#jewelry for ashes

[retrogamingblog2]

Gold Pokemon Rings made by Orion Ivliev

[entity-treasury]

Did anyone ask for a Mechanisms inspired jewelry line? No? Too bad, here’s the first:

Ashes O’Reilly

[cherrycherish]

A hedge knight manages to vanquish a troublesome drake, and the local lord rewards him with a title, a small keep, and servants. The twist is, the knight unbirthed the dragon, locking the beast inside of his womb; so now he waddles about with a gut that nearly touches the floor, and requires lots of tending from his manservants~

"M'Lord?" The ever faithful servant Finn carefully applied more salve to his lord's behemoth of a belly, "Are you awake?"

Ash merely let out a pitiful groan in response, his skin stretched by the furious writhing of the drake he'd ensnared inside. From the engorged belly riddled with stretch marks and the miserable noises he was making, most people would never believe he was an accomplished and well respected knight only a month ago.

He hadn't exactly planned on trapping the dragon within himself, it had just sort of happened in the heat of the battle. At first he was convinced that he'd burst like a melon and the dragon would go free, but after spending a whole day clutching his giant gut in agony it became clear that the beast couldn't escape, and slowly, terribly slowly, it was indeed shrinking down. After patiently waiting for oh so long, Ash managed to get to his feet and waddle out of the dragon's lair, the beast easily thrice his size.

The other knights had successfully petitioned the local lord to give him a title for his great feat, and even helped collect the mass of gold the dragon had been hoarding in its lair, leaving Ash with a small mountain of money and a new, rather lavish estate. He felt incredibly grateful as he was certain his days as a knight were now behind him, and the only thing in front of him was his oversized belly.

The servants were also a blessing, as he was much too heavy to do things himself, he doubted he could even get dressed on his own. Finn and Lowry had immediately warmed to him upon being hired, tending to his every need and teasing him for sticking an entire dragon into his cunt. They were the only ones who knew the truth after spending so much time up close and personal with his overtaxed form.

The angry growls and movement were mostly hidden by his layered clothing and fairly reclusive lifestyle, but obviously he couldn't hide the truth from his closest servants. Luckily, they didn't seem bothered by his occupied womb, and he was enjoying finally getting to put his feet up and live a pampered lifestyle, even if he spent at least a quarter of his time nursing a stomachache from hell.

"I'm back!" Lowry said quietly, taking his place at Ash's unoccupied side, handing him a small vial, "The apothecary said that there's no way to force it to shrink any quicker, and this was the only thing that would help. She said you'll likely be stuck dealing with the movement until it shrinks down into an egg."

"And what's the potion do?"

"Erm, she spoke in riddles the whole time, so I'm not entirely sure, something about temperature control. She did advise to place coins in the mattress, apparently it soothes the beast."

Ash studied the murky contents of the vial before figuring that things couldn't exactly get much worse, and swallowed the fluid in one gulp. It tasted strange but not unbearable, and he wondered what exactly it would do to ease his condition.

Finn's warm hands continued to glide across the lord's form, paying extra attention to the angry red stretch marks littering his poor belly.

"Go fetch the lord's meal, it should be nearly ready."

Lowry pouted, climbing out of the large bed, "Fine, but when I get back I'm having a turn rubbing his belly."

Finn smiled and kissed at the skin above Ash's popped belly button, earning him a needy whimper for his efforts. The dragon forced one of its scaled paws against the walls of the womb, making Ash gasp and moan miserably. The dragon's size had diminished enough for it to move around much more freely than when he'd first captured it, before it could hardly move at all and now he feared it was going to rip right out of him.

As the former knight clutched his gut and waited for the beast to settle down, he wondered what that damn apothecary had given him. He still felt irritable and hot and stretched, why wasn't there a potion to shrink oversized lizards?

Lowry soon returned with a large cart of food and the smell of it seemed to settle the dragon, as it stopped trying to force its way out of him and finally curled back up. Ash's gut growled hungrily as his servants went about feeding him.

"I can feed myself, y'know?" He said between bites of food.

"We don't know what's upsetting the drake, M'Lord, it's best if you focus on recovering your strength." Lowry brought another bite to his lord's mouth, "After the beast has shrunk down, you'll have plenty of opportunities to stuff your fat face with your own hands."

"Urp! My face isn't fat."

Lowry eyed the second chin that was slowly sprouting, raising an amused brow at Finn, "Of course, M'Lord."

After an obscene amount of food had been packed into their lord, Finn went about cleaning up and Lowry finally got a turn to rub the butterball himself, happily listening to the noises of his lord's tender belly all the while.

"Would you, ugh, do something for me?" Ash asked, nearly being drowned out by his own noisy gut.

"Try again, M'Lord." Lowry pinched the fat on Ash's thigh in admonishment.

A lord doesn't have to ask nicely for his servants to do anything, ever. It was a concept the former knight was still adjusting to. Sometimes he wondered who was in charge of who.

Ash went pink to his ears before giving the order, "Fill me, now."

"Yes M'Lord." Lowry chirped, wasting no time in rolling Ash over, spreading his legs and making the most obscene slurping sounds possible while lapping at his wet eager cunt.

Once Finn returned and Lowry was finally sliding his thick cock in, the round lord flexed his hips and reached out eagerly, "N-Need more!"

"So greedy, Lord Ash. One cock just isn't enough for you." Finn pulled himself free of his trousers and let Ash swallow his dick easily.

Getting fucked like a whore while his full womb weighed him down was the best part of his new life, his hair being pulled on by one man while the other gripped his plush hips. His body felt so hot but so good, he needed to feel their cum filling him up.

As their pace picked up, the drake shifted and Ash prayed that the beast wouldn't try tearing him apart until after he'd finished. His wet cunt squeezed tight around his servant and when hot seed spilled inside him he tumbled into his own shuddering orgasm. Finn followed shortly after, making his lord swallow it all with a content smile.

"I think I know what the potion does now, Lord Ash."

"Yeah?" His mind was still awash in post coital bliss, and he could only figure that there was no way the potion was making him any hornier than he always was.

"You can't feel that?" Finn gestured to his middle, making Ash actually take a proper look at himself, finding his body had gotten much doughier.

His double chin was undeniable now along with a set of soft tits where his pecs once were, his hips and thighs were ever wider, and his once tight, round dome of a belly was flabby, a roll even settled in his lap as he sat up.

"Why... Would that help with a dragon?"

Lowry shrugged, hands playing with his rolls, "Insulation? Maybe being kept warmer makes it less aggressive?" Dragons clearly had a desire for excess and indulgence, this could simply be another manifestation of that.

"Which means we really should be feeding you even more."

Ash scoffed, "We aren't even sure that it helps keep the beast quiet."

"What's the harm? If it shrinks down considerably people will find that more strange than you getting even fatter."

The former knight huffed, imagining how he'd look by the time the drake had completely shrunk down into an egg, "You both just want to stuff me like a pig."

"If you don't want to, say that. We're here to serve." Lowry jiggled his fat, taunting him, "Just say the word and I'll tell the cooks you're on a diet."

Yeah, right. Ash had no interest in eating egg whites and spinach everyday. There was hardly any point to being a lord with a mass of gold if he couldn't eat what he wanted.

"To hell with that." He said, his face completely pink, "I... Enjoy it, the food, you two feeding me, mocking me about how my clothes don't fit, filling me, I don't want you to stop."

"That wasn't so hard, now was it?" Finn kissed his double chin, "Maybe some warmer clothes would help quiet the drake as well? I can call for the tailor."

Ash stretched, feeling the weight of the dragon shift inside him slightly, "Not today, I want a bath and a nap."

His servants smiled at him, "At once, M'Lord."

It wasn't until the beginning of the next season that the dragon had finally settled as a large egg permanently trapped inside his womb, and by then Ash had blimped into a typical spoiled lord, so fat and adorned with gold that anyone who didn't know better would easily assume he'd always been a noble. In a way, the region had swapped one gluttonous beast for another.

[merovingian-marvels]

Yggdrasil

Yggdrasil is a tree from Nordic myth that acts as an Axis Mundis, a way to connect different “worlds” to the one we know.

The world tree was previously labeled as a European Ash, but research from 1911 suggests it may be a Taxus instead. Taxi were called “needle ash” in Old Norse which may have let to the confusion. The Eddic texts mention Yggdrasil as vetgrønster vida, meaning “evergreen”, which ash trees are not. The importance of evergreens was established well before the Vikings, going as far back as the Iron Age. It is no coincidence that our current Christmas trees are evergreens.

One of the meanings to Ygg is “ageless, everlasting or age-old”, taxi can live tens of thousands of years. Yggdrasil and Odin are completely intertwined, with both the god and the tree representing drift.

Image credit: unknown Danish engraver for Oluf Olufsen Bagge’s “Prose Edda”, 1847

[a-cat-in-toffee]

Having Thoughts about Kota & Wight (bc of todays freak week prompt) and I’m soooo curious, so Wight very much likes making it known by telling people Virion and Kota are His, right? So I’m wondering if all of them have any physical showing to people they meet in their world that makes it known that they are each others? (Example: jewelry, tattoo, etc. that connect to each other in some way whether in color or more obvious with names or symbols) :3?

OKAY SO! I THINK ABOUT THIS A LOT! this answer is kind of? Virion lovvess wearing things that are red because they contrast his normal colors and also wight and kota are both red ! (this is actually smthn I think i put in his design ? the little ring at the end of his braid is red.) kota has a littol bit of a complicated relationship with that sort of stuff so he generally doesn't, and the fact that Wight is the only person kota ever listens to is enough for Wight.

speaking of Wight this freak loves showing off any bites or marks or scars from Kota SO much. it's part of the reason he refuses to let ashe ever heal him.

[yoshidatommy]

Usually I draw, but recently...

Behold: Jalim-themed earrings

[shironezuninja]

Waiting for my private art trade.

[oblivious-troll]

Hear me out, Fairy au

Jason's theme being cold, frost, and moon

Salim's theme being heat, fire, and sun

I lowkey want to flesh this out into something more 👀 if anyone would be interested

[kiunlo]

um hello it's the third day of using blender. am i doing this right

[silverselfshippingchaos]

GUYSSSS I USED THIS PICREW TO MAKE ME AND MY HUSBAND!!!!

[evi4th]

swagdoons my scrimblos

imagine a au where its like swagdoons zombie apocalypse and then like theyre livin together killing shit going through abandoned buildings whatever then theyre one of the last survivors and then reddoons like ruh roh bit and then ashswag has to kill this guy he's known for months in his arms. then they like lovingly look into eachothers eyes as red slowly fades out of consciousness. thats it thats the au

[greenbergsays]

Picture it: it's 8:30am on a Friday morning, I don't feel particularly well because I think the Teenager gave me a stomach bug or we caught it at the same time idk, but I don't feel bad enough to call in so I'm working through my morning on ginger snaps and ginger ale

And as I'm walking through the parking lot at work, this rando vendor stops me while I'm minding my own goddamn business, this ancient ass white man with the audacity, and he says to me, "I just wanted to say thank you! [...] You look like a woman and that's so rare to see nowadays."

Buddy, I am a barely functioning non-binary-maybe-genderfluid-maybe-trans asshole that decided to wear a dress today, just because I have prominent tits and no pants on does not mean I am a woman or even particularly feel like one

Did I say that to him? No. Because I'm tired and I don't feel good and I swear the universe only ever puts me in these situations when it knows I won't cause an incident

[spiritualcuriosities]

A ring I made a few months back. It's shoddy, bigger than intended, and I haven't done anything with it magically yet, but I'm still pretty proud of it

I designed it with some ideas in mind, but I'm trying to figure out how to best leverage the materials used to maximize efficiency. I haven't used metals in my magic all that much before

[hoperays-song]

Do you have any thoughts on what Clay Calloway would wear outside of what he actually wears? I'd love to hear your ideas!

Absolutely! Into the folders I go, hope you enjoy!! - <3 Gooseless

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So Clay is the senior member of the leather jacket gang on set (Johnny and Ash are the other members). His is his old motorcycle jacket from when he was younger so it has a lot of wear and patches on it. In the Human AU it does have a fluffy collar too.

Vintage band t-shirts (that he probably was given by said bands) make up almost all of Clay's shirts. He does layer them with flannels, typically red ones, just like Ash does.

Jeans. Clay wears only jeans or dress pants. No in-between.

He wears military/motorcycle boots. Partially because it's what he's used to, partially because of his motorcycle, ...mainly because it looks cool.

And for accessories, he wears a necklace with his first guitar pick on it and a ton of spike earrings. Like all different sizes, mainly in ode to his days as a younger rockstar. He also wears aviator sunglasses a lot, which Ash teases him about relentlessly, especially when he wears them indoors. Clay also wears his wedding ring, which is a traditional Irish Claddagh ring. He wears it on his left hand on the third finger with the heart pointing inwards.

P.s.+Fun Fact: Irish Claddagh rings symbolize love (the heart), loyalty (the crown), and friendship (the hands). It can be worn in different positions to mean different relationship statuses.

[kaiju-booty]

anyone who's like "oh i want a weird gf" but is like "oh ew" when they try to keep your gallbladder after you get it taken out is fucking weak

[daintyduck99]

 tearfully confessing in a lengthy text, too scared to do so in person just in case this all goes horribly wrong and any Carrie ship of your choosing?

"You hit send, didn't you?"

Carrie levels Kayla with a look that's almost impressively stone-faced, aside from the flush that dusts her cheeks and the tears that shimmer in her eyes.

She takes a long sip of her mimosa.

Kayla sighs, setting her own freshly made mimosa on her coffee table. She joins Carrie on the couch and pats her arm.

"Babe. Give me your phone."

"Or," Carrie says slowly, fixing her eyes on the fruit platter Kayla had preemptively made after the latest updates following Julie's tour, "we could go for a little drive and throw my phone into the sea."

Kayla rolls her eyes. "Just let me see."

"No. I'm never being vulnerable again."

What she's being is ridiculous, but Kayla supposes she gets a pass after pining for at least twelve years, and for growing enough as a person to be vulnerable at all.

Still, though. Self-flagellation isn't cute.

"I'm all for you confessing," Kayla soothes, "but you couldn't have waited like, a week? Doesn't she have plans to come see you first thing? That would've been perfect."

Carrie shakes her head. She releases a shaky breath, and a single tear escapes, cutting a glistening path down her cheek.

"I had to do it now. That dedication she did? I don't know who it was for, but I can't get it out of my head. She's always—affected me like that. Always."

Kayla wants to ask if she told her that, but Carrie continues before she can.

"But she could have anyone, you know? Hell, Luke is right there. If you wanted someone headstrong, why not go for him and not the girl who—who tore you down after your mom died? Why not the guy who helped give music back to you?"

"You're not that person anymore," Kayla says softly, "and in her eyes, you've done more than enough to make up for it."

Carrie scoffs. "Yeah, but she's basically a saint. And I had no reason to resent her—"

"You were grieving, too—"

"And it was selfish of me!"

Carrie's crying freely, now, lips trembling.

Kayla can only blink at her, astonished by the rawness of her outburst.

"It was selfish of me," Carrie repeats, furiously scrubbing at her face, "and the way I love her has always been like that."

Kayla gently pries the empty glass out of Carrie's hand. She wraps her in a hug.

"Care. Love is inherently a bit selfish."

Carrie sniffles into Kayla's hair.

"Yeah, well. My hopes aren't high, or anything. Writing it out seemed like the least humiliating way to admit it. I just want us to be able to move past this."

"She does love you in some way, she would never let something like this—"

Carrie's phone trills, and they startle apart.

She's a killer queen~

Kayla snatches it out of Carrie's lap, ignoring her indignant gasp, and dances out of dodge as she goes to snatch it back. She springs off of the couch, making her way around the table as she hits accept.

"Hello?"

Julie hums tentatively. "Kayla?"

"Yeah, I stole Carrie's phone. She wanted to ditch it at the bottom of the Pacific."

Carrie shrieks, chasing Kayla around the coffee table, but Kayla has the home advantage. She's also had less mimosas.

Julie lets out a startled laugh.

"Could you put her on? She'll want to hear what I have to say, I promise."

"Trust me, I'm not the one who needs any reassurance."

Kayla stops dodging Carrie, grinning as she wrestles her phone away with a huff.

"Hey—I know that was a longass text, I wouldn't blame you if you didn't—"

Kayla has to physically clamp her hand over her mouth to keep a squeal from spilling out as Carrie freezes like a startled doe, her brown eyes wide. She blushes.

"E-every word? Oh, that's—no, it wasn’t a perfect reply to your dedication, don't—"

Whatever Julie replies with is sharp, and Carrie's mouth snaps shut. Her eyes are shimmering with tears again, and Kayla takes that as her cue to leave the room.

Needless to say, she knows that Carrie won't be here with her a week from now, and Kayla smiles to herself, sipping at the mimosa she'd whisked off of the table.