#petit carat

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Random sketches! Will hopefully be able to post some more fully rendered work soon. Been super loving Azumanga Daioh!!!! Osaka and Chiyo my beloved <3

And bonus Robin doodles

[ceeseepalette]

HELP US DEPLATFORM ZIONISTS

asking this from all fandoms of hybe groups. we can't let zionists invade our safe space. pls sign this petition, it takes 5 minutes to do it. we're almost at 100k.

[lepetitfruit]

There's this ad that plays over the local radio station all the time that just drives me crazy because it's SO UNREALISTIC and nobody even knows...

[itachiiwrites]

Love me, love me, love me, love me more!

Pairing: Yandere! Gojo Satoru x Fem!Reader

Warnings and Content: MDNI (I'll haunt you, seriously), yandere themes, implied consent, stalking, obsession, murder, gore, sex, delusional satoru, he's unhinged and does not care about consequences as usual, creampies (lots), gojo has a breeding kink, masturbation, perv gojo, sex, fingering. Dead dove.

Plot : Megumi has a new nanny and Satoru is so so..lovesick.

Yandere!Satoru knew he fumbled the moment he fell in love with Megumi's nanny. He had hired you because he couldn't provide for the time and sufficient emotional care that a second grader needed to be a normal person. After all that the boy went through and then being under care of someone like him, Satoru didn't think that his Gumi-chan would ever be normal.

But then he met you, you were everything he was not. Gojo Satoru was impulsive, eccentric, the strongest, he shone so brightly that the sun was put to shame. And you were so normal, so mundane, you simply seemed to blend in with everyone like a lovely, plain chrysanthemum that could mix in with every bouquet.

there was truly nothing special about you in comparison to him.

Perhaps that was why he found you so beautiful. You weren't complicated, you were too simple and perhaps this absence of simplicity was what made his fast paced, glorious life so lack luster.

He knew he had to have you.

One thing you realised about Yandere!Satoru is that, he is a child in a grown man's body. You had seen him being much more petulant than Megumi, but with time your surmises around him had reduced and your edges had softened. You would see the flash of tiredness in his eyes sometimes, something about those azures in those moments would tell you a piece of his story. You didn't ask a lot but you knew. He was tired.

Being a full-time nanny to Megumi also meant, keeping meal preps ready. It had become a habit to put together a few extras after noticing that Gojo would often make it a point to eat them. He probably ate it, dead in the night when he was back from his daily missions. No one witnessed his joy of eating a homecooked meal at 3AM.

Yandere!Satoru who would take the advantage of your softened demeanor towards him and flirt with you shamelessly even after seeing the ring adorned on your pretty little finger. He kept affirming to himself that it wasn't real and whatever he would imagine, would materialize to be true.

"You do a terrific job, looking after Megumi you know?" He'd muse, in the usual teasing tone of his as his hand trails to your chin, gently tipping your head up so you'd look into his eyes and his eyes only, his gaze intense and unwavering.

"I can't help but wonder if there is room in your heart for me too~"

But then his playful demeanor would drop away when his eyes would fall onto that pathetic, miserly looking gold band after you'd tell him to stop flirting with you with finality in your tone. That ring wasn't even high in carats, it was an alloy and yet you would it wear it such pride. It would tug at his heartstrings, his darling deserved so much better.

"I see, didn't realize that, miss.." He lied through his teeth with such insouciance and a smirk, masking his disappointment as if even a petite speck on your arm would be amiss with his six eyes

Yandere!Satoru, who was never religious but started obsessively manifesting you after learning about your husband. What a hassle. Why couldn't he just have you, like everything else in his life?

Yandere!Satoru who would think of you riding him to tears, closing his eyes to conjure the lewd image of your tits bouncing as he fucked you upward, anchoring his large hands on your waist. All while zestfully fisting his cock, wrapped like a gift with your cute pink panties that he quite subtly stole when you were staying over to care for Megumi for a few days because he had to fly somewhere else to tackle off a special grade curse, substituted for the warmth of your velvety walls. For now.

Yandere!Satoru who knew you had no clue that he teleported from the location far away just to steal your panties.

Yandere!Satoru who also knew that you had no idea that he had tapped in your phone, having his hawking watch over who you texted and talked to.

Yandere!Satoru who couldn't be nonchalant anymore the minute he saw you texting your husband as you watched over Megumi, on how badly you wanted a baby after being a nanny to the young boy. That was his job, you were his, afterall.

Yandere!Satoru who felt angry and stupid because manifesting you didn't work. He knew he could never trust the higher powers with the people he loved so he took the matter in his own hands.

Yandere!Satoru who stood over your husband's dead body, ripped to shreds when you returned home. The worries of your husband not texting you back for hours now washed with horror and pain.

His handsome, angelic face was unnervingly calm and composed, his blue eyes amalgamated with mania and hollowness while he held her husband's filthy heart in his bloodied hands, a scowl of disgust washing over his face as he looked at the organ, darting his eyes at you almost pitifully, crushing it in a glimpse before walking to you.

"What a shame..your husband was quite bothersome, wouldn't you say? I had to take out the trash, y'know..got sick of him getting in the way" He'd speak in a smooth, saccharinely affectionate tone that you knew was empty. He ignored the shock laced on your face, the paleness of your skin, the fear in your eyes and your flinch which he found oh so..adorable, as he caressed your cheek with the strong metallic scent of crimson lingering.

"Let's play a game!" He brightly smiled, clapping his hands together which made you furrow your brows, a dry gulp going down your throat. The room only filled with the momentary sounds of his footsteps and your shaky, palpable breathing.

"The game is...name things you love about Gojo Satoru!!" He chimed, so happily that it sent a shiver down your spine, insinuating nausea.

"S-stay away..."

He frowned, titling his head as his empty eyes bored into yours.

"Wrong answer darling..the answer is Satoru, isn't it..?" He leaned in, cupping your face and tenderly kissing your lips.

Yandere!Satoru who teleported you two immediately to his estate as he pulled away from the kiss, your back hitting the silk sheets that screamed luxury.

Yandere!Satoru who would see you giving in to his gentle kisses all over your body, who'd feel your pulsating guilt and shame in your eyes while your pussy pulsated with pleasure having his fingers in your gushing cunt knuckles deep.

"Why did you say no to me, hm..? You're milking my fingers baby..fuuuck...I love you so much.." He whispered while his face nuzzled into your cheek. His hot breath mingled with phrases of love felt so gross, so filthy, so sinful but you saw yourself liking it, even after seeing your husband in such a state.

Yandere!Satoru, who'd dump his cum again in your oozing pussy even when his cock felt raw after kissing your cervix so many times, painting it white. Now finally pulling out with a squelch, he immediately replaced his two thick fingers to push his load back in.

"You're gonna be such a pretty mama baby..I will make your wish come true.."

©𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐢𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬

Plagiarism not authorised. Please consider reblogging and liking if you enjoyed the content :)

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[crazymadpassionatelove]

Notes: 18+ Sex & miscarriage mentioned

All the love and praise to my favorite blonde babe of an editor @ab4eva who holds my hand through it all and @precious-little-scoundrel for her screams of support!

 Elvis Presley Quietly Marries At Home

The man with the famous pelvis is now a married man! Colonel Parker confirmed that Elvis married Paramount actress Leona Grace at his home in Memphis on the nineteenth of March. The wedding comes on the heels of rumors that the new Mr. and Mrs. Presley are due for a visit from the stork. The Colonel’s response? “Those are questions for a different day”. The hush hush, spur of the moment wedding did not follow an engagement announcement and no pictures of the happy couple seem to exist beyond set outtake photos. The event reportedly took place in the evening with just family and close friends in attendance totaling about 50 people. A red velvet cake with cream cheese frosting was served for dessert and sources say that Elvis's own music was played late into the night as friends danced in the backyard of Presley's Graceland mansion. 

Leona had once heard Joe remark that Graceland was full of ghosts. He had chuckled with a cigar hanging out of his mouth when he had said it, but Leona had believed him. Once in a while she'd get an eerie feeling at night when all the lights were out and the various friends and relatives who occupied the mansion were tucked away in bed. Clad in a white slip with her feet bare, she crept down to the kitchen for a glass of water and a little peace. The master bedroom was dark and cold, Elvis asleep under the black silk sheets. It had been a whirlwind few months and she was only ever able to reflect back on it all when she was alone, which was a rarity since becoming Mrs. Presley. She was still unsure as to where everything was in the kitchen, but glasses and silverware she was sure of. Leona thought she heard creeping footsteps behind her, and kept peering over her shoulder as the sink water ran. She settled on to one of the stools, her petite legs swinging as she sipped her water and tapped her freshly manicured nails on the table. She and Patsy had ventured out to the beauty salon earlier in the day, Elvis's cousin was a sweetheart but her non-stop chattering about the room down the hall that needed decorating seemed to be the only topic of conversation. 

Leona’s biggest worries used to be whether she was getting cast in the newest buzzed about picture. Now the big concern was whether to have yellow bunny wallpaper or a toile print with puppies. She was still getting used to the weight of the 6 carat diamond on her hand, soon enough there would be a tiny little hand gripping hers. She let out a sigh she didn't know she had been holding in. Escaping Florida and the kitchy circus-like routine at Mac’s Mermaid Cove in the Florida Keys, Leona had been sending money back home to her mother and Grandma Alice in Orlando and scheming to win her breakout role. She had wanted to be a leading lady, but could never quite make the mark. She had once heard a director refer to her as “Florida trash”. She wasn't one to give up easily though. That persistence and all of the nagging and pleading to the higher ups at Paramount, helped her land a cushy supporting role in one of the newest Elvis Presley films. Paramount had agreed to lend her out for a price, now sitting in the kitchen of Graceland she did feel a bit smug knowing she wouldn't have to pay that price anymore in life. 

The role wasn't Oscar worthy, but she felt like a winner the second Elvis had drawled hello to her and gently held her hand. There were flowers and gifts, despite the fact that the blonde leading actress also seemed to be receiving similar gifts from him? He had taken her out for milkshakes on a Friday night after being out with their co-star the night prior. With his buddies mingling about, the owner in awe and basically allowing Elvis to turn the burger joint into his personal hangout, the two had kissed and whispered in the backseat of his car. A little warm up for what was to come. Two days later he took her on the floor of his trailer and filled her full, twice. 

What followed were nights of passion, a few tipsy heart to heart confessions where he talked of the loneliness since losing his mother and Leona told him of the loneliness she had been born feeling. She ignored the fact that he seemed to be wooing their co-star, or even the fans who traipsed into his trailer and left with dresses half buttoned or even on backwards. She liked what they had, she was allowed a moment of fun in life. Soon enough, things would wrap when the movie ended and this would be a story for her one day memoir. Her dalliance with the king. 

Except - things took a different turn. Three days before shooting wrapped for good, blame all that rain for dragging out production, Leona had collapsed from what everyone thought was “heat exhaustion”. Only she knew, it was a combination of heat exhaustion and a missed period. The studio doctor quietly confirmed with a serious tone that Leona was indeed pregnant. Rather than take the options the studio was pushing, Leona knew that men had the power. And Elvis? Well he had more power than even the president, it seemed. With shaking hands and a face powdered full of blush to hide her pale face, she waved down his car filled with friends. He jumped out and leaned against the driver's side door, flicking a toothpick between his lips as she told him he was to be a father. He took the news shockingly better than most. My baby? He had smirked. He wasn't questioning paternity, more like confirming the news to himself out loud. His smile was big and she had a feeling his eyes were gleaming under those sunglasses. He nodded and placed his giant hands on her shoulders. “Everything is gonna be alright honey, we'll make things right and do the right thing,” he had assured her, topping it off with a tender kiss to her forehead. He wagged a finger and ordered her back to her trailer to rest, he'd be by soon. Then he slid back into the car and she heard him chuckling and announcing something to his pals who in turn all whooped and hollered as the car left the lot. 

The water was cool and just what she needed to refresh her dry throat. She hadn't had much of an appetite at dinner despite proddings from Dodger. Everyone had told her she'd feel better as the days passed, she was officially 12 weeks and 2 days pregnant. She was crossing her fingers the better days were now upon her. She had been sick as a dog the day of the wedding. All hastily arranged and shrouded in secrecy as it was. She had settled for a dress the studio had gifted her, it still needed to be let out at the last second courtesy of one of Jerry's flings who was a costume designer. Once she had finished her drink, she placed the glass in the sink and crept back up the stairs. Down below, she heard muffled voices and a flirty female laugh. Probably Charlie and some blonde. They all tended to be blonde, the women who fluttered to the Mafia boys. The next best prize considering the King himself was taken. Leona wondered if he truly was though? They were virtual strangers when they married, but the deeply religious and old fashioned side of Elvis wouldn't take no for an answer. They had to marry, plain and simple.

 She cursed herself for not wearing socks, her toes were freezing. They were painted a shade of red that seemed to make Elvis's tongue wag. On their wedding night, the passion he had shown her in his set trailer and in the backseats of cars still seemed to be there. Albeit, he was softer and a bit more gentle given her delicate state. They hadn't been apart for more than a few hours since they said I do. She could say fairly confidently that there weren't other women in his life. He was due to shoot another film in a few months time, Leona was curious if that would still be the case when they were apart. She slowly took each step that led her closer and closer back to the bedroom where he slept with a shy little boy like smile on his face. She was fond of him, sure, and definitely attracted. Maybe love would bloom with time, like her growing body she mused. The door creaked open, the dim light from the hallway flooded the room and Elvis stirred. “Doll? You ok?” His drawl even more pronounced and gruff sounding. “I was just getting a drink, I didn't mean to wake you,” she hushed him. She closed the door, closing the world off and away from Mr. and Mrs. Presley. It was so rare they were truly alone, she realized. He was sitting up, his hair a bit of a mess. He ran a hand through it and then patted the bed beside him, “C’mere pretty baby, come talk to me till my eyes close”. She scurried back into bed and her feet brushed against his. He threw his head back and chuckled in that way that made her heart flutter. “Someone's got cold feet!” he crooned in her ear. Then he was pulling her into his arms and under the covers. Her feet continued to dance with his as she laid on her side, his lips teasing behind her ear. She let out a satisfied hum and burrowed deeper into his embrace. 

The dark, silent bedroom gave them more than just privacy. It was easier to joke, open up, and try and make some sense of this situation they found themselves in. He was pressing soft, open mouthed kisses to her neck and shoulders. His hands came to rest on her tits which she was sure had already gone up a cup size or two. He had seemed to notice as well. Her white cotton nightgown would probably be on the floor soon, but she wanted to talk some until that happened. She wasn't sure what to say, she really just wanted to hear him. Steady, calming, reassuring words. He had a knack for making troubles fade away. His raspy voice piped up as he rested his head against her. “Been thinkin’ bout doing a little recording again….not for the public though…wanna sing a couple songs for my baby, you can play em while I'm gone and stop em from fussing”. She felt that cheeky grin of his against her skin. “Oh? What are ya thinking? Adding a little rock n roll to Rock-A-Bye Baby?” Her laughter was met with a rash of kisses to anywhere he could reach. Then slowly, his hands left her breasts and trailed down to her lower belly where things were just beginning to form.  “You're doin a real good job darlin’,” she could hear the tell-tale sign of sleep in his voice as his thumbs continued to rub small circles on her womb. She wasn't sure what exactly she was doing a great job at. Being a failed former actress, pregnant and married off in a flash, now resigned to a life that while glitzy and glamorous could also be fairly isolating? Was Elvis himself even aware of the sort of life he lived and how vastly different it was from most people? The thoughts tumbled into her head reminding her of the way she watched the seaweed tumble in the ocean water as a child. She'd pick Memphis and the Presley's over Florida and her own family any day, that's for sure. 

She wasn't even sure of when exactly she fell asleep or for how long. That is, until she was awakened in a sweaty instant, she felt like her insides were being rung out like an old rag. She was hot and cold all at once, and her thighs felt soaked? She practically threw herself out of bed, that's when it all began to register. The squeezing, tugging feeling in her stomach seemed to be in sync with the sharp, stabbing in her lower back. Her hands went to her thighs, Had she? No. It was blood. The blood from her thighs stained her hands, it dripped down her feet, and when she spun around on uneasy, shaking legs she noticed it was all over the sheets as well. It was too much blood. Gasping and wailing, she leaned over the edge of the bed as the room began to spin. With all she had left in her, she shoved and begged for him until he shot up. “What's a matter?!” He barked in confusion. “Get me a doctor..get someone…help..” her breathing was coming in spurts as she felt a tingling sweep from her shoulders to her toes as she continued to grip the sheets, hoping this wasn't what she thought it was. She didn't hear his response, she couldn't. Everything went black. 

She drifted in and out of consciousness for what felt like days on end. She heard the sounds of the doctor's voice, smooth and sympathetic. Della and Patsy talking softly to her. Dodger pressing a hand to her forehead. Sometimes she'd blink open an eye and catch Vernon in the chair in the very corner of the room. He was always there though. Elvis with his mouth close to her ear, murmuring, praying. His big hands squeezed around hers when he wasn't brushing her chocolate curls out of her face. Slowly, she came to the realization of what had happened. There wasn't going to be a baby Presley arriving in the Fall any longer. 

The weeks that followed cemented a hysterical bond of sorts between Leona and Elvis. Every morning, when Mary brought Leona's breakfast up on a silver tray, Elvis would sit with her and make sure she drank her orange juice and take the horse pill looking vitamins the doc had recommended after all that blood loss. She had felt weak, physically and emotionally. With her father having run off when she was a child, and being raised by the overbearing tyrant duo that was her mother and grandmother, Leona had always hoped that her dreams of stardom would also blend well with a white picket fence. Dreams of coming home from movie sets to a shelf lined with little gold statues covered in sticky fingers, T-ball games, and a dog romping with a passel of kids in the sprinkler, an adoring husband by her side. Her hopes and dreams had perished alongside her baby. Elvis had leaped into his faith, reading to her, singing, telling her hope wasn't lost. She wasn't so sure though. They had married because of a baby, did she still have a marriage if she didn't have a baby?

Six weeks and one day after that horrible night, Leona had finally broached the subject. Was he going to cut her loose and they could annul the marriage? After all, they barely knew each other. Plus, Leona wanted her career, she couldn't rest without knowing if she was actually capable of cutting it as an actress. Elvis was aghast and furious. She watched his lips curl up and his face contort in anger in the same way it did when he fought with his father. “My wife ain't leaving my house,” he had snarled in her ear. Was he…hard? He was. This man was getting a hard on from ordering her around and telling her there wasn't going to be a divorce. And there definitely wasn't going to be a career for her like the one she had been used to. She raised her voice and spurred him on. He was hard for her and seemed to want to fight for her? Was Leona twisted for feeling a fluttering in her heart? She backed him into a corner and rambled on about the high possibility of him going on to screw other women in dark corners on movie sets or backstage. Was he really wanting to hang on to this marriage when there were so many pretty blondes desperate to taste him? His nostrils flared and she jammed a finger at him, conveniently landing it just above his cock. His eyes were dark with anger and lust. She gripped his shirt, wrinkling it, and finally pulled him to her mouth for a searing hot kiss. She saw no other way to end this dance at the moment. On the floor of their bedroom, he took with passion, panting into her ear and repeating, “You're my wife for my whole life, ya ain't going nowhere”. Bite marks littered her neck. He was inside her for the first time since it had happened. It made her emotional in more ways than one as he cradled her face and thrust into her desperately. Her orgasm ripped through her violently in perfect sync to his, he didn't withdraw. “This is your job now, being my wife and pleasin’ me,” his voice was smug and cocky as he tenderly tucked her into bed and pressed a soft lingering kiss to her cheek.

Since the dalliance on their bedroom floor, Leona had made it her mission to amp up the drama and theatrics. She had had some bit parts in a couple comedies, and was striving for a perfect sort of dark humor to get under Elvis's skin, convince him that she need be kept busy and not in a princess in a tower situation. Except - it was having the opposite effect it seemed. He found her antics amusing? She had started off strong, first making a trip downtown to Harris department store. She has bought a robins egg blue negligee, sent a sales employee scouring the back stockroom for the perfect pair of white kitten heel slippers with a little feather poof, and a white sheer scarf to tie up her hair. The cherry on top? A pair of cherry red, heart eyed sunglasses that she had once worn as an extra on set. Elvis was due for a lunch meeting with that vile reptile they all called Colonel Parker.  Elvis had pressed a kiss to her shoulder as she sat at her dressing table powdering her face. She was clad in just her panties and bra, he had yet to see her little ensemble. She felt goosebumps form as he slid the strap of her bra to the side and pressed a kiss to the bare skin that had been covered. 

“See ya in a bit, baby doll, gotta meet with the Colonel about some stuff,” his lips lingered on her skin while he eyed her in the mirror. Leona couldn't suppress the sour look that appeared on her face.

“What sort of stuff?” she questioned cooly. 

“Some movie stuff, ain't nothing for you to worry that pretty head about,” his tone was casual yet dismissive. Those were fighting words for Leona, who stomped her foot like a child and demanded to know just exactly why he was allowed to make movies while she had been regulated to pick flowers in the garden with the dogs, lounge in the pool, and shop herself silly with Patsy. She felt like a bird in a cage, albeit a gold-plated diamond-studded cage. 

“Oh, ya want me to start calling you my pretty little baby bird?” he teased, those long fingers, perfect for reaching all the right spots, were tickling at her ribs. Leona yanked away from his grasp and pouted. “Baby, you're a wife now, my wife, I'm gonna take care of things. No need for you to stress yourself and slave away to send money back home to your momma and granny, I had my daddy send a check two days ago,” Elvis explained, sliding on a pair of sunglasses that made him look utterly delectable as he shifted his weight from one leg to another in the doorway, seemingly unable to keep still. 

Too frustrated to formulate a response that would accurately convey her angst, she took a beat before swerving herself around to face him. With a grin that could only be perfected after years after trying to charm sweaty, fat producers in suits, Leona turned to her husband. Her voice was dripping with a faux sugary sweet tone, “I'll be here waiting for you to get back, baby”. She knew that's exactly what he wanted to hear. Elvis blew her a kiss before he disappeared down the stairs. She heard him below in the kitchen, chatting with Mary, probably grabbing a sweet treat. His pals downstairs playing pool, she knew that'd be his next stop. Rounding them all, lest he ever go anywhere alone. It was the perfect time for Leona to change into her newest purchase and head outside, to the driveway. She examined herself in the mirror, she knew if the sunlight hit just the right way that everyone would be getting a nice view of Mrs. Presley’s chest courtesy of her basically sheer nightie. Her fingers combed through her chocolate curls and then she added an extra coat of lipstick, spritzing herself with some of that perfume Elvis had brought back after a trip away with the guys. With the sunglasses hiding her green eyes, it was now or never. She scurried down the stairs as fast as her kitten heels would carry her, the front door was in her sights and Elvis's booming laughter could be heard on the floor below her. 

Suddenly a voice called her name, “Miss Leona where on earth are you headed in that get up? Looks like you belong up there in that bedroom the way you dressed!” Mary, Elvis's long-time housekeeper, was a peach with a spitfire sense of humor. She had been warm and motherly since the minute Leona had walked through the front door. A single finger came to rest on Leona's lips and she pointed to the floor, Mary caught on it seemed. She flung a dish towel over her shoulder and rolled her eyes good naturedly, “Don't you worry, I certainly won't be running and gabbing to Mr. Elvis tellin’ him his wife is half naked in the yard where folks and fancy photographer men might see…girl…you best do whatever it is you planning and fast”. Almost giddy with anticipation and curious to see just exactly how this scheme would land with her husband, Leona’s heels clicked on the driveway. She paused and did her best to look down towards the gates, shockingly, there was no one there. She wasn't sure if she was glad about that or not. Elvis's Cadillac was parked just a little past the front steps. If she was laying in the driveway, Joe wouldn't dare move an inch. Hell, they'd all be too busy averting their eyes and making small talk amongst themselves about what nice weather Memphis was having recently. What was her end game exactly? Leona wasn't completely sure. She just wanted Elvis to see her and hear her, truly. Her grandmother had told her growing up that marriage was a compromise, but if all else fails defer to your husband. When Leona had called home to tell her mother and grandmother she was marrying the Elvis Presley, her grandmother had said in not so many words to forget compromise and keep Elvis happy at all costs. Why should she stifle herself down for him though? Ok, maybe she didn't need to go back to Hollywood full-time. But she needed something, anything, to keep herself busy and fulfilled. If she had to spend the next fifty years praising him and his work, picking out curtains, and entertaining the Memphis Mafia and their various girls of the week she'd absolutely need a sanatorium. 

The black asphalt was warm on the backs of her legs as Leona lay like she was making a snow angel. She heard the door open, the rowdy laughter and loud conversation that signaled the arrival of Elvis and co. Then someone spoke up, Leona was a bit too far back to place exactly who, but she thought it might be Charlie. “Uh, EP, that your wife laying down there in front of the car?” his voice sounded nervous. Suddenly the only thing Leona could hear was the sound of the birds and heavy footsteps approaching. It was as if the sun had snuck behind the clouds, everything felt dark as Elvis's shadow engulfed her. She pulled her sunglasses down and batted her eyelashes up at him. “Headin’ out honey?” She purred, she could feel her nipples hard and a hazy sheen of sweat covered her basically naked body. “Was plannin on it…seems to be a little detour though” Elvis crowed. “What are you up to little girl?” He leaned down closer to her face. “Well wouldn't you like to know..” Leona laughed, picking at her cuticles as if this whole scenario playing out was perfectly logical and normal. She watched him shake his head still, still sporting that grin, and motion for the guys to wait in the backyard. Her eyes darted to the side when she realized Elvis was laying down on the pavement beside her, his arms stretched back cradling his head. “I've got time…tell me baby”. He had his sunglasses on and a big toothy smile. Leona didn't expect him to use this tactic.

She crossed her arms over her chest, blocking his view of her hard nipples. He snorted when she did that. Her bottom lip jetted out into a pout. “If I'm here - and I'm certainly not going anywhere, you made that perfectly clear - then you should be too. No movies for me means no movies for you.” She lifted her shades to look at him and see if she could gauge his reaction behind his own sunglasses. His lip twitched and then he nodded slowly. “I'm so utterly bored, if you try and leave you'll just have to run me down, I've got nothing to do. I can afford to lay here practically naked for all your buddies and fans to see if that's what you'd like…honey.” She turned on the charm for the last part. Cooing and dropping her voice into a sweet little starlet tone. “Well ain't you slick”. Suddenly he was sitting up and sliding the sunglasses off. He towered over her from above. “Listen - I know you and half the folks in the house would just love it if I ripped up old Colonel’s contracts but I ain't doing that…I can't. So if you wanna lay on the ground and be a little whiny baby wife, have at it. I might have to punish ya for it though,” his voice was raspy when he spoke that last sentence and it made Leona’s stomach flip flop in the best way. “Or….you can march that pretty little behind back to our bed and wait for me to get home. If you're a good girl maybe I'll bring ya something shiny huh?” He was rising to his feet and held a hand out to her. Leona gripped her fingers into her hair frustrated before cutting her eyes up at him. “Fine..” she scoffed, taking his hand and marching back up the driveway, into the house, and past the family in the living room. Elvis trailed behind her like he was making she she'd do just that. When she reached the bottom of the staircase she yelped when he suddenly slapped her ass. Her plan foiled, she was now back to reality and keenly aware she was half naked in the foyer. She ran up the stairs, she didn't have to look behind her to know he was ogling her barely dressed body. When she reached the top of the stairs she did something that made him chuckle loudly enough that his father asked him what was so funny. Leona turned and winked at him before disappearing to their bedroom. 

Just as her husband had suggested, Leona took to their bed. Mary had come up and changed the sheets and the evidence of how Elvis had licked her until she gushed last night was no longer present. Laying on her back like the starfish she remembered collecting as a child, she felt a tad foolish. She hadn't accomplished what she had hoped for and now she was destined to sit and wait for Elvis's return. Tears formed in the corners of her eyes and she flicked them away with her finger tips lest she ruin her makeup. Now what? She thought to herself. A melancholy mood washed over her and when Mary came knocking announcing dinner, Leona sent her away claiming she wasn't hungry. She heard the older woman return and leave a tray outside the door but Leona couldn't muster up the energy to rise and feign eating. She caught her reflection in the mirror above the bed, tussling her hair with her fingers and throwing it back. She allowed her thoughts to wander and imagine what life would be like had she not fallen into this marriage. She'd probably be hustling all over via orders from the studio, fittings here, screen tests there. She didn't miss that part. Being on set, delivering perfectly executed monologues in one take, becoming someone entirely different? That's what Leona missed. Proving herself, making a name on her own, those were all things that had once lit a fire under her. All of that jazz about making lemons into lemonade would suggest that Leona try and do some of that here in her married life. Should she be like some of the other wealthy kept women in Memphis and join the garden club? Something told Leona that despite whatever money Elvis threw their way, she wouldn't exactly be welcome. Curling onto her side, Leona came to the realization that if she wanted to act she'd have to consider Graceland her only sound stage. Was there room for two hot shots in this house? Elvis's words from earlier rung in her ears. He had called her a whiny baby wife. Him and his good natured teasing. Maybe that was it though, that could be her new role. She could embrace her new title as leading lady of Graceland and be this whiny baby wife character.....

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[eriebasin]

A petite antique c1920 Art Deco engagement ring with a 0.10 carat old European cut diamond set in a two toned mounting. 

eriebasin.com

[pajarinwrites]

MONSTA X RECS

directory | general masterlist

✨ favourites

SHOWNU

pretty screaming my name @iibonniee 1.4k unprotected, size, nakadashi...... i can neither deny nor confirm the rumours that these are some of my biggest kinks. pls stop asking.

torture @wasteitonserendipity 0.7k sub!hyunwoo; personally, i think we should start a petition to get a fleshed out version of this; who are you torturing?? me?? (pls give me more)

WONHO

nothing yet

MINHYUK

Human anatomy and physiology ✨ @iibonniee professor!minhyuk, i'm always a slut for professors; and blowjobs; and teasing men; this might be my favourite out of all the mx fan fiction i've read so far

KIHYUN

the best part @frenchkisstheabyss 0.9k i am once again asking you to make their stupid good fics longer oh my lord pls

HYUNGWON

morning daze ✨ @irregular-idol-imagines 0.7k another one on the ever growing list of MONBEBE-FOR-THE-LOVE-OF-EVERYTHING-GOOD-AND-HOLY-WRITE-A-WHOLE-FIC-PLEASE; its way too short, i wish hyungwon was ogling me much longer than for 700 words, love the way he's charaterised in this

JOOHONEY

nothing yet

I.M

(in)convenient ✨ @sluttywonwoo 4.4k fakeeee datiiiing with iiim changkyuun, AHHHHH, i swear carats are just better writers than anyone else, the shit i find for svt (and for other groups by ppl with carat handles) never disappoints?? what is up carats??, this was posted in 2022 though so i don't know if i can hope for the continuation :(((, one of my fave lines: "What was wrong with you? Literally what the fuck was wrong with you?"

[jewelboxin]

Diamond Stud Earrings 101: Tips for Finding Your Perfect Pair

Discover the ultimate guide to buying diamond stud earrings. Learn about size, shape, metal settings, and the 4 Cs to find your perfect pair of diamond studs.

Diamond stud earrings are the little black dress of the jewelry world, a timeless accessory that instantly adds elegance and sophistication to any look. Whether you're getting ready for a glamorous night out or just want to bring a bit of sparkle to your everyday style, these earrings are your go-to. Known for their simplicity, diamond stud earrings for women can effortlessly elevate any outfit. They hold the unique ability to complement other jewelry pieces without clashing. Pair them with a necklace, bracelet, or even a statement ring, and they’ll still shine without overshadowing your other accessories. With so many options available, picking the perfect pair might seem like a daunting task. But don’t worry; we’ve got you covered!

The 4 Cs of Diamonds

Before diving into the world of diamond stud earrings, it's essential to understand the 4 Cs of diamonds: Cut, Color, Clarity, and Carat. These are the four key factors that determine the quality and value of a diamond. Here’s a brief overview:

Cut: The cut of a diamond determines how well it reflects light, making it sparkle. A well-cut diamond will have a brilliant shine, while a poorly cut diamond may appear dull.

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Choosing the Perfect Size for Your Diamond Stud Earrings

Size matters when it comes to diamond stud earrings for women. The size you choose should complement your face shape and personal style. Here are some tips:

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Selecting the Right Shape

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Metal Settings: More Than Just a Frame

The metal setting of your diamond stud earrings can enhance the beauty of the diamonds and complement your skin tone. Popular choices include:

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Yellow Gold: A timeless choice that offers a warm, classic feel. It pairs beautifully with traditional outfits and other gold jewellery.

Rose Gold: Perfect for those who want a romantic and trendy look. Its pinkish hue adds a soft, feminine touch to the earrings.

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Budgeting for Your Diamond Stud Earrings

One of the biggest considerations when buying diamond stud earrings is your budget. Here are some helpful tips to consider:

Set a Realistic Budget: Know how much you're willing to spend before shopping. This will allow you to narrow down your choices and get the most value for your money.

Prioritize What Matters: If maximizing sparkle is your goal, allocate more of your budget to the cut quality. If size is important, consider choosing diamonds with a slightly lower color grade to get a larger stone within your budget.

Consider Lab-Grown Diamonds: For a more budget-friendly and eco-conscious option, consider lab-grown diamond stud earrings. They offer the same brilliance and beauty as natural diamonds but at a fraction of the price.

Finding Your Perfect Pair of Diamond Studs

Buying the perfect pair of diamond stud earrings doesn’t have to be complicated. By understanding the key factors like the 4 Cs, size, shape, and metal settings, you can find earrings that complement your style and enhance your look. Whether you’re looking for diamond stud earrings for women as a gift or to treat yourself, these timeless pieces are a valuable addition to any jewellery collection. Remember, it’s not just about the sparkle; it’s about finding earrings that make you feel confident and beautiful every time you wear them. Whether for a special occasion or everyday glam, find the perfect pair to make your statement. Visit Jewelbox’s store or shop online today!

FAQ What are the benefits of choosing lab-grown diamonds over natural diamonds for stud earrings?

Lab-grown diamonds offer the same sparkle and durability as natural diamonds but are more affordable and eco-friendly. They are created using technology that mimics natural diamond formation, making them a sustainable and ethical choice. How does the cut of a diamond affect its appearance in stud earrings?

The cut of a diamond influences its brilliance and sparkle. A well-cut diamond reflects light better and appears more radiant. Opting for high-cut quality will ensure your studs have maximum shine. What should I look for to ensure I get the best value for my budget when buying diamond stud earrings? Set a realistic budget and prioritize the 4 Cs—cut, color, clarity, and carat. If size is important, you might choose diamonds with a slightly lower color grade to maximize carat weight within your budget. Consider lab-grown diamonds for a more affordable option.

[bookishbokkie]

🐈‍⬛ jeon wonwoo reading challenge 🐈‍⬛

these are books that seventeen's wonwoo has read, recommended to carats, or has recommended to members

👓 = books read

🐈 = to be read

🐈‍⬛ 달러구트 꿈 백화점 by 이미예 (dallergut dream department store by lee miye)

🐈‍⬛ sherlock holmes series by arthur conan doyle

🐈‍⬛ ナミヤ雑貨店の奇蹟 by 東野 圭吾 (miracles of the namiya general store by keigo higashino) 🐈

🐈‍⬛ me before you by jojo moyes

🐈‍⬛ be more cat by alison davies

🐈‍⬛ 第七天 by 余华 (the seventh day by yu hua)

🐈‍⬛ 三国演义 by 罗贯中 (romance of the three kingdoms by luo guanzhong)

🐈‍⬛ 麒麟の翼 by 東野 圭吾 (a death in tokyo by keigo higashino)

🐈‍⬛ 종의 기원 by 정유정 (the good son by jeong yoojeong)

🐈‍⬛ guns, germs, and steel by jared diamond cover

🐈‍⬛ le petit prince by antoine de saint-exupéry (the little prince by antoine de saint-exupéry)

🐈‍⬛ the four great tragedies by william shakespeare (hamlet 👓, othello, king lear, & macbeth) 🐈

🐈‍⬛ call me by your name by andré aciman

🐈‍⬛ 西游记 by 吴承恩 (journey to the west by wu cheng'en)

🐈‍⬛ any book by 村上 春樹 (haruki murakami) 👓

🐈‍⬛ books without english translations 🐈‍⬛

these are books that, as of right now, that i can't read because there are not translated and i'm not that good at reading korean or japanese yet

🐈‍⬛ 달러구트 꿈 백화점 2 by 이미예 (dallergut dream department store 2 by lee miye)

🐈‍⬛ 仮面山荘殺人事件 by 東野 圭吾 (the murder in mansion masquerade by keigo higashino)

🐈‍⬛ 向日葵の咲かない夏 by 道尾秀介 (the summer when the sunflowers do not bloom by shusuke michio)

🐈‍⬛ 김이나의 작사법 by 김이나 (kim eana’s songwriting method by kim eana)

🐈‍⬛ 설민석의 조선왕조실록 by 설민석 (seol minsuk's annals of the joseon dynasty by seol minsuk)

🐈‍⬛ 你，很好: 接受过去的你，喜欢现在的自己 by 艾尔文 (i wish i will do well by alvin)

🐈‍⬛ 90년생이 온다 by 임홍택 (people who were born in 90's are coming by im hong taek)

🐈‍⬛ 부의 지각변동 by 박종훈 (the perceptual fluctuation of wealth by park joong hoon)

🐈‍⬛ war diary of admiral yi sun shin (난중일기) (there's one translation available but it's hard to get a copy)

[richmond-rex]

[Henry VII's] addition of the Angel to the royal touch ceremony was significant. The gold coin increased the prestige of the ritual as Angels were made from 22-carat gold and contained more of this metal than any other English coin. During the reign of Henry VII, the Angel was worth 6s. 8d.: medieval kings had given each person whom they touched one penny, so the gift of the Angel marked a very substantial increase in value. Although Henry VII became notoriously parsimonious as his reign progressed, he remained generous to the poor and sick. The coin played a key role in the ceremony, contributing to the restoration of health alongside the king’s touch.

— Stephen Brogan, The Royal Touch in Early Modern England: Politics, Medicine and Sin

It seems likely that Henry introduced the liturgy and the gift of the gold Angel to supplicants in order to make the ceremony more efficacious, possibly because he was aware that it did not always cure people of their scrofula. In part, this showed his concern for his ill subjects, but at the same time, a more effective ceremony could strengthen his authority as king, given that his accession disrupted the direct line of succession. One way of enhancing the power of the royal touch was evidently to standardise the ritual; the other concerned the Angels.

The exalted status of the Angel also had the effect of bringing the ceremony in line with pilgrimages made by the sick to healing shrines. Of course, it had always been the case that people with scrofula had to travel to the royal court, and pilgrims to a shrine, and that both healing rituals required faith and involved prayer, but the Angel added a new aspect to the royal touch in the way that badges and souvenirs did for pilgrimages. Just as pilgrims could buy badges at shrines to honour their petition to a saint, or souvenirs such as phials of holy oil, so people who had been touched were meant to wear their Angel around their neck afterwards [...] Angels and other Christian tokens can be thought of as part of a gift economy, material objects that marked the process whereby supplicants offered allegiance to an intercessionary figure who could act as a conduit for God’s grace which could cure their ailments, or ward off misfortune.

[chicinsilk]

US Vogue October 1, 1958

On the left, evening clutch in leopard pearls. Center, leopard pattern needlepoint tapestry and black calfskin. On the right, Somali leopard print on black calfskin. The three handbags, signed Nettie Rosenstein. Jewelry in Schlumberger's first plan for Tiffany. Cabochon emerald surrounded by small diamonds in an 18-carat gold ring, bottle of Petit Prince perfume. A new development is the case of lipstick, the compact oval from Max Factor.

A gauche, pochette du soir en perles léopard. Centre, à motif léopard tapisserie au point aiguille et cuir de veau noir. À droite, empiècement léopard de Somalie sur cuir de veau noir. Les trois sacs à main, signés Nettie Rosenstein. Bijoux dans le premier plan de Schlumberger pour Tiffany. Émeraude cabochon entourée de petits diamants en une bague en or 18 carats, flacon de parfum Petit Prince. Un nouveau développement est le cas du rouge à lèvres, le compact ovale de Max Factor.

Photo Richard Rutledge vogue archive

[bourbon-ontherocks]

🪥-wise j’étais au bord de la syncope pdt la 1re scène du parloir 🕴️ shouting match. longing looks. there’s a literal wall between them. going from "I don’t need you" to "pls get involved in this mess and let my kid hide evidence" to "thank you" 😭😭😭😭 their other scenes were for the books too--asking her to work her magic, but she’s under pressure when suddenly "ouf c’est de l’or massif", mentalité de pie 😂

the carat-dec joke was so precious (mdr), les rapports se réchauffent !!! I’m glad there weren’t proper callbacks to earlier eps this time (except for the bookshelves!!), it left room for New stuff. plus some bits felt comfortingly familiar, like adam’s gestures when he asked morgane to get to the point (la petite graine !) 🥲❤ oh, & re: céline’s slippery slope… confirms she and adam are basically the same person. royal couple of getting roped into dates with people they’ve antagonized 😆

don’t you think "ça voulait dire quelque chose" was a bit too much? I wish both of them were in the dark about the other’s feelings. how are we gonna get that sweet, sweet pining if they know mutual affection is a real possibility? (+ don’t want roxane to become The Obstacle) we need a couple irremediable misunderstandings, stat 😈 tho the shot where they’re finally face to face outside was 😙👌 five feet apart but they were feeling awfully close 🥰🥰🥰❤

God, le parloir !! 😱😱 I'm glad I already knew about that scene before otherwise I would have died on the spot 😭 The way they look at each other, the way they talk, and you're right the evolution too, Adam compulsively yelling "I don't want to be involved with this" while actually being totally involved with this, Morgane being so angry, Adam qui s'exécute à toutes les conneries qu'elle lui demande sans rechigner (se baisser alors qu'on entend très bien, lui montrer le dossier à travers la vitre, arrêter de la regarder -- speaking of, arrêtez de me regarder j'arrive pas à me concentrer si c'est pas un aveu qu'il la trouble 🥹🥹, demander à Théa de planquer une pièce à conviction...)

Lol, mentalité de pie, le retour 😂

100% agreed re Adam's gesture, I too thought about the little seed joke!! And also I'm not sure I'd say their interactions are warming up, but they do seem to fall into reassuring, familiar patterns 🥲💕 Also the fact that Adam basically ran to the prison since Morgane's not even done with her check-in that he shows up in the parlor 🥹🥹

Oh gosh I didn't notice the ginormous parallel between Céline and Adam's date, to me Céline's arc felt like something exactly similar that happens in Engrenages, but I love how it applies to Adam and Roxane (hopefully not with the same outcome though?)

Now for "ça voulait dire quelque chose"... Oh boy...😱

I don't think it was too much at all, considering how Adam's previous words (ep 1 flashback) literally drove Morgane to quit and disappear for six months, and it probably would've lasted forever if it wasn't for this providential case. And I think he's aware of that, aware of his mistake, so this is his attempt at making up for what he said ("ça voulait rien dire") which obviously hurt her. I think she needed to hear that it actually meant something. And also for him it's perhaps the first time he's vocalizing out loud that he actually cares about Morgane, and that she's not just a pain in the ass. (Okay actually he said it before. It's just that he told her the exact opposite an hour later so the message may have gotten a bit confused lol).

ALSO HE TOLD HER THAT LOSING HER WAS HIS BIGGEST REGRET IN LIFE AND NOW I CAN DIE IN PEACE THANK YOU VERY MUCH 😱🥹😭⚰️

And I don't think this is going to end all their misunderstandings, because he instantly tempers it with the words "collègue" et "amie". After how hard he broke her heart, Morgane is probably done living on false hopes, so she's not gonna try and read more in those words than what he actually said. And what he said was I care about you as a friend (sure Jan).

So for me they're both still in the dark re each other's feelings. They probably picked up on the fact that they do not hate each other (well, Adam probably thinks she does now, but that she actually didn't when he kissed her lol), but they most certainly have no idea of how deep they're actually pining for the other's affection 💔

Also this whole scene 😘😘😘 And the five feet apart shot, the way they slowly walk towards each other, et leurs pas sont absolument SYNCHRONES ???? No wonder it's literally the first thing I giffed from that new season 😭❤️

[itsblueee13]

Favorite aikatsu song?? ⁉️⁉️

I just put them randomly so no song is better than the other 🙏🙏

• Calendar Girl (Waka, Fuuri, Sunao from STAR☆ANIS)

• Bon Bon Voyage! (Miho, Rie, Ruka from AIKATSU☆STARS! & Risa)

• SHINERS (Risuko, Remi, Yuna)

• Soulmate/Kokoro No Tomo (Mao, Shiori from STARRY PLANET☆/Kāya Date & Rion Watanabe)

• Moonlight destiny (Risuko from STAR☆ANIS)

• Excitement Antenna/Tokimeki Antenna (Ruka, Rie, Miki from AIKATSU☆STARS!)

• Okemaru (Ema from BEST FRIENDS!/Yui Ninomiya)

• Girls be ambitious! (Maika from BEST FRIENDS!/Karen Miyama)

• Ponytail After School/Houkago Ponytail (Remi from STAR☆ANIS)

• You × I/Kimi × Watashi (Maika, Ema from BEST FRIENDS!/Karen Miyama & Yui Ninomiya)

• Fantastic Imagination (Mao, Meisa from STARRY PLANET☆/Kāya Date & Narumi Uno)

• Magical Door (Ruli, Shiori from STARRY PLANET☆/Rio Ogura & Rion Watanabe)

• Wake up my music (Risa & Eimi)

• Sentimental Berry (Remi, Mona from STAR☆ANIS)

• Adult Mode/Otona Mode (Mona from STAR☆ANIS)

• Precious (Risuko from STAR☆ANIS)

• Tick×Tack Nostalgia (Mao, Meisa from STARRY PLANET☆/Kāya Date & Narumi Uno)

• See You See You See You See You See You Tomorrow/Mata Mata Mata Mata Mata Ashita (Mao, Shiori from STARRY PLANET☆/Kāya Date & Rion Watanabe)

• Angel Snow (Remi, Eri, Yuna from STAR☆ANIS)

• Cosmos Search (Waka & Ruka)

• Happiness on the same Earth/Onaji Chikyū no Shiawase ni (Eri from STAR☆ANIS)

• Thrilling Dream (Risuko, Sunao from STAR☆ANIS)

• Good morning my dream (Ruka, Mona, Miki from AIKATSU☆STARS!)

• So Beautiful Story (Sena & Nanase)

• lucky train! (Miho, Nanase from AIKATSU STARS!)

• Promise Carat/Yakusoku Carat (Miho, Nanase from AIKATSU☆STARS!)

• Summer Tears Diary (Miho, Kana from AIKATSU☆STARS!)

• Take Me Higher (Hibiki from BEST FRIENDS!, Risuko, Risa/Yōko Hikasa, Risuko, Risa)

• Inner Voice (Ruli, Meisa from STARRY PLANET☆/Rio Ogura & Narumi Uno)

• Petit Price Everyday/Puchipura Everyday (Ann, Sala from STARRY PLANET☆/Amy & Rurika Uno)

• Street Corner Cinderella/Machikado Cinderella (Shiori, Sala from STARRY PLANET☆/Rion Watanabe & Rurika Uno)

• Continue Future!!/Mirai Continue!! (STARRY PLANET☆)

• Brand New World (Ruli, Kyōko from STARRY PLANET☆/Rio Ogura & Shizune Nagao)

• Melody of Heart/Heart no Melody (Eri from STAR☆ANIS)

• Goodbye Tears (Saori Kodama)

• prism spiral (Fuuri from STAR☆ANIS)

• Legend of Beginning/Hajimari no Legend (Risa, Miho, Rie, Ruka)

• POPCORN DREAMING♪ (Sena, Rie from AIKATSU☆STARS!)

• TRAVEL RIBBON (Ruka, Rie, Miki)

• MY STARWAY (Waka, Fuuri, Yuna)

• Blooming♡Blooming (Eri)

• Miel Miele (Kana from AIKATSU☆STARS!)

• Hello Hello (Miki from AIKATSU☆STARS!)

• Dream Ballon (Fuuri, Yuna, Eri from STAR☆ANIS)

• To the New Stage/Aratanaru Stage e (Hibiki, Alicia from BEST FRIENDS!/Yōko Hikasa & Saori Ōnishi)

• Trap of Love (Sunao)

• Cosmic • Stranger (Ruka, Nanase from AIKATSU☆STARS! feat. Johnny Bepp (CV. Makoto Yasumura))

• LOVE GAME (Nanase, Mona from AIKATSU☆STARS!)

• Etude of Radiance/Kagayaki no Etude (Waka from STAR☆ANIS)

• Midnight Skyhigh/Mayonaka no Skyhigh (Risuko from STAR☆ANIS)

• Strong, Kind, Beautiful/Tsuyoku, Yasashiku, Utsukushiku (Karen from BEST FRIENDS!/Azusa Tadokoro)

• Tutu • Ballerina (Ruka, Mona, Miki from AIKATSU☆STARS!)

• Lovely Party Collection (Ruka, Mona, Miki, Miho, Nanase, Kana from AIKATSU☆STARS!)

• After Lovely Party (Ruka, Rie, Miki)

• Hirari/Hitori/Kirari (Waka, Fuuri, Sunao, Remi, Moe, Eri, Yuna, Risuko from STAR☆ANIS)

• Please Mary/Onegai Mary (Miho, Miki from AIKATSU☆STARS!)

• Ice Forest/Kōri no Mori (Waka, Fuuri, Yuna, Remi, Eri, Risuko)

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Je critique les Robes de Mariée de Star: Sofia Richie

Le mariage est une tradition sacrée qui remonte à la nuit des temps. Il permet de célébrer l’amour entre deux êtres humains qui se jureront fidélité, bonheur et amour inconditionnel.

Mais mettons l’amour de côté et oublions les histoires de conte de fée parce qu’aujourd’hui je vais critiquer des robes de mariée, mais pas n’importe quelle robe de mariée, celles des stars.

Sofia Richie :

J’ai décidé de commencer par Sofia Richie, une mannequin/influenceuse/gosse de riche car il y a quelques mois la presse américaine parlait de son mariage et du "style old money" et cela m’a intriguée.

Je ne la connaissais pas mais ils l’ont vendu comme une grande star, plus connue que les sœurs Kardashian dans leurs magazines et d’après les rumeurs Sofia Richie (ou son papa riche) les auraient payé pour faire décoller sa carrière d’influenceuse.

Et moi dans tout cela, j’aime les histoires louches, donc on va parler de cette petite « menteuse » aujourd’hui.

Pour celles et ceux qui ne la connaissent pas, elle a 24 ans, c’est la fille de Lionel Richie, chanteur et musicien américain et Diane Alexander, une actrice.

Elle était très proche de la famille Kardashian, elle est même sortie avec Scott Disick, l’ex-mari de Kourtney Kardashian quand elle avait 21 ans et lui 34 ans, un petit peu bizarre leurs histoires.

En gros, elle est passée de ça à ça:

Un changement assez brutal, mais elle est aujourd'hui mariée à Elliott Grainge, 29 ans, un producteur de musique qui a un père très riche qui est lui-même président-directeur général d'Universal Music Group donc je suppose que c’est son père qui lui a filé son job (c’est donc l’union de deux gosses de riches si j’ai bien compris).

Les deux américains se sont mariés dans le sud de la France,en Côte d’Azur pour être exact, le 22 avril 2023.

Sofia Richie (sa sœur), Paris Hilton et Cameron Diaz étaient présentes au mariage.

La presse américaine spécule que le mariage aurait coûté 4 millions de dollars et la bague de fiançailles de Sofia Richie de 6 carats aurait coûté 1 million de dollars.

Mon avis sur les robes

A présent parlons de sa robe de mariée, devrais-je dire ses robes de mariée (parce qu’il y en avait trois)

Toutes les robes étaient faites sur mesure par Chanel et leurs prix seraient autour de $800,000 (environs 750 000 euros)

La première robe:

La robe est très jolie et les détails sur la dentelle (qui je pense sont faits à la main) sont magnifiques. Mais je trouve le col beaucoup trop épais et comme la dentelle et les perles sur la robe apporte de la légèreté et de la délicatesse, pour moi le col aurait dû être beaucoup plus fin.

Après je ne sais pas si c’est elle qui m’ennuie ou si c’est la robe mais il manque quelque chose (selon moi).

Même sur cette photo (à droite) où c’est la seule habillée en blanc, mes yeux ont envie de se reposer sur les invités. (Mais où sont ses talents de mannequin ?!?!?)

Le dos de la robe est magnifique et bien plus intéressant que le devant. Elle aurait peut-être dû se marier en faisant le moonwalk.

Si vous vous teniez à 2 cm d’elle et en plissant les yeux très fort vous auriez pu apercevoir un motif de cœur dans la dentelle au milieu de sa poitrine, et un autre cœur en dessous qui ont été brodé pour créer un motif caché, censé représenter leur amour. (beurk)

La longue traîne de la robe, je ne la trouve pas très pratique. Par exemple, sur cette photo, elle est obligée de la tenir comme un manteau, c’est étrange. Mais ça a dû donner un effet Waouh quand elle a marché pour dire oui à son mari.

Sur Instagram elle a remercié les artistes qui ont travaillé sur ses robes, et elle a ajouté : "J’ai toujours eu cette vision de la grande robe de princesse, mais en vieillissant, j’ai réalisé que je voulais quelque chose d’un peu plus simple... Peut-être que « simple » n’est pas le bon mot parce que ma robe n’est certainement pas simple!"

Si simple c’est le bon mot, la robe donne envie de dormir, mais il y a des gens qui préfèrent la simplicité et c’est totalement OK.

En soi, sa robe était mignonne, mais pour un mariage à 4 millions de dollars, je sais pas je m’attendais à quelque chose de plus spectaculaire.

Ma note pour la 1er robe est 4/10 Next.

Deuxième robe:

Pour la 2ème robe, je l’ADORE. Elle reste toujours très simple mais je trouve qu’elle lui va mieux que la 1ère.

J'aime la structure et le fait que le tissu soit rigide, la fleur emblématique Chanel (le Camélia) au milieu rajoute un petit côté mignon.

Cette robe représente vraiment la marque Chanel et elle a été inspirée d’un design porté par Claudia Schiffer dans les années 90.

Par contre, je n’aime pas les bretelles, je les trouve un peu trop larges.

Je donne à la robe numéro deux 7,5/10

Troisième robe:

Je ne l’aime pas, donc je ne vais même pas prendre le temps de la noter.

Voilà c’est tout pour moi, dites moi quelle est votre robe préférée parmi les trois et est-ce que vous connaissiez Sofia Richie?

Perso ma robe préférée est la deuxième, elle est trop belle.

Merci d’avoir lu cet article!!! 💕💕💕

XOXO, Cozii.

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