gold satchel

How to feel like an ancient empress

*Wear velvet, silk, fine fabrics

*Take long baths with milk, honey, and olive oil

*Wear perfume with frankincense or rose or myrrh or neroli

*Wear gold and pearls and precious stones

*Paint your nails red or gold

*Put lavender satchels in your drawers

*Have good posture

*Give yourself a facial massage

*Speak with confidence–no one has the right to overpower your voice

*Rub a body oil into your skin when you get out of the bath

*Use a face oil with your moisturizer

*Wear a watch and be punctual

*Listen to those in need

*Clean and declutter your space

*Smile–but only when you want to

*Braid your hair

*Read novels or folklore/myth or poetry

*Be kind to children–have no sympathy for those who would hurt them

*Use cosmetics with pearl powder

*Go to bed early

*Eat well

Kaegan knew he was in deep trouble when he woke up dizzy, laying on a rough cotton sheet, arms cuffed up above his head, and unable to move due to the strong stretchy cords holding his body stiffly to the bed. He should have listened to the warnings, “Don’t ever play near the woods after dark!” the whole town knew the woods weren’t safe. Odd things happened there. But Kaegan was too curious for his own good, and now found himself staring up at a single dangling lightbulb above the bed, inside a rundown cabin he’d never seen. Then, a man burst through the door, carrying a small purple and gold satchel. he was being quite careful, grinning from ear to ear while placing it on the bedside table and glaring down at the boy he’d knabbed on the edge of the woods.
“Ah, you’re awake! Took ya long enough! I thought I might’ve used too much'o that tranqulizer on ya!”
The large, beefy man grunted, his voice gravely and deep. He was ginormous! 6'7” 310lbs of solid muscle with a soft layer of fat and a good-sized gut, stuffed into clothing that’d look at home on a lumberjack. Kaegan could smell cheap beer, stake cigars, and a bit of musty BO coming off the giant of a man, and it only made him tremble harder in the slight chill of the room. The man went to the other side of the room after giving Kaegan a pat on the chest, and wheeled over a large mirror. Kaegan could see himself now, nearly nude save for his cartoon boxerbriefs he’d been so fond of, but now felt self-conscious about being exposed like he was.

“Now, I ain’t got no sons ta make me proud like I did for my Pa, so I saved up all I had and got this here stuff from a vender way off in one of them hot countries. Too late for me to HAVE a boy'o my own, but I can damn sure MAKE one!” The man said cheerily, a scary glint in his eyes. With that, the man put on 2 thick gloves from his back pocket, opened the satchel, and took a pinch of some glittery sand colored powder between his fingers. He held it as if he were holding a fragile glass figurine, then, with a curious shrug, he sprinkled it over Kaegan’s exposed throat. As soon as the powder made contact with Kaegan’s skin, it absorbed with a shimmer, and suddenly, Kaegan felt as if he’d been struck with Strep throat. He coughed, gasping as he felt the skin there stretch, then he grunted, and a deep sounding moan escaped him, his Adam’s apple having formed instantly. As soon as the man say this, he whooped loudly, taking handfuls of the powder and sprinkling it all over his captive. making sure to evenly coat the boy in a thorough, deliberate layer of the glittery sand. Kaegan’s body began to squirm and warm up, a sheen of sweat forming as he felt as if he’d been thrust in the desert of, “one of them way off hot countries” as the man had put it. He groaned with his developing, deeper voice as his body cracked and popped, shuddering with the sudden onslaught of years forming almost immediately, the growing pains almost unbearable. He was crying, begging in his now teenage voice to be let go, for it to stop, he even yelped for his mom, but the growth didn’t end.

He grew taller, becoming lanky, his body stretching but without much new mass. His legs were long and thin, his torso just thick enough to have a slight tone to it. wide, sharp shoulders and spindly arms cuffed above his head let the new musty smell of his body radiate from his underarms. his feet were clownish, having reached that awkward growth stage, long toes curling as the pain subsided. He must’ve been about 16 now, 10 years of growth packed into minutes.
“Please… let me go mister… I swear I won’t tell!” he cried, taking in deep lungful’s of the stale air and smelling himself for the first time. “Oh no, you ain’t goin nowhere! You’re gonna be my boy! Gonna make me proud! Maybe another dose’ll put some meat on those bones!” The man said, a little annoyed at having to waste more of his expensive powder. He gave the boy another good covering, watching once again as Kaegan shrieked and writhed on the bed, the springs creaking under his new weight. This time, his height was the slow growth, while his mass gained like a prized bull fed up for a county fair. The bungie cords stretched as he widened, filling in with muscle, lean tone, then bulk packing onto his beanpole body, giving him the look of a well worked athlete.

His chest heaved, bulging out while his abs were hidden under the faintest layer of fat. His legs packed in with strong, thick muscle. Calves like footballs, thighs that could crush a watermelon, while the faint dusting of hair grew in with a powerful, itching sensation. Kaegan groaned and desperately tried to break the cuffs, just to be able to scratch his legs, then his thighs, then his crotch and abs as the faint hairs filled in. Reaching finally to his arms and pits, where his newly developed scent became pungent. He crinkled his nose and shook his head, crying now.
He was now tall, at least 6’, and weighted around 145lbs. His body that of a sweaty, well trained football star. He was panting, trying not to breathe through his nose as his BO was rather strong. The man clapped his hand once, giving the boy a hard thump on the chest.

“Damn my boy grew up like a damn angus beef steer! I’m proud'a ya boy!!” he said with a smile, looking his captive over. Kaegan starting to yell at the top of his now strong, powerful lungs. his deep voice echoing through the window into the woods. The man’s smile faded instantly, and he darted to the drawer, piling a roll of duct tape out and slapping a good piece over the screaming boy’s mouth. “Well shit! Ya gonna cause all that racket and ruin everything boy!” the man yelled, reaching for the powder once more. “If ya gonna misbehave like a kid I’m gonna have ta man ya up some! Consider this discipline ma boy!” With that, he took several pinches of the powder and sprinkled up on Kaegan’s feet, then up his legs, a good smattering over the boy’s now nearly ripping undies, some on the boy’s sweating pits, and finally on the top of his head. The itching and pain started up in those areas instantly, causing Kaegan to yelp muffed by the tape.

His feet nearly exploded out, long and wide, the bones creaking and popping, until they went from a normal size 9 to a hefty wide size 17. the toes long and curling hard with the pain. then the itching, all up his legs and around his crotch, where hair was suddenly thickening. his cock and balls tingled, having filled in during the initial 2 doses, but this time it felt like he’d been kicked. His balls swelled, filling suddenly with testosterone and cum, dropping further, and nearly ripping his underwear. it was his cock that did that, growing out like a tube steak, thick, long and then hardening until his underwear couldn’t take it and shredded, revealing a massive 11” cock, now drooling precum from his overactive balls, with a heavy thick smattering of hair.
The rush of hormones made him dizzy and moan lewdly behind the tape, bucking his hips harshly against the bungie cords. his pits filled in with jungle-like bushes that reeked suddenly, having been kicked off by his newly developed balls.

Finally, his hair thickened, while also shortening into a more sporty, spikey cut, giving him a ruggedly handsome yet still boyish charm. He lay there panting, sweaty and tired, feeling the rushing, confusing need to play with himself as his cock leaked pre all down the shaft, while the man smiled down, cut the bungie cords with his pocket knife, and watched as instead of running, Kaegan immediately grabbed his cock an worked out a spewing jet of cum, moaning and grunting like a bull until he passed out on the damp sheets.
“Thats ma boy!” The man said, leaving the room with a stride in his step, locking the door till his boy wakes up again.

Writer of story:

A gilded scroll with a small satchel is delivered by way of the post. Within the satchel is gold dust that shimmers with a warm glow. Likewise, the color sticks to the skin and the clothes, leaving behind a pleasant little mess. Once the scroll is unrolled, it reveals an invitation and a small note written on parchment in luminous ink.

Please find enclosed a taste of what is to come. This will be a celebration and such, all those that come can expect to find themselves with food in their bellies, music in their ears, and gold at their fingertips. Guests are encouraged to invite and bring any that wish to partake in the festivities. Dress for dancing and dress to become gilded.

Hello everyone! Firstly, I want to say thank you so much for having an interest in being involved in this. It means a lot to me (and @pyrar!). This wedding has been a long time coming and while a private ceremony fit their stories much better, we wanted to have a reception with all of you.

This will be a social event! Feel free to have your character invite others, bring friends, and have a good time! We will have the music site up for people to toss in whatever songs they want (though we may RP certain dances with certain songs regardless of what is playing - just little important things).

Likewise, thanks to Tyleril (Tylenol) whom helped me immensely, everyone that comes will be stocked with enchanted dust. This is a standing for gold dust that will be around the reception area. I totally encourage you all to have a good time with it! RP tossing it around at each other, get messy, and have fun!

I look forward to seeing you all there! Sunday, June 11 @ 7pm server time. ♥

@thesunguardmg | @forever-afk

Secret of the Scarlet Hand [x]

I know many of my friends have summer internships and jobs lined up, including myself. While I’m not planning on stumbling on a mystery like Nancy does in SSH, I certainly wouldn’t be opposed! To create a look inspired by that game, pair a cream blouse with a tan blazer, a tribal print skirt, a studded skinny belt, ribbon tie oxfords, a scalloped satchel, a gold phone case, and a jeweled headband. Handprint earrings, a pendant necklace, gold and pearl bracelets, a pyramid ring, and a triangle pair ring complete the look.

Just like when they brought Adrienne, Camile, and Taylor back to RHOBH, Jacqueline back to RHONJ, and Alexia back to RHOM,

Bravo has now brought back not one but two RHONY former cast members.

We already know that Bethenny has returned to the show full-time, but recently Kelly Bensimon has been seen filming a couple times, including reportedly at Bethenny’s birthday party.

I see the return of the iconic Bethenny-Kelly feud if she ends up making the cut.

Power Forward

A Rucas Fanfic

Rucas Week - Day 2 - Rucas in High School

Story by: @hoffkk

Summary:  Lucas takes Riley to a Knicks game for her birthday and as they find themselves caught in the kiss cam, old feelings are stirred up and sparks go flying, making them both question their friendship. Are their feelings for each other powerful enough to finally make them take the next step?

Note: I love the scene in GMW with Riley’s Knicks rant and how Lucas just falls for her even more because of it.  It’s so adorable and precious, so I decided to do a throwback/shout out to that scene and play off of it.  Hope you like what I came up with!  Happy Rucas Week Day 2!


“Help me out, man. I need an idea.”  Lucas begged his friend as he drove them home from basketball practice.  Riley’s birthday was only a few days away and Lucas wanted to get her the perfect gift. He just didn’t know what that was.

“Dude, you still haven’t gotten her anything?”  Zay asked.

“Nothing seems right.” Lucas tried to defend.

“Just get her some flowers.” Zay suggested.

“That’s too impersonal.” Lucas said, rejecting the idea.

“So, get her jewelry.”  Zay offered.

“That’s too personal…I mean, it’s not like we’re dating.” Lucas explained.

“Yeah, and why is that exactly?” Zay asked, eagerly awaiting an answer.  After all of the eighth grade drama, Lucas and Riley and Maya all stayed friends, but over the last four years, the gang could tell that Riley and Lucas were still very much into each other and figured it was only a matter of time before they gave in and became a couple.

“I told you. It’s not what Riley wants.” He shrugged.

“Okay, let’s pretend for a second that I actually believe that that’s true…what about what you want?” Zay inquired, knowing his friend has been pining after Riley for years.

Lucas paused, opened his mouth and closed it as he took a moment to gather his thoughts. “What I want is to get her the perfect present.  Period.” Lucas said finally.

“Fine.  I digress.” Zay gave up…for now.

“Digress?” Lucas asked, surprised by his friend’s use of the word.

“I’ve been doing SAT test prep with Farkle.” Zay shrugged.

“Ah,” Lucas said, thinking the world was suddenly making sense again.

The car grew quiet as the listened to the radio drone on.

Remember, if you call in at the top of the hour, you have a chance to win tickets to this Friday’s basketball game and watch the Knicks take on the Heat.”  The radio announcer ranted on.

Lucas suddenly found himself grinning from ear to ear.  "That’s it.“  He said more to himself than to Zay as he recalled a fond memory of him and Riley.


"You know anything about sports?” Lucas asked Riley as they sat at Topanga’s, hanging out as friends again now that things were back to normal.

“No…” Riley trailed off.

“No?” Lucas asked, not totally convinced of her answer. Something in her tone made him think maybe she did know a thing or two.  "Any sports?  Like…what about basketball?  You know anything about basketball?“

"Yeah…” She said, casually admitting the truth.

“Yeah?” He questioned for clarification.

“Yeah.” She said again, this time sounding more confident.

“Yeah?” He couldn’t help but say again. “Maybe?”

“Well, we’re in New York, so obviously my favorite team is the Knicks…and, you know, this might not be our best year, but at the end of the day, it doesn’t matter because we’ve have ‘Melo, we have Phil Jackson, and that’s all that counts.  We shouldn’t have traded J.R. Smith, and at the end of the day, it’s not our best season.  We have a terrible record.  We’re the worst in the NBA.  I am at Madison Square Garden, and I see all these fake fans jumping onto bandwagons like the Heat or something like that, and you know what?  That s not what a true fan is.  If you are gonna be in the Garden, you better represent the Knicks!” Riley finished, pointing a finger at Lucas for emphasis.

Suddenly embarrassed by her little outburst, she feigned coolness and leaned her head against her palm. “I don’t know that much, obviously…” She added nervously, willing away the blush on her cheeks.

Lucas just stared at her in awe.  He never heard a girl talk about sports like that.  It was amazing and sent a funny feeling swirling around in his stomach.

“I really like you, Riley.” Lucas found himself saying before he could stop himself.

Riley just giggled in response, her blush growing deeper.


“What are you on about?” Zay queried, so consumed by his phone, he didn’t hear the radio.

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