#as well as frilly skirts and dresses and blouses

[midnightmah07]

I have a love-hate relationship with watching fashion videos because while I absolutely love fashion and dressing up I'm still trying to rebuild my wardrobe with clothes that are the aesthetic of clothes that I wanna wear,,, so seeing people dressing the way I want to makes me want to buy clothes but I can't simply go to a thrift store/clothing store and buy a full wardrobe like that's not how it works... It takes time...💀

[goosita]

Ahhhh Thank u so much for writing my request ab Billy dealing w stress!!!! U made my night I fr was kicking my hair and giggling like there was no tomorrow. U & ur writing are everything and more fr <333

Another idea just occurred to me…what would Billy like you to wear? Take this as you will, but I can see him losing his mind over off the shoulder frilly things…maybe….

clawing at the carpet and biting the drywall tbh bc he so would like lace and ruffles make this man fall to his knees !!

i think there’s really two ways this could go. billy has moods, yk?

on the one hand, he thinks you look beautiful in anything you put on. but he has a particular fondness for the days when you meet him out in the meadow, blouse tucked into a well-fitted pair of pants and your riding boots. it means he gets to haul you up onto his horse without the fear of muddying or accidentally tearing any of your pretty skirts or dresses.

he also likes it because he can tell you’re so comfortable in it. the way you move, the way you’re so much less careful. billy can get you seated nice and comfy, your back to his chest and his arms around you as you ride through the tall grass or weave through trees in the woods. he likes the way this particular type of outfit makes you less self-conscious, and makes you feel more free to have fun with him…❤️

on the other hand, this darling man will lose his ever lovin’ mind if you appear before him in soft laces and frills. you’re already always so soft compared to him, when you sit perched on his bed in a little lacy nightgown that barely brushes the tops of your thighs; one that only just falls over your hips. billy is at your mercy and you both know it. his eyes wouldn’t know where to look first, to your shoulders where the delicate ruffles slip down? to your chest, framed so beautifully by the dainty fabric? or to your legs, so neatly folded atop his blankets?

he’d be on you in an instant, laying you back and crowding into your space. billy is a rough man— but not with you. not with his precious angel. his lips are already skimming your throat by the time your head is cushioned by his pillow, his hips slotting between your eagerly spread thighs.

“jesus christ, sweetheart. you’re gonna be the death of me,” he breathes, almost purring against your skin. his teeth nibble at your skin and it makes you giggle; his favorite sound in the world. you can feel his smile before you see it, when he lifts his head and gazes down at you with the most charming and boyish grin. he adores you, and tells you as much before he’s dipping his head back down to smother you in slick, eager kisses that make your head spin.

billy takes his time working you up, littering your body with lovebites and feeling the way you writhe beneath him. it’s not long before he has you gasping his name, pulling at his hair and begging him for things that used to make you blush, things that you used to be too shy to say in front of him. you aren’t shy anymore, though. you know billy will always give you anything you ask for.

your hands reach down to pull your little nightie off, and he growls softly, catching your wrists in his hands and pinning them above your head.

“leave it on, baby. please? for me?”

yeah. yeah, he likes you in anything, but soft frills may be his favorite.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Sunshine, Lollipops, and Rainbows 4

Warnings: non/dubcon, clashing personalities, exclusion, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: moody boy Curtis Everett x bubbly, plus-size reader

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You vow yourself to confinement. You will not leave your desk for any reason. You even brought a thermos of coffee. The container is a honey brown and the lid has bear ears, an animated face painted on the metal. It makes you smile despite the gloom that clouds you.

You don’t know how it happens. You always mean well but things always end up so wrong. So you’ve determined you’re better off on your own. Minding your own business and getting through the work day without calamity.

It’s lonely. You eat your lunch in your cubicle, watching a crochet video on the small screen of your phone. You still can’t figure out how to get just the right shape for the hippo you’ve been working on. It’s the final piece in your collection; to go along with the giraffe, the elephant, lion, and zebra. With your new job, you haven’t even had the energy to try.

You get back to work, eyes fuzzy as you stare at the spreadsheet. Millennia of human existence and for what? For excel and stale coffee? Is this really progress?

You reign in your wandering mind and work through the numbers. You just want to get through your first week. That will be a feat you can be proud of. You drain the last lukewarm sip from your thermos and pout. You could really use a refill but you will resist. You can’t risk it.

At the end of the day, you sneak out down the stairwell. You’re breathless by the time you reach the bottom, dizzy from the winding levels above. You shake it off and head off. You could use a nice hot bath, those office chairs are really not comfy.

Your night goes by as any does. You get your bath and eat some ramen before tucking into bed and mindlessly scrolling on your phone. You fall asleep with the light on and wake up to the blare of your alarm the next morning. 

It’s Friday! You get up and get dressed. A lilac skirt that buttons up the front and a frilly white blouse on top. You pull on a lemon yellow cardigan and a pair of matching flats. It’s bright and fun! Unlike anything else in that gray office.

You shove one of the pillows from the couch into your bag, the one that looks like a sprinkle donut, and grab your thermos. You race out to catch the bus and throw yourself into the day ahead. You just need to make it to the end and you have the whole weekend ahead of you.

Once at your cubicle, you settle in. You place the donut pillow on the thin cushion of the office chair and kneel on the floor as you work at readjusting the backrest and arms. You get up and plop down, testing the height and swiveling a bit. It’s slightly better.

You roll closer to your desk and boot up for the day. You reach for your pen cup but stop short as you find only the boring Bic sticks that overflow the supply cupboards. Huh?

You reach under your desk and grab your bag. You stir around, certain you careless slid your pen in there. You can’t find it! Your most favourite pen is gone. There’s a tiny penguin at the end and the pen’s body is filled with water and glitter that shimmers and looks like falling snow. Where is it?

Your panic has you searching the empty drawers of the desk and down on your knees crawling around. You don’t find it. You give up as your chest sinks and you mope at your monitor, clicking mindlessly on your Outlook and the company’s shared drive. 

You sit back and uncap your thermos. You take a drink and nearly choke. Oh no! It’s so bitter it leaves your tongue gritty. The filter must’ve split in the machine again. You let out a blech and get up, letting your chair roll back carelessly.

You go down to the break room and dump the coffee down the sink. That’s when you remember you’re not supposed to be in there. Shoot. You look around. It’s empty. You should have time enough to fill your cup.

You go to the machine and pick a pod from the rack. You don’t pay attention to the flavour, you just want coffee. You wait for the machine to grind and claim your cup as the brew stops below the brim. You quickly retreat back to your desk and sit, leaving the lid off the thermos to let it cool.

Ow! Your tailbone hits the thin seat and jars your spine. You get up and look down at the barren cushion. Your pillow is gone. What the heck?

You roll the chair around, thinking maybe you knocked it off when you stood up. It’s not that hard to miss. Nope, it’s gone. 

You look over at Dana as he yawns over a Starbucks cup. She has no donut under her bottom. Who would do that? Who would steal your pillow? You chew your lip and resign yourself to another day of discomfort.

You taste the coffee. Mmm, it must be the dark roast. It’s full-bodied and rich, slightly smoky. You don’t usually go for it, you prefer more caffeine. It might be good for you, you really don’t need the extra jitter.

You plant your elbow beside your keyboard and fall into your work. The office awakens around you. The clack of keys, the clicking of mice, and the low voices that rise and fall over cubicle walls. 

You lean back and check the time. Barely an hour in. You stretch your neck and massage your shoulders as you try to work out the kink of your poor posture. As you do, you sense a shadow approach Dana’s desk. You shift your chair and peek over, quickly wheeling back to your desk to hunch down and hide. It’s him.

“Phillips,” he calls her by her last name, “you still in charge of supplies?”

“Morning, Curtis,” she replies tritely, “what is it? We don’t have budget left for tech upgrades until end of month.”

“Coffee,” he growls, “dark roast.”

You tap your foot nervously. You didn’t know he liked the dark roast. If you did, you wouldn’t have taken the last pod. Maybe you should offer him what you have left… no, you should just leave him be.

“I’ll add it to the list,” Dana acquisces dismissively, “anything else?”

He grunts but doesn’t answer as he pivots on his heel. You peek up above the wall of your cubicle and immediately regret it. His attention is drawn by the movement and his eyes meet yours as his features twist into a scowl. You try to smile and he rolls his eyes before setting his shoulders and striding away.

Oh, you have an idea!

[katanablue]

Hey 👋 sorry forgot to put it in the ask box but here it is.

April who has a niece who is very innocent and soft spoken who also wears pink and blue frilly outfits that Leo can’t help but crush on her because she is so cute especially when the reader herself has never been in a relationship because of her shyness and Leo wants to be her first and last relationship. He ends up telling her that he wants to marry her someday.

Please and thank you 🙏

Warnings: romance, fluff, very minor suggestiveness

There was something about you that Leonardo couldn’t quite put his finger on, something that made his heart ache with the dire need to protect you from the ugliness of the world.

It certainly didn’t help that you had this sort of shy innocent aura about you, the way your eyes would blink in awe and wonder, whenever Donnie showed you his latest invention or when Mikey would display the latest trick he learned on his skateboard.

Even Raph couldn’t help the snort of amusement whenever your soft spoken voice praised him when he finished recalling a story about his Nightwatcher days or when he demolished yet another training dummy.

To add in to Leo’s strange infatuation with you, you always wore either these pink or blue outfits adorned with frills, as if they added to your wholesome demeanor. Be it skirts, dresses, shorts, blouses or even a tank top, something on you always had a frill of some sort and Leo wanted nothing more than to grab the fabric between his three fingers and rub it between them. Especially when the blue was a particular shade nearly similar to his mask color.

All these things yet it never truly occurred to the terrapin that he could possibly have a crush on you.

No because you were April’s niece; so sugary sweet once you opened up to them in due time, your innocence beaming onto Leo and his brothers like a beacon of light in their mostly dark world.

Leo suppresses his steadily growing feelings for you by focusing more on his training, making sure his brothers are in tip top shape, maintaining a proper and civil relationship with you whenever you came down to visit them.

But it proved to be more difficult the more he saw you. For he wanted nothing more than to hold you in his arms, take you to the rooftop and cradle you under the moonlight while whispering sweet nothings against your ear.

What the leader in blue didn’t know is that you harbor the same feelings back, however are way too painfully shy to ever say anything about it. Not to him at least.

Imagine Leo’s surprise when he stops by April and Casey’s one night to pick up a book that she recommended for him, Casey not present, and before he makes his presence known, hears a conversation going on between the two of you.

“I just… I don’t know, Aunt April.” You mumble while playing with your fingers, gaze cast downward.

From Leo’s place on the balcony, he can see the two of you sitting at the kitchen table with your back to him, April seated a bit sideways but still facing you.

“How long have you felt this way about him?” April asks you gently.

You shrug, still occupied with your hands.

“Awhile. But I could never say anything to him.”

Him? Who’s him?

“Well why not? You never know, he could feel the same way towards you.”

Leo almost laughs at the adorable way you scoff and roll your eyes but stops himself from doing so when the thought of someone else being yours overtakes it.

“Even if he did I’d have no idea how to act. Surely there’s no way Leo would wanna be with someone who has no experience whatsoever…”

Now that makes his heart stop and then rapidly speed up. Him? Your crush was on… him?

Your statement makes April snort, her hand coming out to place a comforting touch on your knee. She gives you a sympathetic smile along with a tender squeeze.

“I mean, not to sound like that but guarantee that Leo nor his brothers have had any sort of experience.” She chuckles and leans back in her chair.

Ouch. True, but ouch.

“I think you should tell him! Because even if he doesn’t reciprocate, which he will, it’s good practice for you to get out your shell. No pun intended.”

Has he been that obvious with his feelings for you? And he thought he was doing such a good job at hiding them. What’s the point of being a ninja if you can even mask your feelings for someone…

“Trust me, honey. Raph told me last time I was down in the Lair with you guys.”

Both your and Leo cheeks flush furiously, the turtle trying to remember what exactly he did the last time the two of you were down with them for Raph to pick up on his crush on you.

Then again, his hot headed brother is the most perceptive out of all of them.

Leo decides to wait a few minutes before tapping his knuckles on the window, the little jump you make followed by the comically wide eyed expression you put on makes Leo just want to scoop you up and tell you that he feels the same. But he decides to keep his lips sealed for a little while longer, at least until he can get you alone and properly confess his feelings.

Because he wants to engrave into your pretty little mind that he will be your first and most certainly last relationship.

He makes pleasant chitchat with you and April after she hands him the book, trying to subtly display his crush on you by maintaining proper eye contact and even standing just a smidge closer to you before bidding his farewells and heading back towards the window.

He turns around one last time, looking at April and then to you. He throws you a soft wink, hating that he can’t see your reaction for he swiftly bolts out after doing so. He doesn’t miss the sharp inhale you take from your nose however, that small noise boosting Leo’s ego immensely.

—-

It’s nearly a week later when you finally come back to visit them, Leo’s little stunt having made you short circuit and causing April to comfort you while trying to hold back her own smile.

Leo lets himself grin big when you step into the main area of the Lair, once again dressed up in what he’s come to realize is his favorite blue skirt decorated with frills. He can’t help but let his eyes roam over your legs, picturing you draping them across his lap while he runs his fingers up and down—

“Yo Leo! Your girlfriend wants to talk to ya!”

Oh he could smack Raph upside the head for that comment, your hand flying to cover your mouth from his blunt attitude. Raph however, is tired of seeing the two of you dance around each other and if he has to light the match to get flame going then so be it.

Leo makes his way to you, sheepish smile on his lips and extends his hand to give an apologetic touch. It isn’t out of the ordinary for him or you, but given the new information you’ve both acquired, there’s an underlying sense of something else to it.

“You wanted to talk?” He lets the tips of fingers trail down the length of your arm as he pulls it away.

“Oh! Um, yes.” Your hands come together to twist and tug, the sudden wave of nerves hitting you all at once. Leo knows he has to take initiative but he lets himself bask in that cute bashful expression upon your features, the way your lips open and close to try and start your sentence but never even getting a peep out.

“How about we move this conversation somewhere else?” He suggests gently, nudging his head towards a vague direction. You silently thank him for taking the lead, offering a faint smile and lowering your hands down. You end up walking side by side towards the tea room he and Splinter often spend time in. Leo allows his hand to brush delicately against yours as you walk, side glancing you every time he does so to see those faint quirks of your lips go upward.

God he wants to hold your hand so bad but he restraints himself, not wanting to overwhelm you especially when you haven’t even confessed yet.

He motions for you to sit first with a sweep of his arm. You fold your skirt under your thighs before sitting down, looking up when Leo asks if you want a cup of tea before talking.

“It’ll help calm your nerves.” He jokes softly, happy when you agree.

When the tea’s done, he sets the cup in front of you, a comforting touch on your shoulder before he goes to sit across from you. The silence is peaceful, both of you blowing air to cool down your drinks before taking a sip. You hum in delight, closing your eyes as the earthy flavors blend on your tongue and the temperature pleasant on your throat. Leo clears his own and sets his tea down, sitting on his knees and resting his palms on his thighs.

“So,” he starts. “You wanted to speak with me?”

The nerves churn in your stomach and your palms come to circle around your hot cup, the burn doing just enough to steady you.

“Um, yeah I did.”

You can do this. Just say it! Say you like him! Take the plunge!

“I—“

“I like you.”

You blink in surprise, eyes going wide at Leo’s sudden confession. Once again your mouth parts, quiet intakes of breath passing in and out as you try and conjure up a sentence. Your fingers tap against the cup as you attempt to unscramble your brain, his sentence making you lose all sense of thought. He patiently waits for you, unable to prevent his smile from forming as he takes in your shocked expression.

“Sorry—“

“I like you too,”

Your voice is quiet, nearly a breath of a whisper but he heard you.

You surprise yourself when you blurt out the secret that’s been on your mind from the moment you met Leonardo, but you feel so much lighter when the confession leaves your lips.

Leo gets up from his spot and sits next to you, taking your hands in his and bringing them close to his plastron. Your heart picks up speed, doing your best to keep your focus on him but ultimately you look away from his gaze. Leo lets go of one of your hands to turn your face back to him, letting his fingers linger on your jaw.

“I,” you flex your fingers in his hold, “I really like you. A lot.” Even when you murmur, it makes his heart skip a beat.

“I really like you too. A lot.” He chuckles, scooting an inch closer so that your knees touch. “I promise to take care of you. To love and cherish you until my very last breath.”

You grin at him, laughing softly at his declaration.

“You sound like you’re saying vows.” You tease.

“Do I? Consider it practice since I want to marry you someday,”

Leo’s confidence is something that attracted you in the first place. But his statement nearly takes your breath away.

“Marry me?” You whisper in disbelief.

He gives a single nod, leaning in close to brush his lips against your cheek.

“Marry you.”

His kiss on your skin makes you feel golden, breathless and lightheaded all at the same time. Your smile is one for the books, cheeks nearly reaching your eyes when he pulls back to admire your love struck gaze.

“Can I kiss you?”

It would be a first for him and certainly for you, but you can’t think of someone better than to share this experience with.

“Please.” You mouth happily, pressing your lips together in excitement when his touch on your jaw shifts to take hold of your chin.

It’s featherlight his kiss, Leo not wanting to overwhelm you but after a few seconds even the ever patient pristine ninja can’t help but press his mouth ever so slightly harder against yours.

He’s pleasantly surprised when you try to part you lips to feel him more.

He wants to ravish you, skim his mouth over every inch of your body, touch you wherever he can and taste you—

He pulls back at his intrusive thoughts, chuckling in embarrassment when he feels the beginnings of arousal form within himself like some kind of pre teen.

Your eyes open to find his brown ones staring intently, his grip on you tightening a bit. His tongue peeks out to run over his teeth, another bashful laugh sounding in your ears.

“If you’re comfortable, we can take this to my room? Talk more about us and maybe…?”

He knows he’s being cheeky, the tilt of his head says enough. But when you flutter your pretty eyes at him, letting your perfect lips shape into that ‘o’, he knows that you’re going to have him wrapped around your finge until the end of time.

[serial-killers-hope]

Could you do a thing for ronin with a partner that’s transmasc but dresses really fem and feels really insecure and like they aren’t an actual guy because of how they present?

(totally not projecting shhhhhhh)

Ah, well. I’ve been planning this for quite awhile actually… well, I suppose you wouldn’t mind some of my work again. ~ DP

CW / TW :

- Gender Dysphoria

- Running / Intrusive Thoughts

- Anxiety

SPOILERS FOR KILLER CHAT

Enjoy.

Petticoats and Blood.

You stared at the coord you had made yourself for the next day. The mannequin sported your petticoat and purse for the next day. Dressing pretty and very nice was your forte after all. Even if it did garner unwanted criticism from so-called “normal” people. It made you happy to dress in frilly skirts, ruffled blouses, cute bonnets. The works for your average sweet style that everyone either loved or criticized ( for whatever reason… )and it made you question whatever was going on through their minds as well.

You hesitate for a second, hanging up the dress and putting away the jewelry for the night. Until your phone pings with a notification and ultimately throws off your insecure thoughts for the moment.

You pick up the phone, eyes narrowed as you stared at the text that the man you who had fallen for ( which you questioned why Ronin had put his name as “ Thy Divine Devil “ ) spammed your phone.

goreboy : darlin’

goreboy : come On. im bored and I want to see Your Pretty mug :)

You frown a bit, the word pretty sticking out like a sore thumb. In all honesty, you never bothered to correct him so how would he even know? All he knew was your identity change and your identity struggles. He’d help with the process, buying you your binder was a plus you didn’t know you needed and a man who knew how to inject testosterone to satisfy your euphoric needs?

Double whammy.

Ronin kept spamming, your frown evident as you shot him a text with a exasperated sigh.

[ User ] : What’s up? :)

You watched as his username popped up and slowly typed. Your impatience grew as you planted yourself down onto your bed with a quiet tap of your foot. Nose scrunched as your dysphoria feuded with your mentality. Hands gripping your phone as his message came through.

goreboy : can’t I just try to See You?

goreboy : But nahhhh, i’ll keep you updated when I see You :)

goreboy : i love you darlin’. keep Your Head up.

Your heart clenched as your throat tightened with a gentle tug of your vocal cords. Your voice didn’t even want to leave as you opened your mouth to say something into the random void of your goddamn room.

“Damn…”

You muster up the word, immediately jumping up to get dressed into some random clothes you had strewn about. Eyes alert and teary as you shrugged on some hoodie that Ronin had gave you some time ago. It’s material plush and gentle on the body. Black in color with a skull on its front.

It honestly screamed Ronin.

Your hand traced the pattern, sighing as you slipped on your shoes and grabbed your keys.

You usually dressed up, even for something simple as this ( meeting Ronin at his usual alleyway ) and even doing a minimal amount of makeup. But you shrugged off the heavy feeling, the dysphoria practically screaming as you got into the car that Ronin had fixed a few months prior to your ‘accidental’ meeting.

You parked a few blocks away from the spot, scrambling out and locking the car before jogging to the alleyway. Your eyes darted around slightly as you made your way down the pathway. Eyes drifting to a specific brick wall that the two of you had met at.

“… huh?”

Ronin slumped against the wall, grinning as he noticed your steps.

“Hey darlin’… how are-“

He cuts himself off, his eyes drifting over your body with a furrowed brow and a small frown which was immediately replaced with a smile.

“Lazy day?”

“You can say that.”

Ronin obviously wasn’t satisfied with the answer, arms crossing as he approached and looked you dead in the eye. Noticing the redness, the puffy texture around them, and the fake smile you usually pulled on bad dysphoria days with a subtle grunt.

“What’s wrong?”

You shift a bit, rocking on the heels of your feet as you shrugged slightly and looked away. Your brows furrowed a bit as he leaned to meet your facial level.

“Nothing… just a bad dysphoria day.”

Immediately, he scowled. His arms suddenly wrapping around you in a comforting hug as he whispered nothing but affirmations to you. It made all the pent up emotions in your body spill out onto the floor. Soft sobs and quiet chokes escaping as you reciprocated the hug and sobbed into his chest.

“I’m not normal, why can’t I be normal…”

Ronin sighs, pressing a gentle kiss against the top of your head. His warmth, inviting and comforting as he whispered into your ear.

“Were we ever normal?”

[fossette-promenade]

I don't often talk about Taobao brands on here, despite it being very popular. Chinese lolita brands are a great option if you're on a budget, want to buy something brand new, and usually have a wider size range than Japanese lolita.

Chinese lolita fashion is a little different from Japanese style. I notice that Chinese style is a bot more extravagant, with lots of details, frilly collars, extra laces, bows, and embroidery sewn into the dress. While Japanese style often has a structured JSK, with lace just on the hem and a bow at the waist. One style isn't better than the other, and there's always a variety! It's just something I don't often see talked about.

see how the chinese style has the corset ribbons, larger necklace+bow, extra lace on the blouse, very full skirt? Both so beautiful! Chinese lolita is like a princess meeting her prince for the first time, Japanese style is like a princess strolling around town~

It can be hard to navigate through quality lolita pieces vs. mass produced, fast fashion lolita when shopping on Taobao. It is important to check the shop for details like: is the general brand aesthetic cohesive? Do they have a brand name at all? Is it a "too good to be true" price? (<$25) Try reverse image searching the product and seeing if it's sold on Aliexpress or Amazon.

Here are some Taobao brands I recommend if you like classic/sweet lolita:

Akane & Alois

Forest Wardrobe

Sheep Puff (shoes)

NyaNya

Mademoiselle Pearl

Raschel Gallery

Miss Point

huayegeye (jewelry)

There are many others as well!

I highly recommend buying shoes and purses from taobao especially. There are very many cute designs, will last longer, are more affordable, and have more size options.

You can use a shopping service like Superbuy (I have used and like it!) or many people in my comm recommend 42lolita or ChineseLolitaUpdates on Facebook. (Haven't used personally)

What do you think? Do you like Chinese lolita style? Have you shopped on Taobao before? Recommend any other brands? Let me know!

[yanderelionwrites]

Lovely (Yandere!Momo Yaoyorozu x Reader)

Momo wants nothing more than to dress you up ❤️

Content Warning: yandere, implied kidnapping, manipulation, being forced to wear outfits/dresses, suggestive themes

Word Count: 792

“Come on out, (Name)! I want to see you!”

Momo’s voice was muffled behind the bathroom door, but her cheery and eager tone came through clearly. You despised it, just as much as you despised the bright red frilly dress that currently clung to your form. It mocked you from the reflection of the massive sink mirror, as well as from the full-length one attached to the door. You were being forced to indulge in one of Yaoyorozu’s “fashion shows”, as she had just bought you hundreds of new clothes and she insisted that she see you in every single one. Who knows what outfit number you were wearing at this point. All you wanted right now was to curl up in something that you actually found comfortable and take a long nap. Momo won’t let you go until she’s satisfied, however.

“Are you alright in there, dear? Do you need any help?” She was knocking on the door now, impatient as ever. Your hands gripped the fabric of the dress’s skirt, jaw clenching your teeth together.

“No!” You said a little too forcibly. Clearing your throat, you continued, “I’m- I’m good! I’m ready now.”

“Well, don’t be shy then! This is one of my favorite dresses I’ve picked out for you!” Momo’s hand jiggled the doorknob and you thanked the Lord that you had locked it earlier.

Sighing, you complied with her wishes and hesitantly opened the bathroom door, revealing yourself to Yaoyorozu’s gleaming eyes. She cooed at you, and you cringed at her obsessive stare.

“Well, don’t you look just lovely,” She said, twirling her finger in the air to get you to spin. You did so half-heartedly. “I knew it would look perfect on you.”

“Momo, are we almost done? It’s been nearly two hours…” You asked as she returned to the piles and piles of clothes that lay on top of the massive bed she had bestowed upon you. She was already searching for another outfit to dress you up in.

“Don’t you want to try the rest of these on? I went through all the trouble of picking each one out for you,” She responded, trying to decide what top would go well with the pink pleated skirt that was in her hands.

“I didn’t ask you to buy me more clothes, nor did I need any. I already have a ton from your previous shopping sprees,” You mutter, but it was loud enough for Momo to hear. She whipped around to glare at you, folding her arms as she drew closer.

“You should be grateful you even have any clothes to wear. I can take them all away if that’s what you want. Would you rather walk around bare? Because I can make that happen in an instant, dear,” Her tone was surprisingly calm despite the words coming out of her mouth, but it intimidated you all the same. This was how it was with Yaoyorozu. One minute she can be all cheery and kind, the next, she’s domineering and stern. Sometimes it’s hard to tell when something will set her off.

You quickly shook your head as you stared into her piercing gray eyes. “No- No! I am grateful, really! I…I just, I’m just a little tired…that’s all,”

Momo was quiet for a bit as she studied you, and you breathed a sigh of relief when her frown turned into a soft smile, seeming to accept your answer.

“Alright, we can stop for now. Just one more outfit, and then we’ll be done,” She said.

You nodded, content enough with the compromise. It was the best you were gonna get.

Momo picked up a small, pink paper bag that had been hiding behind the mounds of clothes. You didn’t recognize the name on the side of it, but it looked and sounded like another fancy and expensive brand Yaoyorozu would buy from. You expected her to pull out a nice blouse or maybe another skirt, but what she did pull out immediately made your face pale.

The black-haired woman beamed as she proudly showed you a lacy set of red lingerie, complete with a garter belt and stockings. She practically shoved the ensemble into your hands and pushed you back towards the bathroom.

“This is the last one, I promise!” Momo exclaimed, her excitement greatly contrasting your utter disgust and horror. She wasn’t serious, was she? Like hell you would wear this for her!

You stumbled into the much-too-big bathroom, though right now it felt like a suffocating box. Turning around, you watched as Momo slowly closed the door, the last thing you see being the sickening grin plastered on her face.

“Don’t keep me waiting, dear~ It will only draw this out even longer.”

[bluravenite]

I would love to hear any little headcanons you have about the ghouls, perhaps thoughts about the different ghouls styles if that’s something you’ve thought about :)

I do have ideas for their style but it's something very abstract in my mind so I'mma try to explain it to the best of my abilities??

Dew: black band shirts ripped years and scrappy leather boots chains and jewelry.

Rain: flowy shirts, very frilly, fitted clothes, fitted pants and jeans, either flat sneakers or fancy boots, he often wears dresses too. And he has lots of simple pretty hats to keep the sun off his face.

Aether: dad. But fashionable? Lots of cardigans and vests, button up print short sleeve shirts, and cuffed slacks, with fancy mm but comfy flat shoes.

Mountain: he wears tank tops with layered solid color button up cotton short sleeves. Usually with some kind of cropped or cuffed pant or shorts. He also wears lots of open toed shoes, or flats sneakers on occasion. He can be a fancy boy though.

Phantom/aeon: he's low-key the dress up doll of everyone so he will wear frilly shirts or button ups, normal black tshirts, lose or fit pants, he cares more about looking nice in whatever he's wearing than what he is wearing, he also has nice shoes but prefers sneakers and likes being comfortable in his clothes.

Swiss: leather jackets, flannels, tank tops, tshirts that are too tight for his own good, muscle tanks, lose pants, sweatpants, nice shoes or sneakers depending on occasion. On hot summer days he wears open button up shirts with no undershirt, shorts and open toed sandals or something of the like.

Aurora: she's like the vampire goth girly, she will wear frilly blouses with big sleeves, puffy dresses and sheer fabrics and either Mary Jane's or demonia style boots. She's kinda like a Gothic academia and very mild pastel goth. If you ask her what her inspiration is, it would be Morticia Adams in her fashionable youth, before she became a fashionable milf ofc.

Cirrus: she's pretty laid back but likes to look nice, she will wear the fancy cocktail dresses and look so hot everyone wants to melt into the pits of hell. She wears fitted clothes and a sort of comfortable but polished style, you'll never see her in just one style of clothing though, she's kind of like a really well dressed hot millennial.

Cumulus: LOVES lives comfy stuff, anything that's like soft or cotton she loves wearing, so she will often have fluffy cute sweaters or pretty tops shiny tops she loves showing her skin but also being cozy so skirts, shorts and sweatpants or cute fitted pants are always the way, she also loves pretty flowy sundresses and cropped or flowy shirts. The ghoulettes spend HOURS helping her find just what she wants and making it fit perfectly just for her.

This is the main ghouls but!! Lmk if you want a part two with other ghouls like zeph, ifrit, alpha, cowbell, etc!!

[lonesome-witching]

Truth or Dare

A wardrobe change as requested by @allnewtpir. I hope you enjoy yet another ronance prompt. More coming soon.

Do you have any prompts yourself? Or do you want to dive into what I wrote before? You can read my previous prompts or send me some new ones.

“No, no, no. Nance, I’m not wearing that,” Robin complained, pointing at Nancy’s outfit. She would not be punished over Nancy picking dare in this stupid game.

“Oh, come on, Robin. Just play along. It’s only for a little bit.” Steve took a sip of his drink.

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. It’s not even your turn. Steve just has to think of something else,” Nancy said, a hand reaching out for Robin.

It was a little pathetic that that touch was enough for Robin to cave. “No, it’s fine. I’ll do it.” She was already crawling up to her feet. Maybe she should have another drink before pulling herself into Nancy’s clothes.

“Are you sure, Robs?” Nancy stood up too, much more gently than Robin had.

Robin nodded. She was staring. She shouldn’t be staring. Clothes swapping wasn’t that big of a deal. She had worn Nancy’s clothes before. Yes, it had been awful, but she had survived. Even if it had felt like she had been shocking the entire time.

“Alright, we should do this in the bathroom.” Nancy grabbed Robin’s arm, pulling her into the bathroom.

Robin felt her heartbeat pick up. She was pathetic. She was hopeless. She needed help. What had become of her?

Nancy was wearing a light blue blouse and black skirt. Or at least, she had been before she stripped to her underwear. Robin turned around quickly. Robin pulled her flannel and oversized shirt, she thought it might be Steve’s, off. She held out the shirt until Nancy took it off her hands.

“Here,” Nancy giggled, replacing the shirt with her own blouse. “I’m not entirely sure what Steve is going to get out of it.”

“Me neither, it seems more like he’s trying to torture me than you.” Robin pulled her pants off with the blouse still hanging open. She really should have put on a bra.

“Did you do anything to anger him?” Nancy asked, her voice trailing off at the end.

Robin turned her face, noticing the soft blush on Nancy’s cheeks as her eyes were glued to Robin’s bare legs. “I don’t think so.”

“Okay.” Nancy bit her lip.

Robin pulled the skirt on, quickly buttoning her blouse, Nancy’s blouse, the blouse. It scratched her skin a bit, but not as badly as the frilly pink thing did back in spring break. She could manage this.

When she turned around, fully dressed, she noticed Nancy still only half clothed. Still staring. Robin cleared her throat. Nancy looked at the textile in her hands.

“Should I leave?” Robin asked, her eyes glued to Nancy’s hands, her fingers toying with the fabric.

“No, just a second.” Nancy pulled the pants on.

“Don’t forget the flannel.” Robin reached down to hand it over.

“Of course not.” There was a smile on her face as she pulled on the flannel. Robin had to admit Nancy looked great. She should wear Robin’s clothes more often. This was not going to end well for Robin. If she had been staring before, she surely wouldn’t look away now.

-

Nancy hadn’t stopped staring ever since they had gotten changed. There was something about this specific outfit that glued Nancy’s eyes to the other girl. She wasn’t sure if she should thank Steve or kick him in the balls. Maybe both.

But Robin just looked so good in her clothes. Nancy wished she could take them off her. God, she was pathetic.

“Robin, truth or dare?”

“Truth?”

“Perfect,” Steve said with a smile and Robin’s face betrayed her worry. “What do you think of Nancy wearing your clothes?”

“I think she looks great. She always looks great of course. But the clothes suit her. It’s different from what she usually wears, of course. They’re my clothes. But they look great on her too. Probably look better on her than on me,” Robin rambled, not once looking over at Nancy.

“What about you, Nancy?”

“It’s not my turn.”

“True, just thought you might want to share.”

“She looks great. She always does,” Nancy admitted, not looking away from Robin. Steve seemed content with the answer. There was a smile on his face that was too cocky to be good. If Nancy didn’t know any better, she’d thought he was up to something.

-

Steve was up to something. Robin would get her revenge. But first she had to survive this night. One she’d be spending alone with Nancy, in the same bed. She wasn’t sure how she’d survive this.

“Which side of the bed do you prefer?” Nancy asked, toying with the edge of Robin’s shirt that she was still wearing.

“I don’t care. Either is good.”

“Alright, I’ll take left?” Nancy took off the flannel.

“Sure.”

Robin would be fine. Robin would be fine. Robin was not fine. Nancy was undressing right in front of her and Robin was going to die. She grabbed her own shirt off the floor after Nancy dropped it and rushed out of the room.

When she returned Nancy was laying in bed, covered by the sheets. Robin joined her, only wearing her own shirt and her underwear.

“Goodnight, Nance,” Robin said, turning her back to the other girl.

“Goodnight, Robin,” Nancy replied, throwing her arm over Robin’s waist.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

tyvm for 8k+ followers!! 😭

Ignore the crazy number of drafts I have—

WEHHH 🥺 You guys keep surprising me time and time again! Like I always say, thank you for the support!! Each and every one of you has been such an integral part of this journey.

At the 7k follower milestone, I revealed seven NRC dorm uniform designs for Miss Raven (my TWST OC and blog mascot/muse!). For this milestone, I’ll do the same, but for RSA and NBC uniforms 🎵 They’re just sketches, but I hope you find them interesting all the same! I designed them with the prompt of "what if Raven ended up at a different school than NRC" in mind. How would these new environments and students shape her as she learns and grows?

Royal Sword Academy

The hairstyle for RSA!Raven is similar to NRC!Raven, but with the pigtails lifted much higher to represent a shift in her place and role in the world. It's crazy how just the pigtails being higher makes her look so different... almost kind of resembles Hatsune Miku! You'll also notice that it's not actually a single large chunk of hair curling in each pigtail; it's meant to look sort of like two segments intertwining (think like OMGkawaiiAngel from Needy Streamer Overload, but with thicker hair; it looked weird when Raven's hair wasn't thick).

RSA!Raven's look is a mixture of what a tomboyish, active princess would wear and what a more traditional princess would wear. The base look is very Snow White-inspired, since that's an important and historical film for Disney. She has a little red bow clipped to the center of her hair, puff sleeves that resemble the ones on Snow White's dress, and her collar is high and poofs out similar to Snow White's. The bow also appears on her boots, which are high and come with a stable sole for trekking around.

Raven's jacket is long and boasts a flamboyant train that flares out, and with the sash repurposed to her waist and the pleated skirt, it gives the illusion of a dress. On top, she wears a frilly blouse and a cravat of raven feathers. Cinched as an accessory atop the cravat is her magestone inlaid in an RSA brooch. She wears a pair of safety shorts under her skirt so she can run and climb without worry. What if there's a cat stuck in a tree or an old lady that needs help crossing the street?! Have no fear, the tomboyishly heroic Raven-san will come help!!

This version of Raven is much more upbeat and outgoing! Since RSA is a place that promotes teamwork, she's now the type that's eager and willing to fight for her friends and to help those in need! Raven's still ever the curious intellectual, but at RSA, where her wishes and hopes for the future are planted, watered, and left to bloom, she's much more open about sharing her dreams and confiding in others. No trust issues here! In fact, maybe she's a little too trusting (much like how she initially started off at NRC). Even though she may have girlish dreams and small stature, you shouldn't underestimate her! She can pack quite a punch with her small fists and loudmouth. RSA!Raven is a classic bright, doe-eyed do-gooder that would surely piss the NRC boys off. When she's not writing a story, she's going around with Chenya and seeing what fun new things lie in store for her. (It's rare that you'll find Raven cooped up in a room!) She's also the first to admit wrongdoing or defeat if she's done something wrong or stepped out of line. RSA!Raven is just honest to a fault, and it's usually Chenya who has to talk her out of apologizing for everything. "Mmm? What's the big deal if we sneak onto NRC campus? Sure, they may not like us, but there's no rule against paying a visit to old friends! You should come along~ I bet it'll be real fun!"

Noble Bell College

NBC!Raven doesn't have too many outrageous modifications (like, no super short skirts here) to her outfit because in my mind, the school is pretty conservative and wouldn't stand for that. There's a ribbon tied in her beret, as well as another at her chest to secure the diamond-cut magestone there. Usually the shawl NBC students wear is all cloth, but I layered it so there's cloth over Raven's usual feather shawl. The sash coming from her shoulders is also longer and cut a little differently to help signal that she's an anomaly within the student body. Her collar is also a little looser to help her breathe. Last but not least, Raven decided to personalize her uniform a little bit by tying a loose piece of fabric over the longer robes underneath. It has golden beading along the hem, which resembles a piece on Esmeralda's own skirt. Raven wears strings of pearls on her waist in her original NRC outfit, so I thought this would be a neat parallel for her NBC look.

I wanted Raven's hair here to be simple, so it's let down and falls in natural loose waves. Some of it is over her shoulder, but the rest is behind her back, so this helps to slightly differentiate it from the other hairstyles she has worn before. I think it helps to give the impression that she's a studious scholar, but there's a cute and quirky side to her too.

If you thought NRC!Raven was an introvert, hoo boy 😅 you haven't seen anything yet! In the quiet solace of Noble Bell's untarnished halls, peace reigns supreme. Under the watch of the Bell of Salvation, Raven has blossomed into a quiet, stoic, and innocent flower. She does her due diligence sweeping the floors and washing the gargoyles (greeting them every day with a soft smile), then writes stories by candlelight. In the afternoons, she likes to observe the townspeople from a seat at a cafe, or even from up on high, at the tallest tower in the city. Raven respects authority and the rules, and, above all else, believes that justice and equality should be upheld. As expected of someone growing up with the tales of the Just Judge!

If the bad influences of NRC aren't around to be bad influences on her, then surely Rollo will get the job done for them. Thing is, we don't see him acting out in the presence of his peers. This will, naturally, lead to Raven foolishly thinking that he's an excellent role model and thus strive to be just like him. She follows him around like a lost puppy and shyly asks him for advice on various things. Maybe she'd even be a member of student council (secretary?) and hope that her contributions will bring her ever closer to reaching the pinnacle that is the president. With the vice prez and aide, they form the Rollo Fan Club!

... And yet, even though she admires him so deeply, there's a part of her that suspects that Rollo-senpai isn't telling his whole story. She's incredible empathetic and good at reading people (after all, she talks to the stone statues around campus too!)--and her senses tell her that behind Rollo's calm demeanor and dependableness, there's something dark eating away at him. "I wish he would trust us enough to let us know," she says. But maybe someday he will open up to her. (ie Raven is so totally going, "I CAN FIX HIM!!")

[getsikndie]

Where I get my clothes, and where to buy clowncore fashion

Alright so, ever since I’ve started posting my outfits on here and instagram I’ve been frequently asked where I get my clothes so I decided to just make this post I can direst people to when they ask. What I’m going to be covering in this post is:

☆ Where I buy my clothes

☆ Where I got the specific pieces that are most frequently asked about

☆ Brands/shops that sell clowncore and kidcore fashion

☆ About where the pieces used in my urstyle sets come from

Let me know if you want me to make a clowncore style guide/ post with basics and recommendations for starting to wear the fashion.

WHERE I BUY MY CLOTHES

The answer to that is that majority of my clothes, and especially the more interesting pieces are bought second-hand, either from thrift stores or depop. If you’re looking for weird or colorful clothes, thrift stores and antique stores are the first place you should check because a lot of common things in clowncore fashion such as weird/ugly sweaters or colorful frilly blouses are vintage.

When buying stuff online, yes you can search for terms like “clowncore” or “kidcore” and get results from people who know those aesthetics, but I usually have better luck finding stuff I like by making a pinterest board of clothes I want, and then searching for specific items on depop and ebay. 

For example some of the things I search for are “colorful vintage sweater” “clown sweater” “colorful 80s blouse” “vintage rainbow sweater” “vintage bed jacket” “square dance dress”. I also search for old Lazy Oaf stuff, because I feel like 2010s Lazy Oaf goes well with clowncore. The only other brand I specifically search for is Eagles Eye, who made some of the weird sweaters I own.

Accessorizing is also important for this style, and you can find stuff like patterned socks/tights, novelty purses, and quirky earrings pretty easily on Amazon and Ebay. But I’d also recommend looking on Etsy to find more unique and better quality accessories.

WHERE I GOT SPECIFIC PIECES:

These are just the ones most frequently asked about so I thought I’d put them in here, if there’s something else not included here feel free to ask.

Blue clown face sweater: This was bought in 2016 from beautifulhalo.com and sold out soon after I got it. It’s actually a dupe of a very similar Lazy Oaf sweater that was sold out before that.

Red letter skirt: I actually made this myself out of a plain red circle skirt I thrifted, and some foam letters that you can buy in the kids arts and crafts section of walmart or similar stores.

Fuzzy red cartoon eye dress: This is from Lazy Oaf, I got it second hand on ebay.

Crayola crayons sweater: I bought this on ebay, the brand is the Eagle’s Eye.

Blue burger top: This is another Lazy Oaf piece I got on ebay.

M&M button up shirt: I got this in NYC from the M&M store there in 2019, I’m not sure if they still sell them or if they’re available online.

Red clown sweater: I bought this on Etsy in 2017 and I’m under the impression it was one of a kind, but I’m not 100% sure. 

Rainbow striped top: My mom got me this for Christmas in 2019 I think, and I’m pretty sure she got it from Amazon. It’s a dupe of a top made by Minga London, although the original uses a darker shade of blue. You can probably still find it if you search “rainbow stripe turtleneck” or something.

Rockafire Explosion Rolfe and Earle tee: Got this from https://www.cafepress.com/rockafireworld, they have merch of the other characters as well.

BRANDS/SHOPS THAT SELL CLOWNCORE AND KIDCORE FASHION:

Here are some links to brands, stores, and depop accounts that sell clowncore and kidcore type clothes. Note that some of them sell other clothes besides that so you might have to look through their stuff.

https://www.kinaandtam.com/ (Can be a bit pricey, but I’ve bought a sweater from them and it’s great quality, def recommend) 

https://www.lazyoaf.com/collections/lazy-oaf-x-nhozagri (while i feel like the lazy oaf aesthetic has shifted and become less kidcore over the years, they still do make colorful weird stuff sometimes)

https://theraggedpriest.com/  (have some cool colorful stuff if you look for it)

https://www.depop.com/kitschcore/ (vintage clothes)

https://www.depop.com/sweetcarolinesvintage/ (vintage clothes)

https://www.depop.com/sweaterweatherco/ (colorful sweaters)

https://www.depop.com/maekshift/ (clown costumes)

https://www.depop.com/bluebearboutique/ (colorful collars)

https://www.depop.com/mysticalbaby/ (jewelry)

https://katabasisagora.com/ (upcycled/altered pieces, featured in my urstyle sets multiple times)

https://www.etsy.com/shop/MaliciousDesignsLA (dresses and sets, very melanie martinez-esque but some also give me clown vibes)

https://www.etsy.com/shop/ichigoblack (bloomers, dresses and skirts)

https://www.etsy.com/shop/KawaiiKave (accessories)

https://www.etsy.com/shop/YellowThreadd (accessories)

https://www.etsy.com/shop/SistersEnchanted (clown collars)

https://rommydebommy.com/ (realistic food purses - super expensive but very cool i dream of owning one T_T)

https://www.fashionbrandcompany.com/ (duh)

That’s all I can think of atm, hopefully I’m not forgetting anything I know of

ABOUT MY URSTYLE SETS

If you follow me it might be because of my urstyle sets, aka outfit collages I’ve made on the website urstyle (it’s just like polyvore). I make these as moodboard basically, putting together outfits for whatever style I’m into at the current moment, but none of the pngs I use are my photos and only a couple of my sets include clothes that I own, since they’re more like pictures of outfits I wish I own. If I want to make outfits with my clothes I can just wear them lol

Some of the pictures I use I uploaded myself from pinterest or other websites, but I also use a lot of pictures that weren’t uploaded by me. For the majority of the clothes, I don’t know where they’re from or where to get them, although there are a few that I do know. If you want to know whether I know where a specific piece is from, just ask me, but please don’t ask the general question of “where are these clothes from” or “where do you buy these” under my urstyle posts since that broad of a question is hard to answer.

Hope this answered some questions people might have!

[ghoulishlygrey]

Ghosts / Chapter Two: Shooting

Chapter One / Chapter Three

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Arthur Morgan x fem!reader

Non-explicit but later chapters will be (eventual smut)

Read it on ao3

Enjoy!

Word count: 4387

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You had not gotten much sleep when the sun finally paints the sky pink. You only sit up when Mary-Beth stirs beside you, yawning before sitting up herself. 

“Morning.” She greets, rubbing her eyes. 

“Good morning.” You reply, leaning back on your hands as you watch the camp slowly wake up. You spot Arthur across the camp, already dressed in a red leather vest and black pants, he had forgone his hat today and was brewing coffee over the campfire. His eyes meet yours, and you look away instantly, a nervous feeling settling into your stomach. 

He was so intense, with eyes that burned right through you and a serious expression on his face. Maybe he was just being like this because you, an outsider, was getting comfortable in his camp. Then again, he is the one that brought you here in the first place.

Your hands fall to your lap and your gaze falls with it, taking in the state of your being. It dawns upon you that you have no clothes to wear today since yours needed to be washed. 

“Shit.” You say to yourself, but Mary-Beth hears and turns toward you. 

“What?” She asks, confused.

“It’s just that,” You trail off, not wanting to be a burden. “I have nothing to wear.” 

“Oh, is that all? Don’t worry, you can borrow something of mine.” She chirps, getting up and once again going to her trunk. Yep, you felt like a burden.

“Are you sure?” You ask, feeling awful. 

“Of course, can’t have you parading around in your nightgown all day.” She says, smiling. 

She pulls out a frilly pink blouse, red button up, and matching red skirt. You take them gratefully, disappearing behind the tent to get ready. You take the nightgown off before pulling on the borrowed clothes, leaving the top buttons of the shirt undone to show off your collarbone and frilly blouse. When you reappear, Mary-Beth is standing there with a gold and turquoise necklace and brown belt. 

“Can’t forget to accessorize!” She says, walking towards you with the necklace held out. She was being so nice, you couldn’t possibly accept. 

“Oh Mary-Beth I can’t accept this, this is too valuable.” You say, holding your hands up. 

“Nonsense.” She says, scooting past you so she was behind. Without another word she’s putting the necklace on you and all you can do is stand there and be grateful for her kindness. 

Next she’s wrapping the belt around your waist and doing the buckle. You were perfectly able to put on a belt and necklace, but something told you she was really enjoying having a new friend, so you let it slide, 

“You look perfect.” She says, going to her trunk to pull out a little mirror, she holds it up far away enough so you could see your outfit. You did look good, the belt was doing wonders for your waist and the necklace accentuated your decolletage perfectly. Plus it was comfortable, a step up from your previous outfit. 

You pull her into a hug, she reciprocates. 

“Say, I’ve got to introduce you to the other ladies!” She perks up, letting you go only to hold your hand as she leads you to a campfire surrounded by said ladies. 

“Alright!” You chuckle at her enthusiasm but are left feeling very nervous at the prospect of meeting new people. 

Before you know it you’re standing by her side as she gets their attention, you noticed they were all eating stew from metal bowls. 

“Ladies, this is-” She says your name, “And this is Tilly, Karen, Abigail and Sadie. Molly is around here somewhere but she doesn’t really hang out with us.” She lists them off, pointing to each one of them with the corresponding name.

“Who’s Molly?” You ask, looking around the camp.

“The grumpy redhead. She’s Dutch’s girl.” Mary-Beth says.

“I see.” You turn to the other ladies. 

“Hello, all.” You say, doing a little wave.

“Well, aren't you pretty.” Karen says, looking you up and down. “Couldn’t tell last night in the dark, but getting a good look at you now? Shoot, the boys will be all over you.” 

You hoped to God that wouldn’t be the case. 

“Thank you.” You say, not knowing what else you could say. 

“Karen, you’re coming off too strong, can’t you see you’ve scared her?” Tilly says, shaking her head. 

“Just telling it like it is.” Karen says, defending herself.

“Don’t mind her,” Abigail says, “Welcome to the campsite.” 

“Thank you.” You say again, giving her a warm smile. When it was just you and the ladies, things weren’t so scary, your survival didn’t seem like a distant prospect like it did when you were hogtied on the back of a horse. 

“You going to be sticking around?” Sadie says, taking another spoonful of stew into her mouth. As much as it didn’t look appetizing, your mouth began to water; you were hungry. 

“Hm?” You ask, the question catching you off guard. 

“Oh, I don’t- I don’t know what will happen.” You say honestly. You didn’t have many choices, a reality you were met with last night in your bedroll. If they let you go, you could continue with your journey to Canada, marry that old man and live your life as a housewife. You could try to go back to your father but he wouldn’t have it. Finally, and an option that didn’t seem viable until right now, you could stay here. Help out around the camp. Sure, that would also mean becoming an outlaw but your opinions were slim right now. You had no money, and no supportive relatives. Just a fondness for the outdoors and what was proving to be extremely bad luck.

“Mary-Beth!” Dutch’s raspy voice cuts across camp, you find its source standing next to a man in red, Arthur and an older man in a green coat lined with fur and yellow vest. 

“Yes, Dutch?” She replies, holding her hand over her eyes to block out the sun and see him more clearly. 

“Bring her here.” He motions over to where they’re standing. She nods, turning to you. 

“Well, we should get over there. Don’t want to keep them waiting.” She sees the anxious look on your face before saying, “You’ll be fine, I promise nothing bad is going to happen.” 

You nod, and she takes your hand as she leads you to the men, standing next to you as you plant yourself in front of Dutch.

“Thank you, Mary-Beth, that will be all.” Dutch says with a wave of his hand, dismissing her. She gives your hand a squeeze before turning and walking back towards the other girls. You don’t miss the way Dutch watches her leave, which you found odd. Wasn’t he with Molly?

“Arthur went out this morning to do some digging on you.” Dutch says, crossing his arms.

“There’s already word of the wealthy business owner’s daughter being snatched off her train in the middle of the night. Word travels fast.” He continues, looking over at Arthur who just remains transfixed on you. You avoid eye contact with either one of them, it was bad enough you lied about who you were, you weren’t going to interrupt. 

“So, what’s a wealthy canning company owner’s daughter doing on a train to Canada? And no lying this time.” He says, peering down his nose at you. You were so goddam intimidated right now.

“Look at the boss when he’s talking to you, girl.” The one in red hisses. You flinch, taken aback by the sudden hostility. He was mean looking, with longer blonde hair, and an icy blue stare, you made a mental note to avoid this man at all costs. 

“Take a walk, Micah.” The older man says. He seemed like the voice of logic here.

“I don’t take orders from you, Hosea. My orders come directly from Dutch.” He grins, a shiteating grin that makes a chill go down your spine.

“Micah.” Dutch says, cool and collected. “Take. A walk.” 

Micah huffs, at a loss for words as he turns away, and takes a walk.

You glance at Arthur, his lips are curved up into a smile. He clearly enjoyed that.

“Now,” Dutch says your name, “Tell me the truth, young lady. What were you doing on that train?” 

You saw no point in lying, hell, maybe they’d have sympathy for you since they were all about freedom and not doing what people told them to. 

“I was being married off to a man close to death. Had no choice in the matter, it’s as simple as that.” You state, plainly. 

“I see.” Dutch says pausing for a moment and looking over at Arthur. Arthur just nods.

“And my father wouldn’t take me back and he sure as hell will not pay you.” You plant your hands on your hips, Arthur chuckles, shaking his head.

“We got ourselves into it with this one.” Arthur says, still laughing. 

“Thank you, Arthur, very helpful.” Dutch says, almost scolding. You wondered what the relationship there was like. 

“I can be of use here.” You pipe up, in all of one second, making up your mind. There was no future for you anywhere else, you had to decide quickly what you were going to do and your brain spat this out when questioned. You were going to plead your case on why you’d be a good outlaw, you wouldn’t sit idly by and wash clothes. No, things were going to change for you, you were finally going to live a life you wanted. An exciting, fulfilling life.

“I suppose we could use another cook.” Dutch says, turning to Arthur, “Arthur why don’t you take her into town and get-” 

“No,” You interrupt, shaking your head and holding up your hands. 

“I’ve never been good at cooking. I can be useful somewhere else. Like standing guard or being an extra gun.” You defend yourself, listing out what you were sure you were capable of. Not only did your brothers teach you how to shoot, they taught you to not miss.

Dutch just stares at you, mouth slightly agape as he takes in what you just said.

“An extra- young lady, do you even know how to hold a gun?” He asks.

“Yes and I can shoot it too.” You say, defiantly, hands sliding from your hips to cross your arms. 

Your eyes slide over to Arthur again and he finally seems like he has something to say, chuckling, amused, and there’s a twinkle of something else there but you’re not sure where to place it.

“You really are something, y’know that?” He asks you, bending over slightly to light a match with his boot before bringing it to the cigarette in his mouth. 

You smile, for some reason. Twelve hours ago this man terrified you, now you were laughing with him. Weird. 

“Tell you what,” Dutch interrupts, “Arthur, take her to a field somewhere, set up some bottles, maybe shoot some birds. Treat this like a trial and we’ll see where it takes us.”

“Me? Dutch, I-” He sighs, looking from you to Dutch then back to you, “I have other things I could be doing.” 

“Just do it son, come back and report.” Dutch says, before turning to walk away, “We will find your place,” He says your name, making eye contact before turning away completely. 

You turn to Arthur, awaiting instruction or for him to point in the direction of his horse. But he’s just looking at you, his amused expression gone.

“What?” You ask, suddenly feeling insecure. Your eyes dip down to your feet, avoiding his heavy gaze. 

“You really know how to shoot?” He asks, his expression telling you he didn’t know whether to believe you or not. 

“Yes, my brothers taught me.” You say, eyes snapping back to his. They were so blue, with a hint of green. You weren’t sure why you noticed that, you just did.

“Fine,” He gestures over your shoulder, you follow it and find his horse hitched nearby. “I need to grab some ammo. I’ll meet you over there.” 

“What’s her name?” You ask, looking at the beautiful horse. She was a light gray, spotted shire, a hell of an animal, even if she was small for her breed.

“June.” He replies, giving you one last glance before walking back towards his tent.

“June.” You repeat to yourself, falling into step towards the  horse. Mary-Beth sees you and comes rushing to your side, Karen and Tilly are with her all of them look like they’re bursting with questions.

“Where y’all going?” Karen chimes in as you arrive at the horse, not daring to touch her yet as you didn’t know her temperament. 

“Shooting.” You say, simply. “They don’t believe I can, so they're testing me.” 

“Shooting?” Mary-Beth says, “Why would you wanna do that?”

“I like shooting.” You reply, shrugging. “My brothers taught me.” You say for what felt like the millionth time this morning. 

“I see.” Tilly says, smiling at you, “It’s refreshing to see a woman doing those things, usually the men handle all that stuff.” 

“Hopefully I pass whatever test they’re putting me up to.” You grin, looking at your new friends. You were happy they were here, they would balance out people like Micah. You had barely had an interaction with him and he was already insufferable.

“You ladies gonna let her breathe?” A voice from behind the gaggle of women says before parting them to come stand next to you. It’s Arthur, with a rifle slung across his back. 

“Oh shush you,” Karen says, but her smile betrays her. 

“We’re just happy to have fresh meat, is all.” 

“Sure.” Arthur nods before turning to you. 

“Ready?”

“Yep.” You reply, heading to the horse's side. The girls go back to their chores, leaving you two alone.

“Is she friendly?” You ask, desperately wanting to pet her.

“Yeah, friendly enough.” Arthur says, watching you.

You reach out to scratch her long face, she almost seems to melt into the attention, leaning against your hand as you work her over. 

“‘Friendly enough’ my ass, look how she’s melting into my hand!” You say, giving her some more scratches.

“You got a mouth on you, woman.” Arthur says, chuckling as he shakes his head. 

“Now come on, no time like the present.” 

You once again position yourself at June’s side, figuring out a way to get onto the horse without flashing your bloomers to everyone. Usually when you rode horses, you were wearing pants, not this beautiful skirt Mary-Beth lent you. 

Without saying a word, Arthur comes up behind you, planting his hands at each side of your waist before lifting you into June’s back. You suppress a squeal and instead opt for saying “Thank you.” 

He just nods, hoisting himself into the saddle in front of you. Your hands come to wrap around his middle, keeping yourself steady as he urges June forward and out of the camp. Riding side, saddle was awkward but you got the hang of it rather quickly. 

The two of you rode in silence for a while, not an awkward silence, it was oddly comfortable. You watched the scenery go by, the same scenery you saw last night but this time you were upright on the horse, which, in your opinion, was a big step up.

“When did you join the gang?” You ask, an idle question you weren’t even sure he’d answer. 

After a beat of silence, and after you were sure he was going to ignore you, he spoke.

“Joined when I was fourteen.” He says, turning his head just a little bit so you could hear him against the whooshing of wind. 

“What’s that been like?” You ask, genuinely curious. You wondered what it would be like growing up in that environment, what effects that would have on the young mind. How old was he when he took his first life, you wondered if he still remembered it. A conversation for another day.

“It’s a sense of family, Dutch is like a father to me.” He says, simply, obviously not wanting to delve deeper into that. You could respect it, you were grateful he was tolerating your questioning at all.

“That’s nice, I can’t imagine having a father figure like that, one that actually enjoys you. Then again, I’m not a son.” It was the sad reality, your father preferred your brothers, specifically Thomas, the oldest. They were two peas in a pod, serious, no-nonsense men. But Thomas, unlike your father, had a soft spot for you. It’s one of the reasons you got away with shooting, riding horses, drinking liquor, and other things society would genuinely frown upon a woman participating in. 

“That bad, huh?” Arthur asks, a genuine tone overcoming his voice. He had empathy for your situation, you realized, and in that moment Mary-Beth’s words came back to you; “You should know that the people here, we’re good people.” Maybe Arthur wasn’t so bad, just protective of his family. You understood him more now, understood why he took you in the first place. He just wanted to protect that Sean fellow, protect his brother in arms.

“Yeah, that bad. Father was always the stern type, strict and unmoving when it came to rules. The only time I could do something other than, say, playing the piano was when he went out of town. Luckily for me, they were frequent trips and my mother was way more lenient.”

“Piano, huh? What else do you do?” He asks, genuinely sounding interested. This surprised you, you weren’t sure if he was the type to be interested in anything, let alone your hobbies.

“I paint, sing, play piano, shoot, and ride horses mainly. All hobbies I enjoy, even if some of them were forced upon me at a young age, I grew to appreciate them.” You say, reminiscing on your childhood. Your parents made you start learning piano when you were five, now at twenty-four you were pretty skilled at it. Now that you think about it, you weren’t sure when you’d play again, if ever. That made you a little sad, but best not to dwell on it now.

“Well, ain’t you talented?” he says, almost sarcastically but at the same time light-heartedly. 

“I try.” You reply, a wry smile ghosting your lips. 

“Hey,” He says, pulling off into a large clearing from the trail. “We’re here.” 

“Lovely.” You say, looking around. You were in the middle of nowhere, you realize as when you turn in every direction you can see nothing but trees, mountains, and an abandoned shack. There’s a fence post in the clearing, at some point it may have held cows or horses. Arthur reaches into his saddle bags, pulling out four empty bottles. 

“Right. I’m gonna line these up on that fence post,” He points to the fencepost, “And you’re gonna shoot two of them with this rifle.” He retrieves the rifle from his back, holding it out in front of you for you to take. You do, holding the heavy weapon in your hands and nod. “Next, you’ll shoot the next two with this,” He taps the revolver in his holster. You nod again, “Sounds good.” 

“Nervous?” He asks, crossing his arms. 

“No.” You state simply, you weren’t. You were easily the best aim out of all your brothers and had done this exact exercise plenty of times. You were confident in your abilities to hit these bottles, confident in your ability to pass this test, you just had to keep your wits about you.

You watch as Arthur marches towards the fencepost and through the tall grass. He sets up the bottles, two high, two low before coming back to where you’re standing and settling in behind you. 

“This rifle can be tricky,” He comes up behind you, lifting your arms with his hands and helping you position. His chest was right against your back and you could feel your cheeks flush. Why the hell were you blushing? This was just business, him helping you with his damn tricky rife, nothing else. But it’s also the moment you realized he had bathed recently, and washed his clothes. Damn it, you could hear him breathing beside you, slow and steady as he lines up a shot. 

But before you know it, he’s stepping away from you, hands leaving your arms and you can’t help but miss the slight touch. What was wrong with you?

“ Got a hell of a kickback so be careful.” His hands return to his gun belt as he watches you. You nod, taking a deep breath before lining up your shot, you were going for the tallest bottle so you tilted upwards, widening your stance for stability. 

You cock the gun, taking one last breath before squeezing the trigger. The bottle explodes as you hit it, sending glass in every direction, and you almost stumble back from the kickback but you hold your ground. You turn back towards Arthur, his expression is unreadable. Is he happy, proud even? You just couldn’t tell. 

“Well alright then,” He nods towards the lower bottle on the post. “Now the other one.”

You turn back around, readjusting your stance and taking aim. On your exhale, you shoot, once again sending glass splintering outwards as your bullet tears through it. You smile, proud of yourself for taming a “tricky rifle.”

He just nods, a whisper of a smile on his lips. He holds his hand out and you trade in the rifle. He hands you his revolver, and you test the weight in your hands. This was similar to your brother, Richard’s gun, a gun he let you shoot only once or twice. Still you had shot more revolvers than you could count and had no anxieties for this part of the test.

You take aim once again for the last high bottle and squeeze, hitting it instantly. You instantly take aim for the last bottle, firing off a shot in quick succession with the last and that one too explodes. 

You turn around and make a show of blowing off the smoke coming from the muzzle, laughing when he rolls his eyes. 

“Show off.” He teases, and you notice he doesn’t ask for the gun back.

“So, back to camp?” You ask, letting your hands go slack at your side. 

“Not so fast, we ain’t done yet.” He says picking up a palm sized rock from the ground. 

“I’m gonna throw this rock into the clearing over there, scare some birds. I want you to shoot one.” 

So maybe now you were nervous. You’d never shot a moving target, just bottles and other inanimate objects lined up in your backyard. You were sure you’d be able to learn, you were a quick learner, always had been. You just didn’t want to embarrass yourself in front of Arthur. 

“Alright,” You say, aiming your revolver at the sky and swallowing the lump in your throat. “Throw the rock, please.” 

Arthur chucks it and it lands a ways away, sending large black birds panicking and shooting up into the sky. You have to fight against the sun’s rays to even get a vague aim at one of the cat-sized birds. You think you lock in on one but when you shoot and miss it has your cursing to yourself once again. 

“Don’t aim where they are, aim where they’re gonna be.” He says, watching the birds as they begin to fly away. You were losing your opportunity, if you failed this you weren’t sure what they’d do with you. Stick you with the cook and make you cut carrots for the rest of your life probably. 

Taking aim once more, you lock onto the nearest bird, pointing the muzzle a bit to the left, in the direction it was flying. You had to act fast, it was getting away so you take a quick breath and shoot.

Feathers go flying as the bird cascades to the ground, dead from your shot. 

“Yes!” You celebrate, jumping up and down before rushing over to where the bird landed. You did feel bad, you had just taken an innocent life. But, you were sure you passed the test, you had hit almost all of your shots and taken direction easily, a quality you were sure would go over well with Dutch. 

“Well done.” Arthur says, holding a hand out for his revolver. You give it to him and he reloads it before returning it to his holster. 

You turn to walk back towards June but something else catches your eye. Storm clouds in the East, and they were moving to your position rather quickly. By your estimates it’d be upon you in ten to fifteen minutes. This was a problem as you were about thirty to forty minutes from camp.

“Is it me or is that storm coming rather fast?” You ask, pointing to the large dark clouds.

“Ah shit.” He says, planting his hands on his gun belt, a pose that was becoming rather signature for him. 

“What should we do?” You ask, turning back towards him.

“Normally I’d just ride in the rain. But with you here… we should wait it out.” He looks around, gaze landing on a little shack in the distance, about a third of a mile away. 

“There,” He points, whistling for his horse. June comes trotting over, standing next to her master as he beckons you over. You oblige, walking over to him and standing next to June, hands going to the back of the saddle as you wait for your boost from Arthur. He comes behind you again and your heart drums up in pace as he grabs your waist again to hoist you up. You swear the touch burns and once you’re up on the horse, you turn your head away to hide the blush creeping its way onto your face. 

He climbs into the saddle in front of you and your hands go to his middle again, your blush not relenting. 

“Hyah!” He spurs June into a canter as you make your way to the shack, thunder sounds off in the near distance. You just hoped it let up soon enough. 

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Notes:

Hmmm I wonder what'll happen when these two get to be in forced proximity ;)

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[littlequeenies]

I love your blog! It's so special!

Demri Parrott is well-known for her unique style. I was wondering what were her outfits/staple pieces/accessories that she'd typically wear when she wasn't taking photos/doing photoshoots?

Thanks so much!

Aaaww thanks a million for your compliment :)

So we will share again the Demri Parrott book we assembled with Ana that you can find on Drive.

Some of her friends say:

Barbara Dearaujo: “Demri was a fashion nut. She loved everything vintage. Victorian style dresses, 70’s stuff, overalls and combat boots. She wore things no one else could even try to pull off without looking like a weirdo but she always seemed to make the weirdest things look cute and cool... In the early 90’s she dressed in all kinds of crazy yet cute clothes, anything retro or vintage. She loved long dresses, skirts, tutus, overalls and Doc Martins, hand-made clothes, she never really wore jeans and t-shirts, it was always something you’d never think of wearing but looked great on her and made you wish you would thought of this type of thing but even if you had it probably wouldn’t of looked as cool on you.

[Photos 1 & 2 by Krista Kay, photo 3 by Jack Plasky]

Ryan Kalsbeck: “Layne and Dem had that full on vintage clothing styles mixed with a hippie, new grunge rock twist. Homemade glass beaded long necklaces and bracelets, funky hats, hair sticks. Dem had pink lace and satin knickers that were real and from the 1900s.”

Cindy Reframe: “... she would be wearing the Levi’s cutoffs with tights, flannel shirt, combat boots and black leather jacket, ... sometimes wear kind of like babydoll dresses with combat boots or something like that.”

[In 1990 at Dexter Ave, shared by Chay Wilkerson Moore]

Sherri: “She would always wear the rolled up overalls with black tights."

Tracy Johnson: "... A lot of things she wore didn’t go together, like long johns with big baggy overall shorts and a frilly blouse with cowboy boots. It doesn’t make a lot of sense but you would have to know Demri to understand.”

[Various of Demri wearing specially long maxi skirts]

Hope that helps! :)

[glamgirlkayla]

How to Be a Girly Girl: 7 Tips of How to Be More Girly

So, how to be awesome? Well, opinions are divided. There are some that think being feminine is old-fashioned, while others see it as an advantage. Honestly, it’s all about your personal preference. If you are drawn to girly things like dresses and makeup and flowery accessories, then embrace it. If you’re more laid back and like to dress like a tomboy, then go for it. Don’t force yourself to change for anyone else. Accept yourself the way you are.

However, if you are willing to break outside of your comfort zone and embrace change, we can offer you some advice on how to be more of a girly girl. However, you don’t need to be a delicate feminine flower to be happy. You have the power within you. You simply need to be willing to embrace it.

How to Be a Girly Girl: Key Tips

If you wonder how to be happy, it starts with loving yourself. Yes, love yourself the way you are. And never, ever change yourself for anyone else. Always remain true to your heart.

And being feminine doesn’t mean you have to wear frilly dresses, sport a strand of pearls, sit at home baking and knitting all day and wear high heels 24/7. You can find jeans, skirts, slacks and blouses that are feminine, as well. And cute flats and platform shoes can be just as cute as heels. Not everyone can walk around all day in 6-inch stilettos. So, take this article with a grain of salt and pick what works best for you. It’s also all in the way you carry yourself and in your mindset, as well. Hopefully, some of our tips on how to be a girly girl can get you started!

Keep Up with Current Fashion

You don’t have to wear designer clothes or attend Fashion Week, but it can’t hurt to keep up with current trends. Check out fashion magazines and fashion bloggers online to stay informed about the latest trends. You don’t have to spend a lot of money either. You can always pick clothes on sale. It can’t hurt to add a pretty dress or skirt to update your wardrobe. You don’t need to dress like a runway model, but it would be nice to up your game and dress a bit more feminine.

ACCESSORIZE

Girly girls love their accessories. A cute pair of heels, a hat, a purse, some lovely earrings, a bracelet or necklace. A fun feminine accessory can really spice up an outfit and will make you feel more feminine. Treat yourself to that nice purse that you’ve been eyeing for weeks. Throw on some hoop earrings and pull those kitten heels out of your closet. A little bit can go a long way when it comes to accessories!

Experiment with Makeup & Hairstyles

One of the best things about being a woman is the ability to experiment with different hairstyles and makeup. There is a huge variety out there today, from funky colors to daring haircuts to fancy makeup styles. There are plenty of tutorial videos available online for both hair and makeup ideas, so go to town and have a blast playing around with different looks. Embrace the playful young girl inside you and try that bold new look!

Don’t Forget the Fragrance

Traditionally, there are fragrances that are considered masculine or feminine. Specifically, musky scents are more masculine, while floral and fruity scents are more feminine. Stay away from heavy musky scents and become a girly girl. And don’t wear anything that’s too overpowering. Spritz just a little behind your ears or on your wrists.

THINK LIKE A GIRL

If you really have trouble getting into the right mindset, read some “chick lit,” or watch some “chick flick.” Read some magazines that are issued for women. Also, don’t be afraid to express your emotions. That is, don’t be overly sappy, but don’t be cold either. Girly ladies are a bit more open with their feelings. Smile and laugh more and bat your eyelashes sometimes. Toss your hair over your shoulder and cock your head to one side. A little innocent flirting can go a long way! If you act the part, it will soon be your second nature!

BE CONFIDENT

Be confident, but not cocky. Girly ladies are also easy going. Have some faith in yourself and carry yourself with some attitude. Embrace the girly lady inside you and let her shine through.

REMEMBER YOUR MANNERS

Always be polite and courteous. Say please and thank you and make eye contact. Let a man hold open a door for you or hold your bags. Just because you are a strong independent woman doesn’t mean chivalry is dead!

[reverieafk]

hhihi reverie !!! tis' i. descending upon your inbox to ask oc questions.!!!!!!!!!

-> if you could assign a SINGULAIR motif upon Kapana. Melpomeni, Keilo respectively,, what would it be? also, why? :3

-> the little yellow ribbon on the apolelesma gnosis.,, was it simply spawned that way by celestia, or was it personally added by a certain indiviual? :3

-> any... any physical features you could maybe share about any of them... maybe in rough references or concepts... maybe.....

-> how do you think melpomeni would've gotten along with the current seven? also !!!! how would she personally think of mondstadt? > due to how similar a lot of their core values are to Sideruem (around the arts, especially) :"""

Crepe what's your ring size ilysm

-> Melpomeni's Motif was a music note. She was the archon of it, she loved it and lived for it. She had a hairclip of a music note :D , Keilo/Kapana's motif is a cake. Why? Well, to decorate a cake, design it, ice it, place all the little candies on it takes creativity. And all the thought and creativity gets eaten by those you love. Aka, a metaphor for art being something to enjoy

-> the little ribbon isn't atcually Melpomenis OR Kapanas! It belonged to a witch named 'Moirai', who was a very close friend of Melpom (and maybe something more hahaha) who became Kapana's servant after Mel's death. She's the one in charge of the Ateiler Museum (The main where the gnosis is kept) you know that whole theory where an archon can feel the gnosis being touched? Yeah, that yellow ribbon is actually Moirais :) and it being tied around the gnosis is a way for one; Moirai to talk with Kapana and two; so Kapana can feel the comfort sry If I've explained it badly

-> Mel was very tall, had fluffy long blonde hair, a yellow music note hairpin, slightly tan bc Sideruem is hot af and wore a very long white dress!!! think like. Edwardian style dress with a yellow ribbon around it. She also. didn't wear shoes. That girl was running and dancing in fields. Kapana has short fluffy blonde hair, more poofy if anything, also a bit tan, freckles. everywhere. Think like sweet lolita fashion, but more causal. Wait, sweet lolita mixed in with cottagecore. Think like long light pink poofy skirts, short frilly white blouses, simple cardigens...also, she also does not wear shoes, since she's mainly inside the art studios/Museums watching people create or looking at their works. the floors are marble.

-> Melpomeni was...a loner to say the least. She mainly talked to Kapana or Moirais and sometimes herself. On the very rare moments she would leave her nation, she was the one bringing the cakes and desserts, just 'Hi, I'm here, I got everyone's cakes they asked for last week.' and then just. sits there. Maybe playing her orcarina while the others talked, maybe talking a tiny bit about what she's been doing. She was a people watcher 100%, more then happy to watch everyone. Sometimes her and Venti would sing together. It would take a lot of convincing.

Mondstadt, hmmmmmm....she loved it. Again, people watcher. She would sometimes go there just to listen to others sing, to watch them live and create. Mel would've got homesick vry quick so back to Sideruem she'd go. But she loved Mond a lot, even thought some of the songs were better then hers (Did Venti brag about this? The goddess of music herself saying his children are better then her? yes.) She 100% loved Fonatine as well.

:)

[hypnolurker]

Bunni-Bot: Now in Stock!

Jessica walked into the shop in a neat white blouse and trim skirt. She was a college student looking for part time work to bolster her tenuous finances and came in response to just such a job posting online. She would be stacking shelves at a local toy shop. At least, that is what she had understood. However, as she entered the establishment she gawked in shock at the assorted sexual paraphernalia which surrounded her. These were not the type of toys she had expected to be stacking.

Just as she was considering turning around and leaving, the owner stepped out from behind the front counter and approached her.

"You must be Jessica right? You were interested in the part time position." He observed her rather thoroughly, eyes drifting downwards and lingering in all the wrong places.

"Um, yes but I'm not sure about that position...I mean, I wasn't expecting it to be that kind of shop!"

"Oh, come now. You came all the way here so you may as well at least hear me out. I know you will enjoy this position." he argued firmly.

"I just...I'm kind of shy around this stuff and honestly I don't see myself working here..." she began, but the owner didn't look convinced.

"Hear me out, that's all I ask. Just come to the back room and we will have a brief discussion. Then, if you don't find anything else, this can be your backup option."

Jessica reluctantly nodded and followed him to the back room.

"So, its a shelf stacking position right? Will I actually have to touch all those...toys and all that? I know they haven't been used or anything but its still kinda gross..." she shifted in spot as she pictured it.

"Oh no dear. You are a little mistaken here." He turned and reached for something, though Jessica couldn't quite see what it was. "You aren't going to be an employee at all. You will be the one stacked on a shelf."

Jessica squinted in confusion "Um, what does that mean? Look I came here for-"

Before she could finish, the man had grabbed some piece of damp cloth and rushed forward, pressing it up against her face and covering her airways.

"mmmmpphh!!" she let out a muffled cry.

As she inhaled from the soggy fabric, its chemical stench assaulted her nostril. She tried to get away, but the man was holding her by the back of her head and forcing the cloth into her nose and mouth even more. After a second breath, the dizziness hit her. Soon her struggles died down and her arms went limp. Her legs wobbled as her eyelids fluttered and after several more shallow gasps, fell closed.

Jessica blacked out.

When she next awoke, something immediately felt off. Her eyes flickered open and she saw that she was still in the back room, though now she was tied to a chair and gagged. Her head was still spinning from the knockout drug she had been dosed with, but there was more to worry about for poor Jessica. There was now a distinct dull pain and mild numbness radiating from two points on the top of her head. To top it off, she looked down at her body and saw that she wasn't wearing the same blouse and skirt she had entered here in. The bastard had stripped her down and redressed her in some skimpy new outfit.

She was now wearing a bright pink miniskirt which didn't even properly cover her frilly white panties. Those too were replacements of course. Her top wasn't any better, with her bra being replaced with something to match her underwear, it looked like something out of a sexy lingerie catalog. The fact that she could see her bra so well was also disturbing since she was also wearing a t-shirt. Well, calling it that was way too generous. It was a thin piece of fabric which didn't even manage to cover her tits, let alone the rest of her torso. The absurd garment was also bright pink and had the phrase 'Bunni-Bot' plastered across it in large, glittery letters.

So this mad man had bond her and dressed her up in some ridiculously revealing outfit. Jessica could guess where this was going and she didn't like it. When the man came into the room, she immediately screamed into her gag and thrashed about, rocking the chair slightly but ultimately failing to do anything but tire herself out.

"Ah, awake and raring to go are we? I haven't even explained the situation yet. Calm down for a second and let me tell you what is going to happen to you"

He walked over to a full size mirror that was tucked away at the back of the room and wheeled it over slowly. As he pushed it into place, Jessica's eyes widened in shock.

"So, you probably already noticed your new costume, but I don't think you got the full picture." he said with a sinister chuckle.

As Jessica looked at herself, she saw the rest of the changes. Her face had been done up in a heavy coat of makeup. Glossy peach colored lipstick accentuated her mouth, her skin tone was much lighter than usual and there were several lines emanating outwards from her nose along her cheeks resembling whiskers. They clearly went with the other accessory she had been given, a pair of fuzzy bunny ears. She shook her violently, as if to throw them off, but they wouldn't budge. They were actually more rigid than she thought and she couldn't seem to see a headband or anything holding them in place.

"Oh no dear those won't come off. Ever. They're implanted into your skull. Its a permanent feature, just like that makeup. It won't come off, not that you would get the chance to remove it." he chuckled again. Jessica was really starting to hate that chuckle.

"You see, you're going to be a Bunni-Bot. Our newest product. There is still some programming to do, but it won't take long I'm sure. Then we can package you up neatly in a box and display you proudly on the shelf for the right horny guy to come along and buy you. Or lady, a customer's a customer after all. And everyone will want their very own beautiful Bunni-Bot!"

Jessica stared in terror as she listened to the madman ramble. What the fuck was a Bunni-Bot? Did this lunatic plan on sealing her in a box dressed like this? What did he mean by 'programming'?

It wouldn't take long for her to find out. The store owner pulled out his phone from his pocket and began to fiddle around on the screen. Jessica could only watch, confusion giving way to dread as his face twisted into an evil smile and he looked back up at her.

Something started to feel off. She couldn't describe it, maybe a pressure? In her head. Coming from where these ears were...implanted. Like something burrowing into her mind. Everything was slightly blurry...no it was shaking slightly. She was shaking slightly! The ears were vibrating gently. Suddenly she heard an odd tone, like a low beep. Yet, it didn't sound natural. Didn't sound like it came from anywhere...like it came from inside her head!

Her eyes widened and she stared at the man in fear.

"Ah, you felt it activating. I just started the Bunni-Bot programming. Basically, the ears act as antennas, and you are one big remote controlled Sextoy. The nodes of the ears are implanted inside your brain and begin to reshape your thoughts into those of an obedient Bunni-Bot. They also take over control of your body and senses to ensure that you perform perfectly as an all-purpose fuckpet." he explained.

Jessica couldn't believe what he was saying, and yet she did indeed feel the ears pressing into her brain. Soon she began to feel a tingle down her spine, followed by a strange shiver.

"It also gives me helpful indications as to how far along your programming process is. Looks like it just took control of your nervous system. No more thrashing about then, that's good. Time to untie you I suppose."

With that, he leaned over and fumbled around the knots for a few seconds before undoing the rope around her wrists. As he was bending down to untie her ankles, Jessica contemplated taking the rope and strangling the vile man. Though, as much as she tried to, her hands wouldn't move. They remained stationary. Still. Lifeless and limp. The more effort she put in, the greater the pressure in her head, until she felt faint and gave up entirely. He finished untying her ankles and stepped back to ogle her body once more as whatever fucked up bullshit he was doing to her continued.

Next, the immobilized Jessica felt her body become flush. Heat spread through her and the familiar sensation of arousal swirled inside her mind as her thighs grew rapidly damp with her excitement. The heat just kept increasing and her breathing was ragged as she soon felt more turned on than she had ever been in her life. Her nipples, now rock hard, had little trouble poking through the thin bran and near non-existent t-shirt. Her pussy quivered and she moaned softly into the gag. The arousal was so intense she was losing her mind. She was so fucking horny all of a sudden, even the disgusting man glaring at her protruding nipples looked sexy to her now.

After a few minutes of mind numbing arousal, she felt like her brain short circuited for a moment. Then, thankfully, things began to die down. She remained hot and flustered, but at least now it had dropped back to a manageable level. She cursed herself for even thinking about her abductor in a sexual way, though the lingering slickness between her legs wouldn't let up. One area still seemed eager for his attention.

"Oh, it says it has finished calibrating your sexual response. Isn't that exciting?"

Jessica did not find it exciting. She found it excruciating that she was stuck here, dripping and groaning into her gag while some sick fuck watched. Moreover, she was terrified pf what was coming next.

"Ah, the next part requires full use of your body. Let me just remove that gag now, should have taken it off earlier." He commented as he tugged the gag away from her mouth.

Jessica was finally able to breath freely, but it was little solace. Her head began to swirl and her lips and tongue twitched slightly.

"I see. So this next part is the main programming course. Its just finalizing the calibration by performing delicate movements with the lips and tongue."

Jessica didn't like where this was going. She felt herself silently mouthing letters at the command of this sick program. Then, just as she completed her silent alphabet, sparks flew inside her mind. Her eyes were drawn to her reflection as she watched in horror as her mouth now formed a stream of audible words.

"I am Bunni-bot." were her first words since this ordeal began.

Jessica was astounded. How could it even make her say thing? She had watched, with complete focus, her own lips moving and her own mortified stare. The ears were compelling her to watch herself as they made her say this.

"I am a horny Bunni-Bot!" she cooed seductively, staring at herself as she did.

To her utter shock, she saw her hand move downwards towards her crotch and tenderly begin to grind several fingers against her damp white panties as she continued.

"I am a horny Bunni-Bot!" she said again, this time punctuated by a soft moan as her fingers worked away at her pussy.

She fought it. Tried to pull her hand away. To close her mouth. To bite her tongue off. Nothing worked. She was trapped, watching herself helplessly as she rubbed her crotch and chanted the sickening mantras transmitted to her through her misleadingly cutesy bunny ear antennas.

"Oh my. Look at that progress bar, its barely moving. Looks like this step will take a while. Yes...9 hours remaining it says. Well, as much as I enjoy watching you rub your brains out like a good Bunni-Bot, I can't sit here for 9 hours straight. I will come back to check on you periodically." he said as he got up and left.

Jessica was thankful to be left alone, but it really didn't help at all. She was still rubbing and repeating. Feeling the ears worm their way deeper into her thoughts as her arousal increased in a deliberate way and her head swam.

I am a brainless Bunni-Bot. I am an obedient Bunni-Bot. I am a silly Bunni-Bot. I am a happy Bunni-Bot. I am a horny Bunni-Bot. I am Bunni-Bot."

It went on for hours. She watched as her eyes softened and glazed over. Sometimes the store owner would come in to check on her. He might comment "Yes you are." Or "Good Bunni-Bot" from time to time, which only made Jessica wetter as she rubbed her sloppy pussy like a good Bunni-Bot.

Other times he would start masturbating. Jessica had her attention drawn entirely to the mirror, so she couldn't always tell when he was masturbating. Even though he was in the same room as her, her vision was fixed on her own pathetic figure. Squirming and moaning and chanting robotically as her mind was reprogrammed by the unceasing onslaught. Just the idea that he was masturbating to her, or that he might be masturbating to her made her so hot. She had started to picture him using her while she rubbed and reprogrammed herself. It must have been the ears. Planting thoughts in her mind. Twisting her fantasies. Making her want his cock. Making her want to obey. To be a useful toy. To be used. To be a Bunni-Bot.

The man entered one final time to check on her.

"The bar has been at 99% for a while, I think it could be done any second now. How are you doing, Bunni-Bot?"

"I am Bunni-Bot. I am Bunni-Bot. I am Bunni-Bot. I AM BUNNI-BOT! NNNNNNNGGGGG!"was her response.

Bunni-Bot felt its brain short-circuit one last time as an orgasm rocked its entire body and its eyes spun in small circles. There was a short, low beep which rung out through Bunni-Bot's head.

"Wow! 100%! Its complete!" he yelled excitedly. "Okay, time to get you packaged up and on the shelf. Come with me Bunni-Bot." he ordered.

Now completely reprogrammed, Bunni-Bot followed him thoughtlessly out of the back room and to the store front where a large, empty pink box ofjust the right size for her to fit into awaited her.

"Climb inside Bunni-Bot." He ordered.

Again, Bunni-Bot obeyed instantly. She climbed inside the open box and posed with her legs spread slightly and her chest thrust forward.

"Good, and the finishing touch." he commented and he placed a rather large, oddly phallic looking plastic carrot into Bunni-Bot's mouth and proceeded to closed up the box. The front of the box was a clear plastic film with a gaping hole in the center where one could easily stick their hand through and grope Bunni-Bot's tits.

And there she waited. Patiently. Silently. Carrot toy in her mouth. Looking like an utterly pathetic and ridiculous, over-sexualized caricature of a bunny girl. For her new owner to come along.

That didn't take too long though. One of the first men to enter the store was quickly drawn to her. He stuck his hand through the window and fondled her breasts as he spoke with the store owner.

"This is great! So realistic." he commented keenly.

"Great eye Sir! That one is new in stock. Bunni-Bot. The perfect robotic fuckpet. She comes with programmable service modes, remote control and vibrating carrot toy. You can drive away with her right now for the low price of $999."

Still squeezing her soft tits, he pondered for a moment.

"Sold!"

With that, Bunni-Bot had a new owner. He lugged her box out of the store and over to his car where he haphazardly tossed her into the back and drove away.

Once he made it home, he wasted no time in unpacking and getting familiar with his new fucktoy. He tore open the box and roughly manhandled her as he removed her and stood her by his bed, whilst pouring over a small instruction book.

"Ah, there's an app. That's convenient."

After a few minuets he had downloaded the app and was flicking through it eagerly.

"Let's see...ok connecting to Bunni-Bot now..."

Bunni-Bot felt a pleasant tingle in her head as she woke as if from a trance.

"I am Bunni-Bot." she said robotically, awaiting input from her user.

"Ah, i'm supposed to select a personality. Lets see, what options do we have...Silly Bunni, Horny Bunni, Brainless Bunni and...Jessica?" he read aloud, confusion visible on his face as he saw the unfitting last name in the list.

"Hmm..." he tapped on Jessica.

Suddenly, Jessica felt herself regaining control of her body and mind. It was like she had been locked away in her own head and was finally being released. She gasped and stared at the man in shock.

"Oh, thank goodness! I don't know what this is but my name is Jessica. I'm a student at Westview college. That man kidnapped me and turned me into this...thing!" she explained frantically.

Tap. The man pressed the 'Silly Bunni' personality. Instantly 'Jessica' sank back down into the recesses of her own mind as her new persona overtook her.

"Like, Hiya! I'm Bunni-Bot. I'm a silly Bunni! Teehee!" Bunni-Bot said with a playful smile.

"Hmm, weird. I guess that Jessica personality is some kind of noncon roleplay feature. Not really my thing, maybe I should just delete it." he commented as he tapped the details on the Jessica personality.

Arousal - 0%. Intelligence - 100%. Obedience - 0%.

"Seems annoying to me. Deleted." He said as he tapped the 'x' icon and a popup appeared.

'Are you sure you want to delete personality: Jessica?'

He tapped to confirm.

In that instant, Jessica was erased. Her personality scrubbed like trash, to make room for whatever new personality best pleased her new owner. He soon switched her to Horny Bunni mode and began to try out the accompanying carrot toy.

"Mmmm I'm a horny Bunni, I love my carrot!" Bunni-Bot moaned as he pushed the tip of the carrot toy to her crotch and it began to vibrate.

Soon he was fucking her with the carrot, as Bunni-Bot humped and begged her owner to push it deeper. Saying how much she loved her carrot over and over.

When the carrot was replaced by her owner's cock, Bunni-Bot felt a shiver of pleasure. The joy of being used, and the delightful sensation of a cock filling her tight little Bunni hole made her squirm and groan with glee.

As her owner came inside her, Bunni-Bot felt a wash of bliss. This was her purpose. She was happy. She was horny. She was Bunni-Bot.