#To The Baroness With Love

[biblicallyaccuratethespian]

Here’s Chapter 2! 

Summary: 

Hunter gets to talk to Lady Park face-to-face over a flyer derby game. Well, not entirely.

Out of Context Spoilers:

[ID: Three Images. The first is a Spotify screenshot of the song Lose Yourself by Eminem. The second is a screencap from the Netflix TV show Shadow and Bone displaying a landscape painting hanging in the Crow Club. The third is a monochromatic clipart illustration of a Georgian Era woman lifting her skirt, with a caption reading, “dat ankle.” End ID.]

[zeropro]

[spookyratking]

RANDOM BUT I HAD TO GET THESE OUTTA MY SYSTEM ......IM OBSESSED WITH CAGNEY...

[inkybyl]

Oh, they would be THAT trio 🚀

I love them so much - my lil angels

I’d like to think that Omega took Benni up on his offer of “if you ever need a thief” - it was basically just an excuse to bring him to Pabu and hang out with her and Hera 💫

(Click on the pics for Higher Quality! 💕)

Meanwhile,,,

Armour takes so long omg

(Crosshair & Howzer panel inspired by /inspo credit from @yunyun160 ’s post )

[skywerse]

wake up it's yuri o'clock

[electrafart]

Ummmmm vavoom heres a fem aziracrow doodle ! Based off of mr gaiman's post here ! Tbh i just wanted to draw crowley with audrey hepburn hair sssssoooooooo yeah....

[shortcakelils]

Comedian cuphead redraws

[mi---amor]

had a huge craving for BonBakeroni and now i'mma feast

[a-stars-art-blog]

🎸🦈

Sooo…KlavRyan/KlavDar/DaryKlav????

[snoopypilots]

Happy Valentine's day! I present to you a Redmelia animatic 🙌

[beyondthepaper]

Can you pls give me a list of the ships in this au?

sure! :D

9/30/23

beyond the paper ships <3

@fresacake

[shiyosugi]

I'M SO HAPPY TO SEE OUR GLORIOUS KING BACK ON THE FIELD

[zeldas-cigarrette]

Baroness/fem!reader, reader is her assistant, baroness falls and hurts her ankle, she's forced to drop the ice bitch act in private as the reader takes care of her. Even if the rest of the staff don't see it

— a/n * ˚ ✦: Huge apologies for the long wait of merely 10 months, I’m really really sorry I haven’t been in the right mind to write. I hope you can still enjoy it, even though it's been so long since you‘ve written this request. 🩵

— word count -`,✎; 1.2k

— pairing ༉‧₊˚✧ ; baroness von hellman x fem!reader

It was a really busy day in London, therefore also in the house of Hellman. Employees were scurrying around in the enormous fashion house, dressing mannequins, and restocking clothes. It was one of those days when the Baroness decided to show up in the store, making everyone a nervous mess. She wasn’t known for going easy on people, especially not when it concerned her fashion.

You were busily trying to set up her office, organising refreshers and snacks for her upcoming meetings, the Baroness expected nothing but perfectionism. As her assistant, it was your job to fulfil these needs. You clumsily tried to light the candles in the golden candleholder, the last thing for the ambience to look neat. A few deep breaths later you decided that your job was done, for now. When the Baroness arrives there would be greater tasks than her office, and for that you would have to prepare yourself now.

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An hour later, a black, almost carriage-looking, car stopped in front of the store. You hurried to the gates of the fashion house, greeting your boss. Her lips were painted a deep maroon red, whilst her pompous dress swayed with every step she took. The woman radiated power and wealth. You gulped as soon as her eyes landed on you, her mood wasn’t pleasant, to say the least. The baroness flicked her wrist at you, motioning for you to follow, and with her head held high, the fashion icon strode through the tall glass doors. You hurried to her side, trying to keep up her pace. “Good morning”, you quickly said and tried for a clumsy smile. The baroness shot you a quick glance, scoffed and took in the scene of her scurrying employees. “Only use ‘good’ if the morning actually is”, she advised snarly and pursed her lips. Her rather analysing look applied to a certain young woman who was white as a wall when she spotted her boss.

Every time you saw the baroness, your heart clenched slightly, not exactly knowing why since she never did more than make people feel small. But something in you tended to like her a little more than you should.

All the things she wanted to restock, a little leather handbag, and a pile of clothes, fell to the floor when the Baroness’ blue eyes pierced through the young girl. To say that the poor woman was petrified would’ve been an understatement. “What are you looking at? Pick those up!”, Baroness von Hellman barked and pointed to the scattered clothes on the floor, “And make sure they’re clean.” Her voice was sharp as a knife. Then she turned to you, eyeing your being for a moment, long enough to ask yourself if something was wrong with your appearance. “Is my office ready for my meeting at 2?”, she asked snidely and put her hands on her hips.

“Everything’s ready. Mr Kohl will bring new designs”, you replied curtly and nodded. The Baroness rolled her eyes. “So be it, I’ll be in my office”, she announced to you and turned to walk off. A breath of relief, that she was at least somewhat pleased, escaped your lungs. However, the next thing you heard was a loud ‘For heaven's sake!’, your eyes shot in that direction, only to see the baroness lying on the floor, hissing and visibly appalled. You ushered over kneeling next to her. It appeared, that the young employee forgot to pick up the black leather bag, over which the baroness tripped and fell.

“Are you alright?”, you asked and reached out your hand to help her get up. “Don’t touch me”, she hissed. You scowled in response and slowly retrieved your hand, and scooted backwards to give her a little more space. The baroness clumsily tried to get up herself but failed miserably. Your eyes scanned down to her ankle, seeing it was visibly swollen. “It’s turning blue, just let me help you get up?”, you repeatedly asked and your expression softened. It was visible on her face that she contemplated accepting your help. Then she reached out her hand for you to take it. However, getting her off the floor took a little more than just her hand. You gently held her by the waist, helping her get up and while doing so, your cheeks flushed slightly. “Make sure she gets fired”, Baroness von Hellman hissed and her grip around your waist tightened, steadying herself. “Now bring me to my office”, she caustically snarled nudging your body to move forward. Her warm hands clutching your hand on her waist, for reasons that weren’t clear to you. 

It might’ve looked somewhat ungraceful but the two of you managed to get into her office without any more incidents. After placing her on her office chair, you pulled a small stool underneath her injured ankle to prop it up. “I’ll get someone to bring ice”, you announced, already making your way out of the door again. “Can’t you do it?”, she asked snarkily. You turned around, eyes widened at her sharp request. “I meant, can’t you please do it?”, The Baroness corrected herself and sounded a tad bit softer. “Of course, I’ll see what I can do”, you replied and excused yourself.

And some time later you reappeared in her office with a pack of ice in your hands. The Baroness’ looked like she yearned for the coolness on her ankle. You gently placed the ice on her injured spot and took a step back. “That shall do it”, you mumbled and brushed some hair out of your forehead.

There were a few long moments of silence before Baroness von Hellman decided to speak up again. “Thank you”, she said, not looking up from her papers. “You’re welcome”, you replied curtly and turned to go, wanting to prepare the staff for the afternoon Rushhour. “I mean it, thank you”, she repeated with a little more force. It was unlike her to thank someone and even more to actually say it twice. “It’s fine, no worries”, you replied carefully, not knowing if this was a trap. Then the Baroness finally decided to look up at you she waved you over to her desk. “You were the only one to rush over and help me, I owe a ‘thank you’”, she remarked and held your gaze, “Everyone else was too afraid to even ask if I was alright.”

Everything she had said was true, her employees were far too scared to even look directly into her eyes not to mention go up and help her. The longer she looked at you the more you realised that her expression had grown softer. “I just wanted to know that you’re taken care of, I wouldn’t have liked to see you in pain when I was right next to you.” It looked like the baroness was taken aback from your sudden heartfelt words, a subtle smile tugged her lips. “Come back later”, she then said with no hint of mockery or disdain, “And fire that lady with the bag.”

[sso-brainrot]

The Baroness' car got updated along with the rest of Silverglade Manor. License plate reads SSO-DSC

[enchanted-adelina]

Loverboy!Castin Headcanons ♡

dividers: @cafekitsune | ♡

⁀➴♡ | Loverboy!Castin, before he goes out on campaign; he writes notes for you, and puts them in a jar. not just any notes, no, they're color coded! for example, the blue ones are for if you're feeling sad/anxious. pink ones if you're missing him; and red ones if you're feeling a bit lonely. you keep this jar in a drawer in your office, and they never fail to pick you up when you're down.

⁀➴♡ | Loverboy!Castin, who has a secret love of photography! when you gifted him only the finest of cameras for his birthday, you become the muse for all of his photos. you're just so beautiful, it's hard to not click the shutter button whenever you're simply walking with him. + whenever he's away from you, he can just click through the photographs. it makes it even more scandalous that he has rather compromising ones of you too.

⁀➴♡ | Loverboy!Castin, he always needs to have apart of himself on you when you're in public. whether that be his hand on the small of your back, or holding your hand; it doesn't matter. he would never say it aloud out of fear of scaring you, but feeling the pulse in your wrist brings him comfort. it's just something about the consistent rhythm, or perhaps the fact that it's a reminder you're right there with him.

⁀➴♡ | Loverboy!Castin, who takes immense pride in any of your accomplishments. he'll boast about his wife whenever he can to anyone who will listen. he loves showing you off, proving just how amazing you are. while there is a goddess, you're his savior. the personal embodiment of his everlasting dreams, and the manifestation of anything and everything beautiful.

⁀➴♡ | Loverboy!Castin, when you're in his vicinity, he just can't help but stare. if you're in the room, he's simply unable to take his eyes off you. you're the only girl in the world to him; there are times when you'll catch him staring at you, and it’s not because you're doing anything particularly special, but because to him, you're the most breathtaking thing he’s ever seen.

⁀➴♡ | Loverboy!Castin, admires your subtle quirks, and what triggers them. for example, how your right eye twitches whenever something upsets you, and how adorable he finds it. how your lip curls up, or how your adorable nose twitches. if things get intense, he knows how to comfort; but until then, he finds it to be quite funny.

⁀➴♡ | Loverboy!Castin, takes note of your favorite foods; and your least favorites. he's extremely critical of how he makes his food, just because he can't bear for it not to be perfect for you. whether it be your favorite breakfast, dinner, dessert; he'll learn how to make it. why should the cooks make you something he could just make himself?

⁀➴♡ | Loverboy!Castin, while he adores your beauty, his compliments aren't just about your surface level. he admires your intelligence and resilience, frequently reminding you just how smart you are. he’s constantly amazed by your intelligence. he just can't help it. it’s your problem-solving skills, your ability to navigate hard situations. he never fails to be found utterly speechless when you bring home achievements that could give even the imperial empress a run for her frivolous coin.

[camillasgirl]

Queen Camilla and Baroness Tryon watch a polo match at Smith's Lawn, Windsor, ca. 1976.