "Clearly, there is one; you're making that face when there's something wrong," she pointed out. For a brief period, the two sat in silence again until Wally expressed. "I thought Barnaby was gray; I kind of feel stupid that I thought he was gray," 

 "If it makes you feel any better, I thought Barnaby was yellow, like the necklace I gave you." It didn't.

Wally hums and continues to drive. "Wait, you gave me this?" he asks, motioning to his necklace. "Why yes! I gave it to you before I left, didn't I?" she says, prompting Wally to pause. "I guess...I was sure I found it in my room," he trailed off. "No, I gave it to you; you're just confused as usual," she responded, and Wally sighed. Perhaps she's correct; maybe he's getting things mixed up.

Wally pulled off at a gas station after two hours of traveling. He and Veronica exited the car, with Veronica heading into the convenience store to buy something and maybe phone Barnaby to notify him of their unexpected disappearance. Wally glances around and notices that everything appears to be quiet and foggy. Granted, it had been foggy beforehand, but the fog is more evident, reminding him of loneliness in some ways. (You are alone in this world, there is no one to rely on except the fog that helps dull all the sorrow and despair that exists within oneself, where it is possible to die alone, where it is possible to die alone, where it is possible to die alone, where it is possible to-).

"Wals?" He snapped out of his thoughts upon hearing your voice. Turning around to look, he only saw Veronica. "Are you ready to go?" she asked ever so kindly, and he nodded. Gods, he felt dumb for assuming it was you; he was convinced it was you who had uttered his name. Is he imagining things? Is he confusing Veronica and you? He hopes not; it would be impolite to mistake something for someone who isn't present. "Yeah, let's go," Wally said, getting into the car, fastening his seatbelt, and starting the engine. "Say, neighbor," he trailed off, "did you inform Barnaby about us leaving?" Veronica nodded, saying she had, and Barnaby had said good luck and he'd tell the others. Wally smiled at that and kept driving while the fog slowly engulfed the station, obscuring it from their sight.

tags: @venus-rome @wowzerswithmorewows @curiosityscrewedthatcat @mythjustiice @smilesdarling @mortallypleasantzombie @thecastanova

#wally darling #wally welcome home #welcome home #wally x reader #wally x you #welcome home puppet show #wally darling x reader #wally darling x you #wally darling welcome home #wally darling fanfic #wally x y/n #wally darling x y/n

[fakebloood]

4t2 GiuliettaSims Accessories Set

Laine Spiral Earrings (SFS / Mediafire)

- TF-EF - 2439 poly - envcube - layerabled - compressed - 4 swatches

Hayley Chain Necklace (SFS / Mediafire)

- TF-EF - 4967 poly - envcube - layerabled - compressed - 4 swatches

All credits go to @giuliettasims

#thesims2 #sims2 #ts2 #ts2cc #sims2cc #s2cc #4t2 #4t2conversion #s2acc #s2accessories #s2earrings #s2choker #s2downloads #s2giuliettasims #s2fakeblood #advent calendar 2023

[wrenhare]

Looking for something more delicate?

Take a look at these new spiral sets!

#WrenHare #WrenHare creations #crafts #handcrafted #jewelry #aesthetic #silver #earrings #necklace #wire wrapped jewelry #handmade jewelry #blue #red #green

[phoenixyfriend]

I want to plug two Etsy stores that I recently had amazing experiences with.

I realized I needed a shawl pin, and all of mine were on another continent... so I decided to search out small crafters in Serbia, and see about purchasing from someone in the area because yay, small, local businesses! The ones I found weren't at any craft fairs or the like, but they did have open Etsy stores, and when I ordered from there, the sellers at both shops were incredibly sweet.

The pricing on these products is high for the area, but is very reasonable by American standards. I would expect pieces of this quality to be priced at least three or four times higher in the US, so if you're trying to support a small business and get some impressive jewelry without breaking the bank, while still paying a fair wage for the area, these are a good option.

(This isn't sponsored or anything, I'm just really happy with these shops and products and I like promoting things that bring me joy. It's the same energy as when I do fanfic rec lists, honestly.)

The first shop is Didulishop, from which I got this lovely spiral/coil brooch.

The photo really undersells the warmth of the bronze, but the color is more saturated than it looks here, and the stones are nice as well. The coiling of the piece lends a lot of visual complexity to it while looking refined and elegant, but it's pretty understated, so if you're like me and need something to hold a knit cardigan together, especially in a professional setting, this is great!

The other shop is Tangledworld. I actually got three coordinating pieces from this shop since it's much easier to order while I'm here and I don't know when I'll be returning to the States): a bracelet, a necklace, and a brooch.

I absolutely adore these. As you can see, these are a different kind of complex from the other brooch, but the art nouveau swirls are absolutely gorgeous. The pendant in particular is beautiful, and reminds me of a highly stylized Greek lyre, and while the product image showed a chain, I'm actually really happy with the hammered choker that I got instead. I didn't have any in my closet yet, and having this as my first one is great.

I ended up going into 'leaving a review' voice, but anyway. Check these folks out.

#personal #etsy #phoenix reviews #I guess?? #jewelry #product reviews #brooches