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[trishmishtree]

First sewing project of 2025 completed!

It's a Vicwardian shirtdress that kind of straddles the lines between historybounding and historical costuming and cosplay.

See, I have made 3-4 blouses/shirtwaists in this style now, and the most irritating thing about them is that they gradually get more and more untucked throughout the day until I'm left with a muffin top spilling over my skirts. So I figured, why not make one that's the bodice of a dress? That way, I can anchor the blouse part down to the waistband so it can't ride up and come untucked, and I can control how much it's allowed to blouse and keep it that way 24/7 since it's stitched down.

^See? Now I won't have to constantly adjust and re-adjust the gathering and pleating into the waistband or tug my shirttails down because I can feel the back of the blouse ballooning out again.

(Almost forgot to mention: yes, the skirt has giant Victorian-style pockets in the side seams. The dress was 99% hand sewn, mostly because I was working on it while out of town without access to my machine, but also because when I got home and tried to attach a facing to the pockets, my machine decided 3 layers of this shirting-weight cotton twill fabric was too much to handle and broke down. So thanks for that, pockets. Now I have to find a repair shop or replacement machine.)

And bonus: the skirt can be worn as is, or it can function as a petticoat under a separate skirt I can wear over the dress. If I make a floor-length walking skirt to wear over this shirtdress, and maybe a waistcoat and/or an Eton jacket, then I'll have a convincing enough 1890s-1900s ensemble for historical costuming purposes.

Oh, and in case you can't tell, the bodice design with the diagonal pintucks in the yoke is inspired by the outfit that Elphaba wears in her "The Wizard and I" sequence from the new movie. She wears this gauzy, crinkle chiffon-looking blouse under a black jumper dress, and the visible parts of the blouse look like they're bias cut, with some kind of pintucked or micro-pleated texture.

I basically spent the last month and change drooling over the costuming and wanting Elphaba's entire wardrobe. I don't think I'll be accurately recreating any of her actual costumes, but I like to think that my new shirtdress *could* potentially be something she'd wear.

Oh, and here's a detail of the lower sleeves on my dress. Elphaba's usually wearing all black, so the movie costumers played a lot with the texture of the fabrics on her clothing. They were inspired by mushrooms and other earthy textures, so her dresses have a more organic look than what I have going on here. I didn't have enough fabric to play around with, so I figured I'd just give honeycomb smocking a try, and I'm shocked at how well these sleeves preserve body heat in the winter.

Now all I need to do is make her hat and maybe sew a cloth facemask from green fabric and my 2025 office-appropriate Halloween costume will be good to go.

EDIT: link to the pattern I made for this dress here

And here's the dress worn under the corresponding skirt and waistcoat, and Eton jacket.

[borkunlimited]

Take Your Time, Miss Deer (Sylus x Reader) - Ch. 3

In a tailor shop tucked in the calmer side of the N109 zone is a little room where all clothes of many different designs come together under the delicate hands of an unassuming deer living in the den of all sorts of beasts and sitting on them is the dragon who wears your clothes.

Your many interactions with Skye, Mr. Sylus’ messenger or-

-Sylus is waiting for you to finally figure out he is playing his own messenger.

A Deer Hybrid! Reader x Dragon Hybrid! Sylus Fic

Tags: Sylus x Reader, Hybrid AU, Suggestive Themes, Fluff, Predator/Prey

AO3

Ch. 1 / Ch. 2 / Ch. 3 / Ch. 4 / Ch. 5 / Ch. 6 / Ch. 7 / Ch. 8 / Ch. 9 / Ch. 10 / Side A / Side B

3: My Dearest, Playful

Perhaps it started with the little notes.

When Sylus gradually shifted from his previous tailor to you, it was supposed to be a simple business transaction. A seamless transition as you become his lead tailor. A trade where he will pay and he will receive the clothes in return.

Your father was very confident with your skills and one look at the samples your father has laid out in front of him is enough for Sylus to know you have unparalleled talent when it comes to design and sewing.

He didn’t question what you and your father are doing here in the N109 zone even if your kind should not be here at all. There is already a fair share of artisans and any brilliant minds for that matter like you who chose to settle here for various reasons. 

Debt. 

Crime. 

Humans.

The list goes long.

When his first request from you arrived, he was more than pleased. Inside the dark cardboard box laced with red tissue paper was the business attire he had commissioned from you. From the embroidery, the fabric, and the measurements, you were able to capture everything just as he imagined it.

But what tops everything is the little note at the bottom of the box. 

“Thank you, Mr. Sylus.”

Neat handwriting. A simple thanks signed with your first name and a cute drawing of a smiling deer.

He didn’t write a response to that message and instead sent a bouquet of roses after that. Afterall, he knows when to acknowledge effort when he sees it.

Then it became a game. At least for him. A back and forth.

Every time you send over a box, he will always find these little notes at the bottom, always a note of gratitude.

“Thank you for the flowers, Mr. Sylus.”

“The hairpin is very lovely.”

“Father and I had a wonderful night.”

Oh, he remembered that night quite well. It was the night where he finally laid eyes on his shy and elusive tailor that he only saw before through the optics of Mephisto.

So many well-dressed people that evening. The opera has a good ensemble of music and a capable orchestra but his gaze was only trained at you the entire time.

Who would have known?

You are much lovelier in person. Even if you are a good distance away from him. 

Now, he gets to appreciate that beauty up close.

“Skye, what brings you here?”, you asked him, tilting your head slightly at him. You had your hair up and Sylus’ gaze lingered on your neck and in the skin not covered by the collar of your blouse, beads of sweat trickling down.

As usual, Mephisto is here (Again) and currently perched at your antlers while you carry boxes of clothes for delivery from your studio to the receiving area. The bird really does love your company so much.

“Just wanted to check on my boss’ favorite tailor,” Sylus replied, a hint of amusement in his voice towards the fact it is becoming too easy to switch on this new persona around you as time passed by. “Where’s your father, sweetie?”

Of course, Sylus knows the answer to that already even before he stepped inside your shop, fully aware that your father had left you by your lonesome today to go to the nearby hospital for his check-up.

Sure, he always had Luke and Kieran watch over you despite being fully aware none of your clients will do anything stupid when inside your shop but he isn’t going to take his chances today.

Besides, this is the perfect chance to spend time with you without having to deal with your father’s subtle fearful gaze.

The fear is understandable, he supposed. A deer and a dragon together in one room? That usually spells disaster if you and him are outside the N109 zone.

A disaster that usually ends in the front page of the newspaper.

“Oh, he went to the hospital for a check-up, Skye,” you smiled at him and you were about to pick up another box when he beat you to it, his hands gently covering yours and then carrying it himself.

“You don’t have to-”

“Let me, sweetheart.”

“Mr. Sylus might think I am turning you into my errand boy.”

“Don’t worry, darling, consider it as me being a gentleman,” he answered, his tail wrapping around your waist while you walked back with him to the receiving area.

He would do anything you ask without complaint. 

Lovesick. Utterly smitten. He should have talked to you long ago, to relish being accepted by you who worries over his being than over the possibility of being mauled to death by him.

His response is rewarded with a smile from you. They aren’t as bad as your fellow hybrids and even humans claim they are. 

Dragon hybrids. 

Wolf hybrids. 

Or any hybrids that take into the traits of any carnivore. 

If anything, Skye, the twins, and the other residents here in the N109 zone have been very accommodating to you so far despite your differences. Perhaps it is possible, all of you hybrids living in solidarity.

“How can I make it up to you, Skye?”, you asked, watching him set down the box with the others. Simon, the canine hybrid delivery boy, should be here any minute now to pick them up and bring them to your clients.

“Is a kiss too much to ask?”

Sylus meant it as a joke, to tease you, just so he can see your adorable blush but a part of him secretly hopes you will give it to him just like how you give it freely to Mephisto and the twins.

You tilt your head at him, as if surprised with his request that was immediately replaced with a soft smile.

What are you doing?

He looked down at you, slightly confused (and perhaps, amused) when he saw you cock your head slightly upwards with your eyes closed.

You are waiting for him to do something.

Is this what he thinks it is?

“And what is this for, sweetie?”, he asked, his breath hitching upon realizing your position.

You are going to let him take a kiss.

You tapped on your forehead, “Here. This spot.”

It was good you specified where at least but even if you don’t, he has half a mind that there are things he shouldn’t take without your permission.

These are one of the rare occasions where Sylus’ self-control slips for a fraction and he has to remind himself he is supposed to be playing the role of ‘Skye’. One of Mr. Sylus’ henchmen as you said. 

He studied your face briefly, looking for any signs of doubt but there is none. Are you teasing him back? No, it doesn’t look like it. 

You are actually letting him do it.

He inhaled sharply and his tail wrapped around you tightened briefly before leaning closer then gently placing a kiss on your forehead, a content and quiet sigh escaping his lips as he waited for your reaction.

He wants to do it again. To shower you with such gestures.

“I hope that is enough to make it up for helping me here today, Skye,” you said, a satisfied expression on your face.

How sweet can you get, Miss Deer? Giving these freely when asked nicely.

“Consider it paid in full, sweetie,” Sylus chuckled softly. You are so unpredictable sometimes that he made a mental note that he should be more clear next time.

But it isn’t so bad.

The sharp ringing of the telephone cut through the quietness of the receiving area and Sylus watched you walk towards it to pick it up, his tail letting go of you.

He listened idly to your quiet conversation to the other person on the line and his attention went from the small smile on your face then downwards, his gaze shifting on your tail swaying side to side.

Cute, fluffy, well-groomed and-

-oh-so-inviting.

How would it feel against his fingertips or perhaps, tangled against his own?

“I understand,” you nodded, a worried look on your face, “Get well soon, Simon.”

You put down the phone and looked at the boxes for delivery. Should you return them back to your studio and ask your clients to pick it up? But then again, they requested it for delivery and you sighed heavily.

It isn’t the delivery boy’s fault if he caught the flu. It was a miracle he even managed to call you based on the state of his voice.

“It looks like I had to the delivery today, Skye,” you told him, walking towards the entrance of the shop to flip the sign from ‘Open’ to ‘Closed’.

“I am coming with you, sweetie.”

“But how?”

“With my car, miss seamstress.”

“Mr. Sylus wouldn’t mind? He might be looking for you now,” you replied, slightly worried. He already helped you around moving the boxes and now he is driving you around as well?

Oh, who do you think I am?

“He can afford a few hours without me,” he answered dismissively, already picking up boxes to load on his car. There is no way he will let you walk and use the public transportation especially not in the N109 zone.

“It looks like I owe you again, Skye,” you smiled at him, following him to his car with your clipboard.

This is clearly an expensive car.

He said it was his car, right? You are sure you didn’t misheard. Does Mr. Sylus pays his people well? Maybe the rumors were actually true when it comes to his wealth or maybe it is hazard pay? There is word that Mr. Sylus and his people deal with hybrids and humans alike on their line of work.

“Consider it as my gratitude for your little reward earlier, sweetheart.”

Your subtle surprised reaction did not escape his notice and he had to stifle his chuckle on your reaction, his tail flicking in amusement as he opened the car door for you, his hand on the small of your back.

He should take you to joyrides every now and then.

In fact, now that he thinks about it, that isn’t enough at all in his dictionary when it comes to spoiling you.

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All of his business associates were stunned.

It was no secret at this point that Sylus is visiting you frequently and becoming more watchful over you. They know this because when a shootout happened right in  front of your shop, Sylus was immediately there, royally pissed at the perpetrators and a new rule was added that there should be no violence at all within the 500 meters of your shop.

Did everyone get the message? Oh, they certainly did especially when the warehouses of the perpetrators were conveniently burned down the morning after.

The message is very loud and clear.

They all agreed you and him make an unlikely pair. It wasn’t uncommon between hybrids of different species to find attraction towards each other but in your case? They actually all prayed (Which is the most unusual) that their beloved tailor will be safe.

Surely, Sylus has enough self-restraint to not mistake you for prey, right? That he isn’t a wild animal wearing well-tailored clothes to mingle among the turbulent crowd of hybrids and humans.

There was a certain expectation that his demeanor will be softened at least slightly when he is around you yet seeing you together for the first time? By goodness, he looked more terrifying even when you were standing beside him, greeting them all cheerfully and explaining why you are doing the delivery today.

You frowned upon seeing your client shake. This is the third time your clients looked at you as if they wanted to be anywhere but here and you know precisely why.

You didn’t expect Skye to be that scary to other people but he actually is. Does that come with working with Mr. Sylus? Luke and Kieran do not look menacing at all but they did mention they do the dirty work so that only means Skye is most likely sent to do the same as well.

Maybe their images change depending on the situation.

“Oh, please don’t be scared,” you tried your best to assure your client who is clearly trembling in the appearance of your companion, “Skye’s not on duty today. He is just tagging along.”

Sylus just smirked at the man in front of you who was looking at him in sheer terror. He badly wanted to laugh but chose not to, not wanting to break his facade.

It is not often you find the leader of Onychinus himself standing on your doorstep especially when you just woke up and in your pajamas.

Skye?

Why are you calling Sylus using a different name? Or maybe that is a nickname? The word going about is he is pursuing you but are you two that far in your relationship already?

Your client, an older lion hybrid, kept his eyes at you, not daring to look at Sylus.

“Yes, my apologies,” your client nodded slowly and he is careful not to even brush his hands against yours as you handed him the box of suit you tailored for him, “Not so often you see, um-, Sy-”

He froze when Sylus glared at him, a silent warning, daring him to finish that sentence, his tail flicking in subtle annoyance.

The older lion is even more confused but chose not to prod further. Work with Sylus long enough and you will see signs when he doesn’t want to continue the conversation any further. To leave the subject as it is, choose a new topic, and hope that would placate him.

You caught the silent exchange between them and it even made you slightly frustrated that Skye is unintentionally being scary. You do believe it isn’t his fault since he did not get to choose what kind of hybrid he would be when he was born.

“Skye, stop scaring him,” you gently chided him and the lion hybrid watched in surprise at how fast Sylus switched his expression, holding a subtle fondness when he gazed at you.

“I’m not scary, sweetie.”

“You’re not to me but to them, I think you are.”

“Oh, am I?”

“You were just glaring at him awhile ago,” you pointed out, and even then, your scolding is quite gentle, as if reprimanding a child who is bullying someone younger than him.

Perhaps you need to work with him on making sure he doesn’t scare people during his off time.

“I am really sorry, sir,”, you bowed politely to the still stunned lion hybrid, “We need to get going but please be assured we are going to work on his customer service.”

Your client just nodded slowly, mumbling a small thanks, watching as you and Sylus walked back towards the car, the dragon hybrid’s tail wrapped loosely around your waist and even then, he could still pick up the dragon hybrid teasing you.

“Are you going to teach me how to behave, sweetie?”

“If you don’t mind, Skye.”

.

.

.

What on earth just happened?

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It was certainly exhausting delivering all of those boxes.

Sylus watched you in amusement, taking a sip of his coffee while you rested your head on your arms on the table. He mostly let you do the talking even when you attempted to let him take the lead so he could work on his ‘customer service’ only for him to fail. (Mostly because the moment your clients opened the door they almost had a heart attack so you had to take over.)

“Maybe we need to work on your smile,” you mumbled, your groan of frustration sounding louder because of how quiet the cafe was.

“And how do you suggest we work on that, miss seamstress?”, he asked, his hand resting on his chin as you looked at him, studying his face.

Up close, Skye actually looks quite.. good looking, a faint blush tinting your cheeks at the thought and you shook your head.

You find these feelings very confusing. On one hand you have Mr. Sylus, still shrouded in mystery as ever but now you confirmed he is almost the same age as you and now every time he asks Skye to deliver his gifts, your crush slight admiration for him grows despite being aware you don’t even know him but you appreciate his shy attempts on making a connection with you.

Yet, you don’t even know what he looks like. What kind of hybrid is he even?

Then, you have Skye, a recent character, who keeps you company even when he just had to drop off the gift and go. Every time he hands you Mr. Sylus’ presents, you often see that it is from him instead.

It is all frustrating but you have to come into terms that dragon hybrids should be with their kind and the same goes to you and Mr. Sylus.

“Let me think,” you said, your brows slightly furrowed.

Back to the topic. The plan. Maybe his fangs slightly poking out might be the problem and smirking seemed to be his default expression.

“Take your time, sweetie, I’m in no rush,” he replied, his gaze more fixed at your little pout and he raised his brow when you switched seats, sitting beside him. “What’s this?”

“I am fixing your smile.”

Oh, this is good. 

Very good. 

He relished the warmth of your hands on his face while you try to correct his smirk, making his fangs slightly hidden. A very surprising turn of events but a favorable one. Who knows accompanying you for delivery would lead to your delicate hands touching him like this.

It didn’t help how close you are, the scent of cotton and wildflowers at full force.

Little deer forgets she is in the company of a predator it seems.

How amusing how you never cower even when the rest of the beasts you have met with him did.

“Is this your way of fixing my smile then?”, he asked, his voice slightly muffled and he noticed the slight tremble on your touch.

Perhaps the deer instincts are still there.

“I just want to see if I can.”

You nodded but there was a subtle hint of fear in your gaze when you noticed how sharp those canines are up close before it was immediately replaced by the determination you have earlier.

Sure, Skye and you are polar opposites when it comes to species but no, he wouldn’t jump on you-

-He wouldn’t jump on you and eat you.

“You’re trembling, miss seamstress” he said quietly, holding one of your wrists.

“I am just hungry,” you immediately replied, your other hand resting on your lap.

Your ears drooped slightly, guilty and ashamed for letting your natural instincts dictate your reactions. No one has harmed you so far in this place. It isn’t fair for you to look at him in fear when Skye has been kind to you. Who had every chance to pounce on you while both of you are alone on your studio but did not.

Sylus knows it is an excuse but chose to let it slide, letting go of your wrist. He doesn’t want to ruin this little impromptu date (It is a date, you just don’t know.)

“Our orders should be here any minute now, sweetheart,” he replied.

He didn’t push any further but his tail wrapped around you gently and he hoped despite you being so naive, so oblivious, you will take this as a sign that he is grateful.

Grateful that you didn’t stand up and flee.

Your tail wagged slightly when you saw your strawberry shortcake set in front of you together with his lemon tart.

“This looks very delicious,” you said, studying the treat in front of you.

“You’re more excited at the cake than finishing the delivery earlier, Miss Deer” he commented, poking your cheek.

Of course you are, especially when the strawberries on top look very fresh partnered with a pink macaron.

“The macaron looked so cute.”

“It does, but not as cute as you, darling deer.”

“Liar.”

What was it exactly? 

Your playful tease? 

The sense of foreboding that he is indeed a liar, that he is lying to you about his identity? 

Or maybe it was the white cream on your fingers?  Or perhaps the tip of your tongue darting slightly on your bottom lip to clean the crumbs of the pink pastry? 

Or was it because he wanted to be the one to lick that little mess himself?

No, it is what comes after.

It is what comes after that would bother him for the next few days and bear that irrational anger that comes with pining over the deer gazing back at him from her hidden grove, waiting for him to reveal himself from the darkness of the woods that surround your little paradise.

It is what comes after that when he can hear his heartbeats against his chest, his breath hitching, his eyes widening, and his lips parting slightly.

It was when-

It was when you made that sound with your oh-so-inviting lips.

Pop.

“Oh, it is as tasty as it looks!”, you exclaimed.

The trance breaks.

He blinked, immediately taking a deep breath to collect himself.

“Let me have a taste,” he said playfully, slightly strained while he try to calm the beating of his heart.

“Can you let me try yours as well, Skye?”, you asked.

Maybe he bit more than he can chew for today but he himself won’t admit that.

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Sylus wouldn't deny how far his imagination goes when it comes to you.

They are usually domestic most of the time, little wishes of resting his chin on your shoulder while watching you work but there are cases it goes beyond that.

It was natural, he supposed, especially when he is already a lovestruck fool at this point. 

A lovestruck fool for you, at least.

But they were proof to him. 

That this attraction is not because he wants to devour you like those lunatics who lost their minds on the haze on being unable to discern the difference between love and obsession.

His affections for you are real. His intentions are without a doubt, pure.

He acted as if he never saw the rest of his business associates earlier that day and no one dared to bring up why he is accompanying you on a delivery run.

Despite that, things do not go smoothly.

Not because people are being stubborn, no, they are very cooperative for once.

It was because every now and then, he remembers that sound. 

That sound you made earlier.

Pop.

It was enough to distract him every now and then. How his hold on the firearm faltered just slightly when he was inspecting it, how his grip on the cards during the poker game tightened and he is glad that his schedule isn't tight tonight because he would like to have some time for himself, to clear his head.

"What are we going to do if there are any incoming calls for you, boss?", Luke asked.

“Just say I am busy for tonight,” he sighed then added.

“And no interruptions unless it’s urgent.”

Luke and Kieran looked at each other, perplexed. Usually, the boss would be in his best mood after visiting you but he looked grumpy tonight.

Did you guys fight? No way. They had spent enough time with you to know you don’t get ticked off so easily.

“Is Miss Deer okay?”, Kieran asked quietly.

“She’s fine,” he answered and gave them a dismissive wave.

The two just nodded, making a mental note to swing by tomorrow to check on you as well or maybe tonight. What if you are crying because the boss said something? Oh, they really hope you aren’t.

Perhaps they should bring along a box of sweets just in case and tell you it was from the boss.

Because if they need to be a mediator between you and the boss, then so be it.

The twins closed the door behind them and Sylus ran a hand through his hair, deep in thought and it did not help that his pants are tighter than usual.

Terribly unfair how he had to deal with this while you are back at your shop, most likely hard at work even during the evenings.

Perhaps a long and cold shower should help him and for good measure, he will down a bottle of whisky too because for once, he hopes that you will not appear in his dreams tonight, fully aware what kind of dream it will be.

Oh, how wrong he was.

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Ch. 1 / Ch. 2 / Ch. 3 / Ch. 4 / Ch. 5 / Ch. 6 / Ch. 7 / Ch. 8 / Ch. 9 / Ch. 10 / Side A / Side B

[retrowitchy]

ranking lucy gray's outfits in the tbosas movie as a costume design student ✶✧

quite possibly, everything rachel zegler wears is my favorite part of tbosas. trish summerville is a big personal hero of mine, and tbosas is my favorite hunger games film in terms of costume design!!! so as a disclaimer, i love every one of these looks with everything in me, this is just me ranking them.

8. swimsuit

this really shouldn't be in last place, because crochet swimwear? brilliant. and so beautiful. and so in-universe.

i love how all the covey swimwear feels like it was hand-made by the characters themselves. obviously, nobody in district 12 is swimming for pleasure much (we learn this from the first book, and haymitch and burdie just skinny dipped lol), so naturally the covey would have made their own things to wear by hand.

7. sejanus' execution

the details of the snakes on her belt and the hand stitching/embroidery on her sleeves are so wonderful. for an outfit that never really gets a full shot in the film (most of rachel's shots in this scene are closeups from the neck up), the dedication to detail is super admirable.

6. well i'm not made out of sugar

it's such a good detail how coriolanus' mother's shawl perfectly color compliments the rest of this outfit. it's like she picked it out to match on purpose, which makes the betrayal all the more devastating. i think this scene is also one of trish's stronger uses of color symbolism- the warm, sunshine-y colors of lucy gray contrasting the stark, bare palette of everything coriolanus wears in 12. she's a symbol of hope. he's trying to end that.

5. the covey lake

huge fan of the simplicity here. it's just a dress over the swimsuit. and yet everything about this screams lucy gray and screams covey. look at those mismatched little brass buttons!! the swimsuit peeking out from underneath!! the plum color suits rachel zegler so well- it's just generally so gorgeous.

4. pure as the driven snow

this outfit was one of the things about this movie that stuck in my head the most after walking out of the theater. there's this carefree, thrown-on essence to it, like the flowers in her hair are an afterthought, or maude ivory helped her put them in. i wish i could find better pictures of the vest, because the beading details are so beautiful. the reusing of her boots is a good detail too, because obviously she wouldn't have that many pairs of shoes.

3. the meadow

trish summerville did a great job at building a repeated silhouette for lucy gray. the cinched waist, blousy or sleeveless top, and a-line, flowing skirt is in almost every outfit, and i think this one is the most classic example of that look. i think she looks so beautiful in blue, and i like that she's dressed in such a wide variety of colors throughout the film- always something completely different than the last.

2. the rainbow dress

OBVIOUSLY. hand painted corset are you kidding me? i remember seeing this in the trailer and thinking truly, she could not have more perfectly recreated the dress from the book. it stays true to lucy gray's sillhouette, the ruffles feel bright enough to be a rainbow, but muted enough to still feel in-universe/accurate for 12. one of my favorite details is her boots ↓

they're old, and have a vintage feel, but something about how chunky they are also reminds us that despite the folksy charm, we are also in a dystopian future.

1. nothing you can take from me

my baby. my darling. possibly my favorite costume of any hunger games film. i am IN LOVE with this outfit.

the flower decal trimming and embroidery on her blouse, and the crushed navy velvet that feels like it was found at a 100 year old antique store. the boots are back. lacy top underneath, hand crocheted no doubt. purple in the skirt, but it's subtle- purple is her most repeated color element. it's rebellious, it's royal. the slight 1940s references in the silhouette.

DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THE HAIR. ribbons and feathers threaded throughout her curls, giving her the impression of a bird in flight when she twirls??? REMIND YOU OF ANYTHING?????

this is her triumphant return moment, her defiant song against the oppression of the capitol. she's captivated the crowd....just like a certain someone will years and years later.

[aestradairio]

. the Aestra Art House Gallery Exhibition 𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི

— Nestled in the heart of a bustling city, a new art gallery has opened its doors, inviting art enthusiasts to experience a unique and inspiring event. Fully glamed, you decided to attend this event as it seemed very important after you received the invitation.

As you approach the gallery, you’re welcomed by an elegant facade, its modern architecture blending seamlessly with the urban surroundings. The large windows offer glimpses of the art inside, drawing you in with their promise of discovery. Stepping through the grand entrance, you find yourself in a serene and minimalist lobby. The atmosphere is calm and inviting, with light colors and tasteful decor creating a sense of tranquility.

Standing near the entrance is an elegant lady, dressed in a chic, tailored outfit that exudes both sophistication and warmth. Her attire is a perfect blend of classic and modern, with a flowing silk blouse paired with a sleek pencil skirt, complemented by tasteful jewelry that adds a touch of sparkle without being overpowering. Her posture is poised, and she carries herself with a grace that is both welcoming and refined.

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The Country Doctor, Chapter 7: The "Why" Factor

Pairing: Dr. Leonard “Bones” McCoy x F!Reader (finally!). Other Characters are the usual suspects: Jim Kirk, Nyota Uhura. Eleanora McCoy, Miles Cooper, and Jocelyn (Leonard's ex-wife), Charlie (OMC, mentioned)

Word Count: 5578

Warnings: Time for a taste of drama with the entitled ex-wife, (more later) and her shenanigans with the ruthless CEO of NorthStar Corp. Reader has no patience for Jocelyn and makes sure she knows who's the boss. A bit of anxiety and nervousness from meeting Leonard's mother, Eleanora, in person for the first time. Leonard and our Reader being so cute together and moving to the next step in their relationship.

Summary: Fresh off of his divorce, Dr. McCoy receives word that he has inherited a 5,000-acre farm and home in Logan, Montana. Finally, he has an opportunity for a clean slate and to start his own clinic out west and leave his ex-wife behind. Along the way, he'll meet a cast of unique characters, each with a place in his new small-town life. But there could be trouble ahead in the form of a powerful CEO hell-bent on acquiring Leonard's property by any means necessary.

A/N: If you’ve been tagged here, it’s because you’ve interacted one or more times on a McCoy story of mine, or we’re moots. Whether you like or reblog, I am eternally grateful for your support. If anyone else would like to be tagged on any future Karl Urban character postings, or would rather leave the Crazy Train, please let me know. Thank you, and enjoy the show!

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"Hello, Leonard."

The woman standing at the door was wearing a navy-blue pencil skirt, a matching blazer with two large gold buttons and 3/4 length sleeves, and taupe stiletto heels. Under the jacket, she wore a cream-colored silk blouse, with a double strand of pearls around her neck. Her leather-gloved fingers plucked a pair of large sunglasses from atop her head and hooked them on the edge of her crimson designer handbag.

"Jocelyn, what in God's name are you doing here?" Leonard demanded.

Rolling her suitcase with her free hand, she briskly brushed past him without answering his question, then stopped in front of you. She looked you up and down, then folded her arms over her chest, fingers drumming on opposite elbows. "You! Take my bags to an open room. Preferably the one with the most natural lighting," she ordered.

Leonard started to take a step towards her but halted when he felt your hand tugging gently on his bicep. He glanced down at you, a bit puzzled, though rather curious to see how you were going to handle his ridiculously exhausting ex-wife.

You took a couple of steps in Jocelyn's direction and fixed your gaze on her polished face. "Excuse me. I don't know who or where you think you are, but this is a home, our home," you explained with a quiet calm. "It's not a hotel, resort, or some 'AirB' rental property. And I'm certainly not taking your luggage to my room," you muttered. 

"Who do you think you are, speaking to me like that?!" she snapped and turned to face her ex-husband. "Leonard, are you just going to stand there and let her--"

"YES," he growled. "First off, she's my girlfriend. Second, I am going to stand here and let her speak to you in this way because she's 100% correct," he retorted. "There are no rooms available for rent here, so you can turn right around and take your butt back to Bozeman. Or, you can check if there's something in Belgrade, which isn't too far from here. Either way, I doubt there's anything like the 5-star resorts you're used to," he snarked.

"Are you serious?" she screeched. "Where am I going to get a decent room, out here, in the middle of nowhere?"

"Should've thought about that wayyy before now, instead of showing up not only unannounced, but also uninvited. So, you can take yourself and your bags and return to your rental car to make some phone calls to find a place to stay. Better reception out there anyway," he smirked as he left the room, but not before turning and giving you a kiss to your forehead.

"No wonder we're divorced. He was always so unreasonable," Jocelyn seethed.

"Says the ex-wife who traveled more than halfway across the country to barge in on her ex-husband's life for reasons as yet unknown," Jim interjected dryly. "Front door's that way," he gestured with his chin, then patted your shoulder as he left you alone to square off with Jocelyn.

The two of you stood facing each other, arms crossed over your chests, shooting daggered looks and waiting for the other to make the first move. Finally, Jocelyn dropped her arms and sighed dramatically. "Fine," she huffed loudly. "But this," she motioned between the two of you, "isn't over yet. Leonard and I have a history together, and he'll soon realize what he's missing. He'll eventually get tired of you, and then we'll see who stays and who goes."

She readjusted the bag on her shoulder, turned on her heel, and grabbed the handle of her rolling suitcase on her way towards the door. You followed behind her and as soon as both of her feet crossed the threshold, you poked her padded shoulder, causing her to whip around. "From what I understand, it's an ancient history. I'm sure he knows exactly what he's missing by not being with you, because it's obvious he's moved on. With me. Also, news flash? I ain't goin' anywhere," you retorted, then slammed the door and locked it.

***

Leonard had retreated to his room to distance himself from his ex-wife. He knew Jim had also exited the room, which left him feeling double the guilt for abandoning you. He sat quietly, listening intently for any snippet of conversation between you and Jocelyn. To his surprise, the house was relatively quiet, no sign of the catfight or even the shouting match he expected. However, when he heard the front door close with a bang, the noise startled him and he bolted from his chair to the hallway.

As you were about to walk into your room, you heard Leonard tentatively call your name. You turned to face him with a weary smile on your face. He held out his arms and you closed the distance in only a few quick strides to be folded within his embrace. "You okay, sweetheart? Got worried when I didn't hear anything out there," he remarked.

You pulled back and searched his eyes, which were indeed full of concern. "We glared at each other for a bit before she gave me her 'villain monologue'. You know, the one where she says how she was with you first. Then she strongly indicated that she'll get rid of me, or you'll eventually get tired of me. Typical stuff, as was expected, though I wasn't impressed," you shrugged.

A deep rumble of laughter spread through his chest, which you could feel through the palm of your hand where it rested. With his arm wrapped around you, he guided the two of you into his room. He let go long enough for you to climb up onto the bed and get comfortable before he joined you. You sat with one knee bent in front of you, while the other leg dangled over the side and he lovingly clasped your hand in his.

For a few long moments, you were both quietly trying to make sense of what just happened. Leonard the first to break the silence between you. "Hey, um....about what I said....you know, when I called you my girlfriend, um....," he trailed off into a nervous chuckle.

Your head and your heart dropped as you stared at your joined hands. "Oh." This was where he was going to tell you that he didn't mean it, that he only said it to make a point with Jocelyn. "That? It-it's okay, Len. I know it was only for appear--" you started but he interrupted.

"No, sugar, it's just....," he rubbed his hand over his face and let out a frustrated growl. "This isn't the way I pictured it going. At the very least, I wanted to give you flowers or somethin' when I asked you," he rambled.

"Huh?" Now you were confused. "Asked me wh--"

"Will you be my girlfriend?" he blurted out.

At his outburst, your head snapped up and you were locked onto his hazel eyes that were full of hope for your positive response. Though you'd both been hurt in the past by those who claimed to love you, the feelings between you were altogether different. If past events were any indication, then it was worth giving a shot to see if you could truly be happy together. "Yes," you whispered. "I mean, I guess I thought I already was. But I can't deny that it's very sweet and chivalrous of you to formally ask me," you giggled.

He grinned before leaning closer to you and pressing a fleeting but tender kiss to your lips, then drew back again. His free hand cradled your cheek, while the pad of his thumb tenderly caressed your skin, and your hand hooked around his wrist. You touched your forehead against his, a gentle smile on both of your faces as you leaned back from each other. "I don't know what Jocelyn's reasons are for being here, but it's not for a nostalgic purpose. I will not let her come between us," he promised.

"I agree, she must be up to something. When I first saw her, my impression was very 'fish out of water.' She looks like she belongs anywhere in the world, all except the woods of Montana. That she's here at all raises my suspicions. If I had a dollar, I'd bet 99 cents of it that she's not working alone. This is exactly the kind of stunt that NorthStar Corp would have their hands in, where they use her to get to you," you muttered.

"I think you're on the right track. Jocelyn wouldn't be here if there wasn't something in it for her," he mused. "I can only hope she leaves us alone while Ma is here. She never was a big fan of Jocelyn," he chuckled.

"I've only met her this one time, and I can see why your ma would feel that way," you laughed in return.

"You, on the other hand? Ma's gonna love you," he remarked softly. "Just like I do."

***

Jocelyn yanked open the rear passenger door and shoved her suitcase in the back. She slammed the door then tore open the one for the driver's side and angrily seated herself behind the wheel. After throwing her handbag onto the front passenger seat, she screamed aloud in frustration. She pounded the steering wheel with the heels of her hands, while she wished the blows were inflicted elsewhere.

Several deep breaths later, and after she was a good distance from Leonard's place, she pulled into a parking lot to make her phone calls. First order of business was to call Miles Cooper of NorthStar Corp and update him on the situation.

She explained how the meeting didn't go as well as she'd hoped, and because of that, she now had to find alternate lodging. "I may have to go back to Bozeman to get anything close to the level of luxury to which I am accustomed," she all but whined. "All because he has a girlfriend now," she snarled.

"Yes, we know about her," Cooper grumbled. "You'll have to get along with her if you're going to get what we need. She's your way in to finding that paperwork from the mining and surveying company. Once you have that report, it'll be easier for us to control the situation and those resources," he explained.

"And just how exactly will that information be useful to you?" Jocelyn asked skeptically.

"That is none of your concern!" Cooper barked. "Your only job is to get that paperwork, or you will find yourself sitting at the table in a courtroom, opposite your ex-husband," he threatened. "You'll be waiting there for a judge to give you the dollar amount for the alimony reimbursement check you'll have to write. And hoping you don't get any jail time."

She blanched in horror at the thought and was thankful Cooper couldn't see her. "Fine. I'll do my best, but there's no way Leonard will trust me enough to let me get anywhere near his office. Not with that 'guard dog' of a girlfriend he has," she muttered.

"Your 'best' won't cut it. I want results, so figure it out. Or else," Cooper growled then disconnected the call.

Jocelyn stared at the darkened screen of her phone before reactivating it to search for alternate lodging. Fortunately, she was able to secure a room or, rather, a suite with a king-sized bed at a pricey hotel in downtown Bozeman. The room included a large, jetted bathtub, walk-in shower, and a private balcony area, with seating for two on its patio.

Before she continued her journey to the hotel, she called to check in with her husband, Charles, and to update him on the events so far. She explained the situation with Cooper and NorthStar Corp, and the disastrous meeting with her ex-husband. He sent comforting words to her over the phone, which slightly improved her mood and allowed an idea to begin to form in her head.

On her way into town, she'd seen the signs announcing the Holiday Festival, and the Barn Dance. Up until now, she hadn't thought much about it, as she wasn't a fan of small-town events like it. She asked Charles if he'd like to come out to Montana and join her, if his schedule would allow. In addition to having a dance partner, she knew if there was a way out of this mess, Charles would help her find it. To her delight, he agreed, then she promised to meet him at the airport.

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After the call disconnected, Cooper turned to the men in his office. "My source tells me that McCoy has yet to sign the mining contract with Blue Mountain. As long as he hasn't signed it, we can 'edit' the terms of the deal so that NorthStar gets the largest percentage of the profits."

"Won't Blue Mountain have the originals?" an executive asked.

"Doesn't matter. McCoy won't expect for any changes to have been made, and once he signs it, the contract binds him to the latest dated terms. By the time anyone notices, the mining operation will be in full swing." Provided his ex can get her hands on the damn paperwork, he inwardly fumed. May need to get in touch with Mr. 'Q' as a backup plan, in case of failure. He added this last thought to his mental "To Do" list and returned his attention back to the other items on the meeting agenda.

***

"Are you sure of her flight's arrival time? Any chance the plane got delayed on the way here? Oh, I hope we didn't miss her coming through the gate," you panicked as you frantically scanned the crowd.

Beside you, Leonard chuckled under his breath. "Will you relax, sugar? I've double-checked the time, and there are no delays. She should be walking through here any--" he drifted off as a beaming smile overtook his features. Your eyes followed his gaze as an older woman, brunette with streaks of silver in her hair, fell into his outstretched arms. "There she is. Hiya, Ma," he greeted her fondly.

"Leonard, my son, how are you?" Eleanora responded with a warm embrace. "It's so good to see you!" she gushed then turned to face you with a kind smile. "Is this the lovely young lady I've been hearing so much about? Pleased to meet you, my dear, I'm Eleanora McCoy," she affirmed as she turned to hug you.

"So great to finally meet you, Mrs.--erm, Ma," you replied as you re-introduced yourself to her. It had been so long since you'd had a hug from your mother. This one from Leonard's mom was so warm, it nearly brought tears to your eyes, which you successfully kept from falling. "We have a wonderful, home-cooked meal planned to celebrate your visit, including peach cobbler for dessert," you announced while walking to the baggage claim area.

"You're in for a real treat, Ma, she is a genius in the kitchen. I swear, Jim and I eat like kings, thanks to her," Leonard added, with a wink in your direction. "Her pecan pie at Thanksgiving was amazing."

"He exaggerates, it's not all me," you protested weakly. "Len and I get along well together in the kitchen, even after working all day with each other in the clinic. It's astounding, really, how we're still both in one piece after all that time spent together," which drew a laugh from mother and son.

When you reached the parking lot, Leonard placed his mother's luggage in the bed of the truck, then helped her into her seat. She insisted on sitting in the back seat of the four-door vehicle, where she could silently observe the woman who had so fully captured her son's heart. With what she'd seen so far and from other conversations with her son, she had high hopes for the two of you.

The ride home was lively, full of laughter and singing to the songs on the radio. When there was a break in the music, Eleanora would tell you something from Leonard's childhood. This brought a grunt of irritation from him and a mischievous smile from her as she wove her tale.

Even though you enjoyed hearing about this side of him, you could feel he was a little embarrassed at her stories. You reached over and took his hand in yours and giving it a gentle squeeze for support. He seemed to relax at this and sent you a soft smile in return, which did not go unnoticed by his mother. This one's a keeper, son, she thought to herself with a contented sigh.

***

After dinner and Eleanora's stamp of approval on dessert, Leonard showed his mother to her room, and mentioned that it was previously yours. When she asked where you would be sleeping, your flaming-hot cheeks was all the answer she needed. She patted your shoulder, gave you a wink and a knowing grin, then bid you both goodnight. With your hands still covering your face in embarrassment, Leonard chuckled as he guided you across the hall into your now-shared room.

As with most mornings since you moved into his room, you were awakened by his warm breath fanning over the back of your neck. His strong arm was securely wrapped around you, while his large hand was splayed across your midsection. As you threaded your fingers together, you gave them a gentle squeeze and felt his arm tug you a little closer to his chest behind you. A soft giggle escaped from you, then his lips left a trail of kisses from one shoulder to the other. "Good morning, my love," you murmured.

Leonard lazily opened his eyes, then he pressed his lips to a spot behind your ear. He noticed a shudder run through you at the contact, and you felt his lips turn into a smirk against your skin. "G'morning to you, sugar," he drawled.

Slowly you rolled over until you were facing him, his arm never completely releasing its hold on your body. You reached up with your left hand to cup his cheek, your thumb stroking gently under his eye. "Did you know that your accent really comes out when it's early in the day, like now?" you giggled. "Or when you're trying to be charming and convince me of something."

A look of mock surprise crossed his face, followed quickly by a beaming smile. "Is that so? Huh, I never really noticed it, but I suppose you're right." He leaned a fraction of an inch closer to your face, still smiling. "You know you love it, though, don't ya....darlin'," he smirked, drawing out the last word.

"Yeah, I do," you replied softly, then dropped a kiss on the end of his nose, which seemed to flip some kind of switch in him. Because the next thing you knew, he was attacking you with kisses all over your face and neck, sending you into a fit of giggles. The scruff of his barely-there beard was enough to tickle, producing goosebumps wherever it grazed your skin. The sight only spurred him on, realizing the effect he was having on you.

After a few moments, he paused, hovering over you as he gazed thoughtfully into your eyes. "I love you so much," he whispered before closing the gap between you with a tender, lingering kiss. "Waking up next to you these past few mornings has been the best way to start my day. Changed m'life, sweetheart."

"Oh, Len," you remarked bashfully. "You've changed my life in ways that you can't imagine. With you, I know what it feels like to be loved, cherished, and respected. You keep me safe and protected, but you still recognize when to give me the freedom to fight my own battles. I appreciate that more than you know. I love you so much, Len."

His arm curled around you, drawing you closer so that your head was resting on his chest. He briefly closed his eyes as he gave out a contented sigh. "I s'pose we probably should get some breakfast started. Before Ma gets up and either comes in here to check on us, or, you know, goes in there and starts it for us," he noted.

"Wait, we can't have that, she's our guest!" you protested, though neither of you were in a hurry to move. "Okay, okay, I'll get up," you grumbled good-naturedly. Leonard registered his dissatisfaction with a growl, then a whine as you disentangled yourself from his arms. He reached for you but only narrowly missed catching your hand as you stood up from the bed. He soon followed you into the ensuite bathroom, where you both ran through your usual morning routines.

***

Since you were the first one in the kitchen, you started the coffee machine, then turned your attention to the pantry. Would she want a big breakfast? I can make some muffins, you thought. Maybe I should wait and ask Leonard. As if mere thought could summon him, he appeared, wrapping his arms around you from behind. He brushed his lips to your temple, then drifted lower until he was nuzzling your neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses on the area.

"Hey, hey, no nooky while you cooky," Jim grumbled as he entered the kitchen. "What's for breakfast, anyway?"

"Depends," you replied.

He eyed you suspiciously. "Depends on what?"

"On what you feel like having for breakfast," you answered.

"Really? Oh, well, I feel like having bacon and eggs," he grinned.

"Great! It's all in the fridge, waiting for you to take them out and do something with them," you remarked and started to walk away.

"Hey! I thought you were making breakfast," Jim pouted. "Your eggs are better than the ones I make anyway."

You turned slightly to face Leonard, a soft smile gracing his face. "Well, he's right, you do make the best eggs, especially scrambled ones. I'll cook the bacon if you make the eggs. Deal?" he asked.

After a few moments of thought, you rolled your eyes in feigned annoyance. "Fiiinnnne," you relented. "I'll make the scrambled eggs. But you have to let go of me so I can grab the ingredients."

Reluctantly, he released you from his hold so you could get what you needed for your part, while he took out a skillet for the thick-cut bacon. Before adding the eggs, you sautéed some diced ham and onions, along with some mushrooms.

Eleanora wandered into the kitchen shortly after you had poured the eggs into the skillet. She took on the task of making toast for everyone and setting the table, ignoring your protests about her being a guest. For his part, Leonard curled his arm around your waist to help you accept the inevitable. He explained that his mother was not one for being waited on hand and foot, which helped ease your mind a bit.

During breakfast, you asked Eleanora how she'd slept and if there was anything she needed for her room, like more towels or blankets. She assured you that she had no problems sleeping and added that Leonard had shown her where you kept the extras. "I must say, Leonard, when you told me that it was just you and Jim living here, I expected more of a 'bachelor's pad' style of decorating."

"It was, until this one--," he pointed at you, "--moved in. She brought all kinds of knick-knacks and fluffy, decorative pillows. We even have a cat," he replied as Mimzy strolled into the room.

"Oh, and isn't she the cutest little thing!" she cooed. Mimzy responded by weaving in and out of her legs and bumping her head against Eleanora's hand for pets. "So, what's on the agenda today?"

"I think we should take you into town, show you around and introduce you to our friends," you answered. "Actually, they're becoming more like family, if I really think about it. I grew up here, but I left to follow a now-ex-boyfriend," you grimaced. "I came back after my folks passed away, and I'm an only child. Len and Jim both fit right in here, though, and we all kinda look out for each other."

Eleanora's gaze softened. It was the most she'd heard you say since she'd arrived, and hoped it was because you were becoming more comfortable around her. She thought it endearing to hear the way you talked about the place her son now calls home. She could see why he loved you so much and it only deepened her own approval and affection towards you. "Sounds wonderful, my dear. Give me some time to freshen up, then off we go!" she beamed.

***

Around thirty minutes later, everyone climbed into the truck and headed for town. On the way, Eleanora noticed the signs advertising the upcoming Holiday Festival, scheduled for the weekend. You told her about the craft fair that was already going on, the cookie exchange, which you planned to participate in, and the Barn Dance on Saturday night. 

As you rolled into town, you could see that most of the decorations had been put in place, along with signage for the events and parking. Eleanora let out a low whistle. "Wow, you folks don't mess around, do you? Everything looks great, and I'll bet that dance will be a fun time. Too bad I don't have a partner," she remarked wistfully.

Jim turned in his seat to face her and held out his hand. "Miz McCoy, I would be dee-lighted if you would allow me the honor of escortin' you to the Barn Dance on Saturday evenin'," he winked.

Beside you, Leonard rolled his eyes at Jim's antics but only barely suppressed the smile twitching at his lips. You gave his hand a squeeze and he met your gaze long enough to see you were also trying not to laugh. He brought your hand to his lips and gave it a quick kiss before returning his focus towards finding a parking space.

"I would be honored to be your dance partner, my dear James," Eleanora drawled. Her smile grew when she caught her son's eyes on her in the rearview mirror, then he shook his head in amusement.

The four of you wandered through the Event Center, where the craft fair was being held. There were many handmade items up for sale, such as quilts, knitted hats and scarves, and jewelry. As you walked from one booth to the next, you introduced Eleanora and chatted briefly with the vendors.

One of your favorite shops from the summer Farmers' Markets was Moon 'N' Stars Jewelry, and today, they had a booth in the Event Center. In addition to their ready-made pieces, they took orders for custom pieces, designed from just a stone. It didn't surprise you that their service and expertise were sought after by people from all over the country and even the world.

Even though you couldn't justify buying something that extravagant for yourself, you always made it a point to stop and check for any new pieces. Today, it was a pair of earrings that caught your attention. They were teardrop-shaped, deep blue sapphires in a white gold setting, with a small diamond at the apex of each tear. Your fingers brushed the jewels then you gave the owner a wistful smile before moving on to the next stall.

Little did you know that Leonard had seen you admiring the earrings and watched as you left them behind. At that moment, he decided that they would make a lovely addition to his gift for you. He knew you wouldn't feel comfortable spending that much money on yourself, so he resolved to do it for you. All it cost him was a deal with the shop owner for access to purchase any jewels found on the McCoy Estate. For a fair price, of course.

You felt a pull on your hand and turned around to see Leonard was still speaking with the owner of Moon 'N' Stars. "Are you with us, Len?" you asked.

"You go on ahead with Ma and I'll catch up to you," he replied with a mysterious smile.

"Okay," you agreed reluctantly.

He later caught up to you at the booth where you love to buy pastries and fresh-baked bread. Their shop in town was called The Secret Ingredient. In addition to the pan of their cinnamon rolls with cream cheese icing, you picked out some warm chocolate chip cookies to have as a snack. A quick glance at your watch told you the cookies will have to be enjoyed while on the way home, since it was nearing the time to get ready for the dance.

Once home, you make a beeline for the shower in the ensuite bathroom of your shared bedroom with Leonard. After you towel-dried your hair, you dried yourself off, rubbing your favorite scented lotion all over your body. You pinned up your hair on the sides with crystal-encrusted barrettes and kept your use of cosmetics to a minimum.

Before slipping on your dress, you held it up by its hanger and admired it. The dress was navy blue with cream-colored flowers sprinkled throughout the fabric. It was almost strapless, with only thin spaghetti straps to hold it in place on your shoulders. The skirt had a high-low hem, with the shorter part in front that hit just above your knees. A cropped denim jacket and a pair of brown suede ankle boots completed your outfit.

When you walked out, the sight of Leonard sitting on the bed nearly took your breath away. He was wearing his dark wash jeans, cowboy boots, and a cobalt blue button down shirt. His black suit jacket was carefully draped over the back of the chair in your room. His white Stetson was resting upside-down on the seat cushion, waiting to be worn.

As soon as you stepped into the room, his head lifted, his eyes widened, and his mouth opened and closed a few times like a fish out of water. He stood up while his brain rebooted, and after a few seconds, he was finally able to form a coherent thought. "Well, bless my soul," he whispered. "You look absolutely gorgeous, darlin'. I am one damn lucky cowboy to have you on my arm this evenin'."

You felt your cheeks growing warmer by the second with each word of praise and admiration that left his lips. "Well, you're not the only lucky one, because you are one of the handsomest cowboys I've ever seen in my life." You placed your hand on Leonard's chest and took a step forward so there was very little space between you. Standing on your tiptoes, you pressed your lips to his. Leonard, however, had other ideas, leaning towards you to deepen the kiss.

When you finally broke free to catch your breath, you noticed a gray velvet box in his hand. "Len, what's that?" you asked, pointing to the box.

He looked down at the object in his hand and brought it closer to your field of vision. "I wanted you to have something special to wear tonight. When I saw it, I immediately thought of you. I know you'd never buy something like this for yourself, so I decided to do it for you," he explained, then placed the box in your hand.

With your eyes never leaving his, you opened the box. Once opened, you looked down and gasped aloud, your hand covering your mouth. "Len, when did you....? Ohhh my goodness," you remarked softly. In the box was a 2.5 carat, pear-shaped sapphire pendant, set in white gold with a delicate chain. Above the pointed end of the stone sat a small diamond, which matched the earrings you were admiring earlier at the craft fair. "These are beautiful," you whispered.

"I found the stones that day when Jim and I were out walking with the survey team. Took 'em to the jeweler at Moon 'N' Stars and had them put into a setting for you," he explained. "Here, let me help you put it on."

When you nodded, he gently removed the necklace from the box and fastened the clasp to drape the chain around your neck. He rested his hands on your shoulders as you secured the earrings into place. "How do I look?" you asked.

He dropped his hands from your shoulders, slid down your arms, and wrapped them around your waist as you looked in the mirror together. "Pretty as a picture," he murmured. "Prettiest picture I've ever seen," he amended with a smile. "Now, will you please help me with this tie? I can't seem to get the bow to lay just right."

You giggled softly, then motioned for him to sit on the bed so you could more easily reach his neck. He watched as your fingers deftly formed the bow for his Western tie out of the long, thin scrap of black fabric he gave you. He was in awe of the level of concentration showing in your eyes for a task as seemingly simple as tying a bow tie. "There. All done, and you're even more handsome than before," you noted.

Leonard shrugged on his jacket, then stood before you, gazing into your eyes. He hooked his index finger under your chin and tilted it up to just the right angle to lower his mouth to yours. Slowly his lips moved against yours, taking what he wanted and then allowing you to do the same.

With lungs burning from lack of oxygen, the kiss broke, leaving the two of you fighting to regain control of your breathing. A few moments later, when you were both finally breathing normally again, he held you close and swayed you back and forth. After one last lingering kiss, Leonard held out his arm for you to take. "Shall we, darlin'?" he wondered.

You smiled and nodded at him as he curled your hand around his elbow and tucked it in close to his side. "You bet. Let's go, Cowboy."

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[viewofagarden]

Dandy's World OC: Clover Pattychaun

Aka my take on a Saint Patrick's Day main Toon. Bio and details in description!

“Clover’s quite the lucky Toon! Things almost always seem to go her way. Every year she holds a competition to see who can find and catch her. The prize? Her pot of gold! If you happen to stumble across her, consider yourself lucky!”

Full Name: Clover Pattychaun Species: 4-Leaf Clover Gender: Female (She/Her) Voice Claim: Elizabeth Maxwell (Pokémon Masters EX — Dana)

Clover’s Store Quote

“Oh lil’ ol me! Hehe~ This must be your lucky day!””

Requirements

2400 Ichor

3000 Gold Coins

100% Research on Twisted Clover

Appearance

Clover is a green 4-leaf clover with her body and limbs being the slightly darker green color. She wears a dress similar to that of an Irish folk dress; Consisting of a white puffy sleeved blouse, a green bodice, and a green skirt with a golden stripe on it. 

She also wears white and green striped tights and a pair of black mary jane shoes with a golden buckle on them.

Personality

Clover is an energetic, high-spirited, and plucky Toon who loves the thrill of a good chase. As a sentient shamrock, Clover is naturally lucky, as things usually turn well in her favor. Clover’s rather puckish, cheeky, and mischievous, not afraid to pull pranks and tricks on others. Especially if it’s to protect her gold or dodge questions she doesn’t feel like answering. 

She can also be quite greedy, as her dialogue sometimes shows her covetousness towards her pot of gold. And her dialogue with Sprout displays her selfishness towards tapes. She can also be quite overconfident and cocky, as seen in some of her dialogue.

Stats

Rank: Main Health: ♥️♥️ Skill Check: ⭐⭐⭐ (Size 150 / Value 2) Movement Speed: ⭐⭐⭐ (Walk 15 / Sprint 25) Stamina: ⭐⭐⭐ (150) Stealth: ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ (20) Extraction Speed: ⭐⭐  (1.00)

Abilities 

Pot of Gold Active This Toon can restore all her stamina at the cost of her tapes. Tape cost depends on how low her stamina bar is (0% = 100 Tapes, 25%/35 points = 80 Tapes,  50%/75 points = 50 Tapes, 75%/100 points = 25 Tapes). Has a cooldown of 50

Lucky Charm Passive This Toon increases the chances of finding rare items of floors by a small margin for all Toons. Can be stacked with 3 other Clovers.

Dialogue 

Finishing extraction

“This must be my lucky day!” “How fortunate!” “That was too easy!”

Descending to the next floor

“They’re always after me gold…” “Good luck! You’ll probably need it…” “They’ll have no chance of finding me!”

Activating Pot of Gold

“Try catching me now!” “The chase never stops!” “Hands off me gold!”

Twisted Clover

"One of the Holiday Main Characters of Dandy’s World. Greed is the only thing on her mind now. Tapes and coins are precious to her, and she’s not keen on sharing them. If she gets her vines on you, prepare to say goodbye to half your tapes.”

Rank: Main Speed: Fast (20) Attention Span: Slightly Below Average (2) Detection Range: Above Average 

Twisted Clover is a large roaming Twisted. Similar to Bobette, she will run at full speed to the location of a picked up tape or gold coin unless preoccupied. This ability also has a range. Similar to Twisted Teagan, if she manages to hit a player, she will tapes from them. But she’ll steal half the player’s tapes instead of a fourth or eighth.

Twisted Clover’s footsteps sound like walking through grass, similar to Twisted Sprout. When she spots a player, she makes the sound of the rustling of gold coins.

Twisted Research Trinket: Lucky Horseshoe Trinket Category: Other Increases the chances of finding rare items on floors

Trivia

Clover has an Irish accent

Clover is as short as Shrimpo. Her Twisted counterpart is as tall as Twisted Sprout

Clover is Dandy’s World’s equivalent to a Leprechaun. Similar to how Bobette is the show’s equivalent to Santa and Romeo is the show’s equivalent to Cupid.

Clover’s ichor cost is 100 less than other holiday main Toons as a reference to her 4 leaves. 

Twisted Clover’s design was loosely inspired by Treants.

Her last name is a portmanteau of “Patty” (a name based on “Patrick”, like Saint Patrick), and “Leprechaun”

[zenkindoflove]

all the oc questions for our boy!!

@themadmorrigan and @buffy-vanserra asked for different numbers too for Alexius so they'll be in this!

1. What does your OC smell like? (e.g. petrichore and spring flowers; leather and pipe tobacco; lavender and salt)

I always describe Alexius as smelling like citrus and and bright, hot sunshine. @bonecarversbestie who is a scent expert once told me that she pictures Alexius smelling like Libertine by The Maker. I haven't smelled it yet but this sounds right on the money.

"Libertine Eau de Parfum is an aromatic citrus fragrance featuring notes of awakening pomelo, uninhibited hibiscus, and provocative cedarwood.

Fragrance Character: Divine Citrus

Key Notes: Pomelo, Hibiscus, Virginia Cedarwood"

2. If they could sing any song for karaoke, what would it be? (e.g., Bohemian Rhapsody, Shake it Out)

Omg, what WOULDN'T Alexius sing? Alexius loves singing. He loves showtunes and musicals, all the pop divas, folk songs and rock ballads. He had a brat summer and a Wicked fall. Anything you can belt a big high note, he wants to sing it.

I feel like he would have a set list. Something for everyone. Maybe even take requests. I asked @crazy-ache and she suggested "Break Free" by Ariana Grande and I think this is spot on for his whole karaoke vibe.

3. Give an example of something they might wear. You can use a moodboard, description - sky's the limit on this one.

I think that @jennastokesart fanart of Alexius is really right on the money of what I think Alexius would wear in canonverse. It's a perfect blend of tailored pants, feminine blouse, Day court accessories like the sash and the jewelry and a cunty little corset.

But also Alexius really likes walking around in his underwear or totally naked. (photos from my face/body claim for him Rayan Ricci's instagram - in general, I highly suggest checking it out if you want to see what I imagine Alexius to look like. Plus he's just hot 🥵)

4. Someone hits on your OC, and it's someone not their type (but also not creepy). How do they respond?

Alexius is a huge flirt. So he flirts in a funny way back with them, but not to the point that it would escalate into anything. Alexius is a generous guy, so he will fluff their ego but also make sure he doesn't give them too much of the wrong idea.

5. Someone hits on your OC, and it IS someone that's their type. How do they respond?

He is going to one up them and always have the upper hand in the flirtation department. No one can out flirt Alexius, and if his type is giving it to him, he's going to make sure to say something so forward and bold, it leaves them tongue tied (which happens to Eris, often).

6. What's your OC's favorite color?

Gold because he likes shiny things.

7. What would they do for a living in a modern world? (Alternatively, if they ARE modern, what would they do for a living in a medieval fantasy world?)

In canonverse, Alexius wears a few different hats. He works in husbandry and training with the Pegasus horses which is his familial profession. He also is in training as an emissary for the Day Court, being groomed for higher positions in Helion's court. So in a modern world, I think Alexius would try a lot of different hats. I could see him going to school for something creative like fashion design or musical theater. Or leaning into his studious nature about animals and studying biology or animal science. He does a lot of experiential learning during the summers, study abroad or working on a ranch. And then ultimately I see him settling down into whatever makes him feel like he's doing something of value in the world, possibly changing his career path a few times.

8. What's their favorite cocktail?

@olenvasynyt asked this for Alexius and all his friends in another ask so I'm gonna punt this one to that ask in the next post!

oc ask game

[iamacolor]

2023 sewing projects - part 1 details at the end of the post (click here for part 2)

Note: I work for a fabric shop so I get most of my fabrics for free as well as some patterns as I have to be wearing our products at work (I definitely consider it a perk). Without this job I would not be sewing as much and I'd probably be buying most of my fabric second hand or on sale as I used to do before. I also sometimes sew during work hours so keep that in mind if you're also a sewist, go at your own rythm 💜 Although I have basic training in pattern drafting I prefer to sew from pre-existing patterns to save on time (as i have to regularly make myself some new clothes for work) and discover new techniques and styles - but I often change stuffs to adapt the designs to my style.

1 - first outfit for my friend's wedding (this one was for the henna night), it's made in a linen-viscose blend and it's very easy and quick to make + i can easily wear each piece separately!

2 - second outfit for my friend's wedding made out of 100% silk muslin (it was a big remnant i found on sale) - i ended up making made a lot of changes from the base pattern: i lenghtened the sleeves a lot, i changed the skirt piece as the og one was too short for me and also too wide for my narrow fabric so i just cut rectangles in the desired length and gathered everything at the waist - the skirt is fully lined both in silk and in lining fabric - I also took a lot in at the middle back and some on the sides (i would've have loved to make a toile but sadly a nasty tendinitis kept me away from sewing for a few months so i had to speed things up before the wedding)

3 - i made this bodysuit last week - it was my first time working on a knit fabric in a while and i should have lenghtened it a bit more than i already did as the shoulder seams are being slightly pulled back - in a viscose/polyester milano knit + modified pants from a magazine in a viscose , large pants in fluid fabrics like that are great for all seasons as i can easily put some tights on underneath when it's too cold. I'm so glad i found a knitted fabric to match the print on the pants!

4/5 - this dress and blouse have the same base pattern from the same book but i modified the end of the sleeves on both (they were supposed to be gathered on a wrist band and closed with buttons) to create a ruffle effect with an elastic - on the dress i took out the collar piece and slightly adjusted the side seams to make them more fitting + i traced another skirt piece based on the back of the skirt in pic1 and added a ruffle at the bottom - the dress is made in a viscose twill and the top in a coton double gauze

6/7 - both of these tops are made from the same pattern, i simply lenghtened the sleeves for the checkered version and on both i tightened the sleeve band - it's a very quick pattern to make. The dotted one is made from a very fine coton corduroy and the checkered one is in a coton double gauze. The pants are made in a thicker corduroy, I'm very much in between sizes when it comes to pants (depending on the brands I cover around 4 sizes between my waist and my thighs at their thickest) I ended up cutting the size for my thighs and simply deepening the folds and the darts to make it fit at the waist + I wanted a loser fit on the legs so i added 1cm on each side

8 - this shirt is made in a linen and viscose blend (same fabric as the pink matching set) except for the contrasting blue elements which are in linen-coton - i had fun playing with the classic shirt finishing and deciding what to do in blue (the buttonholes are threaded in blue!)

9/10 - this top is made from a simple coton gauze, the bodice is lined with the same fabric (super quick to make although the fact that the right and wrong side are the same means i've put in on wrong at least twice lmao) - the pants are made in coton gabardine (i've also had to trace between sizes here - this is a us sizes pattern and for this i'm in between 6 and 10 with a slight redrawing of the crotch and the side seams under the pockets) I love this pattern because it comes in a slim legs version, a straight one, a wide version (this one) and a short version. I've made another large version in orange and a slim version in white.

11 - these pants are made in a coton-linen twill - pretty straightforward in their making, as always I am in between sizes for pants so I cut a size 10 (can't remember if this was in us or uk sizes)and ended up having to do my usual changes for pants by deepening the front folds and the back darts (which I also had to make longer to accomodate not just for my waist circumference which is 2 sizes smaller than my thighs but also the arch of my back). Really like how large the belt is and how the fold is pressed all the way down the leg. I wore it with the green top, a red jacket and gold shoes for christmas eve!

[missfishersmurderpolls]

Phryne fashion tournament: looks one to eight

All credit for research on these wonderful costumes goes to @phrynefishersfrocks.

All caps from here.

Looks nine to sixteen available here.

1. Gold sequin gown (Framed for Murder)

[Image ID 1: Screencap from Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries. Phryne is shown from the waist up wearing a gold sequined dress in her home. The dress has a wide neck with diamond ornementation. She has accessorised with a gold headpiece in a leaf design and dangly gold earrings. She holds a drink with an orange slice in her left hand. /End ID]

[Image ID 2: Screencap from Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries. Phryne is shown from behind talking to some smartly dressed men in her parlour. Her gold sequin dress has a low, scooped back and her upper back is highlighted by three delicate gold chains strung across it. /End ID]

Our first look of the tournament is Phryne's gold sequin dress from Framed For Murder's dinner party scenes. It has a wide neckline, the low back scoop accented by three gold across her bare upper back.

2. Duster with hat and red patterned scarf (Death on the Vine)

[Image ID 3: Screencap from Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries. Phrne is shown from the knees up standing in front of a horse and cart. She wears a cream duster, matching white hat, red blouse, brown skirt and a red scarf with an autumnal floral pattern. /End ID]

[Image ID 4: Screencap from Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries. Wider shot from the same scene as the previous image. Phryne's brown aviator boots are now also visible. /End ID]

Phryne's classic duster car coat and matching hat make an appearance in look number two. From Death on the Vine, they're matched with a red, autumnal patterned scarf and her aviator boots.

3. B&E beret and grey tweed coat (Dead Air)

[Image ID 5: Screencap from Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries. Phryne is in an old-fashioned radio studio, wearing a grey tweed coat with white panels, a black blouse, black gloves and a black beret. She has a black and white brooch on the coat lapel. /End ID]

[Image ID 6: Screencap from Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries. A close up of Phryne wearing the same grey tweed coat and black beret from the previous image. /End ID]

Our third look is from the climax of Dead Air - Phryne's grey tweed coat with white panels worn over an all-black look and paired with her break and enter beret. It's a classic look, the beret and the coat appearing together previously in Raisins and Almonds. This time she's accessorised with a black and white brooch.

4. Green waltz dress (Death at the Grand)

[Image ID 7: Screencap from Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries. Phryne stands inside an open doorway, buildings across the street out of focus through the doorway behind her. She wears a green dress and matching shawl. /End ID]

[Image ID 8: Screencap from Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries. Phryne and Jack waltz in an empty ballroom. He wears a blue suit and brown shoes. She wears a the same green dress as in the previous image. Also clear from this angle are her gold shoes and headpiece. /End ID]

Look number four is Phryne's beautifully cut dress from the waltz scene in season three's Death at the Grand. The sutble pattern on the fabric is offset by simple details like the cord at the neckline and the clasp at the hip. She has a matching shawl but discards this to get down to risky business.

5. Sequin swing coat with black fur trim and B&E beret (Murder a la Mode)

[Image ID 9: Screencap from Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries. Phryne stands examining an old fashioned camera. She wears a black beret, a black coat with a green and pink sequin pattern and black fur trim and black gloves. /End ID]

[Image ID 10: Screencap from Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries. Phryne is shown from the waist up in front of a beige wall, wearing the same coat and beret as in the previous image. /End ID]

For look five, Phryne wears this wonderful sequined coat with a flower pattern and black fur trim. Seen when investigating at the House of Fleuri, she's paired it a black camisole and the ever reliable break & enter beret.

6. Silver patterned dressing gown (various episodes)

[Image ID 11: Screencap from Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries. Phryne sits on bed beside Dot looking at a photograph held up in her hand. She wears a silver kimono with black pattern. /End ID]

[Image ID 12: Screencap from Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries. Phryne is shown from behind sat on her bed wearing her silver and black kimono while kissing Lin Chung. /End ID]

Look number six is Phryne's silver kimono, the first but not last of her lovely robes to feature in our tournament. This one appears in several episodes, starting with season one's The Green Mill Murder. The silvery white fabric has a black floral pattern. The deep v neck at the back is accented by amber crystals.

7. Lilac damask dress and gold shawl (Queen of the Flowers)

[Image ID 13: Screencap from Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries. Phryne is shown from the waist up standing outside. Tree leaves and a window are out of focus in the background. Phryne wears a lilac dress with a low neck and metallic pattern, accessorised with a gold shawl, gold bracelet and gold leaf design headpiece. /End ID]

[Image ID 14: Screencap from Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries. Phryne is shown full length from behind in an open doorway. She wears an ankle lenght lilac dress with a flared hem, a gold shawl, gold heels, and carries a gold handbag. /End ID]

Phryne's lovely gold and lilac look from the end of Queen of the Flowers is look number seven. Her long shawl is complemented by gold accessories.

8. Santa ski look (Murder Under the Mistletoe)

[Image ID 15: Screencap from Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries. Phryne is outside in a snowy landscape with a house and trees in the background. She wears a red coat with fluffy white trim at the collar, base and cuffs; a white scarf; a fluffy white hat; and red gloves. She is pointing at something offscreen. /End ID]

[Image ID 16: Screencap from Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries. A closer angle shot showing Phryne outside in a snowy landscape with trees in the background. She wears the same outfit as in the previous picture, less the scarf. /End ID]

Look eight is Phryne's santa-esque outdoor wear from Murder Under the Mistletoe. An abundance of white fur, even with a matching hipflask bag. What's not to love?

[diamondcrownacademy]

DCA Info Part 60: Behind the Scenes

🐱 Revisited Duchess

Duchess seems to have gotten a makeover! Duchess was revamped because according to Phoenix, her initial clothing wasn't fitting for the time period of The Aristocats, which takes place in Paris, France during 1910. Duchess now wears a lavender dress worn over what appears to be a white blouse alongside a pair of lavender shoes with bows on them. Duchess accessories with a lavender bonnet with various white ribbons and ruffles alongside dark magenta roses along with a jeweled collar. Another accessory included is a pink fluffy hand fan with a dark magenta gem brooch.

Additionally, on the bottom left is Duchess' family tree, including her three children who are all 6 years old. The children include Marisse (Twisted from Marie), Bertold (Twisted from Berlioz) and Telfor (Twisted from Toulouse).

Some notes from Phoenix include that majority of Duchess's clothing will be based on fashion from the 1900's and that her signature colors are lavender, pink, dark magenta and dark violet.

🍎 The Pommeneige Dorm Dwarves

These little dwarves serve as the maintenance workers of the Pommeneige dorm living quarters. They will find lost objects and keep things neat and tidy for the students. Students repay them by placing sweets, bread or even small clothes for them in the charity basket in the Pommeneige dorm living quarters lobby.

All of the dwarves wear red and pointy hats, making them resemble lawn gnomes. The designs are as follows:

1. Features a large head with a round nose and small tuffs of hair coming out from beneath the hat. His tunic is a turtleneck one which obscures his mouth and he has rather small feet.

2. Features a pointy triangle hat with string and button decorations. He has the same round nose as the first dwarf but has cartoony eyes and a mustache and beard. His tunic appears to be tucked in and he wears pointy shoes.

3. Features a feather pinned to his hat with eyebrows and a rounded beard. He wears large round black boots.

4. Features eyebrows and rectangular eyes as well as a mustache. His tunic's collar covers his face and he wears a large belt and small boots.

✨ The Dorm Fairies Coronation Outfits

During Coronation Ceremonies, the dorm fairies accompany their dorm leader in a ceremonial outfit, likely based on the dorm's aesthetic. The outfits are as follows:

🍎 Applette wears a dress with puff sleeves and various ruffle and pearl details throughout. She accessorizes with an apple shaped crown with rounded arches and a lacy veil.

👠 Bumpkin wears a ruffle caplet and dress with the dress' bustle being tied by flowers. She accessorizes with a ruffle flower, ribbon and crown.

🫖 Sui's teapot appears to feature a large ribbon wrapped around it with the ends tied into the shape of a bow. Sui herself wears a ruffle bonnet with a large bow and a ruffle collar.

😴 Willow wears a dress with the top layer having pointed edges with rose decorations and the second layer being ruffle like in detail. Willow also wears a high collar and a caplet with a bow on it. Willow wears a witch like hat with roses and ribbons.

🐠 Marina wears a dress that makes her resemble a jellyfish with the bottom having pearl strands with a large collar that resembles a shell. She accessorizes with a crown made from shells and pearls and a pearl necklace.

🌹 Rosia wears a collar made of roses and ruffles that resembles the mane of a lion. Her dress features roses and the dress' bottom features ruffles.

🏝 Luna wears a long sleeve top with a sari, harem pants and curled shoes. She has pearls throughout her hair and a flower in her hair.

🐲 Cinder wears a dress with apron like details and collar made from fur. Cinder accessorizes with a fan hairpiece with flowers and various pins.

🍂 Skili wears a long sleeve dress with fringes at the sleeve tips and the dress' bottoms. She also wears a feather hairdress.

🐸 Lillie wears a dress with a flower on the right side of the waist and appears to be attached to leaves. She accessorizes with a rosette hairpiece with a lotus flower and pearl beads. She also wears a pearl necklace.

🎀 Hairstyle Experiments

Some of the hairstyles featured here would carry over to the girls revamped looks.

🌺 Vidya Story Illustrations

These were created when Phoenix wanted to develop individual stories for each character. Above is a development sketch of Vidya dancing with likely a possible suitor while the bottom picture has her tending to parrots.

🍎 Evonie's Personal Quarters Bed

Evonie’s bed in the Pommeneige Dorm.

🥀 Amare Casia, Briar's late mother

Colored by me. View the post here

[aycaiman]

Venus | Heaven's Design Team

[ID: A gifset containing two banners and four gifs of Venus from Heaven's Design Team. Venus is a woman with light purple hair with pink highlights, her hair is done up in a bun while her bang forms a swirl to the left. She has blue eyes with long eyelashes with pink lipstick and eye shadow. Banner 1: A banner of pink feathers on a light purple background, pink lines border the banner. GIF 1: Venus is wearing a sheer light pink blouse and adorned with various golden jewelry of necklaces and gemstone rings. She cautiously holds a hummingbird in her hands as it begins to fly. Once the bird has fully begun flight she proudly looks how it flutters. GIF 2: Venus has her hair done in loose twin braids that rest on her shoulders. She is wearing a pale green blouse with slits on the arms, black triangle earrings, and green nails. She is slouched down in full focus drawing up a design. Neptune and Shimoda both slowly peak over her shoulder as she writes. She sits up triumphantly after finishing the design, looking down at it while the paper shines. GIF 3: Venus is wearing an extravagant outfit of feathers, her top is a white sleeved shirt with pink and yellow feathered cuffs with blue gradient ruffle on the chest. She has two long feathers adorning her hair and red triangle earrings. Her make up now has emerald green eye shadow and bright red lipstick. She is passionately singing into a golden mic. GIF 4: Venus is wearing a sheer light pink blouse and adorned with various jewelry: golden square earrings with a blue gem, several golden ring necklaces with a blue gemstone, one thin golden necklace, four thin golden bangles, a large ring with an opal gem, a metal ring, and her bun adorned with golden spikes. She has light pink eye shadow with a dark pink lip, she also has dark blue nails. She is looking up to the right dramatically in protest, her head leaning onto her hand. Banner 2: A banner of pink feathers on a light purple background, pink lines border the banner. end ID]

[thelibraryghost]

1920 Embroidery Designs

    These are all advertisements for and previews of transfer patterns, which can be enlarged and copied for normal use.  Designs from after 1920 can be found on my blog.

Ashley, Marie. "Appliqué Work Appears Among the New Embroideries." The Delineator, vol. 97, no. 2 (Sept. 1920), p. 108.     Ashley, Marie. "Beading with Embroidery and Various Stitches Are Combined." The Delineator, vol. 97, no. 2 (Sept. 1920), p. 109.     Ashley, Marie. "Combined Stitches for Blouse and Cut-Work for Linen." The Delineator, vol. 96, no. 3 (Mar. 1920), p. 149.     Ashley, Marie. "Embroideries for New Frock and Blouse." The Delineator, vol. 96, no. 1 (Jan. 1920), p. 87.     Ashley, Marie. "Embroidery Captures the Costume in a Bold, Effective Manner." The Delineator, vol. 96, no. 5 (May 1920), pp. 164–165.     Ashley, Marie. "Embroidery for the Bride and Her Kinswomen." The Delineator, vol. 96, no. 6 (Jun. 1920), p. 127.     Ashley, Marie. "Embroidery Touches on a Variety of Subjects." The Delineator, vol. 96, no. 4 (Apr. 1920), p. 165.     Ashley, Marie. "New Embroideries for the Costume, Lingerie and Household Linens." The Delineator, vol. 97, no. 1 (Jul. 1920), pp. 110–111.     Ashley, Marie. "Roman and Italian Cut-Work." The Delineator, vol. 96, no. 1 (Jan. 1920), p. 86.     Ashley, Marie. "Simple Embroideries Gain More Ground on the New Costume and Cover It Effectively." The Delineator, vol. 97, no. 4 (Nov. 1920), pp. 132–133.     Ashley, Marie. "Stitches that Pick up One's Leisure Summer Hours." The Delineator, vol. 97, no. 1 (Jul. 1920), p. 109.     Blondel, Elisabeth May. "Gay Needlework for the Bungalow." McCall's Magazine, vol. 47, no. 9 (Jun. 1920), p. 65.     Blondel, Elisabeth May. "New Effects in Summer Embroideries." McCall's Magazine, vol. 47, no. 8 (May 1920), p. 71.     Blondel, Elisabeth May. "New Effects with Old Stitches." McCall's Magazine, vol. 47, no. 10 (Jul. 1920), p. 52.     Blondel, Elisabeth May. "New Embroideries for Fall Garments." McCall's Magazine, vol. 47, no. 12 (Sept. 1920), p. 60.     Blondel, Elisabeth May. "Quaint Motifs and Correct Initials." McCall's Magazine, vol. 47, no. 11 (Aug. 1920), p. 54.     Thomas, Helen. "Old Stitches Employed in New Ways." McCall's Magazine, vol. 47, no. 6 (Mar. 1920), p. 77.     Wheeler, Harriet C. "Embroideries for the Little Folks." The American Woman, vol. 29, no. 8 (Jan. 1920), p. 6.     —. "Embroideries That Meet the Christmas Gift Order of the Women and Children First." The Delineator, vol. 97, no. 5 (Dec. 1920), pp. 104–105.     —. "Hand Trimming a Necessity for the Parisienne's New Costume." The Delineator, vol. 96, no. 3 (Mar. 1920), p. 146.     —. "The Embroidery Needle Makes Short and Effective Work of Trimming the New Costume." The Delineator, vol. 97, no. 3 (Oct. 1920), p. 144.     —. "The New Season's Smartest Trimmings." The Delineator, vol. 96, no. 2 (Feb. 1920), p. 134.

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5 tips on how to keep garments looking good Garment Care Hacks: Surprising Tricks for Long-Lasting Clothes

As fashion enthusiasts, we all understand the joy of owning beautiful garments that make us look and feel great. However, taking care of our clothes is just as important as choosing the right pieces. With the right care and maintenance, we can ensure that our beloved garments stay in top condition for years to come.

Here are 5 essential tips to help you keep your clothes looking fresh and fabulous:

1. Follow Care Instructions: Always adhere to the care labels on your garments. Different fabrics and garments require specific care methods, such as washing temperature, drying instructions, and ironing recommendations. Following these instructions can prevent damage and maintain the quality of your clothes.

2. Proper Storage: Store your garments properly to prevent wrinkles, stretching, and damage. Hang delicate items such as dresses and blouses on padded hangers to maintain their shape. Fold knitwear and sweaters to prevent stretching. Use garment bags for special or delicate pieces to protect them from dust and moths.

3. Regular Maintenance: Attend to stains promptly to prevent them from setting in. Use appropriate stain removal techniques for different types of stains and fabrics. Additionally, regularly lint-roll your garments to keep them looking fresh and free from lint and pet hair.

4. Rotate Clothing: Avoid excessive wear and tear by rotating your clothing regularly. This allows garments to rest and recover their shape between wears, extending their lifespan. Try not to wear the same items consecutively and give them time to air out before wearing them again.

5. Quality Washing Practices: Use gentle detergents and avoid overloading the washing machine to prevent damage to fabrics. Wash similar colors together to prevent color bleeding. When possible, opt for hand-washing or gentle cycles for delicate items. Additionally, consider air-drying clothes instead of using a dryer to prevent shrinkage and fabric damage.

By following these tips, you can help prolong the life of your garments and keep them looking good for longer. Taking a little extra care with your clothes can go a long way in maintaining their quality and ensuring that you get the most out of your wardrobe.

So, let's show our clothes some love and give them the care they deserve. Your future self will thank you for the extra effort when your favorite pieces still look amazing years down the line!

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Ro's Bi-Weekly Edit

May 21st - June 3rd, 2023

In case you missed it, here's a roundup of the fics and ficlets posted this past two weeks!

Below the cut are links and snippets from 4 works from 3 series.

Plans, part one of Time & Tines Steve Rogers x villain!Reader

Steve tilts the tea in your direction. “Here’s hoping you didn’t waste truth serum on me,” he cheers. “Might be the only drug completely useless both after and before Erskine’s formula.” You’re amused, a smirk lifting fading, dark lips. “Ah yes. Good, honest Captain America.” “To a fault.” “No.” Your seriousness stops him cold, and Steve’s smile fades. “It’s not a fault. You’re just rare.” You value honesty. He can work with that.

Too Eager, a Bedrock and Blueprints tale, Rated Mature Ari Levinson x best friend!Reader

“Let’s get you comfy, okay?” He rolls the zipper of your skirt down at your side and yanks it free slowly. He runs his hands up your body and back, under your blouse, to unhook your bra, ghosting a kiss to your clothed chest before sitting back up to tug at your tights. He didn’t say anything about you only taking your shoes off at the edge of the couch, which means Ari is being remarkably controlled for how much he hates shoes in the house. As he playfully shimmies the long and frustrating tubes of nylon over your feet, you sit up to pull off everything up top, letting the blouse and bra drop to the floor and crossing your arms over your bare chest. “Cold?” You nod, and Ari takes off his own t-shirt right there to help you into. It’s warm from his body and each fiber smells deeply of a decade of comfort. His hands return to holding your thighs. “Better?” Yes, but you don’t want to talk about it.

Sad Sack, a Common Education drabble Jimmy Dobyne x professor!Reader

"Is this because of one paper? Did something happen in another class?" You stop yourself from ripping the smoke right out of his mouth so he'll look you in the eye. Jimmy shakes his head and does it for you, rolling his tongue over chapped lips and then holding them in. "No, ma'am." You relax a little, waiting for him to elaborate. You're waiting the whole time Jimmy mulls over his cigarette. He takes out a lighter and then thinks better of it and shoves it back in his pants, leaving the hand buried in his pocket. "Can't have you thinking of me like that," he mumbles. "Like what if I just get worse? What if I'm stupid and...I don't want you to see me that way."

Reversal Point, part five of Threadbare Steve Rogers x fashion designer!Reader

It’s Hellfire Night. There’s a crackle of road gravel as the limousine pulls right up to your curb, but you don’t see Steve first. Sam Wilson pops his head and torso out of the sunroof with a beaming white smile. “Ah yes, the woman of the hour,” he coos before glancing back down into the backseat. “Close your mouth, buddy. You’re gonna swallow a bug.” You giggle and approach the shiny black car. The door latch opens from the inside. “You look ama—“ Thud. Steve whacks his head on the door rim trying to step out. “Oh gosh, are you okay?” You make it to him just as Steve stands up straight on the sidewalk. It’s easy and instinctive, meant to be, the way his hands settle against your arms and sweep down to hold your delicately gloved hands. “You’re stunning,” Steve whispers. “That’s not a concussion talking?” “He’ll survive,” Sam yells from inside the car. “Pretty sure he ran through several solid walls just to get to the showers after our run.” “It was one glass door and I didn’t see it close after Davis,” Steve barks over his shoulder.  You tick your head up toward your apartment. “You and the windows, handsome. Not friends, huh?” He rolls his glittering blue eyes playfully, huffing, “Don’t you start.”

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𝙵𝙰𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙾𝙽 / 𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚂 .

TAGGED BY: no one, i stole it 🤭 TAGGING: whoever else would like to do it <3 italic - means sometimes / sort of / kinda depending on the context!

★ ⸻ 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘

Long legs. Short legs. Average legs. Slender thighs. Thick thighs. Muscular thighs. Skinny arms. Soft arms. Muscular arms. Toned stomach. Flat stomach. Flabby Stomach. Soft stomach. Six Eight pack. Beer belly. Lean frame. Slender frame. Muscular frame. Voluptuous frame. Petite frame (5 ft 4 or shorter). Lanky frame. Short nails. Long nails. Manicured nails. Dirty nails. Flat ass. Toned ass. Bubble butt. Thick ass. Small waist. Thick waist. Narrow hips. Average hips. Wide hips. Big feet. Average feet. Small feet. Soft feet. Slender feet. Calloused feet. Calloused hands. Soft hands. Big hands. Average hands. Small hands. Long fingers. Short fingers. Average fingers. Broad shoulders. Underweight. Average Weight. Overweight.

★ ⸻ 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

Shorter than 140 cm. 141 cm-150 cm. 151 cm to 160 cm. 161 cm to 170 cm. 171 cm to 180cm. 181 cm to 190 cm. 191 cm to 2m. Taller than 2 m.

★ ⸻ 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍 | italic: kind of

Pale. Fair. Rosy. Peachy. Gold. Olive. Dark. Tanned. Blotchy. Smooth (facial area). Acne. Dry. Greasy. Freckled. Scarred. Warm tone. Neutral tone. Cool tone. Tans easily. Prone to sunburn.

★ ⸻ 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 | italic: sometimes

Small. Large. Average. Grey. Brown. Black. Blue. Red. Green. Gold. Hazel. Doe-eyed. Almond. Close-set. Wide-set. Squinty. Monolid. Heavy eyelids. Upturned. Downturned. Deep set.

★ ⸻ 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 | italic: has had

Thin. Thick. Fine. Normal. Greasy. Dry. Soft. Shiny. Curly. Frizzy. Wild. Unruly. Straight. Smooth. Wavy. Floppy. Cropped. Pixie-cut. Short. Shoulder length. Back length. Waist length. Floor length. Buzz cut. Bald. Jaw length. Mohawk. White. Platinum blonde. Golden blonde. Dirty blonde. Ombre. Light brown. Mouse brown. Chestnut brown. Golden brown. Chocolate brown. Dark brown. Jet black. Ginger. Auburn. Dyed red. Dyed any “unnatural color”. Streaked. Thin eyebrows. Average eyebrows. Thick eyebrows.

★ ⸻ 𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐒 / 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 | italic: has had

Full sleeve. Thigh tattoo. Shin tattoo. Wrist tattoo. Lower back tattoo. Hand/finger tattoo. Foot tattoo. Neck tattoo. Face tattoo. Back tattoo. Chest tattoo. One tattoo. A few here and there. Multiple. No tattoo. Monroe piercing. Nose piercing. Septum. Nipple piercing(s). Genital piercing(s). Industrial piercings. Earlobe piercing. Prince Albert piercing. Eyebrow piercing(s). Tongue piercing(s). Lip piercing(s). Tragus piercing. Angel bites. Labret. Stretched out ears. Navel piercing. Inverse navel piercing. Cheek piercing(s). Smiley. Nape piercing(s). No piercings.

★ ⸻ 𝐂𝐎𝐒𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒 | italic: sometimes

Light eyeliner. Heavy eyeliner. Cat eyes. Mascara. Fake eyelashes. Matte lipstick. Regular lipstick. Lipgloss. Lip balm. Lip tint. Red lips. Pink lips. Dark lips. Bronzer. Highlighter. Eyeshadow. Neutral eyeshadow. Smoky eyes. Colorful eyeshadow. Blush. Lipliner. Light contouring. Heavy contouring. Powder. Matte foundation. Dewy foundation. Concealer. Wears make up regularly. Wears it from time to time. Never wears make-up.

★ ⸻ 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 | italic: sometimes

Floral. Fruity. Perfumes. Aftershave. Cocoa. Moisturizer. Natural soap. Shampoo. Cigarettes. Leather. Sweat. Food. Incense. Marijuana. Cologne. Whiskey. Wine. Fried food. Blood. Fire. Metal. Rain. Grass. Ocean. Autumn leaves. Baked bread. Freshly baked cookies. Smoke. Campfire. Lavender. Trees. Pumpkin Pie. Musk. Rose. Gingerbread. Peppermint. Oak. Honey. Lemon. Vanilla. Coffee Cake. Mint. Raw hyde.

★ ⸻ 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒 | italic: has worn

Jeans. Tight pants. Over-knee socks. Tights. Fishnets. Leggings. Yoga pants. Pencil skirt. Tight skirt. Loose skirt. Tight/formfitting dress. Cardigans. Blouse. Button up shirt. Band-T-shirt. Sports-T-shirt. Sweatpants. Tank-top. Cut off t-shirt. Designer. High street. Online stores. Thrift. Lingerie. Long skirt. Miniskirt. Maxidress. Sun dress. Tie. Tuxedo. Cocktail dress. Highslit dress/skirt. T-shirt. Loose clothing. Tight clothing. Jean shorts. Sweater. Sweater vest. Khaki pants. Suit. Hoodie. Harem pants. Basketball shorts. Boxers. Briefs. Thong. Hotpants. Hipster panties. Bra. Sports bra. Crop top. Corset. Ballerina skirt. Leotard. Polka dot. Stripes. Glitter. Silk. Lace. Leather. Velvet. Chemise. Patterns. Florals. Neon colors. Pastels. Plaid. Black. Dark colors. Neutral colors. Fur. Faux fur.

★ ⸻ 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐒

Sneakers. Slip-ons. Flats. Slippers. Sandals. High heels. Kitten heels. Ankle boots. Combat boots. Boots. Cowboy boots. Knee-high. Platforms. Stilettos. Bare feet. Loafers.