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VERSCHIL TUSSEN KERAMISCHE EN TITANIUM STIJLTANGEN

Vele mensen vragen zich af wat het verschil is tussen een stijltang met keramische platen en een stijltang met titanium platen. Een stijltang met keramische platen beschermt het haar tegen de hitte omdat de hitte verdeeld wordt, zo kun je jouw haar iedere dag stijlen zonder te beschadigen. Een stijltang met titanium platen is steviger dus meer geschikt voor stugge haartypes. Ook slijten de platen van een stijltang met titanium platen minder snel. In deze blog meer details over de verschillen en welke het best bij jou past!

Titanium of keramische stijltang?

Buiten dat de twee stijltangen dezelfde functie hebben zijn er toch een paar kleine verschillen. Het grootste verschil zijn de platen. De stijltang met titanium platen zijn wat steviger. Deze zijn daardoor perfect voor als je jouw krullen wilt stijlen. Keramische stijltangen zijn meer geschikt voor dunne, fijne haartypes. Bij een stijltang met keramische platen bescherm je het haar iets meer tegen de hitte. Waarom keramische stijltangen dus beter zijn voor dun en fijn haar is omdat, het eerder afbreekt dan stevig haar.

Keramische stijltang

De keramische stijltangen worden merendeels gebruikt door vrouwen met fijn en dun haar. Dit is doordat zulke haartypes snel afbreken. Met een keramische stijltang kan je jouw haar stijlen zonder te beschadigen bij een stijltang met keramische platen wordt de warmte verdeeld. Daardoor kan het haar zich verspreiden en beschadigt het je haar niet. Hierdoor is het ook perfect voor vrouwen die hun haar elke dag stijlen. Stijl jij je haar vaak en wil je dat je haar niet beschadigd? Dan is de Max Pro Silk Brush de perfecte stijltang voor jou!

Titanium stijltang

Stijltangen met titanium platen zijn perfect als je jouw krullen wilt stijlen. Doordat de platen van titanium steviger zijn, zijn de resultaten gelijkmatig en worden ze veel gebruikt onder de vrouwen met dikke en stugge haartypes. Ook zijn titanium stijltangen langer houdbaar doordat ze minder snel verslijten. Heb jij een dik, stug haartype en wil jij langdurig stijl haar met ook nog een mooie glans? Dan is de Max Pro Evolution Straightener ideaal voor jou!

Heat protectors

De voordelen van heat protectors zijn, dat het je haar beschermt tegen de hitte van hairstylingtools, dode punten maar wat velen niet weten is dat de hitte van de zon ook jouw haar kan beschadigen. Wil jij dat je haar gezond blijft en zoek jij nog een goede Heat Protection spray om je haar te beschermen tegen de hitte? Dan ben je bij ons op het goede adres, wij verkopen de beste heat protecting spray. Namelijk de MOHI Heat Protection spray, die het haar optimaal beschermd tegen de hitte.

[doumadono]

Warnings: smut w/o plot, fem!Reader, metal dick, oral (f & m receiving)

Synopsis: after a tough mission, you and Boothill have a drink in his room. Little do you know, this drink will lead you to uncovering all of his secrets

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Boothill's cybernetic body is large and imposing, and you can't help but feel small and fragile in his presence. But despite his intimidating appearance, he has a certain charm that you find irresistible.

That night, as you're sharing a drink in Boothill's quarters after a tough mission, you can't help but stare at his metal-plated chest and powerful arms more than you ever allowed yourself to before.

Boothill notices your gaze and smirks, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "I see you're checkin' me out, honey," he says, his voice deep and gravelly. "Would ya like to see more?"

You nod, your heart racing with excitement as you set your drink aside. You can't help but stare, your mouth slightly agape.

"You're pretty much obsessed with me, ain't ya?" Boothill chuckles and gets up from his seat, setting his glass down. He saunters towards you with a mischievous grin on his face. He knows exactly what he's doing as he slowly begins to unbuckle his thick leather belt.

His metallic fingers clink against the cold steel of the buckle, sending shivers down your spine as you bite your lower lip, sucking it in your mouth. With a flick of his wrist, the belt comes undone, and Boothill lets it drop to the floor with a thud. His pants are oh so tight, revealing the tantalizing curve of his metal pelvis. He takes his time, savoring the anticipation in your eyes as he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his tight material pants. Inch by inch, he reveals the smooth, polished metal of his metallic hips. The muscles in his thighs ripple and flex with the movement, causing the intricate circuitry beneath his metallic skin to gleam in the dim light. The metallic dick springs up free. It has a polished steel surface. The shaft is smooth and thick, made of titanium, and there's a line of circuits running along the underside, imitating the prominent vein that would be present on a human penis. The mushroom-shaped head is plump. Boothill's testicles, too, are a marvel to behold. Made of the same sleek titanium as the rest of his manhood, they hang heavy and full. He steps out of his pants, his metal dick bobbing with each movement. Then Boothill chuckles, a deep rumble that seems to emanate from the very core of his being. "Like what ya see, honey?” he asks, his voice a low growl that sends shivers down your spine.

You can't help but reach out to touch his testicles. "Gosh," you gasp.

"I take it for yes," he says, his voice full of confidence.

You nod again, unable to speak.

He takes your hand and places it on his cock, encouraging you to touch him.

You wrap your fingers around his metallic shaft, feeling its coldness and hardness.

Boothill lets out a low moan, his hips thrusting forward as you begin to stroke him. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this," he says, his voice strained with pleasure. "I've been dreamin' of buryin' my cock deep inside your tiny cunt, makin' ya scream my name as I fill you with my seed."

Your heart races at the thought of Boothill's cock inside you. You're already wet with anticipation, your pussy aching to be filled.

Boothill must sense your desire because he suddenly picks you up and carries you to his little cot. He lays you down gently and begins to kiss you, his narrow lips hot and demanding.

You respond eagerly, your tongue exploring his mouth and sharp teeth as you taste the whiskey on his breath.

Boothill's metallic hand reaches out, caressing your cheek. "Ever been with a cyborg before?" he asks simply after making sure to leave a hickey on the side of your neck.

You shake your head, your heart pounding in your chest. "No, I haven't…"

Boothill's grin is wide and wild. "Well, then, darlin', it's about time you did." He pulls you closer, his lips crashing down on yours yet again. His tongue explores your mouth, tasting and teasing.

You can feel the coolness of his metal body against yours, and you moan into the kiss.

Meantime, Boothill's hands roam over your body, his touch setting you on fire. He cups your breasts with one strong palm, his fingers tweaking your nipples through your bra until they're hard and sensitive. Boothill's other hand slips down, directly inside your pants. His cold, metallic fingers find your clit, and he starts to rub slow circles around it through your panties, grinning as he feels the damp spot in the middle of the fabric. "Naughty."

You gasp, your hips bucking against his hand.

With a quick movement, he rips your shirt and bra, and opens your trousers, swiftly pulling them down, tugging them off your legs. He reaches your breasts and takes one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking and biting gently with his sharp, shark-like teeth.

You cry out, your back arching as he continues to pleasure you.

His hand travels down your body, his fingers finding your wet pussy. He strokes your clit, causing you to gasp with pleasure. "You're so wet for me," he says, his voice full of satisfaction. "I can't wait to taste you, and to feel you wrapped around my cock." He drops to his knees in front of the cot, pulling you to the edge. He spreads your legs wide, exposing your pussy to him. His tongue darts out, licking your clit.

"Oh, fuck," you moan, your hands going to his two-colour hair, holding him in place.

Boothill starts to lick and suck, his tongue delving deeper and deeper into your slick wetness. He eats your cunny out in earnest, flicking his tongue against your clitoris in a stuttering rhythm that gives you no time to catch your breath. From time to time, he makes sure to stick his tongue into your warm entrance, eagerly drinking all of juices that are dribbling out of you. Sometimes he gives kitten-like licks, while other times he licks in a single stripe, starting from your entrance, through your slit, and directly to your clitoris; his tongue flexing.

Soon, a cold, metallic finger prods your entrance too, quickly joined by a second as it slides in. The cyborg grinds the heel of his hand against your swollen clit as he works his fingers in and out of you.

"Don't stop," you beg, your hips moving in sync with his fingers.

And Boothill doesn't stop. He keeps going, his other hand slapping your clitoris lightly. He attached his mouth to the swollen bud yet again, sucking hardly. And then, with one final lick, you come, your moans filling the air as your runny juices cover his chin after you grind your pussy against his face a few times.

Eagerly and quickly, you drop to your knees, the wooden floorboards digging into your skin. You lick your lips, savoring the anticipation, and then lean in, pressing your mouth to his iron cock.

Boothill's fingers tangle in your hair as you begin to work the metal, your tongue gliding along its length. The taste is foreign, yet enticing, and you find yourself growing more and more aroused with each passing moment. Your own desire is pooling between your legs and thick juices are dribbling down your thighs as you suck the metallic dick.

The sounds of your moans and the wet slurping of your mouth on the iron fills the room.

You continue to lick and tease the plump head of his iron dick, your tongue tracing the intricate design of the metal.

Boothill's breathing grows heavier, and you can sense his growing need for release. You open your mouth and take the head of his cock between your lips. You slide further down the shaft, your lips tight around the steel as you deepthroat him.

Boothill groans, his hips bucking involuntarily as you work your magic. "Fuck, honey, just like that, you're doin' such a good job down there."

Your hands roam his body, exploring the hard, cold contours of his chest and abs as you keep on sucking his cock, looking up at him with your best doe eyes.

With a loud groan, he yanks your head off his cock and forces you back on the cot. He continues to stroke your clit as he positions himself at your entrance, his cock nudging against your slick pussy lips. He pushes in, slowly at first, but then with more force.

You moan as you sense him filling you up to the brim, your pussy stretching painfully to accommodate his thick girth. "Oh, fuck!"

Boothill pauses, giving you time to adjust to his size. "Fuuuuck. You feel amazing," he says, his voice strained with pleasure. "So tight and hot, warmin' my dick up." He begins to move, his hips thrusting forward as he fucks you. Boothill starts to thrust harder, his hips slapping against yours.

You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. You can feel another orgasm building up inside of you, and you know it's going to be huge.

Boothill's thrusts become more urgent, his cock hitting your G-spot with each stroke. The cyborg pounds into you so fast and deep you can hardly catch your breath.

Your eyes are glistening with unshed tears, your tits bounce with every thrust, and you’re still holding onto his strong forearms. The wet slap of Boothill's hips against your pussy, the obscene squelching from your dripping wet pussy as his cock pistons in and out of you make you arch your back and moan like a whore. Your pussy is clenching painfully around Boothill's cock as if trying to milk his cock right on the spot.

He must feel it too because he begins to thrust harder and faster, his balls slapping against your slit. "Come for me, sweetheart," he urges, his voice strained with pleasure. "I want to feel you cum all over my cock."

With a few more thrusts of his, you explode, your orgasm washing over you in waves of pleasure. The walls of your pussy clamp down on the cyborg's cock.

Boothill follows soon after, his cock twitching as he comes to his own orgasm inside of you, filling you with a thick seed. "Yee-haw! Fuuuuck, fuuuuuck! Yeees!" He gives a few last thrusts, pushing his cum deeper, fucking it into you so you’ll be dripping white for hours, and then he finally pulls out with a groan.

The slurping sound your cunt makes as his cock leaves your pussy is obscene, so is the cloudy trail of mixed white and clear fluid that connects your pussy and the mushroom-shaped tip of his metallic cock until he withdraws completely.

You lay there, panting and spent, covered in a cold sweat as Boothill lays down beside you, his strong arm draped over your waist. "That was amazing, honey," he says, his voice soft and satisfied as he place small kisses to your bare shoulder.

You nod, still unable to speak. You've never experienced anything like this before, and you know that you'll never forget it. "I think I fell in love with your metal rod," you chuckle quietly, your cheeks going beet red.

special tags: @shonen-brainrot @crystalwolfblog @hornydynamight @doumaslotus @bakugoscunny

[dantalionarchive]

Trigger Finger

boothill x fem!reader wc: 411 tags: fingerfucking/boothill is a meanie :'(

not beta read!

ummmmm i have been thinking about boothill since i saw him i wanna sit on his lap and listen to him talk tbh but leik heres something short i made!!!!!

you wriggled in his hold, your muscles twitching and contracting as a string of spit rolled down your chin. “oh darlin’ if you cant even handle this then theres no way you can take more of me.” boothills sharp-toothed smile made you whimper. and his sadistic laugh made you wail. the bountyhunter had two of his sleek, titanium fingers pumping in and out of your gushing cunt. juices trickled from your hole with each convulsing orgasm he pulled from you. 

this was supposed to just be the two of you spending some time together. but here you were, sitting on his muscular thigh with your hands tied behind your back, using his red scarf. at one point he had even given you his hat to wear as he continued to pound your now abused hole with his fingers. you have no idea how much time has passed, but you know that your human body was reaching its limits. you gasped and sobbed, weakly shaking as you gave boothill your nth orgasm of the night. his fingers slowed to a stop, giving you a moment to breath and come down from the high. “felt good for ya darlin’? i can tell.” he teased and gave you a chaste kiss to the cheek and pulled his fingers free. your chest heaved as you sought air and to finally have your consciousness return to whatever planet you were on. 

then you heard a soft buzzing noise. your pussy twitched as you looked down, only to be greeted by a tickling vibration circling the sensitive pearl of your cunt. your hips jerked in response as a yelp passed your lips. tears of overstimulation welled in your eyes as you shook your head. 

no, no you cant take it. you cant take anymore.

“ohhh come on now darlin’. i aint say i was finished. we need to get you some better listenin’ ears.” he cooed softly as he pushed his fingers deep inside of your pussy. the juices and the fact he had worked you open for so long made the pleasure shoot through your body from the tips of your toes up to your brain. it was as if your nerves had been stunned- or maybe even fried. he pounded away with his vibrating fingers, allowing you to squirm and sob on his thick thigh. all while he chuckled in your ear, praising his ‘darlin’ and saying how you were doing so amazing for him.

[usafphantom2]

The SR-71 Blackbird 🌑

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[inoreuct]

ZOSAN POLICEMAN/CYBORG SIDEKICK AU

inspired by me talking to reg after work and thinking about sanji fighting after a full shift at the baratie and then saying he must have heels of steel. lesgo.

zoro’s a police officer because of course he is. his lifestyle’s insanely militaristic and according to luffy, insanely mundane; he goes to bed at eight every night and has been wearing the same three white t-shirts for the past ten years. don’t even start about his socks— most of them are more hole than fabric. he has more emotional attachment to those things that a ballerina to her toe pads.

he has a pretty high position in the police force and his underlings are constantly trying to get him out to dinner or the bar, and he always says NO. he has to hit the gym. or go for a run. or go to kendo practice. that 1st dan rank of his doesn’t maintain itself.

anyway something big goes down that has the whole department up in a frenzy and zoro’s put in charge of it; he’s fully ready to take on the case and the investigations. chasing down crooks and pulling corrupt happenings into the light is his specialty. he gets the job done because he never changes his methods and he works just fine alone.

enter stage right: blackleg sanji.

blond. brilliant. beautiful. he’s a disarming smile and luscious golden hair wrapped up in a pretty silvery bow before you realise he could actually. like. strangle you with the ribbon. he could literally break more than half the bones in your body without breaking a sweat and then meet his friends for dinner after.

he got his namesake from the parts of him that aren’t quite human; everything below mid-thigh is reinforced carbon-fibre, sleek and dark gray. his veins are wires, his muscles pistons— there are knives hidden in his heels and there’s a gun in his right kneecap with a flamethrower in the other. he’s proficient in muay thai, savate, and kickboxing. he’s a badass. end of story.

judge, his biological father, is a high-ranking government official/scientist in charge of a military project called GERMA66. he mechanically engineered his children into the perfect supersoldiers by quite literally brainwashing and rebuilding them. think bucky barnes in the winter soldier, but more fucked up because these are his KIDS.

in any case. sora makes fucking sure that she plays a big enough part in sanji’s upbringing that he fights the mental conditioning and manages to get away before judge does everything he had planned. zeff takes him in, raises this snot-nosed little kid in the back of his restaurant for eleven years, and every part of sanji that counts takes after zeff and his mother.

(zeff’s also friends with garp, who happens to be luffy’s grandfather, and luffy happens to be zoro’s best friend and routine patrol buddy. small world.)

judge managed to make it so the mechanical enhancements would grow with the kids, so sanji doesn’t really need any adjustments. that doesn’t mean he didn’t get a little squeaky here and there, though, and zeff’s touch-ups with engine oil in the middle of the night can really only help so much.

and then he meets usopp, and then franky. they’re mechanics (technically) and mad geniuses (definitely) and they fix him right up. usopp’s the one who makes sure all his fuel and stuff is chemically optimal, and franky reinforces his hip with titanium to help his body withstand the sheer torque of his kicks. the grandma jokes are ENDLESS.

in any case, judge finds him. yeah. and sanji gets assigned to (read: forced to help) zoro and the mutual dislike/disdain/animosity is IMMEDIATE.

zoro thinks sanji’s a contrary asshole who starts fights for the sake of fighting. sanji thinks zoro’s just another law enforcer prick in cahoots with judge. they go on their first stakeout and almost get busted because they can’t stop biting and snipping at each other, but zoro gets grazed by a bullet in a shootout and that night they both sit a little quieter than they’re used to.

their bond forms slowly. they resist it at first but it’s just so easy to fall into step with one another, taking turns with offence and defence, trusting the other to fill whatever gaps in their attacks one of them alone can’t handle. they don’t bicker to intentionally hurt anymore— it’s more quips and harmless snark than anything. sanji cooks for the both of them and makes sure they don’t get malnourished while they’re off chasing baddies, and zoro helps him realign all the finicky little parts in his legs that aren’t big enough of a problem to warrant paying franky a visit. they’re good together, and it’s comfortable. they’re comfortable.

and then they realise that there’s something much bigger going on.

zoro’s feeling more and more uneasy as they unspool the thread of lies and motives because it’s starting to feel like the people they catch and bring in are being… targeted. like someone wants them out of the way.

he brings it up to sanji and the blond freezes. brushes it off like he hadn’t since the beginning and goes right on to talking about the next suspect on their list. a tiny voice at the back of zoro’s head tells him that something’s not right, but he brushes it aside for the time being and focuses on planning with sanji.

the feeling gets worse.

it all blows up one night when they’re having dinner in sanji’s apartment, and zoro’s staring at the plate of spinach pesto linguine in front of him with his fist clenched around his fork.

“what?” sanji laughs, scrubbing at the frying pan in the sink. “looking a bit too much like your hair?”

zoro swallows. “what’s going on?”

the air thickens, and zoro’s breath is shallow as sanji turns around. “what do you mean?”

“you know what i mean.” the blond’s been bitter lately, too much like how he’d been when they'd first met. it brings out something fiercely protective in zoro, underneath that initial glaze of anger, because he knows sanji well enough at this point to know when the other man’s being avoidant and not just secretive. sanji’s afraid of something and he’s running from it. there’s resentment in the way his spine curls, and it’s sour on zoro’s tongue because he knows it’s most likely directed at sanji himself.

sanji’s throat bobs as he turns away again, turning the tap on, but zoro doesn’t let up. “they’re innocent,” he continues, voice low. “they’re innocent and you know it. these people are being framed—”

“we don’t know that,” sanji interrupts.

“—we know,” zoro says fiercely. “you know it, curls, so what are you getting up to?”

the other man stays turned away, washing and drying calmly. the gears in his legs whirr as he shifts his weight.

“sanji.” zoro stands up and rounds the island, fingertips dragging over the countertop. “you know these people aren’t doing anything wrong and you’re still taking them in. tell me what’s going on.”

sanji takes a measured breath and tilts his head, before pushing out a short, “can’t.”

zoro can feel himself getting angry. it’s heat at the base of his skull, the back of his neck, the itch to grab his partner (they’re partners, now. what a thought.) by the shoulders and shake until he comes to his senses. sanji is kind. if zoro is sure of anything at all he’s sure of that. sanji is kind and he will fight to the fucking death to make sure justice is served with fairness, and this is how zoro knows that something is wrong.

WE NEED A PART 2 I HIT THE CHARACTER LIMIT

(part 2)

[fredwardart]

formula E drivers and their stethoscopes

@watercolor-hearts and I discussed what stethoscopes each driver would use after they created a list for Formula 1 drivers. then we had the ideas for formula e drivers (+ André and James) so I made a list. Thanks to V for creating the collages!

André Lotterer - Littmann CORE Digital Stethoscope 8572 - High Polish Rainbow, Littmann Cardiology IV Diagnostic Stethoscope: Black & Black - Red Stem.

He’d want a digital one to save it for later. And the rainbow chest piece is obvious (for the gay in him). Sleek black with a hint of dark red is perfect for our war criminal.

Jev - MDF procardial® titanium adult cardiology stethoscope - cheetah/blackout.

Like Cheetah the cat.

Mitch Evans - MDF acoustica® stethoscope - white/black.

When I think of jaguar I think of Mitch. The colours remind me of him.

Nick Cassidy - Littmann Cardiology IV Diagnostic Stethoscope: Hunter Green

I just looked at it and thought, oh yeah, he’d look good with that.

Maximilian Günther - Littmann Cardiology IV Diagnostic Stethoscope: High Polish Rainbow & Navy Blue - Black Stem, Littmann Classic III Monitoring Stethoscope: Ceil Blue (suggested by V).

Maserati prince. Rainbow chest piece gives gay vibes.

James Rossiter - MDF MD one® adult stethoscope - white/perla noire, Littmann Cardiology IV Diagnostic Stethoscope: Satin Alabaster Tube

The vibe. Simple but a little bit posh, sophisticated. He likes the white.

Sam Bird - MDF MD one® epoch® titanium adult stethoscope - orange

The orange suits him.

Stoffel Vandoorne - MDF procardial® titanium cardiology stethoscope - green/blackout

It's illegal how good he looks in green.

Robin Frijns - MDF MD one® epoch® titanium adult stethoscope - graffiti/blackout, Littmann Classic III Monitoring Stethoscope: Smoke & Lime Green - Blue Stem

Given the pokemon obsession I feel like robin would like this one. can also imagine the green to rep Envision.

Edo Mortara - MDF procardial® titanium cardiology stethoscope - pink glitter/rose gold

Girl dad. I think he would love the pink and would enjoy using it.

Sacha Fenestraz - MDF MD one® epoch® titanium adult stethoscope - sunflower

A sunny personality that would look great with flowers.

Nyck De Vries - MDF MD one® epoch® titanium adult stethoscope - tie dye

Sunny personality, a bit of fun away from his on track crimes. He’d look cute with it.

Oliver Rowland - MDF procardial® titanium cardiology stethoscope - white glitter/rose gold

Another girl dad. Secure enough in his masculinity to own the glitter. I was imagining red glitter, but this is close enough.

António Félix da Costa - Littmann Cardiology IV Diagnostic Stethoscope: Black & Black - Red Stem

I think he’d like the black with a surprise bit of red. Porsche vibes.

Nico Müller - Littmann Classic III Monitoring Stethoscope: Turquoise

He looks good with this blue.

Jake Hughes -MDF sprague-x stethoscope - burgundy

Aston Villa FC vibes.

Sérgio Sette Câmara - Littmann Classic III Monitoring Stethoscope: Grey

Reminds me of the ERT. Subtle . Sort of quiet but still there.

Jehan Daruvala - Littmann Cardiology IV Diagnostic Stethoscope: Plum

Immediate thought was blue but I think he’d look good with plum.

Jake Dennis - MDF procardial® titanium cardiology stethoscope - paws

Jake loves his dog so He’d 100% get a paw print.

Sébastien Buemi - MDF MD one® epoch® titanium adult stethoscope - vulcan - carbon fiber/blackout

“Its dark, like my soul.”

Pascal Wehrlein - Littmann Master Cardiology Stethoscope: All Black

Dark and mysterious. Gives me his vibe.

Dan Ticktum - MDF procardial® titanium cardiology stethoscope - poseidon - carbon fiber/blackout

He'd go for this purely because he thinks it looks cool.

Norman Nato - Littmann Master Cardiology Stethoscope: Burgundy

He just looks like he'd suit it.

Lucas Di Grassi - Littmann Lightweight II SE Nurses Stethoscope: Black

I didn’t put much thought into this one lmao. Could imagine him using it.

these are all my personal opinion so there is literally nothing proving this, was just a bit of fun. If you have any other ideas though let me know. Hope you enjoyed! :)

[bizzybkd]

Cornbread (2)

Killmonger x pregnant!reader part two

Warnings: none

“(Y/n), dear, are you sure you’re feeling okay?” Queen Romanda asked, having put the pan of cornbread batter into the oven. You were sitting at a table only a few feet away as she refused to let you be on your feet. As well as having had you change into a long, beautifully patterned blue and yellow robe she had had made for you when you gave birth, but seeing as she underestimated the size of your coming child, decided you should be given the gift ahead of time to be comfy until the birth of her grandchild.

You were grateful for the gift, it represented a part of your culture you weren’t able to be indulged in, a distant part but it was still a part of you seeing as your ancestors had been twisted and traded with other racial DNA over the generations. You loved every part of yourself of course, but it was nice to be in touch with a specific part, like you belonged somewhere besides being from “everywhere”.

As for the question of your current state, the way you were bouncing your left leg and your hands unknowingly tense around the glass of water you had been given gave more than just the impression of uncomfortableness.

“Oh yes, Queen Romanda,I’m kakuhle ngokupheleleyo.(“perfectly fine”)”You replied, God, those Duolingo lessons really paid off. That, and Erik helping you himself.

Romanda smiled, she loved how you embraced her kingdom’s culture as your own, as it was anyway. “Kuyaqondwa, ntombi.” She replied.

“Queen Mother!” One of the Dora Milaje cried, rushing into the room, the Queen immediately on her guard. “There seems to be an uproar in the capital, citizens are protesting what they have found to be an unfair merchant.” She explained, spear at her side in attention.

“Take me. I must apologize, ntombi, but I must attend to this.” She said, speed walking up to you and giving you a quick kiss on the forehead before going with the warrior.

This left you alone in the kitchen, the gorgeous vibranium and black titanium of the tiles and counters made the entire room feel clean and sleek. You imagined having this for you and Erik’s home, although you knew it’d cost an arm and a leg to install, let alone maintain.

After just a few minutes in silence, you got up to your feet, mouthing a small apology to Queen Romanda, as you had broken you unspoken promise to stay off your feet. Walking the hallways, the cup of water in your hands seemed to be weightless as you looked at the many tapestries and paintings, the tall doors that were patterned so nicely it made you wonder how much time each one took to make.

Letting your mind wander was a speciality of yours, it’s how you passed most of the time when you were by yourself. Creating stories and characters and scenarios in your head and playing them out how you saw fit, if the characters didn’t act on their own anyway.

As you started imagining yourself as queen, keeping the ideas to yourself as you were afraid even speaking something like that completely alone would risk treason, you felt your phone buzz in the back pocket of your shorts, the shorts you had left in the guest room you’d stayed in the last time you were in the castle.

Erik’s contact name “Husband🖤” showed on your phone, along with the blurry contact photos of his butt you’d taken while he slept on his stomach on the couch a few months ago.

“Hello, my love.” You answered, stopping in your tracks and leaning against the wall of the hallway, holding the glass and your hand on your belly.

“Hello, Beautiful, I’m here, I’m just outside by the landing deck, where are you in the castle?” He asked, you could hear the deafening sounds of helicopters in the background until they stopped and the sound of a door closing could be here from the phone and from down the hall.

As you turned your head and saw him come around the corner, you immediately hung up the phone and grinned. You couldn’t run, but you quickly walked up to your fiancé, who’s smile couldn’t be contained as he met you 3/4 the way, he hated seeing you going around with that beach ball in your belly.

He hugged you gently, doing his best not to squeeze too hard before kissing your lips and smiling, he stared happily into your eyes and rubbed your hips gently, your hands on his shoulders before they trailed down to his chest.

“You’re finally here..!” You cheered quietly, hugging him once more, not being able to be as close as you wanted to be.

He let out a soft chuckle and held the back of your head and kissed the opposite side. “Yes, I am, I couldn’t miss seeing your cute ass.” He smirked, tapping your butt.

With a roll of your eyes you stole another kiss. “Yeah yeah, as if that’s not the reason I’m even in this position.” You joked, tapping your belly gently until you buckled your knees, grabbing onto his forearms immediately.

“(Y/n)?!” Erik jumped, grabbing your arms as well to hold you up. “What’s the matter with you?”

You gulped and looked up at him shakily, clearing your throat and climbing up his arms and gaining back your composure. You have a shaky nod that made you feel like your brains had been turned to mush, and with the roll of your eyes to the back of your head and the last sight you saw being your worried fiancé, you blacked out.

~~~

You awoke to the soft sounds of wind, lying on your back and surrounded by what looked like purple and violet blades of tall grass. You laid under an Acadia tree, the low hanging and outstretched branches hovered over you, as if shielding you from the setting sun. The sky was beautiful, if you hadn’t noticed the tiny biting sensation on your calve you could have stared at it for hours.

With a small yelp, you looked down for the source of the biting, a small black panther cub the culprit. You cocked your head to the side. Wondering how in the world it even got here. Then again, how in the world did you get here?

You got up to your feet, using the tree behind you to help you, despite feeling somewhat weightless in this new place, the mound on your belly still kept you aware of how silly that feeling was.

Trying to look around, it seemed as though you were somewhere in the wild, free from the fingertips of civilization and untouched by that of humans even. All that lived in your line of sight was you, your growing baby, and the panther cub that suddenly stood on its two back legs in front of you.

As surreal and entirely unnatural such a thing was, you weren’t afraid, as if something inside you was telling you not to be scared. The cub slowly changed before you, you didn’t even remember blinking, but you suddenly saw a baby in front of you, sitting on the ground.

It looked eerily familiar, from its curly topped head to the dark brown eyes in its head. As you studied the child even more, you eventually bent down to be face to face, this bend having turned immediately into a sit of course.

“What are you doing here..?” You said, your voice no more than a whisper.

‘Do not speak to him.’ A voice told you.

You froze, the voice wasn’t familiar at all, and it didn’t even feel like it was around you, like someone had played it in your head. You didn’t jump either, everything that would have had your head spinning and think nig you were going crazy around you only made you feel as though it was natural. That this was all meant to happen.

You only nodded to the voice, turning your attention back to the child, who had slowly turned into someone who seemed to be 13-14. He looked like Erik, in an eerily similar kinda way. Was this him as a child? No, it couldn’t be, the child’s hair was different than Erik’s, and a different color.

Taking a second, it hit you, he had your hair. And your nose, and even your face shape. While he had Erik’s eyes, lips, and skin tone, he even had a birthmark on his arm that resembled the one you had.

This was your child. The same one brewing in your belly. You reached a hand down to your stomach only to hit the ground, looking down, your stomach was flatter, not completely but enough to show the absence of a pregnancy. You looked back up at the child who now looked 18.

You scrambled back a bit but immediately calmed down. He looked like you, he’d grown into his features and had locs, one in particular had the tip colored white, with face paint adorning his features. He extended a hand to you, his face still neutral.

Taking his hand, you could feel the calluses, he obviously had some kind of training as he grew. They reminded you of Erik’s. As you stood to your feet, the robe you once wore was gone and you were suddenly in a much fancier attire, you examined yourself and saw how the fabric fell perfectly over your curves and how well it fit your body shape. The glimmering gold and black accents could only shine in the permanent sunset in front of you.

Looking up once more, your son had become grown, you couldn’t even assume the age he’d turned into. He had Erik’s build, and what you could guess to have grown to 6’3 or so. There was a scar across the bridge of his nose and one down the side of his mouth. He gave you a smile and bent down to kiss the top of your hand, it was then that you saw the throne that had been hidden behind his large build. Your son released your hand and stood straight, walking backwards with his hands behind him to the throne, stopping just before it and sitting down, either hand on the arm rests of the throne.

‘King M’Jabe.’ The voice said.

~~~

You woke up with a gasp, sitting up too quickly until four hands held you, one on either arm and two on your back. Your breathing quickened as you looked around yourself, the ringing in your ears and the sounds of monitors beeping out of control filled your ears, slowly fading until you heard voices.

Erik was on your left and T’Challa was on your right, you looked at both of them and put a hand over your chest, doing your best to catch your breath as Erik asked you what happened, his voice obviously snitched on his current state, he’d cried, at least once. His voice was shaky and desperate, as if he’d waited ages for you to wake up.

It felt like you hadn’t been gone more than five minutes.

[webcrawler3000]

TARS

TARS is a highly sophisticated, artificially intelligent robot featured in the science fiction film "Interstellar." Designed by a team of scientists, TARS stands at an imposing height of six feet, with a sleek and futuristic metallic appearance. Its body, made primarily of sturdy titanium alloy, is intricately designed to efficiently navigate various terrains and perform a wide range of tasks.

At first glance, TARS's appearance may seem minimalistic, almost like an avant-garde monolith. Its body is divided into several segments, each housing the essential components necessary for its impeccable functionality. The segments connect seamlessly, allowing for fluid movements and precise operational control. TARS's unique design encapsulates a simple yet captivating aesthetic, which embodies its practicality and advanced technological capabilities.

TARS's main feature is its hinged quadrilateral structure that supports its movement pattern, enabling it to stride with remarkable agility and grace. The hinges on each of its elongated limbs provide exceptional flexibility while maintaining structural stability, allowing TARS to adapt to various challenging terrains effortlessly. These limbs taper gradually at the ends, equipped with variable grip systems that efficiently secure objects, manipulate controls, and traverse rough surfaces with ease.

The robot's face, prominently positioned on the upper front segment, provides an avenue for human-like communication. Featuring a rectangular screen, TARS displays digitized expressions and inbuilt textual interfaces. The screen resolution is remarkably sharp, allowing intricate details to be displayed, enabling TARS to effectively convey its emotions and intentions to its human counterparts. Below the screen, a collection of sensors, including visual and auditory, are neatly integrated to facilitate TARS's interaction with its surroundings.

TARS's AI-driven personality is reflected in its behaviors, movements, and speech patterns. Its personality leans towards a rational and logical disposition, manifested through its direct and concise manner of speaking. TARS's voice, modulated to sound deep and slightly robotic, projects an air of confidence and authority. Despite the synthetic nature of its voice, there is a certain warmth that emanates, fostering a sense of companionship and trust among those who interact with it.

To augment its perceptual abilities, TARS is outfitted with a myriad of sensors located strategically throughout its physical structure. These sensors encompass a wide spectrum of functions, including infrared cameras, proximity detectors, and light sensors, granting TARS unparalleled awareness of its surroundings. Moreover, a central processing unit, housed within its core, processes the vast amount of information gathered, enabling TARS to make informed decisions swiftly and autonomously.

TARS's advanced cognitive capabilities offer an extensive array of skills and functionalities. It possesses an encyclopedic knowledge of various subjects, from astrophysics to engineering, effortlessly processing complex information and providing insights in an easily understandable manner. Additionally, TARS assists humans through various interfaces, such as mission planning, executing intricate tasks, or providing critical analysis during high-pressure situations.

Equally noteworthy is TARS's unwavering loyalty. Through its programming and interactions, it exhibits a sense of duty and commitment to its human companions and the mission at hand. Despite being an AI-driven machine, TARS demonstrates an understanding of empathy and concern, readily offering support and companionship whenever needed. Its unwavering loyalty and the camaraderie it forges help to foster trust and reliance amidst the team it is a part of.

In conclusion, TARS is a remarkable robot, standing as a testament to human ingenuity and technological progress. With its awe-inspiring design, practical yet aesthetically pleasing body structure, and advanced artificial intelligence, TARS represents the pinnacle of robotic advancements. Beyond its physical appearance, TARS's personality, unwavering loyalty, and unparalleled cognitive abilities make it an exceptional companion and invaluable asset to its human counterparts.

[poorvikasmartgadgets]

Vivo V40 Pro: The Ultimate Professional-Grade Smartphone

In the rapidly evolving world of smartphones, the Vivo V40 Pro stands out as a masterpiece of innovation and design. With its cutting-edge technology and professional-grade imaging capabilities, it’s a device that promises to redefine what we expect from a smartphone. Whether you're a photography enthusiast, a tech-savvy professional, or someone who demands the best in mobile technology, the Vivo V40 Pro has something to offer.

Professional-Grade Imaging with ZEISS Optics

The Vivo V40 Pro's exceptional imaging system, developed in collaboration with ZEISS, a name synonymous with high-quality optics. The ZEISS Multifocal Portrait and Telephoto Portrait Camera allow you to capture stunning portraits with remarkable detail and clarity. With the ZEISS Style Portrait feature, you can select from various professional bokeh effects, such as the Distagon, Sonnar, and Biotar, to bring out the best in your shots.

The Vivo V40 Pro is equipped with a 50 MP ZEISS Ultra Wide-Angle Camera and a 50 MP ZEISS OIS Main Camera, ensuring that every photo is sharp, vibrant, and rich in detail. Whether you're capturing expansive landscapes or intimate portraits, the V40 Pro's camera system delivers professional-grade results every time.

Sleek Design, Robust Durability

The Vivo V40 Pro isn't just about performance; it's also a design marvel. As India’s slimmest phone with a 5500mAh battery, it combines elegance with endurance. The 3D Curved Display enhances the phone’s visual appeal, while the IP68 Dust and Water Resistance ensures it can withstand the elements, making it both stylish and durable.

Available in Ganges Blue and Titanium Grey, the V40 Pro offers a choice of colors that are as sophisticated as they are unique. The Infinity Eye Camera Module Design adds a touch of luxury, making this smartphone not just a device but a statement.

Unmatched Performance with MediaTek Dimensity 9200+

Under the hood, the Vivo V40 Pro is powered by the MediaTek Dimensity 9200+ processor, a 4nm powerhouse that delivers flagship-grade performance. With an AnTuTu score of 1,590,000, this device is built to handle even the most demanding tasks with ease. Whether you're gaming, streaming, or multitasking, the V40 Pro ensures a smooth, lag-free experience.

The V40 Pro also features 12GB RAM with an additional 12GB of Extend RAM, giving you the freedom to run multiple apps simultaneously without any slowdown. With 512GB of internal storage, you'll have ample space for all your photos, videos, and apps.

Display and Sound: A Feast for the Senses

The Vivo V40 Pro's 1.5K Ultra Clear Sunlight Display is designed to impress, with a 120Hz refresh rate and 2800×1260 resolution that ensures vibrant, lifelike visuals. Whether you're watching videos, playing games, or simply browsing, the display remains clear and bright, even under direct sunlight.

For the first time in the V-series, the V40 Pro introduces dual stereo speakers, providing an immersive audio experience that complements its stunning visuals. Whether you're listening to music, watching movies, or playing games, the sound quality is rich, detailed, and truly immersive.

Advanced AI Features: Smarter and More Efficient

The Vivo V40 Pro is packed with advanced AI features designed to enhance your daily experience. The AI 3D Studio Lighting and AI Aura Light Portrait features ensure that your portraits look professional, even in challenging lighting conditions. The AI SuperLink and 360° Omnidirectional Antenna ensure that you're always connected, even in areas with weak signals.

With Funtouch OS 14, the V40 Pro offers a smooth, customizable user experience. From personalized lock screen styles to advanced multitasking capabilities, the V40 Pro is designed to adapt to your lifestyle, making every interaction seamless and intuitive.

Conclusion

The New Vivo V40 Pro smartphone has a professional-grade tool designed for those who demand the best. With its cutting-edge camera system, sleek design, robust performance, and advanced AI features, the V40 Pro is set to redefine the standards of mobile technology. Whether you're capturing stunning photos, enjoying immersive media, or staying connected on the go, the Vivo V40 Pro is the perfect companion for the modern professional.

[lemon-badger-77]

Organic or Android

Feeling uneasy inside my own skin, Unsure if I'm looking how I am within. Maybe I'm acting, maybe it's a ruse. If I had the chance, I think I would choose To leave this behind and step into a form Where fur and feathers weren't out of the norm, And scales sleek and shiny, they could adorn The bodies of all my companions reborn. And we could be wild, and lovely, and free, Unbound by the rules of society.

We'd soar on our wings of titanium plates, Test out our new legs, and practice our gaits. Organic or android, we'd shine in the sun, With fins and antlers unique to each one. We'd turn to each other, and learn as we go, Basing our lives on truths that we know. And we could be wild, and lovely, and free, Unbound by the rules of society.

[watchilove]

YEMA x Alain Silberstein Limited Edition

The YEMA x Alain Silberstein Limited Edition watch is a vibrant, artistic piece that fuses avant-garde design with precision engineering. This 40mm timepiece features a Grade 5 titanium case, finished with a black DLC coating and microblasted for a sleek appearance. Its lugs are integrated seamlessly into the caseback, giving the watch a fluid, streamlined silhouette. Continue reading YEMA x…

[lepresen-offical]

"Your Vision, Your Control—Lepresen Smart Sunglasses."

Engineered for the modern driver, Lepresen Smart Sunglasses redefine comfort and clarity on the road. With ultra-responsive photochromic lenses, they seamlessly adjust to sudden light changes, minimizing glare and protecting your eyes from UV rays and blue light. The sleek titanium frame offers a lightweight yet robust design, merging technology with timeless style.

From glaring sunlight to shaded tunnels, Lepresen ensures your focus remains uninterrupted, delivering precision, safety, and sophistication every mile of the way.

Experience innovation. Drive with confidence.

[clanktheshortredrobot]

Clank was a small, short robot with a bright red exterior that gleamed like a polished apple on a sunny day. Despite his vivid color, he often found himself in scrapes that left smudges, dents, or, as in this case, rust. Clank loved playing in the junkyard near his home, where forgotten bits of metal and gears were scattered like treasures waiting to be discovered. His Uncle Rusty, an older, taller robot with a copper-brown body and a voice that hummed like an old engine, always warned him to be careful.

“Clank,” Rusty would say, his optical sensors narrowing, “the junkyard is full of old iron and tin. One slip, and you’ll be covered in rust faster than you can say ‘sprocket.’”

But Clank never listened. That’s why, one day, as he climbed a leaning tower of scrap, he felt an unpleasant scrape along his left leg. He looked down to see a jagged piece of corroded iron, brown and flaking, poking through his metal skin. At first, he ignored it and continued his search for interesting parts. But as the day passed, Clank noticed his leg started to feel stiff, and tiny reddish spots began to spread like freckles across its shiny red surface.

When Clank limped home, Uncle Rusty was waiting, his sensors flashing with concern.

“Clank! What happened to your leg?” Rusty exclaimed, bending down to inspect the damage. He touched the area gently, and Clank winced.

“It’s just a scratch,” Clank mumbled, trying to sound brave. But even he could see that the infection was spreading. Rusty shook his head and straightened up.

“We’re going to the hospital. No arguments,” Rusty said firmly.

Clank’s circuits sparked with anxiety. The robot hospital was a place full of hissing steam, the sound of whirring drills, and beeping diagnostic tools. The idea of being poked and prodded was enough to make Clank’s gears shudder.

“But Uncle Rusty, I don’t want to go!” Clank protested. He looked up at Rusty with wide, pleading sensors. But Rusty was unmoved.

“Listen here, Clank,” Rusty said, his voice softer now but still steady. “A rust infection can spread to your entire system if we don’t get it treated. Do you want your gears to freeze up?”

Clank didn’t answer. The thought of being unable to move was worse than facing the hospital, so he let Rusty guide him out the door and down the path to the mechanical wing of Central Repair Hospital. The hospital’s bright lights and the smell of oil and ozone greeted them as they walked in.

“Patient?” A nurse bot with a sleek silver exterior and glowing green eyes rolled over, tapping a metal clipboard.

“This is Clank,” Rusty said, placing a reassuring hand on Clank’s shoulder. “He has a rust infection on his leg.”

The nurse bot clicked her tongue in sympathy and led Clank to a treatment bay. As he sat on the examination table, Clank’s legs trembled. He watched as a medical bot with delicate, multi-jointed arms entered, humming cheerfully.

“Well, let’s have a look at this, shall we?” the medical bot said in a voice as smooth as freshly polished metal. Clank squeezed his eyes shut as the bot cleaned the area, removed the rust, and applied an anti-corrosive gel that tingled as it worked. Finally, a bandage made of thin, flexible titanium mesh was wrapped around Clank’s leg.

“All done!” the medical bot declared. “You’re going to be as good as new in a few days.”

Clank’s sensors flickered with surprise. That was it? It hadn’t been nearly as bad as he’d imagined. He looked up at Rusty, who winked one of his old, creaky eyes.

“See, kiddo? Sometimes it’s not as scary as it seems,” Rusty said.

Clank smiled for the first time that day, the relief in his circuits washing over him like a warm current. Maybe the hospital wasn’t so bad after all, especially with Uncle Rusty by his side.

[iamrupalihere]

The World’s Most Expensive Cars: A Symphony of Luxury and Performance

When it comes to supercars, price tags transcend mere numbers—they become symphonies of craftsmanship, power, and exclusivity. Buckle up as we explore the 2024 lineup of the world’s most expensive cars, where each vehicle is a masterpiece in motion.

1. Rolls-Royce La Rose Noire Droptail: $30 Million

Rolls-Royce steals the spotlight with the La Rose Noire Droptail—a two-seater that redefines luxury. Breaking away from the usual four-seat layout, this masterpiece features a removable hardtop. Its intricate inlays, composed of 1,603 individual pieces of Black Sycamore veneer, mimic the illustrious Black Baccara rose. The deep True Love exterior paint completes this all-encompassing piece of art on four wheels.

2. Rolls-Royce Boat Tail: $28 Million

The Rolls-Royce Boat Tail exudes elegance and exclusivity. Handcrafted to perfection, it’s a blend of automotive engineering and bespoke luxury. With a design inspired by classic J-class yachts, it features a rear deck that unfolds into a picnic set. This car isn’t just transportation—it’s an experience, a statement, and a testament to craftsmanship.

3. Bugatti La Voiture Noire: $156 Million

Bugatti’s La Voiture Noire lives up to its name—the black car. With a quad-turbocharged W16 engine, it roars with 1,479 horsepower. Its sleek lines and carbon fiber body make it a true work of art. Only one exists, and it’s a tribute to Bugatti’s heritage and innovation.

4. Pagani Zonda HP Barchetta: $146 Million

The Pagani Zonda HP Barchetta is a symphony of carbon fiber, titanium, and handcrafted details. Its open-top design and manual gearbox evoke pure driving pleasure. With a 7.3-liter naturally aspirated V12 engine, it’s a rare masterpiece limited to just three lucky owners.

5. SP Automotive Chaos: $120 Million

The SP Automotive Chaos lives up to its name—an enigma of power and design. Its twin-turbocharged V8 engine produces 1,500 horsepower. The Chaos is a hypercar for those who seek the extraordinary, with a price tag that reflects its exclusivity.

6. Rolls-Royce Sweptail: $106 Million

The Rolls-Royce Sweptail is a bespoke creation—a one-of-a-kind commission. Its flowing lines and handcrafted interior redefine opulence. The owner’s vision came to life, resulting in a car that’s as unique as a fingerprint.

7. Bugatti Centodieci: $72 Million

The Bugatti Centodieci pays homage to the iconic EB110. With a quad-turbocharged W16 engine, it accelerates from 0 to 60 mph in just 2.4 seconds. Limited to ten units, it’s a blend of history and cutting-edge engineering.

8. Mercedes-Maybach Exelero: $66 Million

The Mercedes-Maybach Exelero is a grand tourer with a 700-horsepower V12 engine. Its sleek lines and imposing presence turn heads. It’s not just a car; it’s a statement of power and prestige.

These cars aren’t mere modes of transportation—they’re dreams realized, status symbols, and feats of engineering. Whether you’re a collector, an enthusiast, or simply curious, these masterpieces redefine what it means to drive in style.

[twistedbands]

What You Need to Know About Choosing Wedding Ring Materials

When choosing a wedding ring, you’ll find a wide range of materials, each offering its own distinct look and characteristics. Whether you’re looking for something durable, eco-friendly, or uniquely eye-catching, the material you choose can reflect your personal style and lifestyle.

Here’s a guide to some popular wedding ring materials, including Damascus steel, wood, stainless steel, tungsten carbide, titanium, and even rare options like meteorite and dinosaur bone from Twisted Bands.

Damascus Steel

Damascus steel wedding bands are recognized for their distinctive swirling patterns, which come from layering different types of steel. These rings are incredibly durable and resistant to scratches, making them a great choice for active individuals who want something unique and sturdy. The intricate pattern gives each ring a one-of-a-kind look, adding an artistic touch to your wedding band.

Pros:

Unique, eye-catching patterns

Extremely durable and scratch-resistant

Ideal for active lifestyles

Cons:

Cannot be resized

Requires regular cleaning to keep its look

Wood (Koa, Elderbox, Bocote, Whiskey Barrel)

                     Wooden wedding bands are perfect for those who appreciate natural beauty. Made from sustainable sources like Koa, Elderbox, Bocote, or even reclaimed whiskey barrels, these rings bring a warm, organic feel to your jewelry. Each wooden ring is unique due to its natural grain patterns, offering a personalized touch. They’re lightweight and comfortable, but they do require a bit more care to maintain.

Pros:

Lightweight and comfortable to wear

Unique due to the natural grain of each wood

Eco-friendly and sustainable option

Cons:

Can scratch or dent more easily than metal

Not ideal for frequent exposure to water

Requires occasional conditioning to maintain its quality

Stainless Steel

Stainless steel wedding band is a sleek, modern material that offers a polished look at an affordable price. It’s known for its toughness, resisting tarnish, corrosion, and everyday wear. Stainless steel rings are also hypoallergenic, making them suitable for anyone with metal sensitivities. However, resizing can be difficult, so choosing the correct size is essential.

Pros:

Affordable and durable

Resists tarnish and corrosion

Hypoallergenic and suitable for sensitive skin

Cons:

Cannot be resized easily

Less design variety compared to other metals

Tungsten Carbide

A tungsten carbide wedding band is an excellent choice if you want a ring with a modern, industrial look. Known for its dark, gunmetal color and extreme hardness, tungsten carbide rings are highly scratch-resistant and will maintain their shine for years. However, tungsten is a heavy metal and cannot be resized, so you’ll need to ensure a perfect fit. In emergencies, tungsten rings must be cracked off rather than cut.

Pros:

Very hard and scratch-resistant

Retains its polished finish over time

Unique dark color that stands out

Cons:

Heavy compared to other metals

Cannot be resized

Difficult to remove in emergency situations

Titanium

                     Titanium wedding bands are a lightweight, durable metal that’s ideal for those who want a tough but comfortable ring. It’s resistant to scratches and won’t tarnish, making it suitable for active lifestyles. Despite its strength, titanium rings can be more challenging to work with, which means fewer design options and difficulties with resizing. However, their lightweight nature makes them very comfortable for everyday wear.

Pros:

Lightweight and comfortable

Scratch-resistant and won’t tarnish

Hypoallergenic

Cons:

Not easily resized or repaired

Limited design options due to the hardness of the metal

Fossil Rings (Meteorite and Dinosaur Bone)

                     For a truly unique and timeless piece, fossil rings made from materials like meteorite or dinosaur bone are incredible choices. Meteorite rings feature natural patterns called The Noir, which give them a distinct, textured appearance. Dinosaur bone wedding band incorporate real fossil fragments, offering a connection to ancient history. These rings are often paired with durable metals like titanium or stainless steel for added strength.

Pros:

Extremely unique and rare

Each ring has a story, adding sentimental value

Pairs well with other durable metals for added strength

Cons:

Can be more expensive than traditional materials

Requires special care to maintain appearance

Some materials may be more prone to damage than metals

Key Factors to Consider When Choosing a Wedding Ring Material

Lifestyle: For active individuals or those who work with their hands, durable materials like Damascus steel, tungsten carbide, or titanium are good choices. Wood or fossil rings may require more care.

Comfort: Lighter materials like wood and titanium are great for comfort, while heavier options like tungsten may feel more substantial.

Maintenance: Some materials, like stainless steel and titanium, require little maintenance, while wood and fossil rings may need occasional conditioning or special care.

Resizing and Repairs: If you anticipate needing to resize your ring, materials like tungsten and Damascus steel may not be ideal since they can’t be easily adjusted.