#green pillbox hat

[poppingmary]

Brunette Doris Day in “It’s a Great Feeling” - 1949

Costumes by Milo Anderson

[sophie-hatter-jenkins]

Miss

Written for @hinnymicrofic December 2023 - Prompt 3

So - after chatting on Discord about a Muggle AU story I’m (maybe) writing, I woke up with this in my head. Did I look for a prompt that I could somehow vaguely attach it to? Yes. Yes I did.

Rating - Teen and Upwards, for a bit of bad language and some slightly racy content.

It was late evening, and Harry Potter, Private Investigator, was in his office. His suit, once sharply tailored, was rumpled and threadbare, his appearance made respectable only by his polished boots and fedora hat. The only source of light was from the brass lamp on the battered desk in front of him, the one with the cracked, green glass shade, casting shadows across the peeling wallpaper. A dented filing cabinet and an elderly coat stand occupied opposite corners, somehow making the room feel even emptier and more down at heel.

Potter could have gone home, but what for? Just swapping one empty room for another didn’t appeal to him. Besides, instincts honed over years as an investigator told him that now wasn’t the moment to leave. He poured himself a shot of cheap whiskey from the bottle he kept in the drawer, and leaned back in his chair, putting his feet up on the desk, waiting. 

Sure enough, in the distance, he heard the sound of heels clacking against the tiled corridor outside, drawing ever closer. Moments later he saw her, just the outline of a dame through the frosted glass. She hesitated outside, looking left then right, checking that she was unobserved, before raising her hand to knock. 

“Come in,” he called.

Potter stood, as the dame opened the door and slid into the room, his eyebrows raising a little, because she was an absolute knock-out. Her red hair fell in perfect waves down the side of her face, where wide, wanton eyes blazed brown above cherry painted lips. She wore a pillbox hat, and a trench coat belted at the waist hinted at a bombshell figure hidden below.

“Are you Harry Potter? The private detective?” she asked, her voice low and breathy.

He shrugged, playing it cool. “That’s what it says on the door. How can I help you, Miss…?

She dropped her chin and looked up at him seductively, lips curling into a smile. “Weasley. Ginevra Weasley.”

Potter moved around the side of the desk and approached her. “Let me take your coat, Miss Weasley,”

Obediently, she slipped out of the coat and handed it to him, and he tried not to stare when the dress below was revealed, cut demurely but clinging to every curve of her body as sinfully as anything he’d ever seen. 

The dame turned and leaned back against his desk, her palms spread to either side of her and her hips turned to the side, ankles crossed, looking like a goddamn oil painting. She fixed Potter with those alluring brown eyes again. “I need your help, Detective. I believe I’m in danger,” she announced, dramatically.

Potter moved a little closer to her, intrigued. “Danger, you say? What… kind of danger?”

“Yes! I’m being threatened! Followed!” The dame lifted her hand to her chest dramatically, tilting her chin upwards, showing him a long expanse of pale throat. “I’m scared for my life, detective! Can you… protect me?” She turned her face towards him, her expression beseeching and her scarlet lips parted.

Potter took a step towards her. “Well, Miss Weasley. I’m afraid that protection isn’t normally part of the services I offer.”

“But, you’re the best, Mr Potter!” she protested. “Everyone knows that. Name your price!”

Now Potter was standing right in front of her, towering over her. His pulse quickened. “I don’t think you’re ready to pay it, Miss Weasley,” he growled.

She gazed up at him, defiant, pupils dilated, perfect breasts heaving with her rapid breathing. “Oh, Mr Potter,” she whispered, raising her hand and placing it softly against his chest. “I assure you that I am.”

For a moment, they stayed like that, frozen in time. Then unable to hold back any longer, he wrapped one arm around her waist, pulling her up towards him. Their lips met in a kiss that was urgent and messy, filled with hunger and need, mouths open, tongues connecting.

Potter pushed the dame back against his desk, and she curled her stockinged leg around behind his calf as he ran his hand up her thigh. She, in turn, pulled at the waistband of his trousers, untucking his shirt, letting her fingers trail across the taut skin of his abdomen, the muscles tingling at her cool touch. 

Just at that moment, the door burst open. Potter and the dame sprang apart as a tall, red-headed man strolled in. 

“What the fuck are you doing here Ron?” demanded Harry, blushing furiously, attempting to tuck himself back in as quickly as possible.

“Oh!” exclaimed Ron, looking surprised. “Sorry, I wasn’t expecting you to be here at this time of night. We’ve been out for dinner, and Hermione thought she must have left her umbrella in here when she was down here to review the case prep earlier so I said I’d pop in and grab for her.”

“Merlin, Ron! You had to pick tonight to be helpful?” asked Ginny, tugging the hem of her dress back down.

“Ginny! You’re here too?” Ron greeted her cheerfully. “But… why would you be here, at this time of night?” Slowly, he looked around, taking in his surroundings for the first time, appearing confused. “What the fuck have you done to your office, Harry? Have you transfigured it? And… why are you dressed like that?” Then a horrible realisation seemed to creep across Ron’s face. “Oh fucking hell - is this… did I just walk into some sort of sex game?”

Harry couldn’t meet his eyes. “Erm…”

“No!” spat Ron. “Forget I asked - I do not want to know! I am leaving now, and we are never mentioning this again.”

“Er, Ron?” said Harry, as Ron turned to leave. Ron glanced back, and Harry sheepishly handed him the errant umbrella. Ron snatched it from his hand and scuttled out.

Utterly mortified, Harry looked to where his wife was still sitting on his desk, to find that her eyes were dancing with amusement. She burst out into a peel of giggles as he glowered at her. 

“Well I’m glad you find it amusing,” he muttered, raising his wand. “Finite!”

Harry’s office blurred a little around them, and then was suddenly returned to the much more familiar, and far less scruffy, office the Head Auror usually inhabited.

“Oh, relax, Harry. You don’t want to pick up where we left off?” she asked him, sounding disappointed.

“I think your brother might have killed the mood a little,” he told her, wryly.

“Oh. That’s a shame,” she pouted, looking down at the floor. Then she straightened her back, crossed her legs and shot him a look filled with some much fire that he inhaled sharply. “It’s just that my house is in a rough neighbourhood,” she told him, her voice soft and breathy again, “and I thought that maybe Potter P.I. could escort me home and check that there aren’t any bad guys lying in wait for me?”

Harry couldn’t help smirking at her. His wife really was both incorrigible, and irresistible. He retrieved her trench coat from the (now much less shabby) rack by the door and handed it to her. “Well, since you asked so nicely, I guess I could help out. You know me - I never could resist a dame in distress.”

[cressida-jayoungr]

One Dress a Day Challenge

Black and White October

Funny Face / Kay Thompson as Maggie Prescott

The big joke of the "Think Pink" number is that Maggie pitches the idea in this black-and-white suit, and while everything around her gets pinker and pinker, she continues to dress in black, white, and grey. When someone finally asks her about it, she says, dismissively, "Oh, I couldn't be bothered."

As I look more closely at the screencaps, I wonder if the suit might actually be midnight blue, but since that was billed as "blacker than black," I think it counts for the theme.

She wears the suit in two different scenes, with what appear to be two different white shirts. One of them has an added scarf or a scarf-collar, which is fastened with a statement brooch in green and red. The jacket has three-quarter-length sleeves, which allow for the long white gloves. I also like the pillbox hat and the T-strap shoes.

[henriediosa]

there she is. chicago's most fucked-up tradwife. my vampire: the masquerade player character, lulee spencer/butler/porter née sargent! she's a toreador who loves baking and dancing, and she's just really excited to be married again. she just likes being a wife. it's totally not because she needs protection before the vampire government finds out about her two human children. i wrote lulee's backstory and it's up on ao3 (please read the tags for content notes):

alt text in the image description and under the cut.

(1) a watercolour and digital portrait of lulee, from the waist up. she has the appearance of a young white woman with red hair in big curls. she is wearing dark red lipstick, pearl earrings, a pearl necklace, and a black dress with a square neckline and short sleeves. the dress is painted so it blends in with the black and grey background, which also has a dark vignette. she has an uncertain smile. (2) four simple drawings of lulee, like paper dolls, wearing different outfits, labelled in cursive. "interview & escape": a black pillbox hat, a mint green tea-length dress, a light brown cardigan with cardigan clips, a small black purse, and black pumps. "night out": the pillbox hat, white pearl earrings and necklace, a black tea-length dress with a white belt, white gloves, and black mary janes. "yes, chef!": a hairnet, the white pearls, the mint dress, and a frilly pink apron with a heart on it. she's holding a dark green muffin tin. "wedding 1952": a white floor-length gown with long, lacy sleeves; a large bouquet of black roses; long white gloves; a white crown and a veil. ID ends.

[askthechronoverse]

The last of four short stories I have written for supplemental purposes. Takes place after everything else I've written so far.

The clicking of a keyboard was the only sound that could be heard in the sterile and clinical lab. A lone figure was the source of the oddly melodic sounds, her paws orange barely visible and her expression stern and focused. Her tail swayed to the rhythm of her typing as she made music with her large computer. Her music was visual, displayed on the monitor as various graphs, charts, and figures. Most of it would make no sense to a passerby, save for the images of two people. One was a man with wild dark brown hair who's eyes reflected a deep, almost spiritual tiredness. The other had dark grey hair that was adorned with a simple grey pillbox hat. His expression was neutral, almost bland. The fox tapped a mouse with an impatient paw, clicking into a diagnostic screen for a Project Daffodil. She clicked her tongue as she went over the diagnostics, a smirk slowly sliding onto her face. It was working. She should have guessed it would: doing this kind of task was just a normal occurrence for a scientific mind like hers.

She took her paw off of her mouse and sauntered to a small, nearby capsule. The capsule was smooth and black, several different kinds of tubes and wires making it look like a baby kraken in the dim light. The fox tapped the glass with her paw, the blackness parting to reveal something moving in water. She shook her head, ear twitching at the rapid movement. It was almost time, but her special project had to be patient for just a little longer. Perfection takes time, after all. She shuffled over to the console again and grabbed a jar. The jar had only two objects in it: a dim grey heart and a bright green heart. Both seemed to glow softly, ebbing in time with each other. She watched this dance for a moment, smiling at how coordinated it all was.

She looked back at the capsule, seeing the movement once again. The end was near. She could take her time with this, however. She had so much to prepare first, so much to do before the time finally came.

A soft hum made the fox sigh. She glanced back at the two hearts. The memory of gathering the samples was vivid as she looked back. They were symbols of pure love, created when the two men on her large monitor kissed for the first time as a married couple. She had been studying what she can do with these totems for a long time and this was the best thing she could think of doing. Grabbing the jar, the fox headed once more to the capsule, opening a small hatch. She carefully put both hearts into the hatch, closing it quickly.

Now to wait, the worst part of the process. She went back to the monitor and watched the screen. After what felt like an eternity, an alert flashed on her screen. The end was here. She typed some commands in the keyboard and rushed to the capsule, which was already open on her approach. A long cry cut through the evening air, coming from a bundle wrapped in soft, blue fabric with yellow stars creating a cartoony nebula in the open container. The fox peeked in to see the result of her careful testing.

"Success," was all she uttered as she picked up the noisy bundle. "Now. Normally I would dispose of you, but you are special." The fox bounced, the noise stopping in due time. "Let's not wake the castle. We'll go for a walk." She held the bundle in her arms and shuffled out the door, a small square robot following behind her.

The fox passed through the town, which was clearly getting ready for Halloween. Posters advertised a costume party for Halloween night. Leaves playfully circled her feet as she walked toward the woods, the smell of nature in fall making her nose crinkle. Nature. She wasn't a fan of nature. Why did they have to live so far into the woods? Oh well. It didn't matter, she supposed. She wasn't going to be there long. She'd just have to distract herself with mathematical equations and calculations for her next major experiment.

While the fox made her trek, the man with tired eyes was busy in the kitchen. He whistled a song he'd thought he'd forgotten as he mixed a white, creamy liquid in a pot.

"Hey, babe? We goin' to the party? I know ya gotta go, but are we goin'?" He grabbed a cutting board and waited for a reply. He soon got one from the grey haired man, who floated over to the maplewood bar and watched the other work.

"I would love nothing more than for you to go, my beloved. We could do a themed costume, if it isn't too late for that." His bright smile was the most expression he was giving, as his voice gave nothing in that department. "Would it be too late to attempt that?"

"Nah, it's never too late to beat Brock and Frown for the best couple costume award. They were stiff competition last year, but we just needta be clever ta beat them. Ya got something' in mind?" As Rex spoke, he began to chop some carrots and potatoes.

"We could dress up as the characters from that movie I showed you the other day. I'm surprised you stayed awake until the end. I know you prefer action films to period pieces." Richard floated behind his boyfriend, willing his feet to touch the wood flooring. Rex turned around and leaned down to kiss him softly.

"I almost did, babe. But, we can do that. Am I gonna be Lady Pemblebrick or Lord Bricklebottom? I should have time to grab some very period accurate pieces after work tomorrow." He turned back to the pot, adding some herbs to the stew.

"You know I look better in a corset, but you have her passion and hair type. If we want to win, you will need to tame that cowlick of yours, but if I'm Lord Bricklebottom, we can easily win." There was a twinkle in Richard's eye as he spoke, his voice still monotone. He floated to the counter, perching there with crossed legs.

"I find it hard to say no to you, babe. I'll even wear the heels. We gotta win this year. It's gettin' embarrassing to get beaten by those two!"

A loud knock from the front door crashed through the banter, Richard sighing softly as he floated toward the door to open it. Just before he reached the door, it swung open with sizable force. This startled both occupants of the cabin, a green exclamation mark appearing over Rex's head.

"Oh! Doctor Fox! Did you walk all this way? It's supposed to start raining soon." Richard saw that Doctor Fox and the robot were already wet and the rain was coming down heavily. "Come in. You'll get a cold."

"It's not me you should be worrying about." The words ominously hung in the air as she entered the cabin, the bundle she held close to her chest starting to stir.

"Who else would we worry about, Doc? The robot?" Rex went back to the pot on the stove. "We should have enough stew for ya if ya wanna stay a while." Doctor Fox sat at the counter, Richard once again perching on it.

"I was just planning on dropping something off and leaving." She put the bundle down on the counter and started to leave. She didn't get far before Richard picked it up and unwrapped it to reveal a round little face, dark eyes staring up at him with a blank calmness. His heart stopped as he stared back at the thing. He whistled for Rex to turn around, which he did. He walked over to his husband and was handed the bundl with shaking hands.

"What... what is..." Richard spoke breathlessly. "Why us?"

"It's a girl and she's yours, genetically speaking. I wanted to see if your DNA would be compatible, since you still have traces of your brickness and Rex is something else altogether. It worked." She looked at the couple for a sign of a possible compliment, but all she got was a shaking Richard and a Rex on the verge of tears. "You could thank me or something, guys."

"... Our daughter? This is our daughter?" Rex swallowed, eyes solely on the little girl. She made fussy little sounds, squirming a little.

"Doctor Fox, you should have said something first. We don't have room in this cabin for a third person and we both work. One of us will need to take time off to take care of her until she is out of infant-" Richard looked around and saw that Doctor Fox had left. He shook his head. "Rex, what are we going to do?"

"Rich. We can do this. I can renovate the cabin and I can afford to take time off." Rex held the child close to him, almost afraid she was going to vanish if he let go.

"Rex. You just got the Royal Chrononauts off the ground and financially viable a year ago. You can't afford to lose that momentum." Richard urged, worry and fear framing the monotone in his voice.

"You and I both know ya ain't gonna be the one to stop working for that long. I can afford it. Besides, the one picking up my slack would be the exact person who put us in this... amazing position." The tears continued to flow as Rex walked to the couch and grabbed a clean blanket and rewrapped the baby in it. "We get back at her for throwing this on us, I finally get time off work that isn't for some science talk or to visit Emmet and we get to... to start a family." Rex moved back to his husband, who had taken the stew off the burner.

"...You know, you can tell she's our little girl. She has your eyes." Richard floated by Rex's side, watching the little girl fuss in her tight wrappings.

“Well yeah. She has one of your eyes too. Two different colors.” Rex chuckled as he loosened the blanket a little for her. 

 "If you're ready, I'll be as well.” Richard whispered. “I do recall that Lady Pemblebrick and Lord Bricklebottom had a child at the end of the novel the film was based on. We may have to just compete for best group costume this year.

[royalhouseofcarrington]

The Style Evolution of Queen Elissa of Carrington (King's Day Edition Part 2)

See Part 1, her Crown Princess looks, here!

Now a mom of four, Elissa wore a plum skirt-suit and matching hat to King's Day as she rode in the carriage for her first year as Queen, with the white bow in her hat perfectly coordinating with the white bow on her dress.

For her second year as Queen, Elissa wore sunshine yellow and a matching hat, which she paired with the Genovian Diamond and Pearl necklace, which later became a favorite of her daughter, Anastasia.

While expecting the Princes Robert and Benjamin, the Queen took a page out of the style book of other royal women that came before her, in a cerulean blue dress and a matching hat with a cream flower detail.

The year after, the Queen debuted of her least liked Trooping the Colour looks with a simple red-purple hat and a hat in a similar shade. The Queen Consort also, strangely, decided not to pair any jewelry with the look, with the exception of her engagement ring.

Wearing one of her favorite designers, Natasha Burton, again, the Queen redeemed herself the next year with a salmon pink dress and bright pink polka-dots and an equally fun hat.

The year following, Elissa channeled Jackie Kennedy for her King's Day outfit a Natasha Burton Chanel-inspired skirt-suit and matching pillbox hat in white tweed.

The following year, in her 7th year as Queen Consort, the Queen took a little page out of the book of her sister-in-law, Princess Claire, the Duchess of Asbury, in an all blue ensemble, which she paired with the Tromsø Sapphire Earrings, which had been a wedding present from her father, who had passed away earlier that year.

The year after, Queen Elissa wore a Natasha Burton purple coat dress and matching hat, which she paired with the Elphinstone Chandelier Earrings.

The year following, the Queen, now one of the most senior female members of the family, 20 years after her marriage to the now King Richard, wore a Mary Poppins-esque ensemble, combined with her pearl necklace and diamond earrings, which were reported to be wedding gifts from the late King Louis and Queen Eliza.

The next year, to mark her husband's 10th year on the throne, the Queen dressed in green with a pair of emerald earrings that reportedly belonged to Queen Helena, King Richard's grandmother.

This last year had marked the start of great change for the Queen Consort, as it was her last year wearing a color that was not red, after she had welcomed Princess Alice, the King and Queen's last child, earlier that year. Her mother, Clara, would later pass away in that year.

Stay tuned for part 3 of Queen Elissa's King's Day (and a few Queen's Day!) outfits!

[givemogahug]

mogtober day 6- the gossamer spun garden

Ignore how I haven't done the last 3 days

In its prime the gossamer spun garden was a bright, full, bustling place full of wundersmiths creations from over the years but when morrigan goes its an empty room.

This raises some questions from me at least lol.

First off, what happened to the creations of the wundersmiths? Did they disappear when they died? But surely some of the wundersmiths who had started the garden had died by the time the ghostly hour mog saw was created. Maybe it needed to be looked after. Or maybe it was destroyed by wunsoc after squalls reign to destroy all joy made by wundersmiths?

And what about morrigans vomit green pillbox hat on a stick? She made it in the ghostly hour so when she returned was it all by itself in the room. Or does it stay in the ghostly hour forever???

Idk at this point I spend way too much time thinking about these kind of things.

Anyway happy mogtober 🎉

[almacantarastories]

SPOTTED! Princess Sueloro of Lunestia was seen on Saturenorn with her mother, Grand Duchess Rylissama, at a coffee shop! 

Princess Sueloro was in head-to-toe purple, her signature color, in a Caliendo plate hat, a spotted silk scarf in the modish “Purple Paws” print, and a lavender tweed suit by the House of Maxis. Grand Duchess Rylissama was glamorous in green in a Cloudwalker pillbox hat and a gorgeous wool gabardine suit, also by the House of Maxis. 

Does this ice-planet lunch date signify a thaw in their relationship, or will things remain on ice between the disgraced duchess and the notoriously private princess?

[wildbeautifuldamned]

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[deirdreisme]

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[elegancefascinator]

[merryastheday]

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[rightcaps]

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[capsshow]

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[annefic]

Some slight corrections:

- Anne typically gets about three to five new outfits made a year and it's not uncommon for her to debut at least one of them at Ascot or some other Booty Hunting Week event. I think it's possible she is wearing two years worth of new stuff now since she didn't get to trot out last year's for obvious reasons

- Several of the outfits we've seen this week have SUCH 70s Anne energy I'm honestly not fully convinced she hasn't just hardcore shopped her closet for a lot of this stuff, I'd have to dig the archive to find potential matches though :P

Is it not like Anne to buy new clothes?

No, she’s a thrifty one! Anne rewears stuff she’s had since before her children were born, and it’s rare for her to rock up to the races in new outfits, so I’m loving this week!

[wildbeautifuldamned]

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