#the pure white outfit with the gold details

[brammariek]

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[ouraboras]

Ranking Alucard's Designs, Best to Worst

I've had a rough day and feel like being mean. These are just my opinions. Some rules:

I’m not counting each game a character appears in unless the design is noticeably different. I don’t count different art styles as a different design. I’m not counting the mobile game skins with two exceptions. For the most part it’s just him but purple. However, for your pleasure, joker Alucard:

Symphony of the Night

No surprise. It’s his most iconic design. He’s gorgeous. I enjoy how he wears a mixture of human clothes (the jacket) and more stereotypical vampire clothing like the cape. Same with warm colors with black and silver.

2. Grimoire of Souls

I love this design. I kiss it every night before I go to bed. I pray to it on Sundays. His waist makes me go feral. The only thing that bothers me is the brown lining. I wish they did something like the inside of his SotN jacket.

3. Moonlight Rhapsody – Outfit 3

I know absolutely nothing about this game. However, I love this skin. In my head when I imagine Alucard pre-Dracula betrayal this is it. The collar is a bit silly but I can look past it. I love the sleeves. The only critique I have is the brown and we’ll get to my feeling on Alucard wearing brown. But on this outfit, it’s not too bad.

4. Nocturne

They gave him his gay little neck ruffle back nature is healing. I wish they kept the details on the coat, but I’ll happily take the trade. I like his face.

5. The cancelled Dracula’s Curse movie concept art

I need to know what the context behind this would have been. The skirt, the pauldrons, his bloody hands, HIS HAIR PUSHED BACK. The only thing I dislike is his black nipple.

6. Aria and Dawn of Sorrow

I like the suit. The red pocket square is nice. I think it is a really interesting choice for it to be red rather than yellow as a callback. I love the choice to make him resemble Dracula pre-vampirism. All of his color has been drained and replaced with black and red. I go back and forth on if I hate or like (for symbolic reasons) his tie-neck ruffle thing. But none of that is my real problem with the design. His shoes are hideous. The heel is good.  He deserves a little heel. But what is going on with the white. It's ugly and going to be a bitch to keep clean. His slacks are too long. He’s a government agent, he can afford to go to a tailor.

7. Season 1 & 2 of the show

I dislike the shirt. I’m not a big fan of how they drew his face either. But I like how they gave him Trevor’s chest scar.

8. Captain N

He’s so rad. But to be honest, Captain N Alucard has a special place in my heart. I remember when this was the closest thing to an animated series Castlevania had. It being this high is purely my nostalgia. I highly recommend watching the episode. It is pure 90s camp.

9. Season 4 of the show

Whore.

10. Grimoire of Souls – Blood and Loyalty

I can’t find a better look at this skin. He’s apparently dressed as a samurai. I like this purely because his hair is up. I don’t see enough of that. (artists pls you’d be doing the world a service)

11. Lords of Shadow 2

The only thing I like about this design is the coat. The dark blue with gold looks really good. I don’t like the belts, but I can ignore them. My issue is the armor. I hate the bronze so much. The armor on one hip is ugly. The ONLY thing that salvages this crime is the fact this Alucard is wearing the highest heels. This looks like an MMO armor set.

12. Judgement

I only unironically like 2 of Judgement’s designs. This is not one of them. I dislike it purely because of how boring it is. They put Simon in bondage gear, gave Trevor a boob window, and made Sypha a Catholic magical girl. But Alucard has to be more modest than the actual child. They could have fun with this but didn't. The most interesting thing about this design is they made a vintage couch into his cape.

13. Dracula’s Curse

This is Alucard’s original design. It’s just your standard pop culture vampire. I like his little owl hair tufts.

14. Legends

I’m fine with changing up Alucard’s design. Hell, we got SotN because of changing it. However, why is he blue? It’s not this illustration either he is just light blue for some reason. I like the short hair. I think it’s a cute way to show this game takes place in the past. But again, purple? Really? His necktie is not doing it for me either. It looks really bad.

15. And finally, last and certainly least: Pachinko and Moonlight Rhapsody

The faces? Good. Hair? Good. But for some reason they made his coat brown. At LEAST for pachinko they had some gold gauntlets and brown gloves instead of his sleeve cuffs. But whatever fucked up person at Konami did the design for MR kept the sleeve cuffs. It’s not like there is the excuse of ‘Oh the inside is black’ because it’s yellow. Now you might be asking: Why is this the worst? I have similar issues with other designs. But here is the thing, they all did something new. This is just your standard SotN Alucard with a color palette change. It looks like a recolor skin but it’s the main one. It's a bad change but not one bad enough to not be boring.

[redrage71890]

Seamstress Yuu AU, Pt 3

| Heartslabyul | Savanaclaw | Octavinelle | Scarabia | Pomefiore | Ignihyde | Diasomnia |

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This Yuu was a seamstress back in their world, but they got isekaied in Twisted Wonderland and shit and ended up being an early parent of a fire breathing gluttonous cat.

Currently living in a rundown abandoned dorm with three ghosts living with them, they are definitely in need of some madol for the repairs and just.....living...

So why not utilise these skills!

Sketching and sketching ideas for outfits and accessories that could go with it. Once satisfied with some of the ideas, all she needs to do is to find their models.

And she knows just the people...

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The Octavinelle trio have their own charms, it could work with the right methods!

How did they react to the proposition?

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ੈ✩‧₊˚{𝒜𝓏𝓊𝓁 𝒜𝓈𝒽𝑒𝓃𝑔𝓇𝑜𝓉𝓉𝑜}

Combination of stuttering and blushing a bit while trying to be professional at the proposition.

Once he gains composure, he offers a contract in order to split the profits if he were to be a model for Yuu.

And be successful mind you.

But they agree for their ambition and mind states that he will attract the masses with his beauty and charm.

Azul clearly goes red.

When taking measurements, Azul flows quite well and appears confident in his poses he practices, he does get pointers from Yuu and they could pick out the act he puts on quite easily.

He was quite impressed with the drafts he tried on and even gave pointers for accessories that he researched would be popular. Yuu took those into account.

The final outfit comprised of a white see through button-up under a white cropped jacket, black with thin white stripes and black leather boots.

A lot of more accessories with a leather strap wrapped around his waist, silver necklaces, a black leather fingerless glove on the right hand and silver rings on the left hand.

ੈ✩‧₊˚{𝒥𝒶𝒹𝑒 𝐿𝑒𝑒𝒸𝒽}

Unlike Azul, Jade was pretty surprised with the proposition but accepted it.

Yuu has peaked his interest.

Jade seemed quite interested in the craftsmanship that Yuu does and frequently asked her questions purely out of curiosity. Though it did not sound like it to Yuu for a long shot.

Measurement taking went smoothly with few mishaps and unnecessary comments.

When he was given the drafts to try, he liked it a lot and tried giving last minute suggestions of adding mushroom details on his outfit. Again.....Yuu listened and made note of that.

Jade actually sent Yuu mushroom samples that could be used in his outfit. Yuu appreciated the samples but difficulty finding accessories arose when she went searching for some at Sam's shop.

None of them felt right for their creative view.

But on the day of the final reveal, Jade was relatively happy with the final outfit consisting of a frill collared and cuffed shirt paired with a black blazer ending at his midriff with light gold vined patterns, black pants and black loafers with black socks.

Taking into consideration of the mushroom accessories with a thin gold chain belt with little colourful mushrooms attached, small gold rings that held mushroom details in its design and specially found from town was a vintage tree pinecone mushroom brooch that was placed on the side of his chest.

ੈ✩‧₊˚{𝐹𝓁𝑜𝓎𝒹 𝐿𝑒𝑒𝒸𝒽}

Floyd just accepted because he was board and because its Shrimpy giving this proposition, then of course he'll accept!!

Mate has no idea what Yuu really does in detail, he just put together that they make clothes and he's gonna wear them while taking photos.

GETTING MEASUREMENTS WERE SUCH A PAIN FOR YUU! Floyd moved around SO MUCH that Yuu was ready to pop a vessel.

Floyd got quite interested in Yuu's production and frequently popped in at Ramshackle to see the progress Yuu was going. He got to see his drafts early annnnnnnndddd it was so much that he ended up ripping it.

So Yuu had to make another one......

And Floyd was kind of banned from entering Yuu's workspace until they were done.

But on the day of getting the final outfit, he was just having fun with it and actually loved to outfit as it was mainly handmade by Yuu! His little shrimpy!

Comprising of a ruffled collar long-sleeve top, black pants, a black patterned jacket with the sleeves being a see-through material and black combat boots.

Floyd wanted Yuu to deck him out in many accessories (cause he was in a good mood) but he only got some chains coming down on his pants, a few silver rings and an elaborate silver chain necklace that went around his chest.

[luvendrawingonthemoon]

Seliph and Julia :)

Yay the little guys I love them! (sorry for the wait got a lot of stuff to do, I'm trying to get back to it)

They are both what I call “heirs” for the design. And by that, I mean that their design looks a lot like an older person, who have the same role as them, most of the time related to them.

Julia is really in that category. Her color scheme with the white and purple with accent of gold, is really the same as Deirdre, and she also kinda have the same role as her: the holy maiden, with the naga blood, the long dress, pure white but with accent of colors but just soft ones. It’s what transpire the most from her to the point of not having really anything like her father. But I felt like it’s the point, she's breaking free of what her father represents. But she’s also different from her mom, especially with her outfit. It’s way plainer and simpler, less decorated probably because of her upspringing, which was rougher cause of the war.

I don’t really have more to say about this design especially because it has multitude of redesign with more recent artworks (like Deirdre) but if I would modify some stuff on the design, it would be maybe to differentiate her more from her mother, maybe with some red details to evoke her father but also the more passionate and courageous personality she developpe with time.

Seliph, is a good mix of both of their father and mother personalities (but a bit more from Sigurd) and it reflects itself with this cute pie design. But again, there is a lot of redesigns which limit me with interpretations. The longer hair, with the bandana is clearly a reference to Deirdre, they even have the same bangs! While the blue cape with a white/red part and generally the blue color scheme is a reference to Sigurd.

But contrary to them Seliph’s outfit is not white but mostly blue with white and gold accessories, and this is, I think, a symbol of them being less naïve of the violence of the world but will still try to save it with compassion and nobility. And if I remember well one of the most important thing with the second generation is this: to not reproduce the first generation errors who bring them to death (at least most of them).

I don’t think there is a lot to change, maybe some reference to Oifey and Shannan who raised Seliph and the others, but outside of that…

Overall very solids design for their time, simple but very functional. And they are adorable, I love them.

[deathfavor]

Like the previous years, this is going under the read more or its the only thing that would be on anyone's dash ( and really, what else could you want to read?? ) but these two are eternally precious and deserve all the spotlight

@yeonban​​ said: One more year has passed, perhaps the hardest in Hi no Moto's history and certainly one neither of them had quite expected to survive, yet the rays of a new dawn shine on them and against all odds signal a second birthday they can spend together. Whereas only one year ago Soma had obliviously commemorated Seiroku's birthday while completely unaware of his true identity, he is now consciously celebrating the day regardless of the bloody trail it has left on the bushi world at large. Although his existence may have heralded doom and tragedy for the majority of the bushi; for Soma, and for the Date as well, Seiroku has been nothing short of a blessing.

A low hum leaves Soma at the thought, little consideration spared for his unfortunate childhood friends, and crimson eyes glance down at the sleeping figure in his arms when it begins to stir awake, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he leans down to kiss the top of Seiroku's head in greeting. ❛ Good morning, ❜ Rather than give him space though, the red soul adjusts his position to gently press his forehead against Seiroku's, taking advantage of his sleepiness to burn this memory into his brain with each of its minuscule details. But even so, no matter how many times he's already had the opportunity to admire his beloved's beauty and no matter how perfect his memory might be; the sight in front of him always finds a way to portray Seiroku as even more beautiful than he can remember; a quite a commendable feat indeed when the one in front of him isn't even trying in this half-awake state.

❛ Slept well? ❜ The words are whispered softly enough to not irritate Seiroku's ears first thing in the morning, and Soma waits patiently, fondly staring at the yellow soul throughout his waking process before giving him a proper kiss. ❛ Any plans for today? ❜ Unlike last year, there is nothing urgent or monumental to attend to this time around, as had been the band-wide birthday cheer back then. Or at least, so should Seiroku be led to think. ❛ If not, do you want to come with me? There's something I haven't had the chance to show you yet. ❜ A carefully picked set of words, ones that don't imply a birthday gift, even though the surprises in question were very much prepared with this exact day in mind.

Once they leave the warmth of the futon and start preparing for the day ahead, Soma begins to linger near Seiroku, waiting for him to reach for his clothes and realize that atop his usual garments lies a brand new outfit, made out of Hi no Moto's finest materials and bearing a striking resemblance to the belt Soma had gifted him long ago. The outfit and its patterns are also in white and black, as the belt had been and as the yellow soul's wardrobe typically tends to be, but with tasteful bits of real gold sewn in here and there as well, meant to prove Seiroku's newfound prestige as a soon-to-be member of royalty. To harmonize with the gold, dozens of different accessories made of pure gold lay above the outfit too, from hairpins, to necklaces, bracelets, anklets and even face veils, for the other to choose from at his heart's content.

❛ Happy birthday, Seiroku. May you continue to have happiness for a long time, ❜ Soma states when he notices his love has laid eyes on the (first) gifts, the smile from before once again finding its way on his face as the general decides to re-enact what he'd done the year prior by stepping closer and reaching for Seiroku's hand in order to kiss it, reverence shown in how he carefully kisses each knuckle before settling on the back of his hand. If seen from any other person's perspective, it might well appear as though Seiroku is the royal between the two of them, and Soma the one vying for his affection. ❛ I love you. ❜ And it would seem the truth isn't too far off if the rare words he spews, alongside the admiring glint in Soma's eyes when he looks up, are of any indication.

Once they are both ready to leave, Soma unexpectedly offers his hand out for Seiroku to hold, much unlike in their previous year together and despite the potential to be perceived by other members of the band, and begins to calmly steer them towards the castle's main hall. There isn't anything out of the ordinary in his subsequent actions, except for when he brings the both of them to a halt next to the series of immense portraits made in his family's likeness and depicting every noteworthy member of the Date (be they past captains or otherwise considered valuable additions to the band thanks to their accomplishments), with the current captain having been the most recent addition... until not long ago. Right next to Soma's portrait now lies a recently painted portrait of Seiroku in the very clothes he was gifted earlier, the portrait's gold frame subtly tied to Soma's own. ❛ Not bad, right? ❜ Soma utters, looking up towards the painting as though Seiroku's presence on that wall is a given. ❛ I'd say the royal painter got everything right this time around. ❜

But it isn't long before Soma decides to continue their walk after only giving Seiroku enough time to take the portrait in, and proceeds to bring them to a part of the castle which had generally hosted industrial buildings... only for there to no longer be any in sight in that corner of the band. Instead, as perhaps one of Soma's most daring endeavors yet, lies a large, man-made swimming pond implemented specifically for Seiroku's leisure. It had been a test of both Soma's patience and the Date's technology, but at last they have managed to create something similar to a smaller artificial lake within the flying castle's grounds, thus sparing Seiroku from either having to postpone his visits to bodies of water, or being forced to leave the castle each time he wished to be near one. ❛ What do you think? I figured it'd be easier for you to relax if we didn't have to be floating around bodies of water for you to be able to take a swim. No fish to pester you here either, unless you want to add some. ❜

Soma glances up towards the sky after a while, and after the novelty wears off he gently pulls Seiroku in the direction of the plateau where their yearly bushi festival takes place; with their presence signaling the start of a fireworks show taking to the sky, alongside the bustle of the band members' loud birthday wishes for Seiroku. Soma squeezes Seiroku's hand then, and it isn't long until the rest of the members let the birthday man in on the secret they all already know. Namely, Seiroku's birthday is no longer to be considered simply a birthday anymore, but it has been officially decreed as a festival for the Date to celebrate for the rest of their history as a band, which becomes evident in the amount of people gathering for the festivities instead of working; and in the stalls scattered throughout the area. And unlike during the last year cheer, the Date members have positioned themselves evenly on two sides of the road, with a path left in between them for Soma and Seiroku to tread on, which blatantly leads up to the entrance of a building mainly used for ceremonies, where those willing have placed their own gifts for Seiroku. Though they may vary from silk clothes, to medical equipment, to homemade meals and so forth thanks to the difference in everyone's respective assets, what is clear is that everyone who has contributed to the pile, has done so from the heart.

Slowly sleep uncurls its grasp on the slumbering doctor, though it's never a particularly quick process. Certainly not when Soma is still with him and the body heat has him yearning to melt into it and never move again. ( Well, till he inevitable got restless. ) He gives a half-awake hum in response. " Good morning. " He replies, voice soft and a bit slurred with the part of sleep that still clings on. He smiles at the kiss though, and a soft little laugh, sweet and delicate as a small stream leaves him when he feels Soma's forehead against his. He presses back just a fraction, just to show that he is paying attention, that he's aware and the gesture is reciprocated in kind.

He's safe, and he's loved, so he can indulge in this peace he's craved at the root of his soul for so long. Soma seems entranced and Seiroku lifts his hand, fingers gently brushing over his jawline. " You're so handsome. " He murmurs, and he's said it before but he'll never stop saying it. He's always entranced by the other. It makes his chest tighten to think he once thought he'd never get this ever again. Once he would have accepted a sword through his chest and called it love even then. What more can you give to someone than your dying moments, to greet death not with defeat or hatred but a bleeding heart full of love and wishing them nothing but the best? You are my ending, even in violence. But he gets this and it is so much BETTER than what he had once expected.

" I always sleep well when you're here. " Seiroku nuzzles against Soma, tucking his lithe frame against the much broader one to indulge in just a few seconds longer. He grins into their kiss, blue eyes bright and alert to signal he's truly awake. " Mmm...Nothing in particular. " Seiroku answers with a small shrug. Maybe something with the medical team later, enjoy the day off the team had insisted he'd take. Chima had seemed particularly insistent. It might not be anything as big as last year, but Seiroku didn't need that. Never asked or demanded anything. The fact Soma was lazing about with him some was a gift in of itself. Curiosity grows in his chest at Soma's words, intrigued and invested in whatever it might be. " Sure. I'd love to. " He agrees easily, and decides that is enough motivation to encourage him to get up and playfully tug Soma up with him. Mostly only achieved when the red soul goes along with it.

His hair is always the first thing he fixes, brushing out glossy locks and pulling it back into his signature ponytail. It's only then he reaches to go for his usual outfit and STOPS when he sees that there's something new there. Many new things, actually. His fingers linger over the fabric, eyes drifting over the accessories with a smile. The style similarities certainly aren't missed by him and he knows better than to think it was an accident. If it hadn't been for the timeline, he might have otherwise believed it to be an especially long plan. He doesn't really need all this, but he's learned gift-giving seems to be a major love language and he's not inclined to comment otherwise when such care and effort has been made for him.

" You spoil me. " Affection lays heavy in his voice as he smiles and turns to Soma, a gentle shade of pink painting his fair features. " Thank you for this. " He says, voice a soft musical note. He instantly recognizes what Soma is doing, the memory unfurling warm and sweet in his mind as he watches Soma do it again with the same look of awed wonderment. This is his. This isn't a dream. This is his. His eyes widen a fraction at the words; he knows they are true in the depths of his heart even without them being spoken aloud. But it is a joy to hear them every time, rich and sweet. He bows his head with an almost shy giggle as he stands up, up, up onto his tippy toes to properly kiss Soma again. " I love you too. Every piece of my soul. "

It takes a moment to part and get dressed - his hesitation lingering on all the accessories he has to choose from. One of the golden face veils is a given, a bracelet, a hair piece- but his eyes linger on the necklaces for a long time. His scars still linger, when it had bene silver not gold that rested there. A collar of obedience and control, inflicting pain for the stubbornness of another. A reminder that he was a dog on a leash. The scars itch at the thought. There is no demand he wear this - there's far too many accessories for him to even wear all at once. But he wants to do this. Maybe no one else will understand the meaning or weight of it, but Seiroku will. He's not forced to stay, this is his choice. What is love if not a wild animal willingly trusting another? He picks up the lightest looking necklace and hesitates a second before he puts it on... And the itching stops. His scars are soothed under the cool metal and it isn't heavy like silver. He barely feels it and it feels like one more arrow in his side that he's pulled out. He looks at the mirror one more time to ensure he's satisfied before he turns to Soma.

The extended hand is a surprise - one he gladly takes and laces their fingers together. He doesn't know what's changed, he doesn't mind. He's content to follow after Soma as they walk together till they stop alongside the portraits. He remembers the awe the first time he'd seen it all, and he's spent countless hours studying, memorizing, learning. The history of the clan was as important as the future ; something to be valued and respected. He doesn't expect to see his own face. The days of Seiroku having been someone important in the world had died the day the oni and demon metal had arrived. From the very top into the pit of despair. He stares at his portrait in open shock, every paint stroke perfect and flawless. He looks....beautiful. Of course Seiroku knows he's attractive, but that's different. This is beautiful in the way nature is, in something that is felt. And to think he's on the wall with everyone else that's so important. He wants to ask is this how you see me? but swallows instead. " Not bad? I think the painter deserves a little more credit. " He manages to find his voice with a smile. " It's gorgeous. " He should have known outfits and accessories would never be all from Soma. It's still overwhelming how much he is gifted, and everything no matter how small or big always earns the most genuine thanks - never taken for granted nor greed ever present.

He allows himself to be led again, wondering just what Soma has planned. It's not a part of the castle he recognizes as much. Familiar - but one he's only been to here and there. But the buildings are all gone. Seiroku gasps, the veil doing nothing to his his open-mouthed shock at the glittering light of the pool. " How- You- " Seiroku's rarely caught without a coherent remark, but every though and question stumbles over themselves into nothing particularly coherent. It doesn't matter. His happiness is OBVIOUS, when his bright blue eyes rival the very sun or the most perfect blue diamond. He squeezes Soma's hand with a breathless laugh of admiration and shock. He can't fathom how long this must have taken. He feels like a child again, giddy with joy. " What do I think? " He gives an incredulous noise. " That it's beautiful. And that I am going to be a lot easier to convince to relax and take proper breaks. " He adds with a genuine laugh - he's gotten BETTER but there's still times where he's stubborn. " That is true, it is much easier now. I can't believe you managed this - " He pauses only a fraction of a second before " - actually, i can believe it. " Because it's Soma. He hasn't stopped smiling and his cheeks hurt but it's perfect. No one else is around - so Seiroku tugs Soma down a bit closer to his level and gently lifts the face veil to press another kiss to Soma's lips. " Thank you. We're definitely coming here later. Or tomorrow. " It's a statement he intends to be cemented as fact. He smiles and affectionately bumps their noses together before turning back to soak in the awe of the water a little longer. The joy is still flowing in his veins but it settles, no longer a frantic rapid of emotion but a gentle current weaving through his chest.

Intrigue grows when he sees them heading for the plateau, and then he has his answer. The fireworks catch his eyes for the first few before he lowers his eyes again to greet the birthday congratulations that he answers with a smile. His throat feels tight with emotion and he can feel the tears at the corners of his eyes. Happiness lingers in the air so intense that he can practically taste it like a delicious sugary confection. Everyone had known. Everyone had remembered. There's so many stalls and so many people - and that's what he cares about most. It's not the gifts ( though he treasures them all ) , it's not the fireworks, it's not about it being his day. It's about having so many people around celebrating and enjoying each other's company. THAT'S what is most precious to Seiroku. His free hand lifts to delicately wipe away at the tears in his eyes ( and he spots the medical team with knowing grins on their faces that has him swallow back a laugh. ) " I didn't expect happy tears to be a yearly tradition too. " He whispers to Soma with a trembling laugh - but his voice is rich and warm and happy. It touches his heart to see the heartfelt gifts everyone has given him ; not because of what the gifts ARE so much as what they REPRESENT. Love, acceptance, a place where he finally, finally, belongs. He turns to everyone with a shout of thanks and a beaming smile, his chest so warm and full when everyone cheers that he'd almost fear it would explode. He turns his head just slightly as everything really picks up to try to hide the few more tears that escape, but his smile had never once faltered or faded. No, this is simply perfect.

[murmaiderii]

A BETTER WORLD CHAPTER 3: SHE WANTS REVENGE

NSFW, MDNI, also available on ao3

Marty walks up to her parents’ front porch and groans as she knocks. She has a key, but she knows if she lets herself in, her parents will hound her about sneaking up on them. “What if we thought you were a burglar?” “We might have called the cops on you.” “Always text us before you come over.” They worry about every possible scenario. Her dad, Carl Helsin, peers through the peephole and opens the door for his elder daughter. 

“Is everything alright, Marty?” Her father asks. “Why do you smell spicy?”

“I— ugh, my neighbors were giving me trouble. Can I stay here a couple nights?” Carl moves aside and lets his daughter in.

“I don’t know why you choose to live in that awful place when you know we always have room for you. I think it’s high time you moved back home until you can afford somewhere safer,” Carl lectures.

“I need my own space, dad. I think better when I’m alone.” She also needs somewhere she can bring boys back to, though she hasn’t done that much lately. She’s already been through all the hot, single men in the area. There aren’t a whole lot of them. 

“Is that Marty?” Her mother, Marissa, yells from upstairs.

“Hi, mom!” Marty yells back. Time for the real lecture to begin. Her mom skips down the steps and wraps her in a hug. 

“Please tell me you’re here because you finally came to your senses.”

“I’m just here for one night, mom. I had a little altercation with a neighbor and I gotta lay low,” Marty explains.

“Honestly, Marty, you need to stop antagonizing people!” “I wasn’t antagonizing them. They were just being too loud and I asked them to quiet down.”

“Yes, but how did you say it?”

“Doesn’t matter how I said it. They’re not reasonable people.” Marissa shakes her head.

“Oh, Marty. When will you learn that the world isn’t against you,” her mother sighs.

“Mom—” She cuts herself off before she can tear into her mom for never believing her. She can’t think of a single time in her life where her parents took her side. “I’m tired, alright? We can talk about things in the morning.”

“I just think you should—”

“Mom! In the morning. I was working late and need to sleep.” Marty darts to her childhood room before her mom can talk her ear off and slams the door behind her. She doesn’t feel any more at ease in the sparsely decorated bedroom. Her parents never let her do much with it growing up, and she took the few details of personalization with her when she left. Maybe she shouldn’t have let that man use the room in the bar. She could’ve taken it for herself. 

She crawls into the hard mattress her parents picked out when she was 10. They wouldn’t let her have the softer one she wanted because hard ones are, supposedly, better for her back. She didn’t sleep well until she moved out, but she’s exhausted enough from fleeing from her neighbors to pass out quickly. 

“Fuckin’ hell…” Marty wakes up with a groan and a stretch. She had forgotten just how uncomfortable her old bed was. Pure white winter light breaks through her flowy white curtains. She always asked for blackout curtains, but it didn’t fit her mom’s ideal vision for her home. She also never allowed Marty to paint her pastel blue room in the obnoxious, glittery gold that she had wanted ever since she saw the paint shade in one of her middle school friend’s rooms. 

Her parents and sister will already be up. She’s always the last one up. There’s a slim chance of her being able to get out the front door and go anywhere else before someone can catch her, but she’s sure as hell going to attempt it. She freshens up in her en suite bathroom and changes into jeans and a gray pullover shirt, an easy outfit for an easy getaway. She raids her old closet to see if any of her old coats are in there so she doesn’t have to waste time finding one in the downstairs coat closet. The only one in there is from when she was a preteen. It’s a little small on her now, but it’ll have to do. 

She opens her bedroom door as silently as possible. She carefully skips the one step that creaks on her way downstairs. Her parents and sister are talking in the dining room. She has a clear shot from the stairs to the front door. As quietly as she can, she rushes across the carpeted floor. Door opens. One foot out. She made it—

“Marty, where are you going? We still have to talk about your… situation.” Marissa rounds the corner of the dining room to the foyer and stops Marty in her tracks. Damn. 

“I’m meeting Stephanie for coffee. Can’t stick around,” she lies. 

“Oh, you know that girl is late to everything. Just come talk to us for ten minutes. It’s important,” her mom demands. Marty sighs and steps back inside. She and her mom join the other half of the family in the dining room. 

“You were being loud last night,” her sister, Dana, complains. 

“Hey, I was just trying to go to bed. Mom and dad were the ones trying to have a dialogue,” Marty defends herself. 

“Well, why the hell were you even coming here so late? It would’ve been quiet if you stayed home.”

“She seems to have upset her neighbors,” their mom says to Dana. Marty pinches the bridge of her nose. 

“They were upsetting me. They literally threatened my life, mom.”

“You shouldn’t be living next to such violent people, Marty. You’re not safe there,” her dad chastises. 

“Now, Carl, you know how Marty likes to exaggerate. I’m sure she can fix it if she apologizes to them.”

“I bet it wasn’t even an argument. It was probably some weird sex thing between you and your neighbors that went too far. Are you banging your neighbors?” Dana jabs a fork in Marty’s direction. Marty slams a fist on the table. 

“I am not banging my freakshow neighbors!” She shouts. 

“Could you girls please stop being so vulgar?” Marty lets out a frustrated scream. 

“How am I in the wrong for asking my neighbors to shut the fuck up for once? How am I in the wrong for leaving when they started banging on my door!? Jesus, mom, I can’t be in the wrong 100% of the time! Could you take my side fucking once!?”

“Wouldn’t have been an issue if you moved home,” her dad says, much more calmly than her. Marty stands up. 

“I’m out of here. I’m out of here. It’s too fucking early to do this.” She speed walks to the front door. Her mother follows after her. 

“Dear, if you would just—”

“Don’t. Just don’t.” Marty slams the front door behind her and gets into her car, not knowing where exactly she wants to go. 

An hour into her aimless wandering, Marty remembers the reason she had to stay with her parents in the first place. That Stan guy was still occupying the extra room in the bar. She should really go make sure he didn’t steal anything or smoke in the establishment. A drink couldn’t hurt either. She leaves the empty parking lot she was loitering in and heads for her place of employment. 

Federal laws are a crock of shit. Why should Stan have to stand outside in the freezing cold just to smoke when there’s a perfectly good, warm room right inside? But he’s banking on that Marty broad letting him use that room for a few nights, and she’ll kick him out for sure if she catches the place smelling like tobacco. He sees the same car that was parked outside of the bar last night pull into the exact same spot. His landlord has arrived. 

“Put that out,” she demands as she gets out of her car and storms towards the bar. Stan complies, snuffing the cancer stick out with a metal pocket ashtray. “You can’t smoke within ten feet of the bar.” She yanks the door open and Stan follows her in. She heads straight for the room he just slept in and checks it over. 

“Didn’t steal nothin’,” Stan promises. Marty looks up at him with sharp, demonic eyes. “I mean it, kid! I left everything where I found it.”

“Want a drink?” She asks, stomping behind the bar and pouring herself a glass of medium priced whiskey.

“You buying?” She nods. “I’ll have what you’re having.” Marty slides him a full glass of the same whiskey. He watches her pound her glass and refill it before he can take his first sip. “Uh, not that it’s my business, but is everything okay, kid?” She slams her glass on the counter.

“No. My life is a mess.”

“Pfft, tell me about it.” Stan takes a long sip. “Nothin’s gone right for me since I was a kid.”

“At least you had a point in your life where things did go right. I’ve been feeling like I’m drowning since the day I was born. Ya know what happened to me after I left you here?”

“What?” He asks.

“I have these neighbors who haven’t stopped arguing since I moved into my building. They’re loud. Keep everyone in the building up. I finally snapped last night and told them to shut it. But of course, crazy people like that don’t just realize that they’re crazy and stop being crazy. The bastards started banging on my door, and I don’t like the 2-1 odds if I tried to fight ‘em. So, I got them with a pepper spray sneak attack and got outta there. But, because you were sleeping here, I couldn’t.”

“I wouldn’ta minded sharing a bed with you, toots,” Stan flirts. Marty grabs the rim of his beanie and pulls it over his eyes.

“I don’t wanna break your hips, bud.”

“Alright, so where’d ya stay? Ya didn’t sleep in your car, I hope.” He’s done it enough times to not want a pretty young thing to suffer through the same.

“I should’ve done that. I had to spend the night with my family, sleeping in the same shitty bed I slept in my whole adolescence.”

“Ugh, parents,” Stan scoffs.

“Were yours strict, too?”

“My father was. But you don’t wanna hear about all that. C’mon, tell me the rest of the story,” Stan urges.

“My parents are obsessed with the idea of me moving home, at least until they can find a nice man to marry me off to. My dad’s concerned with how dangerous my building is, which it is, but anything beats living under my mom’s constant scrutiny. The woman’s convinced that every misfortune in my life is my own fault. I could get hit by a car while walking on the sidewalk and she’d blame me for going outside.”

“Sounds rough.” Stan raises his glass. “To shitty parents.”

“To shitty parents.” Marty clinks Stan’s glass with hers. She shotguns her second glass. Stan takes his time, not expecting another free drink. One was surprise enough. Marty watches the much older man nurse the whiskey. The brand is three times the price of the cheap crap she served him the night before. His lips wrap around the rim of the glass and suck in another splash of booze. It makes her think of his lips on his cigarette before she made him put it out. He looked good with that cigarette hanging from his mouth.

While he’s distracted by the booze, she takes the time to better observe his appearance. His gray hair, though thick, is hard and unkempt. The lines on his face reveal years of struggle, and possible self abuse. Probably from the booze and smokes. There’s a crack in his left glasses lens. And he’s obese. Not morbidly obese, but obese. And yet, he’s almost attractive to Marty. And what better way to get back at her parents than to get with the last guy in the world they would ever want her to have.

“Hey, wanna help me piss ‘em off?” She asks.

“Your parents? Whaddya have in mind?”

“Follow me.” Marty leaves her glass on the counter and heads for the back room. Stan swallows thickly. This can’t possibly be going where he thinks it’s going. “Close the door behind you.” He shuts the door, leaving him and Marty alone in the private room. The private room with a bed. Sweat beads form on his forehead. She takes her gray sweater off and tosses it to the floor, revealing her tight camisole underneath.

“What’re you doin’ kid?” Stan nervously asks.

“My parents want me to have a traditional life, one with a nice husband and 2.5 kids and a white picket fence or whatever. I want nothing to do with that. What better way to piss them off than to hook up with the exact opposite of the man they see me with?”

“W-whoa, kid, don’t you think that’s a little extreme?”

“Extreme is what I’m aiming for, Stan. I’ll leave if you’re not interested, but—”

“Oh, I’m interested. I’m very interested. But I don’t think you wanna do this,” Stan cautions. “You’d be makin’ a huge mistake gettin’ in bed with a guy like me.”

“What happened to all that flirty bravado from before?”

“I never thought ya’d actually take me up on it! I’m nothin’ but trouble, kid. I’m serious, ya don’t want this.” Marty sits on the bed and spreads her legs wide.

“Why don’t you let me decide what I do or don’t want?” She beckons him over with a finger, a severe look on her face. Stan’s body moves on its own. He throws his sweatshirt to the side and sits between her legs.

“I don’t got a condom,” he says quietly.

“Don’t need one. I’m on birth control.” His hands start shaking.

“Yer seriously gonna let me rawdog ya?” She nods. “Holy fuck.” Unable to resist any longer, he pushes her down on the bed and hovers over her, his thick stomach crushing her tiny waist. His lips crash roughly, greedily into hers. Instant fireworks between them. She can feel the beginning of his erection poking through his jeans. She tears her camisole off, allowing him to gaze upon the bra covering her big tits.

“Want me to take this off, too?” She reaches her hands behind her back to unclasp her bra, but doesn’t remove it until Stan enthusiastically nods. Stan’s eyes bug out of his head when he sees her hard, pink nipples.

“Can I…”

“You can do whatever you want.” He attacks her breasts with his eager hands, squeezing her tits like stress balls. It’s a little painful, but she lets him go for it. He’s acting like a man who hasn’t touched a woman in years. “Want them in your mouth?”

“Yer killin’ me, kid.” He takes his hands away and starts sucking on her nipples, making her moan. She lies all the way back and locks her ankles around Stan’s hips. 

“Not too much foreplay, alright? I’ve already been through all the attractive men in town and I haven’t had a good dick in me for a while.”

“Don’t gotta tell me twice.” He unbuckles her belt and rips her jeans and panties off in one fell swoop. He unbuckles his own belt and pulls his pants down just enough for his dick and balls to be freed. She moves her foot to block him from entering her.

“Nope. Clothes off, or mine go back on,” she orders.

“You don’t wanna see me naked, sugar.”

“Yes, I do. Take it off, baby.” Stan sighs and follows her orders. She might cut this thing short when he shows her what he looks like, but she’ll definitely cut it short if he doesn’t comply. He sheds his shirt for her, exposing his round gut and hairy chest. She takes in the view, a neutral expression on her face.

“Fuck, say somethin’, sweetheart,” he begs.

“You’re really fucking hot,” she finally says. His eyes go wide. “Pants off. I need you in me.” His pants and boxers are gone in an instant. His fingers prod at her entrance. She’s already plenty wet. There’s no need for any more formalities. It’s time for revenge.

[startseeingstars]

Collision Path - Mike 5lbs of Pressure

CH28 Mike’s POV 🎶 Death of an Executioner - Pierce the Veil 🎶

TW - violence, drugs

My stomach was a mess of nerves as I walked into the club. The buzz from the bump of coke I’d just had in the car was finally kicking in and I could feel myself getting more confident.

I nodded at the familiar bouncer, holding the brim of my hat. It was a Tuesday night. Maddi was working at the bar and she had no idea I was here.

I hated the idea of going behind her back, but we both wanted out of this place and this deal would make that happen.

Leff’s car keys jingled, burning a hole in my pocket as I walked. He’d murder me if he knew I’d stolen his car - but he would be none the wiser when I returned it later. I’d had a busy afternoon since Maddi left for work.

I’d gone back to Jamal, the dealer I’d met weeks ago with Leff. Luckily, the deal they had offered him was still up for grabs. I got the details of the guy cooking it and went straight to the warehouse as soon as I’d seen Leff get home. Dumb ass didn’t change the code to the warehouse door - but to be honest, I don’t think he’d ever suspect me doing something like this.

I sat down in a booth across from ER and two of his goons, while another stood guard nearby.

“Where’s Leff?” ER’s face was like stone, voice deep. His outfit looked more expensive than my collective wardrobe, gold rings decorating his chubby fingers.

“I got a proposition for you.” I swallowed, sniffling slightly as my nose continued to burn.

“Proposition? Shit. I talk direct to Leff.” He waved his hand dismissively.

“Uh, this ain’t Leff’s deal. It’s mine.” I said. He cocked an eyebrow and sat back slightly, but I couldn’t read his face.

“What’s the deal?”

“Kilo of pure, clean, white H. It’s a steal.” I assured him and he licked his lips.

“If it’s such a steal, how come Leff ain’t buying?”

“My mother, uh, Leff’s sister - she fucked up and OD’d on the shit. Leff won’t go near it.” I explained. Quiet for another moment.

“Take me to your man. I’ll deal directly.” He was trying to get me to pussy out, but I couldn’t. I needed this for Mads.

“Oh, you know I can’t do that. C’mon, you’ll make at least 100k. It’s pure, you can cut that shit up like crazy.” I chuckled a little, trying to persuade him as my gut churned anxiously. I should have eaten before this.

“How much?” He asked. I’d hooked him.

“It’s um… 40k.” I didn’t dare tell him it was actually 30k. That extra 10k was for me and Mads.

“You’re getting played.” He shook his head slightly and I clenched my fist under the table.

“No, it’s for real.” I reassured him and he sighed.

“Alright. Bring it to me and I’ll hit you with the cash.” He challenged and I licked my painfully dry lips.

“No, I-I need the money up front. I don’t have it to just lay out like that.” I watched his face, but he kept whatever he was hiding hidden.

“You’re here making a loan, then. Not a deal.” It wasn’t a question.

“C’mon, man. You know me.” I laughed a little, feeling the nerves bubbling up more now.

“I know shit. You want a loan, then it’s the same as everybody else. This ain’t a charity, mother fucker.” He pointed his index finger to the table as he spoke and I swallowed.

“Alright - uh, then give me the loan and I’ll come back tomorrow night to settle up.” This wasn’t how I wanted shit to go, but I could still get the money - still get the fuck out of here with Maddi.

“What’re you putting up for collateral?” He asked, unenthusiastically.

I pulled the car keys out my pocket and placed them on the table, taking my hand back quickly to avoid them seeing how shaky I was.

“I got Leff’s car right out front.” ER smirked as goon number one swiped the keys off the table.

I checked the address on my phone and looked up at the dingy building. This was the place.

The stack of cash in my jacket pocket was heavy, but not as heavy as the lead in my stomach. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel a little in over my head.

A guy stood at the doorstep of the building as I approached.

“What’s up?” He asked, avoiding looking at me.

“Ray?” That was the name I’d be told to ask for. He nodded, still avoiding my eyes.

“Y-you got my stuff?” I asked, nervously.

“Alright, let’s have it.” My chest tightened.

“Where’s - where’s my stuff?” He didn’t have anything on him - and no jacket to hide it in either.

“Money first.” He demanded. I shook my head - immediately remembering the first thing Leff had taught me.

“No, no way, man.” Please don’t fuck with me, I thought.

“Fuck off then.” He turned to leave and my heart began pounding.

“Wait, wait, wait, wait!” I knew how desperate I sounded, but I couldn’t care. He finally looked at me, expectantly.

“How long is it gonna take?” I asked.

“I’ll be right back.” I dug into my pocket and handed him the heavy envelope.

“A-alright. Hurry.” I said as he walked inside. My gut was going crazy and I cursed. Why can’t these fuckers just be straight forward? We all want something.

My mind wandered to Maddi. I hoped she’d never find out I was doing this. I was just gonna tell her Leff gave me some money that my Mom had left me in her will… not that she had one. Or money, for that matter.

I panicked when the asshole didn’t come back. My heart didn’t stop racing for what felt like hours. I’d smashed all the buttons at the door, begging for someone to let me in so I could find that fucker and get my money back, at least until someone had threatened to call the cops.

I contemplated telling Maddi what I’d done, but couldn’t bring myself to do it. I knew how scared and disappointed she would be. This was my fuck up, not hers.

I’d made my way back to the club, making sure to snort the last bit of coke I’d had to ease my nerves somewhat. It would be fine. ER and Leff were tight - I would be okay.

I was feeling pretty sure about that until ER sat across from me, right where we had sat hours earlier.

“I ran into a little trouble.” I admitted sheepishly, placing the 10k I’d put aside for Maddi and I on the table.

“H-here’s ten grand back. I just need a little time to get the rest together. I’ll start paying it off right away.” I finally met his gaze. To my surprise, he looked amused.

“You got it, kid.” I felt a small release of tension in my muscles and let out a relieved chuckle.

“R-really?”

“Sure, take your time.”He nodded, offering a small smile.

“Oh-oh, man, thank you. You, uh, you think I could get the car back?” I asked, half expecting him to say no. He burst into laughter, as did the goons. I laughed along with him, shaking my head. Of course, not. It was collateral.

ER stood and snapped his fingers.

“Bring this piece of shit out.”

I was ripped from the booth and my heart began pounding harder than I’d ever felt it before. They dragged me outside and threw me into the brick wall before pinning me against it roughly. ER pulled something from his jacket pocket. The knife flashed silver under the dim lighting of the alley.

“Wait, wait, wait -“

[melit0n]

I read ur tags about the new ST masks and honestly, I agree, it's very different (very Slipknot and gore-ish) and right now, the discography and overall vibe doesn't match(like a handful of songs have a true metal quality to it) and unless they're gonna start releasing new stuff the vibes kind of...clash? And so far Vessel is the same, so I'm wondering if the others just wanted to stand out more and were given creative freedom or if everything is going to shift at some point :/ I also think its a bit been there done that (but the simpler black and gold mask I like) the others remind me of the Joker or a Shrunken Head

Thank you for the ask anon! To be honest, I saw 'I read it tags about the new ST mask...' and I panicked thinking I was about to get left-right-goodnighted in an ask, but I'm glad it wasn't so, lol.

Further, I'm glad someone agrees with me. I said what I said in my tags on twt and within the hour I had 20+ people in my replies quote tweeting me saying how I 'wasn't a proper fan for not liking the change', how I 'should leave and stop listening if I was going to be negative', and (my personal favourite because it was so absurd) 'you're so one of the people that found them through TikTok. Good to have a cleanse of the fandom if you were only here because you have a mask kink'.

Even had someone tell me to off myself! Which was, y'know, lovely. I don't have any screenshots because I was just sat there trying to figure out how to reply to them, then saw the one that told me to off myself and just had a little overwhelmed cry and deleted the tweet, in which I then got tagged in a now deleted tweet calling me a pussy. You are so loved my ass.

I deleted it because it made me feel really shit about myself (for obvious reasons), but it made me feel more shit when I woke up the next day seeing people say the same things I did (like hoping it was only a Wembly thing, but considering the amount of detail and effort that's been put into those outfits and masks, I think not), and getting nothing but acceptance and neutrality in the replies. I'm not particularly popular on twt since people are fond of copy and pasting my post about Euclid, not giving credits, blocking me when I ask them to, and when their mutuals see that I'm blocked by them they just have at me for no reason, but I think it says a lot about a fandom if they can go from getting everyone to hold up a three for iii at the concerts out of pure adoration to telling someone to off themselves because they don't like the new designs. (sorry for the rant about twt anon)

I'll repeat what I said in my tags; they feel very out of place to me. Again, maybe it's just the fact I'm used to the balaclavas since I've been around here for a while, so all I've really known is Vessel's custom mask and the collective of balaclavas, but they just don't match. They stick out more than Vessel does, both design and colour pallet wise. Vessel is in full black with white accents and a white, red and gold mask, the Esperas are in full black with white accents and a red mask. And then the guys are there, y'know? Don't get me wrong, the amount of detail and effort that's been put into the designs are amazing, and they definitely have to have given each member creative freedom because each mask and design matches the lad's vibe immaculately (especially iii's), but it doesn't match Sleep Token's vibe as a collective. I like IV's design best because his matches his stage presence and ST's vibe (as you said, the simpler gold and black mask), as well as ii's (minus the hair).

I think maybe the hair on ii's and iii's masks in general are throwing me off lol.

Furthermore, Sleep Token's only full on trad metal songs are Gods from Sundowning and Vore from TMBTE, so I got really surprised when I was basically looking at Slipknot masks curated for Sleep Token. ST are known to genre bend constantly, so maybe we will get new stuff. But, considering they've had the same vibe in their music since 2016, I'd be a bit surprised if their new single/new album was just all trad metal, or at least has a lot of aspects of it, but who knows! Maybe change for them is inevitable.

I think it's well known on this blog that the passing of time and change in literally anything is my mortal enemy so seeing this kind of randomly happen gave me whiplash. I don't think I can love the new designs as much as I loved the old balaclavas, but that doesn't mean I don't like Sleep Token anymore, y'know? All I can really do is apologise for having a non super positive opinion and hope people don't hound me on here for it (which, so far, they haven't, and I appreciate you very much for being really chill about this anon). Give me a week and I'll probably be on the boat of liking them and making analysis posts on all the little details, lol

[baldwinivmybeloved]

(মন্দ)⠀Charper VI , Jerusalem ⸺ Allishah x Baldwin IV

The king and the rose

The dawn broke in soft shades of pink and gold, bathing Jerusalem Castle in an ethereal light that promised a day of splendor. The bustle of preparations filled the air, with servants and artisans working diligently to transform the great hall into a haven of opulence. Garlands of white and lilac flowers hung from the arches and ceilings, filling the air with a sweet perfume that evoked the promise of new life.

The tables were covered with crimson velvet tablecloths, adorned with gold candelabras and floral arrangements that glowed in the glow of the candles. The soft music of harps and flutes filled the air, creating an atmosphere of serenity and celebration. In the center of the room, a white marble altar, decorated with intricate carvings and lit candles, waited to witness the union of two souls.

Allishah, dressed in a delicate blue silk dress that enhanced her youthful beauty, walked around the room with a mixture of awe and nostalgia. Her heart was pounding as she took in every detail, knowing that the moment her mother had waited for so long had finally arrived. He approached Silvia, who was being prepared in an adjacent room.

Silvia, radiant in her ivory lace bridal dress, looked at her daughter with eyes full of love and pride. Her dark hair, tied up in an elaborate bun adorned with small pearls, shone in the candlelight. Her hands trembled slightly as she adjusted the last details of her outfit.

“Allishah, my dear daughter,” Silvia said in a soft voice, taking her daughter's hands in hers. “Today is a day of new beginnings, not only for me, but also for us. I want you to always remember to be brave and follow your heart, no matter what fate has in store for us.”

Allishah, with tears in her eyes, nodded. “Mom, I promise you I will be strong. “I am so happy for you and what is to come.”

When the doors to the great hall opened, a wave of excitement ran through the guests. Silvia, with her dress that seemed to float above the floor, walked down the aisle accompanied by Allishah. The murmurs of admiration and warm smiles from those present created an atmosphere of pure happiness.

Reynald waited at the end of the hallway, his hardened face softening at the sight of his future wife. Dressed in ceremonial armor and a red cape, he stood out as a noble warrior, ready to protect and love. Upon reaching the altar, he took Silvia's hands and looked into her eyes with an intensity that promised eternal devotion.

The priest, dressed in gold and white robes, began the ceremony with a resonant voice that filled the hall. “Today we gather to unite Silvia and Reynald in holy matrimony, in a pact of love and loyalty before God and these witnesses.”

Allishah, standing next to her mother, watched every moment with a mixture of admiration and melancholy. The vows exchanged resonated in his heart, reminding him of the strength of love and the hope for a better future.

“Silvia,” Reynald said, his voice deep and solemn, “I promise to love you, respect you, and protect you every day of my life. “You are my strength and my inspiration.”

Silvia, with tears of joy, responded, “Reynald, I accept your love and I promise to be faithful, support you and walk by your side in all the trials and triumphs that life brings us.”

Inés and Sibylla, sitting in places of honor, watched with eyes full of emotion and pride. Baldwin, although present only briefly due to his failing health, smiled approvingly, his eyes shining with a mixture of wisdom and tenderness.

Finally, the priest raised his hands in blessing. “May the love of God guide you and protect you always. I declare that you are now husband and wife.”

The room erupted in applause and cheers, and Reynald bowed his head to gently kiss Silvia, sealing their union before everyone's eyes. Allishah, watching with a bright smile, felt a mix of hope and determination. He knew that this was just the beginning of a new chapter in their lives, one that promised to be full of challenges, but also love and strength.

The afternoon sun filtered through the castle's tall windows, bathing the courtyard in a warm golden light. The sound of horses' hooves and the bustle of servants preparing to leave filled the air. Reynald and Silvia, now united in marriage, were preparing to leave for Kerak, their new home.

Silvia, in her ivory traveling dress, adjusted the last details of her outfit while chatting with some of the servants. His face, although serene, showed a mixture of excitement and apprehension at the separation that was about to occur. Reynald, always the imposing warrior, supervised the preparation of his horse, his face hard but with a slight softness that only Silvia could provoke.

Allishah, wearing a simple but elegant dress, stood to the side, watching every movement. His heart was pounding, and his thoughts swirled in a mixture of sadness and anxiety. The idea of ​​staying in Jerusalem without her mother filled her with uncertainty, although she knew it was the best for both of them.

Silvia approached her daughter, her eyes full of love and concern. He took Allishah's hands in his and looked at her tenderly. “Allishah, my dear, I promise you that everything will be okay. I trust that you will know how to take care of yourself and make the best decisions. Jerusalem is a safe place and you will be surrounded by people who love you.”

Allishah, feeling tears gathering in her eyes, nodded bravely. “Mom, I promise you I will be strong. I will miss you every day, but I know this is the best for you and Reynald.”

Silvia smiled and hugged her daughter tightly, transmitting all her love and security. “And I will miss you, my little one. But remember that I will always be with you, in your heart and in your thoughts.”

Reynald, observing the scene with a slight smile, approached both women. “Allishah, I will take care of your mother and Kerak. And you take care of Jerusalem and yourself. I am sure you will do wonderful things here.”

Allishah nodded again, trying to maintain her composure. “Thank you, Reynald. I wish you the best in your new home.”

With a final farewell glance, Silvia and Reynald mounted their horses and headed towards the castle gate. The guards lifted the heavy gate, and the couple advanced slowly, surrounded by a small retinue of knights and servants. Allishah watched from the courtyard, her heart heavy with the impending separation.

Sadness filled Allishah's eyes as she watched her mother walk away. I felt a mixture of desolation and determination. She knew she had to be strong and brave, just like her mother had taught her. As the horses rode away, a light breeze lifted her hair, taking her fears with it and whispering promises of a bright, hopeful future.

Allishah stood there, watching until the last gleams of the knights' armor disappeared in the distance. He felt a lump in his throat, but also a spark of resolve. She knew she had a role to play in Jerusalem, and that her mother trusted her. With one last look toward the horizon, she turned around and walked back to the castle, determined to face her destiny with courage and grace.

The echo of the hooves of Silvia and Reynald's horses faded into the distance, leaving a heavy silence in the Jerusalem castle. Allishah, with her gaze still lost on the horizon, felt a soft hand on her shoulder. She turned to see Ines, Baldwin and Sibylla's mother, looking at her with a warmth that only a mother could have.

Inés, a woman with an elegant bearing and eyes full of wisdom, smiled tenderly at him. "Allishah, dear, you are not alone. Come with us." Beside Agnes, Sibylla, with her serene beauty and caring nature, nodded, inviting her to enter the castle.

As they walked through the wide hallways adorned with tapestries and sculptures, Allishah couldn't help but feel a little lost, like a child in a world that was too big and complex. Inés and Sibylla, sensing her concern, made sure to keep her close, wrapping her in a bubble of warmth and security.

In a cozy room, with a crackling fireplace and comfortable seats, Ines sat next to Allishah, taking her hands in hers. "Dear child, we know that this change is difficult for you. But I want you to know that this castle is now your home as much as it is for us. You will be well taken care of here."

Sibylla joined them, gently stroking Allishah's hair. "We are very excited to have you with us, Allishah. Your presence brings a special light to this place. We promise that we will do everything we can to make you feel happy and comfortable."

Allishah, with tears in her eyes, looked at the two women with a mixture of gratitude and vulnerability. "Thank you, Inés. Thank you, Sibylla. I don't know what I would do without you. I'm... scared and alone, and I miss my mother. But you make me feel safe."

Inés hugged her firmly, as only a mother can do, filling the void left by Silvia. "My dear, we all feel scared and lonely sometimes. But here, we support each other. You are part of our family now."

Sibylla, with a comforting smile, added, "And we will always be here for you, Allishah. This castle is full of life and adventure. We will find many ways to keep ourselves busy and happy."

Allishah, with her childish and playful spirit, began to relax and smile. "Really? Will I be able to explore and discover new things here?"

Inés and Sibylla laughed softly, pleased to see her joy. "Of course, little one. There is much to discover in this castle, and we will be with you every step of the way," Ines said.

"And don't worry about the fun," Sibylla added. "We have many stories to tell and adventures to live. We are excited to share them with you."

Allishah, feeling lighter and encouraged, hugged both women tightly. "Thank you, really. I'll do my best to be good company and learn from you. I'm looking forward to this new adventure!"

Inés and Sibylla exchanged a look full of love and satisfaction. They knew that although the road ahead would be challenging, they had the strength and love to face any obstacle together. And with Allishah by their side, they knew the future would be brighter and full of hope.

The morning sun filtered its golden rays through the stained glass windows of the castle's great library, creating a mosaic of light and shadow on the stone floor. Allishah, with her innate curiosity, walked through the hallways, exploring every corner with the same excitement as a child discovering a new toy. It was then that his eyes landed on a familiar figure, leaning over a table full of books.

There was Baldwin, the leper king, surrounded by ancient volumes and scrolls. Despite his illness, his majestic bearing and dignity remained intact. Allishah watched him for a moment, marveling at his dedication to books and knowledge.

“Your Majesty,” he said with a playful smile as he approached, “it seems that books are your most faithful companions.”

Baldwin looked up, his eyes shining behind the mask that hid his face. “Allishah, good to see you. Books have been my most constant friends, it's true. Here I find comfort and wisdom.”

Allishah sat next to him, so close that their knees touched. “I've always liked stories, you know. Long, complicated stories are for very smart people,” he said with a mischievous laugh. “But the stories... those are magical.”

Baldwin smiled under his mask. “Do you know any special stories that you like?”

“There in France, they told me some stories. But I'd love to hear one from you. Could you tell me one, Baldwin?” Her words were a sweet whisper, filled with innocent flirtation.

Baldwin nodded, touched by her enthusiasm. “Sure, Allishah. Let me find a suitable story.”

Allishah gushed like a child, leaning on Baldwin's shoulder, her eyes fixed on him in admiration. While searching for the right book, she couldn't help but notice the mask that covered his face, imagining the stories that were hidden behind it.

Finally, Baldwin found an old tome and began to read in a soft, melodious voice, filling the library with the magic of his words. Allishah listened attentively, her eyes shining with excitement, each word a note in a lullaby that enveloped her.

The story was of princesses and dragons, of brave knights and enchanted kingdoms. As Baldwin's voice narrated, Allishah sank into a sweet sleep, her breathing soft and calm. At the end of the story, Baldwin closed the book and looked at the young woman, now asleep next to him, a tender smile curling his lips under the mask.

Careful not to wake her, Baldwin settled himself better, allowing Allishah to rest against him. At that time, the library seemed a haven of peace in the midst of a turbulent world, and Baldwin, the leprosy-scarred king, found solace in the company of the innocent and charming Allishah.

Allishah was still asleep, leaning against Baldwin, her breathing calm and even. Baldwin watched her silently, his mind filling with thoughts as he admired her angelic face.

Allishah's long, curled eyelashes moved slightly with each breath. Baldwin thought of the vitality and youth that the young woman radiated. It was as if everything he touched was filled with life and light.

"She's so young and full of life," thought Baldwin. "Her laugh, her energy... it's all I'm missing. How can someone be so pure and bright in such a dark world?"

Allishah's pink lips, like a freshly unbuttoned flower, fascinated him. "His words are like soft petals," Baldwin mused. "Each phrase of his is a caress for the soul, a reminder of the beauty that still exists in the world."

Allishah's silver hair, so similar to that of angels, fell in soft waterfalls around her face. Baldwin ran his fingers lightly through a strand, marveling at its softness. "That innocence, that purity... it reminds me of what I once was. Before the leprosy, before everything changed."

Baldwin looked at his own hands, one of them so marked by the disease. "What right do I have to be around someone so perfect?" he wondered. "My life is marked by pain and struggle. And yet, here she is, trusting me, showing me that there is still hope."

Baldwin's mind was filled with memories of his childhood, of days when he had also been full of life and dreams. "Every day I spend with her, I feel a spark of who I once was. Her presence gives me strength, reminds me that even in the midst of darkness, there is light."

Finally, Baldwin felt an unexpected peace. "Maybe, just maybe, her light can illuminate even my darkened soul. And even though I know I don't deserve her affection, I can't help but want to protect her, care for her. Because in her I see the possibility of redemption, of finding a purpose beyond my illness. "

With those thoughts in his mind, Baldwin let the young woman continue to rest against him, knowing that, although their time together might be brief, each moment was a treasure that he would cherish forever.

[watsername]

what are your favorite met gala looks, if you have those? could be any year

oh my god okay so i could talk about this all day but i’m gonna choose a masculine and feminine look from my two favourite gala themes and talk about them

2018: HEAVENLY BODIES

this is by far the BEST met gala theme there has ever been . this was the most iconic year with honestly the most beautiful garments . it’s hard to pick a favourite bc there was so many gorgeous ones like shot out to zendaya and her joan of arc outfit that was gorgeous, and blake lovely rihanna cardi b sza EVERYONE tbh the looks were fantastic but here’s two i want to talk about

chadwick boseman !!!!! rest in peace chadwick you were an icon and i love you :( but this was genuinely my favourite masculine costume that year it’s so regal . it’s simple but the ornate details across the front of the cape and the suit bring this element of delicacy that is just so elegant. almost referential to elements of design in the vatican . the off white suits the undertones of his skin as well had the entire costume been the pure white of the button up shirt it would have washed him out the warmer tone suits him. it’s so gorgeous .

for feminine i chose katy perry !!!!! al thought he outfit itself is a little basic being just a golden mini dress and high boot, the wings pull it all together for me. the absolute intricacy in the maker of these wings the designer is so fucking amazing . she is THE archangel. the added mesh layer over her dress and sleeves was a good idea i think so that there is some kind of pattern for some added detailing but nothing that’s too loud that would conflict with the wings or draw attention the bodice . this for me is one of the most underrated looks from this year everything down to the colour of her hair is perfect and the haircut itself works so well with this had she wore a wig it wouldn’t created too much going on around the neck she looks so beautiful and the impurity of the colour of the wings moving between shades of cream golds and off whites is so beautiful to me. absolutely gorgeously constructed garment . fantastic .

2019: CAMP

SO many people had trouble understanding the theme for this one just wearing ugly clothes but no girl . camp is a theatrical performance of gender art and fashion . you’re not just wearing something ‘so ugly it’s good’ you’re wearing something carefully curated to display a flamboyant and theatrical performance deeply rooted in queer culture . anyway .

lady gaga. she fucking gets it . it’s the performance of femininity and sexuality . it’s the theatrics behind her costume, the orchestration behind each reveal and her attitude change with each new outfit she appeared in . it might not be intended this way but the evolution of female sexuality present in her performance from standards of beauty representing the modest neckline and wide hip illusion created by the flowing petticoats towards the modern movement of sexual liberation ending with her present in front of a crowd in clothing that is considered inherently sexual, or ‘skimpy’ having men as the ones who removed each layer of her clothing as theatrics and the performance of sexual liberation and the entitlement to the female body . that’s just my interpretation tho .

ezra miller . I KNOW WE ALL HATE THEM THEYRE LITERALLT A CRIMINAL . but this fit went hard. the outfit incorporates both traditionally masculine and feminine aspects like the corset representing the feminine silhouette as well as the train a mockery of the masculine tailcoat becoming the feminine train indicative of the blurred lines between modern gender created by a sense of periodic fashion . the mask a hint to the experiences of the queer person hiding their uniqueness their ‘flaws’ and ‘imperfections’ that can be seen as unnatural by those looking upon them . red lipstick hidden by the mask again hinting towards that hidden femininity associated with the queer man . the multitude of eyes as well indicative of the queer persons constant vigiliamce and need to constant be aware of how they present themselves their mannerisms their appearance the way they speak it’s a reflection of constantly watching how peopel perceive you from behind the mask OUGH . maybe i’m reading too much into these.

anyway these r my favourite looks thank you for your time

[lamaisongaga]

LADY GAGA ROCKS CELINE TO SNL SURPRISE VISIT

Stepping out in the Big Apple to make a surprise appearance on Saturday Night Live in support of Bad Bunny, Lady Gaga attended the show's after parties with beau Michael by her side.

Of course her outfit didn't disappoint, falling perfectly in line as of late with her tendency for Celine's rock'n'roll aesthetic, making it the fourth time this week to opt for the Fall/Winter 2023 collection!

She wore the spicy black calfskin leather trucker jacket from the menswear line. The added level of intrigue comes from the dainty crystal fringes which run across the jacket's bust and shoulders.

The look was paired with the French label's Neo skinny jeans in pure black wash denim ($890) and the Wolford Jamaika black string bodysuit ($195).

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Celine "Neo" Skinny Jeans ($890.00)

Wolford “Jamaika” Bodysuit ($195.00)

Her Celine Triomphe XL 01 sunglasses ($550) are part of the new Spring/Summer 2024 collection.

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Celine “Triomphe XL 01″ Sunglasses ($550.00)

Gaga has long been known for her bold and boundary-pushing style, and her choice in accessories is no exception. In fact, it's safe to say that Gaga always has the coolest earrings in the business.

She wore a mesmerizing, mismatched set of earrings by French jewelry brand Rainbow K. On her left ear, she flaunted the Nano Magnetic 14k white-gold and diamond ear cuff (€3,675). On the right ear, she rocked the larger Magnetic ear cuff, which commanded attention with its bold design and intricate details.

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Rainbow K "Nano Magnetic" Ear Cuff (€3,675.00)

Her three rings are the Britt Bolton Slick gemstone signet ring with green tourmaline ($375), sterling silver chain link ring ($225) and the barbed wire ring ($155).

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Britt Bolton "Slick" Signet Ring ($375.00)

Britt Bolton Chain Link Ring ($225.00)

Britt Bolton Barbed Wire Ring ($155.00)

Gaga's Half & Half chain bracelet made from half diamond cut cable chain and half classic curb chain ($225) is another cool Britt Bolton design!

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Britt Bolton "Half & Half" Bracelet ($225.00)

Her purse is the Celine Fall/Winter 2023 Wiltern trapeze-shaped black leather bag with Triomphe logo closure.

Last but definitely not least, Pleaser Flamingo-1020 black vinyl platform lace-up ankle boots completed the look.

[purestarjewelry]

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[myriamas]

who: @illyaoakheart when and where: during the coronation festivities of king jaehaerys targaryen, a multitude of women have spread from the feasting hall to the grand ornate gardens, illuminated by candles. there were groups of women from various different courts along the wide gravel path - the difference was clear to see in the way all the women were dressed, and even in their behaviour. the separation is clear to see between the dornish and reach women specifically, no doubt a reflection of the tense conversation between cedric tyrell, baashir dayne and dante uller. and the separation remained constant, until a puppy belonging to one of the reach women darted it's way over to the dornish women, biting on the shawl of lady ophelia fowler.

the night was still young, the sky a tint of dark blue against a backdrop which had no stars within the sky; only a vivid full moon, out to play following the coronation of a new dragon king - those who supported him and were now his subjects ended up being part of new valyria. what a name, she thought to herself as she remained seated upon some chairs which were dotted around the sprawling gardens of the red keep, celebratory in the fact she was able to remove silks of white from her skin and instead adorn herself in shades of bronze and deep brown, gold bangles chiming in the reflection of the night's fire.

her legs remained upon another chair, specifically upon the lap of lady zahra sand; the women were all quite tipsy and light in spirit, as noted by the way their laughter echoed across the gardens - they paid no mind, or did not notice, the looks they were getting from the others.

and the looks they were indeed getting from the others; considering the outfits they wore was enough to make others double look in shock, considering the amount of bare skin that was on display. myriam herself wore a sari which clasped behind her neck, jet black hair remaining straight and separated only with a gold tikka between her hairline; her arms were entirely bare, aside from golden bangles, and the sides of her hips remained entirely visible from where the silk wrapped around her.

something was uttered regarding another group of women looking in their direction, and myriam only waved her hand dismissively, leaning forward to take another sip of her goblet: the taste of wine had suddenly began to feel like home upon her tongue. "let them look."

the intrusive thoughts that began to fill her mind was clear in the way she got quiet as the other women talked around her, recanting zahra sand playing cards with two andal men; a half drunken myriam laughed loudly at the details, carrying through the night like a water fountain. when she was drunk, she became restless: cheeky, impulsive; she found herself looking over her shoulder at the entrance to the grand hall, wondering whether it would be too obvious if she decided she wanted to stumble across the sword of the morning by any chance. and then fall into his bed.

and then came a sudden shriek from the lady of skyreach when she felt herself nearly be tugged out of her seat, by something gripping on her shawl; myriam peered over the side of the chair to find a small puppy tugging at the pure silk threads, a little rabid looking thing that appeared as though it needed a wash. she reached forward to grip the shawl from the mouth of the dog, and whilst pulling it back, she ended up picking up the small creature with it - lifting it into the air, kicking. "ugh." myriam let out a sound of disgust, when she heard the sounds of many women approaching.

old way women, of course. "is this yours, your highness?" myriam asked the queen of the reach, still holding the dog at an arm's length by the shawl as it continued to play with it. she lowered it to the ground, watching it scamper back to it's owner, a woman who had knelt down to pick the dog up. "perhaps a leash."

[hoperays-song]

Favourite Outfits Made For Fics PT.1

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Ok! So, I made a post awhile back talking about how I have folders of costume design for characters and if anyone wants to see anything in particular to let me know, and someone asked for any outfits that I'm particularly proud of that I've made for my fics!

I've really been looking forward to this so, I'm gonna show off a few of my favourites in terms of pure design here! These were the ones that were the most fun to design in my opinion, aka, Nooshy's interview outfit and Porsha's new casual clothes!

*Reminder that all of my stuff for fics is placed in the human au so the clothes fit into that too*

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Nooshy's Interview Outfit:

So one of my favourite headcanons of Nooshy is that she loves bright colours and contrasting patterns and will dress deliberately very mismatched. This causes her clothes to be pretty memorable a lot of the time, even when she's just wearing borrowed clothes from her brother or friends. However, her interview outfit is a time where I really let this shine.

Ok so:

The main attention draw of Nooshy's outfit is a very shiny silver jacket with fringe that matches silver boots that they wear as well.

As for her shirt, it looks like just a purple button up but is actually iridescent fabric, so it looks more magenta-ish in certain lighting and with movement.

The only seemingly plain things of the outfit are black shorts and a plain black choker but the rest of her accessories are neon green and magenta, including their earrings, bracelets, and they changed her laces to be neon green too.

I really like this one because I think it shows Nooshy's very out there and bold personality as well as being one of the most unique, in terms of style, outfits I've ever made.

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Porsha's New Casual Clothes:

So Porsha's original outfit was very much like her dad's in terms of color scheme and I really wanted to make an outfit that was a bit more colourful like her personality was. I kept a bit of designer clothes in there but I really wanted it to showcase the fact that I headcanon her to be living with Buster and Eddie now, so she's probably not going to be decked head to toe in it anymore.

Ok so:

I am a firm believer in giving these kids jewelry so Porsha is decked out in a gold anklet, chokers, and moon earrings (to honour her connection to Moon Theatre now).

The same is with her sunglasses, I switched the from something very crystal-like to a sun and moon design to show her affiliation with New Moon Theatre.

I wanted to add a jean jacket like she had before but made it much simpler with just a yellow stripe instead of the fancy sleeves of before. The yellow also represents cheerfulness and I wanted to keep that running as a good descriptor of Porsha's character.

The jeans are just plain white because of the tons of detail elsewhere on the outfit, like the desert on the shirt representing Redshore and the stars on her shoes alluding to her role in Out Of This World.

I like this version of Porsha's outfit as it's a lot more colourful yet still more toned down than her original. I think this would be a good way of showing her leaving a life of luxury and showing the importance the show and troupe have come to have for her.

[costuming-earnest]

The Men's Clothing Thus Far

How fortunate we are that menswear hasn't changed too awfully much. I could send an actor outside right now in a dress shirt, double-breasted vest, and an open jacket, and you'd think he's headed to a job interview. Although the top/bowler hat might be an odd touch. Whatever.

I'm also lucky that my drama department has menswear and hoards it like gold. Although I'm letting the guys handle their own dress pants situations. Pants are pants, especially from 20 feet away.

In the interest of not making you scroll through the blog for a year and a half, I'll put pics and details under the cut.

Jack's first outfit is also his main outfit. He gets a blue vest because he falls for Gwendolin, who wears blue. Symbolism. I still gotta find a jacket that fits him.

Jack's second outfit (also on this hanger) is his mourning, for when he announces "Earnest's" "death." He gets this pinstripe suit because it fits him best. He'll get a black shirt and this black vest and black pants too, never fear.

Dr. Chausible so far just has this lovely velvet jacket. It buttons so high you can't see a vest under it, and he needs a black shirt and Anglican clerical collar anyway. Also I'll make some sort of robe for when he shows up for the Christenings.

Algernon's first outfit will be fun! My henchman is taking on the project of adding a paisley satin to the back and putting sleeves on this vest to make an oversized house coat for our Algernon. He spends the entire first act wearing it, purely out of disrespect for his visitors. Incorrigible.

Algernon's second outfit.

*Sighs.*

Listen. I'm not saying that I wanted to make a suit from scratch. This is just the thing that our director wants, and our actor wants, and I'll live with, I guess.

We have this shiny gold suit with a pink pinstripe. Very very very very tacky. And also an incredible 'fit for a city guy to pull up to your country estate in. He does an incredible job of oozing debonair energy. It's just such a visibly polyester suit. Argh.

Good news though, someone coughed up a light pink bowtie. I recruited a man to tie it, and then I cut it off my actor's neck. I'll be extending the ends and adding velcro. And I put a safety pin through the knot so that it can't be undone.

I'll be making a brighter pink vest to really make this a fit worthy of love at first sight. Except for the polyester.

Merriman is a butler. He needs a black suitcoat over this grey houndstooth vest and this white shirt.

Lane only has his black vest so far because he wasn't at rehearsal. He also needs a black suitcoat. The hunt continues....

[fourseasonsfigs]

天理昭昭 - A-Han and Da Shixiong

Back into the JZEUniverse for this pair! These were one of the first figs made of this very popular pairing known as mobage - but they will definitely not be the last.

Mobage is a Japanese word for mobile gaming. In the Junzhe extended universe, it stands for the mobile game characters played by Zhehan and Gong Jun.

The koi spirit A-Han is one of two characters that Zhehan played in the mobile game Fantasy New Jade Dynasty. He also played the lotus spirit Xiao-Zhe, which I posted about previously. You'll be seeing lots and lots of figs of these characters in the future. How soon? Come back tomorrow!

The inspiration for the A-Han in this fig set is our favorite koi spirit handing out a treasure trove of gifts!

Gong Jun plays the oldest senior martial brother (da shixiong) of the Tian Zhao sect. Yes, it's a title more than a name, but Da Shixiong stuck and here we are. I generally just run the name together as Dashixiong (I have a bad habit of doing this with a lot of the JZEU characters, particular Xu Jin and Ji Fa) but I'm trying to do a better job of it! A lot of people just call him DSX, which works too.

I originally posted an A-Han video, but since Tumblr restricts me to just one per post, I decided to use that valuable space for Da Shixiong this time. That way you can see his whole costume. Tomorrow I promise it will be all A-Han!

I will note Da Shixiong as a video game character actually has wings, but that's a story for another day.

This pair is gorgeous. The detailing on the costumes is superb. A-Han is decked out in his finest golden jewelry, as he should be! Da Shixiong is standing in the same crossed-arm pose with his sword as you see in the picture and the video.

As you can see from the video, Da Shixiong's costume is very ornate, so I'm impressed with the level of detail put into this fig. I always love a good ombre effect. You can also see the great 3-D effect on A-Han's tassel there, and of course his golden anklet, which the fandom lost their collective minds over (for good reason, just wait until tomorrow!)

The height difference is pretty significant here, but let's remember A-Han is barefoot while Da Shixiong is rocking some serious white boots.

Here's a good shot of Da Shixiong's blue ribbons and A-Han's golden hair crowns. In the pictures/videos, A-Han's hair is actually more of a grey-white than a pure white (there's a backstory in the game about his hair turning color), and as near as I can tell Da Shixiong's hair has a slight undertone of pink to it. Here in the figs, they're rendered a little more uniformly white, although A-Han's hair IS a bit greyer. I think it was an excellent choice, keeps the focus on the outfits.

The full back view so you can see Da Shixiong's golden scarf and detailing on his costume. I would buy a replica of that scarf no problem.

And a little more detail of A-Han's little feet and the back of Da Sshixiong. Love the layers of his costume here.

An extreme close up of our beautiful koi fish! His golden jewelry shines beautifully, as well as his lucky chest and the gold crowns in his hair. This is such a delightful fig.

LOVE his little smirky smile here - that sideways grin is my number one favorite expression on any fig's face! Even better than the cute uwu face, because you know they're up to something rascally and fun.

This is a good view of his impressive boots, and and all the rest of the fine details like his different colored vambraces. The sword always makes me laugh, it makes me think of little tiny beady dragon eyes.

As you can see from the box cards, the name of the set is 天理昭昭, tiānlǐ zhāozhāo, which Google translate reports is either Sky Carp Zhao Zhao or Heaven's Justice Manifested, so I'm guessing (always dangerous when I'm embarrassingly ignorant to the language) the name is a clever play on Da Shixiong's sect name (Tian Zhao), A-Han being a fish spirit, and the chengyu (a Chinese idiom) for Heaven's justice prevailing over the wicked. Yet another thing to figure out when I'm much, much further along in my Chinese lessons.

I've now posted about all these three sets now that you can see on the box. I'm feeling a little accomplished. The firefighter set is here, and the winky Bazaar photo shoot is here if you want to check those out!

Material: PVC

Fig Count: 182

Scene Count: 13

Rating: Celestial indeed!

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