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astro-royale · 9 months

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「Astrology: What Men find attractive」

A man with Moon in Aries likes brave, strong, capable women subconsciously seeking a leader in her; Venus in Aries provides preference for women with crew-cut who go in for sports, are slightly muscular, skinny and even bony. Such man also likes a woman to “ get “ him.

A man with Moon in Taurus likes affluent women, good cooks, women who are thrifty and who economise; with Venus in Taurus he likes plump women with pronounced feminine characteristics, courting takes place over a good meal without fail…

A man with the Moon in Gemini likes talkative, intelligent women, he goes for a “ good conversation”, likes women who look and act young and enjoy going for a spin and short trips. Venus in Gemini produces preferences for women of a very narrow waist, fine hands and shoulders …

A man with the Moon in Cancer likes women who cry easily, are stay-at-home types, good housewives and subconsciously, in a woman he seeks his mother. Venus in Cancer expresses preferences for nice breasts, provocative cleavage and likes to see his woman looking nice even at home.

A man with Moon in Leo likes successful women in high places from well-known and reputable families, he likes to be proud of his wife. Venus in Leo – a woman must be dressed exceptionally well as if she was about to take part in a beauty contest …

A man with the Moon in Virgo likes diligent women, pedantic and neat, the ones who take care of their husband’s health …Venus in Virgo provides special liking for sexy belly button, fine tummy and ordinary clothes…

A man with the Moon in Libra likes sweet and good-looking women, models, politicians, lawyers, women active in public life. With Venus in Libra he is very much receptive to women’s buttocks …

A man with the Moon in Scorpio likes women who came into a property of some kind, women with pronounced sex appeal who do not hide their charms, women whose looks and appearance imply “ a straightforward offer “…With Venus in Scorpio he likes see-through dressing style and goes for gipsy music …

The Moon in Sagittarius produces a man with a special liking for women who follow the fashion and in their appearance resemble the women from foreign countries; he likes educated women with university degree who go in for sports, especially tennis … Venus in Sagittarius makes him responsive to long legs, short skirts, shorts …

A man with the Moon in Capricorn goes for a darker complexion, dark-haired women of a serious and even melancholic expression; he also likes older women…Venus in Capricorn produces liking for conventional clothing style, women wearing leather and dressed in darker shades.

A man with the Moon in Aquarius likes outgoing women; his motto is “ friends first, relationship later “, he likes intelligent women …With Venus in Aquarius he likes eccentric-looking women of an eccentric style, is responsive to women’s legs, and especially calves.

A man with the Moon in Pisces likes mysterious, withrawn, shy women who always seem as if they are in need of protection…Venus in Pisces produces liking for fine stockings, shoes, lingerie …

What’s your opinion🤔✨?

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Original article link, by Nikola Stojanovic

#astrology notes #astrology observations #astrology #astro community #aries #pisces #gemini #taurus #cancer #leo zodiac #virgo #libra #scorpio #sagittarius #aquarius #capricorn #horoscope #moon signs #venus signs

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queerbarb · 6 months

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Okay so... Is it just me or Lockwood from Wuthering Heights sounds queercoded?

This might sound crazy, but there are a few moments while reading Wuthering Heights where I thought to myself "wow, Lockwood compliments Heathcliff a lot!", for example on the Edgar Linton's Portrait scene:

"Mrs. Dean raised the candle, and I discerned a soft-featured face, exceedingly resembling the young lady at the Heights, but more pensive and amiable in expression. It formed a sweet picture. The long light hair curled slightly on the temples; the eyes were large and serious; the figure almost too graceful. I did not marvel how Catherine Earnshaw could forget her first friend for such an individual. I marvelled much how he, with a mind to correspond with his person, could fancy my idea of Catherine Earnshaw."

Does that imply that he thinks Heathcliff to be physically appealing? Well, at least he thinks that Heathcliff is more handsome than Edgar, which is weird because the only person that seems to compliment Heathcliff's appearance is Catherine.

I thought that I was maybe too much obsessed about my beloved queercoded characters, but then I found some other interesting parts of the book to support my theory:

"But Mr. Heathcliff forms a singular contrast to his abode and style of living. He is a dark-skinned gipsy in aspect, in dress and manners a gentleman: that is, as much a gentleman as many a country squire: rather slovenly, perhaps, yet not looking amiss with his negligence, because he has an erect and handsome figure; and rather morose."

Okay, this seems normal since a compliment between gentlemen may be completely platonic. But there is some hinted stuff about Lockwood that seems to be inherently queer, such as his failed attempts to flirt with women and the fact that his own mother said he would never have a family of his own, which is weird since he seems to come from a wealthy family, he does not seem too off puting besides his social awkwardness, so there is no apparent reason to why his mother would say such thing... EXCEPT FOR WHAT IF HE WAS A BIT FRUITY AND SHE KNEW!

"Let me hope my constitution is almost peculiar: my dear mother used to say I should never have a comfortable home; and only last summer I proved myself perfectly unworthy of one."

"While enjoying a month of fine weather at the sea-coast, I was thrown into the company of a most fascinating creature: a real goddess in my eyes, as long as she took no notice of me. I 'never told my love' vocally; still, if looks have language, the merest idiot might have guessed I was over head and ears: she understood me at last, and looked a return - the sweetest of all imaginable looks. And what did I do? I confess it with shame - shrunk icily into myself, like a snail; at every glance retired colder and farther; till finally the poor innocent was led to doubt her own senses, and, overwhelmed with confusion at her supposed mistake, persuaded her mamma to decamp. By this curious turn of disposition I have gained the reputation of deliberate heartlessness; how undeserved, I alone can appreciate."

Anyways, Lockwood is an awkward guy, and I find him rather amusement. He seems very much homoaffective to me, and I am enjoying trying to understand more about his personality.

#HEATHLOCK????#WAKE UP BABE NEW QUEERCODED VICTORIAN CHARACTER JUST DROPPED #wuthering heights #heathcliff #wuthering heights heathcliff #wuthering heights lockwood

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writergirl3 · 1 year

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(Apologies, my 4 Townie followers- this is a bit of a rogue post)

Okay so whenever I need to cheer myself up, I like to think of this hilarious (to me) scenario in my head…

And it involes Carlos being forced to play this song:

Let me set the scene…

So Abuela likes to get a local band in to play for the gatherings held at Casita, but one day, for whatever reason, one of the guitarists couldn’t make it.

In a moment of genius, she decided to tell Carlos to fill in. He’s the only Madrigal that can play guitar, and since he’s in her bad books (although when is he ever out of her bad books?), he had no choice.

So time skip to Carlos dressed in a yellow ruffled shirt and matching trousers (to coordinate with the other musicians), playing Gypsy Kings with the biggest, pissiest scowl on his face anyone has ever seen, while everyone else is dancing and having a great time.

Poor Carlos…but damn I would laugh…(and I think @madricat would too😂)

#carlos madrigal #Camilo madrigal #encanto #carlos madrigal x reader #carlos madrigal x y/n #camilo madrigal x y/n #camilo madrigal x reader #Spotify

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hauntedbystorytelling · 1 year

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Russian Autochromes (1910s)

Piotr Ivanovich Vedenisov :: Vera Kozakov in Folk Dress, 1914. Autochrome. | src FOAM & MAMM

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Piotr Vedenisov :: Kolya Kozakov and the Dog Gipsy, Yalta, 1910-1911. © Multimedia Art Museum, Moscow | src MAMM

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gliklofhameln · 1 year

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A Jewish woman's attire from Debdou, Morocco, 1940s.

Chemise: cotton, smock-stitched embroidery with artificial silk and cotton thread

Breast panel: Linen and silk; chain-stitched embroidery with fabric-covered and couched-metal thread; cotton, wool thread machine-embroidery

Skirt (saya): ndustrially printed mixed wool, machine-made metal ribbon thread

The Jewish attire of Debdu, a town close to the Algerian border, combined elements of local rural dress, the urban styles of Jewish women in Morocco’s coastal towns, and, surprisingly, European folk costumes. The embroidery of the chemise is reminiscent of traditional European needlework, while the skirt, with its unique cut and vibrant colors, recalls the skirts worn by Gipsy women throughout Europe, who would also layer two or three skirts over a wide under-skirt. The breast panel appears to be a remnant of the style of the "Great Dress," whose lavish gold-threaded embroidery adorned the garments of urban Jewish woman.

#jumblr #judaism #jewish clothing #morocco #jewish women #jewish textile arts #myposts

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silver-and-stars · 5 months

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Watching the last 2 episodes of 1883

The real downer is for the Lakota people in episode 8 : the men went away and when they come back they find their mother, wife, sister, children dead. All of them. No survivors. So they hunt who they thought are responsible and get vengeance. It turns out those people were innocent. But when they killed them .They thought they had done this and those who didn't do it just stood by and watch it happen. It's not surprising they believed so, when the white people have been genociding their population for centuries, killing them, manipulating, lying, stealing THEIR LAND and so arrogantly saying claiming it their own (with no remorse, so repercussion, no justice). And now they go, the really killers dead, but that won't bring back their family.

Episode 9, out of all those migrants, 4 survived. A gipsy woman, the outcast, who lost her husband on a trail but still has her two sons and found someone she loves (only her made it to Oregon). The leader of those migrants who lost his leg and his wife. And that's it. Shea took his wife's soul to the see the ocean and then joined her.

As for Elsa, that damn dress. Her cage. I wonder, if Elsa was dressed in her Comache clothes, would she still have gotten hunted and shot by the Lakota ? And she wanted to save the arrow to show it to Sam. But she will never come back and I guess he will never know. When she does shows up in june, will he wait for her ? Look for her? Will he understand she died ? Will he thinks he abandoned him? And there she dies, under the tree she picked, in her father's arms, dressed in her Comache clothes, the clothes she felt free in, that reminds her of a place her belonged to, holding the horse her husband made with the strand of blond hair she gave him. And she sees herself reunited with him and racing on horseback on open plains. Loved and free.

It's heartbreaking.

#1883 series #mtv 1883 #my posts

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unit2-ss24 · 5 months

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The 1970s - part 1

Some trends from the late 1960s carried through into the early 1970s, the Woodstock festival of peace and music marked the end of the 1960s hippie movement however, the hippie flower child look carried over into the first half of the decade in a non-restrictive bohemian silhouette with a heavy folksy influence.

Arts and crafts were very popular to the era, things such as tie-dye, batik, knitwear, crochet and macramé were present during this time and created a great sense of ease and comfort to early 1970s fashion.

1970s folk style.

Angelica Huston wearing Ossie Clark for Miss Selfridge, Cosmopolitan, May 1972

Designers like Laura Ashley and Jessica McClintock popularized the prairie dress phenomenon. The Prairie dress was typically made up of romantic silhouettes with delicate details like floral prints, long billowing skirts, and lots of ruffles.

Thea Porter

Thea Porter pioneered bohemian chic, her shop in Soho instantly drew a crowd of rock and film stars, clients such as the Beatles and Pink Floyd to Elizabeth Taylor, Faye Dunaway and Barbara Streisand took a liking to her style. Thea Porter celebrated ethnic styles in Indian style prints, free flowing breezy gauzy tent dresses and wide legged pants.

Thea Porter had seven signature looks:

the Abaya & Kaftan

the Gipsy dress

the Faye dress

the Brocade-panel dress

the Wrap-over dress

the Chazara jacket

Sirwal skirt

As well as this her fashion photography featured on the pages of Vogue, Harper’s Bazaar and Women’s Wear

During the 1970s skirts could be seen in a variety of lengths, mini, midi or maxi. The maxi dress was a must have of the decade in a multitude of styles and shapes. Rich earthy tones dominated the era, warm browns, burgundy, rust, mustard, and avocado green took centre stage.

The 1970s saw women emerge in to the work place, they began to dress more "masculine" wearing pantsuits, day wear and separates echoed in the film'Annie Hall'. The image below shows Diane Keaton wearing a fitted vest with a collared white shirt and men’s neckties in the film.

From then on, the pantsuit became the next big thing. Bianca Jagger wore a YSL pantsuit at her wedding to Mick Jagger in 1971.

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faintingheroine · 2 years

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“The apartment and furniture would have been nothing extraordinary as belonging to a homely, northern farmer, with a stubborn countenance, and stalwart limbs set out to advantage in knee-breeches and gaiters. Such an individual seated in his arm-chair, his mug of ale frothing on the round table before him, is to be seen in any circuit of five or six miles among these hills, if you go at the right time after dinner. But Mr. Heathcliff forms a singular contrast to his abode and style of living. He is a dark-skinned gipsy in aspect, in dress and manners a gentleman: that is, as much a gentleman as many a country squire: rather slovenly, perhaps, yet not looking amiss with his negligence, because he has an erect and handsome figure; and rather morose.”

(From Wuthering Heights)

This is SUCH an interesting paragraph to analyze. I have analyzed it in my general analysis of Chapter 1, but it deserves its own post.

On the one hand, Wuthering Heights is identified as a type of house belonging to a certain type of person with anthropological precision. It isn’t a Gothic castle like in some of the movies, but a northern farmhouse of whose type there can be found many in the vicinity.

Far from being its embodiment, Heathcliff forms a contrast to this house twofold: On the one hand he is racially different from a “homely, northern farmer”, on the other hand he is seemingly of a higher class both in his manners and his clothing than that “homely, northern farmer”; these traits of “gentleman” and “gipsy” form a contrast both to each other and to the house he lives in. He also doesn’t fit into the type of person belonging to this house in other ways. We never see him drinking or offering ale, he offers wine to his guest. (By contrast, we do see Joseph drinking ale, and he ends the story as the sole living inhabitant of Wuthering Heights). There is clearly a story there and the book’s task is to explain these three contradictory elements.

Heathcliff is still not the ideal of a gentleman in Lockwood’s understanding, but he is at least as much of a gentleman as many country squires. Interestingly he seems to not care for his appearance, but we as readers come to learn that he was not born to be a gentleman but consciously became one. We also learn that he has a handsome figure and he is rather morose.

Both the house of Wuthering Heights and the character of Heathcliff are sometimes imagined as Gothic extremes, but here in this paragraph the social position and the “type” of both is identified definitely.

It is just a masterful paragraph.

#wuthering heights

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shop-gypsy · 1 year

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#bohostyle #boho #bohochic #bohodress #vacationoutfit #gipsyfashion #gipsydress #fashionforeveryone #westcoast #girlsnight #highquality #vintage #gipsygirl #TuesdayTip #tuesdaymood #blackouttuesday #tuesdaymorning #TuesdayThoughts #tuesdays #stylish #gipsy #addtocartkindaday

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madeofcc · 2 years

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hiya ben! are u in the mood for a random OC ask? If yes, what would u describe ur OC fashion style as? (example: goth, preppy, punk etc.) :D

Ooooh Rae ♥ I'm always in the mood for ask ! Especially OCs one :) So thanks a lot !

I made a pinterest page full of looks for each character of the DH gang, you can check it here. If I have to defined their style though ...

Destiny : Post Apo Skater Tom Boy

Leïla : Cute bookworm with a touch of hippy/dark academia style

Hiro : Random skater dude. He's basically the kind of dude you can see at every corner ... But always with a yellow touch

Renji : Stylish Goth ? They only wear black now ... Not specifically goth clothes but everything is black.

Milo : Fashion skater boy or vintage gay ? Milo loves fashion and clothes and basically change his style all the time. He's obsessed with crop top though.

Aïssa : Bad bitch look or Pretty in pink ! She's basically a trans female barbie and loves it :)

Soraya : Floral mom. She loves to wear floral dresses

Chester : Gipsy bookworm ? He doesn't really have the look now but he will. He's mainly bookworm, like a random dude you could see everywhere, except more handsome ...

#Answered ask #castawavy #thank you so much :)#I love Destiny style #I added the most pic on her pinterest page #though she's the less concerned about fashion #Aïssa is a princess though

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iztarshi · 2 years

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Leroux's account of Erik's life in the epilogue is amazing and, really, I have to quote the whole thing for you.

According to the Persian's account, Erik was born in a small town not far from Rouen. He was the son of a master–mason. He ran away at an early age from his father's house, where his ugliness was a subject of horror and terror to his parents. For a time, he frequented the fairs, where a showman exhibited him as the "living corpse." He seems to have crossed the whole of Europe, from fair to fair, and to have completed his strange education as an artist and magician at the very fountain–head of art and magic, among the Gipsies. A period of Erik's life remained quite obscure. He was seen at the fair of Nijni–Novgorod, where he displayed himself in all his hideous glory. He already sang as nobody on this earth had ever sung before; he practised ventriloquism and gave displays of legerdemain so extraordinary that the caravans returning to Asia talked about it during the whole length of their journey. In this way, his reputation penetrated the walls of the palace at Mazenderan, where the little sultana, the favorite of the Shah–in–Shah, was boring herself to death. A dealer in furs, returning to Samarkand from Nijni–Novgorod, told of the marvels which he had seen performed in Erik's tent. The trader was summoned to the palace and the daroga of Mazenderan was told to question him. Next the daroga was instructed to go and find Erik. He brought him to Persia, where for some months Erik's will was law. He was guilty of not a few horrors, for he seemed not to know the difference between good and evil. He took part calmly in a number of political assassinations; and he turned his diabolical inventive powers against the Emir of Afghanistan, who was at war with the Persian empire. The Shah took a liking to him.

This was the time of the rosy hours of Mazenderan, of which the daroga's narrative has given us a glimpse. Erik had very original ideas on the subject of architecture and thought out a palace much as a conjuror contrives a trick–casket. The Shah ordered him to construct an edifice of this kind. Erik did so; and the building appears to have been so ingenious that His Majesty was able to move about in it unseen and to disappear without a possibility of the trick's being discovered. When the Shah–in–Shah found himself the possessor of this gem, he ordered Erik's yellow eyes to be put out. But he reflected that, even when blind, Erik would still be able to build so remarkable a house for another sovereign; and also that, as long as Erik was alive, some one would know the secret of the wonderful palace. Erik's death was decided upon, together with that of all the laborers who had worked under his orders. The execution of this abominable decree devolved upon the daroga of Mazenderan. Erik had shown him some slight services and procured him many a hearty laugh. He saved Erik by providing him with the means of escape, but nearly paid with his head for his generous indulgence.

Fortunately for the daroga, a corpse, half–eaten by the birds of prey, was found on the shore of the Caspian Sea, and was taken for Erik's body, because the daroga's friends had dressed the remains in clothing that belonged to Erik. The daroga was let off with the loss of the imperial favor, the confiscation of his property and an order of perpetual banishment. As a member of the Royal House, however, he continued to receive a monthly pension of a few hundred francs from the Persian treasury; and on this he came to live in Paris.

As for Erik, he went to Asia Minor and thence to Constantinople, where he entered the Sultan's employment. In explanation of the services which he was able to render a monarch haunted by perpetual terrors, I need only say that it was Erik who constructed all the famous trap–doors and secret chambers and mysterious strong–boxes which were found at Yildiz–Kiosk after the last Turkish revolution. He also invented those automata, dressed like the Sultan and resembling the Sultan in all respects, which made people believe that the Commander of the Faithful was awake at one place, when, in reality, he was asleep elsewhere.

Of course, he had to leave the Sultan's service for the same reasons that made him fly from Persia: he knew too much. Then, tired of his adventurous, formidable and monstrous life, he longed to be some one "like everybody else." And he became a contractor, like any ordinary contractor, building ordinary houses with ordinary bricks. He tendered for part of the foundations in the Opera. His estimate was accepted. When he found himself in the cellars of the enormous playhouse, his artistic, fantastic, wizard nature resumed the upper hand. Besides, was he not as ugly as ever? He dreamed of creating for his own use a dwelling unknown to the rest of the earth, where he could hide from men's eyes for all time.

Isn’t that amazing? I'm amazed.

#phantom of the opera liveblog

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blaze13full · 2 years

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Lilac Skys Ch. 2

Chapter 2 is out also readable on Ao3!

Have fun drop kudos or a comment hope you have a wonderful day/evening/night

Chapter one and my AO3

The Undercity was more restless than it has been for the past years, it was in high alert.

A child was missing.

Well, not only A child. 

Normally no one would bet an eye if some child was missing from the streets, it happens far too often.

However, this child? This child was special. Of course, it was. It was the daughter of the mighty and powerful eye of Zaun, Silco, the Industrialist. Apparently, she had been missing for quite some time now, he just didn’t want anyone to know but since his inner circle was not able to find her, he has to rely on other means.

People started to line up in front of the Last Drop with small girls, terrified small girls they kidnapped or picked up from the streets but then it got amusing. Some of those people dressed Yordles up as human children, which was really funny to see a “kid” cursing like an old mineworker.

As might be expected, all of them were sent away or thrown out since nobody had the right child with them. Since nobody knew what his child looked like. He had always kept his daughter secret in fear someone would blackmail him. Which was natural when you are the ruler of a fucking empire.

When Pandora closed her shop this evening and walked over deeper into the undercity to where the Last Drop and the brothels were located, she had a bottle of expensive rum and two tumbler-glasses in her hands. Pandora didn’t wear her mask and had a green leather jacket over her shoulder, matching her eyes. 

Pandora was about to visit one of her oldest friends, which was quite literally her oldest. Barbette was the owner of the biggest brothel and most importantly had “VIP” seats to the show.

The show was watching how people would be thrown out of the Last Drop because they brought the wrong girl. Barbette was an old Yordle in the lanes and she was taking care of the prostitutes, like ALL of them. 

On the other side, nothing happens without HER knowing first, which is why Silco protects her establishments and girls. It was a give and a take for them, protection against information. “Come on old hag… you have seen the girl and you know her!”, Pandora said when they watched the 50th throw out of the bar from the top of the roof of one of the brothels. “If you call me old hag one more time, I will tell you nothing anymore”, she answered the other displeased and grumbling, taking a deep breath from her cigarette.

“Well…?”, Pandora asked again but the Yordle shook her head “No sweetheart, I won’t tell you a thing… the big man himself will”, she said, calmly with a twinkle of mischief in her eyes.

“Really?” Pandora continued “You know that Silco, the all mighty eye of Zaun” she purposefully exaggerated with gestures his title and name mockingly “Wants to meet me? Little me?”, she snickered. “Sure…” 

Babette smiled at her. “Well, I told him that if he wants his daughter found discreetly without people knowing and most of all SAFELY he should go and seek out the stray gipsy”, the older one explained. Pandora nodded. “That might just start off good business but what makes you think I can find her?”, she asked the older one with a smug grin.

“So, first you need to get back to your shop otherwise you won’t get the job”, the Yordle replies with a wide grin as she saw Pandoras face getting pale “You fucking bitch!”, the female growled as she collected her stuff and left in a rush, hearing her old friend giggle. 

Heavily gasping and also sweating from what felt like running a marathon in heels, she arrived at the store and turned-on dim lights and some candles. Then she went quickly to the back, thankfully she always kept some spear clothes and make-up there. Just to make sure, appearance was everything after all. Well at least most of it.

She refreshed her velvet lipstick and put on some eyeshadow to look smokey, before she changed into a black blouse. The mask she chose was the one of a cat, again, embellished with beautiful stones. They weren’t the real deal of course; she couldn’t afford diamonds or sapphires. But the mines of the undercity brought four also very beautiful and rare stones.

Most of the Piltovians weren’t even aware that those stones were fake, as long as no one looked too closely. Or put them into fresh and clean water.

Pandora took care of her hair, so it wouldn’t look that much out of place. She was just finished preparing the room, when she heard the doorbell behind her. “Ah, the Eye of Zaun and his loyal puppy” Pandora greeted them without having turned around yet. “Please follow me through to the back… there we have privacy.”

Without another word she opened the door, revealing a cozy little back room, with a big sofa and very comfortable and soft chairs in. A small table was standing in the middle with tarot cards laid out on it. “Please make yourselves comfortable, would you care for a drink?” she asked softly when the sexiest male voice she ever heard answered her, “Not tonight.” 

His voice was like rich chocolate or sweet caramel, smoothly running down her back and making her shiver. Pandora’s hair stood on edge, at the back of her nape. There was a predator in this room, no, it was not like that. It was different but Pandora couldn’t get a grasp at it, she couldn’t describe it.

When she turned around, she saw his trusty lap dog Sevika eyeing as if she just uncovered some scientific math problem. Silco just calmly sat down, ever so smug with the cigar he lit himself. His clothes were neat and clean perfectly without wrinkles and without dirt his hair was slicked back. What a nice silver fox he was, real eye-candy. Too bad he was off the market. Because he would never go there.

Like literally. 

Never leave his damn office.

“So, what brings the ALL SEEING Eye of Zaun to me? A mere small miserable stray?” she asked with a soft smile sitting down opposite of him. Was there a little irony in her voice? Maybe. Was there a lot of amusement in this statement? Definitely yes.

“You know why we are here… why I am here” he started, and Pandora nodded “Yes, of course,” she snickered a little “Your daughter” she confirmed and leaned forward.

Both of them stared at each other, a cold damp blue with a red cored black twin met emeralds when Sevika stepped forward “How do you know, it was us and how do you know he is looking for his daughter… WHAT do you know? SPIT IT!”, she demanded angrily with Pandora raising an eyebrow. Was she that stupid or did she just… really didn’t know what was going on?

“Sevika, she has her eyes and ears everywhere on the streets just like I do, and she knows about this…” Silco made a small gesture “Incident probably because she saw the cue in front of the Last Drop.” The look on Sevika’s face was pure gold and it made Pandora a little chuckle.

“You know, I need a little more than simple description.” Immediately after that sentence left her lips, he pulled out a picture of a certain blue haired girl. “It is a few months old, but it should suffice.” Pandora looked at the girl she clearly knew, but for now she kept it close. “THAT is your daughter?”, she asked with an amused smile “Adoptive… but yes she is mine”, he explained. “I don’t need to remined you to be…” 

“Discreet? No please, remind me again, I might have forgotten”, she snickered and took in a deep breath. “You know I am not an… “, she sucked in another deep breath “Enforcer. You get what kind of resources I will pull and how I might get to the location of your daughter?”, she asked now in all seriousness.

“I know and I hope so, I have heard from… sources what you are capable of. Actually, it was hard to find anything about you or on you and yet…”, he stopped mid-sentence to look at her but then shook his head before pulling out a briefcase of money. “Everyone seems to know you.”

A lot of money.

An almost hilarious amount of money.

A FUCKING SHIT TON OF MONEY!

She wasn’t staring with her mouth open, well maybe she was but she tried to calm herself quickly again. “This – this is…” TOO MUCH! She took in a deep short breath. “This will be enough to cover the costs…”, she brought out and had to clear her throat.

“Of course… barely I suppose.” Did he just taunt her?

“I can promise you first results at – “He didn’t even try to let her finish. “Two days, that’s Monday evening at my office, don’t worry they will let you through”, he simply explained. “Is there anything else you need?”, he asked while slowly rising.

“Well yes, what happened, where she could be, everything that might.” Silco had turned his back to her already. “Those information’s are private, but I am sure a woman of your reputation will find her in no time.”

Sevika took another glance at the black-haired woman before moving off. Pandora looked back and raised an eyebrow.

“Private my ass”, she mumbled before she looked at all that money. “I am…. In so much trouble if I fuck this up, but holy shit…”   

Back at the cottage, Pandora stored the money at a safe location, before following the loud sound of music, hammering and clanking. “Bubblegum I’m home!”, she shouted at her fixing up something to drink and a sandwich and following the noise.

The moment she stepped into the attic she was greeted by a blue haired girl fixing up the roof. It seemed as if she hadn’t noticed the older one yet, so she slowly came closer and put out the music, with the girl immediately turning. “PAN!”, she screeched almost.

It had been a few days now since the girl moved in. At first it was a little awkward but as soon as she started to trust her, she was unhinged. As if you let a cannonball loose. 

Jinx, the girl finally had told Pandora her name, was a force, a useful one because the girl had decided, as a thanks for staying and keeping her, she would repair a few things. At first Pan was a little distressed about the thought letting a kid repair the roof, but Jinx proofed herself being an excellent tinkerer and builder.

“Let us feed the residence, I’ll make some tea” Pandora offered with a smile getting another happy screech as Jinx had gobbled down the sandwich. “YES then you can tell me EVERYTHING of your exciting day!” The girl sprinted past her down to the kitchen.

Oh yes talking they needed. First however they fed the cats. Four, to be precise. Jhonny was a big Maine Coon, he normally stayed on the roofs overlooking the small house with the garden. He was orange and as far as Pandora could tell, he believed he was a lion. Which wasn’t so far off, he had a few scars and a torn ear. On his side was always snow, a clean pearly white cat with blue eyes. She would never leave him.

The black one was Onyx, a nosy little one, but kind and loving. She immediately took a liking in Jinx, even slept at her side. Then… there was Shimmer. The last one. She or rather It was called Shimmer because it was mutated so heavily, and its once beautiful fur tainted by the drug that only a purple-lilac monster was left.

After that Pandora brewed fruit tea and put out some cookies “Jinx…” She looked at the girl when she sat down and put out the picture Silco gave her. “Do you have anything to tell me about your father now?”

Until now Jinx hadn’t had talked about what happened, just that she ran away because she got in trouble.

“W – Why do you want to know all of a sudden?”, she asked, almost sounding scared. “Jinx… your father is Silco, the fucking Eye of Zaun, the Industrialist the handsome asshole that, a while ago, threatened to destroy my whole business, came to me and asked me to help him find his daughter… which apparently is you.”

Jinx was visibly uncomfortable, near to a panic attack but Pandora wrapped her arms around the kid “Look, if you are not ready to tell me or face your dad, that’s okay but we need a plan”, she said and sighed a little when Jinx had calmed down. “You… you won’t tell my dad?”, she asked carefully looking up teary eyed. “Are you kidding? You are scared shitless of him or what might happen to you when you are back with him, so I won’t tell him anything until you are ready. And out here… nobody will find you.”, Pandora assured her.

“Look I’m gonna be honest with you, I can’t fool him forever, but I can fool him for now. So, I will tell him. After… a week or two that you are with me and then we can work from there…”

She gasped and looked at her “You… you will tell him where I am?” Pandora snorted again. “I will tell him that you are safe in my care but not until you are ready…”, she said and sighed again. “But if you could tell me what happened then I might… I might understand and help you better than just hide you and be the target for the wrath of your father.”, Pandora mumbled and feared the moment she would have to tell Silco about his daughter having been perfectly fine the whole time.

“Dad won’t hurt you”, Jinx said nibbling on a cookie. “Oh, he will when he finds out you have been with me the whole time”, Pandora replied, letting a hand wander through her hair. Well maybe not if she takes care of her. “Nah Dad won’t hurt ya, don’t worry”

Confused Pandora looked up. “Why are you so sure about that?”, she asked the girl again making Jinx uncomfortable. “I… I can’t talk about it”, she mumbled.

Slowly but surely, Pandora had it with the child and her not wanting to talk about stuff. She grunted a little. “You know that you are insufferable with your no talking policy?”, she asked and looked at the girl but then smiled and gave her a kiss on the head. “Go wash yourself and then off to bed…”, she said and assured the girl to leave.

After Pandora had cleaned up, she walked over to leave some food outside. She could make out a faint lilac shimmer and smiled as she heard the quiet purring or growling of a cat, before heading inside again. 

Slowly she went up the stairs and saw Jinx already tugged in the bed and Pandora followed and sat next to her. “Tomorrow evening you’ll be off at a fancy shmancy party in Piltover right?” Pandora nodded. “Yes, I am and no, I am not going to take you with me.”, she clarified quickly and got an annoyed groan out of Jinx followed from an immense begging-trip.

And she pulled out all assets. The puppy-eyes, crying, bribing and finally sulking. “Jinx I promise you to bring you something from the party, but I really need to work there…” Pandora said and sighed a little. “You are going to steal something?”, Jinx asked smirking and Pandora blushed a little “Yes… maybe…”, she snickered. “I can’t promise you exactly what I will be taking but I will take something nice and shiny for you.”

“SHINY?!”, Jinx squealed with delight and happiness. “Promise me? Pinky promises me?”, she asked giddy with a big grin on her face. “Pinky promise.” Pandora held out her pinky and crossed it with Jinx’s before turning slowly getting out of the room “Sleep tight Bubble-gum!”

“W – wait. Pandora?” The black-haired woman stopped and turned her head slightly “Yes?” she waited for something until Jinx would react or talk to her, but nothing happened “Do you want me to stay?” There was no answer again so now Pandora turned around and slowly walked back to the bed. Her bed, but what can you do?

“Okay bubblegum scoot over I’m gonna stay now”, she mumbled and crawled with her into bed. “You don’t have to”, Jinx muttered and made some space for her. “No but I want to, you are in distress, and I am your knight in shining armor”, Pandora replied and wrapped her arms around the kid. “Now, you really need to sleep.” The black-haired woman yawned and curled up around her.

“Pandora?” Jinx voice was a whisper as she cuddled closer and made herself comfortable in the arms of the older woman. “Was…. was my dad mad?” she asked hiding her face in Pandoras arm. “No”, she murmured. “He pretended like he didn’t care but… he is worried.”, Pandora told her and sighed a little. “Verry worried.

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