#tulip skirt pattern

[anielskaaniela]

Beginner-Friendly Wrap Tulip Skirt Tutorial with Free Pattern

In this post, you will learn how to sew tulip skirt with free PDF pattern. Welcome to my step-by-step guide on creating your very own wrap tulip skirt! Whether you’re new to sewing or looking to add a versatile piece to your wardrobe, this tutorial is perfect for you. I’ll provide a free tulip skirt pattern in 8 sizes, ensuring a flattering fit for everyone. Customize the length to your…

[munsonthings86]

scattered lilies

eddie doesn't have enough money for flowers before your date so he improvises by picking the prettiest flowers he sees on the way to your house.

warnings: cursing, fluff, soft!eddie, kinda shy!eddie, shy!reader, 0.6k

"shit," he curses in a whispered tone, desperately slapping at his pockets. he rushes over to his neglected, mountainous laundry pile, digging at every pocket he can find, praying to find a bill, a quarter, shit he'd be relieved to even spot a nickel. but the strewn out clothes with their pockets all turned out to reveal nothing but crumpled tissue and lint, eventually rendered useless.

eddie was becoming hopeless, running his boisterous silver ringed fingers through his curly hair that was growing unruly by the minute. pacing in his room, he nearly toppled over the picnic basket that he'd packed with food, drinks, books, and sweet mary jane for the two of you, which was where all of his money had gone, of course. glancing at the analog clock on his end table, the daunting red numbers blared 4:37.

from what he could see out of his small window, he spied ivory flowers growing out of mrs. hafers front yard of her trailer, and a cunning idea sneaks its way into his conscience. he tried to talk himself out of it as it was mrs. hafer who’d offered to put him to work at her cafe when no other employer in hawkins wanted to hire him after the incident in '86.

he figured he could ask his uncle to spot him so he could head down to the florist to legally obtain flowers instead, but he made the promise to pick you up by 5:00 and he was out of options. he couldn't not show up with flowers. what kind of a gentleman would he be?

he shrugged on his trusty leather jacket, tucking a bandana into his back pocket and scoops up the picnic basket that he hoped you'd love. he nearly knocked his uncle wayne over as he dashed out the door but soon changed his pace, creeping up to the bush of lilies. he plucked as many as he could without leaving the yard looking so obviously tampered with, and made a beeline for the main road.

on the trek to your house, eddie couldn't stop staring at the thrifted bouquet. he knew you loved flowers as you always had one threaded in the strands of your hair and wore pretty little dresses with floral patterns, but he had no clue what your favorite flowers actually were.

what if you hated lilies? what if you were more of a tulip or a dahlia kinda girl? eddie only knew those names because you talked about flowers so often.

he spent the rest of the walk picking any and every flower he saw whether it was red, pink, or white, big or small, tying the stems with a scrunchie you'd given him some time ago, when the bouquet grew too abundant.

his fist shook a little as he knocked on your door, nerves poking fiery needles across his skin, coloring him red. his cheeks and lips pulled into a toothy smile when you answered the door with a grin of your own, doing your best to hide your face with your hair. you wore a blush pink crewneck, styled with a white collar, a skirt of the same hue and sneakers that were almost identical to eddies. you looked nothing short of perfect to him.

"hi, angel," he waved to you the best he could, what with the basket and bouquet occupying his hands, and all.

"hi, eddie," you giggled, closing the door behind you, stepping closer to him. eddie's breath hitched as a gust of wind blew, allowing his senses to be overrun by your sweet, fruity perfume. "got these for ya," he gently rested the flowers into your cradling arms.

"thank you, they're gorgeous," you giggled at the wild assortment of flowers, recognizing some of them from your neighbors yard a few houses down. you decided to not question him about it. no one’s ever gotten you flowers before.

eddie took your hand in his, leading you to the park where he hoped to have a date that was as perfect as you were <3

💌 1 new message from jojo: if you made it down here i love you :) lemme know if i should make this into a full fic, cuz im thinking abt it…inbox is open!

[inanewmoon]

For fanfic purposes, trying to collect all of Akane's outfits from the manga. This is gonna take a while.

"Tiny Tulips" Apron Over Tuplip Pattern Skirt - Volume 5, Ch 1

[dollivication]

oh dollyyyy

How do u think the dmc + leon (or js one, or an additional carlos if you're feeling spicy) would behave if their darling was hyperfeminine

bc i just KNOW Dante would be feral if ur makeup was almost always done, wearing pretty clean clothes and having a bow in ur hair more often than not

cwacked my knuckles 4 this 1 this specific ask made my pupils dilate sow…. MWAH thnak yew for asking this teehee :3 part 1!!!

nsfw for dante and slight nsfw 4 nero…. gulp….

DANTE SPARDA!

.he would be ALL for a hyperfeminine darling. encourages it even! he’d probably even ask trish to take you out shopping so you can come back looking flashier than ever >:3 whatever makes his baby happy!

.and you’re so right about that!!! he’s aware that you don’t really do it for him, but the monkey brain inside his head tends to tell him that it is. you just look so pretty with your makeup all done, surely you had him in mind while adjusting into your cute little outfits?

.he’s SUPER touchy, so if you really care about your clean appearance, stay away from dante. he WILL start to play with any ribbons he sees, be it on your hair or clothing—often causing them to undo and god knows that this idiot has no fucking clue how to re-tie them. rushes off before you can even say a word to him. ugh..

.and he just can’t help being dirty to you when you look like a living doll! :( yucky thoughts FUEL him. he’ll see a pattern in your clothing; cutesy, pastel, pink… and he will immediately think about if your panties are matching the whole thing you’ve got going on outside.

.he’ll try sneaking his hands under the dresses and skirts you wear, try and flip the fabric up to confirm his suspicions. even if you’re whining loudly about how gross he’s being, all that he can think about are your adorable frilly panties!!! i fear he would try to fuck you in whatever you’re wearing… (＞人＜;)

VERGIL SPARDA!

.i don’t think he would care much! it’s not his business how you choose to dress, and if that’s how you express yourself, who is he to judge? plus, you look damn well good while doing it, he’s not gonna stop you even if the whole thing is a bit foreign to him.

.vergil hasn’t really seen anyone dress like you do, but it’s a very pleasant change of pace for him. a darling who doesn’t conform to the typical lower-toned fashion? he can get behind that! especially because it brings his beloved dove joy.

.once in a blue moon, he’ll tell you that he likes the outfit you picked out that day. it reminds him of a tulip. and of course, if you’re experiencing any trouble in picking something out or struggling to get dressed up, vergil is at your side in the blink of an eye, ready to help you with whatever it is you need.

.need a ribbon tied? he’ll do his best for you. need something zipped up? he’s your guy!! don’t know if you should pick the long sleeve or the short sleeve? well, both look good on you, but it’s out hot and the short sleeve is definitely a favorite—and you can wear the former another day.

.i do think that he’d be far more gentle with a hyperfeminine darling than a darling who isn’t. theres a certain tranquility from seeing you so content and unashamed while donning the prettiest little dress, he would probably handle you carefully—to ruin your outfits would be to ruin your glee, and that is the last thing vergil wants. so he treats you and your belongings like fine china <3

NERO SPARDA!

.MESMERIZED!!! nero thinks you look like a literal fucking angel. he’s practically a puppy, eager to see how you’ll look the next day. and even if your closet is limited in options? that doesn’t matter! he’s still going to dote on you, kissing your forehead to be mindful of your makeup while rambling about how cute you are!!! each morning is a welcomed surprise :3

.it’s funny because he’ll be showing you off, but gets pissy when other people actually look at you. especially men!! he can understand a woman or kid staring, because you’re literally a sweet dream walking, but other guys??? na. but then nero looks at you again and realizes this fine babe is dating him, not them! it feeds his pride lols keep doing what you’re doing!!

.whenever he can, he’ll buy you a little plush that fits your style! anything remotely light pink or white automatically makes him think of you. its a bit of a problem… but hey, at least he’s got you and your tastes on the mind 24/7 !!!

.if you ever try to give him oral while wearing your outfits, he’s quick to refuse no matter how much you insist that it’s fine. he knows how much your clothes can cost, and how much you put hard work into your appearance that he doesn’t wanna fuck it up! lest he cums and stains the fabric on accident :(

.if by any chance, you do manage to convince him, and his worst fears do happen—nero will spend just about ALL of his savings to spoil you because he feels guilty LMFAO.. he’ll definitely give you a solid few bucks to go crazy the next time you guys go shopping, muttering about how he wanted to make things up to you. but it’s not all that bad, because now you can show off with more cute clothes and fluster him!! >.<

V SPARDA!

.he’s curious about your taste in fashion! not in a judgy way, no, but he’s actually intrigued by you! very fascinated at how you can capture an almost innocent side of being feminine using a certain arrangement of mere accessories and clothing. you’re always pleasant to look at, so don’t be surprised if you catch him stealing a few glances your way teehee!! all in all, he earnestly respects the grind and isn’t afraid to express it.

.the whole dynamic between you guys is just so comical.. especially because you two are polar opposites in the way you present yourselves. i do think that after V took his current clothes from that one thug, he developed a little taste in gothic-esque fashion, so you both will be getting a few stares in public together!

.hes,, unemployed,, i fear… so he cannot buy anything for you as he would have liked to—but i do think he would maybe ask griffon to fetch (steal) him a few strands of ribbon for you, and that goes for jewelry! pearl necklaces, lace chokers… just about everything else that you express interest in. he’ll probably keep doing it even if you tell him he doesn’t need to.

.you are NOT safe from hardcore compliments. v straight up glazes you in a way that like.. makes you feel vulnerable? he describes you in such a heartfelt manner using his poetry, all while basking in the sight of you. truly, you remind him of a lamb. carefree and joyful, and a symbol of purity. it’s very strange but in a nice way…

.does not take kindly to rude remarks directed at you! the way he sees it, all you’re doing is living a life that’s comfortable for you, and it’s not hurting anyone! he really doesn’t get why some people feel the need to look at you like you’re some kind of freak-show. if he sees that the harsh opinions of others visibly dampens your mood or get insecure, he’ll be quick to assure you that your fashion is nothing to be ashamed of—because it really isn’t. you’re a piece of art, not only to him, but all around.

[rafecameronsslxt]

Dahlia

Soft! Rafe Cameron x Reader (Name Drop twice- Amerie)

Synopsis: Rafe surprises you with a romantic time in a field of flowers.

Warnings: Cute fluff

A/N: I have never been so busy in my life, so I have to get something out.

Masterlist

“Rafe Cameron, where are we going?” Amerie inquired playfully sternly with a soft smile. You refused to leave the bed unless Rafe told you about his planned surprise. “We are… going out to dinner.” He leans down and kisses you just for him to pick you up by your waist, positioning your body to the walk-in closet. “Fine, fine. What am I wearing to this supposed dinner, baby?” 

   “You’re going to want a soft look and THOSE.” Rafe points to the costly butterfly heels you haven’t dared to wear because there hasn’t been an event to wear them to. Lavender silk and each thread are embroidered, creating a garden-like look, but the IT factor is the pastel lavender leather and lining, along with the two butterflies placed on each heel. You start to protest, but he quickly moves on to the clothing.

   You pick out a puffed sleeve that laces in the front and a sweetheart neckline paired with a pastel pink and light black skirt forming a Gingham pattern as two tasteful little slits are at the bottom. 

   Amerie twirls for Rafe, who is more than satisfied with the outfit that completely fits his desired aesthetic. “How come you’re not dressed so fancy because you seem to be a fashionista nowadays.” You wrap your arms around his neck, bringing him closer to your face until your lips are meters away. “I’m hard just looking at you.” He lays his hand on your cheek, caressing your pale cheeks with the pad of his thumb. Your lips turn to a large grin, and start giggling. “Are you ready, Cameron?” You peck his red lips. Rafe grabs a bookbag, stuffing a camera, water, and two pairs of sunglasses, one black pair of Ray Bands and the other white Chanel sunglasses with pearls on the sides. Right, because we wear sunglasses while eating… How normal.

   “Close your eyes, baby.” You close your eyes as the truck stops and wait for Rafe to help you out of his car. He interlaces your hands together, and a floral smell comes about, strong too. “Open.” He whispers.

   A flower field filled with every flower possible. “You remembered!” He nods, smiling wholeheartedly at your happiness. You grazed over the subject one night of wanting to have a romantic time with Rafe in a field of flowers and take pictures. The scenery is better than the pictures. The blinding orange sun, squinting up at the pink and orange cloudless sky, blended as if a professional had come to swipe the colours across to contrast with the dark trees behind the field of wildflowers, tulips, sunflowers, and Lilies, but your favourite blossom was missing. A Dahlia, specifically an ombre of white to pastel orange, makes it extremely hard to spot among the other bright oranges.

   “Sweetheart,” Rafe shouted for you though he was halfway across the field from you. He’s holding the exact flower. You squeal, running wobbly in your heels. He snaps a few photos, and you give him your best pouty face for it. “I love you.” You then realize his shirt is off and glide your delicate hands over his abdomen. “I love you too, my ethereal girl.” He grins compassionately into the chaste kiss. 

[rikas-things]

Diabolik Alcoholik part 8

|||Summary: Yui isn't sure she believes these boys that she's tasked with staying with are true vampires, but when Ayato (with the suggestions of Laito) states that he wants Yui to suffer punishment, she's put in a conundrum! What will she do? And what will happen next?

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Why won't I move? What's wrong with me?

Yui's mind flooded with these thoughts as the twins' hands zoomed closer to her like of vision, and black, hazy blotches crept around her sight until everything faded to black.

When she woke up, she found herself flung into the wall of darkness.

After her ears and back ache from pain, she willed herself to move and adjust herself.

The room was dark, with the only light afforded to her was the dim light from the hallway, showcasing how late it was.

She could make out the shapes of Ayato and Laito standing over her too.

Once Yui got her bearings, she sprung on her back and pointed at them.

"You...where are we? Where did you creeps spirit me away to?!"

She couldn't see their faces, but the annoyance in Ayato's huff was more than evident.

"Hey slowness, this is your room."

She blinked as she squinted her eyes, examining every nook and cranny of the place.

As if on command, the curtains skirted backwards to let in the moonlight and she was able to properly take in some of the room's features:

The walls had pinstriped patterns and held some of the posters of boy bands she had back in her home as well as her favorite flower stickers.

The bed was large and had an elaborate floral pattern on the sheets, with some of her pillows shaped like the flowers on her hairpin.

The desk also shared the same floral pattern and design and there were even tulip shaped pens in the pen holder as well.

When she turned to the large sliding window, she saw it had a balcony.

The idea of a large room with a fancy balcony was always Yui's dream.

Her own room, one that wasn't constantly cluttered with furniture or music equipment that she could just be herself in, where no one could take her pens or kick her out or treat her like she was an eye sore...

The attention to detail would have normally made her thrilled, but knowing that these people were supposedly folks she never knew until now made her shiver.

Bile grew in the back of the throat and she grimaced at the flowery room.

"My..." her voice was barely above a whisper.

"Ah, good," Ayato's satisfied pur interrupted her train of thought, "you're getting the picture now."

She looked up at him with wide eyes, seeing the malice in his large lime-green eyes.

They looked like they were almost glowing- figuratively and literally - with excitement at her discomfort.

"Pretty isn't it?!" Laito said merrily. "Reiji did the decorating!"

"You're kidding!" Ayato guffawed at the news, the malice edging back from his eyes, if only a little, "you mean stuffy ass Reiji is into girly stuff like that?!"

"Well, when I say Reiji did it, I really meant he just told Jenkins and them to do it," Laito admitted sheepishly.

"No shit," Ayato rolled his eyes playfully, keeping the smirk on his face.

He then turned towards Yui and the two of them circled around her like vultures.

"Hey, Laito, let's quit dicking around. I'm sure she's anticipating our fangs!"

They chuckled at her squirming, her brows raised and her breathing haggard as her legs and arms twisted uncomfortably behind her.

As they eyed her, Laito cocked his head, keeping his smirk.

"How did you want to punish her?" He asked without looking away from Yui.

Ayato turned and smiled sweetly at his brother, his eyes gleamed with excitement.

"Wanna have a contest for who bites her the most?"

Laito shared his child-like glee.

"M'kay! Fine by me!"

With no time to spare, they quickly cornered her, with Yui's back against the wall.

"W-wait!" She began to plead, "let's t-talk about this!"

Of course her pleas fell on deaf ears, their advances not stopping, their hands outreached and inches away from her.

She stood up as they grew close enough, their fangs gleaming in the moonlight.

A pathetic whimper escaped her lips as she felt the tears fall, the thought of their biting causing her to stir more.

As one last ditch effort to get them to stop, she screamed, her voice breaking as one of them grabbed her throat.

"GET BACK!!"

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Time was irrelevant for them, but it felt like hours had passed since Laito and Ayato had played the drinking game with Yui, and it was only a matter of time before they could tally up to see who won.

Laito, despite being satisfied with the work he had done, was ready to see what became of his efforts.

Both he and Ayato had blotches of Yui's blood all over their clothes, hands, and mouths, and her lingering smell improved both of their moods.

Laito himself felt like he could level a mountain, which he didn't remember feeling so refreshed after drinking a human's blood before.

Where did this taste come from?

And why did it feel so familiar?

Eh, he never liked dwelling on the unnecessary details, and was ready to examine her already, though Ayato seemed to have other plans.

"Hey, Big Bro, you ready yet?"

Ayato huffed as he turned towards his brother.

"Ugh, dammit, Laito, shut up, you made me mess up my count!"

Laito pretended to be hurt by his words.

"You're so mean. But you aren't cheating by sneaking in bites, are you?"

"Like I'd need to do that against you?"

He restarted his count, mumbling the numbers until he was done counting her back.

"305, 306....400!" Ayato grew smug.

"See, I told you I'd win! I got the most bites off her back compared to your measly 209!"

"Hey! You can't count like that! What about the rest of her body?!" Laito said accusingly.

"Why bother with the rest? I already won, idiot!"

"You dirty cheat! I bet I beat you! I bet you snuck bites while I wasn't looking!"

Ayato glared at Laito.

"What you say?!"

As they argued, Yui just laid on the carpet floor, her body involuntarily shivering.

She looked like a thimble with the amount of holes covering her arms, legs, back and face, with most of her expression obscured by her bloody hair.

What was left of her shirt were tatters, as it served to show even more egregious bites near her chest.

Some were red and irritated, while others were still bleeding and stained her rags of clothing.

She struggled to move, but got up nonetheless, which caught Laito's attention and caused him to stop arguing.

His deep green eyes grew wide at her before a big smile formed on his face and he flailed his arms like a cartoon character.

"Wait, Big Bro! Look at her! Quick!" He said as he pointed.

Ayato harrumphed.

"Don't try to derail the conversation, you jerk!"

"No but look, Ayato! You might like it!"

Curious, he turned towards her as he wiped a bit of blood off of his face.

Yui's face, despite all the bitemarks and blood on her body and clothes had a... pleasurable expression.

Tears were streamed from her eyes but her eyes were dazed as a wide Cheshire grin was plastered across her face as she hugged herself.

She giggled darkly as if she was ecstatic and went into a mad cackle, not seeming to notice the boys.

Despite her expression inspiring amusement in Laito, it all but brought disgust to Ayato as he reeled back, looking like he wanted to throw up.

"Ewwww! She's drooling on herself and shit!"

"I know! Isn't she breathtaking?" Laito asked proudly.

"Laito quit smiling like that! That's gross!!"

"Huh? Why you being so mean all of a sudden?"

"Ugh, whatever."

He smirked at Yui, who was still a giggling, drooling mess.

"I figured punishing you in your room would be the best bet, seeming as it's considered a safe space. You don't deserve to feel safe. You don't deserve to feel comfortable. This is payment for defying me! Understand?"

She stopped giggling and looked at him in bewilderment, as if Ayato was speaking a foreign language.

He shrugged and prepared to return to Laito for the tally results when he felt a familiar presence enter the room.

He whirled around and when he looked, right between him and his meal, Ayato was eye to eye with his middle brother, Kanato, who wasn't holding his teddy this time.

He held Yui close to him before flipping his twins off and disappearing as quickly as he came.

Ayato and Laito just stood there for a moment, stunned at what took place before them.

Laito immediately started panicking.

"What the hell was that?!" He said as he paced around the room. "You saw it too, didn't you?! That runt took our prey right?!"

Ayato folded his arms, eyeing his brother.

"Calm down. That little rat just scurried away is all. Once we get him alone, we'll teach him a lesson he'll never forget."

Laito gave a dark smile.

"Yes. Kanato will rue the day he interfered with our plans!"

Barging in unannounced, Reiji came into the room.

"There you are, it's almost time to-"

He did a double take by cleaning his glasses.

"Are you serious?! Not only are your clothes dirty, but there's parts ripped! What do you think you're doing looking like pigs in a mud pen?!"

He grabbed their ears and forced them out of the room chewing them out for messing up their school uniforms, yelling over their protests to not pull their ears off.

[trishmishtree]

More historical underwear

I made all of these Edwardian underthings a year ago but only now got around to taking pictures.

Hip pad is the Scotty from Virgil's Fine Goods. It's cute and does the job of ever so subtly widening the hips (and giving the illusion of a smaller waist) without looking like I just stuffed lumpy pillows under my skirt. I've worn it under my c0rset before, but I think it works better over it. I'm wearing it here over my combinations (which also desperately need to be remade) and Tulip c0rset by Aranea Black (pattern is sadly no longer available) and bust improver (based on the one from LACMA).

Over that, I have the swishy silk Edwardian petticoat I alluded to last summer but couldn't photograph in my previous tiny apartment bathroom. Well, here she is now. See? Floor length and very swishy, with a pretty lace trim at the hem. I used a striped ivory and gold silk taffeta, which is why the color doesn't look uniform. But it's light-colored enough not to show through a thin cotton dress, and it makes a delightfully rustle-y noise when I walk.

(Sorry my c0rset keeps changing color in every photo. It's an iridescent silk shantung cross-woven with black and cornflower blue yarns, so it looks indigo in some lights and purple in others. Here it looks dark blue again, and the gold petticoat is giving me Snow White vibes.)

And finally over all that, I have this plain white cotton batiste princess slip I made last winter. It's mostly there to smooth out the lines made by all the stuff around my waist. The blue of the c0rset still shows through, but I've made my peace with it because I'm only planning to wear this set of underthings over eveningwear (e.g. the silk satin ballgown that I have no plans to make anytime soon). I have a separate ruffly c0rset cover that I plan to wear sans-c0rset under my frilly white Edwardian lingerie dresses to fluff out the bodices.

This is the final historical underpinnings post from me for a while, I promise!

I mean, I only do 18th century, Regency, and Edwardian costuming anyway, so I only need a full set of understructures for 3 eras. I don't do 1830s-1840s because I'm still daunted by the idea of having to fit hand-corded soft c0rsets and use up lots of fabric to make gazillions of petticoats that will never be seen, and I don't have a dress form to make metal cage crinolines for the 1850s-1860s, and I don't care for bustle era at all, and I don't like 1890s giant puffy sleeves. So.

[nyaagolor]

Yep, this is the same anon who sent hcs about Rika & Tulip (also about Nemona and Spectrier as well). Thank you for the praise; I usually apologize because I rather NOT try to irritate you by sending either too many asks or too long asks (since I assume you were busy with other things to do; keep up the good work with the doodle art requests; they are so cute!) I adore reading though your headcanons; they are SO great to read about [they're better than mine :) ]. I wanted to add a few things to the last set of hcs I sent.

I paired up Tulip and Galarian Rapidash because GR is part Psychic type and Tulip is the Psychic type Gym Leader of Paldea.

I realized that Miriam's hair and Galarian Rapidash's mane have similar colors and patterns with each other. They match really well with their white coats too (Miriam's nursing coat and GR's coat hair).

Say, do you mind adding/writing a list of headcanons about Tulip and her Galarian Rapidashs (make sure to include some about Dendra and Miriam too). I adore reading though all the headcanons you wrote so far, especially the ones of long length. If not, that's fine. Hope the week is swell for you from now on.

Hi sorry this took so long idk shit about horses so I was sitting there trying to think of things and was drawing blanks for a hot minute. Anyway.

Everyone assumes Tulip is a city slicker and wouldn't be into the amnt of work needed to care for one horse nevermind that many. And while she does have stablehands for that because she's too busy to do it herself most of the time, she is actually pretty well versed in their care

She can, has, and will continue to doll up the Rapidash(es? idk the plural). Whatever cosmetics she uses also apply to pokemon so she uses a variety of creams and dyes and gels to style their hair and add a lil extra ~pizazz~

Dressage queen. idk anything ABOUT dressage but just imagine

Dendra keeps trying to convince them all to race. Tulip and Miriam aren't super thrilled about the idea

Miriam once had a really bad day at work and immediately went to Tulip's for a vent session and joyride. They became the first women in Paldean history to bareback ride a Rapidash while both wearing skirts and heels

Dendra got a cowboy hat to wear while riding them around. Tulip hates it

Dendra really really wants to bring them to the academy to introduce Galarian forms to the students. Miriam isn't a huge fan of this because she doesn't think allowing children anywhere near giant skittish pokemon with swords on their heads is a good idea

[emblematicemblazer]

World building and theories of Engage

Chloe

Chloe is a feminine name of Greek origin, meaning 'blooming' or 'fertility.' It is derived from the Greek name 'Khlóros'  In Greek mythology the goddess Demeter was sometimes referred to by The epithet Chloe. She was The goddess of agriculture and the harvest. In the bible Chloe is one of Jesus's early converts.

Firenze characters tend to have names that reference French fashion brands. Chloe would be referencing the brand of the same name. 

Chloe wears clothing that isn't quite as puffy and elaborate as the other Fireze characters because she rides a flying creature. Billowy skirts and sleeves and lavish adornments would be detrimental to her aerodynamic prowess. She still has a few features of classic Firenze rococo. She has fringing details, plenty of flashy gold and bows. She wears the Fireze palette of gold, black, white and green. The colours and adornments symbolise fertility, growth, purity and rebirth. The gold designs are a symbol of her status and wealth. 

The lack of armour except for the shoulders and boots are to limit her weight so the creature she rides can carry her. 

Chloe's casual wear is a long line gown and shrug. The gown is Firenze green with gold embellishments and The shrug is white with gold details. The golden pattern on her chest looks like the emblem of Firene. Her outfit demonstrates her love for her kingdom. The tulip sleeves add a feminine touch to her ensemble. 

[doodlegirl12345]

Promise? {One Shot}

Ever had a project that it seems no matter what you do it seems that you can’t get it right. So when you finally do you get the biggest rush of euphoria when it finally clicks? Yeah that happened to me. Hello my everyone, here’s my last story of 2022, “Promise?”. I hope you like it. 💕

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Promise?

Sentimentality.

Often people put deep meaning into material possessions to the point that some may feel entitled to dismiss others feelings due to that connection. From one person’s point of view it appears to be just a bracelet, a stuffed animal or even a tattered article of clothing. It could be seen as shallow, even distasteful, to place so much worth into one item. However for the owner in the event where the item either gets lost, stolen or destroyed. It would be on the same level of losing a piece of themselves. Due to the fact that a simple trinket can represent beloved individuals or the tribulations that one person can through.

It was the first Friday afternoon of the school year as Sabrina Raincomprix leaned up against her locker while chatting with her best friends: Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Alya Cèsaire and Kagami Tsurugi. The girls were surrounded in the Collège Françoise Dupont’s locker room as other students were packing up their things since the school day had ended mere minutes ago. Instead of her usual outfit, the redhead was wearing a soft yellow v-neck tulip sleeve blouse, a white floral patterned black knee length skirt, a thin black ribbon headband and simple silver stud earrings. Propped against her locker was a lemon yellow backpack with white roses patterned across the bag. Almost as if they were creating a new habit after packing up, her friends had convened at Sabrina’s locker to finish discussing the final details of the party they were attending later today.

“So what time should we arrive at Liberty for the twins’ party?” Sabrina asked Marinette.

“Since we are bringing the desserts Juleka had suggested around three thirty,” the designer replied. “So there’s a little prep time before the party around four. Kagami, Tatsu is still picking us up at three, right?”

“Correct, my mother scheduled Tatsu to pick us up at the bakery around three,” the fencer answered. “It did take a lot of convincing but she promised to follow through.”

“That means that everything should be set as my dad was up this morning working on the cupcakes,” Marinette assured them. “They should be already packed up when we get there.”

“Sounds like everything is finally aligning up for us,” Alya smiled. “That’s a good sign since what usually happens when we all get together.”

“Please don’t remind us,” Kagami sighed. “It took me nearly a month to eat pizza again after the Pizza Creature attack at Marinette’s slumber party.”

“I felt the same way even though I didn’t see much. But based on what everyone told me,” the designer shuddered. “I had to turn down Luka when he suggested going to that pizza place near the Seine during a date a week after. He understood but it was way too soon.”

“I will say that was pretty bad. But things turned out alright in the end,” Sabrina admitted. “Let’s try to be more optimistic here. I’m sure that Kitty Section is excited to perform today.”

“I know Adrien is,” Kagami played with the strap of her red and black checkered messenger bag. “He was elated after he finally convinced his father to cut back on the photoshoots and let him become an official member of the band.”

“I’m glad that he’s getting more freedom. It also benefits the band as both Rose and Luka have been waiting to add keyboard tracks to their music for a while but didn’t know anyone else who could do it,” said Marinette. “Both of them have been working on a new set of songs since early August.”

“You sure that is not the sole reason why this party is being thrown?” Sabrina teased.

“You know the party being thrown to kick off the new school year. Especially since not everyone is in the same class this year,” the designer lightheartedly nudged her. “Plus Luka invited some of his old classmates he had kept in touch with. The performance is just a perk.”

“I know I’m just messing around,” Sabrina chuckled. “Honestly, I’m just excited to be invited.”

“Perk or not, this will definitely give Nino some great shots for the Kitty Section documentary he’s been working on for that contest,” mentioned Alya. “He’s probably on his way to Liberty right now.”

“When is the deadline for that?” Kagami asked.

“It’s the thirtieth of next month, however he’s been using the majority of his free time to work on it,” Alya explained. “Right now he’s doing interviews with Kitty Section’s friends and fans.”

“He already got me to do it yesterday,” the redhead held up her hand. “We have to do so many takes since I’m not that great on camera. I probably wouldn’t have agreed to it if he wasn’t a friend.”

Things change, a sentiment that Sabrina had heard throughout her life. Although it wasn’t until a few months ago she truly understood what it meant. Over the summer, the redhead had broken off her toxic friendship with Chloé. She had befriended Marinette when paired with her for a history project during one of the weeks of the previous school year. At first there were mixed feelings with Sabrina integrating into the friend group but things overall smoothed over. To the point it wasn’t much of a surprise when she was invited to the twins’ back to school party on their houseboat.

The redhead had gotten particularly close with Alya and Kagami to the point she has considered them as her best friends along with Marinette. But one accomplishment that had to keep to herself was her status as the second bee miraculous holder. It happened the day that she and Marinette started to work on their project in the local park. Ladybug had approached her with the bee miraculous after her father was attacked by the villain, Lord Justice.

After some hesitation, Sabrina accepted the mantle becoming the heroine, Honeybee.

A mantle that she still holds today as this previous Wednesday Honeybee had to fight the villain Gator with Ladybug and Chat Noir in Paris’ sewers.

“We should head over to the bakery to wait for Tatsu,” suggested Marinette. “Is everyone ready to go?”

The other girls confirmed while Sabrina picked up her backpack, noticing that the front pocket was left completely wide open. Her stomach began to twist while she shoved her hand into her pocket, feeling nothing between her fingers. Panic began to blossom all over her face.

“What’s wrong?” the designer questioned as the redhead looked back at the girls.

Although the two had only been friends for just a few months Marinette could always read her panicked face.

“My bracelet isn’t here,” she told her.

“Bracelet?” Alya looked puzzled. “I don’t remember you wearing one today.”

“I kept it in my backpack. It’s a gift I got recently…from Delmar. So I can have it with me as often as possible. I had made a promise to keep it,” Sabrina explained. “It was in this pocket when I grabbed my stylus after lunch but I apparently forgot to zip it up and now it’s gone.”

“It must’ve fallen out,” the designer figured. “What does it look like?”

“It’s a black and gold crystal beaded stretch bracelet with a silver rose flower charm,” the redhead described. “It’s really sparkly.”

“That sounds easy to picture, so how about we look around the locker room since I might have fallen out,” instructed Kagami. “Sabrina check your backpack and locker just in case it was misplaced. Is that good for everyone?”

The others agreed as the group broke apart to search. Sabrina remained where she stood, opening up backpack and pulling out all the contents. After a few minutes the items laid on the wooden bench behind her. Side by side lay her school issued tablet in a yellow fabric sleeve case, her phone, a modern history textbook, a purple pencil case that had her stylus, a yellow spiral notebook, a travel size bottle of hand sanitizer and a plastic baggie of snickerdoodle cookies. She moved onto her lockers but got the same results as the backpack.

No bracelet.

While Sabrina returned her belongings back in her backpack, her friends returned with solemn looks on their faces.

“We didn’t see anything,” Marinette informed her.

“Neither did the few people around here that we asked,” added Kagami.

“Personally, I think that it’s in the back of the classroom,” insisted Alya. “We should go there next.”

“What about the party?” questioned the redhead. “The last thing I want is everything to be sidetracked because of me.”

Kagami pulled her phone from her blazer pocket, checking the screen. “It’s only two fifteen and Tatsu will stay idle at the bakery until we come.”

“I can text my dad that we are staying here longer than expected since he’s waiting on us because of the cupcakes,” Marinette grabbed her phone from her trademark pink backpack. “I doubt that he would mind.”

“I’ll also send something in the group chat about the possible delay,” Alya pulled her phone from her jeans pocket. “Don’t worry Sabrina we got your back.”

After the girls finished on their phones, the four friends grabbed their things and walked to their new classroom. On the way they had discussed possible methods of spitting up to search. Meanwhile Sabrina carefully retraced her steps under the thinly veiled hope that was just simply in the middle of the hall. But once the girls got closer to the classroom that hope vanished causing her to place a new one on the classroom. If not, she would be unsure how to forgive herself. She remembered the promise that she had made about that bracelet to keep and cherish it. Already she mentally kicking herself as unintentionally she had broken that promise in less than a week.

The four friends entered the classroom, it had a similar layout to Ms. Bustier’s classroom from the previous year. It had the same shared desk setup and the teacher’s desk in front of the blackboard. The teacher’s desk had a few things scattered across it such as a cup of wooden pencils with a silver pair of scissors that had a black leather blade cover. An opened grade book in the center, a small stack of papers and a black travel coffee mug. Alongside the desk stood a woman in her late thirties. She had long jet black hair pulled back into a low ponytail, ocean blue eyes and fair skin. The woman wore a black short sleeve blouse, a black and white vertical striped midi length skirt, simple black high heels.

This was Mrs. Burke, their new teacher for the school year.

“Oh hello girls,” the teacher smiled. “I did not expect to see you four until Monday. Is there something that I can do for you?”

“Hi Mrs. Burke,” Sabrina greeted. “I recently realized that my bracelet that I had in my backpack is gone. Is it possible we can look around here for it? If that’s okay with you.”

“Of course, I haven’t seen any bracelets but you all are welcome to look,” Mrs. Burke told her. “However, I do need to make copies for next week’s assignments. You can manage this without me, right?”

All the girls verbally agreed.

“Fantastic, I hope you can find your bracelet Sabrina,” the teacher scooped up the stack of papers into her arms. Once she approached the doorway the teacher called over shoulder before leaving. “Oh Chloé, I expect you to continue working on your sentences. Remember you owe me one hundred. Do not let your classmates distract you.”

At that moment all four of the girls whipped their heads around to see Chloé sitting at a desk in the second row near the windows. Suddenly a frosty presence was transmitted into the air. The mayor’s daughter’s glared at them, practically shooting daggers. If looks could kill all of them would’ve instantly faced a full blown massacre.

“Um let’s start searching,” Marinette instructed, attempting to cut through the frosty tension.

With that all the girls put their bags up against the classroom’s walls before scattering across the room. Sabrina started at the desk that she shared with Kagami. Alya stayed on the ground floor searching around Mrs. Burke’s desk. Marinette checked the steps while Kagami checked the desks near the windows. The goal was to leave no stone unturned. But it seemed that all four acquired a secondary goal: not giving Chloé a scrap of eye contact.

But for Chloé that was simply just a challenge.

“So, it’s nice to see that my shadow couldn’t stay away from me for too long,” piped up the mayor’s daughter.

Sabrina flinched, almost banging her head as she looked underneath her desk. For the past couple days when Chloé was around her there was the muttering of the word shadow. The animosity between them was palpable so the redhead tried to ignore it, knowing that this was Chloé’s way to get a rise out of her.

Although it would not be a lie to say those words do not still stung.

“But again it makes sense considering all those years that you’ve been following behind me,” the mayor’s daughter cackled. “You know what they say, old habits die hard.”

More like bad habits. Sabrina thought, wanting to tell her that out loud before shaking her head. No, I can’t let her distract me especially since the girls are willing to help out.

Sabrina took a deep breath while realizing that the bracelet was not under the desk. She moved down to the next desk in the row as Chloé continued her vile remarks. Each one felt like a tiny cut attempting to get underneath her skin. But after a moment of the mayor’s daughter tirade Alya quickly cut in.

“Chloé, don’t you have something better to do besides spitting all that venom?” the reporter questioned. “From what I heard you have sentences to do for Mrs. Burke. Much more constructive use of your time don’t you think?”

“You have a lot of nerve since you four caused me to serve after school detention in the first place!” Chloé snapped. “All because everyone can’t take a joke.”

“A joke?” Kagami called out from the back of the classroom. “You’re lucky I did not send you the dry cleaning bill for my skirt!”

The mayor’s daughter smiled. “Just think of me doing you a favor. One less chance of making a fashion mistake. Red plaid is so last season.”

“That response shows you haven’t learned your lesson,” the fencer insisted. “No wonder Mrs. Burke had to write it out on the chalkboard.”

Sabrina looked up from the desk she was peering under to see on the blackboard written largely in chalk: I will not play pranks on my classmates. They’re mean sprinted, disruptive and unnecessary.

All this had started on Monday, the first day of school. Sabrina had outright ignored Chloé to sit Kagami to become desk mates for the school year. The mayor’s daughter was stunned from what seemed a complete betrayal.

Especially since she had told Sabrina that she needed to return to her senses by the start of the school year. However the resentment did not fully materialize until Wednesday. When the class had returned from lunch. Kagami sat down at their desk only to leap up in shock.

The back of her skirt was drenched with a thin pink liquid. The class was confused while Sabrina noticed the bench was covered with strawberry and banana smoothie.

“It’s only fair, you were one of the people who brainwashed Sabrina against me,” Chloé told her.

“Is that what you think happened?” asked the redhead.

“Of course why else you mentioned to Mrs. Burke that strawberry and banana smoothie are one of my favorites drinks linking me to what happened,” she told her. “Instead of keeping your trap shut like usual.”

“I’m not brainwashed. I did that on my own volition.“

“That sounds like what a brainwashed person would say, Shadow.”

“Or it’s because she doesn’t believe your self centered conspiracy theories,” said Marinette while she stood in the back of the classroom. “Also stop calling her that. You of all people know her name. By calling her Shadow just shows how petty and immature you are.”

“Shut it Dupain-Cheng,” the mayor’s daughter hissed. “You and Cèsaire didn’t help being one of the first pointing fingers at me.”

“It wasn’t that hard considering you were the only one cracking jokes at Kagami’s expense,” the designer reminded her.

“Not only that, you were the only one who wasn’t in the cafeteria at lunch. You also have a driver on call and there’s a smoothie shop a few blocks away from here,” Alya added. “Besides you pulled a similar stunt this time last year. It’s just this time you didn’t have anyone take fall for you.”

“At least the class got to watch you clean up your mess with the supplies from Mr. Haprèle,” said Marinette.

“Too bad I had to miss it because I had to change. Luckily, I had some clothes as I was going to do some practice with Adrien after school. Since fencing starts back again next week,” Kagami approached Chloé’s desk. “But I’m actually surprised that you got detention. From what I heard you’re made out of solid Teflon. Nothing usually sticks to you.”

“Don’t act so smug,” Chloé snapped. “The reason why I’m serving detention is because my mom wants to look good for Mrs. Burke. So in her words she won’t be embarrassed.”

“I never would’ve thought that your mom was the type that cares about teachers,” said Marinette.

“She doesn’t, Mrs. Burke was an old work colleague of hers before going into teaching. Her mother also works in the publishing industry and even gave her an internship during university,” the mayor’s daughter folded her arms across her chest. “She’s practically an old family friend. If this was anyone else the whole thing would’ve been wiped off my record. So, what do you have to say for yourselves?”

“That Mrs. Burke is now one of my favorite teachers and I haven’t known her for a full week,” said Alya.

“Why you little-“ Chloé started to hiss.

“Girls, can we have a word please?” interrupted Kagami.

The three remaining girls exchanged confused looks with each other. But still followed the fencer as she walked down from the desk platform and toward the classroom’s open doorway.

“Kagami, is everything okay?” Sabrina asked. “Did you find the bracelet?”

“Sabrina, this bracelet we are looking for. It’s not rare or unique is it?” Kagami asked. “You can just find it at any boutique downtown right?”

“No, based on what I was told. It’s pretty unique and was made specifically just for me,” the redhead told her. “Why do you ask?”

The fencer frowned. “I think that Chloé is wearing your bracelet.”

“What?” the redhead whirled around to face Chloé had returned back to her writing.

The mayor’s daughter’s dominant hand was busy holding the pencil she was writing with. While her other hand rests on the desk, around the wrist of a gorgeous black and gold beaded bracelet with a sterling silver rose charm in the center.

It was her beloved bracelet.

The redhead stood there baffled, wondering why she hadn’t seen it before. The feeling of dread surrounded her like a cape. She looked at her friends who had concerned expressions on their faces. It’s like they knew exactly what she was feeling but seemed unable to articulate what to say.

Sabrina’s feelings of dread quickly burned into anger. “Of course it had to be with her! It couldn’t be on the floor or the middle of the street. No, it would be too easy. It had to be with Chloé Bourgeois!”

“Did someone say my name?” called out the mayor’s daughter from behind her.

The redhead flinched realizing that she had summoned her former friend. She took breath before plastering a pleasant smile on her face and whirling herself around to Chloé.

“Uh…hi Chloé,” she said.

“Yes Shadow, what do you want?” Chloe demanded. “Have you come to apologize for all that you had done these past couple months?”

Suddenly Sabrina’s hands balled into fists causing her fingernails to dig into her skin creating half moons indents in her palms. “Actually I would like to know where you got that bracelet? It’s really pretty.”

“Isn’t it?” Chloé beamed, holding up her wrist with the bracelet. It sparkled in the sunlight that streamed from the windows. “Unlike what most people think, I only deserve the best.”

“Can I ask where you have gotten it?”

“That’s on a need to know basis and you of all people you certainly don’t need to know. You have been pitifully trying to copy my color scheme for months. The last thing you need is more ammunition.”

“I like to think that it is important for me to know. Since that is my bracelet on your wrist.”

The mayor’s daughter’s eyes widened for a few seconds before it shifted into a frosty glare. “Well we know what people say finder’s keepers.”

Marinette scoffed. “Why am I not surprised that it came out of your mouth, Chloé?”

“It’s because in many places possession is nine tenths of the law, Dupain-Cheng,” Chloé pulled her wrist protectively towards her chest. “That’s something I figured your friend would know since she’s the daughter of a cop and all.”

“This is really rich considering the stir you caused on career day last year,” Alya pointed out. “If things went your way the whole class would’ve been arrested if that meant finding your bracelet.”

“Well that’s different since that was then and this is now,” the mayor’s daughter told her.

“Hypocrite,” said Kagami.

“It’s better than being a loser like you,” Chloé snapped back.

“Alright, Chloé can I have my bracelet back please,” Sabrina attempted to do damage control. Even though she agreed with her friends’ statements. “I would really appreciate it.”

“I don’t think that’s not a good idea, especially since I found it on the ground here, completely discarded. It would be better if I just kept it. Since I take good care of my things.”

“It was an accident!” the redhead hissed before taking a deep breath. “Look Chloé, we are not doing this again. It was already getting old when we were little.”

“Do what? I have no idea what you are talking about.”

“Don’t act dumb, you know what I’m talking about. Throughout our friendship every time that I had something you wanted. You would convince me that I didn’t deserve to have it and force me to give it to you. Or the item would suddenly disappear to never be seen again. Do the gifts from my aunt and care packages from my grandparents abroad not ring a bell? I let it slide since we were friends but not now. So give me my bracelet back!”

Chloé just smirked. “You seem upset. What’s so special about this bracelet that got you so worked up?”

“It was a gift…from Delmar,” Sabrina sighed. “It’s specifically made for me in mind during the process and design. So you see that was never meant for you to wear. At this point it only makes sense for you to give it back.”

“Oh so this is from your boyfriend in New York? No wonder you’re so frustrated by the idea that a heartbroken Delmar realizes what a terrible girlfriend you are for losing his gift. That must be tearing you up inside.”

The fencer injected. “Chloé can’t you give this a rest?”

“I’m just vocalizing what she’s probably thinking,” said the mayor’s daughter.

“That’s one thing I know about Shadow that you three probably don’t. She’s always so hard on herself. Isn’t that right, Shadow?”

Sabrina glared at her. “I just want my bracelet back, Chloé.”

“Well that actually can be arranged depending on what you are willing to do for it.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means that I’m offering a proposition. If you make me promise and follow through. I’ll give you back the bracelet without any further questions asked.”

“That sounds like blackmail especially coming from you.”

“What was your first clue? So do we have a deal?”

“Depends on what you are asking for.”

“It’s not much, it’s just I heard from the grapevine that Luka and Juleka are having a party today. Now I don’t know how those silly twins thought they could have a decent party without inviting Chloé Bourgeois.”

Sabrina’s face bloomed with complete panic. “No.”

“Let me finish, the details are important,” the mayor’s daughter wore a malicious smirk. “I want you four to take me to this party and make sure that I am allowed to stay. If you are able to do it, I’ll give you the bracelet back at the end of the night.”

“Chloé, I’m only a guest. I have enough control of the guest list as you do. There will be a higher chance of me being asked to leave with you than you being allowed to stay.”

“Wow you hanging out with those losers really had made you soft. You were so much more cunning. It seemed that you forgot your besties with one of the co-hosts’ girlfriends. Everyone usually gives Dupain-Cheng whatever she wants. I’ll doubt her boyfriend would be any different. All she has to do is say a few sweet words and flutter her eyelashes. After that I’m sure Luka wouldn’t mind one more guest.”

“The problem with that plan is unlike you. I don’t manipulate others to do my bidding, Marinette glared at her. “And I wouldn’t manipulate Luka especially on your behalf!”

“I guess that means you don’t care about your friend like I thought,” the mayor’s daughter told her.

“No, I didn’t mean it like that!” the designer cried out. “I do care about you, Sabrina. She’s just twisting my words-“

“It’s okay,” the redhead assured her. “I knew what you meant.”

“Well if that’s too much for everyone there’s always a second option you can do,” Chloé interjected. “There are a few things that I need done for a while. My closet needs to be organized and my magazines are out of order. Not to mention since school started homework needs to be done.”

Sabrina felt her stomach twist into a knot. “You want me to reprise my role as your little lapdog. That’s what you are trying to say, aren’t you?”

“When you put it that way it sounds mean. But at the same time reprise seems like the right word. So do we have a deal?”

“Uh…I…” the redhead was completely shaken. “I need to talk to my friends since depending on what I choose it will affect them.”

Chloé returned to her writing. “Fine, but don’t take too long since my detention will end soon. I will need to notify my driver about a possible change of plans.”

Sabrina turned to her friends, who all three of them shared the same stunned expression as her.

“I’m so sorry I got you all in this terrible situation,” she apologized to her friends.

“No need to apologize,” Marinette reassured her. “I think that we all agreed that the first choice is the best option.”

“Definitely, no way we are doing option two,” Alya added. “The party is only a few hours while we don’t know how long Sabrina will be indebted if she agrees.”

“Personally, I think we should just charge and grab it back,” suggested Kagami. “It would be four against one.”

“With our luck we might break the bracelet in the process,” the designer warned. “Plus if Chloé screams she may alert the teachers who are still here. With Chloé’s influence we might get suspended or expelled if caught.”

“If that is the case we should notify Luka and Juleka of the situation immediately so they would not be blindsided,” said the fencer. “Tell them that we will owe them one.”

“We are going to bring Chloé,” the reporter groaned. “We are going to owe them at least one hundred.”

“We should take shifts watching her,” Marinette suggested. “I wouldn’t put it past her to pull something since she wasn’t originally invited.”

“So much for having a good time,” Kagami sighed.

This is all my fault. Sabrina thought. None of this would’ve happened if I was more careful. Now everyone’s afternoon will be ruined because of me.

She looked up at the clock that hangs over the door frame. Time had somehow slipped past her since it was already two forty five. The redhead felt eyes on her causing her to realize that Chloé was just sitting watching them. Glee filled her face like she was deriving pleasure from their panic.

At that moment Sabrina felt something inside her snap.

Her facial features sharpened as she stepped away from the group calling out to her former friend. “How long are we going to be doing this Chloé?!”

The mayor’s daughter looked stunned. “Excuse me?”

“I’m asking how long would I have to work for you if I choose option two?” Sabrina answered.

“Sabrina, what are you doing? We had already agreed you don’t have to do that,” Kagami asked, completely baffled.

“Yeah whatever you do don’t sell your soul to Ursula!” Alya exclaimed.

“Ursula!” Chloé slammed her hands on the desk. “How dare you compare me to that sea witch!”

“You two may not look alike but both of you sure have a knack for convincing redheads to accept crooked deals!” the reporter told her.

“Sabrina, don’t do this to yourself. The bracelet isn’t worth this,” the designer told her. “I’m sure that…Delmar would not want you to go through this. In fact he doesn’t even have to know.”

“But I will know. Look, I am the one who made this promise. So I should be the one to own up for this,” Sabrina told her friend.

“Do not think that I don’t appreciate what you three were willing for me. However this is my battle and I need to face it alone. So you need to trust me that I know what I’m doing.”

Marinette stared at her. Almost if she was reliving this conversation from a different life. After a few seconds of deliberation she gave a simple nod. With that the redhead turned away from her friends, taking her stride toward the mayor’s daughter’s desk.

“Glad to see that you had made a decision,” Chloé smirked, taking Sabrina’s hand once she approached. “Now we can pick up exactly where we left off.”

Sabrina yanked her hand from her former friend’s grip. “Except that will not be happening.”

“What? You promised to reprise your role.”

“As your unpaid servant. But I’m not your friend. Mainly because I don’t appreciate you using my friends as canon fodder. If you have a problem then take up with me directly as Sabrina not Shadow.”

“But I…”

“You what, you’re surprised? If that is the case you shouldn’t be. When I said that we were done after you came back from your trip. I take promises very seriously, including the one that I made to myself to never be your punching bag ever again.”

“What about my magazines and closet?”

“Oh don’t worry I will do that for you. I’ll even bring you some snickerdoodle cookies as I picked up baking over the summer. I can do that with no complaints.”

“What are you trying to prove here?“

“I’m just stating facts here, as this moment onwards this situation is transactional. I’m not doing this because I’m some sycophant that can’t last a day without a whiff of your lavish perfume. I’m doing this because I made a promise to someone special. And I’m sure as heck not going to let you interrupt that more than you already have. So if this deal is because you want to save a few euros by not going to the salon. So I can do your nails or it’s because your servants refuse to do my rainbow color coordination scheme for your closet that’s fine. But if this is what I think it is. For you to relive your glory days back when I was dependent on you. You will be wasting your time.”

“How dare you accuse me of something like that! I would never!”

“That the thing with you Chloé I’m unsure that you even know if that’s the truth or not. For years you thrived on having someone else underneath your heel,” Sabrina’s voice sounded like a blend of domineering and frustration. “Especially since the old Sabrina did nothing but give and give. Even the things she didn’t give you stood took. And how you thank her was treating her less than a person, practically subhuman. Do you know it’s like trying to understand algebra in a dark closet for multiple hours?”

“No I,” Chloé squeaked.

“Of course you don’t, as I would never have done that to you. It’s hard writing with one hand while holding your cell phone flashlight in the other trying doing two people’s work. It took a long hard reality check and being surrounded by amazing people that actually care about me to realize how toxic our relationship was. And you dare to try to hurt them through me?”

“You mean our friendship.”

“No, a friendship isn’t one-sided like we had. I was your friend Chloé but you were never mine. I have real friends now who were willing to sacrifice their whole evening to babysit you because of my mistake. That is one thing you need to realize. If I had to choose who saved first, the person in front of me or the three people behind me. I would pick them every time. So if this because there’s some chores that need to be done. That’s perfectly fine but my days of being in your shadow are over. You acted like this choice was that I would be stuck with you. Well it goes both ways. So you still haven’t answered my question. How long are you willing to do this?”

Chloé looked completely stunned before hissing. “You think that you are so special don’t you?”

Without another warning the mayor’s daughter stood up leaping over the desk sticking the landing on the classroom’s ground floor, surprising everyone. She darted toward Mrs. Burke’s desk pulling out the pair of scissors from the pencil holder and ripped off the cover. The girls ran over circling around her as she slipped off the bracelet and held it against the scissors.

“Don’t come any closer!” Chloé shouted. “One wrong move and I’ll cut it up in bits!”

“What are you doing Sabrina agreed to your terms!” Kagami exclaimed. “You owe her that bracelet.”

Marinette narrowed her eyes. “Except this was never about the bracelet, was it Chloè? This did not go as you imagined it, right?”

“I…I don’t know what you are talking about, Dupain-Cheng,” the mayor’s daughter stammered.

“Sabrina is right isn’t she? You really can’t thrive without someone under you. It explains your behavior this week with the smoothie, the blackmail and now attempting to destroy the bracelet. This is all about finding a new to hurt Sabrina to maintain your previous dynamic since she walked away. So this became your last resort, I’m I right?”

Chloé just glared at them, appearing unsure how to exactly answer. However the scissors still moved toward the bracelet.

“No!” Sabrina cried out.

“What in the world is going on here?” said a familiar voice from the doorway.

All the girls turned to see Mrs. Burke standing in the doorway with a large stack of papers in her arms. Her blue eyes were practically cracking with disapproval.

Chloé instantly dropped the scissors while wailing to the teacher. “Mrs. Burke, thank goodness you’re here. These girls have been harassing me since you left!”

“Oh you are such a liar!” said Alya. “If anything you’ve been harassing us!”

“All of you have been bullying me since you got here,” the mayor’s daughter slid the bracelet back on. “You tried to steal my bracelet!”

“If that’s the case why did you have scissors to chop it up?” the fencer questioned.

“I thought that was the only way you all would leave me alone,” Chloé turned to the teacher. “You have to believe me, you have known me for years.”

“I’m not sure that much of the accomplishment you think it is, Chloé,” said Mrs. Burke. “But girls, is what Chloé said true?”

“Of course not, Chloé found my bracelet and refused to give it back,” answered the redhead.

She told Mrs. Burke what had happened when she was gone. Although the mayor’s daughter attempted to interrupt multiple times Sabrina got her point across.

“Well it looks like we are at an impasse here. Now force someone else to hand over property unless I know for sure it belongs to another person,” Mrs. Burke sighed while placing the papers on her desk. “However, I do have a strong feeling of who’s telling the truth. Do either of you have any proof that the bracelet belongs to you.”

“Oh I do. It’s in my purse,” Chloé smirked before running over to her desk and pulling out a slip of paper in her purse. She walked back handing it to Mrs. Burke. “Here it is.”

“It’s a receipt from Gabriel’s Boutique,” the teacher read the slip out loud. “It has yesterday’s date and time stamped for last night at eight o’clock. Along with the word bracelet with the price tag two hundred and fifty euros.”

“See! It’s mine,” the mayor’s daughter told the teacher.

“That can be for any bracelet,” said Marinette.

“Maybe, but unless Sabrina has something to counter that,” informed Mrs. Burke. “I will have to take it.”

“I don’t have the receipt since it’s actually a handmade gift,” the redhead admitted.

“Oh no, Sabrina is caught up in a lie,” Chloé taunted. “I wish I had this on film!”

“Film!” the redhead exclaimed as an idea had struck her. “Mrs. Burke, can I make a phone call please?”

“Is it about the bracelet?” Mrs. Burke asked as Sabrina walked over toward her backpack and fished out her phone.

“Oh yes it is,” Sabrina selected one of her contacts and pressed her phone to her ear as it rang. “I may not have proof on me but I got a friend who does….hello Nino, thanks for picking up. Quick question: do you still have the outtakes of me from yesterday?”

A few moments later everyone huddled around Sabrina’s phone placed on Mrs. Burke’s desk as a video of the redhead started to play. She was wearing a bright yellow v-neck blouse with tiny black polka dots, black skinny jeans, a silver headband and black flats. She was nervously twirling the ends of her hair with the infamous bracelet around her wrist. It appeared to be mid-afternoon as Sabrina leaned against a brick wall while the sun rays caused the bracelet to sparkle.

“Are you okay?” asked the voice behind the camera.

It was Nino, after explaining the situation to him. He did not hesitate sending the outtake that she did previously for the Kitty Section documentary after hanging up.

“I’m just nervous,” Sabrina replied. “I just didn’t expect to see my Thursday afternoon like this. I’ve never been that good on camera. Are you sure that you want me of all people to do this? The last thing I want is to ruin this for you.”

“Don’t worry I’m not looking for world class acting here. Just act natural, since you’re a friend of Kitty Section not you qualify. Especially since you’ve been hanging out at a lot of practices with the others.”

“So that’s what I get for being a supportive friend, huh? Well it wouldn’t be the first time that has got me in trouble.”

“You’ll be fine, what we are doing right now can be a screen test to get familiar with the camera on you. So practice with what you are going to say.”

“Oh okay,” Sabrina took a deep breath while looking at the camera. “I have known the majority of Kitty Section for a while and I would like to think they are all great tens…”

“Wait, did you say tens?”

“You heard that too?” her face turned a deep shade of red. She looked down at her wrist almost as if she had gotten caught. “I mean to say friends. I thought I just heard wrong because I’m nervous.”

“It’s fine, even professionals need multiple takes. Besides, I’m thinking about changing the camera angle.”

“It’s probably the best since this bracelet has been sparkling too much,” the redhead slid off the bracelet. “I should’ve taken off after they approached me to do this. It’s not like I was wearing it the whole day anyway.”

“You sure? It looks fine on my end.”

“Yeah, I just don’t want to risk it especially since you said that you were going to put it on YouTube. Let me just put this in my backpack.”

Right at that moment the video cut off.

“Well that’s definitely more proof compared to a receipt,” Mrs Burke looked up from the phone toward Chloé. “Care to explain.”

“This video has to be edited!” the mayor’s daughter exclaimed.

“So you’re telling me that this video was edited to make it look like Sabrina was wearing a bracelet no one saw you wear until nearly an hour ago?” questioned the teacher. “Is that what you were trying to say?”

“Yes, because they’re all jealous of me!”

“Chloé stop, you’re done. It’s clear that this is Sabrina’s bracelet and you were using it to antagonize her and the others. Those foolish acts will not be tolerated in my classroom. So give Sabrina her bracelet back and apologize to her right now.”

The mayor’s daughter looked stunned; as if the teacher had just ordered her to run into oncoming traffic.

“I would like to think that you had heard me, Chloé,” Mrs. Burke spoke sternly. “Now apologize.”

Chloé grumbled while sliding off the bracelet and dropped it into the redhead outstretched hands. “I’m sorry that I took your bracelet and refused to give it back.”

“Well, I really appreciate your apology even if you needed a nudge in the right direction,” smiled the redhead.

The mayor’s daughter shot her a venomous look as if she wanted everything to burn.

Clearly this was not over.

“So Chloé please return to your seat as you and I will be having a long conversation about your actions,” the teacher folded her arms.

With that things came to a close. Time passed as the girls walked out of the Boulangerie Patisserie. Each one carried out a white bakery box filled with an assortment of cupcakes while approaching Tatsu who was sitting idle. Prior to carrying out the boxes the girls went upstairs placing their bags in the family living room. Sabrina placed her bracelet back in her backpack double checking that the pocket was zipped. With the acknowledgment the fact that large bodies of water and sentimental jewelry did not mix.

The four friends piled into the car as Kagami took the front passenger seat while the rest sat in the back. Alya took the left window seat, Marinette sat in the middle and Sabrina took the right window seat. Once everyone was buckled up and securing the bakery boxes on their laps Tatsu started to pull forward towards their destination.

Marinette checked her phone. “It’s only a little past three. We should definitely make it to Liberty prior to four.”

“I’m glad this nightmare is over,” Sabrina let out a sigh of relief. “I also want to thank everyone for helping me out and standing up for me.”

“It’s no problem,” said Alya. “That’s what friends are for. But it’s clear that you didn’t need too much help when you put Chloé in her place, yourself.”

“Oh definitely, I had never seen that side of you,” the fencer agreed. “It was like you were a completely different person.”

“Well you know what everyone says,” the redhead twirled her hair. “Everyone has a limit and Chloé has surpassed that. Especially since she was trying to pull you three into this. I rather deal with her myself then let everyone else suffer. But one thing that definitely got to do is thank Nino once we get to Liberty. I owe him one.”

“I’m sure he would consider you two even for yesterday,” the reporter assured her. “But if you want to get him something he likes Milo’s gummy worms from that corner store a block away from the school.”

“I’ll have a bag for him on Monday,” said Sabrina.

“I’m just keep thinking about that look Chloé gave you during her forced apology,” Marinette told her. “I don’t want to worry you but knowing Chloé this won’t be over. Especially depending on how harshly Mrs. Burke will chew her out.”

“You’re probably right but there’s at least a few things that Chloé knows now. I’m not scared of her anymore,” Sabrina smiled. “That I got at least four people who got my back. In addition, I will always value my friendships and possessions before even thinking about her. Refreshing since this time last year it was the other way around.”

Her friends smiled at the sentiment before switching to a more positive subject such as the party which Sabrina joined in. Tatsu paused at a stoplight as a group of kids crossed the street with backpacks presumably coming from school. Sabrina recognized a familiar face from the group which caused her smile once the car was allowed to coast through.

Two days ago.

Waves of ladybugs flew the afternoon sky of the city of Paris fixing the recent damages and misdeeds of the recent akuma attacks. A wave ran through a city block releasing the heroes Ladybug, Chat Noir and Honeybee. Along with the heroes was a young man who appeared to be in his early twenties. He had wavy brown hair, bright green eyes and fair skin. The young man was wearing a blue polo shirt, tan khakis, red canvas sneakers and a white lab coat. Pinned to his lab coat was a name tag with the name Chase written in black ink.

All four of them were brought from the city’s sewer that once was the domain of Chase’s former villainous persona, Gator. All the heroes had spatters of gray muck from the sewers on their suits. However, Honeybee had gotten the worst of it as she was covered head to toe in sewer muck.

So imagine her relief when the ladybugs washed over the heroes cleaning her off. The ladybugs ran through Honeybee’s black collared yellow jumpsuit with black full length gloves that had yellow fluffy pollen like cuffs. The suit’s bright yellow torso had a large black v-shaped stripe across the chest with two thinner stripes underneath. The lower half was black with knee high boots with yellow triangular bands at the knees and triangular at the bottom.

Before moving onto her face with her yellow and black mask with the colors divided longways. Lastly finishing with her long fiery red ponytail with jet black highlights that was pulled back by a black headband with ribbon like antennas and the golden bee themed hair comb on the right side of her head in one swift motion.

This lifted her spirits for only a few seconds before returning to the melancholy mood from before. Ladybug pulled out a green and yellow magical charm from her yoyo. She walked over to Chase to explain the charm properties. Meanwhile Honeybee stood waiting twirling the ends of her ponytail while thoughts of Chloé prank cloud her mind. Her hair comb let out a warning beep.

Chat Noir walked over to her holding up his hand for an fist bump. “Nice work, Honeybee.”

“Thanks,” the bee spoke softly while bumping his fist.

“Hey is everything okay? You’ve been acting down since the moment I saw you today.”

“My mood really gave it away didn’t it?”

“That and you screamed ‘this day just got worse’ when you landed in that lake of goo in the sewers. Besides, you don’t look like someone who wrestled an alligator man and won.”

“Oh please it was the venom that did him in.”

“You were the one who body slammed him into a wall.”

“It’s because it looked like a Gator was going to bite off your head like it was an animal cracker. I like to think that I speak for everyone that you look better with your head on.”

“Oh what is that a challenge?”

“Chat Noir, I swear if you get yourself hurt with you being reckless based on what I just said. The moment I find out head or not I’m gotta-“

“Do what? Depending on what happened, something or someone already did me in.”

Honeybee looked at him realizing the ridiculousness of this conversation causing her to laugh while shaking her head.

“Well, I got you to laugh,” Chat Noir smiled. “Did that make you feel a little better?”

“A little, it’s really not what anyone here did. It’s just some former friend trouble in my personal life,” Honeybee admitted. “That’s much that I can say without going into too much detail. Obviously it’s not as important compared to keeping Paris standing.”

“Well sorry about that. But as there’s always a chance today can get better,” the cat told her. It just happens when you usually expect it.”

“He got a point,” Ladybug approached them while Chase walked away in the opposite direction. “Things will get better.”

“Thanks for the sentiment but honestly we should get going,” the bee pulled the trompo off her waist while her hair comb beeped.

However before she could toss her weapon Honeybee heard someone calling out from behind her. “Wait Honeybee, please don’t go!”

The heroine turned around to see a young girl who looked about eleven years old running toward the heroes. She had deep brown skin, bright brown eyes and long gorgeous curly black hair that went down her back. The girl was wearing a lilac babydoll top, faded blue denim jeans, silver flats and had a purple messenger bag on her shoulder. She looked practically out of breath once she reached the heroes.

“Thanks for not leaving,” said the girl as stopped in front of them. However the moment she glanced at Honeybee she appeared starstruck. “Oh…uh…I mean hi.”

“Hi,” the bee looked confused. “Is there something that I can do for you?”

“Oh no, you have literally done enough. No I don’t mean that,” the girl put her head in hands. “Oh my gosh I didn’t expect to get so flustered when doing this. You know what never mind sorry for wasting your time-“

However before the girl could walk away the bee gave her a small smile. “Don’t worry, I know what that’s like. Just take a deep breath then speak.”

The girl appeared surprised but took a long deep breath before breathing out. After that she looked a little more relieved.

“So what do you need?” asked the bee. “If I can’t handle it I’m sure my teammates can.”

“Always wanted to talk to you. My name is Lydia, you probably don’t remember me. You saved me from that collapsing building near the park a few weeks ago.”

“Right, I think I remember. It was during that Collision Man attack, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah! There was so much going on. I never got the chance to thank you.”

“Oh it’s okay, trust me the reason why I put on this mask is not for praise. Just knowing that you didn’t get hurt is enough.”

“But I have something to give you,” Lydia opened her bag and dug through it to pull out a small black box with a mini gold bow on the top. “I’ve been carrying it around for weeks since I didn’t know the next time I was going to see you.”

She handed over the box to Honeybee who opened it to reveal a sparkly black and gold beaded bracelet with a silver rose charm.

“Wow, this is so pretty,” the bee lifted up the bracelet from the box causing it to sparkle in the sunlight. “Thank you!”

“Really, you’re not just saying that just to be nice right?” asked Lydia.

“Of course, this is gorgeous. I love the combination of the colors. Where did you get it?“

“Actually I made it.”

Honeybee was positively stunned. “Whoa you’re serious? That’s amazing!”

“I did have help from my mom. She owns a jewelry shop that makes their own beads. So I designed the bracelet and my mom did the beads. After she was done with the beads I put it together. It was specifically made just for you, so it’s one of a kind.”

“Thank you, I feel really honored. In fact this is the first gift that I ever got as a hero. I’ll definitely be cherishing this forever.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

The End.

Thanks for reading. 😊

So, I hope you liked this story. I really appreciate you reading this especially since I will admit this is a long one. But to be honest it didn’t seem right to break it up in two parts. I also wanted to showcase how much development that Sabrina got. Especially since there was so much happening in this story.

I gave my golden girl so much: she got besties, she got invited to parties, she put mean girls in their place, was filmed in documentaries and beat up an alligator man. Definitely a departure from the original source material but I kinda like that. It’s like comparing my work and canon in the same vein as comparing cats and dogs. Both animals have similarities but I think we all agree they aren’t exactly the same thing.

This so is also available on Wattpad:

The song for this week is a cover of “Still Standing” (Elton John) by Annapantsu. I hope you like it.

Author’s Note 📝: Hey it’s Doodle here. As mentioned in the header this is my last story of 2022. I plan to take a break to enjoy the holidays. I will still be on the platform so I will be interacting with others/ posts such as liking, commenting and so on. But posting won’t resume until 2023. Don’t worry this break should not be as long compared to 2022 especially since that was because of school ( At least I hope. Life throws curveballs.) I would like to wish everyone who’s reading this happy holidays and have a fantastic new year! 🎉

See you next time! 👋

[nawilla]

Craft Goals for 2023

Upcoming Craft Goals for 2023:

January: Finish the Big Boba Fett Cross Stitch and get it framed.  Hope to have the stitching done by the end of January.  Framing will take longer since I still have to find a good frame.  (I’ve found some good frames for other projects at Goodwill, still looking for the right one for this one).

https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B086X1PP7W/ref=ppx_yo_dt_b_asin_title_o06_s00?ie=UTF8&th=1

February:  Gingerbread Tree Skirt.  This is a pattern from the Crochet Crowd and Yarnspirations, and the yarn has already been purchased.  The hope is to have a full-sized Christmas tree next year, so this is the skirt that will be used for it.  

https://thecrochetcrowd.com/gingerbread-afghan-tree-skirt-pattern/

(I want to do it in these colors, I think it will go well with my living room.  The pattern also allows one to make a round blanket, so if I like it I may make one for the back of the couch).

March: I bought all the supplies, um, before the pandemic to make a spring wreath and I never even unpacked the box.  I want to actually do it.  

https://www.bhg.com/holidays/easter/crafts/make-a-tulip-wreath/

I picked different colors when the silk flowers were on sale, but hell if I remember which I chose, so I guess I have a surprise in April.  It was pastel but not pink.

April: I found some sock yarn I still haven’t used so this spring I want to knit a pair of socks for me.  I also expect to be doing some yard work so I’m not planning anything bigger than that.  Hopefully I will find my sock needles by April.  They are . . . somewhere.

May: I bought an embroidery kit at ALDI sometime during the pandemic and I want to actually start using it.  I already know how to cross stitch but other than a kit I never finished sometime in the 2000′s the last time I learned to do embroidery was in sixth grade home economics class.  Eventually I want to put together enough supplies to cross stitch and embroider regularly.  Friends IRL, expect thready gifts in the future.  

https://www.hinkler.com.au/create-your-own-embroidery-box-set

June: Another kit I purchased years ago and never used is the Star Wars Crochet Kit.  I definitely want to use this (and if I like it, there is now a Mandalorian kit).  

https://www.amazon.com/Star-Crochet-Editors-Thunder-Press/dp/1645176010/ref=sr_1_4?keywords=star+wars+crochet+kit&qid=1672609548&sprefix=star+wars+crochet%2Caps%2C117&sr=8-4

July:  July is going to inevitably be hot, so it may be time to break out the rock painting kit I bought and stop trying to work with textiles.  Yes, I’ve been buying kits because I haven’t had the brain space to buy supplies and everything is ready when I am.  I also purchased this one from ALDI (this year.  I was about to buy a second identical embroidery kit and realized I already had one at home).  I have no idea what I will do with them, but we’ll see if I like it.

https://www.amazon.com/Metallic-Rock-Painting-Tuck-Box/dp/1488936358/ref=asc_df_1488936358/?tag=&linkCode=df0&hvadid=393872337347&hvpos=&hvnetw=g&hvrand=17191787448781098786&hvpone=&hvptwo=&hvqmt=&hvdev=c&hvdvcmdl=&hvlocint=&hvlocphy=9005930&hvtargid=pla-756203764489&ref=&adgrpid=78517715221&th=1

August: I have a knock off Diamond Dots kit and August seems like a good month to try that.  It’s supposed to be similar to cross stitch, but again, no textiles in the heat.  If I like it, I already have a few more kits that I bought on sale/on a whim/for free shipping on amazon. Those can be considered in 2024.

https://www.hinkler.com.au/crystal-creations-proud-peacock

September-December:  When fall comes Christmas is just around the corner.  I want to keep some time available to start doing holiday gifts, but I hope to do some craft painting.  I’ve got quite a few ceramic ornaments to paint that I’ve collected over the years, so I can work on those.  I also used to make marbled glass ornaments and fall is a good time to do that because they can take weeks to dry but only need to be turned 1-2 times a day so it’s good to make a bunch at once.  Also I will be doing Inktober again, so that covers October.

https://www.marthastewart.com/274467/christmas-ornament-projects?slide=f755a21b-ca8d-4267-91c5-c207114819cc#f755a21b-ca8d-4267-91c5-c207114819cc

https://www.favecrafts.com/Ornaments/Marbelous-Ornaments

I have a few orphan projects I may do when I have time (like that Mandala blanket) and I know I won’t make all of these goals.  And I’m sure holiday gifts will totally derail some.  But these are the fun plans.  And I may do some smaller cross stitch projects in between.

[queso-magnifico]

Because starting a project is the best part (with finishing being second best), I have a new crochet project. This one is going to be a skirt for my sister so she can look cool at EDM shows. I'm just doing the ribbing for the waist right now, but this yarn is SO PRETTY. I splurged at my local yarn shop. It's such nice yarn to work with. I also treated myself to a Tulip crochet hook because they're so comfy.

Pattern: Crochet Mini Slit Skirt by ChendaDIY on YouTube (link)

Yarn: The Uncommon Thread Merino DK in Birthstone

[inanewmoon]

For fanfic purposes, trying to collect all of Akane's outfits from the manga. This is gonna take a while.

Tulip Pattern Shirt and Dotted Skirt- Volume 9, Ch 21

[sorcerymuses]

Winx Club Fairy Transformations (Initial and Charmix)

//So to preface this post, I’ve picked up a new big project in ‘rewriting’ Winx Club. I’ll be using the new fairy designs for my muses here on this blog. I’ll bring it up in my fic, but except for Bloom (because of her unusual enrollment situation) part of the entrance exam for Alfea is a fairy transformation, so they already had this basic form when they were introduced. I’ll be altering the achievements of Charmix a little.

Fairy (Initial) in order of introduction ›

General Rule › outfit consists of either a one or two piece outfit in the respective fairy's favourite colour; wing shape and colour is related to power-set; shoes vary based on fairy's personality; hair accessories are common (from hats to clips) but if the fairy is a Princess, she will always wear some form of tiara or crown (which is one of the hints to Bloom's true background)

Bloom ›

Baby blue crop top with long transparent silver raglan sleeves and a high collar with a Sunstone pendant, a matching micro-skirt, and heeled ankle boots

Wings are shaped similarly to Dragonfly wings and tipped with red

She wears a jewelled tiara set with Sunstones

Stella ›

Orange single shoulder crop top with a flowing quarter length split sleeve clasped at her shoulder with a Peach Moonstone, matching short bloomers and matching go-go boots, her hair is restyled into low pigtails held by leather ties

Wings are shaped to emulate sunrays with yellow tips

She wears a silver tiara with a single Peach Moonstone

Flora ›

A pastel pink drop sleeve dress with a sweetheart neckline and petal skirt emulating a Peony blossom with a darker pink choker decorated with a Peony blossom and matching gladiator sandals, her hair is restyled into a half ponytail

Wings are shaped like Rose leaves with green tips

Wears a Peony blossom at the clasp of her ponytail

Tecna ›

A dark purple bodysuit with silver circuitry designs, and matching 'cyberpunk' wedge boots

Wings are digital in nature, normally neon green wires in the outline of bee wings but in flight reshape themselves into a triangular kite

Wears a cybernetic helmet to match suit, with a retracting neon screen

Musa ›

A maroon qipao with purple trim and music themed designs, purple micro-skirt, and matching wedge ankle boots

Wings are shaped to emulate a Bass Clef with pink tips

Wears purple headphones

Aisha ›

Pastel green sports bra and short-shorts with matching tennis shoes

Wings are shaped to emulate ocean waves with blue tips

Wears a jewelled circlet decorated with Peridot chips

Charmix (Accessories) in order of achievement ›

General Rule › accessories are related to power source of respective fairy

Bloom (Achieved by overcoming hesitation as the group’s chosen leader) ›

Sunstone pendant changes shape to a heart and gains a rose gold trim

Red and orange furry (colour and fur pattern looks like flames) heart shaped hip bag

Stella (Achieved by admitting her insecurities) ›

Moonstone clasp gains a Silver wire frame to match her Sword Ring

Silver hip bag with gold trim and a golden crescent moon

Flora (Achieved by overcoming anxiety around romance) ›

Choker becomes green and Peony decoration gains silver edges

Dark pink tulip shaped shoulder bag with green cord

Musa (Achieved by facing her father) ›

Qipao clasps replaced with a single treble clef brooch

Pink CD Player hip bag

Tecna (Achieved by overcoming her fear of showing emotion) ›

Neon Green triangular brooch

Matching transmitter hip bag

Aisha (Achieved by realizing that she's not alone and never has been) ›

Blue wave shaped brooch with silver trim

Pink canteen with blue seal

Another ‘Season 2′ feature ›

Bloom’s Corrupted Fairy form ›

Navy blue and dark red lolita dress (See this post for reference)

Wings remain the same shape with a darker red at the tips and a slight black aura

Tiara remains the same but Sunstones are replaced with Garnets

[shellyvizanko]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: GAP WOOL BLEND LINED GEOMETRIC PATTERN SKIRT, SZ 6.

[lovesmcfashion]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Shiny Flare Sleeve Surplice Tulip Hem Dress.