#violet fisher

[yzeltia]

Febhyurary 2025 Masterpost

Day 1 Hello World [Hien, Mina, Kaien] Day 2 Flame [Jullus] Day 3 Born Again [Deryk] Day 4 Touch [Claudien] Day 5 Colour [Kirian and Keith] (Green 2 Pt.1) Day 6 Vision [Riol and Violet] Day 7 Sleep [Gelos(U'rahn-Azem)/Themis] Day 8 Crystal [Keith] Day 9 Heaven [Hien] Day 10 Class [Claudien] Day 11 Fight [Kirian and Keith] (Green 2 Pt.2) Day 12 Journey [Violet, Riol, and Apple] Day 13 Storm [Violet] Day 14 Love [Kirian and Keith] (Green 2 Pt.3) Day 15 NPC [Keith] Day 16 Squad [Fordola and Arenvald] Day 17 Water [Violet and Riol] Day 18 Shadow Pt. 1 and Pt.2 [Claudien] Day 19 Outfit [Violet, Hien, Claudien, Fordola, Keith, Jullus] Day 20 Divinity [Keith and Deryk] Day 21 Walk [Fordola and Arenvald] Day 22 Ship [Violet, Riol, Keith, Deryk, Jullus, Hien, Claudien, Fordola, Arenvald] Day 23 Quest [Kirian] Day 24 Boss [Erick and Violet] Day 25 Dawn [Kirian] Day 26 Fantasia [Kirian and Keith] Day 27 Hub [Jullus] Day 28 Wilds [Keith and Deryk]

[yzeltia]

Jannie: A picture of Papalymo

U'rahn: A storytale book of his mother's

Violet: A bird shaped stone from the first pointed out to her by Ardbert. They had argued whether it resembled a black chocbo or an Amaro

What is your WoL's most precious item?

[isabellaofparma]

Dope Girls | 1.01 - "When She Was Bad, She Was Very Very Bad"

[avoteforme]

these dyads together really are women for women without any of the tokenistic frills or thrills

(on a separate note- hi i have been away for some time and kind of started up on another ship-- watch me be that guy with the red string and the corkboard as i try to connect up all my ships :p)

[fayegonnaslay]

Elizabeth Taylor, the legend that you are <3

From Julie Burchill's "Girls on Film", 1986.

[bitter69uk]

Violet-eyed screen diva Elizabeth Taylor gracing the December 1963 cover of Movie Stars magazine. Intrigued as I am by the headline “Shocking! Eddie Plans Christmas with Liz”, what I NEED to know about is Annette Funicello’s “Wild Love Chase.”

[xccx-cringecorner]

what are y'all doing here???

Characters:

Deltarune (Rouxls Kaard, Susie) Undertale (Mettaton) She-ra (Scorpia, Wrong Hordak) Total Drama (Mal, Mike, Noah) The Walking Dead (Daryl Dixon) The Walking Dead game (Violet) OK KO! (Professor Venomous) Sally Face (Sal Fisher) Detroit: Become Human (Ralph, Connor) Death Note (Mello) Overwatch (Junkrat) Arcane (Viktor, Jinx)

[yourdailyqueer]

do you have any posts about lesbians that were alive in the 1800s, I’m interested in that era and have been looking for some <3

Those actually labelled as Lesbian (I also have some bisexuals and *trans people from that era as well if interested):

I'm not counting anyone born after 1880 as they most likely didn't get well known in that era etc.

After 1800

Emma Stebbins - Born 1815

Charlotte Cushman - Born 1816

Rosalie Sully and Anne Hampton Brewster - born 1818

Matilda Hay - Born 1820

Rosa Bonheur - Born 1822

Adelaide Anne Procter - Born 1825

Emily Blackwell - Born 1826

Louisa Baring - Born 1827

Emily Dickinson and Harriet Hosmer - Born 1830

Felicita Vestvali and Amelia Edwards - Born 1831

Margaret Macpherson Grant - Born 1834

Octavia Hill - Born 1838

Emma Crow - Born 1839

Sophia Jex-Blake - Born 1840

Maria Louise Pool and Ella Wesner - Born 1841

Maria Konopnicka - 1842

Anna Yevreinova and Sarah Bernhardt - Born 1844

Annie Hindle - Born 1845

Rose Cleveland - Born 1846

Josie Mansfield - Born 1847

Edwina Kruse - Born 1848

Marie Fillunger - Born 1850

Eugenie Schumann - Born 1851

Sophie Elkan, Isa Asp and Louise Abbéma - Born 1853

Mary Garrett - Born 1854

Palmire Dumont - Born 1855

Louise Catherine Breslau, Anna Elizabeth Klumpke and Elisabeth Marbury - Born 1856

Ika Freudenberg, Lilian Welsh, Selma Lagerlöf, Eleonora Duse and Ethel Smyth - Born 1858

Lucy Elmina Anthony, Margaret Todd and Elsie de Wolfe - Born 1859

Rachilde and Jane Addams - Born 1860

Edith Watson, Vida Dutton Scudder, Valborg Olander and Maria Dulębianka - Born 1861

Loie Fuller - Born 1862

Madeleine Zillhardt, Hélène van Zuylen and Mathilde de Morny - Born 1863

Vesta Tilley and Johanna Elberskirchen - Born 1864

Sophia Goudstikker and Winnaretta Singer - Born 1865

Lydia Zinovieva-Annibal - Born 1866

Władysława Habicht, Polyxena Solovyova and Evelina Haverfield - Born 1867

Lida Heymann and Edith Lake Wilkinson - Born 1868 

Caroline Spurgeon, Edith Craig, Emma Willits, Flora Murray - Born 1869

Ethel Richardson, Agnes Elisabeth Overbeck, Gabrielle Bloch and Princess Vera Gedroits - Born 1870

Cicely Hamilton, Violet Gordon-Woodhouse, Elizabeth Fisher Read, Celia Wray, Maude Adams - Born 1872

Louisa Garrett Anderson, Sara Josephine Baker, Maud Allan - Born 1873

Lilian Barker, Pepi Litman, Mary Dewson, Toupie Lowther, Romaine Brooks, Gertrude Stein, Elsa von Freytag-Loringhoven, Rachel Barrett and Amy Lowell - Born 1874

Élisabeth de Gramont - Born 1875

Alfhild Tamm, Sibilla Aleramo and Natalie Clifford Barney - Born 1876

Virginia Gildersleeve, Renée Vivien and Alice B. Toklas - Born 1877

Wanda Landowska and Alla Nazimova - Born 1879

[itslynzbitxh]

purple || sal fisher x gender neutral reader

fluff

1.1k words

I unlock the door with shaky hands before stepping into our shared apartment.

"Are you sure?" I say, turning to Sal as I kick my shoes off at the door. He nods and unbuckles his prosthetic, setting it down on the coffee table.

"You don't have to, you know," I mumble as I head to the bathroom with the paper bag.

"I know," he says matter-of-factly, trailing behind me. I roll my eyes as I set the bag on the sink before kneeling down to rummage through the cabinets for my supplies. "But I wanna match," he grins lopsidedly into the mirror, running his fingers through his pigtails.

I chuckle softly and stand up with two hair dye bowls in hand. Sal wraps his arms around my waist and rests his head on my shoulder, watching me. I smile softly, leaning into his touch.

"Why do we need two?" he asks curiously.

"Well, you got a lotta hair, babe. The dye's not gonna all fit in one bowl," I explain as I reach into the paper bag and pull out two bottles of hair color: Ppl Eater and Front Row from Good Dye Young.

I look up into the mirror, taking in both of our reflections. My hair was a freshly-dyed vibrant red-violet. It had been blue for months until I decided to dye it purple on a whim yesterday. Sal came home from Larry's that night and pouted, complaining that we didn't match anymore. This morning, he'd asked me if I would help him dye it purple. I hesitated at first as he'd only ever had blue in the time I'd known him, but he badgered me until I agreed.

I run my fingers through his blue hair one last time.

"I'm gonna miss it. Larry's not even gonna recognize you," I chuckle. Sal grins and tightens his grip around me.

"Larry can kiss my ass for all I care. I wanna match with my beautiful partner." He presses a kiss to my neck, eliciting a soft giggle from me. "Can't have you looking better than me, can we?" he teases.

"Watch yourself there, hotshot," I say with a smirk, rolling my eyes. Sal laughs, the sound reverberating into my back.

I start to squeeze the color into the bowls and mix the two colors together, trying to match the red-violet shade of my own hair. After a few minutes, I've gotten as close as I think I can get. I look up at Sal.

"Whatcha think?" I hold the brush up, letting a glob of hair dye fall back into the bowl. It makes a loud plop, splattering several droplets on the white sink. I grimace.

"I think we're not getting our deposit back," Sal quips. I stick my tongue out at him.

"That was gone the first time I dyed my hair in this apartment," I reply. Sal chuckles.

"I'm ready now if you are." I look at him.

"Fuck yeah," he says excitedly, nodding.

"Sit down, and we can get started." I gesture to the closed toilet seat lid. He kisses my cheek and lets go of me, sitting down. I gently pull the ponytail holders out of his pigtails.

"Ow!" he exclaims dramatically. I roll my eyes.

"So whiney," I tease. He pouts playfully at me. I laugh and take out the second pigtail. I rustle his hair a little. He smiles up at me.

"Gotta say goodbye to my blue-haired boy."

"Hey, you didn't let me say goodbye to my blue-haired lover," he reminds me.

"I've been a thousand colors, love. I didn't think you'd be so attached to my blue," I say as I section his hair up with a claw clip.

"Well, when you dyed it blue, I couldn't look at my hair without thinking of you," he says softly. "I liked that."

I blush slightly, my heart fluttering at his sweet words. I smile at him softly and press a gentle kiss to the top of his head.

"You're sweet. Now's your last chance to back out though," I tell him as I give the hair color one last stir before grabbing the brush and bringing it towards his head.

"Nope." He shakes his head with a grin. I laugh and apply the first streak of color onto the back of his hair.

I carefully start working the color into his blue hair, being more attentive than when I'm doing my own hair.

"This is gonna take a while. Wanna put on some music?" I ask as I apply the color in sections.

Sal nods, pulling out his phone and connecting to my speaker. After a moment, one of my favorite songs, "Black No. 1" by Type O Negative, starts playing. I chuckle softly.

"This song always reminds me of you," he smiles up at me.

"I haven't had black hair in years though," I tell him. He shrugs.

"Maybe we can do that next."

"Oh, a black-haired Sally Face would be unstoppable," I grin at him. He blushes slightly.

"You think?" he says softly. He always struggled to receive compliments, but so did I.

"I know. You'd be the ultimate emo boy," I tease, biting my tongue.

"I am NOT emo!" he exclaims. I laugh loudly. "I am punk rock, you bastard."

I laugh again as I apply more color.

"Uh-huh." He glares up at me. I grin. "I know you're not." He nods, satisfied by my answer. "But you know what song reminds me of you?"

He glares up at me again with a playful and curious expression in his eyes. "What song?"

I giggle and gesture for his phone. He sighs and hands it to me. I laugh to myself as I add a certain song to the queue. I set his phone down with a mischievous grin. He narrows his eyes at me.

"What song?" he asks again.

"Patience, Sally," he rolls his eyes at me. I continue coloring his hair, finishing up the back and moving on to a new section.

The Type O Negative song continues, and I forget that I added a song to the queue until after the eleven-minute song finishes. "Emo Boy" by Ayesha Erotica starts playing. I laugh to myself as Sally groans and blushes, glaring at me.

"I hate you," he mumbles, trying to suppress the smile tugging on his lips.

"Sure you do."

He shakes his head playfully and laughs, grabbing my hips and pulling me towards him to stand in between his legs. He wraps his arms around me and rests his head on my chest.

"You're lucky I love you," he mumbles into me. I yelp slightly, cold purple hair color getting on my white shirt.

"Sally!" I groan. He laughs and looks up at me with a smirk.

"Oops," he says sarcastically.

"You're lucky I love you." I repeat his words with a smile, not really caring that much about the shirt.

"Yes, I am," he says softly as he pulls me closer.

~~

this is my first tumblr fic ! (i wrote on wattpad back in the og days)

hope y'all enjoy! should i do a nsfw part two?

also requests are open !

<3

[hotvintagepoll]

Propaganda

Rita Moreno (Singin' in the Rain, West Side Story)—She’s an EGOT, an absolute legend for how she navigated her career as a woman of color in the fifties and sixties. Her performance as Anita in West Side Story is why I go back to that movie so many times. She is an icon and she is the moment.

Elizabeth Taylor (Cleopatra, Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf, Cat on a Hot Tin Roof)—iconic actress with purple eyes and a double row of eyelashes, the real ebony dementia ravenway of old hollywood. known for her stunning tastes when it comes to jewelry and her incredible, incredible advocacy during the AIDS crisis.

This is round 6 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.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]

Rita Moreno propaganda:

"Amazing showstopping actress in her one big memorable role as Anita in West Side Story. She sings and dances with unmatched joy and energy, and then breaks your heart with her acting. Rita took a role that felt as a stereotype to latina women and made it compelling and multifaceted. Her subsequent career was filled with mostly side roles, but she still managed to excel in whatever Hollywood threw at her."

"It’s Rita!! The EGOT herself! She can act, she can sing, she can dance, a triple threat. Obviously absolutely iconic as Anita in West Side Story (her part of the Tonight Quintet is the sexiest part of the film, fight me). But before that she was the amazing Zelda in Singin’ In the Rain!?! Thanks Zelda, you’re a real pal."

"She continues to be amazing but also she's got legs for days."

"THEE iconic rita moreno, EGOT winner, civil rights activist, theatre legend. watch her documentary "Rita Moreno: Just a Girl Who Decided to Go for It". also her rendition of "fever" on the muppet show"

Elizabeth Taylor:

I've been trying to steer clear of the absurdly-big names, but damnit, those violet eyes got me. The *talent*, the *presence*, the string of marriages and (temporally out-of-bounds) work in combating AIDS and pioneering in the concept of the celebrity fragrance line.

Not only did she have gorgeous violet eyes and lashes for days and one of the hottest voices ever, she was also a big supporter of the gay community

Child actress turned starlet, Liz dominated films as one of the greatest screen legends of classic hollywood. If your protagonist has violet eyes, they're imitating hers.

A Legend. She was serving milf rage in Whos Afraid Of Virginia Woolf. A Star in every sense of the word.

She was renowned for the beauty of her eyes; they were a dark blue but could look violet in certain lighting, something that photographers would actually touch up to look even more so in pictures. But even more striking was a genetic mutation that gave her a double row of eyelashes. She was also famed for her string of husbands -- 8 marriages to 7 men. Two-time hubby Richard Burton once said she was “a wildly exciting love-mistress… beautiful beyond the dreams of pornography.”

Her EYES. Early and loud support for gay rights and AIDS victims. Married a bunch of hot dudes, Burton twice!

just look at her. she's gorgeous. there's a video somewhere of her applying her eyeliner in the mirror and I think about it all the time

THE Hollywood actress of all time. Not only was she known for her long dark locks and blue-violet eyes, she also had one of the wildest life stories ever….. She’s Carrie Fisher’s stepmother because her father Eddie Fisher cheated on Debbie Reynolds with Liz. She was knighted as a dame of England. She was married to seven different men, one of them twice. She was also very kindhearted and did a lot of charity activism.

Asides from being an iconic actor, she did a lot of philanthropy and co founded the American Foundation for AIDS research. She’s sometimes considered one of the last great stars of old hollywood

[yzeltia]

Year of the OTP 2025 April

Title: Running Away Together Chapter 1: Running Characters: Violet Fisher, Alphinaud Leveilleur, Jullus pyr Norbanus, Riol Forrest Rating: Mature Notes: Thanks to @elizatronicwarfare and @just-a-geeky-therapist for the beta reads! - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 -

Violet crossed her arms and pursed her lips as she considered what to do with Alphinaud and Jullus. Alphinaud wouldn't look her in the eye, jacket barely zipped back up and his exposed neck still red with signs of light bruising on his normally pale skin. Jullus too, seemed to keep his attention down at his feet, his hair mussed up and coat draped about Alphinaud's shoulders.

"I'm sorry Violet. I thought you were away on business in Tural," Alphinaud finally said, "I didn't mean to give you a shock. I was meaning to tell you that we had formed a relationship and you had said that if I ever was in need of your quarters in the Annex that I was welcome to them. I abused the privilege."

Violet turned her attention to Jullus, giving him a chance to speak to and when he didn't she leaned back in her chair and crossed her leg over her knee. Her neutral expression soon broke into amusement as she began to laugh, Alphinaud and Jullus immediately caught off guard. "I'm sorry. But you were meaning to tell me? Alphi you've got about as much subtlety as Alisaie with enough ambient aether to get off a crimson scourge. Not to mention even if I hadn't seen you two sneaking off to some barely out of sight corner each time Jullus comes for a visit or we happen to bump into one another in Tetrium, your sister has already appraised half of Eorzea about each little embarrassing failed attempt at coupling. Did you two really think you could get away with anything under Ameliance Leveilleur's roof? Silly boys."

Alphinaud groaned and buried his face in hands as Jullus sat up and cleared his throat. "So then you're not cross with us?"

"That you were trying to swive in here? I would be if it were not so hilarious. Seriously, you couldn't be bothered to expend the anima to get yourselves to the Quicksand before pawing at one another? It can't be that long since you've had a roll in the tide," Violet scoffed crossing her arms.

"I could not bare to look Momodi in the eyes. She'd know in a second," Alphinaud said through his hands. "And that is just that. We've…yet to take that step. There's no place where we could go to find peace."

Violet rolled her eyes. "I think the assumption is that you've already sailed far past that step. Though I'm sure Alisaie embellishing some stories haven't helped," she said while watching Alphinaud shrink back in his seat before continuing."Still, I get it. You want it to be safe and special while not having to think about who might interrupt or know what you're up to in the moment."

"That is the gist of it," Alphinaud sighed.

"Alright then. Go to the sanctuary then. It's private and has all the amenities you could possibly need. Jullus has been. Go take a weekend off. Hells, between trying to make your situationship work while balancing the reconstruction efforts in Garlemald and your work in Tulliyolal you both deserve some time to just be. The Maiden knows a good swive might actually finally make Alphi not so uptight all the gods damned time."

"Vi-Violet!," Alphinaud sputtered while Jullus coughed to cover his laugh.

"Anyroad. The sanctuary is yours. Jullus, do you remember the coordinates?" Violet asked.

"I do…though I'm not much of a sailor," Jullus admitted.

"I'll have Riol take you then and tell him you're there to see about having the island provide sundries for the island or whatever so you don't have to worry about him thinking you're off to bed one another," Violet mused devilishly.

"Provide for? Is the island occupied?" Alphinaud asked.

Violet shrugged. "By all of the toy's Rahn's wife finds for him. Nothing living will bother you," she dismissed with a little wave of her hand.

Jullus leaned over toward Alphinaud, taking his hand. "It's not often we get an opportunity like this. An island getaway doesn't sound so bad does it? It'd just be the two of us and we can…take our time."

"I suppose an opportunity like this does not make itself present often. Some time away does sounds nice. A real vacation where there's no ulterior motives at work…save for the…um…well, that specific one," Alphinaud said, increasingly flustered.

"Alright then, now that that's settled, kindly swive off so I can have my office in peace and purge the memory of you two necking on my desk," Violet said, pulling out a bottle of whisky and a glass from her drawer, filling the latter promptly after.

"Should you…never mind. Apologies again Violet," Alphinaud mumbled as he went for the door, Jullus following.

"Wait," Violet called out, holding up her glass, a finger off of it pointing at Jullus. "You stay a moment. We should talk. Alone."

Alphinaud opened his mouth to protest, but found himself gently ushered out by Jullus. "Go on. Go pack. I'll let you know what the plan is after I get my own things sorted," Jullus assured Alphinaud, leaning out the door to steal a kiss before ducking back inside and closing the door as Violet downed her glass.

Violet poured herself shine two fingers worth of drink as she watched Jullus sit back down. "After my mother passed, the pirate crew that cared for me scrounged up enough money to send me to the Studium where I was mentored by Louisioux, Alphinaud's grandfather. I was very alone here, but he treated me like his own and when he passed too I was very much lost. Cut to five years later and my surprise that I found myself destined to be some hero and his grandchildren sought to bring about peace to the realms just as he had," Violet said, swirling her drink before tossing it back before continuing, "And while I now know the love of many friends and my definition of family has greatly expanded, Ali and Alphi are by far the dearest people to me in the world. I am closer to them than my own flesh-and-blood sibling.

"Of the two of them Alphinaud bears the most scars. Time and again his pride has been his downfall. That confidence about him runs on being humbled by life and unwavering optimism for people to do the right thing. As we both know, the latter fails to happen all too often. All that bolstering is only as strong as those who support him and try to live up to those ideas."

"Alphinaud is a lot stronger than you give him credit for," Jullus protested only to be waved off to silence by Violet.

"I'm not saying he isn't strong. I'm saying he's got the biggest heart of anyone I know and that makes him more vulnerable to hurt than the rest of us, so don't swiven disappoint him. I've never seen him affectionate with anyone else like he is with you. You're likely his first serious relationship in any capacity. Go slow and don't hurt him…as if you do you better hope whatever I do to you ensures none of the other Scions can find you because I'm sure they'll be more creative with their anger than I."

Jullus stared quietly then stood up. "You will not have to worry about that. I…well," he started, feeling his cheeks heat up. "He is all I have. In a personal capacity. I suppose my friendship with Alisaie is equally important…but that's it. It's them, and I would not do anything to jeopardise that. I have the rebuilding of my homeland, a handful of friends, and him."

Violet looked up sadly. "I know. And that is a lot of pressure on both you and him at your age and the infancy of your relationship. To let your hopes and happiness rest all in one person is shite ton of weight. All this sneaking around trying to have a moment together to see it interrupted in one way or another, that's not coincidence. That's calculated. Alphinaud is smart, he knows how you feel and even if he thinks he wants more with you in the moment, somewhere in him is afraid of what that ultimately means."

Jullus stared at Violet a moment then looked down at his boots. "So you're scared I'm going to hurt him and that my love for him will be too much for him to handle?"

Violet shook her head. "No. I'm saying that you're in a very vulnerable part in your life and that maybe you'll find it easier to connect both emotionally and in bed if you are honest about it before you get hot and heavy."

A brief silence passed between them before Jullus rolled his shoulder and went for the door. "I'll…I'll bare that in mind," he said on his way out, "I shall have us ready to disembark in the morning. Just send a letter to tell us where to be."

With that, Jullus left Violet to return to Garlemald gather his things and get affairs settled before their trip. What had been said stuck with him. Alphinaud had become a pillar in his life without realising it. He provided warmth and family that had been lost to him. Many at home still treated him harshly, for consorting with the Eorzean Alliance and every day felt like it was an uphill battle to rebuild. Even his friends often expressed their discomfort at times.

It had been easier with Alphinaud and Alisaie there. More so when the former had accepted his feelings. He knew it was for the best that the twins returned to let Garlemald figure itself out, but the loneliness after…and chasing after Alphinaud so to assuage it, it was recoloured by Violet's warning.

Jullus could not shake the uneasy feeling, long after he reunited with Alphinaud and met with Riol to sail from Moraby Drydocks. Alphinaud didn't seem to notice off hand, much more interested in proving he could take the helm, with supervision. Riol had noticed though, and when he felt certain Alphinaud could sail them forward for a few malms he wandered to Jullus who had parked himself at the bow, watching the horizon.

"Gil for your thoughts lad?" Riol asked, resting his back against the forward pulpit to keep a watchful eye on Alphinaud.

"Huh? Oh. I'm fine," Jullus lied, looking over toward Riol from under his bangs.

Riol crossed his arms and shook his head. "That's not sound of fine. Especially not for someone off to take a roll in tide with his lover," he laughed, catching Jullus's shocked expression through the corner of his eye. "Relax. I won't ruin your fun by letting on to the "commander" there that I know. Given that he's not brooding too, I don't think you're in a fight. So what's eatin' ya?"

Jullus shifted, finding himself a bit uncomfortable being put on the spot. He deliberated a moment, uncertain what to say or if he's say anything at all. "When we set all this up, Violet gave me a lot to think about."

"Did she now? Pay her no mind. She gets her jollies from watching men embrace. I thought she might melt on the spot when my mate Baderon gave me a smooch to get a rise out of her," Riol laughed.

"Oh. Well, no. It was more ominous than all that. I think she thinks I've got too much baggage for Alphinaud to handle," Jullus lamented.

"Ah. Well, I guess she still sees Alphinaud as a kid brother that needs protecting. He's been through a lot. And imagine you have too. He's grown from a little lord playing army to a fine young man with a good sense and a noble heart. If he's chosen you, then I'd have to think you're just as much of an outstanding gent as he. Let Vi have her sisterly threats. It comes from love."

"It is from that love that I have my fears. I've put so much upon him without even realising it," Jullus sighed.

"Has he complained? What's a partner for if not helping you through your storms. Violet has her own share of troubles and I'm happy to hold her or let her vent in such a way she'd make the most hardened of pirates blush. Hells, if she'd tolerate it I'd make it official, ceremony and all, but she likes her freedom and I respect that. Respect and trust. If you've got that, then you're sailing smooth…speaking of which," Riol said before giving Jullus a pat on the back as he stood up and headed back toward the helm. "OI! Didn't I say keep us steady. Don't be getting fancy with the wheel now."

"I thought it best to steer about the waves," Alphinaud protested, backing up as Riol took control of the vessel.

"This isn't a toy boat, it's not going to move fast enough. All you're going to do is make them break higher against the hull," Riol said before grunting as a wave broke against the larboard side.

Jullus let out a yelp as he lost his footing, getting it back just in time to get a good spray of ocean about him. "Hells…," he huffed, looking down at his drenched shirt and pants.

"Oh dear. I'm sorry Jullus," Alphinaud called out.

"It's fine. I should change for the weather anyway," Jullus said in return, on his way below deck to change out of his wet clothing, finding Alphinaud following behind as he stripped down to his smalls. "I said I was okay."

"Yes, well. I wanted to come down here with you anyway," Alphinaud said, fishing in Jullus's bag to find a towel to hand to him.

"Thanks," Jullus said, wiping his face before patting down his body, finding his boyfriend's eyes upon him. He flexed instinctively as he handed back the towel, showing of his muscular form as he pulled out a shirt more befitting the isle and started to unbutton it. "I'm sorry if I've been poor company. I've had a lot on my mind."

"I thought so. Though I figured you'd tell me if it were something important," Alphinaud said, folding Jullus's towel back up to keep his hands busy, face flushed from staring at the other a bit too much. "I do admit I was worried you might be regretting this trip. Garlemald has so much that it needs done."

"I can afford to have a little time to get away every now and then," Jullus said as he pulled on some shorts. "Though I do admit I find myself leaving more often than I should. Still, I'm not a magistrate. I have no real authority."

"What? That's nonsense. Everyone there looks up to you and values your guidance. Your, eventual, willingness to open yourself up to outsiders and be brave enough to say you need help is what ultimately saved Garlemald. Even after the bonds you made with us helped cement you as the envoy between nations. You are the very face of the future of Garlemald," Alphinaud bolstered before taking the other's hand. "One day, when you find your new normal and there's a warmer welcome to outsider influence, I will be able to return and be at your side as you continue to build up your nation…when I am not being invited spectate other nations' cultural exchanges and aid in the fallout of yet another world threatening disaster."

Jullus stared at Alphinaud a moment then leaned forward, bring the other by the back of his head toward him so that he could kiss the top of his forehead. "And you do not resent me? For pulling you away from your adventure, especially to find time to-"

"Of course not. I told you I was ready," Alphinaud said, ears turning red as he stared through Jullus's chest.

"And you're not doing this because you think it will make me happy? But because you want to," Jullus asked, taking in a deep breath.

Alphinaud remained silent for a moment before looking up, swallowing hard as his face burned with embarrassment. "I am not some chaste bookworm. I have the same urges any young man our age does. This being my first time does leave me rather flustered when I think about it too much; however, it is because my mind gets carried away. And…well, I hope it will make you happy. It will make me happy."

Jullus held the back of Alphinaud's head, rubbing his fingers affectionately against it as he looked down into his eyes. "Right. It will make me happy…But Violet made me realise-"

"Oi! Get your things ready and get up here and get the tender ready to sail to shore. We'll be on your island in less than half-a-bell," Riol called down to them.

"I'll get our things settled, you go topside and help Riol. I'll finish my thought later," Jullus said, hesitating a moment before sending Alphinaud off with a firm kiss.

"R-Right then," Alphinaud said in a small voice before stumbling back to turn and head back up to the deck.

Jullus takes a hand through his hair, watching Alphinaud go before getting their things together to bring upstairs for the next leg of their journey.

[chicinsilk]

US Vogue March 1, 1967

Model : Françoise Hardy

Ara Gallant hair; Dynel hairpieces from Tovar-Tresses.

(1) Chiffon storm: green, purple, magenta, with miles of matching scarf billowing around the smallest bodice—strapless, open in a V, with a high-ruffled skirt dancing like a storm over magenta legs. By George Halley; printed on silk by Julian Tomchin for Chardon-Marché. Charles Jourdan pumps.

(2) Add more flags: the belted shirtdress boasts new colors—bright colors, contrasted like ship's flags on a white field, with cheerful green legs to speed its way. By Mollie Parnis, printed on silk by Fisher & Gentile. Golo shoes.

(3) Flight of the Ostrich: for the most covered of evening gowns, in the hottest pink, wide sleeves trimmed with ostrich feathers and long legs dressed accordingly. John Moore dress, in heavy silk crepe.

(4) Rhinestone bands, left, set against a scarlet sequined yoke… then a faint flash of white crepe streaking through the night over moon-white legs. Pat Sandler dress, rayon crepe. Roger Vivier pumps. With the super-quick looks on these four photos: Hanes pantyhose.

(1) Tempête de mousseline : vert, violet, magenta avec des kilomètres d'écharpe assortie ballottée autour du plus petit corsage – à fines bretelles, dénudé en V. avec une jupe à haut volant dansant comme une tempête sur des jambes magenta. Par George Halley ; imprimé sur soie Julian Tomchin pour Chardon-Marché. Escarpins Charles Jourdan.

(2) Mettez plus de drapeaux : la robe-chemise ceinturée arbore de nouvelles couleurs – des couleurs vives, contrastées comme des pavillons de navires sur un champ blanc, avec des jambes vertes joyeuses pour accélérer son chemin. Par Mollie Parnis, imprimé sur soie Fisher & Gentile. Chaussures Golo.

(3) Le vol de l'autruche : pour la plus couverte des robes de soirée, dans le plus chaud des roses, de larges manches ornées de plumes d'autruche et de longues jambes habillées en conséquence. Robe John Moore, en crêpe de soie épais.

(4) Bandes de strass, posées sur un empiècement de paillettes écarlates… puis un léger éclair de crêpe blanc filant dans la nuit sur des jambes d'un blanc lunaire. Robe Pat Sandler, en crêpe de rayonne. Escarpins Roger Vivier. Avec les looks ultra-rapides de ces quatre photos : bas-culottes Hanes. 

Photo Richard Avedon vogue archive

[pupsmailbox]

MOTH︰BUTTERFLY ID PACK

NAMES︰ acantha.　adela.　adley.　aetheria.　aiden.　ainsley.　alis.　allison.　amos.　angle.　ankova.　antler.　apollo.　apple.　arches.　arden.　argent.　ari.　aruna.　ashworth.　aspen.　asteria.　astralyn.　atlas.　barberry.　bay.　bee.　belina.　bellamy.　belle.　blair.　blake.　blossom.　bright.　brighton.　bryn.　butter.　butterfleigh.　butterfly.　cadi.　cai.　calesia.　cali.　canary.　carson.　cayana.　chai.　cherry.　chouko.　cinnabar.　cistus.　clancy.　clifden.　cloud.　clover.　cosmia.　crimson.　daisy.　dakota.　december.　dewick.　dorian.　dot.　dusk.　dust.　eclipse.　eilira.　eilliot.　ellison.　elnora.　emerald.　ermina.　ermine.　esmerelda.　esther.　evelyn.　evern.　falena.　fern.　finley.　fisher.　flora.　fly.　flynn.　forest.　fox.　foxglove.　galatea.　galium.　garnet.　ghost.　ginny.　greta.　grey.　haden.　haven.　hawk.　haworth.　hayden.　heath.　herald.　hesperia.　holli.　hollis.　isabella.　ismeria.　isola.　jael.　jayden.　jersey.　july.　june.　juniper.　juno.　kahli.　kai.　karran.　karson.　kentish.　kimko.　kit.　kori.　lace.　lackey.　langmaid.　lepida.　light.　luca.　lucy.　luna.　lunar.　malam.　maple.　march.　mariposa.　marlow.　marrow.　mars.　may.　micah.　mirza.　mocha.　molie.　monroe.　moth.　mothra.　mothy.　nettle.　november.　oak.　ocaria.　oleander.　opal.　palmyra.　paru.　parvaneh.　peach.　pearl.　pepper.　pine.　pinion.　plume.　poppy.　psyche.　quinn.　reed.　reid.　rekoa.　remi.　riband.　ricki.　robin.　rose.　rosy.　rowan.　ruby.　rufous.　sable.　saffron.　saga.　saige.　scarlet.　scotch.　sibylla.　silver.　skyler.　sula.　swift.　tara.　tate.　tatum.　tawny.　tera.　thora.　tiger.　una.　vanessa.　violet.　virginia.　weaver.　winter.　wren.　yara.　zephyr.　zephyra.　zion.　zoumi.

PRONOUNS︰ admir/admiral.　ant/antenna.　anten/antenna.　antler/antler.　apple/apple.　blood/blood.　blue/blue.　bu/butterfly.　bug/bug.　butter/butterfly.　carpet/carpet.　chalk/chalk.　cherry/cherrie.　chrysalis/chrysali.　clear/clearwing.　cloud/cloud.　cocoo/cocoon.　cocoon/cocoon.　dagger/dagger.　dark/dark.　dew/dew.　dot/dot.　dusk/dusk.　dust/dust.　erm/ermine.　eye/eye.　flame/flame.　flap/flap.　flow/flower.　flu/fluttflutter.　fluff/fluff.　fluff/luff.　flutter/flutter.　fly/fly.　forest/forest.　fri/fritillary.　frit/fritillery.　goat/goat.　gold/gold.　hair/hairstreak.　hawk/hawk.　hawk/hawkmoth.　heart/heart.　hide/hide.　hook/hook.　in/insect.　insect/insect.　lace/lace.　lamp/lamp.　leaf/leaf.　lepidoptera/lepidoptera.　light/light.　lu/luna.　luna/luna.　lunar/lunar.　maple/maple.　mo/monarch.　mo/moth.　mocha/mocha.　moon/moon.　mor/morpho.　moth/moth.　nec/nectar.　night/night.　night/night.　nocturnal/nocturnal.　noct/nocturnal.　oak/oak.　plume/plume.　reed/reed.　riph/ripheu.　rose/rose.　sallow/sallow.　shark/shark.　sil/silk.　silk/silk.　small/small.　snout/snout.　squeak/squeak.　squeak/squeaker.　stripe/stripe.　sul/sulphur.　swa/swallow.　swa/tail.　swall/swallowtail.　swift/swift.　tiny/tiny.　tuss/tussock.　wax/waxe.　wing/wing.　☁️ . ⭐️ . 🌕 . 💡 . 🦋 .

[mousebitezz]

⌗ ⠀forest / nature id pack

✦⠀names ;

forrest. fern. moss. cedar. willow. river. juniper. aspen. maple. hazel. sage. poppy. rowan. thistle. arbor. brook. cypress. magnolia. oak. pine. thalia. lark. starling. raven. bear. meadow. basil. flint. reed. briar. clay. blossom. fox. dahlia. magnolia. laurel. violet. oliver. iris. finley. kai. rosemary. parker. arlo. beckett. sierra. tawny. paxton. everett. weston. paloma. rocky. fisher. jett. pike. robin. cliff. jasper. nettle. birch. thisbe. ingrid. jasmine. bailey.

✦⠀pronouns ;

ix ixes. x xs. it its. they them. ze zem. ey em. xe xem. ae aer. fae faer. dae daem. fern ferns. herb herbs. leaf leaves. bush bushes. thorn thorns. petal petals. tree trees. branch branches. twig twigs. rock rocks. stream streams. water waters. rain rains. storm storms. fungi fungus. acorn acorns. stem stems. pollen pollens. needle needles. geo geos. bio bios. fall falls. moss mosses. paw paws. horn horns. faun fauns. flora floras. nat nats. green greens. brush brushes. thicket thickets. cave caves. climb climbs. hike hikes. walk walks. boot boots. pic pics. camp camps. tent tents. fire fires.

✦⠀xenogenders ;

forestripped. naturnosticgender. redwoodgender. forestgender. treegender. songbirdsingic. forestdeity. forleafian. forestadventurer. forestneedy. nautreserenic. cloverflowergender. mouanipre.

[missfisherandjack]

“Poor Violet.”

Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries (2012-2015) ↳ 2x05 Murder À La Mode

[multifandomfix]

Little Things They Do To Show They Love You (Downton Abbey Preference)

Cora Crawley: Cora shows her love through thoughtful attention to detail. She remembers the small things, like your favorite tea or the way you prefer your blankets tucked. Cora’s affection comes through in quiet, consistent support and gentle words of encouragement.

Edith Crawley: Edith shows love by sharing her passions and interests with you and letting you share yours with her. Whether it’s discussing her latest article or inviting you to visit her publishing office. She values quality time spent talking and learning about what matters to you as well.

Elsie Hughes: Mrs. Hughes expresses love through acts of service. She’ll prepare a favorite meal, make sure you’re well taken care of, and handle anything you might need without you having to ask. Her love is practical but deeply heartfelt.

Isobel Crawley: Isobel shows love through her compassion and willingness to fight for you. She’s not afraid to stand up for what’s right, especially when it involves the people she cares about. She’ll help you navigate tough decisions and always lend a listening ear.

Joseph Molesley: Molesley shows love through small, earnest acts of kindness. Whether it’s helping you with a task, offering words of wisdom, or simply being there, his support is constant and understated, but it means the world to those he loves.

Mary Crawley: Mary shows love in subtle yet powerful ways. She might be reserved, but she expresses her affection by being fiercely protective of you, offering practical help should you require it, and sharing moments of vulnerability when she feels she can trust you.

Thomas Barrow: Thomas, though guarded, expresses love through quiet loyalty and acts of service. He might not say it outright, but he’ll go out of his way to help when you need it most, even if it’s behind the scenes. His love comes through in his dedication.

Violet Crawley: The Dowager Countess shows love in her unique way, through sharp wit and cutting remarks that secretly have your best interest at heart. She may not coddle, but her advice is often meant to guide and protect those she cares about, even if it can be tough love.

For anon

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