#Blue white color drop in anchor

[mjolnirswriststrap]

Silver Bullet

Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader, Helmut Zemo x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1,670 Masterlist

Summary: The best night of the year, Halloween, turns into a night you just want to forget. PART 1/4.

Warnings: werewolves, cheating, backstabbing best friend, Zemo is a whore, truly.

Red cloaks filled the crowd. This years Halloween parade theme being Dracula. Rob Zombie blared through speakers anchored to lampposts. You and your friends all wore matching costumes, collectively going as the wives of Dracula. It was a good excuse to wear the hottest outfits you could find. Most people paled their skin with white face paint, and molded little pieces of wax to their teeth.

Not you, you wore basically nothing for your costume. Each friend had a different color of fabric, that was loosely draped and cinched around your body. The best way to describe it would be a Greek toga, instead of linen it’s sheer silk, leaving nothing to the imagination. You all wore the same gold collar, a dragon etched on the front; curtesy of the blue bride, Miranda’s, 3D printer.

You didn’t plan on staying, you all agreed to be a part of the parade, once that was over, you were all headed to Zemo’s annual Halloween masquerade. You don’t think he particularly liked having hundreds of people flooding his property every year. But having the biggest house in town was a blessing and a curse. He hosted most festivities for your rather large population of teens and young adults.

You had a fascination with the bachelor. He inherited the mansion, land and money from his grandfather, skipping over his father completely. His family was prominent in the community, both of his parents having a chair at city hall. They volunteered at the food bank and donated to every shelter. Any sane person would think they deserved the money in a way. So why Zemo?

You made it to the party late, everyone leaving the house for the back yard. Zemo had the trees lighted and a dance floor built, always prepared for a celebration. Your friends ditched you as soon as you all got drinks, saying they were going to find their boyfriends. Leaving you to explore the surrounding woods alone.

You nearly drop your red solo cup when you see Zemo pressing Miranda against a tree, practically swallowing each others faces. Tears of betrayal sting your cheeks. She knew you had a crush on him, and she has a boyfriend anyways. You stalk away in anger, losing the trail but not caring. You found a tree far enough from the party that no one would hear your sobs.

You downed the cup filled halfway with vodka, a drop of orange juice for flavor. It dried your tears quickly, leaving your whole body warm. “Stupid.” You say, standing up and brushing the leaves off your dress. “Stupid for liking Zemo.”. You agreed whole heartedly with that. “Stupid for thinking Miranda was my friend.” That’s what hurt the most.

In the midst of your self hate you failed to notice a looming figure. “You’re not stupid.” You jolt, throwing the plastic cup in the direction of the stranger. “Sorry, you scared me.” You giggle, when you see it’s just a guy from the party wearing a phantom of the opera mask.

“It’s okay.” He reaches down and picks up the liter. “Gotta keep our forests clean.” He waves the red in the air. You give him a dry laugh. Men are scary and being alone in the woods with a stranger was causing every alarm in your brain to siren. But the vodka numbed your sense of fear.

“I should get going.” You say, turning and trying to step around the tree. Before you could, the stranger steps closer. “Should you?” He says deeply. He’s close enough now that you can see his piercing blue eyes behind the mask. They render you speechless, the way the moonlight shone off them, put you in a trance. You shake your head, too focused to verbally answer him.

“See, you’re not so stupid after all.” He teases. You have no reaction. His words didn’t fill you with pride or embarrassment. Your veins filled with the distinct warmth of feeling safe. You don’t know where it came from, your body was irrationally reacting to him. You should be shaking with fear and trying to get back to the party, not calmly standing here waiting for something to happen.

It felt like you were locked inside a body that wasn’t yours. It was being controlled by some outside force. You let him reach for you, never flinching away. Your body produced goosebumps where his fingertips grazed your skin. “You’re so beautiful. I’d hate to ruin that.” You nod your head, not even thinking of a single way he could ruin your beauty. Your mind was blank, you couldn’t even say thank you.

“Promise me you won’t resist, once it happens.” You knew nothing of what he spoke, but again you feel your neck bow to him, nodding in agreement. The masked man looks up at the moon, reveling in its fullness. “Are you prepared for no return?” You agree with a nod, now you know you were fully possessed by something. His words should send you running, but a small voice in the back of your head says you would never.

He steps closer again, grabbing fistfuls of your gown, cinched at your waist. “You have to say it. Say I have permission.” His voice was desperate and darker than before. You try to find the words but the influence he had on you was slowly fading, the way he started pressing you against the tree brought you back to your senses. He holds your hips in place as he nuzzles his face into your neck, taking a long deep breath.

The stubble on his chin tickled you and you had to remind yourself yet again that this is a masked stranger in the woods. Even though your senses were coming back, the way his hands lit a fire inside of you was enough to make you not care. That fire pooled lower and lower the closer he got to you. He smelled like a mix of musk and pine. You couldn’t tell if it was him or the trees surrounding you. But it made your mouth water, filling you with a want to taste his skin, just to be sure.

He raises his hand to cradle your cheek, “Please.”. He caught your eyes again, boring into them with an assured look. He focuses on your lips “Just say the words.”.

“I give you permission.” You say them without thinking of the consequences. He sealed your fate by closing the gap between your faces. Pressing his lips to yours. You moved your lips in sync with his, using your free will to wrap your arms around his neck. Before it could go any further the man disappeared. You felt him pull away, when your eyes opened to see why, he was already gone. You searched the surrounding woods with your eyes, there was no sign of him.

You grab your head, wondering if you drunkenly hallucinated. The moisture on your mouth and in your underwear was foolproof evidence that it really just happened. But you still began to question its validity.

You hear a twig snap somewhere near you, in hopes that it was the magnetic stranger you followed it, rounding an old fallen tree you spot a black dog. It was rather large in stature, must be a purebred if it’s that big. You knew an expensive dog wouldn’t be wandering the woods collarless. And you couldn’t remember if Zemo ever mentioned having any pets.

You stepped closer, never fearing animals. You loved dogs, you had a few of your own at your parents house. “Here boy.” You kneel down, reaching out your hand. It finally gives you its attention. Immediately showing his sharp canines, snarling loudly. “Oop.” You stand up and slowly back away, knowing the signs of an agitated dog.

When your view of it is blocked by the tree you turn around and sprint away. Not wanting to receive a rabies shot on Halloween night. You see the lighted trees nearing. That’s when you heard it, rhythmic thumbing coming from behind you. When you turn around you let out a scream, the dog is already pouncing on you, knocking you to the ground. You tray to scramble away. You see people’s feet running towards your screams.

The dog latches its mouth onto your leg, when you try to rip it away it only sinks its teeth deeper. You see Zemo come to your aid with a pool cleaner net, swinging it at the dog. “Get away.” He shouts, he ends up cracking the dog on top of his head with the plastic pole. It yelped, causing your leg to fall out of his mouth. He ran for cover, disappearing into the woods. Zemo drops to his knees beside you, shedding his jacket to wrap it around your bleeding leg.

“Are you okay?” Your eyes full with tears, embarrassment was an understatement. You didn’t want to face Zemo or Miranda. You didn’t want to see all the party goers pity filled faces either. You stood up, sucking a breath between your teeth at the pain. You limped past everyone giving eachother confused glances. Ignoring Zemo and Miranda’s fake concern.

You called your dad, sitting on the curb infront of the house. He rushed you to urgent care, spending the rest of the night with you in the waiting room. You were fine in the morning, a shot and a round of antibiotics set you on your way to recovering. You took ibuprofen for the pain. You called off of work for the rest of the week, needing to stay off your feet.

When you returned the next Monday, your boss told you there was a new bus boy. You waited tables all day before you finally saw him. Clocking in and disappearing to wash dishes. He was cute, dark brown hair and light stubble. He didn’t introduce himself to you or Mary, the other waitress, odd. But you had a feeling the little diner would grow on him eventually.

[lamaisongaga]

FASHION CREDITS: LADY GAGA BY GRAY SORRENTI FOR ELLE'S FEBRUARY 2025 ISSUE

Lady Gaga is the cover star of Elle magazine's US February 2025 issue and will also cover the UK cover of March 2025.

On the special issues she discusses her upcoming seventh studio album "Mayhem" and her engagement to fiancé Michael.

Photography by Gray Sorrenti, styling by Pau Avia, hair by Akki Shirakawa, makeup by Frankie Boyd and nails by Miho Okawara.

For the cover shot, Gaga is wearing a full look from Valentino's Spring/Summer 2025 "Pavillon des Folies" collection, inspired by the fragility and transience of existence, exploring how beauty serves as both a remedy and revelation—an ephemeral yet profound anchor that brings meaning, solace, and connection amidst life‘s chaos and vulnerability.

Black organza blouse with voluminous ruffles, fully embellished in micro faux pearls, high-waisted tights with trompe l'œil panties, and antique floral lace wrist gloves.

The high-waisted tech knit shorts are from Fendi‘s Spring/Summer 2025 collection and her bra is the stylist's own.

A subtle yet beautiful accent to this ensemble was given with this divine teardrop pendant diamond necklace which hails from Tiffany &Co.'s Fall 2023 Blue Book: "Out of the Blue". Tiffany is the official sponsor of the jewelry for this editorial so you‘ll see much more with the next looks!

So good to see Gaga tap more and more into Dior again for her latest editorials. Here, she layered two pieces from the Spring/Summer 2025 collection to create a whole new look—metallic silver embroidered bodysuit with peek-a-boo side cut-outs and black silk moiré effect trench coat.

The sheer black organza cape is the stylist‘s own. A very unusual yet fitting choice of footwear was provided by KNWLS who created these distressed grey leather biker-infused boots for her Spring/Summer 2025 collection.

Intertwined between her fingers and worn as a bracelet, Gaga wore this Tiffany & Co. Lock white-gold necklace  ($1,100) throughout the shoot...

...just like, for several looks, she wore their Elsa Peretti collection Amapola brooch ($1,100), which means "Poppy" in Spanish. It is made of sterling silver and red silk.

One of the more avant-garde and abstract looks is this Issey Miyake "The Beauty of Paper" Spring/Summer 2025 shaded black papyrus column dress with geometrical plissé panels (£1,265), and its matching hooded headpiece.

Drawing inspiration from washi, traditional Japanese paper, the designs embody the ethereal qualities of paper, evoking a sense of lightness and fluidity that is both calming and transformative. As models glided down the runway, it felt as though they were drifting through a dream—a world where the boundaries between fabric and paper beautifully blur.

The brooch, LG embellished her dress with, is the Tiffany & Co  Ribbon Drop brooch from the "Birds on a Pearl" collection in platinum and 18k yellow-gold with a natural saltwater white drop pearl of over 16 carats and diamonds.

Don‘t have to explain how this is my favorite look of the shoot, do I?

Both Gaga‘s rhinestone-embellished white feather coat and bejeweled wool knit balaclava mask are from Alexander McQueen's Spring/Summer 2025 runway show, designed by Sean McGirr.

How amazing is it? Guys…has anybody met my Genie yet?

A couple of new labels also made it into this cover shoot! Here, LG lays down in nature while sporting a black leather fishnet dress with asymmetrical cut (£1,160) from ABRA‘s Spring/Summer 2025 collection which drew inspiration from 80s fitness calendars from Abra‘s parent’s‘ restaurant, fishing nets, shopping bags, and Spanish souvenir beach towels.

She added some layer and color by wearing these Falke 50 denier semi-opaque tights (£27) in "Scarlet" both as tights and as a top!

The look was completed with the aforementioned Tiffany & Co. Amapola poppy brooch ($1,100) and a pair of Ann Demeulemeester Spring/Summer 2025 multi-layered O-ring biker boots (£1,550).

It‘s been always a little dream of mine to rock more pieces from the "Dark Lord of Fashion" aka. Rick Owens, so I‘m more than excited to see this Spring/Summer 2025 look appear in the editorial!

Scrunched and ruffled organza loofah-inspired jacket (£5,115), semi-sheer patchwork T-shirt (£455) and soccer-inspired nylon hi-lo shorts (£370).

The distressed porcelain doll-inspired nude tights are from Maison Margiela‘s latest artisanal collection, Spring/Summer 2024. You might remember her tapping into this collection with a whole custom look for her last Vogue editorial past year.

Next, the fashionista wears Balenciaga sunglasses. I highly believe it‘s these Spring/Summer 2025 Bossy AF eastman acetate renew (an acetate alternative partially made of bio-based and recycled content) shades with subtle-yet-not-so-subtle logo detail ($520).

Gaga completed her dark yet sexy ensemble with these Le Silla Uma thigh-high black stretch leather platform boots featuring a pointed toe ($750).

For our last look, Gaga brought something from her own closet. In Elle's video, she stated that ILONA is her designer to watch right now, because her dresses make her feel like a porcelain doll. And this one is definitely no exception!

Also from the designer‘s "Psychosis" collection, the Lotta dress is crafted out of antique ivory French silk velvet and features a pleated tulle trim and velvet-covered buttons.

Another Valentino Spring/Summer 2025 "Pavillon des Folies" pull are her white floral lace tights which perfectly blend in with her matching gloves by La Bagagerie.

Last but not least, she wore the Acne Studios Spring/Summer 2025 croc-embossed leather elongated open-toe pumps in "Chocolate" ($950), which she previously wore in grey!

[thatgirlstrawberry]

The almost Kiss - BLURB

I’m which you and Spencer almost kiss

Warnings: fluff, an almost kiss, getting Interrupted, reader likes swimming, lmk if I missed anything!

Spence Reid x fem!reader

Spencer had always known that he liked you. The moment he met you, he saw something that he hadn’t seen in anyone else. Ever. His attraction only grew when you and him got closer. Soft touches after hard cases or hard life events. He hadn’t realized how touched starved he actually was until you came around.

One day, Rossi was breaking in the new pool he had put in his backyard with a pool party. You showed up in a purple bathing not even knowing that it was Spencer’s favorite color. He didn’t come prepared to get in the pool because he wasn’t big on swimming. He still wanted to go though because that would mean he would get to see you. Morgan was grilling hotdogs and burgers while you and García floated around on animals inflatables sipping margaritas.

It was a sight to see. You looked absolutely beautiful in the sun, sunglasses perched on your nose. Emily and JJ were talking by the edge and the kids of everyone played on the more shallow end of the pool.

Soon, food was done and Rossi whistled. “Okay, I just got this outdoor furniture…” He looked around at the white cushions. “Let’s eat inside, shall we?” Everyone laughed and walked inside but you were still swimming back and forth on the water that now glowed purple with the lights underneath.

Spencer pretended that he was looking for something he might have dropped around the lawn chair he had been sitting in. You broke the surface of the water and called out to him. You swam over to the edge of the pool, pulling yourself up so your arms rested on the concrete. “Do you know how to swim, Spencer?”

He chuckled nervously. “Uh— yeah… it’s just that I’m probably not as good as you. Y-you’re like a fish.” He smiled. You giggled and had an idea pop into your head.

“Why don’t you get in? The water feels nice.” He shook his head nervously. “Oh… well then, help me out?” You held up you wet hand and looked up at him through your lashes. As soon as his hand was anchored in yours, you pulled with all your might and he came tumbling in. When he came back up he was surprised but them smiled and tried to grab ahold of you who was laughing loudly.

After you both calmed down, Spencer chuckled. “The other reason I didn’t want to get in was that I look like a wet rat when I swim.”

You inched closer to him. “I think you’re a very cute wet rat.” Your voice was soft, the only noise to be heard after were the crickets in the night.

“You’re really pretty.” He suddenly blurted, cheeks turning a bright shade of red thy even you could see in the dark. Your bodies felt like magnets.

You both stalked forward slowly, your arms slowly wrapping around his neck, resting on his shoulders. He placed his hand on your cheek, lips becoming impossibly close. He looked up from your lips and met your eyes. You could swear that your lips touched slightly but you pulled back just a little. Spencer leaned in again so so slowly, creating a pit of desperation in your stomach.

Before you lips could touch, a voice broke the two of you away from each other. You unwrapped yourself from him and he clears his throat, pushing his hair out of his face.

Morgan glanced between them. “What’s going on?” He asked.

You spoke quick. “I was drowning. I’m not drowning anymore.”

You and Spencer smiled at each other before getting out of the pool, walking past a very confused Morgan

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[graylinesspam]

Beach episode with the 501st?🙃🙃

The trees were so densely packed there was no way they could get a gunship through them. Looking up you could only barely glimpse the yellow sky through the gaps between the branches.

The trees were green, but a bright burning yellow green that consumed everything in sight. Wet and glossed over in the moisture rolling in with the wind. The smell of salt brine in the air.

The leaves shuddered and shook their wet burden onto anyone within range. Like a hound shaking it's self dry.

The water dripped down their backs and chafed uncomfortably in the fabric of their clothes.

They must make it to the shore, in the line where the trees break, it was the only place they could escape the green maze. The smell of brine and the sound of birds their guide out of it.

The relief that befell them when the forest finally broke was palpable. White armor spilling out of the line of it like whites out of an egg.

That might make Ahsoka the yolk. She drops to her knees in the silty loose sand and rolls dramatically down the incline, dark sediment sticking to the moisture on her skin and shading it bizarrely in the bright sunlight.

Soldiers chuckle at her antics but more of them follow her example, sliding awkwardly down the loose ground on their heels, hands held back to steady themselves.

She sits up at the line of the water and peels her feet from her boots, shucks the skirt she wore over her leggings and practically drags herself into the water by her hands.

The water is cool. At least cooler that the air. Even thick with moisture it is boiling hot on this planet. The water congregated in the large salty pools however, were a relieving temperature.

It was dark in color, partially purple from the loose microscopic algae floating through it. The water a dark over oxygenated blue without the debris.

Vere, an older brother, stepped into the water beside her. The water rushes past his legs, running up the sand before falling back away, leaving little purple dots across the plastoid.

He heaves a sigh as he tugs his weapon from it's holster and holds it in his hands, bends at the knees and sits down in the water. His weapon kept as dry as he can manage.

Less responsible vod chuck their blasters onto the sand and start pealing away their armor too until only the bottom half remains. Their black shirts looking tight in contrast to their bulky armor. They wade into the hallows sighing in relief.

Their excitement quickly turns into playfulness as they begin to pelt each other with hand fulls of water. stray splashes flying around and spraying anyone unfortunate enough to be near them.

Ahsoka reclines in the cool water, letting herself drift slowly back and forth with the rhythm of the waves. Stretching out her sore muscles and feeling each curling caress of the cool liquid as it crested over her body and slid along her skin. Softer than silk.

Vere is vigilant as all scouts are. The sounds of the water, of shouting and merriment might reduce their ability to heat a threat coming but there isn't much that could hide from his trained eyes.

He scans their surroundings while Ahsoka's hand curls around his ankle, anchoring herself so that she wouldn't drift too far.

It's only a temporary relief from the fray. And the salt licks at their wounds with a hot tongue despite the actually temperature of the water. But it is a luxury none the less. One they intend to take full advantage of while they have the chance.

It is that urgency to make all they can of this reprieve that leads to Ahsoka herself, disturbed from her floating meditation, sitting up in the shallows and shouting.

"HEY, quit trying to drown your brother."

[godzillatalks]

The door opens with a hiss, but Rodimus doesn't even have to look up to see who it was— militaristically quiet and carefully measured pedesteps from a mech far lighter than him already giving away exactly who entered the room.

"Fancy seeing you again, scout." Rodimus snorts, finally dragging his optics away from the actually unimportant data pad to watch Bumblebee stride over to the desk in the middle of the room. The yellow bot doesn't turn to look at Rodimus, grumbling quietly as he sets down the reports he'd brought in onto Optimus' desk.

"Why're you here, fire hazard? I thought you were supposed to be causing troubles elsewhere. As in, not on Cybertron. At all." Bumblebee glares at Rodimus out of the corners of sharply narrowed optics. The Prime just grins at him, sharp teeth shimmering in the synthetic light.

"Oh, maybe it's 'cause my dad kept me around for a reason," Rodimus drawls, voice cutting through the air like an arrow aimed straight at Bumblebee's composure; something he struggled to keep together in the first place. He grits his dentae together, swiveling on the heel of his pede to respond to the fiery colored bot, but Rodimus continues before Bee can get the words out.

"Y'know, cause he actually needs me?" Rodimus' head tilts oh so slightly, tone lilted and taunting as he tapped right at the center of his chest, where his half of the Matrix resided, with a sharp digit.

Bumblebee doesn't let himself think before he lunges with a right hook.

It connects harshly with Rodimus' chin and he drops the data pad he had been holding, the fragile thing crashing to the floor, screen shattering into chunky shards that skittered across the floor alongside Rodimus, sent skidding backward from the sheer force behind Bumblebee's punch.

His inner temperature rises, heat raging from the core of his spark and outward through every line of energon in his frame. Fire flashes from the chrome piping winding around his arms and legs, cerulean optics shifting to a dark and angry, storming blue.

"Oh, because he needs you?" The scout sneers, his own optics flaring near white with anger. "The kid who wasn't even around during the war, who let his own father die—"

Bumblebee is cut off when Rodimus charges at him with a roar of rage, sharp digits extended and ready to tear, flames pouring from the pipes on his arms as if he could drown the other bot in flames, even if now they were just for show.

He could, in a sense.

Bumblebee barely rolls out of the way, feeling the heat of the flames score nasty (but superficial) burns into his paint job as he ducked under the anger-fueled lunge. He aims a fist as he moves, sending it hard into Rodimus' side.

Rodimus' plating burns. Bumblebee recoils in pain at the same time Rodimus does from the punch. He shouldn't have been surprised.

Rodimus, of course, immediately takes advantage of the slight hesitation, wrapping clawed servos around Bumblebee's throat and slamming him into the floor. Plating sizzles on contact between them, the sheer temperature of Rodimus' frame enough to make paint bubble. His servos burn indents into Bumblebee's throat cabling.

Bumblebee doesn't even scream. He can't. Primus damn, it hurts. But he'll keep fighting.

His servos twist around Rodimus' forearm, pushing through the pain to toss the larger bot off of himself with a well anchored and executed jerk of his arms to the side.

Rodimus is sent rolling, sliding to a stop with his claws dug into the floor. Bumblebee heaves himself onto his front, one servo tentatively pressing at his now fried throat. (Voicebox fine. Just hurts.)

They're just about to jump at each other again, optics shimmering with a long burning fire of jealousy and hatred for the other, when the door slides open.

Optimus squints at the two mechs on the floor of his office.

"What in Primus' name..?" He mumbles, glancing to Rodimus and then to Bumblebee.

Immediately, they point at each other.

"It was his fault." In unison, they speak, Bumblebee's voice laced with pained static and Rodimus' dripping with layers of venom.

Optimus pinches his nasal ridge and sighs.

[elileram]

Pirate!Schlatt x Siren!Reader

Hello Hello! This is not really a request someone has asked, but I saw someone want to see someone write this :3

So I have took it upon myself to write it for them <3

✰*☾ A Boat swiftly swept the waters, the light willow it was made of, darkened by the sweeping waves of the seas, beautiful patterns of shells, stars and such carved into the large boat.

"Hurry up and Drop the anchors!"

A Harsh and rough voice growled, the man had a large built body, a face full of facial hair, swept back dark brown hair, different sorts of jewelry on his ears, arms, legs and fingers. He went by the name of Schlatt, or as the members on the boat knew him as Captain Schlatt.

The Sun set a magical swirl of colors on the water, as the moon began to rise, a thick fog set around the boat, the waters were calm, almost unnoticeable.

Schlatt, was the only person on the boat awake, looking at the beautiful, dark blue crystal clear waters, watching as fish swam by.

A large slam was heard hitting the side of the boat, Schlatt being caught off guard, he quickly grabbed a dagger he had in his belt, running to where he had heard the crash.

He looked down quickly to see where the crash had come from. As Schlatt looked down to see where he heard the crash from he saw a small dent in the wooden boat, he looked confused, whatever it was it was big, not big enough to be a whale, but not small enough to be your average fish.

As he went back to his original position, he remained a tad bit cautious, another crash was heard, this time in front of him, he jumped up and quickly looked next to the boat, as he looked into the waters, he saw a Woman!

He gasped quickly dropping into the Crystal clear, yet salty sea. Quickly grabbing the Woman and bringing her onto the boat, as he set her down he looked at her shocked. "no way.." He spoke quietly, in both Shock and awe. The Woman laying before him was no ordinary woman, but a siren, a beautiful one at that, the tail reached 5 feet, her scales were shiny and stunning.

As the Siren slowly began to Regain her consciousness, she gasped looking at the Pirate Captain before her, her soft fluffy, and silky (H/c) hair, was long, reaching down to the starting of her tail. Her wide (E/c) Eyes looked at him for a moment, seaweed covered her tail, after a moment she quickly jumped off the boat back into the waters, before she swam away, she took one last glance at Schlatt.

"Holy cow.."

Schlatt said speechlessly, not believing what he had just found.

Days had gone by, the rest of the crew thought Schlatt had gone crazy once he started talking about a Siren!

"Aren't those things urban legends?" One crew member would say

"Well I didn't hear anything crash into the boat last night"

and responses and such like that.

As days and days went by, as they sailed away, Schlatt was wondering if he had caught a sea sickness of sorts to make him think that happened, that he saw a Siren.

Another peaceful night had come, the boat was anchored down, Schlatt was back at the front of the boat, looking at the moon, that was waxing. soft fluffy pure white clouds covered the moon, a soft light hitting the boat and sea as the darkness of the night surrounded the soft lights.

Schlatt heard something under him, he quickly looked down, it.. was the Siren he saw all those days ago?! He gasped, he was about to say something before she shushed him, she reached out her arm holding a Angels wing Shell, it was stunning, Schlatt softly took it from her, looking at the amazing, yet rare Shell that he held in his hands, he looked down at the Siren.

"If you have one- what may your name be?" he spoke softly, she fluttered her eyes at him, before speaking, with her soft voice, "Y/n" as she spoke her sharp, canine teeth were able to be seen. They were a beautiful pearl white color.

Her Eyes fluttered once more before quickly swimming off.

"y/n..." Schlatt said, blush covering his face, he looked at her in awe and amazement as he watched her swim off quickly back down to the deep blues.

A/N : WOW I was not expecting to have as much fun as I did when writing this! :D

if this gets like some attention and if its requested I will DEF do a part 2 to this :3

Until next time Byyyeeee!! ^^

Pirate!Schlatt x Siren!Reader pt.2

[bradshawsbaby]

Can you write 11 for Rhett and Honey Bee?

PS Loveeee your writing!! 💛

Thank you so much! 😘 “Freshly baked bread” seemed like a good prompt for a slow Saturday morning!

It was one of those Saturday mornings that filled you with an inexplicable sense of hope and joy, the bright Wyoming sun spilling in through every window of your cozy little home and a warm breeze chasing away any lingering hints of the cold winter you’d just made it through.

Rhett had woken up early, before the sun had even fully risen, when the sky was still painted with violets and dark blues and the tiniest hint of magenta.

“Where’re you goin’?” you mumbled sleepily, your eyes still closed as you reached for him, anchored by the feel of his warm skin beneath your fingertips.

“I’ll be back soon, honeybee,” he whispered in return, his voice still gruff from sleep. He bent down to drop a kiss onto your forehead. “Just got to go check on a few things in the barn and the east pasture.”

“This early?” you grumbled, your eyes still closed as you burrowed deeper under the covers.

Rhett chuckled at that, rubbing your back with one large, calloused palm. He bent down again to whisper low in your ear, “Figured I’d get everything out of the way now so that I could spend the rest of my Saturday with my two favorite girls.” His voice, husky and deep, felt like melted butter.

Butterflies danced in your stomach and you couldn’t help but grin like a schoolgirl. “Well alright then, cowboy,” you teased, turning your head towards him in search of a proper kiss, which he gave you. “Make sure to give Ruthie a kiss before you go. But try not to wake her. I still want to sleep for a while,” you laughed.

Your husband chuckled at that, rising from the bed. “Will do, honeybee.”

When you did actually wake a couple hours later, the sky outside your window was a cornflower blue, a couple white puffy clouds floating by lazily. You couldn’t help but smile at what a perfect Saturday it was already shaping up to be—and you hadn’t even gotten out of bed yet.

Slipping out from beneath your cozy blankets, you reached for your robe and draped it over the silky nightgown you’d worn to bed last night, the one that Rhett always loved to run his fingers over until he fell asleep. You padded out of your bedroom on quiet, bare feet and made your way to your daughter’s nursery, where you found her awake and beaming at you from her crib.

“Good morning, my little sunshine girl,” you cooed, stepping over to the crib and carefully lifting Ruthie into your arms. At eight months old, your daughter already had a headful of riotous curls, the same color as her daddy’s, his big blue eyes, and a few tiny teeth to boot, which she always managed to show off with her big smiles.

Ruthie babbled brightly, immediately reaching for your face and touching your cheeks in greeting. Your heart swelled with love for her and you peppered her face with kisses, which made her laugh, the sound warming you from the inside out.

“What do you say we go downstairs and get some breakfast ready for Daddy?” you asked, smoothing her hair back gently.

At the mention of Rhett, Ruthie’s smile grew even wider and she wiggled happily in your arms.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” you laughed, resting your daughter on your hip as you carried her downstairs to the kitchen.

After settling Ruthie in her high chair with her favorite stuffed cow, you set about opening all the windows to let in the fresh spring air and then went to the record player to choose some music to enjoy while you cooked. You ended up selecting a record of John Denver’s greatest hits, his smooth, calm voice filling the house.

“Good thing Mama started making this dough yesterday, huh, Ruthie?” you asked with a wink, glancing over at your daughter as you removed the cloth from the dough you’d left to rise overnight. Sourdough bread always did take a lot of work, but it was worth it.

You hummed along to Annie’s Song as you shaped the dough with expert hands, kneading it and molding it until it had transformed into a perfect loaf. You then covered it with the cloth once more, leaving it to rise for another thirty minutes while you preheated the oven.

When Ruthie started to get a little fussy, you stopped to feed her and fill her little belly, then went back to preparing fresh eggs and sausages for you and Rhett, the kitchen filling with a tantalizing aroma that made your mouth water.

As Sunshine On My Shoulders started playing, you pulled your sourdough towards you and slashed the top of it before popping it into the oven to begin baking.

“If I had a song that I could sing for you,” you crooned softly, lifting your daughter into your arms. “I’d sing a song to make you feel this way.”

Unbeknownst to you, Rhett had returned home through the mud room at the back of the house, kicking off his work boots and moving towards the kitchen on surprisingly quiet feet. He stood leaning against the opening between the kitchen and the small dining room, arms crossed over his chest and a smile on his face as he watched his wife and daughter dancing around the kitchen together, the smell of breakfast and warm bread floating across his senses.

He couldn’t think of a time he had ever been so happy.

“Smells good in here,” he finally said, hating to break the magic of the moment that was happening before him.

“Rhett!” you gasped out in surprise, laughing as you put one hand over your heart.

“Heya, honeybee,” he grinned, walking over to you and kissing you softly in greeting before lifting Ruthie out of your arms and kissing her forehead. He then walked over to the counter, where you’d already begun laying out all the food you’d prepared. “Look at all this. Did you make this, Ruthie girl?” he asked, wiggling your daughter’s leg affectionately.

“Sure, give her all the credit,” you teased, smirking as you shook your head. “What am I, chopped liver?”

“Oh, was it Mama who did it?” Rhett winked, kissing the crown of your daughter’s head as he stepped back over to you. “Smells so damn good, honeybee,” he murmured, kissing you again.

“Language,” you warned with a smile, accepting his kiss eagerly.

“Sorry,” Rhett mumbled. “Smells so dang good,” he amended with a chuckle.

You giggled, stroking Ruthie’s back as you gazed up at your husband. “Sourdough bread should be ready soon. Why don’t you take Ruthie to see the horses and I’ll finish setting everything up?”

Rhett shook his head, smiling at you as he lowered Ruthie back down into her high chair. “You already did all this, honeybee. Let me help you finish setting up.”

“Rhett, no! You already—”

“No arguing now, Mrs. Abbott,” he teased, swatting your butt playfully as he stepped up beside you. He began rolling up his sleeves. “Tell me what you want me to do.”

Twenty minutes later, you and Rhett had the table all set, the food simmering deliciously and a pot of coffee freshly brewed. The finishing touch was the golden brown loaf of sourdough bread that now sat at the center of the table, beside a stick of fresh butter Cecilia had just given you the day before.

“Mmm,” Rhett sighed in pleasure as soon as he took one bite. He looked over at you with a wink. “Best sourdough I’ve ever had.”

Yep, as far as Saturdays went, this one was pretty perfect.

Spring OTP Prompts 🥖

[p1nkcanoe]

la belle fleur sauvage

[ rain x cumulus fluff ]

summary: cumulus presents a gift to rain and reminds him of just how beautiful he is.

warnings: suggestive at end, waist beads, body worship

word count: 693

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“You look beautiful. Do you like them?” 

Rain nods. There’s a lack of words that gather on his tongue. He watches through his own reflection as Cumulus ties the last knot between a string of glass beads wrapped loosely around his waist. They glimmer as they roll and shift over the flat of his abdomen, finding their resting place along the tops of his hips. There's a warmth blooming in his tummy that tingles and flutters when Cumulus reaches around and adjusts the beads, her fingertips brushing over cool skin in fleeting touches, and he likes it. It’s a feeling he only feels with her. It’s the color of yellow daffodils and feels like a perfect spring morning. He thinks that if he were to open his mouth it would taste like raw honey. He catches on violet eyes fleetingly through the mirror before he finds his own. She whispers praises into the air that only he can hear and worships his skin with teeth and tongue. He’s pink to his ears with blush.

His shoulders are up high by his ears, his arms bent at the elbow and hovering near the top of his chest so as to not interfere with her work or disrupt her focus. In truth, he isn't quite sure what to do with himself. She’s gentle, worships his body like it’s art, and he stands there, a muse. She forms tight circles around him, making minor adjustments to the beads and making sure they sit perfectly in their lowest point just under his belly button. It tickles and he’s instantaneously covered head to toe in gooseflesh. 

“I knew they’d look gorgeous on you,” she compliments and rounds her way to his back to test the knot one last time. Her delicate fingers on the small of his back send a shiver up his spine and Cumulus giggles, followed by a mumbled apology and a press of her lips to the center of his back. Rain’s eyes flutter closed. “Couldn’t get the image out of my head until I finished them.” Small hands surround him on either side of his waist, just above where the ghoulette positioned her beads, and his tummy explodes in a flurry of warmth and golden admiration when she presses her palms to the center of his chest and anchors their bodies together. Her chest, his back. He lets her hold him with the embrace of a lover, bonded throughout their second opportunity at life. Slowly, and with a little coaxing, Rain drops his shoulders back into place and holds onto her hands like she’ll slip away and the feeling will dissipate. 

The ghoulette shifts against his back and lays her head against the side of his bicep. Her skin is soft, flawless. Her snow white hair falls over her right side and she sighs, puffing it out of her face. 

“My pretty Rainbow. Look at yourself– look how beautiful you are.” 

Rain opens his eyes but just barely enough to watch the way that Cumulus worships his skin and body, slowly, with her palms. He follows her lead, his hands glued to the back of hers by his fingers. They explore his stomach, the ridges of his ribs, the flare of his gills, and each fold, stretch, and press of his skin causes the string of blue glass beads around his waist to shine and shift under warm lamp light. Over and over and over again he gets caught in violet eyes. It turns him pink. 

His breath catches in his throat when she drops her hand and traces over the string, a million shades of blue, from hip to hip and lets her fingernails catch between the beads. It’s quiet for a long while as Rain loses himself to the flutter in his tummy. Cumulus looks at him like he’s the most gorgeous thing she’s ever seen. It makes him weak. 

“Rainbow, will you allow me to show you exactly how beautiful you are?” 

Rain nods. His heart is in his throat. His eyes flutter closed again when the ghoulette places her lips against his skin and drops down gracefully to her knees. 

[jinxstrology]

Halazia, or How to Find Your Voice Again (Pop Culture Witchcraft)

pop culture craft no1 - ateez, "halazia"

This post will include various correspondences and associations, which you can use in spellwork or simply in everyday life to help center your energy around being heard, asserting your opinion, fighting against restrictions on your creativity, and finding your voice among the masses.

Animals: birds, specifically bluebirds or any avian with blue coloring

Colors: all shades of blue, muted yellows and greens, grey, black, white

Crystals: turquoise, clear quartz, garnet

Best days for spellwork: Thursday, Saturday

Deities: Al Menat (Arabian goddess of fate, fortune, time & destiny), Kuebiko (Shinto scarecrow kami who rules over folk wisdom, knowledge & agriculture)

Drink: A Rose is a Rose is a Rosé Punch (for one)

2 oz rosé wine

1 oz elderflower liqueur

1/4 tsp rose water

Add ice and top it off with club soda

Flower: buttercup

Futhark Runes: Ansuz, Laguz

Keywords: expression, misunderstandings

Magickal ingredients: pumpkin, rose

Meditation: I drink deeply from the cup of my life, both the bitter waters and the sweet.

Numbers: 3, 4, 8, 12, 22, 30

Oil blend:

10 drops sandalwood

7 drops juniper

5 drops bergamot

3 drops chamomile

Planets: Jupiter, Saturn

Playlist:

Halazia // Ateez

Heaven // Taemin

Lunatic // Xdinary Heroes

Sour // The Rose

Virus // Victon

Recipe: Pumpkin Corn Bread

1 cup all-purpose flour

1 cup medium grind yellow cornmeal

1 tablespoon baking powder

1 teaspoon kosher salt

1/2 tsp baking soda

2 large eggs

1 cup buttermilk

1 cup canned unsweetened pumpkin puree

3 tablespoons unsalted butter, melted and cooled, plus 1 tablespoon butter for the skillet

Preheat oven to 400 degrees F (approx. 205 C). Place a 9-inch cast-iron skillet in the oven to warm. In a large bowl, whisk together flour, cornmeal, baking powder, salt, and baking soda. Add eggs, buttermilk, pumpkin puree, and 3 tablespoons melted butter. Gently combine ingredients. Carefully remove skillet from oven and add remaining butter to coat. Pour batter into skillet and return it to the oven. Bake 25-35 minutes. Let cool before serving.

Symbols: anchor, any communication device, blue feathers, book, horn instruments, lock, mask

Tarot cards: The Moon (reversed), Queen of Cups, The Empress, 8 of Swords

Tarot spread: Break the Wall Spread

When you want to shake off what no longer makes you happy, but are scared to do so. The best time to do this spread is the beginning of a new month or year.

Starting from the bottom, draw nine cards and place them in a straight vertical line going up, one after the other until you reach the ninth card. It will look like a tall tower.

Card 1 (bottom): What freedom/independence do you seek, and in what way?

Card 2: What/who restricts you from having this?

Card 3: Is now the right time, or should you wait?

Card 4: What is the first step to freedom/independence?

Card 5: What will be the immediate effects of attaining freedom/independence on yourself/others?

Card 6: What objections/obstacles to be overcome will be put in your path in the early days?

Card 7: What must be sacrificed to attain freedom/independence?

Card 8: What will be the longer-term positive effects of the new freedom/independence?

Card 9 (top): Where will you be in the future if you follow this path?

I hope that you found this information useful! Requests are now open for these kinds of posts -- you can request a song, a band, a movie, a character, a show -- anything you can think of!

[dovaeh]

unfinished drabble regarding: mirmulnir & the dragon waking.

       through her spiritual connection and faith in the gods,    maesena’s dreams were always quite vivid.    the general palette and flavor of them never truly changed:    clouds of golds and pinks hazed over fields of color,    lakes shimmering in sunlight.    few words were ever exchanged and instead she found peace in what she dreamt    ——    quiet days in the sun,    contentment in her mother’s arm draped over her shoulder in the cold.    

      in the first months spent in skyrim,    that hadn’t changed in any substantial way.    her dreams seemed more anchored    (   she liked to believe it was both her father’s connection to this land and the new amulet always hung on her neck,    a parting gift from her mother    )    and grey,    somber in more ways yet more exhilarating in others.

       the last she remembered of mirmulnir,    his head reared towards the sky and his bloody,    slashed maw opened in a scream.    the words clashing between his teeth seemed disbelieving and she didn’t yet realize that the  dovahkiin  he called to was her.    suddenly from the very root of his being a spectrum of energy rushed her    ——    just as the world became dark around the edges,    just as she felt her bones grow too weak to hold her skin.    the gash in her skull and blood running down her torso seemed all too damning until the energy of the dragon’s soul rushed into her being.    it hit her skin in a hot,    almost unbearable blaze and she fell to her back,    knowing nothing but that she felt not quite so weak once it filled her.

       by the time they got her to the temple of kynareth,    she was almost to the state she’d been in before.    the soul that entered her had revitalized her enough for her to be carried back to the city without incident,    but not enough to undo what damage had been caused.    still she bled,    still she was torn.    the guards gave out when the temple doors swung open and their arms,    jelly from the fight and the fear,    dropped her to the stone.    she slept.

      and she dreamt of the sky.    the open blue twisted with white and golden pink at the edges of the horizon,    the wind tangled under her arms.     her wings.    she looked back and saw them,    stretched wide as the sky itself.    blue and gold poured into each other and mixed through the fabric of her wings,    across the muscles that lead to her back    ——    ridged and horned,    scaled.    

      like a dragon.    she remembered briefly,    somewhere in the very back of her mind,    what it felt to grasp mirmulnir by the neck;    his hard scales unforgiving and unmoving beneath her fingers,    her feet leaving the ground as he through his head to the air and dropped her onto his back.    the impenetrable strength and the blazing heat brewing inside him seemed all so familiar now that it was what she was made of.

[summer-fun-swim]

As summer wore on and the relentless sun cast shimmering rays over the local beach, my family decided to escape the steamy heat with a weekend getaway to a nearby hotel. My older brother, Dennis, and I were thrilled, not just for the break from our routine but for the chance to splish-splash in the hotel’s glistening indoor pool.

From the moment we rolled into the hotel parking lot, I felt the excitement tingling in my veins. The building rose high against the afternoon sky, its glass façade reflecting the vibrant hues of the setting sun. With my heart racing like a drum, we dropped our bags into the lobby’s plush carpeted area and exchanged hurried glances of mischief.

After checking in, we wasted no time. I quickly stripped down to my swim gear, a pair of bright blue trunks und white tank top, that contrasted sharply with my bronzed skin. Dennis, in his usual laid-back style, pulled off his casual tee and slipped into the pool area wearing his dark denim jeans and a tight black t-shirt that accentuated his well-defined physique. “You sure you want to wear those?” I asked, eyeing his choice of clothing skeptically.

“Relax, I’ll be fine,” he replied, grinning as he flicked water from his damp curls. “Just adds to the challenge!” Little did he know, his challenge knew no bounds.

As we stepped into the humid air of the indoor pool area, the scent of chlorine filled my lungs, a sharp reminder of the adventure that awaited us. The large, heated pool stretched out in front of us, its surface shimmering under the strategic placement of multicolored lights. Without a second thought, Dennis raced ahead, his jeans clinging to his thighs as they caught the light.

“Last one in is a rotten egg!” he shouted, practically diving into the deep end. I couldn’t help but laugh as I watched him surface, water cascading off his shoulders. The droplets clung to his clothes, their dark fabric becoming saturated, the denim darkening, losing its casual flair.

I followed his lead, leaping into the pool with a splash that sent droplets flying. As I surfaced, I caught a glimpse of my reflection: the water trickled down my face and body, enhancing the vibrant colors of my swim trunks and creating a striking contrast against the steel-blue of the pool.

We splashed around like we were children again, the laughter bouncing off the glass walls and mingling with the echoes of distant conversations from other hotel guests. I watched as Dennis flipped under the surface, his jeans becoming an extra layer of resistance that he embraced in his fearless attempts to race me from one end of the pool to the other. The way the wet fabric hugged his legs and torso—evidence of our lively tussles—made me appreciate the challenge of swimming against the weight of his drenched outfit.

Time slipped away unnoticed as we lost ourselves in the joy of the moment. The water enveloped us completely, making our laughter louder and the tension of everyday life dissipate like mist. However, soon enough, the playful bickering turned into a water fight, with both of us pretending to dive underwater while splashing each other mercilessly.

“Okay, okay! Truce!” Dennis laughed, his breath visible in the humid air as he leaned against the edge of the pool, slick skin shining like polished marble. “Let’s catch our breath.”

As we floated on our backs, I felt the weight of my wet clothes—my swim trunks now acting as a buoyant anchoring point against the heaviness of my drenched tank top and the sweatshirt I’d thrown on before we left the room. The cool fabric created a contrasting sensation against my skin, the wetness a constant reminder of our impromptu adventure.

When we finally decided to take a break and lean against the pool wall, I glanced over at Dennis. His dark t-shirt clung to his torso, accentuating the muscles he had worked hard for throughout the year. The dampness made the shirt glisten under the artificial lights. Faint shadows traced the contour of his collarbone, and I couldn’t help but admire how his jeans, slick and heavy, clung around his waist, emphasizing his athletic build.

“Let’s go for a swim,” he said suddenly, eyes twinkling with mischief. “Ever tried to dive from the side while keeping your clothing on?”

I shook my head, and before I could protest, he jumped off, creating a sizeable wave that splashed over me. I was laughing by the time the water settled, but my heart raced as I climbed out to try myself.

With a deep breath, I ran to the edge of the pool, feeling the wet fabric of my sweatshirt dragging against my skin. The cool air hit me, chilling the damp areas while the rest of me was still warmed by the water. “Here goes nothing,” I murmured to myself.

Launching off the edge, I turned my body into a streamlined silhouette, gliding through the water with a burst of energy. But upon surfacing, the newfound weight of my clothes promised resistance unlike any I had felt before. It was both exhilarating and strange, the saturation a whole new experience in a carefree environment.

Once we’d had our fill of swimming, we decided to dry off and grab some snacks from the hotel café. Strolling through the lobby with our wet clothes clinging to our bodies, I noticed a few curious glances from hotel guests—it was a strange feeling, walking in soaked while grinning at the memories of our day.

Sitting at a cozy cafe table, laughter still bubbled between us as we wiped our faces with the napkins. My sweatshirt felt heavy, but there was a comfort to it; it had become a second skin. The way our clothes clung to us felt almost emblematic of the carefree time we’d just had. And as we sipped our drinks and reminisced about various splashes and dives, I understood that sometimes, the simplest moments were the most precious.

We finally made our way back to the room, skin still a little glistening from our escapade. The evening air was cooler now, wrapping around us like a fresh embrace. I was grateful for the memories we had created that day, for laundry could wait—but days like these, mornings lost in laughter beside a pool, would always be forever etched in our hearts.

[woundfound]

THE DRUNKEN BOAT — ARTHUR RIMBAUD

As I descended black, impassive Rivers,

I sensed that haulers were no longer guiding me:

Screaming Natives took them for their targets,

Nailed nude to colored stakes: barbaric trees.

I was indifferent to all my crews;

I carried English cottons, Flemish wheat.

When the disturbing din of haulers ceased,

The Rivers let me ramble where I willed.

Through the furious ripping of the sea's mad tides,

Last winter, deafer than an infant's mind,

I ran! And drifting, green Peninsulas

Did not know roar more gleefully unkind.

A tempest blessed my vigils on the sea.

Lighter than a cork I danced on the waves,

Those endless rollers, as they say, of graves:

Ten nights beyond a lantern's silly eye!

Sweeter than sourest apple-flesh to children,

Green water seeped into my pine-wood hull

And washed away blue wine stains, vomitings,

Scattering rudder, anchor, man's lost rule.

And then I, trembling, plunged into the Poem

Of the Sea, infused with stars, milk-white,

Devouring azure greens; where remnants, pale

And gnawed, of pensive corpses fell from light;

Where, staining suddenly the blueness, delirium,

The slow rhythms of the pulsing glow of day,

Stronger than alcohol and vaster than our lyres,

The bitter reds of love ferment the way!

I know skies splitting into light, whirled spouts

Of water, surfs, and currents: I know the night,

The dawn exalted like a flock of doves, pure wing,

And I have seen what men imagine they have seen.

I saw the low sun stained with mystic horrors,

Lighting long, curdled clouds of violet,

Like actors in a very ancient play,

Waves rolling distant thrills like lattice light!

I dreamed of green night, stirred by dazzling snows,

Of kisses rising to the sea's eyes, slowly,

The sap-like coursing of surprising currents,

And singing phosphors, flaring blue and gold!

I followed, for whole months, a surge like herds

Of insane cattle in assault on the reefs,

Unhopeful that three Marys, come on luminous feet,

Could force a muzzle on the panting seas!

Yes, I struck incredible Floridas

That mingled flowers and the eyes of panthers

In skins of men! And rainbows bridled green

Herds beneath the horizon of the seas.

I saw the ferment of enormous marshes, weirs

Where a whole Leviathan lies rotting in the weeds!

Collapse of waters within calms at sea,

And distances in cataract toward chasms!

Glaciers, silver suns, pearl waves, and skies like coals,

Hideous wrecks at the bottom of brown gulfs

Where giant serpents eaten by red bugs

Drop from twisted trees and shed a black perfume!

I should have liked to show the young those dolphins

In blue waves, those golden fish, those fish that sing.

-Foam like flowers rocked my sleepy drifting,

And, now and then, fine winds supplied me wings.

When, feeling like a martyr, I tired of poles and zones,

The sea, whose sobbing made my tossing sweet,

Raised me its dark flowers, deep and yellow whirled,

And, like a woman, I fell on my knees . . .

Peninsula, I tossed upon my shores

The quarrels and droppings of clamorous, blond-eyed birds.

I sailed until, across my rotting cords,

Drowned men, spinning backwards, fell asleep! . . .

Now I, a lost boat in the hair of coves,

Hurled by tempest into a birdless air,

I, whose drunken carcass neither Monitors

Nor Hansa ships would fish back for men's care;

Free, smoking, rigged with violet fogs,

I, who pierced the red sky like a wall

That carries exquisite mixtures for good poets,

Lichens of sun and azure mucus veils;

Who, spotted with electric crescents, ran

Like a mad plank, escorted by seahorses,

When cudgel blows of hot Julys struck down

The sea-blue skies upon wild water spouts;

I, who trembled, feeling the moan at fifty leagues

Of rutting Behemoths and thick Maelstroms, I,

Eternal weaver of blue immobilities,

I long for Europe with its ancient quays!

I saw sidereal archipelagoes! and isles

Whose delirious skies are open to the voyager:

-Is it in depthless nights you sleep your exile,

A million golden birds, O future Vigor?-

But, truly, I have wept too much! The dawns disturb.

All moons are painful, and all suns break bitterly:

Love has swollen me with drunken torpors.

Oh, that my keel might break and spend me in the sea!

Of European waters I desire

Only the black, cold puddle in a scented twilight

Where a child of sorrows squats and sets the sails

Of a boat as frail as a butterfly in May.

I can no longer, bathed in languors, O waves,

Cross the wake of cotton-bearers on long trips,

Nor ramble in a pride of flags and flares,

Nor swim beneath the horrible eyes of prison ships.

[swarishjewels]

How to Mix and Match Gemstones in 925 Silver Jewelry

Mixing and matching gemstones in 925 silver jewelry is a wonderful way to create unique, eye-catching pieces that reflect your personal style. The versatility of 925 silver, combined with the wide array of available gemstones, allows for endless combinations. Here’s a guide to help you master the art of mixing and matching gemstones in 925 silver jewelry.

Understanding 925 Silver

925 silver, also known as sterling silver, is made of 92.5% pure silver and 7.5% other metals, usually copper. This combination makes the metal durable and gives it a brilliant shine, making it an ideal setting for various gemstones.

Why Mix and Match Gemstones?

Mixing and matching gemstones in your jewelry adds color, texture, and personality to your pieces. It allows you to:

Express Individuality: Create pieces that are uniquely yours.

Complement Outfits: Coordinate jewelry with different outfits.

Highlight Gemstone Properties: Showcase the different meanings and benefits of various gemstones.

Tips for Mixing and Matching Gemstones

1. Choose a Color Palette

Start by selecting a color palette that suits your style. You can go for complementary colors (colors opposite each other on the color wheel) for a vibrant look, analogous colors (colors next to each other on the color wheel) for a harmonious feel, or monochromatic shades for a subtle effect.

Complementary Colors: Blue sapphires with orange citrines.

Analogous Colors: Blue topaz with green emeralds.

Monochromatic Shades: Different shades of blue, such as aquamarine, sapphire, and turquoise.

2. Consider Gemstone Properties

Each gemstone carries its own meaning and properties. Combining gemstones with complementary properties can enhance the overall symbolism of your jewelry.

Amethyst and Rose Quartz: Amethyst is known for its calming properties, while rose quartz symbolizes love.

Citrine and Peridot: Citrine is believed to bring prosperity, while peridot promotes health and vitality.

3. Balance Sizes and Shapes

Mix gemstones of different sizes and shapes to create a balanced and visually appealing piece. Pair larger gemstones with smaller ones to avoid overwhelming the design. Consider using a central large gemstone flanked by smaller stones.

Large Gemstone with Accents: A large blue topaz surrounded by small diamonds.

Mixed Shapes: Oval amethysts paired with round garnets.

4. Play with Textures

Incorporate gemstones with different textures to add depth to your jewelry. Smooth cabochons, faceted stones, and raw gemstones can all be combined for a unique look.

Smooth and Faceted: A smooth moonstone paired with a faceted ruby.

Raw and Polished: A raw emerald with a polished aquamarine.

5. Use Neutral Stones as Anchors

Neutral gemstones like diamonds, white topaz, or clear quartz can serve as anchors in your design, tying together more colorful gemstones and providing a cohesive look.

Diamond and Sapphire: Diamonds paired with blue sapphires for a classic, elegant look.

Clear Quartz and Amethyst: Clear quartz to highlight the deep purple of amethyst.

Creating Different Jewelry Pieces

1. Rings

When designing rings, consider the size and comfort. A large central gemstone with smaller side stones works well for rings.

Statement Ring: A large emerald with smaller accent diamonds.

Stackable Rings: Multiple thin bands each with a different small gemstone, such as ruby, sapphire, and emerald.

2. Earrings

For earrings, symmetry is key. Choose gemstones that complement each other in size and color.

Drop Earrings: A combination of blue topaz and peridot.

Stud Earrings: Pairing different gemstones like ruby on one ear and emerald on the other for a mismatched yet stylish look.

3. Necklaces

Necklaces offer more space to play with different gemstones. Layered necklaces can combine several gemstones for a rich, layered effect.

Pendant Necklace: A single pendant with multiple gemstones, such as a central amethyst surrounded by smaller citrines.

Layered Necklace: Different chains with individual gemstones like garnet, topaz, and tourmaline.

4. Bracelets

Bracelets can feature a single row of mixed gemstones or multiple rows for a bolder look.

Charm Bracelet: Charms with various gemstones like aquamarine, ruby, and peridot.

Cuff Bracelet: A wide cuff with inlaid gemstones of different colors and shapes.

Caring for Mixed Gemstone Jewelry

To maintain the beauty of your mixed gemstone jewelry:

Clean Regularly: Use a soft cloth and mild soap to clean your jewelry.

Store Separately: Store each piece separately to prevent scratches.

Avoid Chemicals: Keep your jewelry away from harsh chemicals and perfumes.

Conclusion

Mixing and matching gemstones in 925 silver jewelry is a creative and enjoyable way to enhance your collection. By considering color palettes, gemstone properties, sizes, shapes, and textures, you can create unique pieces that reflect your style and personality. With proper care, your mixed gemstone jewelry will continue to shine brightly for years to come.

[kevanwithana]

City of Winter (12/16/2023)

Chapter I

Frost - Witness a Tradition - Floating Market

“who warns of the Umbra"

Frost stepped out of the skiff onto one of the floating platforms anchored against the river current. These landings served as the entrance to Temple Island’s famous Floating Market. He glanced up at the sky, blanketed in gray clouds that promised yet another off-season storm.

Picking up his pace, Frost hurried into the maze of floating walkways that wound through the numerous watercraft holding shops and wares of all kinds. He passed through the fish market and frowned at how sparse the offerings were. A few friends called out in greeting as he passed the artisan quarter, finally pausing at an old worn houseboat.

A counter was set up displaying clay pots holding a rainbow of different colored powders made from various dried plants. Sitting at another counter was a woman as old and weathered as her boat. She was busily using a mortar and pestle to reduce a small mountain of dried flower petals into a deep blue powder.

“Hello Grandmother Rain,” said Frost in greeting. “You’ve been busy I see."

The woman looked up from her work with eyes filmed white by cataracts. A smile beamed from her at the sound of Frost’s voice, hinting at a strength of spirit that defied her aging body. “It’s been far too long boy. Are you getting your dyes from someone else these days? Don’t tell me you’ve been shopping with that crusty old tortoise Flood,” her mouth twisting in mock distaste. She waved her hand dismissively, “His dye fades to nothing the second a ray of light hits it."

Frost laughed warmly at her teasing, “I wouldn’t dare! I can’t risk being cut off. Nobody else gets Skyfire Red other than you, Grandmother."

At this her smile dimmed a bit and her gaze dropped. “Yes well, I’m afraid you’re out of luck today. My normal supplier from the Lion hasn’t made the journey down from the Citadel this year."

A peal of thunder split the sky, making Frost’s heart jump. As the sound of raindrops hitting roof and water swelled, Grandmother Rain hurried to seal the clay jars containing her stock of dyes before her namesake could do much damage.

Frost lent his help, grabbing lids and securing them as fast as he was able. A flash of lightning blinded him for a moment and he fumbled the pot he was reaching for. The sound of clay shattering was swallowed by another crash of thunder. He looked down in regret at the black sludge the rain had made of the dye upon the planks of the walk.

He knelt down to collect the broken pottery shards but noticed something that sent ice through his veins. Instead of being diluted and washed away by the rain, the black mess was… congealing. Rivulets of inky black were flowing together into a pulsing mass. A mass that suddenly lurched towards Frost’s nerveless fingers.

With a panicked cry he stumbled up and away from the unnatural sight, only to feel Rain’s withered hand grip his arm like a vice. Her eyes, normally a filmy white, were now blazing a vivid electric blue.

“It comes,” she whispered, her words reaching Frost’s ears clearly despite the downpour. Her voice had an eerie sibilance, as if a thousand whispers from a thousand voices echoed each word. “The Umbra comes. Loss without hope. Grief without solace. It seeks to murder the moon, and swallow the sun. And we, the restless, the departed, cannot bear its gaze."

And as quick as the madness descended from the sky it was gone. The storm ebbed, the wind calmed, and Grandmother Rain’s white eyes looked up at Frost in confusion. And that… thing… was nowhere to be found.

[teddiesbestestpal]

Morgana sweats as he falls upon the lower floor of Maruki’s palace, Adam Kadmon had knock both him and Tiefsee out of the upper layer of Maruki’s palace.

Morgana sweats, the black cat panting and sweating having already dropped his sword onto the ground, as hears the elegant yet graceful tap of boots Morgana grins.

“ Thanks for coming Tiefsee!” Morgana says eying the dumbo octopus Metaverse creation the same short height as him with light creamy orangish yellow skin with pointy elf ears long orangish yellow tentacle tendril hair with piercing reddish pink eyes with heavy eyeliner covered by a golden masquerade mask with a trident theme, underneath Tiefsee’s long grey trenchcoat adorned with golden buttons and a skull & crossbones badge he wears a white collared shirt with a light pastel reddish pink frilly tie around it and he wore light pastel reddish pink frilly gloves, his pants can rarely be seen under his trenchcoat but they match the color of his collared shirt which is white, he wears white boots with black stripes on the edge and with small gold buttons in the back and on his shoulder their are gold Epaulletes.

“ What are we going to do Tief?!” Morgana asks urgently as Tiefsee shakes his head.

“ I don’t know! Maruki’s stupid false reality has prevented me from processing data to access situations like I usually do!” Tiefsee says panicking as suddenly Adam Kadmon appears, the tall golden mechanical giant staring at them.

“ Tief! Watch out!” Morgana exclaims pulling out his sword as he tries to cut through Adam Kadmon but is pushed back. Morgana summons his third semester persona Diego as Diego casts Garudyne onto Adam Kadmon but Adam Kadmon destroys Diego with a single step as Morgana jumps back in pain.

“ Mona! Are you okay?!!” Tiefsee says with genuine concern written all over his face.

“ Tief.. please defeat Adam for me…” Morgana says as Tiefsee retorted.

Even though he couldn’t process data correctly currently he will help Morgana.

Tiefsee materialized his golden bladed anchor with a golden handle connected to a golden chain similar to that of a morning star. as Tiefsee threw his Anchor into Kadmon’s Back as he used the chain to pull himself up there.

“ I’m doing this for Morgana! For Akechi! For everybody!” Tiefsee thought to himself as suddenly a blue energy surrounds him as his Persona transforms into his new third semester Persona Edward, the now turquoise teal skinned half merman with long pastel light turquoise teal hair with a small emperor’s crown on it with tear shaped code coming out of it as Edward’s scleras are black with water tear shaped code in them and a closed mouth wearing a light dark turquoise fish tail scales themed raincoat with long puffy sleeves, actually opposable legs with scales on them and part bright turquoise teal with rainbow scale themed stripes heeled boots with a seashell shape at the end of them and wielding a fishing rod with multiple sharp bladed Darts at the end.

“ Rippled Heartache!” Tiefsee says as Edward channels his water energy as drips of water appear around him as the bladed darts from his fishing rod’s end become coated in water as the darts enters Kadmon’s body destroying it piece by piece as it makes a water heart shape before exploding as Tiefsee surely but gracefully landed on the floor.

Morgana got up as well happily hugging Tiefsee.

“ That was amazing Tiefsee! And you awakened to your third semester Persona as well! See? I knew you would get one!” Morgana says as Tiefsee blushes as he leans into the hug.

“ Thanks Mona.. now I’m sure the others are having a more easier time defeating Maruki..” Tiefsee says sweating while hugging Morgana, Tiefsee has worked hard today and so has Morgana, so they deserve to embrace each other.

[tornsurvivors]

♡  color  :  blue, sea green, white. mostly sea related colors. ♡  season  :  she likes each season for different reasons, honestly. but if she had to pick one, it'd be winter. she just likes the chilly weather. ♡  holiday  :  christmas. because every christmas, she'd always come back home to her family. it's also because of the spirit of giving. ♡  location  :  the beach or on her ship. honestly, anywhere that is by or on the sea. otherwise, in her own personal library or any other library. ♡  activity  :  reading, without a doubt. she adores losing herself in fictional worlds and picturing them. then there's the true stories that she would find fascinating, because of the knowledge and lessons they give. then just like everyone else, she has a guilty pleasure but hers is for a few select romance novels. but she's not going to admit that outright. ♡  film / show  :  N/A. buuuuuut for jaina in a modern au, I think she'd secretly be a sucker for a few chick flicks. other than that, she'd enjoy a good adventure film / show. documentaries as well. ♡  food  :  crab cakes, eel pie, mana cakes. ♡  beverage  :  Drop Anchor Dunkel (< yes it's a link to that drink), wine, tea. ♡  animal  :  hard to pick, she adores animals. but if she had to pick one, it'd be sharks. ♡  flower  :  forget me nots, starlight rose, carnations. ♡  song  :  kul tiran sea shanties, what else. she practically grew up with them.

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