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alexanderwales · 4 months ago

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The Hero is Finally Doing my Sidequest

The party was four people, but there were twelve of us all told. Kyper was the leader, the protagonist, the Chosen One, our assigned hero, so he was always there with his sword in hand and cape swirling behind him. Gendin was a big, blocky guy with thick armor, a heavy shield, and an incongruous little kitchen knife that couldn't have been longer than six inches. Merrith was the party's cleric, light and shadow coming from the hoop on top of her staff, a second-rate healer but with a high amount of versatility.

There were a handful of people that usually occupied the fourth slot. Cardi was an archer, always there if the party was going up against fliers. Terrent was an elemental mage, mostly used to counter affinities. Against humans, it was usually Dennin, who was a skulk-thief, unless they were mind-controlled, in which case it was Tathia, who could use her martial arts to take them down without killing them. Occasionally someone who wasn't even on the roster would join up for a time, but usually not more than a day or two.

Where were the rest of us, when the four members of the party were doing their thing? Good question.

I had the sense of being there, but could never place myself. After the fact, if asked, I would say things like 'we fought the wyvrens', but if you asked me what I had done -- which no one ever did -- I would have been puzzled and unable to explain, even if I was able to recount the blow-by-blow of what the party had done, every sword stroke, every claw against shield, every shout that lingered in the air. Where was I? There, I suppose. I must have been. I traveled with Kyper, didn't I?

Whenever we stopped to rest, I was much more clearly present. Kyper would always make his rounds, and he would always speak to me, and I would feel warmth in my chest and the small hairs raising on my arms. There was something electric about him. We all felt the pull of him, and it was hard to hold back a flirtateous tone -- for me, the rest of the girls, and a few of the men. Kyper liked to give gifts, even if they were small, and whenever we broke to rest that became a part of his visits. At first it had been things I didn't know what to do with, a little acorn or one time a live frog, but on one occasion he gave me blueberries, and I had blushed and asked if he was sure. Every time after that, he had blueberries on hand for me. They reminded me of my childhood and summers spent in the hinterlands, though I never had occasion to tell him. The gift was always the same, but it never stopped giving me a warm, fuzzy feeling. He had noticed my reaction and then gone out of his way to give me something I liked, and it was that, more than the blueberries or the summer memories, that made me blush every time.

In the scheme of the world, I was special. I had been born from a crystalline fragment of a god that had fallen down to land in the woods, and been raised by the Winter King as the Lightning Princess. I had power that most people could only dream of: I could run across water without getting wet, twist myself high up into the sky, clap like a thunderbolt, and glow with pale blue arcs of electricity.

In the scheme of the roster, I was dirt. I could fight in the air and at range, and I was the fourth best person at both those roles. I could use the lightning coursing through my veins to resuscitate people in a pinch, and I was the worst of the five of us -- Barbarelle could bring a person back healthier than they'd been the day before and with their clothes repaired to boot. I could take a hit, but not that many of them, and I could fight, but not as well as the others. We were each supposed to have our niche, but I had none. Maybe that was my role, to be the all-arounder, jack of all trades and master of none, but if that was it, it was a role that consigned me to eternally sit on the sidelines.

Was I actually there for any of it? I thought about that a lot. It might have been that I only existed in those moments when Kyper was talking to me or giving me another handful of blueberries.

There was one time the team had to split in two, when we became separate parties of four attempting to achieve two mission objectives at the same time. I watched as Kyper made the parties. I wasn't on either of them. One party went north to the shield generator, while the other party went south, to the castle walls. Where was I? Both places. Neither. No one ever talked to me about that experience. I never mentioned it to Kyper. I think it was then I realized that I would never have anything to do, that my life would exist only while resting in inns or at campfires, and then only to get blueberries.

Eventually I stopped believing that I would somehow make the party. I stopped hoping for it. I was growing stronger the more we adventured, and every now and then I would find myself in a new outfit I didn't remember picking up with a collection of throwing stars that was sharper than the ones that had come before, but it was all irrelevant.

Someday, Kyper was going to complete his quest. Maybe I would know who I was then. Maybe I would be there, for one last party, before the team dissolved. I no longer had illusions that he was going to make me his wife.

And then, as it seemed like we were about to go after M'ok Tannid the Ancient and bring about the end of prophecies, I found myself standing in my hometown.

I looked with shock on the thatched-roof cottages and the fir trees that had been bent by the wind. The smell of smoke reached my nostrils, birch in the fireplaces, a faint whiff of meats being preserved. I knew this village, Thanholm. I had been here with my father, before his illness.

"Is everything okay, Titania?" asked Kyper. He was looking at me with a furrowed brow.

I looked back at him. He was looking at me. Gendin was beside him, looking at the village, and Merrith was adding yet another carving to her staff in that bored, disinterested way she seemed to do everything.

There was no one else.

I was in the party.

"I ... this is my home country," I said.

"Oh," said Kyper, seeming relieved by this for some reason. "Well you're going to be our guide then, okay?"

"Okay!" I said with an enthusiastic bark I didn't feel.

We walked into the town together, the four of us, my first time in the party since we'd met. I felt the ground beneath my feet, the wind in my hair, and the lightning in my spine. I was real, whole.

Whatever happened next, I knew I had only one goal: I wanted to make this last as long as I possibly could.

#micro fiction #microfiction

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15-lizards · 4 months ago

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aaaa I've been acknowledged okay okay sO-

First of all all your hcs are the most based and accurate things I've ever seen and they simultaneously take climate, history, and surrounding kingdoms into account and I love it, the sheer work you must put into these is impressive. (As an aside I agree with most of what you say and would like to add that since the riverlands and the iron islands used to be part of the same kingdom under harren and such they'd probably share certain details I think)

So like thank you for validating my nonsense even if you didn't know you were doing that.

Also my current fave oc is a daughter of Catelyn and Ned that's just a bit older than Robb. She politicizes her fashion choices so during the fight for Northern independence when the Riverlands have just been scooped up and declared Robb's territory she blends northern and riverlands fashion to sort of symbolically unify the two sides of her heritage into one kingdom, when she herself is queen and is focusing on maintaining the independence her brother fought for she's the most Northern northerner to ever say winter is coming, etc. She also wears either masculine or feminine clothing depending on her purposes and I have some wardrobe ideas already but I like getting other people's takes on my stuff and you were the first person I thought of who would have cool contributions.

Friend I will always validate nonsense 🫶 okay let me stir my brain

Okay u gave a lot to work with so I tried to add a good bit of medieval western Europe and traditional Slavic variety for our versatile queen I hope it pleases u 💜

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femmefatalevibe · 1 year ago

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Hi! Do you have an easy peasy guide to skincare and hygiene for depressed dummies? 😃

Hi love! Sharing a high-level, basic skincare routine and hygiene tips to follow:

Morning Skincare:

Gentle facial cleanser & water

Vitamin C serum + hyaluronic acid

Facial moisturizer

Sunscreen designed for your face (at least SPF 50 – I think that this La Roche Posay SPF 60 choice is the best option for the money)

Apply sunscreen to your hands, neck, and any parts that will be exposed to the sun (Don't forget to use an SPF lip balm, too!)

Nighttime Skincare:

Remove any makeup (I love these Simple makeup wipes!)

Gentle cleanser

Toner/serums (only use AHAs like glycolic acid or lactic acid and retinol/retinoids at night, using them during the day can increase chances of sunburning)

Facial moisturizer (can be heavier than the one you use during the day, especially in the winter or if you have dry skin)

Spot treatments (if needed)

Eye cream

Skincare Extras:

Exfoliate your face 2-3 times/week (I love the First Aid Beauty Radiance Pads but the CeraVe Renewing Salicylic Acid Cleanser is a great drugstore option!)

Always use disposable cloths instead of a regular towel on your face to reduce bacteria, breakouts, or infections (I love the Clean Skin Club ones!)

Exfoliate your body 2-3 times a week using a dry brush or a scrub (I love the CeraVe Salicylic Acid Body Cleanser, but my favorite is the OUAI Sugar Scrub) and follow it up with a hydrating body moisturizer

Always exfoliate and moisturize before shaving, waxing, or other body hair removal treatments (look up the timeframes for the type of hair removal you choose)

Scrub under your nails daily with antibacterial soap & water and a nail brush

Vaseline is a versatile staple item that can be used as an affordable alternative to an eye cream, cuticle oil, lip balm, or hand cream, and can be used to treat any dry, cracked, or rough patches on the skin

Use a hand lotion and moisturizer on your feet with socks every night before bed

Aloe vera and coconut oil are great skincare staples to keep on hand to soothe burns, irritation, or inflamed skin

Haircare Tips:

Shampoo your skull, condition the rest: Focus shampoo on your roots and work it through your scalp; concentrate conditioner on the ends and work your way up until you reach the base of your skull - around your upper ear lobe

Always comb, never brush, your hair when wet: Gently use a wide-tooth comb, from root to tip, on wet hair to prevent breakage

Use a special towel to dry your hair: My favorite is from Crown Affair (pricey for what it is but worthwhile in the long-term), but a Turbie Twist from the drugstore works infinitely better than a regular towel that weighs down and causes frizzy, damaged hair

Always use a heat protection spray before blow drying or straightening/curling your hair: (Briogeo and Oribe products are my love for all haircare products, including their blowdry creams – also love R +Co. for a heat protection styling mist)

Choose your hair ties wisely: Use seamless or silk hair ties exclusively to prevent breakage or awkward creases on your hair. Wear a silk scrunchie if you prefer. These hair ties from Amazon are my holy grail (only $7 for 100 hair ties!), and they come in a portable ziplock bag

Use dryer sheets to minimize hair frizz and water or Vaseline to slick back fly-aways

Other Hygiene Tips:

Brush teeth, floss, & skincare (2x/day); Get a water pick, too, if you can!

Use a toothbrush cover at all times; Close the toilet seat before flushing

Wash your body towels at least once a week

Wash your pillowcases weekly and sheets at least once every 2 weeks

Throw out and replace your mascara every 2-3 months

Change your underwear and socks daily or more after sweating/working out

For those who menstruate, change your pad or tampon every 3-4 hours

Vulva owners: Use a fragrance-free soap on the outside, only water to clean the inside – no fancy wipes or douching. Wipe front to back!

Wear cotton underwear whenever possible; Find a fabric that breathes

Have a similar buttocks cleansing routine that you do for your face to prevent embarrassing zits or acne

Don't shave between waxes; Use tweezers if necessary a few days after your hair removal treatment

Always wash your hands before touching your face

Hope this helps xx

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firstaidspray · 7 months ago

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Each version of Mr Scratch and what they smell like - Scratch and sniff, if you will.

Okay so because I am So Normal about Scratch, the other night I was wondering what he smells like, and more specifically, what each games' version of him smells like. Now the obvious comes to mind with versions like AW2, who is covered in blood and dons a biker jacket- he smells like gore and leather. But at the mall I did some literal sniffing around some different men's fragrances and have come up with a list of what each version of Scratch would smell like in terms of cologne, as well as extra scents (such as the aforementioned blood and leather). Here we go!!

AW1 Scratch

(Sorry, had NO good pics of him)

The smells, generalized: a warm and spicy cologne, freshly printed ink on paper, the woods, cold air.

We don't get to see much of Scratch in AW1, as he's introduced in the ending, but its DLCs do give us more. However that freshness, that just-created copy of Alan, makes me feel like he would not only smell like- very subtly- freshly printed ink on paper, but also whatever Alan may have worn as a fragrance combined with a genuine forest scent of pine needles, dirt, etc. as well as cold air. As for Alan's fragrance and therefore Scratch's, my cologne for AW1 Scratch is...

Gucci Guilty Por Homme. This fragrance is described in this way: A woody, aromatic, ambery fragrance that magnifies the true essence of [the fragrance's] signature. A new and intense vision of masculinity, [the fragrance] opens with a lighter, milder, and more modernized aromatic hook. The true essence of [the fragrance] is magnified at the heart with the deep ambery signature of Spanish cistus combined with the floral richness of orange flower and a spicy hint of nutmeg. Finally, the mysterious elegance of Indonesian patchouli is reinforced with the long-lasting sensation of dry woods and musks. The fragrance family is "warm and spicy," and the type is considered "woody spices."

I feel this vibe fits Alan, at least in the first game, perfectly. If you've smelled this scent, you know what I mean. It's the smell of a man who has enough money to blow on expensive cologne, yet it somehow remains a humble scent, if one can apply that word to a smell. Though this is said of Alan by Scratch in AWAN, not AW1, "you've got money, fame, but you don't know what to do with it!" In my mind, this is translating back to Alan as a successful writer but still a relatively normal dude, and this scent just fits the vibes. Like yes I have enough money to buy Gucci cologne, but I'm not gonna shove it in your face. Likely only wears it in a very very light way. And because of AW1 Scratch being a fresh copy of Alan, he would wear this scent too. He hasn't developed enough of his own self yet, not like he has by AWAN, so I imagine he smells like Alan does.

To recap: AW1 Scratch smells like Gucci Guilty Por Homme because that is what Alan wears (in my mind) and he is a fresh copy of Alan, yet to develop his own scent tastes. He smells also of the literal woods, as Alan likely does from his "adventure." The smell of fresh ink on paper refers to the vibes of being a "copy," and of words being typed with a typewriter's ink. Cold air refers once more to his freshness and lack of real self- it's like he's hollow, and when he enters the room it turns, and smells, cold, like a winter night.

AWAN Scratch

The smells, generalized: a versatile, charismatic, elegant cologne, hair gel, freshly pressed clothes, Campari.

Scratch has developed his whooole own personality by the time we see him again in AWAN, and therefore has also developed his own taste in fragrances. We know damn well this man is spending good money for good cologne- after all, it's Alan's money that he's taking and using for anything he wants, why not spend an extra bit to smell good? Also, his insanely gelled hair, he's got some hair gel smell on him too. His clothes are very nice and neat (when they aren't bloody) and he often straightens them up, so I'd assume they are freshly pressed and ironed and starched and all that, which you can smell. Campari is not confirmed to be the drink AWAN Scratch has, but considering it is the drink of Tom Zane's choice and his similarities to AWAN Scratch, let's say it is. It's the same color, anyway. It looks the same. He has a faint smell of it on him when he's been drinking. As for Scratch's fragrance, my cologne for AWAN Scratch is...

Montblanc Legend Spirit. This fragrance is described in this way: Discovering a breathtakingly fresh woody aromatic territory, this cool and confident scent blends energizing citrus with intense cardamom and lavender, settling on a sensual woody base. [The fragrance] is a powerfully modern scent designed for a passionate man who yearns to explore new horizons. The fragrance reveals a more casual side of the [designer] man while maintaining the same versatility, elegance, and charisma of the original. It's style is also said to be versatile, charismatic, and elegant.

A passionate man yearning to explore new horizons? Is that not exactly what our dear AWAN Scratch is doing? Sure, his yearning is more like obsession and his new horizons are horrifying, but it still fits. It's said to reveal a casual side but maintain the same elements of the original- Scratch reveals to us his silly, playful, campy side through his tapes and dialogue, but we must remember the original elements of him being an evil bastard. Scratch's versatility in murder and in methods of fucking up Alan's life fits that bit (I will not stoop to making sex jokes). AWAN Scratch is dictionary definition charismatic, the man could charm me out of my clothes just by looking at me. And elegant- Scratch seems to want to appear groomed, clean, neat. He dresses nice, in a suit. I suppose that's elegant enough.

The vibe I got smelling this for the first time hit me straight in the face as AWAN Scratch's smell. It's the smell of that nicely dressed, weirdly charming man you happen upon somewhere in passing. A party, a store, the street. And who knows, maybe that man is a super natural serial killer too? This is a very very charming scent, the vibes are off the charts correct for Mr Scratch.

To recap: AWAN Scratch smells like Montblanc Legend Spirit, because that is a charismatic and charming cologne if I've ever smelled one. The vibes are just off the charts Scratch coded. His hair gel is also probably fragrant, he uses so much of it you'd probably smell it if he got relatively close to you. Freshly pressed clothes get a spot as not only a vibe but a possible applicable smell, as we see Scratch straighten up his clothes and try to look put together, his clothes must be ironed and taken care of. And finally, the Campari- it's not confirmed that's what he drinks, but in my mind it is, and when he does drink, you get a faint hint of it off him.

AW2 Scratch

The smells, generalized: earthy and woody cologne, leather, blood, hotel soap.

By AW2, Scratch has been defeated once, and now, he's just pissed off and wants the Clicker. In every instance we see the man, he's disheveled, and has at least some blood on him somewhere. The other two have to do with Scratch possessing people- the leather from Jaakko's jacket, and the hotel soap as the vaguest, barely there little note you can only smell if you get close enough to, say, kiss him. Which I would. Anyways, that's from Alan freshening up at the lodge, and if we count him possessing Casey, I'm sure he's also been using that soap. I'll elaborate later on what I mean by hotel soap. For now we will see something else. My cologne for AW2 Scratch is....

Burberry Hero. This fragrance is described in this way: The vibrant freshness of bergamot is invigorated with juniper and black pepper and deepened with a heart of cedarwood—a new man, a new hero. Discover [the fragrance], the new [designer] masculine spirit that explores freedom as modern heroism. [Designer's] vision of modern heroism is challenging the stereotypes of masculinity and empowering man to transform and find the courage to embrace who he truly is—to become extraordinary. It's classed in the scent family "earthy and woody" and the scent type is "citrus and woods."

I smelled this and I immediately pictured the colors associated with AW2 Scratch- black, dark brown, deep red. I picked up on a vibe I thought fit him pretty quickly, and this was one of the last colognes I smelled, too. I thought I'd have to settle for one I didn't really think fit him, but then this one fixed that. The earthy and woody description fits for a man who crawled from a lake in the middle of a forest, and the vibes of transformation, embracing your true self, and becoming extroardinary?? All Scratch coded. He wants to transform Alan into himself, or vice versa. He really seems to embrace that raw, visceral, angry version of himself in AW2. And to have the clicker, to be God essentially, is that not extraordinary? The style this stuff goes for is what Scratch goes for. Plus my synesthesia vouches for it.

To recap: AW2 Scratch smells like Burberry Hero cologne, because the vibes are just absolutely applicable to him, and even just smelling it in person I saw his colors. He also smells like leather because, well, poor Jaakko's jacket is now his, and I know for a fact Jaakko takes good care of that leather and it smells great. Blood is obvious, Scratch is constantly covered in it, and if you've never truly smelled blood, like a room covered in it...trust me, you don't wanna. Just take my word that it smells like a sweeter version of rusty metal. And hotel soap, I will now elaborate: you know the little soaps you can get at hotels, how they all smell exactly the same?? Alan definitely freshened up at the lodge, and Casey had been staying there so he likely used it too, and I feel Scratch carried the ever so slight hint of it if you got really really close and he didn't like. Bite your face off.

SO!! That was a lot of work, research, and headaches from sniffing a bunch of cologne for a good thirty minutes. Plus some other stuff that I think fits the Scratch versions. If you have any comments or other ideas of what they may smell like, please reply here or shoot me an ask!! And yes, comments about how unhinged this post is are welcome too.

#mr scratch #alan wake #alan wake 2 #awan #alan wake's american nightmare #ilkka villi #mine #idk what to even tag this as. bro what rhe hell is this. im unwell

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cherryflavoredprettyboy · 10 months ago

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My 2024 Trend Predictions

Disclaimer! Trends are bullshit!!! What’s “in” and “out” is totally subjective and fashion is an art form, public opinion and new crazes have no impact on the real art and following trends is your choice. Trend cycles are sped up so violently by capitalism and fast fashion as a beast, fashion is supposed to be fun.

This list is my opinions as a 19 year old boy who spends too much time online and read too much vogue as a kid. I am not an expert, I just like to talk.

Indie Sleaze

I’m already seeing this one happening, the colored tights under shorts, the fur vests, I think especially with the popularity of saltburn and it’s aesthetics we’ll see a lot more of this in the beginning of this new year. Graphic t-shirts with ironic phrases were already big in 2023, glitter and silver makeup especially is on the rise, this is already happening and I am excited. I fucking love indie sleaze. Nostalgia is a huge impact on trend cycles, I think we’ll see a lot of 2000 and 2010s trends seeing as the generations looking up to teens following those trends in their childhoods and longing to live those lifestyles are now old enough to embrace that dream. I think for people more into alternative fashion this will translate into a emo and scene resurgence that I’ve already been seeing.

Twee

This is based off the nostalgia again, I think a lot of folks who gravitate more towards cottage core-esque fashions and aesthetics are going to start embracing twee. 2024 is going to be a year of embracing cringe and quirky “individualism”, it is the year of the manic pixie dream girl, is is the year of pissing off boring men with “annoying” femininity. I think cutesy patterns, lace, buttons, diy big jewelry and hair accessories are gonna be on the rise. I can see girls making videos about their craft nights on tiktok already. Skater skirts, Peter Pan collars, bangs, Jess from new girl eat your heart out.

“Humble” Classy/reverse flexing

People are getting tired of the insistence on being “classy”, I think in 2024 we’re going to see a lot of celebrities trying to seem humble and average and down to earth. I think we’ll see a lot of brand mixing, super expensive designer paired with cheap every day brands, I think we’ll see this in clothes and especially in food. I think we’ll see a lot of branding for fast food popping up alongside that “classy” aesthetic. I think that this will also show up more with thrifting becoming popular again amongst influencers but specifically thrifting for designer/up cycling designer (badly). They’ll sell it under a veil of sustainability, it’ll be infuriatingly shallow.

Lightning Round

Pom poms

Feathers (especially hair feathers)

Fur in mens fashion

Metallic makeup

Grungy makeup looks

Full coverage foundations/matte foundations

Peplums (somehow)

Skinny jeans

Jewel toned nails

Short nails

Dainty chokers

Statement earrings

Wood/leather jewelry

Flats

Vintage anime merch

2000s/2010s brand mascots

Mod style

70s resurgence moments throughout (this is wistful thinking I just love the fashion of the 70s)

My Trend Timeline

End of winter into spring- indie sleazing our way into the new year, I think it’s a versatile enough fashion that can be easily executed with what people already have from previous trends in 2023. Everything is set up rolling out into the warmer months.

Summer- I think this is going to be prime time “trashy” early 2000s party girl kind of time. We got a little of it last summer but I think it’s going to really hit this year. Whale tails, chunky low lights, messy makeup, bedazzled jeans. I think we’ll also see some keywest kitten esque looks from the preppier side of things, lots of bright colors and fun jewelry. I think we’ll also get a lot of vintage Americana moments, once again we got a bit of it last year and I think it’ll be brought back.

Fall- peak twee season, especially nearing the holidays. I think we’re gonna see a lot of rich color this fall too, jewel tones, beautiful deep greens and reds, not a lot in clothing but I think definitely in makeup and accessories. Around this time I think the preppier leaning folks will get back into skinny jeans. I think vintage graphic Ts will also get popular around this time, something easy but still interesting. Men’s fashion doesn’t cycle through as quickly so I think the kind of 70s aesthetics I’ve seen a lot of dudes into will continue (but I think they’ll also get in on the indie sleaze, I think for mens fashion it will stick around for fall). I think we’ll see more textures, lace, fur, leather, etc.

Winter- this is right around when I think the forced “casually classy” down to earth bs will start. Twee will continue amongst a smaller group and we’ll see a lot of cute diy gifts and stuff for the holidays, this will also impact the up cycling I think we’ll see from influencers and celebrities. I think hyper-feminine aesthetics will really kick back up, Pom poms, whites and pinks, skirts and big sweaters, Ralph Lauren teddy bears everywhere. It’ll be contrasted by a new interest in grungy/intense makeup looks, thin brows and dark lips, messy eyes, glitter.

I’m very excited for these all to turn out totally wrong and for me to make a fool of myself! But who gives a shit, I’m just saying this all for fun. Happy new year everyone!

- Valentine <3

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shifting---patterns · 10 months ago

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Wearing Time: Carpe Diem and the Artistry of Anti-Fashion (Pt. 2 / 2)

Continuing since part one of this article was simply too long.

/// Luca Laurini Luca Laurini, distinguished from his peers Cecchetto and Amadei, directs his focus exclusively on clothing within his label Under Construction, eschewing leather and accessories entirely. Established in 2003, Under Construction stands out as one of the most prominent among the four labels spearheaded by the former Carpe Diem design team. While guided by Altieri at Carpe Diem, Laurini honed his skills in knitwear, and his vision for the craft of knitwear and ready-to-wear fashion crystallized during the creation of L'Maltieri and Linea.

Unfortunately I couldn't find any picture of Laurini himself. More space for his creations!

Carpe Diem's prior emphasis on leather processing provided Laurini with the platform to express his ideas about knitwear and ready-to-wear pieces in a manner that was both disruptive and experimental. Post-Carpe Diem, Laurini founded Under Construction with the explicit intent of challenging conventional perceptions of knitwear. The label's name itself implies that Laurini's collection consists of pieces intentionally designed to appear seemingly unfinished. Employing modern technologies and adopting an architectural approach, Laurini's designs are characterized by modern tailoring and urban minimalism.

The Under Construction collection spans from unconventional white T-shirts with uneven seams to black button-down shirts featuring non-traditional stitches. It includes tapered pants with flared crotches and gathered ankles. Laurini remains true to his roots, paying homage to Carpe Diem with a long-sleeved shirt adorned with a blue and white print reminiscent of muscle fibers. These garments embody the philosophy of Label Under Construction, marked by the fusion of technology and architecture with a steadfast focus on craftsmanship.

Through his label Under Construction, Luca Laurini demonstrates that, despite the absence of leather and accessories, he has the ability to craft an impressive array of modern and urban clothing pieces. These pieces stand out for their intentional imperfections and artisanal refinement, showcasing Laurini's commitment to pushing the boundaries of conventional fashion norms.

Sara Lanzi Sara Lanzi, perhaps the lesser-known member of the Carpe Diem family, specializes in the transformative art of clothing, driven by her deep appreciation for knitwear. Serving as the steward of the Linea label at Carpe Diem from 1999 to 2003, Lanzi, a former student of contemporary art, sees the human body not merely as a reference point but as an object for "essential and transformative pieces." Her foray into the fashion world commenced with the presentation of her eponymous women's fashion collection in Paris in 2004.

Lanzi's overarching goal is to harmonize aesthetics and functionality, manifested through monochrome pieces with a strong emphasis on versatility. The Fall/Winter collection of 2006 showcased her innovative prowess, featuring garments that could be worn in various ways—a knee-length dress with a scarf serving as a sleeve or an unevenly draped ribbed tank that seamlessly transformed into a sweater with a collar. Another notable creation was Lanzi's A-line velvet dress, radiating monastic elegance from the front yet revealing a seductively transgressive deep back neckline upon closer inspection.

Sara Lanzi's current collections adhere to a similar concept, accentuating the duality of garments with a more subdued look tailored for the "natural woman." Lanzi's designs exemplify her ability to seamlessly unite aesthetics and functionality, highlighting the duality and versatility of clothing as mediums for personal style and self-expression. Despite her relatively lower recognition within the Carpe Diem family, Sara Lanzi has carved out a distinct place in avant-garde fashion through her inventive approach to knitwear and fashion, proving that her creative ingenuity transcends the boundaries of conventional recognition.

Taichi Murakami (Honorable Mention) Taichi Murakami, the former pattern maker at M.A+ and the founder of his eponymous brand, stands as a prominent figure in the realm of avant-garde fashion. In the mid-2000s, the Gothic clothing movement (here's a brief reference to my blog article "How Post-Punk Influenced Nowadays Fashion") served as a global inspiration for designers, including Rick Owens in North America, and labels such as Julius, Attachment, Devoa, and The Viridi-Anne. While many of these designers share a lineage with Carpe Diem in some way, Taichi Murakami distinguishes himself through his unique and innovative work.

During his studies in Tokyo, Murakami gained experience at Lift, a multi-brand boutique in Daikanyama known for its artisanal brands like Carol Christian Poell and M.A+. Fascinated by Maurizio Amadei's intricate patterns at M.A+, Murakami aspired to work there one day. His goal became a reality after completing his studies when he secured a scholarship to study pattern making in Milan. In 2009, he joined Amadei as a pattern maker at M.A+, where he imbibed a flexible approach to the design process, a departure from the strict Japanese mentality. Amadei's encouragement for Murakami to experiment beyond traditional limits, creating prototypes from various materials, became a formative aspect of his creative journey.

After gaining valuable experience at M.A+, Murakami felt prepared to establish his own fashion line. In 2012, he unveiled his inaugural collection in Tokyo. Murakami identifies more as a clothing developer than a conventional designer, displaying an obsessive commitment to sourcing the right materials before embarking on the design process. With local connections granting him access to adventurous fabric manufacturers, Murakami's refined patterning adapts to the behavior of each fabric, allowing him to shape each piece in unique ways—resulting in garments that are truly one-of-a-kind.

Taichi Murakami's distinctive approach resonates throughout his collections, positioning him as a fitting successor to Altieri and Amadei's design ethos. His work epitomizes a successful fusion of traditional craftsmanship, experimental design, and the freedom to challenge established norms, marking him as a trailblazer in the avant-garde fashion landscape.

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Carpe Diem's indelible mark on artisanal fashion stands as a testament to Altieri's visionary leadership and the collective creativity of its members. Despite the surging interest in artisanal avant-garde fashion, the prospect of a Carpe Diem resurgence remains uncertain. Nevertheless, the dissolution of Carpe Diem has not dimmed the creative fervor of its members. Each, including Altieri with his "Vnapersona" project, ventures beyond the realm of fashion, infusing art into their pursuits.

Altieri, Amadei, Cecchetto, Laurini, and Lanzi have not only pioneered avant-garde fashion but have also left an enduring legacy, fostering a continued influence embraced by various labels and designers. Their artistic imprints endure, evident in contemporary collections two decades later. The Carpe Diem collective remains a pivotal milestone in the annals of artisanal fashion, its impact echoing through time. As we look to the future, the anticipation lingers for potential developments and projects from Altieri and his colleagues, underscoring their perpetual influence on the ever-evolving landscape of creative expression.

Davis Jahn

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earenwen-leafwhisper · 2 years ago

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His first and only love

Abstract: If before Rhea Royce there was Y/n, the only one that Daemon really loved.

Pairing: Daemon x Fem Chubby Reader

Author’s note: Hello, I just finished writing this one shot, I hope you like it, if there are spelling or conjugation errors, I’m sorry I would correct them as much as I can.

Trigger Warning: fluffy, a little anxiety and mention of blood and death. (Yes, I know, it’s a strange mix.)

For all those who knew Daemon during the reign of Viserys and the dance of dragons, the only person he ever loved was himself or for some Rhaenyra. For all those who knew him before the coronation and could not speak now would tell you, that this was not the case. Daemon did not know that to drown his own grief, that he was only a shadow of himself, that he wanted only one thing, and it was not to marry anyone, Rhaenyra was only a piece of the giant chessboard in which Westeros was found.

During the reign of Jaehaerys I, life in King’s Landing was different, The days seemed to be clearer. The population of King’s Landing was less aware of crime, the guards doing their job properly.

You lived in a small house in King’s Landing, your parents worked in the city, they ran a small business, in which you worked to help your parents while you were engaged or to have enough savings to open your own business. You did not live in the noblest part of King’s Landing, nor in the poorest. You rubbed shoulders with people of all backgrounds except the nobles of the castle, although for some deliveries of goods, your father went with an employee to the castle, but no interaction other than with two or three servants took place.

You had never left the city, the journeys were dangerous and required a lot of money, although in your being you wanted to be able to travel freely, to discover the islands of several travelers passing through King’s Landing told the stories. See even from afar the gardens of Highgarden, a winter in the north under the snow mountains, islands and warm lands east of Westeros. When dragons flew over the city you could not help but look at them, imagining what it could be like to travel the world. The only trips you were allowed were when you exchanged goods with a city near King’s Landing, more generally it was your father and an employee, armed in case of possible conflict on the roads, their journey lasted at least a week on good days.

Your first encounter with Daemon took place on a great hunting day.

The big hunt was organized by the king, some merchants were called to provide materials, food and drinks for the duration of the event. The palace placed an order in your parents' shop, asking for goods to be delivered on site. Your parents had organized the trade for the week that made up the big hunt. Your mother would stay at King’s Landing, doing the business, with an employee and an apprentice. You had volunteered to help your father, even though you were a young woman, you had become versatile in your business, whether it was for sale, organization or even repair what had to be done when no men were present. You knew where your goods were placed, their cost, how to move them and place them on the wagon. It wasn’t a burden to you, just normal.

You followed your father when he put the goods in the wagon, explaining that the trade was in good hands, that you were independent enough to help him. You brought him all the arguments that came to mind, you ended up helping him to place wooden crates, placing them so that they take up the least space on the wagon, so that you could place more goods.

You watched your father get on the wagon, take the reins in hand, employ him who went with him sitting beside him. You sighed, ready to turn around and go home. When you heard your father.

“You can come, you have ten minutes to prepare. If you’re not back by then, we’ll be gone.”

You hastened to take a bag where you placed a few clothes, the essentials, a dress, a pair of stockings, a long shirt, a clean ribbon to bind your hair if it were likely to fall before your eyes (if it was of no use to you, it could still be used as a bandage in case of injury), and a pair of underwear (mainly a panty, the long shirt serving as underwear of the upper body at the time). It wasn’t a tourist trip but for work, you don’t allow yourself any frivolity.

In less than 10 minutes you took what you needed and ran towards the wagon, you went up to the back and sat on one of the big crates, placing your bag on your lap, your mother said goodbye from afar, just like the employee and the apprentice staying with her. Your heart was palpitating, for the first time you would see the outside of the city, even if it was going to be just from the road and the forest, it didn’t bother you.

The trip took only one day, you could see the walls of the city moving away. The path was rocky and unpleasant, but it didn’t take away from your good mood. As night fell, you had to set up the little tent made of linen and wood. While beginning to unload the wagon, other traders had arrived before you and others continued to arrive, the servants of the noble houses also arrived, placing the large tents of the noble houses that participated in the great hunt. It was only late at night that you stopped, sleeping in the tent, your father sleeping in the wagon with your employee.

The next day at sunrise, you helped the employee to undo the tent, your father had gone to the king’s servant, with whom he used to work, to explain to him that everything that had been asked was delivered.

The nobles arrived at the tale tasted, you recognized certain coats of arms, several knights serving houses other than Targaryen were customers, growing up, you recognized several easily. The few Lannister representatives had arrived first, followed by the Baratheon house, and so on, coaches arrived or more simply simple horsemen. A thud in the distance made you stop as you started loading the wagon with the tent materials. You looked into the forest, but saw nothing. A violent gust of wind caused the hair to shake, Aube, the youngest of the hair pulling your wagon, moved a little violently, he was on the alert. The more the minutes went by, the more he agitated, your employee tried to calm him down. Your heart beat a little louder than usual, you were concerned about the stress of Aube, it was of a calm nature, something must have frightened him.

A cry made you land on earth, Aube had just put it on the ground while freeing himself. You went after him when you saw the man get up.

For several tens of minutes you walked the path that Aube had taken, the minutes turned into an hour and then into two. You end up getting lost, if at first you weren’t afraid, the more time passed, the more fear would engulf you. The forest was not a place that was customary to you, you did not know how to spot yourself, for nearly an hour you had left the path, noticing traces of hooves turning away from the road to rush into a much denser part of the woods. You had walked alone in the forest, although with time you said it was stupid to have rushed so much into the vegetation. The sun almost did not pass the foliage, some rays that reached the ground allowed you time although difficult to move. All of a sudden, a whimper froze you on the spot, you recognized Aube, you went towards the whimper, to discover Aube in what seemed to be a hole in the forest, the sun was dimly lighting the place, the trees forming huge shadows on the ground. You wanted to approac Aube but was caught hearing a loud noise, a feeling of warmth running through the place, as if the temperature had increased by tens of degrees in an instant.

The thud seemed to resonate, you slowly turned your head in this direction, afraid to see a wild animal, ready to jump on you at the slightest movement.

Opening your eyes, you were greeted by a big yellow eye split like the eye of a cat, scales of a purple red and lighter surrounded it, the scales became larger as you moved away from the eye, you saw his mouth open, letting through a warm wind, on the end of its head was larger scales. Your heart was pounding, you weren’t moving, hoping you’d disappear from his sight if you didn’t. A man’s voice moved the enormous beast in front of you.

“Caraxes, Henujagon zȳhon”

The head moved, you could see that it was attached to a long neck, followed by a body and two wings two legs and a long tail. You breathed out the breath you were holding, trying to see who had spoken. You saw a young man with long silver hair and pale skin, your heart missed a beat, never had you thought of meeting a Targaryen, much less in a moment like this. Aube was out of your head, just like everything around you.

Your return to King’s Landing was tumultuous, your father had worried, he had gone looking for you, to meet you a few hours later. You held Aube by his tether, and walked on the way back to the camp. He had spent the hours that followed questioning you, worried, but you reassured him, nothing had happened. He could smell a slight burning smell on you, but he said to himself that it was due to the fire of the night. You didn’t tell him about your meeting with the Targaryen prince. How you spent a few hours talking to each other, how the discussion seemed so simple, so accessible. Or questions about dragons, about life in the city. The prince had been very courteous in your company, to the point where your heart was racing when Daemon smiled at you.

The weeks passed, and the thoughts around the prince continued to fill your mind. Your mother was watching you, seeing that you were thinking for long minutes at times. But that was your little secret.

One evening just before closing the shop a messenger came through the door, he brought a suckling letter destined. Fortunately you had learned to read and write due to the future keeping of the commercial storybook. Your mother introduced you, you came out of the back room to get the message. When you took refuge in your room, you opened the seal on the letter, sealed it in the shape of a three-headed dragon, and you were hoping for a message from Daemon.It was the beating heart, sweaty hands and the ball in your belly that you began to read the letter.

In this one, Daemon was asking you to join him on one of the streets adjacent to your parents' store that night.

This small night getaway was the first of many.

The first escapades took place in the streets of the city, at night, in the middle of street shows, street plays or puppets, fire-eaters and acrobats. You weren’t drinking alcohol to the point of being drunk.

During the next outings, Daemon took you to see Caraxes, wanting you to be more comfortable with the dragon for your next encounters. He had in his mind the desire to please you with your intention to travel, to leave at night for a destination of your choice, for destinations he knew or not.

Daemon for the first time in his young life felt fulfilled, when he was at your side, the ambitions of the throne more encumbered his mind. His heart beat at a frantic pace when he saw you smile, he felt as if he was losing his words by dipping into your eyes y/y/c. Your rounded shapes made him want to take you in his arms and spend the night there.

The more time passed, the more Daemon became infatuated with you, he found it harder and harder to separate himself from you, so hard that he was ready to sneak you into the Red Keep. You became over time the person he cared about most in the world.

The change in Daemon’s behavior was becoming more and more visible at the castle. To the point that the king’s hand undertook to have the prince followed, not that the prince could not go where he wanted, he was not a young woman, but the expenses to which he was inclined to make him questioned. The prince had already had adventures but during none of them he bought jewelry, or fabric from Essos, never the servants of the dragon’s Pit had come to report that the prince had taken a young woman during the night on the back of Caraxes. Although Daemon was not the first choice for ascending the throne, future votes for the succession of (king) began to cross the mind of the king and Daemon was one of the possible choices. He couldn’t afford to fall in love with a commoner.

The days became weeks and months, and eventually years. And while your relationship was secret at first, you and Daemon seeing you in some hostels, or late at night in the streets of King’s Landing. But as time passed and your meetings were less and less discreet, more and more people in the city witnessed your relationship, just as the servants of the castle, who in the morning could see that you had spent the night with the prince, whether it’s talking by the fire, or Daemon reading one of the Library books lying on his bed with your head resting on his chest. Questions about your relationship became more and more present, the king’s hand had heard of your origins, you were not a prostitute, which reassured him for a time. But the attachment of the prince worried him, it had to cease, for the good of the crown, a vulgar commoner could not be in such a long relationship with a Targaryen without risking the loss of title held by that person. It also meant losing a dragon in a major conflict and risking having it as enemies. His plan was simple, everything had to happen quickly and in no time Daemon would have forgotten you. But it didn’t happen so easily.

The plan was a simple bargain, your relationship for gold, so you could leave King’s Landing and leave the prince. But you refused with enthusiasm, it had touched your pride. The second plan was an assault and a strong intimidation.

You were in Daemon’s chambers, lying next to him. Caressing his chest, you had not told him about the bargain, not wanting to worry Daemon. The beating of his heart soothed yours. The ambient silence was serene. Nothing could disturb you. Daemon delved into his thoughts, imagined how to make your union legitimate, how he could convince the king, imagining you in the temple of Baelor, dress up in a dress in Targaryen colors, then flee, that you are equal in the eyes of all. His decision was as clear as the purest water. You would be his wife, his equal, his queen. Rising up he put his lips against yours.

“Do you have to get up, my love?”

“I won’t be long, Byka zaldrīzes, I’ll order a servant to help you get dressed and wait for me.” His voice was soft, his words were only a whisper.

“Did you have in mind Daemon?” You were intrigued, he liked to surprise you, although some did not come without trouble.

"Aren't you serious, Daemon?"

Daemon put on his pants, his shoes and a shirt, he didn’t worry about having knots in his hair, that he wasn’t the most presentable. But his request was important.

Jaehaerys had become paler. Daemon's words seemed to resonate in the room.

“I want to get married. If you don’t agree, I would do it without your consent.”

“Your own children would be bastards. You would lose your title of prince.” Jaehaerys was trying to reason with Daemon, all this could not be true.

“I don’t care about a title or a castle, the whispers of the corridors make me understand that I would not be chosen as your successor!”

“Whether she is a merchant or a prostitute will not change my decision. You will not marry a common person.”

"Fuck the throne and your choice." Daemon’s eyes were darkened, his head high and his back straight, he looked at the king.

Daemon turned around, approaching the door, and heard the king speak to him, but he had no intention of listening. He opened the door sniffing what startled the knights guarding the door. He went out and walked in the corridors full of the king’s words. He paid no attention to a servant running towards the wing of his apartments, nor when a first knight ran in the same direction. He was so immersed in his mind that it was only when three other knights passed him in gleaming armor that thought something was going on. At first he thought of a dispute between several lords present at the castle. But this thought was swept away in a gust of wind when he recognized screams.

Daemon’s heart was pounding, he first walked quickly before starting to run down the corridors and stairs.

The corridor leading to his apartments was guarded by two guards, he passed them by force, a ball formed in his belly, a horrible one now invaded him. The presence of several mestres was not a good sign. He could see a man held by several guards, the servant who was to help you was kneeling on the side of the door, she was in tears, when she aimed Daemon, she was panicked.

“I’m so sorry… my prince… I couldn’t…”

Daemon’s heart was palpitating to break everything, something serious had just happened to you, his throat began to tighten, his chest would have gotten closer to the open door. A maester stood between him and said door.

“Prince Daemon… This is not a scene you have to witness,” he put his hand on Daemon’s shoulder. “We couldn’t do anything.”

Daemon’s blood was freezing, his temples were beating to the rhythm of his heart, his ears were whistling. He pushed the maester and all the others who wanted to prevent him from entering.

The room was in disorder, several books and furniture were overturned on the ground, the large curtain hanging from the window was torn off and on the ground. A smell caught his nose, he knew this smell, he had already experienced some battles. He smelled blood. Looking down on the ground, he was caught with a hiccup, his hands shaking, he approached the very large pool of blood running through the ground. With tears in his eyes, he fell to his knees, the vision before him, ended by breaking his heart.

You were lying on the ground, the long shirt you wore was soaked in blood, the men present had tried to stop the bleeding, in vain. You were staring into the ceiling. Daemon came closer to your body, tears running down his eyes, he took your body still warm against him, it could not be true, you were not dead.

"My love, wake up. I beg you." He began to flip over himself, as if to rock your body and reassure himself. “Y/n, you’re alive I know, you know I don’t appreciate his jokes.”

For several hours Daemon, you had kept in his arms, his long silver hair was soaked with your blood.

“My prince… she died…”

A young maester had just spoken, but Daemon was not moving.

“Who did this…” the prince’s voice was just a whisper, the people present were not sure if they heard correctly. “I said! Who did this?”

The maesters were petrified by the anger emanating from the prince. They were afraid that the least of their words could lead them to be cruelly executed. Daemon raised his head, his purple eyes were so dark that they were black. The younger men trembled, while the older men tried to find the appropriate words.

«We were called by the young maid, she had heard noises of struggle before entering» A guard posted in front of the door had just spoken. “When we arrived, the man was still there, he had just stabbed her, we were able to catch him before he had time to escape.”

"Who is he?"

"We know not my prince."

"Where is he?"

"He has just been taken into the dungeons, my prince."

The anger that devoured Daemon was not enough to multiply tenfold, the mestres hard to negotiate to recover your body. But after several attempts, Daemon let you be taken away.

It was covered with blood that he went to the prison in the dungeons. He must have known why you had been taken from him. Knowing who he had to burn, rip off his head and torture.

The cell was extremely dirty, he paid no attention to the foul smell. The man in front of him was covered with blows on his face, his beard was covered with blood, the arches cut, the split lip and several missing teeth. Daemon took it out on him.

"Why did you do that? I wouldn’t repeat myself!"

“I… I have been paid…”

"By whom?"

“T… the hand of the king… the new hand of the king…”

Daemon had his blood both burning and freezing. Realizing who had ordered your execution. And though he did not know why the hand wanted your death, Daemon was going to take revenge, in the most cruel way, he was sure of it.

“Otto Hightower….”

Traduction : Henujagon zȳhon / Leave her

Byka zaldrīzes / Little dragon

#daemon x reader #Daemon x chubby reader #Daemon Targaryen x chubby reader #Daemon Targaryen x reader #House of the dragon fiction

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veesdiaries · 1 month ago

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𝐅𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝: 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐧 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

is it too late for this post? i hope it's not… hey, girls, im back!!

marked by darker colors and warmer clothes, autumn and winter are my fav season in the fashion world (and out of it <3) the clothes from those seasons just give an extra vibe, y'know? so here's my guide to feel like a character out of a movie in this autumn…

Skirts - those are never out of our wardrobe, right? even on autumn skirts are a good bet, along a pantyhose they're very warm and cute!

Third piece - being them cardigans, leather jackets, trenches coats… besides keeping u cozy, it gives an elegant and special touch to your look!

Long sleeves shirts - obvious or not, they're essential for any look! having multiple colors of them gives ya a bunch of looks! for autumn black, brown and gray make a success but also dark red, white and even a light pink can be considered;

Ugg - getting into the theme of shoes… we have the one most wore on the last autumn (or i'd say autumns?): the ugg. Loved by ones, hated by others it seems they came to stay! known for being comfy and cozy they can be a good bet if you give them a chance!

Boots - as the shirts, obvious but not less special… if you're not into the uggs, boots are a classic for the autumn season! with heels or not, they're also perfect for the cold days and a must-have for ur wardrobe! for this 2024 autumn season, the over-the-knee boots is on trend!

Mary jane - a thing that also came to stay is the famous mary jane, classic and cute giving a young look for ur outfits can be matched with skirts, pants...

vintage leopard - going more to the print side, it's real… the animal print (better saying, leopard!) is back! made success in the 90s and early 2000s, also loved by some and hated by others… can be a polemic theme in the fashion world! but we cant deny it is back not only on clothes but also on shoes and nails, pinterest is full of nails ideas for this autumn with leopard print! knowing how to wear it, it can be a good shot!

Oxblood - still on the print and colors side, the oxblood (how the magazines are calling the dark red, dark burgundy) are still on the runways! the color of the moment can go on clothes, bags, shoes, nails… very versatile adds a pop of color to ur look

Plaid - to close our print theme, plaid is back (well if it was ever gone). A classic but also very seen as "a christmas thing" lol. Really present on the recent runways, seen on skirts and shirts, i'd say if you're not a very fan of it… you should give a try.

on the accessories part, we have a mix of animal print with 30s and 90s doing a come back. As an example the leather shoulder bag is stronger than ever! Well unfortunelly (for me at least) the womanhood seems to be back, with more elegant elements that gives a mature look. According to Vogue, elegant box bags are back for it!

for now, that's all, girls! my full guide so you eat with ur autumn looks! leaving here the link to the Vogue article about 2024 autumn tendences to anyone who wanna check a few others that i didn't include here.

Also their page for the accessories for the 2024 autumn to anyone who wants to check it!

Wanna make get more into autumn vibes? Check my post about it!

xoxo, V ☆

#it girl #it girl energy #coquette girl #pinterest girl #veesdiary❤️#girlcore #glow up #angel core #fashion world #autumn 2024 #autumn aesthetic #girlblogging #autumn girl

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heroesoath · 4 months ago

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SINDAY HEADCANON ELECTRIC BOOGALOO

in alphabetical order under the cut because i'm not a heathen.

ALEX

Alex takes orders really well, tell him what you want and he will comply with a little smile or smirk and he'll get to work! And I need it to be known that there is a REASON Lorna and Madelyne keep letting him back in and it's 100% because he's good at using his mouth, and his jaw almost always has some stubble so it's great for sensations and stimulation.

Alex is hot, I mean that literally, his powers makes energy and plasma store inside his body so he runs hot. If it's winter? He adds an extra layer of comfort during sex since he's just a blonde weighted blanket.

Likes being pegged, look at his Goblin Prince era.

When it comes to men he's a versatile king, he can be a submissive bottom or a eager top, best of both worlds - Hannah Montana.

When he was younger he did have issues of using his powers during intimate moments but it was ONLY when he was solo. He's far too terrified of his own abilities and how dangerous they are to ever accidentally use them in bed now. He keeps that control no matter what. ( Eyes might glow blue though )

*PULL HIS HAIR* He will moan and it's a delightful sound.

He likes fucking in the X-Jet lol ( it's leftovers from Alex and Lorna's time in space where their most favorite pastime was banging because there wasn't anything else to do idhfjks did )

Weird asf but he enjoys when people tear clothes from him, especially his uniform.

CLINT

Alex might be good at taking orders, but Clint is the ORAL KING. Bobbi makes numerous remarks about how long Clint can hold his breath, that man eats pussy / sucks dick like a ROCKSTAR.

Clint grew up in the circus and because of that he's very bendy, he can do lots of different positions, like go crazy babes.

Not sinful, but he's strangely good at after-care, he'll make coffee/tea, order pizza, clean up. A mess in real life does not translate to post sex, man has a reputation.

Because he is deaf, he prefers positions where he can see his partner's face. He wants to see them enjoying themselves since he can't hear them. On the other end, Clint is loud as he has no control of his volume so feel free to gag him!

Clint has very strong fingers from his archery so do with that info what you wish.

Enjoys being tied up.

DANI

Reminder that my Dani is a lesbian.

She's a dominant top, reading everything about her even from the early days of New Mutants, this woman will not take orders from anyone. She takes charge, she knows what's she's capable of and that's the tea.

She will unironically call someone good girl in bed and I hope this awakens something in all the sapphics out there.

She can and will make sex toys with her powers. You think those psionic arrows were all she can make?? Nah.

Because of her powers she can also make it seem like they are at any location. Wanna bang on the beach but can't fly there? No problem. Five class Paris suite?? Just relax and let Dani work her mirages.

Despite her top energy, Dani is a supreme cuddler, she enjoys showing affection and that translates into sex. Lots of kissing, lots of desperate grabbing, lots of face caressing.

JAMIE

Jamie has more control of his powers now, but he does sometimes lose control, so if the sex is intense don't be surprised if another Jamie pops out fugdvhfjd So if your muse is into a sudden threesome with two Jamies then you're golden.

He really is just a walking orgy so if you're super freaky just ask and he'll pop out a few duplicates and they can all have fun.

From his detective era, he does love sex on a desk. He "Thinks it's so NOIR."

JEAN

Already alluded to this today, but sex in the sky is so real. She can keep you both afloat with very little effort ( though if she gets with someone who flies she'd love to give some control up )

Jean's eyes glow pink during sex. She has enough control that she doesn't fling things around, but the room may shake a bit.

Her favorite lingerie is black, a call back to her Black Queen moment. She also wears a lot of backless dresses.

KISS HER NECK, MAKE HER FEEL DESIRED. She'll never admit this, but Scott cheating on her has left a scar. Jean wants to feel loved and desired, that she's enough.

She can be dominant or submissive, a versatile queen.

Because Jean is a cosmic entity at times, she loves powerful lovers, if they can be like two stars colliding into a big bang she'd be ultra satisfied.

She likes riding, yee haw.

Jean can cook breakfast and bake a bit, but she's not a great cook, so expect her to offer to go out for food after. A little date after a bang is just as valid as cooking in the kitchen! She's also just fine with coffee, cuddling and leftovers.

Woman is loud. Like she'll shout a name so loud the cosmos will hear because she's fire and life incarnate.

Random, but in my verse where Jean is still the White Phoenix of the Crown, the nexus of life, death and rebirth itself, I once read a fic where she brought someone into the White Hot Room just so she could bang because she wanted to feel human again and . . . idk that's a plot right there.

JOHN

MAGIC IN BED. John will do some absolute unhinged shit in bed via spells, sometimes even on accident.

Submissive. This man is not dominant in the slightest, he will if he finds like a submissive demon, he might TRY, but more often than not he's a pillow princess who curses and is loud.

He does love a power bottom though, ride him!

Probably uses such utter insane names in bed, he's NASTY, A FREAK, ROLL HIM INTO A BALL AND SLAP HIM AGAINST A WALL LIKE ONE OF THOSE STICKY HAND TOYS.

Sex for spells? Hot. Draw incantations on his chest and fuck him like it's a ritual.

JULIAN

Unlike Jean, Julian has less control over his powers so he absolutely lifts and throws objects with his mind if he's really into what's happening. His eyes glow green, the room is a lava lamp.

Because of his lack of hands, he uses his telekinesis for grabbing, psychic massages, and those psychic massages happen anywhere. Ever been fingers by someone's mind? He'll do it. Telekinesis sex is INTERESTING.

Julian loves chests, he's a boob man, whether it be women's or men's.

He has daddy/mommy issues, everyone who has followed me on his solo blog knows this. He's into it I fear.

Call him good boy to make his toes curl. He likes praise in general.

He might pretend to be someone casual, but in reality Julian might be one of my muses who gets attached the hardest? It makes it so his heart is easier broken, but he loves feeling a connection, he loves feeling loved and wanted on an intimate level.

Still enjoys casual sex, but the above is for those he's feeling HARD.

When he's with a man he's such a bottom. Fuck him and put him in his place lmao

KISS HIS STUMPS!! When he doesn't use the prosthetics after becoming comfortable with you, if you kiss where his hands used to be he's going to melt and the sex will be even better, I promise.

Women should always it on his face. ( And men lowkey ), but he loves performing oral.

If you're anti mutant you're not getting any. He's the most radical of my muses, humans more often annoy him than anything.

MARC

The three men all fuck differently, I'll need to do some #soulsearching to really find the differences, but I bet Marc fucks like the world is ending and his dog tags swing from around his neck.

Steven is the romantic one, candlelit tub time, roses and shit. He's a rich man with a desire for passion.

Jake is more of a mystery but he might just be a mixture of how Marc and Steven fuck, he's more of a casual / friends with benefits kind of guy though. Comes with his job as a cab driver.

Marc 100% fucks in the suit.

Do not call them by the wrong name. You will know who you're with based on their personalities, but it's an instant turn off if you get it wrong.

Marc is a daddy, I said what I said.

All of them eat women and men out like it's a meal and they are a starved victorian child F*UYDGHFUIO

PIOTR

He big, he will make that bed SLAM if he gets into it.

Despite the above, he is very careful. Piotr is a gentle man and will only get more rough with permission, but if someone wants it that way? He'll oblige.

He loves painting people when they are naked. It's not sexual at first, but if someone gets turned on by his skills and his gaze and his working artist hands then SO BE IT.

He's submissive by nature, but will absolutely be dominant if the mood call for it.

Same goes for being top/bottom, shorter men topping him?? A win.

Manhandling comes with the whole package, Piotr is strong, and he's just bigger than 90% of other people. But hey, if you just want to be picked up and banged?? He can do it.

The Steel form . . . might come out, but he's extremely reluctant. He never wants to hurt anyone, but if you ask for it, then it'll happen.

He's super about communication tbh, I'm noticing it as I write this down, he's just all about it and being a soft spoken king.

SURPRISE ANOTHER ORAL KING

He loves mapping lover's bodies with his mouth and hands

His pecs jiggle, grab them FUYDHFKJDHDH

His ass jiggles, grab it.

His (censored) -- I'm not finishing that

He likes sex in nature, in water, stuff like that. Anything that can give him artistic muse.

ZATANNA

MAGIC IN BED! But less freaky than John.

When you get her going and she starts speaking backwards you know you're doing a good job.

THE FISHNETS STAY ON

She dominates John Constantine, but in pretty much every other relationship she's a submissive queen.

Enjoys being tied up, enjoys giving herself over to another person and letting them take control since she always feels like she needs to be in control in other aspects of her life.

A romantic at heart, she loves inviting people to her giant bubble bath. Lots of sensual moments actually, she wants massages.

Bite her.

She also enjoys air sex, whether it's just her floating from her arousal or full on flying.

#usfw #musings tag #ALRIGHT BESTIES HERE IT IS

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krenenbaker · 1 year ago

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The TWST Boys' Favourite Clothes

What is their favourite item in their wardrobe like? (Includes all the students, minus the Ramshackle duo)

Heartslabyul

Riddle: A wool sweater. It's a deep red, almost maroon, with a cable-knit pattern. Riddle often feels cold, so the sweater has also become incredibly soft with wear.

Ace: A band tee from a concert he saw with his brother and a few of their friends. It's technically not even his shirt, it's his brother's (but Ace has had it for so long that it's basically his now).

Deuce: A baby blue short sleeve button-up shirt. It was one of the first things he got after he chose to change his behaviour, and he went shopping for a few "smart" clothes with his mum. ♡

Trey: A snapback hat with a floral pattern on the front section. It has a flat bill, and there are little purple, red, and yellow flowers over the fabric. But what really drew Trey to this hat (other than the fact that ooh, it's a hat!!) were the little clovers sprinkled throughout the fabric pattern.

Cater: A cream turtleneck that he bought himself. It's suuuuuuuuper soft, and fits him just right. Cater takes it with him absolutely everywhere he goes.

Savanaclaw

Leona: A purple and yellow silk shawl. It's soft, not too hot, and not too cool. Plus, wearing it makes him feel more regal - and powerful - than any other item possibly could.

Ruggie: A jean jacket made entirely of pockets from old jeans. His granny sewed it for him a few years back, and now Ruggie uses it almost every day.

Jack: His sweatpants. They're comfortable to wear, he can use them for working out, sleeping, lounging, literally whatever, and they're warm enough to wear just as-is outside during the winter months.

Octavinelle

Azul: Although he would hate to admit it, his navy blue hoodie. It's warm, and it's dark, and wearing it just makes him feel safe.

Jade: His hiking boots. He hates clothes and finds them uncomfortable and unnecessary, but his boots are practical. He loves how much grip they have, and the amount of cushion in the soles. He's been in a lot less pain since he started wearing them on hikes, instead of other shoes.

Floyd: Surprisingly for the biggest shoe-lover on the list, his collection of socks! Floyd LOVES being able to choose from so many different styles and designs, and to mix-and-match as he pleases. His favourite pair changes often, but he almost always likes his pink music note socks and his eel socks.

Scarabia

Kalim: His natural (undyed) linen pyjamas. Sure, they are nowhere near as fancy as most of his other garments, or as nicely tailored. But they're comfy, and breathable, and just feel so nice to wear.

Jamil: Interestingly, the hoodie from his school uniform. The design is cool, and it is something that's distinctly his. While his other clothes are familiar and well-fitted, this hoodie provides a different sort of security and joy.

Pomefiore

Vil: A high neck black tank top. Vil enjoys the simplicity of the shirt; it's just a cotton tank top, but he can combine it with a huge variety of outfits. Paired with a bright maxi skirt, under an off-the-shoulder sweater, with a lilac suit jacket and jeans... it's incredibly versatile while still being comfortable and easy to care for.

Epel: His first ever Applepom, more specifically, the hat. It may be missing the original apple, and it hasn't fit him in years and years, but it's still really special to him, and he has a lot of good memories associated with it.

Rook: His beaded deerskin vest. He made it by hand with his grand-maman and grand-papa when he visited them one summer. It is incredibly detailed, and - to Rook - the memories of the effort that went into its creation (from the hunting, to the tanning, to the sewing and beading) are almost more beautiful than the vest itself.

Ignihyde

Idia: Idia is our third, and final, hoodie lover! Idia's favourite hoodie is ridiculously oversized - it's absolutely MASSIVE, nearly reaching his calves in length. It's light blue, and has a pattern of black cats. He finds it to be extremely comforting to wear, and it fits his aesthetic too, so that's an added bonus!

Ortho: He doesn't exactly wear clothes, but his favourite part of any of his gear is his feet from his Athletic Gear. They're just FUN! Plus, it makes him feel like he's the same as the rest of his classmates, if only just a little bit more.

Diasomnia

Malleus: A set of dark green robes. They are beautifully tailored, the fabric is smooth, and they allow for a wide range of movement. (His second favourite item of clothing is a bucket hat that Lilia bought him. It is a horribly gaudy colour, with an odd cartoon character mascot on the front. Malleus can't wear it, of course, but he finds it endearing.)

Silver: His leather gloves, given to him by Lilia. They have become soft and pliable from the many, many hours he has used them in training and daily life, and are now perfectly formed to his hands.

Sebek: His jodhpurs. These pants are one of the absolute most comfortable articles of clothing in his wardrobe. They're also used for ONE distinct, specific purpose - horseback riding - which Sebek also appreciates about them.

Lilia: A pink mesh shirt. He finds it fun, and cool, and unique, and is just so different from what he used to allow himself to wear. Plus, it matches his hair, and he just knows that it looks good on him!

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst headcanons #twisted wonderland headcanons #krenenbaker's :)#there is a bit more background to a number of these as well #some definitely... uh... more emotional than others #also I'm back with my Métis Rook headcanon!#he would be so good at beading #and he would look BEAUTIFUL in beaded deerskin

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husbandhannie · 2 years ago

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the blue

pairing: woozi x reader

word count: 760

genre: fluff

warnings: none

a/n: i like my scarf, but it was a pain choosing it.

taglist: @leejungchans @junhui-recs @itsveronicaxxx.

“i’m sorry i’m taking so long”

jihoon looks up at your words, averting his eyes from the orange cap he had been eyeing for a few moments.

jihoon doesn’t like shopping. neither do you, really – but you’ve been forced to undertake this ordeal because of the state of your winter clothes (and maybe because your mother seemed genuinely horrified at their not-so-great condition). when you told your boyfriend you were planning on going shopping to replenish clothes for the coming winter, you didn’t expect him to offer to come along. you had tried to tell him that he didn’t have to, but that only made him more insistent. i know i don’t have to, he had said, i want to.

that shut down any efforts on your part to stop him from going on an excursion he might not enjoy. jihoon doesn’t explicitly express his feelings towards you often (he’s not much different from you in that regard), so it always catches you off-guard when he’s direct – a fact you have a suspicion he knows.

that brings you to the present; jihoon waiting patiently in the accessories isle of the rather gigantic clothing store while you try to pick out a scarf, having managed to narrow it down to a beige-patterned one and a dark blue one, both with similar material and prices. you’ve tried each of them about four times now, and even you’re getting impatient with yourself.

jihoon, on the other hand, has said nothing about your indecisiveness, patiently responding to the list of pros-and-cons you had drawn for each scarf. he’s been almost saintly patient today, only showing any frustration when you tried carrying the shopping basket. i don’t have much to say about sweaters, he had said, pulling the basket from your hands, the least i can do is carry the clothes.

“don’t worry about it”, he responds, giving you a gentle smile, “i know you think about these things, it’s okay. i don’t mind”.

oh, how you wish you could kiss this man. right here, right now.

“i do like to think about it, but”, you pause, picking up the beige scarf, “i’m tired, and i can’t think anymore. i’ll just take this, it goes with everything i have”.

“are you sure?”, he frowns, holding out the basket so you can drop the scarf in, “you like the other color better”.

“i do”, you nudge him along to the direction of billing counters, “but this one is more versatile. and i’m hungry”, you smile at his chuckle, “so this will do”.

[...]

“only i would buy a scarf and forget to wear it the very next day”, you snort, snuggling into your jacket in the hopes that it covers your neck. it doesn’t.

after coming home from the shopping trip, you had discarded the untouched bag in a corner of the room and started working on your assignment, only stopping to order dinner. you had forgotten about the new clothes until a few minutes ago, when you met jihoon outside his studio for a walk in the slightly chilly november night. the slight pain in your ears reminded you that you had also forgotten to buy a cap on the trip.

“yeah, about that”, jihoon pauses in his step, and you turn around to see him rummage through his bag, “here”.

he pulls out a blue fabric, shaking it open from its folded state. it’s the scarf from yesterday, you realize, the one you didn’t end up buying. jihoon steps forward and places it gently on your shoulder, moving it so that it won’t fall when he lets go. your hands instinctively clutch the fabric when a gust of wind blows, and you tilt your head into its warmth.

“you’re supposed to wear it, you know”, he says, unzipped bag still in his hand, “you’ll get sick”.

“when did you get this?”, you ask, already tying it around your neck.

“went back for it this morning”, he answers casually, and you wonder if the red on his ears is due to the cold, “you really liked it, so i thought – “

he pauses, and your heart almost beats out of your chest – the chest safe and warm under the scarf.

“thank you”, you murmur shyly, before pulling him in for a kiss, only pulling away when the wind on your ear makes you shiver.

“wait, i almost forgot”, he steps back and his fingers dive into the bag again, this time pulling out an orange cap, “i thought this might go well with the blue”.

#seventeen fluff #svt fluff #woozi fluff #woozi x reader #seventeen x reader #seventeen imagines #svt imagines #woozi imagines

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dlabken · 1 month ago

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lycemagee · 6 months ago

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Alfons and f!OC (and William as a Side Character)

-> Informations about my OC

Minors - DNI, OC is female, blood, manipulation, mention of drug abuse, explicit language used, OOC (I don't know him well enough but was intrigued with the idea)

Because I thought about the potential for Alfons Ability and how versatile you can use it. Not only to deceive and manipulate but also to torture :>

Imagine, thinking about being in the worst situation you can be in, to make people believe that you are alone, despaired, everyone who you love is dead.

And maybe also to see the true intentions of people.

She felt like she awoke from a nice dream. Now she was standing here, her heart racing, cold sweat running down her back and her body softly trembling. What happened. What just happened? Wasn't everything fine five minutes ago? Why was her body trembling? She was in the hallway, looking around and seeing bloodstained walls, the blood running down shimmering in the evening sun. Unknown Panic rises up and she runs down the hallway, entering the dining room. Her heart made a skip at the sight of the room. The carpet drenched in blood, the table showing signs of destruction and the chairs distributed in the whole room. No living signs of the members of the crown.

"How can this be...", she was whispering to herself, walking around, searching for any signs or clues. Her head was pounding. She couldn't find any clues, just a path of blood laying in front of her.

"Where is everyone? Where are they?"

She couldn't understand the world anymore. She smacked her cheek, scratching herself to make sure to feel anything. She didn't feel much, first signs of dissociation, but enough to say she wasn't dreaming. Making sure she didn't miss anything, she went further through the castle checking the Rooms. Running around such a big place is exhausting, her lungs burning, but she didn't find anyone. Until... She got a bad feeling In front of a room. A shudder ran through her body, as if her skin had a taste of the cold wind in winter. It was her room. The Door was open. Why was it open? Slowly she moved into her room, feeling goosebumps all over the body. Her breathing fastens, her clothing feeling tight on her skin. At first sight she couldn't see anything. Exhausted she ran her hand over her face, letting out a little sigh. She looked at her mirror, seeing her ghostly white complexion, tired eyes and was thinking again. Maybe some intruders just entered the castle and the Boys took care of it, but the maids were not able to clean it yet. She laughed. That must be it. But why couldn't she remember anything? Why is everything surreal? She holds her forehead with one hand, looking down. Suddenly she felt like a stroke, a lingering feeling of a touch and a little chuckle deep in her head. She looked up through the mirror again, swearing seeing Alfons face on it and rage was boiling.

"If this is a joke, then I hope for you that the conclusion will be...", she began to say and turned around, but instead of seeing him standing behind her, she saw the tip of Oxfords behind her bed.

“...funny…”

Suddenly she couldn't hear her heart anymore. The little Robin felt small. Cold. Terrified and paralysed. She moved forward with small steps, it felt like an eternity and like she used thousands of steps, until she reached her bed. The first colors she saw were black and red. A color combination she adores and hates at the same time she learned now. He was lying on his stomach, his arm stretched out as if he was trying to reach her bed.

"ALFONS!", she dragged herself out of her paralysis, her whole body hurts, she couldn't breathe properly and reached out to him. In panic she grabbed his shoulders first, shaking it for any kind of reaction.Then eyes moved to his and the little Robin felt even colder seeing his lifeless eyes staring at the nothingness.

"Oh god..."

She tried to find a pulse on his neck, at the same time lying her other hand on his cheek.

"Oh god..."

She couldn't find any. So she checked further, his both wrists, his chest, any signs. Not finding anything, instead her hands are now painted in red, her mind was racing, she felt sick and no oxygen was entering her body (or maybe too much oxygen was entering her body?). She panicked, holding his hand in hers, her body feeling weak and shaking heavily. He couldn't be dead. Not him. She wanted to kill him with her own hands. Not holding his cold dead hands. No this couldn't be. This cannot happening. This wouldn't happen. Her head hurt a lot, she was groaning, her sight got worse. The pain, the shock, she couldn't control her body anymore and the stress let her cry tears.

"Oh god... Oh god...", she repeated several times, but her mind remembered something, a memory from the worst time in her life.

"Not even God can help you... Not God... I... I need to find someone. I need to do something. I need to.", she spoke absentmindedly. Suddenly she felt hand on her shoulder full of panic she even forgot her Blade on her leg and just looked horrified behind her. She would not be able to defend herself but she realised it wasn't necessary. His deep smooth voice spoke to her, his red eyes glowing with worry.

"Little Robin?", William asked softly. He still holds her trembling shoulder.

First no sound came out of her throat, until she realized.

"William, please I need you to help me, everything is full of blood, I don't know what happened here, nobody was here I couldn't find anyone...", the little Robin rambled down with no end in sight.

"Little Robin...", William said softly, but she didn't seem to hear him, too deep in her panic.

"...and then I was here and I found him like this, he is full of blood. I-I couldn't find any pulse, but he must have one! He probably lost a lot of blood so his heart rate must be dropping, but it's fine, because you are here and we can get help together…”

Before she could ramble further, she was interrupted by William who was looking at her worried and confused.

“About whom are you talking about?”

“About Alfons of course! He is lying here, just let's get some help, please…”, she laughed in panic, grabbing his coat. William as reaction grabbed her wrist and looked strongly in her cloudy eyes.

“It's not necessary.”

“What do you mean it's not necessary? Are you insane?”, she asked him shocked, looking at him confused as if he had lost his mind.

“Don't you see him-…”

“I don't see anything, little Robin. I DON’T see it.”, William interrupted her directly, giving his words a heavy weight. She paused. Feeling her tears stop, her cloudy and heavy head slowly lifting from its weight when she slowly looked back, seeing nothing. Her hands were clean. The carpet was clean. His body disappeared. Suddenly she heard clapping hands in her room and a certain person with Navy Blue Eyes was standing on the doorframe, having an amused smile on his face.

“Is it already over? It's a shame I couldn't see your further reaction.”, he said sarcastically.

Realization did hit her. She stroked the nape of her neck. Looking at her fingers, still shaking, feeling the adrenaline subside, her anger took over. She wiped away her tears looking at him, with furious rage, a flame that got fueled by Oil.

“I said to you I will kill you, would you even dare to use your Ability on me.”, she spat at him, holding on William's shoulder to keep her sturdy, when she stood up.

“Oh no no…”, began Alfons and waved with his Finger. “You said you would kill me, giving you a nice little dream, a reminder of your addiction, but I wouldn't say your “dream” was that pleasant.”

She frowned, still feeling the numbness in her body and the panic in her throat.

“You…”

“But you surprised me. For someone, who pretends not to care, you awfully felt a lot of emotion seeing my dead body on the ground. What did you feel? Disappointment? Anger? Looking at you I would even assume a tiny bit of mourning?”

Alfons moved away from the door frame entering the room. He had a nasty smile on his face, looking down on her in an amused way.

The little Robin snapped. Embarrassment and Anger in combination with the lingering feeling of adrenaline in her blood shouldn't be underestimated. Her hand rushed forward to William's Blade on his hip, but he immediately held her wrist.

“I’ll kill him! I will kill this bastard William and you will not stop me!”, she glared at William angry and struggled to let her wrist free.

“Oh language Little Robin. A tongue like that doesn't suit a lady like you.”, Alfons said in a not caring manner and chuckled.

“Is it something you desire?”, William asked softly, stroking her messy hair behind her ear, still holding her wrist with ease.

“I never desired something so badly!”, she said and William smiled, letting her wrist go.

“Oh even more than the feeling of the needle meeting your skin?”, Alfons asked mischievously, not hiding the clear provocation behind it.

She held the handle of the blade firmly in her hand, heavier than she was used to, but still able to manage it.

“Fuck you!”, she stroked forward with the intention of hitting his stomach, but he used the weight of the blade, which made her slower, to evade the hit. He now stood behind her back.

“I prefer not to, but if it's your wish I can show you the Illusion from it.”, he said calmly with a never ending smile. She saw how near his ungloved hand was, reaching out for the Nape of her Neck. She panicked, not just the desire of a high growing, but now also terrified of the memories of the nightmare she had, letting the blade in her hand go, instead protecting the nape of her neck with both hands. Looking at her expression, flushed cheeks stained with dry tears, her eyes full of conflicting emotions of desire, rage, embarrassment and despair made his smile twitch and raised his eyebrows. The Blade fell with a heavy sound on the ground, Silence overwhelming the room. She breathed heavily, gritted her teeth together.

“You must have so much fun… able to give people everything they hoped for and then crushing it, giving them their biggest nightmares, torturing them without hesitation and just enjoying their reactions...”, the little Robin said, still holding her neck and looking to the ground.

“It's just one of many ways to amuse me”, Alfons said flatly.

William was still in the room, not leaving where he stood and watching the situation bloom.

“Yeah that's it. This is the reason, this coldness, this cruelty, that frustrates me. I just know how these feelings of desire, of pleasure, that are bringing Addiction and Misery to your life, until you cannot even differentiate reality with dream.”, she looks up to him, her gaze empty and a light smile on her face showing.

“You are despicable. And still… I cared. The moment I saw your body… I cared. This is frustrating. Because I couldn't control my body at all.”, she said quietly, Alfons looking meaningless. She laughed a bit, full of conflicting feelings.

“Thank you for reminding me that I shouldn't care about your existence.”

Not being able to handle this situation anymore, full of conflicting emotions, full of lost feelings she thought she never had, she ran out of her room. And further and further. Out of this place. This castle. Toward town, to her favorite Place because she felt like this is the only place she could calm down. Ironic thinking about the nature of this place. But she knows this is the only place no one would look for her there. And the only place with her dear friends.

But it was the realization that she felt something for him. That she cared. And panicked for such a lowlife like him. She was deeply disturbed. And something that would hunt her for a while.

#ikevil alfons #ikemen villains #ikemen villains alfons #alfons sylvatica #headcanon #oneshot #oc #ikevil #cybird ikemen #own character

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