#silver snake bangle

[sunshineandlyrics]

The bidding for Freddie Mercury's silver snake bangle at Sotheby's, starting at £10,000 (6 September 2023)

[arkisilver]

Silver Snake Bracelet - handmade .925 sterling silver bangle bracelet at XYELEMENT.com

[jewllerydesign]

Discover the Boys Best Fashion Accessories Online

Have you ever felt captivated by the elegant shimmer of silver jewelry? Picture this: a silver snake ring coiling around your finger, or perhaps a sleek Cuban bracelet adorning your wrist. And for the young gentlemen out there, the charm of boys' rings and bangles can't be overlooked. Today, let's delve into the world of silver accessories, exploring their timeless appeal and the stories they tell.

Silver Snake Rings: A Symbol of Mystery and Wisdom

Imagine slipping on a silver snake ring and feeling its cool metal embrace encircle your finger. The serpent has long been a symbol of transformation, rebirth, and eternal wisdom in various cultures. In ancient Greek mythology, the Ouroboros, a snake eating its own tail, represents the cyclical nature of life. Similarly, in Hinduism, the serpent is associated with Kundalini energy, representing spiritual awakening.

Cuban Bracelets: A Timeless Classic with a Modern Twist

Now, let's shift our focus to the timeless elegance of silver cuban bracelets. Originating from the streets of Havana, Cuba, these link bracelets have transcended cultural boundaries to become a symbol of style and sophistication. What sets silver Cuban bracelets apart is their versatility. They seamlessly transition from casual outings to formal affairs, making them a staple in every jewelry collection. Plus, with the option to customize the length and width of the links, you can tailor your bracelet to suit your unique style.

Boys' Rings and Bangles: Expressing Individuality from an Early Age

Who says jewelry is just for adults? Boys' rings and Boys' bangles offer young gentlemen the opportunity to express their individuality and sense of style from an early age. For parents seeking meaningful gifts for their sons, these accessories serve as tangible reminders of love, support, and encouragement. They're not just adornments; they're heirlooms in the making, carrying with them the memories of childhood adventures and milestones.

[hydrangeapartridge]

Neve's visit (Manfred learns about rings part 2)

As part of my EmmRook post game collection, I wrote a short fic about Manfred learning about rings (their use in magic but also their symbolism) which can be found here.

Here is the sequel. Enjoy! (could contain spoilers for the end of the game)

(Side Note: all my EmmRook fics can be found on AO3)

Emmrich was pacing. It was an unusual behaviour for him, reserved only to his reflexions on the most complex scientific questions he faced as a scholar. However he was not working now, but the fact remained that he was crossing the living room for the umpteenth time under Rook’s half amused, half worried gaze.

She sat on the meridian, waiting for Neve to arrive. It was the first time they would see her since Manfred bought her a gift; a pretty snake-shaped silver hairpin. If Emmrich had always had a very good relationship with Neve amongst the Veilguard, the prospect of the gift giving visibly caused him some distress.

“I never thought I’d get to experience a meeting with the in-laws while being the in-laws” Rook’s usual jest had the benefit of stopping Emmrich in his tracks.

He turned to her, a slight frown creasing the perfect line of his dark brows. “ Darling, this is nothing of the sort” He corrected her “Merely a reunion with an old acquaitance, in which Manfred will happen to gift a significantly costly jewel to a charming woman” Emmrich was talking with his hands, which he did when passionnate, but mostly when nervous. “People exchange gifts all the time. There is no particular stake in this particular exchange”

So he tried to convince himself. Rook shook her head, a fond grin splitting her lips. She got up and slowly stepped up to her husband.

She placed a hand on his elbow in a gesture that became as familiar as breathing. “Then why are you more tensed than before an important watcher’s assembly?” She teased him, caressing up his arm until her hand was on his stiff shoulder. “We’re seeing Neve. It’s going to be nice. Relax. ”

Emmrich sighed. “I can’t” He breathed in defeat, lowering his head until his forehead was resting against Rook’s.

“If we had more time, I’d offer plenty of ways to distract you” Rook whispered, her lips drawing closer to his.

Emmrich was usually a master of self-control. In the Watch, her learned meditation and breathing techniques to ground oneself, and how to be detached and impassible. But his naturally emotional nature still came back when dealing with matters important to him; more often matters of the heart than of the mind. Matters he couldn’t reason with.

Another sigh, but Emmrich didn’t pull back. “Dearest, you always do choose the most interesting times for your advances” He placed a hand on Rook’s waist and brought their faces closer. “I could certainly be tempted to indulge in you. It would make the wait far more pleasant indeed”

Emmrich’s poetic way with words always made Rook melt. She was surprised her flirting went through but needn’t be convinced any further, and pressed her lips against his in a tender kiss.

If their kissing started chaste, slow and comfortable, Emmrich grew bolder as he gladly lost himself in the distraction and comfort his wife offered. His second hand came to craddle the base of Rook’s skull, fingers carefully threading in her hair as he gently but firmly angled her head to deepen the kiss. His bangles sang as he teased her bottom lip with his tongue, and when she parted her lips, wickedly slipped inside, in a move only he held the secret to, that still made Rook’s knees weak even after years of practice.

Rook pressed closer to him, lacing her fingers behind his neck in an embrace that was only known to true kindred spirits. Together they formed a perfect entity, in a pose that could remind one of the romantic tableaux exposed in Orlais, painted to praise the devotion of eternal lovers.

While he thoroughly lost himself in Rook’s mouth, Emmrich moved his legs with intent so that his thigh ended up pressed flush against her center. Rook’s resulting moan was music to his ears, so promising. Too bad the next thing those ears caught was the sharp noise of a knock on the door.

The two lovers barely had time to step away from each other before Manfred came rushing down the stairs. The spirit made a beeline for the door, eager to be the one to welcome their guest. In his hurry, Manfred thankfully didn’t notice how breathy and flustered his caretakers were. They gladly let him open the door while they recovered from their promising but interrupted tryst.

“I’ll get the tea” Emmrich offered, reluctantly moving away from his wife.

Rook nodded, and after running a hand through her hair to make sure it was still in place, she headed to the entrance to greet Neve.

- - -

Neve Gallus was as always delightful company. Under her strict and cool appearance was a heart of gold. Ever thoughtful, she brought an offering of Carastian candy, chocolate coated treats from Tevinter, that she knew Rook enjoyed (Emmrich didn’t have as much of a sweet tooth as his wife, but he was known to indulge in them sometimes while grading papers).

She came alone, Lucanis being busy on a contract; which was probably better given Manfred’s generosity was reserved to her.

Neve got them up to date with the situation in Minrathous in more detail than she did in letters, and once it was done, they discussed more casual matters: recent activites and funny or scandalous anecdotes. Emmrich, ever the social butterfly, was absorbed in the conversation, but his never ending stirring of his tea told Rook that part of him was still slightly nervous.

At one point, Neve asked about Manfred’s learnings. The skeleton had been quietly sitting beside her, but he perked up when prompted with questions about his training at the Necropolis. While Manfred told Neve a few stories in his own imperfect way with words, Rook wondered if maybe he could be nervous about giving Neve her gift. Wisps were drawn to Neve, and Manfred was no exception. He always enjoyed her best amongst all their friends. But could he have learned reserve after spending so much time with humans?

It turned out Rook was completely wrong about that part, for two mere seconds after the skeleton finished explaining the most recent spell he learned, he announced. “Present for you” And promptly stood up to retrieve the pretty gift-bag he previously hid behind the couch.

Manfred proudly handed Neve the bag, and her usually hooded gaze widened. “For me? Really?” She asked incredulous as she took the package.

“Yeay!” Manfred confirmed and Neve chuckled.

“I’d say you shouldn’t have, but that wouldn’t be elegant of me” She opened the bag and peeked inside before she retrieved a squarred black velvet box from it. “Wow, this looks fancy. What’s the occasion Fred?” She asked, incredulous.

Rook heard Emmrich gulp beside her. She was hanging onto Manfred’s every word, eagerly awaiting his answer.

“To thank you for the coat!” Manfred replied casually.

A beat of silence. Rook felt stupid.

Given the circumstances of Manfred’s purchase for Neve, Emmrich and her automatically connected it to the rings they bought and their meaning. They didn’t even think to ask why Manfred wanted to get Neve a gift, probably too afraid of the answer. It didn’t occur to them either that Manfred could feel obliged to Neve for gifting him a new coat as a reward when he graduated from his first cycle of apprenticeship. That day Emmrich had given Manfred a gift too, Rook remembered; his first ever magic staff. It had been a wonderful day of celebrations.

A muffled chuckle beside her made Rook turn to her husband. Emmrich’s laugh then turned light and airy, relieved and joyful. It wasn’t often that Emmrich was caught laughing freely, and if the delightful sound of it surprised Neve, it sent butterflies in Rook’s stomach. She was grinning impossibly wide as her lover tried to cover his reciding laughter with the back of his hand in front of his mouth.

Neve looked to the couple with a frown but was unable to hide her own smile. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing. Just that Emmrich was so afraid Manfred wanted to elope with you he almost gave himself an ulcer” Rook offered, voice singing with mischief.

“Rook!” Emmrich protested. The pink slightly dusting his cheeks was adorable.

“We were worried about the intentions Manfred put behind that gift and obviously made a too big deal out of it” Rook continued explaining more seriously, not minding the glare Emmrich sent her.

Neve raised one thick and pretty eyebrow, visibly judging Manfred’s caretakers.

“Well, can I open it now?” She asked, admiteddly a little amused.

Rook nodded and Neve opened the velvet box under Manfred’s undivided attention. He had observed their exchange but didn’t comment on it. Maybe he didn’t understand everything and was more eager to see what Neve thought of his gift than to understand what all this was about.

A little gasp of surprise escaped the ice mage when her eyes landed on the refined piece of jewelry.

“I understand your worries now” She lowly whispered before she turned to Manfred. “You truly shouldn’t have... but I appreciate it. This is beautiful Fred. I love it”

Manfred let out a victorious hiss, visibly happy with himself. Neve undid her coiffure, letting her long dark locks cascade on her shoulders. She took the hairpin and skillfully twisted her hair around it in a pretty updo. She turned her head both sides and asked. “How is it Fred? Suits me?”

Manfred clapped and cheared, making Neve chuckle fondly at his antics.

Emmrich watched the exchange, arms crossed over his chest, but a smile on his lips. Rook let her hand travel to his thigh and inched closer. “Relieved my love ?” She whispered in his ear.

He sighed through his nose before he gave her a warm smile that lit up his rich brown eyes. “Impossibly so dearest”

[d8nielaa]

"How Soon Is Now?/ Daughter Of Olympus - Prologe: The Quest Begins...

x fem!reader/x teen!reader

“ I am human and I need to be loved, 

just like everybody else does.” - How Soon Is Now? - The Smiths

There she stood, silver and golden dagger in hand while she circled her opponent - her enemy. 

It felt strange. It felt like she was having an out of body experience. Like she was watching from the sidelines as another version of herself fought. "Dreams", Hypnos had called them. "Dreams are happy, Alesie. Dreams are silly, but it feels real. Nightmares are what you should be afraid of." Alesie had recalled as the out of body experience continued. While she watched, it felt like she was in the shoes of her younger self, but this version of her in the "dream" seemed to be much older. Though she was only twelve, her mind was wise beyond its years. Being a handcrafted creation of the Greek gods has many perks. Every feature and trait she had, was like a gift from them. She had Athena's intelligence, Ares's bravery, Hermes's sense of direction and so the list goes on. She had never asked why the gods suddenly needed a mutation (Alesie). It felt weird. She never grew up on Earth, but on Olympus. For twelve whole years, this young girl learned from the Greek gods themeselves, and when she was told she would be leaving to venture out on Earth alone.... she felt afraid. Which was strange because she had never felt that way before. It was a foreign feeling for her. One that she didn't like. This version of her was nothing like the girl thought she was. "Do not dissapoint me, Alesie. I put a lot of faith in you" Zeus had told her just minutes she was transported onto Earth. Her and Zeus were never the closest but, she respected him deeply. She had to anyway, he was one of the main gods that created her. When those words had been said, it felt like a huge weight had been thrown onto her shoulders. She had never felt so afraid. Not just of being alone, but of failing. Failing the gods, failing the people on Earth, and herself.

Alesie continued to watched as this older version of herselfcalled out to her opponent. She saw the pleading look in her own eyes, like she was begging them to stop. But, the sound of the rain and thunder was loud enough to drown out her voice. She was confuesd. She would never start a fight or never back down from one, she would let the fight find her. It's what she had always been taught. So, what had changed? What had scared her so much that she had to aim her dagger at them? What the girl could see from afar, was that her opponent didn't want to hurt her. She didn't know who it was. She could see the body perfectly, but the face was just not there. Like it had been blurred out. She could tell that the person she was going against, was a boy. Who in the dream, didn't seem much older then her. She wondered if the boy who was approaching her with a sword in his hand, was really an enemy. Or just an obstecle the gods threw in her way as a test.

The fight went on for what seemed like forever. All Alesie could do was just stand there and watch as her older self and the unknown boy circled each other. Then, the two stopped moving and Alesie watched in anticipation as they stood there for a moment. Suddenly, the boy lunged at her while letting out a war cry. But, before she could see the outcome of herself, she awoke. Her eyes jolted opened as her hands grabbed onto the grass under her. It smelt musky almost, she moved her head around and saw flowers with a few trees behind them. When she stood up, she saw a wheat field in front of her. And when she turned around, a forest. One that felt inviting. She looked down and saw a backpack next to her feet. She observed herself as she had been dressed in a pair of brown boots and a beautiful white dress. She lifted up her hands to see the skin tight golden bangles on her arms and a beautiful snake braclet on her wrist. Alesie picked up the bag as she felt around for her crystal. The one that Hermes had given her before she left.

She felt something sharp in the pocket of her dress and grabbed it. She reveled the crystal and held it up in front of her. She pointed it into the direction of the forest, before pointing it into the direction of the wheat field. She waited for a moment before a gust of wind blew in the direction of the forest. Alesie nodded her head at seemingly no one as she put her crystal back in her pocket and sighed. She looked around once more before heading into the woods. "Here we go"

This would be the start of a journey. One that would not only change the course of Alesie's life, but the lives of others. The daughter of Olympus began her quest.

Hi Guys! Im so excited for this story and i think you guys will really like it! I'll try to be consist while posting but i am on a slighty busy time frame. Requests are open for the time being! Have a wonderful day!!!

Alesie’s outfit inspo-

[ayquebella]

Vintage Jamaica West Indian Snake Eyes Sterling Silver Bangle Bracelet by Carib-Craft Sterling

Such a wonderful and traditional, thin solid sterling silver, snake eyes, West Indian bangle bracelet! This beautiful Jamaican bracelet (also called a “Bayra”) has a uniquely engraved, 1 5/8-inch pattern design on each side of the solid silver and has two dotted pointy ends on the tips.

The beauty of Bayras is that it is pliable and can open and close to securely surround almost every wrist. West Indian Bangle Bracelets are a culturally significant tradition of the Caribbean Islands in order to pass on the West African and East Indian heritage, and to symbolize union, love and strength.

West Indian jewelers have been creating such high quality, handcrafted, timeless works of art throughout the Caribbean, utilizing the same jewelry crafting methods islanders have been using for centuries and it is demonstrably evident in this magnificent bracelet. This beautiful bracelet is a terrific keepsake of Caribbean culture and heritage and helps keep the Caribbean spirit alive wherever you are!

[hernakedmuse]

Poppies in October

Part II

Disclaimer: SELF HARM, Scenes of a sexual nature. NOT PROOFREAD!

Pairings: Regulily, Jegulus, Xenodora kind of the beginning...

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(Regulus POV)

I can't stand the uncertain, the unpredictable, I'm a practical wizard and always have been. So why did I spend the next morning charming the head of my house into replacing my arithmancy elective with bloody Divination? Why was I waiting to have a partner assigned to do my chart?

Lily Evans might have something to do with that.

I sat at the round, celestial cloth table behind her.  The back of her neck was deliciously visible due to her prettily bobbed, deep scarlet waves. They looked full and fluffy and daring, I always preferred short hair when I was into girls. Not that she wasn't very pretty when it was long, but she became coquettishly sexy when she showed up on that train with it chopped off and falling in her sweet face. McKinnon is a fucking idiot, letting the most desired witch in school go, for fucking Meadowes? Has she seen Lily's ass? Doesn't she notice the redhead doesn't understand that bras exist? Merlin…don't get me started on those eyes, in a permanent seductive lidding, and not just green but bloody jade, like jade and teal had together created a new color. It was peacock without the blue, lined with thick dark lashes and hovered by thin, dark, perfectly arched eyebrows.

And just remembering– "I must be dreaming, what in Circe's name are you doing here Rab?" Pandora Llewellyn plopped down next to me.

She's a good friend of mine, a Slytherin a year above me. We have always just been friends, I'd never go there with her, not that she isn't funny and intelligent and her whimsical, out there nature that reminded me of Lily was rather refreshing…but Pandora is…oblivious to feelings, sometimes you don't know if she's got your back she is very matter of fact and not very warm. You can't cry on her shoulder, she'll try and read your fate and say it's what the fates decide. But she's fun and unlike a lot of our fellow snake pit, isn't blood obsessed. She's very stunning, like a human star. Willows, leggy, moonlight skin and silvery eyes she always had kohl rimmed, silver blonde hair pin straight past her svelte hips that had you convinced she's part veela but she just has a Yugoslavian mother. Hm, physically she wasn't my type either. 

My eyes slid back over to Lily, my eyes narrowed into slits as I watched her delicate little hand old Xenophilius Lovegood's up to read his palm. Her nails weren't too long or too short, and painted midnight blue, cutesy chipped, fingers adorn with mood rings and Celtic rings. Her wrist wrapped in centuries old bangles and crystal bracelets. I discreetly lifted my wand under the table and shot a stinging jinx at Lovegood. I never had anything against the always high as a dragon, bohemian Ravenclaw, he irritates me but usually he's out of my way. But I don't like that she's touching him with the same hands that touched my face as she looked at me and healed me in my moment of suffering. I don't want his filthy skin to ever feel her touch again. I felt cruel pleasure seeing him wince and hearing him whine like a pathetic child. If a stinging jinx made him react so weakly, he has bigger problems.

"What did you do that for?" Pandora demanded, usually she has a lackadaisical voice, never had she ever shown this much emotion, this much hostility. 

"Panda-" I attempted her nickname I had for, my voice falling soft. I didn't know what I did wrong or why she cared what I did to Lovegood. She gathered her things, slipping out of the classroom after Xenophilius. 

I looked back to see Lily looking up at me, her hooded jade eyes looking up at me, her pouty lips painted with red lip stain. 

I could smell her, I could smell her scent…it was strange how exact down to the detail I could smell her but I did. It was rosewater, lilacs, watermint, and strawberries.  I wanted to bite her. I wanted to taste her again. 

"Let me do your chart." Her voice is soft, like everything else about her. Soft, slightly raspy, and a musical a mix of Northern Welsh accenting Midlands English, not quite Brummie but close. Her voice had a lovely rocking back and forth sound to it.

I don't remember when I said yes, but I must have. She was sitting before me now, she looked at me well not at me but through me. Like she was getting a vision, and she took a quill and scribbled on the parchment without looking down, I watched her swirling writing. It was my birthday, time of birth, and location.  I was amazed. January 18, 1971, blue monday in London at 3 a.m. She drew a map a celestial map and wrote down sun positioned in Capricorn, moon in Libra, rising in Scorpio, mercury in Capricorn, venus in Sagittarius, Mars in Scorpio, jupiter in Sagittarius, saturn in taurus, uranus in Libra, neptune in Sagittarius, pluto in Virgo, North node in Aquarius, and Chiron in Aries. 

She drew so many symbols  ♃, ♄, ♇, ♀, ♂, ♅, ☿, ♆. 

Her jade eyes blinked and she looked up at me. "You're born on blue monday at the witching hour…there's a prophecy…" She trailed off with a faraway look.

I felt confused, so lost, all of this was balderdash. Utter bullshit, why did she look  worried for me and what prophecy? No, it's all just magician's crap. "I think I'm supposed to do your chart. But I can't do that creepy phasing out thing you did, hand me the kit."

She still looked at me strangely as she handed me the kit to create the chart, it consisted of a sundial, machina mundi,Mundial, rectangulus, an astrolabe, augrym stones and a navicula. A whole lot to find out nothing. 

I looked at her, and I remembered everything...not just the carnal pleasure but the pain, she saw me when I was most vulnerable, saw me past the mask I worked so hard to craft and present. Something more than sex and tears happened. She looked up at me, remembering too and then spoke. "You're holding your navicula wrong."

I looked down at it. "Oh."

I needed her again. This time I wanted all of her inside of her–

"Let me show you." She was beside me in an instant. Her sweet scent made my mouth water as she was beside me so close. I needed to kiss her neck, I shouldn't but I need to. Very discreetly I brushed my nose against her hair, my eyes rolled back. Beneath the lavender scented shampoo was the smell of the strawberries. I had to have her show me how to use the instruments again, and again, and again.

Class ended and it was no use. "Why did you switch to fifth year Divinations?" She asked me suddenly.

"Why because I'm a fourth year?"

She waved her wand to help Professor Firenze clean up. "No, most of your classes are advanced for your age." She tucked her wand that I knew she didn't need, away. She smiled up at me, I just noticed she was wearing eyeliner, it was subtle but it was there. "You don't strike me as the type to rely on the science of intuition. "

"I like to have a diverse time table, for career opportunities. "It was the excuse I agreed to, to myself.

She stared for a long moment before nodding. "I'll see you around, if you want." 

It was a strange way of saying goodbye, she was gone so quickly and I cursed myself for saying nothing about it. I clenched my fists and left the awful patchouli smelling classroom.

I had to get her out of my mind, with my life she didn't fit. She wasn't allowed to, lovely beautiful things didn't survive in my world. I raked my hand through my curls almost violently, the strongest urge to reopen the healed scars on my arms strangled with such hunger. It was an addiction that's for sure, gave me the high of a lifetime, I felt like I was flying before falling into nothingness.

I headed to the boys' lavatory, hoping no one was in there. Just one little slice maybe? That's all I need, then no more for a few days. I'll be okay. 

Once in there, with the flick of my wrist I closed and locked the door. I tossed my satchel and books to the floor carelessly, my mind on one thing and one thing only, sweating in sweet anticipation. I almost moaned as I rolled up the sleeves of my shirt and jumper to reveal the pale scars on my arm, scars she healed. "Forget her!" I growled. 

"Forget who, exactly?" A lazy sounding, good natured voice interrupted my privacy.

I whipped around so fast, only to come face to face with James Potter. My brother's number one best friend, the one who stole my brother away.

I hated him for it.

He's so fucking charming, has to just seduce everyone into adoring him. Never had to worry about one bloody thing, parents adored him, loads of money with no strings or obligations attached. He's not just brilliant and so smart without ever picking up a damn book once and studying, no it's all so easy for him. Everyone wants to be his friend, everyone wants to be him, he's athletic, boys and girls want to possess him. And why wouldn't they? He looks like a model, so tall and pretty at a towering height of 5'11 at 15. All very lean muscle, a runner built, perfect for a chaser. Olive skin from his Persian heritage on his mother's side, full, big, rosy lips that are attractively too big for his slim jawline with high cheekbones. He has a perfect noble nose, don't let you forget he's from noble blood on both sides, a descendant of desert princes no doubt. His eyes are as problematic as Lily's, bedroom set, with the thickest and longest, blackest lashes you'll ever see that naturally made it look like he wore kohl. His gold rimmed glasses didn't hide or take away from the amber eyes he possessed, that were like cognac, honey, and Hazel green all swirled in one. They're unsettling pretty. His ebony ringlets were messy and long in a shag and real ruby studded his nose. Why a quidditch player would wear nose jewelry is beyond me, but he loved showing off his expensive jewelry.

He's a spoiled pretty boy, a little shit who hasn't tasted the cruelty of life. Was that lip gloss? Was he trying to make his lips look more whorish? I scowled at his smirk. I felt myself blush and my skin heated up. I looked down at his long slender fingers, cherry red. polish painted his nails. "Can I help you, Reggie?"

I turned back around sharply. "What are you doing here?" I snapped. 

"Um it's a bathroom, what do you think?" He had a twinkling laugh accenting his response.

I froze as he made his way to the sink next time, I clenched mine until my knuckles turned white as he over lathered his gentle hands that never knew suffering, they're pretty. And I smelled him, did I turn into a dog overnight? First Lily, now James? It could be a cologne, a cologne that smells like cherries and fire like cherries jubilee, the fresh morning just when the sun rises, and roses. It was an explosive combination right in your face, provocative to be honest. 

After drying his delicate hands he looked at me. How could someone be so pretty and the quidditch Star of Hogwarts? "Hey…'' his usual cocky smirk dropped from his lips as he eyed me. He almost looked concerned, but he couldn't be. He could care less about me, probably just thinks I'm a pathetic loner.

"That nose ring looks utterly ridiculous!" I snapped before storming out rushing straight to the commons. Lucius tried to call my attention. I heard someone follow me..

Once in my dorm, I noticed it was Barty. He didn't have James' juicy lips and little hips, or his black curls. But he will do, I took my frustration out on him balls deep. Every thrust making me forget how I lusted after someone who thinks I'm a loser, how Lily would be in danger if she was in my life and that I was probably just rebound for her after Marlene, and how even though I'm away from home until December, my parents have eyes and ears in the castle. There's more pressure on me now that I was their last hope.

James just had to get in the way, I needed that release so badly I needed to feel that relief when my skin breaks and rips and the blood bubbles and spills.

This wasn't doing it for me. Barty knows me, knows my sordid ideas of pleasure. "Bite me hard," I grabbed his jaw cruelly. "You know how!" 

With my command as his ring of muscled choked my cock, he bit my neck so hard I did bleed, and I sped up so hard hitting deeper than his spot and spilling in him as my blood spilled down my chest staining my pristine, white shirt.

@sufferingstarlight @meetmyothersouls

[booksandchainmail]

Pale 9.z

One new wall nearly every second, all in red and shades of grey with the occasional stain in yellow or sepia tones.  The only ones that lingered were the ones that needed more time to allow blood to seep through cracks or for something to crawl between wallpaper and wall, one corner of the wall to the other.

well this is a horror aesthetic

Tashlit sat back in her chair, mouth closed, swallowing a few times to clear her throat because coughing wasn’t working. Painted nails. Her lips- she was pretty sure she had lipstick on. She’d only worn lipstick once and she had been five or six. The result had been a horror show and one very ticked off older cousin who hadn’t wanted her strict dad to know she owned any makeup.

alpeana nightmare? Or possessing someone somehow, but I don't think of that as something Tashlit can do. Maybe another realm?

A wall to her right flickered from being on fire to being skin and hair, with a texture that defied normal adjectives.  For less usual adjectives, genital sufficed, indistinct in gender but raw, goosebumped, and folded toward the center, framed with coarse hair.

I'm not even going to try to picture this

The girl, still rubbing at the eye that would have let her spot Tashlit, looked around.  Her irises were purple, the pupils vertical slits.  She set her eye on Tashlit, paused, and her expression went from sad to a wide smile. “Heyyyyy,” the kid said. “Tashlit!” “Verona.”

oh nice! I'm guessing that each of them subconsciously chose their avatar here? So Tashlit is human again, but dressed up in a way that she thinks of as fancy. And Verona is a furry kid marked with a tear.

“The adventure?  Dealing with the invaders?” Verona asked.  “I’m claiming the credit for the badass play that stopped Bridge.”

nice phrasing, and good establishing your participation

“That’s great!  What did you do?” “I think you should ask Lucy, she’ll tell that story better.”

lol

Avery was wearing a decorated jacket and button-up shirt with a copper-tinted sash and epaulets. An antler pin at her brow kept her hair back at one side, while the other side draped straight down.

nice! I like the pseudo-military look, and the asymmetric hair

“What demesne would you make?” Tashlit asked. “Oh man. Okay, so I’m a creative type, right? And art, really, is about testing and pushing boundaries…” “Really worried,” Avery elaborated.

seconding that worry :)

Snowdrop wore a simple white dress, earrings that were little silver opossums with the tails hooked through her earlobes, and she had tiny white flowers in her hair, one over one ear to start but getting more dense toward the bottom, until they were omnipresent.

fancier than I'd expect, but I guess it matches everyone else

Lucy was still recovering. She wore a halter-style dress, red, with jewelry matching her earring at her ear, brow, topping her ponytail like its own little tiara, as bangles, as a necklace, and as various rings, including two caps on the fingertips of her left hand, forming clawed tips.

nice! I like the jewelry, and the claws are a nice touch

"If I’m to be a corruptive ooze that seeps into patterns and processes, I’ll be a gentleman corruptive ooze.”

I like Montague

"Umm, Sabita was odd right out the gate.  The way my dad tells it, she looked normal for about five minutes, then a tiny snake slithered out of her nose and onto the beach, and then the floodgates opened.” “Floodgates?” Lucy asked. “Of snakes?” “Yeah. Ears, nose, mouth… everywhere. Handful every second. All shapes and sizes. But you know, my dad’s a trooper.”

did they ever stop?

"Last I saw her, she was doing a thing as a fortune teller.  Travel to a certain island, go to a cave, and there’ll be a woman in the shadows, who’ll tell you what’s to come.” “How do you learn that?” Verona asked. “I think she B.S.’s a lot of it."

I love this. Real mystical semi-divine snake woman, fake prophecizing. She should team up with Nicolette

“I visited other siblings.  Our whole deal, I’m not sure if anyone’s explained, Montague, is we’re like the bloodlines of Echidna, or Minos of Crete, or Jormungandr.  Sometimes you get a girl who has snakes instead of bodily fluids, sometimes you have a boy with sapphire skin who kills anyone who hears his voice, and sometimes that egg hatches and you have two dragons sharing one mind.  Mom found knotted places for them to reside, so you can only find them if you go looking.”

so cool

I mean, it sounds like it sucks for most of them, but so cool

"Um, one of my brothers is a big crime lord in a place knotted enough that someone with a ‘skin condition’ of not having skin gets a pass, and he really knew how to throw a party.  He bought me a, uh, dance, and the company of the male dancer for the evening, and… no thank you.” “No?” Avery asked.

huh.

Also, amused at Avery instantly perking up when Tashlit mentions not having been into (a) guy

“Aren’t you upstarts?” Montague asked.  “You’ve been given a lot of power in a short time.  You’ve already challenged a system you’ve known for months and it feels as if you might carry on doing that.”

and this is making a lot of people nervous

Avery shifted her seat, giving up on trying to keep Snowdrop from snacking.  “We’re looking for help, Montague, we want to make this work, here in Kennet, and we want you guys to feel at home.  But we also want things to be better.”

and sometimes those two goals are in conflict (see the Hungry Choir)

“I’ll take it in the positive, adventurous spirit it was offered,” Montague said, his voice briefly lapsing into feedback squeals for the ‘s’ sounds, before almost disappearing into a crackle.  “Much as you’ve done by indulging me here.”

Verona is good with "weird" Others

“For a vacation, dribbletits,” Avery said. Verona snickered at the insult.

same

“I was going to ask if you wanted company,” Tashlit told Verona.  “I’ve wandered around, and if it isn’t far, I can cover a lot of ground in a day.  But if it’s getting in the way of you spending time with your mom…”

yes! This would be neat, keep Verona from getting too isolated

“They can’t really figure out what my responsibilities should be,” Tashlit told him.  “I wasn’t brought in for any exact purpose.  I was brought in on Verona’s recommendation.”

:)

“You don’t know what binging is?  Oh my god…” Verona paused, her expression changing.  “Oh my god.  You haven’t watched all that much TV and movie stuff.  I can show you some of the best stuff and you’re totally unspoiled.  You haven’t even been ruined by trailers!  It’s a pure and vicarious-for-me viewing experience!”

I bet Verona would like liveblogs

“Says the horror fetishist,” Verona said.  “And the closet romance-movie-watcher.” “I’m not closeted, exactly, I just don’t broadcast it.  I like genres with a lot of conventions and movies that toy with those conventions.  Horror and romance are really formulaic.  It’s the same with music.”

that's actually a really cool way of looking at things. I know I appreciate books that are in conversation with their genre for genres I know well, but I hadn't thought about how more rigid genres would play into that

“I used to like romance movies, but then I got super sick of them really fast all of a sudden,” Avery said.

gee, I wonder why

“We can find you stuff, Avery.  Just gotta know where to look,” Verona said.

I feel like Verona could put together a list of good queer starter media. I bet Avery would like She-Ra.

"And I think my mom might be really careful about not causing too much fuss, sometimes, and Avery’s parents being there probably really helped, with that.” “Not making much fuss?” Verona asked.  “I guess you got that from your dad?” “I got it from me, if I’m being generous to myself,” Lucy said She sat back. “From Paul, if I didn’t.”

... ouch

"She saw the church and the church community as a kind of insurance, where you put in the hours and make your face known and they’ll support you if you’re ever in a pinch. That she really liked being able to shop around for a sub-community of people to spend time with."

I need to find more (non-religious) things like this as an adult. I was in a club in college that provided a lot of this, and I miss having that in person.

“Exactly, yeah,” Lucy said.  “Verona’s mom is really set on deep introspection and thinking about how to set up her life.  She’s smart and does this, I dunno, calculus?  Figuring out her church community, wine drinking buddies, work…”

Lucy means this in a complimentary way, but I could see Verona thinking of it as cold or unfeeling in the way her dad accuses her of being

“The Demesne ritual in particular is one I mind, because it means ceding ground, every time, and because it runs against the sect I belong to.  But they grow.”

Do Demesnes keep existing after the practitioner dies? This also reminds me of how demons operate, from Pact. Incremental progress that can't be undone.

“Boxes and box-makers,” Rook said.  “Cages and cage makers.  What is a home but four walls, a floor, a ceiling?  A container we make for ourselves.  What boxes do we fit in?  What boxes do others put us in, or lock us in?  Do you understand the thread running through this?”

I'm thinking of that one tumblr post about queer identity where the response to "Why would you define yourself with a label" is "As any cat can tell you, a box you choose for yourself is very different from one someone puts you in"

“There is a stopping point,” Rook told him.  She clicked the calipers closed, then slid them into her belt.  “That point is when you decide to stop playing games with the rules and get serious.”

ominous but cool!

"If you think of this as a game of chess, then those three girls don’t have any idea that they’re playing.  They are poised to lose, soundly and thoroughly.  As for myself, I don’t plan to lose.  It may not be a victory, but it shouldn’t be a loss.”

welp.

The outfits were similar to what they’d worn in the dream, if simpler.  Avery wore a light blue button-up shirt with sleeves rolled up to the elbow and black pants, hair in a similar style, and a matching pin to the dream.  Snowdrop wore a white dress that faded to gray at the bottom, slightly simpler opossum earrings, and silver eye shadow.  Her hair didn’t have as many flowers in them and they weren’t all snowdrops.  A lot were daisies and longer stems with very small white buds on them.  Lucy had done a good job there.

awww, this is nice

“I got so preoccupied making the pin for Avery and the earrings for Snowdrop that I sorta didn’t pack much,” Verona said. “I’m going to borrow some of Lucy’s stuff and my mom’s going to want to take me shopping, I bet.”

Getting to see people wearing jewelry you made is fun

All of it over stormy red-and-purple clouds, balloons, and dirigibles.  A train station in light, bright colors, occupied by predominantly young Others, poised over an open, wild, dreamlike sky that was more painting than reality.

this would also make really neat art

“Tashlit,” Verona murmured, pointing, “Meet Zed, Brie, Nicolette, Jessica, Tymon, Liberty, and Fernanda.  I guess Estrella had better things to do?”

oh nice! That's a good mix. Basically everyone they made a positive connection with at the Institute. Glad to see Fernanda sticking around after hanging out with Avery that once. And that they invited Estrella even if she couldn't make it. I wonder if Tymon is mainly here for Lucy?

“This isn’t about the Familiar ritual we’re about to do, but that’s a part of it. This is about attachments, forming bonds, and establishing long-term ties. I’ve been saying for a little while now that I think we need help. We’re willing to make deals if you want to ask for them, but we’d really like your support for what’s coming down the road.”

good to see Avery taking point on this! It will be useful to have these allies, and I think inviting them to the familiar ritual is a nice touch

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A love in excess 

“Suck in your stomach. Make it flat and small. Pull the fabric around your midsection--don’t let them see your stomach. Use a drape to cover the rolls spilling from your sides. Keep your back straight, even if it hurts. Take small sips from the water cup. Tell them you’re on a diet. They will smile. They will love you.”

It’s the season of belly-baring sarees, red and yellow bangles and henna tattoos. Music blares at me from all directions, “I wear the crystal bangles this Teej,” croons the songstress of the latest Teej hit to her cohort of admiring women. Decked in a bright red saree, more gold than skin, she has no spillage. So she is loved. 

There are invites on the kitchen countertops, on top of mother’s vanity table, tucked between unopened bills, there is one that came in just this morning. I count one, two, three and on and on till I reach a number I cannot quite comprehend. There are more invites this year. I get to attend them all, I get to suffer through them all. 

I feel a prickle down my belly, I feel an itch on my skin, I’d scratch at it if not for my nails bitten down to stubs

Who is attending, I ask my mother. Is she coming, I ask. Yes she is, mother replies. You told me she wouldn’t. And her? She is coming too. Mother lists the attendees, my heart sinks at every name. Why that look on your face, she quizzes disapprovingly. You are supposed to love your aunts, they love you so much. Perhaps that is the issue here.

Mother lays out one of her sarees for me to wear. It is a pretty thing---emerald green with golden vines snaking around the borders. It will pair well with the golden studs. It will look good with the juttis Bheema aunty got from Siliguri. I feel a pang of guilt. I did not want her there. 

No more avoiding it, you have to do this. I finally look at the blouse: the velvet of the fabric shimmers in silvers, beads of gold curve around the neckline, a tiny bell hangs from the end of the string to knot on the back. It is stunning. The tailors outdid themselves. It would have looked great on the singer from the TV. On me they will find a hundred different ways to fault it. For the second time, guilt hits me. Soon dread replaces it. It will be nothing you haven’t heard before. It’s longer this year at least, but still stops short where hiding my secrets will require much pulling and pinching. 

If I could suck in all the air into my lungs, if I could squeeze the bigness out of me, I would. I have tried. If I could shrink into smallness. For their love I would. 

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What is the most sold type of jewelry?

Jewelry has always been a symbol of beauty, self-expression, and personal style. Over time, it has evolved into a fashion essential, with pieces that suit every occasion, personality, and budget. But when it comes to sales, what is the most sold type of jewelry in today's fashion world? This question often arises in the minds of buyers and sellers alike.

At Jewellery Hat, the fastest-growing fashion jewelry brand in India, we offer a wide range of stainless steel, anti-tarnish jewelry, including earrings, necklaces, bracelets, and rings. With a lifetime replacement warranty on the polishing of all our pieces, customers trust us for high-quality and long-lasting jewelry. In this blog, we will explore the different types of jewelry and answer the question: What is the most sold type of jewelry?

The Big Four: Earrings, Necklaces, Bracelets, and Rings

Jewelry is usually classified into four major categories: earrings, necklaces, bracelets, and rings. These categories are staples in fashion and each serves a unique role in enhancing personal style. But what is the most sold type of jewelry? Let’s explore each type to find out which reigns supreme in the world of jewelry sales.

1. Earrings – The Universal Favorite

If you're wondering, what is the most sold type of jewelry, the answer is likely earrings. Earrings have a universal appeal and come in countless designs, making them a versatile accessory for people of all ages and style preferences. From simple studs to bold statement pieces, earrings can effortlessly transform any look.

Best-Selling Earring Styles:

Studs: Minimalistic and timeless, these are perfect for everyday wear.

Hoops: A fashionable favorite, offering a mix of elegance and boldness.

Dangling Earrings: Ideal for special occasions, offering an eye-catching flair.

Huggies: Modern and snug-fitting, providing a chic, understated look.

At Jewellery Hat, our anti-tarnish earrings are made from stainless steel, ensuring they are hypoallergenic and long-lasting. Some of our best-selling items include rose gold-plated earrings and silver hoops, both known for their durability and trendy designs. These styles make earrings one of our most sold items, and it's no wonder they are often the answer to what is the most sold type of jewelry.

2. Necklaces – The Statement Maker

When discussing what is the most sold type of jewelry, necklaces hold a significant place. They can be subtle or bold, making them an essential piece in any wardrobe. Whether it's a delicate pendant or a layered statement necklace, this type of jewelry has a high emotional and aesthetic value.

Best-Selling Necklace Styles:

Pendant Necklaces: Simple, elegant, and versatile, pendants are a go-to choice.

Layered Necklaces: A trendy, multi-dimensional look that is perfect for fashion-forward individuals.

Chokers: Short, close-fitting necklaces that add an edgy vibe to any outfit.

Statement Necklaces: Bold, ornate pieces that are often the focal point of an outfit.

Our gold-plated snake chains and Tree of Life necklaces are some of our top-selling pieces at Jewellery Hat. Customers love them for their beauty and functionality, as they are anti-tarnish, water-resistant, and backed by our lifetime replacement warranty. Necklaces are another strong contender in the discussion of what is the most sold type of jewelry, thanks to their versatility and symbolic meaning.

3. Bracelets – The Subtle Enhancer

While they might not be the first answer when asking, what is the most sold type of jewelry, bracelets are still a highly popular choice. A bracelet can be a subtle touch or a statement-making accessory, depending on the style. They can be worn on their own or stacked with other pieces to create a layered look.

Best-Selling Bracelet Styles:

Bangles: These rigid bracelets offer elegance without being overly flashy.

Charm Bracelets: Personalized and meaningful, charm bracelets are often cherished by their owners.

Chain Bracelets: Simple and timeless, chain bracelets are a versatile addition to any jewelry collection.

Cuff Bracelets: Bold, sleek, and modern, cuffs can stand out without being too overpowering.

At Jewellery Hat, our magnetic bracelets featuring charms such as the evil eye or celestial designs have become top sellers. Customers love how these pieces offer both beauty and meaning, making them an excellent gift option. Though bracelets may not top the list when asking what is the most sold type of jewelry, they still remain a popular choice for fashion enthusiasts.

4. Rings – A Symbol of Elegance

Rings have long been associated with commitments, like engagements and weddings. However, in recent years, rings have evolved into a fashion statement that goes beyond tradition. This makes them a frequently asked-about item when people inquire about what is the most sold type of jewelry. Rings are now worn to express personal style, and stackable rings have become especially trendy.

Best-Selling Ring Styles:

Stackable Rings: Thin rings that can be layered for a fashionable, customized look.

Cocktail Rings: Bold and glamorous, these rings make a statement at any event.

Band Rings: Classic and minimalist, perfect for everyday wear.

Solitaire Rings: Simple yet elegant, featuring a single gemstone.

At Jewellery Hat, our trending bird ring has captured the attention of our customers. Made from anti-tarnish stainless steel, this ring is hypoallergenic, water-resistant, and comes in stunning gift packaging. Rings, though often associated with formal commitments, are increasingly popular for daily wear, contributing to their frequent mention when discussing what is the most sold type of jewelry.

What is the Most Sold Type of Jewelry?

After exploring the four main categories, it becomes clear that earrings are consistently the most sold type of jewelry. Earrings have universal appeal, come in a variety of styles, and can be worn on any occasion. Whether it's for everyday wear or a special event, earrings offer the flexibility and beauty that make them a top choice among buyers.

At Jewellery Hat, we’ve observed that our earrings—from heart-shaped earrings to best-selling Masaba earrings—outperform other types of jewelry in terms of sales. This aligns with global trends and supports the answer to the question, what is the most sold type of jewelry.

Why Are Earrings the Most Sold Type of Jewelry?

Versatility: Earrings can be worn with any outfit, from casual to formal.

Affordability: Earrings are often more affordable than other types of jewelry, allowing for frequent purchases.

Giftability: Earrings are a popular gift choice for birthdays, holidays, and special occasions.

Customization: With countless styles, materials, and designs, earrings offer something for everyone, making them a common answer to what is the most sold type of jewelry.

The Jewellery Hat Advantage

As the fastest-growing fashion jewelry brand in India, Jewellery Hat stands out not only for our stylish designs but also for the durability and long-lasting nature of our pieces. Our jewelry is made from stainless steel, which ensures all items are anti-tarnish, water-resistant, and hypoallergenic. The lifetime replacement warranty on the polishing of all our pieces further solidifies our commitment to quality.

Our customers also love the premium gift box packaging, which enhances the unboxing experience. Located in Delhi NCR, we offer pan-India shipping, and due to our rapid growth, we plan to expand globally soon.

Conclusion

In conclusion, when asked, what is the most sold type of jewelry, the clear answer is earrings. They offer a perfect blend of style, affordability, and versatility, making them a top choice for consumers. At Jewellery Hat, we are proud to offer a wide range of earrings, as well as necklaces, bracelets, and rings, all made from stainless steel with anti-tarnish properties and a lifetime replacement warranty.

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The Rich Heritage of Garhwali and Kumaoni Jewellery – Guptaji Jewellers

Uttarakhand is a state located in northern India with beautiful natural and cultural histories to tell; one such history is of its Jewellery making tradition. The ethnic ornamentation sets of Garhwali and Kumaoni which are representations of two large zones, namely Garhwal and Kumaon of Uttarakhand are traditional. These pieces of jewellery are not only a sign on elegance but also as sign of culture and tradition of the state.

For those seeking to explore the timeless beauty of Garhwali and Kumaoni jewellery, Guptaji Jewellers is the perfect destination. Recognized as the Best jewellery showroom in Haridwar, Guptaji Jewellers showcases an exquisite collection of traditional Uttarakhand jewellery that beautifully preserves the region’s rich heritage.

Traditional Jewellery of Uttarakhand

Jewellery holds a special place in Uttarakhand’s culture. The traditional jewellery of Uttarakhand is adorned during significant festivals, weddings, and celebrations. Each piece tells a story of regional artistry, blending history and heritage with intricate designs. Gold and silver are predominantly used in these pieces, and the handcrafted designs carry deep symbolism, representing blessings, prosperity, and social status.

Key pieces of traditional Uttarakhand jewellery include:

Paunje:

snake shaped anklets made of silver that women wear during festive events.

Hansuli:

A large solid shaped like half-moon and worn around the neck by women as style and as an adornment in various cultural activities.

Nath:

The big metallic ring used by the Garhwali and Kumaoni brides to announce that they are married. It is always decorated with pearls and precious stones.

Guloband:

Also, a choker worn as a necklace, which may contain motives and made of gold.

Differences Between Garhwali and Kumaoni Jewellery

Though Garhwali and Kumaoni jewellery share common elements, their designs and craftsmanship are distinct, representing the two regions' unique cultural identities.

Garhwali Jewellery

The Garhwali style of jewellery is massive and are usually studded with many intricate engravings. The pieces are typically more cumbersome and commercially more ornate representing the pompousness of Garhwali culture. The nath in Garhwal is very massive and most elaborated in the work, even enamel work and pearls are incorporated here. The guloband and hansuli in Garhwali jewellery are comparatively bigger as the size shows the richness of the owner. As for Jewellery, they also use Silver ornaments similar to paunje and kardhani, which is a waist chain but these are heavier and have more engravement.

Kumaoni Jewellery

Kumaoni ornaments are on the other hand more detailed and comparatively less heavy in weight then Banarasi ornaments. The pieces of jewellery are fine works, and depicts fusion of social climates of the various areas around Kumaon. Nath worn in the Kumaon region is less in dimension than that of Garhwal Nath; however, the designs are more often done immaculately using the pearls and the precious stones. The timaniya which is a kind of necklace is also famous in Kumaoni jewellery, which is generally prepared with silver and decorated with different patterns. As per Kumaoni traditions men and women both can wear Siroli (ring) and Mangal sutra (bangle) both whereas women can also wear jhumkas (earrings) and chand surya (necklace) made from Silver.

Guptaji Jewellers: Your Destination for Traditional Uttarakhand Jewellery

At Guptaji Jewellers, you will get all kinds of traditional ornament namely Garhwali nath, Kumaoni timaniya and a host of hansuli, guloband and other Uttarakhand ornaments. Their artisans try to espouse the culture of the region in the products that it produces and at the same time, the quality is not compromised.

With decades of experience, Guptaji Jewellers continues to uphold its reputation as the Best jewellery showroom in Haridwar, offering customers a blend of traditional artistry and modern elegance. Visit their website at Guptaji Jewellers to explore their collection and own a piece of Uttarakhand’s rich jewellery heritage.

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