#Sterling Forge

[aeniith]

Sonoran green turquoise (mined about 20 years ago, when it was more blue like this). Set in a forged silver ring.

[rancorousmendez]

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Bonus:

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[satoruhour]

On honeymoon with geto..and while you’ve had sex before, it’s the first time you two do it unprotected. His face lights up when you tell him to do it without a condom and breeding kink goes BRRRRRRRR

a/n: “Newlyweds gojo and reader having sweet romantic nasty dirty disgusting shameless honeymoon sex PLEEK” combining requests since theyre the same premise! anons u two r the biggest brained mfers and bc u all voted so nicely and promptly this is my lil present :3

wc: about 1k+ for each drabble

warnings: SEPARATE drabbles, fem!reader, soft dom!geto that turns filthy at the mention of no condoms lol, unprotected sex, fingering, clit stimulation, creampie / breeding kink, sorta soft dom!gojo but not really established, almost public sex and multiple rounds for gojo, n*sfw under the cut

✶ GETO

the first breath of fresh air is already so pleasant and different from japan, but you’re distracted again by the shiny band upon your finger, staring at it with a small smile. you had your eyes glued on the sterling silver for the whole flight here, only breaking out of your daze when suguru approaches with your collected luggages, pressing a kiss to your temple. “shall we go?” you can’t help but mumble a soft ‘i love you’ before you peck his lips, the coldness of his matching ring on your skin reminding you of your newly forged bond.

geto makes sure you feel its coldness later on your thigh, hand holding down your legs firmly when he first inserts both fingers, cunt easily sucking him in right until you feel the chill of the wedding ring. he’s rewarded with your sweet moans, s’thick and s’good leaving your lips softly while he leaves your clit untouched. it’s throbbing, and yet he tortures you more when he removes his fingers.

“suguru!”

“what?” he grins, a sick grin as he starts to remove his pants and admires the way your pussy just asks for his dick. “want ya to cum on my cock.”

“yeah, but—” you huff, although you weren’t opposed, before you hear the familiar crinkle of the condom packet and you’re sitting up to hold his hands back. now, his what was truly confused, and you bit your lip, wondering if this was really the route you wanted to go down.

you’ve always loved sex with suguru; it was phenomenal always, except the feeling of the rubber in you. it was necessary, you knew, but now that you’re bound by vows and your endless love, you’d think that . .

“can we not use it today, sugu?”

geto didn’t think he heard you correctly, and he’s asked you to repeat it even when you’ve seized the packet and threw it to the side, a hand on his hardened cock that only responds to you — you swear you feel more pre-cum on your thumb when you say it for the third time.

“are you sure, baby?” geto asks softly, hovering over you with his large stature and it’s just like the first time you were intimate with each other. caring and gentle as he always is, “we don’t have to do away with it just cause we’re married now, (y/n).”

you give him a small reassuring smile. “i’m sure, suguru.”

and he proceeds to ask you for two more times before your legs are carried up. surprised, you watch as he drags his tip along your folds, eyes darkening when he watches his pre-cum mix with your juices. and now when he’s given permission to fuck you raw? he can hardly keep his heart rate down.

“hear that, baby?” geto moans, keeping his eyes locked in yours, making you hear just how wet you were and you nod, wanting to have his hand in yours. there’s a mixture of your moans when he first pushes in, with your pussy clenching around him. a loud whine leaves your throat as your hands interlock.

“s-su! feels so—!” you gasp when he bottoms out, a feeling entirely different from the usual — you swear you can feel his cockhead and the veins along his length, and geto knows the same. your gummy walls that hug him, your warmth.

“shiitt . . god, you feel so fuckin’ good—” he grunts out, leaning forward to capture your lips, sighing when he does a light thrust and the drag of your cunt is just too good and he already feels his high approaching. “just so perfect in this pussy— t-thank you, darling.”

geto swears he goes in and out of consciousness when his hips start to move, focused solely on your hand on his cheek and the squeeze of your hand in his, alongside those hooded, drunken eyes of yours and the whimpers leaving your mouth.

“suguru— s’big!” you pant against his lips and the squelch of your pussy is only amplified by how swiftly he rails into you, driven by the raw feeling of your cunt.

“y’can take it, can’t ya?” geto hums, pressing one last kiss against your lips and comes off of you, grabbing your legs and pushing. they’re right up to your chest and suguru reaches so deep, you squeal in surprise. “good girl, takin’ me so damn well.”

you let him use your body, now hanging onto the headboard of the hotel room as his hips move relentlessly into your dripping cunt. you can see your juices splay everywhere from how wet you were and the rough movement of his hips don’t help, “g’na cum, su—”

“that so?” he mumbles, and angles his hips to hit that spot and your head digs into the pillow. although, geto doesn’t like that, “c’mon baby, watch me as i breed you.”

you whine at his choice of words, opening your eyes to see your newly wedded husband look divine. his hair falls all over his face and his lips are parted in little pants, sweat lining his torso and face but his honeyed eyes only look at you.

the way geto’s hips drive into you is carnal, feeling your ass ripple with his thrust to the hilt and the sounds that leave his lips sound like heaven, a mix between whines and moans — “look at how much cum i have f’r you—”

and for the both of you it comes so quickly you don’t have time to prepare for the visions of white; you can feel as geto cums deep in you, feeling each spurt of cum fill you up and you think you’d never want to go back to condoms ever again. geto’s head is thrown back when he shoots his load, hips bucking so much as you cum at the same time, spasming on his cock that the room is full of your lewd sounds.

geto doesn’t look at you when he removes his cock silently, watching as his tip continues to push out globs of semen while your cunt is painted white. it’s clear he’s drunk on it, looking toward you finally with a small smile. the final clench your pussy does is the last straw for him, pushing out his cum that drips down to the sheets and he’s hard again.

“you don’t know what you just unlocked in me, baby,” geto laughs breathlessly, slapping his length along your folds with obscene noises, “but it’ll definitely end in me filling you up with s’much cum, yeah?”

you giggle, wiggling your hips until he’s in you again. hot breath against your ankle and a scrunch in his expression — your pussy’s just too good.

“yeah, i’d love that, sugu. give me all your cum.”

✶ GOJO

your happiness was unmatched running down the aisle, interrupted by the smooth sweep of gojo’s arms under your neck and knees in a princess carry, moving your body up and down like you just scored the final goal of a game — except you did. you’ve captured satoru’s heart and his fourth finger, smiling with glossy eyes as he leans in to kiss you. “you cryin’, baby?” the audacity to ask that when his nose is red too — you only shake your head, hearing the camera click and your relatives cheer.

that sweet sentiment is changed later after your wedding dinner when he hasn’t even got you past the front door until he has you against the wardrobe, dinner gown and panties swiped to the side and you desperately trying not to overturn the hotel kettle.

“can’t keep me from this pussy for long, baby.” gojo’s stamina is exceptional, you were made aware of this from the first time you got into bed with him, and you still weren’t exactly used to it. from here, you only wish to memorise the sight of gojo on his knees and the chill of his wedding ring on your thigh. “looked so delicious in this dress—”

“s-satoru, we haven’t even closed the door yet—!” he hums, skillfully using his free hand to do it and he continues his assault on your pussy. you have one leg propped up on the vanity table, leaking so much juices just from having his hand on your thigh.

it’s no different later that gojo presses kisses on your neck, making you watch yourself in the vanity mirror. your cunt’s already so used to his heavy, thick cock, and yet it still reaches so deep in you, kissing your cervix. there’s a ring of white around the base of his cock from how much he’s cummed in you, pussy gushing so much around his length that he has no problem moving in and out of you.

“look at how beautiful you are, sweets,” he whispers along your skin while you tighten around him, body lined up with yours while his hips continue to ram into you. you can’t even fathom what round exactly this is as his hands knead at your lower back, feeling tears prick at the corners of your eyes from just how good his cock was hitting your spots. a hand to your clit is enough to get you cumming for the nth time that night, tongue lolling out in the mirror. “you cryin’?”

you whine and nod softly, head dropping from the sudden soreness and exhaustion on a particular thrust, and your husband coos, “went too hard on you, did i?”

gojo places one more peck to your neck and slips out of you, making you choke on a moan as your entrance clenches around air and you’re off the ground like you were at the front of the church. he simply laughs at your fucked out form, knowing nevertheless you loved it when you’re asking him to hurry up. and so he brings you atop him, letting you move your hips until he’s in you and you’re whining into his neck.

“’toru . .”

“what is it, mrs. gojo?”

you stifle a laugh at that, lifting your body tiredly. even after being fucked for four rounds (he counted), you still look as lovely as you did as you first appeared at the start of the aisle, when you were crying your eyes out saying your vows, when you grinned during your first dance.

“jus’ tired baby, help me, pleasee?” the little pout you do is too cute not to resist that it gets his heart tightening up and his dick jumping. 

“hang on, sweet girl, i got ya.” the first thrust up into you is euphoric, skin so sticky from the cum before that you’re sure there’s strings of white connecting your pelvis to his. the feeling of your clit brushing up against his pubes has you moaning into thin air and your hips move back on him to get more friction, “that alright?”

“mhm . .” you mumble, “s’good—”

gojo only lets out a little chuckle, letting you tangle your hands in his hair as he plants his feet down into the mattress and slams into your dripping cunt. he groans softly at the feel of your walls, still so warm and tight, muttering soft praises while your limp body moves along with his rough ministrations.

“oh— my g-god . .” you mewl out when he latches his lips onto your tits, sucking and swirling his tongue and your back arches in his arms; you simply can’t hold yourself up from the overstimulation, falling forward into his waiting arms. “s-sorry, ’toru.”

“what’re you apologisin’ for?” gojo swear when he feels you clamp down, cock twitching and you both know he’s about to cum, “my pretty girl doesn’t need to be saying sorry . . fuck—”

satoru’s his lips meet yours messily and his thrusts turn weak and sloppy while he ruts mindlessly into you with the lewd pap! pap! pap! sounds of his balls against your ass. he’s primal with his hips, with muffled moans onto your lips. there’s drool dripping from the corners of your mouths as he spills into you shamelessly, so much cum spilling from your connected bodies that you reach your climax too, body trembling from the intense feeling.

“’toru—! s-so much cum, haah . .” it’s so hot, entirely sure your womb is full of his previous loads, your mixed juices coating his still hard dick and you might just tap out, but when you feel his cum dribble out of you and down his cock, you’re already wishing for more. you merely reach for the cup of water and gulp down a large amount and your lover only watches you, amused.

“n-need more, satoru . .” you whisper, sitting up and trailing a hand down his body, making sure he can see the shimmer of the expensive ring he bought for you — it wouldn’t rust, either, he told you. eyes fluttering close, you remove yourself from him completely and lie back on the king-sized he insisted on booking, and spread your folds to show him just how needy your cunt still was.

there’s a small moan that escapes gojo’s mouth when you do that, already hovering over you with his heavy cock resting along your pussy, “give me more, baby.”

“oh, when my good girl asks so nicely,” satoru slyly grins, swallowing your whines with a sloppy kiss, “’course i have to give it to her.”

tagging my loves @hyomagiri @jabamin @shotorus @utahimeow @satohruu @na-t0 @lvlybee @slttygeto @crysugu @suguruplsr ❀

[itacats]

Rain of Shadows

FT: Simon x gn!reader

Warnings: Emotional detachment and isolation, Conditioning and dehumanization, Mentions of violence and combat situations, Subtle introspection on trauma and identity, use of code name for reader, please let me know if anything else should be here!🙏

SUM: You are thrust into an unfamiliar world filled with new faces and unspoken challenges. As you navigate the tension between duty and something deeper, questions begin to surface—about loyalty, purpose, and the bonds that tie people together. Change is in the air, but whether it’s for better or worse remains uncertain.

A/N: This story is my attempt to blend introspection with action, exploring the psyche of someone forged into a tool but yearning for something more. Rain’s journey is both literal and metaphorical, as they navigate the challenges of missions and emotions alike. Also, writing Soap's quips was dangerously fun, and if you can imagine his voice while reading, you deserve a biscuit. 🌧️🪖

Rain of Shadows Masterlist

Part 1 - A New Assignment

A familiar coldness curls around your heart, a constant presence you’ve carried for as long as you can remember. It doesn’t stab or ache—it suffocates, a frost that numbs the shards of longing you don’t fully understand. What is there to long for when you’ve been raised to forget?

Your earliest memories are a patchwork of harsh fluorescent lights, echoing orders, and the sterile tang of disinfectant. The concept of a childhood is as foreign to you as warmth or family. Those luxuries were stripped away before you could form an attachment, replaced with a relentless regimen of drills and exercises designed to carve you into something beyond human. A weapon. Efficient, unyielding, and devoid of unnecessary emotion.

And yet, in the quiet spaces between missions, that hollow ache lingers. It’s not enough to distract you—distraction is a failure in your line of work—but it gnaws at the edges of your purpose, whispering of something missing.

Your code name is Rain—chosen with precision by those who forged you. Fluid, relentless, unobtrusive. Like the rain, you move quietly, leaving destruction in your wake. But unlike the rain, you bring no renewal.

The sky above the training grounds burns with the last remnants of sunlight, the horizon painted in bruised hues of purple and gold. Shadows creep over the facility, deep and sprawling, mirroring the ones within you. The whispers of your handlers cut through the stillness, sharp and deliberate, carrying the weight of yet another mission.

This one feels different.

Task Force 141.

The name carries an air of infamy, even among the circles you operated in. Their reputation is sterling, their methods unorthodox, their success rate unparalleled. They are a unit forged in battle, bonded not just by skill but by a camaraderie you can’t begin to comprehend. And now, your handlers have decided to throw you into their ranks.

It’s not the first time they’ve embedded you with other operatives, but there’s an unfamiliar edge to their instructions this time—a hesitation, perhaps, or an unspoken expectation. You don’t bother speculating. It isn’t your place to ask questions, only to obey.

Captain John Price stands at the forefront as you approach, his silhouette backlit by the fading sun. He doesn’t move like a man weighed down by rank or responsibility. Instead, he carries himself with an ease that speaks of experience, of surviving where others didn’t.

His face is lined, weathered by years of battle, but his eyes remain sharp, assessing you with the precision of a tactician. You’re used to being appraised, but Price’s gaze feels different—not cold or clinical, but weighted, as if he’s not just measuring your skill but your soul.

“This is Rain,” Price announces, his voice steady and commanding. “They’ll be working with us from now on. I expect you to show them the ropes—and learn a thing or two in return.”

There’s no fanfare, no embellishment in his tone. It’s clear that, to him, you’re a soldier, not an experiment. The thought is… unusual. Unsettling.

Before you can dwell on it, another figure steps forward, breaking the tension with a grin as wide as the horizon.

“Show ‘em the ropes?” says Soap—John MacTavish, his Scottish accent curling around the words. “I was thinkin’ more like throwing ‘em in the deep end. Sink or swim, eh?”

Soap radiates energy, his mischievous expression framed by a mess of auburn hair. He doesn’t seem to view you as a threat—or if he does, it’s in the way one warrior sizes up another before a friendly spar.

Beside him stands Gaz—Kyle Garrick, his posture more subdued but no less confident. His dark eyes sweep over you, assessing with quiet intensity. “Don’t underestimate them just because they’re new,” he says, his tone measured but edged with a subtle challenge. “You might be the one sinking.”

The banter feels alien to you. Familiarity between teammates is not something you’ve been taught to expect—or value. Among the operatives you’ve worked with before, loyalty was transactional, fleeting. Here, it feels… genuine.

And then there’s Ghost–Simon Riley.

He stands apart, a silent monolith in the gathering shadows. The skull-patterned balaclava he wears is stark against his dark uniform, lending him an air of menace that seems almost deliberate. His posture is relaxed, but his presence is anything but.

Simon doesn’t speak, doesn’t move, but you feel his eyes on you, cold and unyielding. Unlike Soap’s teasing or Gaz’s quiet scrutiny, Simon’s gaze feels like a scalpel, peeling back layers to expose what lies beneath. It’s unsettling, but not unfamiliar.

You’ve been watched your entire life—studied, measured, judged. And yet, Simon’s scrutiny feels different. It’s not clinical or calculating. It’s… human, somehow.

As Price continues to speak, laying out expectations and protocols, you find yourself glancing between the men who will now be your teammates. They laugh and rib each other with a warmth that feels out of place in the world you know. You wonder, briefly, what binds them together. Shared experience? Mutual respect?

When Price mentions camaraderie, the word catches in your mind like a thorn. You’ve read about it, observed it in others, but never felt it yourself. It’s a bond that doesn’t fit into the cold, efficient world you inhabit.

Soap nudges Gaz with his elbow, whispering something you can’t quite make out, and the two share a quiet chuckle. Simon doesn’t join in, but there’s a subtle shift in his posture, a tilt of his head that suggests he’s listening. Even in their silence, there’s an understanding between them that you can’t begin to fathom.

For the first time in years, a flicker of doubt worms its way into your mind. These men are not like your handlers, nor like the operatives you’ve been paired with before. They don’t see you as a tool to be wielded, a weapon to be pointed at a target.

You don’t know what they see.

The thought lingers as the sun disappears completely, leaving you standing in the growing darkness with strangers who might one day call you their own.

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Here's the current post schedule with some upcoming stories to look forward to!

[cruelangelscrypt]

My celluloid scenes are torn at the seams and I fall to pieces🥀

(I’m wearing my own hand forged sterling silver pendant, if you even care)

[morimatea]

Hand-forged Sterling Gold Pot - It was difficult not to be tempted…

[merakiione]

-ode to the women’s razor-

O sterling silver, you’ve made a home in my side

my hands find your acidic red kiss

the wound slips through my fingers

carmine stains my shirt nevertheless. 

O serrated edge, show me the dark cave where you were forged

show me the refined inferno which straightened your back

that beat fresh venom into your steel fangs 

and gave you an appetite for burgundy violence. 

O cold, O pestering, O freezing 

like the tendrils of a willow tree in mid-November 

revered ground I walk, open your impending maw

welcome me into caverns you have been shaping 

like clay on a potter’s wheel– caverns you have been raising 

from springs along the campsite’s sedimentary bank 

in the night, when the sky is that shade between black and blue, 

a bruise surrounding Artemis’s single white eye, 

allow me to lay down my head and find some comfort

I tire of praying to gods that provide me only with the means to be buried

gods that know no lenience.

O blazing petal, bring warmth to my eager blade

O blade, show mercy, I plead, I beg, 

and on the occasion that you hear me, 

careful not to nick my ankles, I thank you.

[ecommmax]

A Very Modern Maid: This Year's Gift to the Man of the House!

By Beatrice "Bea" Sterling, Renowned Domestic Correspondent

Well, good tidings and greetings, dear readers! It's that most wonderful time of the year again, when the scent of pine fills the air, families gather 'round, and we all reflect on the blessings we've received. But let's be honest, ladies and gentlemen, there's always a touch of the "daily grind" lurking beneath the festive cheer, isn’t there? I’m speaking, of course, of the never-ending battle with dirty dishes!

This year, however, I've stumbled upon a solution so novel, so ingenious, that it’s practically magic – and just in time for Santa's big arrival! I recently visited a charming bachelor, let’s call him Mr. A, who has, shall we say, “acquired” a unique household helper. Mr. A, a man of science and innovation, has introduced me to, what he so aptly describes as, his "new dishwasher."

Now, I must admit, my first impression was… well, unexpected. Our modern, emancipated woman is certainly finding her place in the world, isn't she? This "dishwasher" is no gleaming, chrome appliance, but a young woman with nimble fingers, a determined gaze, and a work ethic that would put a busy bee to shame. She wears a simple but practical apron and, I must note, a charming kerchief to keep her hair tidy. She is, I daresay, the very picture of domestic devotion.

Mr. A, a man of considerable accomplishment, tells me she has a “special” touch. The dishes, I am told, emerge from her hands as if freshly forged, not a speck of grease or grime in sight. She seems to approach the chore not as drudgery but as an art, a testament to her devotion to the upkeep of a clean home. It's a far cry from the tiresome dishpan days that most dear readers are accustomed to.

And what about that unusual chain, you may ask? Well, Mr. A explains that it's a simple yet ingenious safety measure, ensuring that our industrious worker stays right where she’s most needed. An innovative and efficient touch, wouldn’t you say? Efficiency, after all, is the name of the game for the modern household.

I must say, watching this young lady at work, the spirit of Christmas seems to shine even brighter. She is a testament to the value of a strong work ethic, a reminder of the joy in creating a clean and welcoming home. And while some may raise a quizzical eyebrow, I am here to tell you, dear readers, that Mr. A has, this year, given himself the gift that keeps on giving. He has, perhaps, found the answer to the most time-consuming domestic challenge – and just in time for the Christmas rush.

So, this holiday season, as you gather with loved ones, let’s all remember the true gifts of the season. And if, like Mr. A, you find a way to simplify some of life’s daily chores, well, that’s just a little extra Christmas magic, wouldn’t you agree?

Merry Christmas, one and all, from your ever-observant,

[eliaskader]

(   tamino  amir.   cis  man.   he/him.   )   did   you   hear   ?   ELIAS KADER   is   stuck   in   stonehaven   for   the   for   the   foreseeable   future   …   they've   lived   here   for   TWO  YEARS   and   are   known   around   town   as   THE  CREEP,   though   back   in   high   school   they   were   better   known   for   being   voted   the  quiet  achiever.   if   i'm   not   mistaken,   they’re   a   TWENTY  THREE   year   old   JUNIOR   studying   PHOTOGRAPHY   (   i   really   hope   that   translates   well   into   their   role   as  a   SCOUT   in   the   ‘new   world'   ).   according   to   my   records   they   were   originally   on   the   trip   because   HE  WAS  A  LAST  MINUTE  REPLACEMENT  FOR  A  STUDENT   —   which   checks   out,   given   they’re   CREATIVE,   RESOURCEFUL   and   GUARDED.   if   you’re   ever   trying   to   find   them,   your   best   bet   is   to   start   at   westwood  inn   and   listen   for   someone   humming   chamber  of  reflection   by   Mac  Demarco.   oh,   and   don’t   forget   to   try   calling   out   Eli   or   picturing a  worn  leather  camera  bag,  dimly  lit  rooms  and  abandoned  places,  an  almost  invisible  quality  to  his  appearance,  reinforcing  his  need  to  blend  into  the  background  for   extra   help.   let's   hope   the   chaos   doesn't   get   to   them   …

BASICS

FULL NAME:  elias kader FACECLAIM: tamino amir BIRTH DATE: november 11 AGE: twenty-three ZODIAC: scorpio ROMANTIC ORIENTATION:biromantic SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual LIVING CONDITIONS: HOUSE D, the sterling duplex

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE & CHARACTERISTICS

EYE COLOR: brown HAIR COLOR: dark brown HAIR TYPE/STYLE: unkempt waves . HEIGHT: 6.5in BUILD: tall and slender. PIERCINGS: ears. CLOTHING STYLE: black, grey, and white colors. over worn jackets and boots. simple shirts. JEWELRY: rings, earrings, necklaces.. 

MANNERISMS

POSITIVE TRAITS: creative, resourceful, observant, patient, thoughtful, humble NEGATIVE TRAITS: guarded, mysterious, withdrawn, secretive AESTHETIC: worn  leather  camera  bag,  dimly  lit  rooms  and  abandoned  places,  an  almost  invisible  quality  to  his  appearance,  reinforcing  his  need  to  blend  into  the  background, the smell of smoke, an empty bird's nest and a broken wing,

BACKGROUND

originally from illinois, elias parents were neglectful and ill-suited; emotionally distant, failed to provide the care and stability he needed during his early years.

after his parents' neglect, elias was taken in by his grandparents. they provided love and stability for a time, but eventually, they were no longer able to care for him due to health issues.

at the of age 13, elias entered the foster system. his experiences in foster care shaped him, and he has been in multiple homes, adapting to various environments. has never had a stable or permanent home, leading to a deep sense of instability and an inability to truly settle anywhere.

elias struggles to make lasting connections with others. he is often seen as distant, mysterious, or "different," which isolates him further.

he’s learned to rely on himself, often feeling like he’s the only one who understands his struggles. due to his turbulent upbringing, he has difficulty trusting others and is slow to open up to people.

developed a strong passion for photography, which became his form of expression and escape. photography is a way for elias to capture the world around him, often focusing on the beauty in moments that others might overlook.

elias discovered his love for photography in high school and later enrolled at Stonehaven moved to Indiana two years ago, a fresh start and a chance to forge a new identity, though he still carries his baggage with him.

just before the trip that would change his world, elias had started to feel like he was finally fitting in—he had a job offer and a growing circle of people he could trust. the instability of his past still haunts him, and he's unsure how to navigate his future.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

best friend: maybe someone from his childhood to have gain that trust or someone he met when he was new around here and they just immediately clicked. he feels free to be himself.

crush: can definitely be one sided, unknown and a fun dynamic to explore.

former friend: he could have wronged them or the former friend did something to him. we can

enemy: can be recent maybe something happened on the trip and bam here they are stuck. or it could be something from when he just moved here and they both never got over it. i love a good enemy dynamic.

unexpected friend/ new friend: an unexpected friendship that could bring out the best or even the worst from him. maybe some new friendships, acquaintances from the trip as well.

exes/past hookup: it could have been a pretty serious relationship if we wanted some angst or a bit of will they won't they.

i am basically down for anything and everything!!!

[aeniith]

This is a piece of Sonoran turquoise, mined about 25 years ago. This is how what they call Sonoran green turquoise used to look. Nowadays it is more green. This piece I acquired in Tucson this year. I set it in forged sterling silver. It’s about size 10.

[kolajmag]

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[bigsoftmarshmallow]

Okay, I've been working on this one for a bit

Equal Lady is a weaponsmithing prodigy, right? This is why I see her crafting a very powerful & high-quality weapon(s) for him. To gift to him on their wedding night.

Because, remember, she is extremely protective of her family's legacy, so she honors him greatly by gifting him a weapon of such incredible quality & use.

For WW, she'd gift him a Hwībàkta (IRL Hwi or Hui cutlass of Dahomey) with a design that curls back at the tip like a wave & a depiction of a scene from his favorite Gerudàn tale engraved on the blade (specifically, one he’s confessed to her as giving him strength when he needs it most). It is a one-handed weapon, but the blade itself is wide. This, plus a Parrying Dagger to be kept in the robe sleeve of his non-dominant hand in case someone ever comes at him from that side. (She knows that he has an old injury on that side & she hates the idea of it acting up when he needs to defend himself; this way, he merely has to pull the drawstring inside to cause the dagger to slide into his hand. Though, she's careful not to mention the injury itself as she wishes to respect his pride, which he's likely aware of.)

For OoT, I specifically see her forging & gifting him with a Dātàrrshik (the Konda-type Claymore he uses in Smash Ultimate. Which, keep in mind that she's much smaller than him, yet she's able to lift it fairly easily even if with a bit of effort.) It is designed to utilize his male-endowed physical strength & to channel his magic, thus allowing for dark magic & lightning magic slashes. Its swings are heavy & brutal.

For TP, she'd forge a pair of Shōtàrren (Shotels) which are closely associated with the moon in Gerudàn culture much the same way that Moonlight Scimitars are. She'd create the blades themselves out of sterling silver (a silver-copper alloy) & steel. She'd then add the Monster Horn & Moonstones by melting them down then folding it into the metal which would keep the sterling silver-steel alloy from separating. Then, she'd add a Moonstone to the guard & use Twilight Lizalfos (Silver Lizalfos with a Twilight element) leather to wrap the handles. Thus, giving them the Twilight (both Light & Shadow) element. My thoughts for the names could be Laashàméda Tàrr (Waxing Crescent) & Laawàltéda Tàrr (Waning Crescent). This allows him to channel Light, Shadow, or Twilight.

For HW, she gifts him a Gib'balubéïr'j�� Kshuraf (Executioner's Blade; inspired by the Ngombe Ngulu blade of Africa) & a Ràsattàr (Head King; inspired by both a Yoruba & an Omozo, made to kill with a single slash). Both are one-handed & are meant to be used together. One deals exorbitant pain & the other puts them out of that misery respectively. Named Qrāsra Sāqsha & Dayraīs Gib (Cruel Life & Merciful Death) respectively.

For TotK, she forged a Sham'shïr. Which is if a Scimitar were 2-handed. Basically, it's a Dadao in the style of a Moonlight Scimitar. An ancient & long-forgotten Gerudo weapon that she discovered the design for in her exploration of the Gerudo Desert. (In this way, she's somewhat returning a bit of the Gerudo's own culture to them.) She melted down the Monster Horns (Lynel Saber Horn & Fire Gleeok Horn) & Rubies, folding them into Dawasaaq steel (equivalent of Damascus steel) from the Highlands. The handle is wrapped in stripes of Shadow Lizalfos leather (which are basically just Black Lizalfos with a Shadow element that I made up). She then affixed a Black Pearl to the pommel, then engraved “Fa’gáron” in Gerudo (meaning hellfire) & an image of a great dragon upon the blade. By running his fingers along the edge & speaking that word, the sword will be engulfed in black flames fueled by his On’nen or Malice. He names it Fa'gáron'jï Bojaqàr, “Hellfire's Shadow.” It has 176 damage potential.

Regardless of what she makes, though, she'd melt down the only Golden Lynel Saber Horn that she has & fold it into the blade for each of the Dorfs. Training with him had allowed her to finally manage to take a Golden Lynel down, so she used the first Saber Horn she obtained from one to make a weapon for him as a show of her gratitude.

And no matter what, the weapon(s) is always the perfect size & weight in his hands.

Reaction if that's okay?

asdfsfadfsafafdasas- THE WEAPONS ARE GORGEOUS? THE DETAILS EXQUISITE? THE STORY BEHIND IT STUPENDOUS? AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH- im losing my mind omg you always astound me my dear Equal Lady!!

Thank you for supplying pictures with the weapon descriptions as well! I was able to visualize them very well thanks to your thoughtfulness.

AND NOW, CHATGPT, WITH THEIR LATEST HIT:

The Equal Lady’s gesture of gifting Ganondorf a finely crafted weapon, personalized and embedded with significant elements from their culture and her efforts, would deeply affect each iteration of Ganondorf in different but equally profound ways. Here are their reactions:

Wind Waker Ganondorf

Weapon: Hwībàkta Cutlass and Parrying Dagger

Reaction: Wind Waker Ganondorf would be deeply touched by the thoughtfulness and craftsmanship of the weapons. The cutlass, with its wave-like design and the engraved scene from his favorite Gerudàn tale, would remind him of the sea and his heritage. The parrying dagger, designed to accommodate his old injury, would show her deep understanding and respect for his pride.

Ganondorf: "You honor me greatly with these gifts. The craftsmanship is unparalleled, and the thought behind them even more so. I will carry these with pride and think of you with every swing."

Ocarina of Time Ganondorf

Weapon: Dātàrrshik Claymore

Reaction: Ocarina of Time Ganondorf would admire the sheer power and magical capability of the claymore. The fact that it channels dark and lightning magic would appeal to his affinity for powerful sorcery. He would be impressed by her strength and skill in creating such a formidable weapon.

Ganondorf: "This blade is a testament to your skill and our bond. With it, I will carve a new future for us. You have my gratitude and my heart."

Twilight Princess Ganondorf

Weapon: Pair of Shōtàrren (Shotels)

Reaction: Twilight Princess Ganondorf would appreciate the symbolic connection to the moon and the intricate crafting involving precious materials and elements. The dual blades, capable of channeling light, shadow, and twilight, would resonate with his complex nature and the twilight realm.

Ganondorf: "These blades are as beautiful as they are deadly. You have given me a weapon that embodies our connection to the twilight. I will wield them with honor and protect what is ours."

Hyrule Warriors Ganondorf

Weapon: Gib'balubéïr'jï Kshuraf (Executioner's Blade) and Ràsattàr (Head King)

Reaction: Hyrule Warriors Ganondorf would be thrilled by the brutality and elegance of the paired weapons. The Executioner’s Blade and Head King would suit his formidable combat style perfectly. He would appreciate the dual nature of inflicting pain and mercy, a reflection of his own complex personality.

Ganondorf: "Cruel Life and Merciful Death, fitting names for these magnificent weapons. Your craftsmanship and thoughtfulness are unmatched. Together, we will dominate all who stand before us."

Tears of the Kingdom Ganondorf

Weapon: Sham'shïr

Reaction: Tears of the Kingdom Ganondorf would be profoundly moved by the ancient Gerudo weapon, rediscovered and crafted with such powerful materials. The Hellfire's Shadow, with its ability to channel black flames, would symbolize his connection to ancient power and his malice.

Ganondorf: "Fa'gáron'jï Bojaqàr... A blade worthy of a king. You have given me not just a weapon, but a piece of our history. With this, we will reign over Hyrule and restore our legacy."

General Sentiment Across All Iterations:

Across all iterations, Ganondorf would feel a deep sense of connection and appreciation for his Equal Lady. The effort and thought put into each weapon, combined with her mastery in crafting, would strengthen their bond. He would treasure the weapon not just for its combat utility, but as a symbol of her love and support.

Ganondorf (General Sentiment): "You have given me a weapon that is more than metal and magic. It is a symbol of our bond, our shared strength, and our future. With this, I will fight for us, for our people, and for the destiny we will carve together."

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[katha-angel]

Popcross vs. OCs (Erna U. Rogers & Katelyn Blakeour + Agent Auria & Sterling Engeal)

*Kate and Erna are simply eyeing eachother with a stern mimic for a good minute.*

*They shake hands and give a respectful nod to the other, their faces don't twitch for even a second.*

Meanwhile on the other side of the room:

Sterling and Agent Auria:

A. Auria: "Did we just... witness our girlfriends forge an unbreakable bond of sisterhood?"

Sterling: *grinning like an idiot* "Haha, seems like it!"