#Types of Blue Topaz

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Blue Topaz Gift Guide: For Every Occasion

The alluring crystal Blue Topaz Jewelry radiates a sense of calmness and peace. Its soothing blue color is connected with devotion, that makes it a perfect choice for celebrating the three year anniversary. As an image of affection blue topaz mirrors the profundity of a serious relationship, which makes it an optimal gift for celebrating three years together.

[subaru-meteorlight]

the very incredible experience of scrolling phaidei thirst trap fanart and thinking “if anybody saw this on my phone im gonna get outed as gay” before realising that im perceived as a girl so. ??

[splashbuunny]

Alright, three days and I have the Jesse designs ready!

I wanted to give all of them more distinct designs than just “suspenders” and “hair-clip” colour to distinguish them, so.

I gave each of them a nickname based on color and tried to differentiate their looks!

Red suspenders “Scarlet” and Golden/Orange hair-clip “Topaz”

These were the hardest I think, cause their look is just so plain and basic…so I added a wee bit of

✨✨flare✨✨

Green suspenders “Jade” and Red hair-clip “Ruby”

The good ones, the classic, the (possibly) favourite Jesse’s? I wanted to give her a pony-tail, so. Pony-tail.

And male Jesse seems like the guy who likes to be comfy, so, jumper!

Pink suspenders “Spinel” and Pink hair-clip “Peach” Jesse!

They were the clearly “Asian” looking ones- it was SO hard to give them a normal looking skin tone because the Minecraft models look YELLOW and it was so bad.

So yeah, I do kinda like their designs, and I’m a fan of giving Peach the Hairpin instead of hairclip- and changing the suspenders to a sort of hanfu looking top instead.

Blue suspenders “Navy” and Purple hair-clip “Peri” Jesse

I do love their designs. They were the ones (especially Navy) who just looked the most like they came out straight of the 30-40s. So I got em some good ol’ vintage fashion look, inspired by some outfits I saved when I was doing costume research for the 30s to 50s eras.

Also I gave Navy glasses cause he looks like the type to be a smartass.

Salmon suspenders “Cider” and Yellow hair-clip “Sunny” Jesse.

I love them, and they were a bit Korean-inspired, while Peach and Spinel were more on the Chinese side. I do quite like how their shoes and trouser came out.

Yellow suspenders “Rooney” (from Macaroon) and Blue hair-clip “Lapis” Jesse

I really like them, I feel like they would both be such cheerful and lovely characters. Also, Butterfly hair-clip for Lapis, yes.

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Storm - A Tommy Shelby/Reader Smut Short.

Had Tommy on my brain. Now you can, too ;)

Words - 800

Warnings - Smut below the cut, minors DNI!

Storms; they always made you feel a little uneasy, the foreboding rumble of thunder preceded by a flash of light cracking the inky purple of the night sky. You weren’t too sure why any longer either, no longer being the scared little girl living in the Small Heath back-to-back abode, with its flimsy windows that you felt the fork of the lightning could smash to smithereens.

Now, you were lady of the manor, living in the fortified luxury of Arrow House, but yet you still needed something to take your mind off the raging weather on the other side of the much stronger windows.  

That person is your lover, and yes, he does a very good job of making sure the only lightning in your world is the type that streaks up your spine in hot flashes of pleasure, just like he is right now. Holding your legs spread, his hands tour in loving stroke over your thighs, his tongue circling licks all over your opening, that radius increasing.  

When it laps wet heat over your clit, you mewl for him, hands rooting in his soft hair. Your body keens against each lick, his breath warm as his tongue licks a tempest over your little bud, full lips closing to suck gently. A grunt wells in his throat, and the sound of it settles over your bones, pleasure lighting you up like a firework the harder his lips pull at you.  

He has you soaking, your little hole flexing around nothing in its emptiness, needing him inside you. Equally, you’d be more than happy for his mouth to remain exactly where it is, every lick gilding your nerves, the honey of your cunt bathing his tongue as he eats you greedily. His fingers sink into the soft of your thighs, eyes like blue shards of topaz glinting through the low light of the room, smiling around the mouthful of you he so happily feasts upon.  

“I’m starting to think you actually quite like it when there’s a storm, you know,” he muses, pausing for a moment, gently blowing over your swollen clit before skimming it with a teasing lick. “You always know this is what you get when one comes along.” 

“I get this enough as it is anyway, Tom,” you quip, laughing softly, “but I still appreciate the distraction.”  

Another flick, Tommy rumbling a little moan as he watches your bud twitch for him. “Minx.” 

He pulls a gasp from you, the flat of his tongue dragging hard over you. “Yeah, that’s me.” All talk is abandoned, your body the rhythm set by the song of his mouth, pleasure bursting like little stars as he adds speed to every lick. He builds you steadily, each ministration set up only to topple, the constructor of your utter ruin giving you one last, long suck before moving to kneel before you.  

“Mmm, oh,” you sigh, hissing with desire as his cock fills you deep. “That’s exactly what I wanted.”  

“Never let it be said that I’m not a giver, eh, love?” 

No, you truly wouldn’t, hands stroking over his pale chest, nails dragging the chiselled muscles as he pulls back and then bottoms out once more, eyes falling to watch how you splay so prettily for him. Your cunt glazes him, hot and slick, your walls pulsing around every last thick, vein-ridged inch of his cock, the thunder outside booming as he leans to kiss you with soft heat.  

He ruts a little deeper, and it sends a wave of ecstasy washing through you, the deep punch of his cock drawing moans that spill from your mouth to his. The sumptuous, velvet hug of your cunt pulls at him, hugging him in slick divinity as he quickens, drawing your legs up against his chest, panting hard as he scatters kisses against your ankle.  

“Ahhh, god you feel so good in me,” you pant, nails trawling over his abs, spurring him on with the allure of your gaze. “Yes, that’s it. Fuck me harder.”  

He does, and it burns neon over your veins, your cries shrill as he daggers you with utter finesse. You feel both boneless and mindless as he fucks you hard into the bed, grasping his forearms as he lowers to you, sucking violet welts at your neck. 

Outside, the lightning splits the sky, just as his does within your body, ecstasy streaking hot beneath your skin as you fall apart around the white-hot surge. His crest tingles his cock as he spills into your fluttering core, panting against your neck, his hands stroking your face as he nuzzles and kisses you. 

The storm outside continues to rumble overhead, but you and Tommy sleep upon a cloud of bliss until morning, when the skies glow blue once more. 

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Writing Notes: On Colour

Describing Colour in your Poetry and Stories

BLACK Shadow Black, Dusk, Midnight, Blackbird, Blackberry, Ebony, Black Honey, Darkness, Jet Black, Ink Black, Soot, Onyx, Licorice, Ivory Black, Pitch, Char, Gloom, Outer Space, Creosote Black, Melanite, Goth Black, Gunpowder

BLUE Blueberry, Sapphire Blue Metallic, Tiffany Blue (Pantone 1837), Cobalt Blue, Denim, Aquamarine, Turquoise, Sky Blue, Topaz, Ultramarine Blue, Azure, Cerulean, Oxford Blue, Periwinkle, Electric Blue, Baby Boy Blue, Pthalo Blue, Robin's Egg Blue, Persian Blue, Marino Blue, Prussian Blue

GREEN Leafy Green, Olive, Moss Green, Jade, Lime, Sour Apple Green, Emerald Green, Mint, Kiwi Green, Phthalo Green, Praying Mantis Green, Viridian, Greenback, Shamrock, Sap Green, Chartreuse, Sea Green, Pistachio, Teal, Bamboo, Sea Salt, Celadon Green, Celery, Asparagus Green, Fern Green, Neon Green, Jungle Green, Pear Green

ORANGE Pumpkin, Burnt Orange, Carrot, Sunset Orange, Tangerine, Persimmon, Salamander, Tennessee Orange (Pantone 151), Jack-o'-lantern Orange, Florida Orange, Summer Squash, Pale Daffodil, Smashed Pumpkin, Saffron, Autumn Orange, Macaroni and Cheese, Cadmium Orange

PINK Pink Flamingo, Neon Pink, Bubblegum Pink, Salmon, Peach, Fuscia, Cotton Candy Pink, Rose, Carnation, Thulian, Apricot, Atomic Pink, Barbie Pink, Hot Pink, Amaranth, Flushed, Glitter Pink

PURPLE Lavender, Purple Haze, Grape, Eggplant Purple, Plum, Violet, Orchid, Psychedelic Purple, Amethyst, Lilac, Boysenberry, Mulberry, Wisteria, Bruised Plum, Indigo, Mauve

RED Blood Red, Copper, Maroon, Strawberry, Watermelon Red, Crimson, Candy Apple Red, Tomato, Brick Red, Scarlet, Cardinal Red, Cherry, Ruby Red, Coral, Sunburn, Hot Lava, Cadmium Red, Auburn, Blush, Alizarin Crimson, Fire Engine Red, Raspberry, Vermillion, Lipstick, Burgundy, Magenta, English Vermilion, Mahogany

WHITE Dirty White, Albino, Chalk, Alabaster, Cotton, Titanium White, Vanilla, Bone White Egg Shell, Marshmallow, Ivory, Pearl White, Almond, Champagne, Blond, Cream, Milky White, Corn Silk, Bleach, Navajo White, Ghost White, Light, Cloud White

YELLOW Canary Yellow, Lemon, Banana, Egg Yolk Yellow, Mellow Yellow, Chanterelle, Mustard Yellow, Corn, Goldenrod, Amber, Pineapple, Metallic Gold, Cadmium Yellow, Wheat, Tuscan Sun, Butter, School Bus Yellow, Yellow Ochre, Citron, Dandelion

BROWN Mud Brown, Beaver, Caramel, Rust, Macaroon, Toasty Brown, Coffee, Sandy Tan, Cocoa, Honey, Chocolate, Burnt Sienna, Mocha, Seashell, Antique Brass, Bronze, Brown Sugar, Chestnut Brown, Taupe, Burnt Umber, Khaki, Dark Sienna, Light Chocolate, Sepia

GRAY Stone Gray, Ash, Metallic Silver, Platinum, Smoke, Concrete Gray, Mercury, Steel Gray, Mist, Titanium, Charcoal, Slate, Sterling Silver, Tungsten, Old Coin Gray, Iron Gray, Chrome, Magnesium, Overcast

MIXED Candy Cane (red and white), Zebra (black and white), Chameleon (many different colours), Ladybug (black and red), Wildfire (yellow, orange and red), Tiger (orange, black and white), Yellow Jacket (black and yellow), Christmas Lights (red, white and green), Rainbow (red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo and violet), Black Pepper (black and gray), Leopard (spotted gold and black), Creamsicle (orange and white), Candy Corn (orange and white), Iceberg (a bluish gray), Marbled

COLOURS: Symbolisms, Associations & Psychological Effects

Black. Especially in Gothic literature from the West, a black colour choice often represents death, evil, grief, and depression. Associated with fear, the unknown and often has a negative connotation. Black clothes can make you look thinner. A black background severely diminishes the readability of most type. Often the go to colour for funerals and grieving. It symbolizes stability and power, which gives a sense of authority. Thus, the black colour often represents professionalism and expertise.

Blue. Has positive and negative connotations in colour psychology. Some writers may use blue to represent serenity and tranquility, instilling a scene with a calming effect. Blue can also signify sadness, melancholy, or isolation. People who find someone very loyal and faithful are often called "true blue". Blue is often considered to be more masculine which is why it is often the colour of choice when choosing a suit. Lighter blues are associated with tranquility, softness and healing. Darker blues are associated with power, knowledge and seriousness. Blue is actually shown to suppress appetites a bit. The colour blue symbolizes wisdom and hope. It’s the colour of peace and confidence. Blue has been shown to reduce blood pressure and pulse rate. It fosters serenity and a sense of belonging.

Green. The colour green often symbolizes rebirth, growth, peace, jealousy, and greed. Green colours may also represent spring and renewal. It is a colour that is very easy on the eyes. Dark green is often associated with ambition. Green suggests stability, safety and hope. At the same time, it may denote a lack of experience in a particular field. Green symbolizes peace, growth, and nature. It is the colour of success, promoting healing and tranquility.

Orange. The colour orange often represents energy, excitement, joy, and creativity. Since orange is the colour of fire, it may also symbolize heat. Since orange is not as aggressive as red, it can actually stimulate brain activity. It is very useful to catch someone's attention, which is why it's used a lot to advertise food and toys.

Pink. The colour pink symbolizes love, kindness, femininity, innocence, and playfulness. Certain shades of pink can limit aggression. Pink may be associated with unconditional love and caring.

Purple. Often associated with royalty, the colour purple symbolizes bravery, spirituality, and luxury. Light purple usually brings up romantic or nostalgic feelings; while a darker shade can make you feel gloomy or sad.

Red. The colour red symbolizes some of the most powerful human emotions, like passionate love or lust. On the other side of the spectrum, this warm colour is also the colour of blood, often symbolizing anger, danger, and violence. It stimulates the appetite. Red is an emotionally intense colour associated with energy, danger, anger, passion and determination. The symbolic meaning associated with the colour red is passion, excitement, and love. It’s the colour of urgency, power, and desire. Red is said to boost hunger and is believed to inspire confidence and excitement. This colour has also been found to increase blood pressure and heart rate.

White. This primary colour traditionally symbolizes innocence, peace, and cleanliness. In Western cultures, the colour white also represents purity and virginity, while it symbolizes mourning in some East Asian cultures. Usually has positive connotations when used and thought of as safe. Associated a lot with healing, simplicity and sterility, which is why it's used in hospitals and healing centers as much as it is. The symbolic meaning of the colour white is truth and sometimes even indifference. It encourages feelings of safety and cleanliness. Clean, white clothes and linens show sterility since stains are easily visible. That’s why doctors and nurses frequently wear white lab coats and scrubs.

Yellow. Writers may use the colour yellow to symbolize creativity, happiness, optimism, and warmth—think of a yellow ray of sunlight poking out from a dark cloud. A common negative connotation of the color yellow is cowardice, popularized by the phrase “yellow-bellied.” Warming effect which stimulates body and mind. Gold is associated with the highest of luxury. When bright yellow is used with black it's one of the easiest colour combinations to see from long distances; when uses with lighter colours it's not so easy to see. Yellow ribbons are worn as a symbol of hope and used quite often to welcome home loved ones. Yellow is the colour of warmth, kindness, and happiness. It’s often associated with optimism and well-being and promotes energy.

Brown. This warm, earthy brown colour may symbolize dependability, comfort, and a sense of being grounded. Brown is also a neutral colour, and writers may use it to represent dullness and predictability. Brown is a colour that is related to very grounded traits such as simplicity, practicality, common sense and hard work. Can also be associated with those that are frugal and not too flashy.

Gray. Lighter grays are often thought of as more feminine while darker grays more masculine. Gray is considered by many to be a neutral colour; the perfect balance between light and dark / good and evil. Pop up the lighter grays and add a little shine to it, and thought immediately turns to silver, which correlates to wealth.

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☩ Archangel Michael ☩ Talon Abraxas

The Blue Light Ray, Led by Archangel Michael

The blue angel light ray represents power, protection, faith, courage, and strength. This ray is part of the metaphysical system of angel colors based on seven different light rays: blue, yellow, pink, white, green, red, and purple.

Some people believe that the light waves for the seven angel colors vibrate at different electromagnetic energy frequencies in the universe, attracting the angels that have similar kinds of energy. Others believe that the colors are just fun ways of symbolizing the different types of missions that God sends angels on to help people. By thinking of angels who specialize in different types of work according to colors, people can focus their prayers according to what type of help they’re seeking from God and his angels.

Blue Light Ray and Archangel Michael

Michael, the leader of all holy angels, is in charge of the blue angel light ray. Michael is known for his exceptional strength and courage. He’s a leader who fights for good to prevail over evil. He protects and defends people who love God. People sometimes ask for Michael's help to gain the courage they need to overcome their fears, obtain the strength to resist temptations to sin, and instead do what's right and stay safe in dangerous situations.

Crystals

Some of the different crystal gemstones associated with the blue angel light ray are aquamarine, light blue sapphire, light blue topaz, and turquoise. Some people believe that the energy in these crystals can help motivate people to seek adventure and take risks, let go of negative thoughts, inspire fresh and creative ways of thinking, and increase confidence.

Chakra

The blue angel light ray corresponds to the throat chakra, which is located in the neck area of the human body. Some people say that the spiritual energy from angels that flows into the body through the throat chakra may help them:

Physically: such as by helping to treat dental problems, thyroid conditions, sore throats, and laryngitis

Mentally: such as by helping them make wise decisions or think more creatively

Spiritually: such as by helping them gain more faith, tell the truth, and choose God’s will over their own.

Blue Ray Prayer Day

The blue angel light ray radiates most powerfully on Sunday, some people believe, so they consider Sunday to be the best day to pray, especially about situations that the blue ray encompasses.

Angel Colors: The Blue Light Ray, Led by Archangel Michael

[lantura]

Doll History: Catwalk Kitties

Tagline: “Sleek, chic, and très magnifique, these fabulous felines do everything with poise and style! So get ready to strike a pose and strut your stuff, because every trend starts on the catwalk…”

Company Lanard

Debuted: 2005-2006

Height: 11 inches/28 cm

History

Catwalk Kitties is a series of anthropomorphic feline fashion dolls who work as models at the Catwalk Kitties modeling agency in Paris, France. Unlike other toys, there was a focus on making sure there was as little advertising as possible-only appearing in a few toy catalogs. The series designer stated that the dolls were designed with the aim of being profitable to Lanard with minimal advertisement:

“With the doll market being incredibly competitive, the goal was to come up with a new idea for fashion dolls that would instantly appeal to girls and be profitable to Lanard without advertising.   I really felt that the only way to compete against Barbie and Bratz, who were both heavily advertised, was to have a new hybrid type of fashion doll.  The idea for the line came from "hands on" manipulations, drawing, painting and markering, on a naked fashion doll body with an enlarged head. I brought a couple of trend tear sheets and  a porcelain cat/ fashion/ collectible statue along with the rough model into a brainstorm  to pitch the idea.  I then worked with and creatively directed the talented group of artists & designers at Lanard to sketch and formalize all of the feline fashions and details that are uniquely the Catwalk Kitties.  Traditional fashion and hair grooming play patterns were used by wrapping the world of modeling around the dolls.”

According to the catwalk kitties wiki: While complete dolls are rare on the secondhand market, It is common to find unused factory stock heads on sites like Aliexpress and Ebay. Many collectors purchase these heads and put them on the bodies of other dolls such as Monster High and Barbie.

Characters:

Anika- a light gray cat with purple hair streaks.

Callie- a calico cat with orange and gray hair. 

Chase- a pink cat with magenta hair streaks. 

Jet- a black cat with white hair streaks. 

Minx- a red point Siamese cat with blonde hair.

Purrl- a white cat with magenta hair streaks.

Sienna- a tortoiseshell cat with auburn hair.

Sushi- a gray and white tabby with purple hair streaks.

Toffee- a yellow tabby with blonde hair.

Topaz- a light gray and white tabby with blue hair streaks. 

Doll Lines

Series 1

The first series of Catwalk Kitties dolls with a total of 6 dolls

Characters Included: Anika, Minx, Purrl, Sienna, Sushi, Toffee

Series 2

This line included four of the original six characters from Series 1(excludes Sushi and Minx). The dolls were identical, only with their hairstyles differing slightly. They also had fewer pieces and were stamped 2006 on the packaging.

Playsets

Four playsets were released as a part of the Catwalk Kitties line. Each playset came with a new character doll: Callie, Chase, Jet, and Topaz

Fashion Photographer - Jet

Makeup Artist - Topaz

Modeling Agent - Chase

Deluxe Paris Runway Playset - Callie

Petite Dolls

A line of 5.5” (14 cm) mini dolls were released, featuring the same characters as the mainline. A total of 10 mini dolls were released.  

Main Series

Contains: Chase, Purrl, Anika, and Toffee

Le Scooter Series

Contains: Anika and Toffee

Budget Dolls

A simplified version of the petite mainline

Contains: Anika, Chase, Purrl, and Toffee

Unreleased Dolls

Le Cafe Petite Playset (Sushi)

Le Boutique Petite Playset (Minx)

Le Coupe Petite Playset (Sienna)

Le Scooter Petite Playset (Topaz)

[yyh4ever]

Yu Yu Hakusho Motif Ring

by U-TREASURE

Each one of the guys special move/weapon has been incorporated into a cool design!

💍Official Site: u-treasure

💍Reservations: from March 14th to April 15, 2024 (international shipping available)

💍Shipping: around July 26, 2024

💍Price: 15,400 yen each

💍Types:

Yusuke Urameshi Spirit Gun Motif Ring👉🔵

The main character Yusuke Urameshi's special move is "Reigan", a bullet fired by concentrating spirit energy (reiki) at his fingertip. The moment of convergence of the spirit energy just before firing is represented by a natural blue topaz stone and a silver base. The design is slender and delicate so it can be easily stacked with your existing rings or casually incorporated into your everyday fashion.

◇Material: Silver 925 (no rhodium coating)

◇Arm width: approx. 1.8mm to 5.55mm

◇Arm thickness: approx. 1.8mm

◇Blue Topaz: Approximately 1.8mm in diameter x 1

Kazuma Kuwabara Spirit Sword Motif Ring✨

Kuwabara, the man who livens up the atmosphere, is the self-proclaimed eternal rival of Yusuke. "Reiken," a sword created from spirit energy, is expressed by yellow gold coating. The design is slender and delicate so it can be easily stacked with your existing rings or casually incorporated into your everyday fashion.

◇Material: 925 silver (yellow gold coating), some matte processing

◇Arm width: approx. 1.9mm to 7.4mm

◇Arm thickness: approx. 1.7mm to 1.85mm

Kurama Rose Whip Motif Ring🌹

Kurama is a demon fox (Youko) that lived for hundreds of years, and has a high ability to manipulate plants. The "Rose Whip", a whip made by changing the shape of a rose, is carefully expressed with a three-dimensional rose and thorns, and coated with pink gold. The design is slender and delicate so it can be easily stacked with your existing rings or casually incorporated into your everyday fashion.

◇Material: Silver 925 (pink gold coating)

◇Arm width: approx. 1.8mm to 5.4mm

◇Arm thickness: approx. 1.8mm to 4.55mm

Hiei Dragon of the Darkness Flame Motif Ring🐉🔥

Hiei has an evil eye (jagan), and was once a famous thief in the Demon World. The "Jaō Ensatsu Kokuryūha", which summons a black dragon, the incarnation of the Demon World's hellfire, and releases it by feeding it with youki, is expressed by applying a black coating. The design is slender and delicate so it can be easily stacked with your existing rings or casually incorporated into your everyday fashion.

◇Material: Silver 925 (black coating)

◇Arm width: approx. 1.8mm to 4.75mm

◇Arm thickness: approx. 1.8mm to 2.0mm

[honestsycrets]

before anyone else II: the reverent | admiral!miguel o'hara x princess!reader

❛ pairing | admiral!miguel o'hara x princess!reader

❛ type | double-shot, explicit

❛ summary | politics and murder? easy. but if he thought he could stomach forcing the princess he loves into marriage... he was wrong. or reader forces admiral miguel o'hara into marriage.

❛ tags | forced marriage, royal!au, admiral!miguel, princess!reader, mention of murder, betrayal, treason, angst, f!reader, persuasion inspired, Spanish is not translated, female led breeding session, hand jobs, spicy bath time, ignoring miguel.

❛ sy's notes | the update no one asked for. the first chapter felt very incomplete without this one, so i just wanted to complete this series with a little bit of angst and smut.

“And what is that? Up there, Lyla.” 

Lyla is closer to you than he remembers. In his make-believe voyage to Stone’s home, he would need a new ship. Today Lyla invited you to sail imperial seas, cutting through the waters with a new ship, the Reverent. He hadn’t shown you much of anything in his rush to leave the capital eight years ago. He makes that right with Gwen at your side, donned in the clothing of the guard. You opted for a soft blue gown, a navy blue rebozo thrown over your shoulders. The fat bow that drew in your stomach tumbled down against the dress’s long train.

“That’s the Crow’s Nest.”

His men and women were ogling. It wasn’t exactly normal to have a soft woman on board—much less their princess. You held the top of your hat, glancing up at the beam. Sun bounced in your eye, and you laughed delightfully, clapping your hands together. “A crow’s nest? Why do they call it such a thing?” 

“The Vikings would release crows from the crow’s nest if they could not see,” Gwen answered, he did not know she cared so much about ships. You looked at her in delight as she explained. “Chart the path they took toward land.” 

“¡Qué chévere! Lady Gwen, you are quite knowledgeable.” 

“All sailor legend,” Miguel responded, the string of jealousy coursing through his bones, before he jerked his head toward those gathered along the main deck. He never did like crowds. “Back to shore! Off to your work, then!” 

“Thank you for showing me proper sailing,” they dispersed to the sound of your many thanks, a slight bow in your waist. If it were your father, he would never do such a thing. Gwen stepped to the side, holding her hands behind her back. “You have a wonderful crew.”

"You heard the admiral, off you go!" Lyla rushed off to the stern to take the ship's wheel.

“And Lyla?” she stopped, turning her big brown eyes at him. She probably knew what was coming as you slipped by Miguel, sliding your hand around his inner elbow. “No rum.” 

It was one time, she threw a curse. 

“Have I missed something?” you asked, setting your head against his thin poet’s shirt. He smelled of the salty sea and the thin film of his own sweat. The warmth of the sun must have drained you already, donned in tumbling full-body fabrics.

“I’ve something for you.” 

“Have you?” you asked, turning around to face him. Miguel reached around his neck, loosening the cord. His gift was not a necklace. If it were, he’d be far outmatched with jewels like sapphires, diamonds, and topaz nestled between your breasts. He pulled a ring from the cord, slipping onto his knees. You recognized the ring that he presented to you immediately. A modest ring of pearl set with tiny bits of a jewel that wasn’t quite diamond on either side.

“Oh, Miggy. You kept it?” you slipped your hand down to his waiting fingers. Miguel slid his ring onto your finger.

“It isn’t much. A guards pay, yes?” He began, realizing he was stumbling over his words. “But I… couldn’t help but think you would prefer it to something new.” 

You pulled your hand free, kneeling to catch his lips in a small, patient kiss. He was grateful for anything he could get-- repressed as he was. Gwen bit back a smile, a soft murmur of princess, to urge you not to draw out such attention in front of a band of sea-numb sailors. You slid back onto two feet, your hands coming together one over the other. 

“I love it. I always have, Miguel.” 

“Yes, well--” he cleared his throat. He pushed past Gwen toward the steer of the boat, barking some orders in intelligible sailor slang. “I should check on Lyla. Lest she beaches us on some obvious outcropping.” 

Gwen and you both knew it was to loosen himself of the embarrassment of a kiss well deserved. You glanced down at the engagement ring glittering on your finger, a smile working over your cheeks.

“Perhaps I should not have asked Lyla for her help,” you leaned over to whisper in Gwen’s ear. “My Miggy will never let her live it down.” 

“Yes,” Gwen agreed. “Perhaps not.” 

Hours ago, Miguel was on the salty sea. Tonight, Miguel held a bloody seax, wiping away kingly blood from its blade with a handkerchief that he’d promptly dispose of. For all his talk, the king took death well. Admirable, even! Barely a coward’s cry, a simple do it mijo, as Miguel drove his blade across his neck. Perhaps he expected his death, perhaps he missed his sons. Miguel couldn't help but think he knew what would happen by asking Miguel to deliver you to Stone like a hunk of precious cargo.

“I would say that went quite well. No fuss from the council members. No fuss from the king,” Lyla relaxed at the king’s desk, her breeches smattered in blood. Miguel lifted his eyebrows at her, a bit of sweat dripping down his neck. “How about your fiancé? Think she’ll make a fuss? You did slit--”

“¡Callate! Go with the men and take the body to the undertaker.” 

“You’re no fun,” Lyla threw her boots off the desk, guards flanking her side, heading toward the king’s chambers. Miguel replaced his seax in the sheathe, cupping his face in one of his large hands. The door creaked wide open. Jess, whose frame was also streaked in blood, strode in. Miguel threw her a handkerchief.

“Council members are done and dusted.”

He mulled over what was undoubtedly coming: talk of the next steps. Miguel braced himself for her prodding.

“It has been a long time, years maybe since the people favored the king. I dare say not ever."

"What of the imperialists?"

"My guards are posted to suppress those still loyal to the king." 

“I can't imagine they were happy under his rule.” Miguel moved toward the king’s rum cabinet, grabbing a bottle of glass. He sniffs the pretentious liquid, striding around the front and pouring Jess a cup first, then himself. “He did nothing for them but levy heavy taxes. She is the one who handled public relations. They’ll welcome a new king.” 

“Well, it is better to have a warrior king over a puppet king. Even the corrupt will be happy not to fall to Stone.”

He hummed in agreement. 

“About your rule."

Oh, here she goes.

"You’ll marry her before the end of the rose festival. It is the perfect time for romance.” Jess drank her rum, clinking their ringed fingers together in a toast. “Everyone knows of her standing engagement to Stone. We can frame the wedding as an act of love and her father as an obstacle to it. The women will love it.”

“If she’ll have me.”

“Miguel. We agreed. She has no choice.”

The sound of it grated something low in his belly. His fiancé with no choice but to marry the man who murdered her father. Murder was in no way his preferred choice... It was unavoidable. He had no other choice.

“I know.” 

Miguel threw back the rum. He cast a glance to the window, the sun rising over the horizon. She watches him push off the side of the desk, his claws scratching lines of blood behind his neck. He spoke to himself as much as he spoke to Jess with his next words.

“My woman is gentle. I do not know how to tell her-- that I’ve waited a decade to marry her only to force her to."  

Jess had no answers. The king is dead, sang some distant lament, a panic echoing through the halls. He wondered which you would agree to attend first: the funeral or the wedding.

Your mother was assassinated when you were just a girl. Your brothers met their deaths while at war with Stone. That was the nature of war and being a royal. For much of your life, you were accustomed to the pain of loss. Creating connections with your subjects was what you always aspired to develop. You could talk to people in the crown city you knew would be there year after year. Like the willowy brunet who sold you rose oil even after Miguel left. That was why the rose festival was so important to you. 

It was tainted that early morning with the shrill scream of the king is dead-- bouncing off the halls, sending your heart strumming in your chest as you lurched up in your silky sheets, throwing your feet over the bed onto the cold marble floor.

“My father is dead?” you asked one of the two sentinel guards who stood wordless at your door. Gwen was parked in one of your great lounge chairs, rushing to stand upon the sound of your sleep-laden voice. You picked the bottom of your sleeping gown, rushing down from your place on the bed to the double doors. Gwen stopped you short of them. 

“By order of the Chief of the Imperial Guard, I’m afraid you can’t go out, princess,” she spoke smoothly. She cleared her throat. “It is not safe.”  “Safe?” you repeated. “The last man I could call family is dead and you long to speak to me about safety?” 

She steeled her face. Guilt trickled in, inking in her stormy eyes. She strode in front of the double doors, her hand over the pommel of her sword. You couldn’t believe your luck-- not only to be alive, drawing breath, but to at the same time be sequestered in your quarters like a small bird in a gilded cage. 

“Yes, princess. It is for your own good.”

The doors swung open. In place of your father, with his jovial hops, your fiancé. Miguel took measured steps, swinging the door shut behind him. The doors boomed as they came to a close. Like the other sentinel, Gwen took her place in protecting the only feasible exit. Your chambers were high in a tower, looking before the beautiful coast and its silvery waves. You often looked out the window and thought of him.

“I take it you have heard.” 

Something in his countenance set off an air of distrust. His chin was level as if it was cut out of marble, and effortlessly the words spilled from his lips. There had never been a day in your life that you did not trust Miguel O’Hara. That though he was curt, sharp, and decisive, he always bore your best interest in mind. That was something you reconsidered now.

He stood almost too pieced together. Miguel stood in a clean militant uniform, the finest set of regimental you ever did see him in. Any other time you may have drooled over the sight. Over the way he combed his hair back, tickling his broad throat. Or how tightly the shirt fit when he moved forth, then swayed back on his heel. His thumb hooked on the clasp of an iron belt.

“What have I heard, Miguel?” 

“Of the military coup.” 

His words carried no recognizable trace of remorse. They only communicated the facts of your situation.

“You…” you faded off. It couldn’t have been. ”It was you?” 

“I had no other choice.”

Though he said the words, he knew you would find them inadequate. Wholly untrue, even. Your mind buzzed in disbelief, pacing backward to your bed. You glanced at the clothes your maid set out for the day, settled over bundles of fluffy pillows. As the sun raised over the glittering ocean, one that you visited often in his memory, you felt stilted. “I asked you not to--” 

“Talk ill of the dead, yes, I know. I will not.” 

“You missed my point entirely. I asked that you would not blame them for the past. To not dwell on it. You've done just that!” 

It was perhaps an impossible ask to ask a man like Miguel, cocky as he were, to bury the past when your father made such requests of him. You could handle your father’s death by any other means. By an assassination by Jess or the many others who sought his head. With your heart something akin to numb, you dropped onto your bed, scratching at the ribbons laced in your hair from the night before. You pulled them free. Miguel made his way close, bending onto one knee between your own, sliding his gloved hand up your exposed skin. 

“Perdóname,” he spoke candidly. You gazed at him with watery, bright eyes. If anything on this earth could fill him with remorse, it would have been that. He pressed a kiss to your knee. “It had to be done.” 

“You say that but I wonder if you truly understand what those words mean,” you bit out. He appeared contrite, lowering his head lower, if at all possible. “What would you have me do next, hm? I have no more brothers to rule the crown. I care nothing for politics, only the health of my society, and what of Stone? Do you not think he will feel disrespected?” 

“I did it for you.” Miguel simpered. 

“For me? None of this is for me,” you repeated after him, knocking his hands from your knee. You replaced the skirt over the spot he kissed, finding the feeling of his slightly chapped lips blooming blisters of hot anger through your body. “No, you did it for yourself, Miguel. You are so selfish. My father gave you an ounce of power and you repaid him by taking his life.” 

“I am selfish? He gave me nothing but years of pain.” Miguel’s facade cracked, his face going insipid. “I took these positions to please him. For you.” 

“And how is it that these choices are now my fault?” you interrupted Miguel, looking up at his hard features. “Now where do I figure into this-- bloodlust of yours? What do you want of me?” 

“I want you to marry me. You will marry me. You have no other choice.” 

You weren’t going to let him skate by this time. You wouldn’t allow him to be this wonderful, handsome, caring man you fell in love with at first sight as a girl. The certainty with which he said those words was enough. You pushed past him, Miguel snatching your slight wrist in his thick grasp, holding you there. He couldn’t let it be. Not so easily. 

“Get out,” you whirled your wrist around in his grip to break it. He easily could have overcome you, the admiral that he was. You heard the rumors of his swashbuckling run-ins with pirates and saw him in action as a guard. You knew the depths of his strength. He let you slip away. “That is an order from your princess, Miguel. Perhaps you’ve forgotten, but it is the rose festival. I have duties to maintain peace that don’t require things such as murder and treason to the crown.”

He snapped his head down, inspecting something wildly interesting on the stony floor. His hands flexed and curled into tight fists, as though he could do or say anything more that would talk you from throwing you out of your quarters. His anger piqued before he absolved it of outward expression, instead speaking with a hard voice.

“We will speak of this again.” 

“Out.” 

He never wanted this. But it was necessary.

Miggy, Miggy, me duele. 

The pain will pass, mi amor. 

The only type of hurt Miguel wanted to give you preceded pleasure. One that could be fixed with patience and doting attention. That was what the rose festival provided nearly eight years ago. Today-- that reality couldn’t be any different from his reality. 

Jess’s military presence was intense. Normally, you could cut bundles of bouncy rosy flowers and interact freely with others attending, creating rose products that could be bought, traded, or sold. Your chamber ladies held wicker baskets jam-packed with long flowers to be given to expecting or aged mothers, a small gift for their motherly worries. A parasol blocked the warm Mediterranean skin from your exposed skin. 

“She looks beautiful today, eh?” 

Lyla nudged him with a sticky creampuff between her fingers. Its rosy pink filling was smeared over her slight lip. Miguel’s arms turned one over the other, not a complaint on his lips. She was right as she usually was. You never wore red-- but the occasions that you did never failed to render him breathless. Unfortunately for him, the long dress hugged your curves beautifully, a fat bow behind your back, the diadem settled neatly along your head. You looked beautiful-- like that night, sliding into a hot bath of nothing but warm petals and rose oil purchased from some overly excited peasant. What he wouldn't give to hold your parasol, or the baskets, to simply be close.

“Suppose you didn’t think this bit through,” she leaned in, whispering words in his ear. “The whole let’s assassinate what’s left of her family.” 

“Shut up,” Miguel pushed off the wall. “If you’re so knowledgeable, help me.” 

“I could do that. Princess!” Lyla waved, rushing over. He followed her like a second shadow, nipping on her heels. Your gaze snapped to hers. A slightly forced smile worked at your lips as you brought your red-gloved fingers to the basket your chamber lady had. He tried to make eye contact-- but found you looked anywhere but his eyes, avoiding him in the cruelest way you could. 

“Lady Lyla, I have something for you.” 

“For me?” she laughed, a teasing thing. “I never receive gifts.” 

“I give you casks of rum.” Miguel protested. You looked at Lyla for a moment, eyes flickering gently, before continuing your search. 

How did you punish him? You look anywhere but at him. You ignore his existence. He longs.

“Yes,” you plucked out a ruby red crown of roses. “Well, girls, perhaps Lyla would like to feel like a woman for once. Trapped on the admiral’s battered and broken ship does not serve for much of a love life. Other than brief encounters at distant ports. Which I am sure you do not care much for.” 

“Eh,” Lyla shrugged off the suggestion, slipping onto a knee so that you could set the crown of flowers on her head. She stands back up, nodding her head appreciatively. “I’ve had relations with some beautiful women.” 

“Oh, please tell,” you took her thin arm and pulled her from his side, pinching your skirt between your fingers and walking on. As if he were fucking invincible-- “I am sure the admiral has taken on many lovers during the years. Have you?” 

“He’s not even had one.” Lyla laughed, “Unless you count his hand.” 

She thought she was so funny. Your chambermaids certainly thought she was, chittering in laughter among one another. He quickly understood that you not only did not want to speak to him but by peeling his-- begrudgingly said-- best friend away from him, you sought to make a point. To make him feel as lonely as your grief made you. In this busy, love-filled festival, he certainly felt it. 

Miguel doesn’t buy things often. But there was something in the way the tiny stick of a man spoke. The glitter in his plain brown eyes invited Miguel to buy the stupid oil treatment that he spilled into his bath now. I think I remember you, you were the princess’s guard, the man said. You bought the princess this treatment years ago!

He couldn’t have remembered it. Miguel abandoned the towel by a gilded chair, sliding his sore muscles into the hot water. He shouldn’t have left to help his men at the docks. His muscles were tight with the tension of moving crates of products onto ships all afternoon and into the late hours of the night. The subsequent days of the rose festival proceeded much the same. It was nearly over. Jess would come soon to press him about his marriage. One that he was not certain would proceed-- not if things kept in this vein. Yet, he couldn't bear to walk to your chambers again, to force you into it.

“I’ve thought about it.” 

Miguel would have jerked out of the bath if not for your hands sinking into the warm waters of the bath. Your gloves were thrown somewhere else, not here, dipping around his broad torso and below the waters. You wrenched your hand around his cock, gently pulling his dick to hardness underneath the waters. It did not take much-- it had been so long. He couldn’t quite process your words with the way you stroked him, milking him as if he were detached from his cock. 

“Miggy."

"Yes...?" he didn't know what else to say.

"You murdered my father because you want to be king,” you said, the words held a vein of resentment. You enjoyed it, stroking the soft skin of his dick, tracing the veins that rushed to his head. You especially loved how he stiffened and grew in your silky hands. Miguel gripped the sides of the bath, his knuckles growing white as he held the rim. 

“I don’t want to be king. I want you, I’d-- carajo-- murder him a hundred times over,” he supplied the truth, the words falling from his lips with great effort. Your other hand sunk lower, grasping his balls in your palm and melding them. You squeezed him in some mock punishment. But it wasn’t-- not nearly. It felt good. He cried out, a small pant of air filling the room. 

“Hush, Miguel.” 

“No-- te necesito. I need you, I’m so fucking-- I’m hard,” your languid circular strokes of his shaft were agonizing and caused him to ache. His nails dug into the side of the bath, mesmerized by how gently you treated him, settling a kiss at the side of his neck. Your pace quickened, jerking him more insistently. The many days at sea that he stroked himself just like this-- with the dream of your hands being the one to do it, to do just this, all culminated in Miguel’s harsh panting, trying to obey-- to be good for you, just as you had years ago. 

“I know you do. You want me to marry you?” you murmured against his neck, tracing his pulse. He dropped his head back, closing his eyes, offering you only a small nod. Your hands drew back, leaving him bobbing in the water, so hard it hurt. So hard-- “Stop it.” 

Miguel complied. You drew back your deep red cowl, drawing the strands loose as you moved in front of him. He bore at you in an incredible amount of awe, his hand pulling at his cock like it were second nature. He pounded into his own hand, so high on the lovely sight before him that it surged in his chest, the beautiful way your nails pulled at the frilled bottom of your nightgown, lifting and pulling it off your body. His mind was a haze, skin warm by the hot oil in the bath. What remained was a desire to be touched by you. 

“¿Qué? I didn’t hear you,” your fingers teetered along your clit, stroking along your wet lips. Miguel soaked his own lips with the hunger that rose from the need to touch and be touched by you. 

“Sí,” Miguel murmured, the words short and slight. You slipped into the water, gripping the rim of the bath and presented your ass to him. Miguel’s eyes caught your puffy lips, flecks of rose matted to your skin. He didn’t dare move-- lest you tell him to get out. 

“Come mount me,” you urged, the words soft, gentle, inviting him to climb over your body. He didn’t know why-- but happiness bloomed in his chest, “Since you murdered what family I had left, you’ll give me more.” 

“Give you… you want me to…” Miguel’s mind fizzled out, all cognizant thought of what you meant left field. In its place was the certainty of what you wanted. You wanted him-- his children. He clambered over you, nudging your lips with his cockhead. 

“Sí, mi amor, I want you to impregnate me.” Your hand reached back, nails clawing into his muscular hip. Miguel flinched, the blunt head of his cock pressed against your entrance. Water sloshed over the rim of the bath onto marble floors. What you asked for was to be used, to be filled. He couldn't equate the depths of your need when just a few days ago you banished him from your chambers.

“Is that so? Then I won’t pull out.” 

“I expect you not to,” you bit back. 

“Fuck,” Miguel murmured, taking his time in sliding forward. He wanted to savor the feeling, the way his cock slid apart walls that hadn’t been used in years. Your body stretched to make room for him, the feeling of burning pleasure dancing down your spine. Miguel gasped, realizing he should have fingered you first-- because your body was tight, so warm and good, full of his cock deep in your belly. You moaned his name, sounding so beautiful in ways that Miguel had only dreamed of in the past few years. 

He snapped his hips in forceful but short thrusts, his fingers gliding up your sides to your breasts, his thumb and index finger rolled and pinched your nipples. “Dios mío,” he found himself panting. “I’ve missed this.” 

“So Lyla says,” you threw back. “Ah, there, faster--” 

“As you wish.” 

You were talking far too much for his liking. His hands snapped down to your core, fingers delving against the clitoral hood, that sweet little spot he knew would cause a weakness in this facade of yours. You gasped, lowering your head down over the rim of the bath, accepting his thrusts with helpless cries of his name, growing in their intelligibility, until felt it more than he heard it. Your pussy spasmed around him, milking him for his seed. Not yet, he wanted to remember the way you cried for him-- for his children. He snapped his hips hard, short thrusts snatching any relief of orgasm far away. 

“Por fa Miggy,” you whispered, something soft and hot. His eyes went wide, failing to focus on anything but your voice. “Don’t be a tease. Give me your seed.” 

He responded with nothing short of a sharp growl, turning his hands onto your hips. He threw his hips forward in a harsh, punishing pace, as if he were taking out every second you punished him out on you now. Water soaked the floor, replaced with the ringing slap of his hips thrown against yours, his heavy balls full of cum that-- seconds later, he released. Miguel choked loud grunts, scratching at your back for relief. You felt his warm seed fill your walls, his chest bowing over yours as he spurt his cum seated against your cervix. His claws drew lines of blood free of your unmarred hips, marks of his claim. 

“Stay-- stay there,” Miguel murmured against your back, pressing small kisses along your back to your shoulder. “If you want a baby, my seed needs to take.” 

Soon enough, Miguel grew soft and fell free from your body, globs of his cum spilling down your thighs. He stepped out of the bath, drying himself off and throwing the towel on the slippery floor. He extended his hand out for you to take. You did, sliding over the crumpled clothes Miguel threw on the floor so that you would not slip. 

“You marry me tomorrow,” you supplied. Miguel’s bushy eyebrows pushed up, suddenly realizing why Jess had not yet come to bother him about his failure to secure a fitting date for marriage. You must have arranged it. 

“What do you mean tomorrow?” 

“Then our honeymoon. I want to have a child in my arms before the year is up, Miggy. You can handle politics, war, Stone. I care not for any of it.” You settled your hand on Miguel’s chest, drawing it down over his firm pecs to the muscles of his stomach. He glanced toward your core, cum soaking your walls. “You have no choice.” 

“You mean to say you are forcing me into marriage?” Miguel bit out, a heavy breath slipping out of his lips when you grabbed him again. Already? You walked him back out of the bathroom and into his bedroom, pushing him onto the silken sheets. He fell with a grunt, catching your body and dragging you on top. Cum from your leaking cunt soaked his thigh. You brought your thumb to his lips, quirking it against one of his fangs. Miguel turned his face to the side, glaring into the dark night.

“As if it were so hard. Now, the correct response is yes, my princess.” 

He chuckled, small and pleased.

“Yes, my queen.” 

Queen did sound so good when it came from his lips. 

[michellecee0]

Hi! I absolutely love Lily's kindergala dress! It's so beautiful! I also may or may not have stalked your account and saw that you have some Aus with Kindergarten, if you can, think you can make a kindergala version of one of your Aus?

As you already have known, I adore Lily. Since, obviously she's my absolute favorite. I decided to make My little Gem Lily join the KinderGala.

Here's my Gem!

Lily is a Blue Topaz gem!

And yes, that's her KinderGala gown. In this Au, she clearly doesn't know any knowledge of how to dress for some certain type of events, so she just got a cute jumpsuit with a somewhat kind of skirt with it, and simply wore it.

Here's a bonus of Blue Diamond panicking about her little gem suddenly disappearing.

And yes, feel free to interact with my gem Lily.

:3

[thequietkid-moonie]

Okay,so I was looking at Topaz, and I was thinking about MHA. Then, I also noticed Topaz has white hair with a hint of red... it pretty much escalated from their cause, then i noticed she's a fire type and has blue eyes. So now I'm having weird thoughts of Topaz in MHA being the oldest(older twin of touya) Todoroki sibling. Who is weirdly the most stable of the family and is also a hero like her dad. She is also the peace keeper in the house, and thanks to her presence, while things still went south, things arent as bad as they were in canon. She is able to rein her father Enji in to a degree in regards to shoto and his training. She's also the one who's most proud of him when he starts to change and become a better person.

Topaz is also besties with both Burnin and Mirko. She has to constantly rein herself in around mirko as she finds her absolutely adorable and loves the contrast between her personality and her quirk. She considers Hawks a friend but also finds him annoying on occasion.

Why is this so lore accurate???

Haha i think Topaz will definetly help a lot that family, she is determinated, stronge and always stand up for herself and defend what she likes and cares for, i think because of her personality she will be able to confront her father without actually feel intimidated and if she tries to defend her siblings that would have left Eiji with no other option that actually listen to her, wich ultimately will lead the family to live with more peace

Also, because of her personality and strenght she will probably be end up working in his agency and be the closest to her father for the good team they do! (just like hawks, the only one who he actually listen), besides, for how ambicious she is there is no way Eiji won't feel proud of her and will support her (indirectly because that man doesn’t know how to express his feelings 💀)

And she being besties with Mirko and Burnin??? Alright, now i need that to be canon!! Like they would be so cute together!! (not to the villains haha)

[the-mortuary-witch]

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MANIFESTATION: amber, amethyst, andalusite, blue lace agate, calcite, citrine, garnet, hematite, lepidolite, onyx, pyrite, tourmaline, and sard.

MARRIAGE: aquamarine, beryl, lodestone, onyx, rose quartz, sard, and onyx.

MONEY: agate, aventurine, bloodstone, calcite, jasper, lodestone, malachite, opal, pearl, pyrite, staurolite, tigers-eye, tourmaline, and topaz.

MOTIVATION: amber, calcite, celestine, fluorite, labradorite, serpentine, and zircon.

NEGATIVITY (TO DISPEL/AVERT/PROTECTION FROM): amazonite, ametrine, azurite, carnelian, charoite, dolomite, epidote, garnet, hawks-eye, hematite, hiddenite, jade, jasper, kunzite, lepidolite, malachite, obsidian, onyx, peridot, quartz, rose quartz, ruby, salt, selenite, smoky quartz, tourmaline, and turquoise.

NIGHTMARES (TO WARD OFF/SUBDUE): chrysoprase, garnet, jet, lepidolite, onyx, sapphire, and topaz.

OBSTACLES (TO OVERCOME): agate, azurite, barite, bloodstone, diamond, epidote, fluorite, malachite, moonstone, obsidian, opal. petrified wood, quartz, smoky quartz, and tourmaline.

OPTIMISM: agate, beryl, cat’s-eye, chrysoberyl, citrine, dolomite, jasper, and sunstone.

PAST LIFE WORK: andalusite, cuprite, desert rose, howlite, petrified wood, and white quartz.

PEACE / TRANQUILITY: amethyst, aquamarine, blue lace agate, celestine, desert rose, jade, jasper, kunzite, lapis lazuli, larimar, malachite, obsidian, pearl, peridot, sard, selenite, sodalite, sugilite, topaz, and tourmaline.

PROSPERITY / ABUNDANCE: agate, alexandrite, aventurine, cats-eye, calcite, diamond, dioptase, emerald, jade, jasper, malachite, opal, peridot, ruby, spinel, tigers-eye, and tourmaline. 

PROTECTION / DEFENCE: agate, amber, amethyst, andalusite, angelite, aquamarine, aventurine, black tourmaline, calcite, carnelian, cats-eye, citrine, diamond, emerald, epidote, jade, garnet, jasper, jet, onyx, obsidian, quartz ruby, sapphire, sard, serpentine, smoky quartz, sunstone, tigers-eye, tourmaline, turquoise, and zircon. 

PSYCHIC ABILITIES (TO ENHANCE): alexandrite, amethyst apatite, aquamarine, aragonite, beryl, calcite, charoite, citrine, desert rose, diamond, emerald, hawks-eye, jasper, jet, labradorite, lapis lazuli, malachite, moldavite, moonstone, obsidian, opal, peridot, pyrite, quartz, ruby, sapphire, smoky quartz, sodalite, and tourmaline.

PURIFICATION / CLEANSING: amber, amethyst, ametrine, aquamarine, aragonite, calcite, charoite, lepidolite, moldavite, pearl, peridot, quartz, smoky quartz, topaz, and zircon.

RECONCILIATION: apatite, beryl, diamond, lodestone, and quartz.

RELATIONSHIPS: amazonite, amber, aquamarine, barite, beryl, chrysocolla, garnet lodestone, lapis lazuli, obsidian, onyx, peridot, rose quartz, ruby, sapphire, sodalite, and tourmaline.

REMOVE / RELEASE: agate, aventurine, carnelian, dolomite, fluorite, moonstone, obsidian, peridot, quartz, and topaz.

RENEWAL / REBIRTH / NEW BEGINNINGS: ametrine, aquamarine, bloodstone, calcite, carnelian, citrine, garnet, hawks-eye, hematite, peridot, petrified wood, quartz, selenite, serpentine, topaz, tourmaline, turquoise, and white quartz.

SEX / SEXUALITY: agate, Ruby, cuprite, garnet, jasper, rose quartz, ruby, sapphire, serpentine, smoky quartz, spinel, tigers-eye, topaz, and zircon.

SPIRIT GUIDES: amethyst, ametrine, azurite, barite, bloodstone, emerald, howlite, jade, labradorite, moonstone, quartz, salt, sapphire, sugilite, and tourmaline.

SPIRITUALITY: alexandrite, amethyst, ametrine, apatite, barite, beryl, bloodstone, blue lace agate, calcite, celestine, charoite, citrine, desert rose, diamond, dolomite, fluorite, garnet, lapis lazuli, lodestone, malachite, moldavite, pearl, quartz, rose quartz, staurolite, tourmaline, and turquoise.

STABILITY: amazonite, amber, amethyst, ametrine, azurite, calcite, celestine, cuprite, dolomite, garnet, jasper, kyanite, lodestone, quartz, rhodochrosite, and sphene.

STRENGTH: agate, amazonite, amethyst, ametrine, aventurine, bloodstone, charoite, diamond, garnet, hematite, kyanite, lodestone, moonstone, opal, petrified wood, quartz, rose quartz, ruby, sard, onyx, tigers-eye, and tourmaline.

STRESS: agate, angelite, aragonite, beryl, blue lace agate, celestine, diamond, dolomite, howlite, kyanite, labradorite, larimar, lepidolite, petrified wood, rose quartz, selenite, and sodalite.

SUCCESS: agate, alexandrite, amazonite, amber, amethyst, andalusite, aventurine, bloodstone, carnelian, citrine, epidote, fluorite, garnet, jasper, labradorite, malachite, sodalite, spinel, staurolite, sunstone, tigers-eye, turquoise, and zircon.

TRANSFORMATION: amethyst, angelite, azurite, blue lace agate, cats-eye, cerussite, chrysocolla, labradorite, moldavite, obsidian, salt, staurolite, sugilite, and white quartz.

TRAVEL: aquamarine, beryl, emerald, jade, garnet, lapis lazuli, lodestone, malachite, staurolite, and turquoise.

TRUST: amazonite, apophyllite, blue lace agate, charoite, and diamond.

TRUTH: aragonite, danburite, emerald, pyrite, spinel, tigers-eye, and turquoise.

UNITY: amazonite, charoite, diamond, smoky quartz, and zircon.

WELL-BEING: agate, aventurine, beryl, calcite, dioptase, garnet, jade, jasper, kyanite, sugilite, sunstone, and zircon.

WISDOM: amber, agate, amethyst, aquamarine, beryl, blue lace agate, carnelian, chrysocolla, desert rose, garnet, diamond, dioptase, jasper, labradorite, lapis lazuli, moonstone, opal, petrified wood, quartz, rose quartz, ruby, sapphire, sard, onyx, smoky quartz, spinel, sugilite, tigers-eye, topaz, and turquoise.

[biancatronic]

The logic for people on TikTok what is z0ophile is distorted for main topaz x Rouge, sonic x elise and shadow x Maria

1-If you use this argument for invalid and these shippers, they don't know what that term means 2- They are a lazy person who does not research this in depth the word.

It's amazing how they do this mental gymnastics and puts realism in a series of games of a blue anthrapomorphic hedgehog who acts like a human and they treat the mobians cast like literal animals and ignore that there are interspecies couples in other media of the same type, dumb people eusnaid stupidity to cringer in public.

[halcy0ng1rl]

rises the moon | sable x mikaela

w/c: 3.3k

synopsis: Sable was exhausted. For what felt like days, she had been tucked away in a corner table at the Moonstone trying and failing to find material for her show, yet there Mikaela stood, shining like a beacon on the blackest night.

fluff, wlw, winter aesthetic

But after sunlit days, one thing stays the same,

Rises the moon. 

December: Downtown Greenville, 2010, 7:45 pm. 

Sable was exhausted. For what felt like days, she had been tucked away in a corner table at the Moonstone, diving through shady internet forums on her prehistoric laptop in a feeble-sounding attempt to research new material for this week's episode of All Things Wicked This Night. The table was buried in curled-up notepad paper, discarded sticky notes, pens, and drained cups of coffee. 

Sable, dressed to the nines in a big white hoodie with her hair messily thrown up in a clip, pressed her fingers to her temples and frowned deeply. The jukebox was routinely stuttering out what was supposed to be relaxing jazz, but only intensified Sable’s rising level of irritability. One more trill of a saxophone, and she would be inclined to throw her fists at it. 

Her fingertips were sore and pink from rapidly slamming her fingers against her computer’s worn keyboard, typing yet not making any worthy progress. Eyelids thick with sleep, she took a moment to escape the cold brightness of her screen and instead looked at Mikaela, a much warmer sight. 

Momentary solace washed over Sable’s tired body as Mikaela smiled and caught her eye from behind the plant-covered barista counter. A calm amidst the storm.

She was wearing a big knitted turtleneck the colour of tumbled amethyst, the sleeves tightly rolled up to reveal the rows of gorgeous golden bracelets adorning her wrists. The smooth, intricate lines of her forearm tattoos stood out beautifully against her porcelain skin and made Sable think, for a moment, of what it might be like to trace them with her fingertips. Her dark blue apron was tied alluringly tight around her waist, an intricate bow securing it in place at the back. Hazy electric blue emitted from the neon sign hung on the wall and mingled with the topaz glow of fairy lights strung around the pillars, casting a gentle contrast of warm and cool to grace her features.

Her delicate hands were busy crafting what was most likely the fiftieth holiday-themed coffee ordered that day, sprinkling red and white bits of crushed peppermint onto a generous accumulation of airy whipped cream. Her haphazardly kept apricot curls danced in front of her face for a moment as she leaned over the counter to hand the steaming cup to the night’s final customer. 

When the door shut and the bell chimed its last, Mikaela let out a relieved sigh and hurried over to flip the neon sign to closed. She hung her star-speckled apron on the rack and let her hair tumble down her shoulders, a visible serenity crossing her freckled face. Distracted, Sable tried to focus on her screen again, but all the words on the tab she had opened blurred into indecipherable blobs. The back of her neck throbbed with a dull ache that wouldn’t go away no matter how many times she stretched. 

Sable typed away, now laser-focused on the matter at hand– she loathed the idea of facing an unfinished document in the morning. As she worked, doubts corroded her tired mind. What if she had to cancel this week’s episode and leave the broadcast dead, subsequently disappointing her listeners? Would she take one break and feel compelled to take another, and then another? Was she losing her spark? 

Absorbed in the suddenness of this overwhelming melancholy, she raved nonsensically without thought on the document, each new sentence becoming less coherent than the last; Is it possible that the Yamaoka family was subject to an unwilling act of demonic intervention years before Rin’s father committed his vile crime? The sword that he used may have been an heirloom, passed down as a curse. It is stated that Mrs.Yamaoka’s body was chopped up. Almost in ritual? Goddddd there’s too many theories. Aliens! A fucking MAGIC SWORD! This case is so OLD Oh my GODDDDDDDDDDDDyihbwdjnxmjhghhhhhhhhhh i’m hopeless. 

Needless to say, she wished she had chosen to write about an obviously fake chain mail story, cryptic text post or even a fake ghost sighting instead of something so convoluted—at least then, she could have extended some creative liberty to her craft. Sable retreated further into her hoodie, drearily remembering that she had chosen to waste her day doing this instead of studying for finals. 

“Tired yet?” Sable jumped at an unexpected voice interrupting her frazzled thoughts. Her posture eased when she realized that the voice was not that of a demonic spirit conjured out of her subconscious despair—but Mikaela’s. 

She leaned against the chair across from Sable with a wry smile gracing her lips, forehead painted with concern and slight amusement. 

Sable stretched and finally met her soft eyes, of which she had their undivided attention through thick circular lenses. 

“You don’t know the half of it.” 

Mikaela laughed sweetly, “Look at who you’re talking to,” she gestured toward the cluttered table with one gold-ringed hand. “I’ve been here a thousand times.” 

“Yeah? And do you always feel like gouging your eyes out?” Sable didn’t intend to sound venomous, but the remark bit acridly when she spoke it. She slumped further down in her chair, this time in remorse, and buried her face in her hands. Forlorn. 

Mikaela gently closed Sable’s laptop and stood closer to her. “Only when I overwork myself– which is most of the time,” 

“Terrific.” 

“I think you should take a break from the show for a while,” her voice turned syrupy, and she gently brushed the tips of her fingers along the purple shadows beneath Sable’s right eye. “It’s draining you.” 

Sable let out a relieved breath and leaned into Mikaela’s touch, savouring the momentary solace. “It’s the only thing keeping me sane,” she breathed, knowing as she said it that it wasn’t the full truth. 

In Greenville, being different means being ostracized. Stared at on public transport. Spoken to with overbearing passive aggression. All Things Wicked This Night was a way for Sable to connect with people who understood her, even if from miles away. That fleeting, yet fulfilling feeling of being heard for even a second in the comfortable dark of her attic, alone yet not wholly, made her feel like she wasn’t neurotic for being the way she, to the dismay of onlookers, was. 

She felt as if she owed it to her listeners to be there for them like they always are for her. 

Yet, there was also another constant in her life who was always there for her, patient and understanding and always right around the corner. 

“Maybe being insane for a while could do you some good,” Mikaela laughed, tucking an errant strand of violet behind Sable’s ear. Sable felt her defences weaken, and her heart thrum with a steady adoration. As per usual, Mikaela was right. 

She sighed, looking up at her with a small, accepting smile. “Brace yourself, then.” 

“I’ll be right here.” As Mikaela bent down to kiss Sable on the cheek, she caught a whiff of sweet, vanilla perfume lingering on her neck and welled up with honey-sweet reverence. Her lips were softer than silk, the touch of them a gentle, forthright promise that healed a part of Sable she never knew to be fractured.

 Sable pulled Mikaela down closer to her chest, and for one infinite second, basking in the familiar warmth of her embrace, the bickering in her head faded away into listless murmurs of violet and velvet. She felt herself come back to earth as her fingers dug into the inviting fibres of Mikaela’s sweater, her face kept safely in the crook of her neck. 

She inhaled once, letting the soft, soothing notes of cacao and amber envelop her delicately like a whispered confession. Sable let go as the moment slipped away, feeling a dull, yet content ache settle within her chest as time visibly passed her by. 

Mikaela smiled– her seafoam blue gaze tender and deep and full of emotions that could not accurately be named– and clasped Sable’s icy hands warmly within the sanctuary of her own. Mikaela ran her thumbs over her cracking, stiff knuckles, easing away the discordance weaved into each bone as if to say it’s okay, I’m here. 

Sable latched onto her again and closed her eyes. She could hear the faint whistle of a blizzard raging outside the window, shaking the barren trees. 

“I’ll make you a tea,” Mikaela unclipped Sable’s hair and smoothed it out with her fingers, staring for a moment out at the puffs of dreamlike snow falling beyond the frost-covered glass before walking back to the counter. 

Sable curled her knees up to her chest and held herself together, cradling the tendrils of warmth Mikaela’s touch left behind close to her heart. She pressed her nose to her sleeves and inhaled, delighted to find a scintilla of her perfume interwoven in the fibres. Her eyes followed Mikaela fondly as she began to mosey about the small kitchen space– they were in their own little world where it was just the two of them, along with the ever-falling snow. 

The kettle bubbled and hissed, and Mikaela’s bracelets jingled musically as she procured Sable’s tea. She gathered small drips of golden honey onto a spoon and stirred them soundlessly into the steaming mug like a witch stirring her misty cauldron– a comparison that made Sable chuckle softly into her sleeve, too low for anyone to hear– then softly whispered an incantation with her eyes closed. 

Sable could feel the warm blessings seeping into her chilled hands as Mikaela handed it to her, outfitted in a familiar chipping cup with little moths painted on it in gold. Hot steam spilled from the lip of the mug and swirled up to tickle Sable’s nose, emanating a sweet, herbal aroma. Memories of past sick days flooded her mind along with an eruption of mushy gratitude. 

“A blend of lavender and chamomile, with a bit of honey,” Mikaela smiled softly and sat across the table from Sable, who was too awestruck to say anything. Her fingers tapped endlessly against the side of the cracking ceramic. 

A rare, tiny smile poked at the edges of her lips. 

“I– I don’t know what to say–” she fumbled with her hands, staring into the dark abyss swirling around inside the cup. “Thank you. So much, Mikaela…” her words faltered, becoming quiet and dreamy. She didn’t know how to articulate her feelings– of which there were many. Mikaela simply huffed out a small, doting laugh in response. 

“You’re welcome,” her lips settled over her teeth to form a smile that reached her eyes, and she gazed lovingly at Sable with one hand atop hers. 

Bliss. 

After a few, heavenly minutes of sipping and talking idly in the low light of the empty cafe, Mikaela looked at her watch and sighed. 

“We should probably get going, I was technically supposed to close half an hour ago,” 

Sable dejectedly gathered all of her things, bones the consistency of a smooth jello– her mind had grown tired hours earlier, but now her body was finally catching up– and walked out into the frigid night with Mikaela’s gloved hand in hers. The snow hit their faces like small specks of cold ash and had dusted nearly every rooftop with candy-like mounds of powdered sugar. The wind carried itself through the barren trees, causing the branches to crack against each other like a rumble of soft, mute thunder that filled Sable’s heart with joy. 

“My place?” Mikaela asked, breaking the icy silence. 

“Please.” 

They sighed simultaneously as they found refuge from the cold in Mikaela’s pale green beetle, cheeks still red from the frosty chill. Pearlescent crystals jingled from a gold chain wrapped around the rearview mirror and shook as Mikaela put the vehicle into drive, pulling out of the snow-dusted parking lot and onto the slush-filled roads of night. 

In Sable’s bleary eyes, the headlights looked like thick strokes of paint among a mosaic of red, yellow, and green reflections. The colours blurred together into a beautifully dark painting that made her feel right at home. She dreamily imagined what creatures may be lurking in the trees as they passed jagged forests, and found solace in her imagination with her head slumped against the cold window. Dreaming. She could picture spindly limbs peering out from a fallen oak, or a grotesque anomaly beckoning an unsuspecting hitchhiker to come closer. Children’s laughter echoing from a forgotten cabin. Maybe even a witch would flourish past the full moon on her broomstick. That thought made her laugh inwardly. 

She smiled when she felt Mikaela gently place a hand on her thigh. 

“What’re you thinking about?” she whispered as they stopped at the lights. Sable blushed a bit, still staring out at the woods. 

“Ghosts and supernatural phenomena.” 

“See anything?” 

“Not yet,” 

Mikaela laughed sweetly. “Keep me posted.” 

Bright street lights interrupted Sable’s daydreaming when Mikaela pulled into her apartment complex’s parking lot and parked the car. Squinting, she shuffled back outside and felt relieved when Mikaela waited patiently for her to tiredly stumble up the frozen sidewalk and into the lobby, never dropping her hand for a second. 

Her apartment was warm and familiar, lit by soft amber light bulbs and mismatched lamps with stained glass shades. Tapestries hung from the ceiling, blessed with sigils and depictions of the moon, effervescent and feminine in her wake. The walls were painted rich plum, and most of the surfaces such as the towering, full bookshelves, were deep, glossed brown and carved out of wood. Green plants spilled from gold planters on the shelves, brightening up the space and giving it an earthy aroma that reminded Sable of an enchanted forest. A large CRT television sat atop the console, stacked VHS tapes intertwined with clusters of crystals resting next to it. 

Sable shuffled off her shoes– worn black canvas sneakers with miscellaneous doodles all over them– and sat down on the purple velvet sofa with a huff. Curled herself up in between the side table and oriental pillows and closed her eyes as Mikaela flitted around absently. Sable identified the comforting sounds of her hanging her coat on the rack and pouring three drops of oil into the diffuser. 

At the click of a button, the soft scent of lavender filled the room, accompanied by the gentle raindrop-esque sounds of mist funnelling from the diffuser. Sable felt her head loll to the side, ready to drift off right there, and groaned playfully when Mikaela motioned for her to get off the couch. Off to bed with you, her eyes seemed to say. 

Sable collected a few personal belongings she had left for nights like this from one of the drawers in Mikaela’s plant-covered dresser and got the shower running. She scrubbed the lingering taste of coffee from her mouth with minty toothpaste and revelled in the feeling of relaxation that settled deep in her bones as she glided under the warm water. Taking a moment to take care of herself, she lathered her whole body with one of Mikaela’s homemade soaps and luscious store-bought vanilla body wash– she’d have to buy more for Mikaela later as a thank you– and wove thick globs of matching shampoo into her hair. 

When she stepped out of the shower, she felt renewed, fresh. Like she had put on a new set of skin. Dressing herself in silken, moon-spotted pyjamas, she wondered when the last time she had felt like this was and frowned when she couldn’t come up with a memory. The girl that was reflected in the foggy mirror was one she hadn’t seen for a long time. It felt strange, yet good, to see her again. 

But also, she didn’t want to stare too long. Her hours of work were catching up, and quick. 

Mikaela was lounging, expectant, on her bed. She smiled, and sat her book down on the nightstand, letting her eyes travel over Sable, lingering for a little longer than she should have before finally meeting her eyes. Sable closed the distance, now heat-stricken and suddenly wishing more than ever to be asleep, by collapsing into her arms. Mikaela placed a tentative hand on her back, folding the soft material of Sable’s shirt over with her fingers and admiring the fragrance of her freshly washed hair. 

“I won’t take long,” she pulled back, skimming her fingers along the little v of exposed skin by Sable’s chest, letting her thumb find respite along the shirt’s first button. 

Sable exhaled softly, wandering into the depths of Mikaela’s eyes and wanting more than anything to stay, locked in her embrace forever. Something like desire poured from her heart into the room as mist, rolling around the atmosphere like sugary pink perfume, pulling her closer. The soft amber glow from the ajar bathroom door silhouetted her orange curls in an angelic halo of light, mesmerizing and encapsulating as a forgotten Goddess. Sable wrapped her finger around an errant curl, feeling their heartbeats synchronize like ocean waves as they pressed their foreheads together. Cars whistled past, but they were only murmurs in the background. Inconsequential. 

“Okay,” she mumbled, reluctantly parting. 

“I’ll be right back,” Mikaela responded, gently kissing Sable’s forehead before picking up her change of clothes and closing the bathroom door. An electric toothbrush powered on, and the water resumed. 

Sable slumped down against the cushiony bed, staring out the window at the luminous moon, milky white like a dollop of whipped cream amidst the mauve winter sky. Clouds shuffled past, stars twinkled if she squinted. She looked at the moon again, settled right in her line of sight. Staring. Watching. Full. Something wasn’t right. 

She lifted her hand and held it up to the window longingly as if maybe she could find the impossible answer to her question that way. Her skin glinted in the moonlight, and her eyes, heavy-lidded, sparkled with a feeling like home. The moon, stood, effervescent, and echoed a soft glow. Warmth washed over her, a celestial kind of touch. 

She bathed, atop the covers, drinking in the pale moonlight. Thinking, waiting, breathing. Ruminating over her life and finding comfort in the fact that she didn’t feel compelled to think too hard. 

She was too relaxed. 

A smile played on her lips, slightly awestruck in its wake. 

The bathroom door clicked, and Mikaela emerged from the now-dark room. She looked like she was about to say something, but Sable didn’t notice. She was still staring out the window. 

“What phase is the moon supposed to be in today?” she lolled her head toward Mikaela, who stood, confused, near her dresser as she buttoned up her pyjama top. 

“Waning gibbous,” 

“It’s full.” 

Mikaela hummed and settled herself next to Sable on the bed, twirling a lock of fading purple hair around her index finger as she, too, locked eyes with the moon. Similarly awestruck. “That’s sweet,” she said slowly before guiding Sable’s eyes back to hers with a gentle flourish. “She’s trying to help you.” 

Ribbons of light from passing cars flickered along the poster-covered blue walls as they shuffled under the covers, Sable curling herself up against Mikaela’s breastbone and Mikaela caressing Sable’s back through her silk top. The symphony of tires gliding over the falling snow and wind carefully being carried through barren trees ebbed and flowed along with their heartbeats, lulling the city around them into a gentle hush that could be forgotten among the sanctity of touch. 

Vanilla and Lavender danced in the night and settled, slowly, but wholly, around Sable’s shoulders as she mumbled against Mikaela’s freckled chest, a small but tender “Thank you.” 

Mikaela kissed the top of her head sweetly, in promise. Uncharacteristic tears pin-pricked at Sable’s weary eyes, drifting slowly away. 

“It’s okay, you can rest now.” 

Dec 23, 2010

xMoonlitSablex: Hey, going to take a small hiatus from ATWTN for the next couple of weeks. You’ll probably find me skulking around the graveyard :p Xoxo, Sable

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_mikaelareid_: <3

Supersusie99: did u see the new marble hornets entry? Slender acc shows up ROFL 

[honey-minded-hivemind]

Pearlification AU Ideas: Gem Types and Gem Colors, plus Headcanons!

The Adults and Older Teens:

Xavier: Green Nacre, a Caretaker and Maker of Pearls; partially in charge of the Reef, alongside Gray Nacre

Beast: Azurite, a Maker of Pearls and Doctor/Healer for them; makes their gems, and helps complete their change into pearls

Storm: Turquoise, a Guardian and Gardner of the Reef and its Pearls; she helps control the water and rain, amd helps provide the right climate for pearls' gems to grow

Wolverine: Morion Jasper, a Guard and Protector of the Reef and its Pearls; helped bring them there, and offers comfort when needed

Magneto: Gray Nacre, a Caretaker and Maker of Pearls; partially in charge of the Reef, alongside Green Nacre

Mystique: Color Change Blue Garnet, an Instructor and Enforcer of the Reef; she upholds the rules and keeps its gems from acting out

Sabretooth: Tiger's Eye Quartz, a Guard and Protector of the Reef and its Pearls; helped bring them there, and offers comfort when needed

Scott: Cherry Quartz, a Guard and Companion to the Pearls of the Reef; acts as a guide and older sibling to the Pearls; is strict, but not as strict as the older gems, and is sweet

Jean: Mookaite Jasper, a Guard and Companion to the Pearls of the Reef; acts as a guide and older sibling to the Pearls; is kind, and patient with the newly made Pearls

Rogue: Bloodstone, a Guard and Companion of the Pearls; she keeps the older gems in the loop, and guides the Pearls around the Reef; is secretly nicer than she let's on, and is a sibling-like figure to Indigo Pearl

Gambit: Smoky Quartz, a Guard and Spy of the Reef; watches for odd behavior of its gems, including the Pearls, and reports it to the Nacres or the older Quartzes; is friendly and laid-back, but is good at making plans

Lance: Flint, a Guard and Guide of the Reef; secretly likes the Pearls, and is friends with a few

Fred: Green Topaz, a Guard and Protector of the Reef; is gentle with the gems of the Reef, and has a soft spot for animals and organics

Pyro: Sunstone, a Spy and Surveillance Guard at the Reef; can summon fire, and makes small metal sculptures when he can

Colossus: Iron, a Builder and Engineer of the Reef; is soft, and cares deeply for all of the gems of the Reef

Then you have the Younger Teens:

Kurt: Indigo Pearl, a human-turned Pearl who was friends with Reader and Light Pink Pearl before they were converted; loves jokes and making others laugh; is a deep indigo blue, with a round pearl on his chest

Kitty: Light Pink Pearl, a human-turned Pearl who was friends with Indigo Pearl and Reader before they were converted; is bubbly and very clever; is a pale pink, with an ovular pearl on her navel

Evan: Cream Pearl, a pearl who is friends with Turquoise, and likes the X-Gem half of the Reef gems; loves doing pranks and playing around the Reef; is friends with Pale Blue Pearl and Scarlet Pearl; is a pale yellow, and has an ovular pearl on his back

Todd: Olive Pearl, a pearl who is friends with Pale Blue Pearl and Blue Topaz and Flint; likes to explore the water, and likes amphibious organics; is a good swimmer; is olive green, and has a round pearl on his right hand

Pietro: Pale Blue Pearl, is friends with Cream Pearl, Olive Pearl, Scarlet Pearl, and Flint and Blue Topaz; likes the B-Gems of the Reef; is a bit arrogant and speedy, but has a softer side; is twins with Scarlet Pearl; is an icy blue, has a round pearl on his right cheek

Wanda: Scarlet Pearl, twin of Pale Blue Pearl, and is friends with the B-Gems and Cream Pearl; is a vivid red color, with dark red hair; is cold and aloof at times, but slowly opens up to others; has a round pearl on her left cheek

Reader: ??? Pearl, a friend of Indigo Pearl and Light Pink Pearl before they were Pearls, and remembers being human; they're a bit scared and feel lonely, and want to escape the Reef; miss their friends, but won't speak about the truth to them; has a ??? pearl located on their ???

(The Reef has many saltwater pools for relaxation and community bonding. There are several rooms as well with aquariums, touch pools, and museums about gem history, the Reef, and Pearls, as well as some about marine animals of the galaxy, and one specifically for Earth marine life. There is a main bedroom/relaxing room for Pearls, with carved shell beds afield with soft cushions amd pillows and blankets, with lights that turn off when needed, and doors that open when the guards command it. The gems who maintain the Reef are nicer than they appear, but Reader is still scared of them because of what they did, yet Reader tries to act like nothing is wrong, in case anyone discovers they remember being human. There is a check-up/rejuvenating room, where the Pearls are inspected, and if needed, rejuvenated, so they won't remember being human or anything besides waking up at the Reef. There is art along different walls, murals of different gems and plenty of Pearls, all in different colors and gem shapes. And there are plenty of recreational rooms, for making art or fixing things or reading holo pads or gardening or whatever you could think of...)

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Hello! I’ve been meaning to ask, do you have ideas for how the cats of each clan generally look? Like fur colors, sizes, any additional traits ideal for their environments that you might see more commonly through pure clan blood? I understand this question might take some time to answer so no worries if you can’t get to it right away ^^

Hello!!

This will be added to each Clans page this week, so no worries about asking! Generally, each Clan will have the following Traits be more common:

Shoreshimmer Clan

Webbed Paws ; Developed even further over time with their oceanic swimming tendencies.

Hooked Claws ; Their claws have developed to be more hook-like to aid in catching aquatic prey and for better grasp on the wet rocks of the shore and jettys.

Oily, Water Resistant Coat. Often Two Layers ; soft and downy undercoat for insulation, and the slick outer coat to repel water for their cold and wet environment, especially as they are divers. Not typically too thick as to prevent waterlogging.

Dilute Coat Colors ; Often Blues and Lilacs. Gingers and genetically red cats are more uncommon.

Silver Coat Colors ; Caused by an Inhibitor Gene, different from dilute coats.

Patterns ; Ticked Tabby, Classic Tabby, and Sokoke Tabby are all the most common. Smoke and ghost tabby patterns are quite common as well.

White Spotting ; Typically lower in amount or absent.

Thicker Body Type ; Powerful Legs to Aid in Swimming and higher fat content due to the proximity of the ocean. Thick and rudder-like tail. Their faces tend to be a bit more rounder than average.

Smaller and more Rounded Ears ; to keep water out.

Mutations ; Polydactylism is common among Shoreshimmer Cats, often aids in grip and steadiness along the slippery rocks.

Torrentfall Clan

Webbed Paws ; Same as Shoreshimmer, developed more webbing between their toes to aid in swimming.

Two Layered Coat ; Again, same as Shoreshimmer, due to their aquatic tendencies, two layered coats are quite common. The different being with Torrentfall, their outer layer is more semi-repellent and sleeker, as opposed to oily. They may also have thicker fur types than Shoreshimmer.

Solid Coat Colors ; Varies heavily and runs the full gamut between black to fawn, including chocolate and cinnamon. Dilute tortoiseshells are common.

Silver Coat Colors.

Patterns ; Darker points such as Mink, Seal, or Sepia are common. Mackerel, Classic, Marbled Classic and spotted are common Tabby Patterns. Russian Topaz coats and eyes are quite common as well.

White Spotting ; High gamut between High Spotting to None.

Stockier and Rigid Body Type ; due to risk of fall, they tend to be built Stockier with heavier muscle and high fat content, somewhat helping prevent grievous fall injury. Long and plume like tails to aid in swimming. Strong shoulders, legs and neck. Their faces tend to be more blocky and square.

Smaller and more Rounded Ears ; to keep water out.

Mutations ; Polydactylism is also quite common in Torrentfall for the same reasons as Shoreshimmer. Very rarely one might find the Finnish coat mutation. Heterochromia is quite often, a bit moreso in Torrentfall than other Clans.

Mistshroud Clan

Large Paws and Pads ; Developed to stalk silently through the forest, especially during snowfall season.

Sleek Fur ; The fur among them tends to be sleeker and long, lacking the dual layers that Shoreshimmer and Torrentfall cats commonly have.

Coat Colors ; Varies commonly between black, dilute blue and lilac, and silver. Their coats tend to be lighter to blend in with their misty environment.

Patterns ; Points are extremely common, as well as Shaded, Smoke, and Tipped. Solid coats are also quite common, and Tabby patterns tend to be less commonly found among them. You may rarely find the Finnish mutation or tweed among patterns and coats.

White Spotting ; Averagely they will have medium to high white spotting, with a good chunk being almost all or entirely white. Also more common to have "interesting" white patterns, such as the white back stripe and van patterns.

Average Build ; Large ears to help take in more sound, longer whiskers than average to aid in navigation, and long legs to aid in traversing their territory. Their legs and tail are long, and their paws have developed to be larger for more silent stalking, possibly a trait introduced in history due to a lynx or bobcat. May vary between average to a smaller size generally. Tufted ears are common. Their faces tend to be thinner and angular.

Mutations ; Albinism and Leucism are common among them, as well as Vitiligo coats. The Finnish coat mutation may rarely be found here as well. Heterochromia can also be found here quite commonly.

Thornrush Clan

Strong, Long Fangs and Claws ; To aid in ripping apart tough carcasses such as elk and through plant matter with more ease.

Short Fur ; Lacking the same wet and damp environment that the aforementioned groups do, Thornrush Clan cats tend to have shorter but thick fur and tougher skin, as to protect themselves from the thorns of their environment. Unlike Torrentfall and Shoreshimmer, Thornrush will take on a winter coat and shed it during the summer, maintaining their sleek coat appearance.

Coat Colors ; Very commonly chocolate, cinammon, ginger, and the dilutes of those colors (lilac, fawn, cream, gold). Golden genes (wide-band)((different from the gold derivative of ginger)), and Sunshine coats are relatively common as well. Tortoiseshells of the aforementioned colors are quite common as well.

Patterns ; Tabby markings of all sorts can be found in Thornrush cats. Points are a bit rarer but can be found due to the shared heritage between themselves and Mistshroud.

White Spotting ; low to medium white spotting, higher white spotting tends to be less common.

Large Build ; In contrast to Mistshroud, cats of Thornrush are often larger in stature, and built with lean muscle. Their pawpads are thick and resistant to rough terrain. Tufted ears are common, though their ears are average sized in comparison to Mistshroud. Their faces tend to be broader and angular.

Mutations ; Bobbed tails and no tails are commonly found among cats of Thornrush, as well as curled ears. Wiry fur can be found here commonly as well.

Skyreach Clan

It is to be noted that as the youngest of the Clans, Skyreach has the least dramatic amount of change from their parental Clans, sans a few traits that have been taken on by outsiders that have joined due to Skyreach being the most welcoming of them.

Long Tails and Wide Ears ; Skyreach Clan has developed long tails to help maintain balance along the rocky outcroppings of their home, and large ears to take in and maintain more warmth during sunny days.

Thick but Sleek Fur ; Due to their shared parent Clans, Skyreach cats will have thick but sleek fur, lacking the dual layer water repellent layer that Torrentfall does but having the thickness of Mistshrouds fur.

Coat Colors ; A very wide variety of coat Colors can be found here, none in particular stand out further than others due to not only their shared parental Clan traits, but the traits of loners and kittypets.

Patterns ; Again, a wide variety of patterns can be found here due to the Clans genetic makeup, but spotted tabby patterns and points will tend to crop up a bit more.

White Spotting ; Extremely wide gamut of white spotting can be found here, ranging from none to entirely white.

Thin and Lean Build ; They will more than typically have longer legs with smaller paws, as the large paws of Mistshroud have mostly faded out due to the lack of need for stealth and silence among the Clan. Webbed paws have all also but faded out, with a rare few having either or. They sport large ears and angular faces and long tails that have pluming fur or are thin and whip-like.

Mutations ; Any can be found here, none taking lead over any other, aside from maybe albinism being a bit more common.

These are just suggestions of course, you do not have to make your cats fit into all or any of these categories if you so wish! These are just the most commonly found physical traits and builds, each having been suited for their environments.