#Back Neck Simple Blouse Design

[coldfanbou]

Time Off Needed

Alrighty, everyone this week turned into a Somi week, so this one is on the shorter side. Anyway, let's hope Somi gets a break she'll need one for working on one of her days off.

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Somi x Mreader

Somi took a deep breath, raised her hands above her head, and stretched herself out. “Time to go home,” she said to herself as she grabbed her things. She waved goodbye to the few coworkers left in the building and got into her car, driving home. As Somi drove home, she called you, waiting as she listened to the ring go off three times. 

“Hello?”

“Hey, are we still on for tomorrow? It’s the end of the month, after all.”

“Yeah, I’ll come by your place tomorrow morning; it’s going to be an all-day thing, right?”

“Yep, alright, that’s all I wanted to know. I’ll see you tomorrow, " she said before ending the call and continuing her drive along the highway. Her mind was elsewhere, filled with anticipation for the weekend and finally getting some time to relax. 

When she got home, Somi tossed her bag onto the couch and headed to her room. She threw herself onto her bed and let out a long sigh. She shut her eyes briefly, letting her body relax before slowly pushing herself out of bed, heading to the shower, throwing off her clothes, and stepping inside. 

The hot water rolled down Somi’s tired body, caressing it as she shook her head and enjoyed the warmth it provided. Somi shut her eyes and craned her neck, groaning, “That feels nice.” She took her time in the shower, feeling her body unwind and relax further. 

Once she was done, Somi wrapped a towel around her hair and changed into her sleepwear: a simple white tank top and panties. As she left the bathroom, a rush of cold air hit her, making her shiver. She rushed to her bedroom, wrapping herself in a blanket. A smile crossed Somi’s face as she felt the comfort of the blanket. Before sleeping in for the night, she checked her phone, going through her plans for the weekend before placing it on her nightstand and calling it a night. 

The next day, Somi got herself ready, got out of bed, and put on her best outfit. By the time you arrived, she was completely prepared. She led you into the other room. It was her recording room, designed with all the frills you could imagine around her bed. “Alright, put this on,” she said, handing you a large bear mask, one that would be used by a mascot in any other situation. “Oh, and take those pills.”

“Really? This one?” You ask, referring to the mask.

“Yeah, you got a problem with it?”

“Yeah, it moves too easily.”

“I changed it; there’s a rubber mouthpiece for you to bite down on. Besides, people like hearing me, so it’s better for me too.” Somi explains, moving to the computer and bending over as she adjusts some settings. You look her up and down, taking note of the outfit she chose to wear for today—something that looked far too prim and proper for what would be happening. You would’ve called it a uniform, but Somi would correct you. She glanced over her shoulder, “Hey, get ready,” she tells you, grabbing two hair ties from her desk and putting her hair into two pigtails. You huff, strip down to nothing, and put on the comically large bear head, finding the rubber mouthpiece she mentioned. “Alright, good,” you hear her say as she pushes you to the side. She opens her blouse, showing off the soft curves of her breasts, “Show’s starting,” Somi puts on a face mask and heads back to the computer, turning on the stream.  You take off the mask to use one of the pills and watch from the sidelines as she introduces herself, “Hi, everyone!” She shouts, waving to the camera. “It’s been a month since our last show, and you guys met the goal!” Somi feigns excitement, mimicking fireworks with her voice. “Okay, so because you guys met my goal, you guys get a very special show today. We’re going to go for a full 12 hours. Sit back, get your cock out for me, and enjoy watching me go crazy. I’ll look forward to getting to see all the pictures afterward.” She says. “Alright, there’s some material for you; now we’ll get started.” 

Somi turns toward you, extending her hand as she walks over to you and grasping your cock. She drags you into the frame and waves to the camera. “I found a nice teddy bear to use today.” She says before kneeling before you. She glances up at you, and you know, under the mask is a big smile. Somi moves her hand quickly over your cock, “I can’t wait to feel this thing inside me,” she giggles. You roll your eyes, biting down on the mouthpiece as Somi’s hand slows down, and she brings herself closer. 

Somi lifts her mask slightly, slipping your cock inside. You groan. Somi’s tongue moves up and down along your shaft, coating your cock in a layer of saliva as she bobs her head. Somi groans as she sucks your cock, her fingers slipping under her shorts and rubbing against her slit. “I’m so wet already,” she says, glancing at the camera and the chat speeding by. You place your grab onto Somi’s pigtails and thrust, pushing your cock into the back of her throat. Somi chokes on your cock, not expecting you to take charge. You give her a chance to adjust before beginning to thrust into her mouth. Your cock crashes against the back of Somi’s throat. Somi glances up, hunger in her eyes, as she places one of her hands on your thighs and lets you use her throat. Somi continues to play with herself, pushing her fingers into her wet cunt. She pushes them in and out of her slit, moaning against your cock as you drive your cock into her.

Saliva coats Somi’s mouth as you continue to thrust, your balls smack against her chin as she begins running out of breath. You don’t stop, though, you were enjoying fucking her throat too much, and you both knew her fans loved to see her become a mess. 

You held Somi against your crotch, watching as the young woman furiously fingered herself, her moans growing higher in pitch until you pulled out. You adjust Somi’s mask and rub your cock against her, she nuzzles it in response.

You grab Somi’s hand and pull her to her feet, making her face the camera. You reach up and pull off her blouse, showing her tits to the audience. You cup them, raising them slowly and dropping them, letting everyone see Somi’s tits bounce. “Take me already,” Somi moans, rubbing her ass against you. You keep one hand on Somi’s breast, pinching her nipple and making her whimper while you slowly pull down her shorts with the other.  

Moving to the bed, you bend Somi over it, making sure the camera has a good angle as you drive your hand into her ass. “Mmm!” You strike her again and again, her ass slowly turning red as you switch from cheek to cheek. You begin to slow down your smacks, letting the crowd take in the sight before moving Somi onto your lap. Rubbing your cock against her wet slit Somi looks at the camera, “He’s about to put it in everyone; make sure you watch carefully.” She says, her words slurring as you slip yourself inside her tight cunt. You move your hands to her thin waist, gripping it tightly as you move her up and down your shaft.  Somi’s moans flood the room as she takes your cock, feeling it stretch out her cunt. As you pick up the pace, her tits start bouncing, entertaining the audience as they watch the young woman beg for more. Each thrust crashes against her womb, making Somi’s body tingle as she rides you. 

Somi’s eyes go half-lidded as she continues to bounce on your cock; it was for show; her moans, though, were real. You shift one of your hands to her clit, gently flicking it and sending a shock through her system. “Oh shit,” She moaned, Somi leaned forward, hunched over as you teased her. She glanced up at the camera, ensuring everything was still going as you had your way with her. Somi could see tips flying in as everyone watched her getting fucked. She tried to figure out how much it was, but the pleasure coursing through her put her mind in a fog. Before she could try to clear her mind, you put your arm over her chest and pulled her back, holding her down as your thrust became quicker. Your muffled groans came quickly as you neared your climax. Somi could feel your cock begin to throb inside her, “He’s going to cum!” Somi yelled out, throwing her head back to show her face as you buried your length inside her. Not a second later, you were flooding Somi’s cunt with your cum. Her body tensed around your cock, milking it as she continued to moan. 

“Oh, fuck,” Somi laughed, “I feel so full everyone. Did you cum for me too?” She asks them before giggling. Somi pushes herself off you, letting your cum run down her leg, before turning around and bending over. “Can you see how he filled me up?” She asks before sneaking her mouth around your cock again, lapping up your semen as she spreads her folds and lets everyone glimpse at her swollen cunt. 

“I wonder how many more times you’ll cum,” Somi whispers as she wraps her lips around your cock and pulls back. Somi looks over her shoulder and looks at the camera, “Alright, everyone, you’re going to see what it’s like when I’m in charge of riding.” Somi pushes you onto your back and straddles you, rubbing your cock between her folds before impaling herself onto it. 

You and Somi continue the marathon of sex, stopping on occasion but fulfilling all twelve hours. Somi barely has enough energy to turn off the stream and return to bed. Her legs are shaky after the many orgasms and the soreness she feels. Through the twelve hours, you had cum inside Somi so many times you forgot the exact number; you hadn’t put it all in her cunt either, switching between all three holes she had. Cum was flowing between her legs as it leaked out of her gaping asshole and cunt. You take off the bear mask and look at Somi. “Are you going to be able to do anything tomorrow? You’re going to be super sore.” 

Somi didn’t respond; she was already sleeping. Her saliva and your cum mixed as it dripped onto the mattress. You chuckle and leave her there, covering her with her clothes before taking a shower and leaving the young woman for the night. 

[aheathen-conceivably]

🎶 I gave him my heart, but he wanted my soul 🎶

It was just after sunrise and Josephine was in the kitchen, a sunbeam warming her hands as they worked. She had woken early to take care of the chickens. Their tiny, prehistoric beaks and beady eyes still repulsed her, but at least it was easier than tilling soil or scrubbing clothes. 

Over and over again she folded the dough that Zelda had taught her how to make. A perfectly baked loaf already sat before her as she worked on another. My mother’s recipe, Zelda had said nostalgically as she recited it from the depths of her memory. These years with Zelda had been full of moments like that, ones where you could practically feel the domestic warmth radiating from her memories as she spoke of them.

A small, bitter laugh escaped Jo's lips. For all she may still love her mother, the closest thing Delphine ever had to a recipe was how to bat your eyelashes to earn enough money to pay someone else to make your bread. Josephine had thought that if only she could learn how to make it herself now, that she would finally be free of that, of her mother’s overbearing jasmine perfume and the inherent message that the only way to free yourself from a man’s grasp was through his touch.

Jo was taken aback by a pair of arms as they wrapped around her waist. Lost in the smell of jasmine perfume, she didn’t recognize them at first. She left her hands busy on the dough as she felt the lips trail over her silk blouse, along her neck, and to the base of her skull. He brought his cheek to hers and she tried not to pull away.

By then she knew who he was, not some figment of her past or her mother’s design. He was a man she loved, one who had made her feel more free than anyone else ever had. One who’s arms felt safer and happier than any of those memories. Only she hated the scruffy feeling of his face now, unshaven as it was most of the time and plastered with an expression that seemed to trigger all her anxiety for a reason she couldn't quite explain. “Good morning, mi raccomando. Is that what I think it is?"

“Bread, Gio. The same as always.” But really, she wanted to pick it up and throw it across the room, I did it! I fucking did it just like I told you I would. I tried and tried until I succeeded and still I’m unhappy. Still I feel trapped!

She spun around to face him and his eyes had the same expression as the first time she walked in this house. Happiness. It was the one that she avoided when she could, the same one that made her feel like her feet were glued to the spot and she had no choice whether she wanted to stay or leave.

Because it was sheer happiness that she was there; that he could wake and find her so near. A simple joy that the bread she was making was for him, and he would wake up to a house warmed and filled with the smells of clean laundry before he even put on his work clothes. Then in the farmyard it was knowing that he could come inside to see the woman he loved whenever he pleased, that she was there for him and only him.

It made her want to slap him, and she only knew one way of dealing with that.

So she moved back toward the table, wrapping her arm around his neck in a signal he understood immediately. He lifted her legs and moved the bread aside, small specks of flour rising into the air and staying suspended there for a moment, settling back down around her thighs as he started to kiss her.

She could swear that she smelled jasmine perfume in the air, but it was only bread. The ever present smell of bread and domestic subservience. Stop thinking about the fucking bread. Don’t think about the truck in the driveway, or how deeply he sleeps. Don’t think about how far you could drive before anyone would even know you were gone. Just run. Run away.

Only it wasn’t working, no matter how tightly she closed her eyes or grabbed his hair. Just run. You’re trapped here too. The same way you were there. With every thought the raging restlessness clawed its way back up her throat, mingling there with the bitter taste that this was her life now.

For so long, this had been enough, and the smell of jasmine perfume in the air was gone when he was near. At least for a little while. Only then it appeared again, whenever the chickens screeched at sunrise or she saw that look in his eyes. So what do you want to be then, my child? Some glorified maid for a man? Like that’s any life either.

When had she said yes to this life? She had denied his proposals a dozen times, only to end up here at his beck and call anyway, a farm wife in practice if not in name. Forever, mi raccomando. This is forever. The louder her thoughts became the more tightly she closed her eyes, only it wasn’t working anymore. Not at all. Her last bastion of control, the one place she could free herself from her past and her anxieties, now it all just smelled like jasmine perfume and some man she had never wanted, bringing with him the feeling of entrapment in the guise of freedom.

Josephine pushed him away with more force than she intended to. Her eyes were full of hatred for someone else’s touch, one far less kind and attentive than this one. The moment the smell of jasmine cleared from her head, she realized who was actually in front of her: a man who immediately saw the discomfort his hands were bringing and stepped back accordingly, giving her space to gather herself and her surroundings. Then he kept his head bowed and looked back at her in apology, no stranger to when she reacted this way or why that was. 

Only it was easier for him to think that was the extent of it, because neither of them really understood that the smell of jasmine perfume and fresh bread were all the same to her, and that sooner or later the heady scent in the air would make her snap regardless of which one it was. “Not - not now. That’s all it is. I’m tired. The chickens woke me again.”

He seemed to sense there was something beyond what he already knew; but her eyes stayed glassy, focused on locking away every thought she had so deeply that even if he wanted to see her unhappiness, she wouldn’t let him. When he brought his hands to her shoulders she was sure not to pull away again. “Okay, mi raccomando. I love you. I’m right outside if you need me.”

As he looked back at her, there was a small beat. A brief pregnant moment he left just for her. I love you too, but I’m unhappy. Maybe saying it would have been easy, but it was pointless. 

Antoine, Zelda, Violette. Gio. Each and every one of them was happy. What good would her words do? Ruin everyone else’s small sanctuary amidst a world in ruins? Force them to overturn their peace for an aimless restlessness she couldn't really explain, and maybe could never even mend? No, they were happy. All of them, and Gio had seemingly done nothing to deserve this.

It was simply easier to think that the problem was her, and her alone. Maybe her mother had broken her, and ruined her ability to let herself go to anyone else's desires. Maybe this was being happy, and her whole life all she had known before was excitement, not happiness. She couldn’t ruin it for all of them when she couldn’t even explain it, much less when none of them could be blamed either. She was trapped by guilt and love all the same as she had been by duty and need.

So she turned back around and acted as though she were redirecting her attention to the bread. The bitterness in her throat and the rising smell of jasmine in the air tried to choke back her words, “I love you too, Gio.”

Mollified, he walked back out the door.

[georgiebrits]

Christmas - Min Yoongi

You were surprised when Yoongi told you he was going to take you out for ice cream in the middle of winter.

When you asked why, he said simply, “I wanted to treat you for a change.”

And you thought that would be it. He didn’t seem too pleased when you agreed with him, though.

Maybe his family or friends had mentioned something to him about the occasion before he decided he wanted to celebrate it with you, but you really couldn’t remember.

Still, you went along with whatever he wanted – it wasn’t like you could turn down free ice cream - but even though Yoongi didn’t say anything, there was tension between you all day. When he got home late in the evening, it seemed as if he barely spoke at all.

In an attempt to break the ice, you asked him why he was so quiet. He just shrugged, and you realized you weren’t getting any real answers. If it were up to you, you wouldn’t have asked at all. But Yoongi was important to you, whether he knew it yet or not.

That night, after you had gone to sleep, you thought maybe you should talk to him about it, but then the next morning, there he was. Standing on your doorstep with a small black box in his hands. His smile was soft and kind, but his eyes held no warmth. They seemed cold. You wondered what he was hiding behind his face that made him appear so distant. Maybe his family or friends had said something to him after all.

But you were sure that nothing would make him act like this, even over a cake.

With a slight hesitation, you reached out and took the present from his hands, and he immediately let go. The way his hands lingered around yours was enough to tell you exactly how much he loved them. It made a strange feeling well inside you – one which made you want to run back into your room, and hide until this whole thing blew over, but instead, you opened the gift.

A beautiful silver bracelet rested in your hand, glistening from the sun filtering through the blinds and catching the light in ways that made the delicate, intricate pattern shine. You stared at it, trying to process what you were seeing. The bracelet was gorgeous, and you weren’t exactly used to receiving presents on your birthday, but it didn’t look cheap. There had to have been some serious money involved if he spent that much for a plain, old silver bracelet.

You glanced up at him questioningly, “Do I get a price tag? And a description of what’s in it?”

His shoulders slumped slightly in relief and he replied, “The design is pretty simple. Just loop a few links around my wrist and attach one of your favorite colors. And no description, please, I don’t want to explain myself any more than I have to. But if you want something more detailed, you can ask the jeweler tomorrow, alright? I just wanted to show it to you now and…”

You raised your arms and wrapped them around his neck, burying your face into his chest. He tensed slightly, and you felt him stiffen even further. Then he relaxed, slowly wrapping his arms around you in return. You felt him bury his nose in your hair as if to inhale its smell. His body heat was warm and comforting against yours and you buried your fingers in his hair as well. For once, you didn't mind having long hair.

You closed your eyes and breathed him in.

He smelled like chocolate, like cinnamon and cloves and honey, like vanilla and sugar, and something sweet that reminded you of a bakery. A place that only you knew existed. His presence always filled you with warmth and safety.

“It’s lovely,” you finally said, voice muffled by the fabric of his sweater. You pulled away just enough to meet his eyes, “Thank you.”

Yoongi smiled at you gently, leaning forward for a brief kiss. Then he kissed you again.

This time, though, it was sweeter, slower. He pressed his lips firmly against yours, holding onto your waist. One hand moved upwards to cup your cheek as he deepened the kiss, and another slid underneath your blouse to stroke your side softly. Your hands roamed his back slowly, moving down towards his ass and squeezing lightly.

Yoongi moaned softly in response to your touch, breaking the kiss momentarily to lean down and trail kisses along your neck. "Mmm, you smell so good," he whispered, nibbling on your earlobe.

"How do you manage to stay so fucking fresh? Is that a natural scent?"

Your body responded instantly, pressing against him, wanting more. You tugged his shirt off, pushing his pants down so you could slip your hands under his briefs. "Is that how I always smell to you?"

He chuckled, "Only when you're turned on like this." Yoongi groaned as your fingers wrapped around his hardening member, guiding him toward the edge of the bed. "Come here, baby," he whispered, pulling you down with him. "Let's enjoy this birthday surprise together."

You followed his instructions obediently, taking every opportunity you could to kiss him passionately. His hands were everywhere on your body, stroking and exploring every inch as his tongue traced the contours of your mouth. You couldn't stop moaning as you felt his erection against your thigh, and he seemed just as eager as you were. "God, you're so sexy," Yoongi breathed against your lips, his hands sliding down your body to hook under your hips. "Are you ready to feel good, baby?" he asked, positioning himself at your entrance.

Your breath hitched in anticipation as you nodded eagerly. "Yes," you managed to whisper before he entered you, filling you completely.

You clung onto him tightly, legs shaking as your body adjusted to him, to the length of him. He thrust deeper, deeper still. You gasped in pleasure, gripping tighter to his back. "Does it feel good?" Yoongi panted, his hips moving in a steady rhythm. He leaned down to kiss you again, his tongue battling with yours as his thrusts became sharper, more urgent. Your nails dug into his skin as you moaned into his mouth, your body on the verge of exploding with pleasure.

Yoongi kept kissing you, running his hands along your sides and back as you gripped him harder. His thrusts came faster and you could feel yourself starting to come.

As you felt yourself approaching the peak of pleasure, Yoongi pulled back slightly to look into your eyes. "Let go, baby," he encouraged, his hips moving faster as he brought you closer and closer to release. And then it happened - you cried out his name as waves of pleasure washed over you. Yoongi continued to thrust through your orgasm, moaning your name before finally finding his release. He collapsed onto the bed beside you, his arm draped over your waist. "You're amazing," he whispered in your ear, pressing a kiss to your temple.

You grinned, turning your head to kiss him back. "And you taste amazing," you teased as he lifted your chin up to meet his lips.

"That's the best birthday gift ever," you said later that day as he wrapped a scarf around your neck while you waited for Namjoon to pick you both up from your apartment. The snow fell softly outside your window, the sky covered in a clear blue color. You looked at Yoongi, sitting across you, watching you as you watched the falling flakes. He had gotten you a new hat, too, just like you had asked him to.

He looked surprised at that comment as if he hadn't expected you to say something like that. But then he smiled softly, his eyes shining happily as he looked at you. "I'm glad we did this," he replied. "We'll make Christmas better when it's our sixteenth year together." He paused, looking thoughtful. 

[zapreportsblog]

Garrett x human Reader Her whole body except for her face, neck and hands are covered in tattoos but she does not revel them until the battle of to see if Renesemee is immortal child or not. She does not meet Garrett until the battle of Victoria and her army of newborns. She has long chocolate brown hair and wears circle framed glasses. She is related to Emmett.

❝concealed❞

✭ pairing : garrett x reader

✭ fandom : twilight x reader

✭ summary : (y/n) is the mate of Garrett but doesn’t meet him until some years later, she has tattoos and is the only human relative that Emmett has

✭ twilight masterlist

In the heart of the forest, where shadows danced among ancient trees, (Y/N) moved with a graceful purpose. Her long, chocolate brown hair cascaded down her back, a stark contrast against the muted greens and browns of the woods. Clad in a simple long-sleeved blouse and jeans, she seemed like any other traveler exploring nature's beauty.

Yet, (Y/N) was far from ordinary. Beneath her clothing, her body was adorned with a tapestry of intricate tattoos, each design a testament to her connection with her ancestors and her reverence for the world around her. Her neck and hands bore a rich mosaic of symbols, alluring and mysterious, hinting at a history that was deeper and more complex than her appearance suggested.

For years, she had concealed her body art, careful to hide her inked skin beneath the fabric of long sleeves and high necklines. Her tattoos were her own secret, a personal tapestry of stories and memories that she carried with her, unbeknownst to those around her. And while she was proud of her heritage and the links that bound her to her ancestors, she chose to keep her marks hidden, revealing them only when the time was right.

It was a chilly evening as (Y/N) entered a clearing, her glasses perched on her nose as she surveyed the landscape. In the distance, a shimmering waterfall cascaded down a rocky cliffside, its gentle roar a soothing backdrop to her thoughts. It was a place of solace, a sanctuary where she could lose herself in her contemplations.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the sky in a tapestry of colors, (Y/N)'s thoughts turned to the rumors that had begun circulating among the supernatural community. Whispers of an immortal child, an enigma that had captured the attention of vampires and shape-shifters alike. She couldn't ignore the call to action, the pull to uncover the truth.

The woods seemed to hum with anticipation as (Y/N) turned to leave the clearing, her footsteps measured as she navigated the path back to her small cabin. The moon cast dappled light through the trees, and in its ethereal glow, (Y/N)'s tattoos seemed to come alive, a hidden masterpiece waiting to be unveiled.

Little did she know that destiny was about to introduce her to someone who would change her life forever. A battle loomed on the horizon, one that would bring her face to face with not only the supernatural forces she had heard whispers of but also a certain nomadic vampire named Garrett.

Weeks turned into months, and (Y/N) found herself drawn deeper into the mysteries that surrounded the supernatural world. She followed leads, listened to whispers, and sought answers to the enigma of the immortal child. Her quiet determination propelled her forward, her tattoos hidden beneath her everyday attire, a part of her that remained known only to herself.

It was during her investigations that the path of destiny intersected with another, as the confrontation with Victoria and her army of newborns loomed on the horizon. The forest crackled with tension as the two sides prepared for battle, and (Y/N) stood among the supernatural allies, her eyes steady behind her circle-framed glasses.

As the battle cries echoed through the air, (Y/N) fought with a fierce determination, her every move a testament to her hidden strength. Her tattoos remained concealed, a canvas of stories that remained shrouded in mystery. It was only when the chaos of battle began to reach its climax that her moment arrived.

Amidst the fray, (Y/N) found herself facing off against a particularly formidable adversary. Victoria's red eyes bore into her, a fierce determination mirrored in her gaze. (Y/N)'s heart raced, her every instinct sharpened by the adrenaline of battle.

With a surge of energy, she unleashed her full strength, the power of her ancestry coursing through her veins. As her opponent's attack faltered, her own strike was swift and precise. And in the wake of the battle, Victoria's threat was finally extinguished.

As the dust settled, the supernatural allies regrouped, their breaths heavy with a mix of exhaustion and relief. It was in this moment that (Y/N) felt a presence at her side. She turned, her eyes meeting those of a nomadic vampire, his hair wild and his gaze unwavering.

"Garrett," she murmured, recognition dawning.

He offered a half-smile, his eyes curious. "You fought well."

"(Y/N)," another voice called from the distance. Turning, she saw her connection to the supernatural world, the Cullens, approaching.

"We owe you our gratitude," Carlisle said, his expression sincere.

Her gaze shifted between the two, her lips quirking into a smile. "It was a battle for all of us."

The moon hung high in the sky, casting a silvery glow on the aftermath of the battle. As (Y/N) stood among the supernatural beings, her tattoos remained hidden beneath her clothing, a silent testament to her own battles and triumphs.

Garrett approached her again, his gaze steady. "You're not like the others."

She raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. "And what makes you say that?"

He smiled, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "I have a keen eye for those who bear secrets, my dear."

A knowing smile tugged at her lips, and for the first time, (Y/N) felt a sense of camaraderie with someone who understood the art of concealment. As the night wore on, stories were exchanged, bonds were formed, and the mysteries of the supernatural world began to unravel in ways (Y/N) had never imagined.

Little by little, as (Y/N)'s world expanded to include new allies and experiences, her tattoos remained a hidden reminder of her unique journey. For with each day that passed, she found herself not only entwined in the supernatural tapestry but also a chapter of her own tale that was just beginning to be written.

Time flowed like a river, carrying (Y/N) into a world she had only glimpsed from the periphery. She walked a delicate line between her newfound supernatural allies and the life she had known as a human. Her bond with Garrett deepened with each passing day, their shared understanding of secrecy and concealment forging a connection that transcended words.

With her tattoos still hidden from view, (Y/N) became an indispensable member of the supernatural community, her skills and determination proving invaluable in times of danger. She joined in their endeavors, fought alongside them in battles that shaped the destiny of their world, and stood shoulder to shoulder with vampires and shape-shifters alike.

As the seasons changed, (Y/N)'s journey of self-discovery continued, each day a testament to her strength and resilience. The Cullens became not only her allies but also her family, and Garrett, her mate, a constant presence at her side. Together, they faced challenges that tested their bonds and celebrated victories that united them in purpose.

One evening, under the stars that glittered like diamonds in the night sky, (Y/N) found herself sitting by a crackling fire, her tattoos illuminated by the dancing flames. She wore a sleeveless top, her decision to reveal her marks a deliberate one. The intricate designs spoke of generations past, of stories whispered through time.

Garrett approached, his gaze drawn to the revealed tattoos. His fingers traced the patterns gently, his touch both tender and reverent. "(Y/N), they're beautiful," he whispered.

She smiled, her heart full as she met his gaze. "They're a part of me, a reminder of my ancestors and the path that led me here."

Garrett's eyes held a mixture of admiration and understanding. "Just as your strength and spirit are a part of you."

In that moment, (Y/N) felt a sense of completeness that she had never known before. Her tattoos were no longer hidden away, but proudly displayed, a testament to her journey, her heritage, and the love that had woven its way into her life.

As the fire crackled and the night stretched before them, (Y/N) and Garrett sat together, their hands intertwined. They were bound by more than just their secrets; they were bound by the shared experience of growth, connection, and the promise of an unknown future that lay ahead. And as they gazed into the flames, they knew that whatever challenges awaited, they would face them together, their stories and tattoos interwoven in a tapestry of love and courage.

[rintarousgirl]

i wanna be yours -- 7. snap out of it

✦ - Y/N is a small business owner, offering her services not only as a designer but an at-home makeup artist and cosmetic producer as well. She's perfectly content with her small life when she's approached by the manager of the INARIZAKI band, asking for her to fill the position of backstage artist on short notice. Needing the money, and wanting the experience, Y/N agrees. Little does she know of the fatal attraction she will share with the band's lead, Suna Rintarou.

a/n: uh, hoping that this gets y'all back into my good graces. enjoy the little bit of filth you get in this one LMAO, content warning for making out ig?? anyways, please ignore the time at the top of the phone bc im too lazy to block it out. if time is important for texts than there will be a timestamp, or it will be explicitly stated.

8:32PM

You spot Rintarou's car pull up outside of your small apartment building. He remains in the car, but you already know he's looking for you. You stand from the park bench you were sitting on, and head over.

Pulling open the car door, you settle into the passenger seat. His car smells of fresh leather and his cologne, and you find it's a pleasant mix of smells. He looks to you, his hooded eyes dressed in dark black eyeliner. It was clear he'd done it himself, his own hand not nearly as skilled as your own. The thought of him trying to replicate your work in the mirror made you giggle.

"Hey," he greets, tilting his head as he takes in your appearance, "You look very pretty."

You find a small blush making its way onto your cheeks. You'd gone relatively simple, but still dressed up as he had told you to. You'd gone for a forest green silk satin slip dress, and some black strap heels. Your purse rested across your shoulders, filled with a few small cosmetics, your keys, and your phone. Along with some breath mints, just in case.

"You look rather handsome yourself, Rin," you compliment, noting the white blouse and black slacks. His shirt was partially unbuttoned at the top, and he had a silver chain around his neck and some silver rings glinting on his fingers. They were the same ones you'd given him for the concert.

Rintarou lets out a small huff, running a hang through his hair. The rest of the drive is relatively silent, soft music playing through the stereo. After about a ten minute drive, the two of you pull up outside of a very fancy restaurant.

Suddenly, you feel a little self-conscious about your outfit. All the other woman seemed to be more dressed up with you are, some of them having elbow gloves or fur coats. You take in deep breaths to calm your nerves as Rintarou rounds the car and opens the door for you.

"After you," he coos, a teasing smirk on his lips. You take his outstretched hand and close the door behind you. His fingers intertwine with yours, and he lifts the back of your hands to his lips and presses a quick kiss to your skin.

You bite down on your lip, tasting your lip gloss. "I didn't take you as the romantic type," you admit, as the two of you walk in.

"I didn't either. I guess you bring out another side of me," his words are clearly joking, but there's also a twinge of sincerity in his words. It does something to your heart, and you try your best to quell the rushing of your heartbeat in your ears.

Rintarou talks with the waiter, who didn't have much of a reaction to his presence. Either his place was frequented by famous people, or this person just didn't know or cared who he was. Actually, most of the people in here didn't, which you were kind of glad for. You never enjoyed being in the spotlight, that was why you were the behind-the-scenes artist.

The two of you are seated at a more reclusive table, tucked away in one of the corners with dim lighting and a small bouquet of flowers and a few candles between you.

"This is a wonderful place, Rin," you gush, unable to keep from admiring it. The roof was glass, open to the night sky. The moon shined above, providing additional light in the dimly lit room. You could point out a few constellations.

Over dinner, you and Rintarou talk. He tells you more about his mother, the sweet saint of a woman, and a little about his bandmates. Then he asks about you. You tell him about your favorite colors, sports teams, music genres, and more.

"No," he interruptes you, taking your hand from across the table. Both of you had eaten at that point and were just enjoying the atmosphere. "I want to know about you, not what you like."

You stutter, blinking softly. Your lips part slightly, as you think of something to say. "Uh," you say stupidly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. Rintarou's lips quirk up a bit.

"Well, I grew up in Tokyo, the Nerima Ward specifically. I attended Fukurodani private academy, and I was the manager of my best friend's volleyball team."

Something lights up in Rintarou's eyes, a hint of something familiar. "Did you play?"

"A little. I had to learn how to set for Bokuto when Akaashi didn't want to...did you used to play?" the question felt a bit stupid. Why would Suna Rintarou, a famous singer/songwriter and near-professional photographer, play? volleyball?

He laughs. "I, uh, I did more than just play. Actually, the whole band played, even Kita. We all went to the same high school, it's kind of how we met each other, y'know? Atsumu was the only one who tried to make a career out of it. When we weren't playing though, we were in Kita's garage learning how to play instruments."

"Woah," you say, not even bothering to hide your shock. It felt so natural. Rintarou had the body of a volleyball player, and you knew Atsumu played and that they had all known each other pre-band. Yet, despite that, it seemed unfathomable to you. "I didn't know any of that."

"Yeah," Rintarou snorts, "it's not exactly the kind of thing they ask in interviews. It isn't hidden knowledge either though, you can look up any old competition video and you'll find all of us."

"Well, that's something to do when I get bored," you remark, resting your head in your hands. Maybe volleyball was how Kuroo got interested in INARIZAKI. Their music wasn't exactly his taste anyway, but he was still involved in the community. He probably knew of them from volleyball which piqued his interest. He was nosey like that.

Eventually, Rintarou pays the bill, and leads you out the door. He checks his watch. It's nearing 10:30, and the city is alive. "Do you have a specific time you need to be back?" he asks you as the two of you climb back in his car.

"No, and I wouldn't mind spending more time with you."

And that's how you find yourself in a lounge with Rintarou, the music blasting as the two of you sip on champagne glasses. He'd managed to snag a seat for the two of you on a loveseat in the lounge. In front of you, sweaty bodies mingled and dance. Laughter, singing, and the sounds of joy filled the air. The sounds of people enjoying themselves.

"Rin?" you begin, turning to him. Your thighs are brushing, and his hand is resting on your knee. His touch is warm against the thin fabric of your dress, and you try not to squirm too much as his thumb rubs small circles into the flesh of your lower thigh.

"Hm?"

"Will you dance with me? Please?" He looks slightly caught off guard, but he blinks at you a few times before shrugging.

"I have two left feet, it wouldn't be the best idea," and yet he stands, setting down his glass as he extends a hand to you. A laugh rips from your chest, and you take his hand happily.

You drag him along with you to the dance floor, nesting the two of you somewhere in the middle. You let yourself free, letting the small amount of alcohol and the euphoria in your system loosen you up as you begin to dance. Rintarou laughs, not as comfortable as you are but enjoying watching you, nonetheless.

A partner song comes on, one of those old fast ones that you have to jump around and use a lot of footwork. You reach for Rintarou, but a hand wrap around your waist and you're being whisked away to dance with a stranger. Rintarou only has a moment before a woman your age is tapping on his shoulder and pulling him in to dance with her.

Despite being with a stranger, you still manage to have fun, twirling and twisting around the floor. Your feet will ache by tomorrow, but it doesn't matter because in this moment you can't think past now.

Looking over the shoulder of the man you're dancing with, you meet Rintarou's sharp gaze, as he stares at you from across the floor. Small breathy giggles erupt from you, which has your partner snickering.

For the rest of the song, you can feel Rintarou's eyes on you, but you know your eyes are on him just as much.

Eventually, you're set free from your partner, as a slower more romantic song begins to play. You stumble across the floor to Rintarou, who was trying to detach himself from the woman he was dancing with previously.

You tap on her shoulder and make a small shoo-ing motion which she understands. She walks off, though not without sending you a dirty look. Scoffing, you turn back to Rintarou.

He's looking at you with heavy, dark, eyes and slowly your giggles die out on your tongue. Rintarou's hand sneaks around your waist, pulling you close till your chests were flush. He was taller than you, and you tried not to cower as he looked down at you.

"Rin?" you whispered softly, but your eyes couldn't stay on his. In fact, your eyes couldn't drift away from his lips.

His thumb rubbed softly at the swell of your hip, before pressing gently on your stomach and drifting up your sides. His touch made you shiver, and you tried to stop the shaking in your hands.

To give you something to hold onto, your fingers slide up his neck into his hair, curling in silky brown locs. He lets out a little grunt when you give a tiny tug, before a grin crawls on his lips.

"Everyone was looking at you while you danced, y'know," he comments, singing it like it was a praise. You shrug, licking your lips.

"I don't care," you say cooly, "unless..,you were looking too?" you knew he was, but it was always fun to tease.

...what were you doing? This wasn't professional by any means, actually, this was incredibly inappropriate. You knew Rintarou's intentions going into this though, shouldn't you face the consequences of your own actions?

It doesn't matter what you think though, because Rintarou's lips are on yours in a matter of seconds and it burns away any thoughts of regret you had.

Anything would be okay, if it meant you could experience this time and time again.

His lips are soft, just as you thought they'd be, and his teeth nip and tug on your lip. You find yourself falling apart in his grasp, your mouth falling open wider to give further access.

Your fingers curl harder in Rintarou's hair, ripping a small gasp from his throat. His head pulls back, displaying his gorgeous pale neck. Clear and unmarked.

You take the moment of separation to your advantage, and kiss along his jawline. Rintarou's eyelashes flutter, and his teeth bite down on his lip. You find that sweet special spot between his jaw and his ear, sucking and biting down onto his skin.

You're more surprised when he lets out a shuddering shaky breath, just a whisp away from being a whimper. Something akin to pride runs through you, and you bite and suck with more fervor.

Rintarou's hands tremble on your sides, and one comes up to uselessly grasp at your arm as if seaking leverage of some sort. After a few minutes of kissing his neck, you let go, taking in a deep breath.

Pulling back, Rintarou watches you with wild eyes. It was amazing to see him so disheveled, and it managed to be a better look than anything you could create for him.

His neck was a variety of lipgloss stains, and small bites, but that specific spot you'd focused on was the best. It was a deep red, and would no doubt be purpling soon. Your lip shape and teeth marks were clear on his pale skin. There was no way he'd be hiding this. No color corrector or concealer could change that.

"C'mon," you say, taking his hand and knocking him out of his stupor, "I should get home."

The drive home is silent again, but you don't pretend to notice the way Rintarou is struggling to keep his eyes on the road and his hands on the steering wheel. "Careful," you'd tease, and enjoy the way his brows would furrow.

As he came to a halt outside of your house, you open the door, partially stepping out when his hand wraps around your wrist and tugs you close.

There's a slight register of pain as your stomach hits the edge of the console, but that's ripped away from you as Rintarou kisses you with a certain ferocity you couldn't match.

He let's you go after a few seconds, laughing at the way you chase his lips.

"Goodbye, Y/N."

And then he's off, leaving you on the sidewalk outside of your apartment building with trembling legs.

Slowly, you pull out your phone.

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★ - Suna went home and stared at the hickey in the mirror for a good ten minutes.

★ - Kuroo calls you right after and demands all the details. He loves and hates hearing it at the same time.

★ - Suna has still not answered Atsumu's string of texts from the last chapter.

★ - While you were walking in your building, the receptionist tells you that your lipgloss was smudged. Like...really badly.

✦ - Y/N is a small business owner, offering her services not only as a designer but an at-home makeup artist and cosmetic producer as well. She's perfectly content with her small life when she's approached by the manager of the INARIZAKI band, asking for her to fill the position of backstage artist on short notice. Needing the money, and wanting the experience, Y/N agrees. Little does she know of the fatal attraction she will share with the band's lead, Suna Rintarou.

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[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?

[eolewyn1010]

Downton Abbey Fashion 58 - indoors fashion in 1924

Lukewarm take of the century: I don’t think Mary’s haircut was very flattering on her. For one, she should have had at least some of the back of her neck shaved so the backside of it doesn’t look so uneven. But as with riding aside, Mary half-asses her rebel spirit. Anyway. It’s better-looking in some stylings than in others, but overall, I miss the waves and the volume of her previous hairdo. Framed her face better imo. Onward to clothes.

Burgundy silk satin and pretty drapes – Mary is out of mourning for good and back in the game. This ensemble is lovely and stays into season 6, and I feel the pin tucks down her shoulders are something like an extended version of the gathering seams in the shoulders that we’ve seen a lot during the previous years. I think the dress may be a bit longer in the back than it is in the front, with the way it drapes to frame her legs, and it looks quite charming.

I’m not entirely sure if this is another ensemble or a dress of which I don’t quite grasp the top design, but either way, this looks nice. The one thing I appreciate about Mary is her propensity for jewel colors. The blue is lovely, the skirt a pretty smooth and plain deal, and then the top part comes around and things get intriguing. Diagonal pin tucks are named easily enough, but then there’s this kind of scarf, except it’s not tied; it’s just kind of draped over the back of her neck and flares out in the front. I don’t know how it works, but I can’t deny that the look is great. That’s why it’s allowed to stay into season 6.

I wish this wouldn’t fall so weirdly over her hip bones. It’s probably just the light because it’s not like this cardigan has any structuring; this is just a comfy, simple piece to wear in the house. And it doesn’t need any tricky cuts because the fabric is woven with a kind of fractal pattern, nice enough in and of itself. Could use a less frumpy blouse underneath it.

A rather pink puce (look, I don’t know; my English vocabulary is limited), this pretty dress premiers when Mary has her little get-away with one of the dudes she’s leading on at the time. I do love the layering on this, giving it the little extra touch when the rest of the cut keeps it simple and streamlined, although admittedly with a flattering neckline.

Granted, this doesn’t look as dowdy as Cora’s weird little standing collars do to me as it brings in asymmetry and with it a touch of modernity. It’s still rather stuffy, buttoned all the way up (although I do like the little black button pairs) and emphasizing the straight-lined cut with the pin tucks lengthwise. Widow Mary leans more into the conservative aspects of her sense of fashion than into the daring when it comes to day wear. Her evening dresses are admittedly more glamorous.

Every time I see Mary in black and it’s not for mourning, I’m tempted to set up some statistics to counter her weird “I hate wearing black” statement from the first episode. Regardless of that and my meh opinion of her hairdo, this is the level of chic we’re used to seeing on her, very simple shirt, but it’s shiny silk satin. The sailor collar has a little extra application in white and two buttons in the front that are either shell or enameled. In any case, they pop nicely.

More black, or is that dark blue? Weirdly, my first thought at this was that it’s Cora’s dress, but no, Cora hasn’t worn this one. It’s Mary’s, and it’ll be back for season 6. She could do something different than these round necklines sometime again, but since she doesn’t here, the dress makes up for it with a mass of flowers in various shades and chiffon sleeves to loosen up the severe look.

This collar is better. The shirt is a bit grey for my taste, but it works with panels of flower print on the lower hem and the cuffs, so it doesn’t get too boring. Mary is starting to settle into a massively beige phase in the second half of the season – seriously, she has like four evening dresses that all have basically the same color – and I don’t super approve. Where are the jewel colors? At least this shirt comes back with a deep red skirt in season 6.

An otherwise nice shirt that, again, could have done with a little collar to pep it up. The weave is admittedly peak; I don’t even know how this is done, but the effect intrigues me. Nothing against that black stripe down the center front, but did it really have to end in the tidiest little bow? At least lean into your bowtie styles.

Have you gotten comfortable with off-white Mary yet? She ain’t going anywhere. A simple but chic dress in which Mary goes out for dinner with the rest of her Crawley generation, and although this comes across as quite rectangular with the very smooth and plain style, I admit that I think the brown ribbon trim is used quite cleverly. See how that little sash down the length crosses her drop waist and then drapes over the front of her skirt? Nice design. It comes back next season.

The outfit in which Mary starts her next romance arc. A grey skirt – fine; at least it has some kick pleats to it. And then the shirt which manages to escape most of its bagginess effect by draping under her arms, giving the sides some shape. I really like the sleeves with that little gathering-into-a-point design; it’s about the most interesting Mary has done with her sleeves the entire season. And then we get a little black trim and some delicate flower medallion embroidery in the lower half. Altogether, bit colorless, but pretty.

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Closing out on Mabel, I really wish they would have kept it with the lively designs and colors of her first outfit. The pastels are a little meh for someone who has enough fire to shut up Mary Crawley, but they possibly signify her much gentler behavior around her love interest Tony. This is still a nice dress; the chiffon does its drapey thing and I love that design of the little rows of buttons and buttonholes on her lower sleeves and the sides of her top. It’s just a little much on the tame side. This ain’t Lavinia the Saint!

[everyones-fangirl]

Delectable Little Pet

Warnings: 18+ This will be about after ascension Astarion so expect some extreme dark romance and future triggers. Female Masturbation. Stalking. Being super forward/not taking no for an answer.

Word Count: 4,247

Chapter 4

Cassara

The tavern was bustling, a hive of activity as patrons came and went, their laughter and shouts blending into a cacophony of noise. A large table of orcs in the corner grew louder with each drink, their raucous laughter and booming voices dominating the room. The sun shone bright today, its rays filtering through the windows and casting warm patches of light on the wooden floor. Sweat collected at my brow, and the only relief came when the door opened, allowing a brief, cool breeze to waft in and provide momentary respite. I wiped my forehead with the back of my hand, grateful for the bandana that kept my hair off my face. Over the past few weeks, I had learned to favor pants over skirts for their practicality. My attire was a blend of practicality and understated elegance, reflecting both my elven heritage and my current circumstances. I favored garments that allowed me to move freely and withstand the rigors of working at the tavern, yet these clothes also subtly accentuated my natural beauty and grace.

My pants were made of supple, dark brown leather that hugged my curves while providing protection and flexibility. The leather was well-worn, softening over time but still retaining its durability. These pants were reinforced at the knees and hips, places most prone to wear and tear, showcasing thoughtful craftsmanship. Small, intricately embroidered patterns ran along the seams, adding a touch of elven artistry to the otherwise utilitarian garment. My shirt was a simple yet elegant white blouse made of fine linen. The fabric was lightweight and breathable, perfect for long, hot days in the bustling tavern. The blouse had billowing sleeves that cinched at the wrists with delicate, lace-trimmed cuffs. The neckline was modest, yet it featured a subtle, scalloped edge that added a hint of femininity. When I moved, the blouse flowed around me, hinting at the fluid grace with which I carried myself.

Over the blouse, I wore a corset top made of dark green brocade fabric. The corset was intricately designed, with patterns of leaves and vines woven into the material. The corset laced up the front with a series of delicate, silver eyelets, each thread carefully tied to ensure a snug fit that accentuated my waist and provided support. The boning in the corset was flexible yet firm, allowing me to maintain my posture while working long hours without discomfort. I often accessorized with a few select pieces that held personal significance. Around my neck, I wore a thin silver chain with a small pendant shaped like a leaf, a gift from my mother that I never took off. My fingers were adorned with simple silver rings, each one engraved with tiny runes of protection and healing, their magic subtle but ever-present.

My practical side showed in the sturdy boots I wore, made of the same dark brown leather as my pants. These boots were well-crafted, with reinforced soles and ankle support that allowed me to move swiftly and confidently across the tavern's creaky wooden floors. The boots reached just below my knees, laced up the front, and were adorned with small, silver buckles that added a touch of elegance to their rugged design. To keep my long, thick dark brown hair out of my face while I worked, I often tied it back with a crème-colored bandana. The bandana was made of soft, lightweight fabric, and I had a few in different shades to match my outfits. When I wasn't working, I would let my hair down, the dark waves cascading over my shoulders and down my back, shimmering with a faint green luminescence in the right light.

I had started working the counter and tables on my days off. Each coin earned brought me a step closer to moving on, to finding a new place where I could start fresh. As I moved between tables, balancing trays of drinks and plates of food, I felt a sense of purpose, even if it was just for a fleeting moment. The tavern’s interior was a mix of warm wood and rough stone, the walls adorned with faded tapestries and old hunting trophies. The air was thick with the scent of ale, roasted meat, and the earthy aroma of the orcs' sweat. The floorboards creaked under the weight of heavy boots, and the low hum of conversation was punctuated by the occasional cheer or bellow.

At the bar, Caty worked her magic, her fingers flying as she poured drinks and charmed the customers with her infectious smile. Her red hair was a vibrant flame in the dim light, and her laughter was a constant, cheerful background noise. I admired her ability to remain upbeat and engaging, even when the tavern was at its busiest.

As I served a group of dwarves seated near the fireplace, I couldn't help but steal glances at the door. Every time it opened, I hoped for a breeze to cool my flushed skin, but I also found myself scanning the faces of the newcomers. A habit formed from both curiosity and caution, ever since that night with Astarion. The orcs' table erupted in another wave of laughter, and I turned to see one of them pounding the table with a fist, causing mugs to jump and slosh their contents. I hurried over, deftly weaving through the crowd, and set down a fresh pitcher of ale. One of the orcs, a towering brute with a scar running down his cheek, grinned at me.

"More ale! You keep us happy, girl," he bellowed, his voice like rolling thunder.

I nodded, offering a polite smile. "Of course. Enjoy your drinks."

As I turned away, I caught a glimpse of my reflection in a polished shield hanging on the wall. My face was flushed, not just from the heat but from the constant exertion. Despite the sweat and the noise, there was a determination in my eyes. I was working toward something, no matter how small or seemingly insignificant. Moving toward the next table, I felt a renewed sense of purpose. The tavern was just a stepping stone, a place to gather strength and resources for whatever lay ahead.I refused to let anything get in my way—not my aching feet, the sweltering heat, or a certain unnaturally pale elf.

I hadn’t seen him in weeks, but I kept catching glimpses of his silver hair or piercing eyes in the crowd. Each time, a shiver ran down my spine. Something about him made my hair stand on end, and the way he looked at me—as if I were a meal—made me feel extremely conflicted. From the moment he approached our table, I knew he was used to getting what he wanted. When I turned him down, it only further proved my point.

He was dangerous, and I knew scheming when I saw it. It was all I did growing up. Underneath the fear he evoked in me, there was a certain type of heat or desire hidden. It was that feeling that kept him at the forefront of my mind, a secret yearning for him to come back, to approach me again. It had been a while since I found someone who could keep up with my banter. The look in his eyes while he observed me last time was borderline murderous, yet I couldn't deny the thrill it gave me.

I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts as I approached the next table. The constant motion, the clinking of mugs, the chatter of patrons—all of it was becoming familiar. Yet, despite the routine, my mind kept wandering back to him. His predatory gaze, the way his presence seemed to fill the room, even when he wasn't there.

I felt a mix of fear and excitement whenever I thought about him. He was a puzzle I wanted to solve, a danger I wanted to face. But I knew better than to let my guard down. The stakes were too high, and I couldn't afford to be reckless. My future depended on it.

I shrugged my shoulders as I picked up the dirty dishes from a newly empty table, the clatter of mugs and plates a familiar comfort amid the tavern's chaos. It’s not like he showed much interest in me anyway. I found myself glancing over at Caty, who was effortlessly working the bar. A large crowd had formed around her, captivated by her bright smile and quick hands as she mixed drinks with practiced ease. He was definitely more interested in her, and I couldn’t blame him. Caty’s personality was magnetic, drawing people in with her infectious laughter and boundless energy. But that only made me want to protect her more. The world was full of dangers we couldn’t see, and I had learned to be wary of anyone too smooth, too charming.

When Astarion had grabbed her to take her to the so-called “party” that night a few weeks back, panic surged within me. The memory was still vivid, a chilling reminder of how close we had come to losing her. The way he looked at her was different, predatory and cold. Something in me screamed that if she went with him, I would never see her again.

I gasped in surprise as familiar arms wrapped tightly around me from behind. A small laugh escaped my lips as I struggled to balance the tray of dirty dishes in my arms. “Woah, woah. Careful! If I break these, I’ll lose money!” I playfully frowned at my friend, my heart warming at the sound of her laughter.

Setting the tray down at the bar, I turned to see Caty grinning widely. She hopped up onto one of the stools, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “A couple of us are going out after this shift. You should come.”

I sighed heavily, shaking my head. “You know I can’t. I signed up for a double.” My voice was weary but firm. “I need this.”

Caty's expression fell, a hint of disappointment shadowing her features. She nodded reluctantly, understanding but not happy about it. “I know, I know. But you should take a break soon, or you’ll work yourself to death.”

I glanced around the bustling tavern, the noise of chatter and clinking glasses filling the air. The sun had finally set, and the evening crowd had settled in, making the place even more hectic. Sweat trickled down my forehead, and I wiped it away with the back of my hand, feeling the weight of exhaustion bearing down on me.

“I’ll be fine,” I assured her, trying to sound more confident than I felt. “Besides, we need the money if we want to move on from this place.”

Caty’s eyes softened, and she reached out, giving my hand a gentle squeeze. “I just worry about you, Cassara. You’ve been pushing yourself so hard.”

I forced a smile, appreciating her concern but knowing I couldn’t afford to slow down. “I promise I’ll be careful. Just a little while longer, okay?”

She sighed but didn’t press the issue further. “Alright. Just don’t forget to take care of yourself, too.”

As she jumped off the stool and headed back to the bar to help with the evening rush, I watched her go, a pang of guilt tugging at my heart. I wished I could join her, to let loose and have some fun, but the reality of our situation kept me grounded. With a deep breath, I picked up the tray of dishes and made my way to the kitchen, weaving through the throngs of patrons. The tavern was packed tonight, the energy high and the atmosphere almost festive. Yet, despite the lively environment, I couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that had settled over me. I caught myself glancing at the door, out a window, or just simply over my shoulder more often than usual.

“Cassara, you’ve got a table waiting!” one of the other servers called out, snapping me back to reality.

“On it!” I replied, setting the tray down and grabbing a fresh one.

After the evening rush had subsided, Caty left with our group of coworkers, their laughter and chatter filling the air as they departed. They mentioned something about a circus being in town, and I waved them off with a smile, not entirely sure what a circus was. I made a mental note to ask Caty about it later. The night dragged on, and as the closing hour approached, the tavern slowly emptied. I leaned against the bar, lost in thought. My nightly cleaning duties were done, and now it was just a matter of waiting to lock the doors. The tavern, usually bustling with noise and activity, felt eerily quiet. The flickering candlelight cast long shadows across the wooden floor, adding to the sense of solitude.

I didn’t notice someone slipping in as the last few patrons were leaving. Nor did I see him walk up to the bar and sit down. The sudden noise of someone clearing their throat startled me, making me jump back. “My, my, jumpy little pup, aren’t we?” His familiar voice and the smirk that pulled at his lips made my cheeks flush hot.

“I am neither of those things,” I managed to say, frowning. My heart raced, a mix of fear and something else—something I didn’t want to acknowledge—coursing through me.

Astarion leaned forward, his intense gaze never leaving mine. The candlelight played across his features, highlighting the sharp angles of his face and the cold, calculating glint in his eyes. “You’re working late tonight,” he observed, his voice silky smooth.

“Yes, I needed the extra money,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. “What do you want?”

His smirk widened. “Such hostility. I was merely hoping for a drink and some pleasant company.”

I didn’t believe him for a second. There was always an ulterior motive with Astarion. But I couldn’t afford to cause a scene or draw attention. “Fine. What will you have?” I asked, grabbing a clean mug.

“Surprise me,” he said, leaning back with an air of casual confidence.

I turned to the shelves, pulling down a bottle of our finest ale. My hands shook slightly as I poured the drink, my mind racing with thoughts of how to handle this situation. He was dangerous, and I knew I had to be careful. Placing the mug in front of him, I took a deep breath and tried to project an air of indifference.

“There. Enjoy,” I said curtly.

Astarion cut a striking figure as he lounged at the bar, his posture relaxed yet exuding an air of undeniable confidence. His angular features were accentuated by the flickering candlelight, casting shadows across his chiseled jawline and high cheekbones. His skin, pale as moonlight, seemed to glow softly in the dim tavern.

His silver hair fell in loose waves around his face, adding to the aura of otherworldly allure that surrounded him. His eyes, a piercing shade of violet, seemed to bore into mine with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. They held a hint of mischief, a dangerous glint that hinted at the depths of his unpredictable nature. Dressed in finely tailored clothing that hugged his lean frame, he looked every bit the aristocrat he claimed to be. The fabric of his shirt and trousers was of the highest quality, the deep crimson hue complementing the pale perfection of his skin. A silver pendant hung from his neck, catching the light as it swung gently with his movements.

But it was his presence, his undeniable charisma, that truly set him apart. There was something magnetic about him, something that drew people in despite the warning bells that rang in the back of their minds. It was a dangerous allure, one that promised pleasure and pain in equal measure.As he sat there, smirking at me with that infuriatingly confident grin, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease. Astarion was a predator, a wolf in sheep’s clothing, and I had no idea of the danger that lurked beneath his charming facade.

Astarion took a sip, his eyes never leaving mine. “You know, Cassara, I’ve been thinking about our last encounter,” he said, his tone deceptively light.

“Oh?” I replied, trying to sound uninterested. “And what have you concluded?”

“That you’re quite a fascinating creature,” he said, leaning forward again. “So much fire and spirit. It’s rare to find someone who can resist my charm.”

“I’m not interested in your games, Astarion,” I said, crossing my arms over my chest. “So if that’s all, you can finish your drink and leave.”

He gave me a feigned sad look before breaking out into a devilish grin once more. With a swift movement, he was suddenly looming over me, his body pressed dangerously close. I could feel the heat radiating off him, sending shivers down my spine as his piercing gaze bore into mine. It was like staring into the eyes of a predator, and for a moment, I felt trapped, unable to tear myself away. Before I could react, his hand came up to brush a stray strand of hair from my face, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through me. I sucked in a sharp breath, my heart pounding in my chest as his fingers trailed lightly down my cheek. His scent, a heady mix of musk and danger, enveloped me, clouding my senses and leaving me dizzy with desire.

“Oh, but I think you are,” he purred, his voice dripping with dark amusement. He pressed closer, his body heat seeping into me, making it hard to think clearly. His hand came up to brush a strand of hair from my face, his touch light but possessive. “I have a feeling you’re more interested than you let on.”

I scoffed, trying to push him away, but he held me firmly in place, his gaze burning into mine with an intensity that made my knees weak. I could feel the tension crackling between us, thick with unspoken promises and forbidden desires. “Let me go,” I demanded, trying to sound strong, but my voice wavered, betraying the fear and confusion roiling inside me.

Astarion leaned in, his lips just inches from mine. “Why would I do that when we’re having so much fun?” he whispered, his breath hot against my skin. He inhaled deeply, his nose grazing the curve of my neck. “You smell intoxicating,” he murmured, his lips ghosting over my skin, sending a shiver down my spine.

I struggled to push him away, but his grip was firm, unyielding. “Stop it,” I spat, my anger and fear warring with an unwelcome thrill of excitement.

He chuckled softly, his fingers tracing a path down my arm. “Resistance is futile, darling. You can deny it all you want, but I can see the curiosity in your eyes, the way your body responds to my touch.” His hand slid down to my waist, pulling me even closer. “I can feel your heart racing. Tell me, is it fear... or something else?”

His words sent a flush of heat through me, and I hated myself for the way my body reacted to him. There was a magnetic pull between us, a dangerous allure that made it hard to think straight. But I couldn’t let him win, couldn’t let him see how much he affected me.

“I’m not like the others,” I said, my voice trembling but defiant. “I won’t be one of your conquests.”

Astarion’s eyes darkened, his smile turning wicked. “We’ll see about that,” he murmured. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against mine in a teasing, almost taunting kiss. I could feel his desire, the raw hunger in his touch, and it terrified me.

I shivered at the feel of his breath against my skin, my pulse racing as his words sent a thrill through me. Despite my best efforts to deny it, there was something undeniably exhilarating about being so close to danger, about dancing on the edge of the unknown. But even as my body responded to his touch, a voice in the back of my mind screamed at me to run, to get as far away from him as possible. Astarion was a predator, a creature of darkness and deceit, and I knew that to give in to him would be to invite nothing but trouble.

With a sudden surge of strength, I shoved him away, my breathing ragged. “Get out,” I said, my voice stronger this time. “I don’t want you here.”

His smirk faltered, he looked almost impressed, a flicker of respect in his eyes but also darkness— danger. But then, as quickly as it had appeared, it was gone, replaced by that infuriatingly charming grin.

“Suit yourself,” he said, his tone laced with amusement. “But don’t be surprised when you find yourself craving the thrill of the chase.” With a final wink, he turned and sauntered back to his seat as if the entire past three minutes never happened. He chuckled softly, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. “I have a feeling our paths will cross again. You can’t resist the inevitable forever, little pup.”

I glared at him, refusing to be intimidated. “We’ll see about that.”

He finished his drink in one long gulp, setting the mug down with a satisfied sigh. “Until next time, Cassara,” he said, rising from his seat. As he walked towards the door, he paused and glanced back at me, his expression unreadable. “Take care. The night is full of dangers.”

With that, he was gone, leaving me alone in the empty tavern. The adrenaline from our encounter slowly ebbed away, leaving me feeling drained and exposed. I locked the doors with trembling hands and leaned against them, taking a moment to collect myself. Astarion’s presence always left me feeling unsettled, a mix of fear and something dangerously close to excitement. But I knew I couldn’t let him get to me. I couldn’t afford to. Taking a deep breath, I pushed away from the door and began to close up for the night. The tavern, once bustling with life and noise, now felt eerily silent. I methodically wiped down the tables, straightened the chairs, and swept the floor, trying to distract myself from the lingering tension. Every creak and shadow seemed amplified, making me jumpy and paranoid. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was still being watched, even after he had left.

As I finished my tasks and finally headed to my small room above the tavern, the unease stayed with me. I locked the door behind me and drew the curtains, trying to create a barrier between myself and the outside world. Yet, the sensation of being watched persisted, a prickling at the back of my neck that refused to go away. My instincts were hardly ever wrong, and they were screaming at me now.

I tried to ignore the feeling as I prepared for bed. I undressed slowly, letting my clothes fall to the floor, and made my way to the basin. The water was cool against my heated skin as I dipped the rag in and began to cleanse myself. My hair was pulled up in a messy bun, dark strands hanging in escaped tendrils around my face. I let the rag glide over my body, taking my time, trying to wash away the lingering tension. Despite my efforts, my mind kept drifting back to him. The way he had looked at me, the intensity in his eyes, the unsettling mix of threat and allure. As I ran the rag across my bare skin, my thoughts became more vivid, more intrusive. I could almost feel his hands on me instead, his touch igniting a fire within me that I couldn’t ignore.

I paid close attention to my nipples, my breath hitching as I imagined it was his fingers instead of the rag. The sensation sent a shiver down my spine, and I closed my eyes, allowing myself to get lost in the fantasy for a moment. The idea of him watching me, of those piercing eyes following my every movement, made my heart race. A moan escaped my lips, soft and needy, as I continued to cleanse myself with deliberate slowness. My body responded to the imagined touch, heat pooling low in my belly. I knew it was dangerous to let my mind wander down this path, but I couldn’t help it. The desire he awakened in me was as intoxicating as it was terrifying. Finally, I forced myself to stop, dropping the rag back into the basin and taking a deep, steadying breath. I couldn’t afford to lose control, not with someone like Astarion lurking around. I needed to stay vigilant, to protect myself from whatever game he was playing.

I climbed into bed, pulling the covers up to my chin and trying to will myself to sleep. But even as I lay there, the memory of his touch, his voice, his presence lingered, haunting me in the darkness. I knew this was far from over. The hunt had only just begun, and I was caught in the middle of it, whether I wanted to be or not.

As exhaustion finally pulled me under, I couldn’t shake the feeling that my life had just taken a dangerous turn. And deep down, a part of me wondered if I would ever be able to find my way back or if I even wanted to.

[simplysedusa]

How I imagine the Powerpuff Girls would dress

(credit to Pinterest for all the pictures)

Blossom Utonium

Blossom would be the kind of young lady who would have outfits for almost any occasion and sort them as such in her side of the closet and in her dressers (aside from maybe clubbing/partying). Clothes for interviews/press conferences tend to be a bit on the preppier side and a bit more modest (collared blouses with a monotone/neutral jumper, turtle necks, longer skirts, hair tied back with a pretty red or pink ribbon, ballet flats). Clothes she wears for casual wear would be a bit more colorful and fun (color striped skirt that may stop above the knee, jean jackets, high waisted jeans and shorts, more colorful sweaters, sneakers, doc martens, and knee/thigh/shin high boots). Longer skirts are ideal because they're easier to slip into in case of an emergency and she doesn't have to worry about being indecent while she's kicking ass and taking names. For my Pinterest board and this collage, I took inspiration from characters such as Betty Cooper from Riverdale, Nancy Wheeler from Stranger Things, Abbi Singh from The Imperfects, and Lara Jean from To All The Boys I Loved Before with a dash of real life fashion icon Audrey Hepburn, who I could see being a huge role model for Blossom. Her clothes would be more toward the pale, subdued, pastel side in terms of coloring. She'd love floral prints ironically because of her name, but also unironically because she thinks they're pretty. If she does wear designs other than floral, they're simple stripes, or polka dots, or plaid. Favorite colors to wear other than pink would be red, orange, gray, black, white, and like a creamy off-white. I also weirdly low-key headcanon Blossom being the sister to accidentally steal her sisters' clothes because she's in a rush to get ready and grabs the first thing that looks like hers and tries to gaslight them into thinking they're hers once she realizes the mistake ("It's pink, Bubbles, of course it's mine", "Why would I wear your stupid collared shirts, Buttercup?").

Bubbles Utonium

Bubbles is a girl who LOVES clothes and fashion (she is the artsy one after all). Her style is fun, cute, youthful, flirty, childlike (affectionate), usually vibrant and eyesore causing catching. She'd definitely buy and wear something that's baby pink, baby blue, AND lime green all at the same time because it reminds her of the bond between her and her sisters or something. She loves oversized cardigans and jackets, especially if they're fuzzy, furry, and/or soft (but NO REAL FUR). One of Bubbles' favorite outerwear is a baby blue winter coat with hearts on the back that reminds her of the Powerpuff Signal that Townsville occasionally uses. She loves to make STATEMENTS with her outfits, causing quite a few of her peers/classmates/coworkers to (make fun of her behind her back) think she's immature and childish. The designs on her clothes are almost always over the top and never subtle (rainbow polka dotted crop top, dresses covered with faces of cats or butterflies, etc.). If Bubbles is under the weather or down in the dumps, her clothes are much more plain OR she goes out of her way to wear something with those corny "it'll get better" empowerment sayings on it. She also isn't above wearing any of the clothing merch since she knows it's going to a good cause. Bubbles loves all colors of the rainbow so long as they're bright; Blossom and Buttercup joke that she might have more pink and green clothes than they do. She has no qualms wearing outfits that remind her of her favorite video games, cartoons, or movies. Luckily for her, Professor Utonium invented a spray that keeps blood and other monster bodily fluids off of the clothes so they don't stain, that way Bubbles' clothes can stay pretty and clean, just how she likes it. Just like her clothes, Bubbles also has a variety of shoes from Mary Jane shoes similar to the ones she used to wear as a little girl, to sneakers, to sandals, to heels she managed to get at a discount, and anything in-between (she definitely wears those furry monster feet slippers out in public too if she felt it complimented her outfit). Her favorite pair are all white converses because "they go with everything". She'd also add matching little clips or flowers in her pigtails, space buns, or whatever other style Bubbles chooses to wear her hair.

Buttercup Utonium

Buttercup's style is either sporty, athletic, and a bit preppy (she loves most of the athletic sport brands such as Nikes or Adidas) or 90's grunge casual. She low-key shows the most skin between her and her sisters with all of the crop tops, ripped jeans (with fishnet stockings underneath) and shorts, and other mesh and transparent tops she has (a girl's gotta show off her toned muscle somehow, she's too proud of it). If she isn't getting dress-coded for that, she's getting dress-coded for the sayings on her shirt that might read "fuck off", "what you can do, I can do bleeding", "free the nipple", or other rather crass remarks that the school might deem "offensive". Buttercup might occasionally dawn a skirt (preferably a not too short jean or even leather one) or dress (usually a T-shirt dress, maxi, or boho, anything fancier than that she lets Blossom and Bubbles pick one out for her) if she felt like it, but only if she's 100% sure she'll look hot in it and she's comfortable. Oversized plaid, collared shirts over grunge, rock band shirts and shorts (with a beanie if it's cold enough) are her bread and butter go-to. Other articles of clothing like leather jackets, tube tops, or her designer variety letterman jackets are saved for her nights out on the town, living up to her fulfilled prophecy from Boogie Frights. Color wise, Buttercup tends to stick to earthier, darker tones than her sisters, but she does own quite a few vibrant colored clothing items such as lime green, orange, purple, and even yellow (even though I didn't feature those, sssh lmao). Buttercup was really into camo when she was younger, but after realizing most of her outfits consisted of "black and/or khaki with camo", she realized she needed to step her game up, so she tries not to wear it as much anymore. Buttercup is also the most obsessed with shoes out of all the Powerpuff Girls. She's a HUGE sneakerhead and she's not modest about it (nothing pisses her off more than stepping on chewed gum, she too is thankful for Professor's new invention). Buttercup's also the only sister who really loves jewelry and accessories, especially chains.

[shivaniboutique]

Bridal blouse designs

Bridal blouse designs can add a stunning touch to a wedding outfit, making the bride look even more elegant and regal. Here are some popular types and styles for bridal blouses that are both trendy and timeless:

1. Embroidered Blouse

Heavy embroidery with intricate patterns, usually in zari, sequins, or thread work.

Ideal for brides who want a traditional, royal look. Designs often include florals, peacocks, or paisley motifs.

Pairs well with lehengas or sarees with matching embroidery.

2. Beaded and Sequin Blouse

Features beadwork, sequins, and stone embellishments for a shimmery, glamorous look.

Looks especially beautiful in evening or indoor settings where lighting enhances the sparkle.

Can be styled in a sleeveless, cap-sleeved, or long-sleeve design.

3. Mirror Work Blouse

Decorated with small, reflective mirrors that add a contemporary flair.

Gives a dazzling effect, perfect for brides who prefer a bright, festive look.

Works well with simpler sarees or lehengas to keep the blouse the highlight of the outfit.

4. High Neck Blouse

High-neck blouses give a regal and sophisticated look.

These are often adorned with embroidery, lace, or sheer fabric around the neckline.

Ideal for brides who want a modest yet elegant style, especially suited to colder weather weddings.

5. Backless or Deep Back Blouse

Perfect for brides who want to add a modern, bold touch.

Can be styled with tie-ups, tassels, or a simple bow at the back.

Pairs beautifully with both traditional and fusion bridal looks.

6. Cape Sleeve Blouse

A contemporary design with cape sleeves that fall over the shoulders.

Adds drama and elegance, giving a flowy, ethereal effect.

Looks stunning with a fitted lehenga or saree and is great for fusion bridal styles.

7. Sheer Sleeve Blouse

Blouses with sheer sleeves, often in net or lace fabric.

Can be enhanced with minimal embroidery or stonework for a subtle, elegant touch.

Works well for brides who want a light, delicate look.

8. Off-Shoulder or Cold Shoulder Blouse

Off-shoulder blouses are perfect for brides who want a trendy, stylish look.

Can be paired with statement jewelry to highlight the neckline.

Cold shoulder styles are similar but leave a small cut-out on the shoulder, offering a hint of modernity without going fully off-shoulder.

9. Peplum Blouse

Features a flared bottom, creating a peplum effect around the waist.

Ideal for brides who want a unique, contemporary touch.

Looks best with lehengas and is especially flattering for hourglass or pear-shaped body types.

10. Jacket Style Blouse

This blouse resembles a jacket with front closures or intricate embroidery.

Adds a royal touch, making it perfect for winter weddings or brides who want a bold statement piece.

Works well for both sarees and lehengas, giving a layered look.

11. Long Sleeve Blouse

Provides a timeless, elegant look with full-length sleeves, sometimes in sheer or lace.

Often embellished with intricate embroidery from shoulder to wrist.

Perfect for brides wanting a classic, sophisticated style, and pairs beautifully with sarees.

Choosing the right blouse design depends on your overall bridal look, comfort, and personal style preferences. Accessories like jewelry, hairstyle, and makeup can further complement these blouse designs for a memorable bridal ensemble.

[xueyuverse]

Now I Want You: A HuaLian fanfic, chapter six

Trigger warnings

This is an +18 fanfic, so it may and/or will contain themes such as suicide, physical and psychological abuse, violence and cruelty, explicit sex, complex or highly impactful sexual situations, and rape. Be careful when reading, do not force yourself and protect yourself.

Contains age gap, Xie Lian is 20 years older than Hua Cheng here.

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Xie Lian found Hua Cheng at the lake a few hours after work, his hair still damp from the shower tied into a simple braid, wearing a light and fresh white long-sleeved blouse, skinny jeans, and white sneakers.

Hua Cheng, sitting on a blanket, wearing a tight black tank top, zipped up to the neck, and jeans, laughed when he saw him. “You could easily pass for a teenager,” he said as Xie Lian sat down beside him. “When gege created the fake identity, did he think of using a fake age as well? I doubt people will so easily believe that you are 46 years old.”

“They really don’t believe it,” Xie Lian laughed, “I always have to show them my ID. I didn’t bother to change my birth year.”

“Day and month, yes?”

Xie Lian nodded. “Uh-huh.”

Hua Cheng looked at him melancholy. “Gege really didn’t want to be found, huh.”

Xie Lian shook his head. Seeing that there was a large bag beside Hua Cheng, he pointed at it and asked, “What do you have there?”

“Oh,” the young man placed the bag between him, “some presents.”

From the bag, he pulled three swords: a silver-hilted scimitar with a closed eye; a straight double-edged sword, with roots intricately carved into the red leather hilt and flowers growing from the golden blade, the characters 身在无间, 心在桃源 engraved between the designs — ‘body in the abyss; heart in paradise’; and a bronze longsword with beautiful patterns, decorated with pearl beads and jades, the blade was sharp and cold as ice and reflected a cold light, two characters were engraved on this sword: 赤霄, pronounced Chi Xiao[1]. 斩白蛇起义, ‘Uprising of the Slaying of the White Serpent’.

“Zhan baishe, ti san chi jian li bu shi zhi gong[2],” Xie Lian said in an awed whisper, raising the sword in front of his eyes, unable to believe what he was seeing. “The Snake-Slaying Sword[3] of Emperor Gaozu of the Han Dynasty. Is it real? It looks real.”

If it wasn't real, then it was an incredible replica, Xie Lian thought in delight, testing the sword in his hand.

“Yes, it is,” Hua Cheng seemed very proud of himself.

Rightly so, he really should be.

“How did you manage that?” Xie Lian asked in disbelief, standing up to punch the air a few times. “It’s been missing for millennia.”

Hua Cheng shrugged. “I’ve been bored for many years, so I went around looking for things, treasures, places, something to do.”

Xie Lian turned to him, his eyes wide. “Are you telling me you found this sword by accident?”

“No. I wanted to go after it. It took me a few years to find it.”

“Everyone wants to find that sword.”

“Well, bad luck for them, I found it first.”

“And what do you intend to do with it?” Xie Lian tested it a little more. It was too light for him, but it flowed well with softer strokes, like a dance.

“It’s my gift to Ban Yue, I think it suits her.”

Xie Lian turned back to him, delighted. “It’s perfect for her. She’s been training with short swords lately, but this one… there’s no way it won’t fit her like a glove.”

He put the sword back into its sheath, picking up the other red-hilted one this time and testing his moves on it. Xie Lian recognized the phrase engraved on it, of course, and thought of it with longing.

But he didn’t think too much, Xie Lian preferred to think about the here and now, there was nothing for him in the past.

“This one, dare I ask, is it for me?” He cut the air a few times as he asked. It was a light sword, for fast and flexible swordsmen.

Hua Cheng looked at him with a contented smile. “Yes. I specially forged it for gege, I hope I didn’t disappoint you.”

Xie Lian gasped in astonishment, turning to face him and pointing the blade of his sword at the young man. “No way. Did you forge it?”

The young man nodded, his pride clearly rising by the second. “Yes.”

Xie Lian looked at him, fascinated, admiring, incredulous, with wide eyes.  “Every time I discover more about you, the more you surprise me.”

“So, did you like it, gege?”

Xie Lian twisted his body along with the sword, testing its lightness and flexibility and being pleased with the result. “Yes.”

“Really?”

“Very much so. And what’s the other one?”

Hua Cheng stood up and pulled his scimitar from its sheath. “Oh, this one? It's just E-Ming.”

E-Ming’s eye opened, a scarlet red iris swiveled towards Xie Lian, at first with the eyelid drooping and the pupil closed into a slit, indifferent, but as soon as he saw Xie Lian, that eye of his became a half-moon, the pupil opened and grew until it was round like a button and began to spin crazily. The entire scimitar trembled.

Xie Lian smiled and walked over. “Hello.”

Hua Cheng slapped the scimitar’s eye, causing it to shudder and lose heart.

Xie Lian looked at Hua Cheng and blinked. “Why did you hit her?”

“She wants you to pet her. I didn’t let her.”

“Ah? Why not?” He reached out, stroking the scimitar’s hilt, causing that eye to spin wildly again.

Haha, I know I get along well with animals, but I never imagined a scimitar would like me, Xie Lian thought happily.

“Alright, alright, gege.” Hua Cheng was pouting, which made Xie Lian laugh. “Gege, stop spoiling her.”

Xie Lian looked at him with an amused smile. “Why? Do you want to be spoiled in her place?”

“Of course I do.”

Xie Lian lowered his hand, causing E-Ming to shudder unhappily, and he smiled. “How about that duel now, San Lang?”

Hua Cheng smiled. “Gege read my mind.”

He took a stance and Xie Lian soon followed. “Ready?”

Xie Lian's smile widened. “Always.”

It was exhausting. They both fell to the ground when they finished, sweating, panting, and laughing.

Yes, it was exhausting, but it was perfect. Hua Cheng’s strikes were strong and agile, truly powerful, while Xie Lian’s was more flexible and quick. One moment one would defend and the other would attack, when they couldn't use their blades, they would use their fists, legs, elbows or even their heads, and the latter in particular made them laugh many times.

“Gege, you killed me,” Hua Cheng declared after a while, laughing. “It’s really impossible to win against you. My gege is so powerful.”

Xie Lian laughed breathlessly. “Ah, San Lang, you’re wonderful too. I think we’d get along better as a team than as opponents.”

“Gege is right, and I really do prefer to stay in your good graces.”

“Hehe, now San Lang has seen what it’s like to fight the best prodigy of his generation,” Xie Lian said, allowing himself to be arrogant again, like he was all those years ago.

“Oh. That being the case, I feel honored to lose to gege.”

“It was a worthy defeat! You have an impressive and innate ability, a rare talent!”

“Gege flatters me.”

Xie Lian turned to him, found him already looking at him, and slapped his forehead. Hua Cheng blinked.

“Gege, what did this San Lang do this time?” He was pouting, melting Xie Lian’s heart.

“I’m not flattering, it’s just a fact. If San Lang wasn’t good, I wouldn’t say anything to save your face and keep our friendship on good terms.”

“Oh. Then this one thanks you.”

***

Ban Yue was speechless.

“Is this Chi Xiao?” she asked, her mouth agape, staring at the blade that was halfway out of its sheath. “The Snake-Slaying Sword, Chi Xiao?”

“Uh-huh,” Hua Cheng confirmed, smiling.

After a few more moments in the living room, everyone silent, Ban Yue let out a little scream.

“Dàge! Dàge, how did you manage that?!”

“A magician never reveals his tricks,” he signaled silence with a finger resting on his mouth.

Ban Yue put the sword back in its sheath, ran to Hua Cheng and jumped up to hug him around the neck. He, moreover, froze for a quick moment, as if he didn't know what to do, but soon returned the hug. “Mèimei really liked it?”

Ban Yue nodded enthusiastically.

“Yes!! Absolutely!! It was the best gift anyone has ever given me!!” She turned away from Hua Cheng and looked at Xie Lian, who was leaning against the wall in the corner, smiling sweetly at them. “Of course, any gift from you will always be number one in my heart, dad.”

Xie Lian laughed. “No problem. San Lang is truly unmatched here.”

“Gege, nothing like that. Anything from you is the greatest honor anyone could receive.”

Xie Lian laughed embarrassedly, lowering his head for a moment before looking at him again. “You flatter me.”

“Ah, now I’m the flatterer?”

“I know you guys like to isolate yourselves in your own little world,” Ban Yue interrupted, pulling the sword out of its sheath entirely this time, “but I’d really like to test this sword out now. Who’s up for a duel with me?” She made a few slashing motions, causing Xie Lian’s eyes to widen.

“Not in the living room!”

***

Shi Qing Xuan was in trouble.

Sending Xuan Ji to the city where Pei Ming resides was not a good idea. She found him easily, of course, this was expected, and with that Pei Ming was able to find out where she lived and where Shi Qing Xuan was. Shi Qing Xuan's fake identity was really bad, she knew that, but…

“AAARRRGGHHHH WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME!!!!” She shouted after her twenty-fifth drink, unhappy and irritated, and slammed her forehead on the table again.

Xie Lian smiled sympathetically, stroking her messy hair, while Hua Cheng raised his eyebrows at him, as if asking if this was normal.

He wiggled his own eyebrows a little, as if saying ‘yeah, maybe’. Hua Cheng laughed out loud, causing Xie Lian to look worriedly at Shi Qing Xuan, who didn’t seem to have heard anything.

They were at a small kiosk on the lakeshore at the moment, Shi Qing Xuan had invited Xie Lian during his work hours, and Xie Lian had invited Hua Cheng. She didn't mind the unexpected guest, in fact she seemed quite excited to meet the man Xie Lian had been crying for this past month, but she had to hold back certain very personal information when it came to venting her latest problems.

That was until she started drinking.

Xie Lian wasn't too worried, Hua Cheng didn't seem all that interested in the chaos going on in her life and barely seemed to be paying attention to what she was saying, so he believed that it would be okay for this young man to know some of Shi Qing Xuan's secrets.

Other people around looked at their table strangely, and Xie Lian smiled to divert their attention, who shook their heads or shrugged and went back to whatever they were doing.

“Lao-Xie…” Shi Qing Xuan muttered into the table, “What should I do?”

Xie Lian sighed. “You don’t have anywhere else to go, do you?”

“…No.”

“Then I’ll help you deal with the consequences. I’m part of this mess, I owe you.” 

Shi Qing Xuan threw herself into his arms to hug him, which caught Xie Lian off guard and they almost fell to the ground.

“Lao-Xie! You’re the best, Lao-Xie! Thank you so much!” She laid sloppily on his shoulders, her eyes closed as if she was about to fall asleep. Xie Lian, smiling awkwardly, patted her head affectionately.

“If this Pei Ming is who I think he is,” Hua Cheng began, looking at the table and fiddling with his drink glass, “he’s a harmless, womanizing jerk who’s wealthy enough to afford a city. Why doesn’t Shi Qing Xuan accept his help? He and her brother were friends after all.”

Xie Lian shrugged. “I have no idea. I just know that she doesn’t like him at all.”

“I'm always surprised when someone shows up as his friend or wants to be his lover. She has good taste.”

“How do you know him?”

Hua Cheng laughed and looked at him, putting down the drink and folding his hands behind his head.

“He was Shi Wudu’s friend. Pei Ming is a professional boxer, a high-performance athlete, his fortune comes from both that and his birth. Again, harmless, unlike Shi Wudu.”

Shi Wudu. This name was familiar.

Shi Qing Xuan’s older brother, the Water Tyrant, was the owner of a shipbuilding company. Previously, his family were middle-class businessmen and merchants, they lived well but had no fortune, until Shi Wudu built his own business and became rich quickly.

It was at some point after this that the road took on a dark shape, even Shi Qing Xuan did not quite understand what had happened. What she knew was that from within her brother’s corporation, a tyrant as powerful as him had been born, unhurriedly destroying their empire from the inside out.

Whether it was out of revenge, envy, or greed, Shi Qing Xuan didn’t know, but somehow, she still had to hand over the remaining lands of the Shi family to repay a debt that she didn’t even know how it came about. The remnants of her family had also disappeared, only the gods knew where they were now, if there were any left at all.

Hei Shui was not a simple man, just like Shi Wudu was not a simple man either.

At some point, right after hearing this story from Shi Qing Xuan’s mouth, Xie Lian really found himself wondering if this was all caused by some grudge from a former lover. Thinking about it again, although one side of him wondered how he had thought of the possibility of Hei Shui being Shi Wudu's ex-lover seeking revenge, the other side could still see the meaning in this question.

Not that he would verbalize it.

Xie Lian knew a lot about Shi Qing Xuan's past and he knew it wasn't an easy past, but now someone from her past, who she already didn't like, was coming after her, and there was nowhere to run or hide. It was understandable why Shi Qing Xuan was so distressed.

“But wait, if Pei Ming is this harmless, then how could Xuan Ji betray his family for him?”

“Pei Ming comes from a bourgeois family. The Pei family was interested in a land that belonged to the Xuan clan because of its fertility and mineral wealth, and they pressured the clan to the point of entering into a cold war. When Pei Ming got involved with Xuan Ji, the Peis saw it as an opportunity to get what they wanted, and Xuan Ji actually helped them just to impress Pei Ming.”

Xie Lian raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Pei Ming is harmless?”

Hua Cheng shrugged. “He’s an incorrigible womanizer, and his family used that to their advantage. He dumped Xuan Ji right after his betrayal. Such a sucker.”

How could this be harmless??

Though for a man like Hua Cheng, his views on what was and wasn’t harmless must not have been really conventional.

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Footnotes:

[1] (赤霄剑), Emperor Liu Bang's sword, one of the ten famous swords of Ancient China, used by him to kill the white snake in Daze and begin his imperial life.

[2] (斩白蛇、提三尺剑立不世之功), “Behead the white snake and raise the one-meter sword to achieve incomparable achievements” is a phrase referring to this sword.

[3] (斩蛇剑), zǔ zhǎn shé jiàn.

The author has something to say:

You don't know how much I freaked out when I found this sword, I felt like a fanboy like Xie Lian. I read about it and thought, "It's for Ban Yue." In general, I don't know much about swords, so the descriptions may not be very accurate.

I intend to develop each one's stories in due time, always basing myself on the original work because I have fun using the canon to my advantage. And the non-canon too kakaak.

Chapter five — Chapter seven (coming soon)

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I’m back to writing Bookends and it feels so gooooooood

Here’s a snippet from chapter 13

Safi was busy getting ready when Iseult entered their apartment.  

“So what book is it again?”  Safi asked, pulling her shirt off over her head and disappearing into her room.  Iseult stared after her.  

“You’re kidding, right?”

“Of course, I am.”  Safi reemerged wearing a different top, a loose low-cut blouse that would look lethal paired with her leather jacket.  She inspected herself in the mirror, posing at a couple different angles before giving her reflection a satisfied nod of approval.  “I’ve heard you gush about this book so many times I didn’t even have to read it.”

Safi slipped on her jacket and tucked her long hair out from under the back with a flourish that, had they been out on the street, would've caused several heads to turn.  She looked especially good for a night of discussing the machinations of reclusive witches and their covenants.

Safi noticed Iseult staring as she dabbed on some lip gloss.  “What?”

“Nothing,” said Iseult with a small shake of her head.  “You just look nice.”  

“Should I change into my wimple?”

“That won’t be necessary.”  Iseult dropped her apron onto the small square of counter space that acted as their kitchen table and shuffled into her bedroom.  She stopped in front of her closet and stared at its contents.  Several minutes passed. 

Iseult had planned on just wearing what she already had on, but watching Safi making eyes at herself in the mirror she was suddenly self-conscious of the loose threads at the cuffs of her wool sweater and the ever-lingering smell of coffee beans that clung to everything she owned.  That aspect of her being couldn't be helped regardless of whether or not she changed, but she could at least look like she hadn’t been out in a field shepherding a herd of sheep all day.

“That’s nice,” Safi said, watching Iseult inspect a plum colored sweater from the door.  

“Mm maybe.”  Iseult passed on a couple more unremarkable shirts before stopping on something else.  It was a dress.  An especially pretty dress, in fact.  It had been tucked out of sight for so long she’d honestly forgotten she even owned it.  It was simple in its design, long sleeves and a high neck collar that made up for its noticeable lack of length, and made with a soft velvet that tapered off at the waist.  The thing Iseult really loved about it was the nearly imperceptible stars stitched into the fabric with gold thread that winked like the night sky when the light hit them just right.  

For Iseult, shopping was rarely ever an inspiring experience, but she remembered falling in love with the dress the instant she saw it.  There was a small hole on the underside of one of the sleeves, which was the only way she was able to afford it.  Even with the discount, she remembered how guilty she felt after taking the plunge and walking out of the store with it.  Spending a chunk of that week’s paycheck on a dress that she’d likely never have an occasion to wear.  

Iseult took the dress off the hanger and draped it onto the bed.

Safi beamed.  

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Mexico 🇲🇽

Traditions

If there’s one thing, Mexican is known, for, it’s the celebrations such as Dia de los Muertos, and Quinceaneras. Values such as family and friendship are deeply embedded in this country is culture.

Piñatas

A popular Mexican tradition is the piñata. It is commonly used as a fun game at birthday parties, but its origins are very symbolic.

The Piñatas Bright colours were designed as a symbol of temptation, the stick representing the will to overcome sin.

The blindfold, symbolises faith, while the candies and the other goodies are added, symbols of the riches of heaven, tumbling down on the heads of those who defeated the evil.

Nicknames

In Mexico people often give each other nicknames, all of which match the playful and endearing nature of the culture.Some of these include chaparrito, meaning “short one”or mi cielo, “my sky”.

In more rural area of Mexico, nicknames are so big that you’re likely to have better luck, asking for a person by nickname then by the persons real name.

Mexican hat dance

The Mexican have dance is Mexico’s national dance, began as a courtship dance and dates back to the 18th and 19th century.

The outfits of the dancers are beautifully decorated and represent traditional garb worn by Mexican men and women.

The dance itself is intended to be lively, which is why the music is typically played by mariachi bands or bands that use only string instruments.

Los muertos

Day of the dead, Día de Muertos is one of the most important celebrations in Mexico. they saw death as an integral,ever-present part of life, and believed mourning the dead would be disrespectful.

They use different decorations that all have a meaningful significance to the day of the dead.these are, colourful skulls, marigolds petals, confetti and many more to make a pop of colour.

They use face paint during dances to respect the dead.Make up is done creatively like skulls.

History

Day of the dead originate, several thousands of years ago, with the Aztec, Toltec and other Nahua people, who considered mourning the dead was disrespectful. Death was a natural phase in life’s long continuum. The dead were still members of the community, they were kept alive in memory and spirit during the Los Muertos ceremony. Meaning (temporarily back to Earth).

Day of the dead flowers- Marigolds

These flowers are used mainly for the los muertos ceremony to decorate and show respect for the dead.

The use of flowers during Dia de Muertos carries deep culture and spiritual significance. Similar to flowers, our time on earth is limited, and therefore on the day of the dead l,flowers symbolise the ephemeral nature of life, connecting to living with the souls of the departed.

Their bright orange petals and fragrant scent are believed to guide the souls of the departed back to the world of the living.

Marigolds, with their vibrant colours is a symbolic of the sun, are commonly used to create a path from the front door to the ofrenda for the spirits.

There are many different marigolds with different shades of colours and shapes suck as these.

Traditional clothing

Traditional Mexican clothing has a rich and vast history. While many historical styles are going out of fashion, you can still see the tradition Mexican dress around certain holidays and on special occasions.

Women’s traditional style

The culture of Mexico is vast, much like the clothing which does not lack for originality and colour. With a beautiful blend of Spanish and native elements. These designs are bold, colourful and unique.

Huipil

This is a colourful piece of clothing for a women to wear as it consists a blouse called huipil which is a simple square of fabric with a hole in the centre. It is embroidered around the neck and folded in half and has stitches at the sides. The embroidery tends to be very elaborate and meaningful. this design represents the cosmos,gods and their helpers.

Blouse

This is a modern version of the huipil,the blouse is a decorative shirt with short sleeves. Traditionally made with white , hand-woven cloth. The neckline is edged in braid or embroidery with colourful designs.

Mexican mens clothing

Traditional outfit for men are less elaborate than a women’s outfit. Most men traditionally wore shirts, pants and boots of one colour. However, there were few distinct traditional elements that men wore.

Sombrero

These are traditional hats Mexican men wore for events and carnivals such as Los Muertos ceremony.Mainly that are musicians and play in bands would wear this. These are made out of straw to keep the sun from their faces.

Sarape

A cross between a poncho and a blanket, the sarape was used to keep warm in the winter. Typically made out of wool or fleece, everyday wear comes in muted tones of greys and browns for shepherds. However for festivals, they use bright colours with multicoloured patterns such as red, yellow, purple blue and so many more.

Mexican folklore Dresses

Bold and beautiful is the aim of this dress when it comes to Puebla or Mexican folklore dress, which is made for folk dancing. This is far more colourful than a traditional wear clothing. The blouse could be a different bright colour such as pink or red with contrasting colour details. The skirt is long,flared and had different patterns on this filled with embroidery and ruffles.

Charro Suit

These are worn by conquerors of Horsemen, the history of the Charro suit is as vast as the suit itself. This suit consists of a jacket,shirt, tie, pants and belt. The fabric of the suit might be made of wool or cotton and can come in vibrant blues , purples, yellows or muted black and browns. The jacket and trousers typically are decorated with elaborate embroidery and embellishments. The buckle of the belt is also elaborately designed.

Vallarta’s Blog. (2022). Top 5 Mexican Traditions You Have to Experience! [online] Available at: https://www.hotelmousai.com/blog/destination/top-5-mexican-traditions-you-have-to-experience/.

Wikipedia. (2022). Mexican marigold. [online] Available at: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mexican_marigold [Accessed 25 Mar. 2024].

en.m.wikipedia.org. (n.d.). Day of the Dead - Wikipedia. [online] Available at: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Day_of_the_Dead

Victoria and Albert Museum. (2018). V&A · Traditional Mexican dress. [online] Available at: https://www.vam.ac.uk/articles/traditional-mexican-dress.



[untilthenextencore]

Cosmic~... Ch. 4

Once back in the car, it was as if they were back in their own little world. Back in each other's arms. Back in a clinch. Back in a sweet and tender embrace. Back in a maddening kiss.

"Darling! He absolutely loved you!" Jimmy raved between kisses that trailed from her lips to her cheek.

"Really?" She gasped as she reels from the trails his wandering lips burn along her skin. Her fingers gripped his coat, fingertips trying to commit the feel of the beaded designs to memory. Said lips latched onto the crook of her neck, searing a memory there. His tongue tracing sigils on her skin. He unbuttoned just one button on her blouse before a glint of something caught his eye.

A small gold locket on a chain with a somewhat familiar looking flower on it. "Hmmm... May I?"

She nodded, albeit with the disclaimer. "There's nothing much in it. Just a simple floral motif I like. A little vintage retread. I think it's called..."

"Blackthorn..." Jimmy gasped as he clicked the locket open & first laid eyes on the floral motif in question.

"Yeah that's it!" She smiled shyly. "I'm so glad you know it. I don't know much though. I just know that I love it!"

"It's a William Morris." He replied simply with a nod. Then looking up at her starry eyes & shy pride at their newfound shared connection. One look at Galatea & he could tell did not seem to have any clue of exactly how deep this fascination went for him.

And all of a sudden, whatever unseen vines that seemed to twine about them & entwine in such a way as to ensnare them together, just began to entwine them just that much tighter together. He didn't know if it was an errant thorn or a needle but he felt something pierce his heart. A hothouse worth of flowers bloomed. Their scent filled his mind. Their nectar made him feel both hyper-focused & hazy. His blood ran hot through his veins. Pumping in his temples.

He was aflame.

Instantly his lips were back on hers. His arms twining around her tightly. Crushing her to him. He seared yet another head-spinning kiss onto her.

Galatea was stunned by his ardor renewed & intensified. Moreso by the next words that fell from his reddened, kiss-swollen lips, blurted in a hush as he parted from her. "Come with me. Stay with me tonight. For the next few nights. For a while. As long as possible."

Galatea is stunned yet again. She'd be a fool to turn this down. That much she knew.

"I'd love to... But what about school tomorrow? Tomorrow's a school day after all."

Jimmy never flinched. "I'll arrange everything. I'll have my driver take you & pick you up. Anything you need."

She glanced over to the phone in the corner of their cozy little cab. "Can I make a call? I need someone to pick up my books from home. I know just who to call."

Jimmy nodded. "Anything." He was resolute.

Instantly, Galatea's trembling fingers dialed the number of practically the only person she knew she could trust with something of this caliber. The only person she could trust with a secret like this. Placing the receiver to her ear & with Jimmy holding & giving gentle comforting - yet altogether thrilling - squeezes to her free hand, Galatea hushed, knowing that despite the private line she was calling, it was then getting a bit late.

"Hello, Alicia?..."

~

As ever this is forever under construction~...

Hope you enjoy~!...

[alldatmaterz]

25 Traditional & Modern Saree Poses For Girls At Home For Photoshoot

The saree is engraved in our hearts. So much that whenever a woman wears a saree, we want to captivate her beauty and elegance forever. Women love to wear sarees in different styles and try different poses at home so that they can take unforgettable photos. We all know that nowadays it is not enough to have the perfect combination of an outfit. The perfect saree poses are also needed to take a photo. What good is this if we do not know the saree poses at the house?

However, we make a lot of unintentional mistakes while imagining ourselves in different poses in the saree which eventually ruins our photos in saree. However, we have found that over the years some tips and tricks work wonders to embellish our traditional saree for a home photoshoot. So, let's get started with some of the best saree poses for girls at home to help them look lovely.

1. Tilt Your Face Saree Poses At Home

Here is a simple and classic saree pose for your photos at home. A slight bend at the waist or a slight tilt of the neck can do wonders for your photos. Make sure you find a stable and lean place for the photo. And don't forget your beautiful smile.

2. The Sitting Half Saree Poses For Royalty

You would surely love an exotic sitting pose for your saree at home. It provides a royal and comfortable look and makes you look like a queen. All you need is to get a sofa and choose a nice wallpaper. You will look more amazing in-home photography sessions with this sitting position.

3. Lean Against The Wall Saree Poses For Girls

Using your background wisely is the first step while creating the best saree poses at home. All you need is to lean against the wall and you can play with your earrings or you can just keep your hands on your hips. Either way, your photos will look unique and vivid.

4. Keep It Natural For Nauvari Saree Poses

Sometimes just standing in her garden or walking down the stairs can be a better posture than an intentionally direct posture. Believe it or not, your best photos are always the ones where you feel free and natural.

5. Showing the Back For Bengali Saree Poses

Whether it's a casual or designer blouse, back poses will bring your photos to life. With a back pose, highlighting your oomph factor, the viewers’ attention would surely shift towards your curvaceous back. You can show your back while standing in front of a wall or a curtain. Make sure to flip your hair forward and let the pallu flow freely.

6. Mirror Reflection Poses On Saree

Using mirrors for saree poses is very much in trend these days. Mirrors become your best option when you lack useful functions for taking pictures in your home. In this position, leaning on the mirror without looking at your reflection can make it happen wonderfully. Make sure the photographer doesn't blow up your photoshoot.

7. Standing Straight For Half Saree Poses

The upright position is the simplest saree position in the home. The vertical position does not require any property. However, it takes confidence to look good empty-handed. When you are in an upright position, look at the camera and hold your posture straight with your hands on your waist. Keep your chin up slightly and smile mysteriously when you're done. 

8. Play With Pallu Saree Poses For Girls

Are you also getting stuck on what to do with your hands when standing in a saree? To look natural when taking pictures at home, play with pallu. Through this, you can effortlessly create another iconic saree pose effortlessly.

9. Bend Down Poses On Saree

To make your saree more interesting, you can lean slightly to the front instead of standing stiffly. It will add some liveliness to your photo.

10. The Relaxed Saree Poses For Photoshoot 

You must keep relaxed when taking saree photos. You can stand idly by with one hand on your waist or thighs and the other hand on a side table. Many fashion designers go beyond the lesser-known laid-back pose.

11. Light And Hues Nauvari Saree Poses

Using the perception trick can also give you a perfect image. You just need to play with the colors. If you wear a light-colored costume against a dark background, it will stand out. It will take your saree to a whole new level. 

12. Play With Nature Traditional Saree Poses For Photoshoot 

If you are a person who loves brightly colored sarees, you must let nature speak in your next photo. A great addition would be the wooden furniture in your garden to add that aesthetic feel to your photos. Green background with a natural setting is a great way to do it.

13. Mystery Magic Half Saree Poses

Playing with the elements of light can provide an excellent backdrop for your photos at home. If you have a light shining on your face, look away from the camera with an intense gaze. It can create a beautiful atmosphere.

14. Color Contrast Saree Poses For Girls At Home

Using the color contrast technique to make any saree setting look charming is a great option. Don't forget to find the perfect background color to perfectly complement your saree. With this, you will highlight even the simplest situation.

15. Perfect Poise Bengali Saree Poses

A simple and sophisticated setting of a tailored saree can take you places. Just sit back or stand upright on the perfect background and you have the most elegant photo. Always balanced by grace.

16. The Diligent Diva Saree Poses For Girls

If you want to do a close-up shot in a saree for your photo, you should definitely give this diligent diva a try for your next photo shoot. Just avoid any eye contact with the camera and look like an absolute diva. Shake this situation like a boss.

17. Define Your Curves Saree Poses For Photoshoot

The saree makes your curves look very noticeable. You can look sexier than ever just by leaning in a little to accentuate those curvy features. Make sure you have adequate lighting and a smile on your face.

18. Confident Traditional Saree Poses For Photoshoot

Don't forget to use your cheek if you are wearing a daring saree. To have a strong saree pose for a photo shoot, you need to stand confidently. You feel like you can rule the world and you are ready to go. Don't let anyone falter in your strength.

19. Royal And Regal Saree Poses For Girls At Home

When you have an expensive saree, it is a must to flaunt it. Wear the iconic and delicately detailed saree with royalty. Whether standing or upside down, it will do wonders with your image.

20. Calm And Cool Nauvari Saree Poses

Gone are the days when girls needed to be ashamed of their photos. Look cool and relaxed in this casual pose and let your hair flow down or maybe tie it up in a loose draped bun. It's saree time the right way.

21. Floating Pallu Saree Poses For Girls

In this mode, you have to float your saree with the help of a fan with a natural smile. You can also choose a perfect hairstyle to match it or keep it messy for a natural look. Make sure your pallu is beautifully groomed.

22. Slightly Looking Down Bengali Saree Poses

saree is all about elegance. To get this pose perfectly, you have to look down with a bit of elegance, as if you are immersed in something. You can click on it while standing and sitting because it works either way.

23. Showing Your Plates Poses On Saree 

Stand up straight or sit cross-legged to display the saree dishes. And a beautiful smile will nonetheless attract all the attention you want. This is one of the easiest modes ever.

24. The Perfect Girl Saree Poses For Girls At Home

There are millions of ways to take saree's pictures. However, the simple and perfect girl condition will never grow old. If you want the perfect girlish look, a small smile in a simple sitting position will do wonders. Make sure your background complements your saree.

25. Simple Traditional Saree Poses For Photoshoot

Sometimes keeping things simple can give you the look you want. For a simple yet daring saree image, just walk over to a large closet and stop safely. A slight tilt or lateral position with a natural smile makes your movement correct.

Now that you know how to rock a saree for the perfect photo at home, we look forward to seeing your stunning photos on social media. Bring out the best in star sarees and your stunning poses to click on the perfect image of yourself that you can cherish forever. Let's show them, no one can rock it like the ladies!