#multi colored stacked stone

[worshipsam]

Traditional Exterior Mid-sized elegant multicolored two-story mixed siding gable roof photo

[fivewanderingfingers]

Traditional Exterior Mid-sized elegant multicolored two-story mixed siding gable roof photo

[kid-crayon]

Kansas City Patio

Patio fountain - mid-sized traditional backyard patio fountain idea

[foodandboozeme]

Traditional Patio - Tile Patio - large traditional backyard tile patio idea with a pergola

[samblerg]

Patio - Eclectic Patio Inspiration for a mid-sized, eclectic backyard remodel that includes a pergola and a concrete paver patio fountain

[vestaignis]

Скала Дан Брист в Ирландии.

Приблизительно в 5 км к северу от деревни Балликасл, в ирландском графстве Мейо, находится удивительный мыс под названием Даунпатрик-Хед. Возвышаясь на 38 метро выше моря, он открывает захватывающие дух виды Атлантики и высокие утесы вдоль берега. Название Даунпатрик возникло со времени, когда сам Св. Патрик основал церковь в этих местах. Вы можете все еще увидеть руины церкви, с каменным крестом наверху. Ежегодно в конце июля здесь собираются верующие, чтобы провести мессу. Во время Второй мировой войны тут был построен пост береговой охраны, который теперь используется, чтобы исследовать птиц, которые гнездятся на высоких утесах.

Отрезанная от материка и лежащая в 80 метрах от берега, находится знаменитая скала Дан Брист. Морской стек отделился от материка в 1393 под воздействием воды, и люди, живущие на утесах, были спасены с помощью веревок. Конечно же, не обошлось и без иной версии отделения скалы, которая увековечилась в древней легенде. Предания гласят, что когда-то на месте Дан Бриста жил непокорный языческий вождь, который отказался обращаться в христианство. В знак протеста самый почитаемый святой Ирландии, Патрик, ударил посохом об землю, отделив скалу вместе с вождем. Как бы то ни было, вертикальный утес является очень интересным местом – его высота составляет около 45 метров, а ширина и длина, соответственно, 63 и 23 метра. Высокие утесы мыса Даунпатрик и скалы Дан Брист, демонстрирующие многослойные разноцветные пласты пород, были сформированы более 350 миллионов лет тому назад. Эти места представляют особый интерес для орнитологов, которые наблюд��ют здесь за редкими птицами, гнездящимися на скалах, а в весенний период тут буйно расцветает армерия, создавая поистине фантастический пейзаж.

Dun Brist Rock in Ireland.

About 5 km north of the village of Ballycastle, in the Irish county of Mayo, lies a stunning headland called Downpatrick Head. Rising 38 metres above the sea, it offers breathtaking views of the Atlantic and the high cliffs along the coast. The name Downpatrick comes from the time when St Patrick himself founded a church here. You can still see the ruins of the church, with a stone cross on top. Every year at the end of July, the faithful gather here to celebrate mass. During the Second World War, a coastguard post was built here, which is now used to study the birds that nest on the high cliffs.

Cut off from the mainland and lying 80 metres from the shore, lies the famous Dun Brist Rock. The sea stack broke away from the mainland in 1393 under the action of the water, and the people living on the cliffs were saved with the help of ropes. Of course, there is another version of the separation of the rock, which was immortalized in an ancient legend. Legends say that once on the site of Dun Brist lived a rebellious pagan chieftain who refused to convert to Christianity. In protest, the most revered saint of Ireland, Patrick, struck the ground with his staff, separating the rock along with the chieftain.

Be that as it may, the vertical cliff is a very interesting place - its height is about 45 meters, and the width and length, respectively, are 63 and 23 meters. The high cliffs of Cape Downpatrick and the cliffs of Dun Brist, demonstrating multi-layered multi-colored rock layers, were formed more than 350 million years ago. These places are of particular interest to ornithologists, who watch here rare birds nesting on the rocks, and in the spring, thrift blooms here, creating a truly fantastic landscape.

Источник:://t.me/roundtravel,fishki.net/4284556-velikolepnaja-skala-surovoj-irlandii.html,/terra-z.com/archives/66906, /notionsontour .com /delightful-downpatrick-head-on-the-wild-atlantic-way/, /wallpapers.99px.ru/wallpapers/332882/,/pressa.tv/web-puteshestviya/30655-skala-dan-brist-u-beregov-irlandii-7-foto.html, /pikabu.ru/story/skala_danbrist_v_irlandii_7142151,/kulturologia.ru/blogs/110418/38561/, /dzen.ru/a/Y0xHzOMj-kbmAiMe.

[accidental-king]

BURYING THE NOT QUITE DEAD: A DISCO ELYSIUM FANFIC

My take on the events after the game featuring a multi-fic HarryKim slowburn. I'm also just a sucker for case fics. This is just a snippet from Chapter 1 but I actually have several chapters written. I'll be posting them on AO3 eventually but I'd like to run it by some beta readers first. Feel free to DM me if you're interested!

SHIVERS - As the sun begins to lower over Jamrock, the dome of an old silk mill shines like brass in the golden light. It's not difficult to see a time in which masses of workers filed in and out of its entrances, and the motor lorries lined up along its western wing to collect their wares. Miles upon miles of lustrous textiles to be shipped across oceans and isolas to glide across the skin and furnishings of those few who can afford it. The Revacholiere will never be one of those people. 

The long and blocky building projects off of either side of the dome like a russet brick ladybird, splitting its chitinous hide and stretching its wings between half-demolished tenements and modern high rises alike. Its masonry tells tales of a time before the deathblow. A time when even the utilitarian still showed a thread of residual vanity in the form of granite steps, sharp stone arches, and molded concrete cornerstones. Original varve clay brick, brown like dried autumn leaves, sit in contrast to newer, coppery replacements, highlighting the scars of war and neglect in cracks, blotches and even an entire end of one wing. Always visible like a reality you can't unsee. 

ESPRIT DE CORPS - It has been a Police Precinct longer now than it was ever a Silk Mill but its old purpose still lingers in the bones of its columns, trusses, and long abandoned smoke stacks.

INLAND EMPIRE - It’s all that you have left.

What’s to the North?

What’s to the South?

What’s to the East?

What’s to the West?

What’s inside this building?

Shudder and blink

YOU - What’s to the North?

SHIVERS - A peninsula. A district left abandoned by its surrounding infrastructure. Bombed out ruins and mountains of shipping crates slowly turning red. The harbor has been locked up tight since shots rang out in the square. Blood and heavy fuel oil paint an old mosaic red and hang in the air like a fog that dares to challenge the sunlight. Motor lorries still sit abandoned in the circle, where you left them. A bookstore is no better now than your last visit, and a hostel is now empty of guests minus a few lucky souls who now grieve their lost brothers in the Union booth.

INLAND EMPIRE - It was your home for the past week.

CONCEPTUALIZATION - It is your birthplace. Born of a drug and drink deluge, on a floor covered in a lifetime of mistakes. 

YOU - And beyond that?

SHIVERS - An islet of crumbling concrete and steel. The wind whistles through water reeds and swathes of tiny white petals that push through the last spring snow. Ashes of a fire long gone out blow out into the sea to be swallowed like the memories of the cause that built it. Its only resident is gone now, taken away for medical treatment and for a prison sentence that will see him to his final days.

What’s to the North?

What’s to the South?

What’s to the East?

What’s to the West?

What’s inside this building?

Shudder and blink

YOU - What’s to the south?

SHIVERS - An apartment building. Mostly stone, though partially the ivy and wisteria that have done their part to claim it in an attempt to reach the heavens. They are a part of one another now; inseparable without either coming to ruin. Inside, a marriage has been strengthened thanks to an unusual discovery made by an unusual officer of the RCM. Husband and wife embrace as they look over the colorful image between them.

YOU - And beyond that?

SHIVERS - A wind whips down the long stretch of Boogie Street that barely contains the buildings and crowds on either side. Neon signs illuminate dark windows that are rattled by the music within. Lively chatter fills the air both inside and out. A young woman walks out with her lover in hand. She presses close to his side to fight against the chill of the spring air as her dark brunette curls whip about her face. The man flashes a charismatic smile and he pulls her in closer to lead her away to a shiny white lacquer motor carriage parked just off the main street. They each know something the other does not.

What’s to the North?

What’s to the south?

What’s to the East?

What’s to the West?

What’s inside this building?

Shudder and blink

YOU - What’s to the east?

SHIVERS - Seemingly endless blocks of brutalist apartment buildings that tower over the residences that survived the revolution 43 years ago. The whole district lies in a millennium old riverbed, leaving it forever in shadow of Jamrock to its west, the GRIH to its north, Grand Couron to its east. Grand Couron and the Old South district maintain their borders with two of La Delta’s canals. 

INLAND EMPIRE - A mark of constant probability. Everyone of Revachol West is just one bad couple of weeks away from moving to the Eminent Domain or the Burnt Out Quarter.

SHIVERS - Across the water, a woman in a satin robe sits with her elderly dog, surrounded by shining white marble as she peers out her 11th story window. The glass leaves the evening in an emerald tint. She would have the Eminent Domain wiped from the face of the Earth if it meant sparing her view. The canal and a financial cushion are all that separates her from the proles.

And beyond that?

SHIVERS - La rivière Espérance and Revachol East

What’s to the North?

What’s to the South?

What’s to the East?

What’s to the West?

What’s inside this building?

Shudder and blink

YOU - What’s to the West?

SHIVERS - A home you will never see again. Trees and underbrush devoured the old hospital and surrounding buildings of the Pox long before you even had a chance to remember it. Stray vagrants find their way through the bombed out ruins, shuffling past abandoned wire bed frames and rusted carts of broken tare. There is nothing left to be found here but a little bit of shelter from the wind. But the Valley of Dogs lurks nearby and most know never to stay unless they’re entirely out of options. This place will likely never be safe again.

What’s to the North?

What’s to the South?

What’s to the East?

What’s to the West?

What’s in this building?

Shudder and blink

YOU - What’s in this building?

SHIVERS - As day begins to fade and the lights begin to slowly begin to blink on across the city, multi-story factory windows will slowly transition from the concealing darkness to exposing illumination of what is no longer the East Insulindic Textiles Company. The loading docs have now become the motor pool for the 41st Precinct of the Revachol Citizens Militia. An old Coupris 40 whirs past a vehicle of a similar model and one of a decidedly newer model as it turns into the garage for the evening. Both MCs it passed do not belong to the 41st.

Inside the building proper, a stern looking man in a well tailored uniform walks toward the elevator at a brisk pace. His left breast is heavily decorated in medals and ribbons. One from the Suzerain, three from the Commune, most from the Moralist International. He bears the weight of the whole city on his shoulders but he carries it with an air of pride and authority. He’s heard tell of some strange happenings and without seeing it for himself, he’s not sure he believes it. 

Across the precinct, in the East wing, tucked into the far end of the first floor an eclectic group of men sit inside a dimly lit Lazareth. Three surround one in a way not too dissimilar from how the interviewee had been earlier in the day.

What’s to the North?

What’s to the South?

What’s to the East?

What’s to the West?

What’s in this building?

Shudder and blink

YOU - A violent shudder passes down your spine and you find yourself suddenly aware that you have been staring off into the ether for about 3 minutes. You are one with your body once more.

PRECINCT 41 - The Lazareth Office of Dr. Nix Gottlieb is small despite the size of the precinct that it maintains. Cabinets and shelves line just about every surface in some manner or capacity. And each and every surface was crammed packed with medical supplies, specimens, and piles upon piles of folders and textbooks. There isn’t much space to move, let alone work. The center of the room is dominated by a surgical table that is currently sporting a flimsy pad that serves as a cushion for your injured ass.

INLAND EMPIRE - This is the closest thing to private healthcare you’ve seen in years.

PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - Your bullet riddled leg has already been looked over. You’d managed to pull your stitches and partially reopen the injury during your little jaunt about Martinaise and the islet.

PAIN THRESHOLD - You wish you’d been unconscious like the first time you got sewn up. Gottlieb is quick and efficient but he’s merciless in the empathy department. In other words, you cried. And your leg still hurts like a bitch.

EMPATHY - Kim radiated pride and relief behind his subdued expression when the doctor had complimented his work.

ESPRIT DE CORPS - [legendary: failure] He’s just glad it wasn’t worse.

NIX GOTTLIEB - The doctor is a bespeckled elderly man, dressed in civilian clothes, a dark, woven turtle neck covered by a brown blazer that stopped fitting him in the shoulders about 10 years ago. His forehead and brow are permanently creased by stress and a deep look of concentration. His brow deepens when you shake yourself out of the thought. “Welcome back, Detective.”

RHETORIC - That was sarcasm. He doesn’t care.

PERCEPTION [smell] - On his breath, mingled with the scent of Tioumoutiri cigarettes, you catch a whiff of peppermint schnapps.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - If we play our cards right, maybe he’ll share a belt.

VOLITION - We’ve been clean this week. Don’t fuck this up now.

NIX GOTTLIEB - He scratches at his wispy white hair and beard as he speaks over his shoulder at two other men. “And how long would you say these episodes tend to last?”

KIM KITSURAGI - Your partner of the last seven days looks between you and the blue notebook in his hands, occasionally flipping through its pages. He still stands in his field attire; Orange nylon bomber jacket zipped up to his collar, white crew shirt hidden beneath it, brown aviation mechanic pants tucked neatly into his black boots, and his brown leather driving gloves. 

KIM KITSURAGI - He thumbs over a couple of pages before answering, “Anywhere between a few seconds to several minutes. This… is one of his longer episodes.”

CONCEPTUALIZATION - Wait! Has he been taking notes on you?

LOGIC - [medium: Failure] Of course not. We’ve already established that this is his method of working through his thoughts. This is likely a method of recall for him.

TRANT HEIDELSTAM - A lean blonde man in a tailored suit looks over you from where he stands, with fascination glittering in his hazel eyes. You saw a similar light when you spoke with him in front of the defunct Feld R&D when he spoke of their pre-revolution efforts. He was also one of the only ones in the fishing village who stood up for you against your partners onslaught of insults.

ESPRIT DE CORPS - This man is a special consultant taken onto the Major Crimes Unit in C-Wing. His well-traveled knowledge and personable demeanor has lent itself invaluably to the task force.

AUTHORITY - /Your/ task force.

INLAND EMPIRE - Not anymore. You’ll be lucky if they’ll even let you back into the field as a patrol officer, given the circumstances.

TRANT HEIDELSTAM - “And what do you experience during these… lapses, Harry?”

HALF LIGHT - Don’t. This is a trap.

[RHETORIC - challenging] Explain the skill set

+1 Kim is here -1 Butcher doctor -1 This sounds insane

[VOLITION: legendary] “The city speaks to me sometimes.”

+1 Revelation in the church +1 She loves you -1 This sounds insane

[DRAMA - godly] Convince them your thoughts are normal (lie)

-1 Kim is here -1 Butcher doctor -1 You’re already insane

“A real shit show of internal monologue that drowns out the world around me.” [continue]

Really? Anything else?

YOU - Really? Anything else?

CONCEPTUALIZATION - Nope.

[RHETORIC - challenging] Explain the skill set

RHETORIC [challenging - Failure] What spills forth is a vomited spew of half finished sentences, aborted gestures, and some words you’re pretty sure you’re misusing. You throw in some apologies and self-depreciation for good measure like a dog half-heartedly trying to bury its own shit.

NIX GOTTLIEB - “Try again. But in Vacholian this time.” His arms cross and his fingers drum impatiently on his bicep.

[RHETORIC - challenging] Explain the skill set

[VOLITION - legendary] “The city speaks to me sometimes.”

+1 Revelation in the church +1 She loves you -3 This sounds insane

[DRAMA - godly] Convince them your thoughts are normal (lie)

-1 Kim is here -1 Butcher doctor -3 You’re already insane

“A real shit show of internal monologue that drowns out the world around me.” [continue]

Really? Anything else?

YOU - “Just a real shit show of an internal monologue that drowns out the world around me.”

KIM KITSURAGI - “It’s inconvenient at times, but he often comes through with concepts and ideas I never would have considered. Unorthodox as it may be, it was invaluable to the investigation.”

DRAMA - [Medium: Success] He means it, sire.

EMPATHY - He’s concerned about your well being, but he also doesn’t want to see you misrepresented in the eyes of these men.

+1 Morale

[iamthecomet]

"He knows they can take it. Knows he can crank them up, make them sweat, and whine. It's one of very few ways he can get Swiss to beg."

Look, I know how many requests you must have already, but if you ever elaborated on this it would ruin me in all the very best ways. You know how I feel about whiny begging Swiss.

for @comp-lady and @askingforthesun 1.8k of Mean Dew. Temperature play. VERY improper uses of hot wax. and a needy, whimpering, multi-ghoul.

Swiss prides himself on his ability to adapt. He takes things as they come. Be it a nasty fall off of the stage, or Rain driving his boot into his bladder until his vision blurs. Swiss doesn't buckle. He rolls with it. Leans in. He goes to his knees frequently but rarely drops all the way. Almost never begs. He doesn't get desperate for anything--doesn't need anything bad enough to grovel for it. It's rare that anyone can drag him into that headspace. Needy. Desperate. straddling the razors edge between panic and pleasure. "Color." Swiss tips his head back. He hadn't realized he'd been drifting, eyes unfocused toward the fire raging in Dew's fireplace. All of the logs Dew had stacked in it have burned to ash by now--but the fire doesn't stop. Propelled by Dew's magic. The same infernal heat that is crawling up Swiss' spine. He's deliciously dizzy, the world a little hazy, out of it. He feels sweat trickle down the side of his face. He blinks mismatched eyes at Dew's cruelly beautiful face and Dew sneers at him. He sets one burning hand against Swiss' cheek. "I asked you a question." "Green," Swiss says. He's trying to keep his voice level, it takes a lot of effort. Satanas he's so hot. It feels like the room should be burning down around him. Like he should catch on fire at any second. He's naked, sweat shimmering on every inch of dark skin. Despite the discomfort, the heat, the rough hearthstones beneath his knees, he's still so hard. "Good." Dew pats his hand on the side of Swiss' face, the grin he levels on him is cruel. It makes Swiss' stomach twist. Dew straightens. Swiss' is thrown off when the absence of his touch doesn't bring cool relief. If anything the heat intensities. It feels like it's coming from inside of him. A fever burning it's way through his chest. Into his veins. Immolation at a lazy wave of Dew's hand. He wonders how much Dew can really do--if this takes no visible effort. He watches Dew walk away from him. He's shirtless. Pale skin illuminated by flickering firelight. His golden hair is tied into a knot at the base of his neck. Unlike Swiss, Dew's skin is free from the glimmer of sweat. He looks perfectly at ease. Back as straight as ever, but relaxed. Unbothered by the twitching ghoul kneeling behind him. He's doing something at his desk that Swiss can't see, head bowed. Swiss shifts a little on his knees. The stones on the hearth dig into his shins. If he stays here much longer he'll have bruises from the mortar lines. That's probably exactly what Dew wants. To run his fingers over them later, press meanly against them to drag harsh gasps from Swiss' lungs. Dew's head rockets up as Swiss adjusts himself. The glare he fixes Swiss with as he turns to look at him fills Swiss' stomach with cold dread. He's been good. He hasn't moved. Has kept his hands where Dew told him (on his thighs, palms down). He feels all the drain away. Dew is never going to let him cum. Dew watches him cooly, then turns back to the task at hand. "What did I tell you?" "Stay still," Swiss parrots back to him. There's no keeping the shake out of his voice now. He's so hot. He's so fucking hard. He wants Dew to touch him. He wants him to turn the temperature down. He wants any form of minute relief. It's blissful torture. Pinned between wanting this agony to last forever, or for Dew to finally give in--to make him cum so hard he blacks out. Swiss' fingers shake against his thighs, but he doesn't move again.

He's drifting again when Dew comes back. It's so rare that anyone really gets him to drop that he doesn't realize it until Dew's carding a gentle hand through his hair. His skin hot enough to scald if Swiss didn't have a little fire magic of his own. As it is, his touch stings. Swiss wonders what those hot hands will feel like on the rest of his body. His cock twitches at the thought. Dew notices, eyes dragging down to where Swiss is hard and heavy between his legs. His cock is flushed, the tip shiny with pre. His arousal is an ever-present ache. Somehow better and worse than the heat. They work in tandem to drive Swiss deeper--to drive him insane. "Please," Swiss says suddenly. His mouth is dry, his throat aches.

"Please what?" "Dew. Come on--Just..give me something. Anything," Swiss can't help it now. There's no holding back the pleading. The need for something other than this particular brand of purgatorial torture. "Anything?" Dew cocks an eyebrow. Swiss notices, too late, that Dew's other hand is behind his back. Swiss nods, not thinking. Edging toward stupid, desperate. The first drip of wax onto his collarbone wakes him up a little. It hurts. His cock kicks with each dribble. Precum beading at the tip as Dew holds a closed fist over Swiss' body and lets deep violet wax fall from his fingers. It doesn't dry fast enough. Running in burning rivulets down Swiss' overheated body. Dew watches their path, dripping over his nipples, down his belly to dry in the hair of his happy trail. Swiss tips his head back, arches his back, presses into that pain. A low groan dragged from his chest as Dew shifts his angle and the wax hits his hips, runs down the crease toward his balls. Swiss clamps his eyes closed. Feels each drip of wax as it lands on his skin. His thighs, his pubic bone. Closer and closer to the place he wants it, but never quite there. A splatter of wax hits his knuckles, drips over his inner thighs. Swiss can't think about how hot he is anymore--only about the ache in his groin. About the bright lines of decadent pain Dew is carving into him.

Dew shifts. Swiss feels it, and then suddenly they’re on the same level. Dew slips one knee between Swiss’ spread thighs and shoves his legs a little further open.

Swiss tips his head back up, looks at Dew stupidly. He wants to ask for something—to ask what’s next. But his tongue is so heavy in his mouth. And he doesn’t know what he wants—except whatever Dew is willing to give him. He isn’t as hot now, Dew must have pulled back on some of the heat. Dew’s watching him with careful eyes, calculating. He’s nudged up close, his kneecap pressed just barely up against Swiss’ balls.

“Color,” Dew asks, softer this time. He takes the hand not coated in wax and puts it on Swiss’ cheek, forces their eyes together so Dew can look for something—Swiss doesn’t know what.

“Green. So green. Touch me with it,” Swiss grits out, nodding toward Dew’s wax coated hand.

Dew licks his lips. It’s the only warning Swiss has before Dew opens his fist. The last remnants of the candle he’d been clutching still melting against his skin. He curls his fingers around the base of Swiss’ aching cock and Swiss howls. Back bowing backward, hips jerking upward into Dew’s hand as white-hot pleasure sparks up his spine. It shouldn’t feel this good. It shouldn’t feel like this. The wax stays wet between their overheated bodies and Dew drags it up and down Swiss’ shaft in languid strokes at first, polishing the head, mixing wax and pre. Swiss is shuddering in no time. Thighs twitching, hips bucking up into Dew’s hand as he chases the coil in his gut. “Close already?” Dew asks, his voice cold. “Pathetic.”  “Dew—oh fuck—Dew you’re gonna make me—”

“No.” Dew pulls his hand back and Swiss sags, he twitches, hips rolling up, searching for the one last bit of friction he needs to cum. He was so close, inches away. It barely starts to recede before Dew’s back on him, strokes not languid anymore, and it’s only second before Swiss is whining again. Begging. Dew pulls off as soon as the first please leaves Swiss’ lips. Dew sets a rhythm. A handful of quick strokes until Swiss is keening, before letting go. Watching Swiss’ cock bob and pulse.

On the last one, he grips the base of Swiss cock hard, hot wax running down the shaft and down to his aching balls. They’re so heavy. God all Swiss can think about is cumming. Not the heat still pulsing through him, or the wax drying on his skin. Just release, relief. He shakes in Dew’s grasp.

“Ask for it,” Dew orders. “Nicely.”

“Please,” Swiss gasps. Trying to fuck into Dew’s hand and failing. “Please make me cum, Dew. Please. I need it—I—please.” “Such a fucking whore aren’t you?”  Swiss nods. Satanas he’ll say anything. Agree to anything. His cock kicks in Dew’s grip, stomach swooping at the dark look in Dew’s eyes. Swiss wants to reach out to him, wants to pull him in and beg. Offer him life and limb, and internal organs just for this.

Dew must see something in his eyes—a little too much desperation, a little too much devotion. Because when he starts to jack Swiss off this time he doesn’t stop. Not when Swiss keens, and rocks in his grip. Not when he warns him, voice breaking. All Dew does is shift his own position, pulling back so that when Swiss cums it’s all over the fireplace and not Dew’s jeans.

Swiss’ orgasm blows through him like a train. His eyes roll back as he bends in. Shoulders hunching, body shuddering with each wave. The pleasure pain of it is exquisite. Electricity sparking through his fingertips. He seizes, his vision darkens at the edges but Dew holds him upright, works him through it with measured strokes as Swiss spends himself all over the stones in front of the fire.

Dew whispers praises in his ears that Swiss doesn’t really hear. Strokes his hand through Swiss’ hair, over his back, as he comes back. Breathing slowing into something easy. He’s boneless like this, pliant. Dew presses a kiss between his horns.

Swiss looks up at him after a while, the room clearing. The world steady beneath him. He’s exhausted, fucked out, loose limbed. He feels good.

“Welcome back,” Dew whispers against his hair. “You ok?”

“Better than.”

“Good,” Dew grins at him. “Guess that means you can bathe yourself.”

Judging by the swift lance of panic that slices through Swiss—he isn’t back to normal as much as he thought. He clings to Dew even though he knows it’s a joke. Dragging the smaller ghoul closer even as Dew chuckles softly at him. “Yeah,” he says, bumping his horns against Swiss’ “that’s what I thought.”

[omies-odd-writing-spot]

Lifeboat 11 Slow Morning

[Also on Ao3]

Wholesome stuffs ahead! be warned~!

Chapter Eleven:

Lana was pretty sure if there was magic, she was staring at it. 

Magic was a science you did not understand yet? Right? 

Lana definitely did not understand what she was seeing. Close, but not fully understanding how it worked, and Sesa admitted to not knowing more than the basics of ‘it stores energy.’ She was very careful not to touch the wide rock in the inset of the table she was sitting beside. It was some sort of wood, but carved not twenty minutes ago by the giant woman. Simple and more desk like, with two thick solid legs on either side instead of thinner four legs designs. Big enough that Lana could sit or stand beside it, mostly because the top was in two levels. Likely from how the wood was cut. It made an interesting half table, half countertop with each half being several feet long and wide. The lower section beside the ‘step’ had a curved bowl-like section that was filled with some black sand from the main cooking area. The wide, foot or so ‘chip’ of almost shale like rock resting on that, and producing heat seemingly from nowhere.

“Should I make you a better table?” Sesa offered from where she was standing in front of the cooking stove top on the other side of the sink from Lana.

“It’s working,” Lana assured, examining the clay dishes that came from the store. If she remembered right, it was the store owner’s daughter that made them? They were a pretty light blue color, but had multi blue speckles all over on the inside and outside with the glaze. It was about the size of a large cake pan to Lana, in a rough rectangle shape with rounded edges. Without any other cooking pans, she had it on top of the ‘heat stone’ as Sesa explained to heat up.

Where the other, slightly too big clay and wood dishes came from Lana was not sure, but she had used a few to get some of the butter and oil from Sesa. It was a bit awkward to reach into an offered, gigantic dish, and bowl to get the things. Lana wondered if she could make a set of dishes a bit better, or how long that would take to do. 

Thankfully she had a few small utensils in her bag, from the lifeboat ration packets. As well as a few leftover chopsticks from the day of the fairy and just having a bad habit of hoarding them in her backpack. They were at least clean, and even if the other utensils were plastic it was something. 

“You asked for sweetener? Sugar?” Sesa’s voice spoke up again, looking over at the spot on the counter that was now for Lana’s set up. Tilting her head to watch the bitta cutting up one of the berries from the day before. 

Lana looked up, brightening up, “Yes please!”

Sesa could not help but smile, looking down at the tan colored sugar in its container. Paused and then picked up a spoon to scoop some and offer near the tiny table. Sesa still thought she could do better, but was noticing how Lana was using the upper section to organize the full cups and bowls. The bitta was picking up one of the empty cups from the Weaver’s home that SEsa took to make it look like a bitta had…come.

Wow, her habits were going to be confusing, with a real bitta around.

Lana was walking over and carefully filling one of the wooden bowls with the sugar. The human had to pick up the crystals and stack them in the bowl really, looking a bit confused then impressed. Lana held up one of the larger crystals, amazed as she held it to the light from the nearest window looking at the shimmering golden tan color that was mostly transparent. “Wow… I didn’t know sugar could have crystals as big as this.”

“Yeah?” Sesa blinked, looking again at the spoon and what lana was picking out, “Oh, I did not process this bag, it’ll have different sizes. All done?”

“Yep!” Lana looked at her heaping bowl of the assorted big sugar crystals. She giggled and walked back to the back to her table. “It shouldn't be hard to break down.”

Sesa stared at the spoon for a moment, then had an idea. Putting the spoon in the sweetener container. “I have an Idea… I don’t through away several things… here you stay here.”

Lana tilted her head, puzzled, but shrugged as she watched Sesa walk away from the ‘stovetop’ in the counter and walked to one of the buffet-like hutches along the wall. One looked to have some dishes and other such cooking things like. It was closer to the counter and where Sesa had pulled a pan out of. The second had what looked like different storage containers, and Sesa reached up into the top cabinet shelf, pulling down a sanded and oiled stained wooden crate. Much smaller than the one from the boat, the clinking of glass inside had Lana's attention and curiosity.

“What's that?” 

Sesa chuckled as she came back, setting the box down by the sink and then checked her own pan. The butter inside was melting but not fully ready. Turning back, Sesa picked up a few of the smallest of the glass jars inside, a little bit dusty but the inside was clean as she showed the Bitta. “So, I come across a decent amount of wishboats. Some put goodies inside instead of a letter, like shiny shells, rocks or some of these. Little jars used in the bigger towns and cities.” 

Lana hesitated before daring to come over, though she had her spare shorts on and her own swimsuit on, it felt weird walking around. Or rather walking around on someone else's countertop with a swimsuit instead of clothes that were drying in the sun on the table. Not that Sesa seemed to mind or notice so likely it was just her own hangups. Lana looked at what was offered, picking up what looked like a big fancy jar at a craft store. 

It was about a foot tall and wide for Lana and made of a clear, slightly blue tinted glass. With a glass lid that sat over the top and would twist a bit, but that was now partly between Sesa's fingers. The jar is just slightly oblong, like it was handmade.

Finger-made?

Lana bit back the giggles and set the jar down, taking the other two from Sesa's hand and looked them over. One was about the same size, the other a little taller. It reminded her of those little single surviving jars of jam and honey from some restaurants.

“Maybe you can use them to store some dry stuff your size?” Sesa offered, thought for a moment and added, “Your size… stores… flour is the same- ah… so you have something and not depend on me? For everything that is.”

The tiny Bitta looked up, watching the bigger woman before grinning and laughed. Covered her mouth, before gathering herself and grinned, “I think I know what you mean. This is a good idea, not that I have a lot of things any more, but cooking on my own is nice.”

“I was thinking,” Sesa set a few jars down and used one that did not have a lid to scoop some of the cake batter from her bowl. Made sure it did not have any big drippings before setting it on the lower section of Lana’s current table. Sesa snorted, “I’ve been having to think a lot more than normal really, this last day.”

“Tell me about it,” Lana agreed in a low voice to herself, daring to taste the batter. Not moving to cook it though as she gathered up the peach slices to put in the pan. Looking up to show that she was still listening to Sesa though, even as she picked up one of the crystals of sugar. Getting a nice solid seeming ‘cup’ and one of the slightly too big bowls. 

“Is that crate from yesterday an okay size for you?” Sesa asked, watching how Lana was improvising the bowl and cup like a minuscule mortar and pestle. Breaking the large sugar into what seemed like a fine powder, and sprinkled it onto the cut up berry. ‘Peach’ as the bitta called it.

What was she doing?

“I guess? It's like a big high ceiling, but small store? Big room.” Lana said, using the chopsticks to help stir the fruit and get it to cook and caramelize with the sugar. 

“I was thinking, I can move a few things and attach the lid, make a door. Would it be okay for you to have your own space?” Sesa asked, starting to make her own cakes on her pan. It felt nice to talk and cook with someone else around, not exactly like when John was there. He liked to cook with Sesa but at the same time with the damage to his vocal cords the man was not inclined to talk a lot, but did like to listen.

Lana paused to look up, startled and then thought about it, turning to look over at where the crate of safety had been placed on the massive table. “Would it be safe? Okay? From here it looks like the crate takes up a lot of space.”

Sesa glanced back, “I just made it not long ago, three days ago? It wasn’t used for any fish yet. Just you’ve been in there.”

“Will it bit trouble?” Lana asked unsure.

Sesa hummed and looked down, golden eyes soft, “I can put it between some of the pots, and one on top. With the lid on it would look like a plant stand. Your door could be hidden too.”

“I kinda like that idea.” Lana thought, and then asked, “What about light?”

“I should have some little light crystals that are used in the bitta house… models. Garden houses?”

Lana giggled again, paused herself as she almost belatedly recognized what was said. “Light… crystal?”

“It’s old fashioned, like the hot rocks, but I don’t have to worry about that electric stuff.” Sesa hummed, “Long as I let the crystals recharge in daylight, its a good way to keep things lit at night. Some of the chips are small enough for you. To light what you want. We can play with it. Maybe use some of the stuff from the garden to give you rooms. Won't be hard to make something either. I have a lot of workable wood and soft stone.”

“You make it sound easy,” Lana looked up, the peach slices turning a nice dark color instead of the paper kind. She moved to get it all gathered up in a smooth wooden bowl. Getting as much juice, now syrup as she could before adding some more butter. She started to make some of the cakes herself as Lana did not feel sick from the batter. Though she had eaten the bread the day before.

“It is?” Sesa answered, “I've been making… little Bitta things for a long time. And it's… fun to make small things when in down time. More so in winter. It might not be exactly what you're used to though.”

Lana thought of the fairy garden decorations she regularly saw in craft stores. “That's fine, and from what little I saw from the table, in those pots, it looked cute.”

“You're not bothered?” Sesa asked but seemed relieved.

“A hobby is a hobby,” Lana shrugged, honestly it that bothered now that she linked it to the fairy gardens. “It doesn't seem like you're hurting anyone as far as I can tell.”

“Do you have any hobbies?” Sesa asked, wondering to herself what Lana did to the berry and sugar. It did not look like a jam exactly.

“Mostly around plants. Getting cuttings from trees to root and grow is fun.” Lana paused as she thought about it, she did like landscaping now. “I like… liked going on some hikes, seeing what animals and plants I can identify. I used to also go foraging with friends but we didn't do it last fall because of finals.” 

“I've gotten good at foraging,” Sesa chuckled, but did not expand on it.

“Yet there's a ton of corn growing wild,” Lana grinned up, some of those bigger ones are… hot damn the kernels from those are almost as big as my pinky! You could use them like rice. Others seemed fresh, like they grew decent, others were dried? How they did that in the same plant is fascinating!”

Sesa laughed softly, pausing to give the Bitta an amused expression. Not fully understanding all that was said, the words yes, but terms? References to kernels and…corn… “What is rice?”

Lana gasped, looking up, almost missing to flip her little drop sized cakes. “You don't have rice? It's…it's like a whole seed, really good in half of every food dish I know. This is weird…”

“Whole seeds…. Like grain seeds?” Sesa asked, giving her pan an experimental shake to see how the cakes were cooking and if they would slide yet. Look around the giant woman reached for a small jar to the side of the sink and set it near but not right beside Lana. “Like these? I sometimes find whole seeds in the flour.”

Lana stared, looking puzzled as she started to step over. Remembered what she was doing and got her sized cakes in a bowl-plate. Then she moved to look inside the jar through the tinted glass. Marveling at the, to her, massive seeds that were at least the size of her own hand. It would be about grain or rice size to the giant, as wheat was to Lana. “This… is a grain?”

“One of… two? Three?” Sesa paused, “I think there's three. I never got a chance to grow them. What's here is just what I found in the flour, not sure they can sprout.”

“They don’t look bad,” Lana tilted her head back and forth as she studied what could be done through the glass. The lid was just that bit too heavy for Lana to move on her own, and at a sound from above, backed up to let Sesa lift the heavy chunk of glass that was the lid. As it was set aside, and the giant woman turned back to her pan again, Lana reached in. Just able to lift one of the seeds out to look over, sniffing it and inspecting the massive thing.

“Judgment?” Sesa asked, chuckling as she plated up her pancakes. Looking for the bigger jar for the honey.

“I think they can sprout, they don’t smell rancid or seem bad,” Lana hummed, setting the seed back in the ‘little’ jar almost as tall as she was. Lana really had to fight the cat-like instinct to want to see what she could fit into now in this gigantic place. 

“Everything cooked?” Sesa asked, looking at the little table and seeing how Lana nodded, “Lets eat before getting your area set up, and make some furniture for you, today.”

“That sounds like a plan!” Lana smiled, trying to be positive as she dumped the caramelized fruit into the bigger curved plate. She blinked as a massive hand was held mostly flat for Lana, still needing a moment to brace herself, carefully climbing on the hand. “This is so strange.”

“Mhm,” Sesa agreed, trying her damned best to keep both hands steady, one with the bitta, the other her breakfast.

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Magna hummed as she toyed idly with the pestle and mortar as she read, mumbling to herself and smoothing the aged manuscript laid bare with her painted fingers. The pungent fumes filled the laboratory, rising from the black pot, in which she had reduced a bouquet of blossoms to a sickly green sludge. The cool stone of the pestle was somehow comforting as she poured over the list of ingredients needed to create a special tonic for his Grace. The tang of the blossom perfume was noticeable even through her blocked nose made numb from her constant peering into the smoking cauldron. Magna had taken another two of her best potions to stay awake all through the night and felt slightly distanced from everything, her mind struggling to remain awake. Even the small cluster of skulls hanging from the wall disquieted her.

Her laboratory looked arcane and incomprehensible, a testament to her background and lack of refinement during the long nights. The benches were covered in intricate structures of pipework and beakers. Distillation equipment covered nearly half of one table. Several racks of stoppered glass tubes were stacked against one wall. Each contained liquids of cobalt blue, lime green, and blood red. Some contained many layers of multi-colored sediment. On one wall hung a framed certificate, a crest of a University, famed for its schools of magic and alchemy which served as proof of her skills.

Charcoal burners heated flasks and pots containing various substances, and human bones locked behind a glass cabinet gleamed ominously in the dim lighting, pale even in shadow. Still mumbling, Magna moved briskly from one to another, red skirts swirling as she continued stirring, adjusting temperatures, and occasionally test-tasting the liquid with a long glass spoon, smacking her full red lips and shuddering with disgust at the taste. She opened a great cabinet and produced a large, padded, white gauntlet covered in scorch marks only to freeze when she noticed Caspian.

"Your Grace," she murmured as she dipped into a low curtsey, long red hair falling over her shoulders. Magna's head remained lowered in respect, but the tired lines around her eyes tightened with irritation. There was still so much work to be done--

"The tonic you requested is almost completed, but I'm afraid it will take less than five minutes to settle properly before consumption. I must insist that you wait."

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your muse's aesthetics as the firmament meme: guardians and the serpent.

bold what applies to your muse and italicize what sometimes applies to them. please repost, don't reblog !

the warrior, last seed, august: amber fields of wheat. hardened metal. the noonday sun. organized shelves. boiling water. stone barracks. carrying wooden crates. washing down a muddy steed. blood across the forehead. a rare cool breeze. the smell of sweat and leather. stubborn anger. honesty and trustworthiness. cracked earth. guiding a knife through a tender cut of meat. black coffee in the afternoon. stepping up when no one else will. lime green. a lounging lioness. perseverance despite all odds.

the mage, rain’s hand, april: forgetting something mid-sentence. stacks of open books. hot tea on a rainy day. frosted bluegrass. blackened fingertips. loosely tied-up hair. staying up all night to master a new spell. pencil sketches and loose-leaf observations. runed circles on the floor. quick learner. looking up to the stars. obsessive. the smell of ozone, ash, and dew. sprouting saplings. red-throated hummingbirds. curiosity. walking through a misty valley in the morning. untapped potential. creativity. the spark of innovation. forgotten leftovers. always hungry for more.

the thief, evening star, december: light hair under a dark hood. best at hide-and-seek. coy smiles. icy stares. indecisive. high expectations of others. blacks and grays. dancing by yourself. seeing your breath on a frigid night. knee-high leather boots. brass buckles and deep pockets. wearing a scarf in any season. the sound of rolling dice. sparkling gemstones. the ace of spades. whiskey with orange and cinnamon. always knows a way out. opportunist. honey on your lips and on your fingers. the jingle of keys.

the serpent, wandering, month varies: murky water in the rain. undergrowth. nicely folded sheets. the fey. glowing eyes on the water. polyglot. sitting in the warm sun on the hard earth. fated for great terror or terrible greatness. clever. knows their way around. superstitious. a rebellious child. climbing trees. the scamper of rats’ feet. vials of multi-colored liquids. shedding the past to become a new person. sensitive. insightful. able to adapt. born to make a difference.

tagging: you ! if you see this on your dash and you'd like to do it for your muse, feel free to steal this !

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Hey look a fanfiction

Scam/Jodie

Friends to lovers, multi chapter, hurt/comfort?, no beta we die like Glenn, idk what to tag this I’ve never written fic before lmao, spoilers kinda?

Rating: still Teen so far?

Chap 3/?

Previous chapter:

It was dark, uncomfortably so, and some part of him in the back of his head knew he was somewhere in the forgotten realms. Jodie reaches out, relieved when his hand hits a stone wall.

The lights flick on illuminating a long hallway. He’s been here before… the well in the middle of the hallway was gone and a door sits open under the portrait of the library and Scam at the end of the hallway. He hesitates before stepping forward, this was potentially a very bad situation, he’d followed Scam home uninvited after all.

The door creaked loudly and set Jodie further on edge as he stepped through into a room he’d never seen before. Long windows that showed scenery that didn’t make sense or carry over to the next, a fireplace filled with an unsettling green fire, with several mall katana on display over the mantle and a single empty armchair with a high back, sitting in the far corner and surrounded by a pile of books and manga.

It was eerily quiet for a space that belongs to Scam and Jodie felt himself wishing he’d stayed in the hallway. Jodie crosses the room and in a bid to break the silence flips through a stack of vinyl records on a shelf. Almost the second he touches an old Wham! Record music starts to play in another room. Smooth Jazz drifts into the room through a previously unseen doorway. He doesn’t hesitate this time, pushing the new door open and stepping in. Into the exact same room. He crossed the room and pushes open another door and it’s exactly the same again, this time the colors completely reversed themselves. Again and again he was starting to lose track of how many of the same room he rushed through. He shoves open another door.

“Just come out! I know you know I’m here.”

The floor shifts beneath Jodie’s feet and he reaches for the door he just stepped through but it’s gone. The music gets louder as Jodie looses his footing, falling onto his back. His instincts had been completely right, he was in danger.

He takes a second before getting to his knees and trying to find balance on a floor he couldn’t even see. Without warning the lights flick on in this room too and the floor seems to instantly level out, no longer feeling like something pliant. “Hey! can you stop messing around?!”

When it’s no longer too bright to see he realizes he’s in something that looks like it could be a banquet hall, kneeling on the floor next to a table. He sighs and uses the edge of the table to pull himself to his feet, still feeling a bit dizzy. To his relief the Jazz music had settled to a quiet tinny sounding background noise, not unlike that of an elevator.

“Well well well~ and Here I thought I’d outstayed my welcome!” Scam sits halfway across the room, his all too wide grin seeming to spread even further than before, his mustache curling to match the edges of his smile. He watches Jodie, unblinkingly and takes a sip of tea from a cup he’d seemingly gotten from no where. “I didn’t expect you to come after me~”

“I had honestly thought you were going to trap me in some maze of endless rooms…” Jodie let’s out a relieved sigh and takes a few steps towards Scam.

“Ohhh believe me, I was going to~” Scam takes a sip of tea again and Jodie, despite having taken steps closer seems exactly the same distance away as when he started. “You do know I can’t be trusted don’t you?~”

“Look…” he tries moving closer again, closing zero distance, he frowns. “Oh come on…!” He was getting frustrated now “Who’s fault is that? Not everything is a game! Some things should just be off limits, you keep messing with peoples’ heads and getting surprised when no one likes you!” The words taste sour on his tongue and he regrets it the second he says it.

“And here I’d mistakenly assumed I was a lovable scamp~!” Something wraps around Jodie’s ankle and before he has time to react he’s tipping forward, landing face first on the soft carpet in the front hallway. Scam’s disembodied voice echoing from somewhere unseen.

“You’re free to leave!~ do go ahead and let many doors hit you on the way out!”

Jodie pulls his ankle free, a black tentacle retreating into the floor. “I’m not leaving.” He stomps down the hallway, back towards the door under the portrait.

“Oh but you are~” the door in front of Jodie opens to the outside.

Jodie slams it shut and heads down the hall in the opposite direction, but when he does, the hall spins and leaves him facing the door to the outside again.

“I said I’m not leaving!” He sits in the center of the floor.

Scam’s voice rings out shriller and angrier than before “visiting hours are OVER~!” The hallway starts to tilt.

Jodie grabs the carpet, sharp nails digging into the fibers to hold steady “I didn’t mean it!” Flames start licking up his arms, his wings spreading incase the hallway turns entirely vertical.

The hallway stops tilting.

That worked?

“Some people….” Jodie makes a face “think you are a ‘lovable scamp’ okay? Not everyone dislikes you”

Jodie waits an uncomfortable amount to time in silence just gripping the carpeting.

“Okay fine! I… ” He blushes. “Think you’re kind of…. You know…. A lovable scamp”

The hallway tilts back fast, going completely horizontal and Jodie gets a face full of carpet again. He slowly gets to his feet and brushes a bit of carpet fiber out of his mouth. The door leading to the maze of rooms opening up again on its own.

Dreading another endless loop of what could only be described as a cursed sitting room, he hesitantly steps in.

To Jodie’s immense relief the room was slightly different. The jazz was still playing softly and the original furnishings reminded but there were now two couches sitting opposite each other added to the rest of the rooms odd decor. Most importantly though, Scam himself was now sitting in on one of them or rather lounging on his side.

Jodie walks around the opposite couch and sits down “I shouldn’t have said it. I’m….sorry”

“Ohhh? I appreciate a good apology as much as the next fella for sure! Especially one you came to all on your own~” he tilts his head “Do you want to repeat what you said in the hall though Jodie?~ “ he rolls onto his stomach supporting his head with his hands and kicking his feet like a schoolgirl. “Something about finding me lovable?~ perhaps even the most lovable scamp you’ve ever met? Maybe you find my jokes and japes irresistibly charming~? ”

Jodie doesn’t make eye contact, Feeling incredibly put on the spot. Does he say it again? Clearly Scam was going to make fun of him if he did, he wasn’t about to go and out himself just to get made fun of…he had a better idea.

“You like games right?”

Scam’s eyes practically light up “what was the biggest hint?”

Jodie smirks “Truth or Dare?”

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From layered necklaces to straightforward chain pieces, ease is day-to-night with Rare Sparkle. Be it a minimalist chain or a more elaborate multi-layered piece, our online jewelry store USA has you covered for all occasions.

3. Statement Rings: Make an Bold Impression

A statement ring makes the whole look. It adds individuality and personality to the outfit.

Understated elegance would be the best word used for rings in terms of day wear; for instance, the sophisticated solitaire gemstone or the plain band. The cocktail ring or a stack of rings which features colorful gemstones and intricate designs will always prove to be more glamourous for nights out and special events.

The Rare Sparkle's statement ring collection ensures that you will never be out of people's eyes, no matter what occasions occur. You are guaranteed to find the perfect necklace collection on our website for your professional or glamorous evening dresses.

4. Versatile Bracelets: Glamour at Your Wrist

A bracelet is one of the best things to adorn your personality when you're in office or attending a soiree.

Delicate bangles or simple cuff bracelets would be the best for daytime wear. These easily become layered so you can have a really intricate look. For evening wear, choose one piece with diamonds or colorful stones to add on more sparkle and sophistication.

For beautiful collections of Rare Sparkle's bracelets in our USA online jewelry store, you find designs that move seamlessly from day to night with ease and elegance.

5. Falling Earrings: From Understated to Dramatic 

Drop earrings are relatively versatile. With a huge array of designs, they will always be able to be "dressed up" or "dressed down," suitable for the day time or in the evening.

You can go for a simple drop earring with one gem or pearl at it, all perfect for the professional daytime look. When it is indeed the night out, then seek more complex drops with diamonds or layered designs that shall be giving you the instant glamour for the look.

With Rare Sparkle's drop earrings, you can do subtle elegance with major sparkle. Shop from our USA online jewelry store for the versatile yet beautiful pieces.

6. Stackable Rings: Customizable and Trendy

Get your very own personalized look through stackable rings-perfect for day and night, of course.

For a daytime look, add simple bands and stack onto rings with gemstones or diamonds as the day progresses to make your outfit more glamorous for the evening.

Rare Sparkle offers beautiful varieties of stackable rings that could be mixed and matched according to your preferred style. Browse our online jewelry store for effortless stacking pieces that will help you make a move from casual to formality.

7. Classic Timepieces: Elegant yet Chic

A classic timepiece could be both a utility piece as well as a statement accessory. It serves the perfect 'day-to-night' outfit.

A classic watch for office wear-that still cuts beautifully clean lines with whatever you have in your closet at work. And at night, change this into a 'statement watch.' It's diamond-studded or else carries some other form of detail that sends off some sparkle and shine.

This watch collection here at Rare Sparkle comes with functional as well as stylish pieces perfect for today's woman. Find that right watch in our jewelry store here in the USA for the perfect occasion.

8. Versatile Jewelry Sets: Coordinated Yet Versatile

Jewelry sets are a really great way to achieve a harmonious look; plus, many of the sets come with interchangeable pieces, so you can easily change your style for any occasion.

Choose a combination set with a necklace to be worn with matching earrings for a sleek, professional appearance during the day. Then swap one piece or add another for a more dramatic evening look.

With its collection of jewelry sets that apparently create an endless realm of versatility, Rare Sparkle lets you go through its online jewelry store USA to acquire the suitable jewelry set with which you can adorn yourself from morning meetings to night-time soirées.  

Timeless Jewelry by Rare Sparkle

Fine jewelry needs to be versatile enough for every item of your day since you never seem to find time. Rare Sparkle will give you pieces that bring together style and versatility-in a smooth transition from day to night. Browse through our online jewelry store for an assortment of designs that will fit your personal style, if you are looking for understated or bold. With Rare Sparkle, you're sure to get the best piece for any occasion.

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Exploring Semi-Precious Stones Jewelry: Affordable Luxury

Jewelry speaks volumes for us through various unique pieces. It could be a jaw-dropping ring or a delicate necklace; each one carries meaning, emotion, and memory. In this vast ocean of options available, one treasure we love so much is semi-precious stone jewelry due to its beauty and affordability. If you want to buy semi-precious stone jewelry, then get ready for a fantastic ride.

Why Choose Semi-Precious Stones?

Semi-precious stones are the cheapest of them all, so you may find great pieces that fit your budget. This means you can collect beautiful jewelry without trading off in quality or style. Furthermore, the semi-precious stones will give a special charm to your outfit so that it is likely to pop up in any event.

A World of Colors and Styles

When you are set to procure semi-precious gemstone jewelry, the options are nearly endless. Is it the soft shades of blue from lapis lazuli? Or the bright red from garnet? These stones can be set in a number of styles, ranging from simple minimalism to the most elaborate designs, which makes them perfect for any kind of gathering.

Statement Rings

For a more budget-friendly gemstone ring, consider semi-precious stones in settings. An amethyst ring with simple settings elevates your daily attire for the day. Alternatively, make a statement with a multi-stone ring that says something about you. The stone is, but the story that it says is there.

Versatility for Any Occasion

Semi-precious stones are so versatile. Whether it's dressing up for an event or going the whole casual brunch, these pieces can make your look go from bland to fabulous in seconds. This little dainty pendant made of citrine can give your favorite tee and jeans a little pick-me-up, and this intricate bracelet made of turquoise to throw on with an evening dress would be breathtaking.

Layering for a Unique Look

Another fun way to wear semi-precious stones is layering. This mixing of pieces, such as stacking rings or layering necklaces, creates a personalized look that is all your own. Just play around with colors and textures to find what speaks to you. The thing about jewelry is that there is no rule, just your style.

How to Care for Your Jewelry

A little care accompanies keeping your semi-precious stones looking their best. Avoid harsh chemicals and store them separately so as not to scratch each other. Clean off your jewelry with a soft cloth to keep that luster. After all, every piece is an investment in your style and should be loved accordingly.

Where to Buy

Semi-precious stone jewelry purchases require choosing a trusted source. Jahuri has a beautiful array of options to fit every taste and budget. From fine workmanship and striking designs, find the perfect pieces that speak to you.

Thus, it is with the shopping experience that you can browse and find new favorite things as easily as possible; the website also features detailed descriptions to make your choice better informed.

The Best Gift

Not only is jewelry a great accessory for personal wear, but it is an excellent gift idea, too. Semi-precious stones can be a wonderful gift for birthdays, anniversaries, or just because a person needs a little something brightened up in their life. That gorgeous garnet pendant for someone born in January or that turquoise bracelet for the beach lover shows you cared enough to put some thought into a gift. Buy semi-precious stone jewelry as a gift for your loved one. It is not only a jewel but also a story and a memory.

Building Your Collection

Building a collection does not have to be overwhelming. Start small by purchasing a few staple pieces that can be mixed and matched with various outfits. A pair of elegant stud earrings, a versatile bracelet, and a statement ring can form the foundation of your collection.

Once you find more styles and stones, you can add them to your collection. However, finding the new pieces in itself is almost as thrilling as wearing them!

Conclusion

Semi-precious stone jewelry is a fabulous way of expressing oneself without shelling out the big bucks. Whether it's stellar rings, elegant necklaces, or unique bracelets - they add that little extra to your outfit.

Discover the jewelry world of semi-precious stones and let it shine with your style. Are you up for finding your next favorite? Then, head over to Jahurifor a treasure trove of affordable luxury. Every piece waits there to tell your story, one beautiful gem at a time.

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How Can You Discover The Real Spinel Gemstone Jewelry in Australia?

Gemstone is fast gaining popularity, and easy to tell why. Vibrant colours and gleaming clarity make this one's stunning addition to the most exquisite jewels. How, then, do you know you're getting the real deal? In this blog, you will learn about the Spinel gemstone jewelry australia and learn how to identify an authentic one.

What is a Spinel?

One of the natural gemstones is spinel, and this precious stone can be found in a variety of colours. For instance, it's possible to aspire to red, pink, blue, or black colour varieties. Spinel often resembles ruby or sapphire, but in its appearance, it is just as beautiful and charming. Actually, because some other gemstone jewellery requires extreme treatment to look valuable, natural spinel often gains laud and appreciation for clarity and brilliance from the earth.

What makes Spinel so special?

With a hardness ranking of 7.5 to 8 on the Mohs scale, more than suitable for everyday wear, and it will undoubtedly be there in a year, ten years, or when you know it will make it anyway. Be it a birthday, a wedding day, an engagement or anything exciting happening in your life, sprinkles are true gemstones, and surely there is to get into your heart and onto your neck, wrist or fingers.

Authentic Spinel

Getting real spinel can often be an adventure, but here are a few things to look for. Here are a few things to identify the difference in real spinel gemstones:

1. Examine the Color

Spinel exists in a multitude of rich, saturated colours. Look for stones where color is uniform in distribution throughout the gemstone. Natural spinel will not display colour zoning or banding since these are features often associated with lesser-quality stones or synthetics.

2. Evaluate the Clarity

Only natural spinel gemstones appear clear to near colourless, as transparent material is normally rare. If heavily included, specked or replete with bubbles, it is probably a synthetic gemstone or of lesser quality. A clear stone is a further indication of high quality.

3. Quality Cut

As you may very well imagine, the cut of the gemstone constitutes a part that can greatly leave its mark. A well-proportioned cut will reflect light, but badly cut stones are dull and lifeless, while a well-cut spinner is dazzling with brilliance.

4. Seek Expert Guidance

A good jeweller will also provide certifications that authenticate your spinel gemstone. You can learn even more from the jeweller about the history, origin, and any treatments this gemstone may have undergone.

The Appeal of Spinel Jewelry

Not only is the spinel a beautiful stone, but it is also a very adaptable one with jewellery design. You can find them in various pieces, from elegant rings and necklaces to stunning bracelets and earrings.

Rings

A spinel ring can also be a showstopper. Whether solitaire or more multi-stoned in design, a spinel ring is sometimes simply a conversation piece representing your unique individuality.

Necklaces

A pendant made from spinel can instantly add zing to an outfit. You could go for something simple and simple that will go well with daily wear or something more showy, designed with diamonds and other gemstones to make it perfect for an evening look.

Bracelets and Earrings

Spinel bracelets and earrings make ideal jewellery pieces for every occasion. They can be worn alone layered to create that hot new stacked look.

Taking Care of Your Spinel

Once you have chosen a gemstone to be in its perfect spinel colour, it's now time to take care of it properly so it remains breathtakingly beautiful. Here are simple tips to follow.

Avoid Harsh Chemicals: Do not use harsh chemicals or ultrasonic cleaners while cleaning a gemstone of this kind in your jewellery. A soap solution with water is sufficient enough to keep it shining beautifully.

Proper Storage: You can store your spinel jewellery in a soft cloth or a gemstone jewellery box in a way that no harder stones scratch it.

Limited exposure: As spinel is quite strong, avoiding exposing your jewellery during activities that may cause damage - for example, sports and heavy cleaning is also wise.

Where to find quality spinel

At MAYS GEMS, you can find the best, the most beautiful, and handpicked spinel gems ethically sourced for you. This collection displays a number of stunning pieces of spinel in your jewellery making. Whether you want something statement or something subtle, we have something for everyone.

Conclusion

The beauty in addition to strength as well as history. Equipped with a little knowledge of how to identify true gemstone jewelry australia  and learn how to care for them, you will surely be able to spend many years enjoying these brilliant gems. Whether you're a seasoned collector or just looking for something a little different to add to your collection, no choice could be better than a spinel. Indulge yourself within this world of the spinel, and discover its charm for today!

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