#vintage damsel in distress

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Screenland magazine, January 1938

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"Nosferatu”🦇

By Bill Sienkiewicz

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"The Ledge" by Greg Hildebrandt

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Some movie damsels . . .

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COUNTERFEIT - three

⇽ part two

➨ rio's library - good girl nbc

「 ✦ full library & archive ✦ 」

🍒 authors note: the story is starting to heat up and give you a sneak peak of whats to come.

🍒 pairing: Rio (Good Girls) X Faith (Original Character) All my characters are black women.

🍒 word count: ~1.8K

🍒 summary: A day party, unexpected guest, damsel in distress, a lot of stress. Confrontation, unexpected chivalry, back stories & unfavourable truths. This one's messy 🌪️ .

🍒 three - unnatural habitats

I try my best for courage as the city scenes change from outside my window. I can feel Char’s eyes on me. Our argument was conveniently well timed. Now, if I don't show up now to this PR activation of her’s i’ll be toast. The worst sister in the world, problem child extraordinaire. It’s not that I don't want to support Char, it's that Jasonwas invited. In order to secure the necessary funding to make things go off without a hitch she enlisted him knowing his firm's coffers are deep. Knowing Jason, he will be in attendance. It’s the root of my reluctance to attend, not some petty spat and a childish attempt to get even. Char and I didn't speak until last night when she placed the dress she wanted me to wear today on my bed. A pinterest board of context for how I needed to look followed via text along with a detailed itinerary. I reacted to the messages with thumbs up and sat in the make-up artists and hair stylists chairs when they arrived smiling, laughing and talking with them - conceding and playing the role everyone wished to be my permanent disposition.

“Where were you last night?” Char asks, drawing me from my thoughts.

I take a breath before looking over at her, “Out” 

Char rolls her eyes at me before smoothing out her dress - it’s rare vintage and gorgeous. “Out where?” she probes.

“Drinking” I respond being short with her and she sighs.

“Whatever, screw your life up. The rest of us are responsible enough to be your backup plans” she snaps but i’m not in the mood for a back and forth.

“I can act the fool during your event if that's what you want?” I threaten her knowing the social game of chess well. Char glares at me in response. She knows she doesn't have to beg me not to. She knows I'd never knowingly light a match to anything she loves.

“I don't want that - I want the best for you Faith and you're just. I don't know what you're doing!” she shouts.

“I’m 24 and you're 25 Char, what the hell! We’ve got our entire lives ahead of us.”

“How many weddings have we been to the past few summers? How many housewarmings and baby showers?” Char snaps like any one of these guys we grew up with is worth getting to claim her in any way.

“That’s where the party dies Char. How many of our friends are the same?” I ask her.

“Just because you resent Merrick-” Char starts.

“It’s not about Merrick” I snapped, tired of that narrative. “None of this shit is real Char, I don't mind playing pretend but the charade has to end at some point! If mom didn’t have Merrick we could still live the way we do. We have an uncle you know, our fathers brother.”

“Drug money” she whispers well indoctrinated. Char looks at me appalled by my suggestion.

“Because corporations are not just as exploitative and damaging to communities, and the environment?” I ask and she looks at me like I'm a mongrel. Daddy would roll in his grave. That’s the fundamental difference - our father was never self righteous. He never made his choice of employment out to be the right thing - it was just a means to take care of his family. Char was his princess and I was his shadow. 

“Our father killed people and destroyed families with the poison he pumped into the community. Merrick is nothing like that” She snaps as the car comes to a halt. I exit the car and skip photo opps heading straight into the venue I’ve had a hand in decorating - I’m not in the mood to schmooze or network. I head to the bar and get my first round as the music gets good. I throw a few shots back heading over to mingle and maintain my reputation as the ‘fun’ sister. Girls twerk around me but I spare my sisters the embarrassment of my participation. I’m on a cool down when I see Jason watching me with longing. I don’t remember the last time I enjoyed myself this much in his company. I want to run but I can’t because we’ve made eye contact. He looks like he’s been going through it and I can't imagine how much it hurts him to see me looking unaffected by our end.

“Hey” he shouts over the music, having cleared the distance between us.

“Hey” I responded.

“You look beautiful” He smiles with a hand on my hip. It should be familiar and refreshing but it just isn't. He pulls me in coming in for a kiss but I turn my head and step out of his hold before looking at him again.

“Thanks” I mutter, not nearly drunk enough to forget we're over.

“Babe, can we talk?” He asks, lips brushing against my ear.

“We spoke already,” I remind him.

“You haven’t been taking my calls,” he says.

“Because Jason I have nothing more to say!” I say louder my impatience growing.

“Then listen to me, I love you” he says and for a moment the declaration moves me. But then something about him reminds me of Rick and it all goes away.

“Then let me go,” I plead. Jason searches my eyes before anger flashes in his. He pulls me to him like this is a bid for attention, a game of cat and mouse - a way to spice up our relationship and not a breakup.

“You want more attention, I get it. I’m here. I'll work less hours and make more time for us Faith. I love you - stop being like this” he says confirming my suspicions. It's a testament to how well I’ve gotten to know him and how little he’s been paying attention. The whole thing makes me upset and I pull away but he grabs my arms.

“Hey!” A deep voice says in warning. I relax, relieved security is here but I turn to see D’s cousin Rio. His expression is displeased as he sizes Jason up. Jason releases my arms - caught in his below the board behaviour. He straightens and my head spins. Rio’s the last person I expected here or defending me. He gives me a reassured nod before glaring at Jason like Jason has lost his everloving mind. Jason goes to grab me again before Rio steps between us.

“She’s my girl, move” Jason snaps.

“Doesn’t look like it” Rio responds unmoved.

“Why don’t you go and mind your business?” Jason snaps.

“Faith, is this your boyfriend?” Rio asks, casting a look over his shoulder at me, all the while still using his body as a shield.

“I know everyone she knows and I don’t know you” Jason snaps.

“You can do better than this, ma” Rio taunts with a smile that’s only purpose is to provoke Jason.

“Ma?! Faith, who the hell is this guy?’ Jason snaps ready to make a scene.

“Jason, call me when you aren’t drunk” I shout, needing to diffuse the situation for Char’s sake.

“Faith, don’t walk away from me” he shouts, stepping around Rio to grab at me again and it happens so fast I’m shocked. Jason is grabbed by security and his wallet is plucked from his pocket. Another guard snaps a picture of his license.

“Don’t worry, he won’t be allowed back” the guard says. I force a mortified nod as security makes quick work of throwing Jason out discreetly. A few eyes are on us, Char among them.

Fuck, I curse to myself.

“Thanks” I mumble and Rio turns to face me.

“Let me guess, finance?” He says.

My head is still spinning. “What?”

“He works in finance so he thinks people can be bought? And has shit to lose that's why he aint swing on me for talking to his ‘girl’” Rio says with a knowing, taunting light in his eyes. It kills all of the chivalry of his actions.

“Yes, finance” I admit and he looks me over again like I can do better. 

“Well D would’ve wanted me to look out,” he shrugs cooly.

“Thanks” I respond, feeling deflated.

“I’ll tell the staff you're a friend of the family, you need anything let us know” he comments glancing around the venue.

“Appreciate it” I mutter seeing Char’s wide eyes behind him as she makes her way over.

“No worries. But don’t ever come to the bar dressed like that you hear?” He winks walking away.

“Who was that? He’s hot!” Char asks as Rio disappears. 

“D’s cousin” I answer honestly.

“How do you know him? I don’t remember this cousin.” she asks.

“He was around when I saw D” I omit the full truth and she looks in his direction some more.

“He’s hot” she repeats and I smile.

“He’s not your type”

“What?” she asks.

“I'm pretty sure he doesn’t fit your criteria” I tell her.

“What does he do?” She asks.

“He looks like he does whatever he wants.” I tell her heading back to the bar. The bartender hands me a cherry margarita before I can order.

“From the boss” he smiles and I do too. My sister watches me with a hundred questions when I don’t pay and I know it’ll be a long interrogation. I wonder if Rio’s actions are genuine kindness or flirting - either way the man is attentive and clearly dangerous. I head home shortly after the incident, skipping out on the after parties. When I wake up I see a slew of emails from Jason and roll my eyes. I see a message from char saying she’s doing hot yoga and relax until my phone rings. I check the caller ID with one eye open and see Diego’s name. Relief washes over me and I answer.

“Hello”

“Char called”  Diego says on the other end of the video call.

“Yeah?” I ask and he nods.

“Asking if you were involved with my cousin” Diego says and I roll my eyes.

“Jason was sloshed and getting aggressive instead of my sister intervening your cousin did.” I explain.

“I know he told me, then asked me if guys like Jason are your type” Diego says with a knowing expression.

“We both know he isn’t” I admit. “How's the play off season going at the bar?” I ask.

“Good. You low on money?” he asks.

“No, I've been living off the tips and saving my salary. It’s nice.” I admit.

“Rio’s out of town next weekend so if you want to work let me know” he offers.

“I’m in” I tell him.

“Good”

“Did Char tell you she thinks Rio is hot?” I ask and his eyes bug out.

“Rio isn’t her type, he has a son and two girlfriends” D says, surprising even me.

“Two” I exclaim shocked and D nods. “And he’d pretend Char’s the only one,” I add, shaking my head.

“Good at it too,” D scoffs, making me laugh.

“Then he’s exactly her type, she still believes in playing pretend” I tell Jason who swallows.

“Both of you need to stay away from him.” D says before changing the subject to something lighter.

group project - COUNTERFEIT (RIO)

authors note: checking in with readers. the first chapter did well but the second not so much. idk if you all are busy or tired with the state of the world, tired of rio or adjusting to the change in POV. Whatever the case I'm willing to pause updating this story for now and revisit updating it later.

This story is a slower burn than Forgiveless but I promise all the mess and spice you love and more is on the horizon.

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Propaganda

Jessie Matthews (Evergreen, First a Girl, It's Love Again, Gangway)—known as “the dancing divinity”, jessie matthews was a british musical star of stage and screen in the 20s and 30s - if you're an enjoyer of lavish art deco musicals of the likes of fred and ginger, busby berkeley etc, definitely give her movies a try they are delightful! (tantalizingly there were multiple attempts made to pair her and fred together that never came to fruition - gaumont-british tried to get fred for evergreen and mgm wanted jessie for a damsel in distress.) and for the women in tuxedos enjoyers, her 1935 movie first a girl was the first english language remake of viktor und viktoria, famously later remade with julie andrews.

Lotus Long (Tokyo Rose, Last of the Pagans, Think Fast Mr Moto)— Look at those doe-like eyes! Her abundant hair! Her perfect Cupid's bow!

This is round 2 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

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Jessie Matthews:

Star of British 1930s stage and screen, she introduced classic songs by Noel Coward and Rogers and Hart to English audiences, and then played perky heroines, but today it’s her genderswapping role in First A Girl that probably gets most attention.

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89!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HIII MARK!!!!! :D

89: Headcanons for an AU that you have

hmmm… roger rabbit au… hmmmm….

i could talk more in depth about taka and mondo’s in world cartoon in the au because i’ve never talked about it on my account before. so excuse me while i ramble…

the taka cottontail cartoon is your typical “hero saves the damsel in distress from the big bad villain” type cartoon (think of some old mickey and minnie mouse cartoons, popeye, a non vintage cartoon example would be mario, peach and bowser).

taka of course stars as the hero and mondo is the cartoon’s villain for a limited time (he gets fired at one point the dummy). and sayaka is our damsel (because HELL YEAH WILLPOWER UNION). she is also a bunny and is named “sayaka satin” after satin rabbits, known for their shiny and pretty fur and how they’re bred specifically for rabbit shows.

anyways. for mondo, im having a tough time thinking about how his villain character’s gonna be. i could go the more flamboyant route (with the idea of him being created to be very queercoded and somehow getting on the screen) and have him be a cruella de vil-like fashion designer who wants to capture sayaka and use her pretty fur for clothing. or i could go for something with a little more machismo (to really contrast his acting persona with his later one that’s more akin to jessica rabbit) and have him be a hunter/trapper that wants to hunt down sayaka like game to display her like a trophy. again, because she’s pretty. still working on which one i like more.

also off camera, these guys are besties. they hang out a lot and built a nice relationship with each other. sayaka’s stuck in this weird predicament where the person who was made to be her love interest actually doesn’t like her like that behind the scenes, but she doesn’t mind it. taka’s a good friend, but she’s not looking for that kind of relationship right now because she’s so focused on her career. she wants to break off and do her own thing once the cartoon ends its run, but she’s unsure if people will be able to separate her from that show. hmmm…

she’s also essentially the stand-in for the original movie’s baby herman because she’s the first person who approaches kyoko about taka being framed and asks her to help clear his name. because she knows taka, and she knows he’d never do something like that.

and taka’s just silly. he stays silly. silly rabbit.

no nice drawings this time, just this old sketch of taka and sayaka while i was trying to figure out their designs. still a wip.

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Evergreen, a Chrissy&Eddie one-shot

"Chrissy… Chrissy, answer me, now!" Christine Cunningham ran through the darkly lit hallway of her pristine childhood home, trying to find a way out as her mother's demanding voice reverberated through her ears.

She still wore her pajamas as she sprinted in terror, a Black Sabbath t-shirt and sleeping shorts as her bare legs were chilled… the shirt courtesy of her boyfriend, Eddie Munson, who would always lend her his clothes to wear whenever she wanted.

And in this nightmare, all she wanted was him, as the place she had felt the safest in years was in his presence, ever since that moment in the woods behind the school grounds. His arms around her always protective and reassuring…

Her shoeless feet slid on the wooden steps of her former home, as she tried not to fall in her haste to escape from the monster pursuing her.

It didn't make sense why she was still having nightmares about Vecna, as they had already defeated him months ago and Hawkins was barely putting itself back together after the reported "earthquake".

But, he would probably always haunt her after giving her waking visions of her traumas and even in her dreams, this felt more real than ever.

Chrissy made it downstairs, looking for signs of being followed… she didn't see anyone.

No Dad or little brother in the living room. But surely her mother was still around, focused on 'perfecting' her flaws as Laura Cunningham only viewed Chrissy as a doll to be poked and prodded and shaped into an unrealistic mould.

A foul, putrid odor permeated from the dining room and Chrissy wanted to retch at the smell, her gag reflex bubbling up her esophagus as she tried to keep from vomiting on the spot as she went to the front door.

She could almost feel the cool fogging mist outside.

And the entrance was boarded up with numerous planks of wood, barring her escape.

Chrissy screamed in frantic desperation, pounding her small fists on the wood, the pain of impact bruising her knuckles as she cried out.

"Help! Somebody please, let me out of here!" She leaned her body against the wood, knowing her slight weight wouldn't budge the barricade. "Eddie, please save me!"

In any other situation, she would have felt pathetic, calling out to be rescued by the boy she loved. A literal damsel in distress needing salvation from a knight in shining armor…

And with Eddie's love for 'Dungeons & Dragons', she certainly viewed him as one, even if the rest of Hawkins didn't see his best qualities.

Tears stung her eyes as the voice from upstairs rumbled through the walls, shaking the family pictures and hanging chandeliers from the ceilings.

"You're trapped, Chrissy. Nobody is here to help you." Vecna in his supernatural form of spider-like monstrous appearance, like a creature out of a vintage horror film, stood many feet from her, his ice blue eyes glaring straight at her as she froze. "You're not escaping me again. You will be consumed by your demons. You're a burden that needs to be obliterated."

His words sent a chill down her spine, noting the verbiage she had heard her own mother say to her in the past on multiple occasions throughout the years, even before she was a teenager.

"I'm sick and tired of you, Chrissy. You do nothing but make a mess.

You're a burden on this family… I deserve a better daughter than a detestable brat like you.

What happened to that good little girl I loved? Do you know how disappointed I am to be your mother?"

Chrissy closed her eyes, trying to drown out the hurtful verbal abuse of her mother… trying to remind herself that she indeed was loved and treasured for who she was by those outside of her blood family.

Eddie's gentle voice sounded in her head, a small smile crawling on her chapped lips as she remembered them growing closer as she had confessed her secrets to him.

"I don't understand, Chrissy? Your mother starves you?

Yeah, she does… every day.

We need to get you help. It's not right, what you're going through.

Don't try to save me, Eddie… I'm fine.

No, Chrissy, you're not fine… you're just strong. And you deserve everything."

After that declaration, she had kissed him for the first time… soft and warm and firm and sheltering. Eddie all around her…

How she had thought of the methods he would go to save her from her prison of a home and get her away from her mother.

Everything short of Eddie bursting into the church during the Sunday sermon, plucking Chrissy from her family's pew to the preacher's podium and displaying Chrissy's hidden marks beneath her blouse, bruises and freshly bleeding wounds from her mother's sharp needles and pinching fingernails, exposing the Cunningham matriarch to the whole upper-class Hawkins congregation as the bitter and spiteful shrew she truly was.

"Her mom does this to her… it's not a secret now."

His gentle, guitar string calloused fingers carefully pulling Chrissy's shirt back down to cover her up again, his voice a soft whisper in her ear…

"She won't do it anymore, princess."

"Let go of MY daughter, you delinquent!"

Eddie's arms shielding her from Laura reaching out with manicured claws, and the scandalized churchgoers gasping at the display of her shrill and hysterical temper…

Chrissy opened her eyes, her gumption returning to her as she ran away from the door, her athletic legs steadfastly carrying her through the living den to the dining room…

Silverware on the table, weapons she could use to fend herself from Vecna.

She heard him groan and growl as he turned to follow her, primal and terrifying as Chrissy's heart beat a painful marathon within her chest.

She was at the dining table, the horrid aroma of spoiled rotten food assaulting her nostrils as she almost gagged on the spot… her trembling fingers reached for the large knife, the blade reflecting her tear-stained face as she felt the vibration of Vecna's footsteps.

"Where do you think you're going, Chrissy? You don't want to miss out on this grand feast…"

A shadow passed over Vecna, and she recognized the shape he was transforming into… an all-too familiar silhouette, tall and slender and impeccable…

But her mother's face wasn't her own.

Vecna had changed himself into a paranormal version of her mother, white eyes with no pupils or irises, her teeth fang-like and pointed like a witch.

"Mom?" Chrissy asked, recognizing the visions from Spring Break, when she had been taken before by Vecna and held captive by her fears.

She held up the blade, preparing to defend herself from the beast after her.

A pair of black, slick tentacles reached out and grabbed her ankles and her wrists and Chrissy dropped the knife in her startled reaction.

She screamed out in terror, as she was dragged to a kitchen chair and pushed against the table's edge, the sickening smell of the putrid food flooded up into her nose and she swallowed the bile in her throat as she wanted to purge… flies and maggots crawled and flew all around the overstuffed plates, buzzing and squelching…

Her wrists were strapped to the cold arms of the chair, her ankles tied to the chair's legs. Chrissy struggled and fought against her restraints. "NO! LET ME GO!"

"You're not getting away again, Christine… you're weak and insignificant. You're nothing without me to guide you." Laura's sing-song voice came from Vecna's shape-shifted version of her.

Another black, sliming vine wrapped around Chrissy's throat, coiling tight and slowly squeezing. She choked against the slow strangulation, watching to see her "mother" stuff a plate of spoiled food with potatoes and bleeding steak bathed in various sauces, dripping and nauseating.

"Open up wide, sweetheart. A chubby little piggy needs to eat…"

Vecna/Laura held out a large spoonful of brown potatoes soaked in watery gravy and covered in swimming maggots... her white eyes mocking.

Vomit exploded from Chrissy's mouth, rancid and acidic and she struggled to breathe as the tentacle wrapped tighter around her neck, encircling around her jaw… and entering her mouth invasively and she convulsed with the shock… rough against her tongue and past her uvula, down her burning esophagus…

"Smile and swallow, like the fat, stinking whore you are."

Smothering, humiliating, haunting, domineering… it was all too much.

She just wanted it all to end now.

Maybe it would be best if she just submitted…

But… just like Eddie said to her… she was strong, capable of anything without having to be the perfect daughter her mother wanted her to be.

She wouldn't let Vecna have her again.

She pinched her eyes shut and used all her might remaining… . .

Chrissy sat up in bed, gasping and trying to breathe properly as her throat throbbed with an unknown pain, like she had ingested something unknown to her… her hand went to massage her neck above her larynx as she looked around the darkened bedroom.

Posters of Metallica, Black Sabbath and other heavy metal rock bands all around the walls.

And Eddie's beloved guitar, the Warlock sat in her line of sight as she felt a rustle of movement at her side.

Her half-awake boyfriend stirred beside her in their bed, groaning and rousing himself aware as he took in the blurry sight of Chrissy alert and rattled as he rubbed his eyes.

Immediately he sensed her uneasiness, reaching to turn on the lamp on the table.

"Chrissy, what is it? What's wrong?" His ringed hands went to her shoulders, tenderly rubbing them as she remained still, staring straight head of her, barely acknowledging he was there.

His hands went to stroking her upper arms, soothing and gentle as he brushed his lips to her temple. He felt her small body shivering under his fingertips and her lip quivered in silent fear as she finally turned to face him.

Shame and dread colored her cheeks as he became more concerned by the second for her wellbeing, knowing all she had endured up to this point in their relationship and beyond.

Chrissy opened her mouth to speak, seeing her reflection in the loving chocolate brown eyes of her Eddie, those eyes of humor and compassion and patience aimed at her every time they were together, even prior to their being a couple.

"Nightmare… Vecna." She uttered, bowing her head to lay against his shoulder, burying her nose into his neck, inhaling the scent of leather and cigarettes and just his natural aura of safety, his long hair forming a curtain around her head.

He didn't need to hear anymore for him to fold his arms around her, holding her close to his bare tattooed chest… many nights, she would lay beside him and trace her fingers along the painted ink of his skin, asking him the significance of each pattern and symbol.

Her hand reflexively went to the guitar pick necklace around her throat, gifted to her by Eddie as it was the very first one he had used during his early days of learning how to play… to show how important she was to him, to give her something so precious.

It was the simple things that made her love him…

Chrissy had no idea why he loved her back, but every time she expressed uncertainty, he would take away her pain with touches and kisses and much more, making her feel on top of the world, invincible in a way no academic achievement or sportsmanship award could…

In their bed, in the quiet of night, Chrissy laid in Eddie's arms, her petite fingers feeling along the contours of his face, their heads sharing the same pillow as they snuggled close.

His eyes were half-open as sleep began to overtake him and she didn't need to hear him speak to know that he would do anything to keep her safe, even from her own mind.

He hadn't fully forgiven himself for not being to save her the first time from Vecna's clutches, the monster preying on her vulnerability.

But, with their friends' help, he had saved her, giving her the confidence to break ties with her awful mother.

Her prince providing her strength to defeat the dragon keeping her locked away in a tower.

Her palm lay upon his chest, feeling the pumping of his heartbeat. The memory of her nightmare slipped away as she admired him, seeing him slowly slip down back into sleep, running her fingers through his dark locks of soft hair.

He possessed a handsome quality to his face as the moonlight danced with shadows along her Edward, much different from the stereotypical high school boys who thought themselves better than everyone else.

His lovely expressive mahogany eyes that she lost herself in every day, his dimpled smile when he would grin so happily that made her heart skip a beat, his full plump lips that tasted so good whenever they kissed her own… his smooth cheeks could have been carved from a Roman marble statue.

A face like his belonged in the descriptions of a Victorian age romance novel… or perhaps a Charles Dickens literary character would be more appropriate…

"I love you, Edward Munson." She whispered with a misty breath, feeling peaceful slumber dragging her down once more, calm and soothing as she was in her hero's arms, hearing him breathe deeply in response to her declaration.

She laid her head against his chest, his voice sleepily humming the familiar tune of Roy Orbison's "Evergreen", a favorite of her own and his Uncle Wayne's.

For when its evergreen…

It will last through the summer and winter too.

When love is evergreen,

Like my love for you…

A song of everlasting devotion that would remain through whatever life would throw at them, supernatural phenomenon or just everyday real-world problems.

No matter what, they had each other.

They were a unit, regardless of society dictating otherwise. Together, they could face anything, even Hell and death.

[pdrrook]

After playing through all three LI routes in the visual novel, I started looking through more information about your blog.

While I love all of the routes, Reed seacrtly over his childhood friend for years, Jewel and MC falling in love when they're both on the run 🥰. Learning Laurent is a fan of classic nior films just makes his romance more hilarious for me in hindsight, considering the MCs Allure ability and illegal activities are traits usually associated with the classic Femme Fatale, but they're also framed for murder and unwittingly involved in a conspiracy so they got some damsel in distress mixed in.

I had no idea about this when I first played Laurent's route because when I created my MC Liz Morren, I gave her a vintage wardrobe and eyes like Elizabeth Taylor. She does hide her natural violet eye color with colored contacts, being a tier 5 Allure is difficult enough without having a rare eye color that would make her easier to potentially identify. Also, considering her limited funds, she can only really afford shopping at second-hand stores, and women's fashion from the 40s and 50s tend to flatter her curvy build better than most modern fashion.

Can you just imagine when Laurent first started visiting the perfume shop and then this sales girl who looks like she just stepped out a classic Hollywood film in live color gives him the most charming customer service smile? The poor bastard never stood a chance.

I was gonna say but "Can you just imagine when Laurent first started visiting the perfume shop and then this sales girl who looks like she just stepped out a classic Hollywood film in live color gives him the most charming customer service smile? The poor bastard never stood a chance." you said it all 😌

Laurent living his best silent noir film life on the run with the love of his life 😳👌

[almarkiz]

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Okay self indulgent idea of what Hera would look like if she had a physical form...

I think as of Season One she would have a physical form that's very retrofuturism meets vintage air hostess meets movie starlette...

I imagine mechanical blue skin, white blonde hair, vintage space outfit that's impractical- think the Jetson's female outfits and not actual space safe attire. Perhaps an outfit with a bit of Marilyn Monroe flare, the splayed out bob, the bright eyes, perhaps a mole on her cheek. A little bit pretty alien...

Because I think Goddard Futuristics would want to belittle her a bit, remind her that she's not a person in her own right- that she's a part of the ship, there to aid, not to function as an individual. So they make her look more fashionable than functional and lean into a pretty Star Trek damsel in distress look.

I think Hera would resent this appearance and try to find some way in her programming that she could adjust her form to something she would actually prefer. In Hera's ideal form she'd wear a jumpsuit like the rest of the crew, tie her hair up or perhaps cut it into a less feminine style and she'd ditch the makeup that makes her look more like an actress than anything else.

With the help of Maxwell she'd be able to change a few things- and maybe end up with a form that's closer to looking like Minkowski or Lovelace than a character from a C-tier sci-fi film in the 60s...

[vintagestagehotties]

Hot Vintage Stage Actress Round 1

Helen Menken: Diane in Seventh Heaven (1922 Broadway); Irène De Montcel in The Captive (1926 Broadway); Elizabeth I in Mary of Scotland (1933 Broadway); Charlotte Lovell in The Old Maid (1934 Broadway)

Jane Baxter: Lady Maud Marsh in A Damsel in Distress (1928 West End); Margaret in George and Margaret (1937 West End); Viola in Twelfth Night (1948 Old Vic)

Propaganda under the cut

Helen Menken:

her and mae west were arrested on the same night and got into a shouting match where mae west called her a lesbian and she called mae west a drag queen and personally i think the foundation for a really hot enemies to lovers story is 👌

Jane Baxter:

[witchyirishgal]

Those lingerie pics!

Is it weird to suggest that you would look wonderful wearing that while something like the Creature from the Black Lagoon carries you away into its lake to become its mate... like those vintage 50s Sci fi horror posters with damsels in distress?

This woman is a goddess… but one of my favorite photos of all time.