“Thus, with a kiss, I die.”
—William Shakespeare, Romeo and
She thinks maybe he hates her now; and
truthfully, she wouldn’t blame him were that the case. Most days, Elizabeth
hates herself. The selfishness in forcing him to be a bystander to a marriage
she never desired.
After the marriage to Reginald Mantle, Betty
had persuaded her father to take the foal she’d been tending to, to her new
home with the added help of Forsythe.
The look he’d given her was not one she was
used to. It was a mix of emotions, all poorly concealed fury and hurt. Yet,
he’d put no fuss up, and nodded politely to Reginald as he was addressed and
spoken to regarding the animal.
“Don’t you fret, Mr. Jones,” Reginald had
spoken with a smooth voice when they’d settled into their home and introduced
her to the small staff there. He had then shown her beloved his quarters, and
Betty was relieved and surprised to find it was a decent room, indeed. “You’ll
settle nicely here, I assure you. Mr. Connelly is reaching his golden years
with his ripe age, and his tending to our animals has been slowed for some time
now because of it. My wife speaks so fondly and surely of your work ethics, I
have no doubt you’ll become a vital part to this home and family.”
Chilta hazar masha (coat of a thousand nails), kulah khud (helmet), bazu
band (arm guards). Indian armored clothing made from layers of fabric
faced with velvet and studded with numerous small brass nails, which
were often gilded. Fabric armor was very popular in India because metal
became very hot under the Indian sun. This example has additional armor
plates on the chest area, arms, and thighs. Hermitage Museum.
Hi Everyone, Sorry I’ve been missing so long. Lots going on. Anyway I fell in love with this fabric from Liberty Fabrics. I know my rendition isn’t exact by any means, but I sort of like the colors. Hand painted as always.
Slowly getting the hang of the new art program. The brushes are actually very helpful at letting my inner painter show off. Also using your own hand for reference is surprisingly easier than looking through the interner and the result looks far more realistic. Hence to why the glove is actually my favourite part of the painting. As far as the painting itself goes, there’s nothing really creative about it, just same ol’ Roy Mustang..
Made by jiyu-koya. Please do not repost, do not remove source
Muffled music reached your ears as you stood in the hallway,
your eyes stuck on the metal numbers that were placed on the wall next to a
door opposite of you, though your mind had wandered to different realms.
looked weird how you were planted there all alone, staring straight ahead of
you, waiting for time to pass, but you didn’t care.
You had a good enough reason to be there and you couldn’t wait for those last five minutes to
Every second felt like it stretched out, lasting forever, as
if time was teasing you and deliberately passing slower just because you were
constantly looking at your phone.
The last message you had received from him told you that he
had landed and ever since then, you felt like you were walking on hot coals.
It had been your idea to set it up, and even though Cam, Nash, and Jack had complained at first, they were actually quite proud of their creation. A huge blanket fort spread out across the width of the large living and dining room. From above, it looked like a patchwork field of different colored blankets strewn just high enough that you could sit on top of your knees. Jack tucked into the last corner of the fort while you threw bundles of fairy lights into the different rooms.
“Catch us!” Called the three boys as they darted under the entrance of the fort.
You giggled, “c’mon guys!”
The fort had been made into a network of various hiding rooms, nooks, and crannies.
“Here I come!” you hollered and dove after the boys.
You squat down and turned through about four empty nooks when suddenly-
“BOOO!” Jack and Nash jumped out from either side of the small space, causing you to yelp out and fall face forward.
You came up cursing, rubbing your forehead and pouting.
“Nawww, we’re sorry,” the boys said in unison, not sounding sorry at all as they both attacked you in hugs.
“Nash-Jack!” you groaned from under their strong arms.
They both pulled you backwards against the wall, Nash pinning you down whilst Jack tickled you.
“Say we win!” said Nash.
You gasped, “N-no!”
“Kay, babe,” Jack said. Nash held your arms down while Jack poked his tongue out, coming close to your squirming face.
“Ewewewew,” you yelped, feeling him slide his wet tongue across your turned jaw.
“Say it and we’ll stop,” Nash said, moving his hands and beginning to tickle your sides.
You thrashed your legs, and through your fits of giggles, you told them they’d won.
Nash smirked, “Satisfactory.”
Jack pulled away, “Didn’t think you’d give in so easy.”
“Hey, but where’s Cam-” you opened your mouth, and through the shoulders of the two boys, saw Cameron enter the room, his eyes falling on Nash and Jack.
“Looks like I won,” he spoke flatly.
“Hm, actually I think we did,” teased Jack, eyeing you cheekily.
“Funny,” said Cameron in warning.
Jack and Nash pulled away, smiles fading, “Sorry bro.”
Cameron’s steely glare fell on you, “We were just messing around,” you said, intimidated by his clenched jaw.
He looked you over, “Come with me, (Y/N).”
You didn’t protest, but Nash and Jack threw you an apologetic glance as he pulled you out.
Cameron pulled ahead until he had reached the farthest corner away from the two boys, he dragged you in by your wrist, and snapped around to face you.
“What the fuck was that?” he said, nails digging into your wrists.
You gasped, eyelids fluttering down to your sore skin, and Cameron noticed, releasing you, his eyes softening momentarily.
“They were just-”
“Putting their mouths and hands wherever they wanted,” Cameron cut you off.
You knew what this was about. Cameron was extremely sensitive and wary, & also he could get very overprotective.
“Look, babe, it’s not like that,” you started.
His eyes flicked across your face, his hard chest heaving as he pushed you against the nearest wall.
“That’s exactly what it looked like,” he growled, his voice rising.
Nash and jack went silent from across the room.
Cameron turned his head, his voice a whisper as he brought his plump lips to your earlobe.
“I never want to see their hands on you again.”
You took a deep breath, hurt by his anger, closing your eyes and lamely shaking your head in agreement.
You kept your eyes shut in worry until you felt Cameron’s lips against yours. They were warm and sweet, inviting and calm, but before you could enjoy them, Cameron pulled back.
“And now, you’re going to make them remember who you belong to.”
“Cam,” you whispered, searching his brown lust filled orbs, “Don’t do this,” you pleaded, sensing where he was going.
He pressed his finger to your lips.
“Here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to have you writhing under my touch and begging until the only name you can remember is mine. Now, baby, you can try to keep quiet, but I will not stop until they can hear you crying out for me,” he snarled.
You knew nothing you could do would stop Cameron, so you bent your head forward in defeat.
Once more, his lips were on yours, but this time they were fast and hungry. He spent no time sliding his tongue into your mouth, edging it further and further until you produced small satisfactory moans. He moaned against your lips, strong grip holding your face in his hands as your tongues mingled. He breathed out, pulling back and sliding your clothes off in seconds, his fingers snapping off your bra as he dove into your breasts.
“Cameron,” you panted softly, trying to focus on anything but the feeling of his tongue swirling around your nipple.
Hearing his name, he applied more force, his hands massaging your boobs, his tongue giving pleasure, and his teeth nibbling on your tits.
His eyes flicked up to yours, holding your gaze while he brought his tongue sliding down your stomach.
“That’s it baby, say my name,” he cooed.
He trailed wet kisses down to your clothed heat, his mouth closing over the fabric, nails sliding around the lace.
“Stop-teasing-” you managed.
Cameron smirked, his teeth closing around the fabric as he slid off your panties with with a smirk. He placed a hand on each side of your legs, mouth swooping into your pussy. The second his lips made contact, you gasped out,chomping down on your lips to withhold your pleasure. Cameron sucked roughly on your folds as you dripped into his mouth, his hand moving to hold your hips steady while you wrapped your legs tightly around his neck. He breathed against your skin, not giving you a moment to breathe before flicking his tongue across your labia. You squirmed beneath him,
“C-cam!” you moaned needily.
“Louder,” he commanded, his head furrowing back between your thighs as he dipped his tongue inside you. He stuck the entirety of his tongue in you before pulling out slowly, drawing a long groan which you held behind your hand. His free hand came up, rubbing you to the beat of his fast moving tongue which sucked up your moisture. Your hands grabbed him by the hair, roughly pressing him harder into you.
“God, baby, I’m gonna co-” your body shook from the pleasure, legs falling as you twitched, your juices flowing into Cam’s lips. He pulled up, lips stained as he met your gaze, slowly dragging his tongue across his lips.
“Round one,” he stated.
“No,” you panted, eyebrows furrowing, “You know I-”
Cameron’s eyes held yours, but two of his fingers had squeezed themselves into you, causing you to gasp out in surprise. Nash and Jack went quiet again. Taking the silence, Cameron began mercilessly working his slender fingers inside of you, his eyes dark as he commanded you to look at him while he worked. He pushed his fingers down in a slow motion before rapidly pumping you at such a force that your body shook against his force. You brought your fist into your mouth, his name falling from your lips as you cried out. Not satisfied, he added a third finger, and you bent forward, folding in on your stomach, feeling him curl his fingers inside of you.
“Louder-” he growled, increasing his speed. Your walls began to close around him, his fingers slamming into where you needed them. You fell forward against Cameron’s shoulder, catching the fabric of his shirt between your teeth as you did so, your juices spilling over his fingers.
When you pulled back, your head was sweaty, your hair sticking to your skin, and before you could open your mouth, you could tell by the look in his eyes that he wasn’t done.
“Cam, I-I’m done,” you whispered.
“Yes, but you also muffled your screams with my shirt,” he said, a smile playing up on his lips, “and that’s cheating.”
Cameron, tossed off his shirt, threw off his pants, and climbed over you, his perky shaft placed against your entrance.
You drew circles against his rippled chest, and his eyelashes fluttered as he sighed against you. You tilted your head up, allowing his lips to meet yours.
“Come for me baby, just one more time,” he mumbled encouragingly, his gaze holding yours.
And with that he slammed his length inside of you, but sensing your next move, one of his hands grabbed your face, two of his fingers sliding into your mouth and holding your mouth open so that you couldn’t be quiet. He slammed himself against you, balls slapping your ass as you begged out for him. Cameron grunted out a profanity, his dick stretching you wide and filling you up as he increased his pace.
You screamed out his name, and your voice filled the room, and you knew you’d done it. Cam’s eyes held tight, but you saw him smirk, “What’s my name?” he panted.
And then he crashed into your g spot, his come exploding out inside of you.
“Oh-G-CAMERON!!” You screamed out, your body convulsing.
You crumpled beneath him, and he pulled out, his breath heavy. He climbed up beside you, arms pulling you against his chest as he littered kisses across your skin.
“I love you,” he said, breath tickling you, “so much.”
You rolled into his chest, his fingers combing through your silky hair when Jack called out.
“Good job bro!”
“Yeah,” came Nash’s voice, “you got yourself a real screamer!”
Cam’s throat rumbled as he laughed out, clutching you to him as you tried to burrow away in embarrassment.
“Hey, (Y/N)!” called Jack from the other side of the room, “you should get in trouble more often!”
Only loud enough that Cameron could hear it, you whispered, “maybe I should.”
things you will need! -a spandex/lyrca white mask -black curtain grommets (I used Dritz, make sure they are 1 and 9/16 of an inch, but I’m sure there are other brands) -some kind of acrylic glue. please do NOT use super glue or really any other kind of glue, it will MELT your acrylic otherwise!!!! -circular pink acrylic lenses (I found them on etsy for like… steam punk goggle replacements.) make sure you can see through them. we will handle the mirror lens issue later. -1 way mirror tint film. I got ithere on Amazon this is kind of expensive, and I only used a little, so like… if you want some from me and don’t want to pay that price, just message me! I’ll cut some and mail it to you if you throw me some dolla’ bills for a stamp and envelope!
this can totally work for other characters who have perfectly circle eye holes with a weird color lens too!
specific grommets I got:
specific glue I got:
I bought two colors that were both described as “pink” but one is totally purple. so here is how you like… assemble your lens!
do NOT put your lens in the middle of the front and back of the grommet. it will not close if you do that.
I wouldn’t suggest snapping together your grommet until you are ready to put it on the fabric, I broke my nail trying to pry it open.
cut eye holes out of your mask so the grommets are eye holes! snap that shit together!
the back of your mask will look like this:
some of you will be done with the tutorial at this part. that’s fine! your mask will look like this :
but if you want to take it a step further, you can use the 1 way mirror tint. I can see you, but you can’t see my eyes! just follow the instructions on the packaging on how to apply the 1 way tint, or if you do take me up on wanting me to cut some, I’ll send you the directions