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Fiber arts update!!
First of all, some kinda bad photos of some very cool stuff I got:
(handspun by me, crocheting by my fiber arts buddy who, unlike me, can actually count to three sometimes and thus doesn't absolutely loathe crocheting)
Granny shawl: shetland/silk, shetland, merino/viscose.
I promise the colors look much better irl
Lace-y scarf: Merino/silk
also much prettier irl, and surprisingly warm!
Then, stash update:
added 200g grey merino (for a hat for my lil' sis) and dark blue merino (for an acquaintance of my partner), and 100g purple/pink merino (for a headband for said partner's dad) and 100g multicolor merino (??? why not). Not shown: A full pound of "Polarfuchs"/dark grey Icelandic, and another 100g of the blue sparkle merino.
Advent calendar update, days 8-10:
linen (or, more precisely, dyed tow flax), merino (VERY GREEN), merino (VERY VERY PINK!!)
Doodad Update:
Bone needle (for soon-to-be nålbinding attempts), and a yarn gauge (it was surprisingly hard to find something that didn't have to get shipped internationally)
The other side of the yarn gauge can also measure twist angle.
And, last but not least, progress on my marathon christmas spin:
200g of blue sparkle merino singles, and 25g of pink/purple stuff. Gonna finish the other 75g of that, and then it'll be on to plying!
(bobbins are modified Ashford weaving bobbins; I know some people who use a bobbin winder and storage bobbins modify said bobbin winder to take larger-diameter bobbins, but if I have the choice to either mess with a 100$ piece of equipment or some 1$-per-piece plastic spools, I know what I'll go for)
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Oh em gee, I just read your guide for taking care of black hair, and was wondering if you had any advice or a guide to dreadlocks as well!!
If you don't, thank you so much for reading my ask, and please take care of yourself and drink some water <3
Actively sending snacks, water, and kisses!!
thank you so much for ur support 💝
MINI GUIDE TO LOCS
Newer locs usually need to be washed every 1 to 2 weeks. If you wash them more, it can lead to dryness, itchiness, breakage or flakiness. After your locs have matured, regular washing is okay (make sure to use residue-free shampoo!)
Moisturise regularly, as dry locs can lead to breakage. However, using heavy products can create build-up. Be vigilant with how much product you’re putting in your hair.
Be gentle with your locs when styling or retwisting. Excessive touching, pulling twisting of locs can cause thinning or breakage.
Try to reduce exposed friction to your locs. Sleep with a silk bonnet, avoid stressing hairstyles, wear headbands during physical activities and don’t re-twist frequently.
Drink water and maintain a healthy diet. Sometimes, the food you eat can reflect the quality of your hair. There are plenty of foods out there that support hair growth.
When drying your locs, avoid heat. Instead, try to squeeze excess water from each section of your hair, then wrap it in a microfibre tower. Drying locs incorrectly can cause mould or odour.
Be aware of what is in your products. Lean towards products created with natural hair in mind while actively avoiding sulphates, parabens and mineral oil as they can dehydrate your hair.
#black women#black beauty#black tumblr#black is beautiful#black hair#natural hair#locs#short locs#dreads#dreadloccks#black woman appreciation#melanin#black girl magic#black girl aesthetic#black girl beauty#black girl moodboard#black girls of tumblr#black woman
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Hats & Hairpieces Recap
Season Two
Phryne wears a total of 36 hats and hairpieces throughout the second season, nine more than the 27 items in the first season. Her headwear ranges jeweled hair slides to elegant cloches to feathered headbands. The clear favorite of both this season and overall is her breaking and entering cat burglar beret with sixteen uses - ten of which are in season two alone. Coming in second is her linen detective hat, with seven uses this season and fourteen appearances overall.
1.Spanish Hat - A traditional Spanish hat in black felt with a wide brim and black ribbon hatband - 2x01, 2x01
2. Hello Jack - Blue straw hat with a curved brim, and antique ash-brown, blue, and black feathers attached to the black hatband - 2x01
3. Burlesque Headpiece - Spiral headpiece adorned with strands of glass beads - 2x01
4. Sequined Headpiece - Headpiece made in-house by the costume team stringing sequins onto very fine pieces of wire - 2x01, 2x01
5. Cemetery Hat - Black straw with green and white feather detail - 2x01, 2x02, 2x06 (base seen in 1x13)
6. Cat Burglar Beret - Classic black French beret made in a circular fashion - 2x01, 2x03, 2x04, 2x05, 2x05, 2x06, 2x07, 2x11, 2x12, 2x12 (also 1x05, 1x05, 1x06, 1x09, 1x10, 1x10)
7. Tan Straw Hat - Finely woven straw hat with a modest brim and brown ribbon trim with a matching wide hatband - 2x01
8. Grey Summer Hat - Grey straw hat with blue overtones, organza petal detail and pearl decoration - 2x02
9. Beaded Headband - Black headband with black beaded detail - 2x02
10. Detective Hat - Tan linen wide-brimmed hat dyed to match her car coat - 2x02, 2x03, 2x04, 2x06, 2x07, 2x10, 2x12 (also 1x02, 1x02, 1x04, 1x06, 1x08, 1x09, 1x13)
11. Spiral Hair Slides - Jeweled spiral hair combs - 2x03 (also 1x12)
12. Beach Holiday Hat - Cream straw hat with pink and white silk organza band and button - 2x03
13. Beach Sunhat - Cream wide brim summer hat with raffia embroidery detail - 2x03, 2x03
14. Harlequin Hat - White felt with original Victorian twisted raw silk trim, osprey feathers, silkworm thread, and velvet bind with crystal buttons that match the coat - 2x04
15. White Felt with Bronze Motif Hat - Cream felt hat with bronze period flower motifs and hand-painted ‘pearlized’ beads - 2x04, 2x07 (also 1x05, 1x07, 1x12)
16. Pearl Headdress - Silver headdress made with glass beads and pearls - 2x04
17. Pom-Pom Hat - Plum felt hat with a 1920's silk pom-pom, navy vintage feathers, and antique navy ribbon - 2x05, 2x08
18. French Navy Hat - Antique silk moire band with buttons on a French Navy felt hat - 2x05
19. Showstopper Headband - Yellow feather pom-pom attached to a black headband - 2x05
20. Navy Velvet Hood with Tassel - Lucious navy velvet with silk satin insert and tassel - 2x06 (also 1x03, 1x07)
21. Red Flower Cloche - Burgundy red felt with cut out flowers and feather detailing - 2x07 (also 1x01, 1x01, 1x02, 1x04, 1x04, 1x05, 1x06, 1x09)
22. Red Felt Circle Hat - Red felt hat with black, red, and cream felt interlocking circles set on matching ribbons - 2x07 (also 1x05)
23. Racing Cap - Tan leather driving cap with metal guides at the sides to hold googles in place - 2x07
24. Leopard Print Cloche - Cream cloche with leopard spots, thin black ribbons holding cream and black feathers - 2x08
25. Maroon Day Hat - Deep pink felt hat with a pom-pom decoration of colorful modern and antique feathers - 2x08
26. Hollywood Felt - Chartreuse felt hat with pink velvet hat band, pink and black feather detail and bronze leaf - 2x09
27. Golden Girl Headpiece - Antique metal leaf with diamantes and black feathers - 2x09
28. Blue Feather Cloche - 1960's navy felt hat modified into a cloche, with 1920's feather band added - 2x09
29. Director's Hat - Green felt fedora with a matching hatband - 2x09
30. Vineyard Hat - Hat quality felt with green and black antique feathers with a black hatband and crystal button - 2x10
31. Radio Station Hat - Pink felt hat with brown hatband and a variety of colored feathers - 2x11
32. Green Velvet Hood - Green velvet hat with green silk organza insert - 2x11
33. Butterfly Hair Slide - Jeweled hair slide with a butterfly shape in the center and two loops extending to either side - 2x11
34. White Cloche with Grey Swirl - White felt cloche with icy grey velvet swirls - 2x12
35. Dr. Zhivago Fur Hat - White faux fur circular hat with felt insert - 2x13, 2x13
36. Christmas Party Headband - Dyed orange and black feathers with a 'nest' and small egg-like bead inside - 2x13
Hat and headpiece photos from the official Pinterest, official Facebook, Screencapped.net, Alekino Plus (now defunct) and various sources (x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x).
#hat recap#season two#miss fisher's murder mysteries#mfmm#phryne fisher#phryne fisher's frocks#hat photos
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hii I was wondering what you think of Shiera Seastar's fashion + hairstyle? I feel like she was the fashion icon of her day so I'm curious what you think 💙
Shiera was very fond of wearing the type of hairstyles her mother was known for. Loose curls framing her face, complex twists braids and curls snaking around the top of her head, and beautiful long hair flowing down her back. Though it might have been a bit “neater” and smoother than her mothers was, due to Westerosi influence. She enjoys fine metalwork headbands and crowns with long veils, as well as pearls and stones to painstakingly place in her hair to make it shine
Her clothing style is undoubtedly also influenced by her mother, however it takes on a slightly more modest noble and put together look, as she is being raised at the court of the king. She has a variety of colorful stolas, shifts, and gowns all made from the most well made silks linens and cottons money can buy. Her dresses frequently are tightened just under the bust with a brilliant metal belt, and her fingers, neck, wrists, and ears are always adorned in impossibly finely crafted jewelry
#asoiaf#asoiaf hair and clothing#I was thinking that while sereni was more of a Greek influence Sheira was a Roman type#with more variety in clothing
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More on the cultural inspiration stuff George never elaborated on: imagine the HAIRSTYLES bro. The women from the south wear it in all these pretty intricate braided styles which depend on whether you’re married or not. And some of them veil but with pretty gauzy fabrics bc it’s too hot for anything else. Just basically renaissance italians
The northerners also wear braids but they’re much more simple for practicality. But maybe they weave rings and metal clasps in for decoration or social status! Lots of thick and pretty embroidered veils for the winter time
The riverland girls like to weave ribbons and twine and flowers in their hair that they picked from the nearby rivers :) Stormland girls do tight braided updos because it’s always raining. Ladies from the reach love love love to have curls and pile them in a bunch of diff ways on top of their heads
AND IN ESSOS all the free city artisans make lovely metal hairnets and headbands for the women that are the latest fashion trends. The Dothraki women wear tied up elaborate twists instead of braids bc I don’t understand why they all have to have ratty hair. Qarth women like to slick I’d down with oil and place pretty stones in their updos
There is just so much variety and don’t get me started on the clothes themselves. ASOIAF should’ve just been written by a teenage girl
i LOVE the stupid escoffions and hennins i love the cones and horns and ribbons i think southern women would wear them. since the faith is fantasy catholic and sexist i like the idea of modesty being a tenant in their mysterious holy texts grrm hasn't deigned to feature, so covering hair is important but the nobles aren't gonna stop being slay and fashionable so they have this huge cone hats with silk and ribbons... gable hoods for more religious areas like the river lands perhaps
for unmarried/prepubescant girls though i LOVE braids i love braiding ribbons and flowers into hair esp in the riverlands and the reach. i love then cultures have a tradition of keeping hair long and having long braids i think the vale or the westerlands could do that, we see rohanne webber do it.
also yes yes yes on updos for the stormlands!! kind of like yulia tymoshenko the former ukrainian prime minster if you've ever seen her, maybe even more elaborate!!
people talk about like 'what if asoiaf was written by a woman' hopefully she'd have indulged my fixation on historical hair and fashion
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Get Back Hachi’s Memories! CH1
Notice!!
"Tonight, I'll come to take the diamond 'The Monster's Heart' from the Harmony Theater's performance of the play 'The Tragic Monster'!
Phantom Thief Joker"
<1> Getting Along (?)
A round moon hung in the night sky. The silence of the night was broken by a loud yell which rang through the living room of the airship Sky Joker.
"I'VE HAD IT! I won't forgive you for this, EVER!"
The yell came from a boy of short stature. An aqua-colored hood covered his head, and the ninja outfit he wore was of a similar aqua color. Below his shiny metal headband were two round, shiny yellow eyes. Yet those cute round eyes were presently filled with flames of rage.
"Enough! You've absolutely crossed the line this time! Please apologize, Joker-san!" The boy pointed emphatically at a young man in a red suit.
Tufts of silver hair spiked out from under his azure silk hat, and his cool cobalt eyes sparkled. Atop his red suit, blue dress shirt, and yellow tie ensemble, a brilliant letter "J" shone on his lapel. The young man's name: Phantom Thief Joker!
Joker flapped the purple cape that hung off his back and, raising his gloved hands up to shoulder height, jeered at the ninja boy in front of him.
"Nooooo way! There's absolutely no chance I'm gonna apologize to you, Hachi!"
"Why not!? It was your fault, Joker-san!"
The boy called Hachi kept a hostile tone as he glared at Joker. Hachi was Joker's assistant in phantom thieving and was a descendant of the Fuuma ninjas.
"Hmph, it wasn't just me though! Besides, why have I always gotta apologize to you anyway!?"
"Excuse me!? It's because you always do things that merit an apology in the first place, Joker-san!"
"I'm sick of bowing my head to you all the time. Oh, I've got it! I'll apologize for everything at once at the end of the year, so just let me off the hook 'till then."
Joker's suggestion only added fuel to the fire of Hachi's anger. "HAAAAAAAAH!? That doesn't make any sense! I just want you to apologize for what happened today! And you're not being repentant about it at all, either!"
"Then I'll come up with some repentance at the end of the year too."
"'Come up' with it!? You really don't feel guilty at all, do you!? There's no point in receiving an apology if you're going to be like that!"
"There, see what I mean? Then there's no point in me apologizing now."
"ARRRRGH! You're constantly twisting my words like that... Joker-san, you have no empathy for other people whatsoever!"
"Yeah I do. At least, I can tell that you're angry. I just think that there's no reason for you to be that angry."
"Joker-san, that's not a good excuse! One day you're going to regret hurting people's feelings like that!"
"No I won't."
"No! You're definitely going to regret it one day!"
Hachi kicked and swayed his legs and arms as he argued. In front of him, Joker just scratched his own cheek with a weary expression.
"Sheesh... would you give it a rest already? It's almost time to get to work... If you keep whining at me, I won't bring you along."
"Mrrgh... I'm not going!" said Hachi, puffing up his cheeks and turning around. Then he picked up the round green creature which had been watching the argument.
"Hosshi, have some konpeito." He opened up a jar filled with candy and gave it some. Hosshi was Joker and Hachi's pet.
"Hosshi♪" Hosshi seemed to have no interest in the argument. With an adorable smile, it started to chow down on the konpeito which Hosshi had offered.
With a stunned look, Joker asked Hachi, "What? You're not tagging along to my job?"
"I'm not going! Do whatever!"
"Oh, so that's how it is."
"Go ahead by yourself and get yourself into some awful mess! Don't come crying to me—" Hachi turned around, only to find that Joker had vanished. "Huh...? Joker-san?"
Hachi looked all around. Then he heard Joker's voice from the transmitter in the living room.
"Then I'm headed off on my own!"
"Wha-!?" Shocked, Hachi looked out the window. There, against the darkness of night, Joker was holding a large balloon overhead and floating in midair.
"Heh heh, looks like it'll be smooth sailing tonight! 'Cause there's nothing weighing me down!" Joker taunted with a devilish smile on his face, then began his gentle descent downward.
As Joker shrank into the distance, Hachi puffed up his cheeks and squeezed Hosshi tight.
"H-Hosshi!" Hosshi squirmed around in discomfort.
Hachi yelled out at the top of his lungs. "FINE, BE THAT WAY!"
Joker lightly descended through the cold night air. The "Balloon Gum" which he was hanging onto was one of his phantom thief tools. When chewed, it would fill with a gas lighter than air and form a bubble just like gum. If held up high, this bubble could float up carrying the weight of one person or so. It was an essential tool for approaching a treasure's hiding place by air.
Yes, Joker was about to steal a certain treasure. Usually he'd be filled with excitement before a job, but this time he was annoyed.
"Tch, what's Hachi's problem!?"
Joker had acted carefree earlier, but to tell the truth, he was angry inside. The reason for this was, naturally, the argument they'd had.
It all started about an hour ago.
Joker had just cleared Stage 7 of the recently-released video game Big Brawl Battle Smasher 3 after an all-night session and proceeded to knock out cold. He woke up again after noon and, still bleary, wobbled into the living room. He rubbed his eyes and made his way to the table set for lunch, when suddenly he caught sight of "Stage 8" on the console screen and couldn't tear his gaze away. Even stepping away for a little while meant that he might be missing out on something. The first few days after a game's launch were crucial. He couldn't risk getting spoiled during the hype.
"Joker-san, at least put the game away during meals, please," reproached Hachi as he prepared more side dishes to go with the omelette rice.
"Oh quiet, I'm at a good part."
"Geez... I put all the effort into making this and now it's going cold. Is there anything else you want to eat?"
"No, I'm good. Could you stop bothering me?"
"Good grief..." Hachi wearily sat down and quietly started to eat his lunch. Next to the table, Hosshi eagerly munched its konpeito just as quietly.
His eyes still glued to the screen, Joker finally reached out to grab his spoon... over five minutes later. His omelette rice had already cooled off.
"Hm... ah, there's an item over here too..."
Deftly using his left hand to continue playing, he lifted a spoonful to his lips. He mechanically deposited the sustenance into his mouth. It was obvious that he hadn't registered the taste at all. Seeing this, Hachi sighed.
Then Joker seemed to realize something and abruptly said, "Hachi, soy sauce."
"Soy sauce?"
Looking again, Joker had a deep-fried fillet left over from last night's dinner held with his chopsticks. The soy sauce dispenser in front of him was empty. Apparently it had just run out.
"Joker-san, I thought you liked worcestershire sauce with your fillets?"
"I'm in the mood for soy sauce right now. Hurry it up."
Predictably, Hachi was offended by this attitude. "No. If you want soy sauce, please get it yourself."
Hearing this, Joker took his eyes off the screen and scowled at Hachi. When he saw that Hachi was ignoring him and eating his own food, he threw out a "Hmph. You're mean." Then he stood up, game console still in hand.
"Sheesh, where is it..." Glancing back at his game regularly, he opened up each of the cupboards in turn and at last found a soy sauce dispenser on an upper shelf. "Finally, there it is."
Joker set the game down to the side and stretched on his toes to get the dispenser. Just as his hand touched the dispenser way in the back...
A ding came from the console. It was an alert that let him know he'd found a new item.
"Oh, a new item!"
Prize in hand, Joker got off his toes too quickly and the dispenser brushed up against something. A moment later, there was a loud CRASH! of something smashing against the ground right where he was standing. He looked down and saw that that "something" was a small wooden box. The box had been hit by the dispenser and fell down. Whatever was inside had been broken.
"Oh, oops..." Joker stared at the box with a guilty look. Hearing the noise, Hachi and Hosshi ran in.
"Hosshi?"
"What was that sound!? ...AAAAAAAAH!" When he caught sight of the wooden box, Hachi rushed over to pick it up. The rattle of broken pieces came from inside. Hachi gently opened the lid to reveal the shattered pieces of some kind of tableware. It was a light brown color, and judging by the size, it had probably been a cup. It looked like it had something written on it, but the shattered pieces were small enough that deciphering the words would be difficult.
"Aaah..." Hachi was crestfallen. He picked up the shards with his small hands and sighed deeply. His shoulders dropped with disappointment.
Beside him, Joker blithely said, "Sorry about that! It got nudged."
"Uuhrm..."
"I was trying to get the soy sauce, but then I got a new item, and when I pulled the dispenser out, the box must've gotten pulled along with it."
"......" Hachi didn't seem to hear. He just stared at the shards inside the box.
"But it's not totally my fault, y'know?"
"Huh...?" These unexpected words from Joker made Hachi turn around.
"'Cause that was a pretty dumb place for you to put the soy sauce in the first place, yeah? And if whatever that is is that important, then you shouldn't've put it so high up. No wonder it fell."
"What...? You mean it's my fault for putting them there?" Hachi asked back, hardly believing his ears.
"Not exactly, but I'm just saying it wasn't just my fault. Oh, another new item!" The game console had dinged again. Eyes glued to the screen, Joker started back for the living room.
"Ah, bring the soy sauce, would you?" Joker didn't even spare a glance as he moved away.
Hachi screamed at him. "JOKER-SAN!"
"? ..." Joker stopped in his tracks and turned around to see Hachi standing in the middle of the kitchen with his hands on his hips and a terrible fire in his eyes.
"Say you're sorry!"
His menacing stance was enough to startle Joker. "Eh...? I already did, right? I told you 'sorry'."
"That's not good enough! Please give me a genuine apology!"
"Huh? Whaddaya mean?" Something about Hachi's forceful tone set Joker off too. "I said it. And it's not entirely my fault. Don't get so up in arms over a crummy old teacup."
"Wha... Excuse me? What is with your attitude!? Say you're sorry! I'll have you know that teacup meant a lot to me!"
"Well, I can pay you back for it right away. I could steal you an even better one sometime if you prefer." Joker tried to grin at Hachi.
"That's not the issue! You broke something important to me, so it's only polite to give a proper apology first! Or is even that beyond you?"
"Say what? Don't talk to me about politeness. Anyway, I'm busy. Save it for later," said Joker, switching his attention back to his game and walking towards the living room. Hachi ran after him and cut him off, blocking his way.
"Apologize!"
"Sheesh, you're stubborn. Will you drop it already?"
"No, I won't!"
"Ohhh, fine. 'I'm sorry.' Does that work?"
Joker's patronizing tone made Hachi boil over with anger. He wrenched the game console out of Joker's hands and hurled it at the living room sofa.
"Are you crazy!?"
"I'VE HAD IT! I won't forgive you for this, EVER!" Hachi yelled, louder than he had ever heard him before...
That was what had led to the current situation.
As he observed the neon lights of the city sprawled out below, Joker clicked his tongue. Okay, maybe it was my fault a little, but he didn't need to get so angry about it...
Well...... maybe I was a little too caught up in my game...
This wasn't the first time that Hachi had nagged at him. Usually he was so uptight about the smallest things that Joker just backtalked on impulse. Maybe the pent-up frustration from all those times had made Hachi stand his ground and speak up this time. And that made the blood rush to Joker's head too.
It had devolved into a back-and-forth after that. Joker had ended up raising his voice too and was now stubbornly determined to not apologize.
In retrospect, maybe he was to blame for everything after all. He could turn back and go apologize, but he just wasn't feeling up to it right now...
"Well, whatever. Hachi'll be in a better mood if I have a good story to tell when I get back," Joker said out loud to himself. Then he twisted around and leaned his body in to descend. Up ahead was the Harmony Theater, the recipient of his latest notice, illuminated with dazzling spotlights as tonight's audience was admitted inside.
...But this time, Joker should have called it off. If he had gone back immediately and apologized to Hachi, disaster wouldn't have struck. At this moment, Joker had no idea that something terrible had just happened to Hachi back at the airship...
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Keep Me in Your Thoughts (44)
"Mother, must we wear this? It itches." Aeron whine messing with his collar of fine clothing all the way from Myr, rhaelle give her son a look going over to him to swat at his hands and fixing his collar.
"It's a wedding, aeron. Your suppose to look proper and nice even if it's uncomfortable." Rhaelle says moving to dust off some dirt from her son's shoulders just as Corwyn and Valaena walk in.
"I agree with aeron, mother. Must I wear such a revealing dress," Rhaelle turn away from her son as he fidget in his clothing, a small gasp left rhaelle's lips as she sees her daughter in a black gown.
"Oh, my sweet water nymph, you look gorgeous." Rhaelle walk over to her daughter and look her over, she back up to see valaena staring at her with a look of discomfort.
"Thank you, mama. But, couldn't you find something more me." Valaena look down at her gown with the wide v slit showing off her cleavage, the young princess move her arms to hug her stomach, "...I think it's too much."
"If you want to change, you can always try the golden dress I had made for you," a look of distaste painted valaena's features at the thought of the other gown making her shake her head slowly.
"I'll just keep what I have on." Rhaelle hum happy before looking over at Corwyn as he twist his ring on his pinky finger.
"Everything alright, Corwyn." Rhaelle glance over at her son as she fix the gold headband on her daughter's head.
Corwyn looks over at his mother with a dull look before back at his hand, "Yes, everything is fine...mother," Rhaelle look over at her son with a small smirk, after they talk about sneaking out of the castle and not telling her, rhaelle had a few choice words with her son making him change his tone with her rather quickly.
Maybe corlys was right about one thing for once, she thought.
"Don't look so glum, Corwyn. Once Valaena and I wedding comes you can wear whatever you want." Valaena scoff at her older brother, he still thinks he has a chance with her, she shook her head as she twist her ring that her mother had made for all her children on her thumb.
"Really? Can I that nice green robe that father gave to me." Corwyn ask making Aeron laugh.
"Gods, no. You think I want such a ugly color at my wedding, please." He chuckle slapping his brother on the back making Corwyn sneer at him.
"You didn't seem bother by the color, when that whore from The Siren was dancing for you in all green silk just a few days ago." Rhaelle shook her head while she fix her gown, she listen to her sons banter before drawing her attention to the door to the throne room opening.
Baelor and Marra walk in with knights following behind them, rhaelle smile at her son and his friend, rhaelle take her son in as he makes his way towards her. He gotten a bit tall, and he just ten years old, rhaelle gives baelor a look as she starts thinking how time has passby since baelor was a baby.
"You look beautiful, mother." Baelor says coming to stop in front of rhaelle making her put her hand on her cheek bashful.
"Aw, thank you, my sweet prince. I hope you do not hold no ill will towards me for keeping you here." She said reaching up to mess with his white hair making him move his head away from her.
"Of course not, I should be thanking you actually, you spare me and marra from a long night of boring talks and looking like corwyn." Corwyn look over at his younger brother with a mock look before turning to his mother with a annoy expression.
"Why must we endure an unbearable evening with these people who don't even like us while he stays home and do nothing, it is his sister's wedding." Rhaelle look at corwyn as she had her arm around baelor's shoulder.
"He is young, Corwyn. He shouldn't be surrounded by drunk men all night, and besides I have a feeling this little celebration will end with tables being push back and chairs being hailed across the room. So, " Rhaelle pull away from her son and lean down to kiss his head.
Daemon walk into the throne room in his black vest while wearing a long red tunic being covered by it, he had black trouser on with black boots. He had his short hair slick back, daemon glance at rhaelle as she look at him still by baelor's side. It been a while since rhaelle and daemon seen each other since rhaelle came forth and told daemon that she knew about him and rhaenyra as well as remembering the kiss with viserys, it didn't go the way both of them wanted it to go.
"I can't believe you remember and didn't tell me," Daemon says walking across the room to his dresser that he shares with rhaelle.
"I wanted us to forget it, and move on from it." Daemon slam the drawers after he pull out a tunic to wear.
"As if that was going to work, two months of tension and it all could have been avoided if you just talk to me." Rhaelle scoff.
"Like you talk to me about what you did with rhaenyra?" Daemon stop midway unbuttoning his vest, he look at rhaelle with guilt.
"I was...going to tell you," rhaelle gave him a look, "...eventually," he says making rhaelle roll her eyes.
"Listen! I was drunk and angry at viserys, I didn't do it to hurt you." he toss his vest along with his dark tunic onto dirty clothes next to his chest.
"I know you didn't, and I'm not angry–" she sigh.
"No you just don't trust me anymore," he turns to her making rhaelle give him a look of sadness, "I see how you look at me, watching me as if at any moment I'll do something heinous to give you a reason to hate me." Rhaelle look at him taken back.
"Daemon, I'm sorry that I made you feel that way. I just..." rhaelle rub the back of her hand with her cheek, "...I just been in my head a lot these days, and I need a little reassurance, that's all."
Daemon look at her for a moment before walking over to where she stood, rhaelle watch with hopeful eyes as he grasp her cheeks in both of his hands. He lean his forehead against rhaelle as he talks.
"I love you more than life, I'll burn down every village in your name just to see you happy. I'll pluck a star from the sky and give it to you just to see you smile, there no one else I want to be with but you, you have my heart, always have and always will." Rhaelle blink away the mist in her eyes as she smile up at daemon, he smile at her as his thumb graze her cheek before he kiss her nose.
"Now, tell me you love me..." she nodded her head as she told him how much she love him, "...tell me there's no one else." He whisper.
"There's no one else, you are the only one." He peck her lips.
"Tell me your mine." He peck her lips again.
"I am yours...all yours, daemon...always." Daemon had his arm around her in his hold as he kisses her, "I'll always be yours." She mutter against his lips.
"Tell me there's no doubt in your heart, tell me your not only marrying me because you carry my child." Daemon's lips press against rhaelle's lips, chin, jaw, and neck before he look back at her.
Rhaelle hesitated, she loves daemon and the babe that is growing in her stomach is partly why she is still going to marry daemon. That's not bad, right?, she thought, and she can't lie to him but if he knew that her heart held a bit of doubt about their courtship he will be destroyed.
"I knew it." Daemon pull away making rhaelle look at him warily.
"Daemon–"
"What do I have to prove to show you that I am not the same man from a year ago," rhaelle shook her head as she step forward making daemon take a step back.
"Daemon, it is not you...it is me, I can't help but be heedful."
"Why because of what your mother said, you know I will never touch valaena." Rhaelle gave daemon a look.
"I know that, but what about the others." She hmm making him frown, "What if one day we get into another argument like this one and you go off and fuck some whore out of spite or because you were too drunk to have a real conversation with me, I'm just trying to...protect myself from getting hurt again. Is that so bad." She ask looking at him hopeless, she saw his jaw clench and his eyes grow upset and distance.
"If you have to protect yourself from me, than yes my dear, that is bad, because all I ever done is shown how much i changed for you and you can't even try to give me the benefit of the doubt." He hiss moving around her making her follow.
"Where are you going," she ask watching him put his boots back on.
"Back to my own chamber," he go to the door and open it before he looks at her, "If you can't trust me with your heart than maybe we should sleep in different beds...keep our distance, until you can trust me again." Rhaelle call out daemon name as he shut the door behind him, she bite her bottom moving her hand to cup her cheek feeling her eyes burn.
Rhaelle look away from Daemon as he made his way to her and the children.
"Are we ready to get this over with?" He ask, making the triplets nod her their head with a look of discomfort and disdain.
Rhaelle look to her youngest again, "We be back st midnight, i hope for your sake you be in bed by then." She says grasp his grasp with her hand and leaning forward to kiss his cheek.
"We will, mother." Rhaelle smile and look at Marra.
"Oh, I know you will because I have my favorite knight in thr making watching over you," she grins making Marra smile widely as she twist in her spot.
"I'll do my best, my queen." Rhaelle pinch Marra's cheeks.
"I know you will, my sweet flower." Rhaelle pull away before brushing Marra's kinky ginger hair behind her ear before pulling back and look at the others.
"We should get going, I will like to hurry this along and come back home," The triplets move to leave with marra and baelor following after them.
Daemon stood by her side without her noticing making her give him a side eye.
"Daemon." She acknowledge.
"My love." He said back.
They stood quiet for a moment, rhaelle turn her head slightly as she glance down at daemon's finger graze the back of her hand. She move her finger to touch his own before he hook his finger with her own, making a small smile appear on her lips.
"I miss you...we both have." She said with a small smile as her other hand went to her stomach, she heard daemon let out a low chuckle as he move to stand in front of her and put his other hand over hers.
"I miss you too, both of you." He lean down so his face could be near the corset that hide her baby bump, she gaze at daemon as he spoke a few words of valyrian to the baby.
"I'm sorry, daemon." Daemon look up at her, as she touch his neck feeling the scar beneath her palm, "I never meant to hurt you, I have realize I allow my fears to get the best of me, I do trust you." Daemon sigh standing up straight his hands never leaving rhaelles'.
"You weren't the only one at fault here, rhaelle. I was..." rhaelle brows pinch together, "...being childish I didn't allow myself to think about how you were feeling, truely feeling."
"I am the reason you can't trust me, I made a stupid mistake that cause me to hurt you and you have every right to continue to have doubt in me..." Rhaelle frown, "...I can't see the future, maybe I hurt you again or maybe you hurt me, but what I do know is that I will always choose you, even if you hurt me twice as much I will always choose you. There is no woman in the world that could make me feel the way you do."
Rhaelle smile at daemon before leaning her head against his own, making daemon wrap his arms around her wasit.
"Just like there is no men in this world that could make me so happy like you," she whispered, daemon press a kiss to her temple.
"Promise me. Nothing will break us apart." Daemon said low for her to hear.
"I promise."
@beggarsnotchoosey @cleverzonkwombatsludge @avidreader73 @green-lxght @spderm4nnnn @supermassiveblackhope @watercolorskyy @stargaryenx
#daemon targaryen x reader#daemon targeryen x reader#daemon targaryen smut#daemon targaryen x y/n#daemon targaryen x oc#daemon x y/n#daemon x oc#daemon x you#daemon x reader#daemon x fem!reader#daemon targaryen imagine#daemon smut#daemon targaryen fanfic#daemon targaryen x female reader#daemon targaryen x black!reader#blackoc#black reader#x black reader#black oc#black!reader#xblack!reader#x black fem reader#x black!reader#hotd x reader#hotd oc#hotd fanfic#hotd imagine#hotd x you
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hair care!
“If my hair looks good, I can deal with anything.”
wandbox
wide brush combs, detangle brush
silk stain bonnets, caps, headbands, scrunches etc!
“Be gentle with your hair! The myth where thick hair is impossible to be gentle with us stupid! LOVE your type 4 hair, curls, and length.”
Bobby pins
Beads
Ribbons
Cute hair clips
Bandanas
Jewelry
Protective styles!
braids! braids! braids!
My top 3 styles personally!
scalp braids aka corn rows
twists (look so gorg when you untwist them).
Braids! (I love knotless but I only get them occasionally, box braids are go 2!
HAIRCARE!!
Pre shampooing to detangle easier, also separating hair into sections could help.
1. Find a hair regimen!
2. LCO (liquid,cream,oil) LOC (liquid,oil,cream)
3. Find out your hair porosity , LOW MED HIGH!
4. HAIRCARE products ( now it depends what you know for your hair! It takes time to figure it out. Everyone is different!
Shampoos and conditioners with no parabens, sulfates, alcohol or any harsh chemicals that could dry out your hair!
5. Take care of your hair how you would take care of your phone, computer, pet!
remember to be consistent, you might have bad hair days or good ones! Just love and cherish your crown because at the end of the day it’s on your head.
THE FUN PART!!
I love love love doing my edges and doing cute little swirls and swooshes ૮꒰⸝⸝> ̫ <⸝⸝꒱ა
1. Get a edge control that suits your hair, as someone who is prone to breakout near my forehead! Get an unscented edge control that’s a thick consistency
2. Edge brush! Practice using it and I promise it’ll get easier and easier!
3. Life hack! I wash mine with a little water after letting the gel dry! (It doesn’t turn white or lift.
AND LASTLY OILS, GREASE AND HAIR-MASKS!
You can find any diy mask from literally anywhere!
Oiling your scalp every other day is good just don’t over oil!
Tops oils!
1. Rosemary
2. Coconut
3. Black castor
Top greases
1. Sulfur medicated grease
2. Blue magic
3. Doo gro
4. Wild growth
Natural coconut oil I love because of it’s many benefits. These are my favs but you can find whatever works for you!
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Into the Lupo-verse
First row: We got our boy, the OG 14 yr old Lupo with his default look. All the other variants to the right of him are essentially how he looks when he’s older. Like 16-20+. He sports various twist hairstyles and some piercings that resemble a lot like Hazel’s. I don’t see him wearing other hair accessories other than his headband unless it’s for specific occasions
Second row: Third Eye Lupo AU w/ and w/o headband. Lupo's headband here has an eye pattern. Some say it's redundant......anyways the others next to them are older Lupo in this AU that also wear twists and piercings. I would say he doesn't really have twists cover his forehead on the account of the eye situation
Third row: We got Mercenary 23 Lupo, 23 for short. Has a much shorter and jagged hairstyle compared to the rest. He also has the Ryoma scarf because I love that scarf, it defies the laws of gravity. He sadly has a lil scar on his lip 😔. On the last end to the very right is Bad Timeline Lupo. Pretty much looks the same as OG, it’s just he doesn’t change his hair all too much when gets older. Just gets the one twist on the left side. He also doesn’t get piercings, he usually wears the scouter anyways. BT Lupo tends to share the same eye shape as 16 yr old Yamcha, mainly because he is very tired. His headband is a lot longer than the others too. Also I didn’t feel like drawing it but this Lupo has a mechanical arm……on the center we have The Aether. Very fancy guy that has his carnival themed mask. His headband has two large feather accessories placed on either side, and on the center is a lotus shaped pendant. He has a sparkly transparent silk scarf floating around him too. Very appropriate for a god, how’d he get up there?
And that’s about all the variants I can’t think of aside from 1 I’m not sharing
#my art#oc#Lupo#dragon ball#sorry al#emerald#Yamcha#tien shinhan#ryoma nagare#hazel#Lupo sure gets put into situations#mean to him#sure I’ll share this he’s too cute to not share
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Experiments with Mohair + FO: Friends Ear Warmer
Good Morning, Crafters!
In my fiber crafts learning journey this week, I made my first finished object using a merino wool, held together with mohair. It seems that crafters are either a fan of mohair or dislike mohair, and I haven't seen anyone in between. So I figured it was time to figure out where I stood in this equation.
A couple of months ago I picked up some colorways in the relatively new Hobbii "Friends" Collection, the idea behind this product line being that you can mix and match the exact colorways across multiple fibers and weights. I think this is an excellent idea to create a line with varied, but reliable colors, and very well has the potential to be a staple when wanting to use a base of solids. There's cottons, kid silk, wool, a cotton and acrylic blend, and extra fine merino for all your fiber fun needs.
As I mentioned, I chose the extra fine merino and kid silk (79) - it will be the same across all fibers, which is also a nice feature and makes my organized brain all happy - also known as "Open Sea."
Find the yarn here: Kid Silk, Extra Fine Merino
Find the Friends Collection Here.
With kid silk, I am getting not the pure experience of mohair, as it actually is a blend with 72% Mohair, 25% Silk, 3% Wool. I don't have a comparison, but I can tell you the silk probably gives it a bit of shimmer and possibly softens the yarn. But merino and mohair from what I've read both tend to be considered soft wools, and are not the experience one might think of. If you are thinking of the scratchy stuff, these are not it. I can attest they feel like clouds, so I think they would be good for those with sensitive skin. As long as you are not allergic to the fiber, which can happen too.
With my yarns delivered, I first wanted to go about exploring the difference in the color. There's always bound to be some variety based on the way the fibers are able to hold the dye (I am sure there is a scientific word for that), but I was surprised to see that not only was the color as I expected based on the colors on my computer screen, but also that they did match each other even closer than I expected. I also ordered a pink in the kid silk and cotton (37) or "Rosewood."
It was then time to start working up my skeins to see how they worked together, and to determine where I stood with these materials.
Since softness was key, I figured I should test it on a pattern close to the skin. I chose a headband pattern from Hobbii, that was designed for their Universe line, but is an easy one to adjust for different yarn weights and desired width. This is a crochet pattern, and will create a gorgeous texture with alternating post stitches.
You can find the FREE pattern here.
The first thing I realized - the mohair creates a GORGEOUS natural halo. And that I think is the first thing to recognize about your own aesthetic when deciding whether to give mohair a try. Halo is those errant strands of fiber around your work - sometimes occurring overtime with use - and in this case, added intentionally because it will change the look of your fabric, but also provide extra warmth and softness. I think an ear warmer was the perfect choice of project for these yarns, and in my case, I really enjoyed the slight nuance of the new fabric I was creating - the kid silk adding just a bit of light to the matte of the merino.
There's a downside - this was not a froggable project. When I was first beginning the headband, I wasn't happy initially with the width and wanted to pull everything back to make it smaller. When I went to frog, I only felt comfortable going back a row, worrying that I would break the strands if I tugged it harder. Since I only had the one skein each, I chose to keep going forward. I am glad I did, because the end result is just right with the twist sewn in.
You know - perfect - just as we are about to go into the warmth of Spring.
I'll keep it for winter. <3
In the end Mohair - would try again! I feel like there could be a definitely appeal to expand into more adventurous color combinations now that I've seen how the strands and colors work together. I can definitely see that rosewood color way with a different yarn that could completely transform the look. I get it, I definitely do.
**I am new to this fiber journey**
#finished object#Yarn review#hobbii#hobbiifriends#mohair#extra fine merino#crochet#yarnblr#crocheting#winter accessories#Gavii Makes Stuff
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Don't Stand So Close To Me - Part 8 - Cherry Bomb
Part 7 | Part 9 | Chapter list | Eddie Munson Fanfiction Masterlist
Warnings: Swearing, crude humour, romance, angst, bullying
Summary: Phil helps Lyra to stand up to her tormentors, through a novel method. Eddie gets Wayne's advice, and wrestles with his own thoughts
Word Count: 5.8K
Taglist: @silverrings-n-prettythings @aedicn
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"Soooo you aren't going to help me pick it out?" Lyra says, looking at Phil as she leaves the car, and he's still inside it.
"No, I will, I promise. I just need to grab a few things. We'll sort it all out in the morning, hen. James is taking my shift tonight, so I can help you out tomorrow." He gives her a thumbs up, which she reluctantly returns.
As his car rumbles back down the drive to the gate. Lyra heads inside changes her shoes, and heads upstairs, where a stack of accessories are waiting for their embellishments.
As she hand stitches her way through those, she looks over at the empty dress form in the middle of the room. It had been vacant for some time, with Eddie's outfit being stored at school for weeks, but it really felt empty this time. As in, it wasn't coming back here. That felt kind of bittersweet to Lyra.
Whilst the gift had made its way to the correct recipient, it wasn't hers anymore. She wasn't going to be able to walk in here and see it again, to sense it again.
She finishes Tinkerbell's headband and has an idea. She walks over to her fabric bin and wonders, plunging her hands into the depths for a while, pulling out materials and either putting them in a pile or putting them back.
She scoops up the small pile of scraps from the floor, holds them up to her face, and inhales. It almost knocks her dizzy as she does. She takes a bit of cotton and sews a quick drawer scent bag, pushing the leather and silk scraps inside. Then she rustles quickly in her purse and finds the note Eddie left for her in the tape, she wasn't entirely sure how a note could smell of a person, but it did. You know, short of someone putting something on the paper itself, but that was impossible. She also adds the note to the bag, ties it up, and puts it in her sewing drawer.
Sure this behaviour seemed like absolute lunacy, and she did feel crazy doing it, but honestly, as soon as she did it, she felt better. Nothing was lost. It was all right here.
Once lying in bed, Lyra thinks about what Phil had said, this was all normal, but she still felt her feelings around Eddie sometimes felt like they came from a twisted place.
She hadn't looked at him across a room and thought he was handsome. She had, however, thought he was kind for a long time, and in that respect, he had, as he annoyingly correctly pointed out, won her over for a while now.
But those urges that sprang into existence when he was close to her, especially just showing her something, worst of all, the copier this week. That wasn't a thing...was it? Was that something she could ask Phil about, or was that something downright freakish? Ah, another correct name on her locker she could add to the list.
She grabs for a pillow she's not lying on, snuggles up to it and drifts off to sleep.
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Eddie wasn't usually a morning person, but today he was. He wanted to speak to his uncle. He had to show him.
Eddie waits at the kitchen table nervously, apron on, cigarette in hand, breakfast ready to serve and a hot chocolate ready for his uncle, and a coffee pot freshly brewing for himself.
His right leg bounced nervously, though he wasn't entirely sure what he was nervous about. He knew he wanted Wayne's opinion on the situation and how he had reacted, but at the same time, something in him was afraid of what he might say. He might say he was reading too much into it, he might say yes, this is common knowledge in theatre, and she's just being nice, but Eddie had been awake most of the night creating timelines on his mental conspiracy board.
He hears the car pull up, frantically puts out his cigarette, and lights another immediately. Wayne tiptoes into the trailer only to be met with the scene next to him as he enters.
He looks at Eddie for a few seconds and then at the kitchen table, "Got something to tell me, boy?" Wayne asks hesitantly.
"No, I just wanted your opinion on something," Eddie says quickly. Wayne's shoulders relax, and he sits down at the table. Eddie holds the cigarette in his mouth, serves the food to his uncle, quickly unties his apron, and goes to fetch the outfit.
He hangs it on the fridge side, which rocks a little forward as the weight descends on it, and unzips the bag.
"What do you think about this?" Eddie says, gesturing at the outfit and standing back from it.
Wayne dabs his mouth and shakes his head. "I knew it! How much did this set ya back then?"
"It didn't cost a thing, I swear. It was free," Eddie says, begging for belief.
Wayne frowns and looks Eddie over, "Alright...let's say it was free. Who is goin' round giving away free leather jackets to a young man like you, huh?"
"The costume department did. Well, they didn't give it to me, exactly...but they did want me to have it." Eddie adds carefully.
"So the costume department of the show you are in made you a leather coat, and you want my opinion on that?" Wayne asks, a little weirded out.
Eddie nods quickly.
"Well, that all seem correct to me. It's your costume." Wayne goes back to his food, "Thanks for the food, son. It's delicious."
Eddie hops forward towards Wayne and takes away his fork, making Wayne look longingly at his food. "But it's not my outfit. It's a gift," Eddie adds, "and they weren't gonna give it to me, but I looked anyway, and it's all very me, don't you think. You know what, maybe it being in the bag isn't helping." Eddie puts Wayne's fork in the sink, runs off with the outfit to his bedroom, and gets dressed as quickly as possible.
When he first emerges from his room, Wayne is still frowning in confusion, but after a few looks over the whole ensemble and Eddie giving a few twirls, Wayne looks very impressed.
"Well, whoever made it certainly knows a fair bit. It suits ya mighty fine," Wayne says, walking around Eddie, taking in some of the closer details. Then, finally, Eddie invites him to touch the inside of the jacket. Wayne goes to wash his hands and then comes back to it, "Shit! Is that silk?"
"Vintage silk," Eddie says, hurriedly taking off the jacket to show him the embroidery inside. Wayne runs his hand along it.
"Hell of a craftsman made this", Wayne says.
"Indeed they did", Eddie agrees, nodding and watching Wayne marvel over the smaller details of the outfit.
"And you didn't commission this?" Wayne asks, and Eddie shakes his head.
"Who made it?" Wayne asks.
"Lyra did," Eddie says, hands on his hips, looking over the Jacket again.
"Wait...she whipped this up for you in a day? That's not even possible...." Wayne's words drift off, and Eddie nods at him encouragingly, but before Wayne can say anything more, Eddie is in full conspiracy mode.
"So this must have taken a long time to make. Also, factor in all the other costumes they've been making, too, so potentially months, right? But she was only nice to me the other day, ok. So that means, all this time, she was being snappy, she was just trying to create some distance because, I dunno, fear of gossip? But actually did value my friendship, right?" He finishes a little out of breath bundling everything back up and heading back to his room to switch clothes again.
He hurries back out, "So what do you think?"
Wayne looks at him with a smile, "I'd say this is a lovely thank you, Eddie."
"So you don't think it could be anything else, maybe, maybe not, right?" He says with bristling nervous energy.
Wayne hides his smile as he sips his hot chocolate, "It's a thank you. So cool your jets, alright?" He adds, trying not to laugh at Eddie.
"My jets are very cool, thank you! I was just wondering, is all. Don't want her getting the wrong end of the stick, you know," Eddie says, puffing on his cigarette and looking out the window.
"No, of course not. We wouldn't want that now, would we?" Wayne replies sarcastically, taking another sip of his hot chocolate.
It flies right over Eddie's head, "No, we wouldn't because I just wanna be friends, you know? Invite her to Hellfire, and then they'll leave her alone at school? She'll be safe with us."
"Of course, Eddie" Wayne adds trying his best not to laugh, but one slips out.
"No, nope, no way. She's not even my type, ok?" Eddie says, huffing and folding his arms, "I am capable of being kind without an ulterior motive, you know?"
Wayne smiles over to him, "Firstly, I've seen all manner of everything sneak in and out of this trailer, so this whole type business, is a joke. However, I do genuinely believe that you were just trying to be kind and tried to adopt her like one of your Hellfire bunch."
'Oh well, then, at least we see eye to eye on something. Besides if anything, which is nothing, by the way, she's made a grand gesture at me right? Not the other way around" Eddie is trying to pretend he's not waiting for Wayne's response.
Wayne finishes his last mouthful of food and lights up a cigarette, "If I were you, I'd just keep on being yourself. You're doin' well so far this week"
"Yeah, we're going to the mall later with Clara to get her some school clothes that are just more her, you know, so um, I'll probably eat out with them. Save yourself cooking for me."
Eddie adds, looking around the room. His leg bounces again.
"The girl that made that outfit needs help with clothes?" Wayne says, looking at Eddie like he's lying through his teeth.
"I think she just doesn't have normal clothes, like the ones other high school kids have. Me and Clara will just guide her to the stores, and she can piece things together herself. She just needs a little friendly encouragement," Eddie reasons whilst putting out his cigarette and picking up his bag.
"Clara's chaperoning, is she?" Wayne lets out a laugh into his hot chocolate.
Eddie wrinkles up his nose at Wayne. He knows he's pushing his buttons and waiting for him to lose it as he blinks over his mug at Eddie.
Eddie takes a deep breath, "You know what, no. You will not get a rise out of me today, old timer", as he heads to the door to leave, "Love you. Bye," Eddie says as he goes.
"Love you too, buddy", Wayne calls after him, "Have a LOVELY TIME AT THE MALL!!" Wayne adds with a mocking tone and laughs heartily.
Eddie gets in the van, rolls his eyes, playfully flips the bird at the trailer, and starts the journey to school.
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Lyra gets woken up early by a pounding on her bedroom door, "Miss Lyra", she hears Phil's voice and looks over at the clock.
05:00 AM it blinks back at her.
"Miss Lyra, you need to get up now!!" The urgency in Phil's voice makes Lyra rush around her room, getting dressed quickly and finally making it out of the door a few minutes later.
"What is it? Is everything ok??!" She asks anxiously as she looks at Phil, only to spot three other people she's never seen in her life.
A petite gentleman in what looked like cream silk pyjamas with short black cropped hair and a pencil-thin moustache. He is flanked by two of the most beautifully statuesque women Lyra has ever seen in her life, both with long bleached blonde hair wearing all black.
"This is my friend Gasparo and his assistants Serafina and Giuliana" Phil gestures at the trio, who are busy looking Lyra up and down.
"Nice to meet you all", she waves meekly at them.
"No, no, no!" Gasparo says, pinching the bridge of his nose, "Like this" he waves one of the ladies forward, who extends a limp hand towards Lyra, barely looking at her.
Lyra copies her, and Gasparo takes Lyra's hand in his, "Come", as he drags her down the hallway.
He pushes Lyra into a chair placed in front of the walk-in closet, and the women starts attacking her face and hair.
"Where is the Valentino Phillip?! I will not touch these imposters to get to it," Gasparo says almost in disgust as Phil walks quickly into the closet to help him, giving Lyra a thumbs up as he goes.
All Lyra can hear as her hair is scraped back into submission with a plethora of products and small clouds of makeup get pounded into her face is a series of no's coming from the closet from Gasparo until there is a few seconds of silence, and then "Accessories!"
Lyra gets dusted down, pulled out of her seat, and thrust in front of a mirror.
Her hair is slicked back into a perfect low bun, with a singular finger wave at the front that is neatly laid down on one side of her hairline. Her face looks like a photograph. Her eye makeup is a solid black, and the contour on her face is severe. Her lips are a bold cherry red. She hardly looks like herself at all. She looks like her mom.
For fun, she straightens her posture and sucks her cheeks a little but immediately gets tutted at by the twins, which is very eerie in stereo.
"Ready!" Gasparo shouts from the closet as Phil jogs out quickly, and Lyra is pushed into the closet, where Lyra is undressed and redressed.
Gasparo looks her over and claps his hands together, "Yes!" He approaches Lyra and holds her by the upper arms, "Philip tol me some bitches were giving you hard times. Well, today, Bambina, you gonna blow them away with both guns, pew, pew." He shoots his finger guns in the air.
"When Gasparo was a boy, they no like me either. Too much, Gasparo, they say. Well, I crush them under my designer heel and make a fan from my money. Today. You same. Let their jaws clean the floor."
He gives her an air kiss on either side of her face and waves the twins over to leave.
"Thank you all so much," Lyra says, suddenly finding it hard to breathe.
"Miss Lyra, ready to leave?" Phil says, extending the crook of his arm, and walks her downstairs and out to the car.
Once she's settled in her seat and Phil in his, he looks at her in the mirror, "I just want you to know, you are always beautiful, Miss Lyra. That is not what this is about. This is just a performance piece. Letting them know who they are actually dealing with."
"Thank you, Phil," Lyra smiles, "I don't really think I look like me anyway, more like Mom, to be honest."
Phil smiles back, "And that's who you need to channel today. Your Ma takes no nonsense from anyone"
Lyra looks in the mirror, makes a serious face and dips her hat brim over her eyes like her mom.
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Eddie pulls up in the school parking lot and waits for the bus to turn up. Little Kevin gets off, but no sign of Lyra. The other hellfire members congregate around his van as part of their customary morning ritual.
"Hey, anyone seen Lyra this morning?" Eddie asks, looking at each of them before looking around the parking lot.
"No. She wasn't even on the bus this morning, which was the worst because it's normally only her perfume that makes that death trap smell remotely tolerable," Kevin grimaces.
"Maybe she got a ride in from someone?" Clara suggests, pouring over her book.
"Who would give her a ride in?" Eddie asks quickly, making Clara raise her eyebrow at him. Eddie sees her expression and promptly takes out a cigarette and leans against the side of his van, "Like probably her mom or dad, right?" He says, lighting it and taking a drag, avoiding Clara's eyes.
"Yeah, probably..." Clara says suspiciously.
That's when Eddie hears a familiar guitar riff, and it is getting louder, he looks around his van, following the sounds of The Runaways Cherry Bomb, and his eyes meet the familiar black Chrysler, "Oh shit", he whispers to himself.
"What's wro-" Gareth starts to say, but Eddie's whole hand covers Gareth's face.
"Shush now, shush", he says quietly, not taking his eyes from the car, taking a drag on his cigarette.
He sees Phil emerge and strides around to the usual door. He notices Phil has his driver's hat on and, if possible, looks extra smart today.
"What are you look-" Jeff starts.
"SHUT UP!" Eddie snaps.
The first thing that emerges from the car is a red patent stiletto, followed by sheer black tights and the hem of a bright red dress. Phil's hand reaches in and is met with a black lace glove helping a woman out of the car. His brain says woman like it doesn't want to believe who it is.
Phil, the swine, obscures Eddie's line of sight for a few seconds. Then he catches an entire look, a vibrant red angular tight dress with a black patent belt around the middle that cinched her like a crude drawing of an hourglass. The shape was accentuated by the wide-shouldered black jacket hanging from her shoulders.
A pair of black rimless rectangle lens sunglasses shield her eyes above a bold red lip, and a wide-brim black hat sits on top of her precise hair.
Eddie has never seen anything like it with his own eyes in real life. A magazine or music video, maybe.
Then Phil whispers something to her, and she laughs, covering her mouth, and he knows it's her, and a vast grin threatens to emerge on his face, but he remembers who he's with, "Oh. It's just Lyra. Sorry about that, Gareth"
"Very funny. That! Is not Lyra" Gareth scoffs, "Why has she got someone driving her to school? She takes the bus!"
Eddie narrows his eyes at Gareth and smirks, "How much are you willing to bet?"
"$20!" Gareth exclaims confidently.
"I don't want your money, Gareth. It's too easy. How about your silence, for the entire day" Eddie says a little sinisterly.
"Sure, whatever!" Gareth scoffs, "but if you're wrong, I still want $20 and the number of whoever that is."
"Deal!" Eddie says with a big smile, "Now follow me, gentlemen and lady."
Eddie moves quickly ahead of the rest of them to cross Lyra's path before she gets to the door to open it, "Good morning, Lyra. May I?" He says, offering his arm.
"Eddie", she nods, offering a limp extended hand which he quickly puts his arm underneath and holds her fingers in his hand.
Eddie is used to eyes on him, even though that had virtually stopped happening because the other kids were just used to him. He had to put on a big show to get that kind of attention now.
However, right now, the attention Lyra was getting was like gold dust. He happily absorbed it as they walked down the hallway together. Occasionally, he would turn to Lyra, and he noticed she was returning the gaze of no one. She simply looked ahead, like no one around her existed.
"Your locker M'Lady," Eddie says, with a false smile as they approach it. It was still covered in insults that made Eddie so angry inside, he knew exactly who to blame, but he'd hurt them enough already. He looks over at Lyra, who, with these size heels on, almost matches his height, and to his surprise, she has a massive smile on her face.
She reaches into the clutch bag she has under her arm. "Would you mind?" She says, handing him over a camera.
"Not at all!" He says, taking the camera from her. He takes a few pictures of her in front of her locker as she strikes a few poses before returning it to her.
"Thanks," she says quietly, unlocking her locker and hitting it just like he'd shown her yesterday, so it pops open.
"Pleasure is all mine", Eddie adds, and he can't help but smile at her. She was so full of surprises. He wondered what else she was hiding.
"It's alright", she whispers, "we don't have to do the show all day, Eddie. That would be positively exhausting, right?"
"Yeah, but it's working", he replies like a ventriloquist, "It's only one day, right?"
"I guess, but honestly, I'm trussed up like a Turkey under here. Breathing is hard," she whispers back under her hat.
"Well, you don't look like any turkey I've ever seen. You look....hmmm" Eddie takes a step back, looks her over and leans in under her hat to whisper in her ear, "Expensive!" As he leans in, he smells a mixture of makeup, hairspray and perfume. Hidden under the hat's wide brim, he shuts his eyes for a second as it fills his senses.
He receives a playful shove in the centre of his chest, breaking him out of his moment. The feeling of the lace texture through his t-shirt is just a little too much to resist. This time, he presses himself against her hand for a moment. Then Eddie remembers he isn't alone with her this time. He's in the main school hallway and steps back.
He reaches into his jacket pocket, "So I have something for you" he pulls out their shared tape. Lyra goes to take it from him, and Eddie cannot resist a little mischief. He lets her latch on to the tape and then pulls it behind his head so her arm drapes over his shoulder. She was so close again now. She is only an inch away from being pressed up against him. Eddie feels an urge to close the gap, but he looks at her face. She looks disappointed.
"We talked about this, Eddie," she says quietly, playing it off with a false smile to passersby.
"Sorry, I just couldn't help it. A chance to make these scumbags jealous? I couldn't resist." He says, as he brings his arm back down and increases the distance between them.
Her smile returns, and unexpectedly to Eddie, his heart leaps, "Well, that is fair. You did help me clean the locker, I guess. Thank you for being understanding."
He taps the tape in her hand, "Yeah, so before you listen to, or read that, know that I wrote the note, and the song was recorded on it last night. I mean, it still stands, " he says, taking an inhale, putting his hands in his pockets and looking her over again, "just wanted you to know that"
Lyra looks at him, a little confused, "Ok? I guess...are you trying to be weirder than usual today? Is this a test to see if I still get mad with you?"
"Trying to? No. Succeeding? Yes. Talking of weird and mad things...GARETH!!" He screeches across the way, hoping that a change of focus might help him calm down.
Gareth rushes over, "As you can see, my friend, it is indeed Lyra. So you," Eddie pokes him on the tip of his nose, "lose. Ah, blissful silence from one of you, at least."
Gareth opens his mouth to complain, "Ah-ba-ba-bup, nope!" Eddie says as he puts his finger over Gareth's lips. Gareth frowns deeply and slumps back over to the rest of Hellfire.
Eddie turns back to Lyra, and his chest heaves on sight, he was not gonna get enough of this look she had going on today, and he was so happy past Eddie had selected the lyrics that he did, that fucking beautiful bastard.
"You should...er...probably do the whole tape thing before lunch. I mean, we could do it right now if you wanted?" He doesn't mean to, but he gives her the most enormous puppy dog eyes he can from under his hair that he is currently twisting around his finger, or at least attempts to.
Lyra lifts her head up, so the brim of her hat is high enough that he can see her eyes, and she takes off her sunglasses. Those intensely lined and shadowed eyes of hers practically devour his puppy dog eyes for breakfast. He feels the dopeyist smile grow on his face and quickly puts his hand to his cheeks. Running his thumb and fingers down his face to push that smile back from whence it came. It did not belong here. It was not smooth.
"We?" She says confused.
Back in the room, Eddie, come on! He coaches himself out of the feeling of being hypnotised by her.
"Or by yourself, you know, whatever" he shrugs like it's not a big deal, but he really wants to know what her first reaction is these, especially now. Sure he was excited about it yesterday, but today was different.
Lyra goes to open the case before she is rudely interrupted.
"Oh, wouldn't you look at this? It's the slut brigade in full effect today, I see," Tabatha's voice rings out.
Eddie turns to face Tabatha and goes to say something until he feels something take the air right out of his lungs. Lyra's arm has snaked its way around his waist and hooked her thumb into one of his belt loops.
Lyra slams her locker shut with her free hand, "Uh huh, Slut. That is what it says on the tin," she says with a smile, "Can I help you with anything, dear?" Tabatha follows the trail of Lyra's arm, and she intensifies the glare at her.
This is wild! Eddie is in absolute heaven right now. Two girls fighting over him. It would be funny if it wasn't so goddamn hot to him. The girl he had kind of been seeing was pretending she wasn't interested in him, and the girl he hadn't done anything with was physically staking a claim on him. This is like dream territory. Eddie keeps perfectly still to not interrupt anything that might unfold. Holy shit, would they physically fight? Jesus Christ, imagine if they did. Eddie has to think about Mrs O'Donnell intensely for a few seconds to simmer down.
"You can tell me where you got that laughable outfit from", Tabatha laughs at her own joke.
"Oh, this old thing, it's a couture Valentino outfit from Rome. I'm surprised you didn't know that." Then, Lyra says with a sarcastic smile, "Oh no, wait, you might not, right? Because it would involve taste, class, money, and you know ever thumbing through an issue of Vogue, and not your mommy's mail-order catalogue, right?"
Lyra removes her hand from around Eddie, and he swears he's never felt a difference in temperature so vast in his life. Lyra reaches into the purse under her arm and takes out a singular bill. She steps forward, looks Tabatha directly in the eye and pushes it into Adam's front trouser pocket, "Adam, Why don't you run along now with my friend Benny here and take your girl out to buy something from this season, so she can stop parading around here in her "I peaked in high school" uniform please?"
Eddie takes his eyes away from the death glare standoff for a second to check in with Adam, who is actually sweating and looking very uncomfortable. He catches Eddie looking at him, so Eddie grins and sends him a wink back, pushing Adam right over the edge.
"Tabs, let's get out of here, away from these...these...Demons" He tugs on Tabatha's arm to pull her away.
Lyra smiles wide, her eyes still ablaze locked with Tabatha's, "Now that one you neglected to add to the art piece you created on my locker. Would you like me to add it for you, or would you rather do it yourselves later? You know, because your lives are so lamentable, this is what you choose to do with your spare time?"
Lyra brushes down Tabatha's collar, then locks eyes with her again, and in a calm, soothing voice says, "You know if you didn't abstain, maybe you'd be just nicer people instead of taking out your blue balls on everyone else? Also, just know that I can do this every day. I could have done it every day since I got here, but I thought I'd give trash like you a fighting chance. I feel like I've made my point. And I'm happy to draw a line under this whole debacle, but try to pull any of that shit again, and I will crush you like a bug. So now, kindly and with the greatest respect, darling...fuck off!" Lyra adds, giving Tabatha an air kiss on each side of her face.
Outwardly Eddie is standing perfectly still, only looking at the scene in front of him. He has no idea how long he's been holding his breath for. Inside him, the control centre of his endocrine system is on fire, and everyone is running around with their hands flailing in the air.
Tabatha narrows her eyes and lets out a grunt of frustration as she follows Adam down the hallway. Lyra turns back to her locker and, under her breath, says, "Sorry about that, Eddie. I should have really asked if you wanted to play along first. I just panicked. Food at the mall is on me if you can forgive me, that is"
She looks over at him, and Eddie can see her apologetic expression. She actually means it. She's sorry for touching him without asking first. "Yeah, well, who could blame you?" He laughs it off to put her at ease.
Lyra rolls her eyes at him, "Anyway, I'm sorry all the same. I'll go check out the tape as soon as I can" she smiles and grabs an arm full of books and her folder because clearly, a backpack wasn't happening today.
It's not even that he minded, quite the opposite, in fact, but something about it made him feel different. He ran it around his head several times as he walked to class.
"What's on your mind?" Clara's voice interrupts his mental reruns.
"Oh, you know, same old shit, different day", he sighs.
"Don't you wanna talk about what just happened?" Clara asks in surprise
"Not really. Should I?" Eddie asks out of curiosity.
"You don't have to, but I don't really enjoy third wheeling it, Eddie. It's awkward as hell." Clara adds
"Oh...no...it's not like that...it was for show, to wind Tabatha up. Lyra just apologised for putting her arm around me," Eddie replies, laughing a little as he does.
"And the bit before that?" Clara asks patiently.
"Clara, nothing is going on between Lyra and me," Eddie says finally.
"Other than an elaborate outfit, a shared mixtape and touching one another in the halls. Yeah, sure as hell looks like nothing," Clara laughs.
"Honestly, Clara, It's like you don't even know me. The tape is not a mixtape. It is a communication device, which is fun and is working really well, by the way. It's a less confrontational way of dealing with big feelings, and I knew she was struggling here, but she wouldn't let me help." Eddie says expressively, waving his hands around, finally landing in a shrug,
" Look, at the end of the day, I'm just a man, and she looks hot today. All of that outfit was figuratively flipping the bird to the bullies, which was kind of my idea, by the way. So did I maybe get a little carried away? Sure, but she doesn't look like that every day. That's not who she is, right?" he says, looking at Clara, trying to catch her eyes, as he tilts his head at her. "The coat, I can't speak on for sure, but I believe it's a thank you, and dunno, who could blame her if she did have a little crush on me, right? If I knew me, I'd have a crush on me too." He claps his hands together, "but here is the important bit, it is not reciprocated. Ok?"
Clara takes a juice box from her bag, punctures it and takes a sip, "It's not my business, really. I'm just letting you know how it looks. And speaking frankly, as your friend, you could do and have done a whole lot worse."
Eddie didn't like people judging him, but he knew Clara well enough to realise this was coming from a place of love. She'd made it no secret yesterday how much he meant to her. If it had been anyone else, he might have even thought an infatuation was developing, but he already knew that was impossible. He definitely wasn't Clara's type. Wrong team.
For all his showing off, promiscuity and flirting, Eddie did not think he was all that in any way. In fact, quite the reverse, and that is why he had, and it had taken some time, to build a list of signs that someone might be into him. High school being hormone jungle that it is, he didn't need to do much to pursue things, just a gentle nudge in the right direction, then they'd be on him like butter.
He put that down to his innate ability to just say what he thought, be loud in his words and wear people read that as confidence, and confidence was what drew them in.
Unfortunately, not many of them stayed. It was almost like he was a novelty flavour of ice cream. Everyone wanted to secretly try it, to see what it was like, or get someone to dare them to do it, but it was no one's favourite. It was just too weird. However, Eddie believed in signs and chances, and you miss 100% of the shots you don't take. His battered and bruised little heart knew that one day, he wouldn't be someone's novelty; they'd buy the store out, and he'd be their favourite, and they would be his.
Not everyone deserves fame. Not everyone deserves riches. But everyone deserves at least a shot at true love.
Just once.
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Chapter 3
Rhea had been isolated in her room for almost a week. Pleas from everyone to come out fell on deaf ears. Notebooks cover the marble floor. Rhea had been writing. She felt the words just pour out. She hadn’t slept and barely ate. The two guardians outside her door repeatedly denied anyone who dared to disturb her. Alke and Areto were the only people she felt she could trust.
Rhea sits on the white rug near the fireplace, in the middle of a sentence, when Hedone and her uncle Zagarus appear. Rhea scrambles to cover herself as her silk nightie barely covers her ass.
“Sexy, sexy.” Hedone says walking over to Rhea who managed to wrap herself partially with the rug.
“What the fuck?!” Rhea gets out. First looking at Hedone then her uncle.
Hedone’s golden hair flows over her shoulder, a black headband of twisted rose stems and thorns peaks out the top of her head. Her blue eyes scan Rhea’s body. Hedone has a full hourglass shaped figure similar to that of her grandmother Aphrodite. She places a hand on her hip.
“Girl. This is ridiculous, you can’t keep pouting in your room.” She says.
“I’m not pouting. I’m reflecting.” Rhea answers. Her eyes move from Hedone to her uncle. His slick backed shoulder length blonde hair looks slightly unwashed. He is standing next to Hedone towering over her. His muscular body is visible through his tight black t-shirt. His arms are covered in both tattoos and scars.
Hedone kneels, grabbing one of the notebooks.
“What do you call this?” She looks at her. Rhea snatches the book.
“It’s just writing. Leave me alone. Wait.” Rhea pauses looking again at her uncle and Hedone.”What is this?”
“Oh.” Hedone blushes. “Well, the night I was here. I was leaving but I decided to stop by and see Cerberus. You know I can’t resist that cutie pie and I bumped into Zag here and you know we just kinda hit it off.” She flashes a smile while looking up at Zagarus.
“Ewh. I don’t want to know. Can you guys please leave. I want to be left alone and you know if Alke and Aerto see you in here they are going to lose their minds.” Rhea glances at the door knowing both of them are standing outside.
“Little flame. Listen to me.” Zagarus walks over the chair by the fireplace, sits, then leans a little forward in the direction of Rhea.
“What?” She looks at him.
“I’m sorry. I was asked to keep this secret from you.”
“Why? No one will give me an explanation.”
“It’s hard. No one expected Hades to have grandchildren. My mom had to make many deals with many different gods just to have us. When your mom got pregnant with you no one thought a demi-god would survive in the underworld. Your mother tried to work deals similar to ones that my mom made. The Fates, Hera, Taurt, Bhavani, no one could help. When your mom penned that deal with Thanatos, it was a last resort.”
“I know that I don’t need my birth story. Why didn’t anyone show me the real world?” Rhea waits as Zagurus pauses and takes a breath.
“Because you are already destined to Ker, goddess of violent death. That is a hard burrend to bear, Little Flame. You were set to be the wife of Thanatos. We all decided that we needed to make sure you lived the best life possible before you got married. It was easier when you only stayed in the underworld but when you started wanting to go to the upper world it was a lot harder. Hecate and your grandfather worked together to charm your reality.” He finally sits back. Rhea lets the words settle in as Hedone sits down next to her.
“So, we decided that we want to show you reality. Show you how the gods, demis and quads can really be. Same with the humans. Everyone sins, everyone has a bad side. Let us show you.” Hedone wraps her arm around Rhea’s shoulder.
“I don’t if I want to see what the real world is like.” Rhea looks up at the ceiling.
“Come on little flame. Get dressed. We are going out.” Zagurus relaxes in the chair.
“Where?” Rhea looks at both Zagurus and Hedone.
“To the land of sin and pleasure.” Hedone says.
“How? You can’t leave the underworld Zag.” Rhea questions.
“There is more than one way out of the underworld, little flame. Plus it will be our secret.” He smiles.
A few hours later, Rhea is double checking herself in the mirror. Her long dark locks in a messy pile on the top of her head. A red body con dress hugging her body and her favorite black stilettos completing the look.
Hedone and Zag appear in her room again.
“Look at this smoke show of a demi-god.” Hedone says coming up to Rhea smacking her ass. Rhea swipes her hand away.
“Come on, you two. Let’s go.” Zag motions to them.
Soon the three are standing in front of a white row house in London. The neighborhood is very quiet.
“This is it?”Rhea asks the pair.
“Yep. Welcome to Dionysus’.” Hedone leads her up the steps. Zagurus opens the door and soon the trio walk in white fog enveloping them. Rhea head is soon in the clouds.
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Natural Heatless Curls: Embrace Effortless Waves Without Heat Damage
Yearning for gorgeous curls without the damage caused by heat styling? You're not alone! Natural heatless curls offer the perfect solution. By employing simple and effective techniques, you can achieve stunning waves without exposing your hair to damaging heat. These methods not only create beautiful curls but also maintain the health and vibrancy of your hair. In this article, we'll delve into the world of natural heatless curls, allowing you to embrace effortless waves with ease.
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Conclusion
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Adorn Your Tresses: A Stylish Guide to Hair Accessories
Your hair is a canvas waiting to be adorned with stylish accessories that can transform your look from ordinary to extraordinary. Hair accessories have the power to add flair, elegance, and personality to your hairstyle, making each day a chance to express your unique style. In this guide, we'll explore a variety of hair accessories that can elevate your tresses and turn heads wherever you go.
1. Headbands: Effortless Elegance
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Styling Tip: Wear a headband with loose waves for a bohemian vibe or pair it with a sleek ponytail for a polished look.
2. Bobby Pins: Chic Versatility
Bobby pins are not just functional; they're a chic accessory that can be used to create intricate patterns, hold hair in place, or add a subtle sparkle. Experiment with different colors and designs to match your outfit or make a subtle statement.
Styling Tip: Create a trendy geometric pattern using bobby pins to add a touch of modernity to your hairstyle.
3. Hair Clips and Barrettes: Classic Charm
Hair clips and barrettes are perfect for adding a classic touch to your hairstyle. From vintage-inspired designs to modern geometric shapes, these accessories can be strategically placed to create a sophisticated and polished look.
Styling Tip: Use a statement hair clip to pin back one side of your hair for an effortlessly chic appearance.
4. Scrunchies: Comfortable Style
Scrunchies have made a comeback, and they're not just practical; they're also a stylish accessory. Opt for velvet or silk scrunchies to add a luxurious feel to your ponytail or bun. Mix and match colors to suit your mood or outfit.
Styling Tip: Wrap a scrunchie around a low bun for a casual yet put-together look.
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Hair combs are ideal for achieving a graceful and glamorous look. Choose combs adorned with pearls, crystals, or intricate designs to effortlessly secure an updo or add a touch of sophistication to loose waves.
Styling Tip: Slide a decorative hair comb into a half-up, half-down hairstyle for an elegant twist.
6. Floral Crowns: Boho Vibes
For a whimsical and bohemian flair, floral crowns are the perfect choice. Whether you're attending a music festival, a wedding, or simply embracing your inner flower child, floral crowns add a touch of nature-inspired beauty to your locks.
Styling Tip: Wear a floral crown with loose, tousled waves for a carefree and romantic look.
7. Scarves and Bandanas: Retro Chic
Wrap a stylish scarf or bandana around your head for a retro-inspired look. This versatile accessory can be tied in various ways, adding a pop of color or pattern to your hairstyle. Perfect for both casual and dressy occasions.
Styling Tip: Tie a silk scarf into a bow on the top of your head for a playful and retro vibe.
8. Hair Chains: Edgy Glam
For a bold and edgy statement, consider hair chains. These accessories add a touch of glamour and are perfect for special events or when you want to stand out. Choose from delicate chains for a subtle look or bold statement pieces for added drama.
Styling Tip: Incorporate a hair chain into a sleek updo for a modern and edgy appearance.
The world of hair accessories is a playground of creativity. Whether you're aiming for timeless elegance, bohemian vibes, or edgy glamour, there's a perfect accessory for every style. Adorn your tresses with confidence and let your hair accessories be an extension of your unique personality and fashion sense. Elevate your look, one accessory at a time!
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Hermès Scarves 90cm: A Must-have Accessory for Women
Hermès, synonymous with luxury and craftsmanship, has been a beacon of timeless elegance in the world of fashion for decades. Among its iconic creations, the Hermès scarves stand out as exquisite pieces of wearable art, cherished by women around the globe. In this article, we delve into the allure of Hermès scarves, particularly the coveted 90cm size designed for women, exploring their rich heritage, versatile styling options, and the unparalleled sophistication they bring to any ensemble. Remember, you can get original Hermès scarves at a special price at Luxury With Discounts.
The Heritage of Hermès Scarves
Since its inception in the 1930s, Hermès has been renowned for its impeccable craftsmanship and dedication to quality. The Hermès scarf, also known as the "carré," was first introduced in 1937 and quickly became a symbol of luxury and refinement. Crafted from the finest silk and adorned with intricate designs inspired by art, nature, and culture, Hermès scarves embody elegance and sophistication.
The Versatility of the 90cm Size
Among the various sizes available, the Hermès scarf in the 90cm dimension holds a special place for women. Measuring approximately 35 inches square, this size offers versatility in styling, allowing for a multitude of creative possibilities. Whether draped elegantly around the neck, tied as a chic headscarf, or worn as a statement accessory on a handbag, the Hermès scarf in the 90cm size effortlessly elevates any look with its luxurious touch.
Timeless Designs
One of the most captivating aspects of Hermès scarves is their timeless designs. Each scarf tells a unique story through its intricate motifs, vibrant colors, and meticulous detailing. From whimsical animal prints to classic equestrian themes and bold geometric patterns, Hermès scarves offer a wide array of designs to suit every style and occasion. Whether you prefer a bold statement piece or a subtle, understated elegance, there is a Hermès scarf to complement your individual taste.
Luxurious Materials
Crafted from sumptuous silk twill, Hermès scarves exude a luxurious sheen and silky smooth texture that drapes beautifully against the skin. The quality of the silk ensures that each scarf retains its luster and vibrancy over time, making it a timeless investment piece that can be passed down through generations. Additionally, Hermès offers scarves in other luxurious materials such as cashmere and wool, providing options for different seasons and climates.
Styling Tips
The versatility of Hermès scarves in the 90cm size extends to their styling options. For a classic look, drape the scarf around your neck and tie it in a loose knot for an effortlessly chic effect. Alternatively, channel your inner Parisian by folding the scarf diagonally and tying it around your neck for a sophisticated twist. For a playful touch, wear the scarf as a headband or tie it around the handle of your favorite handbag to add a pop of color and flair to your ensemble.
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Okay but picture it.
Waking up buried under a million blankets. Your wearing a cozy kigurumi. You hear your alarm go off, the bridgerton version of wildest dreams by Taylor swift. You roll over and delicately reach your hand over. Your long, slim fingers click dismiss button and you smile, your eyes still closed. It's 5am, early enough that behind your lace curtains on the other side of your window, the sky is still dark. You don't mind, not anymore. It had been a hard habit to break, sleeping in until 9,10,11 or even later. Wasting away the days worth of possibilities. But when you had you coming to God moment and decided to finally change, realized you deserve all of the happiness in life, you want all in.
You began to diet, actually weighing out your food and adding up calories. You had been shocked. You had never realize exactly how many calories and fats everything held. You began cutting foods out and were amazed by the results. From the way your body felt, to the way your mind and skin were clear for the first time since you could remember. The weight began flying off, pound after pound until you laid here, slim and beautiful. Ethereal, a living doll. Collarbones that easily held water when you showered, an experience that had also changed.
With your new body came new changes I'm every aspect of your life. No longer did you just grab the first bottle you found with a nice scent. When you shopped you took time, inspecting the products and looking up reviews. You tried this and that until you found the perfect shampoo and conditioner for you, that made your hair soft as silk. You invested in a scalp scrubber and japanese hair masks. Leave in conditioner too. You made the same change with your body wash. You had leveled up your game immensely. You invested in body scrubs and polishes, exfoliater gloves and rags. You found several different body washes that you layer.
And when you step out you take your time to finally appreciate your new body. You begin by drying everything thoroughly. Then you begin, layering lotions and body oils and moisturizer. All the same scent as your showering goods. You smell delectable, always finishing off with a nice deodorant and delicious perfume and oil. Speaking of which....
You open your eyes and free your slender arms from under the blanket, taking the time to have a good stretch before you carefully pull the covers back and stepping out of bed. You immediately turn to tidy it up, another habit you had gotten started. A nicely made bed always made your room look nice and tidy. You quickly turn then and pad silently into your bathroom, grabbing a clean towel before getting yourself all clean and completing your self care rituals, finishing off with your 10 step skincare routine that left your face glowing and clear, even in the cold winter month. Giving your teeth a thorough brushing. Flossing and washing with mouthwash, you also add your crest white strips on your teeth before leaving the bathroom.
Shivering, you quickly turn back to your room before opening the closet, and deciding on what to wear. You carefully pick out wool tights, a brown plaid skirt and a brown and white arguile sweater. Your brown schoolgirl shoes with the small white bows and lace tie the look together. How to do your hair? You are torn between a side braid or pigtails. Hmmm....side braid, you finally decide. You twist your bangs out of your face pin them back before quickly braiding your long hair over your right shoulder. You carefully put in your circle lenses before grabbing your gold rimmed, circle shaped glasses and add a headband with two small brown bear ears on the top of your head. The last thing on your list is to switch your purse. You began investing in purses and bags and backpacks that you loved that would match the outfits you never imagined your could wear. You decide on a large, brown teddy bear cross bag. You switch everything from your pink purse to your brown and give yourself a final look.
You feel your eyes actually begin to tear up as you gaze at the girl who you feared you would never meet. She was perfect, she was you. You were thankful that you didn't put your makeup on yet. Wiping your eyes you quickly floated over to your vanity and pulled the chair out as you perched yourself delicately on the chair. You took off the glasses and swiftly began applying your makeup. You did a shimmery white on the lid and added a darker brown on the outer corner of your eyes, making sure to carefully apply a bit on the outer corner underside of your eyes as well. You did a quick sweep of white on the water line before taking a liquid eyeliner and filling in just the upper line in the inner corners and the bottom third of your under corner. You put black Mascara on before doing a gradient lip that was red in the center and faded out to light pink. Swiping a gloss across your lips you grabbed a reddish pink blush, lightly brushing it onto your cheek bones and up just under your eyes. you added your glasses back on.
You smiled at yourself in the mirror. Finally you were perfect.
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