#marquis cobalt

[beth-purcell]

Various doodles of my Oz characters (and Pilripat) and @hah-studios's Wonderland of Oz characters cause the comic is a delight and the plot bunnies be gremlins haha

Enjoy!

[elfboyeros]

The Chase

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“--When I was wandering around the college I stubbled in on a meeting!”

While wandering through the halls of the academy, the deceased math teacher heard the soft voice of his daughter, going back and further with a group of individuals.

“My god, I’m tired of this!”

“Helvetica, please, Greyson will be here in a few minutes.” Lilybeth huffed, as Cobalt floated himself into the conference room.

“Just calm down Helvetica,” a woman with a lace eye covering, in dark Victorian era style clothes.

“Melione, you don’t wanna sit here just as much as I do!” Helvetica scoffed.

“You just want to go home, young Caspari,” a much older man with white hair and a salt-and-pepper beard commented.

“Hazel?! How is that old man still fucking alive?!” Cobalt commented.

“I’m sorry, I’m the only one in this room who loves their spouse!” Helvetica huffed.

“I love my wife,” Melione muttered pouting.

“Then let me rephrase,” Helvetica mocked, “I am the only one who wants to spend time with my spouse! Ambrose is only here for the next 2 weeks, and then he has to go to Marquis Island. This meeting could be an email!”

“Then next time I will send an email,” Greyson remarked entering the room.

“Cobalt, please don’t tell me you are going to explain this whole meeting—”

“Fine, ruin my storytelling. They had their meeting, and I was curious so I followed Olympia--”

“And?”

“My god, you are an impatient little girl!” Cobalt huffed.

“You have woken me up at 2 a.m. get to the point!” Amora remarked in a hushed tone.

“When I followed Olympia, somehow, after she entered the library I lost her!” Cobalt explained, “As if I blacked out! I followed her down a little hallway off the library and everything went black and fuzzy, so I waited for Olympia and she just leftl maybe 30 minutes ago.”

“And you think this has something to do with your death?” Amora asked.

“I don’t see how it couldn’t, that has never happened to me before, and I’ve roamed around the school for years and have memory of the hallway off the library,” Cobalt answered.

“Okay, so at some point tomorrow, in between having classes, I’m supposed to find this random hallway that you can’t even help me find?” Amora sighed.

“You wanna get rid of me right!?” Cobalt remarked.

Amora sighed, rubbing her face while nodding, “Okay, fine, just let me go back to sleep.”

“Goodnight Chickadee,” Cobalt commented as Amora laid back down, “sweet dreams.”

When she woke up the next morning, Amora had already formed a plan by the time she was brushing her teeth. She would spend her 20-minute breaks between breakfast and lunch figuring out where the random hallway was, what Olympia was doing, and why it affected Cobalt.

“Hey lovely! You have Fashion Studies right?” Loki called from their room while Amora was in the bathroom.

“Yeah,” Amora replied, poking her head in the doorway, “Why?”

“Elective Classes have been canceled for the day,” Loki answered. The school just emailed about it; it’s some kind of professional day for the elective classes.”

“Perfect!”

“What do you mean perfect?” Loki asked, looking at the blonde and pink-haired girl confused.

It’s silent for a moment,  Loki looking at Amora with a muddled expression, and Amora looking back at Loki with an apprehensive gaze, “Lovely…”

“I have to go to the library and spy on Mrs. Berkshire!” Amora blurted out.

Loki blinked a few times attempting to process what was said, “… Okay… I'm assuming this has to do with Cobalt, right?”

“Yes,” Amora sighed defeatly.

“We’re lucky that Loki didn’t kill me because your little crush on her would make things rather difficult, chickadee,” Cobalt commented in the ethereal plane.

The young American girl’s face instantly became hot, “I’M GOING TO CLASS!” She shrieked before leaving their room.

“Wait up, Jesus!”

While in Gothic Lit. dispute enjoying Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein, in the classroom discussion on why Victor’s monster was created, and what Victor’s flaws were,  Amora was not engaged, rather she continued to ponder Cobalt's situation. Where is this hall? Where is the door? Why hasn’t she noticed it? Why does this one hallway make Cobalt “pass out”? What down the hall?

“Amora…” Loki remarked gathering her things at the end of class to no response.

“Amora,” Cobalt remarked still  getting her attention.

“…Lovely,” the British girl commented poking Amora’s cheek and finally grabbing her attention, “You’re spacing out on me, girly.”

“Sorry, sorry,” Amora sighed, quickly gathering her things and leaving Helevtica’s classroom, heading to the library with Loki right behind her. “Why are you following me?”

“I’m not sitting in my algebra class while you get yourself into trouble in the library alone.”

“Don’t skip algebra for me, Loki come on,” Amora scoffed.

“Amora, I think you fail to realize, I want to help you,” Loki added, “I don’t like what this whole haunting is doing to you.”

“That’s rather harsh,” Cobalt muttered.

“Loki, you barely know me,” Amora muttered, “Just go to class, I’ll figure this out myself.”

“I don’t give a flying fuck if I don’t know you!” Loki remarked sternly taking a long stride and standing in front of her preventing her from moving, “You can’t expect me to let you do this alone!”

“Loki, move!” Amora shouted slightly, while they both stared each other down in the hallway.

“Do you not realize that I care about you?! I rather like you, Amora! You are fun to be around, I like hanging out with you! Even in the month, I’ve known you, you’ve been come miserable because of this dead man who thought to ask a young girl to help ascend to the afterlife!”  Loki explained.

“That makes me sound like a creep!” Cobalt muttered as Amora’s face got hotter.

Amora sighed, “Fine,” she mumbled, “do whatever you want Loki.”

The grunge girl stepped aside letting Amora pass by her allowing her to get to the library, “Cobalt,” Amora whispered, “Where is the door?”

“Right wall,” he replied.

Amora carried herself to the right side of the library nestling herself in-between bookshelves without trying to look normal in the now crowded library.

“What are we looking for?” Loki asked, quietly over her shoulder.

“I need to get behind that door,” Amora grumbled.

A door in the dark wooden wall of the rotunda, with a little wooden sign hanging from the hook attached to the door marked staff only.

“Well, the checkout station has a direct view of that door,” Loki informed, “so I think we have to wait until she isn’t around.”

“Goddamnit,” Amora muttered slinking back in between the many bookshelves on the first floor before sitting down at a table with Loki, keeping an eye on the unmoveable mistress that was Olympia Berkshire.

Watching the librarian is annoying. Just watching that woman sit at the checkout counter reading is annoying. Of course, having Loki sit in front directly in her line of sight doesn’t help. Even if Loki’s trying to read, her presence makes it difficult for Amora to focus.

“Lovely,” Loki cooed.

“What?” Amora inquired through gritted teeth, trying not to look at Loki directly.

“If you keep staring you’ll be noticed.”

“Olympia hasn’t even moved, how will I be noticed?!”

“Not by her by all the other people here,” Loki answered, “Come on you don’t wanna be the girl that just… stares, do you?”

“When has something like this been a concern for you?” Amora scoffed.

“When it could affect you,” Loki replied plainly, “Now just look at me for a minute…”

Amora sighed looking directly at her, still about to see the checkout counter out of the corner of her eye, “…There we go,” Loki sighed with a smile, “Even when you’re angry you’re cute.”

Amora’s cheeks grew hot as Loki’s smile turned into a smirk, “You say stuff just to get on my nerves,” Amora muttered.

“Do I really get on your nerves?” Loki chuckled, resting her chin on her hands, “Or are you just falling in love with me?”

“Oh ho ho,” Cobalt chuckled.

Amora’s whole face was almost the color of her newly dyed hair, “You are the most—”

“Do I need to give you time to come up with a good insult?”

“You—”

“Hey, girls!”

Amora and Loki looked in the direction of Odysseus’s voice seeing his smiling eyes with Solomon beside him, “Woah, nice hair, Amora,” the blonde boy remarked before asking,  “Loki, why aren’t you in Algebra?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” she retorted.

“I requested a personal hour so I could study for my anatomy exam,” he replied, “Odysseus offered to help me study.”

“Mind if we sit?” Odysseus asked.

“Yeah, sure,” Loki replied before both boys sat beside the girls.

Amora gave her roommate a look that could only be described that could be described as a “why did you do that,” glare.

“If she isn’t moving, what will it hurt to have them sit with us,” Loki whispered.

Amora sighed beginning to read as Loki assisted Solomon in his study with Odysseus. It was odd seeing Loki be so helpful to someone other than her brothers, even though Odysseus was basically a brother to her thanks to his friendship with Lance. Hearing her voice overlaid with the calmness of both Solomon and Odysseus’s tones was soothing background noise to reading.

“Hey Cassiopeia,” Solomon remarked.

“Oh no it’s the wicked witch,” Loki muttered jokingly.

Cassiopeia clicked her tongue on the roof of her mouth, as she approached the small table, “Solomon, do you have any idea where Calliope is?” she asked.

“She should be in Mrs. Rhea’s class unless she skipped like Loki,” Solomon answered.

“I saw her hanging out with Iphigenie during block one,” Odysseus added, “I think they talked about having lunch together.”

Cassiopeia sighed beginning to play with the ring on her fingers, “If you see her today, can you tell her I need to talk to her?” she asked Solomon.

Amora looked up from her book noticing the uneasy look on Cassiopeia’s face, “I mean yeah, but you too are roommates,” Solomon replied, “and sisters.”

“She’s avoiding me for some reason,” Cassiopeia muttered.

“Sure, Cass, if I see Calliope, I’ll tell you need to talk to her,” Solomon said with a smile before the blonde girl in red walked away.

Loki hummed, “I wonder what that was about.”

Solomon shrugged, flipping through his notecards and asking Odysseus a question as Amora looked up at the checkout counter, seeing it vacant. She jumped up silently dismissing herself and heading for the door she needed to get into.

“Did you forget what we were doing?” Cobalt scoffed.

“You could have told me she left!” Amora whispered to the ghostly figure.

Looking around the area close to the door, no one was around to catch her in the act, allowing her to sneak through the door, leaving her standing in a long thin hallway alone. It’s similar to the rest of the college: gothic, dark. Ivory-colored wallpaper with clay-colored leaf patterns, and dark oak paneling on the walls, and dark tile floor with intricate designs. Portraits hung on the walls as Amora slowly walked down the long antechamber, of people she didn’t recognize but who seemed important by the plaques next to the frames, that she didn’t have time to read.

As she ventured forward the hall began to smell heavy of geraniums and lilac making Amora’s head hurt as her limbs felt heavy as she continued to walk. Finally reaching the end of the hallway, Amora was greeted with a large oak door and two small cubbies in the wall with mauve-colored candles that seemed to be the source of the heavy lilac scent in the air. Her head pounding with the feeling as if someone was driving icepicks into her eye sockets, making her close her eyes, she leaned against the small area of the wall next to the door in an attempt to make the pain stop.

Creaking her eyes open she could see that the door was opened slightly allowing her to look into the room behind it. From what could be seen through her narrow vision looked like an alchemist's office, and the smelled a heavy sweetness, that Amora could almost taste. Cling bottles and the sound of glass objects being shuffled around could be heard along with a feminine humming as Amora’s headache only grew. There was not only the pounding it, and the ice pitch feeling behind her eyes, but now the addition of nauseous as it felt like someone was squeezing the sides of her head.

Amora stumbled back, shutting her eyes tight, and holding her head before seeing flashing of teacups, Olympia, a room that looked fit for an alchemist covered in books, alchemy, and chemistry tools while feeling as if her mouth was burning and couldn’t breathe.

She needed to get out!

Hobbling back down the hallway, she couldn't help but cough, behind her hand, as she walked bumping into the walls and knocking herself into the portraits before reaching the exit falling to her knees in front of the staff-only door and coughing up a storm while holding her throat and chest. Head still aching and now acutely aware of how bright the lights were and how loud even the library was.

“Amora! What did you see what I saw!?” Cobalt exclaimed, before laughing and dancing around.

“Amora, oh my god!” Loki gasped, rushing to her side, “What happened in there?!”

Amora continued to gasp for air, “Amora, breathe, please!” Loki ordered softly, crouching in front of the American girl, cupping her face in her pale hands. Amora’s skin caked in sweat as Loki brushed her hair way from her face, “Look at me. Take slow deep breaths.”

Amora inhaled and exhaled slowly beginning to feel a little more normal besides the pounding in her head and the sensitivity to the other head lighting, “There we go lovely,” Loki cooed, stroking Amora’s cheek, “What happened in there?”

“I-I don’t know, I-I-I felt like I was dying! There was like an alchemy room?! Teacups and Ms. Berkshire?!” Amora exclaimed, fumbling her words as she spoke before covering her leaves, “And Cobalt won’t stop laughing and yelling!”

“Like in agony or—”

“Like he’s celebrating!” Amora all but shrieked before muttering, “God, you old fuck!”

“You think you can make it to class?” Loki asked.

Right, class.

“Amora, are you alright?”

“Yeah, Yeah,” Amora huffed, wobbling as she stood up, “Crap! I’m going to be late!”

“Amora!” Loki called, watching Amora stumble and run out of the library.

Running through the empty halls of the school the still feeling as if her in entire body was being pulled into the ground. Stumbling into Lilybeth’s classroom she grabbed the attention of everyone, “Uh… Amora…” Lilybeth questioned.

“I-I-I’m sorry,” she panted.

“Just please sit down.”

Amora nodded, sitting down in her regular seat next to Iphigenie, “Amora you okay?” she asked whispering.

“No,” she muttered, before laying her head down on the desk in front of her.

Everything is too loud, yet completely silent, everything hurts so badly, yet even with her eyes closed and her head down there is no peace, there is no reprieve.

“Amora?”

A pointy nail poked the back of her skull making her raise her head, now in an almost empty classroom with her math teacher, who looked at her concerned, “Chickadee? Are you alright?”

Amora let out a little groan, “I’m sorry, I guess…” she muttered standing up and stumbling back slightly.

“Amora!” Lilybeth exclaimed, “I think you need to go the nurse, let’s—”

“Chickadee, what’s happening?”

“Your dad—” Before Lilybeth took hold of her arms to help Amora kept steady.

“Iphigenie, can you grab my phone it’s on my desk.”

“Loki,” Amora muttered, “I need… Loki—”

“Amora!” Lilybeth gasped as Amora collapsed to the floor.

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MUSE LIST - ROYALTY

Andrealphus - Homosexual Homoromantic, Monogamous Cis Male - 33+ - FC: Official Art

Name: Andrealphus

Nicknames: Andrea, Andy (Stella Exclusive that he HATES), Lixue (Family Pet Name, means Pretty Snow)

Faceclaim: Official Art

Original Universe: Mainverse

Age: 33

Birthday: December 22nd (Capricorn)

Height: 10"

Gender: Cis Male

Pronouns: He/They

Sexuality: Homosexual Homoromantic, Monogamous

Species: Peacock Demon

Feather Color: White, periwinkle, and turquoise

Eye Color: Solid Aquamarine

Occupation: Marquis of Hell

Headcanon Masterlist

Andrealphus has always been a manipulative, disciplined, know-it-all, even from a young age. If he learned something that was common knowledge, well, the world was a better place for him having learned it at all. If he spent his time doing something, then it was never wasted, though he bemoans the imperfections that becoming exceedingly good at something must take.

In his everyday life, he seeks to be poised, graceful, and commanding. He is an avid reader, a patron of the arts, and a novice scriptwriter. One day he would like to debut his plays to the world, but he fears he isn't where he wants to be with his skillset, yet.

Andrea loves his little sister dearly, but he does think that she is rather short-sighted and could use some self-reflection. His disdain for Stolas is something he has never hidden, seeing him as feeble and meek from the moment he had been introduced to Paimon's son. Much as their marriage was a good thing for the family name, he feels as though Paimon had much better sons to offer his poor sister.

He is in a similar position as Stolas, gay in an arranged marriage, though he and his Ariadne have the best possible outcome. They are close friends, and have an amicable agreement to keep their private lives private. In public spaces they act as though they are happily married and very much in love, though behind close doors it's very different. Andrea chooses to have more of a solitary life, whereas his wife has a small group of lovers. He doesn't hold this against her, though their son is not particularly fond of them.

Leviathan "Athan" - Bisexual Biromantic, Ambigamous Cis Male - 6,000+ - FC: My Art/Ronnie Radke

Name: Leviathan

Nicknames: Athan

Faceclaim: My Art/Ronnie Radke

Original Universe: Mainverse

Age: 6,000+

Birthday: October 25th (Scorpio)

Height: 11'5"; 25'11" Full Body Length

Gender: Cis Male

Pronouns: He/Him

Sexuality: Bisexual Biromantic, Ambigamous

Species: Water Dragon Demon

Skin Color: Dark slate blue, cobalt, pale blue

Eye Color: Cyan, Glows

Occupation: King of Envy Ring

Headcanon Masterlist

Leviathan was once a prince among the Seraphim, and had always favored Lucifer as a close friend and confidant. He has always been close with Beelzebub, as well, and found himself drawn to Asmodeus. In the weeks before the fall, he began to grow jealous of those spending time with Asmodeus, and tried his best to hog the other Seraphim prince's time and attention. It didn't seem to work, as Asmodeus spent more time with Mammon than him, and it started a bitter rivalry between them. They tend to always try to outdo the other. If Mammon does something, Leviathan makes an attempt to do the same thing but better.

He is the largest of the Sins at all times, because he values being better than others. He maintains a steady seventeen feet tall unless he has to shrink in order to get into rooms. He despises doing this, however, and will do anything in order to get out of it, including walking on all fours. His tail is the longest part of him, and he keeps it folded to his back.

His beard of feeding arms is capable of dissolving anything in minutes, and he can absorb nutrients through it. The long tentacles he has have hooks and twisted barbs in the pads of them, and can also dissolve things if he permits it with a type of acid. He can feed through these, as well.

In his extravagant house, he keeps a second refrigerator filled with food and drink that Asmodeus likes in hopes that he will come visit. He makes Ozzie's favorites when he comes over. He is also intensely formal at all times and never uses nicknames for others. He is fond of Lilith and remains a good friend to Lucifer, though he enjoys bitching with him about things the most. He does not often fawn over Lucifer, though he will be the first to defend him at all times for any reason. He maintains that Lucifer was correct and that they were punished for no good reason.

He earned his intense scarring from overstepping his boundaries with Asmodeus by attacking Fizzarolli. Asmodeus is not fond of him as more than a fairweather friend, though he knows he can count on Leviathan to back him up in any situation.

Baetyl - Bisexual Homoromantic, Ambigamous Cis Male - 36+ - FC: Official Art/Valery Kovtun

Name: Baetyl

Nicknames: Bae, Tylly, Dove (Andrealphus Exclusive)

Faceclaim: Official Art/Valery Kovtun

Original Universe: Mainverse

Age: 36

Birthday: November 6th (Scorpio)

Height: 8"

Gender: Cis Male

Pronouns: He/They

Sexuality: Bisexual Homoromantic, Ambigamous

Species: Cockatoo Demon

Feather Color: White

Eye Color: Solid Yellow, Glows

Occupation: Duke of Hell

Headcanon Masterlist

Baetyl lives for drama, loves to be the cause of it, and watches things play out. He is cruel and has been accused of being heartless on more occasions than he can count. Even when he's happy with and cares about someone, he is still at least somewhat mean to them.

He has a thing for Stolas, though he has yet to act on it. Not necessarily because he is Stella's ex-husband but because he doesn't think Stolas would reciprocate and he doesn't want to be rejected. He is also interested in Andrealphus, though has not been presented with the option as of yet.

While he is not exactly unintelligent, he tends to say and do things in the moment that do not reflect this. His impulsiveness has led to rough patches in his life that he tries to sweep under the rug, but most major tabloids have gotten a hold of. He pretends that they never happened even when presented with the clear evidence that they had.

Beelzebub - Omnisexual Omniromantic, Ambigamous Genderfluid Altersex - 6,000+ - FC: Official Art

Name: Beelzebub

Nicknames: Bee, Beelza, Eliza (Human Disguise)

Faceclaim: Official Art

Original Universe: Mainverse

Age: 6,000

Birthday: March 29th (Aries)

Height: Beelzebub comes in three sizes: 5'7", 10'11", 29'3"

Gender: Genderfluid Altersex

Pronouns: She/They

Sexuality: Omnisexual Omniromantic, Ambigamous

Species: Jackal/Serval/Bee Demon

Hair Color: Cotton Candy Blue and Pink

Honey Color: Changes at will

Eye Color: Yellow sclera with pink irises

Occupation: Owner of several clubs, restauranteur, chef, party girl

Headcanon Masterlist

Beelze has been a party girl for a long time, though her idea of parties has changed over the centuries. She keeps up with the times and is always abreast of the latest trends on Earth as well as in Hell. She is very good at getting the energy going, and she loves to help fuel the fires of those around her.

She is very close with Ozzie, and they often party together. Valentino is someone she met through him, and they became close very quickly. He has a crush on her that he hasn't acted on, but they do have sex. She is in an open relationship with Vortex (NOTE: Until I have a Vortex this will be her default).

During the fall, Beelze was one of the first to be cast out with Lucifer. She considers him a very close friend and would do anything for him. Bee has always been very compassionate and she really cares for people even though she is royalty and doesn't have to mingle with her people. She honestly enjoys it, feeding on the energy her parties create. When she's bored or stressed she will try and make new recipes for different foods. She likes to cook as much as she likes to magic up food.

A collaborative effort between myself and my friend Seraph has gotten me to write her as a serval-jackal-bee hybrid.

Lilith Magne - Bisexual Biromantic, Ambigamous Cis Female - 6,000+ - FC: Official Art/Brianne Howey

Name: Lilith

Nicknames: Lili, Lil

Faceclaim: Official Art/Brianne Howey

Original Universe: Mainverse

Age: 6,000 Years; Appears Late 20’s

Birthday: February 14th (Aquarius)

Height: 5'9"

Gender: Cis Female

Pronouns: She/They

Sexuality: Bisexual Bimantic, Ambigamous

Hair Color: Blonde with platinum highlights

Eye Color: Soft salmon sclera, while-yellow eyes. Has decent night vision

Occupation: Queen of Hell, Singer, Charitable Patron of the Happy Hotel

Headcanon Masterlist

When Hell was first created during the Fall, Lilith was immediately placed there with the fallen angels. She met Lucifer for a second time, and they continued to hit it off. They were married shortly after, and she became his queen.

She takes her duties as queen as an artist very seriously and does not let things get in the way of them. She is very close with Asmodeus and is proud to be a friend of his.

While she is unsure of Charlie’s plan to seek redemption for a Sinner, she wants to support her daughter as best she can. She has made several charitable donations to the Hotel’s finances, and has been trying to help with Lucifer’s disdain towards the project.

Mammon - Omnisexual Omniromantic, Ambigamous Cis Male - 6,000+ - FC: My Art/Jimmy Urine

Name: Mammon

Human Disguise Name: Mason "M" Peters

Nicknames: Mams, Money Tick (Ozzie Exclusive)

Faceclaim: My Art/Jimmy Urine

Original Universe: Mainverse

Age: 6,000+

Birthday: July 7th (Cancer)

Height: Mammon comes in three sizes: 9'8", 18'11", and 32'3"

Gender: Cis Male

Pronouns: He/They/It

Sexuality: Omnisexual Omniromantic, Ambigamous

Hair Color: N/A

Eye Color: Black sclera with gold sclera, dollar sign pupils

Occupation: Owner of Loo Loo Land, Rehab Clinics, Cereal Company, Candy Company, Smoke Shops, Thrift Shops, and Fast Food Chains

Headcanon Masterlist

Mammon was not always as he is. At one point, he was an angel with the other Sins and Lucifer, though his rank was not very high. He was close with Asmodeus, however, and their closeness and agreement with Lucifer's gripes about humans set off something catastrophic for them.

He is whiny, loud, and ready to pitch a fit at any time. There is no shame if he thinks he will get what he wants, and he always wants everything. Ozzie jokes that he is the Money Tick because he needs to be burned off of his wallet. He is still very close to Ozzie, though Ozzie is often frustrated with him.

In business, he is ruthless and will cut costs to make more profit without thought. He hates to be cheated out of money and is likely to kill if he thinks he's going to be skimped on. However, he is mostly nonconfrontational, save for with Leviathan.

Asmodeus "Ozzie" - Pansexual Grey Aromantic, Polygamous Altersex (Male Pronouns) - 6,000+ - FC: Official Art/Clement Becq

Name: Asmodeus

Nicknames: Ozzie

Faceclaim: Official Art/Clement Becq

Original Universe: Mainverse

Age: 6,000

Birthday: November 25th (Sagittarius)

Height: 14'0"

Gender: Altersex (Has fully functioning male and female genitalia)

Pronouns: He/They

Sexuality: Pansexual Grey Aromantic, Polygamous

Hair Color: Cyan

Other Head Color: Dark blue fade

Feather Colors: Red, white, black

Eye Color: Solid Chartreux

Occupation: King of Lust, Club Owner, Sex Shop Owner, Toy Factory Owner, Stripper, Prostitute

Headcanon Masterlist

Ozzie was once a prince of the Seraphim, though when Lucifer began to question God, he followed suit. During the fall, he lost his wings, which has been an adjustment for him. While he didn't have great movement with his arms before and it's greatly improved since then, he still gets phantom pains and misses them.

He loves Fizzarolli to pieces, even before he realizes that he loves him. He saved him from Mammon and immediately took him home to heal and get better. He offered him a job half out of desperation to fill the emcee role, but also because Fizzarolli needed something to do.

He is ultimately a pacifist but is close with Paimon who very much is not. He threatens Paimon's involvement especially with Mammon, and will go out of his way to be a pain in someone's side if they upset him. He is, on the whole, very chill and easy to be around, however.

He has a contract with Valentino that requires monthly visits to his penthouse. Ozzie and Val rarely see eye-to-eye on some issues but they are mostly on good terms. Asmodeus is unaware that he could be, and is, addicted to Val's venom.

Paimon - Bisexual Biromantic, Polygamous Cis Male - 5,500+ - FC: Official Art

Name: Paimon

Nicknames: Pai, Mony (@ritzy-cervidae Exclusive)

Faceclaim: Official Art

Original Universe: Mainverse

Age: 5,500, appears late 30's

Birthday: August 5th (Leo)

Height: 9'10"

Gender: Cis Male

Sexuality: Bisexual Biroromantic, Polygamous

Feather Color: Dark brown

Face Color: White with red swirls

Eye Color: Black slcera with glowing red irises

Occupation: King Of Hell

Headcanon Masterlist

Paimon is a cruel man with a constant need to be entertained. When he is not entertained he tends to make some kind of entertainment by causing fights. He loves violence and lives for the carnage of the slave fighting pits that he has.

He is close with Ozzie, and while visiting one day, he was impressed by Barbie's fearlessness and took her on a date as soon as she said 'yes'. He loves her, though he's hesitant to admit to it.

He is unkind to most of his children, and especially Stolas, because he doesn't see why he's so hung up on things. He does not know who Octavia is, because he has so many grandkids that he doesn't keep track.

[silvermare]

So I was thinking about this post and wanted to add some fun Family Lore, this time RE: my sister's vehicles. Fun fact that will be relevant later: I was wrong about my & my dad's charcoal gray '89 cars wildly predating affordable digital cameras. (lol adhd time blindness go brrr)

So I'm 40 years old and the tofu toaster is the 4th car I've owned. My "first vehicle" was actually a brown GMC truck my dad bought for my use, then my (3 years younger) sister's use once she turned 16 and I got a car, then farm use. So, 19 when I purchased my first car, 40 now. 3 cars spanning 21 years, meaning I average about 7 years per vehicle.

I don't recall exactly when she purchased her first car, it was either at 18 or 19. I'll be generous and call it 19 for the sake of Math. Here are the cars she's owned:

1987 Pontiac Catalina 1995 Chevy Bonneville 1998 Pontiac Alero 2002 Ford Focus wagon 2005 Chevy cobalt 2013 Hyundai Tucson (current vehicle, acquired 2020)

So, 2005 - 2020 is 15 years and 5 vehicles. 2005-2023 is 18 years and 6 vehicles.

So, my sister averages roughly 3 years per car.... with any luck, this current car will last her a while longer. Honestly though, none of her car deaths were her fault, and only 2 of them were mechanical failures. My sister just has spectacularly terrible luck with vehicles.

Per my sister:

"Catalina was when I was headed to DQ and the other people were headed from DQ. They turned in front of me while I was going 60mph and I t-boned them. But it was their fault."

"Bonneville died died. Battery and whatnot. Sold it to a dude who brought it back and demanded he money back because the trunk wouldn’t open. But it was below freezing out. Then he came back the next day when it wasn’t as cold and the trunk opened. So he bought it again."

Alero was taken out by a tree that was felled by a storm, and it took out both my sister's and her husband's vehicle at the same time.

"Focus was taken out by an old lady in a Walmart parking lot. She totaled 3 cars and barely scratched her BMW. That was the week of my wedding. She meant to hit the brakes and hit the gas instead. I straight up laughed because that’s just my luck."

Cobalt was leaking gas

For funsies, here is sister, a guy she was (I think) dating at the time, and his twinnish car:

BONUS: I was digging in my archives for this specific photo and found these photos (circa ~2005), which is proof of... well, one of the charcoal gray '89 cars. Not sure if that's mine (grand marquis) or dad's (crown vic).

AND!

This is the tree I would park under

That's actually my mom's car under the tree, since the tractor would block the car's access to the garage for the duration of the project that's going on there

Behind mom's car is either the other charcoal gray '89 vehicle OR sister's Catalina. I really can't tell.

The brown GMC truck is the one that was first mine to drive, then sister's to drive, then farm truck. There's really no telling if it was already a farm truck by that time or simply borrowed for the purpose of this project, which was removing the unused well. We actually recovered the bricks since they were made at a local brick factory that has long since closed down, and re-used them for other projects, like a small patio. Also some decorations.

Extra Bonus:

Now you know what it looked like inside the well!

If you know me outside of Tumblr, don't tell my mom

I said goodbye to my old car last night. Vivid green 2012 Hyundai Accent hatchback. That thing had stellar fuckin gas mileage (for a non-hybrid anyway, I could squeeze like 40mpg out of it if I tried), hauled around way too much shit, played FAFO with black ice, was stolen in Amarillo, TX and recovered south of Oklahoma City, OK - and for context, I live in Indianapolis - back in 2018, and transported many friends and even some coworkers. It also has had kernels of dry field corn in the floorboard for the past two years. Oh, and I broke the frickin passenger side mirror by backing out of the garage too close.

Her name was Arachnaverde because she was green and I kept an anatomically incorrect spider skeleton (halloween decoration) on the dashboard. Spood's job was to let me know when I was taking a turn too fast. He would skitter away if I did.

Prior to Arachnaverde, I had a 1994 Oldsmobile Cutlass Supreme that I called Madame Blueberry. She was a lovely teal color, had two doors, and I once forgot an entire watermelon in the back floorboard in college and it rotted and stank so badly. -4/10 do not recommend. Also her trunk had loose soybeans from when I took a few dried soybean plants for some reason or another. ADHD be like that sometimes.

Prior to Madame Blueberry, I had an unnamed charcoal gray 89 Mercury Grand Marquis. This car had one interesting anecdote, and 3 notable events.

In the long long ago when I was still in junior college (2 year college for people who live in states that don't fuck with junior colleges), I left it overnight in the college parking lot for some reason I no longer recall. When I retrieved it in the morning, someone had used car window paint to write "HOOPTY" on the back windshield. To be fair, it was.

That car was how I learned not to leave a can of silly string in a hot car. Did you know if a can of silly string gets hot enough it will straight up explode? I didn't until I found a really messy plastic bag and blue spatters all over the roof of my car.

I used to park under a specific tree in front of the house, because I lived with my parents on a farm, and the garage was for my mom's vehicle, no one else's. Dad's main ride parked in the patch of ground between the barnyard fence and the garage (dad's parking spot, mostly), and the farm truck parked in the barnyard. Anyway, point is, I parked under a tree which worked quite well for many years except at the very end a large fragment of dead tree pierced my car *right* in front of the hood so I had a rough rectangle of Missing Car for the tail end of my ownership.

Anyway, I've known for months that I needed to get a new car. Needed new front struts, a replacement sensor in the steering column, new back brakes, new front tires.... I tried back in May but for some reason the car I found just didn't vibe with me (Mitsubishi Mirage). It was kinda noisy, very basic. Also very cheap.

Last week, the stars aligned and I found a hopeful prospect with low mileage, decent mpg, and within my budget.

So now I have a new-to-me brick of tofu (white Kia Soul 2020).

I have said my farewells to the green beast, and look forward to what kind of adventures I'll get into with the as-of-yet-unnamed toaster.

So far the best name I've come up with is Tofungus because I am awful. I definitely want to give it a black horizontal stripe and add the "Fujiwara Tofu Shop" decal to the side because i'm a fuckin weeb and also did you know there's a sequel to Initial D this season? I'm enjoying it.

[captainofthetidesbreath]

18 :3

;WIP ask game!

That one is "Annotations on the sword collection of Capt. Fjord Lavorre"

Dwendalian smallsword in silver-gilt and set with colored enamels by Rexxentrum goldsmith Josef Hartkopf. This example was commissioned by Lord Athesias Uludan, then Archmage of Diplomatic Union of the Cerberus Assembly, as a wedding gift for Captain Fjord Lavorre. It is inscribed across the blade: “To the new Lavorre with wishes for success in all endeavors, marriage and otherwise.” An usual token for a wedding, it was likely chosen as a nod to the number of similar presentation swords Lavorre collected in his career as an adventurer, corsair, and annoyance to the Revelry. Uludan’s gift, received five months after Lavorre’s wedding, signaled support for Lavorre’s bid for the position of Marquis of Nicodranas. Uludan faced pressure in the Dwendalian Empire as various political bodies turned their attention to dismantling the Cerberus Assembly, and he believed that Lavorre and his personal connections within the Cobalt Soul could better facilitate Uludan's future repatriation than his cousin Zhafe Uludan, the then-current marquis who had come under scrutiny for his tolerance of Volstrucker activity in city.

[unicyclehippo]

Beaujes: chivalry & hand kissing

re: that lady jester on the horse & the stunning knight beau in the field of flowers painting

//

‘May I introduce to you, my lady, Sir Beauregard of Lionett, knight-fidelis of Their Eminance and High Curator of the Archives. Sir Knight,’ Lord Zeenoth continues with a faint, tight smile of warning to behave, which Beau thinks is rather unnecessary given that she’s here, and all shined up, and not being rude at all, ‘this is Lady Jester of Lavorre.’

The lady flicks dark eyes over Beau, wide and admiring, and Beau is about half a second from discounting this one as entirely exhaustingly vapid—which isn’t all bad, but Beau has a headache from this mornings meetings and she can’t deal with that, not now—when those eyes dip ever so briefly to Beau’s sword. No—to the cobalt wrappings about the hilt. There’s a glint to her eyes like she knows what they mean and suddenly, this girl who smells heavily of flowers, who wears more rings on her fingers than Beau has ever owned, whose clothes look more embroidery than actual cloth...she’s suddenly far more interesting.

The lady of Lavorre widens her eyes a fraction and asks, very sweetly, ‘You’re one of Yudala’s toy soldiers, then?’

Zeenoth sucks in a sharp breath at the insult.

Beau can’t quite stop the fish hook smile that tugs at the corner of her lips. ‘That’s right,’ she responds gravely. ‘And you’re a flower plucked from the Marquis’ yard.’

The lady’s eyes glitter. ‘Charmed, Sir Beauregard,’ she says, words bouyed by a laugh she’s too well-trained to voice. She holds out a delicate hand, which Beau takes, presses her lips to very gently. ‘Lord Zeenoth,’ she says before Beau can stand from her bow, ‘you said I was to be assigned a...companion?’

Guard. Warden, more like, if Beau understands the meaning in that hesitation before the word.

‘Ah. Yes, milady.’

Lady Jester looks Beau over again and smiles. ‘I like this one.’

[beth-purcell]

Another character from my Nutcracker adaptation (which I'll eventually make a catch all post for the projects I'm working on lol), one of the suitors tasked with breaking the curse laid upon the poor princess.

As you tell, nothing went wrong and it was all great. Nothing happened.

[tijuanapanthers]

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[terekusart]

Character Dump

I’ve decided to dump the names of all our ocs just so I have a place to look back for reference. Long list of ocs under the cut. You’ve been warned.

Naruto: 

Aisu Yuki Amayako Akane Sarutobi Bitoru Aburame Buki Murosaki Bumi Kuraudo Emikyo Akahana Habisa Hyuuga Haruto Hyuuga Hayate Hyuuga Hideyoshi Hyuuga Hikaru Uchiha Himitsu Akasuna Hygaya Hyuuga Jinsei Shibito  Kakigetsu Hozuki Karasa Uchiha Kasai Uchiha Katsuo Hyuuga Kenko Haruno Kenshi Inuzuka Kichiro Uchiha Kuroku Nara Maigetsu Hozuki Manami Yuki Misaki Mitsuko Otusutsuki Mozukai Senju Naomi Aburame Renko Uzumaki Ryuunosuke Yudoku Sachiko Uchiha Sakkaku Uchiha Sanzu Aian Senpu Suton Chikyu Takai Yuurei Tamangetsu Hozuki Tsukiya Yamanaka Unmei Shibito Yoichi Senju Yuudai Inuzuka Trolls: Aegaeo Minerv Aeolus Anemos Agappi Evalvec Agrius Terako Anapoi Aretis Aragoi Pragoi Arouto Deknee Arkadi Galaka Andros Maximm Acculi Treang Apollio Vitori Artisi Paetra Aurelo Partas Arctur Wolven Apisai Muscae Aragoi Pragon Aurore Lariat Biggad Bawolf Baerak Orsino Chengi Zhenxi Chryso Klimak Corsei Dublon Calixi Baccus Circei Elypsu Caille Mantea Chromo Mimmie Celesi Gliese Coruva Ravena Crucis Sulixx Copakk Abanna Cruxis Caelum Cettis Delphi Genera Dachou Makkai Duchex Mornak Demuse Lulabi Denkei Nengyu Diplos Vitaos Detaki Olisti Detake Anoito Dinyma Enegia Enekos Anagoz Ekatom Vepios Enatos Simeio Evodmo Typhan Epislo Lunari Eukari Prozoa Éclair Xylene Fenghu Shijia Fordxo Gunaim Faerin Titani Gretta Dougge Gilade Mokodo Huziwa Fengha Hirull Darmor Hudnch Jagger Heptag Caputi Horaes Chroni Heleni Athena Hyrull Xirudo Hegaka Zarpun Igetis Genesi Irisui Homoda Isocel Obtuss Ihinto Yannin Indoke Appitu Jakalo Lapine Kympla Kawata Kapito Shigma Kinisi Amniso Kinshi Auraki Kanbae Faoran Korein Sehime Kalist Maeris Kudagi Tsunne Karont Estige Kaitsi Evdenn Limnis Daemon Lethus Lariat Litzia Regina Leando Deveti Lessah Dougge Lyncid Eyacus Matika Kyklos Magina Telosi Mimeru Klonni Mylito Ponieh Marett Poupee Mayann Akonda Moritu Hemaes Mahima Himahi Minori Lileon Marqui Roygal Miso Paetit Norato Akobra Niatst Ihsami Ogodos Aracni Omikro Asteri Oudeis Kenosi Owleyn Hatake Oedett Odille Omicro Thetis Pachuo Teicho Phinus Delfus Pavula Leqqis Phaest Pyrole Pulmos Aerian Regmus Faewyn Reggma Domini Sakuru Kurosu Sakari Naclet Soffie Madine Sedesi Louixe Sashim Wasabb Splata Tatoon Serena Depace Showni Sextap Stenel Rostris Tryton Hymnum Trigno Tessra Trycha Logico Tridon Fooguu Tasuke Nahte Tihses Horshi Tiosam Wenedu Tabula Jayama Vivine Artoir Voluta Arkite Wellow Daimon Yasasi Kyogin Yarrne Bukani Homestuck Humans:

Alex Diego Devin Ghouleye Ethan DeGuise Lukas Quintans Luka Shiroji Lucas 

Gems:

Aqua Aura Quartz Aquamarine x2 Atlantisite Azure Diamond Azurite Azure Pearl Bloodstone Botswana Pink Agate Black Diamond Burmese Ruby Black Pearl Black Star Sapphire Cat’s Eye Carnelian Coral Chalcedony Chariote Danburite Dogtooth Amethyst Howlite Honey Calcite Heliodot Iris Agate Iolite Jet Jade Jadeite Kyanite Lilac Diamond Labradorite Lava Stone Lilac Pearl Lilac Spinel Lilac Zircon Moonstone Marble Matte Lilac Pearl Matte Blue Pearl Mint Diamond Mystic Quartz Mint Pearl Nephrite Obsidian Peach Pearl Peridot Pink Bismuth Pyrope Red Beryl Rose Sapphire Rubelite Rainbow Obsidian Red Diamond Sunstone Seraphinite Scarlet Pearl Silver Leaf Jasper Sodalite Starlight Diamond Turquoise Taafeite Tahitian Pearl Winza Sapphire Zircon

 DC Heroes

Animorph (Grimsley Logan) Beclops Burshido Blackstar Black Lynx (Thomas Kyle)   Eclipser Fangmoth (Morgan Walker)   Fellwing Hellbeast (Griffin Logan) Hex Lyrebow (Neil Queen) Mikael Al Ghul Mandrake (Willow ‘Rose’ Isley)    Mystery Maestro (Quade Nygma) Masamune (Haruki Yamashiro) Ma’att Kent Nightstar (Dainn Grayson) Oceanus (Noah Marius) Psid (Sidney Jones)   Quake (Alan Dorrance)   Rook (Dylan Grayson) Shredder Wolfsbane (Alexander ‘Xander’ Shirogane Maro) Zatanrak Grayson Fire Emblem Abelard Eiskanader Kainus Orion Pyre  Rion Willow Yuuta Slime

Ink

Misc.

Paul Marcus Klein Iris Yameki Scailean Gan Kean Malugack Mischief Chrysos Magante Whilhelm ‘Will’ Schnee Onyx Musaied Kiyoshi Shirogane Silber Argentum Mauve Magante Niniane Belladonna Haruto Himura Eldora Dreyar Shu Yan./Susan Yates Kenshin Ayumu Ryuu Shichirou Toshaka Cobalt Zaffre Lie Zedong Daichi

[vicostoness]

Tips For Choosing a Quartz Countertop in Your Bathroom

There are many manufacturers that make Quartz countertops in Calgary. So, even though you are still deciding to have a Quartz countertop in your bathroom, you need to make sure that you choose the right one. Here are some tips to help you choose the perfect Quartz countertop.

First of all, you need to measure the inside of your bathroom in order to determine if you will be able to install a Quartz countertop. There are usually an installation guide that comes with the quartz countertop in Calgary that you need to make sure that you have this handy. You also need to know that the dimensions that you need to use are between 18.7 inches and the actual area of the counter. Keep in mind that the slab that you are installing is roughly eighteen inches in width. If you are thinking about installing a Quartz countertop in your bathroom, you are going to want to purchase the largest slab that you can find. If you want to install it on the bathroom floor, you will need to measure the shower before you decide on the actual size. Otherwise, you will want to go with the shower-bath floor that is eighteen inches wide. On a side note, if you are in a tight budget, you will want to find a slab that will allow you to add a few inches onto the width of the slab. However, be careful not to go too much. If you try to install too much, you will end up building a slab that is too tall and it will become less functional. Another thing that you will want to keep in mind is that the walls of your bathroom can also provide you with a marble countertop. But, do not go overboard with the size of the marble. It needs to be fine enough so that it is flush with the ceiling of the bathroom. Even though you are installing a Quartz countertop in your bathroom, you will want to keep your kitchen area open and feel open. This is an important aspect of having a Quartz countertop in Calgary. Of course, this is also one of the advantages of having a Quartz countertop in Calgary. Make sure that the size of the tile is the exact same as the size of the back of the Quartz countertop in Calgary. If you have a larger tile in the back of the bathroom, it will cause the back of the bathroom to be smaller. The last thing that you will want to keep in mind is that you will want to make sure that the countertop in your bathroom is the same size as the countertop in your kitchen. This will help ensure that the whole look of the bathroom is consistent. There are several different styles that you can find in a Quartz countertop in Calgary. Some of the different styles include, the Roman, the Marquis, the Bakery, the Striped, and the Cobalt. There are so many different things that you can choose from when it comes to the Quartz countertop in Calgary. Keep in mind that this is one of the reasons why many people choose to have a Quartz countertop in their bathroom. Read the full article

[velvettuftedesigner]

I just added this listing on Poshmark: NWT COBALT BLUE ROCKING CRYSTAL DROP EARRINGS.

[some1foundme]

Fic: Lost in the Memory 17

Title: Lost in the Memory

Author: Some1FoundMe

Summary: Oliver Queen returns to his home in Star City after a five year tour overseas, much to the delight of his friends and family. There’s just one small problem. The injury that effectively ended his military career also erased a part of his memory.  As he struggles to put together the missing pieces of his past, his connection to his best friend’s little sister becomes something he can’t avoid. Who is Felicity Merlyn and why can’t he seem to stay away from her?  Olicity AU, no Arrow, no island.

A/N: Once again, a huge thank you to everyone reading this.  You’re comments and support are greatly appreciated.

Read on AO3 or ff.net.

Chapter Seventeen

Felicity dug her ringing phone from her coat pocket, sighing at the sight of her mother’s photo flashing on the screen.  She brushed past Oliver as he held the door for her, grinning at him over her shoulder and stepping into the warmth of the coffee shop.

“Hi Mom,” she greeted, lifting the device to her ear.

“Felicity!  Oh thank God, where are you?”

The sound of her mother’s panicked voice had her rolling her eyes.

“Oliver and I are grabbing coffee,” she explained, “We’ll be back soon.”

Her fiancé dropped a kiss to the top of her head and steered her toward a plush loveseat in front of a roaring fire.  Her eyes followed him as he stepped up to the counter to order their drinks.

“Sweetheart, we have so much to do today.  You really need to come back to the hotel.”

Sinking down onto a warm, leather cushion, Felicity barely repressed another sigh.

“Mom, please, just let us have this time.  An hour, two tops.  It’s still early, I’ll be back as soon as we’re done here.”

Her mother continued on as if she hadn’t heard the plea in Felicity’s voice, rattling off the long and seemingly endless list of things she had to do that day.  The sun was just peaking over the horizon and, by her estimation, they still had plenty of time.  But she knew that Laurel and her mom had planned the wedding day agenda down to the second.  Having the bride disappear with her husband-to-be just before dawn had thrown a wrench in the plan.

“Mom!  Mom!  Would you please just listen to me for a second?  I swear to you, I will be back in the suite before anything needs to happen.  McKenna won’t be there to start on everyone’s hair until nine.  I’ve already showered.  I’m having breakfast now.  Everything will be fine, alright?  Just… just let me have this time with Oliver.  Please?  As soon as things get started, this day is going to fly by and I – I want some time alone with him before it all gets away from us.  Is that too much to ask?”

Felicity’s request was met with a sudden silence and she found herself frowning down at her phone.

“Mom?”

The wistful sigh that carried across the line had her shaking her head.

“You are head over heels in love with that boy, aren’t you?”

Looking over at Oliver where he stood at the counter, strong arms crossed over his chest, she wasn’t surprised to find him watching her.  Warmth filled every part of her and the devotion in his eyes made her heart swell.  She smiled brightly.

“Yeah, Mom, I think I am.”

They said goodbye just as Oliver settled into the seat beside her.  She took her drink from him and pressed herself into his side.  His arm fell across her shoulders, drawing her closer.

“You’re mom’s freaking out, isn’t she?”

She snorted, “Only a lot.  But I think I convinced her that this is a good idea.  That we needed it.  I did have to promise that I’d be back before McKenna shows up at nine so …”

She caught his wrist and snuck a peak at his watch.

“We’ve got just less than two hours.  And we’re still close to the hotel, so that’s good.”

Taking a slow sip of her vanilla latte, a pleased grin tugged at the corners of her mouth.  Two years of dating and almost two decades of friendship ensured that Oliver knew almost everything about her, including her coffee order.

Yawning, she rested her head on his shoulder.

They’d decided the night before – after the raucous party that had been their rehearsal dinner �� that they deserved at least a few moments of peace on their wedding day.  Her mother, Laurel and Sara had kept them apart, insisting they weren’t allowed to spend the three nights prior to the ceremony together, and they’d both been struggling with the separation.

It didn’t make sense to her, trying to stay away from the man she intended to spend the rest of her life with, just because some stupid tradition insisted she should.  Sara had tried to persuade her that three days without Oliver would only help to build the anticipation.  But Felicity didn’t think she could be any more eager to make it official.  She’d been filled a sense of excitement that’d left her on the edge of combustion since the moment he’d slid the stunning, marquis diamond onto her finger.

“Are you excited for today?” she asked, nursing her still scorching hot coffee.

She felt him shrug.

“I guess.”

Felicity frowned.

“You guess you’re excited for our wedding day?”

Oliver sighed, his lips touching her forehead gently.

“Honey, I’m thrilled to be marrying you today,” he assured her, “But the big, fancy wedding isn’t really my thing.”

She pulled away from him, setting her coffee on the low table beside the loveseat with more force than necessary.

“First, it’s not that big.  Second, why did we go through all of this if it isn’t what you want?” she asked, hands flying wildly between them as her panic grew, “If you don’t want to –“

He caught both of her hands and pulled them to his chest.

“Hey, baby, slow down.  Take a breath.  I never said that I don’t want this.  I just told you that I am thrilled to be marrying you and I am.  But I would’ve been happy with a drive-thru chapel in Vegas or a secluded beach in Bali.”

“So why didn’t we do that?  Why did you let me… why did you agree to this?”

Oliver sighed and tugged her forward until she fell against him.  He wrapped his arms around her.

“Because that isn’t what you wanted, Felicity.  You’ve wanted the dress and the venue and the flowers since you were a little girl, whether you’d admit it or not, and all I’ve ever wanted was for you to be happy.  If that means putting on a tux and standing up with you in front of our friends and family, then I’m good with it.”

He hadn’t been incredibly vocal when it came to planning the wedding.  Not that she could blame him.  Her mom and Laurel had really taken over when they’d moved up the timeline and Felicity had been so overwhelmed by it all that she’d eventually relented most of the control to the two of them.  They’d given her options on everything and let her make the final decisions but she hadn’t had her hands on every aspect of the wedding.  In truth, she was looking forward to finally seeing what they’d managed to pull off.  The one aspect of the whole wedding that Oliver had requested final say on was their first dance song.  She couldn’t wait to find out what he’d selected.

She looped her arms around him and angled her head so that she could look into his eyes.

“I don’t deserve you.”

Oliver pushed a lock of hair behind her ear.

“You deserve so much better, sweetheart, but I am thankful every day that you chose me.”

Oliver’s hand on her arm drew her out of the fog that she’d been drowning in since they’d left the restaurant.  The pressure in her chest seemed to intensify the closer they got to Star City and her eyes burned from the effort it took to keep her tears at bay.

“Felicity?  Are you alright?”

She let her gaze travel over his profile, illuminated only by the glow of the dashboard.  His eyes were focused on the road ahead of them and she took the opportunity to study the face of the man she’d married.

Dark blonde stubble dusted his chiseled jaw and framed full lips.  There was a small bump in the bridge of his nose from a break he’d suffered years earlier and long, dark lashes highlighted his cobalt eyes.  Every feature of his beautiful face made her heart beat just a little faster.

“I was … I was thinking about our wedding, about the days leading up to it.”

He glanced at her expectantly, waiting for her to elaborate, but she simply shook her head and averted her eyes.  She knew that she couldn’t relay those memories to him without breaking down.  She was already struggling, barely holding on, and reliving the joy she’d felt in those few days would definitely fracture her control.  

She’d been nervous and exited all day as she waited for their date to begin but seeing Oliver’s ex-girlfriend at the restaurant had sent reality crashing down around her.  She’d been overwhelmed by uncertainty as the breadth of what they were going through overshadowed her excitement and anticipation.

“Are you… are you still upset about Isabel?” he asked gently.

“No, Oliver.”

“Then what is it?  Please, baby, talk to me.”

For just a moment, Felicity’s control slipped. She bit her lip as a handful of tears fell from her eyes before she brushed them away.

“Do you really feel like this is working? Like we’re making progress?”

Oliver frowned.

“What do you mean?  Do you – do you mean our relationship?  Felicity, I’m trying.  I am. You have to know that.  But I don’t know what else I can do.  I can’t make this go away, I can’t fix it.  No matter how much I wish that I could. It’s only been a couple of weeks. Please, please don’t give up.  Not now.  Not – not yet.”

She reached for him, wrapping her slim fingers around his forearm and tugging his hand free of the steering wheel.  She clutched his hand.

“I’m not giving up, Oliver,” she assured him, “It’s … This is tearing me up inside.  I love you, so much, and I don’t know how to do this.  Staying away from you, this – this distance between us is so hard for me.  I know that you’re trying and I know that things are getting better but I… God, I want you.  I want you to make love to me.  You’ve read the letters, you have to know.  Waking up in your arms, holding your hand, those little touches are wonderful and I’ve missed them so much but it’s not the same.  You have to understand… I’m still me.  I’m still the same woman who wrote those letters but you – you’re not you, Oliver.”

He was frozen beside her.  His eyes never left the road and if it weren’t for the fact that his grip on her hand had become almost painful, she would have thought he hadn’t heard her.  Or that he hadn’t understood.  But his blunt fingernails dug into the back of her hand where he held her.  His jaw worked back and forth and Felicity was almost certain she could hear his teeth grinding.  She worried that he was angry, that she’d pushed too far or said too much, but she couldn’t be sure what Oliver was feeling because he didn’t speak.

Felicity bit the inside of her cheek.  Her confession had been spontaneous and, she thought, selfish.  Oliver was trying, she saw it every day that he remained in their home.  She saw the effort he put in to getting to know her, to getting to know Thea.  She had watched him blend seamlessly back into their daily lives.  But only to a certain extent.  There were moments when he was distant, when the disconnect between them was glaringly obvious, and those moments left her with an ache in her chest that couldn’t be soothed.

Waking up with him that morning had left her wanting more.  She longed for the intimacy that they’d shared before, for the desire that had always been so strong between them, and their run-in with Isabel had triggered the hysteria she’d been feeling since the moment the other woman had approached them. Because Oliver had remembered her. Because he recognized his high school girlfriend while he still couldn’t remember her, his wife.  She’d been overcome with panic as her mind had begun running her worst fears on a loop.  He won’t ever remember you.  He won’t remember you and he’ll leave you.  Oliver is going to give up on you.  

They pulled into the driveway a short time later, neither of them having said another word after Felicity’s outburst, and she was out of the truck before he’d even shut off the engine.  She climbed the front steps quickly, letting herself into the house and mounting the stairs without looking back.  She didn’t want to talk anymore.  She didn’t want a confrontation but she was certain that it was coming.  Oliver deserved a chance to say something, to tell her she was wrong, to tell her she was right, whichever.  She knew that she should hear him out but she wasn’t sure her heart could take it if he said something she wasn’t ready for.

She was already in the second floor hallway when she heard the front door close as Oliver came in.  He moved through the house, no doubt checking that the doors were still locked and that the it was empty, before his heavy footsteps sounded on the stairs.  

Felicity stepped into their bedroom and crossed to her side of the bed, her back to the door.  He came in behind her just a moment later and shut the door.  The click of the latch seemed to echo around them and her pulse jumped.  She swallowed hard, squeezing her eyes shut.  

“You’re crazy if you think that I don’t want you, Felicity.”

Her hands trembled where they hung at her sides. She refused to face him.

“I’ve kept my distance but it isn’t because I don’t want you.  Damn it, Felicity, I’m not blind.  I’m still a man.  And you’re right, I’ve read the fucking letters.  I know how I felt about you, how you felt about me.  I wanted you.  All the fucking time.  And I wasn’t ashamed to admit it, at least not to you.”

“You pushed me away, Oliver,” she whispered, unable to keep the hurt from her voice.

He exhaled harshly and she knew without seeing him that he was scrubbing his hands over his tired eyes.

“Because it was our first night back together and I – I hardly knew you, baby.  Not because I didn’t want you.  Christ, I thought that was obvious.  It’s like my brain isn’t able to piece together our past but my body has no trouble remembering.  But you were upset.  Everything was … everything was such a disaster and I felt like I’d be taking advantage of you.  I didn’t want to hurt you, Felicity.  I thought you understood that.”

Large, calloused hands suddenly cupped her cheeks and her eyes flew open.  Oliver stood in front of her, close enough that his warm breath ghosted across her cheeks, and he pressed his forehead to hers.  Yearning flooded through her, racing along her nerves, ignited by the heated look on her husband’s handsome face.  

“Oliver…”

His lips brushed her forehead and across her cheeks, traveling down until he could press a soft kiss to the corner of her mouth. Her fingers slid into his hair as Oliver’s arm wound around her, urging her closer and lifting her until her body was flush against his.  He captured her lips then, the kiss rough, fierce, and she whimpered softly.  He took advantage of her parted lips, tangling his tongue with hers, and Felicity couldn’t breathe.  She couldn’t think of anything other than man whose mouth claimed hers.  The hand on her back slid lower, dipping beneath the hem of her dress and gliding up her stocking covered thigh.

With a groan, she pulled away, stumbling back a step and holding up a hand when Oliver reached for her.

“Just – just give me two minutes,” she gasped.

Sitting down hard on the edge of the bed, she shed her boots quickly before shimmying out of her tights.  As she tossed her belt somewhere over the foot of the bed, she noticed Oliver’s eyes following her every move.  A warm blush spread across her chest and up her neck to color her cheeks.

She stood and stepped toward him.

“Okay, I’m good now.”

Oliver didn’t move as she approached and she saw a flash of concern pass over his features.  She placed both hands on his chest.

“Hey, I didn’t stop you because I don’t want this, Oliver,” she reminded him, keeping her tone light, “I just had to get some of those layers off.”

She held her breath as she waited for him to relax again.  Eventually his hands landed on her hips and the space between them disappeared.  Her arms went around his neck.

“Was I your first, Felicity?  Did we wait until our wedding night?”

The flush on her cheeks deepened.  She shook her head.

“No, we – we didn’t wait.  You were my first but we definitely did not wait.  We barely made it six months.”

He lifted one hand and cupped the back of her head, his fingers combing through her hair.  

“Was it here?  In this house?  In our room?”

Shaking her head again, she blinked up at him.

“No – no it was… it was out by the lighthouse. In the bed of the pickup.”

He laughed at that, the sound traveling the length of her spine and causing an eruption of goosebumps across her skin.

“Seriously?  I didn’t even have enough finesse to take your virginity in a bed?  We had to do it in the back of a truck?”

She grinned, “You tried to get me to wait, actually.  You kept telling me that you’d take me away somewhere, that we would have this wonderful romantic weekend.”

“And we didn’t do that because…”

Felicity shrugged.

“Because I didn’t want to wait.  I’m the one who took you to the lighthouse.  I – I planned the whole thing.  I took you out there to seduce you.  Although I failed at it miserably.”

He tugged gently on the locks of hair twisted around his fingers, forcing her head back.  He smirked down at her.

“It couldn’t have been that bad.  We still did it, right?”

She sighed happily.

“Yeah, yeah we did.”

“Was I – was it…”

He cleared his throat nervously and Felicity pressed her lips to his cheek.

“It was perfect.  I couldn’t have asked for anything more.  You made me feel special.  I knew that I was safe and that you loved me.  And even though I wasn’t your first, you made me feel like I would be your last.”

The hand at her hip slipped down her thigh, once again finding its way beneath the hem of her dress, and as his rough fingertips brushed against her sensitive flesh, Felicity gasped.  He urged her closer and his lips touched the shell of her ear.

“Are you sure that this is okay, baby?” he murmured, “Are you sure that we’re ready for this?”

She nodded mutely, unable to speak around the sudden lump in her throat.  He couldn’t possibly understand the significance of those words or the vivid memories they evoked.  He may not remember their first night together but when he repeated the same question he’d asked her that night, she felt the tether between them draw tight like a bow string.

With both hands under her dress, Oliver lifted the garment up and over her head.  He tossed it aside, his eyes falling over her in a heated caress.  

She stood in front of him in nothing but a pair of lacy panties and a simple cotton bra but judging by the desire in his eyes, the plainness of her underwear did little to deter him.  Butterflies swarmed in her belly as Oliver continued to look his fill, not saying a word.  She wrestled with the urge to cover herself and shy away from him.  There was no reason to hide.  The man in front of her was far from a stranger.  He had seen her in every state of undress imaginable. He’d made love to her more times than she could count, in pretty much every room of their home, but the way that he looked at her in that moment made her feel timid and restless.

“You’re staring,” she accused when she couldn’t take his silence any longer.

His fingers trailed across her shoulder, toying with the thin strap of her bra, sliding it down the length of her arm. He repeated the motion on the opposite shoulder before his arm circled around her and he flicked open the clasp with one hand.  The offending item fell away, leaving her naked save for a scrap of lace.  Her eyes traveled to his face and she watched him take in a lungful of air.

“God, Felicity… you’re gorgeous.”

She reached for his shirt, fingers trembling as she began undoing the buttons, and shivered when Oliver’s hands settled once more on her hips.  He fingered the band of her underwear, his fingers sliding along her pubic bone, and she had to force herself to focus on her task.  It took twice as long as it should’ve for her to shove the shirt from his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.  She touched his skin gingerly, fingers drifting over the more obvious scars littering his flesh.  He shuddered when she pressed a kiss to the numbers tattooed over his heart.

“You can’t possibly know how much I’ve missed you,” she whispered, “I love you.”

With his hands in her hair, he guided her mouth to his, forcing her onto the tips of her toes to meet his demanding kiss. They stumbled together toward the bed until the backs of her knees hit the mattress.  Oliver lay her down carefully, coming to rest over her as his mouth moved to her jaw and down the slope of her neck.  His teeth grazed her collar bone and she whimpered, her hips jerking roughly against his as pleasure pooled low in her belly.

His lips closed around her nipple and he rolled the stiff peak between his teeth, making her cry out.  She twisted her fingers in his hair as moisture gathered between her thighs.  It had been far too long since she’d felt anything close to what Oliver was making her feel and she knew that if he continued, she wouldn’t last.  When his hand slipped into her panties and his warm fingers brushed over her mound, her entire body came up off of the mattress.

“Oliver!”

He switched to her other breast, paying it the same attention, while one thick finger delved into her cleft.

“Oh … oh fu –fuck!  Oliver!”

He circled her clit, applying an ever increasing pressure until her thighs began to tremble.  When he added a second finger, both digits scissoring the swollen bundle of nerves, pleasure exploded in her veins.  It raced through her, stealing the air from her lungs and leaving her limbs weightless.

Her eyes slipped closed as her chest rose and fell rapidly.  Threading her fingers through his hair, she tried to pull him up so that she could latch on to his luscious mouth but he resisted, thrusting those same thick fingers into her wet channel before she’d fully recovered.  A startled cry was wrenched from her throat as another wave of sensation cascaded over her.

“Shh, shh, baby, I’ve got you.”

Her head thrashed on the pillow.

“I – I can’t!  Oh, please, I –“

She moaned pitifully when he crooked the fingers sheathed deep inside of her, pressing them into the soft spongy spot within her that left her seeing stars.  Oliver’s wrist moved lazily, fingers thrusting steadily while the heel of his hand rubbed at her too-sensitive clit, and her second orgasm collided with the aftershocks of the first.  Her mouth fell open in a noiseless scream and tears leaked from her eyes.  She was vaguely aware of her fingers in his hair, wondering absently if she was hurting him, but she couldn’t find the strength to let him go.

He stayed with her, the heat of his body blanketing her, and continued to pump into her in slow, shallow thrusts.

It felt like days had passed before she was able to open her eyes again.

Oliver was stretched out beside her, his head cradled in his hand as he grinned down at her smugly.

“Hi,” he whispered, fingers trailing along her temple.

She smiled dazedly, “Hi.”

He chuckled and rolled so that his large frame covered her completely.  It was then that she realized her underwear had disappeared as had the rest of Oliver’s clothing.  He was gloriously naked and although she had already had two spectacular orgasms, the feel of his hard body pressing her into the mattress had her eagerly awaiting a third.  She lifted her legs to bracket his hips and dug her feet into the backs of his thighs.

“Felicity?”

She fidgeted beneath him.  His erection rested heavily against her belly and she chewed on her lip.  She wanted him inside of her.

“Oliver,” she whined, rolling her hips, “What are you doing?  Why aren’t you moving?”

He shook his head, smirk firmly in place, and took her face into his hands.

“Patience, sweetheart.  I need you to hear me first.”

She pouted which garnered her a radiant smile from her husband and he pressed a chaste kiss to her lips.

“I don’t just think that I love you, Felicity.  I know that I do.  I love you, baby.”

It wasn’t until he finally moved above her, sliding deep until he was fully seated inside of her, making love to her for the first time in far too long, that she truly believed him.

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Miss Universe Contestants Shattered the Pageant Dress Stereotype

Miss Universe contestant Iris Mittenaere, right, of France is crowned the 2017 winner by former Miss Universe Pia Wurtzbach of the Philippines during the Miss Universe pageant at the Mall of Asia Arena in Manila on Jan. 30, 2017. (Photo: AFP)

Steve Harvey’s Miss Universe gaffe stole the show during the 2016 Miss Universe competition. Yet for this year’s scandal-free event, the gowns (and, of course, the women wearing them) were a focal point of the night — which was good news for Marquis Bias, the stylist for the Miss Universe Organization.

So what made this year’s pageant fashion, which is typically overlooked, different than in the past? Contestants shifting away from wearing typical “pageant” looks (think voluminous tulle skirts with jewel-encrusted bodices in bright colors) and opting for more typical red carpet ready stunners.

Bias, who is a fan of the trend, says that the change is being brought on by the participants themselves and that IMG, which bought the organization in late 2015, has also been a proponent of the shift.

“Of course there’s still girls that are tried and true pageant girls, and their gowns are very of that inspiration, but I feel that a lot of the girls that are more successful in the evening gown competition are girls that choose gowns that could easily be seen on any red carpet,” Bias tells Yahoo Style.

Case in point: the dresses worn by the competition’s top nine finalists, especially those of Miss Kenya, Miss Thailand, and Miss Haiti. Of course, no one’s fashion was more emblematic of this trend than that of the crowned winner herself, Miss France, Iris Mittenaere.

The dental surgery student, whose honesty during the Q&A section made her a shoo-in for the crown, dressed in a gold couture gown that reportedly took five months to make for the evening gown portion of the night. Yet, Bias admits that he “was just very excited to have a Miss France because it’s been 64 years, if I’m not mistaken, since Europe has had a winner.”

As a function of his role, Bias works with the crowned Miss Teen USA, Miss USA, and Miss Universe throughout their respective reigns. “We often have Latin winners, which is wonderful; we’ve had several winners from Asia; we’ve had quite a few American winners; we’ve had some African winners as well; but we haven’t had a European winner in quite some time.”

Miss Universe 2016, Pia Wurtzbach, who’s from the Philippines where the competition took place and also collaborated with Bias, crowned her successor in a blue custom-designed Michael Cinco couture gown.

The reigning Miss Universe PIA WURTZBACH @piawurtzbach wears a stunning MICHAEL CINCO cobalt blue couture ball gown as she relinquishes her crown to the next winner…Thank you to the very kind @swanbirdnyc and @marquis.bias… @sayed5inco @stylepr @asiancouturefederation @couturissimo #couture #MissUniverse #piawurtzbach #Philippines #confidentlybeautiful #Dubai #MyDubai #MadeinDubai #MichaelCinco

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“She really just honestly left it up to him,” Bias said of the full-skirted design. “She has admired him for years and she was very adamant about having him create her final walk gown. She really just said that she wanted a strapless ball gown and left the rest up to him.”

The royal blue piece, which was one of three Cinco designs Wurtzbach wore for the weekend-long competition, was a stunner. Not only was it important in that Cinco is also Filipino, but the color was actually significant to Wurtzbach’s tenure too.

“She was crowned in a blue gown as well, and since then the color has been coined as Pia Blue,” Bias explains. “Throughout her reign she’s worn this same color blue a lot at pivotal moments in her career. She wore Pia blue when she was interviewed by Steve Harvey; she wore blue when she did her homecoming in the Philippines, and she really wanted that full circle moment in her reign of having the same Pia blue for her final walk gown.”  

However, Cinco wasn’t the only designer who dressed the pageant queen for the weekend; there was also industry mainstay Sherri Hill.

“Ever since I was a kid growing up and watching pageants, you really weren’t anything if you weren’t wearing Sherri Hill,” Bias explains. “She’s of course been a sponsor at Miss Universe for many, many years and we’re so blessed to have her.” Wurtzbach wore multiple designs from the company while the Texas based-brand also created Miss USA’s preliminary and evening wear gowns.

And as for what the stylist is looking forward to throughout Miittenaere’s tenure? ”I’m excited for those French designers,” he confessed.

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The Chase Files 17/11/2019

Good Morning #realdreamchasers. Here is your daily news cap for Sunday, November 17th, 2019. There is a lot to read and digest so take your time. Remember you can read full articles via Barbados Government Information Service (BGIS), Barbados Today (BT), or by purchasing a Sunday Sun Nation Newspaper (SS).

POWER SURGES AFFECT SEVERAL BWA STATIONS – The Barbados Water Authority (BWA) wishes to inform the public that it suffered power surges at several of its facilities Saturday night, which caused the equipment at the facilities to shut off. While crews this morning began the process of restarting those facilities, a few still remain to be put back online. The stoppages resulted in loss of water supply to some customers in various districts overnight. However, pumping should resume once power is fully restored. Meanwhile, work continues Sunday at the Newmarket Pumping Station to complete the repair of a pump damaged on Thursday as a result of the Barbados Light & Power Company’s electrical outages.This facility along with the Fort George Reservoir sends water to customers in parts of St George, St Michael and Christ Church. As the work progresses, the water supply is slowly being restored to some areas, while others may continue to experience low levels or outages until the repair work is complete. The Authority will continue to service customers in the affected districts via water tanker in the interim. The BWA apologizes for the inconvenience these outages have caused. (BT)

TEMPORARY CLOSURE OF QEH MAIN ENTRANCE – The main entrance of the Queen Elizabeth Hospital is closed to both vehicular and pedestrian traffic from today through tomorrow. This temporary closure is to facilitate the repaving of the roadway under the canopy of the hospital’s main entrance to mitigate against the pooling of water, and reduce the potential slip hazard to those traversing this area. Pedestrians accessing the hospital are asked to do so through the glass doors on the ground floor of the Lion's Caribbean Eye Care Centre. The drop off and pick up of non-ambulatory patients will be facilitated through the access arm of the private staff car park and entry point to the left of the hospital’s Martindale’s Road entrance. (SS)

FORMER LOUIS LYNCH PREMISES CLEANED – A clean-up operation has been undertaken at the former Louis Lynch Secondary School, Whitepark Road, St Michael. It came eight months after this newspaper published photographs showing the building overrun with bush and debris and in a rundown state. An official in the Ministry of Housing and Lands told the Sunday Sun that the clean-up was the result of Government’s commitment to bring back into use several of its unoccupied buildings. “Government has received a number of offers for buildings which are no longer in use and it is important that we still upkeep and maintain these buildings,” the source said. (SS)

BOGUS SALESMAN WARNING –A group of “foreigners” has been driving around Barbados trying to peddle garden equipment under the guise that they were acting on behalf of Carter & Co. Ltd. But management at the general stores is warning that these are fraudulent sales people and none of the equipment represents any of the brands sold by the company. Brian Hurley, a director at Carter’s, told the Sunday Sun these people were “foreigners”  declaring that they are selling garden equipment which is under warranty by Carter’s. He said that the company did not conduct business that way. (SS)

FAMILY STILL AT A LOSS OVER DEADLY SHOOTING – It has been three years since handyman Edward “Eddie” Watson died at the hands of a gunman in Inch Marlow, Christ Church. And his family members are still at a loss as to who pulled the trigger and why anyone would have wanted “the loving man” dead. Watson, 48, a Dominican who came to Barbados 13 years prior to his death, was painting the residence of former Barbados and England cricketer Roland Butcher when he was gunned down. It was around 1:30 in the afternoon of October 2016 when residents heard several loud explosions before they discovered Watson, a father of three, lying motionless in the patio. (SS)

INNISS TOPS CLASS –The wait is over for Asa Inniss. Seventeen-year-old Inniss was the class of a seven-man field and walked away champion of the National Sports Council’s Mr Schoolboy Bodybuilding Competition at Combermere School on Friday night. The auto mechanics student at the Samuel Jackman Prescod Institute of Technology also won the Best Poser and Most Muscular awards before an audience that included 2019 Mr Bridgetown winner Shaquille Lavine,  multiple Darcy Beckles Classic winner Hoskins “Biscuit” Worrell, top bodybuilder Joe Bourne, professional bodybuilder Lindon Belgrave and former national cyclist Deidre Mayers. The improved Inniss, who competed in the Upper Junior Boys Bodybuilding segment last year, and showed undefined legs, was close to the entire package. (SS)

JAMAICA ISSUES ALMOST 100 MINERAL LICENCES – The Jamaica government says it is has granted nearly 90 exploratory licences for semi-precious minerals such as cobalt, copper, gold, silver and zinc, since March last year.

“Right now, almost every square inch of Jamaica is under a prospecting licence for some kind of mineral. The beauty of it, is that most of the companies that are prospecting… are Jamaican-owned. So if [for example] gold is found… in commercial quantities, the profits will stay here,” said Transport and Mining Minister, Robert Montague. He assured, however, that the government is encouraging and facilitating the exploitation of minerals “in a very sustainable and structured way” and that in a bid to encourage the mining of semiprecious minerals, the Ministry’s Mines and Geology Division hosted a series of workshops and training seminars for industry stakeholders. He told a Corporate Governance Seminar that these formed part of the three-year Euro 13.1-million African, Caribbean and Pacific-European Union (ACP-EU) Development Minerals Programme. This capacity-building initiative, conceptualised by the ACP Group of States, aims to enhance the profile and improve the management of development minerals. These include industrial minerals, construction materials, and dimension and semiprecious stones. The engagement is being implemented by the United Nations Development Programme (UNDP), which jointly finances it with the EU. According to a UNDP publication, development minerals provide crucial inputs for domestic economic development, such as infrastructure, manufacturing, construction and agriculture. Additionally, they have the potential to be high value, in terms of national development. Montague noted that the programme has benefited local jewellery makers who are now utilising semiprecious stones, “which is a huge market”. (SS)

DORIAN CAUSED BILLIONS IN DAMAGE, SAYS IDB – The Inter-American Development Bank (IDB) says a new report estimates the total cost of the impacts and effects of Hurricane Dorian on The Bahamas in September at US$3.4 billion, with hundreds dead or missing and impacts on the economy that will last for years. It said the estimate comes out to over a quarter of the country’s gross domestic product (GDP), or the equivalent of the United States losing the combined economic outputs of California, Texas and Florida.  “The magnitude of the losses requires a new development approach to achieve climate and disaster resilience in areas that range from location of settlements to redesigning infrastructure and strengthening environmental protection,” according to the report, titled “Assessment of the Effects and Impacts of Hurricane Dorian in the Bahamas”. Hurricane Dorian lashed the archipelago on September 1 as a category five storm and while the official death toll has been put at 67 with 282 people missing, there’s a suggestion that the amount of people killed is in excess of 100. In addition, an additional 29,472 persons were affected by the hurricane by damages to their homes and assets. Hurricane Dorian struck Grand Bahama and Abaco with punishing winds and storm surges, with the island of New Providence also suffering some impacts. Inadequate construction and infrastructure located in vulnerable areas exacerbated the storm’s impacts. “It is important that those directly affected by the disaster feel the presence and solidarity of the government throughout the difficult process ahead,” said IDP representative, Daniela Carrera-Marquis,” adding “reconstruction efforts will last many years and will require a well-coordinated participation of public and private sectors, civil society and the international community.” The Bahamas government has asked the IDB to assess the impacts of Hurricane Dorian and as part of a long-standing partnership, the IDB teamed up with the United Nations Economic Commission for Latin America and the Caribbean (ECLAC) for technical assistance with the valuation. The taskforce was complemented by the Pan-American Health Organization (PAHO). (SS)

INDEPENDENCE SERVICE ON NOVEMBER 24 – The National Service of Thanksgiving to mark Barbados’ 53rd anniversary of Independence takes place at the Garfield Sobers Gymnasium on November 24 at 3:30 p.m. Members of the public are invited to join Governor General Dame Sandra Mason, Prime Minister Mia Amor Mottley, members of Cabinet, Members of Parliament and other dignitaries in celebrating the occasion under the theme One Nation, One Love, One Light. The preacher will be Bishop Dr Gerry Seale of the Pentecostal Assemblies of the West Indies while the officiant will be The Rev. Beverley Sealy-Knight of the Barbados Christian Council, but the service will embrace the range of religious faiths represented in the island including the Christian, Muslim and Jewish Communities. The newly-formed Barbados Youth Advance Corps will present the national flag and will also lead the intercessory prayers for young people. Rev. Dr Michael Clarke of the Anglican Church will lead the Liturgy of Light during which the youth and centenarians will play important roles, lighting the official national candle and reciting the national pledge. There will be musical performances by the Band of the Royal Barbados Police Force, the National Independence Service Mass Choir, the Moramus Singers, the choir of St Patrick’s Roman Catholic Cathedral and the Royal Diadems.  Persons attending the service are asked to be seated by 2:45 p.m. (BGIS)

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