Jadeite was appointed Chibiusa’s tutor in hopes that his serious nature would keep her studies in line. But unbeknownst to them, he has a soft spot for sleeping princesses. After this particular session though, he took a more casual approach to their study time which they both benefited from.
Surprisingly, Chibiusa finds Jadeite very easy to talk to. If she has doubts about living up to people’s expectations, he understands that feeling the best out of everyone in Crystal Tokyo. So he’ll sit quietly and listen as she pours her heart out to him.
The Tree of Life is an important symbol used by many theology, philosophy and mythology. It symbolizes the connection between heaven and earth and the underworld. This historical symbol has been reinterpreted by Gustav Klimt’s famous wall painting, The Tree of Life. The symbol of life and it continues to inspire many branches of art. @taffinjewelry , which has a unique place in the jewelery world with its original style, has also designed a brooch by not being indifferent to the Tree of Life. he used the piece of wood to stick to the authenticity of this symbol. In the brooch, the body of which was made of wood material, the detail that gave life to the leaves was jadeite and spinels. With the perfection of nature and the infinity of human intelligence, Life looks like a green tree. ( details of brooch ; Designed as a tree of palissander wood, set with marquise-shaped jadeite cabochon leaves of highly translucent brilliant emerald green colour, interspersed throughout with circular-cut red spinels resembling ripened peaches, mounted in platinum and 18 karat yellow gold, signed. Cabochons approximately 7.49 x 2.80mm to 13.05 x 5.00mm. ) #taffin #gustavklimt #treeoflife #spinel #jadeite #wood #palissanderwood #platinum #brooch #arthistory #artwork #couture #jewelrydesign #jewellery #jewels ) https://www.instagram.com/p/CThEIkfoQED/?utm_medium=tumblr
A present for 1/3 of the mods from the @ssminibang, to show my appreciation, here is my gift for @coppercrane2! You like mythology and legends, so I went out of left field and choose a theme around an African legend, Madam Koi Koi. Rei, like Madam Koi Koi, wears red heels, so it was a perfect match. I had the idea of Jadeite being a student at a boarding school, dared to look around the halls at night, only with a torch to light his way. That’s when he’d catch a glimpse at the ghost, who is Rei.
Guys, it’s done! It’s posted! We made it! Chapter 8 of Love Potion No. Oops is up!
Many many thanks to @mochibuni for all her help this year. The fic wouldn’t be nearly as funny without all her input. From spit-balIing during the outlining stage, to giving helpful notes during the actual writing, she’s really been invaluable. I hope you like it, Mochi! It’s all for you!
As a reminder, please right click the links to open them in a new window as you read. I insist.
Jadeite is a must for dream interpretation and is excellent for bringing lucid dreams. Jadeite can also be used in rituals to encourage rain and growth in drought-ridden areas. Jadeite is often used by women during childbirth to keep bleeding to a minimum. This also makes it a good choice for menstrual problems. Jadeite is excellent for creating an erotic experience with your lover,it is the stone of lovemaking and will help create a deep and erotic spiritual experience.
A gift of smut and angst for the wonderful, magical @coppercrane2, one of the mods over at @ssminibang, and also? Very much one of my favorite people. I hope you enjoy this, Charlie!
title: what the body knows fandom: Sailor Moon characters/ships: Rei/Mars x reincarnated!Jadeite rating: R for explicit sexual content below the cut, along with canon and non-canon character death
“You just a little hungry, or,” he wonders, warm breath shivering across her breastbone, “you starving?”
A gift of smut and angst for the wonderful, magical @coppercrane2, one of the mods over at @ssminibang, and also? Very much one of my favorite people. I hope you enjoy this, Charlie!
title: what the body knows fandom: Sailor Moon characters/ships: Rei/Mars x reincarnated!Jadeite rating: R for explicit sexual content below the cut, along with canon and non-canon character death
“You just a little hungry, or,” he wonders, warm breath shivering across her breastbone, “you starving?”
what the body knows
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In the windows the sky is thickly concrete, a fine film of drizzle that had gone all morning and kept them indoors, and perhaps it’s only because of a brief lull in its gentle rush against the roof that he can even hear her pause, sock–footed and quiet, on her way down the hall. Feet arrested on the threshold to the kitchen where he stands facing the sink. She listens to the ripe snap of his teeth, breaking the taut skin of a plum; the back of his hand abortively wiping juice from his chin as he turns partially around. Dim light silhouettes the edge of his jaw.
“Hey,” Junin says to her, mouth full, not even looking in her direction, “it’s getting late. Eat something.”
Sunday, and so far she’s spent it in the pantry, clearing out the back for the first time anyone’s done in – years. The smell of old crumbling contact paper lining the shelves, ringed with rusty stains from canned tuna, pineapples, curry, all with expiration dates embarrassingly long gone by. Twine, cracked soup bowls, aluminum foil, a casserole someone had gifted her (bizarrely) after the funeral. Other things. Packets of her grandfather’s aspartame, the mints he nibbled when his sugar slid, protein shakes with ingredients she still couldn’t pronounce. Milk protein concentrate, calcium caseinate, 1% or less of the following: inulin, cellulose gel, magnesium phosphate, artificial flavors. What does the body know, Rei thinks, recalling how she poured down the drain half-glasses of chocolate-flavored fluid while her grandfather dozed, his belly rejecting the decoy of sustenance, patiently eating itself down to something that could be lost or wander away, float off on a breeze. Into trash bags they all went, revealing space in the pantry like new skin. When she had emerged blinking into the hall even that darkening afternoon had seemed too bright. Now here she is – and here he is. In one hand the plum, in the other a bowl with a second one. Cut up how she liked, to keep her lip balm intact.
This was what stopped her short. How he would’ve had to have seen her pickily dicing her fruit like that; how alarming, to find herself the focus of such complete and close attention.
She’s already moving without conscious thought, hand on his arm, turning him. Rei gives him no chance to see her face. Her fingers climb the shaved sides of his head, taking the slightly grown-out hair atop for purchase; her eyes fall shut as her jaw cants up, triangulating from memory where his mouth is. His small surprised laugh is swallowed down her throat. “Rei.”
What does the body ask for? Under her palms the cord of his neck, his chest and stomach are all tangibilities, warm blood and muscle, and it feels, almost, as if she’s the one who might fly away. Months ago when he’d first reached for her she’d jumped back as if scorched; it had been so long since she felt another person’s skin. Now, she sucks his tongue from his mouth, sticky plum juice off his day-old beard. If she could she’d suck the air out of his lungs. She gets her hand in his briefs, around his cock, and he does not hesitate. The fruit goes rolling across the floor when he hoists her on the counter, accidentally dislodging her hand; there’s a brief struggle of crossing limbs, she straining for him as he steps between her legs, somehow both tugging down and rucking up her short dress. It’s faster than he usually moves, unlike him to accede to her impatience. He palms her breast in a rough squeeze, ducks his head to lick the nipple. Tiny hairs rise all over her skin. When she rubs her thumb over the wet tip of his cock he laughs and gasps both at once, and it’s so exactly what she’d wanted from him without needing to ask that closed, still, the corners of Rei’s eyes suddenly sting.
“You just a little hungry, or,” he wonders, warm breath shivering across her breastbone, “you starving?”
She wants to tell him, but what’s lodged in her gullet is an animal or the selfish type of spirit (her own) she read about in childhood, devouring whatever would come out, ravenous for anything coming in. So she tells him by doing, gets a brusquer hold on him, throttling down, the rough edge she’s learned he craves. When they’re like this he’s vocal but not about his desires; always they seem matched to hers, as if he’s afraid she’ll balk. I like everything you do to me. But what does the body want? Surely there are acts he had begged from others before her, as they kissed and touched skin and shed their clothes on the floor, acts he and she have yet to perform. Clear directives and not only suggestions found in the jump of his stomach, his head lolling back to the futon in lamp light, brow strained, almost as if he’s in pain. Maybe he is. Starving the same as her, desire tamped down inside. But in his presence it’s impossible to swallow her wants, hide or make them casual. As she beats Junin off, her hand sure in a way she does not feel, he drops his face in her chest, shuddering. His fingers insinuate themselves along her inner thigh, twist away her underwear. The tip of one dipping there, barely into her sex. Maybe he doesn’t realize. How much of him she would take.
The air in the kitchen feels heavy and cool, window cracked open (broken), all that unspent water loading the sky. In her ears is the hushed mix of their breaths and she finds herself counting his, noting each hitch, each sigh. Familiar. But Junin feels more solid than anyone she has held, hips digging into her thighs, width of his torso crowding her, his head tucked under her chin in the guarded apostrophe of her throat. She has an urge to take him further into herself somehow, a sentiment that feels protective but lacks the associated tenderness: selfish again, the frank way she would consume air or water, things the body needs. When he leaks a little the friction eases, so she grips harder to compensate, drags slow from root to tip. His answering groan is muffled into her sternum, a low, defenseless thing, and her mouth goes wet. A dozen unwired thoughts light up her mind at once. The noise her father made when the hospital called – Kaidou’s lips tensely closed under her own – Junin’s thumb stroking her throat as she kissed him, imbuing her with an odd, illogical sense of safety – the deep chill of her grandfather’s forehead the time she touched it last. Going out under the eaves this morning, looking at the sky, wondering if the drizzle was rain, really, or only mist. Putting out her palm to check as if this was a distinction that mattered. Sustenance, decoy.
What does the body know? Her eyelids flutter when Junin pushes two fingers into her, long and recurving like a bow, hooking at the place where she already feels something – not pleasure, not quite – starting to take form. Something stronger and less anodyne, like biting the inside of her cheek and tonguing the resulting wound: a sharp, dizzy sensation of brilliance, copper dissolving in her mouth. Something her body already knew for itself, what was asked for, wanted, needed. The first time he’d so much as touched her hand – that recognition – instant. In that moment she had understood what was known could never be unknown. But where did that leave her without him? The broad slope of Junin’s back encompasses her field of vision, the old gray college T-shirt in graying light, his shoulder moving up and down. Breaths burst from her in harsh little pants. He shifts into focus, making no attempt to delay or tease, working the tips of his fingers into that tenderness again and again with brutal efficiency. As if from someplace far away Rei hears herself whimper.
Junin kisses the divot of her collarbone. “You good?” he murmurs. His voice ragged. “You okay?”
The gentleness in his words calls up that thing in her gullet again, another pang of hunger, and she feels as if she’s being carved wide, skinned and left out open. Any moment he could glance up and witness her. The late day shines darkly through the windows, through the gleam of what could be rain or mist or nothing at all. Her skin feels like a bruise everywhere he’s against it, throbbing and too soft to be touched. Down where she’s holding him she can feel the trip of his pulse. What does the body know? The length of his cock overfills her small hand and she wonders if when they make love this will be enough to sate her. If anything is.
“I’m fine,” Rei tells him. She licks her lips, swallows. “Go harder.”
So,@venuscrescent made me the most spectacularly sexy early birthday present possible. I am beyond blessed. Look at these two! Their gorgeous hair, beautifully defined faces, these raw, intimate expressions, J’s impressive pecs…and if you’re into art that’s on the explicit side of things, I urge you to check out the nsfw versions as well, his pecs aren’t the only impressive thing about him.
Honestly, PERFECTION. I am so lucky, thank you thank you thank you for gifting me with these!
I know that I let you wait too long for this one @danni-bunny and I hope you are not too disappointed with this. I’ll probably finish Zoicite and Nephrite on my next day off… hope you enjoy this one happy New Year
My collab art for the beautiful fairytale fic “Red Rose of Nara” by warriorofice as a part of @ssminibang 2020! The story is so amazing, I still can`t believe I was lucky enough to illustrate it.
While running away from an arranged marriage, a headstrong princess encounters fairy godmothers, curses, magical objects, witches, and princes and princesses of all stripes. All she wants is to live her own life, but luckily (or unluckily), she has her very own fire-breathing dragon to help her find her happily-ever-after.
