#that green top and a skirt look so good and it's a free outfit!!

[save-the-sky]

I knew s3 outfits won't disappoint! they are just so 😍

[awaywith-thefaeries]

HANGMAN’S A WHAT NOW!? | j.seresin

pairing: jake "hangman" seresin x wife!reader

summary: after the uranium mission, the dagger squad is assigned more permanently to the San Diego base, so Jake and his wife make plans to move their little family out to SoCal. The rest of the dagger squad is quite surprised to find out that Hangman even has a wife, when she joins them for a beach day, with some little surprises in tow.

warnings: pure, tooth-rotting fluff, Jake being a girl dad

a/n: this is just a little piece I came up with a 4 a.m. last night. reblogs are greatly appreciated. feel free to send in requests for any of the characters on my page, my requests are open!

word count: 2k

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“Mama, are we almost there yet?”

You smiled softly at your daughter, cuddling as close to her sister as the seatbelt in the back of the car will allow her.

“Almost, Liv,” you say gently.

“Okay then, Mama,” your daughter sighs, her head falling onto her sister's, where she is snoozing on Olive’s shoulder.

You smile at your twin girls, who had been so good for you while you drove from your old home in rural Texas, to join their father in San Diego, where he has been more permanently stationed after the success of the last mission he had been called back to Top Gun for. The girls adored their father and it has been a hard couple of months without him, for all three of you. You know it has been hard on Jake too. He acted happy for the girls on their frequent FaceTime sessions, but you’ve known Jake too long to not catch the sadness in his eyes as he read them a bedtime story and watched them fall asleep without being able to tuck them into their blankets, smooth their hair back from their faces and kiss them goodnight.

Which is why you had packed up the girls, and all your essentials three days before schedule, so you could finally reunite with your beloved husband. You have been in contact with the only one of your husband's fellow pilots you’ve met, his friend Javy (or Coyote to his team), who let you know that the whole squad was having a beach day today, which is where you are headed now.

You look around at the houses on either side of the street as you follow the GPS to the location Coyote sent you, somewhere called The Hard Deck. He had texted you that you could park your van in the lot, and then go through the bar (which isn’t open this early in the afternoon, he assured you) to get to the beach on the other side.

Passing under a row of palm trees, you pull into the parking lot of the small beachside bar you have heard so much about from your husband and turn into the open spot in between Jake’s truck and a shiny Bronco.

Putting your keys in your bag, you open your door and climb out, brushing your long skirt out as you make your way around the front of the car to open the door your girls are sleeping next too.

Opening it gently, you brush you fingers through Charlotte’s dark blonde hair, so similar to her daddy’s.

“Lottie, baby, it’s time to wake up, we’re here,” you whisper to her. She stirs a little, blinking bleary green eyes up at you as a tiny hand comes up to rub her face. The arm movement jostles Olive, who picks her head up and yawns.

“Come on, my loves, can you undo your seatbelts and stand next to Mama, so I can make sure you look so pretty to see Daddy again?”

With that question, the identical faces of the best gifts Jake has ever given you light up, as if remembering where they are and why they had been driving in the car for two days.

Within seconds, your twins are standing side by side, bobbing up and down on their toes in excitement as you check that their adorable little matching outfits have not been wrinkled too much by the car ride. Once you re-tie Charlotte’s hair bow, which had come undone in the car, you take each of your daughters hands in each of yours and lead them into the empty bar.

Passing through the doors that lead onto the sand, your girls gape at the sight of the ocean sparkling in the late afternoon sun.

“Mama,” Olive says, mouth hanging open, “it’s so big.”

“Yeah, baby, it goes on for miles and miles.”

“Mama, mama, mama, look!” Charlotte bounces in place next to you and squeezes the hand she’s holding onto. “I can see Daddy!”

You turn to look where she’s pointing and sure enough, a tiny ways down the beach, you spot your husband, throwing around a ball with another man in board shorts. The man throws his head back and laughs at something Jake says.

“Mama, can we go! Can we do the surprise now, please?” Olive asks, so sweetly that your heart melts a little bit as you nod at your daughter.

“Go knock him over with the biggest hug ever, girls!” You say as you start walking again, releasing their hands so that they can run ahead.

✯✯✯✯

“Nice try, Bradshaw,” Jake yells to his friend as Rooster throws a particularly hard ball, causing Jake to have to side step to catch it.

“One day man,” Rooster grins, “one day, I’ll get you.”

Jake is just about to come up with a witty retort when he hears something he thought he wasn’t going to hear for another couple of days.

“Daddy!”

“Daddy!”

Two little voices he knows better than anything. Jake whips around in disbelief, forgetting Rooster and the game of catch in an instant as he spots his little girls running towards him, dressed adorably in little matching outfits.

Jake takes a few steps towards his girls and then drops into the sand just in time for them to come crashing into him, arms going round his neck and bodies thumping into him with such force, he goes sprawling back in the sand with his babies on top of him. He holds them there for a few moments, relishing in the feeling of them in his arms again, their puffs of laughter tickling his neck.

After a few moments, he sits up effortlessly, still holding onto the two five year olds and sets them onto their feet. Pulling out of the hug just far enough to look at their faces, Jake’s right hand comes up to stroke Olive’s hair out of her eyes while his left stays firmly around Charlotte’s waist.

“What are you doing here, you two?”

“We come early, Daddy!” Olive says, her little hand coming up to touch Jake’s cheek.

“Mama said we should surprise you!” Charlotte says, her voice muffled from where she’s pressed her face into her father’s neck.

“Did she now?” Jake asks playfully, looking up just as a pair of legs he knows very well stop in front of him. He lets his eyes trail upwards until they meet yours and he swears, he doesn’t think there will ever be a time where he isn’t affected by that beautiful smile.

“Hi Darlin,” he grins, letting go of his babies for only a moment to get to his feet before putting his hands on their heads as they wrap themselves around a leg each.

“Hey Handsome,” you smirk back, and Jake can’t help but close the tiny distance between you to press a kiss to your lips.

He feels so content in this moment, all three of his girls are finally with him after too long (in his opinion) apart, that it’s a bit jarring when Rooster’s voice breaks through his little bubble of happiness.

“I’m sorry, what the fu….rick is going on here?”

Jake laughs against your lips before pressing one last final kiss to them before pulling away and turning to see the rest of his team, save Coyote, gaping at him.

“What does it look like, Bradshaw,” Jake smirks, as Rooster rubs his ribs where Phoenix evidently elbowed him to keep him from cursing in front of the two little girls still hanging onto their father.

“It looks,” Phoenix jumps in, trying to sound mad, but failing because of the shit eating grin on her face, “like you’ve been keeping secrets, Bagman.”

You’re intoxicating laugh has Jake turing back to you, a betrayed look in his eyes, an over exaggerated pout on his lips.

“Baby?” He whines, purposefully making his bottom lip jut out and quiver slightly. You laugh again, leaning forward to kiss away his frown.

“Oh hush…..now, is your Daddy going to introduce us to the squad, or are we gonna have to report back to Grandma Seresin about his manners,” you say cheekily, leaning down to address the last part of your question to the twins. They both giggle and pull on Jake’s hands, while he stares down at his little family.

“Alright, no need to involve my mama,” he says, grinning, “who wants a ride over?”

Both of his daughters look up at him with matching grins, before Olive reaches up and starts shouting, “Sandwich, sandwich!”

“Oh alright!” Jake sighs dramatically, before taking her hands in both of his and swinging her up onto his back. Once he’s sure her little legs are locked around his waist tight enough that she won’t fall, he reaches down for Charlotte, and lifts her up to carry her on his chest.

With his daughters hanging off him like Koalas, and your hand in one of his, he leads you over to the little congregation of towels the gang had set up earlier that day.

Bob, Phoenix, Rooster, and Fanboy all rise to their feet from where they had been lounging, as Jake approaches with his family. Only Coyote remains on his towel, a fact which makes Jake smirk.

“Everyone, these are my girls,” Jake says, angling his body so that Olive is slightly visible, and Charlotte can see from where her head is back in his neck.

There’s a chorus of heys from the group and Jake feels one of Olive’s hands leave his neck, reaching up to wave at the pilots.

“This is my wife, Y/N Seresin, and these two beauties…..Can you say hi, and introduce yourself, sugar?” Jake asks Olive, bouncing a little so that she holds onto his neck again. She giggles lightly and Jake feels her nod against his shoulder.

“I’m Liv,” she says, “it’s very nice to meet you!”

She mispronounces her v’s slightly, but her greeting is so endearing that Jake witnesses all the pilots melt in front of him.

“And what about you, baby?” Jake asks Charlotte, angling his head so that he can see her face. She shakes her head slightly, her eyes so wide and innocent in her face.

“Are you sure, darlin?” Jake asks. His shy daughter just shakes her head, and turns her face, so that her face is hidden completely in her father’s neck.

“Okay….,” Jake murmurs to her, running his hand up and down her back in circles and turns to his group of pilots.

“This little one is Lottie,” he says.

“Coyote,” you say, taking the focus of the group off of your shy daughter as you call your friend, “are you gonna stay over there, or are you actually going to get up and and come say hello?”

“Ya know, I think I’m good where I am,” Coyote laughs from his seat, grinning.

“Uncle Javy!?” Olive asks, wriggling around in excitement.

“Yeah Livie!” Coyote grins, finally getting up from the ground and making his way over.

“Daddy, down please!” Olive chirps and Jake obligingly bends until his daughter can hop off his back.

The minute Olive is on the ground, she takes off running towards Coyote, and he leans down as she gets to him, and lifts her up, swinging her around in the air as her laughter explodes from her. After she's been swung around a few times, Coyote p uts her back in the sand and pulls you into a side hug.

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As the family reunites with each other, and some of the pilots go and begin chatting with Jake and his wife, Phoenix sidles up to Rooster and elbows him again.

"You good, Roos?"

The pilot turns his head to look at her, and she bursts out laughing.

"Oh come on, Bradley, is it really that shocking that Jake has a life outside of the navy?"

"Kind of!"

Phoenix goes to elbow her friend again, but he's ready this time, dodging out of the way as she goes for his ribs, the two pilots laughing as they join the rest of the group getting to know their newest members.

a/n: thank you so much for reading! Let me know what you think!

[aestheticsstyleguide]

With these ±50 items you can create countless (or around 120.960) of 2014 Tumblr Soft Grunge outfits!

Tops:

- Simple black and white tops in different shapes, like the American Apparel ones pictured. A simple black and white t-shirt is also always good to have.

- Tops with a design. Especially horizontal black and white stripes and grids are a need!

- Band merch! Arctic Monkeys is the most popular one, but e.g. The 1975, The Neighbourhood and Nirvana are also good!

- The alien shirt! I think everyone remembers this one, the OG is from Brandy Melville, but there are a lot of remakes.

- A top with a Japanese word, I found these on Pinterest, but you can find a word that you like :)

- Flannels. Go for a dark colour like grey, green or red. Wear it as usual or around the waist.

- A jean jacket, usually a little baggy. Vintage Levi's are a good option, but any brand works.

Sets:

- Another popular outfit is the Lulu set from American Apparel, this one was available in several designs, but for the soft grunge look we're looking for the black and white versions. Like the ones pictured.

Bottoms:

- Pleated tennis skirts! Specifically from American Apparel, the black and white ones are a must! One with a plaid print is also good to have, especially when the rest of the outfit is a bit plain and you want that little extra.

- Jean shorts, preferably a bit baggy. Washed out denim, grey tints and black are great options.

- Jeans! I'll make a separate list here.

Jeans:

- 2 pairs of blue denim baggy jeans (preferably a bit of a lighter shade). 1 ripped and 1 not.

- 2 pairs of black baggy jeans. Again, 1 ripped and 1 not.

- 1 pair of black skinny jeans.

Shoes:

Shoes are usually black, but white is also seen.

- Chunky heels, like the ones from UNIF.

- Platform sneakers, Buffalo is a good brand for that.

- A pair of black Dr. Martens. High ones are the most versatile in my opinion, but the low ones are cute too.

- Black High Top Converse All-Stars are a must. Checkered ones are nice as well.

- And so are the classic Checkered Vans slip ons.

- Nike Air Force 1, in black and/or white.

- Black creepers.

Accessoires:

- Fishnet tights! You can get them in different sizes :) you can also get fishnet socks

- Kneehigh socks! Get 4 different ones so you have a bit of versatility. 2 plain in black and white, 2 with stripes, so black with white stripes (like the one pictured) and white with black stripes.

- Chokers! There are many different designs but the tattoo choker is iconic! A plain black one is the other most important one. If you got those two you're free to get any choker you like! Not before that tho >:)

- Crystal necklaces, you know? THOSE ones :) in silver obvi

- A beanie for the winter. A black one with white stars or text maybe? It's up to you :)

- Black and white tote bags, specifically The American Apparel cities bag and the one with 'This Bag Contains [some illegal stuff]

This all together can be very expensive, but you probably already have some things in your closet! I suggest going to thrift stores :) also, ofc you don't have to buy these brands, you can look for cheaper look a likes :)

I hope this helped you so that you can dress like THAT Tumblr girl!

[maplleaf]

《 The Prettiest of Them All 》

Giving them a 'strange' outfit after losing a bet

(Dainsleif, Alhaitham, Shenhe)

{☆} Dainsleif: Maid Outfit

- he is... an old man

- Dain knows that certain things are romanticized nowadays, but he doesn't really get why you want to see him in a maid outfit.

- though, seeing how it's you who requested it, he couldn't help but say yes. He did lose the bet after all.

- plus the stars that seemed to have formed in your eyes from excitement rivals the stars on his cape so... can he really just deny the request?

- for the entirety of the day, which he lends to you fully to fulfill the bet, he acted like a maid that he's used to seeing back in Khaenri'ah.

- old man even promised he'll do everything you ask him to for the entire day.

- by that he meant everything.

"Dain, honey, this isn't really necessary."

Dainsleif shook his head as he stood beside you, holding a tray he found in one of your cabinets. His posture is straight, the short frilly skirt and stockings he's using doing wonders to your imagination.

"You requested a maid outfit, it would be fitting for me to act like this," he stated. Yes, you did do that, but it was to see him in a cute maid outfit; not being taken care of like fragile glass for the whole day.

The twilight sword, who picked up a dustsweeper for a weapon now, cooked you a delicious meal for breakfast this morning; now he's insisting that he do the same for lunch. It's comforting being cared for by your lover, but you barely had to lift a finger the entire day, Dainsleif even helped you wear your own clothes!

You sighed, it's still worth it seeing Dainsleif in this outfit; the frilly skirt didn't cover anything below his knees and an adorable headband he's wearing. Yet, you feel guilty for making your lover act as a maid than a lover, even if it's because of a bet.

Placing a hand on top of Dainsleif's as he placed down the tray. "You said you'll do anything as my maid, right?"

Dainsleif's starry eyes looked back at yours, feeling your thumb caressing his rough hand. "Then I request you to have lunch with me as a lover," your free hand pulled the chair not so far away so it'll be right next to you.

Dainsleif chuckled, a smile formed onto his face. He didn't mind this whole maid thing, truly. Even if the design of the maid outfit isn't something he's used to seeing, he didn't mind taking care of you for the day; it's one of the ways to show his love for you after all.

The twilight maid stood straight as he finished preparing your meal, then sat down on the chair you offered. You couldn't help but smile as you took a spoonful of the food and directing it to Dainsleif's mouth.

"Open up, love," the blonde does as he's told, tasting the food he made himself. "Good isn't it," you said, or more like stated. Dainsleif's methods of cooking are simple for the sake of ease when adventuring, yet the results are always a delight.

"It's good."

{◇} Alhaitham: Nurse Outfit

- He was... not happy with this.

- He's not into wearing different outfits for fun, choosing to wear the same style of clothes everyday. But he knows what this is.

- Humiliating, to say the least, but he's not backing down from his words; honestly, losing to you in a bet is surprisingly more shocking than wearing the fontaine-like nurse outfit.

- a nurse? You could've chose a doctor and he would be happier. The outfit didn't even looked like an actual nurse outfit, choosing the version with a tight skirt, pastel green color, and a hat with the red plus sign signifying a hospital

- he sighed and agreed on wearing it, but only for half an hour and no pictures.

"You're stranger than a hydro slime that prefer being in the desert."

"Shh, nurses don't insult their patients, 'haitham." Alhaitham scoffed as he continued reading the words on his book, "you're not even a patient."

Closing the page to go to the next one, you leaned on his broad shoulders. "I might be one if my heart gets broken by that attitude," it was a joke, clearly. Alhaitham knew you didn't mind his distant persona, you were able to be in a long-lasting relationship with him after all.

The acting grand sage is currently sitting on your lap, a book in his hand and your hand holding onto the page waiting for him to finish his reading. His legs are cross legged, the tight skirt had preferred it and he wasn't in the mood to have his legs spread out.

Alhaitham sighd as he tapped on your hand, a signal for him to go to the next page. "Why did you even want me to wear the outfit if we could do this without one?" Alhaitham asked, or more like demanded an answer to.

Your hand slowly turned to the next page before idling on the page beside the one he's reading. "You look cute with this," you complimented, "well, cuter than usual."

The last sentence came with a chuckle, one that made Alhaitham's cold heart melt into a puddle, even if his blank expression says otherwise.

Meanwhile due to the lenght of the skirt, Alhaitham felt a particularly cold wind hits his legs and almost made him shudder, perhaps it was a bad idea having your kitchen window open.

It's not uncomfortable per se, but seeing as he's so used to using long pants, his body simply doesn't feel familiar to it. Noticing the slight shake, you began to worry.

It's been getting colder slightly in Sumeru. The rain season started and the bright and warm sun had rarely hit the city nowadays, stranding the place of the usual warmth.

Not wanting Alhaitham to get another cold wind hitting him your legs starts to shift and your hand getting him off your lap. "Hold on, I'll get a jacket for you," a push on your chest made you fall back to the couch. It's strangely attractive how strong Alhaitham's arms are.

"You made me wear this ridiculous outfit yet leaving at the same time? Since when were you this rude," Alhaitham scoffed, placing your hand back to the pages and the same position as before. The acting grand master smirked at your dumbfounded and reddening face, how couldn't he?

Coughing to relief some embarassment, your hand had slightly gripped the paper stronger than before. "Right, of course. I couldn't just leave my favorite nurse alone," you tried to regain some control back.

The two of you continued on reading after that, for every page that Alhaitham finished your fingers would delicately move on to the next page.

By all mean, Alhaitham finds it strange how you feel attracted to an outfit. Though seeing as he's the only one you want to see in this oufit, he'll count it as a win of his own.

{♤} Shenhe: Bunnygirl + Blazer overlay

- "Oh, Yelan showed me this once." "what."

- Much like Dainsleif, she doesn't really get it. Though, it is her first time wearing a blazer as an overlay for the outfit, you gave it to her saying "This'll make you look cuter than ever."

- the addition of a headband with bunny ears made her slightly confused but brushed it off since you looked happy when she wore it.

- the entire day, the two of you played card games and showed Shenhe some recent Fontaine inventions.

- It was a rather relaxing day, even if she's wearing a strange bunnygirl outfit you found being sold by a travelling fashion designer. Shenhe doesn't mind and you almost melted at the cuteness of your lover.

- the only complaints she had about the outfit is that you can't place your head on top of hers due to the headband.

Your heart is close to melting into a pile of goo as Shenhe looks at you with a neutral gaze. This isn't the first time you wanted her to wear something, though usually it's matching clothes you have for eachother.

"Just one more thing," you mumbled, taking the bunny eared headband from the counter. Shenhe leaned against your hand to match your height. Backing up from your girlfriend, you gazed at her happily.

A balance between elegance and cuteness, the blazer did well making her look sophisticated. This moment just couldn't be wasted, not even a second! You started to search for something you bought another Fontaine invention.

Shenhe turned her head to look at your direction. Though the woman perked up in curiosity as she saw you held up a box whilst yelling 'got it!'

Shenhe watches as you took a device from the box, her own curiosity beating her as she read the words on it.

"A memory preserving box of wonders," Shenhe read on the side. There was an influx of Fontaine inventors coming to Liyue for the Lantern Rite festival. In that time, you had the dazzling opportunity to buy certain clothing made by their fashion designers and some inventions they sold.

"It can take and develop a picture at real time, the result would be similair to the one you usually carry around," you answered, head on her head before realizing it's an uncomfortable position and backing away. Shenhe flinches as you placed your head beside her ear instead.

"Now smile to the camera, love," you told her, a flash of light taking over both of your eyesight as the picture was slowly being developed within the machine of the kamera.

You were still behind Shenhe, waiting for the results. Though the adepti's student turned her body around to see you on an eye-to-eye level. She carefully took off the headband and placed it on your head instead.

"Shenhe, what's wrong?" you gave a nervous laugh, fearing the headband or the outfit might've made her uncomfortable. Shenhe's beautiful eyes looked back at yours with no hint of being flustered by the distance between you.

"You didn't place your head on mine because of it, I don't like it," she admits, making you confused on wether to sigh from relief or chuckle at her. The picture from the kamera slowly developed, colors emitting from the once darkened frame.

Now with your head on top of hers, both of you appreciated at the picture. Shenhe even kept it alongside the picture she has of her old home, carrying it around everyday as a reminder of you.

[wonxlvr]

Sick.|| p.sh

— Summary: You and Sunghoon had planned on going on a date outdoors. And even with the freezing temperatures, you chose to wear a short skirt and no jacket even after Sunghoon had warned you. Safe to say you had learned your lesson.

— Genre: fluff, drabble,

— Pairing: Non-idol!Sunghoon x g/n reader

— Warning: Reader is stubborn, sneezing, coughing, yk things you do then your sick, mention of blades (on skates), kisses, lmk if I missed anything

— Note: Reader is gender neutral but is wearing a skirt! Please keep that in mind

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You and Sunghoon were supposed to go to the ice skating rink for your date. The cold winter air would essentially make the rink freezing.

And even after all of Sunghoon’s warnings and pleading, you wore white leggings, white long-sleeve top, thin sweater, and a short white skirt.

“baby, please go change. At least wear a jacket! Your gonna get sick,” he pleaded.

“But I really like this outfit! I swear I wont get sick, please?” You pouted.

Sunghoon sighed and looked at you from head to toe, once again.

“Fine, hurry up,” he huffed grabbing the keys before heading to the car.

You squealed and quietly thanked him.

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Once you guys had arrived, your eyes scanned the area. Yep, definitely a skating rink.

Sunghoon sat down to put on his skates so you followed him like a shadow. Your skates were white, which contrasted from Sunghoon’s black ones. The blade of the skates shone brightly under the light, making it appear sharper than how it was.

He huffed again seeing your outfit.

“Are you sure you’re not cold? I can just give you my jacket—“, “No! Its alright, I’m fine. Really! And no offense, but that jacket doesn’t really go well with the theme Im going for..” You said, pointing at his green plaided jacket.

“Alright fine, I’ll stop asking. But you better not start whining,” he threatened.

You nodded with a smile plastered on your face, eyes gleaming with excitement.

After a while since you guys had arrived, you both have already started skating. You didn’t want to admit it, but it really was starting to get cold.

“Hurry up, your not usually this slow,” Sunghoon said, a bit harsher than he intended.

“Okay wait, in a minute,” you said trying to hold back from clattering your teeth. You held on the side railings, hoping it would support you up if you fell.

Even with your efforts, it was obvious you were freezing.

Sunghoon noticed this, “are you cold?” He asked.

“W-what? no,” you said stuttering from the chill of the air.

Sunghoon quirked an eyebrow, “stop lying, your nose and ears are so red, plus your shivering,” he pointed out.

“No! I’m not, really!” And as if on cue, you sneezed three times in a row.

Sunghoon sighed, but he knew it was coming, at one point or another.

“Do you wanna go home? I could make a warm drink or soup?” Sunghoon said tilting his head to the side.

“Sure..” you muttered.

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You laid in bed to frozen to move a muscle, when Sunghoon came in with a bowl of hot soup.

You thought he would’ve lectured you or said “I told you so”, but he didn’t.

Here he was, taking care of your stubborn self, taking care of your health, risking his own just by being near you.

He laid in bed with you, soothed you to sleep, warmed your cold body, and took care of you at your lowest.

Your so called sickness didn’t stop him from giving you ginger kisses on you bridge, nose, or lips.

And although you liked Sunghoon pampering and taking care of you, those stomach aches and headaches were not worth the trouble.

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DO NOT PLAGERIZE, COPY, OR STEAL MY WORK.

author's note !

This is my first time writing and actually PUBLISHING it so it might not be as good.. I had this idea for a while and since Sunghoon won the poll for the last post, I decided it would be fitting for him to have this plot. Who should I write for next? Feel free to request or asked to be added in the taglist !!

[gatoluva]

" Just a kiss. "

Lisa x Shrunken Mona WLW, G/T, SFW, MAFIA AU?? 3637 Words, moves a little slow at the beginning. Forgive me if this isn't my best writing. Open for requests.

It was a cold, rainy, dark evening. A day that the clouds swirled gray and the air was muggy from the rain, weather that anyone would find displeasure of- even those who claim to ‘love’ the rain. For Mona Megistus, it was also a hungry, hungry day, the mora-less girl hadn’t eaten- and the stars were not working in her favor this evening. She had low, long, dark purple-ombre pigtails, her outfit was mostly thrifted or donated to her, which was a black fluffy jacket, a black crop top, and purple denim jeans with black, platform boots. She walked the city’s empty streets, nobody was out because of the weather, but she had nowhere to go- bars didn’t want ‘homeless’ folks and she didn’t exactly have a home. All the girl wanted was something to munch on, but she probably can’t count on that happening this evening. So, she continued her walk, shuffling her tarot deck in her hands. 

That was until she passed by a shop with a blinding, neon purple sign that read ‘free samples’, she stopped in her tracks as she approached the shop’s window. It didn’t look like any food place, that was weird, but the sign next to the neon letters also read it was a new recipe that needed reviews, so maybe it was an up and coming business. New business or not, Mona was hungry and just reading the word ‘food’ had her stomach roaring, reminding her of the cavern she needed to feed. The girl pushed open the door to the store, a ringing sound immediately cued as she entered and a girl with short green hair, a purple, long-bell sleeved and ruffled skirt dress, with thigh-high black boots turned to look at her. Mona feels scrutinized by the lady, but as the door shut behind her and the bell stopped its chime, which was what properly greeted her instead of that staring lady, she decided to speak. 

“Hello there, miss,” she started and got closer to the supposed worker, “I am Mona Megistus, pleased to be here- I have an inquiry… is that sign still valid?” The moment Mona said anything about a ‘sign’ the green-haired girl looked pleased, appearing much more attentive towards the astrologist, Mona. 

“Ah! The free sample? Yes? Yes, yes, yes, a sample of our boss’s finest delicacy comes to you in a very, very short minute,” the green-haired lady spoke, patting Mona’s shoulder and quickly speeding off to a doorway with a beaded curtain- pushing through the beads making that oddly satisfying noise of beads clinking against each other, as she went to get the free sample…? The astrologist blinked, she hadn’t even gotten to respond to the strange worker before she ran off, huh, an odd-duck that lady was, and she spoke… uniquely… 

Mona looked around the shop, it was almost like a library- there were books everywhere, but the counter had cases of strange little potions, jewelry, and such. Almost like a magic shop… interesting. The green-haired lady came back out with a plastic container of a mysterious-looking baked good, if Mona wasn’t so hungry, surely she’d decline, but she hasn’t eaten for awhile and something like this would be fulfilling. “Our finest batch, just for you Miss Megistus~” The green-haired girl almost hissed Mona’s name, sounding almost snake-like, it was creepy in a way, but Mona bowed her head, “Why thank you, about time I’m shown some respect.” The purple-haired astrologist took the container, then the moment she looked up the green-haired girl was gone, Mona heard those beads clank- huh, it seems she went to the back again. 

Mona stared at the food, she didn’t have any utensil to eat this with, but whatever, it’s not like she hadn’t eaten with her hands before. She pinched out a piece of the food, forcing it onto her tongue and closed her mouth, chewing on it slowly. The texture was pleasing and the taste was impeccable- it was almost like it was custom-made to all her ideal likings. Of course, this made Mona only eat the dish quicker, it was so delicious, drool-worthy even, and soon enough the hungry astrologist scarfed down the whole meal. That was a free sample? It should be with a kazillion mora with how tasty it was, she lowered the container once she finished, rubbing her now happy and full stomach. 

Although that food was delicious, after a minute or so of consuming it- she started to feel ill… “Oh my, maybe I ate too fast…” she mumbled to herself because surely that was a logical explanation for eating the food. Mona looked around for a seat inside of the shop, oh lovely, in the corner of the store there’s a little corner couch with shelves surrounding, that should be a good spot to relax at until she feels better. The astrologist approached the couch, taking a seat with a hand on her stomach and laying the empty container on the floor. Mona starts to feel rather sleepy, normally she wouldn’t fall asleep inside of a place like this, but it was almost as if the food was laced with something to make her sleep almost immediately- before her eyes shut, the world was blurry but she did see a shadow of someone’s figure approach her, until everything went black and the astrologist fell asleep. 

Hours later, Mona felt her consciousness be regained- and could hear faint talking, until she felt a gigantic thud below her, recognizing she was laid on the ground and the thud shook her entire being! “Huuh, wha… happened…” she asks aloud, her speaking was slurred and slow, while her eyes slowly opened. The world was still blurry and she needed to regain her focus, looking around, everything seemed so tall, no, like really tall. The astrologist kept turning her head until she saw the green-haired girl by her, collapsed onto the floor, but the difference was the girl was humongous compared to Mona! The astrologist widened her eyes, quickly standing up but feeling herself get a little woozy once she stood.

“It’s alright, little one, that lady is all taken care of,” a feminine voice cooed from about a sky-scraper's height above. Mona slowly tilted her head back, looking all the way up, and realized the darkness was from being completely enveloped in a woman’s shadow, her eyes focused on the lady above, she was brunette, sort of long hair- at least a little below her shoulder, she was wearing black dress pants, black heels, a white dress shirt with a loose black tie, and a blazer over it. She wore excessive jewelry, earrings, necklaces, and bracelets. If Mona wasn’t scared of this unknown lady, she would swoon from how beautiful she was, but she knew nothing of this lady- she didn’t know if there were any cruel intentions or what. Mona backed away a few steps, her brows furrowed, and she looked almost defensive. However, she looked over at the collapsed green-haired girl, and something tells Mona that it’s that lady’s fault she’s this size, and that the brunette saved her. Oh the little astrologist felt so conflicted. 

Suddenly, the brunette girl started squatting down, gah- just what is she doing! Mona jumped back another step, squinting up at the lady. “Not much of a talker, are you?” The brunette girl asked with a head tilt, her eyes were so full, a pretty green that reminded Mona of a tsavorite crystal, but they were full of untrusting curiosity, the lady seemed mischievous which raised the astrologist’s guard. Though, Mona can’t get away with silence forever. “I am Mona Megistus,” she introduced with a sharp, prideful tone, “I demand that you tell me who you are and what you’re here for!” The puny astrologist crossed her arms and turned away, closing her eyes, acting as if she threw a fit, but opened an eye that glared at Lisa, just to make sure her eyes were still on the lady. Just to watch out for any unpredicted movements, of course. The brunette giggled and that confused Mona, she felt like it was disrespectful in some way, but then the brunette softly spoke, “That is fair, miss Megistus,” she nodded toward the smaller and sighed. “I am Lisa, I came here originally to shake this lady down for something, but then I saw her over here standing over you, and I’ve met this lady before- she has nothing but cruel intentions, so I saved you, you should really thank me, cutie,” Lisa said and shot a wink at the astrologist. 

Mona arched a brow at the wink. Really? Thank her? The astrologist shook her head, “Alright, find out how I shrunk then, Miss Lisa.” The purple-haired girl ordered, facing toward the brunette again. “Trust me, I intend on doing that, but that’s the least of my concerns right now… Mona. I have other business I need to focus on.” The astrologist frowned, “Like what?” Lisa is taken aback a tad by the question, “That isn’t your business,” she assertively says. The lady seems secretive. 

The brunette seemed like she was about to get up, the purple-haired astrologist really didn’t want to be left here alone, and she’d rather be with someone she has somewhat made acquaintance to. “Wait!” Mona ran up a little closer to the lady, and the brunette paused. “Hmm, what is it, little one?” 

“I can’t help but feel my size could be fate, and if it is I’d rather be stuck with someone that the stars tell me I am safe with, and I think you’re the closest person I am safe with for the time being,” Mona quickly explained, placing her hands in front of herself, hand in hand, politely. Lisa grew a pleasant smile at the explanation, “Miss Megistus, it almost sounds like you’re saying we are fate,” she teased. The astrologist crossed her arms immediately, “That is not what I am saying, I would really just like to be with someone who can protect me, and seeing that that miss over there is on the floor knocked out, you seem like someone who can protect me,” she more specifically explained. Lisa seemed amused by the re-explaining done by the astrologist, she held back her giggle though and offered her hand to Mona to climb onto then. “Then come with me, Miss Megistus.” The astrologist stared at Lisa’s hand being offered, it was gloved and looked so inviting. “I- well, alright then,” Mona dipped her head in a bow, then approached the giant hand. This hand could have the strength to pin her down or hold her inside of its first entirely, it was sort of thrilling thinking of the power it had, the power Lisa had, and that the woman didn’t use it against the astrologist, she felt oddly safe. Mona climbed into the hand, centering herself in the middle of the woman’s palm then looked up at her. “Thank you, Miss Lisa, that comes from the stars and I,” she says softly. The corners of Lisa’s lips pulled into another pleasant smile, “Of course, anything for a little cutie such as yourself,” she replied which made the small astrologist blush, and then the brunette stood herself up. 

A small gust of wind brushed through Mona’s hair as Lisa stood, she looked around at everything, it was so high up and slightly amazing. Something in Mona’s gut and brain strike fear in her, being so high up, if she dropped… that surely would be death, but something about Lisa is so comforting, so ensuring that she wouldn’t ever predict being dropped, not even the stars could predict something that is surely unlikely to occur. What was it about this woman that made her feel so safe? While Mona thought Lisa had already walked out of the store and held Mona close to her chest so she was safe in her hold, Once the astrologist realized how quickly they’ve moved, she started thinking more about her own size than thinking about her carrier, Lisa. If Mona had to walk this distance on her own, surely it’d take like… a day or more. Mona couldn’t possibly survive at this size on her own, she’s already struggling at normal-sized… 

“Little one?” Lisa asked, noticing the smaller silence had taken up for quite a while, and the astrologist was staring off into the distance as if wrapped in endless thoughts. Yet, Lisa got no response, Mona was still thinking, the brunette blinked and raised her free hand, gently poking the astrologist. The purple-haired girl squeaked in surprise, scooting from the gloved finger and staring at it. “Little one…” Lisa called again. “Oh- huh, wha…?” Mona asks, looking back at the lady’s face with confusion. “Nothing, I wanted to check if you were alright.” The purple-haired girl’s heart doted on that sentence for a bit, she’d never been checked on before, being alone for a while on the streets- fending for food, shelter, etc. Nobody has ever cared for her until this woman came along, saving her and now allowing Mona to tag along with her for protection. Lisa was unaware of the sentiment she had just given the astrologist. 

Things were getting darker though and slightly began to reek as Lisa walked down an alleyway, Mona was confused, looking up at Lisa expecting an answer just by her glare. “Where are we going?” Lisa glanced down at Mona with the question, “Well, you should know that I am affiliated with a group… and I need to take care of some business, as stated previously,” she said, kind of circling around the question- not giving a direct answer, could she really trust this girl? While she might be small, it doesn’t mean she should doubt her capabilities of going out and about saying stuff, or maybe jumping into things that roar danger. 

Mona felt weird anxiety at that response and began looking around, “Lisa, tell me or the stars will-” she threatened weakly, and at that Mona shrieked in surprise as she was shoved inside of Lisa’s blazer pocket by her waist. Lisa’s gloved hand kept Mona pinned in there and the fabric silenced Megistus, “Give me a second,” she whispered for Mona to hear and approached one of her henchmen. “Hello Kaeya,” the brunette greeted, stopping before him. Kaeya was tall, somewhat taller than Lisa, and had brown skin. He wore an eye patch and had his long, blue hair tied back with some of his bang covering the eye patch. He wore a white collared shirt with a black vest on top, black slacks, and black combat boots. Kaeya tossed a coin up into the air, catching it in his hand and looking toward Lisa with a sly, catty smirk. “Hello boss,” he returned the greeting and slid the coin into his pocket. “So, what will I be up to today?” Kaeya requested for an order, always wanting to be on his feet doing something, it was boring if he had no heavy work to take care of, Lisa knew that though, always sending the blue-haired boy running around places. “Can you do some research on that magic shop run by Katarina, the mage? Something about that free sample is off, I want all the information on it, immediately…” Lisa sharply ordered. “You’ve got it boss, but why the sudden interest?” Kaeya was nosy, he tried to press on the subject and pray some more details out of Lisa, what is so interesting about that magic store? 

“Oh nothing~ I’m just as curious as always, Kaeya,” she said and stepped past him, raising her hand that wasn’t pinning Mona in the pocket to nudge him forward, “go along now, I want that information quickly,” Lisa forced him out then. The blue haired man was suspicious, but he’ll do as ordered.  The brunette waited for him to be fully out of the alleyway, she walked deeper inside to her base and brought Mona back out as she walked. “Hypothetically speaking, of course,” she winked, “I am hypothetically the ringleader of a mafia, but do not fret, Megistus, I don’t come in harm- to you anyways, you’re far too cute for me to want to hurt little old you.”  

Mona had no idea what to feel with Lisa’s words, the interaction she had to hear between some ‘Kaeya’ guy and the woman that she was in the hands of. Just what has Mona gotten herself wrapped up in? Some mafia clan? She furrowed her brows, not sure how to handle this, sure this woman helped her but is also involved in crimes. How can she trust a criminal such as Lisa? Her eyes become pupils that translate into terror, the terror of being clueless and unable to process what she’s going through. “Do you expect me to just trust you, Miss Lisa? I- forgive me, I need a moment,” Mona escapes into her thoughts, closing her eyes and thinking about the stars, the only guidance Mona really needs is from the stars, what she trusts to be true. What does fate have in store for the astrologist? 

Lisa understood the other’s hesitance to immediately trust her, if she were Mona- she’d feel the same, so the brunette is patient, pausing on her walk to the base to give Mona the time she needs. “I have given you thought, even though I, Mona Megistus, find it distrustful and disrespectful you didn’t tell me the truth of your identity sooner- I am willing to repair that tear in this friendship and allow you to regain my trust, If I’m honest, maybe earlier you weren’t far off- pairing us two as fate because the stars and my astrology tell me to trust you, even if what you do is… fairly immoral, there isn’t much I can do… being so… small…” she shivered at mentioning her size, just processing how big the world was compared to her again. The brunette arched a brow at that realization and also smirked, “Aw, really? Well if you say we are fate, miss ‘Astrologist’ then I suppose I should trust you, you’re the professional here in all things fate,” she says with assumption, daring to flirt with Mona, which brings the small purple haired girl to shock. 

Suddenly, Mona feels the hands below her raise her up higher, “Um- Lisa, what is it that you’re doing? I just said I trust you, don’t make me take that back…” Then, Lisa’s big lips came into Mona’s frame, they had a purplish-red shade on them, it suited Lisa’s face beautifully.Her skin was so clear, it looked so soft and Mona wanted to lay her hand on the other’s face, but she couldn’t. That’d be inappropriate, wouldn’t it? She had just met this lady, and she’s feeling intense emotions over her, maybe shrinking has driven Mona insane. Lisa brought Mona higher, to the waterline of her eye, squinting at her, “Forgive me if I’m mistaken, Mona, but weren’t you just admiring me?” She asked, Lisa is well aware that Mona was, but she likes seeing the little one falter. 

“Me?” Mona asks, putting a hand on her chest and referencing herself. “Please, Lisa, you suddenly raised me to your lips- of course, I’m going to look in confusion, that is far intimidating,” she responded. The brunette sighed, “What’s intimidating about them? Are they too chapped for you? Do you think I’m going to eat you? Aw, you really are bite-size, but I am not interested in making you a meal- that is… inhumane of me, Miss Megistus.” If this were a cartoon, Mona’s eyes would swirl and she’d faint with a beet-red face, however, her cheeks do pinken at the idea. “What?! This is absurd, Lisa, none of those options–” Lisa giggled at Mona, and that is when Mona realized Lisa was just teasing her. “What if I gave you a kiss?” The brunette proposed, and Mona furrowed her brows, a kiss? 

“I think I need you to provide me with more details than just that, Miss Lisa,” Mona said slowly, ensuring she understood Lisa correctly. The woman wanted to kiss her? What? Lisa smirked at the fact the astrologist didn’t exactly decline it. “I press my lips against you, a kiss, doesn’t exactly have to be romantic, it’s just an idea floating within my head, and probably yours with all your admiration,” she says with a little hum. The purple-haired girl sounds exasperated, obviously flustered with the accusation and the idea of being kissed by this woman. “Well, if you’re going to accuse me of wanting a kiss from you, then I guess… kissing me wouldn’t hurt, would it?” Mona gave in weakly, looking away from the giant woman. Lisa giggled, “What? You want me to kiss you, Mona? But we had just met,” she teased. “Oh- I thought you were rather… serious…” Mona trailed off, somewhat disappointed, thinking it was all just a pointless tease. The astrologist should’ve expected that from the brunette- she doesn’t seem the type to just give away kisses from those lovely, lovely lips, just like that… That was where Mona was quickly proven wrong. The little astrologist was lowered and brought towards a giant pair of soft, plump lips, that puckered around her entire body and smooched her. The astrologist squirmed at the quickness of it but leaned into the lips after a second, oh they were soft- and they were of a lovely and enchanting woman. However, it felt so wrong at the same time considering the reminder in her head that the two just met. If the brunette didn’t mind though, and Mona didn’t mind, then it should be okay for now. It was in fact, just a kiss.

[whorekneecentral]

“do you know how long I've been hard?” 

okay this one made me giggle, you send him some very nsfw pics/vids whilst he’s at training and this is the first thing he says when he gets home, it’s giving somewhat giggly soft sex?

-🏎️

you’re so real for this // prompt: “do you know how long I've been hard?” 

T-minus 18 hours until you leave for vacation and you’ve yet to pack. Well, you were in the process of packing. Your boyfriend was still at work, he had training that morning, and then they had received a new kit which needed photos, so he was stuff until late afternoon there.

He had it easy, a few pants, some shirts and some underwear, and he was done packing. Anything else he needed, he knew you’d sneak it into his luggage - and you already did. 

You on the other hand, could not decide on outfits so you started sending your boyfriend photos as you tried on the outfits. 

The first few were relatively tame; what do you think of this dress? Does this skirt with this top ? Do you like the shoes with this outfit? 

You got responses fairly quickly, your boyfriend putting his two cents. The two of you are spending a week in the Maldives, so you’d obviously be needing bikinis. 

Rather than just sending him a photo of the pennies on the bed, you decide to try them on and send them to him. 

To Achraf: I know you’re a visual type of guy, which ones should I take? *6 Image Attachments* 

From Achraf: Blue, purple flowers, black and maybe the green one?? I can't remember if I packed my green shorts

To Achraf: I packed them. 

You smiled, setting the phone down to toss the bikinis in the suitcase that was opened on the floor. 

The whole point of the trip was for you two to celebrate your 4th anniversary. It only made sense to make pack a set or two. And maybe get your boyfriend’s thoughts on which ones to take. 

You pulled out two of his favourites; a red and black one and then the baby pink one you rarely wear only because it had so many straps. You put the red and black one into the suitcase, knowing that you were going to take that anyways but you put on the pink one, even with all the difficult straps, and took a photo to send to your boyfriend. 

To Achraf: What about this one? *1 Image Attachment*

You see that he’d read the message but no response; you knew you won that one. You tossed the phone on the bed and end up pulling on one of his T-shirts instead of taking off the million and one strapped set of lingerie.

It wasn't that much longer before your boyfriend got home, you heard the car pull into the driveway and his footsteps up the stairs. 

The man hugs you from behind, his hand slipping under the shirt, flat against your stomach when he pulls you flush to him. You can feel his cock against you, making you giggle. 

“How was work?” 

“Do you know how long I've been hard?” He whispers to you, turning to you face him. 

He picks you up, letting you wrap your legs around his waist. Achraf sat on the bed, his hands on your back. You shifted on his lap, grinding down on him. He groans, squeezing your hip. 

“Oops, did I do that?” You look at him, the tiniest smile on your face. 

Your boyfriend rolls his eyes, hips lifting to meet you. “Don’t play stupid, you know you did.” 

He watches as you pull the shirt off, the baby pink lace covered your body and he smiles. “God, you’re beautiful.” 

You were about to straddle him when he stopped you. “Other way, darling.” Achraf lets you shift so your back was facing him but while you were doing that, he moves his shorts out of the way. Your back was pressed to his chest on your knees before you sank down onto him and a satisfied hum slipped past your lips.

“Yeah?” He asks in response to the sound, “feels good, doesn’t it?” He kisses the back of your shoulder.

“Mhm hm,” you rock back and forth slowly,“go faster,” he instructs you and you do, bouncing a little more on his lap.

His free hand reaches over your leg to rub your clit, two fingers rubbing circles softly. That was enough to make you cum, hunched over on his lap and he followed shortly after. 

Achraf’s arm wrapped around your torso before he fall back onto the bed, with you still on top of him. 

“I guess I don’t need to bring this one.” You mumbled and he pinched your side. “You’re bringing it.” 

[kaneni09]

TFA - TLJ - HALCYON

Now we get to the rise of Skywalker.....sigh

This film needs a complete overhaul, very little about it is good: bad cinematography, bad set design, bad costuming and bad character arcs. 😖

I hate that Rey goes back to her first costume removing all her character development, I hate that she's so infantilised and I hate hate hate how lifeless she is. 😡

I don't even know where to begin with fixing this film so for now we'll just fix the costuming. There are 2 outfits that I think should exist in this film, Rey's Grey Jedi outfit for a majority of the runtime and then the outfit she wears once the fight is won, relaxed & retired on a lush green planet, married to Ben with a growing family.

I experimented with different hairstyles and outfits. I'm undecided on which Grey Jedi design looks the best, I'm thinking the one with the cut-out top and green skirt looks the nicest, but feel free to give your two cents.

[cadybear420]

Cadybear's MC Wardrobes: Evie Ayana, OG HSS Book 1 (Part 2). Featuring some edits by me!

How this series goes: With each book, for a MC I'm invested in, I'll assess each of their in-game outfits. How much do I like or dislike the outfit? Is this something that suits my MC's style, or does it make me go "My MC would NOT wear/own this"? And for the outfits that my MC would not wear or own, how would I alter or replace them? I'm not going to use screenshots from the actual game because I can't be arsed. Also I want to use the different sprite expressions to express how my MC would feel about each outfit.

I like to think this is a good opportunity to elaborate on my MCs' dress styles, and show off some edits :D

Because of the 30-image limit on Tumblr, the wardrobe for Book 1 had be made into two parts. If you haven't seen it already, I recommend reading Part 1 first. But if you have, then let's continue on!

Ch 12: "Berry Pride" Premium Outfit for the Homecoming Parade

The top is great, but uhh... short shorts are the bane of Evie's GNC woman existence. Also the m!MC version has him wearing cargo pants, soooooo yeah. Not fair.

Unfortunately, buying this outfit is the only way to get that nice yearbook photo with her and Aiden waving from Ms. Maddox's car, so I had to make a sacrifice. Luckily the shorts don't appear in the photo, so I can at least still enjoy it and pretend Evie's style wasn't viciously violated. (Speaking of which, yes I do plan to make edits of some of these yearbook photos for Evie. They'll get a separate post).

Verdict: Only partly in Evie's wardrobe. Alter by replacing the shorts.

Here's what the outfit would look like with Evie's actual preferred style of shorts.

Ch 14: "Emerald Fantasy", "Lovely in Lace", and "Off the Rack" Homecoming Outfits

I actually think Evie would like all three of these. They're not fully her style, but they're not something she'd hate wearing either, and they don't violate her skirt preference rules too egergiously.

I tend to pick the green one in some of my main playthroughs for the sake of the color scheme with Aiden in formal outfits (he wears a black suit to hoco, and then at prom I chose the black tux for Evie and he wears a green suit). But the purple one is also really nice, especially as it is a favorite color of hers.

However I do still think Evie would feel most comfortable in the gray free option, even if the color is pretty bland for a homecoming dance. She would probably own a couple of identical dresses with different colors and wear one of those instead, and save the grey one for a more casual chill social event.

Of course, I am still a bit disappointed that we don't get any suit options for f!MC here, like we do in OG's prom, CA's homecoming, and CA's prom. While Evie probably wouldn't mind wearing either of these dresses, I'd definitely have picked the suit/tux option in a heartbeat if they offered it.

Verdict: While Evie would like wearing both of the premium dresses, I'm actually unsure about them being part of Evie's wardrobe. The grey one is definitely part of Evie's wardrobe, leave it as is but also make a couple of alternate versions in different colors. But for her official homecoming outfit, probably replace with a party suit.

Recolored versions of the free dress, so she has some that are both colorful and comfy. I also think these would be really cool at the Retro Rave theme, as that's the homecoming theme she chooses.

And here's a hoco suit for Evie, straight from the HSS m!MC's Book 2 wardrobe. I made sure it was a greenish one to keep the color scheme thing with Aiden.

Stay tuned for Evie's OG HSS Book 2 Wardrobe!

[peregrinefashion]

Brand Creation Process Notes: Anima Borealis Peregrine's Brand Part 2

Let's talk about Lolita fashion!

I knew from the beginning that I wanted my main muse's brand, Peregrine's brand, Anima Borealis, to be a lolita brand. Not exclusively a lolita brand, but I wanted to have as many lolita dresses as I can fit into the concept. And I was very happy that some of the first lolita dresses I unlocked -- the Jeweled Marine Jumper Dress and the Sweet Chocolate Jumper Dress -- were so perfect for it. The Tablier dress is also not properly Lolita but it really has the vibes.

(I had the sailor dress and the heart diner uniform as well by this point but the diner dresses are the wrong vibes and I can't decide whether the sailor dress is and isn't, haha.)

So, what are the vibes in question? How do I pick which to include?

I never know where my preferred style of lolita fashion falls on the substyle spectrum. The color palettes I like -- darker, but more vibrant colors, especially jewel tones and blues -- as well as border prints tend to qualify as sweet, but I don't genuinely care for sweets or plushies as patterns or the really pale pastels, and that locks me out of the vast majority of sweet lolita. I'm going for a fantasy vibe, but more elegant than cute where I can manage it.

It's a little bit of a bummer sometimes, because the game's lolita dresses are so limited, but it's important to me that the dresses in Anima Borealis all fit that fantasy vibe that's halfway between cute and elegant. They also need to fit in with the lolita-adjacent items I've already picked, the simpler wide skirts and dresses. They all need to look good together.

The three dresses I mentioned above were all shoo-ins for the brand. I have the tablier dress in Navy, Jade, and Rubellite (yes, I decided to be pretentious about my color names, we'll see how long that lasts) with white aprons. At the time when I was making the Jeweled Marine dress, I was seeing a lot of variations on solid blue, so I made sure to do one in Jade and one in Rubellite, and I love how they're not exactly alike: the Jade one has the navy on the bottom, while the Rubellite one has the navy on top.

Meanwhile, the Sweet Chocolate dress ended up being a really pleasant surprise. The green and pink accent colors in the border print are very close matches for my Jade and Rubellite colors. I had been planning to use my brand's accent colors for the dominant colors in the lolita dresses, but the pinks were too similar, and so the pink accents in the border print just disappeared. So I did one in Jade and one in Navy, and it came out super cute! And again, they're not quite the same -- the Jade one has a brown waist ribbon and the Navy one has an Ivory waist tie.

(Note: If you're ever trying to work with one of the in-game patterns with a border print, I recommend going into the color sliders and then using the recommended colors to find one where some of the colors work well with your brand, rather than trying to match from scratch. it saved me so much time, and it guaranteed the browns would match. )

I liked how Sweet Chocolate came out so much, I ended up saving the browns the game suggested for the chocolate dress and incorporating them as a second main color for Anima Borealis.

There's even less to work with for ouji lolita than for standard lolita, but I'm doing my best. I have the one boy lolita outfit, every non-floral waistcoat I can spare the points for, and every suitable pair of shorts in brown and navy, and the one pair of knee-high socks, and then making them in every one of my colors. I feel bad for glossing over it so much, but there really isn't much, and it's so much simpler that I'm not making complex decisions about them, which is a bummer.

On the bright side, the shorts Max has in the middle have a little shooting star patch on the butt, which is adorable and perfect.

If you read this far, thank you! You can check out my showroom at wEkrjAYrkL, and feel free to DM me with your muse name if you want anything specific you saw here!

[gins-potter]

Ummm hello yes I am alive and having thoughts about season 9. I feel like I don’t talk about the new seasons that much bc let’s be real everything post s4 has been shades of crap. But I’m having thoughts so here we go.

Maybe shouldn’t have started with Bloom bc like… I kinda hate it lmao. Or not even hate it, I feel like that implies stronger feelings than I actually have. It just sucks.

The plaid leggings are awful, the skirt could have been cute (even with the ruffle which I don’t love) but then they had to throw glitter on top, and then whatever that atrocity of a jacket/vest is?

The top underneath, the belt, and the jewelry are all fine but that’s like really not saying much lmao.

Oh Stella… I mean like it’s fine? I could totally picture Stella wearing something like this, it’s just kind of bland? I vibe the dress and the turtleneck underneath but @drops-of-moonlights suggested that they should have added a belt and a jacket and I agree.

Also, I feel like, for better or worse, Stella’s fashion was always very over the top and had a lot going on. So to give her the most basic outfit out of all the girls just feels a bit wrong.

The pigtails are cute tho.

(Also are those orange leggings she’s wearing or is the colour on her legs just janky? I do not vibe orange leggings).

I feel like this dress could have been cute in orange which would throw back to the original palette and also breaking up what is a lot of pink across the six girls.

Also @nijaki summed it up best.

Lmao this is going to be kind of hypocritical considering what I just said about Stella’s but if Stella had too little going on then Flora absolutely has too much going on.

I fucking love her little green jacket and the cut of the dress but I feel like the pattern is a bit much (maybe it should have been just like pink with pale pink flowers on it or something?). Then add in whatever the green and purple section is, and the jewelry, and belt and it’s just like enough!

I do love a big hoop on Flora tho.

Musa’s is definitely one of my faves! It’s very much giving biker chick which is a vibe I love for her. If Riven gets a somewhat similar look they’re going to be a very cute looking couple.

Thank god one of the girls got a palette completely free of pink and I personally love the red coming back.

It’s a really good blend of masculine and feminine fashion and as much as I don’t love the gloves, I do appreciate them as a nod to 2000’s fashion.

Also the short pigtails!!! You guys know I’m a short haired!Musa truther.

Tecna for me is a I love it! with a massive But attached. I love it as long as the artificial/articulated joints are either purely aesthetic or some kind of prosthetic (unlikely but a girl can dream). I’m not here for robot Tecna, it’s a headcanon that has always felt a little too on the nose for me, plus I don’t think it’s a good look for a character who can definitely be read a autistic coded.

I love the skirt and leggings look for Tecna and tbh my only critique is I wish they’d just picked one metallic for the outfit. Like either all that purple-y colour or all silver (I personally really like the silver) but otherwise the outfit is amazing.

Also that hair? 👏🏼🙌🏼😍🔥

I mean, there’s not much for me to say about Layla because she just looks fucking amazing. The bright colours 🔥 The hoodie and skirt 🔥 The braids 🔥 What we can see about her boots 🔥 Like she just looks freaking amazing and almost definitely my favourite look of the six.

[tssdresses]

Fabric Scavenging | The Poll Dress

So, with the responses I've gotten from you all (which was super fun!), I have a few pretty good ideas for this cosplay.

In keeping with the steampunk theme, I'm going to be adding brown as a pretty substantial color, but, in keeping with the steampunk theme, this cosplay will be able to have a lot of layering components, so we'll have plenty of the orange/black/indigo/white going on in there.

Like any sane sewing hobbyist or hoarder, I have plenty of fabrics and saved clothes that I could use as parts of this outfit. Here's what I've got to work with:

I've got three basic cottons in black, dark blue, and orange, and then a few different browns: a sort of faux suede in a kinda nougat color, a textured golden brown one, and chocolate brown curtains with green, yellow, and blue poke dots. I was thinking of making a petticoat with the curtains, to give the whole thing some texture.

Then I've got some black lining fabric, and remnants from three separate projects (two capes, black and gold, and Logan's dress).

I've got two damaged formal dresses which I got at Goodwill, one in indigo and one in black.

And then we have a brown skirt and a black tank top with a razorback. I also have a white button up shirt that I'll alter but I forgot to photograph it and now it's hiding somewhere.

I plan on making a trip to my beloathed Joann's after the holiday craze, and here's a list of what I'll be looking for:

Various textures and shades of oranges

Anything steampunk-y, like appliqués

White fabric because I somehow have very little

Threads that match because I left all of mine at school

If y'all have any suggestions or requests, feel free to shout them in the notes or my inbox. I am also taking song recommendations at this time.

[purrincess-chat]

Fashion Faux Paw CH6 (FINAL)

The final chapter is here! Thank you so much to @avrilmaria for betaing for me and for the mods of @mlbigbang​ for hosting the event! The art for this chapter was done by @miraculousshellie on Instagram! Please send her lots of love. I had a lot of fun working on this story, and I hope you all enjoy it!

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Chapter 6

Marinette braced, clinging close to Chat Noir as he flipped to take the brunt of their fall. He cradled her head as they rolled, and she found herself looking up into his desperate green eyes.

“Plagg, transform me!” The dark suit materialized over his clothes, replacing his makeshift mask and cat ears with the magic of his Miraculous. Green sclera twinkled with worry as they scanned Marinette. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, fine.” She nodded.

Chat Noir sat up, brandishing his staff in a defensive stance in front of her. Five angry fangirls now adorned in black cat suits outfitted with an assortment of cat-themed weapons to rival Chat Noir stood at the end of the hall. The one at the front of the pack wore a black helmet with two cat ears sticking out of the top, clearly distinguishing herself as the leader.

“Step aside, sweet kitty. The Felines are going to teach that brat how to treat you,” she said.

“That’s not necessary. Marinette and I had a little misunderstanding, but we’re fine now. Don’t let Hawkmoth take advantage of your anger.” Chat Noir shot back.

“You’re the one being taken advantage of by that nasty girl, my prince! It’s up to us to make sure she receives justice.”

Marinette stifled an eye roll and surveyed her exit options. She needed to slip away to transform, but something told her that would be easier said than done with multiple akumatized victims chasing after her.

“Do you think you can cover me long enough to get away?” she asked Chat Noir.

“I don’t think running is the best idea. You’ll be safer next to me where I can protect you,” he said.

Oh boy.

“You’ll be able to focus on defeating them if you don’t have to worry about taking care of me,” she said.

“This isn’t a negotiation. I don’t want anything happening to you, so just-”

Marinette pulled him out of the way of another cat-shaped projectile, much to the annoyance of his fangirls.

“How dare you touch him!” the Felines shrieked.  

“I was saving him from you!” Marinette huffed.

“Oh! Kitty kitty, we don’t want to fight you.”

“Just hand over that girl, and we’ll leave you alone.”

“We don’t want you getting hurt again because of her.”

“Not gonna happen. I won’t let you take her.” Chat Noir pulled Marinette close.

She sighed. It looked like she was going to navigate this fight on the downlow as she doubted Chat Noir was going to let her out of his sight. He was a good kitty, but his protective nature was incredibly annoying when he was preventing her from transforming.

“We’re not in a good position in the hall, they have a straight line of fire at us. We should move back to the showroom where it’s more open.” Marinette suggested.

“Got it.” Chat Noir nodded.

He twirled his staff, deflecting weapons and attacks as they backed up the hall toward the showroom. With more room to maneuver, Marinette ducked behind an overturned table, while Chat Noir tussled with the Felines. There weren’t a lot of escape routes that didn’t cross paths with one of the Felines or Chat Noir, but if she ducked behind the curtain, she could transform without being spotted. Crawling on her hands and knees, she skirted for the safety of the curtain, but before she could issue the command for Tikki, she nearly collided with a set of wide hazel eyes.

“Alya!” Marinette gasped.

Alya squirmed with an annoyed grunt, her hands and feet bound by cat-ropes and mouth gagged with a black cat cloth. Marinette set to work untying her, and her friend let out a breath when she was free of her gag.

“Sorry, girl. I would have warned you, but they ambushed me the second I came back from the bathroom,” she said.

“No worries. I’m just glad you’re okay.” Marinette hugged her. “Chat Noir has his hands full out there. We’ve got to help him before they take his Miraculous and expose his secret identity.”

“Shouldn’t we wait for Ladybug to show up?” Alya asked.

“Uhh…” Marinette winced. “We don’t know how long that will take, so we need to act now before it’s too late. Come on, haven’t you ever wanted to be a hero?”

“You know I have,” Alya said pointedly. “Alright, so what’s the plan?”

Marinette peeked through the curtains, surveying the room for anything they could use to defeat the akuma. If she couldn’t have a real lucky charm, she was going to have to make do with what she had, which wasn’t much.

“Hmm…” She hummed.

“Hey, watch it!” one of the Felines growled.

“You watch it! You almost hit his face with that last punch.” Another one shot back.

“I would never!”

A smile broke over Marinette’s lips, and she turned back to Alya. “I have an idea how to defeat the akuma and rid myself of my Chat Noir curse, follow my lead.”

Slipping back through the curtain, Marinette crept over to an overturned display table where a pile of cat berets lay abandoned on the ground. Taking a bundle in her hands, she stood up and tossed one across the room at one of the Felines.

“Ya know, I think it’s kind of funny. You five claim to be Chat Noir’s biggest fans, but I bet I know more about him than any of you.” She taunted. “After all, he and I spent a lot of time together creating these hats.”

Chat Noir spun on her with wide eyes. “Marinette, I don’t think that’s the best-”

“How dare you!”

“You don’t deserve to be close to Chat Noir.”

Marinette dodged a kick that destroyed her easel of designs, throwing hats as she backed toward a set of mannequins. The Felines ripped through the hats with ease, stalking toward her.

“I bet you don’t even know what his favorite snack is.” Marinette smirked, pushing the mannequins into one of the Felines before she could pounce.

“It’s croissants!” one Feline declared.

“No, it’s macarons!”

“Ooo, sorry, Felines.” Alya hissed. “The correct answer is chouquettes.”

“What?” The Felines spun on Chat Noir who shrank with a sheepish wince.

“They’re right.” He confirmed, flicking his gaze between Alya and Marinette.

“See? You can’t even answer a simple question about Chat Noir,” Marinette said. “And even if you could, there’s no way Chat Noir could be with all five of you, so which one of you will get to be with him? I’m sure one of you is a bigger fan than all the rest.”

“Me!” all five Felines answered at the same time.

“No, I am!”

“No, me!”

“Are you kidding? We all know it’s me.”

The Felines turned on each other, claws barred and weapons drawn.

“Uh, ladies, I hate to break it to you, but-” Alya stuffed a literal sock in Chat Noir’s mouth and shook her head.

One Feline pounced on another, the two tumbling to the floor in a heap of hair and claws. Two more grappled with the leader, swinging elbows and legs in a chorus of, “He’s mine! No, he’s mine!” After a few minutes of squabbling, one of the Felines ripped the helmet from the leader’s head, but in their struggle to assert power over the group, the helmet was ripped in half, freeing the black butterfly hiding inside. The five girls reverted to normal, the remnants of a torn beanie in their hands.

“Chat Noir, the akuma!” Marinette pointed as it fluttered higher.

“On it! Cataclysm!” He leapt up, catching the butterfly in his grasp and reducing it to a pile of ash.

Marinette approached as he landed, holding up a fist, but Chat Noir glanced around at the shambles of her display.

“Ladybug never showed up. I wonder what kept her,” he said.

“Uhh, maybe she was busy,” Marinette said too quickly, then after a beat added, “I mean, if I had to guess anyway.”

“There won’t be any magic ladybugs to repair all of the damage. I’m sorry, Marinette. I know how hard you worked on everything, and now, it’s all ruined.” His ears drooped.

Marinette glanced around with pursed lips and shrugged. “It’s okay,” she said. “I don’t want my name associated with you forever. It’s better this way.”

“It’s just a shame the people who were supposed to see your work didn’t make it down here before everything happened. This was supposed to be your shot to show the big wigs in the fashion industry what you’re made of,” Alya said.

“I’ll have other opportunities to show off designs I’m really proud of.” Marinette shrugged. “Really, I’m fine.”

Chat Noir searched her expression with a frown. “Don’t you have anything else you can show them today?”

“We do still have all the stuff from your original display in the back. If we hurry, we might be able to clean all of this up before the important peeps make it down here.” Alya suggested.

Chat Noir smiled, turning to his fangirls and crossing his arms over his chest. “If you girls are really my fans like you say you are, then I assume you won’t mind helping me with a little project.”

“Omg, we’ll do anything!” The girls cried.

In a matter of minutes, Marinette’s display had been cleaned up and rid of any traces of Chat Noir merch. Alya wheeled out the racks of Marinette’s original designs, and Chat Noir took one from the rack as his transformation dropped, eyes sparkling behind her makeshift mask. He disappeared behind the curtain and reemerged a few minutes later in a pink pantsuit, garnering squeals of delight from his fangirls. They set the last hat in place as Mme. Lemieux approached with a group of other stylish adults.

“What’s all of this?” she gasped. “I thought you agreed to swap this trite out for the Chat Noir line?”

“Well, I did, but then I decided that if I was going to present something, I wanted to present the designs I’m most proud of,” Marinette said. “Don’t get me wrong, the Chat Noir stuff was fun, but it’s not me, so if you want to know who I am as a designer, this is me.”

Mme. Lemieux exchanged looks with the others in the group, noses wrinkling as they examined her work.

Marinette’s heart hammered in her chest, but she held her head high. She’d rather be rejected for ideas she was proud of than accepted for ones she wasn’t.

“If you’re having doubts about her, let me help you get over them,” Chat Noir spoke up. He placed a hand on her shoulder and smiled. “Marinette is one of the most incredible designers I know. She works insanely hard and is more talented than any other designer here today. This is her moment, not mine, and I’m happy to endorse her brand the way it is.”

Silence stretched on for several beats before one woman in the group said, “You know, I do quite like that jacket.”

“Yes, I was just thinking it would pair nicely with this dress,” another piped up.

Mme. Lemieux shot Marinette a curious glance as the crowd spread out across her display. “Perhaps we can consider a spot for you next year, if you’re interested, Mlle. Dupain-Cheng?”

“I’ll consider it.” Marinette nodded.

Mme. Lemieux flicked her gaze between Marinette, Alya, and Chat Noir, then sauntered off to join the others with a grunt.

“You did it, girl!” Alya nudged Marinette with her elbow.

“I couldn’t have done it without you.” Marinette turned to Chat Noir and smiled. “Both of you. Thank you for all of your help, kitty.”

“I’m glad everything worked out in the end. I promise not to steal the spotlight next time,” he said. “Actually, you should probably just fire me and burn the rest of the Chat Noir stuff.”

“I don’t mind designing things after you, but I was thinking of expanding into a full heroes line on a side blog. What do you think?” Marinette asked.

“That sounds great.” Chat Noir smiled, then more timidly asked, “So, are we still partners, then?”

Marinette held up a fist and bumped it against his.

“Yeah, partners.”

[my-shields-are-down]

Chenford + I lied, it wasn't just biology

Lucy was wishing she had applied multiple layers of antiperspirant all over her body as she began to stress sweat with anxiety nerves. She thought to herself again, WHY ? OMG - why had she volunteered to do this for Grey? She was never going to live this down, but hopefully she could turn this moment of embarrassment into something magical and wonderful for herself.

Lucy checked her outfit in the bathroom mirror and adjusted her red sequined top one last time, smoothing the one shoulder cropped top and triple checking the matching skirt with the thigh high slit. Then she applied one last coat of “devil may care” red lipstick. Oh well, here we go!

She stepped into the foyer where Nyla and Angela were waiting for her in similar dresses - theirs however were green. The three women shared a secret smile and Lucy thanked them one last time for their help with “everything.” Lucy asked, “are we good on the cards?” Nyla replied, “all set. Lucy - we’ve got this. Don’t worry. He’s not going to know what hit him.” Angela leaned over and hugged Lucy, whispering in her ear, “He’s standing back by the tree - likely trying to hide. Luna is grabbing him and pulling him closer to the front, so he can be one of the men you touch.” Lucy nods, as Angela waves the card - and puts it in the middle of her pile to hand out.

Wade stuck his head out in the hallway and asked if they were ready? All 3 nod, so he turns to the group in his living room and says, “all right, all right. Quiet please! Let’s make some space. Luna - go grab Tim from behind the tree, thank you. Thank you all for coming to our annual holiday party. Yes, yes. Quiet. Thank you. As you know, every year Luna and I rope some of your colleagues into providing “entertainment” for our gathering - who can forget Smitty’s drunk Santa? Tonight, we have something very special for everyone. The Elves are back and will be handing out cards to everyone - they are all different - please feel free to swap them AFTER the performance, okay?! Thank you. Okay, without further ado, ladies and gentlemen for one night only, please welcome Vixen and the Merry Elves!”

Grey hit the lights off and then after Lucy, Angela and Nyla tapped his arm, the lights came back on with the three of them draped on him. Lucy standing in front with Angela and Nyla on either side of Grey - who now has a Santa hat jauntily perched on his head. The crowd starts whooping, cheering and applauding. When Lucy starts to sing, the living room instantly quiets….

“I don't want a lot for Christmas……. there is just one thing I need……

I don't care about the presents underneath the Christmas tree

I just want you for my own……. More than you could ever know

Make my wish come true…………..All I want for Christmas is you .”

There’s a momentary pause and then the karaoke machine clicks on and Grey hands Lucy a bedazzled microphone and she starts to move around the room, simultaneously singling and touching all the men seductively, running her hands across their chests, or down their arms.

Lucy sits in Smitty’s lap and he turns beet red and laughs.

When she stands in front of Tim as the song is drawing to a close- she first runs her hands across her collar bone, and then slowly drags her hand down his chest all while making direct eye contact and grabbing his belt buckle to pull him close flirtatiously as she croons, “All I want for Christmas is you.” Lucy then winks at him as Angela hands him his card and says, “Don’t you dare fuck this up.”

Tim stands in the living room - rooted in place as people applaud and mingle, swapping cards, laughing and then starting to leave. He can’t move. His brain has short circuited. Lucy was touching him. In PUBLIC, looking like a dream. He slowly comes back to himself when someone bumps into him so he runs his palm over his face to calm down. Trying not to show just how much he was affected by her.

Tim and Ashley had broken up the night before - when Ashley had accepted a job offer in Bali and expected him to retire on the spot to go with her. She was pissed that he was open to talking about it, but not open to actually doing it. He couldn’t, no wouldn’t leave LA. Leave the job he loved. Leave Lucy. Tim knew he was in love with Lucy, but he thought she loved Chris and he would suffer in silence as long as he could still be near her in any kind of way. He had told Lucy earlier today that he and Ashley were no more - and Lucy had hugged him, thinking he was sad over losing Ashley. As if.

He finally tuned into the conversations around him - something about gift cards. Tim opened his card and there was a picture of Kojo - sitting there with a roasted leg of some animal in his mouth looking ridiculously proud of himself , while wearing a Christmas sweater covered in pics of him and Lucy on it like snowflakes.. The caption on the card read, “Caught me a reindeer! May all Your Christmas Wishes Come True! (over). Tim laughed and turned the card over to see Lucy’s handwriting:

“I lied, it wasn’t just biology for me. I broke up with Chris this morning. Come meet me at mine for your present.”

Tim looked up and saw Grey standing in front of him- holding his keys and his coat. Wade leaned forward and said, “I think there’s somewhere else you need to be.”

Next thing Tim knew he was standing in front of Lucy’s door knocking and praying…. When she opened the door, he immediately stepped into her apartment, into her space and asked, “you broke up with Chris?” Lucy smiled at him, replying, “didn’t you hear me when I sang to you? All I want for Christmas is you.”

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This is my FAVORITE holiday song. I can see everyone in Wade’s living room joining in and singing along to this. Always puts me in the best mood.

[miniscule-meow]

Something Unexpected (16)

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The party for their engagement finally rolls around. The staff around the castle had been in a dither about it for weeks. Day after day Princess Larkspur has had to sit, literally chained to a table making decisions that really have no point whatsoever. It was completely asinine. A group of ladies crowd around the table showing her different swatches of fabric, holding different gatherings of flowers. They ask millions of questions, what’s the color scheme, what type of flowers does she prefer, how should the table settings look, what color should the napkins be. They went on and on and on. It made her want to chew her own leg off so she could finally be free of the bindings and just fly out of there. She wanted to scream, “I don’t care!” at the top of her lungs, over and over again.

But she quells her frustrations thinking back to the conversation that Prince Oliver had with her. He told her to play by his rules and to be on her best behavior and that might earn her some better treatment. Do the opposite, and it isn’t hard to see how things could become so much worse. So, she figures she might be able to earn herself some extra freedoms here by playing nice. And besides, it might impress the right people if she does a good job, and that might earn her extra freedoms as well. At this point, she would do nearly anything to not have to wear the golden chain and be escorted around the palace.

The guards walk her about like some kind of dog, it is humiliating. At the very least, these ladies appear to be valuing her opinion. No matter how annoying it is, they are actually listening to her, she has to give them that. She is being treated like a proper princess, fulfilling the duties she is called to do. Apparently, if she had grown up in this cursed, backwards human society, this is the very thing any young girl would dream about doing. So, she picked floral arrangements, and she picked colors. She even entertained the subject of tablecloths and napkins for about two hours.

It takes the whole day for everyone to get her ready for the party. Her makeup is done for her, in her opinion it is entirely too detailed to be seen by any of the humans in attendance, but no one asks her. Her hair is twisted half up in an several elegant braids that come together elaborately into a neat bun, the rest is left flowing over her back in copper waves. She wears a green dress that is honestly stunning. It hugs her waist just so, and the skirts flow gently to her ankles. The front has a high halter neckline with a plunging golden mesh section that goes down nearly to her bellybutton. The back is nonexistent, allowing her wings free range of movement behind her.

Her wings shimmer with fine fairy-made jewelry that doesn’t incumber her flight, not that she imagines she’ll be doing much flying. She is absolutely dripping with jewels. The whole outfit is of course ruined by the golden band that is locked onto her ankle as she steps out of the room set aside for the fairies. Prince Oliver meets her at the door.

“Princess.” His voice is low, and formal. He barely even looks at her. He’s handed her chain and he simply attaches her to his lapel. “You may rest upon my shoulder.” He says this in a way that doesn't seem to be a suggestion.

Her stomach turns knowing that she spent all day getting all done up like this, just to be an accessory on his jacket. She’ll have to be his perfect little boutonniere. She grimaces and perches herself on his shoulder as he directed her to, unsure of where else she would even go.

This is going to be incredibly boring. She thinks dryly as Prince Oliver leads her into the grand ball room. Music is playing lightly from a string quartet across the room. So many humans are already milling about. The lady’s dresses all look heavy and dull, the men’s suits look incredibly stiff. This certainly isn’t a party for fairies. Lark isn’t convinced that this is even what a party for humans is supposed to be.

It’s so dull, everything is so rigid. Especially watching the humans perform their so-called dances. Everyone moves about like clockwork. Everything is so specific and planned. Of course, she cannot join in. She asked Prince Oliver if he wanted to dance, and he huffed a short mirthless laugh in response. She supposes she is much too small to participate, so she is stuck observing from the sidelines. At least Prince Oliver has to sit and watch and be just as bored as she is.

The night dredges on at a snail’s pace. People crowd around them, talking to the prince, and ignoring her completely. Or, they step too close to coo over her like she’s some exotic hamster with wings. Some cringe at her from a distance, as though she were some over-sized moth. She catches a group of ladies sneering over at her, then giggling and whispering to one another. Certainly they’re jealous that a “little thing” like her could have taken the prince’s hand away from them. Not that they would have had a chance anyway. Lark is very impressed that she is able to keep herself from rolling her eyes. I would gladly trade places with you, if I could. She thinks bitterly.

The monotony of the party drags on, but the worst part absolutely has to be the eating. All the humans are gathered together at one long banquet table. She is ceremoniously unpinned from her captor’s- or rather- her prince’s lapel, and she is affixed to her own place at the table. She is just on the table, level with the plates. They couldn’t be bothered to give her an elevated place, though they did make a single table her size for her to sit at. She supposes she should be grateful for that at least.

She feels an aching loneliness inside her heart. How grand it could have been, where her prince not a tyrant, where this kingdom not so monstrous. This party could have intermingled fairies and humans together in one crowd. This party could have symbolized a coming together of the kingdoms. This party could have actually been fun. But no. She is the lone fairy in the crowd, an oddity, a prize that has been won. This is only punctuated by her sitting alone in a sea of humans looking down on her, if they decide to pay any mind to her at all.

Before her is a mass of shifting hands, and walls of bodies. Everything is so loud. Cutlery scraping over plates, everyone is shouting and laughing and chewing. A hundred things are happening all at once, and she feels like she might explode.

It all comes to a head in one slow-motion moment. A glass is carelessly tipped over, spilling its contents all over her. It soaks her beautiful emerald gown with wine and the rolling glass shoves her little table clear to the floor. She flies up, out of the way of the glass, and is quickly smacked out of the air, engulfed in a palm. She is whisked up and away from the danger but the chain connecting her to the table snags taut and jerks her leg painfully. She lets out a small shout as Prince Oliver mumbles a curse under his breath.

She realizes all at once that this is the first time that he’s held her. Every other time they have interacted he has elected to touch her as little as possible. A guard would place him where he wanted her, and deal with her chains. Perching on his shoulder earlier today was the closest they had been. But now, his fingers completely surround her. He holds her just a little too tight. She feels her heart hammering against her chest, her wings pressed uncomfortably, but not painfully, against herself. She finds it hard to breathe with her face squished against his massive digits and his fingers constricting her ribs. She squeezes her eyes shut and tries to pretend that she isn’t being semi-suffocated by his clumsy fingers. She supposes she should be glad that she doesn’t have to bear the weight of a table full of humans resting their eyes solely on her. Think positively Lark.

Once he gets her unchained, he holds her cupped in both hands, like a child that has just caught a firefly. He excuses himself and carries her off, away from the noise of the party.

He plops her soggy form down onto a bathroom counter, letting the chain fall limp around her. The first thing he does is not check on her. Instead, he first washes his hands, drying them before taking off his jacket and setting it neatly aside. She looks down at her dripping gown, trying to wring out some of the wine as he rolls up his sleeves. He turns the faucet on once more, testing the water temperature with a finger before he collects her in his hand. Wordlessly, he brings her under the stream of water.

“Stop! Stop! Stop!” She shouts, completely soaked through. He jerks her backwards, out of the water as she sputters.

“What? Too hot?” He reaches a hand forward to check the water temperature again. She pushes wet hair out of her face to more properly glare at him.

“No! You are trying to drown me!” She shouts, all of the fear and humiliation from the night threatening to boil over in this moment

“I am not. I am just trying to help.” He furrows his brow down at her, setting her down with a wet plop and shutting off the faucet. Obviously, he doesn’t understand how being held in a loose fist and doused under a waterfall would not be helping the situation.

“You are not helping! This is so much worse! How would this not be worse?!” She flexes and balls her hands a few times, trying to calm herself down, trying not to cry. “Can’t you just take me back to the room and let me put something else on? This dress is ruined, my hair is ruined, my makeup is ruined.” She huffs, exasperated. “I’m fine, by the way. Not that you asked." She glowers a moment before adding "And my leg hurts, thanks to you and your stupid chain, but aside from all that, I guess I’m fine!” She’s shaking with rage.

Prince Oliver doesn’t even apologize. He frowns down at her, and nods. He dries his hands and collects his jacket. He picks up the end of her chain, like he’s going to walk with her down the hall like the guards to. If she were his size she thinks she would try to strangle him.

“Well?” He says, obviously impatient.

“I. Can’t. Fly.” She shoots back, obviously equally impatient.

“What do you mean you can’t fly?” He furrows his brow again. He does that a lot, she hopes he gets wrinkles.

“I mean I can’t fly! My wings are soaked, but who’s fault is that.” She sneers up at him.

“Tch. Fine.” He collects her in his hands again. It’s just as uncomfortable as it was the first time. Maybe even more so considering that she’s absolutely drenched now. It's clear that doesn’t like holding her. Well good. She thinks, because she doesn’t like being held.

She gets herself cleaned up, with the help of her ladies in waiting. They all of course want to know what happened, and after that they just want to gossip about the party. It must all be so romantic and exciting to them. She grimaces, but lets them keep their fantasy. Rose colored glasses and all.

They dry her wings, put her hair up in an attempt to mask how wet it is, and her makeup is re-done. She wears a new dress. This one is powder blue with sheer puffy sleeves that come to a cuff at her wrists. The top ties behind her neck, but the bodice is corseted below her wings. The skirt billows around her, though stops just below her knees. Oh, these humans will be so scandalized when they can see her ankles and her shins. Good, she hopes it makes one of them faint.

She is escorted back to the door, there is a landing in the human sized door where a fairy sized door is cut out. As she reaches for the doorknob she catches the tail end of a conversation.

“…A shame that you have to babysit that little insect.” It’s a woman’s voice. Prince Oliver grumbles something in response, but notably does not defend her. “You must not be having any fun at all.” She can hear the pout in her voice through the door.

“It’s not about me. It’s about my kingdom.” He says nobly, Lark rolls her eyes while she can. She clenches her jaw and quietly peaks out the door. She sees the prince and some lady that she might have met in passing at the party. She’s pressed up against him, her arms slung over his shoulders, he has his arms caught around her waist and is holding her close to him. Lark quickly retreats back behind the door, her stomach twisting itself into knots. She wasn’t foolish enough to think that her and that monster could fall in love or anything, but the realization drops in the pit of her stomach. This is how it is going to be. He will have his love, and she will be the decoration adorning his lapel. What a sorry existence.

But what he said is true for her as well. It isn’t about her. It’s about her kingdom. The sacrifice of her freedom right now is saving all of the innocent families back home from unimaginable suffering. The tension between her kingdom and the human’s kingdom was only getting worse and this arrangement brings peace.

If she was being honest, it could be worse. She could be locked in a metal cage; she could be starved; she could be dead. She’s still a princess. She goes to banquets; she wears fine gowns. So what if she’s kept on a leash and has no one to talk to. It’s for her kingdom. She nods thinking to herself, Alright. peptalk over, lets go finish this heinous night.

[macaroni-rascal]

Okay, here comes the ice dance roast.

I'm calling this first team Olivia and a Half, because dude is barely there. I liked her previous costume too but she's also a smokeshow in this one. I'm convinced they're putting her in distracting costumes so we won't be looking at Tim, who desperately needs to discover that there's an audience there that he should be projecting to. Good outing, but it made me miss Adrian.

I'd give anything for Katerina's skirt lengths not to give me anxiety for one (1) season, and now she's added a long ponytail as well - why does she hate me so? These costumes are giving 2000s more than 80s. They desperately need our mother hen Madison Hubbell to take them under her wing, these unpointed toe kicks are not it.

Why are the Browns skating in what are essentially practice outfits to the famously flamboyant Elton John? Give these talented children funding! Otherwise they slayed, which is why I'm annoyed at the packaging. Best sibling team here, I said what I said.

HanYe with the costumes of the event and possibly the field. Only guy with an actual outfit. I wish her sleeves were attached to the bodice more in the front, we don't need armpit cleavage, but other than that, best dressed. Levels were oof. IAM needs to leave their teams with Paul Mac over the summer to learn how to execute their turns, they've got pretty much everything else figured out.

Holly and Jason looking hot af. I prefer her golden butt to Olivia's in the free. His corset-y mesh top - cunty af. Her bodysuit seems very intricate up close, but I wish that same level of attention went into getting their levels.

Taschlers look okay for a European team and the costumes are accurate for the music choice, but why oh why is the cutout on the side of his stomach round instead of matching her pointed one? Love their attack and unison but wish them better programs moving forward.

I actually like this French team this season and I hate that for me. His boatneck I'll allow because he isn't a broad boye but I'm not quite sure what his top has to do with the 80s. Her outfit is cute but I wish she'd move on from the Slutskaya cut and the henna dyejob to a more contemporary pixie or bob or something, they need to look more polished because they are indeed very trained and technically strong.

Marjo and Zak - my loves. The only ones I genuinely care about, not gonna lie. Seemingly the only team that read the ISU Communication on the theme this year. Fantastic campy costumes, killer performance ability, couldn't take my eyes off them. Noticed in the warmup that the costume designer shaded his butt crack as well and for that, that mofo need Jesus. They need to sort their levels situation out because they're the stars of the discipline, really, but we're not allowed to talk about that just yet (🤫).

Now for the crime of the night - the grand larceny that was Green/Parsons' score. They were the strongest team here across the board, they're the most complete all around, and I was fuming when I saw 4th. They def need to rework the cut but I like this better than the Paula, it suits them, the costumes weren't revolutionary but they both looked fine af. I know he's old enough to be her great uncle but at the same time I don't want them with lesser partners. The judges went out of their fucking way to prevent last year's situation when H/B (let's be honest) obliterated C/B. Maybe if G/Pa weren't coached by human silver medal and Canadian trophy husband Charlie Allen White, they wouldn't be in this mess.

And now for the grand finale - I'm dispatching a firing squad for the tech panel because are you seriously telling me that this team that graduated with honors from the Diana Davis School of Edgework is best-in-class??? And I can see what she was trying to do with the dress but she didn't quite nail it, the front is awkward, the mid-buttcheek zipper-like split in the back is a choice, and the skirt flaps around awkwardly. Meanwhile, Evan's outfit is just low-effort and perfunctory. They should've just put him in a white tank top and lightwash jeans to highlight his white basicness, since he wears her like a jacket for most of their programs anyway, it would've been apropos. They were out-skated but most of the teams here, they had no energy, speed, power or ice coverage, and to top it all off, they were on the edge of disaster in the lift again, and that was the only edge they were on the entire program. They deserve a surprise P/C comeback at this point, I can't take this anymore.

A masterpiece of a roast.

Anon, I want you to know I got three OTHER anons that were excited to hear about your fashion opinions.

Olivia and a Half is beyond correct, I can forget he's there if I squint, and I enjoy the program so much more. I honestly don't think the Browns have ever had a good costume, and that's a damn shame. If Paul MacIntosh cam to IAM, I would cheer for years, they really need a kick in the ass in terms of tech, and quickly. Holly looks so good in that gold outfit, it's wILD. French team I can't even get into, they are never not So Deeply French Looking. You are spot on with G/Pa, they do not deserve to be sitting in 5th right now. I also can't even get into C/B, cause it's just Too Much at the moment when I'm trying to switch into women mode for the short program that starts in 5 minutes.

Anon, you're a damn icon.