#best rose gold plated rings

[donatellawritings]

Hey sweetie, i'm so happy for cherry's latest update, tysm is beautiful, i love Richie in this. If i could suggest writing about Richie and how he should behave on Valentine's Day... I feel in my bones that he would do anything to do the best of the best for his girl.

ahh tysm! i’m so glad that your enjoying the series

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richie would absolutely doing anything and everything in his power to make sure that you felt nothing, but love on valentine’s day. with the bear renovation proving to be a success, richie’s pockets were able to spread a bit more on this holiday. so, with help from natalie and sydney, richie was able to purchase the brightest bouquet of red long-stemmed roses, gourmet chocolates, and a dainty white-gold chain with a cross pendant, that perfectly mimicked his yellow-gold one.

he had been on the fence about buying you a ring, in all honesty, he felt as though he was a bit too old to buy you a promise ring, figuring that the next piece of jewelry that he would purchase would be n engagement ring, but that was for a later time.

putting his newly honed-in culinary skills to use, richie decided to make you a home-cooked meal, well-versed in the fact that he knew how much you preferred carefully planned and thought-out gestures, instead of superficial purchases and fancy dinners.

adjusting his rolled up sleeves, richie allowed the top three buttons of his black shirt to remain unbuttoned as he carefully set the table with your dinner of the evening: lobster ravioli with fresh bread (thanks to marcus) and two glasses of aged french wine.

richie carefully placed the bouquet of roses on the center of the dining table, chocolates resting in the fridge, while the jewelry box sat beside the vase. the sound of the front door opening, followed by the shrill of your voice brought a smile to the baby-blue eyed man’s lips.

“smells good in here, babe are you home?” you sang, your eyes widening in delight as you took in the sigh to your dinner table, “oh my god,” you whined sweetly.

richie stepped out from the kitchen, his arms opened as you turned to him with a sappy pout on your lips, “you did this for me,” you cooed, wrapping your arms around his neck as he enclosed his arms around your waist, softly saying you side to side.

“y’deserve it, pretty girl, now eat before your food gets cold,” richie laughed, softly pulling away from you as his chest burned with pride at how amazed and teary-eyed you’d become.

you obeyed, blushing as richie followed you, pushing your seat in as you sat at the table, licking over your lips as you stared at the succulent pieces of ravioli that sat on your plate.

richie remained standing behind you, reaching over you to grab the jewelry box as you began to stick your fork into the stuffed pasta. richie couldn’t help but smirk cockily as you hummed in satisfaction.

“s’so good, babe,” you moaned.

“yeah?” he questioned, carefully placing the dainty chain over your chest, carefully moving your hair to one side as he clasped the lock on the chain, wordlessly making his way to his seat across from you.

a gasp left your lips as you lightly touched the cross pendant, your eyes welling with warm tears as you locked eyes with richie, “you got me a matching chain?” you whined, reaching your hand across the table, reaching for richie’s.

richie nodded, interlocking his fingers with yours, “anything for my pretty girl,” he rasped, pressing his soft lips to your knuckles, “happy valentine’s day, sweetheart.”

[sovlstr]

Sneak peak of a fanfic for my selfship! It’s a Maria x Mafiafell Sans wip

I consider myself a novice writer but hopefully I could deliver some quality reading PSPSPSSPS

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Sans watched in silence as Wingdings unclasped one of his many gaudy gold rings, the ruby top shining as a small white pill dropped into the glass from the undone latch- making a plop as it dissolved inside the crystal clear sparkling water. Wingdings did everything accordingly, every action done to be taken with a purpose. And so, Sans wondered, with his eyebrows raised and mouth opening to speak- what was Wingdings planning? The quiet brother shot Sans a soulless stare, making quick work of silently telling sans to shut the fuck up. Sans simply grifted his teeth, before lowering his eyes back down to his plate as he considered Wingdings actions. Surely he wasn’t trying not poison Maria, at least, not in front of Sans. He’d never seen Wingdings do that though- poison an obvious ally. Unless he knew something he didn’t know. About Maria.

He cleared his throat, forcing down the potential thought with a visible grimace. Wingdings continued to smoke his cigar, reasserting the comforting smile on his grim features as Maria click clacked her way back to the dinner table, gesturing at the brothers with a respective smile.

Sans tried to keep his soul from thumping, that stupid agonizing scent of his minty cigar wafting around the sitting trio. Even if he knew she wouldn’t notice, and even though both papyrus and Wingdings knew he was romanticly involved….. If he had to see that smug chastising grin on Wingdings face once he realized just how blind he was for this woman….

He’d never hear the end of it.

Maria wrapped some spaghetti around the silver fork, keeping her eyes low as she ate the dinner in silence. It was awkward, but not for the reasons she was aware of. Sans felt himself gulp, trying his damn best not to make eye contact with any of the dinner tables audience, Papyrus simply enjoying his meal and blatantly ignoring the grating fact that Wingdings had just potentially poisoned sans little lady.

Maria turned her sight onto the oldest brother, speaking in a low tone as she finished chewing.

“If you don’t mind me asking…. What career did you hold before your families migrated here?

Maria felt the tension stiffen between Papyrus and Sans, both skeletons irking at her somewhat privying question as Sans gave a cough into his napkin. He had to hold back a snort once he noticed Papyrus eye sockets wide, unabashedly staring at Maria like she had gone mental.

Maybe she had.

Wingdings kept a faint smile on his face though, never once visibly taking her question any deeper than he cared for as he responded.

“You could say… I was a scientist.”

He gave nothing else for her to work with, before once again going silent.

The dinner was silent from then on, all 3 parties waiting for Maria to touch the sparkling water. Sans stared at her, eye lights flicking to each person as his fork dug itself into a meatball- merely toying with the food on his plate. He felt Maria siding him with her gaze, though he willed himself not to meet her eyes, he noticed the slight tug of a smile on her lips.

She reached for the glass of water, a tension once again resurfacing as Sans tensed. He felt his hand tighten around the fork, willing himself to stay as calm as possible, though finding himself sweating quite profusely against his will.

Maria brought the glass to her lips, before feeling that familiar tug in her inner being. Goosebumps rose their way up her arm, feeling her body stiffen up as she stopped just before the water could reach her lips.

Wingdings was staring at her. The light in his eyes, solely focused on her entirely with no other presence subjected to his attention.

She knew something was wrong, even before she had touched her glass. Sans had gone from all smiles to entirely worried, Maria noting the familiar way he curled his fists tightly around whatever object he had his meaty hands closest to.

Maria let her eyes slip towards Papyrus, eyeing his relaxed manner of eating as he simply chewed. Hyperfocused on himself. He was completely silent. That was not the normal Papyrus.

Emerald eyes glazed over, succumbing to the fact that there was a fault in the air amidst the 3 men she sat with. She slowly lowered her gaze… and set down the glass of water. She turned her eyes to latch onto Wingdings observant orbs, before letting a simple sentence escape her breath towards him.

“So what kind of science did you do?”

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[rambheem-is-real]

Gold Rings and Black Roses Pt 2

pairing: Radha Rama x Aadhya

warning: siblings!Deva and Aadhya

Pt 1 here

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Aadhya comes back, fresh from her shower, and is shown to the seat at the opposite end of the table to where Radha Rama was already sitting. A female guard had handed Aadhya a new cotton top and pair of jeans for her to wear, and she could see that Radha Rama had also changed into a yellow saree. The table was laden with various dishes, and both of their plates were already filled with a sampling of each dish. After a silent look from the older woman, all of the guards bow their heads and leave the room. Obullamma also leaves, not before giving Aadhya a look that’s half confusion and half jealousy. 

I don’t know what’s going on either! Don’t look at me like I stole your favorite toy! Aadhya wants to yell at her, but figures that would not be good for her life. 

Finally, Radha Rama turns her gaze to Aadhya, who can’t help but squirm. 

Why the hell was this woman so hot??

She tilts her face, studying Aadhya for a few seconds. Aadhya hopes she won’t take long to decide whatever it was she was deciding, because she hadn’t had actual good food in days. 

Radha Rama finally speaks. She gestures to Aadhya’s plate. “Eat.”

Aadhya hesitantly mixes some pappu with some rice, and brings the hand to her mouth to take a bite. Swallowing, she tries to be polite. “The food is really good.”

Radha Rama keeps looking at her coolly. “I know. I have some of the best chefs in the country working for me.”

Interesting, Aadhya thinks. The words were not meant as a boast, but as a mere fact. Of course Radha Rama, whoever this woman was, would have incredible private chefs. 

She nods, and keeps eating, trying not to show her embarrassment on her face. What would it take for this woman to be impressed? A few seconds later, Aadhya realizes Radha Rama hadn’t eaten anything yet, and her heart skips a beat. Silently praying that the food wasn’t poisoned or something, she tries conversation again. “You should eat too.” And because apparently her mouth has no filter, she can’t help but joke. “You’re missing out on some great dal.”

Radha Rama looks taken aback, then the side of her lip curls up. “...You’re right.” 

Aadhya watches as the older woman, almost like she forgot how to, slowly mixes her own rice and pappu, and tastes it. Her eyes close, and she slowly chews, like she’s experiencing the taste for the first time. Abruptly, Radha Rama opens her eyes like she just realized she’s being watched, and Aadhya can’t hide her wide-eyed look in time. 

Radha Rama chuckles at her, but it’s not mean this time. “I pretended to be insane and incapable of doing anything on my own for seven years. It’s why Obullamma was so surprised that I could stand, and it’s why I haven’t eaten by myself in so long.”

Aadhya… digests that information. She doesn’t want to pry, whatever would make a person do all that would probably be upsetting, so she continues eating. 

They spend some time in silence, and Aadhya is aware that Radha Rama is letting her watch the woman enjoy her food, but what the end game is there Aadhya has no idea. Eventually her curiosity gets too much for her to stay quiet. 

“So why am I here?” 

Radha finishes chewing before answering. “I want your brother here.” She frowns. “The original plan was for him to rescue you from Rinda. He would have broken the seal, and he and that lover of his-” The word ‘lover’ is spat with a sneer. “-would’ve fought to the death. Even he has to abide by the Nibandhanam. One of them would live, and whoever survived I could easily pick off. That is, if they hadn’t mutually destroyed each other.” She shrugs. “But he didn’t do what I expected him to, so I just had Vedha send him a message about your parentage. Now he’ll show up, take you away, and Rinda can go cry to his dear karta that your brother broke the seal.”

Aadhya has so many questions she doesn’t even know where to start. 

“Ok,” she says, trying to process. “Ok, even before I ask who the hell my brother is supposed to be, or what the hell a nibandhanam is, you could have still killed me and sent him a message about that. Then he could’ve come to get revenge or something, breaking the seal by killing Rinda. That was Obullamma’s plan, right? So why am I here?”

Radha Rama studies her, like she’s unsure of whether she should say what she’s thinking of. Finally, she answers. “You remind me of myself.”

“Thank you?” It comes out as more of a question than Aadhya wants it to be. “How so?”

“You were willing to do anything for your father. And brave enough to stand up to the people that kidnapped you, making a deal with them. I was that way, once.” Radha Rama, having finished eating, uses her glass to wash her hands in her plate, and stands up. She slowly makes her way over to Aadhya, who’s sitting frozen. Radha Rama puts her hands on either side of Aadhya’s corner of the table, and leans into her space. 

Aadhya can see now that Radha Rama had taken her time freshening up in the time before lunch. The kajal had been reapplied to her waterline, her hair was neatly braided down her back, and the faded bottu had been replaced by a striking red one. Was that.. perfume? Aadhya can smell a faint floral scent, something expensive. Up close, she can see how much she had underestimated the older woman’s beauty. Even at her age, which Aadhya estimates to be around fifteen years older than herself, Radha Rama is regal and commanding, eyes piercing through Aadhya’s very soul. 

“I was once like that,” Radha Rama repeats herself. “I was going to be the next karta, did you know that? After my dear father’s reign ended. I would have ruled, as I was told since I was a child. I grew up with no votes, no power, no friends, because everyone assumed I would get my fifteen and a kingdom as soon as the time was right.” Aadhya has no idea what a karta is but she believes it, can see this woman on a throne. 

“I sacrificed so much for that throne,” Radha Rama continues, voice dropping into an intimate whisper that does things to Aadhya’s stomach, and she can’t help but glance at the older woman’s dark lips as she talks. “I married a man I didn’t love. I played watchdog for my idiot brother and that boytoy of his, fought for a ceasefire for that ungrateful bastard child, and for what? To be betrayed, to be cast aside like I was nothing.” She focuses back on Aadhya. “Us both, sisters of men who have never cared about anything other than their own self interest, daughters of men who we’ve been separated from, and daughters of dead mothers.” 

Radha Rama leans back, smirking at Aadhya who slowly lets out the breath she had been holding, wiping her hand on a nearby napkin to conceal the way it had been shaking. “That’s what I see in you.” 

Aadhya, for once in her life, practices great restraint to not immediately suggest for this woman to meet with a therapist. She has no idea what Radha Rama was talking about but she knows this speech was seven years overdue. 

She also has to practice great restraint to not jump this woman’s bones. 

Aadhya is saved from her thoughts from the servants that come to take her plate, and she smiles at them. “Thank you,” she tells them in English. 

Once the plates are gone, she looks over to see Radha Rama, now lounging in her chair. 

“I’m sorry that happened to you,” she offers. Radha Rama raises an eyebrow.

“You had no idea what I was talking about, don’t lie.” 

Aadhya shrugs. “No. But as a fellow woman, I’m still sorry that happened to you.” She sees it again, that flicker of surprise in Radha Rama’s face. She presses her luck. “So who’s this brother of mine? Why haven’t I ever seen or heard of him before?”

Radha Rama just laughs again, and Aadhya tries not to instinctively smile along with it. The laughter is sharp and melodic, and goddamn Aadhya stop acting like you have a school crush-

“You spent the last few days with him and your birth mother, actually,” she says. Aadhya stares at her, then the realization hits. 

The momentary elation of learning she has more family members disappears when she remembers the last time she saw who was apparently her biological mother. Of course Aadhya had known she was adopted her whole life, her parents had never shied away from that fact. Aadhya just had never bothered looking for her biological parents. Now, thinking about Amma’s accusing glare, about Deva’s complete indifference to her safety, she wishes she never found out. Aadhya doesn’t know how much Deva knew about her adoption, but there was no way Amma didn’t know Aadhya was her own family when she realized she was Krishnakanth’s daughter. And she still let them take me away.

Radha Rama watches with confusion, as Aadhya’s face falls. “You didn’t like them?” she asks incredulously. 

“More like they didn’t like me,” Aadhya chuckles wetly.

Radha Rama frowns. “Why the hell not? What’s wrong with you?”

Aadhya wants to laugh again. How come this stranger, the woman who had kidnapped her, was treating her better than her own family? 

“Well, it doesn't matter. Either he’ll come to rescue you once he finds out you’re his sister, or…” Aadhya looks up to see a glint in the older woman’s eyes. “Or Obullamma will get her wish.”

A chill runs down Aadhya’s spine. Stupid, she thinks. She had completely forgotten about the fact that there wasn’t much stopping Radha Rama from killing her, that the woman was very much capable of killing her if her stories of ruling were to be believed, and went and started crushing on her. 

Radha Rama smirks at her visible fear, before calling for a guard to escort Aadhya back to her room. 

It takes a while for Aadhya to fall asleep, but when she does, she dreams of Obullamma taking a knife to her face, gleefully slicing it open. In the background, she can see Deva watching it happen, face blank and body unmoving. The dream suddenly shifts, and she’s now on her back, she can’t move- why can’t I move?? and she hears the voice of a young boy in the background. She can’t make out the words for some reason but he sounds distressed, pleading. The dream finally shifts once more to the hospital room she stayed in for days. Aadhya notices her mother, lying on the hospital bed but not hooked up to any of the machines. She’s dressed in one of her regular chudidars, the pink one with dancing figures around the border, not the patient gowns Aadhya had last seen her in. 

Her mother lifts a hand up to caress Aadhya’s face. 

“Naa bangaru thalli [my golden daughter],” she says, her smile radiating joy. “You were the best gift I ever got.”

Aadhya smiles back, wishing she could stay in this moment forever.

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[thornnii]

⎯ ✦ morganite & red jasper

genre: fluff wordcount: 1.0K pairing: Audrey Rose x fem!reader pronouns: she/her other: Y/N is daughter to the Queen of Hearts (mainly for the colour palette), takes place after D3, reader is described as wearing a lot of jewellery/accessories, reader wears gold jewellery, established relationship, they live together warnings: one swear word, implication of arguing with parents summary: there is a little surprise for Audrey and Y/N when they reveal their one year anniversary gifts to each other thorn's notes: originally posted 30/Sep/2022; edited from original. I am so sorry that it has taken me so long to actually start reposting, exams have had me in a chokehold recently.

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Y/N of Hearts is known all around - both on the Isle and on Auradon - for her fierce temper, and with her heritage it would be more concerning if she didn't have any sort of temper. It wasn't uncommon for her to blow up over the smallest of things, hell she'd even gone up against some of the teachers before and almost against the King himself. There was only one person in the entire world Y/N would never yell at, her girlfriend: Audrey Rose.

The day the barrier had come down and willing villains and VKs were able to pass through was the best day of Y/N's life, finally able to escape from her mother's wrath - something which was always stronger when battling against her own.

When Y/N and Audrey had first met they had both been standoff-ish towards the other but Y/N had quickly grown a soft spot for the preppy, pink princess. The way she never stood for Y/N's bullshit and would always tell her so. The way she was willing to patch Y/N up after a fight. The way she never grew upset or angry at Y/N for little things. The way she actually cared.

And thus a most unlikely friendship formed, a friendship that blossomed into a loving relationship.

Speaking of relationships, it was a week before Y/N and Audrey's one year anniversary and Audrey had brought Evie and Dizzy along with her to the mall to look for gift options and provide Audrey with second opinions. Audrey felt sure jewellery was a safe option; Y/N tended to wear a multitude of accessories at any one time, somehow always making it work without looking too much.

Walking into a jewellery store, Audrey broke away from the other two to look around at what the store had to offer. This store was different to any of the others the girls had been in so far today, almost all the jewellery displayed had some sort of crystal element incorporated into the design.

It was a collection of rings that caught Audrey's eye, specifically one towards the middle of the display case. All the rings were made up of a thin gold that wove itself delicately around different crystals. The one that Audrey had noticed was a crimson red stone labelled 'Red Jasper'.

Audrey called Evie and Dizzy over to where she stood - both of them agreeing the ring was the perfect present for Y/N. Next Audrey waved over a sales employee, asking about price and whether the ring could be wrapped to be bought as a gift.

Five minutes later the three girls were leaving the mall, Audrey carrying her purchase in a small paper bag.

Finally it was the day of Audrey and Y/N's anniversary. Y/N woke up first - deciding to leave her girlfriend in her peaceful slumber - and made her way to the kitchen of their shared apartment, preparing to treat Audrey to breakfast in bed. It wasn't fancy by any means, simply scrambled eggs and toast (cooking was not something that was really taught on The Isle).

Y/N plated two lots of the food, balancing the food and a glass of water on a tray and manoeuvred her way back to the bedroom. Audrey was awake now, the lack of warmth that typically radiated off her girlfriend stirring her from her dreamland. She sat at the vanity across from the bed, brushing out any tangles that had formed in her hair during the night.

Y/N pushed the door close with her foot and pressed a kiss to the crown of Audrey's head as she passed to put the breakfast tray down on the end of their queen-sized bed. Walking back over, Y/N pecked a kiss to the same place as previously before her love turned around on the plush, velvet pink ottoman. "Good morning." Audrey greeted, earning a peck on the lips in reply.

"Morning." Y/N returned the greeting with a soft smile. "Happy anniversary lovely, I'm looking forward to later." 'Later' meant the anniversary date the couple had been planning for a while now, both wanting everything to be perfect.

"Happy anniversary to you too gorgeous. I have something for you." Audrey turned back to face the vanity, reaching into one of the side drawers.

"And I for you." Y/N had moved towards the bedside table next to her side of the bed, pulling out a small black box. Y/N was back in position before Audrey; the box the ring she had bought was in had slipped to the back of the drawer, causing the girl to have to grope around a bit to try and find it.

When Audrey turned back around, Y/N was down on one knee, as if proposing, a small black box sat open in her palm to reveal a ring of gold that intricately wrapped around a soft pink gem. It looked almost the same as the one in the box Audrey held.

Rather than answering Y/N's 'proposal' in words, Audrey pulled out the ring box she'd hidden behind her back, popping it open to reveal the scarlet red stone encased in gold. Seeing the likeness of the rings, the two lovers laughed. They had bought rings from the same set without knowing it. Slipping each other's rings on, Audrey inspected her's closely. It wasn't rose quartz from what she could tell, but she wasn't sure what it was instead.

Noticing the puzzlement on her girlfriend's face, Y/N couldn't help but chuckle. Grabbing both of Audrey's hands she explained:

"The crystal is called Morganite. Supposedly it radiates the energy of love, peace and compassion," adding in a quieter tone, "at least that's what the store employee said." Returning to her normal volume, the girl continued, "It melts boundaries to make everything seem possible. I heard that and I thought it suited us, more importantly I thought it suited you."

Y/N's words brought a warm blush to Audrey's face as she buried it in her hands, while Y/N just looked on lovingly at her partner. There was no doubt in her mind that, come what may, she would stay by Audrey's side until the day she died.

[joanna-lannister]

💍 + jc

tell me everything you want!! ❤️

AAAAH THANK YOU SO MUCH JENNA AND NONNIES, YOU THREE ARE THE BEST 🥺❤️✨ Putting it under the read more because it's too long.

where they get married: in London, on the Lannister property called Casterly Rock lmao

when they get married: in August, so summer for the season, but they don't suffocate with the heavy air, there is a nice, fresh breeze the whole day that make them feel as if it was a spring day. As for the time of the day, they get married late in the morning, around 10:30am Cersei walks down the aisle and before noon, they are married.

what traditions they include: oh, they definitely include the "something borrowed, something blue" tradition. Cersei borrows one of Catelyn's rings; it's a simple, slightly thin, silver band, but it does the trick and it's the symbol of their friendship. "Something blue" is for the garter she wears, it has a baby blue lace to tie on. "Something new", Cersei's wedding dress. As for "something old", Jaime gets for Cersei an heirloom that belonged to Joanna, a golden headpiece in the shape of a lioness that matches the Lannister's coat of arms.

what their wedding cake looks like: Like this

It's a 3 layers of lemon cake with a sweet vanilla frosting, and golden sequins-style design.

….who smashes cake into whose face: Jaime smashes cake into Cersei's face 😂😭

who proposed to who first: Jaime is the one who proposes to Cersei, like he absolutely wanted to get married while Cersei was like "I don't need a piece of paper to prove my love for you", but then Jaime changed her mind.

who walks down the aisle and who waits at the altar: Cersei walks down the aisle, and Jaime waits at the altar

what their wedding dresses / suits / other look like: Cersei's wedding dress and shoes look like that: 

The bodice of the dress is heavily fashioned with beads and pearls while the skirts have several layers of lace and silk. And for the shoes, they are velvet pale pink instead of blue (I couldn't find a better picture, but think the dresses Cersei wore back in the S1 of GoT) with golden floral ornaments.

Jaime wears a traditional black suit, nothing really out of the ordinary tbh, but he has a pink tie to match with Cersei's shoes and bouquet

what their wedding colour scheme is and what sort of decor they have: The color scheme is white, and gold with a touch of pink (they wanted red instead of pink at first, but they realized it would look too much with the other colors, so they opted for a baby pink). The decor is heavily inspired by the Roaring 20s (The Great Gatsby was their main inspiration), so vases with bouquets of white and pale pink roses. They have also golden chandeliers dangling from a wooden arch with white candles. The tables have a white tablecloth, and chandeliers too, the plates are white with a golden border, and the glasses have an Art Deco design. This party I found on StyleMePretty is the closest I could find for the decor: 

They also a photobooth where everyone can take picture of themselves!

what flowers are in the bouquet: white and pale pink roses to match with the decor, the white roses are for the purity of their love and the fact it's an unending love, and the pale pink roses are for the happiness for the years to come and loyalty.

what their vows are: Cersei selects a poem from Pablo Neruda as wedding vows, and Jaime planned to do the same, but he couldn't memorize so he goes improvised lmao

if anyone’s late to the wedding: no one important, except Tyrion who slightly late but he is like 5 minutes late, but Jaime worries he won't come the whole time 😂😭

who’s in the bridal parties / groomsmen / other: Catelyn is Cersei's bridemaid! She is one the first to know about their wedding outside of the Lannister clan. And Tyrion is Jaime's groomsmen. As for other, there is the whole Lannister family who attends the wedding, and some other members of noble families present.

what their bridal party / groomsmen / other are wearing: Cat wears a pink chiffon maxi dress. As for Tyrion, he wears the same kind of suit as Jaime with a pink tie. And the others follow the dress code Jaime and Cersei left in the save-the-date.

who gives speeches at the reception: LMAO Tyrion definitely gives a speech, and he ends up telling everyone the time he found them fucking in his bed 😭 Cersei is looking at him like "I hate you, and I hope you die soon" while Jaime laughs and says it was a good memory. Cat gives a speech too, it's sweet and kind, and she wishes them the best for the future. Then comes Tywin, he is like this emoji the whole time: 😐 he still has to accept it his children are getting married, but well, he recalls a good memory with Joanna and eventually, he wishes them the same married life for the future.

who catches the bouquet: little Sansa! she is way too young to get married, but she absolutely wants to participate to this activity and everyone lets her catch the bouquet.

what their wedding photos are like: their photos are definitely both sweet and artistic. There are pictures of them taken from behind with the sun setting down, some others where they are holding each other, one where they are inside Casterly Rock and kissing. Cersei especially loves the ones in black and white. But also, there are pictures that are slice of life, when they are dancing or talking for example.

what sort of food they have at the reception: Okay, as appetizers, they have cherry tomatoes bruschetta and grilled shrimps with roasted pepper soup. Then, they have salmon Meunière with roasted potatoes and asparagus with almonds, and for those who don't eat fish, honey-balsamic chicken. And as desserts, the wedding cake, plus some macarons because Cersei loves French things 😂 They have also lot of champagne and lemonade.

who cries first during the ceremony: DEADASS JAIME! Cersei can hold back her tears, but Jaime, when he sees her walking down the aisle, starts tearing up. He isn't sobbing, but like, yeah, he is tearing up.

how wild their reception gets: not that wild to be honest, or at least they wait until Tywin goes to sleep, but Tyrion is the first one getting drunk and he ends up passing out in Jaime's bedroom lol. Everyone agrees to say that Cersei is the best dancer, which is true, she has years of ballet behind her after all. They have also fireworks to celebrate their special day, and a champagne tower. The party is roaring until 2-3am? And then slowly, people start disappearing and by 4-5am, there is only Jaime and Cersei left on the dancefloor. They are exhausted 😭

what their rings are like: Jaime has a simple golden wedding band, but there is their birthdate engraved inside. Cersei's engagement golden ring was huge, with an emerald as the center stone and diamonds so to pair it with it, she chooses something more "delicate". A simple, thin golden band with diamonds. 

what sort of favours they have: for the adults, they have mini champagne bottles, and for the children they have that little drawing with pencils that is just so cute, it makes Sansa so happy to be able to draw them 🥺

where they go for their honeymoon: In Florence, Italy.

something memorable that happens during the party / ceremony: Cersei is pregnant when they get married, no one knows except them, and Jaime WORRIES the whole time about her. He is like "are you sure you don't need rest?" and Cersei is like rolling her eyes everytime and telling him she is fine. They love the fireworks moment too, because people are too busy looking at it and it allows them a moment of peace, and they love when they are the last ones left on the dancefloor. They are slowly dancing, in their bubble, and they are just happy of their day.

who officiates the ceremony: an Archbishop

what song their first dance is to: Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol 

who gives who away as they walk down the aisle: well, Tywin gives Cersei away

[breaniebree]

SNEAK PEEK

Chapter 30 -- The One With I Do

Hannah brought out dozens of different cakes for them to try, asking questions about colours and plans and wanting to know what they were looking for in a wedding cake.

“Chocolate,” Ginny said.  “I definitely want chocolate.”

“Harry?”  Hannah asked.

Harry smiled and gestured towards his fiancée.  “What Ginny says.  I won’t say no to chocolate.”

But wow were there a lot of different variations of chocolate.  

Hannah made them creamy chocolate cake, red velvet, chocolate cookie dough, white chocolate, dark chocolate, strawberry chocolate, brownie, cherry chocolate, raspberry chocolate, chocolate cheesecake, and more.  The more different bites they took, the more Ginny was moaning in happiness.

“I might just have to move here,” Ginny said.  “Merlin, Hannah!  These are all so incredible!  How are we supposed to choose?”

Harry watched her take another bite of chocolate mousse and the sound she made was very similar to the ones she made when his tongue was deep inside of her.  He leaned in to kiss her cheek.

“Shall I leave you alone with your cake?”

Ginny licked her lips.  “Chocolate is a girl’s best friend, Harry.”

Neville chuckled.  “Hannah’s been excited with her planning.  Mrs Weasley has been going on about the wedding plans and how the colour schemes are working.  The two of us have been trying to work together in planning the flowers and your cake.”

“I have the cake mostly narrowed down,” Hannah said.  “But I need to know what the recipe will be inside.”

Ginny groaned again as she took another bite.  “Fuck… just lots of chocolate.”

Hannah smiled and then held up a finger.  “Wait!  I have the perfect recipe for you!”

Harry and Ginny exchanged a look before Hannah came out with four more bite size pieces of cake on a plate.

“Try this one,” Hannah said, passing Harry and Ginny each a bite of a layered cake. 

The moment it touched his lips, Harry knew that it was the choice.  The sound Ginny made on top of the look of pleasure in her eyes, told him that even if he disagreed, he would do anything to make her look that happy.

“Oh.  My.  Goddess,” Ginny gasped, licking the spoon.  “What is that heaven?”

“It’s called Black Tie Mousse Cake,” Hannah said with a smile.  “It’s four layers: Chocolate cake, chocolate cheesecake, white chocolate mousse, and creamy chocolate ganache.”

“That,” Ginny said.  “Yup, that one right there.  What do you think, Harry?”

Harry leaned in to kiss her.  “Anything to make you make that sound again.”

She blushed and turned back to Hannah.  “Don’t make me beg.”

Hannah chuckled and gave Ginny the rest of the slice of cake.  “Oh!  I’m so glad you love it!  Now that we have the recipe, we just need to work on the cake design.  Molly says that your colours are red, white, and gold?”

Ginny nodded, happily scooping up more cake.  “Yes.  We’re matching it to my engagement ring.”

“Wonderful and Neville says that the bouquet you picked is red calla lilies and white roses?”

“Neville has an eye for those things,” Ginny said.  “I couldn’t imagine a more beautiful bouquet.”

Hannah smiled.  “That he does.  All right, so this is what I’m thinking and of course I can change it if you don’t like it.  But, I’m thinking four tiers, all in white.  Maybe some gold decorations on the side and then I’ll do a crown across the top of bright red calla lilies with gold baby’s breath mixed in.  It will rain down the cake like a trellis vine.”

Harry frowned.  “Wait… flowers on top of the cake?”

“Edible flowers,” Hannah said with a chuckle.  “Every flower will be hand-painted.  White cream cheese frosting will cover the Black Tie cake.  What do you think?”

Harry wrinkled his nose.  “How big is four tiers exactly?”

Hannah gestured with her hand to her waist.  “About yay high from the ground is what I’m thinking?”

Harry nodded.  “Will that be big enough?  I mean, according to Zee and Molly, I think we’re having an army at our wedding plus Ron so…”

Ginny laughed.  “Ron’s his own army when it comes to food, but don’t worry Harry.  Hannah already offered to make fairy cakes,” Ginny said as she licked chocolate off of her lips.  “The cake will be for us to cut and share pieces of and then Hannah will make fairy cakes for all of the other guests.”

“Yes,” Hannah said.  “I’ve already drawn up some examples but I’m thinking red and white roses, some calla lilies, all for the tops.  We can do the fairy cakes as Black Tie Mousse cake as well if you like.”

“Absolutely,” Ginny said.  “All chocolate.”

Harry grinned and kissed his fiancée’s hand.  “Sounds perfect.”

[darillium24]

The First Night

<3

That night, that small portion of the night, was magic.

The small round table was covered by a white cloth, adorned with roses and candles, and furnished by glass cloches and plates, a bottle of wine and two gold-rimmed glasses. It wasn’t anything big. Cosy would be a better word.

The lighting was mesmerising, the reflection of the candles on the glass shone in River’s green eyes. The Doctor wrapped his arms around her, resting his chin on her shoulder.

“Do you like it?” He asked, River still watching the display of lights and food.

She dropped her eyes down on him, sharing a soft smile of delight and chuckled, “I’ve seen better.” The Doctor raised his eyebrows in amusement and lifted his head to place a sweet kiss on her cheek. The night felt quiet, just four hearts and a candlelit dinner with the best view in the galaxy.

And how can one be expected to eat dinner after witnessing magic?

“I’m hoping this is still your favourite bottle?” He opened the bottle of Coralee wine and poured it in her glass before doing the same with his.

“You drink now?” River asked before dipping her finger in and tasting it.

“Well, I always have, really. I just couldn’t tolerate it for a while.” They smiled at each other, River let out a soft chuckle. The Doctor thought back to his fourth incarnation on Tara and drinking with himself on Gallifrey. River, on the other hand, had something else on her mind.

She laughed, “That’s one way to say it. Remember in Utah when…” Her smile faded, silence fell. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything.”

As those words left, she averted his gaze and bit her lip in embarrassment. She instead watched her wine, bubbling as it swayed in the glass; not unlike how her stomach felt, twisting at the nauseating tension she brought to the room.

“No, River,” The Doctor placed his drink on the table and took her hand before it made its way to covering her face. His touch was so new, yet so familiar, the same bony fingers and warm comfort. Yet, as his hands caressed her skin, River felt a slight tingle, a quick cold on the back of her hand.

How did she not notice? This whole time,

“I’m the one who should be apologising for being such a horrible excuse for a husband.”

He was wearing a ring. A wedding ring. Their wedding ring.

[gil-galadhwen]

Rings of Power | Galadriel x Halbrand

Notes: I took liberties with Tolkien lore regarding weather, seasons and how the elves might celebrate yule, among other things. I also used a translator for the single elvish line Halbrand says in this fic. It might be incorrect and if so, please let me know what the correct translation is.

***

Do you just want my blood? Am I just that damn hard to love?

Lindon was a mystery to Halbrand. As winter approached, Galadriel had encouraged him to travel with her to the elvish realm and at first, he had thought it was for no particular reason but it quickly became apparent that she had dealings with the High King Gil-galad and his Herald Elrond. This left Halbrand wishing he’d stayed behind in Eregion; at least there he could continue his work with Celebrimbor.

Lacking the ethereal grace of its residents, Halbrand felt distinctly other in Lindon - where they were graceful, he was wooden and where they retained stillness, he was cumbersome. He did his best to lean into his perceived mortality, ensuring they believed him to be merely Galadriel's human companion. It wouldn’t do for them to learn that he knew much more about them than he let on, including his fluency in every single one of their languages.

“Walk with me,” Galadriel whispered to him where they sat together at a dinner held during the yule festivities. Halbrand glanced towards the table’s head where the king and his herald sat together in deep conversation, before setting his fork down beside his empty wine glass. The moment he stood, Gil-galad broke his attention from Elrond and glared towards the pair but Halbrand ignored him, the powdery snow beneath his booted feet sending ungraceful drifts in his wake as he followed Galadriel beyond the line of trees that sheltered the revelry. 

***

They walked side by side along a path lit by bronze-plated, glass lanterns, their design delicate and refined.

“They are from Valinor,” Galadriel said when Halbrand slowed his steps to admire them more closely.

“Of course they are,” he sighed. “Isn’t everything?”

Galadriel inclined her head, the hood of her dark blue cloak slipping down to her shoulders. “Most things in Lindon are, yes.”

Halbrand’s attention moved from the lanterns to the elf, he couldn’t help noticing the way her hair shimmered in the low light - gold and shiver, as though the strands were entwined with any otherworldly alloy.

They continued walking in companionable silence until the lanterns became few and far between and the wood became darker with every step. Before long, they walked into a grove of holly trees, their deep red berries gleaming like jewels among the thorny, green leaves dusted with snow. The sight of them sparked something in Halbrand. He had collected memories like trinkets from the many forms he had taken over the long years. So many that it was difficult to pin them down, to discern the time and place they were from. The memory that rose from the holly trees was one of snow and ice, a wooden floor covered in furs close to a fire that smelled of burnt sugar and cedar. He vaguely recalled dark eyes that shone brightly, reflecting the orange flames and naked flesh burning with desire... 

It came to Halbrand fast and hot and a blush stained his cheeks, forcing him to sink deeper into his fur-lined cloak.

“I cannot say I have ever seen such a visceral reaction to holly before,” Galadriel said, a wry tilt to her mouth.

“I don’t know what you mean.” Halbrand croaked the words then coughed. 

“It’s just holly.” He broke a sprig off and held it in a loose, ungloved fist.

Galadriel raised a golden eyebrow at him, “I see.”

“I have a gift for you!” He said suddenly, reaching inside his cloak with his free hand.

“A gift? So you are familiar with some elvish customs then?”

“Ni am moina as tare than tye sinte, mime mel,” Halbrand replied in perfect Quenyan. 

I am familiar with more than you know, my love.

Galadriel stared at him agape. “Where? When did you learn–”

“Here,” Halbrand held out a small wooden box tied with blue ribbon.

It was Galadriel’s turn to blush as she accepted the offering.

“Do you remember when you teased me about the mithril back in Eregion?” Halbrand asked, stepping closer to the elf as she lifted the contents of the box onto her gloved hand

“You said: will you make me a little replica raft, Halbrand? Or perhaps a golden ring?”

On Galadriel’s hand sat a little gold bell. “Halbrand, I am not certain that I understand.”

Halbrand picked up the bell and rang it. It was a delicate sound, as soft as falling snow yet sharp enough to be heard above the wind that was gathering high in the trees above them.

“This is your golden ring for a golden age.”

Galadriel removed a glove and gripped the bell between two pale fingers. “I suspect you are trying to be amusing, Halbrand.”

Halbrand chuckled. “Your suspicions would be correct.”

“Such a peculiar mortal.” She smirked a little, pocketing the bell and withdrawing a drawstring pouch.

“Here is my gift to you.”

Halbrand inclined his head in thanks and slid his fingers inside the pouch. What he pulled out was so unexpected that he nearly dropped it in the snow. It was a steel S hook, similar to what many tradespeople used to hang things on, blacksmiths included. However, this S hook was small and ornate with an elvish design etched into one side. It was delicate and far too beautiful to spend its existence in a dirty workshop.

Halbrand stared at it with a mixture of confusion and wonder. What did it mean that she was giving him this? Was he missing something? The S shape seemed to burn his palm as he held it…

S for Safety

S for Salvation

S for Sau…

Halbrand’s gaze whipped up to meet Galadriel’s. He searched for any sign of knowing, of recognition but she was glaring at him the same way she usually did.

“Galadriel, I–”

The elf grabbed the front of his cloak and pulled him towards her. Their lips crashed together with such force that he was sure he’d chipped a tooth but he didn’t care. Both hook and holly fell to the snow as he grasped Galadriel’s face in his hands, kissing her with a depth and purpose he couldn’t recall ever doing before. When he slid his tongue inside her mouth she moaned, pressing herself against the Southlander with every ounce of her immortal strength. They kissed as though their lives depended on it. Just like their lives had depended on each other on the raft. Neither of them would have ever admitted it but they had needed each other to survive then, and the same was true as they clung to each other now, the need to get closer as chaotic and strong as a storm upon the Sundering Seas.

The kiss softened for a moment as Galadriel’s hand caught in Halbrand’s hair, tugging until his head tipped back. He felt her breath hot on his neck and where he expected her lips to touch he felt words brush across the sensitive skin:

“You may refuse to be completely honest, Halbrand. But your secrets will be known to me with time.”

His eyes flew open, his breath catching between a whimper and a sob.

Then she was gone, her tracks in the snow already fading beneath fresh flurries.

“Do you want my blood, Galadriel? Am I just that damn hard to love?” He called after her, flushed and panting. 

S for Secrets.

Stooping to pick up the S hook, Halbrand swore he heard the distant, hollow ringing of a single bell.

***

Thank you for reading! The title is a line from Golden Age by Ethel Cain.

x

[lamaisongaga]

        FASHION CREDITS: JAZZ & PIANO SHOW 3.0

Lady Gaga finally returned to Vegas to continue the final 12 jazz & piano residency shows, and brought out an entire new setlist and costumes! Make sure to check out the other looks here and here.

The fashion was put together by Tom Eerebout and Sandra Amador with assistance by Kayla Manjarrez and Gianni Catalina.

The show also came with a handful of new visuals, including this one of LG enjoying a round of poker while wearing a dress Marilyn Monroe herself would approve.

The red sequined plunging stunner with halterneck, column skirt and flower belt detail is from Rodarte's Fall/Winter 2020 collection ($1,827).

In the same visual, she wears this absolutely divine plush black velvet column dress with deep nude illusion mesh panel and rows of pearl necklaces from Russian designer Kamilla Purshie’s Spring/Summer 2024 collection.

Let's get to the show! A label I've been eyeing for some time ever since being loved by the likes of Taylor Swift and Kelly Rowland is Taipei-based Nicole + Felicia who whipped out this fun beaded fringe mini dress for their Bridal Fall/Winter 2020 collection that any showgirl would love.

She topped it off with a new Arturo Rios Faux Grass white feather showgirl headpiece 

Dita von Teese, if you please!

The Always Love You crystal-embellished silver hoop dangle earrings ($396) are made by Laruicci...

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Laruicci “Always Love You” Earrings ($396.00)

…while the Jimmy Choo metallic silver Anouk stiletto pumps provided the finishing touches.

Lady Gaga then devoured in this custom Prabal Gurung rose gold sunburst pleated silk lamé gown with hand-embroidered crystals and ostrich feather-trimmed cape.

Both her Hyperbola rhodium-plated hoop earrings with crystals in different cuts ($600)...

...and matching Hyperbola open cuff are created by Swarovski.

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Swarovski "Hyperbola" Earrings ($600.00)

The look was perfectly accentuated with these Christian Louboutin So Kate pumps coated in pink satin!

This was one of the, if not THE look most of you have been flooding my message inbox about.

LG stunned the Vegas crowd (and us) wearing a custom couture Rose Blossom metallic plissé gown by recently-gone-viral designer Robert Wun, whose been part of her wardrobe since 2013!

The silver-tone mixed crystal flower linear drop earrings are by I.N.C. International Concepts exclusively sold at Macy's.

The perfect shoe to complete the red looks of the show are by Christian Louboutin, who created the super fun Hot Chick Psychic metallic red leather slingback pumps ($852).

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Christian Louboutin "Hot Chick Psychic" Pumps ($852.00)

Another fun Robert Wun moment was this full look based on his Spring/Summer 2023 Haute Couture collection which went viral!

Signature peplum corset top in a bonded white satin, enhanced with silk taffeta ruching detail on the bust and lace-up back with matching large stole. Paired with a low-waist technical wool skirt with asymmetrical slit pleating details in anthracite.

Styled with a black & white 3D-printed headpiece with stripped coque feathers and long black gloves.

Hot, hotter, GAGA! Our girl twirled around the stage rocking a custom Garo Sparo fiery red showgirl beaded fringe bodysuit dress with hand-stoned crystal pattern and asymmetrical hem, inspired by old Bob Mackie pieces!

If you look closer, you can see that inbetween her fingers shines the Swarovski Hyperbola cocktail ring ($400).

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Swarovski "Hyperbola" Ring ($400.00)

Hell-o! Gaga brought out the best of Vegas' spirit appropriately decked out in the master of sexy dresswear: Zuhair Murad. And yes, this is the first time!

LG selected a sparkly fringe number fully embroidered in gold sequins and crystals of various sizes from the Lebanese designer's Fall/Winter 2022 Haute Couture collection, inspired by mystical arts, from Tarot and astrology to horoscopes and palmistry, to dispel the concerns of an unsettled age through the allure of their symbols.

She wore this augmented plummet shawl on stage, which was custom-made for her by Christian Cowan!

"Each ostrich feather plume was individually hand dyed to the warm tone of her exact Haus Labs shade of foundation, and curled to achieve a more dimensional effect before being embroidered individually by hand to a crinoline base also custom dyed to be her exact warm tone- all done in-house by our New York Atelier"

One of Gaga's most stunning Vegas-worn headpieces to date is another one-off-one bespoke Arturo Rios! This time: gold lamé leather orchid bouquet with large crystals peeking out between the leaves and buds.

She finished off with her previously-worn Jimmy Choo Anouk metallic gold pointed-toe pumps!

The finale look of the show sees Gaga wearing a bespoke Topo Studio NY plush black silk velvet gown with attached tails to the wrists, embroidered with over 400 cosmic crystals.

The fun feather headpiece with crystallized cap was custom-made for her by Binata Millinery.

For this look she wore Jimmy Choo's Romy black patent leather pointed-toe pumps.

[thearchmanofgreenfield]

As the sun rose past the horizon and loomed over the skyline of the great City of Hatlynshire Henry found himself to be dazed but also in awe. He had been called to accompany one of the other members of the Great Houses on a ‘diplomatic’ trip to Great Borough. Henry himself wasn’t too enthusiastic about it. He was dazed due to not being able to get enough sleep. Something he hid quite well on the outside but felt quite deeply on the inside. Whatever part of him that was not stuck in this drowsy state was rather preoccupied with thought of his own Borough.

“I should be sending letters to my Nobles. We should start fortifying the Hamlets immediately” he thought as his driver drove him straight to the Town hall of Great Borough. Henry, like most Great House members, drove in a black car with a silver accents and silver grill with two large ball shaped lights on either side. His car’s license plate read TRIDENT-001 which corresponded with the symbol of his house. Henry himself at first glance didn’t seem like much of regal figure. He was in early forties, he had jet black hair and brown eyes. He was clean shaven and wore a black suit with an overlapping collar. Underneath it he wore a white and grey checkered waistcoat. In his coat he carried a golden pocket watch connected with a golden chain and on his finger was a ring studded with diamonds. On his head he wore a black top hat and on his waistcoat, hidden by his coat, he wore a golden pin with his family’s crest imprinted on it. The pin was the only thing that gave him away as a Circulion, hence why he hid it. But without it, he looked perfectly human.

The car drove passed the empty streets of the waking city. Henry knew it was best to travel early in the morning when there was less people. It was less suspicious and it meant less attention. As Henry looked out the window he saw a few people walking around. Most were working men on their way to their occupation.

“Well, there is a certain innocence to humans. They are of course just like us. At least, when their not committing heinous sins” Henry thought. And with that thought he let out a shudder. He remembered a recent incident that had occurred a few days ago. This incident was part of the reason they were going to Great Borough in the first place. It had happened in Bernstein Borough, a group of Hunter had figured out how to access one of the Hamlets through a secret door. They had snuck in and tried to set fire to it at night, luckily they were caught and killed before they could set the entire Hamlet alight. But before they were killed they had succeeded in setting fire to that Hamlet’s orphanage. Whether they had known it was an orphanage or not Henry didn’t know. But no one could put out the fire and from the stories he had heard, almost a hundred residents had burned to death. Henry still vividly remembered the descriptions his men had given him. And the sheer grotesque detail made him want to hurl.

After some time the car finally reached a stop outside the entrance of a building. The driver got out of the car and opened the back door so Henry could step out. Henry gave a nod to the driver and the driver nodded back. The driver then went back to the driver’s seat. Henry looked up at the building in front of him. It was a massive three story tall structure that stretched nearly a hundred meters in both directions. The entrance was grand having a large staircase leading up to an overhanging roof held up by five pillars topped with angels and adorned with banners with the flag of Hatlynshire. The roof face itself was decorated with sculptures of men with the symbol of the Order of Man carved in the center. The building was mostly white and grey with hints of gold embedded into the sculptures. It also had a massive domed roof that reached high into the skyline. In front of the building, across the road, was a massive flat land which was the largest park in all of Hatlynshire.

Henry was standing in front of the only piece of the Order of Man that the public knew about. At least, what they thought they knew. He was standing in front of the City Hall.

As Henry gazed up onto the massive symbol of the Circle’s greatest foe another car pulled up behind his. The driver of that car got out and opened the backdoor. And from that back door walked out an older gentlemen in his sixties. He had a white beard and wore the same top hat Henry did. He wore a light grey coat with an overlapping collar but he also wore a large light grey overcoat over it. He had no ring on his finger. For he was a widower. He too like Henry gazed at the massive structure in front of him.

“Well Ulysses, looks like we’ve arrived” said Henry.

“Yes, I can see that Henry. It looks just as atrocious as it did the last time I was here” said Ulysses. Henry grinned and together he and Ulysses ascended the steps. When they reached the top they were immediately greeted by a very old copper statue of the city’s ‘founder’, a man who went by the name of George Montgomery. Henry had always wanted to spit on that statue every time he saw it. Knowing that, unlike the revisionist story of how he built this city from nothing he in fact built it from the dead corpses of thousands of Circulions.

“Perhaps this statue is greatest insult the Order ever did to us” said Ulysses as they passed the statue and went towards the front door.

“They keep him front of their building as a glorified hero, while lying to the public about his deeds”

“Well, on the day we finally bring these wretches down. I’ll be sure you leave a rope for you so we can pull down that statue together” said Henry with a smile and Ulysses smiled as well since both men knew that it was unlikely that the Order would be brought down in either of their lifetimes.

They walked through the front door of the City Hall. There was no guard at the front, a fact that Henry always taught as an oversight by the Order. He’d assumed the reason for it was that the Order never thought the Circle would dare attack them in the day. Which was a reasonable assumption.

As they entered the lobby a wave of caution washed over Henry. It was an instinctive response sine knew that now that they were inside, they were in the most danger. The lobby was a large room. Intricately decorated with lavish designs. It was a whitish grey but the walls were adorned with portraits and paintings, the real meanings of which only certain people knew. There was people walking around all over the place and nothing seemed that out of the ordinary. But Henry knew. He could see that gazes that followed them around. He knew that Hunters roamed this building in disguise. But nonetheless, he and Ulysses pressed on forward and blended into the crowd so as not to arouse suspicion.

Henry followed Ulysses passed the lobby and then a left turn through a hallway and then through a corridor to the door at the very end. Ulysses followed these steps precisely with a single second guess which only confirmed to Henry that Ulysses had been to this place often.

Finally, through the door at the end of the corridor they entered a spacious room with walls made of polished wood. The room was decorated with portraits on every wall and it was lit a large and lavish chandelier which hug from the domed ceiling.

It the room was a waiting area and next to it was a table which had a lamp, a stack of papers and a typewriter. In the chair behind this table sat a lady in a thin suit. She was typing something, her hands moved along the typewriter’s keyboard like lightning as she gave it her absolute focus. A focus that was only interrupted when she heard the sound of the door open. She lifted her head over the typewriter and looked at Henry and Ulysses.

“Well…uh. Do you have an appointment, Sir?” She asked with a soft tone and a smile.

Ulysses walked up to the lady while Henry stayed back. He leaned over to her desk and reached into his overcoat.

“Why yes we do, miss” he said opening part of his overcoat revealing the golden pin he kept underneath. “Is the Mayor occupied?”

The lady blinked and paused for a moment as though in shock. “Uh… no! You may go in” she stuttered in an almost frightened tone. Ulysses nodded, gave her a smile and tipped his hat. He and Henry then made their way passed the lady and through the door that laid next to her.

This time they entered a somewhat smaller room. Smaller but much more grand. The ceiling was about two stories tall with another golden chandelier over it. One of the walls had a large window that overlooked the part in front of City Hall. Another wall was completely taken by a massive bookcase. And in the middle of the room was a large semicircular table with a chair on either side. There was a red carpet on the floor and a fireplace too. The walls looked brand new and there was even a Hunting rifle mounted on the mantle under a large portrait of the first mayor of Hatlynshire.

On the other of the tale was the mayor. A man who both slightly fatter and older than Henry. He wore an open black coat over a silvery waistcoat and he had a golden monocle on his left eye which was a complimented by his straight and thin black and grey moustache and sharp eyes. He had been preoccupied with something as they walked in but he dropped it immediately and stared directly at Henry and Ulysses as they entered. A grin then appeared on his face.

“Well, well, well. What a pleasant surprise! Two Circulion industrialist swine walk right into my office! A rare sight indeed!” he said in cheerful tone. A tone that neither Henry nor Ulysses found amusing. Ulysses then took the seat of the other side of the table while Henry stood by the door. Henry kept one arm close to the gun he hid under his waistcoat. Just in case.

The Mayor leaned over Ulysses. “So what do I owe the pleasure, Mr. Everton?”

Ulysses said calm. “I think you know why, Victor”

Victor Del Mir reclined on his chair. The grin still in his face. “This isn’t about that fire now is it? Your men killed my men. Your revenge is served. You have no business coming to me!”

Ulysses gave a light chuckle. Something that made Victor flinch. “You flatter yourself, Victor. I think you why we’re really here”

Victor’s grin disappeared. He leaned over to Ulysses once more and spoke in a darker voice. “Well Mr. Everton, it appears that I don’t. Care to enlighten me?”

Ulysses nodded. Henry was told why they had come here but this was not he expected things to happen. But then again he knew not keep assumption of the future, unless he was a Morrow.

“While the fire is one reason our REAL reason is something much larger” said Ulysses.

“And that real reason is?”

Ulysses’ expression darkened. “That real reason is that ever since your ‘election’ you have plunged your Hunters deep within our territory. You’ve intentional started a minor conflict on the streets. And we want it to end”

Victor raised his eyebrows as though Ulysses had told him some shocking revelation. And then began laughing audibly while leaned on his chair. Ulysses looked at him with disgust and so did Henry. After he was done laughing he looked Ulysses as though he had said some marvelous joke.

“You cannot be serious! I take it that you didn’t consult with your dear friends the Morrows about this. Because if you did those foreseeing wretched would have told you that you can’t waltz here into MY OFFICE AND EXPECT ME TO THE BEND THE KNEE TO YOU CIRCULION SWINE!” he ended his sentence in a bout of rage yet Ulysses still stayed calm on the outside.

“We are not asking you to bend the knee, we know you are too prideful for that” he said calmly.

“Oh good! So what makes you think I’ll comply with you ‘request’?” a reply to which Ulysses grinned.

“I doubt your superiors would want to go to all out with the Circle. I doubt even the Grand Overseer himself would want that. Seeing as it would cripple the city with an already overwhelming population”

Victor raised his eyebrow. He thought Ulysses was bluffing.

“You wouldn’t! The Circle would not just go to war again over such minor of an issue as some street aggression!”

“Well…” said Ulysses. “War is only a last resort since we know that if we allow you to continue in your activities, they will only get worse. But as a means of ending this before it escalates to major conflict we offer you a price”

“A price?” asked the now intrigued Victor.

“One million Sorasy. In cash.” said Ulysses. “We pay you to pull back your troops. If you agree, you walk away with a hefty fortune. If you don’t well, you know what happens to a Mayor in a conflict”

Ulysses then reached into his coat and pulled out a set of old newspaper articles from the city newspaper, The Hatlynshire Herald. He then put them on the table for Victor to see. Henry could read some of the headlines. One said in large bold letters, ‘MAYOR KILLED IN CAR ACCIDENT!’ another said, ‘CITY MAYOR DIES IN HOUSE FIRE! ARE GANGS TO BLAME?’ while another read, ‘OLD MAYOR MURDERED IN STREET SHOOTING! PERPETRATORS STILL ON THE LOOSE!’

Victor looked through every headline. He then looked at Ulysses with a furious glare. His cheeks turned a shade of red like he was a volcano that was about to erupt.

“You dare threaten me? IN MY OWN OFFICE?”

“I was merely alerting you to the consequences. So what will it be, Mr. Del Mir?” asked Ulysses.

Victor calmed down a little. He then bought he hands together and smiled at Ulysses. Henry was not expecting that.

“One million Sorasy…a year” he said in calm and confident tone.

“Excuse me?” said Ulysses who was obviously not expecting that answer.

“You hear me, Mr. Everton. If you wish for me to comply I would need one million Sorasy every single year. Those are my terms and they are nonnegotiable” said Victor. He then stood up from his chair and gave a grim glare to both Ulysses and Henry. Henry then tightened his grip on his gun.

“Because if you think you can buy me with a pathetic sum like the one you offer then you ARE MISTAKEN, YOU WRETCHED SCUM. YOU THINK YOU CAN ENTER MY OFFICE AND THREATEN ME? WELL THEN YOU WILL SOON FIND ME TO BE MUCH MORE CAPABLE THAT MY PREDECESSORS I PROMISE YOU THAT!”

He then straightened himself and sat back in his chair before giving Ulysses and Henry a grin. “So yes, those are my demands. If you cannot meet them I quite happily ask you to withdraw from my office and the City Hall. And I have a feeling that the Grand Overseer Montgomery will want to hear of this conversation”

Ulysses stood up and stared at Victor blankly. “I think we are done here. I thank you for your time… Mr. Mayor” Ulysses then tipped his hat to which Victor nodded agreeably. Ulysses then swiftly turned around and he and Henry promptly left the office shutting the door behind them. Henry then followed Ulysses as they made their way out of the building.

“Well, it appears that the Mayor is unwilling to work with us” said Henry. He had come here knowing that the likelihood of a peaceful solution was unimaginably slim given how brazen and determined Victor’s actions were. But still part of him had hoped no to turn to conflict for it was both financially costly and costly when it came to lives as well.

“Well I expected as much. I told the Morrows that a peaceful resolution was futile yet they convince me to try it anyway. Well, now there is no resolving this peacefully Henry” said Ulysses.

They made their way down the steps past the statue. By the time they had exited the building the sun had well passed the city's skyline and was slowly inching its way to the center of the sky. Henry’s driver was waiting for him and opened his car door for him. Henry nodded at the driver and then turned to Ulysses before he could get into his own vehicle.

“Are you sure this would work, Ulysses? Are you certain that your plans can succeed?” he said before getting into his car.

“Not to worry, my dear Henry. I know by the end of this this city will be a safer, cleaner place. And If I were to die, I would die while getting my long awaited vengeance upon those who massacred my family”

Henry went silent. He the waved Ulysses goodbye and go in his car. His mind was full of doubts as they drove out of Great Borough. But he had known Ulysses his whole life, he had been a sort of mentor figure to both him and some of the other Great House members. Henry understood his pain and he was confident in his plans. But still…

“But what if it all fails?” he couldn’t help but wonder. What if Ulysses had underestimated the Mayor and Montgomery?

 “Then we’ll all be in danger.”

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WIP Snip

Thank you to @wolfpants for the tag! MWAH!

Take a look at wolfpants’s amazing ship fic snip, too! I cannot wait to read this sucker!!

This is from my currently-posting WIP, Tapestry. This one takes place over many years, and tells a version of Harry and Draco’s love story from start to finish. It’s messy and complicated and I am absolutely loving it at the moment 🥰. This bit is from an earlier chapter, when Draco and Harry come face to face with one another after being apart for a long time. Draco has married someone else in the interim, and Harry’s been freaking out about seeing him:

“I didn't know you were coming,” came a sharp, precise voice from behind him. Harry turned, feeling suddenly winded.

“Didn't know you were, either,” he said, meeting Draco's gaze.

It had been nearly two years since the last time they’d seen one another. Draco looked a little different, in a way Harry couldn’t really pinpoint. His cheekbones seemed starker, his shoulders more angular.

And then there was the matter of his fingers. The ring finger of his left hand, specifically. Harry braced himself for it, for the telltale gold band. Best to get the shock of it over with.

He looked, and there was nothing there. “How’s that banker of yours?” he asked nonchalantly. Draco’s hands were spotlessly clean, his nails perfectly manicured. He was a traditionalist, in many ways. Not the sort to forgo a wedding band. Harry felt a flash of prickling heat sweep over his body, followed closely by a shiver, like he was coming down with the flu.

Draco chuckled low, tossing back a shock of blond hair from his face. “How’s that slag you introduced me to the last time I saw you? The Christmas party at Neville’s, I think it was,” he threw back at Harry rather than answering the question. “The woman with the irritating little dog.”

“Caitlin?” Harry laughed. “Christ, that was forever ago. Anyway, I've seen you since then.” How could Draco have forgotten? Although, to be fair, they had hardly spoken that next time. "That day at Blaise's."

Draco looked away, his face doing something complicated. "Oh, that's right."

Harry needed to sit down. The floor was unsteady beneath his feet, like the house had been swept out to sea and was undulating with the waves. Draco was unbearably close now, so close that Harry could see the tiny blue veins on his eyelids as he looked at Harry’s wine glass. “Shall I top you off?” he asked, before looking back up and raising a sharp brow.

Harry’s throat was so dry he didn’t know if he could force any more words out. “Yeah,” he managed, sounding hoarse.

Draco went to the table and grabbed the bottle, and with an elegant little twist of his wrist, poured a splash of dark wine into Harry’s glass before filling his own. Harry cleared his throat. “Cheers,” he said. “To Edgewater.”

Draco brought his glass to Harry’s. His wrist was visible, the bone strangely prominent. “To Edgewater,” he said, his flinty eyes fixed on Harry’s. “And old friends.”

Harry drank deeply, watching as Draco took a sip and licked a ruby drop of wine from his lower lip.

“You took the yellow room, didn’t you?” Harry asked.

Draco grinned again, Cheshire-like, and brought his face close—too close—to Harry’s. Harry felt a gust of warm breath against his ear and a ripple of sensation down his spine. “The early bird catches the worm, Potter,” he said. Then he gave Harry one last smirk and sauntered from the room, leaving Harry staring at his retreating, shapely arse, looking good as ever in fine wool trousers.

He stood there, breathless, half hard in his jeans, feeling more brutalized than he’d felt walking out of that bath house in Budapest with a six-inch gash down his thigh, a concussion, and bruise the size of a dinner plate across his lower back.

Sweet Christ.

It never got any easier with that son of a bitch.

No pressure tagging @sweet-s0rr0w @the-starryknight @pennygalleon @oknowkiss @lettersbyelise @moonflower-rose @thehoneybeet @t4tdrarry @tackytigerfic  @thebooktopus. I’d love to see what you guys are up to! <3

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楽しむ準備はいいですか...Mねこちゃん~

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Name: Mukami Kou / 無神コウ

Age: Physically and renowned, 17 y/o

Actuality, 200+ undetermined y/o

Gender: Male

Species: Half-vampire (human converted)

Height: 176 cm / 5'9"

Weight: 55kg /121lb (Minimal fluctuations for occupational purposes)

Blood Type: Type B

Birthday & Zodiac: 28th January, Aquarius ♒

Sexuality: Subjectively straight (But for one exception)

Likes:

Foods — Esp: Vongole Bianco, Ebi Furai

↪ Although being a lover of food despite his stature, no other dish ever comes close to being as favored as the two names. Something about fresh seafood and the savory goodness of the sauces and aroma just resonates with him.

Cats and Felines

↪ Even his reputation for loving cats precedes him, however it is ultimately a mystery as to why, other than felines are just a deal more adorable and calm to tend to, the perfect sort of companion in his opinion.

Musicality — Esp: Pop, music, singing, dancing

↪Being his favorite activities, he is able to make them into his all time career. Even if not for the sake of his work, he would still indulge in singing and dancing, even when alone. Being alone since young, the tunes he sang to himself during his youth were made into his new passion.

Dislikes:

People

↪Despite his perkiness and his outings with fans and choice of work, he dislikes interacting with people that are slow to catch his intents as well as liars that think they can catch him off guard.

Failure and Losing

↪He hates being one upped by others, especially by mere humans and would do anything to win back his deserved ranking, even by way of blood if it comes to it.

Unpleasant things

↪Be it his surroundings, style, looks, etc. Anything that he could deem ugly or bad is an automatic no from him. He is corruptly discriminate since he believes even just having basic good looks could work well.

☆Physical Description

Being called the pretty blonde idol, it's a no brainer that he had a hair of naturally curled golden yellow, with a miniature pony tail tied up in such a way, like the dangling stalk of wheat grain, that holds up his longer hair length which is styled to one side, long enough on the right that it covers over his one magical eye, concealed away as his bright twin sky blue reflective irises. He has skin that is as fair and white, a thin slender frame that is built for ease of his career. On his bare back are hidden away scars and injuries that stem from his long past.

Commonly, he would put on his casual wear of black long sleeved, white polka-dotted sweater shirt, paired with fitted black jeans, and an extra addition of a magenta crew jacket for extra amount of flare ✨. He does own a particular set of wardrobe but thus such his normal wears that would normally be a shade of pink. Being the only idol of his school, he is also able to bend the rules and own an exclusively tailored school blazer and a custom badge and pin that he owns.

Accessory wise, he dawns on his usual set of black and white bracelet and gold plated sheet wristlet, as well as a singular red marbled earring that dangles on his left side. He also owns a newer set of sky blue, glass encased necklace that resembles the refraction of the clear skies, chained around his neck, and a final exclusive magenta gemmed ring around his ring finger, and sometimes house middle finger.

☆Personality

Predominantly speaking, he is a Do-S, an idol that is the definition of two faced despite his good looks and friendly gestures, bearing no sign of care or tender towards mortals that displease him. To those that he favors for a time, he's an absolute charmer and prince that bears gifts and roses, to others he could care less for their lives. His superficial attitude hides under it a misgiving ruthless monster with a carnal taste for blood.

Pretentious

↳ Being a top idol even at his announced younger age, Kou is more than just a little prideful of his achievements, making the best out of his status without even a thought of shying or humbling from the knowledge that he is talented. He would take upon his fame and use it to get his way most if not all the time, that paired with his sweet way with words, would often have things be presented to him with smiles and open arms.

Narcissistic

↳ What Kou lacks in suave, he makes up for with excessive confidence in himself. As both a vampire and a man that has the sort of fame and influence which he possesses, he is quite bold to assume his dominance over any given situation or person. And adding to the fact that he knows he has extraordinary beautiful features, there is nothing that he sees in himself unworthy of being prideful for.

Short-tempered

↳ Short-fused and easily nerve-struck, he doesn’t take lightly towards mockery and ridicule. Some words that might seem perfectly acceptable may trigger his anger because of the slightest hint of condemnation. His bad temper easily has him become instantly and physically involved to bring harm to anyone that leaves a bad impression on him. Whether by hurt or by ridicule, he will absolutely get even with them.

Manipulating

↳ To any prey that falls under his grasp, he will make them submit to his commands and sadistic requests. They could be as simple as mere taunts and humiliation that gets them to react to his whim until they would eventually surrender, or it could encompass his influence over the numerous fans he has to commit his bidding, be it to harass someone that he has his gazes on, or directly ruin a person’s lively hood.

Cruel

↳ A far cry of a statement from the atrocities that he could commit against any person that crosses his nerves. A mere rejection or refusal to his demands could end up with someone ruthlessly tortured in the worst ways imaginable. He barely has any form of sympathy or mercy to any others but those he has deemed fitting and worth his time.

Two-faced

↳ Hand in hand with his manipulation, his entire personality is a deception. His behavior morphs from the kindest partner that you could ask for help anytime to the jailer of your local prison. His directive towards people is encompassed by his pure unfiltered emotion which can have him treat one person with the utmost kindness before becoming a sadistic demon when refuted against his will.

Loyal

↳ Reserved only towards his family, he would go to any lengths to protect and care for them. After spending their entire childhood together, they have a bond stronger than mere blood brothers. His greatest loyalty is towards Karlheinz, who he regarded as the saviour that presented him with a second chance at life, and as such he has devoted his later years to completing and fulfilling his given order and newfound purpose.

Bargaining

↳ Being Kou’s most objective outlook in life, he believes that nothing in this world is given for free and that every favour and gift should be paid back with the intent of getting something in return, a pure give-and-take society. That being said, most and every other person that would gain something from him have one common way of returning his gesture, their blood.

☆MBTI: Deep Analysis

E.S.T.P

While not being an entrepreneur, Kou posses the very same needed qualities of a man with undoubted pride and confidence to and whilst embarking on their task. Their roles give them the ability to spark an impact on their immediate surroundings, regardless as they have a way to ease from one group to another while giving off their stature with ease. Entrepreneurs love and adore to be te centre of attention, often times commanding the crowd while they display their arts and talents while coming on their stage. As the this personality suggests, Kou is one to dive head first into any sort of incidents, whether it be pleasent surprises or troubles, earning them a reputation of risky behavious, but with their risk comes their joy in living a life of fun and thrill as personality type enjoy drama, passion, and pleasure, not for emotional thrills, but because it’s so stimulating to their logical minds. They are forced to make critical decisions based on factual, immediate reality in a process of rapid-fire rational stimulus response.

With their activeness in place, it is also known that his makes school and other highly organized environments a challenge for Entrepreneurs. It certainly isn’t because they aren’t smart, and they can do well, but the regimented, lecturing approach of formal education is just so far from the hands-on learning that Entrepreneurs enjoy. It takes a great deal of maturity to see this process as a necessary means to an end, something that creates more exciting opportunities.

Entreperenuers rarely have a sense of heavy morals, often times taking emotions into lesser or non importance, hence feelings of others are not all that important to them, often times trampling and in Kou’s case, using these said emotions to their advantage and stringing a set of manipulations to his advantage.

☆Relationships

Family

Ruki Mukami

↪ Being the eldest of the family, it’s no secret that Kou as well as everyone else deeply respects him. As prideful as Kou can be, he knows that even if he can’t solve everything, he could rely on his eldest brother to help him when things get too desperate for him to handle alone. Ruki is aware that Kou is reckless and a troublemaker that easily draws attention, hence he would be quite stern to warn his actions during most occasions.

Kuron Mukami

↪ The newly inducted member of the family that has rather unique love hate relationship with Kou. Often times, they would be seen together in shoots or on stage as the dynamic duo, on other occasions they would be having arguments and disgruntlemets around the house. Their connection isn’t that far from that of a brotherly bond despite Kuron joining the household later on and him being the second idol within the family.

Yuma Mukami

↪ A steadfast and down to earth brother that everyone can rely on. If Ruki were the leader and mediator, Yuma would be the caretaker that does the most helpful work to preserving the house, tending to the gardens and at most times, the meals. He treats Kou rather bluntly and they have a connection that makes them seem more like friends as they would banter a lot and have fights over the tiniest of subjects, erning them scoldings from Ruki.

Azusa Mukami

↪ The youngest within the family that everyone, including Kou himself, pampers and gives the most care towards, being one with quite the inclination to harm himself. Despite so, Kou has an eager tendency to bully and tease his younger brother from time to time, but all within the bounds of brotherly love as he would try to get his more self-kept brother to be more open and expressive like himself.

Karlheinz

The vampire king is both the savious and benefactor for the brothers, all of them receiving their immortal gifts from his own blood, as such, they have dedicated their lives for the purpose of pursuing the master’s plan for the Adam and Eve Project. Kou himself, receives a more extraordinary and personal gift from the lord of the underworld, his gemmed right eye that grants him the abliteies to read the hearts of men, all this for which Karl was helping Kou understand and open his heart to the world. As such, Karl had also served as a pseudo mentor to Kou personally.

Sakamaki

Despite being the children of the vampire king, the Mukami brothers very often clash and have major disputes with the spawn of their lord, this can stem from their hatred for the nobles and their status as aristocrats, as well as their almighty assumption that they should own and take everything that they can. They don’t necessarily get into unnecessary fights with each other, often times they would keep to themselves, whilst working together during the most dire of situations is possible when needed.

無神家の輝く偶像—☆𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐬★

The Shining Idols is the product of the dynamic duo between Kou Mukami, The Dazzling Pink Idol, and Kuron Nakashiki, Mr Sadistic Cat himself, also the two known remarkable existence that exists like two bright shining stars in the Mukami household where both of them are most commonly seen in multiple projects, ranging from dual featuring albums, partnership photoshoots, as well as multiple big and small film productions that feature their collaborations together. The main reason for their partnership started with the purpose of increasing the charisma of any project they were in. When they are seen and scouted together, they seem to be powerful together like an unstoppable dynamic duo, emitting the air that says "Don't mess with us".

🔒𝖑𝖔𝖈𝖐𝖊𝖉🔒

☆Backstory

Since a young age, he had been forced to live and fend for himself as he was left abandoned and alone in the sewers, surviving on scraps in the dark as the world outside went through war after war and changes. Thus such, the source of his greatest nightmares that went on for years as he spent his time alone in the dark, before he was finally found and retrieved back to the outside world. His whole perception would change as he would be subsequently brought to live in an orphanage in town, where both his dreams and nightmares continued.

Continuing his days as a common boy in the days, his exceptional beauty even as a child plus his unnaturally fast healing, would attract himself to become the prized pet of a dementing high class township, where he would gain he infamous 'give-and-take' with each night of torture that he endures as a plaything for those that would pay the run down orphanage, and with each passing day where he would be rewarded for his 'services', endlessly. For a while, this would be his source of contentment since he could get good food and stay as long as he endured the worst.

During one of his worst days, he would come across a tiny black kitten being bullied by the other children. His own sense of self made him step in to protect it at the expense of his own body. Such since then, perhaps touched by the child, the kitten would spend almost every day with the young Kou, becoming inseparable and irreplaceable friends that would care for each other. (This would also serve as the basis for the reason why Kou happened to be so infatuated with all cats in the future). One day on one of Kou's nightly services, it would all occur as usual until seemingly it was going too far when one of the nobles were about to beat him with a wine bottle and the kitten had jumped forward in the nick of time to defend him, however ultimately, the kitten would be killed from the impact.

The devastation of the lost of his friend would drive Kou back to a stage of pain and grief, where the darkness almost made him kill himself, if not for the intervention by Ruki, that makes him come to his senses. Over time, with the acquaintance Ruki as well as Yuma and Azusa, the now band of brothers that have grown closer together over time, would eventually grab their chance to run away together from the hellish orphanage, where they would be chased along the way, before finally coming across with Karl Heinz, who gave them sanctuary as well their new future together as the Mukami brothers.

☆Headcanons

≫Not many know but sometimes when Ruki kicks Kou out to return cats away, he'll eventually bring them to his personal cat hotel, where there's a whole shop's worth of them.

≫Despite the multitude of accessories he owns, he almost never changes between them. Hence, he still owns a full box of unopened items.

≫He eats food that's dropped on the ground, it's a habit—usually during brain fart moments. He gets a lot of scolding from the others but he proceeds to eat them like nothing happened.

≫He may have one of the higher body counts out of everyone of the known vampires since he's quite the 'active' fellow. But it's not just the sexual kind…if you get the ghist of it.

≫Little do people know, he does have a few specialty black clothing that he keeps in the closet that just knows are a to die for clothing, he just saved them for a particular event so not to spoil the image and surprise.

≫Kou does actually have a favorite kind of bread that he doesn't even know he would love. This is because of an incident in his past that made him feel comfort from a single bite, and until he tastes it again, he would never realize he loves it.

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“It's everyone's favorite charming pop idol —Kou Mukami the 𝐃𝐚𝐳𝐳𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐈𝐝𝐨𝐥☆ reporting in. Let's get along together from now on, shall we, M Neko-chan?~”

"You must know who I am right? I'm suuuper duper famous! It's your loss if you don't even recognize me, you're basically being graced by the presence of a shining idol and you don't even know it, you should be grateful for that!"

“So why don’t we have some fun~ As long as you listen to me and do as I say, you'll be just fine during your stay. And when I do give you any gifts, you better have something else prepared to return as a token of favour to me.”

“After all...”

"It's a mere world of Give and Take…”

-*:･ﾟ✧(=✪ ᆺ ✪=)*:･ﾟ✧

[salazarsslytherin]

Things to be considered before Purchasing Gold Jewelry

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Fashion jewelry is likewise very famous yet, Gold jewelry adds a touch of classiness and style. Furthermore, it is likewise perhaps of the best gift which we can give and get for any extraordinary occasion. In any case, there are a few things that you really want to consider while choosing or purchasing gold jewelry. Look at the most recent patterns in fashion and investigate what the superstars are wearing and adjust it to suit you. You should consider the state of your face, skin color, the garments you wear and your personality to make the jewelry to upgrade your looks. Today, men's jewelry is filling in fame and a simple chain, bracelet or a ring can add a final touch of style.

The following thing that you want to consider is the color of gold jewelry you need to wear. Pure gold is yellow in color. However gold jewelry in different colors is likewise accessible on the present market to suit your style. To accomplish a specific color of gold jewelry, it is mixed with different sorts and proportions of metals during the alloying system. White and rose colored gold are increasingly famous in UK today, despite the fact that your personal taste, your skin color and the garments you are wearing should be thought about. Yellow gold jewelry is ideal with cream, camel and rustic colors. A mix of white or rose and yellow gold or a few colored gold makes exceptionally flexible jewelry. Other than yellow, one of the most well known colors of gold is white. White gold is produced using a combination of pure gold with different metals, like silver and palladium. White gold in jewelry is off-white gold composite and it is generally upgraded by rhodium plating to have a profoundly intelligent white surface.

One more element that you want to consider in purchasing gold jewelry is its Carat. Gold Carat shows the purity of the metal. The most noteworthy grade accessible is 24 karat gold. However, a great many people lean toward 14 karat gold jewelry. The reason is very simple-gold is an extremely delicate metal, the purer the milder it is. Consequently pure gold jewelry is costly however not sturdy. For greater sturdiness purchasing a lower carat gold is better. 10 karat gold jewelry is frequently purchased for lifetime things, for example, wedding bands and wedding bands. In other hand, 24 karat gold jewelry is great for neckbands that will be worn occasionally. Inclination for a specific Carat is many times in light of social elements.

[shewalksthelefthandpath]

A Gothic Themed Day of Thanks

Wow! A couple days till Thanksgiving here in Canada, things have just been wild here so time is getting away from me in the not the best ways.

BUT! Let’s get right into today’s topic; Gothing Up Thanksgiving!

I love cooking for my family, I love spending time with my family, and any day where I get to do both is a day I’m going to thrive on. So while I can’t decorate or plan the meal myself (since we are living in a generational household now) I will share with you the setup and menu for my DREAM Thanksgiving, Let’s go!~

Colour Scheme: 

Black, Gold, and Deep Plum Black, Silver and Ox blood red Black, Rose gold and Pastel Pink Black, Antique gold and Sage green 

Tablescape:

Starting with a solid coloured table cloth in one of the accent colours (plum, red, green, or pink) and laying a black lace cloth over top. A textured table runner also in black, either velvet, taffeta, or a delicately patterned black quilted runner. I would rather use charger plates than placemats so I would pick chargers in the accent colour and go with simple black dinnerware. Cutlery would be one of the metals, and I would aim for them to be a little more fancy. Napkins would also be cloth and black and the rings would be one of the metals with an accent colour as detail. As the centre display I’m thinking two candelabras in a matte black finish with pearlescent or metallic black taper candles, fall foliage and florals in our accent colours with a cloche on a stand with a delicate display of fungi, moss and bones. I’d also look into vintage coloured glass drinkware, coloured crystal, and coffee and tea cups in the accent colours all mismatched and unique.  

Appetisers:

Cranberry Pecan baked Brie, Prosciutto Asparagus Puff Pastry wraps, and Since we’re Maritimers a Creamy Lobster dip with Toasted Pita, served about two hours before dinner so as not to spoil supper.

Soup/Salad:

Roasted Tomato and Red pepper soup or a Butternut Soup with cheddar and maple bacon. A small serving, and maybe a Autumn pear salad~.

Main Meal:

Now I like a good turkey like everyone else but I hate the heartburn that comes with it afterwards, I say this so that no one freaks out that I won’t be including turkey on my menu list. Instead I think a Roasted rack of lamb that the whole family chips in on would be amazing, with garlic and butter, rosemary, and maybe even some balsamic brown sugar sauce~. Garlic parmesan roasted carrots (cause let’s be honest here I am not going to coin or mash all my veggies….that is a small peeve of mine, but I digress), maple bacon brussel sprouts, caramelised sweet potatoes, and classic creamy garlic mashed potatoes. Then my grandmother’s stuffing and cranberry sauce. Maybe even a delicious mushroom gravy. 

Dessert:

I adore making desserts, and on top of that I love when they are small so I can offer more than one thing, so I would go the route of making little pies such as classic pumpkin, apple, and a cherry. This would be so I could really wow my family with a bigger dessert display of a pecan pie cheesecake (cause I love cheesecake!). This way I could have fun and make tiny options for those who would want something lighter after a rather rich and larger dinner or allow everyone to try a little of everything.

Drinks:

In our house we do wine with dinner so since we’d have lamb I would get a nice red wine, there’s a sweet little place out in the valley that does amazing local wine and their Autumnal red would be so good with this imaginary dinner. After dinner it’s coffee or tea or if we’re feeling saucy a cocktail. Something like an Earl Grey Blackberry Bourbon cocktail, or a Campfire cocktail with a little roasted marshmallow. 

Hopefully this didn’t make you all too hungry! To my Canadian friends and family, Happy Day of Thanks and Gratitude, and to my American friends and family, I hope this gave you some ideas! If you have any ideas of your own you’d like to share let us know and hit up our email at shewalksthelefthandpath@gmail.com! You just might see it on the blog!