#sapphire goldie

[bastardgoblinwolf]

like. one of my first fursonas from the amino days. her name is sapphire goldie

[tangential-hooligan]

A fluffy yellow borb!!!

fun fact- swablu was my very first shiny and it has had a special place in my heart ever since 💖

[goldieclaws]

Any kind of references for Sapphire Weapon are so incomprehensible like, bro what the hell is this

[belphegorey]

⌜sapphires, mammon⌟ his little human looked so pretty in gold ships ⎯⎯ mammon x fem!reader tropes ⎯⎯ vaginal sex, blushing mammon, dick piercing, scenting, size kink, praise, marking, pact marks, lots of greed

Gold. It dropped down your skin in silken cloth, caressing your body in the thin layer and making you shimmer. Necklaces and bracelets glittered like the finest of treasure on your body. Earrings dangled with more carats than anyone could afford.

The tantalising speck in your eye reflected the same ore. Your wicked smirk taunted him in more and more of the golden decadence you were encased in. The finest of prizes. The treasure all pirates would hunt for, the gift all people would die for, the only thing Mammon would kill for.

Rings hung on your fingers. Rubies, emeralds and diamonds galore. The jewel within the golden earrings, he realised, were perfect sapphires. His chest grew tight as they glittered under the chandeliers. “ Your eyes ,” you had whispered them on your first day in the Devildom, just after Mammon had given you his completely grand tour of the House of Lamentation, “ they’re so blue .”

Mammon could still recall his scoff. You had been so strange. Sure, he had only listened to you for an hour by that point, but he had decided you were not worth his valuable time. Most of his mind had been occupied by whether or not his stocks had lowered during the day. “ They are not blue ,” it had felt like an insult to him at the time. He hadn’t even acknowledged the sheer intrigue upon your beautifully shining face — whereas it was all Mammon could think of now, “ they are like… sapphires. Sapphires and gold. ”

You had nodded with a faint little smile. It was the first smile he had seen of yours. Mammon could describe each expression on your face, and the variety of your grins in great detail, but that one was the most valuable in his mind. Rare, special, and one you had shown him first. “ Sapphires and gold .” Yet again, his mind was occupied with profit, including whether or not he could find a way to sell you as an experiment to Solomon, but even then Mammon had felt pride seeing your soft expression just for him. The first time he had felt something positive toward you, a blissful premonition of your shared future. “ A beautiful combination .”

His tongue tied into knots. It was the worst torture he could have ever endured. Any punishment from Lucifer paled in comparison as he watched you descend into the room with the same small smile on your face. His skin burned hot and the rings around his fingers, one of which you had given him as a gift, did nothing to cool his fire. All his brothers stood around him, watching and praising your every movement, he was sure that Beelzebub had slipped drool onto the floor beneath them. Mammon scrunched his nose to ignore the stabbing in his spine.

His. It was what fuelled him. Greed was what flowed in his veins and blossomed in his throat. You were his. You dressed up in the finest of materials for him . You wore sapphire earrings for him . The little smile on your face was only for him . His brothers were not who you were looking for. They were not the ones who protected you and listened to your every story.

“You look darling, my love,” Asmo moved forward in a movement similar to that of a dance. His steps were delicate and smooth as he whisked you away from Mammon’s eyes. You had gone with him like a true ballerina, performing with your typical delicateness and respect. Mammon was sure that he could hear the growing orchestra of the human ballet play out in his head. Did that make him Hilarion to your Gisele? His fingers twitched as he noticed Diavolo and Barabatos greet you with smiles.

Everyone was watching you. Had you been anyone else Mammon would say it was because of the scarcity in your outfit. He knew better. You were the treasure that sparkled in eyes. No jewel, no car, not even his precious Goldie, were comparable to you. You were his human. He was your demon. Your first demon.

Mammon would not allow himself to just watch you be flaunted by his brother. He jumped to action, the orchestra in his mind crescendoed to a glorious triumph, and Mammon made his way across the room. Your golden dress and the sparkling smile guided him forward, the itching in his back of wins that threatened to burst through fuelled him further. Your eyes, lit brighter than the chandeliers above you, found him and your smile returned. Big, toothy, mischevious. The hand weighed down in glorious rings ran softly against your hip, the jewels catching the light gloriously.

Temptress. You were no worse than one of Asmodeus’ succubi. Mammon loved it. Your tantalising gaze licked at his greedy veins and pressed him to act further. To let loose. To properly remind everyone who you were meant for.

“I’m glad you could make it, Mammon!” Diavolo’s regular grin greeted him while Barbotos stood to his left, arms folded in the usual servant manner. Both of them stared into his body, Mammon could feel the eyes as they fell to the flood of green surging off his soulless body. He attempted a smile to placate the royal before him, but your sparkling person kept poking at the corner of his eye. It felt just wrong to look away from you, especially when the hungry gaze of all the higher demons in the Devildom were staring right at you. “Lucifer had said you would be working tonight.”

He had never been so lucky in his life. It was his own curse to step with misfortune haunting his shadow. His modelling job would always run overtime and Mammon would be left hanging from the roof tied in electric cables as punishment for his tardiness. But not that day. Not only did it finish early, a feat in itself, but Mammon was allowed to witness you in all golden glory. “I was gonna, yeah, but we finished early so i’m able to come and celebrate ya.”

He felt your hand before he properly realised you had moved to stand right beside him. Your touch was feathery, slowly running across his back to tug on the belt loop along his hip. The fire beneath his skin was red hot, your touch was the ice he needed to cool down. A shudder ran down Mammon’s spine as you leaned into him, he felt the fire rise on his cheeks at the stance. So blatant, so obvious, it showed that he was dangled on your arm. Him. No one else.

“But,” you sighed and finished your demonus with a low gaze on the floor. One of the fingers you had caught around his belt loop reached for his hand, linking his finger to yours. His lips were sealed tight as the blushed tortured his physique, “it is a shame but I need to steal Mammon for the night. You won’t mind if we leave a bit early, right?”

Diavolo waved off your worry with a hearty grin, moving with your lie though Mammon (and he was sure you as well) knew that he caught your lie easily. “So long as you come over for afternoon tea with Barbatos and I this week, it will be fine.”

“Of course,” you grinned with a wickedness he could only compared to Satan, though that in itself was like a cat. Your chest pressed into his arm as your grin only grew further. “Should I bring over some cakes?”

It was Barbatos who answered the question; with only a simple shake of his head. “That is unnecessary. I will make sure to prepare both yours and the Young Lord’s favourites for our tea.”

“Delightful! I’ll see you both then,” you bid them both a sweet goodbye with a wave of your fingers. Mammon felt himself stuck in a frozen manner as you pulled him away to the door of the castle. All he could register was the cooling touch of your hand holding his own and the sparkling treasure gracing your body.

Mammon was not one for sharing. He never shared his favourite meals. He never shared his time with you. And he certainly did not share his possessions. The gold bars he kept hidden in his safe, the necklaces and bracelets he never intended to wear and Goldie herself were only meant for him. Yet, he needed to see you dressed in his finest possessions.

It sounded glorious. His bed covered in cash and jewels, with his most important treasure laid in the centre, covered in the jewellery he hoarded and nothing else. Just waiting for him to touch. Begging for him. Needing him.

Your visage for the night’s gala was just a little treat for the reality of his dream.

“Where are ya takin’ me?” He tugged on your joined hands in resistance and grimaced as the collar of his suit choked on him. Mammon wanted nothing more than to follow your every step, but his own attitude had to intervene. The door of the castle opened and granted Mammon a warm breeze through the Devildom night. The moons were tall in the dark sky, shining bright enough to make your jewellery glitter.  “Lucifer is gonna punish us. Nah, he is gonna punish me and then say I took ya myself.”

You giggled and he felt his tongue tie together. He loved that noise, more than when the slots would make that fantastic winning chime. “I just had a thought,” you stopped walking and turned around to smile at him. His hand was still caught in yours, and you pulled him in so that your chest pressed together. “Everyone is with Diavolo, so we have the house to ourselves…”

Evil temptress. You were pure evil! Mammon groaned and hid behind his free hand, the blush burning red on his cheeks. “You can’t say that kinda stuff,” he whined into his palm, and your resounding giggle only made him whine louder. It was wicked and you knew it! Maybe you really were part succubi. “It’ll gimme ideas.”

You moved his hand from his face, lips dangerously close to touching him. Mammon was frozen once again. Does he do it. Does he grant himself the kiss he had dreamed of? He needed it, more than he needed the newest 666 Lexura (on Lucifer’s dime) but he couldn’t if you weren’t wanting it. Mammon would wait for an eternity for you. “And if I want you to have those ideas?”

From then on, it was Mammon who led you to the House of Lamentation. The searing burn of his skin was nothing to the icy touch you offered, he needed it all over his body. Your hand was tightly gripped in the veiny grasp of his fist, but you no made no cries.

There was only gleeful laughter as you ran along beside him. Mammon didn’t allow himself the pleasure of moaning over your beautiful laugh, not when he knew what was awaiting him inside the large doors it the house. As much as he did love your laugh, he was just dying to hear your moans instead.

“I don’t think I’ve seen you look so determined,” you whispered it into his ears as he fumbled with the handles of the front door. Stupid faulty lock. Stupid prank from Belphegor to annoy Lucifer. Your lips were inches from his ear, more teasing speech sounding like the song of sirens to lure him in, “want me that bad?”

No speaking. If he spoke Mammon knew he would mess everything up and wake up from the dream he had to have been having. Instead he successfully pushed the front door open and whisked you away to his bedroom. Where you belonged.

It all just felt so right having you inside his space. Your scent has gotten so faint over the days it had been since your movie night together. The aura you held, so mischevious in its purity, tainted by his pact. He could see the black blemish along your soul all around you, burned by the mark along your sternum.

And yet, it just fuelled him so much more. It was all his. You were his. You were dressed up all for him, ready to be coated in his treasure, and smiling at him in wait for his next step. You stood in front of his bed, fingers trailing down the golden dress you tortured him with. It would be so easy to push you back onto the mattress and ravage you as he had desired for far too long.

Mammon was sure that his breathing was ragged and shallow, he must have resembled a monster. His hair was messed from his own awkward hands as he tried to stay calm and the tingling of his wings still taunted his back in wait. One more step and the control over himself would combust.

He was always weak when it came to you.

“Mammon,” you whispered his name like it were a crime. So soft spoken, not wanting to break the bubble. Your mischief, the teasing, it had gone. All that stood left before him was the radiating greed from your form, drowning his mind in the finest of liquor, “I need you.”

Snap . He heard the crack of his wings hitting the air before Mammon properly felt them extend from his back. They tore through the suit he wore as he pounced on you, your back falling to the mattress under his body.

You were so small. He was not the largest demon, but there was something in the sheer difference in your frames. Your face was cast in his shadow, your alluring eyes large as you stared up at him. There was no fear when his claw tore through the front of your dress.

Instead, there was a bright smile, the one he loved, when you realised what he was doing. “Yours, Mammon,” your hands found his hair and the horns protruding from them, pushing your chest closer to his face. The torn gold along your chest had revealed your glorious body to him, but most importantly, the mark that made you his.

“Mine,” the word was like a growl on his tongue as he watched the mark. It glowed in his presence, even more of the glorious gold that he loved. “Had to watch ya be shown off. I felt sick watchin’ but I couldn’t look away from ya, Treasure.”

You lifted a leg around his hips to press yourself against his erection. Mammon felt his cheeks go red from the shame but your shaky moan at the touch melted it away. His greedy little human, it felt amazing to know he was not the only one desperate. “Did I look pretty for you?”

“So so pretty,” he pushed up the skirt of your dress, letting the long material bunch at your waist. He wouldn’t let you take it off, maybe not for a long time. His colour was just too beautiful on you. “Gonna need you to wear this every day.”

You shuddered against him as Mammon ran a long finger along your cunt. No underwear. He had always heard Asmo talk about how you couldn’t wear panties with some clothes, but he just thought it was a lie. And yet, you were on display for him just like that. “That may be hard since you tore the front,”

“Ain’t no one else seeing you in this.” No. No, he couldn’t be having that. Even if you were in an outfit that covered all your skin under hundreds of layers, Mammon would still prefer it for his eyes alone. The wet heat on his fingers made his head spin in horny glee, the sweet smell of you making his eyes roll. “Just for me from now on. Got it? Me.”

You pushed against his seeking hand, rubbing more of your slick onto his palm. His erection throbbed in his pants. He needed to feel you. Feel all of you. “I sound like a doll then.”

His wings flapped and Mammon bit his lip. Doll. That worked. He rather liked it. “My doll, though, not my brothers,” he dug his head into the crook of your neck. Your smell was so strong, it streamed from every pore in your skin, he felt intoxicated. The growing lust, the overwhelming greed, even the licks of pride that often made his face scrunch were delicious from you. “Need ya really bad, human.”

You stroked his hair and rolled your hips against him. “Then, have me,”

The soft words had spurred action within you both. Mammon had gone into his back while you adjusted yourself to straddle him, his erection flush against his toned chest and leanings beads of white. Your eyes never strayed from his dick, he felt like glowing under your approving gaze.

“You have piercings?” Mammon nodded with a smirk, shining from the wetness he could feel growing on his thighs. You liked it. He should have known you would.

Your hand gently went to grasp his cock, thumb running along the golden piercing beneath the head. His moaned through his teeth at your curious touch. You did it again, gauging his reaction and milking another bead of precum from his slit.

Mammon noticed the bite of your lip, the slow grinding of your hips and the flooding lust in the air. He wanted to show off for you, tease you, and simultaneously ask if you wanted him to get more. “I really like it,” you eventually said, rubbing your palm against him as you lifted yourself into the air.

He dug his fingers into the mattress beneath him. It was happening. The thing he had craved. Something Mammon would have sold all his belongings for. You. He got to have you!

You aligned his dick with your entrance, whimpering as he entered. Your golden dress had fallen down and hid the act from his eyes, which may be a good thing because Mammon knew he would never be able to tear his eyes from it. He groaned as you slid down the shaft, taking more and more of him in such a slow movement that it felt torturous.

Until, he was completely in you, pushing you and stretching you out. He could feel your cunt tight and warm around him, throbbing in need for only his touch. Your face was scrunched in desire as your lip wobbled. His little human. All full.

“Doing so well, Treasure,” he moaned the praise into the air, his hand right on your hip. The glow of his pact mark fuelled the flames inside his body, only triumphed as your tits slipped from the torn dress. Mammon couldn’t help himself. “My human. Lookin’ all pretty for me,” he continued to whispered all the praise he had ever thought of when it came to you, moving himself up and closer to your chest.

When his mouth kissed the skin around your breast, your body shook as you moaned. He graced his fangs to see your reaction — it was just as needy as the last. You began to move on his dick, bouncing up and down while you pulled on his hair.

More marks. He wanted to leave enough marks on you that no one would dare go near you. Mammon squeezed his hand in your waist as he bit gently on your chest, and to his surprise you giggled through your shaky moan. “Am I your property now, Mammon?”

“Not property,” he was quick to dismiss that. You were his, but not an object. You were his favourite treasure, someone to worship. “You’re mine though. Don’t ya forget that or else.”

Your movements were that of a succubi. You’d managed to get him nice and deep inside you, threatening his control over just filling you up with his cum each time, then pulling him out so just his tip would kiss your opening.

And yet, your face was angelic and oh so sweet. Mammon was enamoured. “I won’t ever forget,” he couldn’t help but nuzzle into your neck again. It felt so safe. Mammon kissed your neck as he moved his other hand to your hip, moving your body with your bouncing, adding just the slightest bit more speed.

His favourite doll. His sapphire and his gold. His.

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Cinderella (Obey Me Edition) Part 2

Part 1: Link, Part 3: Link

Just as the stranger promised, the teapot carriage brought you to the steps of a gorgeous palace you'd never seen in your life.

Each tentative step led to a brand new world. You could feel your hesitations. This was not your world. The castle and the magic and brilliance of it all. Yet your heart demanded for more.

Within the castle was a glittering golden ballroom with crystal chandeliers and vibrant red curtains along the windows. Hundreds of ladies, gentlemen, and those in between gathered in their silk and satin to dance the night away.

Gorgeous roses with every color decorated the pillars while a massive banquet table stood around the corners of the room. Just as you stepped through the massive crowd of people, a massive man with dark red hair and golden eyes stood with a familiar face by his side. It was that stranger from before!

"I have an announcement!" The handsome man with dark red hair shouted.

The room fell silent.

"Thank you. Now, everyone here knows that there will be two humans and two angels attending this seven day masquerade." The man said. "But only my faithful butler Barbatos knows who they are. So please, treat every guest here like a friend."

The crowd murmured and gossiped the moment the man was gone. The words struck you as odd, since everyone in the ballroom looked somewhat human, even if they had unique costumes. Deciding to pay it no mind, you went off to enjoy yourself.

But before you could get far.

"Yo! Gimmi a dance!" A smiling face interrupted your thoughts.

Without giving you a chance to respond, you were whisked off to the dance floor. Your dancenapper was a young man with white hair, dark skin, blue and golden eyes. His eyes were scattered about, like he was trying to avoid someone.

"Who are you running from?" You ask.

"Nobody! It's none of your business," Your dance partner insisted.

"Can I at least know your name?"

Finally he looked at you. He paused for a moment, like he was the one suddenly caught off guard. After staring at you for a few moments, he recollected himself.

"I'm the Great Mammon, Avatar of Greed and most powerful demon around. I want all your money!" He declared with an impish grin.

"Do you want my money during the dance or after?" You couldn't help but shoot back with a smile.

"A-after!"

This Mammon fellow clearly didn't expect for you to have such a sharp tongue. The two of you finally began dancing properly instead of that awkward swaying from the beginning. You couldn't help but notice during the dance he kept looking around, as though searching for an exit. Whether it was out of curiosity or genuine trying to help, you began guiding the dance to what looked to be exits to the garden.

"Hey what gives?!" Mammon exclaimed.

"There's two glass doors leading to the garden," You say in a quiet voice to him, "You can leave through those."

The shock on his face lingered as he realized you were genuinely trying to help him. In a matter of carefully placed steps, you managed to slip him right out of the door without anybody noticing. With a backwards glance, Mammon mouthed a small thanks to you before running off into the garden. You smiled and were about to return to the dance floor when.... you realized one of your golden bracelets was missing. That jerk!

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That snickering jerk jumped through the gardens, making his getaway from Lucifer and the poor dumbass he danced with. After he was sure the coast was clear, he reached out to have a look at all the jewelry he pickpocketed during the ball. Crystal earrings, sapphire rings and even a diamond or two! Goldie would never be dry again!

He paused at the sight of the golden bracelet. It was just a stupid bracelet....

Despite himself he pocketed it.

"HEY! That's my bracelet!"

Shit. Just as Mammon was about to escape you, he turned the corner and saw Lucifer searching the garden for him. Anybody was better than Lucifer! So he dashed to you and picked you up, tossing you over his shoulder as he flew into the air, trying to escape Lucifer's sights.

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The wind blew through your ears and the sound of flapping bat-like wings were all you could focus on. Below you the ground was so far away while the endless sky called to you silently. If only you had wings instead of this thief! He finally put you down on the balcony of the castle, checking to see if his pursuer had caught him.

"Where are we? What's going on? Why-"

His hand cupped over your mouth as he quickly tried to figure out where Lucifer was. After a while, he finally let go, letting out a sigh of relief. Which was when you hit him with whatever accessories the fairy butler deigned to give you.

"Woah! Hey! Wait a minute!"

You didn't even let him have a moment's piece until he held the bracelet back out to you.

"Here! This is what you wanted right?"

Seeing the golden offering, you took it but gave him a suspicious stare.

"Hey... tell you what. How bout instead of going to Lucifer on me, we go treasure hunting?" Mammon insisted, a bit desperately.

Though you had no idea who this Lucifer was, you knew when to play along.

"I'm listening." You say.

Greed lit up Mammon's eyes as he pulled out a map of the castle. The two of you were off on your little treasure hunting adventure. At times Mammon even called you his assistant. He seemed to genuinely like this hunting for treasure stuff. It wasn't bad for you either, since you got to see the darkest and craziest parts of the strange magical castle.

Most of it at the end was in a strange dungeon labyrinth with a terrifying snake.... but you still survived and managed to have fun. The two of you were laughing as you escaped the dungeon. The treasure turned out to be an old book but Mammon said he'd be able to pawn it off somewhere. The two of you made it back to the main hall that would lead to the ballroom.

"Hey so um.... are you coming tomorrow?" Mammon asked, looking away from you with a sheepish expression.

"Yes. Why?" You ask.

"N-no reason," He insisted, "But you better not change your mind. Got it? You're my treasure hunting partner. Kay?!"

You nodded with a smile. Your eyes glanced up to the clock and you realized you had exactly fifteen minutes to get out of there. It was almost midnight.

"See you tomorrow!" You say quickly as you dash out of the hall.

"Hey! Wait a minute!"

Mammon held out his hand for you but you had already slipped in between the other dancers at the ball. Even when he looked for you, there wasn't a trace left. Who were they? That was the only question on his mind as he looked around. At least... until he heard that familiar sound.

"MAMMMOOOOONNN!"

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[randomarttalent]

Apple family redesigns + Family tree

Original posts, info and links down below Keep reading

Apple "Jacqueline" Jack + Rainbow Dash

Apple "Jacqueline" Jack I've added some extra colors to her mane, as I think the design could be pushed further without making her unrecognizable. The extra features I have added are also to make her design more interesting, as well as a call back to her work at the farm. 

I wanted her design to look feminine but also masculine, as that is something I feel fits her character. 

Rainbow Dash Dash's whole color pallet has turned more dark and grey, as this is just a personal taste of mine. Her body features have turned sharp, as a way to show her speed and as a pegasus body type.

She still works for the Wonderbolts as a captain, her badge shows this. Dash is still very adventurous and bold, pushing herself further than she probably should.

Big McIntosh + Sugar "Cube" Bell

Big McIntosh I've darkened his whole pallet, as I wanted him to contras his siblings. I personally also like the fan canon that he's either trans/a drag queen, which he is here in All Love No War AU. So once all the work is done, Big Mac can let his more feminine colors out, which his wife very much supports. She gets to make him pretty and make him feel like his true self.

Sugar "Cube" Bell I've greyed her whole pallet and made her figure more long, as that's the way I draw unicorns. I've shortened her hair and let it loose, as I think it would change with time and all the kids she's had. Plus her working now at the farm and long hair would get stuck on a lot of things. Both are happily married and have been for years now. They have learned to work around their faults and love each other deeply and never would pick another.

Tender Taps + Apple Bloom

Tender Taps Taps is still a dancer but he's now become a backstage dancer. Working with ponies such as Sweetie Bellè, Coloratura "Colorful" and even Songbird Serenade. After passing his exam he was recruited by Sapphire Shores personally and has worked under her ever since.

His whole pallet has been darkened and his markings are very sharp and frame his face. His mane is pretty much the same, it's just become darker and an extra line has been added. For his cutie mark, I've added a bowtie and some sparking but I didn't add much, as I felt it already fit him. The outfit he has on is for the next show, where the theme is more rock.

Apple Bloom Bloom has grown much in height, towering over everyone except her big brother Mac. She still works at the School of Friendship, teaching biology and about cutie marks with (Scootaloo) Speedy Scoot-"aloo".

I made her whole pallet warmer and all of her accessories soft in color. So even though she is extremely tall, she still feels welcoming and like a friend. I've added more color to her mane, making a gradient from a darker red to a pinkish one. Her cutie maker is now more about her talent than just the Cutie Mark Crusaders, the heart in the middle is what ties them together. After Goldie Delicious's passing, she decided to wear her shawl, in memory of her.

[help-an-alter]

Hi first off this blog is awesome and I think this is such a cool idea. Secondly we just found out about a new subsystem of fragments and we need some help with their names and such.

It’s a Kpop/Idol group each one based on different colours of the rainbow. (Including light and dark of each colour) would it be okay to ask this all in the one ask or would you prefer separate asks for each? They’re still undecided on gender so any for names and pronouns would be fine.

Sorry if this is a lot.

Also could we claim 📼🌌 if possible?

Hi anon ! mod firefly here ,, you can totally claim that :3 thanks for giving the blog compliments !!! We'll separate it by the colours !

names ,,,

Red themed ,,

Rouge , Red , Scarlett / Scarlet , Poppy , Rory , Reed , Ruby , Flynn , Garnet , Jasper , Opal , Rhodonite , Carnelian , Flame , Fire / Fyre , Blaze / Blaise , Poppy

Orange themed ,,

Topaz , Opal , Amber / Ambre , Clementine , Coral , Saffron , Alani , Ginger , Blaine , Ember / Embre , Peaches , Nerenxa , Aurelia , Blaine , Azahaur , Cyrus , Garfield , Daisy

Yellow themed ,,

Helio / Helios , Sol , Apollo , Xanthe , Marigold , Citrine , Elio , Casper , Sunny / Sunney / Sunni / Sunnie , Flavia , Goldie , Gildie , Gilderoy , Sunday , Erica / Erika , Aura , Zahava , Ziva / Ziv , Apolline / Apollina , Eleanor , Dahlia / Dalia , Zinnia / Zinnie , Camille / Camylle / Camyle / Cam , Clara

Green themed ,,

Shiloh , ShamRock / ShamRoc / ShamRok , Laurel , Em / Emerald , Ivy , Midori , Myrthe , Meadow , Thyme , Spring , Celadon , Hunter / Huntre , Kelly / Kelli / Kelley , Ciara

Blue themed ,,

Emily , Azure , Seafoam , Blu , Marina , River / Rivre , Cyan , Sapphire , Indigo , Marlais , Carolina , Iris , Maya , Capri , Marian / Maryan , Yves , Sini

Purple themed ,,

Cecil / Cecilia / Cecyl / Cecylia / Cecylya , Violet , Prince / Prynce , Rain , King , Heath , Heather , Martin / Martyn , Dexter , Gefen / Gefyn , Gethen / Gethyn , Jacinto , Vincio , Vincius / Vincyus / Vyncius / Vyncyus , Jasper / Jaspre , Harold , Harry / Harri , Harriet / Harryet / Harriett / Harryett / Hariette / Harryette , Louis , George , Leroy , Roye / Roy , Rex / Rexx / Rexe / Rexxe , Rey / Ray / Reye / Raye / Reyes / Rayes , Indigo / Indygo , Indi / Indy , Indiana , Lavendar / Lavender , Vander / Vender , Evander / Evandyr / Evender / Evendyr , Perry / Perri , Periwinkle / Periwynkle , Mage / Mayge , Magenta / Magynta , Jack / Jac , Jacaranda , Pru , Prunella

Pink themed ,,

Rose , Roisin , Rosa , Rosalind / Rosalynd , Rosalina / Rosalyna , Rosalynne / Rosalynn / Rosalyn / Rosalinne / Rosalinn / Rosalin , Barbie / Barbye / Barbara , Ken , Adrienne / Adryenne , Penelope , Cordelia , Coral , Elle , Woody / Woodi / Woodey / Woodie , Priscilla / Priscylla / Pryscilla / Pryscylla , Cadillac / Cadyllac ,

Pronouns ,,,

Red themed ,,

red/reds , cer/ise , cer/cerise , crim/son , crim/crimson , scar/let , scar/scarlet , burg/burgundy , burg/undy , fi/fire , py/pyro ,

Orange themed ,,

or/ange , orange/oranges , sun/rise , sunrise/sunrises , mari/gold , mari/marigold , aura/auras

Yellow themed ,,

yell/ow , yell/yellow , yellow/yellows , sun/rise , sunrise/sunrises , mari/gold , mari/marigold , au/ra , aura/auras , sun/flower , sunflower/sunflowers , fi/fire , pyr/pyro , sun/suns , sun/shine , suns/sunshine , sunshine/sunshines , sun/sunshine , bri/bright

Green themed ,,

gree/green , green/greens , li/lime , sprout/sprouts , plant/planty , grow/grows , tree/trees , for/est , forest/forests

Blue themed ,,

blu/blue , blue/blues , teal/teals , cy/an , cy/cyans , rain/rainy , snow/snows , ice/ices , sky/blue , sky/skies ,

Purple themed ,,

ind/igo , indigo / indigos , pur/ple , purp/le , purple/purples , pur/purp , vio/let , vio/violet , violet/violets , lil/ac , li/lac , lila/lilac , lilac/lilacs , orch/orchid , orchid/orchids , lav/endar , lav/ender , lavendar/lavendars , lavender/lavenders

Pink themed ,,

pink/pinks , tul/ip , tulip/tulips , ro/rose , rose/roses , pea/peach , peach/peaches , sal/mon , sal/salmon , salmon/salmons , carn/ation , carnation/carnations

I hope these help all of them !! :3

[quitealotofsodapop]

Song reaction was kinda interesting. Hm... Just a thought in Steven Universe was great to see how the Wukongverse thinks of it

OOOF

"Here Comes a Thought" is such a good song and scene that I ended up thinking about the different Wukongs put into that scenario of having to examine their personal flaws/demons in a mindscape. Ofc with their thoughts and memories manifesting as butterflies.

The one singing Garnet's parts is def LMK!Sandy (with the other Sha Wujings backing him up), with the chorus from the different Wukongs.

LMK: Gets really quiet. Like suspisciously so. The others go to shake him, only for a bottled storm of emotions and butterflies to pour from his body like a waterfall. Each one a moment where he lost his temper, a good friend, lost Macaque... He's lived a long life full of regrets. Soon only a recent memory of Macaque, smiling warmly at him, calms the storm.

HeroIsBack: Ignores the thoughts fluttering around him... until they start to swarm. He frantically tries to pluck them away, almost ripping into the swarm. A memory of Liuer appears; the moment where the sage yelled at the kid, and when Liuer cried and ran away. SWK weakly reaches to try and retrieve the vision, only for it to pass between his fingers. He only rises once more when he shows his tears, another memory of Liuer walking up to embrace him.

Reborn: Smashes the single thought-butterfly that manifests, only for it to bleed upwards into a fountain of many more. He's drowning in them. He reaches out a hand and grasps. The hand that pulls him from the storm turns out to be a memory of his fellow pilgrims. A tiny thought-butterfly lands in his palm, a familar tilt of the head making Reborn smile sadly. He brings it to touch his forehead.

Netflix: Looks around confused in his minescape. There's nothing there. No one is there. Except for a butterfly/thought that refuses to let him examine it, always flying out of reach. He jumps and yells for it, but gets no where. As the song progresses, Netflix finally pauses and breathes deepily. Holding out his hand, the thought finally landing and showing the memory of his last meeting with Lin. He smiles and lets the thought linger before it flies away.

NewGods: Flicks a thought-butterfly away like a cigarette. It returns, but does't grow any larger. He sighs and lets it sit on his shoulder peacefully. He turns and his back is covered in tiny thoughts just chilling. He shrugs and the smaller ones dissolve. He's ok to let them rest.

2000sCartoon: He laughes. His thoughts are a single flurry of butterflies that fly past him like migrating monarchs. He waves them goodbye and goes to tend to the SWKs not doing so well. A memory lingers on his head like a halo.

Meihouwang: Almost shot-for-short Ruby and Sapphire, just replaced with Shihou and a memory of Mihou. The smaller monkey gets so worked up by one large thought that he nearly forgets that his Mihou has greater issues. He collides with the memory of Mihou at the end, hugging it tightly.

Smash!: "Oh no! Don't you go pulling a Steven Universe on me! I'm leaving!" *gets swarmed by thought-butterflies* "Darn it." Is very self-aware of the situation being played out. Keeps ignoring his thoughts, even as they begin to multiply and pelt him like stones. He soon snaps and screams at them, only to turn and see a memory of him snapping at his friends in anger. He goes quiet. A memory of Goldie appears and lays her head on his shoulders comfortingly.

As for the song itself, I feel like most of the SWKs be like "Cute song." but not think much of it. Except Meihouwang!Shihou who starts singing it to himself and Mihou. Shihou gets worried when the white-furred monkey starts weeping, telling him it's a beautiful message. Netflix!SWK seems quiet, but closer inspection would reveal cathartic tears.

[gaylordsmansion]

ive beaten gen 3 games before but this one is different. this is my childhood sapphire version that i lost all the way back in 2005. i was completely devastated when i lost this uniquely "marked" cartridge. to this day i still remember the very last place i saw it before i lost it.

what do i mean by "uniquely marked"?

one afternoon when i was sleeping over at my friend's house, i reached the seafloor cavern for the first time and couldnt figure out this part.

i got so immensely frustrated with it that i tossed the gameboy at my friend's chimney, the cartridge went flying out of the gameboy, and while everything still worked fine, it cracked the cartridge. this made it unmistakably mine if i ever encountered it again, though.

WHICH OF COURSE I DID. that picture up there is a cropped version of a big photo of cartridge games my cousin ended up discovering in his mom's storage. when i told him the story above, he was shocked and arranged for the cart to be sent to me. by this time, i was living in texas, he was in reno, and his mom's storage was in vegas.

in 2016, over ten years after i lost my sapphire version, my dad was vising his sister at a family gathering, and this was our chance. my cousin handed the cart off to my dad so he could bring it back to me. i knew by now there was no way my original data would still be there. that was fine with me. i just wanted my original cart back. in fact, in 2012, i tried to re-buy a different sapphire cart, but ended up sending it back to the seller because it was counterfeit. it was a sign, lol

when i got my sapphire version back, it was pokémon day 2016. pokémon's big 20th. and i had my sapphire version back. to this day it still feels like a fever dream.

of course, with starting gen 3 from the beginning again, this meant i had one important thing to do all over again. see, sapphire is the game where i found my first shiny. my first encounter on route 114 was a shiny swablu, that i ended up naming after the animal crossing character goldie. my first ever shiny.

i wasn't going to just accept that i no longer have my first shiny, so as soon as i reached that route, i prepared my materials: the white flute from the glass workshop. an illuminate starmie at level 17. lots of repels and premier balls. a swalot with yawn. and was prepared to camp on that route for weeks until i encountered my first shiny again.

in under two hours. first premier ball. it actually felt like goldie found me and came back home.

[better pic from box rs]

OH AND GUESS WHAT FUCKING HAPPENED TO ME AGAIN ONLY A COUPLE MINUTES AFTER BEATING THE E4 @kafus HOPE YOU'RE OKAY WITH ME TAGGING U ABOUT THIS LMFAO

[solaredarisen]

I played Gem Galaxies and I got a sudden inspiration to make a Sardonyx-coded Sapphire

I only nicknamed her Goldie for the time being

Base used by Cookiecat1384 on DA

[sorta-adultish-momma]

The First Pact

Paring: Mammon x GN!MC.

Summary: Levi's plan felt a little... what's the word? Scummy. And MC knows what it's like to feel cornered, to feel like the demons are closing in on you just for being yourself. So if they were getting this pact, it'd be on their terms.

Warnings: MC is gender-neutral and AFAB; breasts are mentioned; there is slight gore; demonic aggression; human lives are threatened; Levi lets a little of his pervy side out.

“It’d make him?” the human asked, hand curling just a little bit tighter around the plastic card in their hand. Something about that concept just… didn’t sit well with them. “What exactly does that mean?”

“Exactly what it sounds like,” Leviathan exclaimed, practically vibrating in his smug ‘checkmate’ status over his brother. “No matter how much he might wish to resist, he’d be forced to follow his master’s orders. He’d be strung along like a puppet while gathering all the money he owes me. Oh man, this is going to be fantastic!”

MC watched the elder demon before them, supposedly one of the strongest beings in this realm, and watched the resignation bleed into blue eyes. They watched as the line of his shoulders tightened, the tension of waiting for the guillotine to drop. They watched as that same tight line of his shoulders sagged, the heavy weight of anxiety and reservation pulling him down.

Leviathan continued to daydream and ramble, a background noise of exploitation of their pact. A pact that they already feel a territorial defense of, possessiveness of a non-existent claim curling around their heart. They don't want to analyze that, don’t want to introspect on themself, not with Leviathan’s own possessive lilt hanging in the air. So they analyze the fuming demon before them, still supplicating himself on his knees. MC tracks the way blue eyes steadily darken, hardening to sapphires, gold flecks vanishing. MC tracks his own stare, the way he hasn’t taken his eyes off the card in their hands since he spotted it. How even when pleading to Leviathan he never looked away, reminding them of a bird of prey honed in on its next meal. MC tracks how energy is humming in the room, manifesting in twitches and fidgets along his arms, fingers itching to possess, to claim, to hoard.

They don't even realize they've drawn ‘Goldie’ closer until his eyes snap up to meet their own and they find themself drowning in molten gold.

“Why are you letting him manipulate you like this,” the white-haired man growled. The consonants and vowels of his words tumbled past his lips, grating along his throat and his teeth before they fell on their ears. His voice echoed with aggression and disdain, clearly vexed by the events of the evening. Assumedly vexed by them. Yet, he did not take out that hostility on them, despite the ease he could have. It’s not like Leviathan would have stopped him, it’s not like they could’ve stopped him, it’s not like anyone would really mourn them, it’s not like anyone truly thought they'd survive the first week of this fucked up experiment.

And yet, and yet… all Mammon did was glare at them with those glinting, golden eyes.

“You’re the Avatar of Greed, right?” MC asked slowly. They were shifting, glacially, imperceptibly closer to Mammon. It was almost magnetic, his pull, their drawl. There was a subtle desire in the back of their mind that was urging them to continue their analysis just that extra one, two, five inches closer to the primordial being. But they weren't the only one being drawn into an orbit. With every syllable that drips like honey from their lips, there is another shift from the elder demon, another centimeter bringing him closer to the human. MC dimly registers somewhere in the recesses of their head that the draw to him is probably a predatory instinct on his part. They're vaguely aware enough of it enough to question what his excuse is for being drawn to them.

His lips curl in a snarl, something almost defensive tainting the corners of his lips and dripping from his canines. “Yeah, that’s me, the Great Mammon, the Avatar of Greed.”

“Then money’s your thing, right? Excessive material goods, shiny new toys, collecting and hoarding for the sake of just having,” their voice is light and airy, open curiosity apparent in the cadence of their lilting accent. They have captured both of the demons' attention now, Leviathan narrowing his eyes on their retreating figure as they continue their line of questioning. “A never-ending craving, that’s your whole shtick?”

MC finds themself some measly feet away from the older Avatar. Well within striking distance (they are aware that the whole kitchen is ‘striking distance’ for both of them).

“What do you want, human?” The words are poisonous, bright and flashy venom he makes no attempt to disguise. Instinctively, they know their body recognizes a threat and knows their heart is racing as it pumps adrenaline through their system. But they've always been stubborn, and as much as their body wants to survive, they want to make something clear. The need to demonstrate something intrinsic about themself is overwhelming. And if one of the demons in the room kills them because of this, at least they went out on their terms.

They hold the card out to Mammon.

Nobody reaches for it.

So they extend their arm the slightest bit farther, loosening their grip just the slightest bit more. “Here. No strings, no pact necessary.”

The reaction is explosive. Mammon snatches the card from their hand, moving so quickly they are barely able to comprehend the motion. Leviathan screeches, hands slamming the island between him and the human. His form flickers, fraying at the edges as indignation physically coalesces around him. His vitriolic, vermillion eyes were snapping between them and his brother, assessing, calculating, strategizing. They settle on the human.

“What do you think you’re doing?” His voice faintly echoes, like the subtle reverb of waves crashing in a seaside cavern. The words crawl out of a mouth with teeth a little too long to pass as human anymore. It’s intimidating.

MC stares down Leviathan, shoulders rolled back and their chin lifted in proud defiance. It is the same way they stared down that demon that was intent on harassing them on the walk to the dorm this afternoon, thinking he’d found an easy target without a brother by their side. It is the same way they stared down their professor in their Demonology 101 class, attempting to make an example of humanity’s inferiority using them. It is the same way they stared down motherfucking Lucifer Morningstar himself, daring to tell him ‘no’ a mere hour into their new life in the Devildom.

Leviathan might be intimidating, but they have a fucking point to prove.

“I’m not going to manipulate someone into forming a pact with me. End of.”

“You think you have a choice?” His eyes have slitted, claws gouging the countertop. “You think a disgusting normie gets to make decisions? You don’t know your place. When I say ‘fetch’, you fetch. When I say ‘give me that’, you fork it over. When I say ‘wear a maid costume’, you say ‘yes, Master’. When I say ‘drown’, you choke on seawater. And when I tell you to make a pact with Mammon, you make the fucking pact.”

His shadow curls throughout the room, snaking its way around their own. His voice had deepened, the echoing quality magnifying, tidal waves beating against a cliffside. His voice slithered into their mind, coiling around their thoughts and dragging them down. And yet, and yet…

“Get used to disappointment Leviathan,” MC responds. Calm, collected, unfazed.

The Avatar of Envy lunges.

A hand grabs their wrist, nails pricking at the sensitive skin like talons snagging on wool, and the world blurs as they are pulled, yanked, catapulted into a hard chest. A crashing, snarling, howling sound comes from the place they just stood. A hand is placed on their sternum, steadying them along with the arm wrapped so tightly around their waist. MC opens their mouth, ready to protest, to demand, to bite an explanation out of the demon holding them, but that is not what happens.

What happens is MC bites their own tongue, blood pooling, the coppery taste is invasive on their taste buds. Their jaw seizes, clamping down the scream building up. They have too much survival instinct, too much common sense, too much pride. Too much of everything coursing through them to allow themself to show fear in the face of the demon whose fingers have curled into their flesh. His nails - no, his talons - pierce their skin enough to bleed. The blood drips down them, spilling from their wound and from their mouth, painting their torso with it. MC's eyes are wide and panicked, locked on Mammon’s that burn brighter with every rumbling growl that slips past his lips.

Soon it is not just his eyes burning, something shiny catching in their peripheral. They try to look, try to turn their gaze onto something new, but are unable to pull away from the gold pooling behind strands of white hair. Their chest is still bleeding around his claws, but what once was dark, mesmerizing crimson is becoming viscous precious metal. It chugs through their veins, taking time to reach every cell, every atom of their mortal flesh with its molten heat.

Right when they think they’ll have to swallow their pride and whimper a plea of mercy, the gold in their veins rapidly pulls back, collecting and pooling in their left pectoral. Shapes paint themselves in a frenzy in the area directly above their heart, spanning from the bottom of their breast to their collarbone, from their sternum to their underarm. They can not understand them, can not even look at them trapped as they are in the second-eldest’s stare, but they know the gold tattooing itself into their skin, into their muscles and sinew, into their very soul. They know the sigils spell out a claim for every living thing in all the realms that they belong to the Avatar of Greed himself.

Finally, Mammon releases them, hand retracting after a soft pat over the area he’d been carving himself into, eyes drifting down their frame to take in the mark for himself. MC takes a moment to breathe, to recalibrate, to reassess the situation. They notice that they are pressed up against the wall, Mammon’s lanky frame crowding them (shielding them). With his attention diverted, they are able to see Leviathan hovering in the wake of his destruction, considerably calmer but still glaring at them. Though his obvious annoyance is not enough to stop him from trying to see around his brother to see the pact mark for himself.

Speaking of, MC finally has the wherewithal to take a look at the damage done to them, softly gasping at what they see. First, where they know there should be deep gashes from Mammon’s attack on their chest, they find wounds stitching themselves back together, not even leaving behind a scar. Second, the glittering shapes inked into their skin are captivating. The mark is massive, with symbols and glyphs and demonic lettering radiating out from a central focal point. With how low that focal point is in the overarching design of the mark (directly in front of their heart), the overall design reminds them of a rising sun. Mammon is tracing a specific line of letters near the center, and it is absolutely fascinating how there is no raised or irritated skin. It’s almost like a birthmark, an intrinsic part of themself that has always been there, despite its recent origins.

Leviathan’s soul-escaping screech causes them both to finally pull away from their little bubble. Mammon is instantly crowding them again, pressing them behind him as his hackles rise. MC’s guard is up as well, wiggling their way to the white-haired demon’s side so they can assess any threats for themself. They place a reassuring hand on Mammon’s arm, and something flares up deep within their soul in response.

Leviathan goes even redder once he can fully see MC, slamming his hands over his eyes and dropping into a crouch, curling in on himself until he closer resembles a steaming ball more than an ancient cosmic entity. They cut a glance to Mammon, who has marginally relaxed by now and offers them a classic ‘I’ve got no clue’ shrug. They do not have to wait long for Leviathan to inform them of what exactly was wrong.

“PUT YOUR 3D TIT AWAY!”

MC blinks. They look at Mammon. Mammon blinks. They both look down at MC's chest. Sure as shit, their already baggy and loose shirt was yanked down far enough on their left side that their whole left boob was just… out. One of them must have moved the shirt aside to investigate the mark better. They look back at Mammon. Mammon begins blushing so hard they can feel the heat simmering off of him from here.

Casually, MC fixes their shirt.

“Thanks, by the way”. They were addressing Mammon specifically, but they spoke to the room at large, considering both of the high and mighty demons had turned into blushing maidens and were studiously avoiding looking in their direction. The same powerful demons, mind you, that were just willing to show off their dark prowess and skills to intimidate the human in the room not even thirty or so minutes ago. Yeah, those demons. They continued despite no visual acknowledgment. “You absolutely did not have to do that, but I appreciate it nonetheless.”

Mammon glanced at them, mustering up some of his usual bravado. “Yeah, well, you better be grateful, human. Not every day the Great Mammon deems a mortal worthy of his pact.”

“You made a pact with a witch two months ago for 2,000 grimm.”

“OI!”

The brothers began fighting, wrestling with the intent to pester, not harm, and MC watched. A fond smile found its way onto their face, a warmth suffusing through their system at the chaos of the kitchen. Absent-mindedly, they rubbed their new mark, thinking over the events that just transpired.

What Leviathan had just said, about the witch, something about it stuck with them. Sure, it was a comment meant to showcase what Mammon is willing to sell his pact for, and how frequently those exchanges seem to happen. But… why form a pact with them then? He didn’t take anything from them, they were pretty sure they would feel a claim on their very soul, and it still felt like it belonged to themself. Hmmm, puzzling no doubt, but they were content to let the man keep his secrets.

Be grateful, human.

That’s an order from their demon they think they can follow.

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A never-ending craving, that’s your whole schtick?

No strings, no pact necessary.

I’m not going to manipulate someone into forming a pact with me. End of.

Hours later, those words are still rattling around in his head. It was damn annoying, constantly thinking about what happened in the House of Lamentation kitchen last night. He didn’t want to think about it, didn’t want to think about how their words had dripped like honey through his veins, didn’t want to think about how something deep in him snarled at the idea of Levi hurting them, didn’t want to think about how his soul felt like it settled when his power melted their blood.

If he had thought about it in the moment, he could have argued away his brothers’ taunts at the breakfast table this morning. For every claim of ‘now you’re really stuck with them,’ he’d argue that he could do his job of babysitter better. And he could, hell with the pact he could do his job (or punishment depending on who’s asking) more efficiently through the pact. He’s supposed to protect them, and now he can locate them at a moment’s notice with just a little tug on the ephemeral string tying them together. Honestly, Lucifer should be praising him for taking this assignment so seriously.

He didn’t want to think about how he hadn’t been thinking about it in the moment. He didn’t want to think about how he was running on instinct when he sank his claws into their flesh and began the spell that bound them to him and him to them. He didn’t want to think about how he just gave away his pact, without taking a single thing from them in exchange.

“MC, sweetie, you’re going to rub your skin raw if you keep at it,” Asmo said, jolting both the human and demon out of their thoughts. Mammon glanced over and pointedly ignored the flush building on his face. It’s not like seeing them tracing the letters spelling out his name did anything for him.

He isn’t going to think about the voice in the back of his head purring at the sight. He isn’t going to think about how his sin curls around the pact bound in his soul and whispers ‘mine’.

No, for now, Mammon is just going to take his human by the hand and drag them to R.A.D. He’ll save all that thinking for later.

[thatted1978]

Baddies East Reunion”: A Fiery Reality Show Extravaganza!

Introduction

Reality television enthusiasts, brace yourselves! The much-anticipated reunion special of “Baddies East” is about to hit your screens. Hosted by the indomitable queen of reality TV, Nene Leakes, and alongside the charismatic Janeisha John, this show promises drama, glamour, and jaw-dropping moments. So, grab your popcorn and settle in for a rollercoaster ride with the Baddies!

What Is “Baddies East”?

“Baddies East” is the electrifying fourth season of the hit reality program “Baddies”. This time, the action unfolds across the vibrant East Coast of the United States. Picture a group of fierce, unapologetic women with colorful nicknames navigating their way through life, love, and promotional events. From wild parties to heated confrontations, this show has it all.

The Cast: A Star-Studded Lineup

While the full cast list for the reunion hasn’t been officially released, we’ve got some tantalizing tidbits. Buckle up as we reveal the fierce ladies expected to grace the reunion stage:

Natalie Nunn: The OG Baddie who needs no introduction.

Camilla Poindexter: A force to be reckoned with.

Chrisean “Rock” Malone: Bringing her signature attitude.

Goldie “Rollie” Martin: Expect sparks to fly!

Scotlynd “Scotty” Ryan: A name synonymous with drama.

Mariahlynn Araujo: Love & Hip Hop royalty.

Michele “Siya” Sherman: Sisterhood of Hip Hop alum.

JaKeita “Sky” Days: Former Black Ink Crew star.

Krystal “Smiley” Borrego: Ready to steal the spotlight.

Anyssa “Ahna Mac” Santiago: A fresh face with fire.

Tamera “Tee” Kissen: Confirmed and ready to spill the tea.

Suzanne “Stunna Girl” Brown: Get ready for her entrance.

Victoria “Woah Vicky” Waldrip: Social media sensation.

Etheria “Scarface” Ruffin: A name that commands respect.

Destiny “Sukihana” Henderson: Brace yourselves!

Kendra “Sapphire” Blaze: A gem in the mix.

Damerlin “Biggie” Baez: Ready to make waves.

Behind the Scenes: World War III

Hold onto your wigs, because the Baddies East Reunion has already been filmed! Tamera Kissen spilled the tea on her personal YouTube channel, dubbing the backstage chaos “World War III.” As the participants entered the venue, tensions escalated, alliances formed, and drama erupted. House B stood strong, but the sparks flew like fireworks. You won’t want to miss this explosive showdown!

Where to Watch: Movie Lair

Now, the burning question: where can you catch all the drama, tears, and fierce confrontations? Look no further than Movie Lair! This streaming platform is your VIP pass to witness the Baddies in action. Whether you’re team Nunn or team Sky, grab your device, log in, and prepare for a reality TV experience like no other.

So, mark your calendars for the Baddies East Reunion—it’s coming soon! And remember, when the Baddies gather, chaos follows. Buckle up, because this ride is about to get wild! 🌟🔥

[queersrus]

HIIIII could i maybe ask for parrot related names :] OR just bird is okay!! okay thank you love you bye!!!!!!!

i will go tag you on the other bird themed posts i have in drafts but in the meantime! heres parrot names!

also tagging @bpdxhoardic incase you wanted to check these out too!

(Nick)Names:

Par/Parr, Parro, Parra, Parrot, Parrotte, Parrotelle, Parroter, Parrotie/Parroty, Parrotire, Parakee/Parakie/Paraky, Parakeet, Pionus, Pearly, Paint, Pfrimer, Pfrimers, Plum, Peach, Pacific, Pacifica Cockatie, Cockatiel, Cai, Caique, Con, Conu, Conure, Caw, Congo, Cockat, Cockatoo, Crimson, Cape, Crown, Carolina, Chestnut, Cap, Caatinga, Cordill, Cordilleran, Cobalt, Caica, Chandona Han/Hann/Hahn, Hanns/Hahns, Hans, Hya, Hyac, Hyacyn/Hyacin, Hyacinth Macaw, Maroon, Max, Maxi, Maximillian, Moluccan, Meyer, Meyers, Madeira, Marta, Mask, Mitred, Mena Quak/Quake, Quaker Sun, Scarlet, Senegal, Sinu, Santarem, Santa, Sulpher/Sulphur, South, Spix, Socorro, Spec, Spectic, Spectical/Spectacle, Spectacled, Sapphire, Spot, Saffron, Scale, Scaley, Speckle, Saarika/Sarika Lo, Lor, Lori/Lory, Lorik, Lorikee/Lorikie/Loriky, Lorikeet, Lear, Lears, Lilac, Lilacine Budge, Budger, Budgeri, Budgerige, Budgerigar, Budgie/Budgy, Beak, Blue, Brown, Burrow, Bill, Blaze, Bona, Bonaparte, Black, Blood, Bronze Dusk, Dusky Eclec, Eclect, Eclectus, El Wing, Wave, Wavy, White Feather, Fiery, Flame, Finsch, Fan Green, Grand, Grey/Gray, Glacer, Glaucous, Gold, Goldie, Golden, Great, Gini Ama, Amazon, Austral, Azuero, Az, Aztec, Andean, Akeria, Akala Yellow Rosella, Red, Ruppell/Rupell/Rupel, Rose, Riparian, Rufous Timneh, Tail, Turquoise, Tota Niam, North, Nanday Ochre, Oro, Orange Jandaya Vulturine Kili, Kajla

much more here

[novaalexanderwrites]

Blood and Thorns Chapter 17 (Part 1)

Chapter 17 (Part 1): Consequences and Rewards (Read Chapter 1 (part one) here) - (See here for a complete list of chapters)

The authorities were called as soon as Marcus’ gun was shot. Servants ran in to see what the commotion had been to find Sapphire bleeding, Rosalind unconscious, Frigga injured, and Marcus in the centre of it all, shotgun at his feet. The magical light from the floor had faded completely, the chalk circle along with it, so the man’s guilt was easily inferred.

When Razi returned with the household nurse, Sapphire was promptly seen to and did not have lasting damage. She’d collapsed, and she’d need surgery, but she was strong enough to wait in her private chamber for the doctor. Rosalind, however, was immediately taken to the Thorneheart infirmary. Their condition was declining and their breathing was shallow. Once Rosalind was seen to under Marcus’ supervision, Frigga and Razi were also seen by the family nurse, but outside of headaches, some burns, and some stitches, they both were in good shape considering. Soon after, the authorities arrived and they had no choice but to take Marcus away with them. He had been the one to bring the weapon, and he made no attempt to deny it. Razi tried to explain to the guard captain Marcus had saved them and Sapphire had attempted to murder Rosalind, but, with the promise that Rosalind would be properly looked after, Marcus went with them. The family’s physician was brought in immediately and stabilized Rosalind. He also saw to Sapphire and confirmed the family nurse’s diagnosis. She would need surgery to extract the projectile, but would be alright to stay in the bedchamber where the authorities confined her, a guard stationed outside her door. Once she was well enough, she would likely be taken into custody, but until then she would remain under lock and key. Frigga and Razi were questioned. The head of the guard interviewed both of them separately, though Frigga wasn’t much help. The events of the evening were cloudy. She remembered casting the circle with Rosalind and being discovered by her aunt. She remembered being attacked and after that details were foggy. They had succeeded, and Frigga scarcely believed it. She even had her magic intact! But Rosalind said there would still be some effect on her, she just couldn’t figure out what had changed. Razi was not shy with details in her own chat with the guard captain. She remembered quite a lot, which was surprising considering she’d been assailed and knocked out at the beginning of the encounter. But she wasted no time in throwing Sapphire to the dogs, providing graphic and intricate detail about every assault she could recall. Once they were both finished their talks with the captain of the guard, Frigga and Razi sat together in Rosalind’s room, watching as the Thorneheart staff attended to them. They were covered in welts and burns, their neck was bruised, their hands and arms were shredded. “They’ve a cracked rib and arm also,” said the nurse as she finished taking their pulse again. “Likely will need heavy pain medication upon waking which was not at all certain an hour ago.” Frigga stared at Rosalind’s sleeping face as her tears welled up. “I don’t know what I’d have done,” she choked, and Razi gently rubbed the witch’s back in comfort. Frigga sat next to Rosalind and her love stood behind her. The nurse, a young woman with black hair pulled back into a neat bun and an apron that was just a bit stained noted Rosalind’s pulse on her clipboard. “I doubt they’ll be able to talk much either.” “Not that that’ll be much differen’ than usual,” Razi said. “Goldie’s the talker. Prolly talks enough for two.” Frigga peered over at the nurse’s notes. “I wonder how Marcus found out.” “Lucky ‘e did,” Razi replied. “I would’a definitely been next on your ol’ lady’s list. I was just comin’ to when he shot her.” The nurse looked at Razi with a concerned expression. “You were knocked out, right? Did someone look at you?” “Oh, yeah, I got checked.” “The shotgun didn't wake you up?” Frigga asked, looking to her love.

Razi shook her head and then immediately winced, a palm covering her eyes. “Nah, I was about to try an’ get up, but I don’ know how much good I’d’ve been.” A knock at the door announced the physician. “Miss Thorneheart?” he said as Frigga turned to look at him. She tried to stand when he held out his hand, “No, please, sit. You both should be resting too.” He pointedly looked at Razi who did nothing in reply, ignoring his admonishment. “I just needed to let you know that your aunt is stable and will be fine.” “Shame,” Razi muttered, earning the doctor’s obvious disapproval. “Thank you,” Frigga answered with genuine relief. “You said earlier she would need surgery?” “Yes, I’ve booked her in for my first available slot. She’ll be fine until then, I think, but she’s not allowed to move too much. Now, your nurse gave you a look over, but I’d like to double-check.” Frigga submitted to his examination which was certainly more invasive than the nurse’s had been. Lights were shone in her eyes, her head rotated in all kinds of uncomfortable ways, and the cut on her arm was stitched up with practiced easiness. Razi hesitantly submitted to a second examination as well. “You both have mild concussions,” he dryly stated. “But rest and taking it easy should be sufficient. If you notice your symptoms worsening, headache, memory issues, fatigue, et cetera, you can call for me and I’ll come straight back. I’ll need to see you in about a week anyway for those stitches, Miss, and I’ll be back tomorrow when the young Master wakes, but don’t wait if you notice anything amiss with your head.” “Thank you, doctor,” Frigga said as she stifled a yawn. “And thank you for taking care of my aunt and Rosalind.” “Not at all, I’m glad to be at your service,” he replied as he gathered his tools back into his bag. “See you tomorrow, or I guess, later today.” He left the room, shown out by Gertrude. When the door closed, Frigga started sobbing, the weight of the night bearing down on her. Razi immediately wrapped her arms around Frigga who responded by returning the embrace. “Everyone’s fine,” Razi comforted. “You’re fine, I’m fine, Vampire’s fine, we’re gon’ be free soon, Frigg.” Frigga nodded, burying her face in Razi’s chest. “Yes,” she breathed, but still couldn’t let go of the nagging feeling something was wrong. She knew Rosalind was right, something was different but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. But it could wait. Frigga and Razi were too relieved and exhausted to bother cleaning themselves up too much, or even getting into bed properly. They fell asleep on top of Frigga’s bed still in their clothes, holding each other tightly.

Frigga was stirred the next morning by Doris’ knock at her door. She usually was awake before her breakfast made it to her room, but this morning she found her arms and legs sluggish. She moved to rise but was immediately tugged back down by Razi who was starting to wake as well, and the woman nestled in close. Frigga didn’t have the heart to separate from Razi, but she also needed to help Doris in with the tray. “Raz,” Frigga whispered, “I need to-“ “Nah,” Razi mumbled. “Y’don’ need to do nothin’.” “Eat?” Razi grunted. “I guess tha’s a thing we gotta do, you’re right.” Frigga sleepily giggled. “I have to let Doris in, then.” “S’long as you come back right away.” “I promise,” Frigga murmured, placing a kiss on Razi’s forehead who winced slightly before releasing her captive. Frigga slid from the bed and whined as her head throbbed. She shuffled to her door and opened it, letting Doris in. “Good morning, Doris,” she greeted sleepily. “Just by the bed is fine.” “Oh!” the attendant exclaimed causing Razi to groan and cover her head with a pillow in protest. “Sorry,” she whispered, “I wasn’t aware you had company, Miss Thorneheart.” Frigga doubted that. “Not a problem.” The servant placed the tray on the bedside table and curtsied, though Frigga didn’t miss the glint in her eye. “I’ll go fetch another, if you’d like.” “Yes, please,” Frigga replied as she crawled back onto her bed and gently pried her pillow from Razi’s grip. “And if you can keep the door open a little so I don’t have to get back up, I’d appreciate it. I’m not well, this morning.” “Yes, Miss Thorneheart.” Doris scurried out of the room as quickly as if her skirts hems were on fire. “Congrats,” Razi moaned beside her. “The entire town knows in an hour, two if we’re lucky.” Frigga chuckled as she plucked a bowl of apple slices off the tray to nibble at. Her hands felt heavy and slow, like they weren’t quite getting her commands right away. She was probably just tired. “It’s fine. It’s not important anymore. Here,” she offered Razi an apple slice. Razi took it and ate it in a single bite. “Lemme guess, apples an’ toast?” “And a side of yogurt.” Razi snorted. “Guess they weren’t told I was fired. Tha’s what they usually do when they gotta throw breakfast together in a rush.” She slowly sat up, her eyes screwed closed. Frigga reached a shaking hand to rest at the base of Razi’s head and focused her magic, directing healing energy into it. She didn’t have a lot of energy to spare, but Razi was clearly in a lot of pain this morning. The moan of relief that escaped the woman made the struggle worth it. “Better?” “Yeah, a bit. Still got it, but s’less now,” she mumbled as she stole another apple slice. Razi then leaned over and placed a smiling kiss to Frigga’s shoulder, her hand covering the witch’s playing with Rosalind’s corded crystal that still hung around her neck. “Good mornin’, beautiful.” Doris brought up a second tray a few minutes later as well as a pot of tea large enough for two people to have multiple cups. She set the tray down in front of Razi with a sanitized and entirely too innocent, “I suppose you won’t be working today, Wood?” Razi levelled a tired glare at her but Frigga rescued her. “Razi resigned yesterday, so no.” Her brows quirked but the attendant’s face remained carefully neutral. “Oh, I see. Shall I inform the rest of the staff for you, then?” “Like you need my permission,” Razi replied flatly. “You’ve already blabbed for sure.” Frigga chuckled and rubbed at the hand that was tingling somewhat painfully. “Yes, Doris, if you could inform…” Frigga blanked. She couldn’t for the life of her remember the head of staff’s name. She looked at Razi, her brows knit tightly. “Um, Raz?” Razi looked to the witch with a puzzled frown and watched as Frigga floundered. She seemed to be making a calculation before offering, “Gert?”

“Yes!” Frigga breathed, still unnerved by her sudden amnesia. She looked back at Doris, smiling to conceal her alarm. “Yes, let Gertrude know for us, I’d appreciate it. And I won’t need help dressing this morning.” Doris curtsied again. “Yes, Miss Thorneheart, I’ll come up for your trays in an hour, then.” She left, leaving Razi and Frigga blessedly alone. Frigga looked back at Razi who was looking at her grimly. “What was tha’?” “What?” “You forgot Gert’s name?” Frigga looked away from Razi to hide her embarrassment. “No, I didn’t forget. It just escaped me for a minute.” “Right,” Razi did not sound convinced but continued picking at the tray Doris had brought for her. “Didn’ the doctor say somethin’ ‘bout memory loss?” “He did. Maybe that’s all this is and it’ll go away.” Razi didn’t respond to that, opting instead to turn the conversation to a lighter topic for the remainder of breakfast for which Frigga was grateful. The two of them ate at their leisure, though a bit faster than maybe the would have; Frigga was anxious to check in on Rosalind. The witch finished eating and went to her wardrobe to pick something out. That was new, she usually just put on whatever was chosen for her that day, but now she stared at the wardrobe, unsure what to do. Frigga ran her hands over the options and winced as her headache began screaming again. How do people do this every day? The fabrics all blended together, she tried to remember which dress was which, but, strangely, that knowledge alluded her. Surely she wasn't this inept at dressing herself? Surely she wasn’t this helpless? But as she stood in front of all these options, a haze paralyzed her. She tried, really tried, but she couldn’t pick something. Razi made her way over. “You alright?” she asked, concern evident by the woman’s tone. Frigga shook her head. “Yes, I just… I don’t know, I guess. Maybe I’m still shellshocked from last night.” “Grab somethin’ comfortable, we’re probably not goin’ anywhere today.” Comfort, something Frigga could focus on. She picked a simple, loose-fit blue dress, something she could easily do up herself, even if her hands weren’t co-operating for some reason. She’d worn it a hundred times, it was familiar and comforting. It also had pockets which was nice. The two women brought Frigga’s clothes into her bathroom and started the process of cleaning Frigga up; she was desperate to wash the terror and violence off of her, to feel the water carry away the horror from the night before. The bath was short and pragmatic, but it was still nice to spend time getting clean with Razi. Once bathed, dressed, and wounds re-wrapped, Razi had Frigga sit at her dressing table and stood behind her, running her fingers through the hoard of red curls. “I asked Doris to teach me,” she said. Frigga noticed Razi’s hands moving with more confidence than she had the week previous. Her chest filled with warmth and she relished the feeling of the woman’s hand in her hair. “I’m impressed.” “Don’ be, I’m still not great. But at least I kinda got a better grip on it now.” “At least you know how to take a bath on your own,” Frigga muttered, bitter at how much help she’d needed. “Hey, don’t do tha’,” Razi said with a command that demanded Frigga’s attention. “And besides, I’ll be happy to help you with bath and your curls as much as y’need.” Frigga looked up at her in the mirror. Of course she was used to someone doing her hair but… This felt different, more intimate, Razi’s hands were stronger but less practiced. It warmed Frigga’s heart, reminded her of how her love had taken care of her these last few months. “Thank you, Razi.” Razi tied off the braid and pressed a kiss onto the top of Frigga’s head. “Of course, Princess.” The title was usually for teasing, but there was no teasing today, just fondness.

They went to Razi’s room so she too could briefly wash up and find a change of clothes. While she was changing Frigga noticed the rosewood block from the arcane supply shop on the table by Razi’s armchair. Whatever she was working was small but nowhere near finished. Once Razi was freshened up, the two made their way to see Rosalind, hand in hand. The nurse informed them as they entered the room that the young Head of Household was still unconscious and hadn’t woken up at all in the night. Their bandages had been refreshed and their left arm was wrapped more securely due to the break. Frigga’s heart broke seeing them in such a horrible state, and guilt threatened to overtake her. She took off the corded necklace they’d put on her the night before and slung it over Rosalind’s head to rest on their neck before she sat at their right side and gently took hold of their hand. “Wow.” Razi mumbled taking in the gravity of their condition from her spot standing behind Frigga. “That’s… just, wow.” Frigga nodded, and they sat in silence. The nurse came in once to check in, but there was no sign of change. Eventually there was a distant knock on the home’s front door and Razi went to investigate leaving Frigga alone. She rubbed Rosalind’s hand with her thumb gently and took in a deep breath. How had she gotten off so easily and they had not? It wasn’t fair. She tried to push the guilt down, Rosalind had volunteered and prepared themself for this possibility, she should respect their choice. But it didn’t matter, she had put them in danger, they were suffering because of her. Before she could ruminate further, the door opened. Razi had returned with a guest. Frigga jumped up and rushed to him, meeting him in a warm hug. “Thank you, Marcus, how did you know we needed help last night?” Marcus gave her a quick squeeze before stealing the spot she’d been sitting in and grabbing Rosalind’s hand. He was a mess, his mascara smudged into rings around his eyes and a few streams on his cheeks from tears he hadn’t managed to wipe away. His skin was paler than usual and his eyes darker. “I had a feeling,” he replied with a hoarse voice barely resembling his own, “when your aunt said you were sick. Ros was scared of something yesterday morning too, so when you weren’t at dinner, I figured you guys were doing something. How are they?” Frigga put a hand on Marcus’ shoulder comfortingly. “They’re alright, the doctor says my aunt nearly killed them but, because you showed up, they will recover.” Marcus pressed his forehead to Rosalind’s hand, and a shuddering sigh escaped. “I had to get back, I can’t fucking believe this.” “Thought you were arrested,” Razi questioned as she shoved her hands in pockets. “No, my dad knows the captain and Frigga vouched for me. I did what they wanted but…” He didn’t finish his statement, his voice cracking with the strain of holding back the tears he was obviously fighting. Frigga placed a hand on his shoulder gently. “They’re alright, Marcus. They’re going to be fine.”

Marcus lost his battle and broke into tears, sobbing into Rosalind’s bed and bandaged hand. Cuts and scrapes were mostly dressed but a few of the more superficial ones on finger tips poked out from dressings. Razi and Frigga found other seats and stayed with Marcus for a while. The three were mostly silent, though Marcus asked them for more details about what had happened. The women were pulled away to deal with the authorities again shortly after Marcus arrived, so they left him alone. The nurse or a servant would drop in periodically to check if Rosalind was awake or if Marcus needed something, but nothing changed. At some point he did ask for someone to send his father a note on his behalf, but eventually Marcus drifted off, leaning on the bed. He hadn’t slept all night and, while he was a night owl, he usually followed his late nights with late mornings. But he never let go of Rosalind’s hand.

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