#glitterati

[xanaxfarts]

Love the word: Glitterati

[forged-in-kaoss]

[feralchaton]

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[overthinkjinxie]

Glitterati keychain! With bows, stars and all of that💗💗💗

I made the keychain some time ago but i decided to add these lovely charms😳🩷 also i will probably do more🥺💗💗 i have another one with oblio with an actual blue bow. I have it on my ggl bag🤭💕

I have to wait for these to dry

[councillor-roland]

closed starter for @thebloodofbriar based on this

"That's hardly the best use of your particular affliction is it?" The tone of the accented words was amused. It was somewhat ironic that Roland had happened upon someone who apparently couldn't see when the spell he was currently afflicted with was all visual. Currently, he glittered purple in amusement as he approached the new slave he'd yet to really have anything to do with. Now seemed as good a time as any to approach him and the fact that he was missing one of his senses just made it all the more interesting.

The vampire glided closer, circling around the pretty little fae slowly. He disdained fae, naturally, as they'd been bitter enemies during the Second War but they were always fun to bite and bed and good for really nothing else. Gwyn he'd improved on by turning him so he no longer really even thought of him as fae, he was obviously elevated beyond it. "Imagine how heightened the rest of your senses are now. Every touch will feel that much more intense, non?" He lifted a finger and dragged it slowly and lightly along Briar's jaw then dropped his hand. Roland continued his slow circuit around the slave, close enough that Briar would feel him close but not touching him again just yet. "I think we should put it to the test."

[bambicurious-mara]

Climbing up to ten inches now. The higher the heels, the better – and the happier and hornier your wannabe bimbo. Nonetheless I still need walking practice on them.

The more of a bimbo, the better: Now chasing for over-the-knee boots in baby (8" and 10" Pleasers) and/or glittery pink (8" Hella Heels) to fulfill the bimbo cliché even better.

Wanna help this manhood escapist?

[flawed-menagerie]

Luminary Festival - Auren Farkis

Crisp reverberating strings danced through the evening. Notes twisted and echoed up through the emerald, velvet tiers of Ridgedow Gardens. Dusk’s veil had long since darkened to a diamond-encrusted black, and Clarglow was alive with activity. 

Footpaths were choked with revellers that formed a river of light that coursed and pulsed through the park. Will-o-whisp spots of light also glowed among the neatly trimmed hedgerows and statues. Their magic-addled voices rose up, joining in with the music of the Luminary Festival. 

A young man, no more than a quarter of a century old, glowed brightest of all. A soft orange radiated from his eyes, and his veins pulsed a brilliant red. He was dripping in gold and gems. Over an outfit that somehow managed to be heavily layered and revealing at the same time, he wore a sheer cape, which was heavily embroidered with blood-red crystals that refracted his own light around him in dazzling, concentrated rays. It was such a dangerous colour of magic, but his expression was soft and dreamy.

Excited laughter rose up as a clustered group shot metallic confetti skyward. Gold flake drifted down and settled into his silver hair, cheeks, and shoulders. No doubt he would discover the remnants of this festival in his home weeks from now. He increased his pace, stepping off the cobbled path to overtake the group, when one of their number split from the group. The coils of her dark hair were so saturated with gold that she looked like she belonged on a pedestal next to the other statues. 

She intercepted him, matching his pace. She snaked a long, slender arm around his waist and pulled him closer. She pressed her lips against his neck, leaving a wake of golden kisses up to his earlobe, where she leaned closer to whisper.  

— “Aurie, Luv,  I know that look. Don’t tell me you’re headed home. The eve has only just begun. “ 

Her glowing eyes Locked with Auren’s, her grip tightening, slowing the both of them to a stop, causing a temporary blockage in the flow of people. 

“Overdid myself Mel.. you’ll have to –”

–” Come with us to the reflecting pool.” She cooed, meeting his lips in an off-center kiss, smearing his inky wine lipstick. Momentarily, he allowed himself to relax. He considered saying yes. His heart pounding, he dipped his friend backwards gracefully, resenting that he had to leave. An itch in his left arm reminded his fuzzy brain that he was in danger. 

Gasping softly, he gently lifted Mella upright and spun her out towards her friends, who were growing impatient.  He couldn’t make out their faces in the fuzz of the evening. “I can’t, I’m sorry Mel! We’ll talk later.” Before she could protest, he danced, spinning forward in a brilliant display of speed that ended in a stumble as he met a set of steep steps that coiled sharply upwards out of the park and onto the pink brick streets overlooking Ridgedow Gardens. The glazed windows facing the street were empty and blank… their occupants elsewhere, enjoying the festival. The empty buildings were like faces, judging him for his lack of zeal. 

Auren wound his way through streets and side streets, his pace increasing as he grew more and more alone. Finally, he was climbing a set of steps to his own front door. Smirking at the sight of it he reached down into the front of the bodice that held together the layers of his outfit pulling free a loop of keys that were on a long chain looped around his neck. Aligning it to the keyhole he struggled with the lock, cursing softly under his breath as it initially failed to cooperate with him. 

In the quiet black of his foyer, he latched the door behind him and stumbled forward, tearing at the ribbon that held the gleaming cape that draped from his bare shoulders. He let it drop on a black lacquered table. He reached up to unclasp an elaborate choker and tore his single, crimson glove down from his elbow. He pressed a gilded fingernail against a band of red ink encroached upon by a spreading corruption. Marginally extending beyond the band were sinews of mismatched muscle and skin; even his hair had begun to glow red.

Pulse rising, he wrenched his rings from his fingers, casting them into the ever-darkening room. Precious jewellery piled under him until only the dimmest glow from his own veins remained.. Slumping onto the steps, he tightened his grip on his arm and twisted it ninety degrees. A sharp click of crystal against porcelain met his ears. The room was enveloped in black as his final stone slid away from his arm, rendering the prosthesis inert. He slid to his side, the sounds of the party below overtaken by his own gasping breaths, panic refusing to subside alongside his magic. 

[mallpretzles]

Word of the week: Glitter

For @schittscreekdrabbleblog

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Who Are We?

“Ugh. Lindsey Lohan had another dumpster fire party.”

“So?”

“I totally would’ve gone if—whatever.”

“If we were still walking red carpets and smiling at cameras?”

“Remember when Leonardo DiCaprio snubbed you because you were over 25?”

“Okay, that was a miscommunication.”

“Or, when you told Tom Brady you were a big fan because you’re from NY?”

“At least I didn’t have itchy, dry, skin!”

“That was one time!”

“Was it?”

“At least I kissed Jared Letto!”

“At least I didn’t date Zac Efron!”

“Ew! I was getting back at Rhianna!”

“You really miss being glitterati?”

“Not really.”

“Who are we?”

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Glitterati is defined as: Social elites, the beautiful people, fashionable, and otherwise useless leaches of society particularly pertaining to Hollywood.

I am continuously thankful for this prompt blog because I don’t think I would’ve shipped David and Alexis otherwise. Writing their dialogue is ridiculously fun.