#anchor brooch

[ltwilliammowett]

A carnelian silver anchor brooch, Scotland, mid 19th century

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[stbot]

Lydia + Walk Walk Fashion Baby (featuring an increasingly unhinged number of pins)

[fannyrosie]

Back in August, my mother, my sister and I did a three day roadtrip to Lake Placid in New York State, where the 1932 and 1980 Winter Olympics were hosted. We hiked and visited Adirondack natural wonders the two first days, but because my health was starting to fail me on the second day, we kept the third one for visiting the Downton Abbey costume exhibition at the Lake Placid Center for the arts.

On our way to the exhibit, we passed by the Pines Inn, formerly known as the St. Moritz Hotel, a hotel built in 1907. I had wanted to stay at that hotel, but my mom refused, saying it was in poor shape and looked haunted on the hotel booking sites (she wasn't wrong, but I love that stuff, as you know). I still insisted for us to at least visit it, and we sure did NOT regret it. We stumbled upon one of the concierges (or new owners, correct me if you see this!), and he loved my outfit so much that he gave us a tour of the hotel, including in areas closed to guests. He told us that Albert Einstein and the Kennedys had been guests at the hotel, that there was n*de sunbathing on the roof in the 1930s and that a lot of the furniture was original. Sadly, after the 80s, the hotel slowly went into decrepitude and abandonment, and many things got stolen and damaged. The new owners are currently working hard to restore the hotel, and it's indeed a lot of work.

Outfit rundown Dress: vintage Ingeborg (Pink House) Velvet michiyuki: vintage Hat: Rudsak with added brooch by Fuwari Gloves: vintage Shoes: old Clarks Bag: second-hand Vivienne Westwood Belt: thrifted Big British stamp brooch: second-hand Jane Marple Small marine cat stamp brooch: Via Carousel Anchor and crest brooches: vintage Earrings: old Dracolite

[kisskiss-slashslash]

Slashers with a cold/distant s/o :)

Idea: s/n(slasher name) gets a gift for their s/o (a piece of clothing or an accessory) and is a little disappointed that they aren’t wearing it. And fast forward a couple months later they find the clothing/accessory in a little box filled with stuff their s/o holds dear to them

There s/o still remembers details about the day:D

Slashers giving small gifts to an s/o who is emotionally distant

Jason Voorhees

He gives you a lovely ring he found on the finger of one of his victims, and is rather hurt when he doesn’t see you wear it. You smile and say thank you when he gives the ring to you, but don’t seem as thrilled as he would like. But when he stumbles upon your box of knick-knacks, he understands. He remembers having something similar as a child, even. So now, whenever he finds something he thinks you will love, he puts it straight into your box, and starts his own with all of the things you give him, from dried flowers to small carved things the campers made.

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent gives you a necklace, that once belonged to his mother, making it clear to you just how meaningful this is. It is a symbol that you are part of the family now, so cherish it.

And cherish it you do, by putting it where you keep all of your most loved memories. Though you seem rather indifferent when receiving it.

Later, he finds your box, and all of the things in it, including the necklace. He carries it to you and asks in sign for you to explain.

And you do; that this is a stash of all of the happiest memories you made in the past. And he concludes that it is a good place to keep his gift to you.

Freddy Krueger

The red and green sweater, basically just a version of his sweater tailored to fit you, is mostly a gag gift, but he does get a bit grumpy when you never wear it. He gets it, the damn thing is ugly, but that’s what’s fun about it! Don’t you get it?!

Being so deeply anchored in your head does allow him to catch some glimpses into your life while you’re awake, and he sees you put the sweater into a box he has seen a few times before. If memory serves, it’s where you keep the stuff you use to comfort yourself if you have a really shitty day, and his annoyance goes up in smoke.

Oh. Well that’s okay.

Brahms Heelshire

“WHY are you never wearing the brooch I gave you?”, he demands to know. Brahms isn’t big on internalizing things, so when he believes you are disrespecting his love and generosity, he does not hesitate to confront you.

You stare at him blankly. “I just don’t want it to get damaged. If I wear it while doing chores, I could drop it and accidentally step on it, or scuff it, or any number of other accidents could happen to it. That’s why I keep it somewhere safe. It’s way too pretty and precious to be worn every day.”

That is true, both emotionally and practically. The Heelshires being the kind of family they are/were, those gemstones on the brooch are probably the real deal, and you don’t want to be the kind of idiot who lost a year’s salary’s worth of diamonds while cleaning the house.

Bubba Sawyer

Bubba has Nubbins teach him the very bare basics of making jewelry out of bones and proudly presents you with a bracelet made of several bones on a piece of string.

His brothers tease him when you end up never wearing it, so he tries really hard and makes another, in his eyes prettier one. You accept it as well, but never wear it.

Bubba is distraught. Do you not like his work? Is he still that bad at it?

Finally he stumbles upon your jewelry box while cleaning, and finds the bracelets there, lovingly taken care of. So you do care.

[fideozepam]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐎𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𑣿ྀིྀ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐰𝐨

As the Marcellus family arrives to Rome, they brought along their daughter and gifts symbolizing compliance and respect. Their offerings met with the scrutinizing gazes of the now emperors of the powerful Roman dynasty.

The Marcellus villa buzzed alive with preparations as dawn broke. Servants scurried about, packing crates with fine cloths, silver and jars of olives and honey, that represented Lusitania’s loyalty to Rome.

Outside, a gleaming imperial carriage, emblazoned with the eagle of Rome, awaited. Soldiers stood at attention, their armor glinting in the sunlight, while horses snorted and pawed at the ground, ready for the long journey.

Camilla stood at the threshold, her mother fussing over the hem of her travel cloak. “You must make a good impression,” her mother murmured, smoothing the fabric. “You represent us now.”

Her mother’s hands trembled ever so slightly, though her face remained calm and focused. Tugging at the fabric and brushing away invisible specks of dust, her movements were deliberate, slow - as if she was stalling for more time with her little girl.

“I know,” Camilla replied, her voice barely audible. She glanced at her father, who stood silent, his face unreadable, though his eyes betrayed pride and sorrow.

In the Villa’s entrance, carriages awaited for them. Camilla bit her lip and glanced away, her eyes catching the horizon where the estate ended. She'd never been beyond that line before. The thought made her chest tighten.

Her mother straightened the brooch at Camilla's neck, her fingers lingering there a moment too long. When she finally looked up, their eyes met. For a heartbeat, they both froze, as if the world had gone still.

Without a word, her mother brushed a stray curl from her daughter's forehead, letting her hand linger just long enough for Camilla to feel the warmth of it. That simple touch spoke of years of comfort, protection, and love-things that no imperial palace or Roman luxury could ever replace.

Camilla blinked quickly, her vision blurring.

She reached out, gripping her mother's wrist. The older woman paused, squeezing her daughter's hand in return, her own trembling now fully visible.

The carriage driver cleared his throat, breaking the moment. Camilla let go reluctantly, her fingers slipping away from her mother's as if afraid they might break the fragile connection between them. As soon as the three of them got in, everything would start, marking her final steps on the land she was born in.

The carriage door opened, and Camilla stepped inside, her family following. As the wheels creaked forward, she watched their estate shrink into the distance. Her mother’s hand rested on hers, a steady anchor, but Camilla’s mind raced. She was leaving everything she knew—her home, her cat, her sisters, the quiet life of Lusitania—for a future she could scarcely imagine.

The days blurred together. The roads were smooth but long, the air thick with dust from the carriage wheels. At night, they stopped at bustling way stations where soldiers ate loudly and her father drank wine with the Roman envoy.

Camilla spent her evenings seated beneath the stars, trying to sketch the landscapes that passed them-rolling hills, dense forests, and eventually, the glittering sea.

But no drawing could calm her nerves.

At one point, the party crossed a river.

Soldiers rode ahead, their reflections wavering in the water. Camilla felt a pang of unease as she realized how far they'd come.

Her mother noticed her melancholy and tried to cheer her. "Rome will be magnificent," she said. "Think of the temples, the gardens, the people."

"I'm thinking." Camilla replied, managing a faint chuckle as she raised her eyebrows sarcastically, but her mind wandered. Would they treat her kindly? Would her new husband care for her? She was only seventeen and felt as fragile as the thin veils she wore.

“It will be better in Rome.” Her mother assured, caressing the back of her neck.

Two months later, Rome appeared on the horizon, vast and gleaming under the sun.

She pressed her face to the cool glass of the carriage window, her breath misting it. The city seemed alive-columns of smoke from chimneys, crowds hurrying along wide thoroughfares, a roar of voices that reached even out here.

They swept through the front gates, between statues of giants and banners of crimson and gold. Soldiers were at attention, saluting; people stopped and stretched their necks for a glimpse of the carriage and the so talked new bride.

Camilla's heart pounded as they approached the Palatine Hill, where Julia Domna was waiting.

"Remember," her father whispered, "you are no longer just our daughter. You are the Marcellus legacy."

With fingers intertwined in a vise-like grip, Camilla pressed her nails against the flesh of her hands to avoid breaking into tears. She had hardly touched down in Rome, yet it was almost as if she was being dissected for every move, every fault. She briefly glanced at her father, but his composed demeanor could not calm her spiraling thoughts.

Her unknown groom loomed large in her mind. Who was he? Would he be kind-or cruel? The rumors she had heard about Roman emperors whispered dark fates for their wives. What if he didn't like her? Worse, what if he hurt her? The thought made her shiver.

She cast a glance toward her mother, who, for once, seemed unreadable. Her mother's usual soothing presence felt distant, replaced by an expression Camilla couldn't quite decipher-pride? Worry?

Regret?

The carriage came to a halt, and the footman pulled open the door. Camilla's heart dropped as a wave of hushed silence swept over the gathered crowd. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what lay ahead, and stepped out into the dazzling sunlight, her mind still tangled with dread and the haunting question: What if he's a monster?

The grand hall was alive with murmurs, the expectations of the gathered senators, politicians, and dignitaries palpable. As the Marcellus family crossed the threshold, they were immediately met by the imposing figures of Julia Domna, the moment she entered the reception hall, the Augusta rose from her seat, her regal presence commanding the room.

She was every inch the powerful matriarch, her eyes sharp with the kind of authority that Camilla had only read about in her philosophical texts. Beside her, the two brothers stood, their faces betraying little of the emotions that might have been roiling beneath their expressions.

Caracalla, as always, stood slightly apart, his gaze steady but distant, as though he was sizing up the entire situation before making a move. He was known for his ambition, his need to dominate, but Camilla had heard whispers of his charm, of the way his confidence could make one feel seen-something that intrigued her, even though she had never spoken a word to him.

Geta, on the other hand, stood at Julia's side, quieter, perhaps more reserved in the shadows of his brother's more dominant presence. There was something about Geta's calm demeanor that left her unsure of where she stood.

Camilla's father, Lucius Marcellus, stepped forward, bowing deeply. His voice carried the practiced deference of a provincial noble addressing Rome's most powerful family.

"To the most revered Augusta Julia Domna and the noble Caesars, Imperatores Marcus Aurelius Antoninus and Publius Septimius Geta, the Marcellus family of Lusitania humbly presents itself."

Julia Domna's gaze, sharp and discerning, lingered on Camilla. A faint smile crossed her lips as she studied the young bride.

Lucius gestured gently toward his daughter, who stood hesitantly by her mother's side, clutching her cloak.

"May I present my daughter, Camilla Marcellus, who humbly comes to serve the imperial household and Rome itself."

Camilla gently bowed her head, her heart racing under the weight of so many eyes. She dared not lift her gaze to meet the imperious stares of the Caesars at either side of Julia Domna, though she could feel their scrutiny like a physical force.

After the family’s introduction, the Augusta graciously acknowledged their presence, “Senator Marcellus, Lady Marcellus, and your esteemed daughter, we welcome you to Rome, the eternal city that now looks forward to a union strengthening our shared destinies. Your presence honors us."

Her tone was regal yet approachable, she glanced meaningfully at Camilla as she continued,

"The journey from Lusitania is not a small one. You must be fatigued, yet you stand before us with grace. A testament, no doubt, to your noble lineage and fortitude."

Camilla’s grip on her robes tightens, raising her head to lock her eyes with her piercing ones,

Lucius gestures to their servants to bring the gifts forward.

Each item was meticulously unwrapped to showcase the Marcellus family's wealth and allegiance. He smiled proudly and spoke again,

"These, Augusta, are humble tokens of our reverence for Rome, for your illustrious family, and for the union that will further strengthen our bond with the dynasty."

Julia Domna and the brothers inspected the gifts with a keen eye, nodding approvingly.

There was a moment of silence as the gifts were presented, but the tension in the room was palpable. Camilla felt her palms grow clammy under the weight of the situation. Her eyes flickered to the two brothers - Caracalla first, who watched her with an air of quiet amusement. His sharp eyes lingered on her, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Then, her eyes flickered to Geta, who stood silently beside their mother, his posture more reserved but no less imposing. He regarded her with a sense of seriousness that made her wonder if he knew more than he was letting on.

Julia Domna held up her hand, signaling for quiet. The room settled into an eerie silence. Her gaze, cool and calculating, swept over the two brothers, then to Camilla, and finally back to the Lusitanian family.

"It is truly a great honor to have you here, Camilla. The question remains, however.." Her voice dropped to a more playful tone, "..which of my sons will you be marrying?"

At this, Camilla's breath caught in her throat. She had known for months that this marriage was arranged, that it was political, but until now, she had never been told which son she would marry. Her mind raced as she turned to her father, but he gave her no reassurance. He simply watched the scene unfold, his face unreadable.

Julia's smile widened as she watched the confusion spread across Camilla's face.

The air was thick with tension, and Camilla's heart seemed to thump painfully in her chest.

And then, Julia Domna, clearly enjoying every second of the suspense, finally broke the silence with a voice that seemed to stretch the moment to its limits. "Well, then," she said, her smile now almost imperceptible, "I think we've kept the decision in suspense long enough."

She turned to Camilla, her eyes glimmering with mischief. "The decision has been made. But you shall not know which son will be your husband just yet."

The Empress's laugh, soft but chilling, rippled through the room, leaving Camilla with no choice but to nod, unsure of whether her future would lie with Caracalla's brash confidence or Geta's quiet composure.

The game, it seemed, had just begun.

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[floatingbook]

I took a train out to the city. I shared the ride with a young woman attending the same school where I spent my early twenties. She was working; we exchanged polite niceties; we sat in contemplative companionship; I know her name. I asked the receptionist about her favourite food places, and she gushed about all manners of nooks and crannies. I walked around the peninsula. An old woman asked me for directions, and as a tourist myself I took out my map and we pored over the folded paper. On an anchored barge I discussed the best growth practice for rosemary with a woman doing her weekly gardening. On one of the bridges a kind woman took a picture so I could send proof of life to my mother. Deep in the old city, I bought a handmade brooch from a lovely artisan who painstakingly personnalised it for me. For near an hour I discussed work ethics, our education system and the need for concrete hobbies with a brocanteuse whom I reminded of her daughter, living far away. On a terrasse in the warmth of the recently fallen night, I exchanged tips for the best grocery shops when one wants to attempt foreign dishes. All in a day. If you step out into the world, there are countless women, with their own rich experiences and perceptions, ready to welcome you.

[pumpkinprincess22]

Torturered @warlocks-and-phoenixes and @aph-cronch with this in the MCDBB discord so I figured I might as well torture the masses with it too so behold psychopomp Kulzak the Wander

Kulzak's powers are, as we have established very changable, he is the wanderer. He wanders through the world but he also transcends the barrier between waking and dreaming to wander through people's dreams. In which case is it not conceivable for people to believe that he can transcend the barrier between life and death?

People like to imagine that whatever afterlife or death realm they or their loved ones end up in that there is someone to hold their hand and offer kind words as they lead the soul to its final destination. This someone is Kulzak the Wanderer.

He himself can't literally be the one guiding every soul, he is after all only human. But people believe he is and that is enough. Perhaps some gods do grant him the power to enter their realms/afterlives and for some souls he is their guide. He has a particular soft spot for children and if they arrive in a village too late for Irene's powers to help then he will often ask to say a few words.

It is unnerving to the rest of the DW's to watch, once a soul has become untetherred from a body in death they effectively become wanderers and Kulzak can see them. Most can make it to their afterlives unaided but some need help, and some just want company on their journey so that they don't have to do this last bit alone. And Kulzak will wander with them a while.

He can see ghosts, even if those ghosts don't always want to be seen and he can, often on his own but always if he has Shad's help, untether them from whatever was anchoring them to the mortal realm and guide them to the great beyond. So yes if the DW's had ever come accross Malachi then Kulzak and Shad would have been able to help him.

Legends spread, as legends do, of the Wanderer guide who helps the souls of the peaceful dead and the restless dead alike.

People leave offerings in graves, or with the ashes of the dead depending on death customs (see here) to try and encourage Kulzak to come to them. His sacred bird is a Magpie so people often leave rings or brooches or other shiny objects for him.

Those who have friends or family who have become ghosts instead of moving on will seek him out in need of his aid. When the DW's have audiences with their people the aid of the Wanderer is just as sought after as the healing powers of the Matron, the knowledge of the Keeper or the blessings of the Protector.

The first few times he does it Enki begs him not to because its really unnerving and they don't fully know if/how Kulzak will make it back. Afterwards though he gushes about how incredible of an experience it was and how he needs to do it again. Kulzak gets spiritually restless if he doesn't guide a soul in too long just like he gets physically restless if he can't wander too far or gets kept cooped up for too long.

[toxinellebug]

Shadybug/ClawNoir supporting character Headcanons

Jagged Stone? More like Jared Smith. He wanted to be a rockin musician, but his type of music is banned by the Supreme so his career never took off. Instead, he ended up marrying his girlfriend, Nannette Couffaine, after accidentally knocking her up with twins, released his pet crocodile into the Seine, got an apartment, and works a regular job that he HATES. But, he secretly still tries to record music and sells it on the black market where it has become somewhat popular in the indie underground, but if he were caught he would go to prison for sure. It’s not a happy marriage but he does what he has to. His kids last names are hyphenated Couffaine-Smith.

No houseboat, and without Royalties from music labels, neither Juleka or Luka could afford to go to Francois Dupont

Penny works as an assistant for Bob Roth and HATES IT. The man is a sexist slave driver, but this business is brutal.

Nadja Chamack is not a news anchor. You can’t be a single mother AND have a career that takes up so much of your time. As a result, Marinette has never had to babysit Manon.

Lila wants to challenge Chloe’s position as queen of the school, but there are no lies about charity work, only lies of what powerful and famous connections she has.

Adrien is not interested in being friendly with Lila, and definitely not going to help her with schoolwork. But he is still the ultimate trophy and key to winning popularity in Lila’s eyes, so she is determined to “win him over”, even though he finds her almost as annoying as Chloe, but Chloe he is stuck with due to her mom’s working relationship with his dad.

Gabriel doesn’t trust Lila one bit.

The sad and negative emotions he is forced to sense due to the power of the Butterfly brooch cause him distress, and he often has to excuse himself due to “headaches” from overworking, as a creative’s work is never done… But he is always listening for the emotions of people crying out for justice, for help, for people who wish they had the power to help.

Andre Glacier is still the Sweetheart’s ice-cream maker, but Sweetheart’s ice-cream is just a special menu item that you can request. Otherwise he has a scheduled route and serves the ice-cream that customers ask for.

Alya’s dad wishes the zoo could focus more on animal enrichment and larger enclosures but they don’t have the budget for such “unnecessary extravagences”.

Mr. Haprel hopes to make it as a famous Mime one day so he can be rich enough to afford to send his daughter, Mylene, to the school he works at as a janitor.

Everyone avoids Ivan.

Thomas Astruc never made it as a famous director, rather, the Supreme favored his University Rival, Andre Bourgeois, who also owns the Le Grande Paris Hotel.

Gina and Roland Dupain are not divorced/separated per say… Gina was sent to prison for civil disobedience. That’s why Tom is a doormat and just goes along with whatever discipline Sabine decides on because he doesn’t want his precious little girl to end up a criminal like her grandmother.

Sabine does not teach an inkpainting class on the weekend or practice tai chi or feng shui.

The walls of Marinette’s home are not pink, they are a boring beige that she hates.

The Agreste Manor is not a sterile, black and white modern decor dungeon. It is a prism of color, function, form, beauty and nature with nods to antiquity and the whimsical. Adrien HATES it. All color and light left this world when his mother died. The art in his house mocks his pain.

There is no school blog for Nathaniel to post his art on… But Marc ended up in that class instead of Marinette. (So did Mireille) He’s still too shy to admit he’s a writer. And even more shy to admit he has a crush on Nathaniel, so all he can do is watch the boy quietly. Rose thinks it’s a romantic tragedy and wants to play matchmaker. Alex thinks it’d be a disaster waiting to happen.

There is no Prince Ali who gives toys to sick kids in hospitals.

There is nothing as frivolous as videogame tournaments, so Max devotes all his spare time to his hobby of robotics and developing an AI… but developing an artificial intelligence is frowned upon. Luckily, Alya can keep a secret… that is, if Max is willing to spare some of his time to helping her havkninto the dark web to research conspiracy theories.

Wayhem is obseesed with Adrien, who can’t stand crazy fanatics and won’t lose any sleep if the Gorilla tackles the scrawny boy to the ground.

After much convincing, bullsh**ing, and bribes, Gabriel is able to host his derby hat design competition at Francois Dupont, (and hopefully, modelling his classmate’s creations will be a bonding point for Adrien to make a new friend) Rose sees it as an opportunity to tries to get Marc and Nathaniel to work with her to create a hat, hoping sparks will fly between them.

Even if Marinette WANTED to enter a stupid contest involving that spoiled, stuck-up Agreste boy, which she DOESN’T, her mother won’t allow it because sewing and doodling outfits is a distraction from her schoolwork.

Chloe still cheats.

But Shadybug discreetly sabotages the fashion show the winning hat is supposed to feature in.

Nathalie never became Gabriel’s assistant or even acquaintance. Instead, she is in charge of the department of the Louvre that archives and locks away all “banned” art and artifacts (aka anything related to Miraculous holders)

Alex thinks she’s creepy and hates how she coldly bosses around her dad.

Audrey is the same as ever, with the exception that she recognizes that her younger daughter Zoe has some talent, and wants Andre to find a movie part for her to play, and ignores Chloe’s bitter jealousy which causes her to lash out at others even nastier than in Ladybug and Cat Noir’s universe.

Nino is treated rudely and ignored by Adrien. Adrien would never agree to play a role in Nino’s movie and even accuses Nino of trying to use Adrien’s celebrity status to give himself an unfair advantage in the student movie competition.

Adrien doesn’t have time for stupid group projects or after school activities. But not because he has a full schedule since this Universe’s Gabriel is a decent father who does not demand perfection and give a 14 year old a burdensome schedule… It’s because outside of fencing and modeling, Adrien plans to spend his time planning out which sections of the city he’s going to take his anger out on that night.

Gabriel never forgot his roots as the son of a fry-cook, and occasionally tries to cook comfort food (NOT PANCAKES) for Adrien, who insists he’s not hungry or that junk is bad for his skin/weight, which has Gavriel worried about Adrien developing body dysphoria and eating disorders… These worries are put to rest when he finds out Adrien has suddenly developed a sweet tooth for baked goods. Therefore he has no qualms about his son frequenting the local bakery so often because a growing boy needs to eat and a treat is good for the spirit.

He wishes he could be more honest with Adrien, but he knows that it would destroy his son if he ever found out that the sickness that took his mother’s life was caused by his creation… He’s also not sure what kind of trauma Adrien would have to the fact he’s not human.

Gabriel also doesn’t want Adrien in danger. Gabriel wants to create a better world for his son to live in, a world where he and everyone else can be free! Where people can throve without stepping over others, and the poor don’t have to suffer. Where people have rights to love freely and express opinions without fear. A world where people help one another.

Gabriel would never use the rings to control Adrien, instead, he keeps them locked away in a safe, and plans to give them to Adrien someday when he is an adult and less likrly to misplace them because if they were to fall into the wrong hands, Gabriel shudders to think of what would become of Adrien.

Audrey still has a low key crush on Gabriel which makes him cringe but he still acts polite to keep up working relations, and he also pities his friend Andre, trapped in a one-sided marriage and bullied by his daughter and his wife.

[olliethescribe]

"Helllooo! I'm going around and giving out Honey and entering people into a 75% off coupon for your next gathering at Run of the Mill! I will just need your au name and I'll be able to write you into the draw! Good luck!"

You recieved 3 honey jars!

... And some ticket/s?...

Well you'll just have to wait and see!

(Tmnt au comp, vote for The Employees for a special au reveal!)

"Thank you!" Warren stored the honey jars and tickets in his wheelchair's back pocket. "Our AU's name is No Crime Only Brooches. Also, I love your dress!"

Warren adjusted a few settings on his brooch as blue smoke wrapped around his form, revealing the news anchor in a copy of the exact same dress. "Now we match!"

@tmntaucompetition

[europesroyalsjewels]

Diamond & Sapphire Anchor Brooch ♕ Dutch Royal Jewel Foundation

[ltwilliammowett]

A silver and Montrose agate sweetheart brooch shaped as a fouled anchor, Schotland, 1880

[diamondcrownacademy]

DCA Info Part 46: Sea Glass Wishes Outfits 🐠

Style: Elegant and Quirky

A brand that focuses on the image of the beautiful sea life. The clothes have two distinctive designs, one is to mimic the beautiful sea with the colorful corals and fishes while the other mimics the raging storm where the waves are violent and merciless. This is Cerule's preferred brand.

Spiced Lionfish

"A festive parade that celebrates the beautiful coral reef. The lionfish dazzles all who gaze at its lovely spines."

The outfit: This mostly yellow dress with hibiscus flower patterns has a blue and reddish pink asymmetric ruffle sleeve with gold trim while the other sleeves consists of dark magenta and gold ribbon with one portion tied in the shape of a bow with a hibiscus flower on top. The dress' skirt is made up of three layers of yellow, magenta and light blue with a gold outline and the yellow and magenta layers have spot patterns on them. The footwear consists of a pair of yellow sandals with magenta and gold ankle straps and red hibiscus flowers accompanied by lionfish spine fins with purple webbed portions.

Accessories: The accessories include a hibiscus hairpin with chartreuse leaves, a blue scarf tie, a magenta and gold ribbon and a hairpiece with lionfish spine fins with purple webbed portions. There are also yellow cuffs and magenta and light blue bracelets. Additionally there is also a magenta and gold belt with many of the same details from the hairpiece with the additional inclusion of a chain of light pink and magenta hibiscus flowers.

Aloha Waves

"Can you feel the breeze from the ocean? The chatter of people playing on the beach? It's time for a fun summer!"

The outfit: Made for fun in the sun, this aquamarine ensemble includes blue wave designs on the bodice with the neckline having brown trim and straps alongside yellow ruffles and pink and yellow tropical flowers with green leaves. The dress' layered skirt is made up of ruffles with the top and bottom ones being yellow and the ones in the middle being aquamarine and light blue with brown trimming. The footwear consists of a pair of aquamarine sandals with brown braided ankle straps with the feet straps being brown and attached to aquamarine straps with brown braid details and yellow ruffles.

Accessories: The accessories include a hairpiece that includes various pink and yellow tropical flowers, brown braided bands on the wearer's right arm and leg, yellow ruffle bracelets with pink and yellow flowers, and a belt comprised of the same yellow and pink flowers.

Wishing Sailor

"Where does your note in a bottle go? How does it find the person it was meant for? The answer can only lead to a young sailor who sails by her lonesome, delivering your wishes through the sea."

The outfit: This sailor outfit features a white sleeveless dress shirt with a band collar layered underneath a turquoise sleeveless sailor top with the center portion being a light cyan and has silver trimming and buttons. The skirt is made up of three layers, with the first one being a deep blue ruffle overskirt with light blue stars at the end and white lace trim, the second layer is designed to resemble fish scales and is light turquoise with hints of violet and silver trimming, the third and final layer is simply white lace. The outfit also includes a deep blue pantyhose with light blue stars on the left side. The footwear consists of a pair of light blue heels with silver lining and pink seashells accompanied by pale blue ruffles.

Accessories: The accessories include a pale blue beret with darker blue ribbon trim and has a yellow starfish accessory with a blue gem brooch on it accompanied by peach colored shells on each side and a dark blue ribbon with light blue stars at the end. Other accessories include a pair of star shaped earrings attached to chains which are in turn attached to silver anchors, a silver shell shaped brooch with a blue gem, a dark blue ribbon necktie with light blue stars at the end, a pair of light turquoise arm warmers with dark blue ribbon cuffs attached to a turquoise ruffle layered over a white one and the end of the arm warmers include an iridescent print with silver trim to resemble fish scales, and a blue ribbon sash with the ribbon itself having pearl beads attached to it.

Shell Flamenco

"With the grace and beauty of a Spanish Dancer, enchant the crowd with a dance to invite those onlookers for a dance."

The outfit: This watermelon pink colored dress includes a sweetheart bodice with gold trim and a vertical line of gold pearl beads on each side. The top half of the outfit also includes ruffle sleeves with the top and bottom layers being pink with gold bead trim while the middle layer is transparent teal. The asymmetrical skirt consists of three layers with the top and bottom layers being pink with darker pink circular designs near the bottom of each layer with gold bead trim, the middle layer is transparent teal, the top of the skirt also includes three peach colored seashells on the left side with the center shell having five pearls at the bottom. The footwear consists of a pair of gold sandals with pink ruffle ankle straps with gold pearl beads and pink wrap straps with pink shells in the center.

Accessories: The accessories include a gold crown with peach colored shells on the bottom attached to a pink colored ruffle and gold pearl strands. Other accessories include a collar of peach colored shells and a pair of gold pearl wrap bracelets attached to pink ombré puffs.

Sea Flower Tea Dress

"A lovely tea party by the shore, one must wear a suitable dress for such a grand occasion!"

The outfit: This pale blue ensemble includes a v-neck wrap bodice with pale ruffle sleeves attached to turquoise butterfly sleeves. The dress' skirt appears to be made up of three layers with the first layer being a portion of the bodice, the second layer is comprised of several pale turquoise and white ruffles and the third layer is an asymmetrical turquoise underskirt. The footwear consists of a pair of sandals with beige pearl ankle straps attached to light blue gem brooches, pale blue ruffles and white soles.

Accessories: The accessories include a headpiece that includes three vertical beige shells attached to a pale blue ombré bow. Other accessories include a pair of blue earrings that resemble two blue pearls with a beige crown in the center, a pale blue ruffle collar with beige pearl beads, a light blue gem brooch with it's design appearing to be inspired by shells, a belt of beige pearl strands attached to a pale blue ombré ruffle bow and the bow has a beige charm in the center of it with what appears to be three stars alongside a venus comb shell.

Note: This is based on Cerule’s Butterfly/Sea Flower Tea Dress

[fannyrosie]

A ray of sun after the rain The land after the stormy sea

Outfit rundown Dress: second-hand Ingeborg (Pink House) Sailor blouse: thrifted Straw beret: second-hand Fairy Wish with added vintage bow Belt and shoes: thrifted Umbrella: Axes Femme Mail cat stamp brooch: Via Carousel Anchor brooch: vintage Earrings: hand assembled by me Bag: second-hand Métamorphose temps de fille

[maythevoidnotscreamback]

Story Idea: Usagi's Moonlight Knight persona

Hello! I was over on Ao3 rereading Daikon's fic "R is for Reverse" when this bit of inspiration hit me. Usa has Mamo, Moon has Tux, there's many fan versions of Darkity for Dendy, Ren has Dymi - whether as Young Royals or Older ones - but who does Moonlight Knight have? No one. So I thought to fix that. Because I love the idea of there being counterparts for each identity they have. Just need to think up one that makes sense for Cosmos, and Chaos don't count as far as I'm concerned 'cause she's against Cosmos not with her as the rest are!

During the Doom Tree/Makaiju Arc, instead of Mamo being the only one who doesn't remember (one could have it go that the hit to his head he's implied to have suffered in the season Finale is what triggers his memory's restoration the night of the day Usa volunteered to be his emotional support, just to keep the antagonistic beginning between them, or whatever else that was supposed to be) fighting against the Dark Kingdom til the Climax of the Arc, it's Usa who stays in the dark. And instead of Moon getting an upgrade from Queen Serenity and the girls from the Mauians, it's that Tuxie and the girls, once they also remember, get an upgrade from Usa's own version of Mamo's Moonlight Knight persona.

Luna goes to restore Usa's memory the night Naru's being attacked but it simply doesn't work for some reason, so the draining happens until TK shows up and stops it. But, since TK doesn't have a finishing move to secure the victory that also returns the stolen energy, the Cardian flees before it's destroyed as its gotten some energy for its masters and those affected have to be sent to the hospital.

I'm of the mind that whatever she's called, in contrast to the Moonlight Knight, Usa's Arabian Nights inspired persona is dressed all in black, opaque veil included, with various silver winking constellations shimmering all over the fabric, Mamoru's astrological sign of Leo on the translucent, shimmery black cape with his planetary symbol of Earth seen above between her shoulder blades with her odango'ed hair silvered and her Royal Birthmark on her forehead. Or you could go for a black domino masked female version of Vampire Hunter D's outfit (her odangos sticking out on either side of where the crown meets the brim), or Sango-from-Inuyasha's Taijiya outfit and mask with the pigtails curled up however they went when she was wearing her wedding dress in the Cosmos movie if you don't want to do the Arabian Nights thing to signify that she's all warrior.

All that said she's the personified hardship, heartache, strife, and sense of duty that Usagi/Serenity used to strengthen herself and her resolve for the final fight against Beryl/Metallia that was purged alongside her memories. Or it's the Silver Crystal's doing due to Usagi's dying wish having been deeply nuanced in that it did a whole bunch of things without conscious thought from Usa as she passed out/died. One of them being that she could actually fight without having to use the Crystal, and another being that (for now) she didn't have to protect said Crystal because it's not with her and her brooch is nowhere to be seen or found (it's actually being used to anchor Usa's other persona since her Seat of Power is the White Moon, not Earth like Mamo) because her main wish - that she and her loved ones can live normal lives - had more of a focus.

So! For the 'reveal' of Usa and her persona being separate, I was thinking it could go that Tux has stopped his love from fleeing for whatever reason, he's since realized that their roles have reversed in that it's Usa who doesn't know about her new persona as he hadn't known about Tux until the Rainbow Crystal he'd gotten hold of had helped him retain his memories, but for whatever reason her other persona does remember her past as Moon and Serenity and the love they share. All that aside, after trying to get some info from her that she wasn't willing to give, though she's still willing to snuggle in his embrace for a moment or two before leaving, he's obviously bewildered when he hears Usa calling for him and turns to find her rounding the corner because she's looking for Mamoru; because while they may not get along all that often he's still someone she cares for and worries about. Tux turns to look at his thought-to-be partner but she's already rounding another corner in the opposite direction; only knowing she's real because he caught the flapping edge of her shimmery cape as it disappeared from his line of sight. Usa and the one he'd just fought alongside... weren't the same person? What the hell's going on?! He needed to meet up with the Senshi and tell them what he'd just discovered.

Anyway! Feel free to take this and make it your own, you don't have to use it word for word if you don't want to, in whatever way you've been inspired. I only ask that you let me know what your fic's called and where you've posted it so that I may read it and gush. Thank you, have a nice day!

[celestiall0tus]

I had a day to think about this with a set of headaches, but I think I know what I'm going to do about the senti cousins.

I do recognize that in the show that whoever either has the peacock miraculous and/or amok can control the senti being. However, I do kinda have to question a flaw and feel free to correct me y'all

So, Adrien's amok is in the twin rings and Gabriel was wearing that bitch this whole time, right? So, shouldn't Adrien have obeyed Gabriel's every word even back then? Like, I don't exactly understand how it fully works since it really comes into play in s5 (and hints in s4) but it seemed like just uttering an order was all it'd take. I dunno. I'm clearly missing something, but I'm making an adjustment nonetheless.

I'm keeping the senti cousins (no senti Kagami, fuck off) and putting in a way to make this make sense for me. The person needs to be in possession of the peacock brooch to control a senti being/monster. If they have the amok, they won't be able to control it. The amok and it's object are just anchors for the beings to exist.

There. Now, y'all can feel free to correct me or whatever, but this is what I'm using for the Bloody Bug AU with Adrien and Felix.

[voidwritesstuff]

Singers and Soldiers

Cw: mentions of alcohol. Fire and flickering lights on the GIF.

Summary: Ricks nights are a bit slow since hes working day in and day out,but soon he finds himself chasing the rabbit.

A/n: Rick and Noa belong to @graceandtheidiotsquad ,Sweetie Belongs to me. The song is "Tequila at noon" from the sexy brutale OST. Highly reccomend checking the game out,its what I based the Hades Bar off of.

This was one of the first nights the crew has been able to get out of their rooms, theyve spent..days? Weeks? Months? Trying to reccuperate. There was,for a long,long time, nothing for them to anchor to.

From existing to dissolving molecules back into the world of the somewhat living...It was hard to stay afloat in this ever shifting land of conciousness.

But Now,they had a home. One they worked at intermitently and gradually spending more time outside as they gained more and more strength to exist.

Rick is currently working at the kitchen of the Hades bar, working and whipping up food for the guests that walk into the stablishment. He swears he can hear Noa chatting with the incoming guests, they were all...connected in a sense.

--Shows startin' soon--Says Wheeler from across the delivery window--  you want to come watch?

--'m a lil busy,Al' --Answers rick as he sets down a few plates on a half empty tray.

--Y'aint the only one in the kitchen though...

Rick rolled his eyes, he can faintly Hear the rustling of bones as the other helpers, gangly,tall skeletons of Ice, work alongside him.

By now, hes learnt to drown them out.

--Yeah and? Whose playin' tonight anyway?--Hes not usually this...grumpy. he just doesnt like sharing the kitchen.

--The hare and the hatters. --He answered-- The usual boys,but theres a singer this time 'round

Theyve grown accostumed to the blue, colonial era dressed ghosts of elongated, vaguely animal masks that are white in color. They play each night without fail, they are an integral part of the place like Decay himself.

But the hare? Now that name doesnt ring a bell.

--Fine--He caves in,leaving his station to walk outside of the room. Just as he leaves, a skeleton takes his place like clockwork- thats the thing about this place, it was alive and moved of its own accord.

He steps behind the bar where Wheeler is,they both stay out of the way of Decay who is the main server, and stand close to watch the show from afar.

The lights grow dim as the ghosts,already in their places, begin to play a soft,jazzy tune. They all waft this indigo blue mist that glimmers like fresh snow, there is only the light of the small stage thats beautifully decorated in pale stone in almost a greek theatre kind of way.

A single microphone on a stand sits at the center of the stage,forboding.

Not a Word spoken, the air hangs still and the room goes dark without any warning.

Rick leans on the counter,head in his hand, unamused and a little bored.

Seconds of silence tick by,unnerving.

Darkness and intrigue fill the room,the air seems to grow warmer

And warmer

And warmer...

Flash of blue flames come from the center of the stage,they curl into the shape of a woman and there she stands with a single,pale blue light coming from somewhere above.

Shes beautiful, an inverted triangle shape but of narrow frame. A white dress with a sweetheart neck line,it falls down her legs in a tight skirt that falls up to her feet and barely touches the ground as If she was floating, and alongside her waist there is tied a long cloth thats held tightly together with a brooche, a skull of dark blue-ish grey with pale dark red spider lillies.

This must be The Hare, for she wears an elongated mask,faintly bunny like with no ears and freckle-like constellations dusted upon the cheeks and the bridge of her nose.

--Goddamn...--Rick breathes out,head pulling up and away from his hand. His arms fall on the counter and he chooses to ignore Wheeler's smug chuckle.

The Hare turns to face Decay,in that moment small blue flames alight from the candles on the Many support beams of thick dark wood. The wax melts downwards on a jawless skull,and the flames begin around the near vecinity of the stage then finally at the back of the room where the bar is.

With each illuminating light,the band comes into view until the ghastly musicians begin to emanate their lowlight of blue.

And the singer does a small bow,holding the microphone on a stand,she looks almost reverent of him, Decay returns the gesture with what seems to be a smile.

None of The Hounds really know what Decay is.

Most defenetly a shadow,but a powerful one at that. The realm bent to his Will, he was to be feared and respected- Maybe the term God was a bit too far,but the reverence in the main singer most defenetly wasnt.

"Hare" turns to the band,nodds at them and begins to snap her fingers to the rythm, the band soon begins to play to the pace set.

--Waking or sleeping I known it is true. Oh,i can feel it. The ghost of you...

Her voice is like a Rolling wave that comes from the stage to the audience, it fills the room with an alluring softness that had everyone (including rick) leaning forward for more.

--Since you have left me I wont be without,wine in the morning and tequila at noon--her voice is soft like a siren,she sways side to side moving with an elegance fit for a being that is no longer of flesh and bones. Undead poise that made her look ethereal and regal.

--oh all you have brought me is goodnight in the morning and tequila at noon...

Rick feels his undead heart skip a beat as their eyes meet, he smiles and bows a little. He feels shy,but theres this glint in the singer's eyes...was she endeared?

--Oh,you have left me barren in the morning and tequila at noon--the song draws to a close,the crowd erupts in applause and roaring praise.

The whole band does a little bow,and then she hops off the stage and greets the guests whilist making her way towards the bar. She does seem particularly enthusiastic to say hi to a woman, long hair in a ponytail, she looks distorted like interference on a TV,she has this cerulean/Sky blue glow and sparks to her.

Oh,rick knows her. Shes a regular. When did the Doc get here?

--that was our very own Sweetie Wells!--exclaimed Decay with a proud tone in his out-of-breath,stringy And strained voice. And despite that he is quite loud. If he talked,you listened.

Sweetie takes off her mask, she smiles with her lips painted red,her sun kissed skin and freckles look soft as even a few wrinkles form when she moves her mouth. Her blue eyes turn to the skeleton and nodds--Evening,Sir.

--Evening Miss Wells,you were great!--Decay,despite his fearsome reputation,was quite kind and dare we say softie.

--Thank you!--She said with a nodd.

--I believe you must be quite hungry!, Rick,Be a dear and bring some food to the Lady

Rick snaps from his stupor, he looks at Decay and then at sweetie. Theres this electricity as they connect gazes, she smiles with eyes half lidded and its Wheeler who has to Gently nudge his friend to get him to talk.

--What...what would th-that be,miss?--He asked with a wavering voice.

--Caesar salad,for now.--She answered--Do take your time,Hun.

Wheeler mutters a "hooo boy" as he Gently nudges his friend to the kitchen--Coming right up,miss!--Alphonso says as Rick mutters something along the same lines as his friend

--Cute guy-- sweetie points out--Whats the Cooks name?

--Rick,i think he fancies you--Decay said with a knowing smirk. He begins to make a CA 75 cocktail,her favorite-- well,I dont think . I know

--Any advice?-- she asked, Leaning to the side to see if she can catch a glimpse of Rick through the delivery Window that shows the kitchen.

--You really want relationshipp advice from the guy whose dating a bald ghost with more holes than swiss cheese? -- the skeleton asked,to then hear a faint "I heard that" in the back of his mind coming from Rainbow thats somewhere far off in the collective unconcious.

"Damn spook" he thought with love in his inner voice.

--Hah! I meant as in Rick, hes your employee.

--So are you-- he pointed out.

--And you know me better than anyone else

He smiled,as much of a skull can smile. Its oddly intimidating and disturbing as if bone could move like skin--Sweet guy,hes not that fumbly usually. He doooes have a knack for making food ex-

In that moment both hear a low Rumble coming from the kitchen, a loud clatter,and then rick scrambling whilist cussing out loud.

--plode-- finished Decay with his eye(sockets) narrowed in dismay and exhaustion.

The singer laughed as she took the cocktail she was offered by her boss, she takes a sip and catches the glimpse of lettuce and chicken sprawled upon the delivery Window.

"This Will surely be interesting" Sweetie thought with an endeared smile.