#renaissance festival style

[myownjadedpieceofmind]

Nice weather means great photo ops for my new creations... it also means the sun now hits the crack in the lens of the camera, so I have to be careful of how I angle my shots. For a 3 year old phone, I should be grateful it still works, let alone takes photos that still look decent.

First up, another versatile piece that can be worn as a crown/headdress, or necklace/choker. This one is made using some absolutely radiant garnets and recycled electrical copper wire.

And then, my first sword! It's not as perfect as I'd like it to be, and honestly think I need to reinforce some of it, but.... oh goodness, I do love how it turned out! So much measuring in this one, because even the slightest bit could have thrown off the whole design.

**by purchasing any of my work, or sharing my posts, you are helping to support a struggling disabled artist!!! I really could use the help getting my work noticed, and even sold! Life is expensive for everyone, and I know everyone has their own plight- I appreciate you taking the time to take a look or even reblog to share with your followers.

[the-salt-flat]

Went to a renaissance festival as an elf! Best compliment I got was from someone who said I already had natural elf features, so the ears and everything thing suited me. 🥺 Another person said I just looked so “real” as an elf. High compliments!

[graveyardfullofstars]

[wivernfae]

I'm so bad at keeping tumblr updated, but I went to the Arizona Renaissance Festival and here was my face for it~!

[redsrooftopprincess]

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Asks closed for now. HOWEVER. The Bruiser has agreed to answer questions as long as you follow the rules and aren't a dick. 😁

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Here you will find fics and headcanons about Big Red and occasionally the rest of the boys. All the boys, et al, are a combination of a lot of different canons, as well as my own personal headcanons. Visually, however, they are Bayverse because...

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Anyway, without further guilding of my very tarnished lily.....

Links for joy and pain below the cut!

Character art for Jess (Red's princess), done by @truffle-draws-turtles 🥰

Gravity Fics

Raphael x Reader (Technically)

There is an overall story happening loosely and in out of order pieces that will eventually be cleaned up and combined into one. They are technically written with my OC, Jess, in mind (link to a bit about her below), but I have written them x reader and have done my best to make them gender neutral as much as I can. Expect continuity errors, which is why I'm posting them as individual fics, but they are posted in rough story order below.

Best Friends

Early

Nightmare

Damn it

Kintsugi

Nightmare Part 2

Soldier (Fem Reader) Part 1 . Part 2

Sunlight

Assassin (Fem Reader) Part 1 . Part 2 . Part 3 . Part 4 . Part 5

Coming Home (Fem Reader)

Gravity - Part 1 . Part 2 . Part 3

Other Fics

Pumpkin Sugar Part 1 . Part 2 . Part 3 . Part 4 . Epilogue (🌶️Fem!Reader)

Sunglasses (Teen Turtles, Bro Fic)

Oneshots

Where There's Smoke 🌶️🌶️🌶️ (AFAB Reader)

Christmas in August 🌶️

Sleeping Beauty

Hot Blood (AFAB Fem Reader) 🌶️🌶️🌶️

Distraction 💜

Hidden Talent

Bird

Awkward

Monster 🌶️🌶️🌶️

Turned Tables 🧡

Crushed 🧡

Poetic Justice

Headcanons

Mountains and Sunsets and You

Disabilities ♥️💙💜🧡

Secret Swiftie ♥️

Sleeping ♥️💙💜🧡

Drugs ♥️💙💜🧡

Witchy Shit ♥️💙💜🧡

Sweets ♥️💙💜🧡

Renfaire (Renaissance Festival) ❤️💙💜🧡

OC Stuff

Jess, According to Jess! (and Me 😈)

Asks of my own

Happy Bruiser

Jess Art by @truffle-draws-turtles

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[plaguefloral]

The doctor's return to the local Renaissance Festival (11/16) featuring their autumnal blooms and style. Always ready with their supply of disinfectants to provide the people, day or night!

Had the privilege to meet duchessladyofdeath and also enjoy a nice view of the moon!

Stay well, dear patients! ❤️

[ikebo-simp]

Funniest SAGAU reverse isekai settings for them to pop into existence in:

1. Renaissance fair

2. Norway (Khaenri’ah is based off Norway so I think everyone would freak out)

3. Anime/Video game convention

4. New York City babey (or any major city) (like Enchanted but worse)

6. Haunted house

Nobody is having a good time, but it would be so funny.

I am so very sorry that it took me this long to write this, life kept throwing things at me and so I died before writing this

I haven't been to most of these places, but you are so correct, I'm mostly having them react to the places, and it's not necessarily focused on them searching for you

If it wasn't quite how you wanted, please ask again? I'll try my best

Renfaire:

Fischl, would fit perfectly in a Renfaire, overwelmed at first but slow grows to like more and more, before proudly proclaiming "I am the Prinzessin der Verurteilung" and all the people clap and bow down and respect her like a princess

What about Ayaka, joining in, changing into some of the clothes available and joining into the festivities, someplace where her responsibility don't weigh on her, somewhere the honor of her family doesn't follow her like a shadow

Both girls probably would this a blessing from 'Your Grace' a chance to relax and unwind in a place that welcomes them so warmly

Norway:

Dainsleif holds a bated breath as he looks around the place, familiar yet, unfamiliar. He torn on whether this is a gift from you or a curse, just what has he done to deserve this?

Zhongli feels his memories of the war coming back to him, flooding his thoughts, so many people... dead, why did you show him this place? Did you want to him something? Are you displeased with him?

Norway fills those who know about Khaenri'ah with a hidden dread, they misunderstand and think somethings changing, the world's getting overturned

Anime/Video Game Con

Nahida walks around the con glancing around, she understands that she's in a different world almost instantly, she's curious about the customs and world she just appeared in, does everyone try and imitate others? She does rather feel unnerved around the Dottore cosplayers

Collei immediately gets intimidated by all the loud sounds and the bumping bodies, although luckily several kind cosplayers took care of her and gently lead her away from the crowd, she honestly just very confusing and overstimulated

The con is a curious place for those who visit it and almost everyone who has trauma from Dottore wonder why there's so many Dottore clones all in one place

New York City:

Venti feels stifled, the air didn't have the same clean crispness of Teyvat, and although the sights are sounds of city are music to his ears, the air pushes on his chest like a heavy weight, making it hard for him to full enjoy his trip into the real world

Xinyan absolutely loves the city, the aesthetic, the feeling of expression, all kinds of music and styles, she wasn't getting weird stares or her style choice, she love her time in the city, her only problem? The how dirty the streets were

In New York City, it goes about as well as you'd expect, it's exciting to all the new sights, however... if it's extremely easy for one to get overstimulated

Haunted House:

Chongyun probably knocked out the first person that tried to scare him before realizing that it was just a normal person and not a evil spirit, he still gets his hopes up that he'll encounter a true ghost through

Hu Tao absolutely loves scaring the cast and guests, she'll find all the hiding spots and lay in wait for her next victim, honestly has a huge blast even though she's been transported into a different world

A/N Ahhhhh I posted it too early!!!!!!

Thanks for Reading

[sloanesallow]

G.O.U.S.

Happy Halloween! Just a silly little thing I wrote because I wanted to put Sloane in a Princess costume and Sebastian as the Dread Pirate Roberts. Sebastian Sallow x F!MC (Siobhan Sloane) Tags: Gratuitous references to The Princess Bride.  1.6k words [Ao3] | [Wattpad] | [Tumblr Masterlist]

Siobhan should know better than to follow a boy she hardly knows into something called the Forbidden Forest, alone. If her father knew (and she prays he doesn't find out about what else she's been up to with said boy), she'd be forced on the first train back to Nottingham, never to be out of his sight again. But Papa Sloane is three hundred miles away, and Sebastian's lopsided smile is too endearing to refuse.

The invite originally came a few days prior, a nonchalant mention of a Halloween gathering in the woods—a Slytherin affair that some of the older Hogwarts students opt for instead of the festivities in Hogsmeade. It is Siobhan's first opportunity to attend a party with her peers, so she agrees to be Sebastian's plus-one.

It is also the first Halloween she's dressed up for since she was young, a last-minute princess costume put together with the help of her Hufflepuff housemates. The dress is Poppy's from the previous year—a Renaissance style with long sleeves and a billowy skirt, which Sacharissa charms pink. The girls don't let Siobhan leave the common room without magically altering her hair into soft golden waves that fall past her shoulders. She isn't one to care much about her appearance, but tonight, Siobhan can't help but feel pretty.

Sebastian meets her in the courtyard after sunset, dressed head-to-toe in black, a mask obscuring the top half of his face, cloth covering his hair, and a sheathed sword hanging from the belt around his waist. He looks rather dashing, even if she can't quite tell what he's supposed to be dressed up as. After complimenting her costume, he boldly clasps her hand in his gloved one and leads her down the darkened path.

"This way."

A half-hour later, however, Siobhan's excitement wanes. The woods are forbidden for a reason, and the eerie sounds that echo beyond the treeline send a shiver up her spine. It's dark, with the full moon their only guiding light. She wants to trust Sebastian, but there's a lingering fear in the back of her mind that he's taken advantage of her naivete. When he slows their pace, she pulls away to observe their surroundings. Everything still looks the same as it has for the last several meters; tall trees, tangled vines, and thick shrubbery that obscure the forest floor.

Sebastian, meanwhile, is unphased. "It's not that bad."

When he notices her bewildered, unamused expression, he shrugs. "Well, I'm not saying I'd like to build a summer home here, but the trees are actually quite lovely."

In the distance, an unknown beast howls, and her pout deepens. He sighs, clasping her hand again before leading them through the rugged terrain.

"I think we're lost," Siobhan says, not moving from the spot.

Still, Sebastian gives her arm a little tug and grins as if they are walking through Honeydukes instead of a haunted forest. "We're only mostly lost."

Reluctantly, she continues with him, realizing she's better off staying with Sebastian than trying to find her way back to the castle. She nibbles on her bottom lip, quickening her stride to match his. When another ominous sound echoes through the night, she flinches, grasping his arm with her free hand.

"Don't worry, princess," Sebastian comforts, squeezing her hand. "I'll keep you safe."

Siobhan feels her face go hot, but doesn't move away. He guides her through the brush, pulling aside branches and pointing out large tree roots so she won't trip. The journey has dirtied the hem of her dress, but he is quick to reassure her again.

"Nothing a little cleaning charm won't fix."

When they come across more swampland, Sebastian plucks Siobhan off the ground before she can protest, one arm tucked under her knees and the other around her waist. She holds onto his shoulders, sucking in a breath at the proximity of his face to hers. She's only known Sebastian for a short while and is still not completely used to how familiar he is with his touch, but is too shy to tell him to stop, wondering if she even wants him to.

The mask he wears accentuates his eyes, and she stares, trying to decide if they remind her more of chocolate or coffee. He notices with a smirk, and her cheeks flush with heat all over again. Siobhan breaks the tension before he can say or do anything else.

"You haven't explained what you're dressed as."

Sebastian is momentarily surprised as if he expected her to say something else. "Why, I'm the Dread Pirate Roberts."

"...who?"

"The Dread Pirate Roberts," he repeats, clicking his tongue in mock disapproval at her lack of recognition. "He's not a man to be trifled with."

Siobhan doesn't hide her confusion. "Is this another wizarding tale I'm unfamiliar with?"

"Not at all," he protests, shaking his head. "The Dread Pirate Roberts is a very real person."

"But who is he?" she asks again.

Sebastian places her down once the forest floor evens out again and waves his arms in a flourish. "Why, he's me!"

Siobhan remains perplexed. "I...don't follow."

"Let me explain," he starts, grasping her hand once more as they continue along the path. "I learned about the Dread Pirate Roberts in my first year and thought it was a made-up tale, too. Some cautionary story they tell students so they don't go off exploring on their own—as if that would stop me. Instead, I started patrolling the Feldcroft harbor, wondering if any of the ships in the distance were actual pirates."

"I thought it was all hogwash until one summer evening I was captured and taken aboard."

"You were captured?" she is alarmed by his cavalier tone. "Weren't you frightened?"

Sebastian grins. "Sweetheart, I'm never frightened."

"But that's when I met him, Roberts, that is," he continues with a shrug. "Perhaps he took pity on me or was so impressed by my tenacity that he decided to keep me on as his valet. He said I could try for the night, but that he'd most likely kill me in the morning."

Siobhan blinks in disbelief. He has to be leading her on, right?

"All summer he said that, 'good night, Sallow. Good work, sleep well, I'll most likely kill you in the morning.' It was a fine time for me, all things considered," Sebastian explains. "Better than being cooped up with Uncle Solomon, if he even noticed my absense. I was learning to duel, and spells anyone on board was willing to teach me."

"Roberts and I eventually became friends," he says with a fond smile. "And then it happened."

"What?" Siobhan asks. "Go on."

"Well, Roberts had grown so rich, that he wanted to retire. So he took me to his cabin and told me his secret," he pauses to scoop her up again and she is so transfixed on his story that she doesn't care. "'I am not the Dread Pirate Roberts', he said. 'My name is Ryan. I inherited the ship from the previous Dread Pirate Roberts, just as you will inherit it from me. The man I inherited it from was not the real Dread Pirate Roberts, either. The real Roberts has been retired for fifteen years and living like a king in Patagonia."

"He explained it was the name was the important thing for inspiring the necessary fear. I doubt students would be fearful of someone called the Dread Pirate Cumberbun."

Siobhan furrows her brows in concern. "But you were just a child!"

"Thirteen, yes," Sebastian nods. "Which is why I wasn't exactly ready to leave my life behind. There was Anne and Ominis...not to mention Hogwarts. I'm not sure my parents would approve of me abandoning my schooling to live on the high seas as a pirate wizard."

"Roberts reluctantly let me go but insisted on me keeping the story alive," he says, placing her down again and brushing an errant lock of hair from her face. "So, what do you think?"

Siobhan refrains from calling him a loony and simply smiles. His gloved fingers linger by her cheek and she steadies herself, holding her breath again when his gaze darts from her eyes to her lips and back. Just as he dips his head closer, there's some rustling from the nearby brush, and a giant, unidentifiable beast lunges out in a dark blur. She lets out a startled scream as it tackles Sebastian to the ground, snarling as the two wrestle in the dead leaves.

In a panic, Siobhan grabs a large, club-like branch from the forest floor and smacks it against the beast's back until it rolls off of Sebastian with a groan. What she thought was a rabid monster turns out to be Garreth Weasley, wearing a hideous costume.

"Oi!" he shouts, raising his arms in defense. "It's only me!"

"Bloody hell, Weasley," Sebastian curses, out of breath as he pushes himself off the ground. "What in Merlin's name was that for? And what the hell are you dressed as?"

Garreth remains sprawled out. "A rodent of unusual size."

Before he can say anything else, Poppy Sweeting rushes down the path, the sparkly enchanted wings on her back leaving a trail of pixie dust.

"There you two are!" she shouts as she approaches. "We got worried when you didn't show up to the party!"

"We got lost," Siobhan explains, glancing at Sebastian.

"Mostly lost," he corrects, adjusting his costume with a smirk.

Garreth bounces upright and claps him on the back, gesturing to where they need to go. The two boys bicker about directions while Poppy looks at Siobhan with a curious expression. "Did we interrupt something?"

Siobhan shakes her head, knowing her blush says otherwise. Her friend links their arms and starts to describe the caramel-flavored butterbeer being served at the party. A few paces ahead, Sebastian looks over his shoulder at Siobhan, the two sharing a small smile. He winks, and her heart flutters—perhaps the Forbidden Forest isn't so bad, after all.

[thefugitivesaint]

Gustav Spangenberg (1828-1891), 'Der Zug des Todes' (The Train of Death), 1878 "The dance of death motif shows death as a skeleton in the garb of a sacristan with a death bell in his hand. It precedes a procession in which people of all classes have joined the ranks, some of whom are dressed in Renaissance style. Children are also involved, so the motif has a memento mori character that is intended to remind us of transience even at a young age. But death also has something easy, it seems to dance with a coquettish gesture, in front of it walk two girls in festive dresses with wreaths of flowers, next to them a bride. The picture shows the train at the moment it reaches a crossroads where other people are waiting to be taken along. On the left sits an old, emaciated woman, a widow in her black robe, and asks to be taken with her hands raised imploringly. But death seems to ignore them, it takes the right to decide the fate of the people itself. Will he take the young man on the right side of the picture with him, a soldier who is saying goodbye to his weeping sweetheart at a wayside shrine? A flock of black birds follows the procession, behind which the sun is just setting on the horizon, symbolizing the way out of the light into the darkness of death." Source

[truffeart]

It's Cameo time again!! <- Link to the Patron :)

Arc 4 is now over on my Patreon; therefore, Cameo OC Commissions are open until the 1st of December on my Patreon Shop, to appear in Arc 5, set in Gerudo Desert. This type of commission comes with a sketched reference of your OC, to fit Strings of Fate's style. And of course, their appearance in Gerudo Town! :)

For this Arc in Gerudo Desert, we are looking for OC’s that can enter Gerudo Town: They can be Voes, as long as they blend in by wearing Vai (female) clothing! They can be a Gerudo Soldier (strictly Vai in this case) , a street performer or merchant (for the festival), or simply a visitor enjoying the Festival (Picture a Festival like a mix of Shambhala and Renaissance Fair)

Everything is described in the Patreon Shop, you can find a link to it on my linktree, under the Shop tab! 🙂 If you have any question, feel free to ask them in the comments or message me

[mayakern]

I planned my Renaissance Festival fit around your sergle sunflowers skirt! I'm in love with this skirt and I'm honestly not a skirt person but this is now a key piece of my wardrobe, there's so many ways to style it!

ahhhh that’s such a lovely outfit omg!!

@sergle

[flowerandblood]

The Cherry Orchard (Oneshot)

[ students • modern!Aemond x fem!oc]

[warnings: just pure fluff my guys, safe space]

[description: She and Aemond are graphic design students, taking part in a competition for the best poster for a big festival in their city. When Aemond wins it, she begins to pay more attention to him, wanting to get to know him and befriend him. He remains completely indifferent, until he finds out that she can help him with a very important matter. Pure fluff.]

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

My other works: Masterlist

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A competition was announced at the graphics department of the Academy of Fine Art. The task was to create a poster for the symphony orchestra festival in their city. The festival itself was called Musical Architecture and received a large amount of funding, so the first three places were to receive a cash prize. The winning design was to be hung around the city and represent the entire festival. Bell decided that it was the perfect time to show off her skills.

She created a poster design in which a simple, minimalist house was composed of only musical notes. She added typography in the background and was pleased that it was a really cool, fresh idea. The whole thing looked simple and struck with a strong, legible sign, which was immediately associated with the name of the festival. She took the printout of her poster to her professor in whose design studio she was studying, and waited.

A council composed of professors of graphics and representatives of the festival gathered to choose the best works. After a few days the results were posted, which were available to everyone along with the classification. Bell, along with other classmates, ran up curiously to see who had won. She looked at the list and sighed heavily.

First Prize: Aemond Targaryen Second Prize: Emmet Colren Third Prize: Anna Bernard 1st Honorable Mention: Bell Stark Second Honorable Mention: Emma Arryn

"For fuck's sake!" She groaned, rubbing her face in fury.

She thought that fourth place was the worst place that could be because you are so close to the podium and you can only look at it. She would have taken this loss better if the overall winner, Aemond, hadn't been a year below her and the others on the list.

Aemond immediately caught her attention. Although she saw him only during woodcut classes, because the workshops were common for all years, she practically did not exchange a word with him. He only had three friends to hang out with, but otherwise he didn't talk to anyone.

She was embarrassed to pay attention to him because she thought that he was handsome. Unlike her other colleagues who favored a light, casual style of clothing, Aemond was always smartly dressed, almost as if he were a student of law rather than an arts.

Bell often looked over his shoulder, watching him laboriously cut out his stencils. All his works more or less referred to the works of the old masters. He created them with such finesse and processed them in such a way that he added his own, original, ironic commentary to them. His prints were always perfect and clean, unlike hers.

Her work was wild and chaotic, and while she also loved Renaissance and Baroque art, she didn't have the flair for capturing detail that he did. She was too expressive, her gestures were more emotional and ill-considered, which in the end added lightness to the whole work.

She liked to listen to him from the side. When he was talking to one of his friends, Isabel, he told various interesting anecdotes about religion, culture, art history. Bell felt like he knew everything, and thought that he must have read a lot.

She mentally agreed with everything that he said and could barely stop herself from approaching him and asking him about the various things that he was talking about.

She didn't dare.

Looking at him, she thought that she could make him happy. That if he wanted to, he would find in her a friend, listener and companion of his scientific quest. Embarrassed and ashamed at the thought, she gave up trying to get his attention.

The professors of the design studio decided that from this year, the semester reviews of all works from all years will be held jointly, and not, as before, in separate studios. Bell was going to see Aemond's work for the first time as his design that won the entire competition.

When he hung up his works and stood next to them, while the professor began to talk about what his student did all year and how many competitions he won, she thought that she would burn with shame. She felt that he deserved to win this and all the other competitions.

On his poster, their town hall building was partly depicted as a violin. He invented the whole form, so that it looked perfect and at first you didn't notice the difference between the building in reality, and what his poster depicted. Everything was simplified and enhanced with a strong, decisive red color, with the addition of white and black. The poster was fresh and brilliant.

His other works, performed as tasks assigned by his professor also impressed her. He referred in them to his roots, the folklore of the region he came from, using the technique of cut-outs, woodcuts and simple gesture illustrations to achieve the effect he needed. Bell thought that he was an outstanding student and was embarrassed to have her work shown.

During midterm break, Bell thought about a topic for her thesis, which she was due to start the following year. For years she has been doing genealogical research of her family, sending letters to the State Archives and parishes, looking for birth, marriage and death records of her ancestors.

She already had a whole catalog of these documents, and she also drew her great family tree. She thought that she would like to create a book, illustrated by herself, dedicated to her great-great-grandmother, Rosalia.

One day, sitting in a woodcut class, cutting out her stencil, she was talking to Isabel, whom she had liked since she met her for the first time. Aemond listened to their exchange without speaking, bent over his work.

Isabel finally asked Bell how her thesis preparation was going and why she had chosen her great-great-grandmother. Bell had told her about it eagerly.

“In the parish records of my great-grandfather, son of Rosalia, Joseph was listed as his father, but I was surprised that my great-great-grand mother's maiden name is the same as her husband's. So I started digging through the archives and found out that Rosalia had died unmarried, and her husband's name was made up. It turned out that she gave birth to six children in her lifetime as an unwed mother." She said excitedly as she made herself a cup of tea in the shared, electric kettle. Isabel looked at her in surprise.

"So who was their father?" She asked, surprised. Bell shrugged.

"I have no idea. My grandmother told me that she heard as a child that they were probably the children of some rich aristocrat, that Rosalia worked for. I have not been able to confirm this theory." She said as she poured her tea with hot water that had just boiled. She heard Aemond shift in his seat and clear his throat softly.

It wasn't until she glanced at him over her shoulder that she saw him staring at her. He stroked his chin as if debating whether to say something.

“My great-grandmother was locked up in a psychiatric hospital by her first husband and my great-grandfather during World War II, because he wanted to marry another woman. I later learned that experiments were carried out on patients in this hospital, and she disappeared after 1944. Her hospital was bombed, but I don't know if she was still there at the time." He said low, indifferent, calm. Bell stared at him in total shock at this sudden words, and Isabel was also impressed by the story.

"This is terrible!" She said, terrified. Bell thought hard.

"Have you tried writing to the National Archives in this area? You can even call them and ask if they have documents from this hospital. They will provide information to the family free of charge, some scans are also sent by e-mail for a small fee. If you want I can help you find out more." She said softly. He pursed his lips as he stared at his work, deep in thought.

"Yes, I would be very grateful." He spoke softly.

She felt a surge of great joy at his words and the fact that she might have a chance to get to know him better.

They agreed that Aemond would bring his laptop the next day and they try to work something out together. They managed to find several articles from those years and a historian who dealt with the case of this hospital. Bell called him, but put it on speakerphone, so Aemond could hear what he was saying.

“When the area was about to be liberated, the patients were forcibly transferred to a train with cattle cars and taken to the interior of the country. The train never reached its final destination – which was another hospital. When the hospital you are talking about was bombed, it was already a field hospital. Whatever happened to your friend's great-grandmother, we probably won't know, all the documents have been destroyed. Sorry, unfortunately I don't know anything else." The man said, genuinely concerned that he couldn't give them more specific information. Bell pursed her lips at his words.

“Thank you very much. Have a nice day." She said and hung up.

Aemond stared at his hands in silence, shocked. For a moment she didn't know what to say and looked away.

"I'm sorry." She said finally. He nodded and looked at her, his eye sad, tired, but also grateful.

"Thank you."

They had exchanged a few words once in a while since then, but Bell had the feeling that there was a wall between them. She decided, however, that she would not impose herself on him and would accept that he apparently had no need to become more familiar with her.

Isabel invited her to her vernissage, which was to take place in a few days at one of the famous local restaurants and pubs in one. Bell didn't want to go there, she was tired and completely immersed in her thesis. She decided to grant her a bit of rest, and finally she arrived at the agreed time.

She walked inside and immediately saw Isabel standing at the counter with Aemond, both of them holding beers. Isabel hugged her, happy that she had come.

Bell saw Aemond look at her as if he was scared of her. He turned his head quickly, taking another gulp of beer from the bottle. They greeted each other, and after a while the owner of the premises began the vernissage with a few words of introduction. Then Isabel spoke, and people dispersed to admire her works.

Bell was delighted when she noticed her classmates in the crowd of people - Emma and Peter, lovely, cheerful, talented people.

They sat together at one of the tables, ordering drinks, talking lightly on various topics. Bell saw Isabel and Aemond join several tables and sit down in a large group with their entire year.

For some reason, Bell felt sad at the thought that she probably wouldn't say a word to him for all evening. As she got up to go to the restroom and passed them, she saw Aemond glance at her from afar, but he turned quickly back to talking to his classmate. Bell thought that she would be heading home soon, heartbroken.

However, Isabel approached them and suggested, seeing that many people had already left, that the three of them join them and spend the evening with them. They gladly accepted this offer, took their chairs and sat down.

Bell decided that she wanted to get drunk to mask her sadness and desperation. She began to tell Isabel about her childhood stories, how she was a mafia boss in kindergarten and no one could take any toy from the shelf without her knowledge.

Isabel laughed loudly, and with her several people who listened with amusement. She saw that Aemond was looking at her. He stared at her with an unreadable expression on his face, and she thought with shame that he probably thought that she was a stupid idiot.

People slowly went home and said goodbye to everyone, but she didn't want to leave as long as he was there. Eventually the six of them stayed together and sat closer to each other, Aemond ordering another beer.

She could see that he was already slightly drunk, but he tried his best to show it as little as possible. After an hour, Isabel and her friend said that they were hungry and were going home to eat something. Emma and Peter also said that they had to go back.

In the end, they were alone.

"Was this city your first choice when you applied to Academy?" She asked curiously, wanting to strike up any kind of neutrally safe conversation. He looked at her in surprise, toying with his beer bottle.

“No.” He said finally. “I wanted to get to the capital, but they did not accept me. I failed my exams and ended up here, because only here was there still recruitment. It was probably my biggest failure in life.” He said casually, looking at his bottle absently. Bell rolled over in place and smiled warmly.

"I'm glad you didn't get in there." She said, before she could think what it sounded like. Aemond looked at her in shock, swallowed softly, and looked down, embarrassed. He did not answer.

She wanted to add something and deepen her thought, so that he wouldn't feel so awkward, but a waiter approached them, informing them that he was about to close the place. They had to quickly drink what they had and leave.

They settled outside the restaurant, looking at themselves uncertainly, not knowing, what to do.

"Which way are you going?" He asked, without looking at her. She pointed to the main, lit street on the right. He nodded and said that he was going there too.

They walked together, and for a moment there was a long, awkward silence between them which he broke.

"Simon is imposing on you?" He asked, looking at her out of the corner of his eye, and she, surprised, giggled at his question.

Simon was an odd character in their year, who sought constant attention. He made himself an infinite artist, having a great opinion of himself. He also constantly tried to establish new artistic relationships, create a kind of bohemianism, be the leader of an artistic group that he would create himself.

“He offered to take pictures of me, using the 19th-century technique. I don't have any pictures of my great-great-grandmother, so I agreed to pose in period attire. I had to pose for him in his rented room and I have to admit, it was incredibly weird. He wanted me to come over later that evening to see him develop the photos, but I figured that he probably wanted me to see something else." She said amused, the alcohol buzzing in her head, making everything seem laughable to her. Aemond smirked at her words.

"You did right. He also texts me all the time, praising my works. He's attention seeking whore and he annoys me so much." He hummed low and she looked at him, happy and beaming that they were finally talking lightly.

She felt a pleasant shiver as their shoulders rubbed against each other once in a while. Even though they didn't have to, they walked very close to each other.

Bell looked at him, seeing the street that he should turn on. She knew roughly where he rented a room, because Isabel lived nearby and had told her once.

"Isn't your street over there?" She sputtered softly, pointing diagonally, her seeing blury. She saw him purse his lips at her words, repeat the mechanical movement of stroking his chin with his hand again. She thought that he did it when he was stressed.

"No. I'll feel better if I walk you home." He said after a moment. Bell felt a heat in her belly at his words, and it wasn't the alcohol.

They set off together, talking about light, non-committal topics. Aemond looked around her neighborhood, surprised as if he suddenly recognized where he was.

"Isn't there a church not far from here?" He asked low, evidently the alcohol had begun to imprint on him as strongly as it had on her. Bell nodded.

"Yes, right behind that house." She said, pointing her finger at the tower that was barely visible in the night sky. Aemond muttered under his breath, agreeing with her.

"I go there every Sunday." He said lightly, and her heart skipped a beat at the thought that he came so close to her home every week and she didn't know it.

He took her to the building itself. They stared at each other for a moment.

She couldn't help herself and just hugged him. He returned the hug stiffly and turned away, wishing her a good night. Bell returned to the apartment delighted.

Since then, she and Aemond had exchanged messages from time to time, often simply complaining about Simon and how he tormented them.

[Bell]: I feel like his mistress that he is cheating on you with.

[Aemond]: I feel the same, he fucks us as he wants. Should I be jealous?

[Bell]: About me or about him?

[Aemond]: Good question.

She pursed her lips as she read his words, her cheeks blushed. They used to say such sentences to each other from time to time, and she felt subconsciously, that even though they both pretended that they weren't, there was something going on between them.

They started going out together with his other friends to the city. Isabel always invited her, but now that she knew more of their year, she felt more at ease with all of them.

They sat down in one of the pubs, on a large, arched couch, in front of which was a big, round table. Even though there was plenty of room on the other side, Aemond sat down next to her. She took a sip of her drink, trying to hide the smile that appeared on their faces.

They sat there for several hours, talking about their professors, their classes and difficult assignments, unfinished projects and exams that were still ahead of them. The bartender finally told them that they were about to close, so they got up to leave. Aemond, Isabel, and Bell were walking in the same direction.

Bell instantly regretted her decision not to go to the restroom. She considered running into some bushes before her bladder gave out. She pursed her lips, feeling like she really wasn't going to last any longer.

"I need to go to the restroom." She mumbled softly, looking at them. Aemond looked at her in surprise and swallowed.

"You can come over, but I warn you, my roommates have turned this apartment into a pigsty." He said low and hesitant, embarrassed by his proposal.

Bell felt a heat in her lower abdomen at his proposal. The thought of being alone with him, at night, in his apartment.

"Stupidity, I live closer! Come to me Bell, I live around the corner already!” Isabel said cheerfully, not understanding that she had just ruined her entire plan.

Neither she nor Aemond could explain why Bell should go to him when she did live closer so Bell, disappointed, went to Isabel and returned home.

As she was going to bed, she saw that Aemond had shared with her via the app a link to a Facebook event about a lecture at the museum about Renaissance art, which they both found to be interested in. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw that he had written another message underneath it.

"Do you want to come with me?"

Bell wondered for a long time if this was actually a date or not. She decided not, so she dressed the way she would dress for class - dungarees, a white turtleneck, and cherry-printed socks. She let her long, dark hair down.

When she got there, she was pleased to see that Aemond was already waiting for her at the entrance. She had heard him say once that he hated being late. They both showed up ahead of time.

They greeted each other and entered without a word, taking their seats next to each other. The lecture began, and she tried to focus as much as possible on what the woman was saying, not on the fact that he was sitting next to her.

After a few minutes, she decided that she could at least glance at him once in a while. She looked at him and saw that his eye was fixed on her socks. She blinked questioningly. He looked up at her eyes, a smirk on his face.

"Nice socks, cherry." He grunted and she blushed as she turned her head away. She felt her heart pounding hard, her fingers quivering slightly in her lap.

She tried to convince herself that she hadn't been falling in love with him in recent months, but she knew that wasn't true.

After the lecture, Aemond offered to walk her back again which she greadily agreed to. As they walked, she felt him slip something into her jacket pocket and she jumped in surprise, a smile lighting up her face.

"What's that?" She asked, sticking her fingers in her pocket, feeling the little ball with the stick on it. She took it out.

It turned out to be a strawberry lollipop.

“You once told Isabel that you didn't like cut flowers. That you'd rather men bring you lollipops, because you might eat them at least." He said, feigning indifference, looking at her expectantly as if to see if her reaction would be what he expected.

She pursed her lips, looking at him happily. She thought that she could kiss him now.

"Yes, thank you, it's a wonderful gift." She said, unwrapping the lollipop and immediately popping it into her mouth.

She could see him trying hard not to watch as she slipped it in and out of her mouth once in a while with a loud click of her saliva.

When they were in front of her building, she decided that she wanted to try. That she really likes him, really values him, really wants him. She thought it might work.

Christmas break was approaching and she knew that he would be leaving in a few days. She decided that it was the perfect time to ask him for what she had wanted to do for a long time.

"I'd like to write you letters when you're gone. Will you give me the address of your family home?" She asked uncertainly, her voice trembling slightly as she popped the lollipop into her mouth again.

She saw him tense all over, his gaze rising from her lips to her bright eyes. He swallowed softly, then forced out one sentence with difficulty.

"I'll give you my address only if you give me yours."

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My dears, those who know my private stories from my blog may have guessed, but - beware - this story is an exact reflection of how I met my husband-Aemond. Tomorrow we celebrate our second wedding anniversary. Everything I wrote in this fanfic really happened! Of course I condensed it and left out some important events to make it make sense as a plot, but that's how we fell in love.

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[cowboyemeritus]

ugh thinking about being Mary's cottagecore gf again

“Dude, is that your girl?” Mary instantly perks up at the mention of you, his head whipping in the direction the guitar tech is looking. You’re not hard to spot, a flare of pastels in a sea of black and blood red. Your eyes meet and you smile, giving him a cute little wave that makes his heart skip a beat.

“Yeah,” Mary says, grinning. “That’s her.” The tech snickers.

“She just get back from the renaissance festival or something?” He’s been a judgmental asshole for as long as Mary has known him, but now he’s dangerously close to crossing a line. He doesn’t want to spoil the mood, though. Because you’re here, everything should be perfect.

Mary shrugs, turning his attention back to his instrument, though all he wants to do is look at you. “Just her style, man.” One of the sound engineers comes up to ask him a question and the tech elbows him a little too hard in the ribs, laughing.

“Bro’s fucking whipped,” he says, now fully neglecting his job. “I thought you were only into goth chicks, Goore. What happened? You gonna start dressing like a medieval peasant, too?” Mary’s had just about enough of this guy.

“You got a fucking problem with my girl?” Out of the corner of his eye he sees you watching, brow furrowed with concern. It’s loud enough in the room that you shouldn’t be able to hear the commotion on stage, but he still worries. The last thing he wants is for you to feel self-conscious.

The tech scratches his neck, taken aback by Mary snapping at him. “Nah, dude.” He laughs again, nervously this time. “You know I’m just playing.”

Mary grunts. “Well maybe you get to fucking work instead. We’re on in,” he glances over at the digital clock on the far wall, “ten minutes. Go, before I fucking kick your ass.” The tech scampers off without another word. Mary looks back in your direction, sees you mouth everything okay?, then flashes you a quick thumbs up.

The show goes by in a blur. All Mary wants is to scoop you up in his arms.

You wait for him, long after the regular concertgoers have filed out. A few groupies hang around, no doubt wanting a piece of Mary and/or one of his other bandmates. He has eyes only for you, though, and as soon as he’s free from responsibility he practically flies to where you’re leaning against the stage, enveloping you with his lanky body. He kisses you hard, his tongue delving into your sweet mouth before pulling away and taking a good look at you. From this angle he can see right down your loose, puffy shirt. Instead of acting out, though, he gives you another quick kiss.

“Hey, gorgeous,” he says, cradling your cheek with callused fingers. It’s adorable that, even after all this time, you still get flustered when he calls you that. “Glad you could make it.”

“Sorry I didn’t get the chance to change,” you murmur, looking away. “A bunch of middle-schoolers made a mess of the reading room, and-“ He quiets you with another kiss, delighting in how you melt against him. People are staring, but Mary couldn’t care less. You make such a pretty pair, it’s only natural that they’d be jealous.

“You look beautiful, baby.” He pulls you in closer so that you can feel his hard-on against your thigh. “But if it’s any consolation, you’ll be out of these clothes soon enough.”

[hirkyy]

461.

Women's clothing. Chernihiv Oblast', Sosnyts'kyi raion, late 19th century. The ensemble includes: satin jacket, skirt and woolen apron ("zapaska"), headscarf ("khustka"), shoes, coral necklace, metal pendant ("dukach").

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Women's festive dress. Chernihivshchyna. The ensemble includes: embroidered linen shirt, woven overskirt ("plakhta"), apron ("zapaska") and vest ("kersetka") made from manufactured fabric, ribbons adorned with embroidered ornament, flowers, "chornobryvtsi" style boots, coral necklace, metal pendant ("dukach").

Reconstructions from "Ukrainian costume. Hope for a Renaissance." by Tamara Nikolayeva.

[xohyeona]

RXMANCE is KRUSH’s fifth full studio album. the album includes nine tracks, including the title track, MIDAS TOUCH. RXMANCE sold 701,219 copies on the first day of its release, and 1,262,272 in the first week. RXMANCE peaked at number two on the gaon album chart along with MIDAS TOUCH on the k-pop hot 100. the song also won 7 music show awards. it did amazing both domestically and internationally internationally, debuting at number one on the billboard k-pop hot 100 and the world digital songs chart. promotions for RXMANCE lasted about a month, performing MIDAS TOUCH and a few other b-sides such as I GO CRAZY BECAUSE OF YOU, YOU THINK?, LOOK AT ME, and OH BOY on music shows and festivals, along with multiple variety show appearances.

❤︎ TRACKLIST

INTRO

I GO CRAZY BECAUSE OF YOU

MIDAS TOUCH

YOU THINK?

LIPS

DRESSING ROOM

LOOK AT ME

OH BOY

GONE

❤︎ STYLING

❤︎ ERA

↳ LETS BRING IT BACK TO 2009!

↳ these girls gave straight britney spears in the album, a newer concept for the group. with the “y2k” sound sticking around in kpop, they stood out for taking the early 2010s route instead, with all of their songs being reminiscent of that time period

↳ to say fans of krush were shocking is an understatement, their jaws were DROPPED watching the music video and stages

↳ they were the topic of the week on stan twitter. from comments calling them the queens of the 2010s renaissance, to the multiple viral pictures of their styling and concept photos

↳ the official bratz tiktok account posted a video using midas touch and kaeleina freaked out on live for 10 minutes. she also commented on the bratz post “slayyyy 💜” and people demanded a collab… we’ll see if that happens in the future

↳ kaleina and moonsun stole the show with their rap verses while l.i and aeri hit the mark with their vocals. all girls received heavy praise for their stage presence, with many believing this concept suit them perfectly

↳ the members all have writing credits for most of the songs. they explained that they wrote multiple of the songs together and all decided which ones would be on the album

↳ a funny moment of this era was moonsun going on live and playing you think? on repeat for thirty minutes, claiming it was her favorite song on the album. she jokingly told fans that “every time you tell me to play a different song i’m going to keep playing this one” the whole live was so unserious fr

↳ overall, this era really showed a new side to krush. they really hit it hard with the mature vibe that their fans and the girls enjoyed

a/n: AHHH hi cece!! @urmykrushhh this was so fun to make, i tried to give them something with a similar vibe but a slightly different concept. i have a another writing for the girls i’m working on too, but i just got this one done first, i hope you like it! 🫶

[beardedmrbean]

COPENHAGEN, Denmark -- Denmark’s King Frederik laid a foundation stone Thursday to launch the reconstruction of Copenhagen’s iconic Old Stock Exchange, the 400-year-old harborside landmark that was partly destroyed by a fire in April.

Frederik squeezed in a square sandstone, etched with his monogram and weighing about 60 kilograms (130 pounds), into a red brick wall on a corner of the Old Stock Exchange. That marked the official start of the reconstruction.

In the early morning of April 16, the blaze tore through Boersen, as it is known in Danish, collapsing its green copper roof and iconic dragon-tail spire. Two days later, a large section of the building’s outer wall collapsed inwards. The site took months to clean up as some 1,000 tons of debris had to be removed.

Considered a leading example of the Dutch Renaissance style in Denmark, it opened in 1624 as a trading place, nine years after construction had begun. Denmark’s Chamber of Commerce, the building’s owner, has said it wants it to be as it once was. The plan is to use the same materials as when the building was erected.

Initial plans had been to mark the building’s anniversary after a thorough renovation with festivities but those plans were changed following the fire. Now only about 45% of the Old Stock Exchange still stands. An old firewall stopped the blaze from spreading.

“Today we are celebrating the 400th anniversary of the Stock Exchange! And we mark that with the laying of the foundation stone by King Frederik, which is the start of a new chapter: the rebuilding of Boersen,” Brian Mikkelsen, head of the Chamber of Commerce, wrote on X.

It is expected to take several years with no end date for now and no details about the costs. The owner has said it will foot the bill.

As the blaze raged, ordinary people ventured in to help authorities rescue artworks, and around 90% of the cultural objects were rescued from the fire.

They have been stored in a modern warehouse northwest of Copenhagen, along with sculpted stones, bricks and wall parts. The aim is to reuse as many of the latter as possible, the Chamber of Commerce has said.

Some 800,000 handmade bricks have been ordered in Germany and the plan is to use between 800 and 1,000 trees from a Swedish Baltic Sea island.

“We must do everything to ensure that that tragedy does not repeat,” Culture Minister Christina Egelund said in a statement, as the Danish government announced that it would look into whether current regulations are sufficient to protect historic buildings.

Danish authorities have yet to reveal the cause of the fire, but it’s believed to have started on the building’s roof, which had been wrapped in scaffolding because of ongoing renovation work to be completed for its anniversary in 2024.

The blaze was reminiscent of the April 2019 fire at the 800-year-old Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris.