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@phantasiiae || LIKED for a SMOL STARTER for Aerith

"I've more pin picks in my fingers than that man has decency." Vaux's scathing review is uttered without fuss over the rim of his teacup, a briefly raised brow the only further wordless comment he made on the matter.

"Has he caused you much trouble, darling? Or was this a one off?"

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@sharp-shot || LIKED for a SMOL STARTER

"Besides being utterly frozen near to death, yes - I'm fine, thank you, darling - - " Truly, he was trying his best to not come across as miserable as he felt, sopping wet through as he was, waiting for a Ferry back to Altissia. His little foray away was now proving to be an issue, given that he could t get home with thanks to cancellations. "I presume you're as stranded as I am?"

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@boyinvisible || LIKED for a SMOL STARTER

"Honestly, darling - - I've been called worse things by better men. Don't think too much on it." A dismissive hand briefly waves, as if wafting aside the subject of conversation entirely. "What can I help you with?"

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Anya Taylor-Joy in Cheney Chan for Variety magazine May ‘24 issue

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@yakvzas || LIKED for a SMOL STARTER for Momo

"Come on in, darling, and make yourself comfortable. I'll be with you in just a moment-" Always were there issues, ones he could only hope to avoid - but tantrums from men who dislike what the tailor has to say is, unfortunately, entirely unavoidable. Vaux is, however, swift to tidy up the space at the back of the tailors where he fitting had gone awry and with naught mentioned does he step out onto the quiet of the main store floor. Quiet - - with thanks to it being mid evening. "How can I help you, sweet?"

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SMOL starter call

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ANONYMOUS Asked: Vaux. Do you every think you will find a genuine prince charming? Do you think you deserve one? You parade yourself around as something you're not and then get surprised when someone isn't genuine with you or you get used. There are no happily ever afters for liars.

Absolute silence enshouds the tailor, his utter quietude speaking more than any sentence he could structure could, in that very moment. He remains, however, perfectly carried until he is able to close his apartment door behind him - feigning that he hadn't heard the series of questions or statements at all. Boots are kicked off, jacket removed, earrings tossed into a small, silver bowl 'pon a dresser and - once the door to his bedroom is closed - does that mask slip.

Heartbreak, and naught short of it, is written across Vaux's every feature - his eyes glimmer with hears, his lip trembles with primed emotion, the softened tremble to every breath he both inhales and exhales perfectly telling. His heart is wounded, the words uttered to him having sug up elements of his past he would dare not to recall upon a usual eve for he knew how vicious they were in their poise and presence.

He had been loved, once. He had been adored, he had been aided, he had been shown off to family and friends, made to feel like he was the most sublime creature to have ever existed and he had thought that life couldn't have gotten any better. He had just started out making a name for himself, had met the live of his life, had done all he could to make him reach his dreams just how Vaux felt he was being supported in turn. He had his Prince Charming, and he felt unstoppable against the world.

Until it was all revealed to be a lie, until his Prince left ad soon as he made the modelling break he had wanted with Vaux's help - everything that had done in turn ha only ever been to secure Vaux's talents, not his heart, and when all was said and done, he took the prestige of a new career and left the heart he had never wanted in the first place behind. Vaux ha never recovered from that sense of heartbreak, of pure betrayal.

Back then, when he had only been an apprentice gaining recognition, Vaux had only ever offered himself to the world - and it had only met him with difficulty, with hardships, with struggle and, finally, had shattered his heart. Always had he been so very self-conscious and detesting, but he'd never allowed it to take from his usual presentation of being genuine. It wasn't long after his breakup, however, that Vaux began to properly fashion himself a persona.

Initially, it had been to protect himself from those surrounding, something that would allow him to get a better judge of a person before they could get even remotely close to him - but the more he worse it and the more he built upon it, the more he relied upon it, and the more fearful he became of showing himself and the disappointment that came with it.

He couldn't deny that he was a liar, because he was, in essence and he always had intentions of showing fragments of his true self to any genuine party along the way - but it became more difficult the longer he paraded as the Vaux the public wanted to see, and on the extremely rare occasion that the mask would slip in those early days, the reaction had been abhorrent. So he let it go less and less, until he felt he could never show himself to another... And in turn, disallowed himself close relationships because he didn't want someone falling for him... Not when the him he showed to the world wasn't real. It made him no better than the man that had broken his heart.

"Do I deserve one? No--" He whispers quietly to himself, hands balling to fists upon the plush blankets of his bed. He may not have thought that he deserved any such connection, but Vaux did crave it, found his broken heart to be terribly lonely. It had to be so, however. His lifestyle, his choices, his persona - they all came at the cost, and that cost was genuine relationships of any variety. A weighty one, he would agree.

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fendi couture spring/summer 2023

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I have an anon in my inbox that I'm looking forward to answering but it has made Vaux extremely sads.

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Instagram - @almost_dreamy

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@sacredflorist asked: "We're gonna get you warm!"

"I fear that getting warm might be a smite difficult given my current state." Utterly and immensely soaked through from the rain hammering from the heavens above, Vaux had gotten naught short of drenched on his way to pay a visit to the undercity: first when travelling to the station then when waiting for the train plate-side. By the time he'd gotten onto said train and then off again at his destination, he was thoroughly saturated and still had to make the walk to get to his destination. At least his welcome was bright.

"But thank you, sweet. I'm sure I'll dry off soon enough." As uncomfortable as it was, sat in wet clothes, Vaux made the most of it. He was there to visit Aerith, after all, and the children of the Leaf House: bags and boxes already having been placed upo a table full of sweet treats and clothing made by his own hands using recycled fabrics. He liked to come as often as he could, squeeze it into his routine and needs - it was a break, but also bought a sense of self, of helping.

"Besides... It wasn't like I was going to allow a little bit of rain to deter me from my days plans. Not even a thunderstorm could prevent me from visiting."

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SMOL starter call

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JUDE DUARTE DRESSES: RED EDITION

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Sad/Crying sentence starters

requested by anon

Both responses to/from. Feel free to rephrase things to better fit your muse

“I’m just tired…”

“I feel doomed, all of the time, and nothing makes it any better.”

“I’m not crying, I just have some–okay I am crying but if you tell anyone I’ll make you regret it.”

“Just leave me alone.”

“…You’re kind of an ugly crier.”

“Should I come back later?”

“Are you okay? You’ve seemed really down lately.”

“I’m sad, and I’m going to keep being sad until you give me a hug.”

“What happened?”

“Just give me five minutes to get over myself.”

“Here’s a tissue. You looked like you needed it.”

“This is so stupid, I don’t know why I’m crying.”

“The best way you could possibly cheer me up is to give me some space.”

“Don’t cry over spilled milk.”

“It’s easier to be angry than to be sad.”

“It’s been so long but it doesn’t feel any better and it hasn’t gotten any easier.”

“I miss the way things used to be.”

“I think I feel too much.”

“Everything I touch dies.”

“I told myself I wasn’t going to cry about this anymore but every little thing reminds me.”

“Why do my good intentions always blow up in my face?”

“Stop crying, you are way too sensitive.”

“ I don’t even want to get better anymore.”

“I’m sorry. For everything, I’m so sorry.”

“You can’t fix me, so stop trying.”

“The fact that you’re insecure isn’t my problem.”

“Everything’s wrong with me.”

“Was it my fault?”

“Everyone deserves better.”

“ I feel so stupid and small and helpless.”

“….Yikes.”

“I think I’m becoming boring like this, bland and devoid of personality.”

“Be nicer to yourself, alright?”

“Please don’t hurt me.”

“Everything! Is! Horrible!”

“Why won’t you let me help you?!”

“Come here, let me wipe up those tears.”

“Tears are a good look for you.”

“You were supposed to care about me!”

“Whenever I look at myself I want to cry.”

“Are you okay?”

“Please don’t judge me.”

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@gcldfanged asked: [ WARM ] for your muse to put their jacket around my muse’s shoulders

To say that it has been a difficult morning for the tailor would have been quite the understatement, but being one to prefer the opposite of dramatics when it came to the machinations of his personal life, he made no mention of the obscenities in which he had faced with shoulders set and chin held high that morning. Instead, he'd excused himself from the boutique, had all of his appointments rearranged to be taken by any one of his seamstresses and simply disappeared from his usual haunts.

Drizzling weather matched his rather dismal mood, the greys of the Heavens and the pavements in turn perfectly matching how Vaux was feeling. Walking took him in random directions, almost as if he was looking for something along the way but found naught that would fill the seemingly gaping hole within his soul that now ached with such intensity it made him feel hollow. Quiet, and not pausing once for conversation, he eventually finds himself within a park - a small scraping of greenery in the vast concrete of the city, where he pauses long enough to sit upon a damp bench.

It is there he remains for some time, lost in the constant twists of his thoughts and feelings, their intwined nature making him feeling quite remarkably fragile. At what point tears had stained his cheeks he didn't know, but he did snap rather abruptly out of such fixation when the weight of a jacket - one he had made he was sure of it - was placed around his shoulders and a familiar figure sat aside him.

He's startled initially, pale eyes wide like a doe before he simply sinks back into his slouch - defeated and, only now recognising, cold. 'T is with a hum that he leans into Jae's side, finding that he'd no ability to form a sentence at the moment without getting mixed up with the torrent of things in the forefront of his mind. It's a few minutes before he finds the words, in fact, and though his gaze turns apologetic he still doesn't have the strength to raise it to company.

"How did you find me - -?" Was his first question, a soft sniff following. Truly, it was quite cold now that he had returned to the weight of reality. "--and why?" But they were trivial questions, really. Did it particularly matter? No -

"... Are you busy this evening? It's just... Well, I don't really want to be on my own and... Well, I've a spare room, and...?" He wants to ask, he does, but Vaux had always been one to struggle on by himself, to ask for help - even in terms of just having the security of company for a while - is difficult for him.

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What's with the savage anons lately good LORD GO AWAY