#Rings wire wrap collection

[kentnaturaltribrid]

Couldn’t exactly figure out something else to put on the top. Running somewhat low on ideas. So made a ring with the letter D on it for Diablo or Devorible. Might finish up the series with a few other demons, but for the most part was trying to find a use for the letters. Still looking for a use for them since there is none of; A, E, O, and then for symbols there’s zero of the <3 and for numbers only have a pile of 5. That’s about it.

[natureselements]

💫 ‘Stardust’ wire wrap collection is dropping tomorrow ✨ Here’s a sneak peak of what’s looking for new forever homes 💚 shop here these are also able to be oxidized if one would like for an aged antique look 💫

[wroteclassicaly]

Warnings: Nothing but sin, baby. And… You know, filthy smutty smut.

Eddie taking you from behind for the first time.

He’s never been in this position before. He nearly blows his load on the spot. Your skin is a vast expanse of canvas, and my fuck he wants to paint every inch. You’re marveling, coasting high on his overly enthusiastic intrigue that’s wrapped in worship. He is marveling, fingertips stroking as if they’re a brush, rings clinking together.

His cock is so hard that he can barely breathe, his knees like jello as they’re pressed into the mattress. Your breathing is heavy, body coated in perspiration. You’re sure that you are dripping onto Eddie’s already stained sheets below, and this man hasn’t even touched you yet. He’s mumbling several praises, causing goosebumps to erupt along your flesh with every graze his touch gives. On nights when he had the trailer alone and pulled the TV into his room, he could simply make out through colorful porn and cheap moans — what it might look like to see a woman in this position.

But that’s all acting. And the girl wasn’t you. Seeing your body in such a vulnerable, wide open position — Eddie is but a mere goner. Now he could fist his cock, using your slick instead of lotion or his own saliva, he could feel his knuckles brush your plush cheeks on every twist his fist makes, hear your cunt separate with a loud squelch when you arched in front of him, offering yourself. At first, Eddie wasn’t sure where to look, too many viable options to feast his glazed over eyes upon.

Should he go for the instinctual urge to plant his irises on the thick globes that he grabs at every chance, that even magazines featuring America’s hottest sweetheart can’t capture, especially if you’re wearing those tight jeans. Or indulge in what his other head is thinking, finding your soaked cunt — ready and waiting for only him. Fuck, your tits… He had been so caught up in what reality brought, that wasn’t even prepared to see your naked breasts dangling in his eye-line, nipples hard. With a massively priceless view, Eddie couldn’t decide.

Visions danced around and around his wired brain, one that would surely cause him to live up to his reputation.

Finally, encouraging him to grip a hold of your cellulite dented cheeks and open you up, get a good look — the choice was made for him. His mouth had gone bone dry at the webbed shine drizzling off your swollen folds, some caught in the patch of curls you’d let grow out. You let him have his collective moments before speaking.

“Eds? You okay, baby?” His trim hips catch you off guard, caging you in, hands replacing yours on the fat of your ass, one slipping to grip his cock and slide the aching head along your pussy, both of you moaning in unison.

You can feel the coldness of his pick chain tickling your back, smell his Old Spice, his Camel cigarettes, and the joint he’d previously rolled. His breath is warm by your ear when he says, “Think we’re gonna need to move a mirror over here before we start, sweetheart.”

[ismellbitches]

Albatrio headcanons because I say so (all canon btw trust me I’m grizzlyplays)

Jay:

- she braids hair when she’s nervous. Especially in the Black Sea, Gillion and Chip have been walking around with little braids in their hair and Jay has an intricately braided bun with feathers, beads and wire intertwined with her hair.

- she loves baked goods. Every island they visit a small, wrapped box of regional pastries will show up in the kitchen. Her favourite has been a warm, iced cinnamon log from Joaldo.

- She reads the newspaper.

- She speaks primordial with a similar accent to Caspian. Since the water genasi are so nomadic, it would make sense for her to have teachers breeze through on short contracts to support their tribes, so she picked it up from her various teachers.

- she had a flower garden with Ayva before she passed. The garden became Jays passion project, a way to cope with the loss of her sister. She converted it into a memorial, with a small fountain and a bed of forget-me-nots. While Jay has been out at sea, May has been using some Druidic magic to keep the garden alive.

- she used to have cat named “Sugar”. It turned out to be a Quasit belonging to the local warlock.

- Jay collects sea glass

- she has aphantasia.

Chip:

- he has frequent nightmares about his crew and co-captains dying. It is not uncommon to hear quiet footsteps around the Albatross in the wee hours of the morning, as he checks the breath of each member of his crew.

- He doesnt remember his parents. But he has given them names, in his head, just in case they didn’t give him up. He’s told Reuben about that. He called it dumb. Chip never told anyone else.

- he has a stash of non-perishables in the floorboards of the captains quarters. Just in case.

- sorry these are all so sad but hhhhh he has body dysmorphia. He’s never felt “good-looking” and no one’s ever really told him, so he has a lot of anxiety about his appearance and uses the bandana constantly. This was made worse with his undeath.

- May cooked Chip a steak when they were at her tavern c.a ep 98, to help him and Jay decompress after the stress of Gillion’s near-death. It’s the best meal he’s ever eaten.

- He loves crabs. They remind him of when Arlin used to take him crab-spotting in the southern sea beaches. When they got back to Canella, Chip took Ollie too.

- Reuben used to teach him sea shanties he’d heard in and around the taverns by the port on Skullslice. He remembers all of them.

- there were a good 3 years from when chip was 9-11 where he wasn’t hugged once.

- he’s really good at darts.

- Chip has cried in front of four people in his entire life: Arlin, Reuben, Jay and Gillion. He has only ever really lost it to Reuben though. It was on his 14th birthday when he momentarily forgot what Arlin looked like.

- he has a lip ring. That’s it.

Gillion:

- Gillion would love Spider-Man.

- he really enjoys spicy, fermented, and salty foods. They remind him of home.

- Gillion didn’t talk for 3 days after shattering his Callnch.

- the elders wanted him to learn more languages, but it was a struggle for him to pick up common, so they abandoned the idea. Gillion still tries to learn celestial though, managing some very broken phrases from Chip.

- He loves pillows, but they can’t really be a thing in the undersea, so hes been working with Jay on making a waterproof pillow for him and pretzel.

- His coral gives him headaches.

- He suffers from asthma and joint pain due to the change in his environment

- Gillion had a small collection of mini stone leviathans he had been carving his entire life. He was almost done with Pelegus before he was exiled

- he has a love of history. It was his favourite subject growing up.

- He had so many imaginary friends.

- he and Edyn made up a secret language to communicate to each other without the elders knowing. He remembers every word.

[inoreuct]

i actually desperately need 40y/o zoro with reading glasses. thin wire frames with teensy rectangular lenses perched on his nose as he peers down at one of sanji’s french romance novels to see what all the fuss is about— after so many years with his husband he’s picked up a bit of the language and sanji has a stack of them on the nightstand and he’s bored, alright? sanji has something to wrap up at the restaurant and he might as well. he’s farsighted and squints at everything near him and it makes him look even grouchier than usual and the fact that he’s graying at the temples doesn’t help. he looks terrifyingly severe with all his scars and his frowning, until he smiles— he’s been doing that a lot more lately, and then people realise that’s why he has crow’s feet around his eyes. i need him to have a collection of bottles that he’s fiercely protective over; they’re all empty and the labels are faded to hell, but point to any one and he can tell you where it had been drunk. there’s a beer bottle from the first night he’d sailed with luffy. a sweet rum they’d popped to celebrate usopp’s return. the champagne from when he and sanji had gotten married.

i need 40y/o sanji with long, long hair that he ties and pins and styles differently every day. sometimes he makes decorative sourdough and he matches his braids to the patterns. i need him taking on protégés in his restaurant, guiding a new generation of culinary genius even though teenagers are fucking terrifying and annoying and argumentative, because he remembers being exactly like them and at the end of it they’re good kids. they listen to him (…to an extent). they’re sweet and talented and they do absolutely crazy shit in the process of trying to push their boundaries; sometimes they trip and fall, but it’s fine. that’s how they learn. that’s what sanji’s for, as their safety net and their mentor— he’ll give them shit for it and pick them up anyway, nag them while brusquely brushing off their knees. but sometimes, sometimes, they come up with something extraordinary, and sanji gets so proud he could cry. zeff drops by and nags at him for everything under the damn roof. sanji doesn’t mind it.

i need them in their kitchen, in the morning, when sanji’s far too chipper and zoro’s not awake enough, nursing a cup of coffee and half-asleep again at the table as sanji fries their eggs. i need zoro to have one of those old man rocking chairs that he settles into to watch the sunset and drink tea, because sanji’s managed to get him into tea of all things. he’d have never imagined liking matcha a decade ago. i need that rocking chair to be big enough for two so that sanji can curl into his side and thumb through yet another of his novels. i need zoro braiding his hair and falling asleep halfway. i need sanji pulling his glasses off when they slip down his nose and dragging his husband to bed so that he doesn’t bitch about his back hurting the next day. i need them at sanji’s restaurant, teaching the kids about food and liquor pairings— they’re a little terrified of zoro until he squints and pulls his specs out to read the labels, after which they’re running around calling him old man and grandpa roronoa. zoro fumes because for fuck’s sake, he’s forty, not ninety. he’s not old. he brings a bottle of wine three inches away from his face and sanji does nothing to stop the kids at all.

just— zoro with reading glasses. sanji with long hair. doing mundane, boring things that make them happy because they never expected to live this long anyway. zoro’s down to two earrings and sanji has one. their rings are woven straw pulled from luffy’s hat. they have a little motored dinghy out back that franky made for the times they need to go haul their captain’s ass out of trouble (as usual), but none of the crew are ever very far from each other. they stay at sanji’s restaurant in the all blue and occasionally fend off people from their past looking for revenge. or money. or to eat them out of the house and home, in luffy’s case, which then leads to zoro den den-ing the rest of the lot and sighing that they might as well come over for a cookout.

they’ve all gotten older; a little banged up and scruffed around the edges, but alive and well. nami’s making bank as a mapmaker who caters to the wealthy/insurance agent/financial advisor— zoro scoffs and calls her a swindling witch, to which she smiles at him all sweet before stomping solidly on his foot with her red-bottom heel. out of their conjoining workshops, franky and usopp have started a wildly successful demo-smithing company that specialises in custom explosives and bespoke carpentry. robin owns and maintains the most extensive archive of books any of them have ever heard of, and it’s pretty much lauded as one of the greatest libraries of all time; brook does gigs in jazz lounges and bistro bars, jinbei’s a diplomat who’s well-respected for campaigning for equal rights, and chopper runs his own medical practice. luffy, as usual, is doing whatever he wants, which is a little bit of everything. y’know, taking down corrupt governments and all that.

sanji feeds them like he’s always done and zoro brings out the good alcohol to pass around.

life’s good.

[novasolstarr]

You know what would be really funny of me to do...drop this short little Sebastian Writing I did awhile back :3

Been in a writing mood recently soo why nOT!

CW Warnings for motions of blood, injury, and minor minor death

•••

“One and two..” A voice echoed from the offset room, a clang of metal against cement ringing out to punctuate each word, “four…five..”

A low hiss or the occasional snarl followed behind. It took the mutant several minutes of digging around with his own knife like claws and a looped wire he twisted to bring the bullets out. Each tumbled down unceremoniously, landing on the ground and leaving a deep red trail of blood as it rolled.

“Nine..” a sharp growl followed the sound of two bullets falling. “Oh a two for one! We’ll say that’s eleven. Stop for now, I’m bleeding enough as is.”

The beast continued to talk with himself, wiping his hands off on the floor and slithering back towards the entrance.

No one seemed to be out there, well..besides the corpses, but that didn’t surprise him.

Lugging himself out with his third and right arm, he went towards the bodies, shredding the lab coats adorned on a select few and using those as a temporary bandage. It was enough to stop the bleeding from his arms, but his chest and tail were far too wide. He was gonna need something better. Be draped his coat and scarf back on, holding tight to the white under sweater and jabot while keeping the jacket closed with his third hand. The stains would be a pain in the ass to remove later and he didn't want to even think about sewing the holes.

•••

It was easy to lose track of the time in a place like this, searching in and around every room he stumbled into until he collected enough bandages for himself. Taking his haul of various antiseptics, medkits, and medications, he wandered down the seemingly ever changing halls. He whispered under his breath with each turn and each door he passed, finally settling on what he was looking for.

It was a challenge in itself to find a way in, having gone round and round through the pipes and vents nearby before he located a way in. Thank gods for the shitty construction of some of these rooms. He carefully dropped down into the room from the hole above, the rest of his snake like tail falling with an unceremonious thus.

Once inside, he looked around the shabby place. Relatively clean aside from the few shelves around, a balcony of sorts—somewhere the personnel could walk up higher—, pipes tangled around above him, and a desk with a broken lamp was pushed to the wall.

It wasn’t the best but the vent room was still better than anything else he had found thus far. Pushing himself to the corner of the room, he scattered his haul around, digging up the bandages and antiseptic first.

He took a few gauze from the medkits out, thoroughly soaking them in the antiseptic. His hands shook some while mentally preparing for what he needed to do. He took a deep, putting the jabot he owned in his mouth to bite down on. The antiseptic was gonna burn like hell..

The motion was quick, pressing the dripping gauze to the deep wounds on his chest as he let out a loud hiss, a snarl following suit as he pushed it down further into the hole. His hand fervently shook as he pulled it away, his breath just as unsteady while he composed himself once more. That was just one of them..now to do the other several.

•••

The process took a lengthy amount of time, wiping blood away, soaking gauze, pushing them in, and wrapping the injuries up. With his adrenaline wearing off and pain steadily creeping in, he felt his eyes grow heavy with sleep, shaking his head in a last effort attempt to stay awake.

Surely it would be fine to sleep now though..no one was around and most the personnel were dead or no longer here.

He rolled the decision around in his mind for just a bit longer, his head lolling to the side as he began to doze off once more. That was what finalized his choice.

A disappointed grumble rumbled in his throat as he wrapped his snake tail around in several coils, pressing his shredded tail fin to the vent door entrance as he hid his torso in the center of the coils. Partially removing the jacket to cover his head and play as a half-hearted pillow.

“Well Sebastian..here you are now..alone again, in this absolute hell hole,” he picked lightly at the bandages, wincing when he rolled over. “riddled with bullet holes and wanted dead. What a fantastic plan this was moron.”

He sat in silence for a while, nothing but his breathing and the groaning of the Blacksite to keep him company. Rolling the bracelet-turned-ring on his third hand between his fingers, he finally turned over, allowing his body to relax within the coils.

His breaths were heavy and quick, slowing down minute by minute until his chest rose and fell evenly, and a light snoring could be heard within the dark.

•••

I AM NO WRITER JUST SO IT'S KNOWN, I just like to do silly little short things like this from time to time and thought I'd share this on in particular :3

[ourmadmusings]

‘Come home,’ the Hexie mountain said, to begin another end - 

Miguel O’Hara is a proud man - he’s built a reputation from zero, the leader of the spider-people, tasked with the fate of the multiverse. He’s proud of the burden he’s placed on himself, if he didn’t shoulder it, who would? With such great responsibility, it warrants great sacrifice. Sacrifice is something he’s very friendly with, the concept hangs on him like a tattered blanket, the idea that at any moment, it can and will get worse.  And worse it does get. He comes back from a long and tedious mission only to find a smiling Jess at his control center, “I think I found someone you’d be keen to meet, O’Hara.” She’s standing proud, back straight as you peek around her back, bent slightly at the waist, you give a small wave. You’re smiling, despite the mask wrapped around your head, “hi, I’m fro-” “What did I say about bringing people back here without explicit permission?” He’s curt. His mask is intimidating, the red stands starkly around the black, but you can tell he's scrutinizing your every breath. “Well, hey, give’em a chance, will’ya? You haven’t seen what-”  “No.” He’s turning his back to the two of you as quickly as he’d come in. “No variants that I don’t approve of in this operation. Protocol, you know that.” You feel yourself shrink back behind Jess subconsciously, trying to escape the fire. He’s quick to leave the two of you without another word. Jess offers some supportive words, that he’s not nearly as bull-headed as he’s pretending to be, just give him time to warm up. She sends you back home with a wry smile.

You fill your time at home, in your own world, doing your routine rounds. Keeping things in check when it happens - a soft hum turns into a static buzz, it pulls the hair to stand up on the back of your neck. The littering of pebbles on your building's rooftop start to pull away from the flat top, as if fishing wire had pulled them up in a pathetic magic trick. They come crashing down as a chorus of car alarms ring out around you, your feet carry you to the edge and you stare, wide-eyed, as Electro visualizes out of thin air. You take a second to consider the possibilities when you hear a familiar voice - “I knew we’d see more of you, kid.” It’s Jess, coming from behind you, “lend us a hand, let’s show O’Hara what you’re made of, yeah?” She’s smiling at you, springing into action without another word.  You go through the motions with her, and she contains the anomaly, as she put it, so he’s ready for transfer. You’re only catching half of what she’s saying, “come on, Miguel, you’re being obtuse, we could always use an extra hand, we can keep’em on the back burner, let me lend a watch, please?” You hear the device on her wrist sigh, an exasperated fine, and a click. She tosses you a gold watch soon thereafter, “we’ll be in touch, honey.” She’s all smiles, winking at you as she speeds away, a dark cloud opens up, several spider-people emerge, collect the out-of-place Electro, and everything goes silent. 

You get called back to the citadel a few weeks later.  It’s all hustle and bustle, a perky brunet meets you with a rather standoffish spider, he’s all smiles as he pulls you back through the halls, explaining the in’s-and-out’s. He does a bang-up job explaining the transfer systems, containment, how the watches work to connect the web of spiders to one another to help sort out anomalies in the multiverse, it’s our job, he says with hands on his hips, to make sure none of us have to sacrifice more than necessary. You’re trying to convey your understanding from behind the mask, “you can take it off here, you know?” The tall man says, he’d been close on your heels, never really chiming in on your little tour until now, “we’re all pretty safe here. All things considered,” he mumbles the last part, but you tell them you’d be more comfortable keeping it on for now, “ah, you’re probably smart for that,” Hobie finally says. You’re not sure what he means, but you’re thankful he lets it go after that. The tour ends at the control center, you’d been here before, you tell Pav. He’s a little surprised when you tell him you’d even met O’Hara before. Not formally, of course, but he’d made your acquaintance. Hobie laughs, “yeah, well, he ain’t one for chit-chat.”  “Enough,” he finally chimes in, just as curt as you remember, and in habit you shrink into yourself, “don’t you have somewhere else to be?”  “Oh, yeah…” Pav trails off as he grabs Hobie’s arm, pulling him away. They’re quick to say their goodbye’s to you and head off into the hallways, leaving you with mister boss-man himself, alone. He’s bigger this time, it feels like. Or maybe you just feel smaller.  You’re not quick to say anything this time, without his mask, you can see the scowl on his face, he looks tired. The urge to comment bubbles in your guts, but you busy yourself picking at the hem of your glove - “Aren’t you going to introduce yourself, Spider-woman from Earth twenty-fifty-four?” You’re not sure what he means by the Earth part, but you feel your back go rod-straight, “O-oh yeah, sorry I’m-”  “Don’t apologize,” he sounds frustrated, “I already know who you are, I’ve been keeping an eye on you at Jessica’s request.”  “The Spider-woman who brought me here the first time, right? The one who gave me the watch?” You’re trying to keep up with everything, but the way he stalks over to you, eyeing you up and down, scrutinizing your every move is unnerving. You’re sure he’s doing it on purpose, trying to intimidate you, and you hate to admit that it’s working. The hair on the back of your neck has been itching since Pav and Hobie said goodbye. “Yeah, that’s right. Can I ask, why are you keeping your mask on in here?” It sounds like a genuine question coming from him, like he’s a little hurt you don’t trust the safety he’s built yet.  “Oh, just - Uh, just cause.” You smile under the mask, nervous and apprehensive. You don’t want to admit that you’re intimidated by him, the mask being your only source of mock-confidence in situations like this. “It’s just more comfortable.”  “I know that’s a lie, mine gets so muggy I can hardly stand it some days.” He’s turning away from you as he says it, the blase way in which the statement rolls off his tongue surprises you a little. Maybe he’s offering an olive branch, trying to ease you into his presence.  “When I first started all this stuff, I used to keep a dryer sheet tucked behind my head.” You’re speaking before you realize, suddenly embarrassed, “it helped a little, but it was itchy…” you hear him chuckle, a low rumble from his place in front of you, he turns with the comment, “really? I’ve never heard of someone doin’ that, it really worked?”  “Heh - y-yeah, but it would make my hair really greasy, too. I stopped doing it and just changed the material around my mouth to help instead,” your hand flies to the back of your head, the faint itch from the memory lures your hand to scratch.  His eyes crease with a smile, “that’s kind’a funny…”  The quick conversation ends there and he gets to business, telling you where he needs you, what’s expected, and how to properly use his little device to catch an anomaly. He’s trusting you to go with a Peter variant, he tells you Peter B. Parker doesn’t venture out on missions very often anymore, though he’s very familiar with the tech, so he’ll help you, but you were in charge of the heavy lifting on this one - a trial run, he’d said. You thank him for the opportunity and tap at your watch until the portal opens, you step through and start your working-interview for the spider-society.

a/n: lets start from the beginning, how did a guy like you end up with O’Hara wrapped around your little finger? Pt. 1 - Pt. 3 - Pt. 4 -

[beneathsilverstars]

@horatiocomehome replied

ooo how about jewelry taste. dangly earrings vs studs, do they wear bracelets, rings, flashy vs elegant, etc

mirabelle has so many cute trinkets! we know she loves accessories that go ding ding, and she'll layer a ton of necklaces so they knock against each other. sometimes they all match nicely, sometimes it's eclectic chic! she adores metal charms and carved beads, especially charmingly unusual shapes like an itty bitty fork, ducky, book, etc. as well as classics like lockets and bells! she tends to fidget with rings and lose track of them, so she avoids those. post-canon she decides to stop wearing earrings, so she turns her novelty earrings into bracelet/necklace charms! and gives her more basic studs to isabeau so he'll actually own some basics.

isabeau is all about shapes and contrast, so he likes chunky beads in materials like turquoise or jasper that have different shades marbled together, metal geometric shapes, wire-wrapped stone, and unique arrangements of elements. he likes funny noises too, but will go for one complicated necklace instead of multiple single strands. he definitely tends towards statement necklaces and earrings — he used to run into trouble because he only had statement pieces, so they would clash terribly, but then he started buying more matching sets. he loves bonding earrings as a romantic, but is a little torn because there's no way any two earrings could match all of his fits...

odile is the kind of person to pick a nice look and stick to it, so there's not much variety in her accessories. she has her glasses gems, a pair of pearl studs, a pair of silver studs, and a couple sentimental rings that she keeps somewhere safe instead of wearing. we know bonding earrings are popular in ka bue but not as universal as in vaugarde; i think it would be cute if ka bue had a whole language of earrings and rings, with different gem types/cuts/colors denoting different sorts of relationships and emotions. so she's got, like, a [daughter, you are the most important thing in my life] ring from her dad, and a [lover, we change each other] ring from an ex.

siffrin is all about sentimental pieces!! it doesn't really occur to him to buy himself jewelry, but isa or mira will see him looking at something in the market and buy it for him and suddenly the aesthetic appeal that sif had mildly enjoyed doesn't matter at all compared to They Gave This To Me. siffrin tends to be drawn towards solid shades or starry dots, and smooth, swirling shapes. isa also gets them stimmy pieces like a bumpy bangle or spinny ring, and mira gets them cute things that remind her of them like star pins or kitty charms. he's just so fun to give trinkets to, even bonnie and odile have gotten him some, so he's working up quite a collection! he carefully rotates through everything, and keeps some pieces in his pockets when he can't fit everything he wants onto his body or doesn't want to wear any jewelry that day.

bonnie's bracelet is smooth wood, and they're going to be very upset the day it no longer fits over their hand. they prefer non-rock materials like wood, shells, bones, and sea glass, because that's just way more fun! they made shell necklaces with nille all the time, so many that it doesn't matter how often they lose them.

loop goes full magpie! since they don't have to buy necessities like food, they're less careful about spending money than siffrin, plus they're more desperate to capture any scrap of joy. they also have a bit of "everyone else is an npc" brain and "i am both above and beneath normal rules", so they're more comfortable with stealing than siffrin is. they like drapey chains, black and white beads, and unusual pieces. they like the pressure stim of very heavy necklaces and the clack of many bracelets. once when one of their favorites broke they procured the tools to fix it, and started modifying the stuff they own and stringing trinkets onto chains!

[kyanitedragon]

[ID: Scans of the inner locker from the Fearidescent line for Clawdeen, Lagoona, Frankie, and Cleo. Full image description in the alt text as well as under the cut.

Image 1: Clawdeen's locker has a crescent moon mirror that says "Stay Pawsitive". On the first shelf is her iCoffin on a stand, as well as her glasses and some makeup items. On the middle shelf is more makeup and hair products as well as her golden comb. On the bottom shelf is her moonclaw necklace, a pink fur shawl, a small cresent moon bag, and her earring collection.

Image 2: Lagoona's locker has a shell mirror that says "Make A Splash". On the first shelf is her iCoffin on a stand, señor squeaky in an overflowing sink, and a makeup case. On the middle shelf is toothpaste and toothbrushes. On the bottom shelf is her spa day mask, eye cucumbers, her octopus headband, and a brush and comb.

Image 3: Frankie's locker has a hexagon mirror that says "Spark Kindness". On the first shelf is their iCoffin on a stand, as well as a makeup kit, a pipe sink, and an outlet on the wall. On the middle shelf is a hair dryer in their monster ball bag and hair color spray cans. On the bottom shelf is the styling hand wearing their green "zap" ring, fake nails and nail polish, and wire cables.

Image 4: Cleo's locker has a scarab mirror that says "Treasure Yourself." On the first shelf is her iCoffin on a stand, a skullete selfie stick, as well as scarabs, mummy wraps, and her fearidescent earrings and necklace. On the middle shelf is a mirror, Cleo's glam case, and a black cat with an egyptian necklace, as well as Cleo's necklaces. On the bottom shelf is two dolls of Tut and Hissette, as well as makeup supplies. End ID]

[detectivesebcas]

Promptober 2024 Day 2- Appreciating Stefano's Art (Canon Divergence)

Warnings- canon typical gore

At first, Sebastian isn’t sure what draws his eye to the large framed print on the wall next to him.  He’s moving at a run as he tries to get through the artist’s domain as quickly as possible, determined to find Lily before the unthinkable happens, but still he can’t resist the pull of this one blown-up photograph, and without even realizing it, he slows and stops, staring at it as though in a trance.

It’s not so different from Stefano’s other creations.  The main focus is on the body of a woman.  It’s wrapped in barbed wire in a way that viscerally reminds him of Ruvik, but this isn’t the sort of crude scientific experiment Ruvik would conduct.  The model is laid out elegantly, almost reverently, and while Sebastian recoils at the violence of the image- the places where the wire pierces her skin and the blood trickles down her body to pool underneath her- there is something compelling about it, something…He stops himself before he can call it beautiful, even in his mind.

There’s a flicker of blue light to his left, and even without looking, he knows Stefano is beside him.  He tenses for a moment, but the other man doesn’t move to attack him.

“She is stunning.  Is she not?” Stefano asks, his voice softer and more contemplative than Sebastian has ever heard him.  “It was a privilege to work with her.”

Sebastian shakes his head, but his own voice comes out with far less conviction than he intends to inject into his words.  He wouldn’t describe what he’s seeing as ‘stunning’, but there is also something that sets it apart from the hundreds of crime scenes he’s witnessed.  This victim was handled with care, displayed like an object of worship.

When he finds his voice, all he can say is, “You killed her.”

“I did,” Stefano says simply, “but not because I wanted to see her dead.  Because I had to memorialize her final moment, the culmination of her entire life.  I allowed her to transcend her dull reality, her lack of purpose.  I helped her to become more than she could ever have been on her own.”

“No,” Sebastian says.  He wants to shout it, but there’s a heaviness in the air around them, and his voice will only leave him in a quiet, collected tone.  “It’s not worth it.  No piece of art is worth taking a life.”

Despite his words, in that moment, he understands Stefano more than he ever has.  Before this, he thought the other man was motivated by the thrill of power, of taking a life, that he was capturing this moment on film to relive his sick fantasies, but now he can see that the photograph is his end goal.  The death of the subject is a necessary step, but it’s not what Stefano ultimately desires.  Even so, he could never condone it.

Almost as if he can hear Sebastian’s thoughts, Stefano speaks.

“And what about Lily?”

Sebastian quickly turns to Stefano, a look of surprise on his face, but Stefano only gives him a vague smile and continues before he can interject.

“Yes, I know her name.”  He pauses.  “I suppose you would take a life for her?”

Sebastian feels dizzy, agitated- torn between his duty to protect life and the knowledge that he would kill a thousand men if it meant he could have Lily back.  When he speaks, his voice is low and rough.

“As many as I have to.”

“Good,” Stefano says with a nod.  “In time you’ll understand why I must do the things I do.”

Sebastian shakes his head, but he’s not even convincing himself.  “I won’t,” he insists.  “We are not the same.”

“Not the same,” Stefano muses, “but not entirely different either.”

Sebastian knows Stefano is right, knows there is something to what he’s saying, but anger flares up inside him and he lunges forward, grabbing at empty air as Stefano disappears in a flash of blue light.  His laughter rings in Sebastian’s ears.

“No!” Sebastian snarls.  “I’ll never be like you!”

His words echo off the walls around him, and he knows in some ways, he already is.

Stefano watches through the aperture as Sebastian collects himself and continues forward.  They are both heading toward their inevitable confrontation, but Stefano doesn’t relish the thought of it the same way he did before.  Something has changed about the way he sees Sebastian, and now the exhibit hall he has prepared for him doesn’t seem like enough, doesn’t feel like it would do justice to the intensity of his passion, the pure determination to achieve his goal.

It’s odd, Stefano thinks to himself, because his other subjects- in fact every other person he has met- achieves their most perfect form only at the moment of death, but it seems that to kill Sebastian would be to rob him of everything that makes him a compelling subject, everything that makes him a formidable foe.

At the very least, he must see how far Sebastian is willing to go for the girl…how much he is willing to compromise his other ideals to save her…how much he is willing to sacrifice.  Sebastian is the rare person who is far more interesting to him alive than dead.

There is still the matter of the girl, of course.  Sebastian will not stop until he has her, and Stefano cannot let that happen.  All of his work has led up to this moment.  He will take the Core’s power and create his own world with absolute artistic freedom, and no one will stop him.

And yet he still has plans for this world, plans for Lily and her father.  Perhaps he can draw things out a bit longer, or perhaps his own death at Sebastian’s hands will be the culmination of everything they have both worked for.

He takes a deep breath and strides into the gallery, knowing he is only a few seconds ahead of Sebastian.

[jynzandtonic]

12 Days of Fluffmas — Day 8: First Christmas as a Family

Adam Sackler x Fem Reader

Part of the Baby Daddy Sackler AU and What to Expect fic.

Adam never used to be big on Christmas. He’s not close with his family, so Christmas was usually a day he’d spend alone or with a random collection of friends. He didn’t have anything against the holiday; it just wasn’t much fun for him.

But Christmas with you and a one-year-old? Now that is seriously fun.

Little Sage giggles happily as she pulls a kangaroo plushie from her stocking and hugs it to her chest. Adam had loved every second of picking out presents for her and decorating the apartment, even if she’d taken to pulling every ornament off the tree that she could reach. And this Christmas morning, there’s a pile of gifts under the tree waiting for her.

She’s almost as excited about unwrapping the presents as she is with what’s beneath all the paper and bows: a rainbow stacking ring toy, a wire maze with colorful blocks, a rocking horse that Adam made himself, and a toy car that she can sit in. She shrieks with joy as Adam wheels her around the apartment in the little car, making sound effects when he skids her around corners. 

After she’s all played out, Adam snuggles up with her on the couch, feeding her slices of Christmas orange and pieces of gingerbread cookies. Her eyelids finally start to droop from all the morning excitement and he carries her back to the nursery to put her down for a midday nap. When he returns to the living room, he finds you waiting with a small wrapped box.

“It’s your Christmas present,” you say, offering up the gift.

Grinning, he takes it from your hands and tears away the wrapping paper. He opens the lid slowly and his face goes slack at what he finds inside.

It’s a positive pregnancy test.

“Are you really?” he asks, face painted with awe.

You nod, and he immediately pulls you into his arms, crushing your body to his. His eyes are shining with wetness as he pulls back to look at you.

“Merry Christmas, love,” you whisper, a smile growing on your face. “Here we go again.”

[kentnaturaltribrid]

Worlds apart, heart’s broken in two, two…..

Finished up earlier this one with the gold color wire around the silver wire. Still thinking on the next piece or project pieces that need doing, if time permits.

[redspringthorn]

🇵🇸 Wire wraps for Palestine 🇵🇸

100% of the profits from these sales will go to fundraisers for Palestine or to buying eSims.

1- $35 - Eye pendant with garnet and carnelian beads.

2- $35- size 7 / 7.5 eye ring with amethyst beads

3- $25 - size 8 / 8.5 eye ring with amethyst beads

4- $25- size 5.5 eye ring with citrine, garnet and zircon beads. This one is not as comfortable as the other ones because of how bulky it is.

5- $30 - size 9 eye ring with moonstone and peridot beads

6- $15 - size 8 ring with antique seashell bead and garnet and amethyst beads

7- $15 - size 6 eye ring with glass bead

8- $10 - size 6.5 eye ring with glass bead

9- $10 - size 8.5 rose ring with amethyst beads

10- $10 - size 7.5 rose ring with green zircon beads

These are all made with solid copper wire.

ONLY the numbered listings on eBay apply to donating 100% of the profit. If you see something else on my eBay account that's not numbered or not a wire wrap and you want to purchase it for this fundraiser, message me and I will donate 25-50% of the profit of those items depending on what it is!

In addition, if you have the money and want to purchase these items for more than they are listed in order to donate more, I'll leave the option open for making an offer on eBay.

More info under the cut.

I'm selling these through my eBay account. eBay takes about 10%, but all profit other than that and shipping will go directly to fundraisers for Palestine or eSims and I will send proof for each one if wanted.

These are being sold for much cheaper than they normally would be because I just started out wire wrapping and intended for most of these to be practice pieces, but I think they all turned out well enough to actually be worn, though they may have small imperfections. So please look at the photos on eBay carefully. I won't be accepting returns since the money is going to be donated.

You can message me if you want the profit from your purchase to go to a specific established gofundme or organization for Palestine, or to buy esims. Here's some of the links I was going to use to donate.

Please feel free to message me if you have any questions!

Operation Olive Branch list of gofundmes:

https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1vtMLLOzuc6GpkFySyVtKQOY2j-Vvg0UsChMCFst_WLA/htmlview#

Palestine Children's Relief Fund :

https://www.pcrf.net

https://www.unrwa.org

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Wifi my beloved I have another idea 🤲

Bless the anon that said Legacy would collect stones and rocks and sea shells cause i present to you

Jewel maker! S/o

Hhhh it's such a neat concept I brainstormed a little

From the back of Ajax's mind, Legacy has long been familiarised with your jewellery shop. It's small and tucked in a cozy little corner of Liyue. You make everything by hand, spending hours and hours molding wire and metal (??) into pretty shapes. Unfortunately, that leaves you with very little time to go out and find the best materials yourself, something Legacy's instincts say is very important, so you most likely buy the materials you need.

Nuh uh. Not on Legacy's watch.

He goes out and finds the prettiest crystals and gems and what he recognises as the rough materials of what you use to make your jewellery, just to see the way your eyes light up in shock, then delight.

Now I can't help but wonder what jewellery you'd make for him and Ajax. 👀 Like imagine how pretty moth would be with his armor adorned by gold and glittery jewels, as ethereal as dangerous... And childe deciding that, oh, you gifted him something you made with your own hands? Oh he's never taking it off that's for sure.

(Also imagine proposing to Ajax and Legacy instead of the opposite sksksksk)

oooHHHHH this is so!! cute!!!! i'm a lover of unique pretty jewelry so this is right up my alley :D

Legacy also knows how exhausting your work is, spending hours squinting at tiny, shining components to craft the perfect pieces for your customers. on good days, you're merely fatigued- on bad days, your head thuds with pain and your eyes hurt so much that you can barely see. so your Abyssal moth monster sneaks out while you're at work, searching high and low for all that glitters, every type of rock and stone that you can use in your art. he's not alone- Zhongli usually tags along with him, showing Legacy how to identify the highest quality crystal and cor lapis, occasionally even bringing along the mischievous funeral parlor director, who's all the happier to hang around an intimidating-looking Abyss creature. sometimes Legacy feels the presence of an adeptus or two, the amber he finds unusually pure and vibrant, even glimpsing the far-off aura of the Conqueror of Demons, watching him from far away, and Legacy happily ambles back to your shop at the end of the day, arms full of rough gemstones

you blink in surprise when Foul Legacy pushes the door open and deposits the jewels on your workbench, after he's sure you've put all your tools away. he chirps proudly, rolling a chunk towards you to inspect, and after a moment of shock your face splits into a delighted grin, flinging your arms around Legacy as he rumbles joyfully. you're sure to base some of your next collections off of him, incorporating elegant moth-ish patterns with a splash of stars here and there, gold and silver and deep, rich hues. he trills in delight when he sees the bracelets, necklaces, and earrings you've made, watching you design them from over your shoulder, occasionally nudging your cheek to remind you to rest. his claws wrapped around you give you the perfect opportunity to measure them, discern his ring size so you can make measurements for the sketch on the very last page of your notebook, a custom pair of rings etched with stars, one smaller than the other- one for Ajax, and one for Foul Legacy- for when you finally work up the courage to propose

[ssudas]

Techniques and craftmanship methods require for Jewelry making

Jewelry making involves a wide range of techniques and craftsmanship methods, each requiring specific skills, tools, and materials. Here are some of the most common techniques used in jewelry making, whether for handmade artisanal pieces or mass-produced collections:

Hand Fabrication

Sawing: Using a jeweler’s saw to cut metal sheets into desired shapes.

Filing & Sanding: Smoothing and refining metal surfaces or edges after cutting.

Soldering: Using heat to melt solder (a metal alloy) to join pieces of metal, such as attaching clasps, links, or settings.

Forging: Shaping metal by hammering it to create texture, thin it out, or curve it.

Polishing: Using buffing machines, wheels, or cloth to achieve a high-shine finish on the metal.

Casting

Lost Wax Casting: A mold is created from a wax model, which is then melted and replaced with molten metal. This is one of the oldest techniques used for making detailed metal jewelry pieces.

Centrifugal & Vacuum Casting: Used to ensure the molten metal flows evenly into the mold, minimizing air bubbles and imperfections.

Stone Setting

Prong Setting: Small metal prongs are used to hold a gemstone in place. Common for engagement rings.

Bezel Setting: A metal rim encircles the gemstone to hold it securely.

Pavé Setting: Multiple small gemstones are set closely together, often giving the illusion of a continuous surface of stones.

Channel Setting: Gemstones are set between two strips of metal, allowing for a seamless, smooth look.

Flush Setting: The gemstone is set flush with the metal surface, offering a sleek and modern aesthetic.

Gypsy Setting: Similar to flush setting but usually involves a hammered finish around the gemstone, used for bold, simple designs.

Engraving & Embellishment

Hand Engraving: Using sharp tools to carve intricate patterns or designs into metal surfaces.

Laser Engraving: A modern technique that uses lasers to create detailed engravings or inscriptions, often used for personalization.

Etching: Using acid or other chemicals to corrode the surface of the metal in specific patterns, creating a textured or detailed design.

Filigree

Wire Work: Fine wires of gold or silver are twisted and shaped into intricate designs, often with lace-like appearances. This technique requires high precision and is often used in traditional jewelry.

Enameling

Cloisonné: Small cells or compartments are created with metal wire, which are then filled with enamel (colored glass powder) and fired to create vibrant patterns.

Champlevé: Enamel is applied into recessed areas of metal, then fired to create a colored design.

Plique-à-Jour: A transparent enamel technique that allows light to shine through, giving a stained-glass effect.

Hammering & Texturing

Chasing: A technique where the surface of the metal is hammered from the front to create patterns or designs.

Repoussé: The reverse of chasing, where the metal is hammered from the back to create a raised design.

Texturing: Using different hammers, stamps, or other tools to create a variety of surface textures, such as hammered, brushed, or matte finishes.

Wirework

Wire Wrapping: Jewelry made from twisting and wrapping wire into shapes and loops, often around gemstones, beads, or crystals.

Weaving & Knotting: Using wire or string to weave intricate patterns, often incorporating beads or small stones.

Beadwork

Stringing: Threading beads, pearls, or gemstones onto a string or wire to create necklaces or bracelets.

Knotting: Tying knots between beads (commonly pearls) to ensure they don’t rub against each other and for added strength.

Loom Beading: Using a loom to weave tiny seed beads into patterns for bracelets, necklaces, or other accessories.

Electroforming

Metal Coating: This is a process where a base material (such as a wax or organic object) is coated with a metal layer through electroplating. It’s commonly used for creating lightweight, hollow jewelry pieces.

CNC & 3D Printing

CNC Machining: This computerized technique is used to carve precise patterns and designs into metal or wax, enabling intricate designs that are difficult to achieve by hand.

3D Printing: Used for prototyping or creating complex designs, 3D printing involves creating a wax or resin model layer by layer, which can then be cast in metal using traditional techniques.

Inlay & Marquetry

Stone Inlay: Stones, such as turquoise or lapis lazuli, are cut into thin pieces and inserted into metal grooves to create decorative designs.

Wood or Shell Inlay: Wood, shell, or other non-metal materials are inlaid into metal surfaces to create intricate designs or mosaics.

Embossing & Stamping

Stamping: Using metal stamps or dies to create patterns or letters on the surface of a piece.

Embossing: Using pressure to raise designs on metal surfaces, creating a three-dimensional effect.

Granulation

Beading Technique: Small metal beads or granules are applied to the surface of a piece and soldered to create intricate designs, often used in ancient and traditional jewelry styles.

Soldering & Welding

Soldering: Used to join metal pieces together with the help of solder and heat.

Laser Welding: A modern technique using laser technology to weld small or delicate pieces of metal together, often for intricate repairs.

Pearl & Bead Setting

Knotting: Hand-knotting is used in pearl necklaces to separate each pearl and add durability.

Glue Setting: Some beads and pearls are set using adhesives, especially in designs where drilling holes isn't practical.

By mastering these techniques and methods, jewelry makers can produce pieces ranging from simple, minimalist designs to complex, ornate creations. The choice of technique depends on the desired aesthetic, materials used, and the skill level of the jeweler.

[venus-in-pearls]

~ gold wire- wrapped and beaded shell necklace ~

. Handcrafted with a Yellow Prickly Cockle shell that I ethically, sustainably, and locally collected by hand (Gulf of Mexico), tarnish resistant gold wire, glass beads, beading filament, beading filament, and a gold plated clasp lobster clasp, jump ring, and crimp beads!

. I need to keep practicing my sun wire-wrapping skills! I'll definitely be making some more wire-wrapped sun and shell necklaces soon!

. Dm me here if you're interested in receiving any of my jewelry pieces!