jewell and the rubies

i. Aphrodite has given up on love. She listens to boys yelling obscene things at innocent girls. She can be found serving drinks at the local bar to broken women and spitting poisonous words at the filthy gentlemen next to them.
ii. Apollo dreads the moment the sun rises. Because when the sun goes up, his local late night show ends and his hour of fame comes to a close. He can be found spending his days, sitting on a park bench asking for loose change and wishing his poetry was good enough.
iii. Ares doesn’t understand war anymore. All he sees is needless bloodshed and brutal homicide based upon abhorrent racial cleansing and childish disagreements. He can be found weeping over the destruction of schools and the murder of innocent children.
iv. Artemis doesn’t hunt game anymore. She carries a switchblade and mace, prepared to fight off any boy harassing a girl with intoxicated footsteps. She can be found holding back girl’s hair as they vomit up their insecurities while sobs wrack their body into the next morning.
v. Athena has stopped believing in reason. When there’s international conflict concerning who marries who and a nationwide crisis about the newest fashion, reason just doesn’t seem applicable anymore. She can be found protesting with college students about real problems.
vi. Dionysus can’t help the madness. When the frequency of mental illness - in children nonetheless, has become so high? What’s the point? He can be found at the same pub and same seat as always; drinking the same dry whisky wishing everything would be the same as it used to be.
vii. Hades can’t stand jewels anymore. Emeralds reflect the envy and greed of humanity while rubies reflect their sexual and blood lust. He can be found rolling his eyes at people begging for their lives in the allies while human demons hunt them down for materialistic ends.
viii. Hephaestus has developed a hatred of fire. It does nothing but steal. It steal oxygen from the air and steal people from their families. Fire does not give it takes. He can be found saving everything he can from fire’s wrath, but will later choke on the smoke of his cigarette.
ix. Hermes can’t stand traveling. His legs are weak and his eyes are strained. He’s carried too many messages to people about the death of loved ones and the love letters are scarce. He can be found stealing, not money, but of their hope and strength because he’s hasn’t any left.

The gods are among us and they can’t survive. Why should I?

—  “Modern Mythology” by Maggie McCloskey 
Elemental Correspondence- Fire

Originally posted by fearless-man

Primary Element
Jeweled Court Member: Lord Ruby

Alcohol -  Whiskey
Animals - Lizards, Snakes,
Astrology - Aries
Colors - Deep Red, Orange,
Crystals - Citrine, Ruby, Garnet
Emotions - Yearning
Flower - Spider Lily
Fruit - Pomegranate, Strawberries, Raspberries
Herbs - Cinnamon, Dragon’s Blood
Keywords -  Hearth, Home, Passion
Meme -  Haters Gunna Hate
Metal -  Copper
Musical Expression - Saxaphone
Mythical Animal -  Dragons
Paint Swatches (Sherwin Williams) - Heartthrob Sw6866
Physical Expression - Heart Beat, Body Heat
Sense -  Taste
Symbol - Candle Flame, Torch, Flashlight

Other Fire Elements posts I’ve made:
Elements Aesthetic: Fire

*These are my personal associations for The Elements, I am not looking for critique. You are free to use this for your own stuff, you do not have to ask me if you can use it. YMMV.

Lincoln Center’s All-Star Jewels Casting

Thursday, July 20 at 7:30pm

Emeralds: Laëtitia Pujol, Mathieu Ganio (First Pas de Deux); Myriam Ould-Braham, Mathias Heymann (Second Pas de Deux); Hannah O’Neill, Sae Eun Park, François Alu (Pas de Trois)

Rubies (NYCB): Megan Fairchild, Joaquin De Luz (Pas de Deux); Teresa Reichlen (Soloist)

Diamonds (Bolshoi): Olga Smirnova, Semyun Chudin


Friday, July 21 at 7:30pm

Emeralds: Dorothée Gilbert, Hugo Marchand (First Pas de Deux); Léonore Baulac, Germain Louvet (Second Pas de Deux); Valentine Colasante, Sae Eun Park, Marc Moreau (Pas de Trois)

Rubies (Bolshoi): Ekaterina Krysanova, Artem Ovcharenko (Pas de Deux); Yulia Grebenshchikova (Soloist)

Diamonds (NYCB): Sara Mearns, Tyler Angle


Saturday, July 22 at 2:30pm

Emeralds: Laëtitia Pujol, Mathieu Ganio (First Pas de Deux); Myriam Ould-Braham, Mathias Heymann (Second Pas de Duex); Hannah O’Neill, Sae Eun Park, François Alu (Pas de Trois)

Rubies (NYCB): Megan Fairchild, Joaquin De Luz (Pas de Deux); Teresa Reichlen (Soloist)

Diamonds (Bolshoi): Alena Kovaleva, Jacopo Tissi


Saturday, July 22 at 7:30pm

Emeralds: Dorothée Gilbert, Hugo Marchand (First Pas de Deux); Léonore Baulac, Germain Louvet (Second Pas de Deux); Valentine Colasante, Sae Eun Park, Marc Moreau (Pas de Trois)

Rubies (NYCB): Megan Fairchild, Joaquin De Luz (Pas de Deux); Teresa Reichlen (Soloist)

Diamonds (Bolshoi): Olga Smirnova, Semyun Chudin


Sunday, July 23 at 2:30 pm

Emeralds: Laëtitia Pujol, Mathieu Ganio (First Pas de Deux); Myriam Ould-Braham, Mathias Heymann (Second Pas de Duex); Hannah O’Neill, Sae Eun Park, François Alu (Pas de Trois)

Rubies (Bolshoi): Ekaterina Krysanova, Vyacheslav Lopatin (Pas de Deux); Olga Marchenkova (Soloist)

Diamonds (NYCB): Sara Mearns, Tyler Angle

they say the crown is always heavy but i wonder if they truly know:
how it wears you down like a stone around your neck and leaves you begging for a gulp of air. how it snaps your wings and reins you in, how it takes and takes from you like the most experienced of thieves.
and i wonder if they’ll ever see what the crown really took from me:
my love, my heart, my freedom, whipping past me like the ocean breeze i’m not allowed to get in touch with anymore;
and yet how grateful i am still —
for the countless hungry strangers that try to rob me of this newfound glory i did not ask for, and how they try to decorate their precious crown with the jewels they’ll readily steal from my very veins, red and rich like rubies.
but most of all, i wonder if they realize:
each scar, each fat drop of blood, each tear is a new day their sharpened knives and monstrous teeth have missed my lifeline.

and the crown is still not theirs.
—  long live the king / nikolai 

royaland  asked:

I would like to know more about the tiaras of the House of Wurttemberg,I have seen some photos and they are so big !Do you nave any info?Thank you and sorry if my English is very bad:)

German tiaras aren’t my strong suit but here’s the tiaras that belong to the present Duke and Duchess of Württemberg, Carl and Diane.

The large diamond tiara that was worn by Princess Diane of Orleans when she married Duke Carl of Württemberg in 1960 and Princess Marie of Wied when she married Diane and Carl’s son Friedrich in 1993.

Two other diamonds tiaras worn her by Diane’s daughters, Mathilde and Fleur, on their wedding days

And then three colorful tiaras in emerald, ruby, and sapphire worn below by Diane

Of the tiaras that are no longer with the main line of the family, the two most impressive are the ones from the Württemberg crown jewels.  Both of them are now on display at the Landesmuseum Württemberg in Stuttgart, Germany.

Queen Pauline’s Diamond Tiara

Queen Charlotte’s Diamond Tiara

Title: Berserk | Chapter One

Rated: T (language/violence)

Summary: Berserk. Out of control with anger. This is what Natsu was born to be. A warrior soaked in blood. A murderer. This is what Pergrande turned him into. Taken at a young age by the King, Natsu is a soldier of the Royal Army, a creature of rage and violence—a weapon. Lucy is a thief from Fiore with a price on her head. Natsu is sent to kill her. When they meet it isn’t pretty at all.

Word Count: 4147

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{i’ll ask of the Berserks, you tasters of blood}


Natsu exhales through his nose, heat curling through the dark cell in little wisps. The fog of his breath is visible in the chilled prison—a precautionary measure taken by Pergrande’s ruler, King Domus Centari, used to keep his Berserks immobilized until he asks of them. They can’t bite the hand that feeds them if they can barely move. A low growl tears from somewhere deep in his chest, the guttural sound filling the steel cage and echoing off the walls. Another heavy puff of air leaves him, his breath floating towards the ceiling like smoke, just barely visible because of the thin sliver of light pouring in through the eye-level crack in the door where the guards are meant to look in on them—watching to see if they’ve begun to break free.

They never do, however. The last guard Natsu saw was nearly three days ago, maybe even four. Often, the guards don’t bother to peer through the crack and look down at him as they’re meant to. They merely slide food through the tiny slot in the bottom of the door, barely making a sound as they scurry off like mice. It’s only the brave ones that dare to peek into the cells of the Berserks, most are afraid of the monsters that lie beyond the six inches of steel keeping them apart from the rest of the world.

Cowards, the lot of them. He can practically smell their fear as they walk through the cell block. There was a time when Natsu was younger—less beaten down—when he would growl and snarl and clash with the walls as they walked by. He used to enjoy the way they would quicken their pace, eager to get away from the beast locked beyond the wall, now he wishes he had never made himself out to be the monster they see him as. Perhaps he should have known better than to make something monstrous out of himself. Igneel would be disappointed if he were still alive. He always wanted Natsu to be gentle and kind. Igneel wanted him to be better than the monsters of legend—to never live up to the bloodthirsty reputation and that kill rings and the senseless slaughter. Igneel wanted a new era. He wanted hope and the destruction of the Domus Flau.

Sighing to himself, Natsu leans his head back against the grimy wall behind him, frost nipping at his skin harshly. His eyes slip shut, the hand at his side absentmindedly plucking at the ruby and gold fabric around his hips. His lips curve back in a snarl as his nail dig into the cloth harshly, threatening to tear straight through the heavy wool. He releases his grip a moment later, knowing better than to destroy the only thing keeping him from freezing straight down to the bone. The golden armor around his abdomen bites at his flesh where iron turns to skin, the icy air cruel as it swirls around him.

Berserks never have been one to wear much, preferring to keep their chests bare for war paint—for the runes that guide them into battle. Natsu glances down at his uniform, gaze tracing the simple dark pants and boots, the nearly wine red fabric with its gold trim secured around his hips—the colors of Pergrande: gold for prosperity and royalty and ruby for war—the shimmery golden armor that covers him from hip to halfway up his ribcage. The armor is impractical, he knows. It leaves his chest completely bare to iron and arrow—his heart exposed in the wake of war. The way of the Berserks is a strange one. At the height of their bloodlust they feel nothing, least of all pain. Excessive armor would merely slow them down, and that’s something none of them can afford.  

Natsu used to wonder why such a deep red was added to the national colors of Pergrande, replacing the ever present lavender that had been used until the sixth reign, when Aldebaran Centari had usurped the thrown from Rigel Kaine. He thinks he’s finally figured it out. The shift to the sixth reign coincides with Pergrande’s usage of Berserks in war. Perhaps, the change was merely do to the new reign and the shift in politics, that’s what the public seems to think. However, Natsu knows better. Ruby is the color of blood and beasts. It signifies carnage.

Against of sea of golden soldiers, it’s the Berserks bathed in blood.

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