diamond centre

Beautiful butterflies ….

macklowe gallery description: French Art Nouveau 18k gold and enamel brooch with topaz and diamonds. The brooch has a hexagonal-cut topaz, and contains 124 rose and old European cut diamonds. The centre topaz is flanked by dimensional enamelled butterflies. The moveable wings are decorated with realistic gold veining, plique-à-jour and translucent enamel, and are edged with diamonds. Circa 1900.

superchris64  asked:

Dear Lamus Dworski, My grandmother from North Eastern Poland told me about Pajaki. The basic form she mentioned is two pyramids that share the same base (the only webpages I've found with instructions are for these "basic" pajaki) but my grandmother recalls when she was little that several (maybe around 10 to 12) "basic pajaki" are joined to make a three dimensional star-like shape. Have you come across this design? I've been trying to find instructions. Kind regards, Chris

Hello! I’m trying to picture your description in my head. Is it one of those types below? They’re often referred to as the ‘star’ types of pająki.

The shape of the 2 joined pyramids which I’ll be calling a ‘diamond’ shape is always defined by the length of the straws. 

First of all, you should prepare at least 4 different lengths of the straws. Make them for example 4, 8, 12 and 16 centimeters. Their exact length isn’t really important here, it simply has to be 4 different length types. 

Prepare the basic forms of them: let’s call them the small, medium, big and large diamonds. Here’s a good picture where the ‘diamonds’ of different sizes are nicely visible:

Now, there are dozens of various types of those pająki with different levels of complexity. One large diamond makes always the centre part. 

Then, the big diamonds are tied to all its joints (sometimes you can pull the thread through an additional short straw that will make a prolonged vertical suspension for those diamonds). It should be 4 big diamonds tied to the side joints (the joints in the square base of the pyramid in the diamond) and one to the bottom joint - at least 5 big ones in total. Optional are the big diamonds tied to the large’s top joint: one above and one can be hidden inside it. 

Then, medium diamonds are tied to the side and bottom joints of the big ones. Last part is the small diamonds tied to the bottom joints of the medium ones.

The central part can be made of an elaborate, seemingly complicated construction where lots of the diamonds are connected together in a mesh-like form:

They look intimidating at first, but might be actually easy to make if you have enough patience. It can require days or even weeks to make. I made simple ‘mesh’ bases in the past and the most important key here, beside making sure to prepare all the straws of the same length for the mesh, is to keep an eye on the horizontal levels of the pyramids’ / diamonds’ square bases and just build new triangles and squares upon them. Heavy needles and gravitation helps with pulling the threads through the straws, especially when the ‘mesh’ becomes larger. If you’re interested, I could make a drawing as a tutorial for the ‘mesh’ construction of pająki in my free time - let me know.

There’s also a ‘star’ type of the pająki where the central part is flat made in an octagonal shape (such base is made of a stronger material than the straw, for example thin steel rods, and decorated with wool tied around the centre) and the ‘diamond’ sections are tied to its 8 joints.

I don’t think there are many good tutorials online, never came across any describing the complicated types of pająki, but here’s a simple video where you can see how the bigger and smaller diamonds can be tied together:

Try to observe the photographs carefully. When you ‘get’ the idea behind the geometry of pająki right, it becomes very simple. I learned how to make them without any tutorials :)

(photo sources: 1,2,3)

Misunderstandings

Cor x Reader
Word Count: 1,812
SFW

Here’s some Cor for ya! I don’t know if I’m totally pleased with how this one turned out, but hopefully you guys enjoy it. I might revisit it and change some stuff later on, but for now I wanted you guys to have at least something for today. No smut, they didn’t want to co operate and opted for angst instead. Tagging @fifteenwhispers because her writing is amazing and I know Mod Vella has asked for more Cor on this blog <3

Rain clouds gathered overhead as you rolled off of Cor, breathless and spent, curling yourself against his side. His breath was becoming steadier, a light sheen of sweat dotting his brow. Thunder rolled above as you looked up at him, his eyes a world away.

A crack of lightning made you jump. His arms tightened around you, but something still seemed off.

You looked up at him, brushing your fingertips against his jawline. “What are you thinking about?”

His gaze flitted to you momentarily before going back to staring at the ceiling. “Nothing,” he said, though his tone betrayed his words. “It’s nothing.”

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And , because so many people like my redesigns, here’s one I did for Blue Diamond, of whose design many people took issue with. Firstly I made her skin a darker tone because it fit her earlier scenes more than the cyan skin she had later on. I also made her hair darker and styled it into a more hood-like appearance, giving her a more intimidating “Sith Lord” look. On top of that I gave her three extra eyes at the top of her head, so she’d look less “human| and to echo the varying amount of eyes that her gems (eg. Sapphire) had. 

In terms of personality she’s still melancholy and grieving over the death of Pink Diamond, but she’s more overtly intimidating and menacing (Like tyrannical rulers are supposed to be) as opposed to in the show. Her main vice (Like Yellow Diamond’s “wrath”) is basically “vanity”, viewing herself and her other Diamonds as the centre of the universe whilst not giving a toss about any other of her subject’s suffering. (As far as she’s concerned, Pink Diamond’s death was the only one that mattered.).

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anonymous asked:

What tiaras does the Marquess of Cholmondeley own? Thanks!!

The only tiara that I’ve been able to find that they currently own is the Ancaster Heathcote Tiara. The tiara is described as “Two sprays of mixed flowers, entirely pavéd with diamonds, meet at the large, open wild rose in the center. The sprays can also be worn as brooches. The diamonds, set in flowers, are recorded in the Heathcote inventory of 1786…” (Diana Scarisbrick, Tiaras) The story goes that the tiara was originally 2 brooches (sprays) that belonged to 2 different families. The first spray belonged to Lady Heathcote, hence the name. The second spray belonged to Clementina, Lady Perth. It was also said that the centre diamond of the wild rose had been taken from a sword belonging to the Duke of Perth. He died fighting for the Stuarts at the battle of Culloden in 1745. The tiara migrated into the Cholmondeley family through marriage.

The current Marchioness wore it, newly modified, to the recent Chinese state visit to the UK. 

It used to look like this:

If you’d like to know about the jewels that have since been sold, message me again.

AN ~ get ready for some FS hurt/comfort/fluff y’all. for @simmppaa, who prompted me along these lines. I hope you like it!

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Where-ever this arrow lands; bury me there.
- The Merry Adventures of Robin Hood, by Howard Pyle.

After the Framework, Fitz is struggling to shake it off, so Fitz and Jemma go to visit his mother in Glasgow. There they reconnect with Fitz’s true past, his true self… and his future.

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wherever this arrow lands

Jemma burst into the room and was already rifling through those belongings they hadn’t moved off-base yet, searching for a good jacket, when she realised there was someone else in the room. She jumped.

“Fitz?”

He looked up sluggishly from the tablet he was reading. “Mm?”

“You’re done early.” Frowning, Jemma approached the bed. “Is everything okay?”

Fitz sighed, the ache suddenly clear through his whole body. He lowered the tablet and raked a hand over his face.

“I couldn’t do it, Jemma,” he confessed. “I couldn’t walk into the lab. I just – it’s like, every time I think of picking something up, making something, all I can think of is him. What he made. What he did with it. With my hands. All my work is – is – is –“

Shaking, he clenched a fist as the word eluded him. He was not sure there was a word for this, even if he could find it. Jemma seemed to understand, though, and she crawled across the bed to his side and eased his fist open so that he was holding her hand instead.

“Have you been in here alone all day?” she asked.

Fitz shrugged, but avoided her eyes.

“Mack’s off duty, of course,” he explained. “I ran into Daisy in the kitchen – I can hardly look at her. There’s no way I’m going anywhere near May. The things I said to her. About Bahrain. Twisting it on her like that.”

Jemma squeezed his hand, and he sighed again.

“I know,” he assured her, “I know it wasn’t me. But it’s still in my memories, my hands, my voice. My brain has enough trouble sorting out what’s real and what’s not. I’ll be fine, I just need some time. I’ll just catch up on some reading and paperwork. It’s fine, Jemma. Go back to work, please.”

Jemma scoffed.

“Absolutely not.”

Fitz frowned.

“You just came in here to get a jacket. There’s no reason to cut your day short.”

“There most certainly is.” She cuddled closer to him, defiant, and he wrapped an arm around her with an uneasy smile, still lost in unpleasant thoughts. He picked the tablet back up with one hand, and pretended to read the article he had open on it, but Jemma could see that his eyes were not moving.

“Fitz,” she prompted. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

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💕💎Fancy Blue Diamond and Pink Diamond Ring💎💕
Centring on a heart-shaped fancy blue diamond weighing 7.02 carats, flanked by marquise- and pear-shaped blue diamonds, to a stylized mount set with brilliant- and circular-cut pink diamonds, the blue and pink diamonds together weighing approximately 3.60 carats, mounted in 18 karat pink gold. Ring size: 5½💎💕

anonymous asked:

Can you do a McCree x trans! male reader. Like he/him pronouns. Also it can be whatever you want it to be about. Have fun with it

((A/N - I hope I did this justice. If there is anything that needs changing please let me know, as this is my first time writing trans!male with he/him pronouns.))

Light flickered through the swaying curtains, a breeze floating through the room. Sunlight graced your eyes, the warmth starting you from your deep slumber. A large hand stroked back the hair that had fallen across your forhead. The corners of your lips turned up, nuzzling into the hand currently now stroking your short locks.

“You awake, sweetie?”

Jesse’s deep, morning voice sounded through the room. You confirmed this by rolling onto your front and burying your face into the space between your two pillows, groaning. A chuckle from your boyfriend and the covers were thrown off, the chill from the room making you shiver.

Jesse McCree.” Your voice muffled by the pillow.
“Yes, my King?” Jesse sniggered.
You huffed, rolling onto your back but then sitting up suddenly and grabbing Jesse so he was lying on top of you.

“You could'a just asked.”
“Mm. Warm.”
“Mm. We need t’ get up.”

A grunt escaped your throat in agreement.

“In a minute.”
“Doll, now. We have a busy day today.”

You pushed him off to the side, emitting a chuckle from him. You sat up, swung your legs over the side of the bed and rubbed your eyes, whilst feeling around on the floor with your feet for your binder you had carelessly thrown off last night. You reached down and picked it up, the grey fabric drooping in your hands.

You glanced over your shoulder and saw Jesse looking at you fondly. Your eyebrow was raised, questioning.

“I was wonderin’..” Jesse started.
You had never seen him look so flushed and speechless before.
“Yes?”
“If I could er- possibly help you with that?” He nodded towards the fabric in your hands.
You broke out into a full grin.
“Of course you can.”

You handed your binder to the cowboy, showing him the right way up it had to go on.

“Thank you, doll. I just wanna b'supportive with this, y'know?”
“I do know, and it means a lot to me that you do.”
He placed a gentle kiss on your forehead with his smiling lips.

You reached your arms up above you so he could slide the binder on over your torso, adjusting it slightly so it was more comfortable for you. You threw on a pair of jeans and a loose top. Looking at Jesse, you could see that he had put on his usual cowboy attire minus the armour. You chuckled as he placed his hat on top of his head, vainly checking himself out in the floor length mirror. Jesse caught your eye, cheeks flushing.

“Now, now. Twice in one day that you’ve been embarrassed?” You smirked.

Jesse responded by shooting finger guns and winking. You groaned. Of course he would do that.

“I never get embarrassed, doll.”
“Lies.”
“I get speechless when I look atchya, though.”
Your brows furrowed.
“From how gorgeous y'are. Don’t be silly.”

He sauntered over to you, opening your legs and standing in between them. Placing his broad hands on your cheeks, he forced you to look up at him.

“Now come on, we need to get you a ring.”
Now it was your turn to flush. You grinned up at him. It was an early birthday present, to go on your index finger. Something special that you know nobody else would get you.

Little did you know, Jesse had other plans.

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The ride to the jewellers was short. You didn’t want to pick out something too elaborate if it was to only be worn on special occasions. The ideas rushing through your head had you practically vibrating in your seat.

You walked into the jewellers and immediately began wondering around, leaving Jesse and the jeweller together.
“He’s very invested into what he wants.”
“He’s choosing a ring and it’s a special one at that, doc. He doesn’t realise I’m gonna propose.” Jesse spoke quietly, so you wouldn’t overhear.
The jeweller’s eyebrows raised and a smile broke out.
“That’s fantastic. He’ll be very pleased, I’m sure.”
Jesse looked over at you and smiled.
“I hope so.”

Totally oblivious to the conversation to the conversation going on, your eyes darted between two that you had narrowed down. You decided on the second; it had a more narrow band and a tiny raised diamond in the centre. Elegant. You spun on your heels, making your way back over to Jesse.

“So, I will have to measure all of your fingers, just so we have an accurate representation of what your correct size will be.” The jeweller explained. You’d never been for a fitting before, so thought nothing of it. Jesse inwardly grinned to himself. Once he had your measurements, you pointed out the ring you liked.

“Fantastic choice, sir. The beauty of this piece is that it sits well on its own or can easily enhance other jewellery.”

The jeweller headed to the stock room to bring out the size on your index finger to see if it fitted. He came back out with a little black box and popped it open, handing the ring to you.

“It’s perfect.” You admired.
“Sure is, sweetpea.” Jesse responded fondly.

You reluctantly handed the ring back. The jeweller went back into the back room to gift wrap it, unbeknownst to you changing the size for your actual ring finger.

Walking back through the door, the jeweller handed over the neat black bag with a silver bow, your ring contained inside. Jesse went to the till to pay, chuckling with the jeweller while you had another wander around the store, swinging the bag slightly.

Jesse tucked his wallet back into his trousers and bid the jeweller goodbye. Coming beside you, he slid a hand around your waist.
“Now, doll, you won’t get t'open it ‘til your birthday.”
“Mmhm. Only a few days.”

You walked out onto the highstreet with Jesse still clung around you, making you giggle. You’d never known for someone to make you so happy.

Jesse McCree was going to make this the best birthday you’ve ever had.

More MadaTobi drabble!

The Great Hokage Debate
Words: ~1,700
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Sypnosis: In which the fight for the Hokage hat goes not in the way that’s expected and Madara is more whipped than whipped cream. Set in IzunaIsAlive!AU.


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It should have cued him that a disaster was heading his way when his little brother with his recuperating kneecap, quite the lazy and unrepentant abuser of other people’s sympathetic goodwill towards the injured, Madara might add, stands up in an abrupt manner that shook the cutlery of their breakfast, and excuses himself out of their dining room.

“I, uh, gotta go,” Izuna mumbles. “Left something in the office. Later, brother.”

Madara hums in goodbye as Izuna hobbles towards the exit, too immersed in reviewing the new insurance proposals to notice his little brother tripping over air, and righting himself, before muttering a hasty greeting to the figure that passes him by the door.

He’s not usually this inattentive to his brother’s odd behaviours. Izuna’s panicked chicken dance has been a reliable indicator of when trouble comes crashing in the past (probably because he’s been the cause of numeral of said trouble), but ever since Hashirama’s recent health scare his work load has tripled, the stack stretching all the way to the top of the Hokage mountains. More than ever, Madara has been doused with requests from the Nara, the Yamanaka, the Aburame, the civilian sector - almost every aspect of the village has been crowing and demanding his attention.

Except for the Hyūga. The Hyūga clan hasn’t asked him for a thing. For once, Madara is glad for the huffy rivalry between their two clans, he’d like to keep his paperwork to a minimum, thank you very much.

It’s no wonder Mito enforces Hashirama’s sick leave with a fist of steel. Not even a man with the most steadfast constitution that rivals mountains or the regenerative powers of twelve lizards combined could handle this much stress. The fact that Hashirama whines, and begs her to let him come back shows how much of an insane fool Hashirama is.

Every particle in his body starts buzzing with warmth. “Senju,” Madara greets, surprised but pleased upon sensing his partner’s comforting chakra patterns. Madara shifts the glasses framing the pronounced lines creasing along his nose, and shuffles his paper back onto the table.  “Didn’t expect to see you before lunch.” He smiles as Tobirama makes his way around his dining table to where he kneels.

Tobirama is holding something behind his back, clad in his signature blue armour. He smiles in return, his right dimple adding a wholesome layer to an otherwise frighteningly fierce face. “Close your eyes, Uchiha. I have a surprise for you.”

In hindsight, Madara should’ve jumped through their screen door like his robes were on fire, and reverse-summoned himself to the hills. Tobirama never smiles before his second kettlepot of tea. The last ‘surprise’ he had for Madara involved his screen door ripped into shreds, a leopard with familiarly white colouring lounging on their patio, and a half-assed apology note stuck between his teeth.

But being the lovesick fool that he is – and he shakes his fists daily at how far he’s fallen –Madara humours him. Madara humours him because he went from a man that spikes fear with a single glance to a man melting to goo at one look from Tobirama. It’s White Day today, Madara thinks half-wittedly, and Tobirama might brighten his day with a much needed kiss. Tobirama might even spoil him with some chocolate out of pity. It’s not even nine o clock yet and he was just wishing for a break from all this paperwork when Tobirama arrived. It’s like a higher deity from up above is looking out to him, listening to his wishes and conjuring them true.

Unfortunately, a higher deity is not listening from above. In fact, it’s the complete opposite. Off in their shared study room, Izuna is snickering his butt off.

With his eyes closed, Madara feels something lodge on top of his head and Madara figures out that it’s a hat. He opens his eyes and Tobirama is sitting cross legged in front of him with a small mirror. Tired, black eyes shift to the mirror, and widens in alarm.

On top of his reflection is a diamond red hat, trimmed in white, with a white diamond centred on his forehead. Right above his eyes, emblazoned in burning red, is the Kanji for fire.

“Surprise,” Tobirama congratulates.

Madara hisses like a frying skillet, grabs the hat on his head, and tosses the hat on to the table. 

“What the fuck?” Madara seethes. “Senju, you’re supposed to give me chocolate back on White Day, not a fucking heart attack!” His heart is pounding, cold sweat starts breaking. Just the thought of becoming Hokage is enough to scare him into a coma, he doesn’t even want to think about following his best friend’s footsteps and ending up in an actual coma.

“I’m giving you the gift of forewarning.” Unblemished by Madara’s shrieking rage, Tobirama neatly seals the mirror into a storage scroll with a dainty and regal composure – why he needs a mirror for his daily activities, Madara will never know - before cocking his head towards Madara in a stern look. “Not to mention the gift of instilling the next generation with the Will of Fire. Some would consider it a great honour to be bestowed the title of Hokage.”

“And some,” Madara bites back, “would prefer to live past their forties and not keel over from stress-induced illness. Why are we being hasty here? Your brother is still the Hokage, he’s just on sick leave.”

Tobirama shuts his mouth. Instant dread crawls up his back, and the bottom of his stomach falls through the floor. “No,” he whimpers in horror.

A Tobirama without a snarky quip is a troubling Tobirama. Troubling for Madara, that is.

“It turns out brother’s sick leave is quickly developing into more of a…permanent leave,” Tobirama informs him, eyes flickering to read the blatant longing in Madara’s face as he eyes the screen door. He shifts his body, becoming a formidable obstacle between Madara and his freedom. “In any case, you are next in line so it’s only in due time.”

“I thought you were next in line for Hokage,” begs Madara desperately.

“Sadly, I was not,” lies Tobirama, trying to inject a sincere – fake – amount of sympathy instead of the devious smirk that Madara can see was threatening to twitch his beautiful – punchable – face. “Also, overseeing the Academy and conducting research takes up the majority of my time.”

Tobirama isn’t a heavy man, Madara considers. He’s sculpted with muscle – he admits he’s leering a bit – but isn’t considerably heavy. With a boost of chakra in his system, and a lack of caffeine in Tobirama’s system, he could-

“Don’t even think about it.”

Madara curses, but he’s desperate enough to keep reaching. “What about that cousin of yours? She’s scary enough.”

“Tōka is on a self-assigned infiltration mission taking place in the Land of Wind which will last for another month at least,” Tobirama reiterates with a bland tone. “She wishes you, and I quote, to have ‘a fun time burning in hell, that poor bastard’.”

“Mito?”

“Mito says that a woman with a delicate constitution, such as herself, should not be placed in such a distressing position.”

The pure incredulity of that statement leaves his mouth gaping. Delicate? As if that woman hadn’t seal a twenty foot, raging, chakra beast into her coils and flourished. That cackling witch.

Madara considers his next statement, fully aware he might get slapped in the face for even suggesting such a thing. “…Izuna?”

Tobirama gives him a long look filled with such deep rebuke that Madara feels downright shameful.

As the damning walls of responsibility and duty close in around him, Madara feels a pulse of rebellion thrumming in throat. Impetuous, petty, rebellion. “Damn it,” Madara swears. “Why can’t you be Nidaime? The elders have always preferred you anyway, nagging airy sack of bones.”

He is not pouting. Pouting is not the adult thing to do in this situation and Madara is one hundred percent a pure, grown adult reacting in a reasonable manner that adults are prone to do. Madara is an adult, so very adult.

Tobirama gives a sigh that rumbles the whole of his chest. “I suppose I can become the Nidaime…”

The seeds of hope are sprouting tiny leaves. Madara holds his breath.

“…but between leading the village, supervising my students and my research projects,” Tobirama takes his time to inspect his nails on one perfectly manicured hand, “I might not have any time to spare organising the move from my house to yours.”

All breath rushes out in fury, making him splutter. “…. you ruthless – bastard.”

“It’s shameful really,” Tobirama continues despite Madara’s increasingly red face. “How tired, and exhausted I might be at the end of the day. How I might just prefer to collapse in the comfort of my own bed, alone, instead of a thinning futon occupied by another person.”

Madara is making inscrutable squeals of anger, hands itching to hurl his stack of paper at Tobirama’s adorably smug – not adorable, shut upbrain – face, before bunching his shoulders in a tense explosion of frustration, and settling into a glare.

Tobirama meets his glare with a pointed look. Below his faceplate, he raises one tidy eyebrow.

A standoff.

He is a fool, Madara repeats to himself in a fervent haze. He is the biggest fool in all of Konoha. He is a lovesick fool for reaching out on to the table, grabbing the Hokage hat and plopping it on his grudging head.

It settles in neatly like a rope around his neck, and Madara knows that for anything concerning Tobirama, he is an even bigger fool than Hashirama will ever be.

“You look very handsome with the hat on. You don’t even look half as dead on the inside as you usually do,” Tobirama consoles, or at least tries to, it’s a futile effort since he can’t stop his lips from twitching. “It’s fitting that an Uchiha becomes the next Hokage, don’t you think?”

Madara’s face twists until he’s definitely pouting. Pouting and glowering, the whole sullen firework.

The foul mood that blankets him worsens as Tobirama smothers his laughter. It doesn’t improve when Tobirama takes his jaw in his hand and trails kisses on it in compensation - because it’s weak, and pathetic compensation for such an underhanded tactic, Madara decides, especially when Tobirama breaks off into snickers every time he takes a look at his sulky face.

And goddamn it, Madara scowls, it should be illegal for a man to make whipping noises when he’s the cause of it.

"Happy Birthday, jackass." - Solangelo

Will couldn’t fight the wide smile to broke out on his face when he saw the dark haired waiting by he gate, leaning against it as a small group of three girls surrounded him, talking animatedly.

Nico’s gaze wondered over the crowd of people that passed him, almost pleading as he watched out for the familiar face among the sea of unfamiliar ones.

“What’s a cute New Yorker doing all the way here in Austin? I love your accent.” Will stopped in his tracks once he could hear the girls around Nico talk. The son of Hades ran a hand through his shaggy hair and shrugged. “Oh, don’t be like that, hon.”

“I’m meeting someone here,” Nico explained. “And I’m from Italy, not New York. I haven’t even been to New York in two years.”

“Who are you meeting?” Another girl asked, sounding slightly upset about Nico waiting there to meet someone. That fact made Will’s smile wider. A boy with hipster glasses gave him a weird look, but Will couldn’t care less with the words that came from Nico’s mouth next.

“I’m meeting my boyfriend.” Will watched the girls freeze before bringing their hands up to their mouths.

“That is so cute!”

Will watched as Nico’s eyes widened upon seeing him, lips turning up lightly into a smirk. Will could feel his heart pounding against his rib cage just looking at the son of Hades.

“Nico, hi.” Will bit down on his lip as he joined the small group. The girls gaped at him before muttering something along the lines of all the attractive boys in their year being gay. Will ignored them and watched as Nico held something out to him.

“Happy birthday, jackass.” The small box was wrapped in a metallic green paper, decorated with a bow Will knew Hazel had tied. Nico could barely do up his shoelaces.

Will’s eyes flickered up to Nico’s as he pulled at the paper. “Tell me you didn’t come all the way from Long Island just to give me this.”

“I wanted to see you too,” Nico said softly. “And I didn’t come alone.”

“You better not have come here the way you usually do.” Will warned. The box was free of paper, but Will was too distracted by the laugh that came from Nico to remove the last layer that separated him and his surprise.

“No, Jason got the ‘okay’ from his dad and we flew. Now open your present.” With a firm not Will opened the box.

Inside was a leather bracelet with a silver sun and moon charm on it, engraved so finely it was obvious it wasn’t a cheap present. In the centre of the sun was a yellow diamond and in the centre of the moon there was a black one - whether or not they were real Will didn’t even want to consider.

“Oh my gods, Nico…” Will didn’t know what to say. So he wrapped his arms around his boyfriend and breathed out a thank you into the crook of his neck instead. As soon as Will stepped away from Nico he put the bracelet on.

“Ready to go?” Nico asked. Will tilted his head in confusion, eyebrows furrowing. Nico chuckled at the expression and took Will’s hand in his won, tugging him through the gate.

Whereas Nico still wasn’t completely comfortable with public displays of affection holding hands was something he found himself to be okay with. Coincidently, I was also something Will loved.

“Where are we going?”

“To your house,” Nico answers as if it were obvious. “You didn’t think it was just Jason and me that came here for you, did you?” Will shrugged. “There’s a bunch of us here. We’re throwing you a party because your mother said you weren’t celebrating your birthday this year.”

“Well with all the low key apocalyptic events that have happened the past few years my birthday seems like a minor thing to celebrate.” Will nudged Nico with his shoulder playfully. Nico stumbled, almost knocking into an elderly man that looked at their entwined hands and turned his nose up in silent but obvious disgust.

“So celebrate actually making it through two wars to reach your sixteenth birthday.”

The two demigods made idle conversation as they walked, Will talking about his last few months without Nico at school and Nico about his time going between Camp Half Blood and Camp Jupiter.

Most people looked at them with distaste, their opinions matching those people saw about on television. The odd person or two would smile at them kindly, the fact that their hands were enveloped by those of the same gender not a problem. As it should be.

The usual half an hour walk seemed to go too quickly with Nico around, Will noticed. It felt like a few minutes previously he was watching his boyfriend talk to the girls about meeting him. And now he was outside his house which had been decorated in balloons with the number sixteen on them.

Nico gave Will a smile before gesturing for him to go first, bowing with his hand extended as the words 'sir’ slipped past his lips. Will rolled his eyes but walked past Nico nonetheless, opening the door to his house and walking in without hesitation.

The shout of 'surprise’ didn’t faze Will as much as he assumed it would have. Yet again, not much could frighten him after serving two wars against Titans and Giants.

“Happy Birthday, honey.” Will’s mother hugged him tightly, humming content lay as Will wrapped his arms around her too.

“When you said you were going to force a party on me I didn’t know you were being serious.” Will’s mother merely chuckled in reply.

“Happy birthday, Will.” Hazel said sweetly, embracing Will with her hands in his shoulders and a warm smile. “Have you had a good day?”

“It’s good now.” Will admitted, looking over at his shoulder to see Nico talking to Jason and Piper. “Thank you so much, Hazel. For wrapping the present, I mean.”

Hazel laughed. “It was nothing.”

Several more people wished Will a happy birthday while Kayla and Austin refused to until they were told why they didn’t know Will had such a 'cute and cuddly mom’. Lou Ellen and Cecil spent the rest of the day calling his mother 'Auntie Naomi’, which didn’t seem to bother Will’s mother but bothered him more than he would admit to his friends.

They ate an array of junk food and talked. They danced and retold stories. They listened to music and encouraged Austin to play his saxophone, which Piper recorded so he could put it on YouTube later.

It was more fun than Will could have ever imagines, having those he cares around him for his birthday. Usually it was just him and his mother eating an unhealthy amount of cake and pizza before going to the cinema.

The only fault Will could find in the day was how hanging with his friends meant that he was away from Nico.

He kept looking over to the son of Hades, who seemed content eating finger food and talking to Jason throughout the day. When he saw Will watching him from across he room he would wave lightly and smile. It killed Will to see his boyfriend being so adorable when he couldn’t have a moment alone to just talk.

So he got the second best thing.

“How did you and Nico start dating, honey?” Will’s mother asked, sitting on the countertop with a toothpick hanging between her lips.

“That’s an adorable story!” Jason announced loudly. Will looked back to see Jason pushing Nico through the crowd until he was at Will’s side. “Go on, Nico. Tell your boyfriends mother how you got together.”

Nico glared at Jason. The Roman merely shook his head and walked off to find his girlfriend.

“Will and I had both had a pretty obvious-to-everyone-but-us crush on each other for a few months before we actually started dating.” Nico explained to Naomi. Will took Nico’s hand in his own, squeezing it reassuringly. “We were practicing out sword fighting because Will sucks at everything that medical or using a bow. I bet him and someone - probably Percy, but I don’t know - shouted at us to just get together already. So Will asked me if I wanted to go get a McDonalds and we started dating from there.”

“Ah, McDonalds.” Will’s mother put her hand to her chest. “The epitome of romance for fifteen year olds!”

“Mom, stop.” Will rolled his eyes.

“How did you even get out of camp and to the nearest McDonalds?”

“Zombie Chauffeur.”

Will laughed at the shocked expression in his mothers face and pressed his lips against Nico’s cheek. The son of Hades blushed at the feature, but Will was too happy to care.

For more than once that day Will was happy that he was a demigod. Without the godly 'dna’ in his veins he would never have met Nico di Angelo.

Ahh! It’s one am and I don’t want to revise shit about America for my history exam so here you go!

Also can’t be bothered to spell check so yeah.

Sorry for my English.

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Fancy Blue Diamond and Pink Diamond Ring
Centring on a heart-shaped fancy blue diamond weighing 7.02 carats, flanked by marquise- and pear-shaped blue diamonds, to a stylized mount set with brilliant- and circular-cut pink diamonds, the blue and pink diamonds together weighing approximately 3.60 carats, mounted in 18 karat pink gold. Ring size: 5½

Antwerp Diamond Heist of 2003

Dubbed “the heist of the century,” the Antwerp Diamon Heist remains unsolved to this day. The heist involved the taking of loose diamonds, gold, and other jewelry valued at more than $100 million. It is considered the largest diamond heist in history.

It was housed in a vault considered to be one of the safest vaults in the world which had numerous secturity mechanisms.

  • Lock with over 100 million combinations
  • Infared heat detectors
  • A seismic sensor
  • Doppler radar
  • The diamond center itself had a security force

A man named Leonardo Notarbartolo (man suspected of doing this) had rented a sparsely furnished office for approximately $700 per month in the diamond centre three years prior to the robbery which gave him 24hr access to the vault. He posed as an Italian diamond merchant in order to gain creditbility.

After the robbery Leonardo and his crew stole the security footage so no one really knows how they pulled this off or who the rest of Leonardo’s team was. 123/160 safety deposit boxes (which were made of steel and copper and had both a key and combination lock) were forced open. This is what the diamon center’s vault looked like after the robbery.

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I’ve Got Something To Tell You…


It is your second anniversary with Bruce and he has certainly spoiled you this evening. First, he presented you with a new pearl necklace, one similar to his mothers, he wanted to give you something of sentimental value. He then gave you a stunning red gown that has a slight trail at the back for you to wear to dinner. He took you to one of the finest restaurants in Gotham, the two of you had a very nice time there. It felt good to just get away from your very busy lives. Bruce Wayne becomes Batman at night, you, on the other hand, are a model by day, superhero whenever you’re needed. Moments like this are so precious and are rare, so the two of you are making the most of it while you can. 

You now find yourself on top of Wayne Enterprises looking down over the city. It actually looks rather beautiful from all the way up here. What goes on at the bottom is the entire opposite, but you can’t think of that right now, this is your time. Bruce stands beside you, probably thinking the exact same thing you are resisting it as much as possible. He knows the city needs him to be elsewhere but the city rests in good hands for at least one night. There are people he trusts to keep everyone safe. 

“Tonight couldn’t be more perfect.” Your eyes smile at him as well as your mouth. To Bruce, there is no sight quite like you. “Thank you.” 

“It’s not over yet, I have one more thing.” He catches you by surprise with a smug smile on his face. What else could he possibly have in store? His intention becomes clear when he gets down on bended knee with a small box in his grasps. “Y/n Y/l/n, will you marry me?” Bruce looks up at your pleasantly surprised face. He will always remember the way you look at this exact moment because it is too perfect to forget. 

Light bounces off the diamond in the centre of the silver ring as you continue to gaze at it in total shock. It is the most beautiful thing you have ever seen, he obviously spent a lot of time to have chosen something so perfect. 

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anonymous asked:

Melly so zayn's wedddddddingy ring isn't just a simple band, no no, it's cold with a diamond inlay around the centre.! Aka I'm pretty sure it's Cartier or Simon g aka expensive af notorious wedding jewlery

I was sitting in a meeting calmly drawing myself as a ninja wizard when I got this ask, and I was just calmly like “let me just go check out the Cartier website on my WiFi enabled mobile device!”

AHHAHAHA what simple times those were 34 minutes ago, what a Golden Age! 

Here are some of the clearest photos I could find of Zayn’s suspicious unidentified husbandy band ring:

And *nervous laughter that’s not at all emanating from my withered husk of a body* here’s the Trinity de Cartier, sold as a WEDDING BAND 

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Royal Wedding Dresses: 
HRH, The Duchess of Cambridge 

On April 29th, 2011, Catherine Middleton and Prince William got married at Westminster Abby. The Bride chose Sarah Burton for Alexander McQueen as her designer for her big day. The dress has a corset bodice, with narrow sleeves, and a padded skirt. The dress was made with ivory and white satin gazar. The skirt echoes an opening flower, with white satin gazar arches and pleats. The ivory satin bodice is  narrowed at the waist and padded at the hips, The back is covered with 58 gazar and organza covered buttons fastened by Rouleau loops. 

Her train was a modest 9ft. It was made of layers of soft, ivory silk netting with hand embroidered flowers. 

Her bouquet was in a shield-shaped wired bouquet of myrtle, lily-of-the-valley, sweet William and hyacinth. The bouquet was designed by Shane Connolly and draws on the traditions of flowers of significance for the Royal Family, the Middleton family, and on the Language of Flowers.

Catherine was given the Cartier Halo Tiara for her big day. It was lent to her by The Queen.  It was made by Cartier in 1936 and was originally given to the Queen for her 18th birthday. 

Catherine chose James Pryce as her stylist.  A nine-man team backcombed her hair on top to give it height, then it was smoothed with lacquer and the long tresses were curled at the back. 

Catherine opted to do her own make-up for the important day. The diamond earnings were given to her by her parents and were made by society jewelers Robinson Pelham. They have an oak leaf outline and an acorn shaped diamond suspended in the centre.