#spanish popular costumes

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María Jubón Rayado La tradición desvelada. Indumentaria tradicional de Alcublas

Sergio Civera Ponz - Javier Marco Cajero L'ETNO, Museo Valencià d'Etnologia, Valencia 2020, 318 Páginas, 22x27cm, ISBN 9788477958444, Español

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Catálogo de la exposición María Jubón Rayado: la tradición desvelada. Indumentaria tradicional de Alcublas en el que se pueden ver las imágenes de las prendas y objetos seleccionados para la exposición y que muestran las piezas características con las que se vestían los hombres y mujeres de la localidad de Alcublas del siglo XVIII. Se trata de inventarios de bienes e hijuelas de 1760 y 1761.

Traje de Mayoralesa, Traje de Basquiña, Traje de Churra, Traje de Rosariera, Traje de Churro

Indumentaria femenina, masculina, infantil

05/12/23

[millenari]

I'm been doing a 'beginners guide to Cats productions' and its very funny because truly some productions are really not *that* remarkable on their own merits and have only become notable within the fandom because footage for that production is very accessible (ie on youtube)

So I'm doing rundowns on the most notable/popular productions and some of them are like 'changed X element to what its known as today, first usage of Y element ever in Cats, featured A, B, and C well-known cast members' and some of them are like 'it certainly exists'

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

I saw Charlie was on your list and screamed! (get it?) I would love Charlie secretly having sex with the popular school princess after she got sorely dumped by her popular boyfriend. They can wear cute matching halloween costumes and get caught together on the couch by Kirby. She is the only of her friend who wouldn't make too much fun of her

Some late (slightly) spooky vibes with Charlie. There is not enough fics about him *crying*

Warnings: mention of cheating, secret meetings

—

While everyone thought you were heartbroken after getting cheated on by Trevor, you were having the best time bouncing on Charlie Walker’s cock. You and him were an unusual match — the popular princess and the history geek —, but you worked. 

It all began two weeks ago when you and Trevor got into an argument in his truck. He was supposed to take you to his place since his parents were out of town for the weekend, but when he stopped for gas on the way there, he left his phone unlocked and you saw a new message coming in from ‘Tamara🍑’ — a fucking nude. You confronted him about it and he called you out for invading his privacy and snooping through his phone when it was his fault for leaving his phone unlocked and sexting with other girls behind your back. Because apparently, there was more than one. 

What a piece of shit. 

Between the heated voices and the tears, Trevor stopped the truck and told you to get out…on the side of the road. Thankfully, you knew where you were, but it wasn’t less shitty of him to dump you on the street like that. 

You tried to call Kirby, but it went to voicemail. Where was she? And to make the situation worse, your phone was running low on battery. 

It was shortly after that Charlie found you. He was walking home from Robbie’s and found you sitting on the curbside, crying.  It was dark and difficult to see, but he knew it was you. He recognized your pink socks peeking out of your sneakers. 

He approached you slowly, coming to a stop beside you, and looked down at your tear stained face. “Uh, hey…You alright?” Charlie knew it was a stupid question. You were clearly upset, but he asked anyway.

‘’I think Trevor and I just broke up,’’ you said simply. 

‘’What happened?’’ he asked, not really caring but willing to be the ear or shoulder you needed. Charlie would do anything to get close to you. 

You hesitated. You would have preferred to talk to your best friend about this, but Kirby wasn't picking up your calls. Charlie was just your table neighbor from Spanish class, but he was right there. 

‘’I caught him sexting other girls.’’ 

Disbelief and anger crossed Charlie’s face. You said girls in plural, as in more than one. 

He shook his head slightly, looking at you with sympathy, and sat down next to you on the curb. ‘’Fucking asshole.’’ 

You couldn’t agree more. 

Charlie pulled his sleeve up in his hand, carefully wiping the tears off your face. His hand lingered on your chin for a moment before letting his arm fall back to his side. “If you were my girlfriend, I could never cheat on you. You’re the prettiest girl in this shithole.”

His kind words caused a blush to form on your face. You’ve never really paid attention to Charlie before. All you knew about him was that he was president of the Woodsboro Cinema Club, which Kirby was part of. You’ve also been to last year’s Stab-a-thon with her. It was your first time seeing Stab. You remember Charlie sitting next to you and telling you all sorts of facts about the movie. It was sweet of him, and surprisingly interesting. 

When you were in her car, Kirby pointed out that he’s been crushing on you for a long time.  

You didn't remember how it happened, but you kissed Charlie. Maybe it was because you were hurt and needed comfort, or maybe it was because you needed to feel loved after finding out Trevor’s side girls. If he was sexting with other girls, he clearly didn't love you enough. So, you decided to find affection from someone who would give it to you. It was wrong to take advantage of Charlie’s feelings, to use him to make yourself feel better, but your heart was hurting and it was clouding your judgment.

Charlie was stunned when your lips touched his. He didn't think he would ever get a chance with you. Popular girls never fall for the geeks. That only happens in rom-coms. But here you were, kissing him and grabbing the front of his hoodie to pull him closer.

As you kissed, he could feel the damp streaks of your tears on your cheeks, and smell the sweet vanilla of your perfume. He let you pull him like a puppet, just happy that you were kissing him and finally giving him the attention he’s been dreaming of for so long…even if it was just you needing comfort.  

You took comfort to another level when you followed Charlie to his house and asked him to take you to his bed. He should have pushed you away and offered to walk you home, but his dick was so hard and straining against his pants from the feeling of your tits pressing against his chest.  

After that night, you started seeing each other regularly.  

Despite his lack of experience, Charlie was a good listener and a quick learner. He was sweet and funny…and a little bit of a freak too. He let you do things Trevor would never have, like letting you on top and taking full control, or putting a finger up his ass. It sounded unpleasant, but Charlie never came faster. You were both shocked. 

Tonight was the Halloween party at Kirby’s. You usually were not that excited for Halloween, but you couldn’t wait to see Charlie’s reaction to your costume. The horror movie nerd in him will love it. You spent the day helping her put out decorations and made spooky snacks. Cooking was not your best talent, but the mummy dogs and graveyard brownies were looking good. 

‘’Laurie Strode?’’ Kirby said with a frown when she saw you later that night, dressed in  a blue shirt and a blond wig. ‘’Since when do you watch horror movies?’’

‘’I’m not a fanatic like you, but I do watch some of them,’’ you corrected, making yourself a drink and taking one of the graveyard brownies. 

Skeptical, Kirby hummed, and bit the head off a green sour patch kids. ‘’Charlie!’’ she called toward the living room. ‘’I think I found your other half!’’ 

Your heart started pounding in your chest, thinking you had been discovered by Kirby, but she actually meant your costumes. You were Laurie Strode and he was…Michael Myers. 

With a drink in one hand, Charlie Walker entered the room. He raised his eyebrows as soon as he saw you, a smile forming on his face. Your shirt was visibly too small and tight around the chest, which triggered mental visuals of what was underneath. 

‘’Not babysitting tonight?’’ he asked, trying to compose himself. Even after a few weeks of being together, he still got a little flustered around you.  

You shook your head. ‘’No one needed me, I guess.’’ 

‘’Just because you’re off duty doesn’t mean I won’t stab you tonight.’’ Charlie took a sip of his beer, hoping it would make you laugh. 

You did laugh, as a matter of fact. It was a dorky joke, but his delivery was charming enough to amuse you. 

‘’Do you want to take a picture,’’ you asked, pulling out your phone. 

Charlie nodded and you posed as your characters — you screaming while he attempted to stab you. It wasn’t strange for you to get close to him, and to be touchy — you’ve touched each other a lot more intimately —, but the other people at the party were surprised to see you both socializing with each other. To their knowledge, you and Charlie only knew each other through mutual friends. The complicity and the comfortableness between you should not have been there. 

After taking pictures, Olivia snatched you away from him and began telling you about the guy she just made out with but was now avoiding because she didn’t want him to think he had a chance with her. You felt bad for leaving Charlie like that, but you couldn’t tell Olivia you were talking to him because she would have asked questions. You didn’t want to deal with her judgment. She may be your friend, but she would judge you for having sex with Charlie. 

The only person who wouldn’t judge you too much is probably Kirby. 

But you liked having a secret affair with Charlie. It was something that was only yours. A part of your life you didn’t share with anyone. 

You crashed on the couch with a tired yawn as the house started to empty out. The party had been fun, but after hours of loud music and chatter, the sudden quiet felt like a welcome relief. You took the tv remote and flipped through the channels. It’s Halloween night, there must be something good on. 

Ah, Nightmare on Elm street. 

Settling back into the cushions, you tried to catch up with the scene on the tv. The movie was only fifteen minutes in, so it shouldn't be too hard to follow. 

‘’The reboot isn't half as bad as people make it out to be,’’ a voice chimed in from behind. 

You glanced up to see Charlie leaning over the back of the couch. A smile curled on your lips, pleased to see him. You assumed he had left with Robbie. 

‘’The lead acting sucked, the CGIs were horrible, the kills were nothing new, and come on, Krueger was already a child killer, it was unnecessary to make him a child rapist too—’’ Charlie went on.

You shot him a glare. ‘’Don’t spoil the whole movie! I’ve never seen it.’’ 

Charlie’s expression changed. ‘’Are you serious?! Never?’’ He stepped around the couch and flipped through Kirby’s DVD collection under the tv. It was small, but he knew she had the Nightmare on Elm street box set. ‘’We’re fixing that right now. You must watch the original. This is garbage compared to it.’’

‘’But you just said it wasn’t bad,’’ you said, quirking an eyebrow in confusion.

Charlie looked over his shoulder, correcting you. ‘’That’s not what I said. I said it isn't half as bad as people make it out to be. Not that it was great.’’

He set the disc in the DVD player, then sat with you on the couch.

You were quickly captivated by the movie, your eyes never leaving the tv screen as you watched Freddy torment these teenagers in their dreams — well, nightmares. The character of Freddy looked different from the one in the remake, and Charlie explained that it was because it wasn’t Robert Englund under the makeup. 

When you got to the scene where Glen overheard Tina and Rod having sex in Tina’s parent’s bedroom, Charlie shifted on the couch. The scene was over thirty seconds, and hearing moanings while sitting next to you was making his mechanic suit feel tight in the crotch area. At his house, he would have made a move, but you were at Kirby’s. She could come in at any moment. 

His shifting got your attention. You looked at Charlie, who was staring at the tv with a clenched jaw, and immediately figured what was happening. He was terrible at hiding that he was turned on. Mischief in your eyes, you couldn’t resist having a little fun. Quietly, you moved your hand towards his thigh.

Charlie’s body stiffened automatically as he felt your hand on his thigh. He was hoping you didn’t notice how he was getting hard, but it was too late for that now. 

He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself, but then you moved your hand higher. ‘’Stop,’’ he muttered through gritted teeth, covering your hand with his. ‘’Kirby—’’

‘’She’s not here. Everyone’s gone home.’’ 

‘’It’s her house. She’s somewhere.’’ 

You sighed. ‘’Then, let’s go somewhere else.’’

—

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[literaryvein-reblogs]

Word List: Dance

for your next poem/story

Allemande - a 17th and 18th century court dance developed in France from a German folk dance; a dance step with arms interlaced

Beguine - a vigorous popular dance of the islands of Saint Lucia and Martinique that somewhat resembles the rumba

Bourrée - a 17th century French dance usually in quick duple time

Cabriole - a ballet leap in which one leg is extended in midair and the other struck against it

Chaconne - an old Spanish dance tune of Latin American origin

Czardas - a Hungarian dance to music in duple time in which the dancers start slowly and finish with a rapid whirl

Estampie - a usually textless, monophonic musical work of the late Middle Ages consisting of several repeated units that probably accompanied a dance

Farandole - a lively Provençal dance in which men and women hold hands, form a chain, and follow a leader through a serpentine course

Gavotte - a dance of French peasant origin marked by the raising rather than sliding of the feet

Hora - a circle dance

Juba - a dance that was accompanied by complex rhythmic hand clapping and slapping of the knees and thighs and that was performed on plantations in the southern U.S. by enslaved Black people

Kolo - a central European folk dance in which dancers form a circle and progress slowly to right or left while one or more dancers perform elaborate steps in the center

Lavolta - an early French couple dance characterized by pivoting and making high springs or bounds

Matachin - a dance performed by a matachin (i.e., a sword dancer in a fantastic costume)

Maxixe - a ballroom dance of Brazilian origin that resembles the two-step

Mazurka - a Polish folk dance in moderate triple measure

Passacaglia - an old dance performed to a passacaglia (i.e., an old Italian or Spanish dance tune consisting of variations usually on a ground bass in moderately slow triple time)

Pavane - a stately court dance by couples that was introduced from southern Europe into England in the 16th century

Quadrille - a square dance for four couples made up of five or six figures chiefly in ⁶/₈ and ²/₄ time

Rigadoon - a lively dance of the 17th and 18th centuries

Saltarello - an Italian dance with a lively hop step beginning each measure

Strathspey - a Scottish dance that is similar to but slower than the reel

Tarantella - a lively folk dance of southern Italy in ⁶/₈ time

Varsovienne - a graceful dance similar to a mazurka and popular in many European countries, Mexico, and the U.S.

Zamacueca - a South American especially Chilean courtship dance

More: Word Lists

[missempanada]

10 random facts about Spain you might wanna know for your fan work

My Hetalia hyperfixation came back this 2025 and it's stronger than ever. So to celebrate, I decided to make this post to share with you a little bit of real contemporary Spanish culture and to debunk some stereotypes. If you're writing or creating art about Spain this might help you add some details that will make the character, as well as his relationships with other nations, feel more authentic.

#1. We have two surnames, not a compound one (so it's "Fernández Carriedo", not "Fernandez-Carriedo"). I explained how that works in a post some years ago.

#2. We don't really drink sangría when we go to bars. It's considered a thing for tourists, especially considering how much they can charge you for it. Instead of that, we drink tinto de verano which is a mixture of red wine and either sparkling water or sparkling lemonade (usually the second one). When we do drink sangría, it's usually at a house or student delegation party and the methods we use to prepare it are usually not... very clean or sophisticated. It’s usually just cheap wine mixed with soda, with some chopped fruits thrown in, and it’s often made in a large plastic tub or basin without much concern for presentation or hygiene.

#3. Likewise, the dish that we like the most isn't paella, but tortilla de patatas. You'll find a plate of tortilla in every household when it's time to watch a football match, celebrate a birthday or watch the Eurovision grand final. Also, the only thing this tortilla has in common with the Mexican one is the name.

#4. The olive oil stereotype is way more accurate than the tomato one. We put olive oil in everything. Though if you wanna combine both stereotypes, most Spaniards love to have a toast with tomato pulp, olive oil and salt, either as breakfast or as a snack. The name and preparation of this toast can have slight variatons from region to region.

#5. Most Spaniards don't like bullfighting and even advocate for it to be banned. According to this survey, only 24% of Spaniards like bullfighting and it's usually those amongst the older generations. We usually consider the bullfighter stereotype to be offensive but we also think the imaginery slays (no pun intended) with fashion designers such as Palomo Spain using it in their works (this is the costume he designed for our entry in Eurovision 2022). It's kind of contradicting so take this information as you will. But basically: killing bulls, NO; pretty and shiny costumes, YES.

#6. According to a survey, Portugal (#1) and Italy (#2) are the two countries most liked by Spaniards. According to another survey, those two countries along with Greece would be the ones we'd be the most willing to help in case of a crisis. Can't tell if it's reciprocated, but according to every Spanish student's Erasmus experience ever I would say yes! (If you're not European and don't know what Erasmus is, look it up. Might be useful for a college AU). Also, there seems to be a rise in the idea of Mediterranean/southern European/PIGS pride among youths of any political inclination, often making memes like this one, which may or may not be related to the data I just provided. I'd say we consider the Portuguese to be our siblings, Italians to be our cousins (though cuanto más primo, más me arrimo jk) and Greeks to be our distant cousins.

#7. The "th" sound in the neutral European Spanish dialect (the one you hear in movies and shows) isn't a lisp, but a phenomenon linguists call diferenciación. If anyone wants me to explain this in detail, I'll gladly make a separate post about it. If you don't know how it works I suggest you don't use it in fics and stuff because we will point and laugh at you. Especially considering some provinces in Spain only pronounce the S sound, just like Latin Americans.

#8. Though Enrique Iglesias is great, he's not the most popular singer in Spain at the moment, especially since he's retired from music. Spanish girls and gays usually listen to Rosalía, Ana Mena, Lola Índigo or Belén Aguilera, amongst others. Straight people usually listen to Quevedo (ew). David Bisbal was very big in the 2000s and he's still universally loved by all, whether we actually like his music or see him as a living meme. Collaborations with Latin American artists (examples 1, 2, 3) are also very popular and collaborations with Italian artists are becoming increasingly popular (examples 1, 2, 3). I have a playlist of Spanish pop artists (mostly women) that you can check here. If your fic or artwork is set on the 20th Century, you might wanna check this playlist instead. And here's another one for Spanish classical composers.

#9. Doraemon and Crayon Shin Chan are a cultural staple amongst Spaniards raised in the late 90s-2000s-early 2010s. So much so, that there's even an episode of Crayon Shin Chan in which the Nohara family goes to Spain on vacation. I've bonded with Japanese people over this lol

#10. We typically don't use the word "gringo" to refer to USAmericans (though it's becoming more popular now since younger generations are more used to hearing Latin American slang because of both the Internet and recent migrations), we use "guiri" instead. This word is used to describe people who are whiter than us, for lack of a better explanation. So, basically, Central Europeans + Nordics + Brits + USAmericans + Canadians. Like most words in Spanish, it can be considered either a neutral descriptor or a pejorative term depending on the context and intonation. For example, if a Spaniard has an English or German partner, they may call them "mi guiri" (my guiri) as a light-hearted tease. However, if we're talking about drunk English tourists jumping from balconies... then yes, it's definitely pejorative.

I'd love it if anyone else in the fandom does this with facts about their country because I love learning new things about other cultures and peoples. So if you write a post like this, please tag me so I can read it! Also if you want me to confirm or debunk any stereotype let me know and I'll do it in the comments.

Bonus fun fact: Spain is the gayest country in Europe (based on the percentage of people that identify as LGBT+).

[mj0702]

I didn't do anything

Not the best work in the World but since it's all fiction 😅

For you @samkerrworshipper ❤️

Jenni sat on your couch, her legs folded in under her, reading a book in the comfortable silence of your shared flat. It wasn't often, that your flat was this quiet. With Alexia, you and Jenni sharing a flat there was often chaos instead of silence – the two football stars always moving around, hardly containing their energy during the day filled with trainings, media and other obligations made it hard to get some peace. You on the other hand loved your quiet time while your girlfriends are out for said obligations. You work as an EMT in Barcelona and sometimes you bartend in the bar of a good friend of yours to unwind from your hard, emotional Job.

That was were you where tonight – bartending in one of the better known clubs in Barcelona. Jenni choose not do accompany you tonight in favour of staying in and enjoy a little quiet time with a glass of red wine and a good book, leaving the task of having an eye on you during your shift to your other girlfriend Alexia. You were very popular within the crowd getting flirted on by a regular basis. Which didn't bother you in the slightest always making sure to leave it at some flirty lines or a smile here and there – the tips were great when you flirted back a little. Your girlfriends on the other hand minded quiet a bit since both of them where more on the possessive side also getting jealous quickly. You couldn't count the amount of times you had to calm either Alexia or Jenni down when a costumer was too forward for their liking. Normally a reassuring smile or a squeeze to their hand as they sat at the end of the bar waiting for you to finish did the trick but there were also times where you had to settle their wandering minds with showing “their mark“ to them. About a year ago you surprised both of them with getting their signature tattooed to your collarbones – Alexias on the left, Jennis on the right side. To say both of them were thrilled about it would be the understatement of the year – and they rewarded you a lot for it.

Jenni just turned another page as the door basically got kicked open, some shuffling and then got kicked closed again. The dark haired woman looked up from her book raising an eyebrow in anticipation waiting for what's about to happen. She didn't get disappointed as seconds later a fuming Alexia turned around the corner dragging you behind her by your shirt. You looked rather bewildered by your girlfriends actions as she dragged you down the corridor towards your shared bedroom. Jenni took a deep breath before closing her book, laying it on the side table and quietly walking towards the bedroom. The sight she was greeted with was something she wouldn't forget quickly. Alexia was muttering in spanish while basically ripping your clothes off as you just stood in the middle of room not daring to move.

„What are you doing back here this early?“ Jenni asked no one particular after closing the door behind her and leaning against it, her arms crossed over her chest.

„Shift apparently ended early“ you said confused but immediately yelped as Alexias hand connected with your ass cheek

„Calla“ she sneered at you „you don't get to talk after what you've done“

„I haven't done anything“ you exclaimed – again she spanked your ass hard

„Are you really talking back.. to ME?!“ Alexia growled while pushing you down on your knees

„Ale...“ this time it was Jenni who interrupted „... calm down – at least explain to me what happened“

„She let this guy touch her“ the blond woman sneered „He touched what's mine“

„Excuse me?!“ the other spaniard said shocked

„Yes... she was dancing with him behind the bar... and he touched her“ Alexia was fuming

„I didn't mean that... he touched what's YOURS?!“ the older woman said challenging at Alexia with a raised eyebrow.

„Ours“ the midfielder grumbled

„Mhm... I thought so“ Jenni murmured before pushing herself off the door she was leaning against slowly approaching you „Now tell me Querida... what did you think letting others touch you – right in front of Alexia“

You knew better than to just answer so you hung your head and avoided eye contact

„Ah“ the dark haired exclaimed „so you DO remember some rules... go on... speak up“

„I didn't do anything“ you pouted

„You knew EXACTLY what you were doing“ Alexia growled as she rummaged through your wardrobe

„I didn't do anything“ you repeated annoyed

„Tsk... watch your attitude“ Jenni warned you

„But I really didn't do anything“ you said again losing your nerve

„Y/N!“ Jenni warned

You just huffed and growled quietly lowering your head again knowing it was no use to fight

„Don't you worry“ Alexia growled „I'll fuck that attitude right out of her... you mind tying her up for me?“ she looked at Jenni already throwing a pair of handcuffs her way

„Of course not... on the bed Y/N“ she said while nudging you forward with her foot against your hip

You fell slightly forward as Jenni pushed against your hip but complied and pulled yourself onto the bed.

„On your back, arms above your head“ the dark haired woman instructed already grabbing one of your wrists. She secured both your wrists with the handcuffs to the bedposts before backing up and sitting down in the armchair opposite to the bed, crossing her legs in anticipation.

„Even if I'm fuming right now... safeword?“ Alexia checked in with you as she crawled on the bed

„Red“ you huffed out refusing to meet her eye

„You really think it's a good idea to get bratty in your position?“ the blonde asked grinning, grabbing your chin to make you look at her „I can tell you now, it's not... here's how this will go – you won't make a sound unless it's a moan... you won't beg or demand things... and most importantly... you won't come without my permission, am I clear?“

„Yes ma'am“ you answer sarcastically

This sarcasm earned you a hard pinch to your nipple which caused you to grunt in pain.

„You're really playing the bratty card hard today, Cachorrita“ Alexia shook her head at your actions before starting to run her hands up and down the side of your body. Her ultimate goal was to remind you who you belong to – who makes you squirm, moan and in the end fly on the high of an orgasm. Not that filthy dirty blonde guy, who you call a coworker at the bar – Luiz, Leonardo or Leandro or whatever his name was. She saw red the moment he laid his... dirty paws on your hips, swaying you around to one of the more upbeat songs – and what did you do? You laughed and let him continue. Alexia saw, that it was a genuine laugh – not even a fake one. So she did, what her jealous shortcut brain told her to do. Claim what's hers and take you home.

„I have a lot in store for you, Cachorrita... the next time you'll think twice about letting him touch you“ Alexia purred into your ear as she dragged her nails slowly down your sides. It was embarrassing what this movement alone did to you. You felt yourself shiver and a quiet moan escaped your lips. The blonde midfielder grinned wickedly and repeated the action. After she was satisfied with your reaction which included goosebumps and squirming she sat back on her heals smirking down at you

“Let's get going, shall we?” Alexia grinned and leaned over you to grab something from the bedside table. She knew you were weary with blindfolds so she showed you the item before slowly moving to put it over your eyes, giving you enough time to show her if you're okay with it. After she secured the blindfold, she moved away from you leaving on the bed and joining Jenni on the armchair. The dark haired player raised an eyebrow at her girlfriend who straddled her now grinning down at her. Jenni leaned forward meeting Alexia half way kissing her softly. After some time the kiss got more and more heated, the older player pushing her hands under the shirt of her girlfriend making her shiver.

All you were doing was imagine what's going on as you just heard kissing sounds – and god it bothered you.

In the meantime Jenni got rid of Alexias shirt and bra and was paying a lot of attention to the blondes breast, kneading them, kissing them, sucking on her nipples. Alexia moaned loudly throwing her head back grinding down on Jennis lap. The older player smirked as she started to rub small circles over the younger ones lacy underwear.

“Aren't you forgetting something, mi vida?” Jenni grinned against Alexias breast, her hand delicately pushing aside the piece of fabric and dipping a finger into the wet warmth between the blondes legs.

“Am I?” Alexia moaned out grinding down on Jennis finger “More please”

“Your Cachorrita looks very irritated” the dark haired husked out sparing you a glance

“She can wait” the catalonian groaned as she noticed that Jenni denied her plea for more

You were getting antsy. You were restraint, blindfolded and horny. You could feel your wetness running down your thighs from just HEARING what your girlfriends were doing when you heard Alexias hoarse moan. You wanted to beg, making known how badly you'd need them to touch you. But you knew better, so you just let a small needy moan slip through your lips hoping Alexia would show a little mercy – oh boy were you wrong.

“Quiet” Alexia growled towards you, still riding Jennis finger, her movements getting a little frantic as she was chasing her first orgasm of the night.

“You're really angry with her” Jenni mused, finally having mercy with the blonde above her, slipping a second finger into her

“Fuck” Alexia moaned sinfully as she felt her lovers second finger

“Come on, mi vida... make yourself cum on my fingers” the older one whispered darkly as she lightly bit her neck.

“Jen...” the blonde one moaned breathlessly, her grinding increased trying to get the long fingers even deeper.

“Cum for me, mi vida” the dark haired player demanded and angled her hand a little differently which resulted in her fingers hitting the hidden sweet spot inside Alexia

“FUCK YES” the blonde screamed out as she felt her walls tighten before feeling that sweet release.

“There we go...” Jenni grinned smugly as she let Alexia ride out her orgasm on her fingers “Now go and get your emotions sorted”

You whined pathetically slowly getting too worked up for your liking. Alexia kissed Jenni once more before lifting herself off and walked back to the bed.

“Did you enjoy that, Cachorrita?” the catalonian asked rhetorically already seeing your juices smeared on your thighs

You were smart enough to not answer but a tiny noise did make it which wasn't the smartest thing as Alexia heard it and immediately smacked your breast

“Can't you just listen for ONCE?” she asked and you heard a slight angriness in her voice. You also felt how your limit got pushed slightly with not being able to see her face and you froze for a second which didn't go unnoticed by Jenni but she let Alexia go on. She would interfere if necessary.

Meanwhile Alexia started to put on her favourite strap-on as she just let you squirm on the bed

“Don't worry, Cachorrita... I'll make sure you listen to me when I'm done with you” she said offhandly as she secured the last straps around her hip before sinking down on the bed at the end of your feet

“Open” she instructed you, tapping your ankles and you comply immediately spreading your legs for her. She crawled between your legs, collecting some of your wetness with the strap. You took in a sharp breath as you felt the cold silicone against your pussy. Now before Alexia could push it inside you, Jenni interrupted from her spot opposite the bed.

“Alexia... check in” she said her voice holding a little concern

The blonde stopped her movement immediately looking down at you carefully. Now noticing the little tells of you getting uncomfortable. The way your thumb brushed against your ring on the left hand, how your brows furrowed slightly, how you bit down on your lip or how your toes curl – but not in the good way.

“Colour” Alexia asked her voice a little softer then before “And don't lie to us”

“Y...” you started but you couldn't bring yourself to finish being scared to disappoint your lovers

Jenni stood up from her seat walking up to the bed, kneeling down by your head making herself known by carefully running her thumb over your cheek

“It's okay, Querida... try again... we need to know how you do” she said softly which is rare since she's the more dominant one in the bedroom. You shook your head not wanting to answer. Just as Alexia wanted to demand an answer, Jenni held up her hand signalling that she has it covered.

“You know we care about you, even if Alexia acts like she doesn't... tell me Querida... colour” the dark haired one tried again

“Yellow” you choke out turning your head away embarrassed.

“I know” Jenni said softly, grabbing your chin turning your head back to her “What's bothering you?”

You try to get away from your girlfriends touch but of course it was no use so she just tsked at you waiting for you to answer her

“Blindfold” you whisper your voice cracking

“Oh Querida... you need to tell us not just let it happen because you think we get angry or disappointed... we won't... we never will... we want to make you feel good” Jenni said softly as she pulled the blindfold off. You sighed relieved as the fabric left your eyes you blinked adjusting to the light again

“She was so mad” you whisper trying to defend your decision to not say anything

“It doesn't matter... when you're not comfortable, you need to tell us... would you have stopped her if she'd hurt you?” the older one asked seriously

You shook your head biting your lip. That answer caused Alexia to look at you shocked. She had never thought you would just have kept quiet even when she crossed a line.

“This is unacceptable” Alexia said still in shock, now moving to your other side “Bebita.. look at me” she waited for you to look at her before continuing “No matter how mad or jealous or possessive we are... we would NEVER hurt you and if we're about to cross a line, you NEED to tell us. I expect it from you, do you understand?”

You nodded slowly as tears spring to your eyes “Didn't want to disappoint” you whispered

“You never disappoint us for showing us your limit – we may be the dominant ones, but you're the one with the real power, okay? You need to realize that if you don't want to do something, we're not going to do it” the blonde says softly but with insistence, wiping your tear away with her thumb before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. You nodded while you close your eyes recalling what Alexia just told you as you feel someone meddle with your restrains. You opened your eyes quickly to see Alexia stretching herself to release your wrists.

“No... leave em” you said quickly. Alexia stared at you intensely for a moment before pulling her hand back leaving you restraint.

“Are you sure... we don't have to continue” the blonde asked seriously.

“You need to get it out of your system – whatever upset you” you said back with just as much seriousness.

“I can always use Jenni” Alexia shrugged and a little smirk appeared on her lips

“I would love to see you try” the dark haired woman raised an eyebrow

That little bickering between the two eased your nerves majorly and you made sure to let your lovers know by starting to nuzzling Alexias neck, who was still laying beside you

“Getting needy again, Cachorrita?” the blonde smirked “I'll go easy on you... only rule – no cumming without permission, oyes?”

“Sí” you hummed against her neck “Gracias Ale”

“Don't thank me just yet” the blonde smirked darkly as Jenni rose to her feet again to leave you two alone again – she had nothing to do with Alexias grunge after all. You whined as you noticed Jenni left and she chuckled at you.

“That's your fight, Querida... not mine... you'll be fine” Jenni said as she took her place on the armchair again.

“Do you think I can't take care of you, Cachorrita?” Alexia smirked again while kissing down your body

“You do... you can...” you immediately were reduced to a shivering mess as your blonde girlfriend sucked on your nipple hard.

“Hm” she hummed while soothing her bite with her tongue

“Ale please” you moaned and pressed your thighs together

“Patience Cachorrita.. now you want me to touch you... believe me, later you want to push me away – if you could...” the catalonian grinned, her eyes shortly looking up at the handcuffs.

“Please” you whined again your hips rocking lightly against Alexias abs

“So impatient” the blonde chuckled but gave in and started to kiss her way down. Your legs fell open on their own allowing Alexia all the access she wanted. The blonde moved her body in between your legs as she softly bit your thigh

“My original plan was to fuck you till you use your safeword or pass out – but I think a slower approach would benefit us both” the blonde murmured against your thigh before she shuffled forward, letting her tongue swipe along your pussy

You squealed and squirmed as you felt her tongue between your legs she immediately snuck her arms under your legs and laid them on your hips, holding you down. The blonde started to eat you out like you were a delicious gourmet course her tongue swirling and twisting inside you.

“Fuck Ale” you moaned loudly trying to squirm away from her face

“Oh Querida... you really think she'll let go of you? You should know better” Jenni chuckled from her place.

You moans got louder as Alexia doubled her efforts massaging your inside with her tongue relentlessly. You felt your orgasm approaching fast, your thighs start to shake which was Alexias tell that you were close. She kept you right on the edge of release as she slowed her ministrations. You whined loudly knowing your girlfriend was an evil mastermind when it came to leave you hanging on the edge of release for hours – it always goes like this. She'd work you up with her fabulous tongue and then keep you there being a shivering, squirming, moaning, whining, begging mess until she decided she's satisfied and finally let you come.

“Oh Cachorrita.... you know how this will go” the catalonian pulled away from core, smirking at you evilly

“Ale please... please let me cum” you begged panting “I was so close”

“I could tell, Cachorrita...” she still smirked down at you as she repositioned herself now hovering over your body.

“Please...” you begged again hoping it would soften Alexia but again she just smirked

“In due time, Bebe” she said before pushing the tip of her strap into your clenching pussy

You threw your head back into the pillows groaning loudly your back arching as she slowly eased the whole fake dick into you. Once she bottomed out inside you she gave you a minute to adjust to the size – which was slightly bigger than normal – before she started to fuck you with deep, long, slow thrust. Your moans and groans increased with every thrust from Alexia since she knew exactly how to work the strap to bring you the most pleasure possible.

“Fuck Ale...” you nearly screamed as you feel your wall clench around her

“You feel so good around my dick, Cachorrita” she grunted as her thrust became more powerful and she steadied herself with her hands left and right from your head.

You locked your ankles behind her thighs trying to pull her in even deeper, which in hindsight was a bad idea since it changed the ankle of her thrusts slightly and it made you moan even louder. This slight change also meant you were about to break the only rule Alexia set for you.

“Ale...” you whined

“I think you should call me by my real name” the blonde grunted, now fucking into you without mercy. On the other side of the room, you could hear a short, but rather loud snort. Alexias head snapped towards Jenni who just grinned at her

“Powerplay? Really?” the dark haired one asked

Before Alexia could answer you screamed her name coming hard on her strap. The catalonian stoppt her movements to look at your face, then down to where your bodies were connected, back to your face.

“Did... did you just cum?” the blonde asked bewildered

“I'm... I'm.. I'm...” you stuttered out your breath laboured, your eyes wide with shock

“Did... you... just... cum?” each word was punctuated with a blow to your ass

You squeal at every blow but other than that you stayed quiet

“I really can't believe you... ONE rule... you had ONE rule to follow” Alexia growled out before starting to fuck harshly into you “You better remember now”

Since you were still sensitive from the first orgasm, you reached your high pretty quickly again moaning and groaning as she didn't show any mercy practically tearing you apart

“Ale... please” you screamed in pleasure “please let me cum”

Immediately your girlfriend stopped and pulled out of you, leaving you painfully empty

“No please... please Ale... I'm sorry... I really am” you cried out in frustration

“Should have thought about that before” the blonde sneered as she undid your restrains and manhandled you from your back to your front and manoeuvred you to your knees

You were basically dead weight but still she managed to throw you around like you were a stuffed animal. She positioned herself behind you and immediately sunk her fake dick back into your pussy with hard thrust. Her hand were on your hips holding you in place as she set a brutal pace letting all her frustration about the incidents early this evening out.

“La Reina PLEASE” you screamed moaning

“Finally you remembered how to address me” she grunted sweat running down her muscular back “And no... you better hold it or I'll really forget me and you won't like that”

You were so sensitive that tears sprung to your eyes at her words and denial but you somehow managed to follow her command.

“Jen... please” you now tried another approach knowing the only person who could overrule Alexia was in fact your other girlfriend. Tears started to roll down your cheeks as you look up at her with pleading eyes.

“Oh Querida” she said her voice faking sympathy “I won't get involved in this one”

“Please” you begged her again

Jenni looked at Alexia who still fucked relentlessly into you but still nodded her head. So the older player stood up and walked over to the bed

“What do you need, mi vida?” Jenni asked, her hand softly on the small of Alexias back.

“She wants you here, she gets what she wants” the blonde grunted “Get in front of her so she can eat you out... if she makes you come and me come, then MAYBE she can come”

“You... are pure evil, Putellas” the dark haired grinned but still undress “You know I hardly come like that”

“Oh I know... but she begged for you” the catalonian still held her rhythm not faltering once

The older player pressed a kiss to the blondes lips before climbing on the bed getting comfortable against the pillows spreading her legs for you basically inviting you to dive right in

“Bon appetite” Alexia grinned as she pushed you forward with a particular hard thrust and down with her hand between your shoulder blades “you choose this”

You were blissfully far gone already still holding on to your denied orgasm so you just let Alexia guide you to you destination which was Jennis glistening pussy. You did indeed dove right in pushing your tongue into her like your life depends on it – okay, maybe not your life but definitely your orgasm. You used Alexias forceful strokes to set a rhythm with your tongue pushing it as deep as you can.

“Mierda” Jenni groaned at your actions

“She's very... eager today, isn't she” the blonde grinned at Jenni

“I might ruin your plan... if she keeps going like this, I might do come” the dark haired moaned

“Let's see about that” immediately Alexia slowed her movement already seeing through your plan to use her to give you the rhythm to make Jenni come quickly

All you could do was groan in frustration as the blonde slowed down. She slowed down so much that it actually became painfully slow and it destroyed your flow with your other girlfriend. You jumped forward as you felt Alexias finger dancing around your asshole

“What do you say, Cachorrita... should we try that again? Oh... sorry I didn't see that your mouth was still occupied” Alexia grinned as she pushed you forward against Jennis core again

She collected some of your wetness smearing it around your tight hole before carefully pushing her slender finger in – just the tip not wanting to overwhelm you. You moaned loudly into Jennis pussy, sending shivers through the dark haired one.

“You like that, don't you... you like both your holes filled, you little slut” the catalonian grinned.

You were about to answer as Jenni grabbed the back of your head holding you in place “Don't talk with your mouth full” she moaned and started to grind down on your face. Of course you let her use you like that because first you really liked it and second you hoped she came soon and then you could come soon. Sex math with two girlfriends.

Alexia started to fuck your asshole carefully going deeper with each thrust of her finger. It drove you sheer crazy and you felt that you'd get too overwhelmed soon. This time you pulled away from Jenni, choking out a quiet “Yellow” before falling forward again.

As soon as your two girlfriends heard it they sprung into protective mode again. Alexia stilled everything while this time Jenni pushed you away from in between your legs.

“What is it, Querida” the older one asked you concerned

“Get's too much” you panted out hoping they'll understand. Thankfully they did.

“Thank you for telling us... you're being very good for us” Jenni kissed you softly

“We'll end this quickly, okay Cachorrita... hold on for another 10 seconds, okay... then you can come and we're done for tonight” the blonde catalonian whispered softly into your ear

After Jenni ended the kiss, you nodded breathlessly looking back at Alexia giving her a sign that you'd be okay. She started slow again with deep long thrust while still working your asshole carefully

“One day, I'll have you stretched enough so you can take both of us” the blonde grunted as her thrust became faster again and she bit into the soft flesh where your shoulder meets your neck basically holding you in place with her bite.

You screamed out first in pain but it became nearly unbearable pleasure quickly. You started to shake uncontrollably knowing this time you were definitely not able to hold your orgasm back this time.

“Five more seconds Bebe” Alexia grunted from above you as Jenni opted to just hold your face in her hands to make sure you would be okay

After a few harsh thrusts and her finger still deep inside your ass Alexia said the magical word which made you fall apart “Cum Cachorrita”

You screamed out your arms giving out under you as you feel a gush of wetness down your thighs. Jenni caught you instantly as she realized you couldn't hold yourself up and pulled you forward so you would lay on top of her as Alexia follow your body her strap still buried deep inside you. Your breathing was laboured your vision blurred your body in a trance like state.

“You really did a number on her this time” Jenni said a little concerned as you won't really respond to her touch

“I didn't think she would react like this” Alexia said with a low voice as she carefully pulled out of you which made you shiver again “I mean... squirting on the second one? Normally she needs at least five to six”

“Get yourself cleaned up and run a bath for her” the older one instructed her girlfriend still holding onto your shivering form tightly

“Already on it” the blonde grinned and press one kiss to your shoulder and one to Jennis cheek

“Sssshhh Querida... you're okay... you did so good... we're so proud of you” the dark haired woman mumbled against your hair, your breathing still to flat for her liking “Deep breaths okay, Bebita... try deep breaths for me”

You did hear Jenni speak to you but you couldn't make out what exactly she was saying. It sounded like funny gibberish to you. You also started to slightly panic because you couldn't fill your lungs with the much needed air. Finally you could make out the words “proud” and “deep breaths”. You tried to follow your girlfriends instructions and slowly, very slowly your breathing got better.

“Bath is ready” Alexia called from the bathroom

“What do you say, my good Bebita... ready for your bath?” Jenni said with a soft voice as she was picking you up from the bed already carrying you bridal style to the bathroom where Alexia waited for the two of you already seated inside the bathtub. Jenni carefully lowered you into Alexias waiting arms as you were basically boneless. You whined for a second when the dark haired spainard let go of you but quickly calmed as you suddenly were surrounded by warm water and the feeling of the strong arms of Alexia holding you securily.

“You did so good, Cachorrita...” the blonde whispered and pressed a kiss against your forehead “We just going to clean you up real quick and then you can rest okay?”

You made an approving sound not feeling the need to verbally confirm.

“Okay” Alexia whispered again holding you tightly against her.

After a while Jenni came back letting Alexia know it was time to get out of the tub as she was done changing the sheets and cleaning up. The younger spainard let Jenni pull you of her and she herself made sure you were dried off throughly. They helped you into some shorts and a big shirt before carrying you back to the bedroom where the three of you laid down. Or better – you got laid down in the middle of the bed while your girlfriends positioned themselves to your sides. You turned into Alexia, pressing your face into her neck as you feel Jenni shuffeling closer pressing her front to your back making sure you felt safe.

Just before you fell asleep during the soft strokes of your girlfriends your head shot up

“So why did you get so angry tonight?” you asked Alexia confused

“That guy touched you” the blonde said as if she hadn't made her point clear before

“Who???” you asked frustrated

“ Luiz, Leonardo or Leandro or whatever his name is... your bartending friend” the catalonian answered annoyed

“Do you mean Emilio??” you looked at her like she lost her goddamn mind

“I mean the guy you danced with tonight... who put his dirty hands all over your body” Alexia growled at the memory

“Lex... baby...” you started to grin from ear to ear “... Emilio is gay... super gay to be exact”

“Excuse me????” Alexia looked at you dumbfolded while Jenni bursted out laughing

“You were jealous over a gay man... good job... and good night” you grinned as you pushed your face into her neck again.

She could feel your grin against her neck as she groaned embaressed while Jenni still shook with now quiet laughter behind you.

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Usagi Yuichi: (Ghost/Ukagaka) ft. Leo Hamato- English/Spanish

Meet Usagi Yuichi, the brave protagonist of Samurai Rabbit: The Usagi Chronicles (also known as Yuichi Usagi: Ghost/Ukagaka), who is now ready to interact with you directly from your computer. The best of all is that in this experience you can also live with Spot and Leonardo Hamato (ROTTMNT).

Includes history from both series, and one completely original, so Spoiler Warning. There will be no updates

Content (Menu): -Questions about him, friends and clan -Interact with you like watching movies, listening to music or reading -Tells interesting facts about the Yokai -Talk about Miyamoto Usagi -You can meditate -Spend time with Spot

-It is also in Spanish

If you like the character, but not the Leosagi/Leoichi ship, that's fine. You can enjoy Ukagaka without needing to include that feature. Simply DO NOT follow the following steps.

How do I get Leonardo? It's very simple. At first, only Usagi will appear on your computer. You will have to spend enough time with it to unlock some functions, mainly in the menu, where you click on “Interact” below, the folders dedicated to Leo and Spot will appear. When you click on this folder to join Leo, you will only need to wait a few minutes, and it will appear. With their arrival, some exclusive functions will be added for them. This step can only be done if you wish.

Usagi functions with Leonardo: Functions to interact with the characters. The system includes several functions for you to spend time with Usagi and Leonardo in some activities. In this part, the Ukagaka will be focused on the relationship between both characters, showing you funny anecdotes or cute gestures between them. You will be able to unlock these animations the moment you get the folder, and you will only need to click on the action you want them to perform. Some animations may only be performed once a day. For his part, Leonardo will only be added as part of the Ukagaka, which means that you will not be able to ask him questions or pet him, since these functions are exclusive to Usagi. It is important to highlight that this experience of adding Leo is inspired by the ship between both characters. Therefore, you should not expect any of them to have flirtatious gestures towards you.

Costume change (with Leo): What excites me most about this Ukagaka is that, after spending time and earning points with Usagi and Leonardo, you will unlock a very special feature: Both characters will change costumes and transform into versions inspired by different popular comics about them. It's an exciting surprise that you're sure to love! I want to thank and give credits to the artists who gave me permission to use their designs as part of the Ukagaka. Now, I'm excited to reveal the comics selected for this feature.

-Big Mama's Child AU- @hitokshellart:

-True Colors AU- @v-albion:

-AU (Yo-ho-ho) A Ninjas Life for me- @triona-tribblescore

-Love Me Dead (Vampire AU)- @x.bluell

I would just like to give a clarification about this, even if they change the costumes, the functions or the questions will not be changed, that will remain the same, because all the stories are concluded for the moment and asking questions or telling something that has not yet been revealed is It makes me wrong for the comic.

To make the ukagaka change costumes you just have to left click and search for “Change Shell”, the different outfits will appear, and you just have to select the one you want and wait for it to load.

How do I get the ukadaka? For this point I would like to give one more thanks to @venelona-turtle-den (Ukagaka by Leo F!) who was the biggest source of inspiration to create this ukagaka.

There are two options, if you have Leo F!'s ukagaka, the only thing you need to do is enter the drive link that I will leave below and download the first file called “SamuraiRabbitBalloon” with that file downloaded, you need the second one that would depend on you In what language do you want it, if it is in English, download only the “Yuichi UsagiENG.nar” file, and if you want it in Spanish, it would only be the “Yuichi Usagi.ESP” file.

If you don't have Leo F!'s ukagaka, you need to go to this page. Download what this. Then you just need to follow the previous step that I put in when you already have the ukagaka (In this case Emily).

From here you have two options to take out Usagi Yuichi, the first is to left click on the ukagaka you have at that moment, and go to where it says “Change Ghost”, you only click on the option of the ukadaka you want to take out. If it doesn't appear and you already have the files downloaded, what you can do is grab the file that ends in “.nar” and drag it to the ukagaka. With this completed you just need to wait for everything to download and update.

Link Drive:

Special thanks: I was not the only one working on this ukagaka, so I thank my great friend @Kyon_uwu, who was the programmer who managed to do all this, so thank you very much for your great work in these weeks <3 He really made a great effort so thank him for everything. If you want to support more for their work, I leave you the link for donations:

Doubts: If you have any questions, send a message to this account, or you can send them to my Twitter, I will be happy to answer them.

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I think there is always a problem with Anne Baleyn's locker room in almost any production. It is always the worst dressed among the six queens. Just look at The Six Wives of Henry VIII of 1970

The other wives wear appropriate dresses to the time that is set the series, Catalina de Aragon wears a Spanish fashion dress from the beginning of the 16th century, and Jane Seymour wears a modest green dress as a company lady according to 1636. What do you wear Anne? A series of high fantasy or Elizabethan dresses.

I give a pass to this dress, not only because it is pretty but because Anne is wearing it in a dysphrase dance.

But what about the rest of dresses? Anne became popular in the English court for her great ingenuity and glamorous French style. Henry the height of gifts during and his commitment, and the Baleyn were not poor. Why is your clothes so pesticary? Let's compare with Jane Seymour, who has a similar story. To start the Seymour were much less prosperous than the Baleyn, Jane's father, John Seymour was appointed gentleman on the battlefield by Enrique VII for his services against the rebels of Cornwall in Blackheath on June 17, 1497. Then he was appointed Caballero Banneret in 1513 after the battle of the Spurs. But outside those honors, the family had not risen much. Thomas Baleyn instead had served Enrique VII and had been in the entourage of Margarita Tudor when she went to Scotland. He was appointed Biscount for his own merit in 1525, even before Ana had met Enrique VIII. He was also heir to Ormond County thanks to his mother. Elizabeth Baleyn of single Howard, was the sister of the Duke of Norfolk. With only that information, it shows that the Baleyn were also much richer than the Seymour, apart from having a major noble status, which should be reflected in the clothes they wear.

If we see in the same adaptation, in your home Wolf Hall Jane uses a historically precise country attire, which shows the simplicity and modesty of Jane but also that the Seymour are not so rich to allow them to use the whole day silk but they are still noble to be made of good quality and dyed wool.

His second outfit, when he attends the Court, is more fashionable and is elegant, but it is still simple and modest, reflecting Jane's personal tastes and that his family being low nobility, but the sumptuous laws, he is not going to Cover of jewelry.

Once he became a queen, Jane's dress improves, she is still pale but is very adorned with jewelry, wears an elaborate two waters unlike the French headdress of her predecessor.

The costume designers managed to tell the story of the most boring of Henry VIII's wives, through her clothes. Showing her evolution from the spinster daughter of an unimportant knight, to a lady-in-waiting courted by the king to the queen of England; wonderfully, with beautiful designs that look like they're from the Tudor era. Why can't they do the same with Anne?

The worst thing is that this is repeated constantly, in one of the most recent series based on the reign of Henry VIII, with a wardrobe that is almost exact to the historical period in which the events take place, "Wolf Hall". Okay, the series is from Cromwell's perspective, so they're not going to show us Anne's life before she got mixed up with the secretary's. Anne is already the future wife of the king when she appears. But when she is queen, her clothes only change color; there are no more jewels, no better fabrics, no embroidery and her hood is horrible. Just compare her pink dress that according to her designers is that of "The daughter of a simple gentleman" vs her clothes as queen when she can use better dyes.

They are practically the same, I know that Anne is at that time Henry's girlfriend, but why is her clothing so simple even when she is the queen of England? There are no other jewels on her neckline, she wears no necklaces other than a pearl choker. Why are her dresses not made of silk, brocade and damask, with embroidery? This problem does not exist with Jane Seymour

Her dresses as a lady-in-waiting, reflect her reserved, simple and modest nature. Her clothes and hood are decorated with simple lace and embroidery, not with jewels unlike other noble ladies. The colors are monotonous but with some color inside, almost saying that the lady may look bland on the outside but on the inside she is a force to be reckoned with. She seems to be the spinster daughter of an unimportant family at the moment.

When Henry visits Wolf Hall, Jane wears a dress that is too simple for a visit from a king, but it gives a good idea of ​​what a lesser noblewoman would wear in her home.

As queen, Jane's clothes become more luxurious; more sumptuous fabrics, lavish jewelry and elaborate English headdresses. Rich but conservative, suitable for Queen Jane's character as peacemaker in the English court.

Is it very difficult to do the same with Anne Boleyn? Even in other productions, such as The Other Boleyn Girl, which try to narrate the rise in status and evolution of Anne Boleyn, they repeat the same mistake: the Queen of England continues to dress like a knight's daughter! It's even worse than in Wolf Hall, where at least Anne uses dyes reserved for royalty in The Other Boleyn, she uses the same color palette throughout the film.

There is no big change in her way of dressing, wait there is. Anne stopped wearing horrible dresses that don't look like they were from the Tudor period in England, like that blue dress with a circle print that looks more Italian and the "Cranach" suit. Seriously, the designers forgot that if the Boleyn girls had foreign influence in their clothing, it was French because they both served as ladies-in-waiting in France, not Italy or Germany. Honestly, the only dress in my grade is Anne's green dress.

This is the look of the woman who became a star at the English court. The fabric is green silk or satin, her French hood looks like a French hood and not a Russian tiara. She wears the iconic gold B necklace. It is elegant, sumptuous and French, the look of a Viscount's daughter. The problem is that by attracting Henry's attention, Anne's clothes do not continue to improve, she does not try to look like the real Queen of England, she continues to dress like a simple noblewoman. Only when she is tried and executed, the designers give her clothes that royalty would wear.

The only adaptation based on the life of Anne Boleyn that manages to narrate the evolution of the character through her clothes is Anne of The Thousand Days. Sure, there are some questionable fabric choices, Russian tiaras, lace-up closures in the back, and the belief that Anne only had the pearl necklace with the gold B. But the designs are so pretty that you don't care.

We are introduced to Anne at court dancing with Henry Percy, she wears a beautiful light green damask dress, a gold choker and a French hood. Her look is simple but elegant and fashionable, fitting for the daughter of a notable noble family.

It's no wonder Henry is drawn to her.

At home at Hever Castle, Anne wears a yellow dress, the design is simpler than the one worn at the court ball; the sleeves are wrist-length and there are no jewels at the neckline. But it's made of satin with embroidery, still an expensive but more casual dress. Befitting someone of Anne's social standing, she is not a princess by birth like Catherine of Aragon, but her family is of higher status than Jane Seymour's, the Boleyn girl's clothes are always going to be better at court and in her home than the pale Seymour girl's clothes.

Back at court, now in the king's favour, Anne wears a more elaborate dress and headdress, accessorising with a gold brooch and a jewelled girdle. All gifts from Henry VIII.

She later wears this to dinner with the king, a dress of beautiful blue velvet with gold embroidery. Her hair is loose and decorated with jewels.

As queen she wears a dress of silver and gold brocade. And at a dance a white dress with silver embroidery and pearls and diamonds sewn into the bodice.

She maintains her queenly appearance even when judged, but the colors are somber.

At her execution, her clothing is devoid of ornamentation, simple and dark, very different from the historical Anne who died looking like a queen. But it is understood that she has been stripped of all her power and influence.

This is how Anne's journey should be told, as she rises, her clothes get better. If I were in charge of Anne's wardrobe, I would have her wear designs similar to those in Wolf Hall and the green dress from The Other Boleyn Girl. At home and as casual wear, her clothes would be similar to the yellow dress from Anne of The Thousand Days. Once she starts being courted by Henry, she would continue to enrich her clothes until she reached her highest point as queen. Basically like Jane Seymour but prettier and French style.

[cod-imagines-fanfiction]

Jealous Alejandro kidnaps Valeria's girlfriend (1.6k words part 4)

Summary: Valeria breaks into the headquarters of the Mexican Army in search of her wife.

TW: implied sexual violence, violence more generally (and Google Translated Mexican Spanish)

Note: I'm back from my home country y'all and free to write gay fanfiction once again. I'm working on the next part ASAP but I wanted to post this because you guys have been waiting forever. Thank you for all the lovely comments and the interactions!! means a lot to me that you guys enjoy reading this :>

Link to A03 Link to part 1, part 2, part 3. Next part: part 5

'Army soldier' was more than a type of occupation, more than any other job title; it was a lifestyle. It is truly a different way of life, a way of life that most people are simply not built for. A soldier's form - their straight back, their way of taking in the world around them within a second, their way of assessing everything as either hostile or neutral, their battlefield instinct - it all became an inseparable part of who they are. There is a certain instinct that gets drilled into soldiers, the instinct to act immediately and fast. The instinct to not think twice about running into danger. It is triggered immediately and triggered intensely. So when the emergency siren at the Mexican Army Headquarters wailed, the whole place came alive. No time was wasted before troops placed themselves in position. Snipers grabbed their rifles and headed for the rooftops, Captains and sergeants tuned into their mics, barking orders to their subordinates, assembling their troops as quickly as possible. Guards ran to their posts and pilots rushed to where their aircraft were getting readied by flying personnel, prepared to take off to gain an advantage in the airfield and a much-needed vantage point of what was happening. The armoury opened as many hands reached within for ammo and other equipment.

From the outside, it was a perfect scene of military efficiency and readiness. But from the inside, anxiety bubbled, threatening to cut loose.

"Why did this have to happen today of all days?" A soldier grumbled as he tightened his weapon belt.

"Someone planned this. It's the most popular day for annual leave," another responded as he grabbed his shoes.

"Dia de los Muertos," the first one said, his voice low and grim.

The Day of the Dead. Celebrated annually around November 1st but spanning over the course of multiple days. A day of celebration for life and death, a day to pay respects to those who have passed on. A time of parades on squares and community gatherings, with crowds of people in traditional costumes and painted faces taking to the streets to rejoice with others. A time when many troops were stationed outside the headquarters for public safety. A time, therefore, of relatively little staff being left behind to man the fort.

It was so perfect, Valeria almost giggled as she withdrew her knife from someone's body and let them drop to the floor.

She had infiltrated the headquarters from the underground tunnels that connected to some fields further out, which were created to be used in emergencies but had been long forgotten over the years. These were the same tunnels she took many years back when she wanted to see you on a day that she hadn't booked off. She would wait until most of the barracks were asleep before slipping away in the shadows, passing the guards and quietly unscrewing the lid that separated the tunnels from the world above ground. It was even more exciting once she taught you when and where to wait for her, at the end of the tunnel, among greenery and orange trees. Among the fields that you would lay on for the rest of the night underneath your blanket, touching each other's bodies and talking to the stars. Whispering how badly you'd missed each other, hearing the hum of insects in between short gasps and warm moans. Now, she had unscrewed these same lids and stabbed the person in front of her, dragging them out and passing the body along to the staff that followed her. They dumped the body back in the fields. Part of her found it annoying that these tunnels were always standing between her and her wife. And yet there was some charm, too. Travelling the bowels of the Earth for her love.

Having officially stepped on ground owned by the Mexican Army, El Sin Nombre and her people spread like a virus, taking down certain key spots and hiding bodies. Not enough damage to create immediate alarm, but good enough progress to feel confident about the next step. Her heart sped up in excitement as she thought of her wife, who was only one building and a lock away from her. And right in front of that building, was him.

Valeria looked out from one of the windows and saw Alejandro standing with his back straight, his face possessing a deep scowl as he conversed with Rudolpho. It had been many years since she last saw him, which was nothing memorable. There was no goodbye, no farewell. She had simply gotten up in the middle of the night and gazed at his face one final time; he glistened beneath the moonlight. He was younger then, his face smoother, his voice gentler; not yet hardened. A mass of muscle on a standard issue Army bed, he was unaware that the woman he loved was slipping right through his fingers. Unaware that by the time he woke up, she'd be gone.

There'd be nothing left behind to prove that she even existed. All of her things just went missing alone with her. She didn't even leave a picture behind to immortalise their love, to have something to look at during those nights when his heart almost gave out, when he realised that he was starting to forget what she looked like. That he could no longer remember her voice. Now, as she looked at him, she wondered why they even started a relationship in the first place. He was attractive, sure, but nothing special. Not like the woman in the box.

He was older now, his face more wrinkled. Valeria was raised with the idea that in women, this quality had the same visual effect as decaying fruit. When Valeria looked in the mirror and saw her signs of age - the smile lines that wouldn't smooth out when her smile fell, the lines around her mouth that could not be covered by cosmetics, the wrinkles around her eyes - it reminded her of something that was starting to fade. But in men, the quality was different, more merciful. More like maturing. It enraged her to see him getting older. To see him in the exact same place that she left him. The memories attached to this place were too much to handle. Memories of her younger years kept materialising at the edge of her vision, like a trick of the light; a shadow figure that kept pursuing. It used to be her, out there in the yard. Talking with Alejandro and Rudy, passing along jokes during a long day. But right now it was just the two of them, talking with ease like she had never been there at all. And right at that moment, as she gazed down at them, the alarm went off. What a glorious opportunity to have a front-row seat to witness Alejandro's reaction once she pulled the rug from underneath his feet. There was no more time to waste. She forced herself to stop gloating at these shadows of the past and to move forward. With each step, she got closer to her wife, her sweetheart. Valeria felt weightless, she felt herself glide through the space between herself and Y/N. She would pause here and there to ensure she did not reveal herself to her enemies. At times, she stealthily murdered someone who could have easily been her roommate back when she was a cadet. But that was another lifetime, a lifetime of making the wrong friendships and choosing the wrong lovers. She wasted no time on these obstacles. At last, her hand encircled the handle of the container. She pushed her weight into it and entered, ready for anything. Be it to murder a guard, or to embrace her love; her instincts were on the front seat. She could kill a hundred men if it came to it.

“Valeria. Bienvenida.”

The metal door crashed into the threshold behind her, the echoes reverberating, she felt, for eternity. There was nothing beyond these metal walls anymore, the whole world went silent. The wrath that burned in her eyes met the hatred that dripped out of his. Darkness met darkness; loathing encircled within their dark glares like an ouroboros, its dark scales flashing where the light hit it. Valeria and Alejandro were a perfect mirror, they were tuned into the same frequency, a frequency of violence. They were built of the same clay; two destroyers meeting at last.

He was right in front of her, waiting. Standing tall and armed to the teeth, Colonel Alejandro Vargas. Her jealous ex-lover, the kidnapper of her wife, the annihilator of peace, the snake that infiltrated the garden. The evil eye incarnate. And here was she, the abandoner, the backstabber; the woman lover.

“Y/N.” Valeria spoke with steel in her voice.

“Is no longer with us, I’m afraid.” The lines of his mouth fell into a pout, feigning sadness. Mocking her. “She’s not a fighter, like you or me. You know what happens to the weak here,” he scoffed. “What was it that you used to say? That the weak exist to serve the strong and die? Yeah,” he said diabolically, a grin etching itself on his face. “That’s what happened.”

She knew he was lying; Y/N walked this earth still. She and her wife’s souls were so intertwined, Valeria would have felt it if her wife was gone. Y/N could never leave without her heart knowing. Valeria would put her hand through fire to prove her conviction.

“If I thought she was dead, I would have shot you on sight,” she said. Her hand gripped a blade tightly, willing herself to stop shaking.

Alejandro laughed. “Oh, I didn’t mean she was dead.” His gloved hands held onto his vest as he looked down at her. “I meant that your wife served me.”

Unable to contain her wrath any longer, Valeria lunged at him with a scream.

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[armthearmour]

Steel Brocade: Puffed & Slashed Costume Armor

Surviving to this day in the collections of the world’s most illustrious museums are a group of three armors. These armors have much in common, but most striking is the attempts made by their armorers to render in steel a convincing portrayal of the puffed and slashed clothing fashionable to the early 16th century.

Though this fashion is synonymous with the landsknecht mercenaries who may have been responsible for popularizing it, the puffed and slashed style was enjoyed by members at all levels of society.

Portrait of Duke Henry of Saxony by Lucas Cranach the Elder, 1514, Staatliche Kunstsammlungen, Dresden.

The earliest of these three armors is housed at the Wallace Collection. Consisting only of a cuirass and arms, this armor is, at first glance, rather underwhelming when compared with the other armors in this group. Though the embossed bands styled with etched slashes embellished with gold provide the impression of a puffed and slashed doublet, the execution is all rather stiff, and lacks the impressive volume and fullness exemplified by the other armors.

It is for this reason that this armor, previously considered contemporary to the KHM and Metropolitan examples, has received relatively little attention. However, recent scholarship by Dr. Tobias Capwell suggests that this work is not, indeed, contemporary to the other examples, and is rather about ten years older, dating to ca. 1515. Dr. Capwell also considers this piece to be the work of Konrad Seusenhofer, a favored armorer of the Emperor Maximilian I.

Seen through this lens, not as a poorly executed contemporary of greater armors, but as a less developed ancestor to them, this armor takes on new life. It speaks to innovation and experimentation; an early attempt at a technique which would later be perfected.

The second in this line is the garniture of Wilhelm von Rogendorf, housed at the Kunsthistorisches Museum in Vienna.

This armor is unique for its condition, which is remarkably good. Not only does this armor retain more of its pieces than the other two, it is also accompanied by a number of “pieces of exchange,” elements which could be swapped out so the armor could be worn in the field.

Finished in 1523, as attested to by the date etched on the right shoulder strap, this armor was made for the Count Wilhelm von Rogendorf by Kolman Helmschmid and etched by Daniel Hopfer.

Wilhelm von Rogendorf himself was heir to a new, up-and-coming German noble family.

A medal showing Wilhelm von Rogendorf as a Knight of the Order of Calavatra, dated 1536, Kunsthistorisches Museum, Vienna.

Born in 1481 the second son of Kaspar von Rogendorf, Wilhelm became heir to his family’s estates when his elder brother Sigmund died in 1507, by which time Wilhelm was already a courtier at the Habsburg court. He entered into the service of King Charles I of Spain (later Emperor Charles V) no later than 1517 and was appointed Governor of Friesland. In 1522, Wilhelm accompanied Charles to Spain where he commanded a regiment of 4,000 landsknechts and was again placed in charge of a restless border territory. In 1524, he successfully captured the Fortress of Fuenterrabía from the French, which won him great praise from the Emperor. Shortly thereafter, Wilhelm was named Captain of the Imperial Bodyguard and given the governorships of Catalonia, the Cerdagne, and the Roussillon. Additionally, he was appointed to the Spanish chivalric Order of Calavatra. Wilhelm would retire from court in 1539, but would be recalled in 1541 to command Imperial troops against the Ottomans in Hungary. He would be killed later that same year at the siege of Buda by a stray cannonball.

Though Wilhelm’s armor is now displayed in its parade configuration, the surviving pieces of exchange attest to the fact that it was also an armor for combat. The cuirass is equipped with the long tassets common to the early 16th century. A pair of holes can be observed at the top of the last lame.

These holes correspond to holes at the top of the half-cuisses which accompany this armor, showing that these cuisses would be pointed to the tassets rather than worn separately.

In the rear, the cuirass is accompanied by a rump-defense, also known as a hoguine. Small turning pins near the waist allow this to be removed for combat.

Both spaulders

and gauntlets

survive. Additionally, the KHM retains the armor’s right vambrace

while the Wallace Collection holds the rerebrace and couter for the left arm.

Recently, these pieces were assembled to show what the arm harness for field as a single unit would have looked like.

This armor would also have been accompanied by a gorget, now missing, and a helmet. Frequently, this armor is displayed alongside a close-helmet, however it is more likely the armor would have been accompanied by a burgonet similar in form to this example from the KHM.

One final, unique surprise this armor holds is a hidden lance rest which is incorporated into the turned edge by the right arm. This rest folds down to allow a light lance to be braced atop it, and when folded up, is nearly invisible so as to not ruin the smooth surface of the breastplate with the prominent staples typically required for affixing a lance rest.

The third and final armor of this group is housed at the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York City.

The least complete of these three armors, it may also be the most visually impressive. Comprised of only a backplate, hoguine, and arms, the puffs and slashes of this piece (also by Kolman Helmschmid and Daniel Hopfer) are ornately cusped. The slashed regions, displaying the gilded “fabric” beneath, and heavily etched to resemble an expensive silk brocade.

The sleeves of this armor are even more voluminous than those of the Rogendorf armor, though they are similarly articulated and provide the wearer with a surprising degree of mobility. It is thought that this armor may have been made for prominent Polish nobleman Jerzy Herkules Radziwill.

Interestingly, the hoguine of this armor is composed of two separate plates, rather than a single solid plate. Where the hoguine of the other two armors terminates in a decorative fabric border, the Met armor continues into two more articulated lames, covering the top rear of the thighs. Holes along the bottom edge suggest that this armor may have been accompanied by fully enclosing cuisses which pointed to the bottom of the fauld and hoguine.

Sources

“A Pair of Gauntlets.” Kunsthistorisches Museum Wien. https://www.khm.at/de/object/540164/.

“A Pair of Spaulders with Besagews.” Kunsthistorisches Museum Wien. https://www.khm.at/de/object/372772/.

Cranach, Lucas the Elder. “Portrait of Duke Henry of Saxony.” Staatliche Kunstsammlungen Dresden. https://skd-online-collection.skd.museum/Details/Index/246875.

Krause, Stefan. Fashion in Steel. Vienna: Kunsthistorisches Museum, 2017.

“Landsknecht Costume Armour.” Kunsthistorisches Museum Wien. https://www.khm.at/de/object/372771/.

“Left Upper Cannon and Couter.” The Wallace Collection. https://wallacelive.wallacecollection.org:443/eMP/eMuseumPlus?service=ExternalInterface&module=collection&objectId=60736&viewType=detailView.

“Open Burgonet.” Kunsthistorisches Museum Wien. https://www.khm.at/en/object/503346/.

“Parts of an Armour.” The Wallace Collection. https://wallacelive.wallacecollection.org:443/eMP/eMuseumPlus?service=ExternalInterface&module=collection&objectId=60519&viewType=detailView.

“Portions of a Costume Armor.” The Metropolitan Museum of Art. https://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/27790.

“Vambrace.” Kunsthistorisches Museum Wien. https://www.khm.at/de/object/372773/.

“Wilhelm von Rogendorf.” Kunsthistorisches Museum Wien. https://www.khm.at/de/object/1409642/

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[jaimeski]

here’s qsmp character names in thai script the pronunciation is the same as english i use their native language pronunciation as a reference also so for funsie i’ll write them in both the proper way of english to thai lexical borrowing and in the way that teenagers/internet would write (long story for next time on why) AND if i’d see some thai person with that name

tldr: the template would be “lexical borrowing” - “internet lingo” - “y/n that i would see this name irl”

English Speakers

BadBoyHalo: แบดบอยเฮโล or แบดบอยฮาโล depends on how you pronounce halo - แบ้ด (just the word bad) - the “boy/บอย” part is actually a common name in thailand

DanTDM: แดนทีดีเอ็ม or just แดน - แดน or แดนทดอ (dan + how you’d pronounce the abbr “TDM” in thai) - dan is a common name

FitMC: ฟิตเอ็มซี or just ฟิต - ฟิต - i’ve never seen anyone with this name but i could see this name popping off in the next generation

Foolish: ฟูลิช - ฟูช like foosh - nope not happening

IronMouse: ไอรอนเมาส์ - ไอรอนเม้าส์ or หนูเหล็ก (literal translation of ironmouse in thai) - NO

Jaiden: เจเดน - เจเดน - i could see some interacial/gen z parents naming their child this

Lenay: เลเนย์ - เลเน่ - i could see it i have a friend named เนเน่ (nené) that’s close i think

Nihachu: นิฮาชู (this is weird asf to write in thai) or นิกิ (niki) - นิกกี้ (pronounced nikki) - yesssssssssss นิกกี้ is somewhat common and it’s cute af

Philza: ฟิลซา or ฟิล - ฟิว - yes? but it wouldn’t be “phil” but something like “fill” or “field” don’t ask why (side note: the za part is a super famous part of thai gamer nametag in late 90s so me and my friend like to joke about phil being secretly thai)

Quackity: แควกคิตี - แคว้กคิตี้ - do i really have to answer this

Slimecicle: สไลม์ซิเคิล - สไลม์สิเคิ้ล or just สไลม์ - naur

Tina: ทีนา - ทีน่า - definitely yes

Tubbo: ทับโบ - ทับโบ้ - definitely not

Wilbur Soot: วิลเบอร์ ซูต - วิลเบ้อ - yeah but the parents have to be so snobby

Spanish Speakers

Carre: คาร์เร - คาเร่ - no

ElMariana: เอลมาริอานา - มาริอาน่า - yes without the el

ElQuackity: เอลแควกคิตี - เอลแคว้กกี้ (elquacky) - ……….

Germán: แฮร์มาน - they will just wrote เจอร์มาน/เยอรมัน like that language german - i could see เยอรมัน “german” being the name

Luzu: ลูธู - they will say ลูซู (lu-zoo) - maybe in twenty years

Maximus: แมกซิมุส - แมกซิมัส (the english pronunciation of maximus) or แม๊กโซ่ (maxo) - แม็ก (max) is a common name

Missa: มิสซา - มิสซ่า - no

Pol: ปอล or พอล idk which is closer - พอล - this is actually hilarious bc in thai/khmer we have the name that spells “pol” too but it’s pronounced more like พล “pohn” as in pol pot

Rivers: ริเวอร์ส - ริเว้อ - yes definitely it’s a beautiful name

Roier: รอแยร์ or รอเยอร์ - รอเย้อ - nope

Rubius: รูบิอุส - รูเบี้ยส - not a chance

Spreen: เอสปรีน - สปรีน (they will pronounce it sa-preen) - don’t think so

Vegetta: เวเกตตา - เวจีต้า or เวจีตา (like how foosh pronounced)- if you want your kid to be bully so yeah (db is also huge here but in like late gen x - early gen y)

Willyrex: วิลลีเรกซ์ - วิลลี่ (just willy) - วิลลี่ yes if you’re wasian

Portuguese Speakers

Bagi: บาจิ - บาจี้ - nope

Cellbit: เซลล์บิต - เซลบิต - no.

Felps: เฟลปส์ - เฟล้ป - i think you could pass it as that swimmer’s last name some people are crazy

Mike: ไมค์ - ไม้ค - is a common name and my cousin’s name is also mike

Pac: แพ็ก - แพ้ค - is a legit name but uncommon

French Speakers

Antoine Daniel: อองตวน แดเนียล - อองตวน แดเนียล - อองตวน (antoine) became somewhat popular in the past year bc there’s a boxer with the same name

Baghera Jones: บาเกรา โจนส์ - บาเกร่า - nope

Etoiles: เอตัวล์ - เอตัว - no but there’s a bakery shop called saint etoile and every time i pass it i always have a picture of cubito etoiles in little twin star costume flashes in my head

Kameto: คาเมโต - คาเมโตะ - naur

Pierre: ปีแยร์ - ปิแอร์ - yes but you need to be wasian or it will not suit your face

Korean Speaker

악어: อากอ - อากอ - i could see it since most people love south korea

[resplendentoutfit]

Festooned in Flowers: A Victorian Fashion Trend of the 1870s and 1880s

Artificial flowers are much used both for hair ornaments and as trimming on the gown – the largest size roses possible made of silk or velvet in black, white, or different colors with the dewdrop effect of rhinestones or diamonds. – Vogue, 1901

Some dresses, such as the gown below, were trimmed with elaborate garlands of flowers.

Right: Gustave Boulanger (French, Portrait de Madame Lambinet, née Nathalie Sinclair • 1887 • Musée Lambinet, Versailles

Left: Rogelio de Egusquiza y Barrena (Spanish, 1845-1915) • The End of the Ball • 1879

Flower garlands appeared draped over the entire gown, or just the skirt of a gown. Flower clusters were also popular on the shoulder, the middle of the neckline, and on a strategic placement where the fabric was gathered. Sometimes it seems they were used everywhere at once.

The Art of Dressing Well. A Complete Guide to Economy, Style and Propriety, published in 1870 advises: 

“Yet, even in the full dress requisite for evening parties, the rule should be to dress well, becomingly, and appropriately, but not obtrusive, and above all, not gaudily, or too much. It is a crime against good taste to be too much in excess of the company, yet care must be bestowed upon the costume, the hostess expects it, and the guests observe its neglect. It is the test of good taste to be in the foremost rank of guests for appropriate dress, but never in advance of others." 

Hmmm...it seems to me through today's lens that the antique gown in the photo above is "too much".

Short, or what we now call cap sleeves, were essential for formal evening wear in any season, as were sleeveless dresses. Off-the-shoulder and low-necklines were also very popular.

Glittering jewelry was often worn – necklaces in double-strands, dangle earrings, bracelets, and pearls. Some fashion plates and gowns in museums show women wearing a thin velvet ribbon around the neck.

Long gloves were a must. Hats were not considered appropriate in formal wear but fancy comb and pins were. As stated above, fabric flowers were also often used to decorate hairstyles that were mostly up-dos. Feathers were sometimes also tucked into the hair. Some hairstyles were very elaborate. And then there is the ubiquitous fan; either held closed or open to show off a special design.

[motocorsas]

motogp as restaurant staff

management:

valentino: the kind of owner that likes to occasionally show up just to sit in his office in the back and pretend to do paperwork while gossiping with managers about hiring decisions

aleix: kitchen manager (used to work the grill)

dovi: used to be assistant/hiring manager but quit </3. still shows up to chat and have a beer sometimes and ppl are always trying to give him free stuff but he's too humble

dani: used to be front of house manager. had a secret tryst with lorenzo that the entire restaurant found out about and resulted in a slow motion mega-breakup and they both got fired

lorenzo: used to be kitchen manager (see above)

marc: neurotic lead server/front of house manager who is always stressed about something but customers love him. threatens to quit all the time

front of house:

pecco: the actual best server but is always getting shit bc vale (a "family friend" who is basically his father) got him the job

joan: server who disappears for 15-30 minute increments to go have mini breakdowns

fabio: server who shows up for opening shift & everyone saw him partying on instagram last night but he doesn't seem hungover so he keeps getting scheduled for it anyway even though it is secretly killing him

bezz: server who is super popular with costumers but forgets orders more than anyone

luca: host who can do no wrong

enea: host who is ALWAYS getting shit from the servers for overseating their section but he doesn't care

maverick: lead bartender who knows how to work basically every station in the kitchen

jack: second bartender/barback who really wants to learn grill but aleix won't promote him bc he knows jack and maverick used to have a thing when they were literal teenagers & he's obsessed with playing with his coworkers like dolls. he doesn't even rly want them to get back together he just wants to see how long this weird animosity will go on for

back of house:

taka: easily the best cook but is never scheduled for more than 2 or 3 days per week. no one has any idea what his main job is, but if he's this good at his side hustle, it's gotta be something insane

morb: cook (can work grill & saute interchangeably) who never shows up on time and never answers texts but basically can't be fired because he's one of the best cooks, always helps clean and never calls out

jorge: grill cook who everyone thinks might actually be dating aleix since they go for breaks together all the time but aleix for sure has a wife and children... everyone's gathered around the backdoor listening to them chat outside trying to deduce whether or not adultery is occurring

brad: actual best grill cook and Good Bloke

alex rins: salads & cold apps. bc he's vegetarian. always shows up early to chat with aleix and stays late to help clean up but no one ever hears from him on days he's not scheduled. always claims he's hanging out with aleix and jorge but cannot substantiate it

alex marquez: king of expo who is the only one sending orders out on time. if marc is running an order they will always whisper with each other... who knows what they're discussing

diggia: dishwasher extraordinaire who desperately wants to work literally any other station

oliveira: meal prep. runs the walk-in like he was born in it and has the best gossip about everyone

zarco: butcher (derogatory)

spanish rookies (raul, augusto, pedro): the busboy brigade and ALWAYS scurrying around and it's unclear whether they like each other or if they've turned bussing into some sort of competition

[cookiecandy22]

What would the sins do as adults in a modern setting?

Or well, at least in my modern au fic

(+Eli of course)

Meliodas: I think he would’ve been pressured by his family to get a business degree. He wanted to dropout but Elizabeth convinced him to continues as she knew that Meliodas dream was to open a tavern/restaurant/bar and the degree would help him know how everything works to run it smoothly and not end up in bankruptcy.

Ban: I don’t think he’d be interested to go to college or pursue higher education. I headcannon him as being really smart but without the capacity to sit still in a classroom (he hates studying things he isn’t interested in). So after finishing secondary school he starts working everywhere he can but without abandoning his passion: cooking. He keeps practicing and self teaches himself different techniques until Meliodas reconnects with him (they lost contact for five years:( ) and sets him on trial to see if he’d be able to work as the main cook in his bar/tavern/restaurant. Sales go up thanks to Ban’s cooking.

(Fun fact: Meliodas and Ban used to love watching Hell’s kitchen when they were younger and sometimes they’d talk about how cool would it be if Gordon Ramsey visited their future restaurant and that Ban’d be one of the little people who could impress him with his cooking skills)

Elizabeth: I think Eli’s always dreamed to be a doctor, specifically a pediatrician. She’d be very dedicated to have excellent marks at school but medicine is a career that a lot of people try to apply for, and her grades are good but not enough so she doesn’t get to enter at first. Her grades are good enough for nursing school though, so she goes for it while still studying and looking for a way to get into medicine (her awesome boyfriend Meliodas supporting her in the long process ofc). After two years she achieved it!

Diane: I headcanon her to be that kid who has a million of extra curricular activities all related to sport or dancing. She loves the latter and I think she tries to study superior studies for choreography and contemporary dance, but after getting her degree (I looked it up it’s like 4 years omg😳) she couldn’t find work so she starts working at her aunt Matrona’ gym. (She has a social media for her dances and’s been popular since she was 15. That helps her getting a job as a choreographer for broadway productions later don’t worry).

King: he’s a fashion designer, and a pretty good one. He specialises in costumes for movies or theatre but has gotten some of his more public-oriented clothes in fashion shows. He and Diane reconnect after King is tasked to design the costumes of one of the shows Diane is working as a choreographer.

Merlin: the only one who knows something about her is Gowther, she hasn’t communicated much with the rest of the sins. She works at a university in the research area for biochemistry (she has two pHD in physics and chemistry). She has to teach some hours to university students and has taken a promising student to help him with his thesis, Arthur, as an intern/assistant for her.

Gowther: I think Gowther would’ve studied medicine to be able to study psychiatry. Not because he wanted to, even though he’s always had a curiosity for the brain and how it worked, but more because it was one of the things his father had studied and didn’t know what to do with his life. He completed his studies early, go accepted into medicine first try (hard pill to swallow for Elizabeth, Meliodas had to reassure her that it didn’t matter if she needed more time to get accepted as long as she fulfills her dreams) and after he ended his studies and worked as a psychiatrist he realised that it was too much to him so he opened one of those spiritual retreats and has been conducting similar workshops. He also tried to work one year in a high school as a counsellor but he left after 1 year.

Escanor: he’s dead.

Nah jk

Escanor’s a part time poet full time spanish/english philologist. He’s worked both for Oxford dictionary and for “la Real Academia Española” in Spain (yep my Escanor is from a spanish family who migrated to England when Escanor was young but he’s been two years in high school as an exchange student in Spain). He moved there after his final heartbreak with Merlin. He sometimes messages Mel, Ban and Gowther but it isn’t very common

Hope you liked it:) maybe I’ll do this with the holy knights or other characters, if you want me to do any specific character please write it in the comments!

[dcdreamblog]

So, who was the first kid sidekick?

As one could expect, considering he was the first to do the whole thing. The Crimson Avenger also got a leg up on the idea of the kid sidekick.

(Crimson Avenger and his sidekick Wing in a photograph taken by the Seven Soldiers of Victory, circa 1944)

Born in Hankou, in modern day Wuhan sometime in the mid 1920s, Wing How fled to America just before the outbreak of hostilities between China and Japan. Having no means of supporting himself despite his young age he took any work he could find, eventually ending up the valet of newspaper magnate Lee Travis.

Travis, a failed veteran of the early stages of the Spanish Civil War by the time he and How met was disconnected from politics despite his resources as the young owner of the Globe Leader newspaper. Travis, for lack of anyone else to talk to, began to confide in How who in turn pushed Travis to use his resources for the sake of the war in Asia.

In fact, it was a charity benefit masquerade partially sponsored by Travis whose robbery during the often mythologized War of the Worlds incident (though whether the incident itself or Travis' part within it is the more overblown in popular consciousness is hard to say) inspired Travis to fully commit himself to the garb of the Crimson Avenger.

Serving as a confidante from day one, How was never fully on board with the more harsh and violent style of intervention that Travis originally preferred, attempting to once again steer his friend and boss onto a more socially conscious course. It wasn't until Travis was moments away from executing an innocent Chinese immigrant that How fully stepped between his mentor and the problem.

Deciding to fully join his mentor on the streets, Wing's public introduction was most likely the inspiration for the Avenger's rather drastic costume change around the time of the Seven Soldiers' foundation.

The role of How is often overlooked for two equally tragic reasons.

The first being that in contemporary sources he is often heavily caricatured in line with Western depictions of Chinese people. With huge buck teeth, squinty eyes and his natural accent corrupted into something from a minstrel show.

The second being that he predeceased his mentor by some considerable margin, giving his life in battle against the Nebula Man for the sake of his teammates and the Justice League.

His personal effects are, to this day, held in trust by the Justice League alongside the effects of his mentor both in recognition of their status as the spiritual seed the League is grown from and How's personal sacrifice for the League.

[daydreaming-en-pointe]

the swan and her princess (part 2)

summary: Swan Lake isn’t all beauty and grace, contrary to popular belief. And you experience firsthand that as you wage a one-sided war with your “rival” for the role of Odette.

chapter summary: A pleasant surprise turns out to be possibly not so pleasant after all.

pairing: Gwen Stacy (Spider-Woman) x fem!Ballerina!Reader [aka some sort of a messy Ballet!AU]

word count: 2695

warnings: cussing, ballet terms, creative liberties taken since I’ve never been to Lincoln Center and the research I’ve done may or may not be fully accurate

a/n: :D got a little carried away with this one whoops doing this is much harder than i expected this au is taking up my entire brain pls help

part 1 // part 2 // part 3 (pending)

glossary:

Barre: A handrail used by ballet dancers to maintain balance while exercising. One hand is placed on the barre at all times, and the dancer stands beside it.

Kitri: The feisty and wilful heroine of the ballet Don Quixote. When her father Lorenzo tries to marry her off for money, she doesn’t play the victim, but hatches a plan to marry Basilio, the charming barber who has won her heart, and pursue her own version of happiness. As a dancer’s role, Kitri is athletic and demanding. Kitri wears striking red costumes (look them up, they’re really beautiful) and gestures expressively with a fan in a nod to her Spanish heritage.

Don Quixote: Don Quixote is a ballet in three acts, based on episodes taken from the famous novel Don Quixote de la Mancha by Miguel de Cervantes.

Kurta: A loose collarless shirt/dress of a type worn by people in South Asia, usually with a salwar, churidars, or pyjama.

Dupatta: A length of material arranged in two folds over the chest and thrown back around the shoulders, typically with a salwar kameez. Usually worn by women from South Asia.

Right after you set foot in the studio and dropped your bag in the corner, you made a beeline for the cacophonous, eagerly buzzing crowd that had formed around the cast list.

You saw a familiar duffel bag and raised your eyebrows slightly. Surprisingly, Gwen had showed up on time. Miracles really did exist.

Murmurs of disappointment and cheers of satisfaction rippled through the dancers in the room as they dispersed one by one, either wearing an expression of genuine excitement or a mask of disguised regret that they hadn’t tried harder or trained longer.

You pushed your way to the front, your eyes immediately darting to the name next to Odette. Your heart sank as you traced over the curly loops and sharper lines of the handwritten letters.

White Swan/Princess Odette : Patricia Roberts.

Pat…?

Sure, she was good, but she was always a little bit too fast for the pieces. She was brilliant at lightning-quick steps in speedy variations, but couldn’t ‘dance like a flowy fairy’, as your ballet teacher said, to save her life.

And the White Swan was all about being slow and sad and graceful.

Your eyes travelled further down the list, going through the roles of Odile, the cygnets, the general swans, and the royals. Each time, you were disappointed. By the time you reached the end of the list, you couldn’t help but feel a little bit anxious. Your name just… wasn’t there.

You were a part of this, right?

The entire class was taking part in this production. It wouldn’t make any sense for you to not be there. Even if it was just as a regular background swan.

“Can’t find your name either, huh?”

You hadn’t noticed that everyone else had broken off into excitedly chattering groups to start warming up and take their places at the barre, leaving only you and Gwen standing and craning your necks up at the piece of paper that seemed to decide your fate in the studio for the next few months.

You shook your head no, earning a sigh from Gwen that lasted longer than it probably should have.

“Well, we could ask Miss Walker, but she’s not here yet. So…” She shifted awkwardly beside you. You tried to observe her from your peripheral vision without being too obvious. She sounded… tired. Exhausted, really, like she hadn’t slept in a few days and then had to run a marathon around the city. She had done a pretty shoddy job of concealing the heavy dark circles under her eyes — which truly was saying something, because her makeup was usually immaculate.

Fuck. You couldn’t believe it, but for a moment you almost felt sorry for her. Well, maybe not just almost.

“Hey, uh… you good?” You winced at your attempt at a nonchalant tone. Gwen turned to look at you like you had sprouted a third head, slight confusion reflecting in her eyes.

You had never noticed them before, but she had nice eyes, honestly. The expressive kind that could show every little shift in her emotions if she didn’t hide it. And right now she looked like she was about to grin or crack a joke, so you fixed a scowl on your face to ward off any amusing thing she might have been gearing up to say.

The smile in her eyes faded.

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

Time to poke the bee’s nest. “You don’t sound—”

You were cut off as the studio doors flew open, and Miss Walker, looking extremely hassled, practically sprinted in. Random strands of hair poked out of her unusually-untidy bun, and her glasses were perched precariously on the tip of her nose. She held her phone in one hand and a clipboard in the other.

“Class, pointes on and everyone to the barre right now, please! Finish your second warmup, I’ll be right with you. Gwendolyn, Y/N, may I have a word with the two of you?”

We’re in trouble, mouthed Gwen with a comically scared, wide-eyed, completely exaggerated expression that was very childish and definitely should not have made you want to laugh. You bit the inside of your cheek to clamp down on your smile.

Your ballet teacher led you both over to a corner of the studio, adjusting her glasses right as they were about to fall off. “Okay, so I have some very good news for both of you. You might have noticed that your names weren’t on the final cast list at all, correct?”

You both nodded.

“As it turns out, you’ve been selected by the School of American Ballet to feature in New York City Ballet’s version of Swan Lake! And not selected for just any role — you girls are playing both Swans!”

The words took a few seconds to register in your mind. The sheer improbability of it all was phenomenal — two mere teenagers chosen to perform by the most prestigious ballet company in the world, to dance alongside some of the best professional ballerinas-in-the-making? This was a dream come true; was any of this real?

“You’re joking,” you heard Gwen say beside you. You felt like you were about to lift off and float all the way to the sky when your teacher just gave a broad, proud smile.

Everything after that was surrounded by a hazy glow of euphoric shock — blurred by excitement and lightheadedness and disbelief. You might’ve blacked out at one point, bracing yourself against the wall while you waited for your vision to clear.

Gwen suddenly narrowed her eyes in a wince, squinting as if she had a headache. “I’m so sorry, I have to go,” She mumbled hastily, before grabbing her bag and slipping out of the studio. And just like that, she was gone. Again.

You and Miss Walker exchanged a look of slight confusion, but she shrugged. “Well, you’re dismissed for today, Y/N. They’re expecting you tomorrow. You know where the company is, right?”

“Yes, miss.” Of course you did, which ballerina didn’t? Of all the best aspiring ballet dancers’ dream companies, New York City Ballet was right up there with The Royal Ballet in London, Paris Opera Ballet in France, and the Australian Ballet in Melbourne. In other words: this was a giant fucking deal and a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

You’d have to be beyond idiotic to blow it off.

You arrived at Lincoln Center (which housed the New York City Ballet), fresh-faced and a few minutes early. Well, maybe not so fresh-faced, since you could barely sleep because of nerves. Throughout the night, what felt like a million thoughts that were all variations of what if I’m not good enough? and maybe I’m not cut out for this plagued you well into the early hours of the morning.

You felt a tap on your shoulder and turned to see Gwen, looking annoyingly (and most probably effortlessly) put-together and honestly quite fashionable. Did she have to have such perfect eyeliner? Even her hair tips seemed pinker than usual.

“Wow, you’re early for once,” You tried to load snark into your tone but failed miserably, earning you an insufferably relaxed chuckle from Gwen.

You shook your head and focused on trying to find the ballet company’s actual studio. Lincoln Center was comprised of a complex of buildings in a giant neighbourhood that you had never been in before, and the David H. Koch Theater which housed the New York City Ballet was just one of those many buildings spread over 16.3 acres.

You were lucky you two had arrived early, because it took you ten whole minutes trying to find the theater - because, as it turns out, you and Gwen had entered from a separate entrance from the main one. Finally you entered the studio, and for a while the only sounds were that of your shoes squeaking on the shiny wooden floors.

Something that struck you was just how big everything about it was.

The light fixtures that lined the walls cast yellow light all along the hallway, illuminating everything with a soft glow the colour of honeyed amber. Just walking that corridor made you feel like you were approaching a royal ballroom, floating around in a gown that could put Kitri’s costume from Don Quixote to shame.

You finally saw the door to the studio. Someone was waiting outside — a man in an all-black suit with close-cropped black hair and a salt-and-pepper beard. His face broke into a smile as he saw you and Gwen, and without waiting for you to fully make it to the door, he strode forward and clasped your hand.

“Welcome to New York City Ballet! I’m Carlos, the resident choreographer of this company. We’ve been expecting you! Your teacher has informed you of the production we are working on, yes?” He rattled all of this off at full speed in clipped, staccato pronunciations, so fast that it took you a second to register what he was saying.

“Swan Lake, right?” Gwen answered for you.

“Yes, yes. I assume you both know the combinations for both swans?” You nodded maybe a little too eagerly, eliciting a subtle eyebrow-raise from Carlos. “Very good. Come, I will introduce you to Shaoni. She is our support staff, and a former ballet mistress. She taught many young dancers who went on to become famous prima ballerinas. Don’t take her words too seriously; her bark is worse than her bite.”

He gave you a sympathetic smile and pushed open the double doors. Immediately the first thing you saw was a woman wearing a blue kurta with a gold-trimmed dupatta, her dark hair pinned into a bun at the nape of her neck. The thing that stood out most about her was her highly displeased scowl that had her looking like someone had insulted her entire bloodline three times over, spat in her face and then wrecked her favourite tutu.

Forget a simple resting bitch face, this was a prime, next-level display of an I’m-done-with-this-shit-and-I-need-a-vacation expression.

“Good morning, girls. My name is Shaoni Lahiri, you will address me as Miss Lahiri. You’re a bit early; please begin your warmup while we wait for the others. Also, our artistic director wanted to talk to you about your first day, so once he arrives meet him in his office.” Miss Lahiri had just finished her introductory monologue when her phone buzzed in her pocket with a notification.

Her eyes swiped over the lockscreen for a brief second before she tucked it away again, and you could’ve sworn you saw her roll her eyes slightly when she saw the name of the messager. “Mr. Osborn will see you now. The door to his office is in the far left corner of the studio. Try not to get lost, will you?” Even her sarcasm sounded effortlessly annoyed beyond relief.

And just like that, she abandoned you and went over to compare choreography notes with Carlos.

You turned and followed her directions, noticing a polished wooden door near the end wall of the studio. “Hey, wait for me!” Gwen had been busy gawking at the studio and, really, you couldn’t quite blame her. It truly was something else compared to the much smaller one you were used to.

You knocked once and pushed open the door once you heard a voice call out, “Come in!”

The moment the door swung open, you were immediately blinded by the brightest white light you had ever seen. The entire office looked like it had been bleached to within an inch of its life; there were no specks of dust to be seen and everything was neatly arranged in cupboards and on shelves.

“Oh, hello there!” Once your eyes had readjusted, you noticed a man with greying red-brown hair in a crisp suit with a green pinstripe jacket, an orange vest, and black pants. He sat with his hands clasped neatly on the lacquered teakwood desk in front of him, wearing a polite smile.

“You must be the new arrivals, yes? Let’s see, what are your names…” He opened a folder that had been pushed to one side of the desk, flicking through pages. “Gwen Stacy and Y/N Y/L/N?”

“Yes, that’s us,” You answered quickly, feeling slightly giddy with excitement as the truth sunk in properly. This wasn’t a dream, you had really been selected by the fucking New York City Ballet. You would be working alongside some of the best ballet dancers in the area. Better yet, you had more than a fair chance at dancing Odette. Of course, so did Gwen, but you were obviously the better choice… it wasn’t personal, really, just that she barely attended a full class and therefore should probably dance Odile instead.

“Excellent, excellent. Pleasure to meet you. I’m Norman Osborn, the artistic director of this company.” He stood up and shook your hand. He smiled at Gwen, but instead of smiling back, she just dropped her gaze, inhaling sharply as if she had been stung.

“Something’s not right with him,” She murmured to you the moment Mr. Osborn turned his back to retrieve a folder from his filing cabinet. “I can’t explain it, just… please trust me. I think he’s going to be a threat to us.”

You felt annoyance flare up inside you, white-hot maelstroms of anger expanding by the second. “Please excuse us, Mr. Osborn. Gwen and I need to discuss something.” You tried to sound as inconspicuous and well-mannered as you could. You grabbed Gwen’s shoulder and pulled her through the door, closing it behind you.

“Listen here,” You hissed, letting go of her. “I didn’t make it all this way and train for an extra four hours a day for three years just so you could blow this off. In case you haven’t noticed, we’re some sort of a package deal. So don’t you dare make up stuff and tell me this perfectly polite man is a threat. Is this some sort of scheme? You make me get cold feet, pretend like you’re dropping out, then when you convince me to leave the company you swoop in and snatch up the role of Odette? Is that what you’re playing at?”

Gwen stared at you in utter disbelief, rubbing her shoulder where your grip had tightened just a little too much. “What? No, of course not. I would never—”

“Okay, good. Now let’s get back in there and do whatever the hell he wants us to do, because this is the New York City Ballet and we are not leaving till we’re done with this production, got it?”

For a split second, intense desperation marred her features and she looked like she was about to cry. Then, just as quickly as it had come, all the vulnerability displayed on her face disappeared — but not from her eyes. Her mouth and eyebrows were relaxed, cool, but her eyes shone with a feverish light that made her look a bit manic. Finally she took a deep breath and glared levelly at you.

“Fine. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Something about her tone would have sent a shiver down your spine if you hadn’t been so pumped up about this whole ordeal. You dismissed it easily, penning it, possibly, as the sullen disappointment of a plotter whose evil scheme hadn’t gone quite according to plan.

You entered the office again, Gwen trailing behind you reluctantly, and gave Mr. Osborn a big smile. “You were saying?”

He passed you and Gwen two sheets of paper and a pen. “Sign this. It’s a contract that officialises your stay at this company for the duration of this production.”

You signed it eagerly. Gwen, who was studying the words intently, noticed your impatience and signed it too.

“Perfect,” said Norman Osborn, giving you a big smile. Was it just you, or did it look more plastic this time…?

Nope, definitely just you. He carefully filed the sheets away and clasped your hand in a handshake once again. “Welcome to New York City Ballet. I’m sure this contract will prove to be beneficial to the both of us.”

Gwen dropped her eyes to the floor. Probably just her odd headaches acting up again.

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