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#WHERE IS THE GILDED GLAMOUR?
claired3lune · 2 years
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vida-vitallum · 2 years
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Miss Cruella how could you disrespect yourself like this?
It was meant to give the great gatsby but it’s giving party city Halloween flapper costume
Deeply saddened by this L
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I'm going to bed now. I feel personally victimized and I just need to sleep now.
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fexislut · 2 years
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Have none of these hoes watched Bridgerton???!!!
This is not met gala behavior 🫠
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thedramaticking · 2 years
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I don't know what my favourite part of the Met Gala is every year.
The celebrities really on theme and looking amazing, the celebrities who are not on theme but still look boring as all hell, the memes.
I mean gilded glamour was such an easy theme to hit. Period dresses. Morning coats. Hats. Parasols. Even gold. It's gilded glamour. Covered in gold counts. But so many people couldn't even do that.
OR is it the people on twitter who clearly do not know what the theme actually encompasses but think they do and are saying so with their whole chest.
Like no, actually, not a single person should have showed up looking like Bridgerton, Marie Antoinette, or the Vampire Diaries. Those are all the wrong time period and two of them are the wrong country.
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marzipanandminutiae · 11 months
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what were your fav met gala looks from last year?
followup: i feel like last year billie eilish really understood the theme
She did! To the point where she's one of the few I can remember, actually.
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If only someone taught her how to pose for the outfit. She's leaning forward or hunched weirdly or doing strange things with her hands in every photo, which works in fully modern clothes, but not so much with "Gilded AgeTM." But we can't have everything
Very "A Bar In The Folies-Bergere"-core
I feel like Lizzo also understood the assignment, surprising no-one:
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Definitely making me think I've seen that pattern on a damascene letter opener before, or a lacquerwork table.
No idea who this is, but at least she doesn't look boring (EDIT I have been informed that this, and the pic below it, are Blake Lively. And this is not from 2022. Oh well; great dress anyway):
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whoever this was, I remember seeing a better angle of the dress and thinking "yeah okay that's passably Victorian-inspired, and the Verdegrised Copper look is cool"
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Quannah Chasinghorse looked stunning in jewelry I'm told was inspired by various Native designs from the same time period (roughly 1870s-1910s). Understanding the assignment from a different cultural angle, which I love:
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Overall, though, I was disappointed in how many people didn't get that by Gilded Glamour, they meant the Gilded Age, a specific time period that almost nobody chose to riff on. like, my sister sends me Jessica Chastain's outfit every year because she played my favorite character in my favorite movie, and while it was lovely, it also felt very "1930s charlatan medium." An excellent Look, but not exactly on-theme era-wise:
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Overall, Victorian Met Gala opportunity thoroughly missed
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oh-austin · 2 years
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previous part / selena gomez fc, part two!
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ynupdates Y/N and Austin arrived in New York today ahead of the Met Gala tomorrow!!
ynfan5 did anyone see the pics of Austin taking her bag from her hands to carry it for her, mans really wants me to want him huh 🥵
austinfan7 I just love them together so much
austinfan7 I just love them together so much
austinfan9 I hope they walk together tomorrow like it’s all I want in life right now
ynfan6 it’s on my bucket list
ynfan2 anyone know where that dress is from?
austinfan12 austin looks delicious.. gotta be honest
ynfan13 I met them both today!! they were so kind and lovely to speak to, Y/N literally had a five minute conversation with me
ynfan16 IM SO JEALOUS RIGHT NOW
ynfan13 can confirm she smells amazing
austinfan4 kinda missing black haired austin rn
ynfan14 I will legitimately lose my shit if they don’t walk together tomorrow
austinfan17 I want ONE interaction at MINIMUM
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themet singer and actress, Y/N L/N, has arrived in all her gilded glamour!
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ynfan17 SHES SO CLASSY AND BEAUTIFUL
ynfan19 she looks STUNNING 😍
austinfan14 waiting to see her and austin
austinfan18 we barely ever get Y/N and austin content, I’m holding out hope
vogue that’s our covergirl 😚
ynfan22 she looks better than half the people there
ynfan23 idk wtf some people are wearing this year, but I do know that Y/N is constantly hitting the mark
rarebeauty gorgeous!!
ynfan25 the rare beauty social media team has a big fat crush on Y/N and I’m here for it
ynfan26 WHERE IS AUSTIN?????? GET THEM TOGETHER NOW 😡
austinfan20 she’s so pretty wtf, austin is winning
austinfan23 I just want Y/N and Austin content, please god please I’m begging
ynfan27 literally on my hands and knees praying for at least ONE PICTURE 🧎‍♀️🙏🏼
ynfan28 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼 PLEASE
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ynaustin-updates IM XRYING SHAKING AND THROWING UP RIGHT NOW AUSTIN AND Y/N NATIOJ WON SO GOOD TODAY
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ynfan31 I’m still in SHOCK
austinfan24 they look so good together I’m drooling
ynfan32 😭😭 they look so stunning
austinfan26 my bisexuality is panicking right now
ynfan35 DID ANYONE WHO WATCHED THE LIVESTREAM GET THEIR KISS????
ynfan36 OR HIM HELPING HER UP THE STAIRS??? DM ME ASAP PLEASE
austinfan27 it seriously doesn’t feel real, but we finally got the content we wanted
austinfan29 I’m reeling so hard
ynfan38 now we need austin to propose!
austinfan32 does anyone know if Austin is going out to see Y/N perform tomorrow at MSG?
ynfan39 I’m not sure but if he’s there this account with probably post about it
austinfan35 or Austin maybe, but we’re lucky to get anything from his inactive ass
austinfan37 go and give us nothing!!
austinfan38 constantly winning we are!!!!!
ynfan41 if Austin isn’t there, we riot at dawn besties 🫶🏼
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tiaramania · 1 year
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Tiara Highlights of 2022
2022 was the year of the tiara debut with three future queens and a bunch of other people wearing their first tiara. All of my highlight picks are first tiaras and this isn't even all of them! You can check out all of the tiaras (or at least the ones I was able to find pictures of) worn during 2022 here.
Princess Fadzilah of Brunei's Wedding
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Princess Fadzilah wore two of Queen Saleha's tiaras for her wedding to Abdullah Al-Hashimi in January. Both of them are massive so I'm impressed with how well she wore them for her first time wearing a tiara. Princess Fadzilah wearing the blue and pink diamond toppers but not the diamond heart made me realize that Queen Saleha's Diamond Tiara and Queen Saleha's Diamond Heart Tiara have been the same tiara all along. Also, there was a royal wedding cat who attempted to steal the show.
Tommy Dorfman at the Met Gala
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The Met Gala usually provides us with a few tiara sightings and this year had even more because of the 'Gilded Glamour' theme. While many of the attendees wore bigger or more impressive tiaras, even one made specifically for the event, I keep being drawn to Tommy Dorfman wearing a Regency Era, green paste, hair-comb from Fred Leighton. This is the perfect way to wear a tiara to a fashion event. It's simple and stunning and by wearing it backwards but still placed impeccably it provides just that bit of quirkiness to make it stand out. It's different in an interesting way not just for the sake of being different. Special mention should go to Léna Mahfouf who also wore a tiara very well at an event where we saw a lot of bad ones.
Princess Ingrid Alexandra of Norway's First Tiara
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The pandemic caused a bit of a backup in newly of age princesses wearing their first tiara so Princess Ingrid Alexandra's postponed 18th birthday celebrations provided not just her but also two other future queens their first opportunity to wear a tiara. The birthday girl wore a pearl and diamond tiara by Boucheron that belonged to her great-great-grandmother and was left to her by her great-aunt. I thought the Norwegian royal family did a great job of emphasizing the historical and emotional connection of Princess Ingrid Alexandra wearing the tiara and of course she looked great in it.
Princess Elisabeth of Belgium's First Tiara
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The biggest surprise in Norway was actually from Princess Elisabeth of Belgium, the Duchess of Brabant. She wore a new to the family tiara that is most likely one that was once owned by the Vestey family. The Belgian royals don't have a large jewelry collection and very rarely add new pieces so it was totally unexpected but very welcome.
Princess Catharina Amalia of the Netherlands' First Tiara
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Princess Catharina Amalia, the Princess of Orange, choose the Star Button Tiara for her first tiara outing. It was the one worn by her mother, Queen Maxima, on her wedding day so a very sentimental choice that she wore beautifully. Princess Catharina Amalia has spoken more than once about her love of tiaras so I'm very interested to see her explore the large Dutch collection in the future.
Sultanah Nur Diana Petra of Kelantan's First Tiara
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This summer Nur Diana was elevated to the rank of Sultanah or Queen of Kelantan and in November we finally saw her in her first tiara. She choose Queen Zainab's Diamond Tiara which features the state emblem of Kelantan. I think she'll wear this one the most in the future but hopefully she wears some of the other tiaras belonging to the Kelantan royal family too.
Le Bal
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There are usually tiaras at Le Bal des Débutantes in Paris every year but this year the official jeweler was an antique/estate jeweler with a huge collection of historical items instead of a contemporary jeweler which made the event so much more exciting. Six of the attendees wore a tiara or aigrette for the first time. In the top row are Leah Isadora Behn, Archduchess Sophia of Habsburg-Lorraine, and Wenhao Cai and the bottom row are Bristol Fales Hill, Princess Hélène of Orleans, and Princess Inayatinder Kaur of Patiala.
What was your favorite tiara moment of 2022?
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taraljc · 4 months
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The mental image of Sylvie giving Loki so much shit over his new outfit is giving me life right now.
"Are those pyjamas? Are you wearing pyjamas right now?”
"The last time I saw you, you walked through a rip in reality that closed behind you. How are you even here?"
"Well, I'm not. I mean I am but I'm actually also there."
She punched him in the bicep. "You seem solid enough to me so not a glamour."
"First of all, ow. Second of all it's not an illusion it's not duplication casting. I am genuinely here. But I'm also... there."
"You keep saying there but where is there? Because I tried to go back to the Citadel and there was nothing for the tempad to lock onto. It's just... gone."
"Not quite. Very nearly all of it is gone but there is a... chair."
“A chair.”
“Yes.”
“Is it a comfy chair?”
“Well no, it's not very. I mean it doesn't have any padding or cushions.”
“Is it made of wood?”
“I think it was before but now it's just sort of... metal.”
“Is it gold? Is the chair made out of gold?”
“I wouldn't say made out of exactly more like... gilded.”
“A fucking throne. After all this, after you swearing up and down that you weren't after a throne.”
“The irony is not lost on me.”
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starsvck · 2 years
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in honour of the met gala im going back to your idea you had last year about nat being invited but never going on the carpet until she has someone to show off and requesting PLEASE write this bestie😔🙏🏼
warnings: nat x reader, nothing bad, also i forgot about this request until now so i’m sorry that it’s so late 😭
There’s a nervous shake in your leg, jumping up and down beneath the long gown you’re wearing. On most occasions where you’re out with your wife, the attention has never bother you.
Given, Natasha has always shielded you from the paparazzi, but tonight’s different. Tonight, everyone’s eyes, Twitter and the whole universe of social media included, are on you. You and the dress that Miss Vivienne Westwood herself curated from her archive to help you fit the theme.
Gilded glamour.
You couldn’t even have fathom the idea of going to a fucking gala with your wife, let alone wearing a custom designer dress.
This was your life. Ten years ago, had you left the cafe a little earlier you would have never met the redhead who sat beside you.
With her composure straight and collected, you turn to share a look of worry. Her smoky eyes squinting with a smile when she faces you.
“Y’alright?” She asks, dragging a hand over your thigh.
You muster a smile, feigning innocence and gentility. But with the way Natasha cocks her head and settles her phone into her purse, you know she reads you all too well.
“Nerves?”
You sigh and nod. “Just a little.”
Natasha sweeps a rogue piece of hair, smiling gently as her green eyes stare right at you. “Just you and me remember?”
You nibble on your cherry red lips. “Aren’t you nervous as well? You’ve never been photographed until now and I don’t want you thinking that you have to do it for me—”
Natasha shakes her head as much as she could, afraid that she would ruin her stylist’s perfect work.
“Nonsense,” she says, a tone of offence almost talking to her voice. You know she’s not mad at you but she’s told you how it chips at her heart a little when you talk about yourself in a derogatory way. “It’s the perfect opportunity to show you off, Mrs. Romanoff.”
Your cheeks hurt from smiling but it’s the way it is. Natasha makes you feel like you’re the only thing in this world worth appearing for. Between her Avenging and her fame, privacy is something she values.
This is the very first time she would be breaking her own rules for you. The idea of having someone love you that much to sacrifice a value tugs at your heart, and when the car halts to a sudden stop, Natasha reminds you with a squeeze to your hand that she’ll be there every step of the way.
It’s just you and her. Through sickness and health. Even through the Met Ball.
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ilyasorokinn · 2 years
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gilded , andrei svechnikov
note, here is my contribution to the met gala world. the outfit inspo is from this year's theme (gilded glamour), so that's the year we're using (2022's met gala). here is y/n's outfit and the hair. and here's andrei's (imagine the tie as the same color as the dress). pair, andrei svechnikov x reader summary, andrei goes to his first met gala. warnings, none word count, 1142 words
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With the amount of fake hair in your head, you felt like you were gonna fall over if the wind blew too hard, "If I fall over..."
"I'll catch you." Andrei laughed.
"It's not funny. Do you know how much fake hair is in my head right now?" You told him.
"I'll be right there." He reassured, kissing your hand in fear of messing up the accessories adorning your head.
As you pulled up in front of the Met, your started wringing your hands nervously. Andrei noticed and reached over, putting his hand on top of yours.
"You're gonna do great." He kissed your hand again.
The door opened and Andrei got out first so he could help you out. An assistant who was with Celine, the brand that designed your dress, helped you as you got out of the limo, making sure the dress didn't get caught in anything.
You smiled and waved to the cameras as they snapped at a rapid pace. You slowly made your way up the stairs and into the main eye of all the cameras.
Andrei stood by your side, arm around your waist as he smiled and posed for pictures. This wasn't his first red carpet event, but it was his first Met Gala, and you knew he was secretly freaking out inside.
"You're doing great, just a little bit longer, then we can go." You reassured, running a hand up his back.
He smiled, kissing your head. He made his way up the stairs and stood at the top, waiting for you, out of the camera's way. You posed for a few more pictures, before following Andrei and walking up the stairs.
He helped you up and you were led over to where Emma Chamberlin was stationed. You gasped when you saw her hair, "Look at you."
"Look at you." She gasped.
"Your hair."
"I know. 7 hours."
"I think if I dyed my hair again, it would fall out." She laughed.
"Speaking of hair..."
"Yes."
"How much of it is fake?"
"More than half." You laughed, "No, but really. I was just telling Drei in the car, if I fall over, because it's so heavy, if I fall over, you better catch me."
"Is it really that heavy?"
"It's like having a checked piece of luggage on your head."
"I could never."
"This is definitely the first and last time."
"This isn't your first Met is it?"
"This is my second, and honestly, I feel so out of place." You laughed.
"Oh, me too." She nodded immediately.
"Like, I saw Blake Lively arrive in the hotel and a few minutes before I got here, I heard Kacey Musgraves was here."
"Um, I'm starstruck seeing you here."
"I'm Starstruck standing next to you."
"Oh, stop it." She laughed, "So, tell me, who is this?"
"This is custom Celine. I was looking up pictures on Pinterest, because I'm a Pinterest girly, and I was showing the designer, Francois LeFleur my ideas, but he cut me off very quickly and showed me a few designs he drew when he first heard I was working with them."
"What is this inspired by?"
"Well, I'm getting married this year." You beamed proudly, "So, it was wedding-dress inspired. And I'm a big fan of My Fair Lady, so Francois sort of took that has inspired and ran with it."
"And now, the fiancé is here." You stepped aside so Andrei could stand next to you, "You look quite snazzy."
"Thank you, you look beautiful too." Andrei complimented.
"Thank you. So, tell me a bit more about this outfit."
"This is also custom Celine."
"Ooh, matchy." She joked.
"Yeah, and I didn't want anything too flashy because I'm not the star of the show here and I didn't want to outshine Y/N, so we took inspiration from men in the gilded age."
"Well, you guys look amazing, as always, and I can't wait for the wedding."
"Thank you." You smiled, giving her a quick hug, "I'll definitely find you in there."
"Oh, me too." She nodded, waving as you were led off into the museum. She turned back to the camera and stared, wide-eyed, "I didn't want to outshine her." She fanned herself, "I want that."
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"My next guest is taking the acting world by storm as Emelia LaRue in season 2 of Bridgerton, please welcome Y/N Y/L/N." Drew Barrymore announced.
You walked out from behind the stage, waving to the crowd. When you saw Drew, you hugged her, "Oh, it's so nice to finally meet you."
"I know!" You squealed, sitting down in the chair across from you, "I think this is one of the first in-person interviews I've done since before the world crashed."
"Really? Well, I'm honored." You smiled, "This isn't your first in-person fancy event though, is it?"
"No." You shook your head.
"You went to the Met just a few weeks ago."
"Yes."
"And can I just say, you looked amazing?"
"Thank you, thank you." You smiled.
"And I watched the interview you did with Vouge, My Fair Lady?"
"My parents showed it to me at a young age, and since then, Audrey Hepburn has been one of my icons, both in fashion and in acting."
"Love." She nodded.
"So, I just knew I had to pay homage to that somehow."
"You looked absolutely gorgeous."
"Thank you."
"Can I ask about the wedding?"
"Yes." You smiled shyly, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear nervously.
"Do you guys have a date yet?"
"Sometime during hockey off-season."
"Right, hockey." She nodded.
"So, sometime in June or July?"
"And has planning started yet?"
"Honestly, I'm so scrambled with hockey and I have some upcoming projects, so I hired a wedding planner, and honestly, best decision I've ever made."
"And one more quick thing before we go to break, can we talk about hockey?"
"Of course." You nodded.
"Your fiancé, Andrei, his team is currently in the playoffs, right?"
"Yeah, the Canes are in the playoffs. Whoo!" You laughed.
"Go Canes!" Drew cheered.
"And I actually have a gift from the Canes for you."
"For me?" She gasped.
"Yes." You laughed. A backstage runner ran out and handed you the bag with the gift inside. You handed it to her and watched her open it.
She pulled back the tissue paper and passed out on the couch. She pulled the customized Barrymore Canes jersey out of the bag and gaped.
"Look at this."
"Now you can fully support the Canes."
"Thank you for this." She hugged you, "I'll wear this every game." She looked at the red and black jersey in her hands, "I think we need to take a break. I'm not done losing my mind." You laughed.
"All right, when we get back, we have a surprise of our own for Y/N. So, stay tuned."
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enmuslullaby · 1 year
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Grell Sutcliff x GN! Reader
TW: none, just fluff!
The sound of the orchestra blasted in my ears as I stood under the lush arch of crimson tulips and scarlet roses, watching the procession come down the aisle. First came Bard, Finny, Snake, and Ronald, all wearing matching light pink suits with a bit of gold trim. I grinned, waving at them as they proceeded past me to stand at the side, and they gleefully waved back. Right after them was Mey-Rin in her seashell-pink dress, bouncing joyfully down the aisle. She gave me a reassuring grin as she took her place on the left of me. Behind Mey-Rin was Ciel and Lizzie, both in baby-pink outfits. Lizzie cheerfully tossed red carnation petals around her as she walked down, while Ciel carefully held the velvet pillow steady in his arms, careful not to let the pair of gilded rings slide off the pillow to who-knows-where. 
And then she entered the room. 
With a great air of grace and elegance, Grell Sutcliff made her way down the aisle. At once, my vision narrowed, and I saw her, and only her. Stunning, perfectly curled crimson locks pulled into a high ponytail that cascaded below her shoulders. A cluster of hibiscus and red chrysanthemum flowers was clipped to the side of her head, and from it, a gauzy white lace veil flowed down to the petal-covered carpet like a trail of sparkling fairy dust. She wore a gorgeous layered red lace ballgown that glittered ever so gaily each time she took a step. In her elbow-length silk glove clad fingers, she held a flourishing bouquet consisting of edelweiss, fennel, ferns, red roses, hydrangeas, and honeysuckle. As she proceeded forward down the aisle, the gold chain heart pendant and her gold-set ruby earrings that she wore swayed gently, catching the light and gleaming boldly. 
At long last, Grell arrived at the front of the building, unlinking her arm from her escort, Sebastian. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the aforementioned demon butler graciously step aside, the gold buttons on his powder pink suit sparkling slightly. My full attention then turned to the strikingly stunning lady who’d just taken her place beside me. Up close, she looked even more mind-numbingly breathtaking. Her fiery eyeshadow brought out her glowing peridot-green eyes. A pair of gold-framed spectacles sat perched upon the gentle curvature of her nose. She needed no added blush, as the simple prospect of the current proceedings brought a sweet flush of colour to her cheeks.  
Grell turned to look at me, long eyelashes fluttering ever so slightly, rosy lips curving into a bright smile. The world melted away, becoming nothing more than a faded blur before her blessed radiance. The way the light bounced off her hair, the gentle glimmer of the rhinestones strewn in the lace of her dress, the dip of the sweetheart neckline to enticingly reveal a sliver of cleavage. Everything about her was just deliciously divine, an enchanting piece of pure heavenly glamour that I could not take my eyes off.  
I was snapped out of my trancelike state as Undertaker, clad in a crepe-pink suit, announced it was time for the vows. 
I went first. With a smile on my face, I recited, “I, Y/N L/N, will deeply cherish you, my darling Grell Sutcliff, as my wife forevermore. Through trials and tribulation, I promise to always defend our love valiantly, no matter the circumstance. You are my light and my life, the passionate flame to my heart. Till the end of the earth, I hereby vow that our love will remain strong.” 
Then, it was her turn. “I, Grell Sutcliff, will deeply cherish you, my dearest Y/N L/N, as my spouse forevermore. Without you, I would still be lost, drowning in my own insecurities and devastatingly deprived of all affection. But with you, I can stand here confidently as a beautiful young woman, and I love you so very much for that. I promise that our love will be everlasting.” She beamed, eyes aglitter.  
“The rings, please.” Undertaker requested, and Ciel walked forward, presenting the pair of rings on the velvet pillow. Taking Grell’s hand, I picked up a ring and slid it gently onto her ring finger, the brilliant-cut rubies set in the gold band shining brightly. She then took my hand and did the same, sliding the ring up so it fit snugly on my finger. 
“Now, you may k-“ Without letting Undertaker finish his sentence, Grell impatiently leapt forward and passionately connected her lips with mine, and the sweet scent of her perfume clouded my senses. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I dipped her backwards, deepening the kiss. I smiled into the kiss as Grell practically melted into my touch, kissing back fiercely like there was only the two of us in the whole universe. I could hear the whole room burst into applause as I reluctantly pulled away from the kiss, arms still encircling Grell’s waist. 
With a hearty laugh, Undertaker grinned. “Well, now, I pronounce you both to be officially married!” I watched as Grell’s face broke out into a massive toothy grin, rays of brilliant sunlight practically radiating off her bright smile. My heart leapt seeing her joyous expression, and I promised to myself that I would protect that smile, no matter the cost.
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Vil Schoenheit going to the Met Gala :
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Let's be honest, the Met Gala feels empty without the famous Vil Schoenheit
Attends every. Single. Year.
Starts doing his special skin care routine(special : the skin care routine he only does for this event) three months before and planning the outfit and makeup
Since majority of the celebs going to this event don't follow the theme, this isn't the case with Vil. In fact, its the opposite
Vil follows the theme religiously, even he didn't liked what it was, he is gonna be seen in a Prada outfit that fits Gilded Glamour perfectly, and so would his after party outfit. Rook's advice and opinion is definitely taken
The Vogue team and the public always looks forward to his arrival
Stands there for almost an hour for the photos to be taken. He should be every where
Judges the dresses of every single person that arrives and would make disapproval faces to those whose dresses he didn't liked
Since a lot of fashion designers attend, Vil surely walks out with signed or promised modeling contracts, and you can't convince me out of it
Despite the no photos rule once inside, Vil still make videos to give Rook and Epel updates.
It was going well till he sees Neige
Why is he here????
If Yuu is coming too, Vil will ensure that they look the best out of everyone
If they are his partner, then oh boy, they are done.
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lyriumsings · 1 year
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oh damn I was just wondering if I should ask if you took oc questions and I saw a post about you wanting to talk about them. so. this is your sign: free pass tell me whatever you want about whoever you want. I’d like to know stuff about them (please. thank.)
This ask has literally been sitting here for like a year and I can’t stop thinking about my infamous mc so i’m gonna use this as a sort of preview introduction lol so anon if you’re out there im so sorry lmaooo and i absolutely love asks about my brain blorbos or anything really ngl i’ll probably copy and paste all this information to their Official Art ™️
Name: Octavia “Tavvi” Blackwater
Stage name: Tavvi
Pronouns: they/she
Sexuality: Bisexual
Band name: Beneath the Challenger (BTC). Octavia came up with the name and it’s basically a metaphor for them being super depressed lmao. It comes from the Challenger Deep which is the lowest point on earth beneath the Mariana’s trench.
Vocal Insp: donna missal (pinnacle voice bc for them tbh), The pretty reckless, the haunt
Music Insp: The Pretty Reckless, The Haunt, (for all of these bands i have very specific songs that i plug in as BTC’s lyrics lmao i have a playlist for them that i basically hc as their songs), Bad Omens (Just Pretend is SUCH a seven x mc song and i hc it as BTC’s best song), Mothica (VICES tho), and Honey Revenge! Here’s their playlist it grows everyday lmao
Fandom: Aquanauts. I hc that Maya figured out the bands meaning and picked based on that, Octavia genuinely loves it and finds it cute. And somehow the fact that the name makes sense to what the band name is makes them feel very seen and comforted tbh
Ep: Under the Water
Favorite unreleased single: The Slowest Heart (Which i actually took from Gilded Lily bc that song has heavy Octavia x Seven vibes) They have “the slowest heart” tattooed on there left rib age side boob area lol Although I feel like if she wrote it it’d be closer to the sped up version and a bit angrier mixed with hurt but the lyrics are perfect)
Romance: Seven’s ex. Still has his initials and doesn’t bother to cover it. And they are harboring a very blatant crush on Orion that if they’re being honest about started specifically because Orion seems pretty unattainable and they have no actual expectations of that fantasy becoming a reality (at least at first). Some cute stuff about them and seven tho: I hc fans called them Seven8 cuz Octavia means 8 or i guess Setavia works but Seven8 is so cute to me. And that seven had them in his phone as “8” and Octavia had him as “7 Ducky”
Some backstory:
Octavia is biracial her mom is white and her dad is black (specifically has afro indigenous roots but he was a foster kid so very estranged from these cultures) does not have a good relationship with their parents at all. Their parents didn’t really want kids? Sort of had Octavia because that’s what they were “supposed” to do next after getting married. Octavia is very much just an item checked off a list in a lot of ways regarding them. Very much the type of people who probably shouldn’t have had a kid not because they didn’t provide physically but they’re just emotionally nonexistent and incredibly dismissive lol. So yeah, so she had a very lonely childhood.
They did lots of ballet/contemporary dancing and soft ball which she does still actually enjoy as hobbies presently, but for the most part she’s obsessed with music and making music. They have a bat from highschool that they call “Lucky Lucy” where for two separate games in a row she hit nothing but home runs with it. Now, she takes it to every show and makes everybody touch Lucky Lucy before performing.
Octavia is obsessed with old hollywood glamour and old movies/shows from that era— most specifically Audrey Hempburn. They have several references/quotes from her tattooed on them: “never throw out anyone” is a partial quote from “People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed and redeemed; never throw anyone out.” that they have tattooed directly under their S.D. tattoo which is my favorite lol and another is “i was born with an enormous need for affection, and a terrible need to give it.” probably on their opposite forearm from S.D. (There’s more but i gotta map them out.) They can do a transatlantic accent, and did so for many months as a teen to annoy their parents.
Lastly, romantic history: before Seven they had a girlfriend, Maria. Who was pretty much their polar opposite—very straight laced, serious, and structured but also incredibly sweet, polite, absolute wifey material—and honestly while she supported Octavia’s dream on a surface level she thought Octavia needed a more concrete plan for the future. They dated for about half of high school and split amicably when it became clear that Octavia wasn’t going to change/Octavia’s underlying feelings for Seven became a bit too obvious to ignore. They’re still in contact and friendly and Maria is married and has two kids.
Post Seven, Octavia had one serious relationship that was on and off for 8 months about a year after their initial split. It was bad. Incredibly toxic content warning type bad. Dean Clayton was the lead singer of another indie band Violet Vapors and was a general misogynistic piece of shit. It was a they just didn’t see the red flags until they were already in it type situation, bc no one advertises themself as a pos partner obvs. She doesn’t like to talk about it and borderline actively ignores it, but if they ever saw him again they’d probably take their bat to him tbh. Octavia is in a muuuuch better place now (comparatively speaking, which i mean the bar is in hell so do with that what ye will) still does drugs and drinks but it’s not nearly as bad as uhhh this era of their life.
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“You’re Perfect to Me”- Éowyn x GN! Reader.
From this ask.
Tw: misogyny, unrequited love, mentions of arranged marriage, flashbacks, mention of PTSD-like symptoms, conflict, non-sexual nudity.
Éowyn believed in two things. One: one’s worth is based on ones drive. And two: women were put upon the Earth to be tortured.
“Oh, my lady! Stop your fussing! This is the latest fashion that Her Highness, the Lady Arwen, wear herself.”
Éowyn scoffed as her handmaiden, Merlyn, ranted and raved about the Elf Queen and her selfless devotion to the King. Despite how envy wormed its way through her veins at the mention of the elf, she would not let it ruin her.
“Well, the Elven Queen can do as she may like but I shall not force myself through such gendered punishment! Fashion be damned, I will not wear the corset!” Éowyn glared at the exasperated forms of her personal servants, and roared in frustration when they approached her with the undergarment in question and forced her into it before draping her with the frills and laces that have long since become popular.
“Really, my lady, one might think you would welcome the steady life of a noblewoman, not detest it! All the celebrations and glamour seems absolutely bewitching.” Merlyn rambled as she brushed Éowyn’s golden hair and forced the woman to wear the multi layered garment of silk, cotton and heavy jewel embellishments.
Éowyn huffed and blew a stray strand of hair from her face.
“I feel like a show pony. Is that what the men of this time look for in a wife?”
Merlyn, with strained smile and a light smack to her lady’s shoulder, put the hair comb away and turned her attention to pinning and piling it up on her head.
“A good lady, and a good wife, must always look presentable. For her people, and yes, for her husband as well. You ought to be grateful with his Highness’s leniency. He could’ve married you off to a balding Lord instead. But there are many a rumour that he favours that Lord Faramir, so mayhap he will be your future Lord husband.”
Merlyn met her gaze briefly through the mirror, and despite the insubordinate behaviour of her servant, Éowyn knew she was, unfortunately, right. A different King would use her to ally himself with an another distant kingdom. A different king wouldn’t care for her feelings. A different king would not be as kind.
But then again, there is no other king like Aragorn.
“There!” Merlyn exclaimed happily, with a hint of pride in her voice, “You look like a vision! Come, we must have you in hall as soon as possible. Your guests may think you are a different lady.”
She was herded like a overdressed sheep being sent to the market, where a potential buyer might if and erm over whether to keep her for her wool or her meat. She felt humid and feverish yet too exposed. Her body ached as the corset misplaced her innards and pushed her chest up for everyone and their mother to gaze upon. Éowyn took little solace in the fact that there would be other debuting ladies. They were suited for the posh, frivolous and finicky life of a wife and mother. She was not. She had bruises and scars on her skin from sparring with her household guard, dirt under her nails from helping in the estate’s garden and callouses on her hands from the woodwork and smithy work she helped with in an attempt to grow the Rohan economy and state. She was different.
Or so she thought.
A double set of gilded silver and gold doors opened just as she approached and through the murmur of the noble crowd, she could vaguely hear the herald call out her entrance, vocalising her status and accomplishments. And as he did, the room stilled like a winter breeze slipped in and froze everyone in attendance.
“Introducing the noblewoman and host of tonight’s celebrations, the White Lady and Shieldmaiden of Rohan. The fair and noble Lady Éowyn of Rohan!”
Her appearance sparked waves of murmurs throughout the attendees. A thousand eyes locked onto her padded figure, causing bumps to erupt all over her skin as a shiver struck through her. Without focusing on any particular person in the hall, she gritted her teeth in what would pass as an amiable smile and spoke with the practiced elegance and grace from her lessons as a young girl. She was passed a goblet of warm summer fruit mead and she raised it as she spoke.
“Welcome all to my home! May our celebrations be joyous and long. May our chalices and plates never be empty. And may Rohan be alight with the festivities of our people! For Rohan! For the King!”
The hall thundered as her guests echoed back her latter statement, “For the King!” was ringing in her ears as she descended the short steps and was immediately offered an arm to drape herself on.
Said arm belonged to a rather attractive yet dull nobleman, Faramir the Crown Prince of Ithilien. Or as Éowyn’s handmaiden seemed to suggest, her future marital gaoler should she not found her own suitor. He beamed at her, kind grey eyes peeking out from underneath shaggy beige hair. From Éowyn’s dictionary, he could only be described as one thing: torturously average and boring. And definitely not her ideal husband.
Yet, Éowyn still looped her arm with his and allowed him to lead her around the hall to share pleasantries and acquaintances with the other attendees, weaving and meandering through the people with an end destination in sight: the Queen and King of the Reunited Kingdom. Her heart hammered away in her chest as she gazed upon Aragorn, whom was animatedly talking with his wife and a Merchant Lord from the Eastern borders of the kingdom. She noted how at ease he looked, how happy and calm his smile to be, and how he firmly but not too firmly had his arm around Arwen’s body, seemingly craving the El’s body on his all the time. Her skin paled further yet no one noticed due to the thick paste smoothed over her exposed flesh. Another elven fashion trend, she supposed.
Faramir, ever the honourable man bound by duty and loyalty, guided her to the royals’s orbit and offered the King a gratuitous grin in greeting. Her male companion removed himself from her person and surged forward to clasp Aragorn’s one hand with the both of his, leaving her to stand by herself as she sized up the Elven Queen in front of her. After a beat of anxious time, Éowyn graced Arwen with a deep and respectful curtsy, staying low to the ground until a brief touch upon her shoulder released her.
“My good Lady Éowyn, you need not lower yourself to me. Not when I am but a guest in your home. And certainly not when I am your most gracious friend. Rise, so that I may embrace my friend.”
The human woman felt her heart weep further for no matter how she felt about the man who confounded her thoughts, the humble Aragorn himself, the Lady Arwen smiled and was kind to her, as if they were equals. As if they hadn’t loved the same man.
On shaking legs, Éowyn all but stumbled into Arwen’s arms with a guarded smile and was pressed into the Elven woman’s chest, inhaling the subtle smell of flowers and misty woods that provoked an old memory of a small babbling broke that she visited with her brother when they were children. No wonder Aragorn was drawn to her. Who wouldn’t be? She was the epitome of comfort.
“Your Highness, I must thank you for blessing my home with your presence and I am honoured that you consider me your friend. Please, let us promenade and leave the men to talk trade and war. We woman put our minds to better topics.” Éowyn forced out her practiced lines, despite how she ground her teeth out of frustration. Arwen pursed her lips, relinquishing her grasp on the other woman as her eyes darted to her husband and his friend, the two men happily engrossed in their own miniature world.
“I admit, when I was first informed of the lack of influence I had as a Queen to men, I was shocked and fought to change that. And I believed that you, my friend, was of a similar want as I in this regard.”
Éowyn wore her confusion on her face as Arwen pondered out loud.
“My apologies, Your Highness, but I do not understand your proposition?”
“Ah”, Arwen said, locking eyes with her female companion. “It is I who should apologise for being vague. I meant that you are unsuited for the life of an idle lady, as evidenced by your time acting as Dernhelm and your subsequent collision with the Witch King. It is not in your nature to relinquish control to your supposed superior. I, too, am of that belief and I admire your strength. “
Her blood seemed to slow in her veins as a muffled sheet was layered over her thoughts. Unable to answer Arwen after the mention of her proudest and most sensitive memory. A ringing echoed in her ears, sounding eerily similar with the clash of steel on steel. And within the murmurs of her guests, there seemed to be the cries of soldiers. The shadows of the hall seemed more prominent too, like they were deepened and thicker- slowly coming together to form a tall dark visage with sharp angular features forming a dark twisted crown. The crown of-
“-wyn? Éowyn? Are you alright? You seem to be quite flustered.”
Like the sun’s rays breaking through a thick canopy, Aragorn’s voice broke through the smog of Éowyn’s own mind. Unable to keep her focus in the present, she mumbled out a weak excuse about needing air as she whisked herself away in a flurry of skirts and untucked hair.
She scrambled through a series of corridors before breaching the private inner courtyard of her estate. Here the air was fresh and chilly and almost stagnant around the stables and flower beds, yet the constant crushing pressure of of the damned corset shortened her breath and the thick layers of cloth swaddled her overheated body. She needed to be free of it. To feel comfortable in the simple clothing that men were blessed to wear.
Éowyn perched herself on the edge of the newly established fountain, using the dull moonlight to guide her movements as she clawed at the ties at her back. She managed to hook a lacy rope and pulled. As she pulled the outer dress from the top of body to her hips, a small shuffle in the shadows of the stables pulled her attention away. Her hand moved before her brain could register that exact moment.
There was a pitiful whimper the moment after her dagger thumped against the wood in the stable. Then silence.
Éowyn quickly discarded the rest of her outer dress before marching towards the stable in her undergarments, including the blasted corset and full leg stockings. One of her hands slipped another dagger from a hidden holster around her thigh and she brought it up in front of her, her mind becoming more conflict wary.
And as she crossed from the the courtyard into the musty stables, she calls out.
“Who goes there? Reveal yourself!”
There was a squeak of shock and perhaps embarrassment as Éowyn edged closer to its source, which so happened to be you.
The moonlight was funnelled through the cracks and gaps of the roof, casting a greyish hue across your rightfully petrified face. Whilst she did not recognise you, she felt at ease and lowered the dagger in her hand, placing it back into its sheath on her thigh. Éowyn then stood straighter, or as straight as she could make herself be when the corset was digging into the soft flesh of her waist whilst trying the best to ignore the state of her indecency.
“Who are are you and what are you doing at the stables at this time of night? And why aren’t you moving from your position?”
Her demanding voice echoed through the still air as you gaped at her and struggled to come to terms with the fact that the Lady of Rohan, the Lady Éowyn, was standing before you in her undergarments, in the stables.
“Me? What am I doing here? I’m the stable hand of the King! I look after his horses, so I belong in the stables! What about you , my Lady! Why are you here and why are you in such a state? Are you hurt? Should I call for the guards? Should I get the King himself? And couldyoupleasetakeyourdaggerbackitspinningmetothewall.”
Éowyn furrowed her eyebrows as you rambled off to her, not quite understanding the last thing you said until she caught the glimmer of her dagger pinning you back by piercing your sleeping shirt.
“Oh.”
In two long strides, the noblewoman arrived at your side and yanked her dagger from the wooden beam not yet returning it to its designated sheath. She then turned to you and looked you up and down, refusing to leave a detail out.
As Éowyn stared you down in silence, your face was heavily flushed as you refused to look at the honourable lady.
“You. I need your help. Here, cut me free.”
Your face whipped around to meet her bored, yet slightly curious stare as she forcibly hands you her dagger and turns around, presenting her laced up corset back. You sputter and try to make excuses but a quick glare from the corner of her eyes sobers you up. So with shaky hands, you delicately and slowly cut through the expensive strands of the corset ties as your mind is flooded with anxious and confused thoughts.
As soon as the last strand was cut, you dropped the dagger which hit the cobbled floor with a clatter and whirled around as to not see any more exposed skin. If you did, you were pretty sure you may die.
A scoff echoed from behind you before Éowyn gruffly spoke out an order.
“Go grab me a spare shirt if you can’t stomach a bit of skin.”
With feverish nodding you rushed off to where you stashed you belongings in the stables, grabbing the nicest and cleanest shirt you had before returning to the noblewoman as quickly as you had left. You squawked when you saw that the corset had indeed revealed the bare skin of Éowyn’s back and in your flustered panic, you chucked the clothing at her and spun around with an even redder face.
“There you go, my Lady!”
If she noticed that your voice was several octaves higher, she didn’t mention it.
There was a rustle of movement and a thud as Éowyn discarded the corset and slipped the spare shirt onto her torso. The smell of fresh hay and earthy pine needles flooded her nostrils and she resisted the urge to sneeze as she turned back around to you. She cleared her throat before speaking.
“I’m clothed now. Thank you.”
You stammered out an acceptable response, slowly turning to face her.
“It was my honour, my Lady. Anything to help the kind peoples of the kingdom. Even if that means giving the clothes right off my back without hesitation! I would do anything for His Highness-”
Éowyn noticed the pride and admiration edge into your voice as you spoke about the limits of your loyalty to the crown and its people. She huffed at the mention of Aragorn, an action that didn’t escape your notice as you slowed down and turned to her in curiosity.
“My Lady? Have I said something to upset you?”
She cocked an eyebrow at your sudden trajectory change, noting how your awkwardness has dissipated over the course you ranted about the greatness of Aragorn.
“I do not think it wise to speak so enthusiastically about a man you hardly know. You do not know what I and others know.”
Your eyebrows shot up and your mouth was set in a firm line.
“What informs your opinion of the King, my Lady?”
“It…confounds me that he should be so focused on Elvish relations. First a treaty, next an alliance, and then-“
“And then a wife? My lady, I do not wish to act above my station but-“
“Then do not speak.”
Éowyn speaks curtly, unsure of herself and why she feels so comfortable with your presence. She has lost herself and begins to walk away from you, hoping to slink into the main building with her bedchambers her determined destination.
“Good bye, stable hand. Speak of this to anyone, I’ll have your head on a spike atop the main gate for slander.”
It was silent behind her. Éowyn presumed you were frozen by fear from her statement until your voice echoed out, quite loudly.
“My Lady Éowyn!”, she stills. “I don’t know much about the nobility and their world, that is true. But what I do know is that you are perfect to me and that anyone else would be fools to not see it!”
A rush of red floods her face as she quickly rushes away without so much as a peep in response to your claims.
And when she rests that night, she thinks that just maybe, just maybe her heartbreak could be healed.
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