#sparkling minidress

[tina-aumont]

Sparkling Minidress

Tina Aumont wore this sparkling dress at the premiere of "La Curée" film which happened the 29th September 1966.

Sharon Tate here is pictured at Cannes Film Festival which was celebrated in May 1968. Sharon's dress is shorter that Tina's but both are very similar.

Sharon Tate photos come from: Sharon Tate Fans page at facebook.

[prettyfuul]

Gemma Ward for Paco Rabanne spring 2005

[lebeautiful-co]

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[papaya-twinks]

I'm so bad at requesting things but filthy, filthy smut with Lando, who sees reader in a cute, innocent Halloween costume and just gets the urge to defile her, thank you so much frankiee 🫶

Warnings: Smut, 18+ innocent!reader

Pairing: Lando Norris x fem!reader

A pretty little angel - that’s what you had decided to dress up as for the Halloween party, in a tight little white minidress with silver sparkles, and a little headband with a cute halo. It was a classic but it suited you very well. And Lando? Well, he very much enjoyed it. 

“Angel, your hair’s a little messy,” Lando said, lying through his damn teeth as you nodded, following him to the bathroom. He ran his hand through your hair as he lifted you onto the sink, your legs dangling over the edge. 

“Looks so pretty,” Lando mumbled, smoothing the creases of your dress, dipping his head so he could press a few soft kisses to your collarbone as you giggled, your hands tangling into his hair. “My little angel,” Lando hummed, kissing you softly on the lips, his hand absentmindedly riding up your dress. 

“Lando,” you gasped as he ran his finger over your clothed core, a smirk on his face. “Oops,” Lando shrugged, “my hand slipped,” he said, moving back to smoothing the creases on your outfit. “No, Lando,” you whined, pulling his hand back to your thighs. 

“What?” Lando asked, “what is it?”. You huffed, a pout forming on your lips in annoyance as Lando smirked to you. “Use your words, angel,” he said as your cheeks filled with a pink tinge. “Touch me…please,” you said shyly. 

“Where?” Lando asked, milking the situation as you swung your legs on the edge of the sink. “Here,” you said, moving his fingers to trace your core, as you moved your panties to the side. Your hand tugged his belt off, thirsting it onto the floor as his cock sprung hard against his abdomen. 

“Oh fuck,” he gasped as his head pushed your folds up, your slick coating his member as he stretched you out, your fingers digging into his shoulders, nails scraping down his back. “H r-fuck,” you whimpered, your eyes rolling so he snapped his hips against yours.

His thighs hit against yours, the sound to skin against yours echoing in the room as your eyes rolled, head falling slightly back. “I’m close,” you gasped, body rocking as he nodded, his hand pulling your face so your lips were pulled into a messy kiss. 

“God, you’re so wet,” Lando moved his chest away from yours to look down at the connection between the pair of you, your orgasm flooding through as your body went into small spasms, shaking as Lando pulled out, his cum gliding down your thighs. 

“Well done angel,” Lando smirked, kissing your cheek softly as you panted, chest rising and falling as Lando cupped your cheek, pulling you into a chaste kiss. Ironic.

[harryslittlefreakk]

a corner of the heath

late night talking series extra!

summary: y/n and harry’s first ‘official’ date following his wembley shows

warnings: fluff, smut (unprotected public sex & foreplay)

wordcount: 2k

a/n: i’ve had this sitting in my drafts for so long but here it is! i have two more extras planned for LNT and then we’re done <3 i can’t believe all the love on this series thank you all SO much for continuing to read and enjoy it

you can find my masterlist here and join my taglist here! 🫶🏼 happy reading

“Come on, come on, come on!” You’d been trying to get through to Joanie’s phone for at least five minutes now. She had the perfect dress for you to wear, and all you had were concert outfits stained from cheap feather boas.

“Hello? Are you okay?” Joanie’s voice suddenly sounded from the other end of the phone.

“No, I’m not okay! I have a date and I need your white dress. Please please please with a cherry on top,” you babbled, setting your phone down on the counter top. “God I look like death,” you groaned, wiping your hands down your face.

“A date with Harry?!” Joanie squealed.

“Yeeeees and I might not get another one without your dress.”

“Do you want me to bring it to you? Do you need makeup? Hair stuff? Oh please let me stay while you get ready.”

“Yes for bringing it to me please, no for the other stuff, a million times yes for staying,” you laughed, Joanie’s infectious excitement starting to rub off on you. Truthfully, you dreaded the day that you stopped being nervous to see Harry. Just hearing his name gave you a rush of anxious butterflies, your heart rate quickening at the mere thought of him. It had sent you into a week-long spin, but it was a rollercoaster you never wanted to stop riding.

—

“You look so beautiful,” Joanie cooed, smoothing out the skirt of your white minidress. “Stop, you’re like my mum,” you laughed, swatting her hands away.

“Let me come with you,” she pleaded, holding up her hands in prayer. “No.”

“Please please please! It’s on my way home. I don’t even have to be with you. I’ll just look from afar and then I’ll go,” Joanie continued, a hopeful grin plastered on her face.

“He does want to meet you,” you smiled. “Fine. You can say hello and then you’re leaving - and don’t be weird. Please don’t be weird.” You held out your little finger for a pinky promise. Joanie hooked hers around yours, throwing her arms around you and pressing a kiss to your cheek.

—

“Hi, little darling,” Harry smiled when he saw you approaching, a picnic basket hanging from one of his hands. He looked delicious, a white t-shirt and linen slacks loose on his toned body. He wrapped you in a tight hug, planting a gentle kiss to your forehead. “You look incredible,” he whispered against your skin.

When what sounded like an excited mouse squeaked from behind you, he pried his eyes from your figure to peer at your tag along. “You must be the famous Joanie,” Harry grinned, throwing an arm around her. “It’s so nice to meet you.”

Joanie was bouncing on her heels silently, her grin so big it threatened to split her face in two. She started nodding like a bobble head, finally bringing herself to say hello. You shook your head, laughing as you grabbed her hand. “I’ll speak to you later, okay? Get home safe. Say hi to Tom from me.” She was still nodding and grinning as she walked away, waving mindlessly to you and Harry as you giggled.

“You are a vision,” you told Harry as you turned to him, taking his hand in yours. Harry's eyes sparkled with warmth as he gazed at you, a genuine smile spreading across his face. "And you are a dream," he replied, his thumb gently caressing the back of your hand. The sun was shining, casting a golden glow around the two of you as you stood in the park, surrounded by the sounds of nature and the distant hum of city life.

With a playful glint in his eyes, Harry reached into the picnic basket and pulled out a bottle of champagne, pulling out the cork with a satisfying pop. He poured the bubbly liquid into two glasses, handing one to you with a wink. "To our first date," he grinned, raising his glass in a toast.

You clinked your glass against his, the sweet taste of champagne dancing on your tongue. As you settled down on the picnic blanket, he held a hand under your chin, pulling your face closer to him. “Y’so beautiful, can’t get over it,” he cooed, planting 6 lingering kisses to your lips. “One for every day,” he whispered against your smile.

“Sorry about Joanie,” you cringed, screwing up your face as you thought back to her reaction to meeting him. “She’s cute,” he laughed. “I can see why you get along.”

“What do you mean? I’m way cooler than she is. Didn’t even bat an eye when I met you,” you teased.

“That’s what you think,” Harry chuckled, pulling you back into his body until your back rested against your chest. “I saw your jaw go when you clocked me.”

“Oh yeah? That’s why you took me home. Stroked your ego,” you smirked, staring out across the park.

“Oh yes. Exactly that. It’s so rare that I get to meet anyone who knows who I am.” Harry poked at your cheek playfully, the two of you settling into a comfortable silence, stray giggles escaping every few minutes.

“Do you not think it’s insane?” you asked Harry after a while, tilting your head back to look up at him. “What?”

“If neither of us had gone to that Starbucks, or even at different times, or you never needed that napkin, we’d never have met.”

Harry laughed, pressing a kiss to the top of your forehead. “I never needed a napkin. Jus’ wanted to talk to you,” he confessed, a coy smirk playing on his lips. You gasped, mouth falling open as you swatted at his leg. “Seriously?”

“Seriously. Couldn’t think of anything else to say,” Harry told you, his fingertips drawing patterns on your inner thigh. You leaned further back into him, a warm blush creeping up your cheeks as something buzzed inside of you. The Harry Styles, your ultimate celeb crush, had pondered over what to say to you. And now you were sitting here on your first date after a week of incredible sex and cuddles with him. If someone had come back from the future and told you all this, you’d have laughed them out the room. But it was true, it was real.

“What you thinking about?” Harry asked, his voice soft. “You,” you grinned. “Just so crazy, all of this.”

“Mhmm, I‘m crazy about you.” His fingers were trailing further up your dress, still tracing mindless patterns as he got closer to your centre. You uncrossed your legs slightly, breath catching in your throat at the thought of Harry touching you here, where anyone could see you. If it wasn’t for the wine and the high that came from his presence, you’d have clamped your legs shut and refused him entry. You’d made a silent promise to yourself to try not to sleep with Harry and treat your first date like it was the first time you’d met him. But he just did something to you, and you couldn’t resist catering to his every need.

“Gonna let daddy show you how crazy he is about you?” Harry asked, his voice suddenly low and husky.

You pulled the spare blanket he’d bought over your legs to maintain at least some decency as he pulled your panties to the side, his fingertips finding your clit with ease. Harry always navigated your body as if he’d known it in a previous life, as if it were the only body he’d ever touched. He knew your wants and needs even before you realised them, always one step ahead of you.

He pulled you back into him, his lips trailing soft kisses along your neck. His fingers worked into you, the angle pushing his palm against your sensitive clit. You were writhing under his touch, soft pants slipping past your lips. “Got to be quiet, angel,” Harry whispered against your skin, nipping at your neck. His fingers fucked into you faster, one hand wrapping around your throat to quiet you as heat spreads throughout your body. “Baby,” you whimpered softly, your hand clenching around his wrist as it moved against your pussy, the friction against your clit almost too much to take. It was warm under the afternoon sun, but the heat spreading between your legs was almost enough to burn you alive. Beads of sweat formed on your chest, your skin becoming sticky in Harry’s grip, as you tried desperately to keep your moans in.

“Want more, Harry,” you moaned, pulling his hand away. The way he could fuck you was both a blessing and a curse. His hands and mouth worked wonders, but his cock had you shaking and coming around him in minutes. If you had to choose between the two, you’d choose his cock all day long. Harry chuckled, watching as you turned around and straddled his thighs. He pressed his two glistening fingers to your lips, silently urging you to have a taste of your juices. You sucked them into your mouth, a tiny moan vibrating in your throat as your tongue licked him clean.

“Got to stay quiet now, okay kitten?” he warned, fiddling with the button on his slacks. You nodded, fluffing out the skirt of your dress as he lined himself up with your entrance, his rock hard tip already angry and red. Sex had never been a huge thing for you in relationships, and you’d certainly never been fucked as often as you had in the last week. But it was like being on a different planet with Harry, like you existed in a different reality with your needs and desires laid out before you. He was as hungry for you as you were for him, lust and yearning held in his gaze whenever he was around you.

Harry slipped into you easily, his girth no more at home than when it was nestled against your g-spot. He started guiding you with a firm hold on your hips, his mouth falling open every time you rolled against him. “That’s my girl,” he groaned, teeth tugging at your bottom lip. If anyone saw, they’d know what you were doing in seconds. But neither of you could bring yourself to care, not with the ecstasy of your bodies connected again.

His hips rutted as you locked eyes with him, your lashes fluttering as his groin rubbed against your clit. Spurred on by your choked moan, Harry held you a few inches over his cock, his finger tips digging in to the meat of your ass. He was drilling up into you, your head falling against his shoulder as you tried to hold yourself together a little while longer. “I’m not gonna last-” you panted, feeling the familiar burn spreading through your core.

“Come for me baby, let it all out,” Harry whispered into your ear. “Gonna do that f’me?”

“Yeah,” you whined, hips rolling against his in desperation to reach your climax. But his movements ceased, his cock stilling inside of you as his hand came up to clutch at your throat.

“Yes what?” Harry asked, dark eyes locked onto yours.

“Yes daddy,” you panted, pawing at the collar of his shirt. His lips curled into a satisfied smirk as his movements resumed, his cock drilling into you with a power he’d been holding back before.

Your clit was throbbing, entrance on fire as he pounded into you, driven by a purpose now. It took one final thrust to tip you over the edge, your mouth hanging open as you mewled into Harry’s tanned skin. “Fuck, kitten,” he panted, cock twitching at your core as your walls constricted, milking him for all he had. His come was like a comfort to you at this point, a feeling you were so used to and so in love with.

You sat up on your knees and waited to him to make himself decent, cringing as your soaked panties slipped back across your entrance. When you heard his flies zip back up, you stepped off him, throwing yourself down flat onto the blanket, chest still heaving.

Harry mirrored you, his fingers finding yours as his eyes wandered over to your face. “M’gonna say it over and over - y’are completely and utterly perfect.”

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[eternalsa2z]

Built For The Cameras

"Destiny!"

"Over here!"

"Look this way, beautiful!"

You tried to shield your face from the swarm of paparazzi following your every step up the shimmering staircase. But all it did was show off your pretty nails and draw more attention to your heaving chest.

"Ms. Dahl, any truth to the rumor you're dating Rich Britchbaker?"

You were on your way up to the top floor of the club where the owner, your former business rival, was waiting. He was the one who insisted on the glittery minidress you were wearing. Your salon-styled hair and professional makeup. The little sparkly choker marking you as a former business titan turned into a collared and claimed party slut.

"Are you selling your shares in your company to SluTech?"

In fact, as you try to ignore the flashing cameras, you realized that he was probably the one who tipped off the press. He wanted your reaction captured as you tottered up the stairs like the ditzy bimbo he turned you into. He arranged all of this just like he was arranged the merger of your businesses and private lives

"Dahl mode activate. Destiny complete" *FLASH*

You blink, temporarily stunned by the bright light, and the strangely familiar words. Then everything suddenly clicked. You were Destiny Dahl! A trophy on display. Daddy Bitchbreaker's toy built to sparkle for the cameras. So you obeyed your programming to smile, giggle, blow a little kiss for the camera. Then you wiggled your way up the stairs to hug your waiting hubby and affectionately rub your fake titties up against him. It's the least you could do to thank him for making you his pretty little bimbo doll!

[formulauno98]

A Birthday to Remember - Part One - Toto Wolff x Reader

Originally written as an OC, inspired by an amazing request from @latte-luxe, I have rewritten this to a Reader POV, no descriptions and no use of your name. The only brief description is of a butt (you can probably guess why).

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: Caution may contain spice. 🌶️🌶️🌶️

Author’s Notes: Disclaimer, purely fiction, no-one is married in this alt-universe.

THE MORNING

It was Saturday morning and stepping out onto your balcony at the Fairmont Monte Carlo, you swept your eyes over the spectacular view. It was a pinch yourself to check if you’re dreaming kind of view of sparkling blue waters, peppered every so often with a gleaming white yacht.

“Good morning, birthday girl.” murmured a husky, heavily accented voice from behind you. Before you even had the chance to turn around, a pair of muscular arms swooped around from behind, coming to rest on your hips, large hands gently squeezing your curves.

“Good morning to you too,” you said, turning around and leaning up to kiss your tall towel-clad Austrian companion, resting your hand on his bare chest as he pressed himself tightly against you. It was yet another pinch me I’m dreaming moment. If someone had told you this time yesterday that this was how you would be spending your Saturday morning you would have laughed and called them crazy, but sometimes life could be crazy.

THE NIGHT BEFORE

It was a sunny evening and you were standing out on the balcony with a glass of wine in your hand, gazing across the Mediterranean whilst waiting for your three best friends to get ready. As a lifelong Formula One lover, a weekend trip to Monaco had been on the cards for a while so when your friends asked where you wanted to go to celebrate your special birthday it was at the top of the list. Turning the dream into reality was another thing altogether and you still couldn’t believe that the trip had materialised. A trip had finally made it out of the group chat.

Dinner was due to be lowkey as Saturday was going to be the big night out, with dinner plans at Elsa, a Michelin-star establishment, followed by a night on the tiles at Jimmyz, a club frequented by the world of Formula One. Although you couldn’t afford to come for a race weekend, this was truly a bucket list trip and you hoped to catch a glimpse of some nice cars, the iconic track and if you were lucky maybe even a driver or two… A wild Charles Leclerc sighting in Monaco was like spotting Mickey Mouse in Disneyland.

Friday night’s restaurant of choice was Song Qi, an upscale Chinese restaurant in Larvotto that had come highly recommended. You were looking forward to seeing what made Monaco so special and couldn’t wait to hit the town.

“How long is the walk?” A voice called out from your suite.

“About five/ten minutes.” You replied, sighing, as always the mom of the group.

“Medium heels it is then,” your friend Olivia replied.

“We can always get a car,” you suggested.

“No, let’s conserve the taxi budget for tomorrow night,” Olivia said, stepping out onto the balcony to join you, “Laura and Becca are almost ready.”

“Good idea,” you replied, “You look gorgeous by the way.”

Olivia beamed with the compliment, stepping back to twirl in her pink minidress and sparkling sandals, “I try my best, although I can’t compete with you.”

You blushed, not used to the compliments. You’d chosen a simple white dress with gold sandals for the evening’s dinner, perhaps a risky move in a restaurant serving noodles but you felt fabulous. It wasn’t long before Laura and Becca also emerged, both looking as beautiful as ever. The four of you had treated yourselves to two adjoining suites and opened up the connecting door to create a mega-suite.

“Oh la la, give us a twirl,” you said, looking your elegant friend up and down as she dutifully spun around.

“Beautiful!” Now it was Laura and Becca’s turn to blush. “Ditto! Shall we get going?”

“Sounds like a plan.” you agreed, the four of you making your way off of the balcony.

——

Song Qi turned out to be an excellent choice, with the table weighed down with baskets of dim sum and bowls of noodles, crispy beef and endless wontons. The restaurant was decadent but comfortable and as you sank back into your sumptuous green velvet chair you spotted a strangely familiar face at the table across from you. He was dark-haired, handsome with chiselled features and although he was sat down, tall, as he towered above the two men he was dining with.

It took you a moment to realise that it was none other than Toto Wolff, the affable Mercedes Formula One team principal. Although you thought it was only for a moment, you must have stared for a while as he briefly met your eyes and shot you a charming smile. Smiling back like a fool, your friends whipped their heads around to see who you were smiling at, fortunately, Toto not noticing as he had returned to his plate.

“Damn girl, he’s kinda hot, in that old businessman kind of way,” said Olivia, turning back around to face you.

“Well yes…” you stuttered, “He’s also one of the team principals in Formula One.”

“Huh?” Asked your three friends blankly, not followers of the sport.

“Kind of like the equivalent of a football manager,” you explained, “Except he owns some of the team as well.”

“Fancy, well he’s pretty. You should go and talk to him.” Said Laura, all formula one facts going straight over her head.

“Oh my god, no,” you said, “I’m sure he was just being polite.”

As if on cue, Toto looked up and locked eyes with you once again, his deep brown eyes crinkling. You gulped, returning his gaze with a smile once again.

Dinner continued, with the girls chatting away as every so often you met Toto’s eyes across the crowded restaurant. He looked to be in some kind of business meeting as the two men with him were dressed smartly and looked serious while conversing with them.

It wasn’t long before dinner had been cleared and a smiling waiter emerged with a chocolate cake laden down with a sparkler and numerous candles, Olivia, Becca and Laura looking at each other mischievously before breaking into a rousing rendition of the Happy Birthday song. You felt your cheeks reddening as you realised the entire restaurant, including Toto and his business associates had joined in the song. As you blew out the candles, you once again locked eyes with Toto who was grinning away while applauding.

“You guys are the worst,” you said, half joking as you shook your head at your friends. “But that’s why I love you.”

“Aw, well we had to do something,” said Laura, “It’s not every day you have a big birthday like this and although I still don’t understand why you love your car racing so much, I’m happy that we came here.”

You smiled at your friends, appreciative of them enabling your desire to walk around the Formula One track and visit the car museum despite the fact they really weren’t interested. Just as you were musing how ironic it was that you’d even seen Toto Wolff, their waiter reappeared with a tray of drinks.

“Oh, I don’t think we ordered those,” said Olivia politely.

“Yes Madame, in fact, the gentlemen over there sent them alongside their birthday wishes.” The waiter replied.

You were floored, Toto Wolff had sent you birthday wishes. An interesting turn of events.

“Well, then that’s very nice of them,” said Olivia, as the waiter set them down, nudging you before adding, “You should go and say thank you!”

“Oh my God, yes, go!” Said Becca, egging Olivia on.

Sighing, but also buoyed by your friends’ enthusiasm, you relented, “I’m going to go but only to say thank you.”

Your three friends squealing with excitement, you took an extra sip of your drink for courage before standing up and sauntering over to where Toto and his associates sat. His interest piqued immediately as he noticed you making your way across the restaurant.

“Good evening, sorry to interrupt but I just wanted to say thank you for the drinks, it was very kind of you,” you said, a little too quickly due to nerves.

“Well, it’s not every day you celebrate a milestone like that.” Replied Toto kindly, standing up to hold out his hand to shake yours, “I’m Toto by the way, and this is Jean and Sebastian,” he gestured at the older gentlemen he was dining with.

Struck by the almost comical height difference you introduced yourself and looked up at the tall Austrian in front of you as he gripped your hand very tightly, “Nice to meet you all.”

The other gentlemen smiled politely, wishing you a happy birthday before picking their conversation back up. Toto, however, remained stood up, his eyes raking your curves. “A beautiful name for a beautiful woman. It’s nice to meet you too.”

Now you really were blushing, “You’re far too kind.”

“Not at all,” he said, “I hope you do not think this forward but would you like to join me for dinner one evening?”

Once again, your eyes widened, how was this man asking you out? Pulling yourself together, you knew you had to politely decline, you were here with your friends after all, “I would love to but unfortunately I’m only here until Sunday so I’m not sure if I’ll have time.”

Toto looked disappointed but pressed further, “Well then, how about a drink later this evening?”

Trying your best to stay calm, you tried to play it cool, “I’m not sure, it’s a girl's trip and I don’t want to ditch my friends, I really would love to though. Maybe can I get your number and text you once I’ve figured out their plans?”

“Understood,” replied Toto, looking down, gazing into your eyes with an unreadable expression, “It would be my pleasure, give me your phone.”

With that, you handed your phone to the tall Austrian in front of you who deftly punched in his contact. “Thank you, I’ll check in with the girls and let you know. I’ll leave you to your dinner for now but I hope to see you later,” you said with a smile.

Toto turned to glance at his dining companions who were still deep in conversation, and dropped closer down to your ear, keeping his voice low, sending a shiver down your spine, “It’s okay, I don’t think they missed me. I hope to see you later too.”

Looking up at Toto with a smile, you replied “I’m sure they did. See you, Toto.” As you turned back towards your table you glanced back over your shoulder and saw Toto’s eyes were locked on you as he returned to his seat. He was undeniably hot and as much as you always abided by the golden rule, chicks before dicks, this was special circumstances.

Sitting back down with your friends, they immediately leaned in to get the lowdown.

“What did he say? He didn’t take his eyes off of you!” said Laura excitedly.

“He just wished me a happy birthday… and asked me out,” you said blushing.

“No way!” exclaimed your three friends in unison.

“You’re going to go right?” said Olivia, looking at you in concern.

“I’m not sure, I don’t want to ditch you all for a man but equally he’s hot as fuck and it would only be for an hour or so.”

“An hour or so?” said Becca, raising her eyebrows, “I doubt this, but you should go, make it a memorable birthday!”

You looked over once again at where Toto sat, he was a striking man, pushing all of his success to one side. “What the hell, I’ll message him now. What’s the worst that could happen?”

Your friends squealed with excitement in unison.

You grabbed her phone and nervously began typing your message to Toto.

It’s all good for tonight, we’re almost done eating so I’m free whenever you are.

You could see Toto excuse himself and take out his phone, shooting a grin from across the restaurant before looking down to type a response.

Sure enough, your phone buzzed.

Perfect, so are we. Shall I meet you outside in ten minutes?

You replied excitedly, still not believing you were texting Toto Wolff of all people. 

Sounds like a plan.

——

You were nervous but excited as you saw Toto and his associates pay their bill and head off, Toto shooting you a wink as he jostled his way out of the restaurant.

Settling their own bill, your group were close behind and as you exited the restaurant, sure enough, you saw Toto standing outside waiting, leaning casually up against a column.

Bidding your friends goodbye, you made your way towards your date for the evening. “Hi,” you said somewhat awkwardly, knowing that your friends were likely watching from where they were ordering a taxi to return them to the hotel.

“Hi,” he said, glancing down fondly, “How was your dinner?”

“So good!” you said, “How was yours?”

“It was okay, my dining companions weren’t as lovely as you but I think my evening is improving,” he said with a rakish grin.

You smiled, “You’re a charmer, Toto. Where were you thinking of heading?”

“I know a place a few streets behind, it’s not so fancy but they have an excellent selection of wine if you like it?”

Knowing that you were already a little tipsy, you were grateful that he’d suggested wine, “Sounds good to me, lead the way, Mr Wolff!”

Toto whipped his head around, “I never told you my surname.”

Feeling you’d made a huge error of judgement, you stuttered, Toto’s dark eyes intimidating you before you decided the best course of action was to fess up, “Well it took me a moment but I recognised you. Guilty as charged.”

Musing quietly, Toto’s expression softened, “So you know a little about me, tell me about yourself.”

As you made your way around the twisting streets towards the bar, you filled Toto in on your background, your blossoming career and your plans for the big birthday weekend. He was an engaged listener, asking you questions and interjecting with his own anecdotes. Certainly surprising for a man of his stature.

Soon enough you arrived at your destination, Toto taking the lead and speaking with the Maitre D’ who promptly led you to a secluded table towards the back of the bar.

Settling down on the chair opposite Toto, you were suddenly much more nervous. 

“You look nervous,” Toto said, his eyes softening.

“Well, this is not how I thought my evening was going to pan out. The ruse is up in that I recognised you so I may as well tell you that we came to Monaco because I love Formula One.” you blushed furiously as your words tangled into one.

“Relax, so you know about Formula One?” he said, reaching across the table, taking your hand in his and tracing small circles with his thumb on the back of your hand.

“Well, probably not as much as you.” you laughed, breaking the tension and gazing into his eyes.

“You’d be surprised,” said Toto shrugging with a smirk. “I just got lucky.”

——

As the evening went on, you discussed everything under the sun, the wine helping you feel less awkward and forget who you were talking to. Toto was funnier than you expected and you spent half the evening giggling at his stupid remarks. He’d regaled you with stories of his travel adventures, driving mishaps and various other anecdotes, whilst you’d filled him in with tales of your own travels and some embarrassing childhood moments. You’d even bonded over your love of all things with an engine. Time had flown by and you didn’t want the evening to end.

“Ahem.” Your conversation was suddenly interrupted by a waiter, “Monsieur, Madame, I am sorry to say that we are closing in ten minutes. Can I take one last order?”

Knowing that you were well beyond tipsy, you shook your head, looking at Toto to check if he was in agreement. Looking somewhat bleary-eyed himself he shook his head as well, “Just the bill please.”

Soon enough the cheque had been settled and you found yourself once again wandering the moonlit streets of Monaco with Toto, this time your hand firmly encased in his.

“Where do you need to go?” Toto asked kindly, “I can drop you back.”

“I’m staying at the Fairmont,” you replied.

“It’s not so far, are you happy to walk?” he asked, squeezing your hand.

“Sure, it’s just up there,” you replied gesturing at the bend in the road where the hotel was perched, “As long as you can get home okay?”

“I’ll be fine,” said Toto, a dark look in his eye. “Remind me, when do you leave again?”

“Sunday afternoon,” you said sadly, wishing you were staying for longer.

“Well, you’ll have to come back next year for the Grand Prix,” he said, a twinkle in his eye.

“Maybe if I rob a bank!” you said with a chuckle, “One day.”

“I don’t like to boast, but I might know someone who can get you in without having to resort to organised crime,” he said, laughing with a deep rumble.

“Oh really?” you said, turning to face Toto in the inky moonlight, “Is he nice?”

“Very,” said Toto, dropping your hand and placing his hands on either side of your waist, swaying slightly in his merry state.

Laughing, you stretched up to look Toto in the eye, “I’ll have to meet this guy, he sounds great.”

At that your lips met, Toto bending down to plant a soft kiss on your lips, the height difference making it slightly a challenge but one that neither of you seemed bothered by. As the kiss deepened, Toto began to run his hands down towards your perfectly rounded ass, squeezing gently as he found your curves.

Breaking apart for air, you glanced around, luckily there was no one in the empty street but you didn’t want to risk being caught making out in the street with a famous face and it being splashed across the tacky tabloids.

“Do you fancy a nightcap at mine?” you asked, looking up at Toto through your fluffy long lashes. As a rule, you never normally brought men back on a girls' trip but you decided tonight was a special circumstance. 

Toto’s eyes lit up, “Well, I have heard the view is nice.”

You laughed, grabbing Toto’s hand once again and leading him towards the corner entrance to your hotel. As you crossed the lobby you had a sudden panic that Olivia was in your room, and as you made it into the elevator, sent a frantic text knowing your friends would still be awake, waiting for the post-date debrief.

Red alert, I’m bringing him back, please can you vacate?

Sure enough, the replies came back instantaneously.

Oh la la of course birthday girl! 

Get it girl! 

Knew it!!!!!

Smiling as Toto rested his hand on the small of your back in the elevator, you looked up at him before he once again swooped down to catch your lips with his.

The elevator dinged before things could get too heated but it didn’t stop Toto wrapping his arm tightly around your waist as the pair of you stumbled towards your room.

“Here we are,” you said, scrambling to find your keycard in your bag before popping open the door to unveil your impressive suite. Thankfully your friends must have tidied as the detritus from getting ready for the evening was nowhere to be seen.

“Nice,” said Toto before bending down once again to continue kissing you, turning you around to face him as you closed the door. Pressing you against the wall with his leg, he continued to deepen the kiss, his hands starting to explore more of your body.

“As soon as I saw you I knew I had to have you,” he said, his lips resting against your ear, his deep Austrian accent rumbling.

You gulped, you never would have thought it but his voice roused something deep within. Your lips stretching up and finding the crevice of his neck, you replied in a low voice, “Then have me.”

Toto needed no invitation, scooping you up into his arms, he carried you over to the bed, throwing you down before leaning over and continuing to kiss you, his strong arms either side, pinning you down.

Emboldened by his eagerness, you wrapped your legs around his thick torso, pushing yourself against him, not surprised to find a growing bulge. As he ground his hips into yours, he started to explore your curves with his large hands, ghosting your breasts and waist and reaching around to caress your ass once again.

Reaching up, you started to unbutton Toto’s shirt, exposing a surprisingly muscular frame. Impatient, he leaned up and divested himself of the shirt as well as the rest of his clothes, leaving him in nothing but boxers. You couldn’t help but smile at the view that greeted you as he once again lunged down to kiss you, this time, his hands making quick work of pulling your dress off, leaving you exposed in nothing but lingerie and heels.

“You are ridiculous,” he said, his eyes hungry with desire, gazing into your eyes and gently kissing your neck.

“I could say the same about you,” you replied breathily, your back arching in pleasure as Toto kissed his way along your neck and across your collarbone.

Melting into each other’s arms, you began to grind back against his now prominent hardness, feeling yourself getting more turned on by the second.

“Toto?” you asked, gasping for air, “Will you fuck me?”

Toto’s eyes lit up, “I thought you’d never ask.”

Smiling at each other, Toto reached down to unhook your bra, releasing your pert breasts, “Fuck,” he said, lifting his head to marvel at them, “Even better than I imagined.”

You blushed at his words, not used to such attention. Growing impatient you ghosted your hands down Toto’s abs, hooking your fingers into the waistband of his boxers.

“You’re an impatient little thing aren’t you?” he said, leaning back suddenly and hooking his arms underneath your legs, gripping your thighs and bringing you closer. “I want to taste you first.”

Gulping you leant back, allowing Toto to bring his mouth to where you needed it most. As his tongue lapped gently, he brought his hand along and began to stroke your clit, slowly but sensually.

It wasn’t long before you were writhing in pleasure, tugging Toto’s dark locks as he pumped a finger in and out, continuing to expertly lick.

“Toto, I want you in me,” you said, seeing stars as you were so close.

Pausing his ministrations, Toto was more than happy to oblige, kissing his way back up your torso as he replied, “I want to do everything with you.”

At that, you melted, the evening had turned into one that was beyond your wildest dreams. As Toto swiftly undressed you both, you gazed into his intense chocolate eyes as he slipped on a condom and began to line himself up, unsurprisingly intimidatingly big.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle,” he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he pushed in, slowly but surely. Gasping, you shifted to adjust to his size. True to his word, he took it easy and entered tantalisingly slowly, an inch at a time.

“Fuck, Toto.” you said breathily, “You’re so big.”

Smiling, he pulled back out before pushing in once more, “Tell me if it’s too much.”

“Not at all, it feels good,” you said, feeling pleasantly stretched in places you’d never felt before.

“Good,” he said with a grin as he began to thrust in and out lazily, continuing to kiss you.

It wasn’t long before you were a tangled mess of arms and legs, both nearing completion. “Fuck, Toto, I am so close,” you said, your eyes rolling back in pleasure.

“Close isn’t good enough,” said Toto, smirking as he reached down and found your clit once again, his thumb circling gently as he continued to push in and out, speeding up.

“That feels so go…” you couldn’t even finish your sentence as Toto hit the sweet spot with expert precision. 

“Fu…” was all Toto managed as he thrust in and out a few more times, chasing his own high before collapsing on top of you, his body heavy.

“Ooff,” you said, crushed by the weight of the muscular man on top of you.

“Sorry,” he said sheepishly, flashing a shy grin as he rolled off to lie beside you.

“Well… that was not how I expected my birthday to turn out,” you said, feeling like you were in a dream.

Toto laughed, stretching a strong arm across your stomach to pull you in for a cuddle. “There’s still a few hours of your birthday left.”

Your eyes widened once more. This was certainly a birthday to remember.

[laurafufuxoxo]

Vampire Masquerade: Swansong Sims Part 1

I recently played this game and decided to turn its characters into sims. Meet Leysha, Emem, and Galeb! Hope you like them!

❤️ A BIG thank you to all CC/MOD/POSE creators! ❤️

Find them on the Gallery: LauraFufuxox Will post other CC parts in other posts soon.

Poses used by @katverse Pose Pack 43 , 32 , 28

Blender Scene used by @vscenes

Emem CC

Skin A, Eyes #3, Cleavage Mask N3 by @northernsiberiawinds

Nostrils Details, Eyebags N7, Contour by @obscurus-sims

Hair by @daylifesims Eyebrows by @pralinesims

Eyeliner by @goppolsme Spotlight V2 by @simandy

Misc. Face Details by @okruee Chain Belts MERGED by @trillyke

Necklace by dian @ TSR Moomoo Blush by @squea

Tights by @helgatisha

Flare Face Sparkle (MM) by @thepeachyfaerie

Noseshade by @faaeish Skin by @lamatisse

Face Contour by @ladysimmer94

Lipgloss Shine, Eyeshadow by @cosimetic

Lipstick by @julhaos

Minidress by @rustys-cc

Platform Scandals 09 by @jius-sims

Teeth by @magic-bot-cc

Eyelashes by @plumbobjuice (you will need Kijiko-sims Original Eyelashes V2)

Nails by @ceeproductions

Presets & Sliders

They're all the same except for a few, so I'll only list the different presets under Leysha & Galebs' names.

Emem: Nose Preset by @simbience Head Shape Preset by @northernsiberiawinds Eye Preset 04 by @evoxyr Hat Control Slider by ICONIC @ Patreon Eyebrow, Nose Slider, Boobs Slider by @magic-bot-cc Ear Presets, Hipshape Slider by @luumia Chin Slider, Body Preset by @miikocc Shoulder Sliders by @ice-creamforbreakfast (I can't find the one I'm looking for so hopefully I've found them separated? [obscurus face sliders + Bloodmoon FH Height_Fixed]) Eyebrow Slider by @obscurus-sims Forehead Height Slider by @bloodmooncc Enhanced Leg Sliders, Enhanced Butt Sliders by CmarNYC @ MTS Lips Preset by @eunosims Cheekbone Slider by @pirumxsim Jaw Slider by @dumbabysims Eye Scale Slider by @teanmoon

Leysha: Nose Preset N4, Body Preset N3 by @thepeachyfaerie Lips Preset by @obscurus-sims

Galeb: Male Lips Preset, Nose Preset N14 by @northernsiberiawinds Preset Body Remover by @golyhawhaw Body Preset by @obscurus-sims Default Male Feet by @magic-bot-cc

[inkofamethyst]

October 12, 2024

Was overthinking the choice of image I wanted to use to represent my dnd character. Because like,,,,,, hhhhhh. This is all in my head (not in the bad-spirally-depressive way but just in the overthinking-drawing-connections-being-overly-mindful) I know, I know, but like. I wanted my character's image to be a black woman but without eurocentric features (ex. straight/wavy hair) or exoticized clothing and it needed to still fit the race and class (and personality/background!). I think that after searching for literally over two weeks off-and-on I've found a really cool image that fits a decent amount of my criteria, but it was not easy by any means.

And I say that this is overthinking because, especially in majority white spaces/activities, I sometimes feel the.. politics? of what it can mean to be the only or one of few poc black people in a space. And so it's not even that I try to go out of my way to overly-compensate and Be The Representation or whatever,, but I do find myself often considering how my engagement in the space could inform how others view other black people. I don't want it to seem like I'm putting this huge pressure on myself whenever I'm anywhere, it's just that I try to be mindful of the choices I make. And I don't always get it right, but I try to learn.

For instance. I will never criticize an HBCU in mixed company. That would be a bad look!! So in the context of dnd, I wanted an image that would put a black person in the aesthetic in a respectful way that would seem non-intrusive, since fantasy has a history of being an all-white aesthetic (at least among the heroes :/ ). So I wanted to be purposeful about my selection. It just took SO LONG. But pinterest came through as she so often does.

Essentially. TL;DR. I don't want to ever give anyone the impression that I am a "safe space" for anti-blackness. But I also don't want to have a "that's not okay" conversation and ruin a moment. So I consciously use subtle signals to prevent that.

I've been using the Saie illuminator as an imperfect dupe for the discontinued glamglow glowstarter and while I do need to find an actual moisturizer to mix it with I highkey love how it gives me that little extra shimmer in the morning without looking greasy or anything. The little sparkles also stay on my hands throughout the day :) little things, little things.

Tried learning the Beyonce Diva dancebreak combined tiktok choreo that's been making the rounds and it went just about as well as I'd expected :/ My photo-friend says I'm not believing in myself enough and he's absolutely correct. I just can't dance T.T And yet. I keep trying. Hhhhhhhh I should get back into a beginner class. I'd love to learn partner dancing. I'm far more likely to attend a ball than go to a club tbf.

Today I'm thankful that.. that all my rec letters are submitted and that I will have completed my fellowship app by this time next week. Actually I'd like to have it in by thursday tbh. It's close!!! Also thankful that the midterm I had this week was literally fine [edit, weeks later: I actually did so well hehe].

Two weeks to bar crawl. Might've gotten fabric for it today. Not the perfect blue, but tbh? Not overly pressed. This is halloween, not cosplay. Hope I got enough (preeeeetty sure I did). Will check one other fabric store to see if they have a better option. If so I'll use what I got today to test the construction of Wanda's minidress (I think I found fabric to use for the black but the store didn't? have? a red? knit??? bizarre.). Redesigned and completed the crochet bracers. Will only wear them if it's cold ofc. Need to think about hidden pockets. Maybe in the white sash/belt? Trickier for Wanda. Hm.

Notes to self: at least hold something in your hand at a party, you look like a doofus without anything. also when people are going out after a pregame, look the part like you're going out with them even if you aren't. you have the body; show a little skin. prude.

[bishop-percival]

@stuckinuniformdevelopment

(prev) Damn. Teddy had been hoping to make Autumn feel foolish for sending him. Oh well. When Mike told him that they should go Teddy nodded and speedwalked to the sanctuary.

Mike didn’t speed off with Teddy, but rather decided to stay to help Autumn finish up organizing the altars.

Much to Teddy’s misfortune. Because now there wasn’t anyone dissuading the two other acolytes who were invited from sauntering down to the row of pews behind him to be a nuisance. 

Sam, who was wearing a t-shirt with a tuxedo design printed on it, tugged the back of Theodore’s hood. “Geez, they’ll invite anyone to these things nowadays. What’s with this getup?”

Amy, wearing a silky minidress, leaned over the pew backrest, obnoxiously close to Theodore. “WOAH. No way. Check out his glitter gloves!”

They both snickered and in unison teased “SPARKLE ON!”

[playermagic23]

Disha Patani is redefining party glamour in glitzy red co-ord set

Although there are numerous additional styles in Disha Patani's wardrobe to choose from, her bodycon minidresses are the main attraction. You can see how much she is enamoured with those stunning, little shimmery numbers by taking a close look at her Instagram. We find ourselves fascinated by the stylish choices made by celebrities, and we have no complaints whatsoever. She made sure to turn heads with her most recent appearance, which included some glitz and flair. Pretty dresses with lots of sparkle are the epitome of glam, and she has us all at her fashion bay once more with her shimmer co-ord set.

Disha Patani's closet holds a special spot for glitz, glam and anything shiny. The actress has stunned us with a series of amazing photos and her natural attractiveness. She chose a crimson, glittering co-ord set by Poster Girl, a London-based label. Thick belt straps that stretched to form a crisscross pattern on the back held the top's plunging cowl neckline together. It was worn with a thigh-slit skirt that matched. The glitter element was ticked with silver heels. Disha looked amazing as always, matching the clothing. Her dewy look included glossy lips, drawn-in brows, and winged-out eyes. The lavish mermaid hair looked amazing.

Meanwhile, on the work front, Disha was last seen in Ek Villain Returns. The thriller was directed by Mohit Suri. She is currently working on Kalki 2898 AD, starring Prabhas and Deepika Padukone. It is directed by Nag Ashwin of Mahanati fame. She will also be seen in the Sidharth Malhotra-led Yoddha. The film is directed by Sagar Ambre and Pushkar Ojha. Disha is set to make her Tamil debut with Kanguva, directed by Siruthai Siva. The biggie will be released in multiple languages.

SUMMARY OF LOOK DETAILS:

ACTRESS: Disha Patani

OUTFIT: Poster Girl

STYLIST: Leepakshi Ellawadi

[prettyfuul]

Genny Spring 1996 RTW

[lemondoddle]

[ID. digital art of a fat black fairy sitting on her knees. she's wearing a blue gingham minidress with a ruffled low straight across cut. her wings are pastel pink with subtle purple gradients. her ears are pointed and her hair is in butterfly braids with blue bows just above either ear. she smiles sweetly and purples sparkles accent the image. end ID.]

third fairy in my fairy series 🥹🎀🩵

[ronaldanthony4]

I sat at my desk, the gentle hum of my computer filling the quiet room as I stared at the completed piece on my screen. Once again, I’d created another digital artwork, pouring countless hours and my heart into something that meant so much to me. This time, it was a fan art of Princess Bloom from one of my all-time favourite cartoons, Winx Club. A wave of satisfaction washed over me, mixed with the familiar post-creation jitters that came from the combination of excitement and slight apprehension about whether others would see what I did.

Bloom wasn’t just any character. She was the Fairy of the Dragon Flame, a being of unmatched power and a symbol of resilience, leadership, and growth. Over the years, watching Winx Club, I’d connected deeply with her journey, seeing her transformation from an insecure young girl into a fierce and determined leader. As I zoomed in to look at the finer details of my artwork, I admired the way her red-orange hair cascaded down to her waist, flowing like molten fire, a small single strand rebelliously sticking up as if to remind everyone of her fiery spirit.

Her large, cyan eyes seemed to sparkle with hope and determination, even on my screen. Those eyes had witnessed so much in the series – battles, heartbreaks, victories, and moments of deep introspection. They were eyes that carried stories, ones that I had spent countless hours watching unfold. I had chosen to capture her in an outfit that I felt symbolised her grace and confidence: her formal dance minidress. The way the fabric hugged her curves, accentuating her slender figure, only added to the aura of elegance she exuded. It was as if she was ready to take on any challenge that came her way with poise and grace.

The outfit had taken me a long while to perfect, ensuring every fold, colour, and detail was just right. The dress was made up of a turquoise one-shoulder top with a bold pink flower resting gracefully on the left side. The fabric curved around her torso, tied together with a delicate ring at her side that exposed part of her belly and navel. It gave the dress an airy, carefree look as if Bloom was dancing through life, unafraid to embrace the winds of change. The miniskirt beneath it had two layers – the top one dark green and the bottom a soft turquoise, adding dimension and movement to the outfit. I spent extra time highlighting the way the fabric would catch the light, imagining how it would sway as she spun and twirled in Alfea’s grand ballroom.

Her sandals, high and elegant, were a turquoise shade that matched the dress perfectly. They had delicate straps and little bows that hinted at Bloom's playful side, even when she was dressed formally. As I looked at the completed piece, I could almost picture her standing on the glistening marble floors of Alfea College, where she had spent so much of her formative years learning to hone her magic and grow into the incredible fairy she became. The dress was a symbol of her growth and transformation, a reminder of the powerful fairy she had become. It was a testament to her strength, beauty, and resilience in the face of adversity.

Thinking back to the series, I recalled Bloom’s early days. She had started as an ordinary girl from Gardenia, unaware of her true origins. I had always admired the way the show handled her journey – how she stumbled and fell, how she questioned herself, but always picked herself up. Bloom’s journey resonated with me, and I suspect with many others because it wasn’t perfect. She had her flaws – impatience, stubbornness, and an impulsive nature that often landed her in sticky situations. I thought of the time when she mistakenly attacked Diaspro, believing her to be one of the Trix in disguise. The embarrassment and regret she felt afterwards were palpable, showing that even powerful fairies like Bloom could be wrong.

But her greatest strength was also her greatest challenge: the Dragon Flame. This power made her the most formidable fairy in the Magic Dimension but also painted a target on her back. Enemies like the Trix, Darkar, Valtor, and the Ancestral Witches were relentless, driven by their thirst for her power. I admired how, despite this, Bloom refused to let fear dictate her actions. She fought not just for herself but for those she loved – her friends, her family, her kingdom.

I tilted my head, looking at the completed image, imagining Bloom’s story in vivid detail. Her character arc was one of perseverance. Yes, she had been impulsive at times, letting her emotions get the best of her. But as the series progressed, she learned from her mistakes. I reflected on how she started desperately seeking answers about her past, a search that sometimes made her appear selfish or overly focused on her own needs. Yet, as she discovered more about herself and her powers, she matured.

In my artwork, I tried to capture this duality – the fierce warrior and the caring friend. The Bloom who was unafraid to stand up to the darkest of evils and the Bloom who laughed and danced with her friends during their downtime at Alfea. I thought about the later seasons of Winx Club, especially World of Winx, where Bloom had grown into a wise, strategic leader. She was still kind-hearted, but there was a new depth to her – a seriousness that came with the responsibilities she had taken on.

Creating art like this always brought me into a reflective state. I wasn’t just drawing Bloom; I was recounting her journey, revisiting moments that had made me smile or brought tears to my eyes. I thought of the friends who stood by her side – Stella, Flora, Musa, Tecna, and Aisha. Each one brought something unique to their dynamic, and Bloom, as their leader, always made sure they were united. She wasn’t perfect, and she didn’t pretend to be. But she cared deeply, fought fiercely, and loved with her whole heart.

The soft glow of the screen reflected in my own eyes as I leaned back, satisfied with my work. The background I’d chosen was soft and ethereal, a wash of purples and blues with tiny sparkles, like the magical skies of Magix. It framed Bloom perfectly, making her appear as though she was about to step out of the digital world and into reality. As I hit save on the final edits, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in capturing Bloom's essence so perfectly. The image was a tribute to her strength, vulnerability, and unwavering dedication to her friends.

I thought about her moments of weakness – the times she doubted herself or felt lost. When she discovered that her real parents, King Oritel and Queen Marion of Domino, were alive, it had been an emotional turning point. I recalled the tears she shed, the disbelief that washed over her, and the joy that came with finally being able to fill the void she had felt for so long. It was stories like these that made Bloom so much more than just a character; she was a symbol of hope and perseverance.

With a final glance at the artwork, I smiled. To me, Bloom was more than the central protagonist of Winx Club; she was a reminder that strength isn’t just about power. It’s about heart, resilience, and learning from the past. Bloom had shown me that it’s okay to be unsure, to make mistakes, and to fall – as long as you get back up and keep moving forward. Creating this piece was my tribute to her journey and all the lessons she had imparted.

As I saved the final file, a sense of completion settled over me. Art had always been a way for me to express my love for the stories and characters that shaped my imagination. Bloom was a part of that tapestry, a beacon in my creative world. With her bright smile and fierce spirit captured on my screen, I knew I had done her justice. The process of creating this piece reminded me of the resilience and strength that Bloom embodies, inspiring me to face my challenges with determination. As I reflected on the finished artwork, I felt a sense of pride in honouring her journey and the impact she has had on my creative endeavours.

[stuckinuniformdevelopment]

@bishop-percival

(Previous) Mike didn’t speed off with Teddy, but rather decided to stay to help Autumn finish up organizing the altars. Much to Teddy’s misfortune. Because now there wasn’t anyone dissuading the two other acolytes who were invited from sauntering down to the row of pews behind him to be a nuisance. Sam, who was wearing a t-shirt with a tuxedo design printed on it, tugged the back of Theodore’s hood. “Geez, they’ll invite anyone to these things nowadays. What’s with this getup?” Amy, wearing a silky minidress, leaned over the pew backrest, obnoxiously close to Theodore. “WOAH. No way. Check out his glitter gloves!” They both snickered and in unison teased “SPARKLE ON!”

Damn. With how close it was to time Theodore had assumed that Mike and Autumn would be right behind him. Yet he forgot that being punctual wasn’t a trait the Glornch valued.

When he felt his hood get tugged he initially ignored it. Twiddle Dee and Twiddle Dum’s talk about his outfit, however, made him turn to see what they prepared.

...Wow. Theodore flatly looked Sam and Amy down. Then he focused on Sam’s ridiculous tuxedo shirt while he pressed his fist to his mouth and snickered. Obviously there was no need to justify their taunting with a response.

Now that his need for vindication had been satisfied he judgementally rolled his eye and faced the front again.

[hollow-keys]

ID: A digital drawing of Zatanna looking forward, posed with her left hand down, hips to the side and right hand waving a sparkling wand. She is a tan woman with blue eyes and shoulder length black hair wearing a very short black top hat with a red ribbon and white concentric circles on the flat top, white earrings, a white turtleneck shirt that has long flare sleeves with thick red bands of colour at the ends under a black minidress with one set of big white concentric asymmetrical circles covering most of it, red leggings and white mid calf boots.

Mod Zatanna!