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nikethestatue · 10 months

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The Little Black Dress That Could

May the 4th Be with all of us! Today is my favorite holiday. 4th of July, Independence Day.

This is also for Caroline, whose birthday was yesterday. Happy birthday girl! You don't have to keep drinking virgin pina coladas anymore.

What happened during Winter Solstice at Hewn City between Elain and Azriel? What did he think of her ugly black dress? Read on and find out.

“By the Cauldron,” Nesta exhaled obnoxiously loudly. “It’s ugly.”

Elain made a face.

It was ugly.

“Fucking ugly,” Nesta added.

Fu-gly.

That’s what the dress was.

It was a fugly dress.

With that, Nesta left.

Well, good riddance.

It was fine.

She was fine.

Everything was fine.

Her sister hated her.

Elain had to wear this revoltingly ugly dress to a ball. Her first ball since she became Fae.

She had to stand there, in her ugly dress, allowing everyone else to shine…which would be fine. Normally, Elain Archeron wasn’t envious or petty. But she had to be dressed in this frumpy frock, knowing that he would be there. He would be resplendent in his elegant leathers, his siphons shining with their ethereal light, his handsome face perfect and grave. Ugh. He would be perfect. He always was. He could wear a potato sack, and still look like a Prince.

Rhysand tried to be like Azriel, but failed. No one could be like Azriel, the mysterious and deadly Shadowsinger. The quiet authority that he always conveyed. The darkness. The secretive nature of,

“Hey Elain!”

Cassian’s voice boomed behind her and startled out of her thoughts, she blurted out,

“I am not sleeping with Azriel!”

Cassian looked at her like she was drunk and yet, said calmly,

“I mean, no one would blame you for wanting to sleep with Azriel,”

“What?” she choked.

“What? He is handsome and stately, muscular, but compact, built like a,”

“I am not sleeping with Azriel,” she noted dryly, “but I am not sure about you.”

“What?” he glared at her.

She folded her arms on her chest.

“I am not! I haven’t,” he began muttering defensively. “We haven’t…I mean, there was that time when,”

“WHAT?!” she cried out.

“Nothing. Nothing.”

There was an awkward, strange silence and they just stared at one another.

“Why are you here?” she demanded at last.

“You seen Nes?”

“Maybe.”

“You gonna be all mad because I might have, like 300 years ago, kiss-”

“I don’t. Want. To. Know.” she snarled at him, pressing her hands to her ears.

He stepped back in fright and hissed through his teeth,

“Oh Mother…these Arecheron girls are rabid.”

“Oh rabid are we?” she yelled at him, and he actually took a step back, trying to avoid a physical altercation with the flower girl. Somehow, he feared her more than anyone–perhaps not physically, but somehow, he knew that he’d be torn to pieces by both Nesta, and probably Aziel. He wasn’t sure about Azriel, but there was…something. Some feelings that Cassian couldn't discern, but felt in his gut. Anyway, he wasn’t going to fight with Elain. Thought he couldn’t help himself and asked,

“You’re wearing this?” He raised his brow, glancing at the dress that hung on the hanger.

Elain sighed and said gloomily, “yes, I am wearing this dress.”

He whistled and murmured, “Mother’s tits…”

“Not helping, Cassian. Not helping.”

“Well, alright then. I guess I’ll see you at the Court of Nightmares. You know…” he paused, and then added softly, taking her hand in his giant bear paws, “you don’t have to go…”

Her expression softened and she murmured,

“I want to go, Cassian. I want to do my part.”

Cassian and Elain were milling about the foyer of the River Estate in awkward semi-silence. Both were waiting to be winnowed to Hewn City. Azriel was already there, and Mor was going to pick the two of them up. Nesta would travel with Feyre and Rhys.

“Are you excited to stand at Azriel’s side?” Cassian asked, trying to sound casual.

“Pardon?” Elain whirled to him, eyes wide.

“You know…By the throne? Nesta will be next to me, and you’ll be next to Az,”

“Why should I be excited about that?” she demanded, but her cheeks were awfully red for her to be simply angry.

Cassian smirked.

He was definitely picking on some vibes. He wasn’t going to be fooled.

And he was pretty sure that he was the only one to be catching these vibes between his brother and Elain. Yeah. He was always the first one to notice things, especially between couples. He was observant like that.

“I don’t know…I think Nesta is excited to stand next to me,” he shrugged.

Elain’s chin rose and she declared,

“Why shouldn’t he be excited to stand next to me?”

Pacifically, Cassian immediately assured her, “I am sure he is very excited.”

Hewn City was outfitted beautifully for the three day-long celebrations of the Winter Solstice. There were black candelabras, wreaths of holly, silver and gold ribbons wrapped around the obsidian columns, the floors were polished so brightly, they reflected all the attendees and the lights. Enormous arrangements of pine branches bedecked in faelights, white roses and night blooming jasmine were placed all around the ballroom in crystal vases.

Azriel, Shadowsinger of High Lord Rhysand’s Night Court felt quite at home here. He didn’t like it–or rather, he didn’t like the present Steward of Hewn City–but he’d spent enough time in these ancient, hallowed halls to have grown accustomed to the place. It needed some sprucing up and something cheerful around here, but overall, he didn’t mind it. It was always especially beautiful around Solstice.

It was especially beautiful right now, because Elain Archeron stepped into the ballroom.

Oh yes, he’d noticed them all–Morrigan in her usual red dress, Cassian, standing right across him, brooding and tense, awaiting Nesta’s arrival. When the darkness of Rhysand’s power poured out of the massive doors, which opened silently to reveal the High Lord and the High Lady, and their heir inside of her. There was an audible gasp when the attendees beheld Feyre’s pregnant belly, but Azriel was used to that as well. Nothing surprised him much anymore, other than…

Elain Archeron.

She looked like a goddess.

She looked like the Mother.

Her long golden brown hair was unbound, streaming like a bronze halo around her, pinned with two pearl combs. And her dress…Was the most beautiful dress he’d ever seen. It fit her perfectly. It was simple and stunning.

Nesta was wearing something overly elaborate–tuile, and sequence, and gems and silver, and while it all looked very nice and all, his girl looked sublime. She didn’t need any extra ornamentation.

Well, maybe just the gift that he was planning to give her on Solstice night. The delicate necklace that he had designed and commissioned especially for her. It would look perfect in the little divot between her lovely slender collar bones.

It was Nesta’s night to shine, but Elain looked like a queen. His Lady. Though to him, she was always simply his girl. His Elain.

The two sisters stood by the dias of the two thrones, Nesta next to Cassian, and Elain next to Azriel. He couldn’t offer her a wink or a smile, not in front of all these people, but she stood close enough, for him to gently, covertly rub his pinkie against the side of her palm. She didn’t flinch and didn’t react, but a tiny sweet smile touched her full lips. His girl liked it when he touched her–when they exchanged glances, and brief brushes of fingers. When he skimmed his fingers over hers at breakfast, when she offered him his mug of tea. Or when he could place his palm on the small of her back for a few moments when he followed her into the room, or out of the house. Or even better, when she adjusted the lapels of his jacket, and stroked his chest. No. She never minded when he touched her.

Now he wished that he could place her small hand on his forearm so they could walk together–without hiding, without fears or accusations. It was impossible, but Azriel held onto hope. He had nothing else. Just hope, and his dreams of walking arm in arm with his girl, with Elain, who’d be his wife. He didn’t care about the bond at all–not hers, or a hypothetical one for the two of them. Did he wonder why the other two brothers received mate bonds with the two sisters, and she was given away like a sacrifice to Lucien Vanserra? Every day. But it was also pointless to ponder the ways of the Cauldron. He didn’t need a bond with Elain in order to love her. He liked her and loved her just because she was Elain–he loved her face, he adored her wit and her sense of humour, he admired her resilience, he enjoyed her mind and her intelligence. They fit each other like a pair of gloves–easily. What felt torturous with Morrigan for the past 500 years, felt absolutely natural with Elain. She took what he offered, and didn’t pressure him for more, and he gave bits of himself willingly and gladly.

One day, sweetheart. One day. You and I.

Rhys was gifting Eris a Made dagger, and everyone began dancing as the first notes of the waltz filled the vast space.

Elain stepped closer to him, and he lightly ran his knuckle over her spine. Her back was bare, the dress held together by thick ribbons, but it offered enough of her silky skin for him to observe that he was forced to bite the inside of his cheek just to hold back a groan.

“Do you want me to Make you a dagger too?” she whispered, without looking at him, pretending to be interested in the gift exchange.

“I already have one,” he murmured with a smile, his lips brushing the back of her head, inhaling the scent of jasmine.

“Hmmm…would you like me to Make you anything?”

Yes, I would like for you to make me your husband.

“Make me dinner, and I will be a happy male,” he decided.

“Then I will,” she promised simply.

Eris’s muddy eyes landed on Elain and she grunted through clenched teeth,

“Time for me to shine!”

“I can kill him for you, if you’d like,” Azriel offered calmly.

“Tempting, but you never know how others might look at the murder of the Heir to Autumn by the shadowsinger.”

Smart girl.

He stepped away, allowing another Vanserra’s eyes to skate over his woman.

It was intolerable.

But Elain made a good impression of pretending to be mildly interested in Eris.

And Eris, vain and predictable, was visibly disappointed by the modesty of Elain’s gown, by her demure appearance.

Azriel could only smile to himself.

Thank the Cauldron for the prideful son of Autumn, who did not see the diamond in front of his eyes.

No matter.

Yes, Azriel wanted everyone to admire Elain like he did, but he also wanted to keep her for himself–his secret, a thing of lovely beauty.

Eris offered Elain a bland smile, and then made a beeline towards Nesta.

His loss. Azriel’s gain.

Elain’s smile was finally genuine, and shining in his direction.

The guests were oohing and ahhing over Nesta and Eris in the dancefloor, and Azriel moved back to stand beside his beautiful girl, while they watched the other couple twirl and spin across the floor. They looked incredible–there was no doubt that in another life, in another world, Nesta and Eris would’ve made an excellent match.

But that thought quickly evaporated, when Azriel sensed the rage, disappointment and unhappiness of his brother, who was almost gnashing his teeth in frustration.

Elain wordlessly took Cassian’s hand and squeezed it affectionately.

“Cass, don’t cut in,” Azriel warned him.

Elain looked at the General with sympathy in her warm brown eyes and whispered,

“It’s not real, Cassian. They are not real.”

“But,” he began, and she cut him off,

“She is the one for you, Cassian. You know it. She is your girl.”

Azriel quickly looked at his own girl, and wondered how the Hel did she know? How did she always know?

“Give her the opportunity to complete all her spins,” Elain chuckled, “and then you can cut it.”

“Would you like to dance, Elain Archeron?”

Azriel had danced with Nesta, after Cassian swept her away from Eris and completed his own circle on the dancefloor. Cassian was not as good of a dancer as Eris, but he and Nesta looked…right. They looked like they belonged. And maybe he was stiff, and didn’t move with a courtier’s grace, but Cassian danced because he knew that tonight, Nesta needed him. She needed him, and his strength, and his support, and she needed to be in his arms almost as much as Cassian needed to take her into his own.

“She really is his girl,” Elain smiled softly, watching the two glide among the guests.

She turned and looked up at Azriel.

“And yes, I would love to dance with you.”

“Well then give me your little hand,” he ordered, smiling, as he extended his palm to her. She lay her fingers against his and he sighed with pleasure, as he wrapped his arm around her body, pulling him to him. Her head rested on his shoulder.

One day.

Soon.

Wife.

Not a bad Solstice celebration after all.

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lucalicatteart · 5 months

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A few little sketches of some possible school uniforms for mage schools/learning centers for magic/etc. :0c Though because Nanyevimi is so scattered and disconnected, it'd actually vary much more by region (like not everywhere would have a cultural concept of what a suit jacket or neck tie looks like lol), so it's probably unrealistic for so many of them to follow too many traditional Uniform Conventions from cultures in our world, etc. But, still, fun to mess around with designs, and think about which would be most fun to wear/what school you'd go to just based off the clothing lol~

#I haven't felt well enough to do anything actually productive lately GRRRR.. evil health issues....#but I can sometimes at least draw while I lay on the floor with a heating pad and etc. lol.. so...#goofy little sketches. Still dislike that the ipad thing someone gave me is either like.. maybe the settings are just off OR possibly the #screen is slightly broken in some regard - so the pressure sensitivity does not work at all. thus all lines are blunt looking #instead of having tapered edges. which I KNOW can be a stylistic thing. like I think it's fine mostly #but sometimes shading looks weird for all of the lines to be the exact same size/width with like no variation lol #though since it's just little sketches it doesnt matter lol but still... hrmm... ever working out my strategy for how to use the ipad for a #art things/if I can ever get used to it/etc.#AAANYWAY... still so uniform obsessed.. and have been since I was a child. Like way before going to middle school and meeting #the people who like anime and get into school uniforms of that variety. I mean like... age 7 before even having any friends #and having zero popular media interests or outside influences that would make uniforms Trendy. but I would see like a 'private school #uniform' on a new story on tv or something or in a book and was just like OUGH... I Should Dress That Way #I used to go to thrift stores and find multiple seperate pieces that could be combined together to look like a school uniform #I had like 4 or 5 different 'uniforms' that I made myself in that way. My first outfit that I was ever allowed #to pick out for myself as my big First Day Of Middle School outfit was literally like school uniform inspired #(maybe mixed with a little goth.. like it was a school uniform sort of look but black and white with fishnet armwarmers lol.. plaid +#stripes pattern mixing my beloved... )#I think it's just the same way that I love apartment buildings because I'm infinitely fascinated with like.. observing human nature and peo #le displaying their psersonalities in little ways and how you can give 10 people the same exact identical space but each one will decorate #it completely differently just depending on their own tastes and reasonnig and etc. I love the idea of everyone in some setting #having to be in one specific set outfit BUT you can tell something about them by the little ways they customize it or what type #of accessories they wear or if they choose to button their shirt fully or not or etc. etc. I like the constraints of 'okay everyone has to #be in exactly the same uniform - NOW. give them their own unique style somehow despite this' etc. etc. like #yaaaayyyy.. I love thinking of little obscure details that convey personality. they have a little pin hidden on the inside of their #hat. their shoes are just like everyone else's but more worn out. they have a necklace barely visible beneath their collar. their tie is #always a little more askew that everyone elses. or even. the uniform is EXACTLY on model entirely clean crisp pristine not a single element #customized or out of place - which STILL tells you something about them. etc. etc.#ANYWAY.. yeahg.. struggling to get anything done these last few weeks so.. blam. poof. alakazaam. scratchy little sketches #of nothing very productive or relating to any other project in particular be upon ye

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kyouka-supremacy · 2 months

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Today was a good day :)

#Today three strangers were kind to me in three different occasions. It was such a nice coincidence :)#I've been working on Akutagawa's birthday the entire week and today Akutagawa posts were all over my dash. I'm so happy!#I managed to do all the edits I had set up to and I'm glad :)#I dressed rigorously black and white and wore the black striped pants I bought because they reminded me of Beast Akutagawa's outfit #I did my nails black and red!!#My mother called me to congratulate on Akutagawa's birthday #I even baked a cake with a friend and they were so sweet /////#I'm so grateful they managed to make time for it even though they've been so busy and tired because of their job #More than everything I'm grateful they weren't weird about it #They found it a little silly but they never made fun of me. They helped me pick the cake.#And today they even told me that they looked up a video of the character to understand me better #Which TERRIFIES me because no way anyone could get a good impression of Akutagawa from a single video #But if we ignore that it was an unbelievably nice gesture :')#It's just such a foreign feeling because outside of my blog I NEVER talk about my hyperfixations irl.#Because when I used to when I was younger I was only met with scorn or mockery so ever since I started university I simply learnt not to?#And it's just so genuinely weird to talk with someone irl who wouldn't judge me for it–#and not really in the good way because part of me is still convinced that they *are* judging me for it.#Doesn't matter everything suggests the contrary. And I keep overthinking if I overshared about Akutagawa or if I said something dumb #But I'm trying it not to get to me. Today they've been nothing but nice through and through #Whatnot. The last months were very tough for some reason I'm just happy good things can still happen :)#I want to start the queue again now that I'm generally more free and done with Aktgw's birthday and everything.#I also have new exams the first days of April and the program is pretty heavy and wide. On top of following courses. I'll see what I can d #I'd like to start regularly posting again because I'm afraid if I don't I'll just sulk further in misery. We'll see.#Ah I need to catch up with the dash since I've basically not been on Tumblr for three days...#That's it just rambling. I hope everyone's days are nice too!!!#random rambles

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deadlittledogs · 2 months

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I knew you were a weeb (when it was degen, not “cool” like it is now)

OH YEAH, I GOT BULLIED RELENTLESSLY FOR IT LOL. I was pretty autistic about it though, so….. I was maybe slightly asking for it lel.

I admit, it’s still a little confusing for me that normies all like anime now, even though I don’t really like it anymore. Anime was better when it was like this slightly niche autistic interest that only really cringy ‘outcast’ teen girls liked….. it had such a bizarre lil community of gross girls. Nothing will ever beat making eye contact with some bucktoothed shawty in a hetalia shirt from across the room and instantly knowing you’re both fucking insane in the same way. I WANT THAT BACK, EVEN IF NOW AS AN ADULT I THINK MOST ANIME IS RETARDED AND UNWATCHABLE LMAO.

#I still enjoy consuming manga though. manga is swag af.#I have been trying to watch a bit of anime again tho… *cough* black butler *cough*#most anime is just. bad though. super bad.#I MEAN EVEN BLACK BUTLER IS MOSTLY BAD but somehow that makes it better….#book of circus was good…. i did enjoy that one….#mostly because Ciel was dressed as a little orphan paper boy and threw up everywhere but. I digress.#sighhhhs I just miss when there was a decent community of weirdos and u could feel free to be cringe #cons used to be like. a safe haven of nerds.#now I’m like TERRIFIED of going because you see all those stories online of like #“’yeah I mentioned yaoi once online and someone showed up and fed me glass shard cookies’#it seems the environment now is maybe… a little hostile….#well I guess I will find out because I am going to an anime con next winter #my brother and I are going as Luther & Randal :3 #we are going to……. gulps…… be SUPER fucking annoying

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arrivemedi · 1 year

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Wolfwood ft Rumia and Marisa!!! He is so fun to draw (same with Rumia’s backside lol)

#trigun #trigun stampede #tristamp #nicholas d. wolfwood #touhou project #touhou #rumia #marisa kirisame #crossover #black and white #sketches #digital inking #clip studio paint #my art #for all the trigun-onlies: all the dialogue is taken from Touhou Embodiment of Scarlet Devil #marisa is the one saying WW’s lines here and she owns the dress I put him in #for all the Touhou-onlies: he is a priest with a massive cross machine gun full of mercy and he is quite good with children #rumia can gnaw on his arm like a chew toy and so her weird youkai things and he could handle it. just a little rascal #for people who know both: the obvious choice would been to draw WW with Yumemi but consider: sou nanoka~?

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batri-jopa · 4 months

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Imagine being a girl that never once in her life experienced gender dysphoria

and also

watching Princess Bride (1987) and the two and only two outfits you desperately wish to steal are these of Inigo Montoya and Dread Pirate Roberts:

Inconceivable!

#the waist! the belt! the sleeves! the vest! and leather boots!😍😍😍#I love both beige-brown and all-black. I would wear it in turns #yeah I know someone could say it's just about the outfit that is more comfortable and not for gender identity #(and to me little to none clothes seem less comfortable than female dresses in fantasy movies)#but for ''normal'' girls around me comfortable equals grey sweatpants with black t-shirt #while I'm the only person I know that occassionally likes to look cool at home with no intention to go anywhere #just for myself #sounds vain to you? then imagine you're going around your day as usual...#only whenever you pass the mirror your eyes get striked with ''damn what a gorgeous look!''#wearing comfortable clothes that looks really good on you is simple life's enrichment👍#princess bride #inigo montoya #dread pirate roberts

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princessquinnella · 7 months

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Me frantically zooming in and scanning every single scene in search of my husband!!!

Bursting into happy love-struck tears at the mere meager sight of literally just his back. I’m pathetic. XD

#It’s No Mystery That I Love You 🔎🎻⚜️#My Goofy Goofball was so cute trying to set up the camera lol #This short was so frickin cute and so good I cried #Cinderellas scene was adorable they even fixed her dress to the silver one ahhh!!!#Charming screaming for Eric to get his dog loved it really feels like they would get along and hang lol Cindy cheering Max on XDD #James at the end *swoon!!!*#Mickey with Walt was so precious utter perfection #Rewrite the Stars ✨🥀💫#Robin Hood and Marian snuggling eee!!!#All the Peter Pan scenes I just omg I love them!!!#Sweet little Bambi and omg OG Tink I missed you so much #Disney acknowledging Great Mouse Detective Robin Hood Fox & the Hound frickin Black Cauldron just so so great #Belle and Beast / Adam were so cute singing together - I could ramble about the cuteness for awhile just so cute and adorable #So much love went into this short it shows you just feel it #went into a crazed state of ‘my hubby be lost at sea when shall he return?’ lvls of wheres waldo lvl searching for him like for reals lol #Ratigan posing in the credits 💜#The World’s Greatest Criminal Mind! 🍾#Quinny’s GF

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xluxsolarisx · 6 days

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clawing at the edge of my enclosure at you..,, auuaAA auuaaghrvf asuugh aahbgsffdhnrd. you know how it is

raps at the glass of your enclosure despite warning signs saying not to because i want to see what will happen. because i am fundamentally curious. anyway yeah i do know how it is

#hiii muck hope you're having a good day or whatever time it is in australia ^^#me i'm doing pretty good :3 mostly today i just finished up some schoolwork and online shopped a little bit #i did NOT buy anything because dear GOD lolita fashion is so expensive...#it's pretty and goth and there are bows and bats and stuff but at what cost?#actually i know the cost. 160 usd that's the fucking cost. for a JUMPER SKIRT.#i know it's because the materials are high quality and there's a lot of lace and stuff but have you considered. i don't wanna pay that much #and sureee i could just buy the 40 dollar ones off amazon or whatever.#if i didn't care about it fitting weird and being scratchy and just a bad experience in general #there's a word in the lolita circle called “ita” and basically it means you WANNA be lolita #but you're not because you can't really get the clothes/you're breaking a lot of rules for the style and....yeah that's me lol #c'est la vie. guess i'll have to make do with the black overall dress i picked up from hot topic and my 3 year old striped faux turtleneck #fashion i love you so much but you do not love me back. that's okay though i'll still love you all the same #sorry you sent me a silly little ask and i rambled about clothes. sorry ^^#fortunes told (asks)

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inkandarsenic · 2 years

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The height difference between Lucifer and Morpheus amuses me to no end.

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widevibratobitch · 2 months

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the side effects of experiencing all this funeral stuff from this up close is honestly that im just starting to plan my own funeral in my head to entertain myself and it also kinda stopped me from being suicidal because i realised no one but me could do it right

#obv i cant kill myself now because that would completely destroy my mother but also because she'd give me catholic funeral #and that would honestly make me come back from the dead just so i could kms again #anyway the real ones will come to my funeral dressed in pink <3 and no open casket unless they really manage to make me look fabulous #i want rainbow flowers (with green carnations!) and i want it to be a met gala level fashion show dont yall dare wear boring black outfits #i want mozart to play and no catholic priests allowed. if a catholic priest tries to go near me all guests should get together to kill him #also saw a grave of some 16y/o girl apparently obsessed with h/arry p/otter today and as much as i hate HP it was AWESOME #she had a bunch of little funko pops figures there and even a hp candle #and there was obv a cross with jesus on it but he had that little ball with wings on a translucent thread tied to his hand lol #and there was also a framed picture of her and her friends goofing off and pointing their middle fingers at the camera and like. yeah #obv very sad but this is the kind of grave id like. obv not with fucking hp 💀 but i feel so fucking uncomfortable with the thought #that people might come to my grave and be all solemn and cry and make a big deal out of it like plz ffs dont #i mean obv i wouldnt be uncomfortable cause id be. well. dead. but if my funeral is boring and/or catholic then fuck this im just not dying

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resident-gay-bitch · 3 months

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Let’s be honest here, if James and Sirius were girls (into eachother or not) they would be known as the “lesbians” around school.

As someone who went through highschool as a girl having a very close friendship with a girl (and let’s face it, yes I was desperately in love with her and no it didn’t end well, but that’s bedside the point because these rumours went around before I fell for her) we were Always asked if we were dating and when we denied it people didn’t believe us. And if people didn’t think we were dating they thought we wanted to date, and yeah it was primarily guys thinking that which I’m not even gonna get into because that’s a whole sexist fucking gross thing there, but still!

You can’t tell me, if you’re like gen z or in a generation where queerness is known through your highschool and like not the worse thing in the world, that you didn’t have a set of girl best friends that everyone thought were in a queer relationship.

I happened to be in like, almost all the “lesbian” rumoured relationships at my school because, after the first one, I shaved my head and became the school dyke and then any close female friend I had meant I had to be in love with them and if they seemed smiley around me back it was assumed we were dating.

But like, James and Sirius were That Close, and if they were girls, they Would be The Lesbians. If they were just best friends, everyone would assume they were lesbians. If they were secretly in love with eachother and never said anything until it was too late, everyone would assume they were lesbians. If they were dating and just didn’t tell anyone, everyone would assume they were lesbians. If they were dating and did come out and tell people, no one would be surprised.

I think there’s something special about that. And I know from personal experience being known as the lesbian couple of the school even when you’re not isn’t the greatest, but like as someone who’s experienced that and also experienced it in a more positive way (where people were just supportive and wanted us to date because they genuinely thought we’d be good together and we liked eachother) it’s just something that’s bound to happen.

Apparently you can’t have two girls that close to eachother that aren’t your typical “straight laced “normal” girls” and have them not be cast as the school lesbians.

James was a quidditch captain nerdy smartarse, and Sirius is an alternative black sheep with severe mummy issues. They’re gonna be the lesbians.

And I adore that.

#someone write me a fic about it #and make them kiss and be in love #ALSO no hate to ‘normal’ girls obviously. it’s just there were a lot of girls in my highschool with close female relationships similar to my #own and they were never cast as lesbians because they fit into the typical norm of girl that guys liked. you know they were very feminine #and would hem their dresses to be shorter and shave their legs and what not. I’m talking in the earlier years of highschool too. and they’d #just be very typically feminine and often be involved in boy drama and blah blah blah. where as me and my friends cast in this category were #often seen as weird. or at least I was. we weren’t seen as pretty in the way they were and often had hairy legs still or came to school #without makeup. we were kinda nerdy or had strange humour and less of a fashion sense.#mostly we were just a little bit different. especially me. and so yeah we got casted as the lesbians. especially me because I was typically #undesirable to those mysoginistic sexist teenage boys 👍👍👍#wow I did not mean for this to turn into a little rant #it was just a midnight thought that kinda made me laugh that I could relate too. wow. go to sleep jay #jay talks #prongsfoot #James potter #sirius black #James x sirius #marauders #sapphic prongsfoot #lesbian prongsfoot #lesbian James #lesbian sirius

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docholligay · 1 year

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I CONFUSED A DRESS SHIRT FOR MY GYM SHORTS TODAY IS SUPPOSED TO BE MY LONG RUN I AM FORTUNES FOOL

#I'm not allowed to leave while jewlet is in child watch #and i PROMISED her this morning she could go #so i guess I'm.... walking? and then doing my long run before eurovision tomorrow #frustrating but doable #legit forgot i owned a black dress shirt from when i was a legal secretary #i remember NOW i washed it to maybe sell #did not remember that reaching into the dryer this morning #i own so little black and 90% of it is workout clothes

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loosesodamarble · 8 months

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Made By Hand, Made With Love

Summary: Josele makes clothes as a gift for a very special little someone. Genre: general, humorous Word count: ~1100 A/N: Ida Faust is @marune2's oc.

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Josele held her breath as she finished the last of the stitches on her latest project. She wanted it to come out as the best thing it could possibly be.

Soft cotton fabric. Little, pink ruffles. A pure white petticoat. A charming, sailor collar. A giant bow around the stomach, perfect for the gift of a person who'd wear the dress. And a matching headband to top it all off.

“And done!” Josele exclaimed in delight. She stepped away from the mannequin wearing her finished work. Seeing it in full, Josele let out a squeal. “Yes!”

Gwenith walked up behind Josele and let out a giggle.

“How adorable,” Gwenith remarked as she poked and prodded at the dress. “But... This is the third baby's dress you've made.” She gave her daughter a side-eye. “You're a little young to be thinking of children, young lady.”

“M-mom!” Josele squawked and was beet red in seconds. “I'm not gonna have—!

“Well, so long as it's with those Faust boys, at least you'll be provided for,” Gwenith went on with a hand touching her cheek, ignoring Josele's frantic gesturing.

“Mooooom! I-I'm not dating Nacht or Morgen!” Josele yelped. “I like them but—! I don't even know if they—!” She covered her face and threw her head back. “It's for Ida, Mom!”

“Yes, yes.” Gwenith laughed and patted Josele on the head. “I'm just teasing, sweetie.” Gwenith pushed Josele's head to an upright position then waited for her daughter to look her in the eyes. Josele's bright blush combined with a pouting expression made her look like she was three instead of thirteen. “Sorry about that. I just... You're so obvious with those boys.”

“I can't help it! They're just so—!” Josele covered her face again and let out a sound between a screech and squeal. Then, she shook her head. “E-enough about Momo and Nachty though! I've gotta deliver this dress to Ida!” She hurriedly, but still carefully, removed the dress form the dummy before running to get a box to carry it in.

Gwenith watched her daughter with a smile. It warmed Gwenith's heart to see Josele wear her own on her sleeve, no fear or hesitation. She hoped her feelings, those sweet and sublime depths of love, would reach the Faust boys eventually. But for the time being, Gwenith would watch her daughter's friendship with the Faust children grow.

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“Ta-da!” Josele spun around with Ida, dolled up in her new dress, perched in her arms. “One adorable baby sister in an adorable dress!”

Morgen clasped his hands together and he let out a high-pitched “aaawww!” His smile, completely endeared by Ida, was blinding. Nacht, meanwhile, slapped a hand over his mouth to hold in his laughter.

“What's with that look?” Josele asked with a tilt of her head. “Does the dress not look good?” She lifted Ida higher and looked her over.

Ida smiled and flapped her arms a little, seeming to enjoy the feeling of being carried. Her piercing blue eyes stood out against the soft shades of pink she'd been wrapped in. It looked okay to Josele…

“No,” Nacht managed to say. “It's just… Pfffffftt! Pink is not Ida's color!”

“Nonsense! I think Ida looks wonderful! Like the camellias in the garden,” Morgen said, causing Nacht to burst out in hysterics.

“Oh please! A flower?” Nacht roared. His laughter seemed to infect Ida as she began to giggle and babble along with him. “See? Even Ida agrees!” He stepped forward and poked Ida’s face. “You’re not a delicate little flower, are you, Ida? Nuh-uh. You’re a fierce little gremlin!”

Ida squirmed and gurgled a bit before she managed to plop her hand over Nacht’s eye, making him yelp and pull back. Morgen and Josele, despite wincing at Nacht’s plight, still found themselves laughing.

“I think she’s actually disagreeing with you,” commented Morgen. He then stepped forward and let Ida grab his index finger. “She knows she’s our cute, angelic baby sister.” He pressed a kiss to Ida’s forehead before moving his gaze to Josele. “Thank you, Josie. You really didn’t have to do this though.” His eyes were soft, sympathetic to her.

“But I wanted to!”

“But doesn’t it cost you?” Nacht asked, stepping closer so the three teens were in a circle. “Couldn’t you be making money off something like this?”

Josele shrugged. “It’s a gift. I don’t care about the cost. Besides…” She passed along Ida so Morgen could carry her. “The sight of your sister looking as cute as she does now… Can you really put a price on that?”

Nacht and Morgen looked down at Ida who sat happily in her brother’s arms, cooing and babbling without a care in the world. The brothers let the sight sink in and they smiled.

“Priceless indeed,” whispered Morgen.

Nacht nodded and once again poked Ida’s cheek.

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Ida finished the last sip of her coffee while reading the morning paper. The news wasn’t all that enticing. Just the same, recycled stories.

“Ida~!” Josele sing-songed from the entrance to Ida’s room. The woman leaned her head into the open door frame. “I have something exciting to show you!”

“A dead body?” Ida asked with a cheeky grin.

“… Not as exciting as that…” Josele walked in and that’s when Ida noticed her holding something behind her back. “I found something while cleaning up around the house.”

That’s when Josele showed it.

The rosy pink dress with the ruffles and petticoat and giant bow around the stomach. It was unbearably cute. And so very different from who Ida was.

Quietly, Ida set down her newspaper and mug.

“Isn’t it amazing that it’s still intact?” Josele asked while admiring her old work. “I might need to touch it up a bit…”

“That won’t be necessary, Josy,” Ida uttered while rising from her seat. “We can get rid of it.”

“Are you crazy?” Josele yelped and hugged the dress to her body. “I made this myself! Not only that, but if I have a daughter, then she could wear it!” A giggle left Josele’s lips at the thought. “Wouldn’t that be wonderful?”

“Mm, no. I’d rather forget that dress ever existed.” Ida walked over to Josele and reached for the dress. “C’mon, lemme toss it.”

“No way, Ida! We’re keeping it!”

“What the hell, Josy? Wasn’t it a gift to me? So don’t I decide what happens to it?” Ida asked, her ire beginning to grow.

“Then you can gift it back to me and my future daughters,” Josele argued as she held the dress behind her.

“That’s not how it fucking works!”

“Yes it is!”

Ida lunged for Josele and the older woman pivoted away then booked it out of the room.

“I won’t let you ruin it, Ida!”

“Josy! I don’t want that thing embarrassing me anymore!”

#black clover #black clover fanfic #nacht faust #morgen faust #black clover oc #josele canty #soda's ocs #ida faust #marune's oc #something sweet and a little silly between josele and ida #and just a little bit of mama gwenith teasing her daughter's crush on the twins #in the present day. for the first time josele fear that ida might kill her/j #ida doesn't want to remember the days before she could dress herself in her black goth style/lh

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