#favorite pow outfits
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An endless list of my favorite outfits worn by the Princess of Wales (76/∞):
Visiting Trench Town, Kingston during the Royal Tour of the Caribbean, on March 23rd 2022, wearing:
Vintage 1950s striped sundress in teal blue, yellow and red
Russell and Bromley ‘Impulse’ slingback court shoes
Maria Black ‘Cha-Cha’ pearl drop and gold hoop earrings
Lashawndla Bailey-Miller ‘She’s Royal’ stainless steel, gold-plated cuff
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Best Kept Secret
chapter four : sarad'ika (RE-UPLOAD)
ao3 link ✿ series masterlist ✩ main masterlist ✧
pairing : bodyguard!Din Djarin x afab!princess!reader
rating : 18+ mdni
word count : 6.8k
summary : you finally get a chance to see the gardens
warnings, etc. : language, panic attacks, general kodo grossness
A/N : i had to change accounts so this is a re-upload of my ongoing fic bks!!
Sarad'ika.
You won’t forget it this time, you can’t. So you write it in your book, just under Mando’s favorite color you write the two little words that have been keeping you up at night. Once you get that out of the way you’re left alone in the quiet, wide expanse of your room. You have about ten seconds of time alone with your thoughts before you get restless.
You need a change of scenery, and fast, because it’s taking every single ounce of restraint you have left to not stick your hand back up your dress, lock yourself in your room for the rest of the week, and think about that stupid, stupid dream. Opening the curtains you could see the sun starting to come up, so you pulled the rope that summons the girls because you desperately need a bath. You need to get rid of this dirty feeling that envelops you.
His phantom touch lingers on your skin. He had been so real, you swear you’ll have bruises on your waist when you undress.
Elaine and Lysa can’t get here fast enough, but when they do you’re already halfway out the door.
“Fresher, bath, now.” You’re still rocking a thin sheen of sweat and your mouth is dry. Lysa doesn’t seem thrown by your tone but you have to shoot Elaine a pleading look to make sure she doesn’t ask.
“Yes ma’am.” Elaine guides you into the fresher and quickly starts undoing your dress, while Lysa draws the bath. You know your entire body tenses up the moment she starts unlacing your bodice, thank the gods she doesn’t comment on it. You waste no time, the moment you’re free from your garments you step into the bath, you’re still not used to cold bathes like this, back on Hoth you’d pull from hot springs down in the planet's core to heat your water. But you couldn’t be more thankful for the cold now because it seems to be cooling the fire that lingers in your stomach. The girls retreat back to your chambers to prepare your outfit for the day.
“Not green.” You manage to squeak out as you sink lower into the bubbles. Watching them go. Alone with your thoughts again. Focus on something else. Don’t think about the Mandalorian. Think about how unnecessarily big this tub is. It’s less of a bathtub and more of a small pool honestly, you could swim laps in here. You float yourself over to the edge of the tub to find a washcloth, you need to scrub off any imaginary touches that might linger on your skin. You start at your shoulders, your mind manages to stay empty until you get to your chest. Then he’s there again, clear as day, so you try to think about something else, think about the least sexy thing you can, the first thing that comes to mind.
Your husband.
Yikes.
Surprisingly that works. You think about Kodo and the ache between your legs vanishes completely until you actually have to wash there. Gods, the last thing you need to do is start touching yourself here and now and have one of the girls walk in, so you make it quick, squeeze your eyes shut and shove the washcloth between your thighs and don’t think about him.
But you can’t get away from him, after a moment you open your eyes slowly and it’s like he’s right in front of you.
Fuck he’s actually right in front of you. The door to the fresher is wide open and it’s like he’s frozen in time, one hand on his blaster, the other on the door handle. His visor fixed on you.
He lingers way too long, you both know it.
Finally, in sync you both seem to snap out of it. He immediately turns ninety degrees to stare at the wall. You know he’s apologizing but you can’t hear him over the ringing in your ears as you feel your face turning crimson. You’re doing everything in your power to cover yourself with the bubbles but you know he definitely saw something, for Makers sake he was ogling you for a second there. There is a beat where it’s silent, you’re staring at him and he’s staring at the wall and finally you find your voice.
“Get out!” You’re covering your chest with one hand as you point at the door with the other. It might be the first time you’ve ever seen him stumble, Elaine walks in as he’s rushing out, wordlessly brushing past her, her eyes go wide as she turns from him to you. Your head is in your hands now. “I think I’m done.” She wraps you in a towel as you stand. She’s grabbing another towel to dry your hair as she extends a hand to help you step out. Guiding you to a stool and sitting you down, humming softly as she pats your hair dry. So much for the cold helping, now it feels like your entire body is on fire.
“He was just worried.” She says it matter of factly and you whip your head around to stare at her.
“What?”
“He was worried about you. We were in the closet when he barged in, all he saw was your bedroom doors wide open, and an absence of you. By the time I stepped out into the hall he was throwing doors open.” She smirks as she turns you back around so she can finish drying you off.
“He should have knocked…” You grumble as you cross your arms in front of your chest.
“Go easy on him, it’s the first time in what? Three weeks? Four weeks? He’s never been in a situation where he’s shown up to retrieve you and you weren’t there, he probably thought you were spirited away in the few hours he wasn’t keeping an eye on you.” Once your hair is mostly dry she starts loosely braiding it.
“I’m capable of surviving an hour without him.” You huff, you know she’s probably right. And there is a small part of you that kind of likes how much he seemingly cares.
“You’re his responsibility. I think it’s sweet how he takes his job so seriously.”
“Of course you think it’s sweet, he doesn’t follow you around like he’s your shadow.” You mumble but she laughs it off.
“Come on, Lysa is probably alone with him right now and freaking out, so we better not keep her waiting.” She covers you with a robe and takes you by the arm, ushering you back to your chambers.
You didn’t know it was possible to look ashamed through so many layers of metal and fabric, but there he is, standing outside your quarters like always except now he’s strung-out. You swear you catch his fingers clenching into a fist for a moment before brushing past him to get dressed, Elaine closing the door behind you before rushing over to Lysa. You’re standing in front of the mirror now and you can see them whispering to each other, you don’t bother trying to get involved when you see Lysa suppress a giggle.
They dress you in a lightweight pink gown, you’re thankful that they seemed to pick up on your distaste for heavy makeup as they do it much more simply, and before you can stop them they’re leaving. And now you have to sit and stare at yourself in the vanity, putting off the inevitable. It was going to be hard enough facing him without the whole bath incident but now it feels a thousand times worse. But you can’t put this off forever so you might as well get over it. Gritting your teeth you open the door and step out, before you can even look at him he’s rambling.
“I’m so sorry, I thought something might have happened to you, I assumed the worst and it was stupid and I should have knocked but I was worried and I promise I didn’t see anything and-” He stares at the floor the entire time and his words are rushed and quiet.
“Stop.” You cut him off. You had been prepared to let him grovel but the moment you heard how genuinely distressed he sounded you had decided to forgive him. You didn’t even know it was possible for him to sound so rattled, he’s acting like he saw a ghost.
“Stop?” He sounds like he’s got way more speech prepared and honestly, you don’t wanna hear it.
“It’s fine. It was an honest mistake and I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Okay.” He hesitates for a moment. “But I am sorry.”
“Stop it.” You glare at him but start walking in the opposite direction of the library. “But… if you’re really sorry I know how you can make it up to me.”
“Anything.” Well you were gonna ask him to take you to the gardens but if he was offering up anything. It’s almost like he can read your mind because he immediately shoots you a warning look. “Within reason.” Damn it. Gardens it is.
“I believe you still have a promise to fulfill?” You stop at the fork in the hallway, no longer sure of where you’re going. It takes him a second to realize what you’re implying but after a moment he nods towards the right and walks slightly ahead of you instead of trailing behind.
By the time you make it outside and to the forest trail neither of you have spoken. There’s still an oppressive tension looming over you both. You can’t look at him and seemingly he can’t look at you.
Of course in your case it’s because last night he had stared in your own personal porno and in his case he just saw you naked and you just so happen to be married to the guy who pays his salary.
Maker, is this even salvageable at this point? Do you want to salvage this?
You have to. This is all you have. Even if you hate him, (although you’re not even sure if that’s still true) even if some small part of you is attracted to him, (you also aren’t sure that part is all that small anymore) even if he saw your tits this morning, (he definitely did.) He’s all you’ve got at this point. So yes, you want to salvage this. All you have to do is say something, if you say the right thing you can fix this whole mess. If you say the wrong thing he might never be able to look at you ever again but that has to be a risk you’re willing to take and your mind moves faster than your mouth as you blurt out what might be the dumbest thing you could possibly say right now.
“Are we friends?” Gods, are you a child? He doesn’t stop walking, doesn’t stop to look at you. His stride never wavers as he continues marching down the trail.
“I don’t have friends.” Well shit. Big surprise the guy who’s paid to spend time with you doesn't consider you a friend. “But, you are probably the closest thing I have to a friend. Even if you don’t have a choice in the matter of my presence.” He finally turns to look at you. Maker, he sounds genuine, why is your heart fluttering, he called you a friend, it doesn’t get less sexy than that. “Am I your friend?” Did his voice just crack? You’re imagining things.
“Well, I talk to you more than anyone else, I spend more time with you than anyone else, so I suppose you’re also the closest thing I have to a friend.” You’re about to say something snarky to make your statement less mushy but you step out of the trees and your eyes go wide.
It’s nothing like they say it is in books. You’d always imagined a garden to be one big mass of the same shade of green but it’s so much more than that. There’s so many different greens, they all stick out, and there’s so many other colors, nothing back on Hoth that compared to this. You’d all but forgotten about Mando as you just gawked. It was massive, you could probably spend all day walking and never step on the same spot twice. There’s so much you don’t even know where to start.
You didn’t even know real flowers could be that brightly colored. You’d only ever owned fake flowers growing up because nothing would grow in the cold, the sharp hues of your plastic lilies would look pathetic next to these. These were alive, they swayed in the wind. Bugs flew through the petals. Everything felt alive. Up until this point you had not found one part of this planet that you liked more than home, but this was better than anything you’d ever had a chance to see.
“Does it live up to your expectations?” He’s next to you now, you don’t understand how he’s looking at you and not the field, you can’t tear your eyes off of it. You want to hug him. Well, no, that would be inappropriate, but you’re so thankful you almost don’t care.
All things considered you probably shouldn’t even be alone with him at this point with your combined track record the only things that happen when you’re in the same vicinity are arguments. And now nudity. But you’re so happy you don’t give a shit. You’re so happy that when he holds his arm out to you, you take it without a second thought and let him lead the way.
You wonder if you’ve been this happy since you arrived. Have you been happy at all since you found out you were promised to Kodo? You can’t recall. He’s very thorough, he makes sure you get to see everything, every flower, vine, leaf and root. Everytime he stops in front of something so you can get a good look he waits until you move first, to make sure you’ve had your fill of every single thing. When you ask him questions about the flora he seems almost embarrassed that he doesn’t have answers for you. It’s kind of cute. You don’t know how long you stay like that, arm in arm. You don’t even hear him when he finally speaks, you’re completely captivated by a butterfly.
“What?” It isn’t the usual tone you take with him, there’s a warmth to your tone that you typically reserved for people back home.
“I asked if you wanted to play a game.” Well you certainly weren’t expecting that.
“What kind of game?” You can’t help but be skeptical, even though you don’t think he’d try and ruin your good mood and you want to trust him. This just seems out of character for him.
“Well, since we’re almost friends with each other, I thought we might get to know each other better. That’s what friends do, they know things about each other.” His voice is casual and he sounds almost relaxed. It suits him. And he’s right, friends should know each other.
Friends are good. Friends are safe. Friends don’t have sex dreams about each other. You should be friends. That’s the safest thing to be, and it would be nice to have a friend.
“So what… we just ask each other questions? That doesn’t sound like a game, it sounds like a conversation.”
“Sounds like someones scared of losing.” He looks straight ahead as the two of you begin walking towards what appears to be a lake, there’s a gazebo next to it and a few other things you can’t make out in the distance. You can’t help but scoff.
“Fine. What are the rules?”
“It’s simple, we ask each other questions but you can choose not to answer, you can pass. First person to pass on three questions loses.” Well this seems easy enough, and he’s so secretive you’ll win without a doubt.
“Okay, but I get to go first.”
“Of course.” Is he smiling under the helmet? He probably has a nice smile. Is that something friends think about each other? Who cares, you can let this one thought slide, it's innocent enough. you hesitate for a moment, why not start simple.
“Where are you from?”
“Pass.”
“You can’t be serious.”
“Deadly serious.” His tone is still light so you know you haven’t struck a nerve. How odd.
“Okay so wait, what do I get if I win? Since it’s obvious I’m going to.” That gets a genuine chuckle from him. It’s nice. It’s not as bassy as his voice is, but it’s still low, raspy and authentic. You want to hear it again.
“What do you want?”
For you to grope me in front of a mirror?
Well friends don’t certainly ask friends for that. What did you want?
“I want a question.”
“Well that just doesn’t make sense princess, we’re playing a question game.”
“No, the winner gets to ask the other person a question and they have to answer. No passing.” You know you have a smug look on your face, you already know what you’re going to ask. He thinks about it for a long time, long enough that you’re worried that he might say no.”
“Okay. Deal. Where are you from?” You’ve reached the gazebo now and you both take a seat. You rest your arms on the railing so you can stare at the lake.
“Hoth.”
“I didn’t know Hoth could sustain life.”
“We live underground, why did you take this job?” You kind of expect him to pass again but he answers without missing a beat.
“I needed the credits. This was the highest paying job.”
“Why did you need money?” You pull your eyes away from the water to look at him, you’re kind of surprised to find his helmet already facing you and not the scenery, it’s gorgeous here.
“It isn’t your turn.” He asks again before you can protest. “What’s your family like?” You consider passing but it could be worse.
“I have eight siblings and I’m really close with them. Well I was. I never got that close with my parents, small colony royalty, they liked to act like they were above it all so in our colony of less than 500 people who had nothing to do, we had nannies.” You can’t help but roll your eyes at the memory. He nods slowly but doesn’t ask for a follow up so you just ask your next question. “Did you like being a bounty hunter?”
“I don’t really feel anything towards it. It was work, I didn’t hate it, I didn’t love it. I was just good at it.” He doesn’t even have his usual tone of arrogance, he says it like it’s a fact. “Did you choose to marry him?”
“Pass.” You respond way too quickly, and you know you’re practically giving him the answer by passing. But you don’t want to say it, don’t want him to feel sorry for you. “When do you eat and drink?” He chuckles again, Maker, you want to marry that laugh, you want to make love to that laugh, you want to bury yourself alive and die in that laugh. Nope, that’s not a normal thing friends think about each other you fucking weirdo.
“When you aren’t looking.”
“What? That doesn’t make any-”
“No follow up questions.”
You play for a long time, going back and forth until the sun is much lower in the sky. It’s exhilarating to have a real conversation go on this long, the two of you don’t even argue (for the most part.) He tells you so much about himself that you can hardly remember all of it, you keep a mental list of your favorite things.
“Did you really read the Smitten Paladin?”
“Yes.”
“Do you have a little straw in your helmet so you can drink stuff?”
“No.”
“Do you sweat a lot in all those layers?”
“Sometimes.”
“Is your name really Mando? Cause that’s, like, super convenient if it is.”
“It’s not.”
“What is your name?”
“Pass.”
“What color is your hair?”
“Brown.”
Now you’re tied, whoever passes next loses. You had passed earlier when he had asked if you wanted the rest of your books back. Cocky son of a bitch. When you had asked if he had read them all he responded with, “ Not yet.” You need to win. So you think long and hard until you come to a question you’re sure he won’t answer.
“Where are your quarters?” You give him a satisfied smirk, let's see him worm his way out of this one.
“Why do you want to know?”
Yikes. He’s got you there. Do friends usually ask friends where they sleep? Doesn’t matter, you’re so close to the win that you just deflect.
“Are you gonna pass?”
He takes a minute. A long minute, just staring at the lake, and you’re ready to accept the win when he points out past the water.
“There’s a cabin just on the edge of the pond. I live there.”
You’re so shocked he actually answered that you don’t even care that he didn’t pass, you squint and sure enough there it is, you’re surprised you didn’t see it before but it blends in so well with the trees. There’s a small cabin by the edge of the water. You have a million follow up questions but of course he cuts you off before you can ask any of them.
“What did you mean when you said I was your least favorite?”
Shit. You can’t believe he remembers that. Gods you don’t want to lose, and you can’t bring yourself to lie because you would always know your win wasn’t real and there’s no satisfaction in that. So you sigh.
“My first couple of days here I was very bored so I made a list of my favorite people here.” You can feel your face getting hot. He must be getting used to seeing you get red like this, it practically happens hourly at this point. “You used to be on the bottom of the list but now you aren’t.”
“Where am I now?” There is no hurt in his voice, just speculation. He’s leaning closer to you now. You can’t help but close your eyes and just enjoy his smell for a fleeting moment. Smoke, metal, and fresh linen. That last one is a bit shocking, he must have other flight suits that all look the same.
“No follow up questions.” You smirk. “How did you know I left my room that one night I snuck out to the library if you live across the lake?”
“Pass.” You don’t even get to enjoy the win because you’re a little disappointed that you don’t get to know the answer. “You win princess.” He stands and holds out his arm again and you quickly take it as you start walking back in the direction of the trail. When had it gotten so dark? The sun was nearly set and you’d hardly even noticed. You’d spent the whole day out here.
You want to ask your question immediately but the moment you open your mouth he speaks.
“We should do this more often.” He sounds so carefree, it catches you off guard
“The game?”
“No, but we can do that as well if you’d like, but I meant getting out of the castle.” Honestly the thought of being out more often thrills you, you just aren’t sure what the rules for that are since you married into the royal family.
“I would love to get out to the garden more often.” You whisper it, almost just to yourself.
“Not just the garden. Have you ever seen the rest of this planet?”
“No.” You haven’t even been off of the royal grounds.
“Okay, new deal. On the first day of the week we go somewhere, even if it is just the gardens.” Your heart skips a beat. He has a day now, just like Kodo, Mando has his own day. You wish you could keep the dopey grin off your face.
“Deal.”
You don’t speak until you're back inside the castle, you don’t even speak when you walk through the halls, you’ve finally found a comfortable silence with each other. You do of course unlink your arms, you don’t know why you both feel the need to pull away at the same time. After all you’re just friends, but you do anyway. Now you’re at the door to your chambers and Leo is waiting for you, impatiently tapping his foot.
“You didn’t attend any of your meals.” His voice is short, clearly upset with you. You give him an apologetic look, and you are hungry.
“Sorry… I guess I just lost track of time, if you bring dinner to my chambers I’ll eat now.” Normally you’d just go to the dining hall but you want one more moment alone with Mando. Leo eyes the two of you but takes his leave.
“As you wish, ma’am.” As he begins walking away you turn back to your steel companion.
“You owe me one more question.” You grin up at him. You wish you could see if he was smiling too.
“Ask away, princess.” He puts his hands on his hips as the helmet turns down towards you.
“What does sarad'ika mean?” You say a silent prayer that this doesn’t ruin the perfect day you’ve had. He doesn’t respond or move for quite some time. Your stomach is in knots and you start mentally cursing yourself out for bringing this up again. But he clears his throat and when he does speak it’s so unexpectedly gentle you almost take a step back.
“In Mando’a, sarad means flower, or bloom, and ika means little.”
Little flower.
He had called you little flower.
You don’t think friends call each other little flower.
You honestly aren’t sure what to say so you just sort of nod, but you don’t want him to feel like he upset you so when you open the door to your room you turn back towards him one last time.
“Thank you Mando. I had a really nice day.”
“Good night princess.”
“Good night.” You close the door.
You wish he had called you sarad'ika again.
✩
The next three cycles are the best you’ve had so far.
You don’t talk about your question and honestly that’s fine because you still aren’t sure how you feel about it. But being friends with Mando is nice, once you convince him that you aren’t going to bolt the second he looks away you actually get him to read a few books, you’re surprised he never picked something up until now considering how much time you two actually spend in the library. You stick with your fiction novels and are surprised to find how much he enjoys history books. He's a fast reader and matches your pace of a book or two a day.
But it’s the fifth cycle of the week. Which means you’re dolled up in blue and you have dinner with your husband tonight. You haven’t seen Kodo since your last dinner when he humiliated you so you aren’t exactly excited. Something tells you Mando isn’t all that thrilled either, he’s quiet today. He’s always quiet until you get him going but you aren’t feeling chatty today so neither is he. You both read in silence for as long as you can until finally you can’t put it off any longer and you loudly slam your book shut and stand.
“We should probably get going.” You smooth out the wrinkles in your dress from sitting so long. He doesn’t speak, only nodding as he stands, setting his book down on top of yours. You begrudgingly make your way down the hall and are thrown off by the amount of noise coming from the dining hall, when Mando opens the large doors for you you’re shocked to see nearly a dozen men eating, Kodo is seated at his typical spot, the head of the table and he stands as he sees you.
“Wife! So good of you to join us! I thought I’d invite some of my brothers and cousins to dine with us tonight.” He’s just as drunk if not drunker than he was last time and much to your discomfort the rest of the men don’t seem much different. Taking a nervous step inwards Mando starts to close the doors once the two of you are inside. “One moment Mandalorian, you won’t be needed tonight. Afterall, it’s just family.” There’s suddenly ice in your veins. You spent so much time trying to get rid of him you hadn’t thought about what would happen when he wasn’t there to protect you.
“I’ve sworn myself to her, I’ll stay” A chill runs up your spine. You’d gotten so used to his voice being lighthearted and gentle that it sends a jolt through you to hear him speaking so sternly. You don’t recognize the tone, even from your first few days with him. More importantly, when the hell did he swear himself to you? Was that a part of the job Kodo was paying him to do? It seems a bit severe for a bodyguard gig.
Kodo doesn’t seem in the slightest affected by the inflection of his voice even though the other men in the room look wary.
“I insist, Mandalorian. Take the night off.” He holds his cup towards the two of you before he sits back down and starts rambling to the men, seemingly picking up where he left off on some sort of hunting story. You turn, your eyes wide with worry towards Mando, you want to beg him to stay, you want you grab him by the shoulders and plead with him to not leave you alone but you know that he can’t. Even if he wanted to. It’s not like he can fight every royal family member, all the staff, and the half dozen battle droids that trailed behind Kodo. He turns to leave and you turn back towards the table but before he opens the door you hear him whisper just loud enough so only you can hear it.
“I’ll be right outside. Nothing’s gonna happen to you.” And then he’s gone, the doors close with a loud thunk and you pull up a chair.
Surprisingly Mando’s promise helps you relax, you sip your wine and you don’t have too bad of a time. It’s a miracle that the presence of all of Kodo’s relatives is a bit of a blessing. Sure, the room being full of men originally was absolutely terrifying but they keep his attention off of you and you quickly realize that they’re too scared to even look at you, you don’t understand that bit for a while until in an instant it clicks.
You’re Kodo’s.
He calls you wife because that’s all you are. You belong to him, therefore it would be an insult to Kodo to leer at you. As disheartening as that is, it's a bit of a relief and you’re able to enjoy most of your dinner until the servants come around and take your plates, which is a welcome sight because it means you can leave. Funnily enough you miss Mando standing behind your shoulder. You feel almost empty without him looming although you suppose you’re bound to feel that way after spending four full weeks by each other's sides. You’re eager to get back to him, to feel the safety of his presence and you’re about to stand up and leave when Kodo’s voice fills the room, commanding the attention of everyone present.
“Isn’t she just a gem?” In the blink of an eye everyone's heads are turned towards you. “Such a pretty little thing,” His grin is viscous and the way he says it makes your skin crawl. “aren’t you princess?” You hate the way it sounds coming from his mouth, and not in the same way you “hate” it when Mando says it. You detest the way Kodo says it.
But he’s so drunk a small wind could knock him over. You can handle this. If you can tease a Mandalorian you can subdue a douche bag prince.
“Thank you, my prince.” You bite back the venom that inevitably tries to seep out.
“Don’t you all think she’s lovely?” Once everyone's eyes are on you, you feel less confident. You wish he would just go back to calling you bland as the men nod and hum in agreement. You feel sick. It’s like having dinner with a dozen Kodo’s, they all have the same dull blonde hair and unpleasant voices. You’re preparing to leave again when what you assume is a cousin speaks up. He looks like he has a few years on Kodo and you know that the prince is the eldest of his brothers.
“When do you plan on getting her pregnant?”
You want to throw up. You can’t stand the way they talk about you like you aren’t even there.
Kodo’s grin widens.
“I think we’ll wait. My father is still young and if her looks are her only redeeming quality, I'd like to keep them intact for as long as possible.” The table erupts in laughter and you think about throwing your wine glass at him. Would that be considered treason? You don’t know so you just tune them out, you know they’re still talking about you, they do for a while.
So you drink your wine and stare straight ahead. Now that Kodo has seemingly given them permission to speak of you they don’t stop. Every once in a while you’ll catch a sentence or two and you have to swallow down the bile that threatens to erupt from your throat. They’re shameless, and they’re vulgar. The only thing that keeps you seated is that you know that none of them will lay a hand on you. It’s the only perk to being seen as nothing more than an extension of your husband. They won’t touch you because you’re his. You have a hard time finding comfort in that fact.
After what feels like an hour you stand up, your chair screeching loudly against the wood.
“I’m rather tired. I think I shall retire to my chambers.” You don’t bother hiding the repulsion from your voice but Kodo only smiles and nods as you turn to leave.
“Goodnight, wife.”
“Goodnight, husband. ”
You don’t turn back around until you’re out of the room.
You let out a sigh of relief once the doors are closed and immediately look for Mando, you don’t see him at first and a wave of betrayal washes over you. Did he leave? He had promised to stay. Could you even be mad at him for leaving? Kodo offered him the night off, he hasn’t had so much as an hour off since he started. You think back to what he had said weeks ago.
“You’re a full time job, sarad'ika.”
You hadn’t even thought of how draining that must be until now.
But he had promised.
Stop being a cry baby, don’t act like some heartbroken little girl, you’re being overdramatic.
You only get a few steps away from the dining hall when you almost trip over something and when you look down he’s there. He had been so still you’d missed him entirely. He’s too still. He should have said something by now, or gotten up. There’s a sinking feeling in your stomach as you look around. Kodo dismissed all the guards on this floor except for the several repurposed battle droids in the dining hall that served as his personal guard, there’s no one here to help you as you kneel down directly in front of him. His back is against the wall and his knees are bent, hands folded in front of him.
“...Mando?” you say it as delicately as you can manage, leaning your head forward so you’re in his direct line of sight. “Mando are you alright?” Is he shaking? “Mando, I need you to talk to me.” You can hear the anxiety in your own voice, echoing through the silent hallway. He doesn’t move so you just say fuck it and crawl between his legs so you can rest your ear against his chest, it isn’t easy with the chestplate but you settle in just above it.
Maker, his heart is racing.
You pull back and stare into the helmet. The concern is apparent in your expression as you place both hands on the sides of his helmet as you would when holding someone's face. His chest is rising and falling too fast.
“Can you breathe Mando? I need you to talk to me, can you breathe through the helmet?”
Fuck you can’t tell. You lean in closer, resting your temple against the Beskar until you can hear his breaths. The modulator isn’t even picking them up, you’re hearing them through the steel.
It sounds like he’s hyperventilating.
“It’s me Mando. I need you to tell me you're okay or I’m going to have to take your helmet off to make sure you can breathe.” Gods, you don’t want to have to do this. You whisper your own name a few times to him. “It’s me Mando, I’m right here.” You’re about to do it, you don’t know what other options you have so you squeeze your eyes shut tight and grip the steel of his helmet and take in a deep breath, in the beat of silence before you can bring yourself to do it you hear the modulator crackle.
“Are you hurt? It’s like he’s just waking up as his hands fly to your hips, holding onto you like he can’t even believe you’re real. The modulator barely picks up his murmur. But you drop your hands down and rest them on his shoulders as you sigh in relief. Thank the stars.
“No, I’m okay.”
He’s nearly incoherent as he speaks softly and quickly you barely catch most of it, the modulator doesn’t pick up the majority of it so you have to listen closely to hear his voice through the helmet, he’s still struggling to catch his breath.
“I didn’t know what to do… never felt so useless… never frozen up before… could hear everything… to rip his tongue out… talked about you like that… if any of them had touched… would have broken down that damn door … wouldn’t care about the stupid droids…”
All animosity you had ever felt towards the man in front of you vanished, even if temporary. Because that’s all he was right now. He wasn’t the Mandalorian, right now he was only a man.
“I’ve never… don’t understand what… wanted to stay… what if you… too many droids…” You press your forehead against his helmet to try and hear better and you finally manage to put together a couple sentences. “I couldn’t just go in, because if I got hurt, who would look after you? I can’t protect you from a jail cell, I’ve never had to worry about that before…”
You can’t take the way his voice shakes so you hold his helmet in your hands again and tilt it upwards to meet your gaze.
“Hey… I am okay.” You enunciate each word as you stare into the strip of black. “Nothing happened, I am unharmed.” You take his hand in yours and bring it up to your face so it cradles your cheek. “See? I’m okay, nothing happened to me. And if something was going to happen to me you would stop it. Okay?”
You sit like that for several minutes. Knelt between his legs, rubbing your thumb gently against the helmet as his unmoving hand rests on your face.
It takes him a while but his breathing finally seems to level out. When he speaks again he’s loud enough for the modulator to pick up and it’s jarring how normal he suddenly sounds.
“It’s late, you should be in bed.”
“Okay.” You’re just happy he’s okay.
Although now you feel a bit self conscious about the position the two of you are in. But it’s like he reads your mind as he puts his hands on your waist and easily lifts you as he gets to his feet. You don’t have a chance to say anything before he’s already walking. You just follow, and when you arrive he opens the door to your chambers for you.
You want so desperately to speak. You want to comfort him, you want to say anything to let him know that you’re okay, that he’s okay, but he speaks first.
“Good night princess.” He says it with a finality that lets you know that there will be no further discussion on what just happened. That tomorrow you will act as if this never happened. But you don’t want that.
“Good night, Mando.”
He waits for you to close the door, you wait for him to walk away. But neither of those things happen. So instead, because the two of you are just friends, you open the door a little wider.
“Do you wanna come in?”
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Welcome back. I couldn't believe the negativity on US networks. Almost no mention of Catherine or Wills and only in regards to the desperate duo. ET put H&M in every coronation segment. I'm disappointed in the US media. Still, I'm very excited about tomorrow's festivities and fashions. Catherine wearing the Bahrain earrings and Queen Mum's sapphires was very appropriate and elegant. PoW's red coat with the white dress was perfect and I love the style of the Jenny Packwood, it is my favorite look on Catherine.
The wardrobe has been perfect, imo. The only outfit I haven't liked this year was the bird dress she wore to the Commonwealth Service. LOL, Erdem of course.
But these past few days have been particularly on point. The white dress she wore during the walkabout was like a reverse version of the black one she wore during the funeral walkabout--light after dark. I thought it was wonderfully symbolic
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Scanned cover and interior pages of England's WEEKEND magazine's May 14-20, 1969 issue
'Thin Little Me—But I'm All Woman'
Newly married Audrey tells the Hepburn way to attract men
“I’m tired of being thought of as a dear, sweet, not bad-looking, flat-chested girl”
You Don’t Need a Bust to Get a Man
That’s Audrey Hepburn’s opinion. She says she has more sex appeal on the tip of her nose than most women have in their entire bodies.
Story by Walter Rainbird
A glittering Audrey with Mel Ferrer—their "idyllic" marriage lasted 13 years.
A strange sort of humility overcame me as I looked into the big brown, saucer eyes of Miss Audrey Kathleen Hepburn-Ruston as she curled kinkily in her catsuit in a corner of the hotel suite. Then I was startled as Miss AKHR—Audrey Hepburn to you, me, and the world at large—suddenly rapped: “Look here, there’s more to sex appeal than a top heavy bust and a well-rounded bottom, you know.”
Behind the characteristically-large glasses, the Hepburn nose that Audrey says is so sexy
All I could do was mumble in reply that I didn’t doubt it.
And so began one of the oddest interviews of my life with the star they call “The Fairest Lady of Them All.”
At 40, Audrey Hepburn is even slimmer than she was when, skinny and elfin, she played Eliza Doolittle. And, honestly, she doesn’t look much older than when she started out in show business as a chorus girl at the London Hippodrome—now the Talk of the Town—back in 1948.
Billy Wilder, who directed her in Sabrina Fair, once said of her, “When she walks on to the set, people stop using four-letter words, though she is certainly no prude. She has a rare class, something that Garbo had, a personal style, a kind of breeding which radiates from the screen.”
DIVORCE
This, then, was the girl who was talking to me about sex, busts, and bottoms. The girl whose “idyllic” marriage to Mel Ferrer ended in divorce after 13 years, during which her eight-year-old son Sean (“he means more to me than I mean to myself”) was born.
She told me, “I am tired of being thought of as a dear, sweet, not-bad-looking, thin-legged, flat-chested girl.
“I’ll admit I’m not so well-stacked as Sophia Loren or Gina Lollo whatever-her-name-is. But there is more to sex appeal than just measurements. Those curvy screen-stresses don’t even know what it is, never mind how to use it.
“I have heard it said that if I walked on to a studio bedroom set I wouldn’t know what to do—that I would be as lost as Bo-Peep’s sheep. Well I don’t need a bedroom to prove my womanliness.
“I can covey just as much appeal fully-clothed, picking apples off a tree and standing in the rain as some of those stars think they do wearing practically nothing.
“The secret of real appeal is that you must feel it, deep down inside you. It is something that is suggested rather than shown.
“Take a simple thing like a handshake. I can put more oomph into it than most women can in a walk.
“When you hold your hand out to a male, you think to yourself, ‘I’m all woman. I’m all woman.’ And when your hand touches his—POW!”
What about those famous Hepburn eyes?
They flushed like moon signs, as the star who normally regards Miss Hepburn as her least favorite subject, went on . . .
“A woman’s eyes can be her best weapon in the battle to attract the opposite sex. I don’t mean she should ogle a man. No real man likes that. What she should do is, perhaps, make the faintest fluster of her eyelashes as an added come-on.
Hepburn—the girl with the Garbo touch that radiates from the screen in every part she plays. Here, she wears her favorite outfit for the film Two for the Road
“I’m fed up hearing that I’m just ‘plain Audrey.’ The truth is that I know I have more sex appeal on the tip of my nose than most women have to their entire bodies. It doesn’t stand out a mile, but it’s there.”
To illustrate her point, she told me how she once arrived late for a party and had to make her way into the room alone.
“The first thing I noticed was all the gorgeous girls there—ones who had curves in just the right places.
“This little me wandered across the room, got a drink, and stood alone in a corner. Then I decided to try to experiment to prove how much man-appeal I have—and to show that appeal does not always have to be an obvious, physical thing.
IRRESISTIBLE
“I started to think of myself as the sexiest creature on earth and that I was irresistible to men.
“It didn’t take long. First, one pair of eyes, then another, swung in my direction. After only a few moments, about a dozen men were looking at me and before long I had more male company than I could handle.
“I could almost hear all those curvy girls asking, ‘What’s SHE got?’
“Well, I know. And while there is life to be enjoyed, I mean to go on and wing it.”
One discerning male will testify to the subtle powers of Miss Hepburn’s personal magnetism in 32 year-old Italian psychiatrist Dr. Andrea Dotti.
In January, just six weeks after her divorce from Mel Ferrer, he married her in Rome. And, as Miss Hepburn would doubtless point out, the doctor always knowws bests.
#audrey hepburn#vintage#classic#style#photography#fashion#old hollywood#old hollywood glamour#1960s#1969#magazine covers#magazines#audrey hepburn readings
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TWST Student OC Profile ~ Celestria Solace
Personal Info
Name: Celestria Solace
Gender: Female
Physical Age: 19
Species: Umbra Witch
Birthday: ??
Zodiac: ?
Height: 208cm/6ft'8in
Orientation: Omnisexual
Eye Color: Gray
Hair Color: Blonde with Pink & Purple Streaks
Homeland: Planet Goaret
Family: ?? - Mother
Twist of Viola from Bayonetta 3
College Info
School: Hourglass Station Academy
Dorm: Tetravania
School Year: 3rd
Occupation: Time Traveler,Swordswoman
Club: Dance
Best Subject: Monster/Animal Culture & Weapon Class
Other Info
Dominant Hand: Left
Favorite Food: Sour Lollipops
Least Favorite Food: Plain Donut
Dislikes: Deserts,Sand,Too Cutesy Stuff,Being Restricted
Likes: Cats,Lollipops,Punk Style,Rock & Pop Music,Butterflies,Cosplay,Beatrice
Talents: Swordplay,Monster Summoning,Dancing
Unique Magic: Meow Pow - Can combine with her cat familiar and becomes an Anthropomorphic Feline creature. Highly Dangerous yet only used to protect those she loves.
Personality: Is a good but rough around the edges type girl yet she has temper and will let you have it. Hates being told what to do from know it all’s/popular people. Earn her trust and will see a side where she is friendly and cool with you.
Fun Facts: Celestria is a time traveler and has been stuck for awhile now so has just adjusted to this timeline. She may or may not find a way back or want to,it's unsure.
Has a golden red gem round object embedded into her chest that she says is the source of her magic. Often doesn't want to cover it up but if has to she will. Doesn't say anything else about it.
Has a temper and it shows as if making her upset she will threaten with her katana or sic her freaky cat familiar on you.
Cat familiar is a patchwork doll looking cat which looks like just a doll she brought to life with magic but it is so real like a cat. Its name is Chestnut and all it does is sleep somewhere nearby her or comes over when she calls em.
Always has her sword with her even when told not to bring it as she can shrink it to be a pin on her outfit. The charm on it looks like Chestnut.
Some of the people she sees she actually knows back in her time but has made a vow not to acknowledge that for their safety as she feels she is a bad omen.
Doesn't wanna make too many friendships as a chance she may have to leave though she is pretty lonely as she is on her own mostly with just Chestnut to comfort her.
Has small outbrusts if talk bad about the nurse.
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It’s so nice to have everyone out of their winter clothes and bright for spring. There are four new dolls and one new bear. (Two dolls are swap-outs of ones I already owned).
New since last time: Kaya’s pow wow outfit, Josefina’s feast day finery and heirlooms, Kirsten’s birthday outfit and two tone boots, Addy doll and Sunday best, Samantha doll, birthday outfit and party slippers, Miss AG Bear and jumper outfit, Truly Me 69 and Love Shack Fancy dress & shoes, Tiana’s work outfit, Molly doll and victory garden dress, Maryellen’s strawberry outfit, Julie’s birthday outfit, 2001 denim jumper, Mem doll and Cinderella’s ballgown, Felicity’s rose garden dress, meet accessories and birthday outfit, Nellie’s spring party outfit.
Whew, that’s a lot! Which is your favorite? It’s a tough choice, but I really like how Abigail looks in Felicity’s birthday outfit.
#american girl#ag doll#american girl doll#dolls#dear america#madame alexander#kaya'aton'my#josefina montoya#kirsten larson#addy walker#samantha parkington#rebecca rubin#kit kittredge#molly mcintire#maryellen larkin#julie albright#lindsey bergman#remember patience whipple#catherine carey logan#abigail jane stewart#margaret ann brady#truly me
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A Look Into Gotham Rogue Designs
Part 11: Clayface aka Basil Karlo
Whoever designs Clayface to be so shaped needs a warm blanket and a glass of hot cocoa. Why? Because I love Shaped Clayface.
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OH BOY OH BOY OH BOY!!!! Thank you to my lovely friendo who helps me with DC lore. I love the designs for Clayface. Heres the design premise of Clay sometimes. It's usually just a lump of giant sentient clay, move on with your day. BUT! Batman Artists are creative mfs and we love them... until we don't- No I'm still not salty about New 52, totally not.
Any the way. Clay is very simple to design and texture. Think clay or really wet dirt.
Each are so weird. We gotta start from the beginning.
So first we have OG Clayface "Basil Karlo". The clay aspect didn't come in yet. He was an actor turned amateur slasher villain.
This outfit is used rarely. However I do like how he looks like an actual fictional killer. Very interesting design.
This is Matt Hagen. He's starting to look more like Clayface. The man was a criminal but also a treasure hunter. While scuba diving for some sweet loot, he went into a cave and touched glowing protoplasm. Boom pow, Hagen became a clay-like shapeshifter, making him the second Clayface.
He has the clay like aspect here however it's not full Clay like our greatest boy Clayface.
Now the next one is... weird as hell.
This is Preston Payne. Preston was a scientist with a skin condition that made him disfigured. He apparently stole Matt Hagens blood (don't know if that Clayface is dead or alive, would be hell for Batman if there were two) and mixed it with his own to see if it would cure him.
Uh. It didn't.
He had to wear this containment suit because his SKIN MELTED. THEN HE REALIZED THAT HE COULDN'T TOUCH ANYONE CAUSE IF HE DID THEY WOULD MELT TO DEATH.
HOLY SH#T. That doesn't even cover the amount of weird sh#t that he has done.
Now we have good ol Clayface. Just a lump o clay.
And we love him.
This is Batman Animated Series Clayface.
He's pretty cool looking. More muddy than clay like but thats just what we ask for.
Now for a while, he doesn't change. Until the Harley Quinn Show, where he is such a theater kid that I can stop myself from smiling.
Now heres where I'm scared for the future.
Gotham is a show I love but hate. Some characters are great, their stories perfectly fine. Some characters are absolutely bad.
BIG EXAMPLE! Basil Karlo who isn't even called Clayface in this show.
What the hell happened??
They did so well with Penguin and Mad Hatter and all that, but what the hell happened??? Mutation with OCTOPUS DNA??? It's a bit weird even for Gotham.
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Well thats it for our favorite mud man. But don't worry! We still have more villains to talk about.
Like one villain that lives out of spite. And has the worst costume known to Batman Fans.
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HI GUYS :] so glad u got to talk about your theatre experience jesse!!! you sure are talented, as are your bandmates of course!
out of curiousity, have you all done matching halloween costumes? outside of your matching outfits for any band material. even if you haven't matched i would also just love to hear about your favorite halloween costumes, if you ever really celebrated at all! :D
thanks for the love! heart hands!!
star <3
"Star!" Aaron T. points finger guns at you. "Pow!"
"You're gonna have to excuse him." Jesse thwacks the back of Aaron T.'s head lightly with a newspaper. "He's weird today."
"I'll let you all take this one." Taeyoung raises his hands. "I didn't celebrate Halloween that way until I was with the band. Korea and all."
"I too will be sitting this one out," Aaron T. concedes, "but I will say, we did a group costume a whole one time outside of 4*Town promotional stuff, we were a salad, I was lettuce, my costume was the best."
Jesse rolls his eyes. "Tae's upside down broccoli was the best."
"Whatever floats your boat, sir."
Aaron Z., who's been watching quietly, breaks into a genuine, huge smile. "I love Halloween, especially the dressing up. I don't think I could choose a favourite."
Robaire smiles fondly. "I've seen pictures. I think his giraffe costume was the cutest."
"When did you-"
"'97."
He blinks. "Oh."
"This will come as no shock to you, but pretty much every year I dressed up from a musical." Jesse laughs. "Maybe Phantom? It's a pretty classical and recognizable costume. I've been as Phantom a few times actually."
"I've seen those pictures too," Robaire adds, "he went full makeup and everything."
"That doesn't surprise me at all." Aaron T. chuckles.
Robaire purses his lips as he thinks. "For me... my favourite was probably when I went as a crab."
"A." Jesse's eyes go wide. "A what? A crab?"
"A crab," he confirms, "I made it out of cardboard, it was so hard to walk in, but I won my school's costume contest, so."
Aaron T. makes a face. "The more I learn about this guy, the more I wish I knew him sooner."
Aaron Z. laughs, before stopping himself, embarrassed.
"Heart hands." Aaron T. sings, grabbing Aaron Z.'s hands and forcing them into a heart shape. "Ha!"
They exchange a look, and Aaron T. softens a little.
Taeyoung watches them for a moment, and then makes a heart with his hands, holding eye contact with you.
"Jesse," he says without looking away.
"Yeah, yeah." Jesse makes his own heart hands. "Ro?"
"What?" Robaire blinks a few times. "Oh! Uh, heart hands?"
Taeyoung cheers, throwing his hands up and doing a little dance. "We got them!"
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COCKTAIL DRESSING PARTY EDIT
We’re all here just struggling to live our most amicable life in the latest stylish, gorgeous, short, backless, flashy, glittery, and stupendous party dresses for almost every event! Sometimes we can not even find pretty dresses in our wardrobe. Then stimulate yourself up and go shopping. Get your outfits ready well in advance when you get an invitation to the parties.
For the early party starters, when a mimosa is involved, go with delicate one piece flared dresses or exquisite floral dresses that well apt for birthdays, bridal showers, brunch parties, and impressive pow wows with your girls.
Here are the ideas of few cocktail dresses, rest you can also innovate your designs and combinations with different accessories and apparel.
One mandate midi dress in your wardrobe
There should be at least one midi you should have in your wardrobe. When you feel that you have nothing to wear, pair your midi dress with strappy heels and take a small clutch to add elegance to the look. You can wear a gold chain along with the dress if your dress is simple and plain.
Jumpsuit which suits you!
Try a jumpsuit for an equally impressive look with a little more edge. For cooler nights, you will love this option. If you feel the temperature is low, you can pair embroidered or any jacket over it. It will increase the elegance of the outfit. It is always good to have a few jumpsuits that are suitable for night outs and formal parties. Weddings, too? Yes.
Sequined dresses
Go for it, these are all time favorites for all types of parties. Pair a scarf with it to give a new look to your outfit. Pair accessories with it. Buy a shirt or one shoulder dress and buckle up your high heels with these dresses and you are all set to go!
Following are a few tips and suggestions to choose cocktail party dress and accessories:
Don’t carry a Huge Gown; you should go for Midi Sized Dresses.
Don’t wear jeans; pair sleek trousers or jumpsuits
Do not carry huge bags; get a clutch small and trendy.
Do not go with flip flops; always wear wedges or heels.
Do not overdo with accessories; wear a statement piece. If the dress is simple, then a little heavy jewelry would be considered stunning.
Do not wear visible undergarments; go for strapless in this case.
Do not wear the crumpled or wrinkled dress; always ready your dress before hand,, get it dry cleaned or steamed.
You can tie your hair with a soft scrunchie, or wear hair band, or you can flaunt your hair according to the dress. The cocktail party is fun, enjoy it with the beautiful and comfortable clothing. If you still get confused about what to wear to the cocktail party. You should must visit the www.atticsalt.in to get the dresses and accessories of your choice.
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Hat Devices For an Elegant Look
When acquiring a hat on your own or as a present, a hat accessory can make the difference in between a fashionable hat and also one that falls flat. Here are some terrific ideas. If you're looking for something quick and also basic, think about operator clips. These hat accessories been available in a range of layouts and also honor various service branches as well as individuals. The POW-MIA Clip, as an example, honors solution participants who lost their lives in fight, while the Battle Medical Set Clip honors servicemen that saved the lives of their fellow soldiers. These clip-on clips slide onto the border of the hat and remain there up until you eliminate them.
In a similar way, patches are an easy method to transform the appearance of a hat. A Rastafarian hat is made from brilliantly tinted fabrics as well as was made use of to secure away dreadlocks. It was likewise a favorite of frontiersmen in the late eighteenth and nineteenth centuries. An additional prominent hat for people in the United States is the "Flying Pasta Western" hat. A saggy, pointed cap, a high-brimmed hat, or any other design of hat, will certainly help you attract attention in the group. Western hats can be enhanced with a variety of accessories. Timeless western hat bands feature a silver fastening and also black suede. To improve the outcome of a hat read more now and get enlightened.
Conversely, a brown natural leather band develops an eye-catching contrast as well as can be found in various shades. Ornamental leather hat bands can also be discovered with special information, such as woven leather or knotted horsehair. As well as if you're seeking a little additional glimmer, take into consideration an intense sequin band. A conventional Scottish cap is the tweed cap. This hat is close-fitting, and its ear-flaps can be tied over the crown or under the chin. It's preferred in Scotland as well as is associated with Sherlock Holmes. A Scottish hood is a traditional bonnet used with a Highland outfit. In a similar way, a triangular conelike hat is made from triangular panels joined by a single switch at the crown. In some nations, this kind of hat is called a "beanie.".
A few of one of the most preferred hats for summer are the traditional sun hat and also the classic seafarer hat. You can combine them with any kind of attire for a laid-back, windy appearance. You can also combine them with your favored bed linen outfit or a two-piece resort collection. You can also add a hat band to your dress to finish the ensemble. To establish the dimension of your hat, you must measure the area of your head. A good suitable hat will certainly fit well around your temple and also comfortably hinge on your head. If your hat is also tight, it will hinder your hairstyle, so be sure to check the dimension prior to you buy it. You can find ways to improve your look with stylish hats for a catchy look.
In addition, hats are available in different materials, so the size chart might not be precise. Corduroy will fit a hat a little in different ways than a corduroy one. Another design of hats is the beaver border, which is pinned up at the back or side of the chin. This design is conventional for Scottish people as well as is usually connected with Sherlock Holmes. It is a narrow brimped, closed-fitting cap with a medium crown. Arab-speaking nations additionally wear a truncated cone hat, which is a conelike hat covered in leather. The earliest photographic depiction of a hat is in a burial place painting of the Egyptian city of Thebes. In this paint, an upper-class man uses a straw conelike hat. This hat may be as old as 3200 BC. Ancient Egyptians usually cut their heads and covered their heads with a hat to stay awesome.
In ancient Mesopotamia, conical and also upside down vase hats prevailed. Depending on what amount of time you live in, hats can inform a lot concerning your social status. For more information, check out this related post: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bonnet_(headgear).
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Go with the Flow
Pairing: Jinx x Lux
Tags: first date, first crush awkwardness, flirting
Word count: 1.8k
Ao3
This is a sequel to my previous fic and I'm gonna be honest I had no idea what to write as a follow up. I've been struggling to come up with the perfect first date for Jinx and Lux and then, then today when I was at work I randomly thought of Thieram "Chuck" the Bartender and I had my 'EUREKA!" moment.
Jinx whistled as she checked herself out in the mirror. A light blue vest, long sleeved shirt, with dark blue pants and her favorite boots. Not too shabby for a first date. Vi offered to help her pick out an outfit but Jinx felt like that was just an excuse to tease her.
"Hm... bow-tie or no bow-tie?"
"Bow-tie. No. Yes. Too fancy."
Jinx got mixed answers, all at once, "You're not helping guys. I think I'll go without, don't want to come off as too try hard-y."
She rolled the sleeve on her tattooed arm, reaching for her trusty gun.
"Do you really need that?" Asked a voice behind her.
Jinx jumped on the sink and spun around, pointing her gun at the door, right at Vi. The brawler raised her hands in mock surrender, "Knock please. And yes. I always need my gun." Jinx hugged it close to her chest.
Vi sighed, "To your first date Pow? I'm pretty sure Lux isn't bringing any weapons. Plus who's gonna attack you?"
"I don't know! If I did I'd already tell them to fuck of for tonight. Plus Lux doesn't need a weapon. She has her..." Jinx waived a hand in the air, "Magic hands." Jinx grinned widely.
"Please never say that again." Vi groaned. When did her sister learn that phrase? "Nevermind. Look I know you're nervous, it's your first date. But Lux likes you, and I've seen you scribbling 'J+L' in your notebook. You're gonna do great, don't worry."
Jinx frowned, she sat down on the sink, her gun at her side, "I've been on dates before. Sort of. But Lux is special, I want to make sure she has a good time. And I don't want anyone to mess it up. Or me to mess up and... scare her away." Jinx wrapped her arms around her shoulders.
"Jinx, you'll do great. I know you will. You wanna know how I know?" Vi smiled as Jinx looked at her with curious eyes, "Because there's no one else like you, no one who has your sense of humor, your energy, your mind. Plus, you're my sister. Being a ladykiller kind of runs in the family." Vi's smile turned into a love struck grin.
"Ew. Gross. I don't need to know anything about your and Caitlyn's sick puppy love. I'm leaving before you tell me any more." Jinx jumped, taking her gun with her and putting in on the gun holster on her hip. She paused at the door, "Hey sis. Thanks." Despite her teasing she smiled at Vi, who smiled back just as much. She knew Vi wanted her to have a good time, and she'll try her best to do so too.
She got to the Last Drop just in the nick of time. Lux was very easy to spot, with her white, blue and gold attire in the midst of Zaun's array of bright neon colors. The blonde spotted
"Lux! I'm here. Did you wait long?" Jinx slowed her walk down to a casual one, well as casual as she could manage. Her heart was beating a million miles a minute after all.
"It's ok. I just got here. The instructions the Sheriff gave me were very detailed so I made it here just fine." Lux smiled brightly and Jinx swore that the Sun just died from jealousy. But that was ok, Lux was more than enough for her, "Um... you look good." Lux blushed.
Jinx grinned, "Yeah? You don't look too bad yourself Sunlight. I love the dress." Jinx let her eyes roam across Lux's outfit, the way her dress reached up just above her knees, the way it hugged her curves, how it would be to take it off... Oh! Right, not that kind of date! Her eyes looked back up at Lux who had a shy smile on her face.
"Thank you." She muttered nervously.
Jinx offered her hand to the mage, "Shall we go?" She asked in an exaugurated Piltovian accent.
Lux laughed, a wonderful sound to Jinx's ears, "We shall." She replied, her hand slipping into Jinx's, much to both of their joy and slight embarrassment. Their cheeks grew hot and pink. Lux gulped as Jinx lead her into the bar, but not before Jinx glanced back at the street. She saw several individuals eyeing Lux specifically. But the moment the tinkerer narrowed her pink eyes at them they all went back about their business.
The Last Drop was unlike any other bar Lux has been too. It was slightly dim, but the lighting provided a warmer ambiance than the too bright neon from the outside. The place was quite packed but no one did anything except for stare at them.
"Chuck!" Jinx yelled at the barman. He looked at her and let out a heavy sigh.
"Still not my name."
"Riiight. And my name isn't Jinx." Jinx winked at him, "This is Lux, she's here for the first time ever."
"Hello." Lux smiled warmly, which seemed to ease Chuck's nerves a little.
"Hey. Nice to meet ya lady. Name's Thieram." He offered his hand for a handshake, which Lux accepted.
"He always says that. His name is actually Chuck. Everyone says so." Jinx smiled brightly.
Chuck whispered "It's not."
Jinx ignored him, "Can you get me my usual? In my cup with the straw. And get Sunshine anything she wants, on me." Jinx gestured to a table at the corner, decorated with what Lux recognized as her drawings. She always drew them when she sent Lux letters. They were so colorful, and so fun to read.
"Uhm... something slightly sweet? And not too strong please." Chuck nodded his head and turned to prepare their drinks.
As he did so Jinx lead Lux by the hand, between the tables and the crowd in the bar. People did their best not to stare too much, some even greeting Jinx as she passed by. Some greeted her as Jinx, others as Powder. By now Lux was familiar with Jinx changing her name and she seemed to prefer Jinx much more, which is what Lux called her. After all it's what she introduced herself as.
"Here we are. You can take a seat anywhere you want."
The two decided to sit opposite of each other.
"This place seems nice. Do you come here often? You seem to know the bartender pretty well. And some of the people here."
"Oh. I grew up here. Literally. My dad's were owners. Well not at the same time. Vander owned it first. And then..." Jinx's smile fell from her face.
"You killed him." Echoed the voices around her.
"He... died. Then Silco owned it." Jinx took a deep breath, her hands starting to shake.
"And you killed him too." The voices said again, getting louder and louder.
"Shut up. It was an accident. He died by accident." Jinx grit her teeth, her eyes flashing brighter.
"Hey, hey. It's ok. You... you don't have to tell me now. I'm sorry I brought back bad memories for you." Tentatively Lux placed her hand on top of Jinx's, the Zaunites other hand quickly, way too quickly, closing over the mages. Lux startled, but didn't pull back.
Jinx shook her head, biting her lower lip, her eyes going back to normal, well as normal as pink eyes can be, "No. I... You didn't know. And I can't get into it yet. Maybe... maybe some other day. Is that... ok?" Jinx's voice was unusually small, lacking her usual energy.
Lux offered her a reassuring smile, "Of course. You don't have to tell me anything you're not ready for. I know a few things about keeping things to yourself. You can open up to me whenever you feel like you're ready."
Damn. When did Jinx die and how did this angel find her? And how did her smile made her heart ache and soothe the crushing pain at the same time?
"Thank you." Jinx smiled back. She took a deep breath, her eyes closing for a moment. She exhaled, her eyes opening and meeting Lux's own, "You have really soft hands."
Before Lux could stammer out an answer Chuck placed their drinks in front of them, "Here you go ladies. Your usual Jinx. And a Strawberry Sunrise for the lovely lady." Chuck smiled in Lux's direction.
"Chuck, Chuck, Chuck." Jinx's voice got slightly lower as she tilted her head in Chuck's direction, "She's here with me." Jinx then gestured at her and Lux's hands.
"Oh. Oh! I- I am so sorry. I didn't- Please don't ruin my shirt again." Chuck took a few scared steps back.
Jinx smirked teasingly, "No worries. I wouldn't do that to a friend."
"We're friends?" Chuck's eyes shot up and he wasn't sure if he was supposed to be relieved or more scared.
"Pfff. Of course we are." Jinx waived her hand.
"Um... ok then." Chuck quickly left before Jinx could surprise him more.
Lux chuckled, which made Jinx raise an eyebrow at her, "What?"
"Were you jealous?" Lux teased, a smile on her lips. Jinx's heart skipped a beat, her cheeks flushing in embarrassment. Fuck she wanted to kiss her so bad.
"N-No. Of course I wasn't. I just... felt like I should let him know that we were on a date." Jinx raised her cup and took a long sip trough the straw.
Lux laughed again. That laugh will be the death of Jinx. At least this would be a pleasant one.
"Sure. If you say so." Lux's thumb ran over Jinx's hand. Her heart fluttered again. Lux leaned to take her drink and took a little sip. Her eyes lit up, "This is good! Remind me to give my compliments to Chuck when we leave."
"He makes great drinks, I admit." Jinx smiled, "I'm glad you like it. I wasn't sure if Zaun drinks would be to your taste."
"It's great. I think... I think I'm finding more and more things to like about Zaun." Lux's eyes stared into Jinx.
"I'm sure I can give even more. If you'd like." Jinx's voice took on a deep, seductive tone.
A deep, red blush started creeping on Lux's face, "I... I might take you up on that. A-After a few dates of course."
Jinx rolled her eyes, her smile never leaving her lips, "Of course. Top Hat Sheriff said something similar to my sister. But I don't think they made it to even one date before they jumped into bed with each other. But Vi did tell me that she loved every date they've been on. I'm enjoying this one so far. So what I'm trying to say is... yes I'd love to go on more dates with you Sunlight." Jinx's hand found Lux's other one, now both of their hands in each others, smiling at Lux like she really was her only source of light.
"I'd like that too. But let's get trough this one first and... we'll see where it gets us."
Jinx couldn't help but smile like a love struck idiot, the same smile she made fun of when she saw Vi smiling at Caitlyn. Gods she really was falling for the mage. She was falling hard and she was falling fast. But she never wanted to stop. Not when it felt so wonderful.
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An endless list of my favorite outfits worn by the Princess of Wales (82/∞):
Attending a England vs Wales Rugby game with the Prince of Wales and Prince George, on February 26 2022:
Holland Cooper Knightsbridge Coat In Black And White Houndstooth
LK Bennett Frieda Crepe Cigarette Trousers In Black
Tusting Mini Holly Bag In Taupe
Accessorize Twisted Circle Drop Earrings
Gianvito Rossi Piper 85 Black Suede Block Heel Pumps
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I'll Love You 'Til I Die
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Summary: A Brooklyn schoolgirl fell in love with James Buchanan Barnes at the tender age of nine. With this love she made a vow, promising to love him until her very last breath.
Pairing: Bucky x OFC
Warnings: Language, pining
Word Count: 2.1k
Author's Note: Thank you for all the patience and support! I love love love seeing replies and reblogs :,)
Chapter Twenty-Three: The Journey to Azzano
October 24, 1943
Yet another sleepless night. A night spent away from the nurse’s tent, handkerchief in hand, with eyes cast towards the heavens. The stars stared back, silent watchers from above; the petrified audience to a grotesque display of gore, violence, and inhumanity. Lottie knew that they were nothing but balls of gas, great masses of fire that drifted in that infinite chasm of space millions of lightyears away. Somehow, her heart still broke for them.
How painful it must be to be a star, she thought, To see the Earth, to see its people, to see the love and hope. To be forced to watch its destruction, its pain. Oh, how the stars must weep, gazing down at the broken bodies of men and boys, women and children, all victims of such a cruel war.
Still, the pain of a star could never come close to the pain of a nurse. The stars would never hold those bodies in their arms, they would never fumble for a tourniquet as blood spilled from a fresh wound, the stars would never have to slide a man’s eyelids shut, his skin cold to the touch.
Lottie was becoming quickly acclimated to the smell and feel of death. It never seemed to leave her skin, no matter how thoroughly she washed her hands. Though they were constantly rubbed raw, she could not rid them of death’s stench or its thick grime that seemed to coat every inch of her skin.
After they’d left Pantelleria, the SSR had scrambled to stay afloat, constantly caught in the crossfire of other Italian campaigns. The Germans had weaseled their way into northern and central Italy, with carnage in their wake, the nurses of the SSR were left to care for their victims. Lottie had come to know death as intimately as one knows the curves of their lover’s body, all the dimples, ridges, and edges.
“No number of bandages would’ve saved him, Lottie,” Gladys would whisper, “We’re nurses, not miracle-workers.”
“If I remember correctly, folks at the SSR sure love to rant about that ‘miraculous’ serum we developed.”
“Betty, you know what I mean.”
Lottie wished she could be a miracle worker. The men that she managed to save definitely thought she was, but who wouldn’t think so highly of the woman who saved them from certain death? It would have been a comfort to visit them in the recovery ward, but the SSR would whisk them away, further north and closer to Hydra before she had the chance.
The SSR found themselves in Siano, a village an afternoon’s trek away from Salerno. At another time, it would be quite lovely. The quiet little community was nestled between small mountains, far too grand and looming to be called hills. The greenery was lush and the air was crisp, mingled with the saltiness from the nearby sea. A cool, sweet breeze kissed Lottie’s cheeks and became entangled in her curls that had finally been loosed from her strict bun. With every graze of the breeze against her cheeks and every rustle of the grasses beside her, it seemed that the very earth was breathing beneath her. Every movement was a great inhale or exhale that emanated around her; the only calming element to an otherwise restless night.
Their camp was just outside the town, stationed in an expansive field which was quite likely an abandoned pasture. Camp had been sloppily thrown together, after a horrifically bloody day in Salerno, morale was low and they knew their stay would be short-lived. Agent Carter had mentioned that they were urgently needed in Azzano; there was a POW situation up there that involved Hydra. Their stop in Siano, as Colonel Phillips had explained, was merely for recuperation. With a day of bloodshed behind them and several days’ worth of traveling ahead of them, rest was needed by all.
But she couldn’t really rest, could she? Lottie would always be on edge, on high alert, until she had her boys by her side once more. At every camp, in every campaign, she searched for the 107th. For any sign of a USO show. So far, she had come up with nothing. Nothing but disappointment.
All that she could do was gaze up at the stars and wonder if a pair of clear blue eyes were doing the same.
Somewhere in Azzano
Liquid fire in his veins. Muttered words in German. Leather straps that dug into his skin; they kept him from writhing in pain. Days bled together and he could barely find the willpower to stay conscious, blurring the lines between his dreams and reality.
Bucky didn’t know where he was. He didn’t know what was going on, either. All he knew was agony, frustration, and a girl. His best girl, Little Lottie. The first time he’d seen her, he was sure that she was real. He had just undergone the first round of… whatever this was, and all of a sudden, she’d appeared before him, dressed just as she’d been when he last saw her— white uniform, thick stockings, and a heavy coat that seemed to swallow her whole.
He’d tried to yell at her, warn her about how dangerous this place was, but he could only muster a choked groan which had earned him a blow to the head. After that, she kept appearing— every time he was poked or prodded at, she stood in the corner of the room and watched over him with a smile on her lips. His head would loll to the side with exhaustion and their gazes would connect; it was the only glimmer of hope in the midst of his torture.
His Little Lottie would only speak to him in his dreams, but she wouldn’t speak, really. No, she’d do this thing he’d seen her do to Stevie hundreds of times when he was sick in bed. With gentle hands, she would smooth his hair away from his forehead, freeing the sweaty, bloodied strands that clung to his skin. She quieted his groans of pain with soft sounds and breathy hums of her favorite songs— mostly from the musicals they had gone to see in the thirties. Little Lottie was fondest of numbers by the Gershwin brothers, he’d noticed, as she was always humming one of their tunes in his dreams.
Any anger toward her was forgotten, but the fear remained. Fear for her safety devoured him from the inside out; if Hydra ever got their hands on her, there would be hell to pay.
Siano, the next day
“Y’know if you’re gonna make a habit of this, I might as well take your pillow for myself.”
Lottie blinked her eyes blearily, taking in the figure of Betty before her. Apparently, she’d fallen asleep outside. Again. The first time it had happened, they’d been camped out in Salerno and while her companions had gone to bed earlier, she’d attempted to calm her nerves with a midnight cigarette. Suffice to say, the cigarette had done its job, though she’d woken up with a terrible pain in her neck.
This time, the pain was located in Lottie’s lower back, probably due to the uneven ground she’d fallen asleep on.
“Believe me, Betty, I don’t intend to make this a habit,” Lottie gritted her teeth in pain as she attempted to maneuver herself off of the ground.
Betty sighed and grabbed her hands, heaving her up, “C’mon, we don’t have all day. Colonel Phillips wants the tents down as soon as possible.” She jerked her head in the direction of the other three nurses a few yards away, they were evidently having a difficult time with the canvas and poles of their tent.
The two of them rejoined their group and Gladys tossed a pack to her with a smile, “Your stuff’s all good to go. Figured you needed the extra sleep.” Lottie squeezed her shoulder in thanks and observed Nancy and Mary as they argued over the correct way to pack up their tent.
“First we need to disassemble the poles, then we wrap up the canvas and—”
“No, we need to take care of the canvas before we can—”
Agent Carter stalked toward them with a rather agitated look on her face; only she could look powerful crossing an uneven field in heels. Lottie bundled up some poles in her arms, trying to stow them away in a pack before they could be berated for being the last ones to finish.
“Ladies,” Agent Carter began, voice firm, “You did not go through a year of training just to be the last ones done packing up your tent. We need more speed from you five to reach the one hundred and seventh in time.”
Lottie nearly dropped the metal poles in her arms and choked out a gasp, “The one hundred and seventh?” That was the regiment with the POWs? The POWs that had fallen victim to Hydra? Her heart was suddenly beating a mile a minute, her stomach was all in knots.
Agent Carter furrowed her brow, likely confused by her reaction, “Yes, they were vastly overpowered in a recent battle. We’ve been summoned to provide medical care to the survivors as well as to assist in a reconnaissance mission for information regarding the whereabouts of the POWs.”
She was tempted to ask about Bucky, to see if she’d heard anything about their survivors, but she ultimately decided against it. It was unlikely that they already had extensive knowledge regarding those who had been saved or lost.
“We’ll be done in a jiffy, Agent Carter,” Nancy nodded, removing the poles from Lottie’s grasp.
After another minute or two, their tent was packed away, and each nurse was outfitted with a hefty pack that carried their belongings. Together, the nurses and the rest of the SSR agents began their trek through the Italian countryside, keeping close in their groupings. It would have been far easier to be transported by plane, but the agents had to take as much caution as possible with Hydra's threat level. If traveling by foot kept the lowest profile, then that was what needed to be done.
Lottie’s four companions broke out into quiet conversation to pass the time while fearful thoughts weaseled their way into her mind. What if Bucky really had been taken by Hydra? What would they do to him? Would they kill him? She’d heard of their horrors from Erskine, and she’d even seen their ruthlessness at his assassination. The dark thoughts that began to swim around in her head made her want to be sick. Lottie wanted to double over and retch, to alleviate the sick feeling that crept into her at the thought of Bucky in Hydra’s clutches.
“You alright there, Lottie? You’ve been awfully quiet,” Gladys sidled over to where she was walking, only a foot or two away from the rest.
“I don’t think so,” Lottie began, her voice strained, “I mean, with the one hundred and seventh and everything, I just, I don’t know how to—”
Gladys nodded, a sad look on her face, “I know, it’s a dreadful situation, isn’t it? I can’t imagine how those survivors must feel. Having your comrades stolen away from you in a bloody battle.”
“It’s not just that, it’s also—”
“Oh yes, definitely more than that. Not only the mental anguish but the physical, too. I mean, we’re here for a reason, we’ve got to be prepared for the worst when we get there. I’ve heard they’re in absolute shambles.”
Lottie fisted her hands in frustration, “Gladys. Bucky’s a member of the one hundred and seventh. That’s his damn regiment. And I haven’t a clue of whether he’s dead, alive, or barely holding on in some dingy cell, so I would really appreciate it if you would spare me the monologue about how terrible their situation is.”
Gladys stared at her, a look of shock painted on her face, “Lottie, I’m sorry, I didn’t know, I— gosh, I feel absolutely awful now, I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t apologize,” Lottie grabbed Gladys’ hand to squeeze it, their arms knocked together as they walked side by side, “I just need to think optimistically right now. If I start thinking about all the atrocities, I might go crazy.”
Gladys squeezed back, a faint smile growing on her lips, “You’re right. Think optimistically. I bet he got out of it just fine, with a few scratches though. But he’ll be waiting for us real patiently, waiting for the fine nurses of the SSR to patch him right up.”
She found comfort in Gladys’ words. It was much nicer to picture him that way, sitting in a medic tent cot, wounds scabbed over in blood, with a cigarette hanging from his mouth. Maybe he'd be cracking jokes with the other poor souls stuck in that tent, his eyes alight with humor and that lopsided grin threatening to send that cigarette straight to the ground. He would be a bit battered and bruised, but he’d be there waiting. Waiting for her.
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Indra, Madara, and Izuna fingering their s/o in a clan meeting
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Madara with 5 kids.
Madara’s s/o giving him massages and a warm bath.
Reacting to his s/o squirting.
Finding his s/o with a sex toy.
With a single mom.
Drunk Madara falling in (Y/N)’s bed.
Madara hiting his wife.
Ko-fi Commission: Madara x reader
With a male s/o.
Being dominated by his Fdom s/o.
Being found while m-bting.
You don’t have to be so gentle with me, Madara.
Prompt 7 + 8.
Ko-fi Commission: Madara x reader
Witnessing his son’s birth.
Vampire! Madara.
Apologizing, after pushing his s/o away.
Standing up for his s/o.
Dating Hashirama and Tobirama’s younger sister.
Izuna
In the Eye of the Devil
Burned Love
IWhen s/o brings back an injured puppy and insist on keepinkg it.
Rough sewcx HCS.
Pegging.
Demon! Izuna praising kink.
Breeding kink.
Keep moaning my name like that.
Ko-fi commission: Izuna x reader
Ko-fi commission: Izuna x reader.
Ko-fi commission: Izuna x reader.
What if Izuna became a father?
Eating up his afab non-binary s/o
Blowjob with bright red lipstick and leaving those vulgar marks there
Obito
How could I ever love a monster like you… you kill people
Finding/reacting to drawings of him made by his s/o.
DOM HCS
Comforting his s/o when they’re jealous.
Yandere HCS
Ko-fi commission: Obito x reader
Ko-fi commission: Obito x reader
Ko-fi commission: Obito x reader.
Ko-fi commission: Obito x reader
Carry you.
Ko-fi commission: Obito x reader
Bodyguard
Shisui
Shapeshifters
Yandere! Shisui.
Run.
Wear my clothes, they look better on you anyways.
Akatsuki! Shisui
Akatsuki! Shisui vol2
Prompt 4 + 12
Viola's story from Bly Manor but make it Shisui
Shisui’s truth: not a womanizer
Cockwarming
Itachi
Reacting to Sasuke rap1ng his s/o.
Keep moaning my name like that.
You don’t have to be gentle with me.
Kill or not kill his Uchiha pregnant s/o.
Taking care of his sick s/o.
HCS for an s/o who's a v1rg1n.
Age gap with his s/o.
Tell me—I will do whatever you ask of me.
Prompt 12
Prompt 11 + 2
High School Sweethearts
Control.
Marrying an Uzumaki girl.
Praise k1nk.
Marrying an Uzumaki girl part2.
Being friend-zoned by him.
Vampire! HCS.
Finding out he accidentally killed his s/o’s father.
Things that would make him angry.
Senju Brothers
Tobirama + Hashirama react to their s/o leaving lipstick marks on them
Tobirama: Wax Daddy
Tobirama: Edging/degrading Tobirama until he cries
Tobirama: breeding kink.
Tobirama: Him and his young pregnant shy wife meeting his family and people around the village
Uchiha Clan + Senju brothers
Uchihas + Tobirama with a s/o that ikes to play/suck with their nippl3s
Uchihas + Tobirama being told they're going to have triplets.
Uchihas + Tobirama arranged marriages.
Uchihas + Tobirama breeding k1nk.
Indra + Tobirama + Madara with an extremly shy s/o.
Uchiha + Senju react to: their s/o pissing herself in front of them.
Uchiha + Senju react to: their s/o wanting to trim and wash their hair.
Uchiha + Senju react to: their s/o waxing their pubes.
Madara + Tobirama with a witch! reader.
Uchiha + Senju getting cheated on.
Founders trio: arranged marriage where their s/o used to be mischievous but then gets shy
General
Fractis Insolubilis
MadaSaku and IzuSaku HCS
The beginnig of the End
MadaIzu sharing the same lover.
Unbreakable Bond.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Mafia AU
Izuna’s pov
Madara’s pov
Obito’s pov
Itachi’s pov
Sibling Issues
Chap 1
Chap 2
Forgive Me
Chap 1
Chap 2
Chap 3
Chap 4
Commissions
[Uchiha Izuna / Fem Reader]
[Uchiha Izuna / Fem Reader]
[Uchiha Obito / Coffy Fem Reader]
[Uchiha Izuna / Maid Fem Reader]
[Uchiha Obito / Coffy Fem Reader]
[Uchiha Obito / Coffy Fem Reader]
[Uchiha Madara / Fem Reader]
[Uchiha Obito / Fem Reader]
[Uchiha Madara / Fem Reader]
[HashiIzu / TobiIzu / MadaIzu ship]
[Uchiha Obito / Fem Reader]
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[KINGDOM: LEGENDARY WAR] episode nine
ateez 9th member.
this is pre-sunji fight 😭
➴ taglist: @banhmi07, @jiyeons-closet, @jaeminpeachy, @mochibabycakes, @euphoriamingi, @marsophilia, @goddessofdestructionbeast
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when san pointed out BTOB’s theme was la la land, she went o0o like wooyoung
please, when she realized they were performing blue moon, o0o intensified
she was literally miyeon’s biggest hype woman
(she got to know miyeon through yuqi and shuhua)
“she’s so pretty!” 🥺
jammed out the whole time BTOB performed because that’s just how much she loved the song and their performance
but then she got really sentimental again during the sadder parts of the performance
she really thought minhyuk and miyeon were going to kiss for a fat second 😭
“I really loved their performance!” she happily squealed, prompting chuckles from the staff behind the cameras and her members. “Everything about it screamed BTOB sunbaenims’ vibes, and they made it into such a fun and refreshing performance,” she added, giving the camera two thumbs up.
“I thought she was going to spend all her energy again watching and cheering for them,” Hongjoong commented with a wry smile.
“She’s young, she has a lot of energy,” Seonghwa said, patting his friend on the back.
“You just made yourselves sound old...”
when they were watching their MAMA and concert videos, she felt a wave of nostalgia
fans? lightsticks? cheering? she hasn’t heard or seen them in so long :(
help, she accidentally cackled when she saw san walking with his back exposed in their MAMA video 😭
“wow, so hot...” (if you get this hwa reference hehe)
she kept squealing out of shyness whenever she came out on the screen
answer is actually one of jiyu’s top favorites to perform so she was so excited
she almost peed her pants when their choreographer said she was going to have a solo”fight” scene with her white masked counterpart
“baby monster’s too soft to fight” (san)
“i can throw a punch when needed” 😎
but back to the present moment before they actually started their performance
she kept worrying about the dress hindering her range of motion even though she wore white shorts underneath
she made it work though, thank god
when the camera focused on her for the first time, everyone was literally taken aback because she was so??? pretty???
and the outfit gave off royalty vibes
“yes jiyu! pop off queen!” (eric, please—)
and when it was her solo fight scene???
she just blew everyone away for the 3275483th time because it was choreographed so elegantly yet it was kind of intense??
reality, in her head: “bAM POW BOOM :D”
(sunwoo was so enraptured with her from the beginning but when she started fighting? just queen things in his eyes)
for the ending pose, she stood next to hongjoong
she took pictures with her white masked counterpart after the performance
they went from 💀💥👊🏼 to ☺️😚🥰
please she lost it when she found out SF9 was performing taemin’s move
malfunctioned on camera because move was a really??? restrained sexy concept???
seonghwa really tried to cover her eyes whenever he thought things got too rated r for her (which was literally the whole performance 😭)
“hwa, i’m nineteen! i think i qualify to watch this...” (korean age)
“not in my eyes, no” >:(
she was at a loss for words after their performance ended since they mADE IT SO SENSUAL PLS—
“i-is this okay to air??? little kids watch this, too” :O
her energy did a 180 when The Boyz came out with monster
“eYYYYY”
when sunwoo had that one line (iykyk) she just
fell back in her seat like she got shot in the chest because that voice of his is gonna be the death of her one day
“she needs cpr!!” (wooyoung)
she really did because she almost got a heart attack when eric flipped over q
“wAHH ERIC!!”
then the snake came out and she was just starstruck too much to even try to form a sentence
and when sunwoo came out of the snake’s mouth
goodbye, jiyu’s soul has left kingdom 😭
overall she really loved their performance since it was so powerful and their group dance was top tier (their synchronization??? *chef’s kiss*)
“I was this close to calling for an ambulance for Jiyu,” Hongjoong left an almost unseeable space between his thumb and pointer finger to show.
Jiyu sheepishly giggled. “What can I say? There were so many unexpected elements in their performance that it took my breath away.”
“Literally,” Yeosang quipped, Jongho nodding along in agreement.
“It’s funnier when you remember that’s the effect both Jiyu and Sunwoo have on each other though,” Wooyoung commented, recalling how Haknyeon describing an awestruck Sunwoo to him moments before they were pulled back for the interview.
like with their first round, she wasn’t all too disappointed with their rank after
don’t get her wrong, she was a little disappointed, but like her members, she had no regrets since they were able to convey their messages to atiny, and it was enough if they enjoyed it :)
SOME FANS’ REACTIONS:
note: if you find that one anime reference ily (ily all regardless though LOL)
#9th member of ateez#kpop oc#female oc#kpop female oc#ateez oc#kpop addition#female addition#kpop female addition#ateez addition#kpop imagines#kpop scenarios#kpop fluff#ateez imagines#ateez scenarios#ateez fluff#kpop!addition#kpop!oc#idol!oc#idol!addition#female!oc#female!addition
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Kaya is wearing her Modern Fancy Shawl Outfit and her Pow-Wow Hair Set of Today from her BeForever collection. (Her beaver is so cute; he’s one of my favorite AG animals!)
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