anonymous asked:

Do you take AU prompts? I am rewatching the X files and came across (recent,means from 2007/2008) pictures of the actor who played Jack Willis. He kind became more handsome with age... there are pictures on the net if you want to have a look. Anyway if you do take AU prompts here comes one: Takes place somewhere around "one son".And there is a FBI Halloween Party and Scully and Mulder are there but so is someone from her past ...

So, Jack Willis isn’t dead in this story and I’ve also written some of it for my anon who requested ‘something about dominant Mulder maybe’. I struggled with that, I admit, because I can’t see it happening beyond her abduction and season 1 seems too  early. Sorry, anon. Maybe another smut-queen could write a much better story for you? Anyway, here is my offering for this prompt - and thanks for your patience anon. You waited a while for this.

Tagging @today-in-fic and @fictober

Because It’s You

She stood out, even in her mask and costume dress. Dana Scully, barely over five feet tall even in heels, was unmistakable anywhere. She wore a floor length purple gown that nipped tight at the waist like a Medieval courtier; it flared out at the hip, accentuating her tiny measurements. The bodice was boned and the neckline daringly low, creamy cleavage enhanced by the row of sequins around it. Her hair was piled on her head and her mask, black and purple, was studded with beads and crystals so that it flashed under the lights. Her lips were painted deep red and she’d darkened the mole above her mouth so that all you could do was look at it. Mulder sucked in a slow breath, tasting his own rising arousal.

He looked away as she walked to the drinks table. There were many tantalising costumes and Mulder spent some time trying to mentally name who was behind the masks based on hair colour and height. But the men blended. So many dark haired 6ft tall, slim-built agents in black tuxedos and wearing low hats or masks or both. He imagined that this is what it would have been like at early FBI functions - a Fedora on every head.

He sipped a beer, the bitter taste reminding him of El Rico and the growing distance between him and Scully. Before Antarctica, he’d have invited her to this ball as a friend, hoping for something more. Life was cleaner, tidier then. But now, everything was a mess. Diana was here somewhere. He hadn’t spotted her but she was bound to find him. He wanted to speak to Scully first, but she was talking with a small group of agents, all male, all nodding down at her. Mulder adjusted his mask and imagined what they were all thinking. He’d thought it too. Often.

“Fox,” she said, laying a hand across his shoulder and turning him. “I saw you lift your mask.”

He looked down at her long fingers, nails painted bright red to match her lips. Diana was wearing a simple, form-fitting green satin gown and her mask was silver with emerald feathers around the top. A simple silver chain dropped an oval pendant to the line between her breasts. He lingered a moment.

“You look nice, Agent Fowley.”

She lifted her mask to reveal smoky eyes. “Agent Fowley? How formal. And here I was hoping to ask you to dance.”

Mulder looked over at Scully. Another agent had joined the party. Taller, dark hair sprinkled with grey. Jack Willis, maybe? When Scully laughed, he knew. He put his beer down and smiled at Diana. “Sure, lead the way.”

Feathers and sequins and beads scattered across the floor. The music had ramped up. Food had been presented on decorated platters but now all that was left were curling sandwiches and wilted lettuce leaves. Drinks had continued to flow. Laughter was more raucous. He’d danced with Diana for a while, chatted with her, drunk too much and not eaten enough. Scully had danced only with Willis. Their height difference and closeness would have afforded Willis the perfect view of Scully’s breasts. Mulder swallowed.

           “Drink, Fox?” Diana asked, before tugging on his bowtie, “or perhaps you might want to head outside…back home?”

           Mulder stepped back and her hand fell away. He watched Scully head towards the drinks table and pick up a sparkling wine. She still had her mask on. She still hadn’t acknowledged him. And Willis was close up to her side, mask off, satisfied grin cracking open his face.

           “She looks like she’s enjoying herself,” Diana said, a smirk in her voice. “What say you, Fox? Taxi?”

           Distracted, he shoved his hands in his pockets and spun around. He only realised Diana had left when he saw the back of her sauntering to the doors. Mulder sighed and swallowed a beer in three long gulps. He headed over to where Scully was talking to Willis. He stood just behind them, fiddling with his mask. Scully glanced over her shoulder to him, and from just below her own mask, he saw her lips purse. Without the full face to read he wasn’t sure if it was a genuine greeting or a contemptuous acknowledgement. She turned away, put her glass on the table and headed towards the restrooms. Willis moved to a group of agents nearby leaving Mulder alone with just his thoughts.

The passageway beyond the toilets was shadowed with possibility. She let the door shut behind her and he made his move, slipping up behind her and linking his arms around her waist. She looked over her shoulder but he pushed her forward.

           “What are you doing?”

           He said nothing, ushering her towards the deserted corridor. He swiped them through and turned her into one of the meeting rooms, pressing her face first against the wall just inside. She hitched in her breath. Gently, he took her hands and held them above her head, both wrists in one hand. She looked up, stretching her neck. He bent to kiss the skin at the back, silk against his lips. She sucked in a breath. The floral fresh aroma of her perfume rose under his mask and he flexed his fingers around her wrist as she writhed against him.

           “You like that.”

           She said nothing but her long exhale emboldened him. He traced more kisses around her neck, out along her collarbone and she turned her face to his. Their masks clashed and slipped aside.

           “Mulder?” Her voice was ragged.

           He used his free hand to remove Willis’ mask. Her pained expression shocked him and he let her hands go. “I’m sorry, Scully. That was wrong.”

           She reached up and removed his. Fingering the eyeholes she looks at him. “I was going to say, Mulder, don’t stop.”

           “You knew it was me?”

           “I was watching you all night. But you were with Agent Fowley.”

           He shook his head. “And you were with Jack Willis.”

           She held up the mask and chuffed out a quiet laugh. “And you thought if you were him you’d be in with a chance?”

           “That’s not…no, Scully. No. I shouldn’t have done that with the mask. He left it on the table. I…there’s no excuse, Scully. I was wrong.”

           She reached out and twined her fingers through his. “Mulder, I knew it was you. I’d recognise your profile and gait anywhere, mask or not.” She leant in to kiss him, full on the mouth. “And I know your smell. And these lips Mulder,” she said, running her finger around them. “They’re unmistakeable.”

           He lifted her arms above her head and watched her breasts push together. “You still like this, Scully?”

           “Because it’s you, Mulder. Only because it’s you.”

middlegame | ivar ragnarsson

sequel to ‘see the whole board

middlegame | the part of the game which follows the opening. plans are formed and put into action.

You goats, there is so.much.pining here. So much.

Ivar sat on the dock, staring out at the glut of boats before him. His fingers turned over, over, over the piece held between them. The ink was smudged and worn from his work over months. It had bled into the carving below it, melding the symbols into one.

He brought his eyes down to study it again. The thousandth time since it had found its place with him. It had been tucked in his shirt, stuffed in his boot, broken free to skid over almost into the waves that rocked the boat that carried it. He’d almost pitched himself into the water to save it. It lay under his pillow, turned in his hand, sat lodged in a beam in his chariot.

His finger came up to swipe over the broken edge at one side of the crown, snapped into his flesh as he’d grasped it at the news of his mother’s death. He would most likely have to kill her father. Would she hate him after that? Would she forgive him?

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accessories and how they came to be

The choker:

A small box was thrown onto Chuuya’s lap as Dazai entered the hospital room.

Shooting his partner a look, the redhead lifted the suspicious box and held it far away himself as if expecting the box to explode any second.

“What’s this?” He asked with an incredulous look.

The brunet simply smiled and approached the bed.

“It’s a collar for a sheepdog like you~”

“HAH? Who are you calling a sheepdog Dazai.”

Opening the package, the redhead stared at the black choker sitting between folds of tissue paper. 

“There’s no way I’m wearing something as tacky as this Dazai.” 

“Chuuya, I don’t want to hear that from someone who wears hats that went out of fashion nearly a century ago.”

Dazai pulled the black fabric out of the box and sat besides the redhead. 

“Just wear it okay.”

Hesitant hands wrapped themselves around Chuuya’s pale throat and fastened the accessory in place, covering the red scar in the process. The scar he had inflicted with his own hands in attempts to destroy the bringer of death that had overtaken Chuuya the minute he uttered the strange chant.

His partner raised an eyebrow at the oddly gentle action when he met Dazai’s melancholy eyes.

“Oi Dazai, why are you making such an unattractive face.”

The executive pulled away and walked out the door with a wave of his hand.

“No reason Chuuya,” he hummed in a quiet voice. “No reason at all.”

The pendant:

A small parcel waited outside his door one cold morning when Dazai had decided to go out for a brief walk.

Curious, he bent down and picked up the brown package with no return or sender address no matter how many times he turned it over as if an address would mysteriously appear.

After examining it carefully, he came to the conclusion that the package was nothing dangerous and headed back indoors to open it.

A brown bolo tie with a shining turquoise pendant fell into his waiting palm along with a single piece of paper.

Slightly smiling, Dazai placed the tie onto the table beside him and reached out for the white strip.

Happy birthday Mackerel

Fondness and affection surged into his system once his eyes fell upon Chuuya’s perfect handwriting. Even when abroad, the redhead never failed to celebrate his birthday even if it was something as simple as a letter.

After a moments consideration, guilt paved through his tender thoughts once Dazai realized Chuuya had no idea that he had left the mafia and was now on the other side, the side of light, the side of the enemy.

He bit down on his lip before undoing this black tie around his neck and replacing it with the sea green pendant. 

Even if Chuuya would never forgive him, even if he never saw him again…His hand instinctively wrapped around the cool stone as he walked out the door once more. 

At least he now had this. 

It wasn’t until years later after Chuuya’s death that Dazai discovered the additional message hidden within the shimmering pendant.

Having dropped it while attempting to fasten it around his neck, the accessory had opened to reveal a small rolled up note along with a faded picture.

Trembling fingers picked up the delicate paper as tears silently fell onto the fading letters.

“I’m sorry Chuuya.”

I’m sorry.

The Gift of Choice (2/3)

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Rating: T || Pairing: Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood

Summary: Neither Alec nor Magnus is particularly thrilled at the discovery of their soul marks. Alec because he knows that the design of it means that his soulmate is a Downworlder, something practically unheard of in Shadowhunter society. For Magnus, the idea of being permanently attached to a joyless demon-killer is hardly a thrill. Given that they can choose if they accept their soulmate or not, the decision seems like a no-brainer.

But when Alec finally meets the beautiful, other-worldly Magnus and Magnus meets the gorgeous, self-sacrificing Alec, it becomes clear that the decision might not be as easy as they thought it would be.



Alec doesn’t want to get out of bed.

It’s not that he’s particularly tired or comfortable or any combination of the two. It’s dread. His mother sent him a fire message last night telling him that she would be returning from Idris and Alec could practically feel the anger and disappointment bleeding through the neatly written words on the charred parchment. All of their stupid, careless adventures are about to catch up with them and Alec doesn’t know if he has the energy or the strength to face it.

Not after the summoning ritual. Not after the horror of revealing to Jace that he’s the person Alec loves most in this world. Not with Magnus Bane’s wicked flirting and shy smile playing over and over in his mind on repeat, interspersed here and there with his gentle reassurance.

‘There’s nothing to be ashamed of, Alec.’

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Genre: Drabble, Fantasy!AU 
Word count: 1.7k
Description: Dust on the shelves, boxes of stones, a lost pendand and a hand adorned in rings that only you can remember.
Author’s note: It’s hands down my personal favorite thing I’ve written (and I really hope I won’t change my mind in the morning). Nonetheless, fantasy AUs are my absolute favorites and I’ve been meaning to write a chaptered one for a while now. Is it this one though?~ 👀 🙊

The storage room at the back of the store was cramped and dusty, various kinds of stones, dried herbs and magical trinkets packed into a mess of boxes, jars, and linen bags. Still, organizing the shelves was an easier task than taking care of all the herbs and magical plants growing in the sunlit backyard of the store; or answering customer’s questions about things you were just barely starting to understand yourself. That is why you accepted your assignment humbly, opting to learn from your more experienced coworker Rose, before taking up more responsibilities. Walking across the busy shopping district to pick up the new deliveries from the Post Portal Office every morning; arranging the displays in the tiny windows of the store as well as on the shelves behind the counter; organizing the storage room which had been left in a mess for way too long; occasionally greeting the customers when Rose would disappear somewhere doing other tasks; and finally – cleaning the store and closing up every evening – these were your tasks in the ‘Black Cat’ – the best store for magical stuff in town (at least according to your middle aged lady boss, who also happened to be a witch you wouldn’t dare argue with).

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anonymous asked:

So I am interested in chew toys but I hate the smell of anything that's been in my mouth so I wanted to know if there's anything you could recommend to fix that?

Anon, I love it when there’s a thing I’ve been trying out at home and it turns out to be an unexpected answer to a slightly different question.

Yes, I do have something to recommend, if you don’t mind replacing the smell you dislike with another smell of your choice.

(Other than that, my recommendation is to wash the pendant immediately after using. I do this: as soon as the pendant is out of my mouth, it’s being run under the tap or dunked into a cup of water. This isn’t convenient, and it’s even more difficult if you chew anywhere not your own house, but I’m very anxious about dust sticking to the saliva-wet pendant if I just let it drop after chewing, so I wash it immediately and dry it on a tea-towel, as a tea-towel will leave less dust/shreds of fabric and thread.)

You see, I was experimenting with flavouring one of my dog tag pendants. We’ve discussed flavouring chewables before (on this post, because flavoured as opposed to scented chewables don’t exist) by dunking chewables in flavoured teas. I don’t drink tea, so I went looking for things I can add to water to flavour my chewable.

I’ve been using Queens Flavour Extracts. (Link takes you to an archive page listing all the different flavours. Some are natural essential oil derivatives, others are artificial flavours. There should be a flavour there that appeals to most people. I do not know how well the artificial flavours smell, though. I can tell you that the derivatives like lemon and peppermint smell great and have a lingering, lasting odour that’s easy to replenish, which is what we’re after.) They’re used for baking, for things like flavouring cakes and icing, and I expect there’ll be similar flavour extracts under a different brand name wherever you are. Just check out the baking section at your local supermarket.

So. I added half a teaspoon of peppermint (the bottle cost $1.15 AUD in store at Coles (but $1.21 AUD online) or $1.20 AUD at Woolworths) extract to half a mug of boiling water and dropped the pendant in. I waited until the water cooled, fished my pendant out and started sucking. It took me a back a little, because the mint doesn’t taste like the sweet mint we’re used to - there’s no sugar or sweetening agents. It’s a bitter sort of mint, but quite refreshing. It also doesn’t last that long and isn’t very strong; it’s a subtle flavour at best. The smell was much stronger than the flavour.

As I normally do, I dropped the pendant into the same mug of mint-flavoured water when done chewing. At which point I forgot about it and left it in the mug overnight…

The smell, anon. The smell. I fished it out of the mug to discover my pendant and cord alike smelled gloriously minty, even if the flavour wasn’t that much stronger. I’ve washed them properly since (hot water, dishwashing liquid) and they’re still minty. Two weeks later, the pendant still smells of mint, although it has faded entirely from the cord.

So, if you want a lightly flavoured and scented pendant (either because you want a bit of taste or because you want the pendant to smell nice), I’d add half a teaspoon of flavouring extract to half a cup of boiling water, dunk your pendant, leave overnight … and then just repeat as needed. Your bottle of flavouring extract should last for ages.

(I’ll note that I can smell a slight mint smell if the pendant is sitting on my desk or held in my hands, but not, say, if I’m sitting across the room from it, and the smell is slight. It’s like to be no worse for others than most people’s deodorant or perfume. As with all scent stims, you may need to check to make sure it doesn’t bother anyone else around you, although essential-oil derivative extracts are going to be safest in terms of chemical sensitivities.)

A final note on safety: use flavouring extracts intended for food, not essential oils. The flavouring essences that are derived from oils (like peppermint and lemon) contain diluted amounts of essential oils (with alcohol and glycerine) that are safe for human consumption; pure essential oils, while providing the same scent and taste, are not diluted and not safe. Don’t use them for anything you mean to put in your mouth.

I hope this helps you, anon. I was really surprised at how much smell the extracts gave my pendant! Otherwise, if there’s no disguising smell that works for you, I’d just wash immediately after use, as inconvenient as that often is. I did that before scenting it, and I hadn’t noticed any smell holding onto the silicone.

- Mod K.A.

Everan had set up a temporary research lab around a mysterious magic circle of unknown origin or use. He circles around it carrying a small pendent he found near by and a bag of ingredients he had collected for study , he trips dropping the pendant and materials into the circle. It glows as a reaction between latent magic in the circle and pendant react with the ingredients causing a blinding flash that forces Everan to close his eyes

(Closed rp for @timidmaid)


Plasma Vial

I love working with Tritium!  It’s exotic and fits with the steampunk ethos and appeals to the mad scientist in me.  It’s estimated that Tritium will glow for 10 to 15 years.  It glows continuously and does not require “charging” from a light source like glow in the dark items.  It’s used in gun sights and watches.


Total of pendant section: 2 ½ inches long x 2 inches at the widest point.
Fixed drop chain: From the pendant to the clasp 11 inches long including clasp.

It is designed to be worn high on the body so there is enough room for the vial section to hang.  I can alter the chain if required.

Pink/orange tritium vial, glass test tube, brass end cap, brass beads, clock parts, mesh eyelet, triangular brass base, copper tone beads, copper tone “beehive” end caps, brass and silver tubing, brass spring, brass washer, copper cable chain, flat brass arc, copper rolo chain, copper bar connectors, brass pin.


X-MAS DRABBLES: Baking With Yamamoto~!

Your outfit

“AH!” You couldn’t help the squeal that escaped your lips when a pair of arms wrapped around your midsection. The response was a chuckle in your ear, followed by a nuzzling that had a shiver tracing down your spine.

“T-Takeshi! I’m going to make a mess if you keep distracting me!” You couldn’t hold back the laughter when his long fingers trailed down your sides, tickling you slightly.

“I’ll gladly eat any batter that lands on you.” He said, caramel eyes flickering with mischief as he pressed a kiss to the shell of your ear.

“You’re impossible!” You laughter continued, until you noticed that the batter you had been mixing had ended up spilling messily on your apron. Smiling, you wiped the batter from your apron to flick it on to his crinkled nose.

“Hey!” He chuckled, retracting from your embrace to rub the batter from his face.

“Hey yourself! Didn’t you say you were going to help me? We need these for the party! Here I am covered in batter, slaving over a hot stove while you’re trying to waste time!” You complained, dramatically putting the back of your wrist on your forehead in faux exasperation.

“Oh, I’m so sorry madam. How may I assist the hardworking chef?” He rolled up his sleeves, his smile not once faltering.

“Just grab me that flour for now, I think I’m a little short.” You said, eyeing the batter that was just a tad too liquidy.

Nodding, he turned and reached into the cabinet. As he did that, you scanned him. It was one of the lazy days you’d come to love, waking late and taking advantage of the fact you had nowhere to be. You’d taken advantage and grabbed a pair of his boxers and one of your white t-shirts, tugging on an apron to shield yourself from any escaping ingredients. Yamamoto followed suit, wearing a pair of sweatpants with front pockets and a tight t-shirt, which showed off his hard muscles and nice, rounded ass. Honestly, it’s like he tried to seduce you on purpose.

Once he grabbed the flour, he turned to you. He quirked an eyebrow when he noticed your eyes on said butt, but a smirk was all your received when you looked back up. That is, before a wicked shimmer flashed through his eyes.

You didn’t even have time to defend yourself.

Quickly thrusting his hand into the paper bag, he flicked his fingers at your face, successfully dusting the white powder all of you. “That’s what you get for checking me out, [Name].” He taunted, pristine white teeth flashing as he laughed.

Gasping at the turn of events before narrowing your eyes, you scanned the immediate area for anything that would serve your cause.

Your eyes caught the batter in the bowl just as his did.

“Oh no, not the-”

Too late.

Yellow cupcake mix slid down his face, dripped from his hair, and caught on the eyelashes of his now narrowed eyes. “Oh, this means war.”

Before you could even move, he lunged at you, a handful of flour contained in his fist. He successfully tackled you, making you land gently on the ground before he sat up. He chuckled darkly, eyes glittering in both amusement and victory. You cried out when he released the handful of flour over you. It landed on your hair, your face, and torso, eventually . The apron you’d worn in an effort to prevent mess on your clothes was useless, caked in as much flour as the rest of your body.

“Do you surrender?” Yamamoto’s hands came down, clamping you in place so you couldn’t run away. “I’d hate to have to tickle you.” He warned, voice full of mirth at the silly threat.

“N-No! I surrender! I promise! Now let me get up, you’re dripping all over me!” You laughed breathlessly, the batter on his head dripping onto your red cheeks. When he moved to tickle you, you felt a lump in his pocket press against your thigh. “Either your competitiveness has turned into some kind of fetish or you have something in your pocket.” You wise-cracked.

Yamamoto chuckled before climbing off, crossing his legs and resting his back on the island as he wiped the batter residue from his face. “Ah, you weren’t supposed to feel that. It was supposed to be tonight’s surprise. I didn’t know where to put it without you finding it, so I stuck it in my pocket.”

“Tonight at the party?” You got up, crossing your legs as well. Reborn had called all of you earlier in the week, saying that he was hosting a little get together for the Vongola and it’s allies. Not one to show up empty-handed, you’d decided on taking a few baked treats for everyone to enjoy. You and Yamamoto had also figured that presents weren’t needed this year, considering the fact that you both felt you were happy with what you had.

But, you should’ve figured he’d buy you something anyway.

“You got me a gift?! I thought we’d promised not to do that!” You gasped, eyes trailing to his hand which was now moving around in his pocket to fish out the object. When it came out, it held a square box.

“I swear, it’s the only promise I’ve ever broken!” He smiled, eyes closing in mirth at your too-happy-to-look-annoyed expression. “Here, just open it now.”

“Are you sure?” You reached hesitantly for the box, ready to snatch your hand back if he changed his mind.

“Yeah, it actually works out. I’m sure you’d be angry if I gave it to you in front of everyone when you don’t have anything to give back.” He laughed at your pout. But you couldn’t help your inward smile, thinking about the box of baseball equipment in the trunk of your car. Looks like the both of you couldn’t keep your promise. But you weren’t about to let him know that.

“If you’re sure, then okay.” Grabbing the box, you snapped the top open. Inside was a necklace with a rain drop pendant which was a calming shame of blue, reminding you of Yamamoto in a way. Off to the side was a lightning bolt, adding a unique and fiery touch to the necklace. Needless to say, your jaw dropped at seeing it.

“I saw it in the window of this store and you just popped into my mind.” He explained, hand habitually rubbing the back of his head in a way that had you reminiscing of times when you were both teenagers and had just started experiencing the love you had today.

“Oh my… Takeshi, this is gorgeous… Help me put it on!” Your smile was blinding as you turned around, letting your boyfriend clasp it. The chain was cold against your chest, but the rapid beating of your heart distracted you from that.

Speedily turning back around, you didn’t hesitate to wrap your arms around your boyfriend. Nuzzling his nose, you smiled at the sweet glint in his eyes as he rested his calloused hands on your hips. You leaned forward and indulged him in a few kisses.

Or rather, a lot of kisses.

Yamamoto was more than happy to reciprocate, lean arms coming around your waist as you ran your hands over his hair and jaw. Giggling, you withdrew from the kiss to plant a small peck on his nose. When you pulled back, your giggling grew into full-blown laughter.

“What’s so funny?” He asked, his white teeth once again making an appearance as he stared at you adoringly.

“No reason… You just resemble a porcupine.” You said, laughing at what your wandering hands had caused. Now Yamamoto’s hair was sticking on its ends and unbelievably mussed, no doubt because of the remaining batter in his hair.

Chuckling, he stood up and drew you closer to his body. Cheekily sneaking a peck onto your lips, he rested his forehead on yours.

“Care to join me for a shower?”

“Hmm…” You pretended to think about it, your arms resting over his shoulders. “Well.. Since we’re done with the cookies and the cake… The cupcakes can wait a little longer I suppose. We’ll have to start from scratch since most of the batter is on the counter and floor anyway.” You smiled at him, squealing when he lifted you in his arms and carried you off.

You’d give him his present after the shower. If he didn’t distract you again, that is.

anonymous asked:

Do you happen to know any exact jewelry nina wore during her time as Katherine?

Hi :)

As a matter of fact I know quite a lot of SA jewelry that Katherine wore on the show ;)

Her Lapis Lazulli Cameo Necklace she wore during the 19th and 20th century:

Then of course her Lapis Lazulli Necklace which she wears as a bracelet from the middle of Season 2 until the end of Season 4:

She wears the CC Sky Leather Double Wrap Screw Bracelet in a couple of episodes from Seasons 2 and 4:

Even though this next item doesn’t exactly qualify as jewelry, I thought I’d include it anyway ^^ She wears the Black Venetian Mask by The Originals in Season 2 Episode 7 “Masquerade”.

Kat wears Elena’s Vervain Necklace in Episode 17 “Know Thy Enemy” from Season 2:

Then we have the Monet Crystal Drop Pendant necklace from Episode 19 “Klaus” from Season 2:

And of course the matching Monet Crystal Cluster Hook Drop Earrings from the same episode:

Jumping into Season 3, she wears the Francesca’s Collection Braided & Studded Leather Bracelet in Episode 6 “Smells Like Teen Spirit”:

Kat wore the Kenneth Cole Linear Twist Earrings in Episode 18 “American Gothic” from Season 4:

In Episode 20 “The Originals” she sports the Marc by Marc Jacobs Pipe Dreams Bolt Necklace:

Katherine wears the Bebe Link & Spike Earrings in Episode 22 “The Walking Dead” from Season 4:

In Season 5, she wears the Peggy Li Arrowhead Necklace in Episode 5 “Monster’s Ball”:

She wears the white pendant from the Stella and Dot Trinity Necklace Set in the same episode:

Next up are her Carnelian & Antique Bronze Leaf Dangle Earrings from Episode 6 “Handle With Care” from Season 5:

She then wears the Peggy Li Ammonite Necklace in Episode 8 “Dead Man On Campus” from Season 5:

She wears the Peggy Li Bronze Claw Necklace in Episode 10 “Fifty Shades of Grayson” from Season 5:

She then wears Elena’s Daylight Ring from Episode 11 “500 Years of Solitude” until Episode 15 “Gone Girl” from Season 5:

Next up is the Peggy Li Gem Drop Moonstone Necklace she wears in Episode 14 “No Exit” from Season 5:

Last but no least, the Lucky Brand Silver and Gold Tone Double Oblong Hoop Earrings from Episode 15 “Gone Girl” from Season 5:

Hope this helps ;)

All the best,

Closet of Katherine Pierce xxx

Devenford Prep part 3

Devenford Prep Part 1

Devenford Prep Part 2


Hey guys! It’s a short update, but I hope you enjoy it! It’s short because I didn’t want to get into the other parts until the next update which I might go ahead and finish now. I just wanted to get something up!

You look back at Brett in questioning, why on earth would Brett ever care that you might go and sit on the Beacon Hills side and cheer on Liam? Why would he ever call you babe? A confused frown formed on your face as you looked back at the field where Liam was now chatting with Erika. Shaking your head you continue over to Liam. Of course you wouldn’t sit on the Beacon Hills side of the field, but there was no problem with speaking to Liam in general. And why did it matter that it might be a problem? You look back at Brett and your frown falls flat, he was looking conflicted on whether he himself should approach Liam too.

“Hey Liam!” You shout back toward your two friends as you jog over toward them. “How are things going here are Beacon Hills?”

“Things are going okay,” He nods smiling at you. “People at Beacon Hills are very strange, but nice.”

“That’s good, I guess,” You furrow your brows and look down grabbing the pendant resting against your chest. “Strange how?”

“It’s nothing,” Liam brushes that thought off. “I’m surprised to see you at an away game, but really at a game in general.”

“Oh she is here for a couple of reasons,” Erika commented nudging you on the shoulder. “She’s here to see you and to look for someone else. Someone wants her to be here.”

“Wait what?” Liam laughs then looks at you funnily. 

“Erika!” You snap dropping the pendant back to your chest. “It’s nothing, but I did want to see you, I was curious about how things were going for you.”

“Just making a few friends here and there and trying to stay out of trouble.”

“Yeah she has been receiving anonymous text messages and gifts from this secret admirer, he gave her that necklace that she’s wearing right now!”

“Erika can we not with this right now.”

“Can I see the necklace?” Liam asks.

Quickly you pull at the pendant around your neck and Liam gives it a good look.

Keep reading

~Little Miracles~

Pairing/s: Bumbleby

Words: 2,300+

(Feeling bad from my Small Bump fic? Lemme fix it for you x)

The timing couldn’t have been more perfect. Even the thought of Blake’s little secret made her a little giddy, but it was something she had to keep inside as she waited for Yang to come home. The blonde had been away on another mission with Ruby, and even though this was a common occurrence Blake couldn’t help but miss her. Wearing her wife’s t-shirt might have smelt the same, but it wasn’t as warm without her. 

Somehow, the brawler managed to get back in the early hours of the morning on their anniversary. The Faunus awoke to strong arms wrapped around her, a warm body pressed to her back. Sighing in content, Blake slowly turned around in Yang’s arms, looking at her wife with a small smile. One hand gently resting on Yang’s chest, her free hand tucked a piece of blonde hair behind her ear, chuckling softly as she noticed Yang’s soft snores. Knowing it was almost noon, Blake gently kissed Yang’s cheek. A small groan escaped Yang’s lips, lilac eyes blearily opening to see a smiling Blake.

“Well isn’t this a sight to wake up to?~” she chuckled sleepily, eliciting a light giggle from Blake. Smiling warmly, Yang leaned in and kissed her wife softly, which Blake eagerly returned.

“Happy anniversary,” Yang mumbled, kissing her once again before pulling away and smiling. She sat up in bed, reaching over to her bedside table and pulled out a small box.

“Yang~” she scolded playfully as Yang handed it to her. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“As if I wouldn’t get my beautiful wife something for our anniversary,” Yang mused, kissing Blake’s cheek. The Faunus rolled her eyes playfully, removing the wrapping from the small box and opening it.

“Yang!” the raven haired beauty gasped, a hand covering her mouth. The small box contained a simple drop pendant, the gemstone the colour of fire. “You shouldn’t have.”

“And why not?” Yang asked with a light laugh, gently taking the box from Blake and removing the necklace.

“It must have cost you something ridiculous. You should have used it for more important things like-”

“Nothing is more important than my wife,” she mused softly, fastening the necklace around Blake’s neck, the cold pendant resting an inch or two below her collarbone. Blake sighed, knowing that Yang would not give up, especially when it came to her.

“I love you so much,” she mumbled. Leaning over, she pulled Yang into a hug. The brawler chuckled, pulling the Faunus close, letting the raven haired beauty straddle her. Blake pulled away, smiling down at her wife.

“And now; my present,” Blake mused softly, pulling something out of her back pocket, keeping it hidden. “Close your eyes.”


“Close your eyes~” she chuckled. Begrudgingly, Yang closed her eyes, a small smile on her face. Blake took her free hand and gently grabbed one of Yang’s, palm outscretched. Taking the surprise, she then placed it in Yang’s open hand, curling the blonde’s fingers around it. With a deep breath, Blake removed her hands, setting them in her lap.

“Now you can open.”

Yang obliged, seeing a folded piece of paper in her hand.
“I see you went with the whole 1 year paper thing, huh babe~”

Blake rolled her eyes, a knowing smile on her soft lips. “It’ll make more sense when you unfold it.”

Yang was a little skeptical, but slowly began to unfold it. After a while, she noticed that it seemed to resemble a photograph. Hurriedly, she unfolded it completely and what she saw taking her breath away.
With ‘Blake Xiao Long’ typed up the corner, Yang held something she had been dreaming of for over a year. An ultrasound, showing a little miracle. Written down the bottom in familiar curvy handwriting were the words; “I’m pregnant  x”

“Is this real?” the brawler mumbled, looking up at Blake. The Faunus couldn’t help but giggle, a warm smile on her lips as she nodded. Yang laughed breathily, smiling so big she thought her cheeks would break. Her arms secured themselves around Blake’s waist, rocking back and forth. Tears of joy began to roll down her cheeks, feeling overwhelmed at what had happened.

“Holy shit, I’m so happy,” Yang cried, pulling Blake into a kiss, lips tasting of salt from their tears of joy. Blake smiled softly, eventually pulling away and giggling. Yang shuffled back a little, gentle hands resting on Blake’s stomach.
“I love you so much,” she whispered, kissing her Faunus wife sweetly.
Yang couldn’t help but be a more protective of Blake this time around. Especially, when the four month mark came around, Yang was at Blake’s side every moment of every day. She had made sure to take the time of Blake’s pregnancy away from her missions, wanting to spend every moment with the Faunus. The brawler tried to keep Blake away from any sort of work, even though the Faunus insisted she was still capable of doing things.
Yang jumped softly at the arms around her waist, smiling as she felt Blake’s swollen stomach rest against her back. 

“Blakey, you should be resting,” she mused, mixing the soup she had on the stove.

“I’m pregnant, not porcelain.”

“Well, you’re carrying my child and you’re six months along; sorry if I’d rather you be careful,” Yang chuckled softly. She turned the heat down on the stove, turning around in Blake’s arms. 

“Well hi there~” the blonde joked, hands gently resting on the swollen stomach of her wife. Blake merely rolled her eyes, kissing Yang briefly. Yang couldn’t help but whimper a little as she pulled away, a joking pout on her lips.

“Somebody wants kisses,” Blake mused with a laugh. Yang chuckled along with her, but noted that the spark in Blake’s eyes weren’t as bright as usual.

“You alright Kitten?” the fighter hummed softly, tucking raven hair behind her wife’s ear. Blake sighed softly, shrugging her shoulders.

“It’s nothing to worry about, stupid really,” Blake admitted softly, ears drooping a little. Yang raised her eyebrows in question; after all their time together, Yang always knew something was wrong and she wasn’t letting Blake off the hook until she told her. Knowing that look, Blake sighed, eyes dropping to Yang’s hands resting gently on her stomach.

“It’s just- I feel like I’m being a burden. , I knew being pregnant was going to limit what I could do, but I feel useless. I haven’t been able to go to work or help out around the house or-”

Her little ramble was stopped in its tracks by the sound of Yang giggling. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, not knowing what Yang found so funny. Before she could ask, Yang picked Blake up, holding her by her thighs. Blake yelped in surprise and her hands clutched at Yang’s shoulders, causing the blonde to laugh before setting her on the kitchen counter. Silently, amber and lilac eyes interlocked, calloused hands trailing light patterns on the top of Blake’s thighs.

“You’re making me the happiest I’ve ever been, and you think you’re being a burden?” Yang mused, her voice at a volume for only her wife to hear. Blake sighed softly, gaze dropping.

“I’m sorry, it was stupid and-”

Yang hushed her, pressing her finger lightly to Blake’s lips.
“You don’t have to be sorry, okay?" 

Reassuring her, Yang gently moved her finger to Blake’s chin, leaning in and kissing her softly, something Blake returned instantly.
With their eyes shut, their lips melded together, the action familiar and comforting. Even though the pair had their fair share of kisses (Yang seemed to have a thing for not getting caught kissing back at Beacon), every time was like the first. The gentle kiss was soon deepened, a gentle meeting of soft lips growing warmer as tongues intertwined. A purr rumbling in Blake’s chest, she drew her wife closer, something Yang instantly obeyed. Blake’s legs drew Yang as close as she could muster while on the counter-top, hands roaming Yang’s muscled back. The simple action caused the blonde to moan softly, lightly sucking on Blake’s bottom lip. Getting a positive reaction from the flustered Faunus, Yang attached her lips to Blake’s jaw, kissing a teasingly slow trail down her neck. The fighter hummed against Blake’s collarbone, carefully moving her necklace out of the way before kissing the soft skin.

"Babe, the soup,” Blake mumbled, before moaning at the feeling of teeth on her skin.

“Fuck the soup,” Yang hummed, hands slowly trailing up Blake’s side before coming back down to rest on Blake’s swollen stomach.

“Why? Because you can’t fuck me?” Blake joked softly, breath hitching as Yang kissed a certain spot, knowing her prior actions would have left a mark. Yang laughed heartily, leaning their foreheads together.

“You won’t be saying that in a few months time~”

The comment caused Blake to laugh, playfully hitting Yang’s arm. The two were content to stay in the silence before hearing a sizzling noise.

“I should probably get the soup,” Yang chuckled, kissing Blake softly before heading back to the stove top, taking the soup off the heat and stirring it once more.

“Babe,” Blake whined a little. “I can’t get down.” The confused brawler turned to see Blake still on the counter-top, pouting a little as she was unable to move. Yang 'awe’d a little out loud, before moving back to her wife and helping her down from the counter.

“Damn, I love you,” Yang mused quietly, knowing that Blake was the source of her happiness.

And three months later, Yang indeed was the happiest she had ever been.
But also the most terrified.

Blake’s water broke two weeks early, causing the pair to rush to the hospital with Ruby and Weiss not far behind. They took Blake into a room as soon as they got there, but the nurses wouldn’t let Yang in, not bothering to tell her why.
A jittery Yang paced the hallway of the waiting room for three hours, flinching at every little noise she heard from the room and twisting her gold wedding ring nervously. Weiss and Ruby did their best to calm the fighter’s nerves but know much couldn’t have been done anyway; Yang was never able to sit still when she was scared, even in Beacon.

All three perked up after hearing a commotion from the room, unable to make out any words but noticing a growing volume. Eventually, one line echoed throughout the waiting room.

“Don’t give me that medical bullshit, this baby is not being born without my wife in the room!”

After the initial shock, Yang quickly ran into the room, the nurses clearing the way. Blake already seemed exhausted, ears folded flat, lips chapped and sweat dotting her forehead. The fighter immediately rushed to her side, taking her hand and kissing her knuckles.

“How ya’ feeling Kitten?” she asked quietly, nervously brushing raven hair behind her ear.

“It hurts like a bitch,” Blake admitted quietly, clutching her wife’s hand. After hearing a whimper from her wife’s lips, Yang’s heart twinged. She had heard from Jaune that seeing the one you love in labour was a rollercoaster of emotions, and Yang was strapped in with no way out. There was no doubt in the fact that Yang wanted to have a family with Blake, but Yang had always hated seeing Blake in pain.

“I know darling, I know,” she hushed quietly, clutching Blake’s hand just as tightly, gently cupping Blake’s cheek with the other. “But it’ll all be over soon, I promise you, okay?”

The doctor then informed Blake that it was soon time to start pushing, something Blake met with a weak yet determined nod.
The process was long and arduous, the noise of the commotion filling the room and there was no doubt that Ruby and Weiss would be able to hear from the waiting room. Every cry, wail or scream that left Blake’s lips caused Yang’s heart to twinge, knowing all she could do was smooth back and kiss raven hair and let the Faunus squeeze her hand to the point of discolouration.
Blake was utterly and completely exhausted, and the pain was unlike she had ever felt before or ever wanted to feel again. She tried with all her might to ignore it, listening to the words of encouragement of her wife and the nurses.

Eventually, a cry of life was heard.

Blake collasped back against the bed, Yang immediately checking if she was alright. And then she heard that cry again. Still half in disbelief, Yang cut the umbilical cord with the pair of scissors the nurse had offered her, before their baby was wrapped in a blanket and handed to Yang.

“Oh Dust,” she mumbled quietly, holding their little miracle in her arms. Letting out a noise that was halfway between a laugh and a sob, Yang turned to Blake with glassy eyes.

“You did it Blakey, I’m so proud of you,” she whispered, a tear of joy running down her cheek. Arms gently outstretched, Blake smiled up at Yang, who gently placed their newborn daughter into Blake’s gentle embrace. Yang wrapped an arm around Blake, looking down in awe at their child.

“Yang, look,” Blake mumbled softly. “She has your eyes.”
Sure enough, the baby’s eyes were open just enough to see lilac eyes, holding small flecks of gold if you looked closely enough. Yang couldn’t help but tear up a little more at that before spotting something that made her smile.

“She has something from you too.”

Folded down, almost hidden within black tufts of hair, were two cat ears. Blake’s heart stopped, gently patting the ears, causing their daughter to purr quietly. She wasn’t quite sure how to feel about it. Of course she was happy her daughter took after her in some way, but would she discriminated? Would she be ashamed? Would-

“And I’ll love her as much as I love you.”

Smiling softly, Blake looked up at Yang. The brawler wiped away any trace of tears on Blake’s cheeks, before kissing her softly. The two looked down at their newborn daughter, Yang dotting a kiss on her forehead.

“Hey there baby girl. God you’re so beautiful; you definitely take after your mother~” Yang mused, eliciting a light laugh from Blake.
“Welcome to the world Mireille.”


(A/N: You guys get a double whammy cos I was on holiday for a week without internet. Also, the name 'Mireille’ means miracle so i thought it was pretty fitting.)