#i really like the shawl collar this will be fun
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Tried drawing the cast of The Present is a Gift in a more updated way. I’m proud of how these came out!
Notes on the designs (along with some fun trivia for the AU) below:
Kip has a lot of pins on his messenger bag that indicate rank and training after he signs up at a new guild. They're his pride and joy, and he spends a lot of time polishing them! Kip also didn't struggle to evolve like Twig did, and in fact almost had a double evolution where he turned into a swampert immediately after evolving into a marshtomp! You can see he's got a lot of features from his next evolution, one of the most obvious being his coloring.
Darkrai is... well, there's not much to say about his design, as I didn't take too many liberties, but here's a fun fact about him in my AU: when he was first created, he was terrified of the dark. His opinion of it has greatly changed once he got a handle on his abilities, but he once trapped himself for several days in a dark abyss he accidentally created, and he had to be fished out by Cresselia, which really didn't help his initial opinion.
Twig has only a few scattered scales on her body! Charmeleons are covered in scales, but charmanders don't have any--- so as a result of her incomplete evolution, she's only got a few scattered patches here and there. She also wears a little shawl with a lunar feather sewn onto the hem most of the time because she gets cold easily. She's very upset about that fact--- she's a fire-type, dang it--- but she also didn't grow up from infancy learning how to manage her inner temperature and the flames she can summon. This is also the reason she prefers to fight using her fists and the occasional stick--- she doesn't like fire, and she can't control hers well at all. As a result of her difficulty regulating her flame, it changes colors regularly, almost like a mood ring.
Celebi is pretty much the same as her standard design, minus the eyelashes and the little keyhole window in her "shirt", so here's another bit of trivia: She cannot whistle, and is really bitter about this. Do you know how many times she could wolf-whistle sarcastically to make the Funniest Jokes ever but the universe has deigned to make her incapable of it? It's a lot. It's a lot. She pretends to not be angry about this but it's extremely obvious. The future trio have a ban on whistling in their household so as to keep the peace and prevent Celebi from flipping tables.
Grovyle has this ratty old scarf he's always wearing... it's covered in patches and holes and has had to be stitched back together on numerous occasions after it fell apart at the seams. Twig has repeatedly asked him why he keeps the old thing when he could just get a new one, and he always dodges the question. Turns out she made that thing by hand and wore it with pride as a kid, and that Grovyle started wearing it himself after they were separated in the passage of time. It's always on him, even if he's not wearing it.
Dusknoir has a lot of scars! More than you'd expect for someone so capable in a fight. The reason for this is that he'd encourage the sableye to go all out when training with him--- and would get upset if they held anything back. The Dark Future wasn't a place for hesitation, and he needed to erase any hint of it in their minds if they were to survive there. The end result is a number of scars he got from training those six up that he wears with pride. The man is essentially a fridge with his kids' crayon art on it in his eyes. One of them nearly took off one of the frills on his collar and he just about wept with how proud he was. The sableye in question thought he was in so much pain he was crying and freaked out.
#stuff by sofie#the present is a gift au#pmd#pokémon mystery dungeon#pmd sky#pmd explorers#pmd eos#pmd2#pmd grovyle#pmd dusknoir#pmd celebi#PMD future trio#future trio#future crew#pmd darkrai#charmeleon#pokemon charmeleon#marshtomp#pokemon marshtomp#darkrai#pokemon darkrai#celebi#pokemon celebi#grovyle#pokemon grovyle#dusknoir#pokemon dusknoir#and you know what?#Dadnoir#everyone better look at my fridge art dusknoir headcanon it's amazing
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ID: a flushed logainne staring at her left hand in awe, sparkles around her. she wears glasses, a light brown vest with a white collar and pink ribbon, a light blue blazer, and a purple beret. she has blonde hair in bangs and twin braids. End ID.
ID: chip and leaf embracing each other. chip stares off into the distance, blushing with wide eyes, thinking “marigold…” leaf tucks his head into chip’s neck also wide-eyed, blushing and thinking, “warm…” leaf wears a wolf hat, a pink shirt, and a brown vest with patches. chip wears a white-and-teal striped collared sweater with a white cardigan tied around his shoulders. End ID.
ID: leaf collapsed in a passageway between two seats, one side seating logainne, who jumps. they are both startled. there is a “fwump!” onomatopoeia. in addition to their previously described clothes, leaf wears light blue sweatpants and white sneakers, logainne wears a grey skirt, translucent stockings, white socks and sneakers. End ID.
ID: leaf pointing at a shiny sticker on his arm and simply stating, “i got a sticker.” End ID.
ID: marcy staring up at jesus gliding in the air. jesus is smiling serenely with closed eyes, twirling a yellow ribbon. his hair is very shiny. marcy is awed. jesus has a large heart on his chest surrounded by gold. marcy wears her hair in high pigtails and a large red ribbon, a yellow sweater, and orange tartan overalls. End ID.
ID: a blurry mitch in the background sprinting towards panch, who looks back at mitch in a crab-like position, anxious and sweating. mitch’s eyes are red and flared. above him are the words in asterisks, "protective mode activated". mitch wears a denim vest and pants over a white shirt and a blue bandanna. panch wears a dark blue vest over a light blue shirt and black bowtie, glasses, and brown flannel pants. End ID.
ID: carl dad holding a drink, sprinkling something on the ground with a popped leg. logainne watches in the background, jaw dropped in horror. above in red all caps text reads, “vine boom.” carl dad is wearing glasses, a purplish-blue blazer over a dark pink shirt, light blue sweatpants and dark blue shoes. End ID.
ID: illustrations of carl dad. 1: he moves to the left with a raised limp wrist, exaggeratedly saying, “Miss Peretti, you’re so funny!” 2: he cups his cheek, looking distressed, saying, “Oh my god, this isn’t the bathroom!” 3: he gestures behind him at logainne, who is saying “beeee!” and angrily says, “clap!” slightly behind him is dan, who smiles enthusiastically with closed eyes. dan wears a colorful striped shawl over a dark blue shirt. End ID.
ID: barfee and olive sitting next to each other. they hold out their hands flat in front of them. olive grins up at barfee, slightly hunched, while barfee stares at her hands, intrigued. barfee wears a yellow shirt, a blue vest with yellow cloud-like objects on it, brown shorts and a straw hat with a chin strap. olive wears purple fingerless gloves, a green hoodie over a white-and-green striped polo, and blue pants. she has her hair in low pigtails and a green headband with a small ribbon. End ID.
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Some of my favorite lil moments in my local production of 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee!! It has been so much fun interning for this lovely show and i wanted to share some propaganda via fanart. If you're in or around the Makati area, please pleaaase check it out, i implore, it's so creative and energetic and fun. This was my first proper exposure to the show and honestly i think it was perfect. The direction, choreo, costumes, character choices, are all SO amazing!!!!
Information can be found at the Sandbox Collective's Instagram or Facebook page :D
also yes, these are all things that more or less really happened in the production. including the vine boom (kind of. it was a different dramatic sting but still).
can you tell leaf is my favorite fjkdfjs
#25th annual putnam county spelling bee#25apcsb#25pcsb fanart#chip tolentino#leaf coneybear#logainne schwartzandgrubenierre#marcy park#olive ostrovsky#william barfee#mitch mahoney#douglas panch#musicals#prismatic art#described
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More Than A Woman - Part 3 (Finger Licking Good / Jolene)
Read Part 1 & 2
Read part 4 & Part 5
You x Shirley Carter (70s-80s Southern Housewife Original Character - Elizabeth Olsen)
*Disclaimer/Summary: This completely Fictional Character is based on the way Lizzie plays old-fashioned Housewives. (Some inspo is taken from WandaVision, I Saw The Light, and Love & Death) This character is in no way a portrayal of any real-life people. Audrey Williams and Candy Montgomery were real people that Lizzie has portrayed for entertainment purposes in tv & film. This story is not about them. I just want to see Lizzie play a 70s-80s housewife that is secretly Gay and stuck in a religious small-town in the South. Since she has never done that but has played the part of perfect housewife I decided to make my own character.* I will be using edited pictures from the characters she has played and unaltered gifs since it's way too hard to edit those.*
Character Description since this is a made up character: mid length-wavy-dark brown hair (think more the length in I saw the Light like it falls to her collar bones but the deep dark brown from goth Wanda era, Emerald Green eyes, Wears form fitting dresses and high waisted pants and skirts.
The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.
Angst/Smut/Fluff
TW: SMUT, 18+, Cheating on husbands to be GAY together,
I am so obsessed with Lizzie playing housewife that I made a playlist! More Than A Woman
AN: This is Part Three to this Original Series
Word Count: 4,424
Imagine This:
Today Shirley made lunch and brought it over in an adorable red checkered picnic basket. You are excitedly waiting in your living room until she gives you permission to enter the kitchen. You have heard about her famous cooking skills from almost everyone in this town.
You can hear cupboards opening and closing and are so tempted to try and sneak a peak but know better. She threatened you with no kisses if you didn’t stay put.
“Do you need help finding anything?”
“No, I’ve got it! I like the way Theo has organized the kitchen; it's similar to mine.”
You smile. “Oh good God! You can NEVER tell him that! He would gloat about it forever. It was such a huge ordeal organizing that damn kitchen.”
She laughed “Sounds like you two have a lot of fun.”
“Oh we are trouble honestly but we make it work.”
“Mmm-hmm.”
You heard the sound of a drink being poured and the glass cups clinked against the table and your excitement peaked. She cleared her voice and took on a more playful tone that accentuated her southern accent.
“Honey, lunch is ready!”
“Coming darling!”
You shot off the couch and rushed toward the kitchenet. As you rounded the corner you stopped dead in your tracks at the sight in front of you. She had shown up to your house in tight high waisted blue jeans and a red checkered shirt that matched her picnic basket. However as she stands next to the table she sports a dangerously low cut tiny little black nightgown that only goes to her mid thigh and a black see through shawl that goes to the floor.
“Wow, you look delicious.”
She smirks and your eyes widen as you realize you said that outloud. You stutter a bit, “I me-meant lunch looks…No I was right YOU look DELICIOUS.”
She plays with the shawl and moves toward what has become her chair. “Well, I’m finger licking good. I am.”
Your eyes widen in shock “Oh I KNOW you ARE!”
She shakes her head and sits down. “I think today you should get more than just a taste.”
You move to your chair sitting before your legs give out on you. “Shirley Carter, you are killing me!”
“Oh, I sure hope not. I kind of need you alive. Now come on, eat.”
“Yes ma’am!”
You moan at the taste of the wonderful meal she has made just for you. You would have exaggerated your reaction to the food regardless but it’s really that good.
“This is the best lunch I’ve ever had, Shirley! Truly this is a fantastic lunch. Thank you.”
Her smile brightens as she finishes the food in her mouth. “I’m glad you like it. I enjoy cooking.”
You nod “I can tell. You’d have to enjoy cooking to get this good at it.”
She laughs softly. “Next time I am teaching you how to cook something.”
“Oh really? You sure you’re ready to take on that kind of risk?”
“I can handle you.”
Her smirk is evil and so damn sexy.
“If you are gonna talk like that we are not going to be able to enjoy the rest of this food.”
“Is that so?”
“You are killing me!”
“I already told you. I need you alive.”
“Yet here you are continuing to try and murder me.”
She bites her bottom lip and smirks. “It’s not my fault you are so fun to mess with.”
You can’t contain your laughter and it makes her laugh with you. Light conversation and playful teasing continue as you both finish the delicious lunch and clean up. You cherish the compatibility the two of you have as you clean up. You can't stop glancing at her as you dry the dishes and put her dishes back in the basket. She catches your stare and you can feel your cheeks flush.
"Why the look?"
"You are just so beautiful. I just really like being around you."
She tilted her head to the side as she dried her hands. "Y/N."
You moved toward her and she turned her back to the island counter and leaned against it with a soft smile. You placed your hands on her hips softly. She moved her arms to rest on your shoulders.
"Do you understand how gorgeous you are?"
She bites her bottom lip and shakes her head no. "Hmm-mmm."
You pick her up and set her on the island counter. Her legs squeeze around you. You lean in and kiss her neck. "You are breathtakingly gorgeous."
You move your lips down to her collar bones kissing lightly. "You captivate me with everything you do."
Your lips travel down to her exposed cleavage kissing a bit more firmly. "I can't help but stare when you are around. You are the only thing I want to see."
You suck her skin leaving the lightest bruise and she moans as she runs her hands in your hair. She leans into your kisses arching her back ever so slightly into you. She is soft in your hands. Her long legs have pinned you close to her by wrapping around you tightly.
You nip a bit too hard and she throws her head back "AH!"
She pulls you away from her chest by your hair and her gaze is intense. Her pupils are wide leaving thin rings of green. "Fuck Y/N! Take me to bed right now."
You grab her hips and slide her to the edge of the counter and her legs squeeze around you tighter as you pick her up and hold her ass to keep her in your arms. She squeezes your shoulders and tucks her head in the crook of your neck. Her lips press against your skin softly at first. You manage to get to the hallway of your bedroom before your knees start to feel weak from her kisses. You press her up against a wall and take a deep breath. "Fuck, Shirley!"
Her mouth opens against your neck and she sucks and bites at your skin leaving marks. You grab at her ass tighter and rush toward your room. You push her up against the door roughly and she breaks from your neck to capture your lips. The kiss is passionate and hot. Her tongue dominates yours as she pulls at your hair. You manage to get the door open and rush to your bed. You go to set her down and fall on top of her when her legs keep a tight hold around your waist. She breaks the kiss and stares into your eyes. "I want your tongue inside me."
You smirk down at her. "Mmm you're going to have to let me go then."
Her legs release the death grip they had on you and you stand up and quickly remove all your clothes. She sits up and quickly removes her black nightgown, tossing it to the side. She lays back as you crawl into the bed between her long legs.
You kiss up the insides of her toned legs and she sighs. "Slow go slow."
"Tap me twice if you need me to stop or say red. Yellow and I will slow down. Green and I will keep going. Okay?"
She nodded "yellow I've never."
"Shh it's okay I got you."
You continue to kiss up her legs and get to her inner thighs then stop and lift yourself up to kiss her lips. Her hands tangle into your hair. You move your kisses down her neck and chest. You hold one breast in your hand and kiss the other. You pinch her nipple between your fingers and suck and bite softly on the other. She arches into you "ah ah Y/N!"
You bite and suck and flick your tongue over her stiff nipple and pinch the other then swap and repeat. You moan against her because she is so soft and warm and you can't wait much longer. You want to taste her so bad!
You move your kisses down her abdomen and try to control the urge to bite her and leave your mark all over her. You leave light marks and kiss lower and lower slowly. You hover over her center and look up at her to catch her staring intensely. "Green?"
She nods her head yes but you don't move until she gets the hint "G-green."
You slowly lean down and kiss her clit softly. "AH!"
"Mmm."
You open your mouth and run your tongue through her slick folds. She tastes so fucking good that you can't contain your moans. You run your tongue up and down slowly. She squirms and moans and you have to hold her hips down with one hand to keep her in place. One of her legs is spread out to the side a bit and the other has come to rest on your back. You open your mouth more and surround her clit, sucking it lightly.
"Fuck oh ah ah ah! Fuck Y/N!"
You can tell it is not going to take much by how much her legs are trembling. You moan into her, sending vibrations directly to her clit. You suck harder and flick your tongue in a pattern that has her legs flexing. Her heel digs into your back and you hope she leaves a bruise. She arches her back and cums but you don't stop. You move your tongue to her entrance that is pulsing and contracting around nothing and press your tongue in to get as much of her as you can. Her breathing is hot and heavy.
You want more so you move and press two fingers into her. You move your lips back to her clit and suck hard then soft in a pattern pulse that matches your fingers thrusting in and out of her. You curl your fingers every time you flick your tongue over her clit. She moans and squirms her legs squeezing around you. You feel her walls tighten around your fingers and keep moving as best as you can as she tightens completely before you feel her release. The second she releases your fingers you replace them with your tongue and feel your own walls contract around nothing as she squeezes you and you get her sweetness directly from the source. She cums hard and with a scream.
"AAAAHHH! OHFUCKGOD AH AH FUCK!"
You can feel the mess she's made but are too focused on getting every bit that you can to care. Her legs fall limp on either side of you and she breathes heavily. "Fuck Y/N! Sensitive Ah!"
You feel her pull your hair and lick her softer until she forces you up. As air hits your face you can feel how wet your chin is and lick your lips. She looks at you with a devilish grin and pulls you up to kiss you. She licks your lips and kisses your chin softly sucking her sweetness from your skin "mmm."
You collapse on top of her and breathe her in as her long fingers run over your back. After a while you are not sure how long, she squeezes you to get your attention.
“I want to make you feel that good. I mean that was the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had.”
“Do you mean you want to try that specifically because I already came when you came around my tongue.”
“You came without me touching you?”
“Oh yeah, feeling and tasting you brings me so much pleasure.”
She bites her bottom lip and you can see it in her eye right before she flips you over. As she settles on top of you she kisses your lips and then starts a trail of kisses down your chest and torso. She lays down between your legs and just the sight of her there looking up at you with so much hunger has you on edge. You take a deep breath trying to steady yourself but it’s no use. She kisses your inner thigh and you know you are going to die like this.
She sucks on your inner thigh and bites at your sensitive skin. “Oh fuck!”
She does the same to the other thigh and you know she has left her marks claiming you as hers. Ever since you told her about your marriage she has been leaving her mark all over you and you never want her to stop. Except right now it feels a bit like torture to have her lips so close and yet so far from where you need her. She slowly hovers over your core and glaces up at you. She keeps eye contact as she slowly leans down and plants a soft kiss to your hot wet clit.
She explores slowly and it's building you up. Her lips and hot breath have you melting. You feel her tongue softly press against you and it's almost too much. She keeps glancing up as she tries different things. Small and wide circles. Flicks. Long licks. She reads your every reaction. Every breathy moan.
She moves back to your clit and sucks on it then releases it and soothes it with her tongue. You can't keep your head up any longer to watch. You throw your head back and your back arches.
She continues the pattern loving the effect she has on you. Your muscles begin to strain and tighten. Far too quickly you feel your legs tremble and have to fight not to squeeze around her head as your body shudders and the tight coil in your lower abdomen releases.
“Fuck Oh FUCK!”
She sits between your legs in awe as you catch your breath. “You know, you are pretty finger licking good yourself, Y/N.”
You can’t control your laughter and it makes her laugh with you.
She gets up and turns on the little radio you have on your vanity and then she moves to snuggle against your side. You wrap and arm around her holding her tight and close and she runs her fingers softly over your chest.
Time slows and you are not sure how long you lay there but you could spend the rest of your days like this. Just listening to the radio softly as you cuddle her in your bed naked and blissfully spent.
The song Jolene by Dolly Parton plays over the radio and you can’t stop the grin that takes over your face.
You sit up and straddle Shirley's hips as you begin to sing the lyrics to her with a playful tone.
“Your beauty is beyond compare with flaming locks of auburn hair, with ivory skin and eyes of emerald green, your smile is like a breath of spring, your voice is soft like summer rain and I cannot compete with you, Shirley.”
She laughs and you lean down to kiss her. You part but stay leaning over her. “It could literally be about you! Well minus the hair.”
You run your hands through her dark brown hair and smile. “Needs to be a bit more on the red side but I like this color.”
Her smile is adorable and you hope your mind is memorizing every detail of just how pretty she is when she's happy.
“I dyed my hair red once, for a bit, it was really long then too.”
“Oh I must see pictures of that! Please say you have pictures of that!”
“I may have some pictures but you have to promise not to make fun. I was going through a bit of a hippie phase.”
“We’ve all been through that phase.”
“Miss Dolly is right, well sort of, you could easily take anyone’s man or woman but Dolly should have written it like she was in love with Jolene.”
She tilts her head to the side as she looks up at you and you can see it in her softened gaze that she feels it too. You lean down and kiss her softly because looking at her loving gaze is too much right now.
“We should shower. I have to pick up the girls and now I need to find pictures in my scrapbook for you.”
You nod and get up. You offer her your hand and she takes it. You pull her up and squeeze her in your arms before leading her into the bathroom. The silly atmosphere you shared last time plays in your mind and makes you smile like an idiot at her. Luckily she gives you the same cheesy smile in return.
You grab the soap. “Can I wash your back?”
She nods and turns away from you. You want to memorize all the random freckles. You lather the soap and softly wash her back with sudsy hands. Her shoulders visibly relax and a soft sigh leaves her lips as she leans into your touch. You rub the soap over her shoulders but massage her muscles as you do it. Your hands travel lower and she sighs as you continue to massage her sore body. Her lower back feels tight and you apply a little more pressure making her breath out hot and shaky. You continue your efforts to her fine ass. “Mmm, Y/N.”
She turns around and bites her bottom lip as she looks at you “No funny business we haven’t got the time.”
You give her your best innocent smile “I was simply washing your back.”
She shakes her head but her smile gives her away. “Mmm-Hmm.”
You get more soap in your hands and run them over her shoulders and down her chest to her breasts. You squeeze them playfully with a smirk and continue down to her hips. You watch the soap and water drip down her body and can’t help but be jealous of the drops. Your thoughts are broken as she steps closer to you and lifts one of her long legs up to rest on the edge behind you. You massage soap down her leg and she sighs, closing her eyes for just a moment to enjoy the warm water and the touch of your hands. You do the same with her other leg and soak in the image of her as best as you can because something about water dripping down her skin is everything and your mind wants to keep this memory forever. She rinses off and you just watch in awe as her muscles flex. When she is all clean she moves from under the water and takes the soap from you which finally brings you back to reality.
She gestures with her index finger to turn around and you do as you are told. You relax as you feel ehr rub the soap over your shoulders and down your back. She massages you like you massaged her and playfully smacks your ass. You turn to look at her with a cheeky smile “Mrs. Carter!”
She looks around. “Who me? I didn’t do anything.”
“Oh sure!”
She puckers her lips trying to contain her smile and it makes your soul happy. She can be so serious sometimes but her silly side is everything. She continues washing your front and decides to continue her shenanigans as she giggles your breasts in her hands.
“Are you having fun?”
“Oh I’m having the time of my life.”
You grab her wrists and pull her closer kissing her silly crooked smile with your own smile playing at your lips. “You are lucky you are so cute!”
“Oh yeah?” She tilts her head “Does that mean I can get away with anything?”
“Like you didn’t already know that.”
“Mmm I mean I do but I like hearing it.”
“Oh of course you do. You just love to torture and tease me!”
“I would never!”
You shake your head at her sarcasm and splash water at her. She looks at you shocked and then splashes you with water and you both break out into laughter.
>>>>
As you walk her to the front door you play with the picnic basket in your hands. You don’t want to say goodbye. You know the second she is out of your sights reality will come crashing down on you. Hell reality already is crashing down on you.
She takes the basket from you. “It’s been a pleasure.”
“Yeah.”
She sets the basket down on the side table you have by your front door and takes a step into your personal space. “Hey whats-”
“-Nothing.”
“Well, obviously it’s not nothing.”
She runs her thumb over your jawline and sighs. “What is it?”
“I-just.” You shake your head no and grab her hand removing it from your face. “I miss you already. You get to go back to your little family and I’m just left in an empty house.”
“I see.”
She sucks on her bottom lip for a second contemplating. “Why don’t you come over in 15 minutes? We can’t be like this, but I could show you my scrapbook and the girls like you. Maybe you could get them to do their homework.”
Your face brightens. “Are you sure? You were so worried about all this before.”
“Well, I've been thinking. We can be friends and you were right now one even noticed at tennis practice that you kept staring."
"I was being discreet!"
"Honey, you are so obvious. Luckily for us the small town minds are clueless."
She pecked your lips. "See you in, 15! Bring your own scrapbooks."
She grabbed her basket and turned to the door leaving with a pep in her step.
>>>>
When you pull up to her house the girls are outside racing back and forth from tree to tree. When they see you they automatically race to you.
"Y/N!" "Y/N!"
They yelled in unison as they ran to hug you. The embrace made you smile and little did you know but Shirley was melting watching the encounter from the window.
"Race you to the door!"
You took off in a mad dash. "Losers have to do their homework!"
"No fair!" ~ "Cheater!"
You make it to the door in time to turn around and stick your tongue out at them. "Sorry girls I'm just lightning fast."
They ran into your arms together and in unison whined "You cheated!"
"I would never!"
You usher them inside to find Shirley coming down the stairs with a silly smile plastered across her beautiful face.
"Hi, Shirley! Found these two trouble makers outside they don't belong do you do they?"
"Hmm nope my girls are little angels. Couldn't be mine."
In unison. "MOM!"
You broke first laughing and they all joined in. "These two angels lost the race and are now going to go do some homework."
"Oh is that right?"
"Y/N cheated!" Marissa said.
"Yeah it was so not fair!" Madison added.
"I saw from the window it seemed pretty fair to me. Now scoot."
She shooed them with her hand and they ran off down the hall.
"Would you like some tea? Or a cookie, baked them yesterday."
"You had cookies and didn't bring any earlier! Yes I want a cookie!"
You follow her into the kitchen. Glancing around at all her decorative little things. You run into her as she stops abruptly. You step back quickly "sorry sorry."
You clutch at your bag and she turns with a soft smile on her lips. "It's okay."
She looked over your shoulder down the hall and pulled you to the corner of the kitchen. She leans in and pecks your lips and whispers "relax."
You nod and she pecks your lips quickly once more then lets you go. "Did you bring your scrapbook in this handy bag?"
She pulls on the strap across your front. "Sure did!"
"I can't wait to see yours."
She moved to the cupboard and grabbed two glasses. She fills them with iced tea and hands you one.
She turns to her kitchen island and grabs a bright orange Tupperware container. You follow her to the table that has some cute books set out on it. She sets the container down, takes a sip of her tea and sets it on a flower coaster.
You follow her lead and set your drink on another flower coaster. "Your decorations are cute, Shirley."
"Why thank you."
You pull your scrapbook out and set it infront of you as you take a seat. She smiles and sits next to you. She pulls a pink and orange book over and opens it. There in a pretty pink paper with hearts is a collage of pictures. Shirley has long red hair. She is dressed in oranges and reds and is just glowing. She looks so happy. She's pregnant in a few of the pictures with the girls and it says M&M born 1970 right in the center. Part of you wishes you had been here 8 years ago to see her in person but the other part of you is happy you didn't have to live through seeing her happily start her family.
"Wow you were not kidding about your hair."
"I've tried a variety of things."
She flipped through pages and books to show you as she spoke. "I did a sandy brown, really short for a while then went blonde for a bit. I tried a perm but I hated that."
You gawk at the pictures, she is so beautiful in all of them it doesn't matter what she's doing or wearing, what color or style her hair is, she looks stunning in every single one. "Wow you can pull off any look."
"Oh please let me see yours."
She takes your book and opens it smiling at your wedding pictures. You and your husband look adorable and very cute but in an innocent sort of childhood friends kind of way. Which now that Shirley knows makes her sort to hold back her laughs. "Wow you two look-"
"Ridiculous. I know."
"I was going to say cute. Thank you very much!"
"Oh sure."
"I was! You two look like you're playing dress up as kids but definitely cute."
"That's what it felt like honestly."
She nodded. You flipped through pages and pages sharing stories and laughs. You smile and compliment her on how perfect her girls are seeing their baby pictures and growing into the cuties they are now. They look just like her.
It truly isn't fair that you can't have this life with her. You'd give anything to just be John.
AN: I just really want to wake up as Robbie Arnett.
Shirley's Scrapbook 😍🥰
#Elizabeth Olsen#Female Reader X Shirley Carter#70s-80s Southern HouseWife#cheating on husbands to be gay but the husbands are also Gay lol#original series#made up original character based on the way Elizabeth Olsen plays old fashioned Housewives#smut#angst#wlw#lesbian#playlist for elizabeth olsen living her best disco life and that are vibes for the show and for dancing#inspo taken from WandaVision and I Saw The Light and Love & Death
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So any thoughts on the design of Resplendent Aversa so far?
LOTSA THOUGHTS. Like I have been thinking about this Resplendent aaaalllllllll day.
So first off, Aversa is our first Grail unit to be a Resplendent. And honestly, she absolutely deserves it and I wouldn't have anyone else be the first pick. All it means is that she has paved the way for other Grail units to get a Resplendent: Resplendent F!Robin, Resplendent Lloyd/Linus, Resplendent Joshua, Resplendent Astram... the possibilities are never-ending and thanks to Aversa, we now get to basically get alts for some of these other units (The ones who don't have alts, that is. I feel so bad for Julius fans where Julia has like three alts and he has none).
Now onto the critique itself:
Ok so first off, the incorporation is gorgeous, but I do have some minor (hear, very minor) nitpicks. I wish her cross-belt and wrist gauntlets would be more nature-based, instead of being straps and metal. It could have been nice to have had a braided vine for the belt instead, especially when you have the green tendrils around the petals on her hips. And I wish the body suit could have been played around with a bit more, it falls into the same issue with Elise where they've kept the regular dark shades of her outfit's palette instead of experimenting. And finally, maybe push the design of the headpiece juuuuust a smidge; it looks like the prongs are supposed to be vines, but maybe have some flowers at the base of where it starts on her head. But this is still such a lovely outfit; the wings are a unique four-split design that's usually seen in the Dokkalfheimr outfits so it's nice to see for a Ljosalfheimr, and there's texture to the petals on her hips and the collar of her outfit, plus the little vines. And such a beautiful choice of colors (the choice that isn't the muddy brown, lol), they took Aversa's almost all-black outfit and made it soft. Also the mini-shawl around her shoulders underneath the shoulder puffs. Lovely.
And the art itself is really beautiful too, so much detail in her puffy sleeves with the wrinkles, and they really made her eyes stand out. Posework checks out, expression is fun and honestly, like I've mentioned before, while I love PenekoR's artwork, Aversa's art is clearly an outdated piece that could have used an update.
I am really really REALLY happy that IS specifically chose Ljosalfheimr for Aversa. Lots of people would probably argue for Hel or Dokkalfheimr for her, but this choice means that they remembered her Spotpass recruitment, and how she was a normal girl brainwashed by Validar into being a sultry femme-fatale. It really makes me happy and it's the best fit for Aversa.
Realistically it's an 8/10 but I honestly love it so much, it personally feels like a 10/10 for me.
#Fire Emblem Heroes#FEH#ask game#Now all we need is an Aversa alt#Like a real Seasonal Aversa alt#It's so dumb that she's been skipped over for an alt sometimes
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GRATEFUL DAYS ADEL - VOICE COLLECTION
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"I know it's not what you're used to, but I have no intention of cutting corners."
"Compared to when we first met. You've grown so much. I can't wait to see what the future holds for you."
"Are you up to speed on your Thanksgiving preparations? If you're going to do it, do it perfectly. Don't stop working until the very last minute."
"I suppose there are always troubles at festivals."
"Wait and see. I'll be done soon."
"Decide what area you want to visit next."
"Can you still work?"
"I'll patch it up in one go."
"Should I thank you?"
"I'm not much for wasting time on recreation, but it's not awful seeing you have so much fun."
"On the job or off the job, I can no longer stop thinking about you. But you already know that, don't you?"
"Well, you're looking lively. I'm glad that you are enjoying yourself. You deserve a vacation to stretch your legs once in a while."
"I've taken great pains to ensure that every button is in the right place. It's a token of my appreciation for you."
"I only tailor clothes for people I know and approve of."
"I made this dress for you as an expression of my admiration and gratitude for all your hard work. There's another reason…Can you guess?"
"I wish to escort you, wearing the dress I made you. Now, give me your hand."
"With you by my side, I may even surpass my dreams."
"This brilliance is my aspiration and pride as a tailor. I will continue to polish it until the day I die."
"Don't look so surprised. I'm willing to forgive you."
"When I walk towards my dreams, I know you'll be there for me. You will follow me, won't you?"
"Here at Grateful Park, is a place where craftsmen show their inner thoughts and techniques. Enjoy to your heart's content."
"I'll be in charge of customer service, public relations, etcetera. There's a lot to do, but in terms of busyness, it's no different than usual."
"I am charged with taking the initiative to thank all those involved. Are you surprised that I took on this task?"
"Your achievements are rarely publicized, so take this opportunity to receive as much praise as you can."
"When I worked in the Woodman's district, I saw all kinds of machines."
"When I passed by the gourmet area, I smelled a sweet scent…It seems to be a good place to replenish one's calories."
"In that area they use some kind of witchcraft to heal people. I'm curious to see if it helps with fatigue."
"I feel like I've been the only one answering questions. What is your area of interest?"
"You say there are too many to choose from? Then why not choose them all. There is still time."
"Hmm, as for the contents of the exhibit. I've tried to be particular about all of them."
"You're very dedicated. If you care that much, I will visit you later."
"You have a strange look on your face…Hm? Explain it? It would be easier to just show you."
"I've decided that I am going to be your companion today. You can ask me anything you'd like."
"Is there any area of the park that particularly interests you?"
"Did you come to check if there are any dark circles under my eyes? No need to worry, I'm in perfect health.
"No need to rush. The park and gala are not going anywhere…Huh, was it really that much fun?"
"As an ambassador, I've done my homework on each of the areas. If there's anywhere you'd like to go, just let me know."
"Are you wondering if I enjoyed the park too? I do not know. Leave it to your imagination."
"if you want to buy souvenirs, there are specialty markets. We can stop by on the way home."
"There will be a drastic difference in temperature between indoors and outdoors. Put this shawl on.
"Before we do anything…Your collar is crooked. Hold still while I fix it. Okay, that's perfect."
"Even if it is my job, I refuse to do anything I don't agree with."
"Are you still in contact with the other Meisters even at such a distance? I'm just a little worried about them."
"I don't think you've noticed, but your brooch is out of alignment. I'll fix it."
"I think we've both been a little too relaxed, haven't we?"
"It's impressive that you have made it this far without dropping out of my workshop."
"Your daily support has made my work more efficient. You can be proud of this as your achievement."
"In short, I'm grateful, and I'm looking forward to the future."
"I had a hankering to know more about you, so I decided to start by observing you closely."
"I don't have time to appreciate people often. Such an opportunity is precious."
"I declare that you are my 'assistant'"
"What are you up to? You look restless. Come on, tell me."
"I'm not very conscious of my birthday, but this…Feels suprisingly good. Thank you."
"That's enough gifts. Your feelings have been expressed. I'm surprisingly well-liked, it would seem."
"Oh, you chose this? Well, you seem to have a good eye for things."
"Hmm, a gift? I'll take it."
"Not my cup of tea. You should be more observant."
"That's enough, it's time for me to get back to work."
"You're thoughtful as always. You know exactly what I like."
"I don't often pick these things up for myself…"
"I have my doubts about why you gave it to me, but I appreciate the thoughtfulness."
"When I saw this, for some reason, I pictured your face…I found myself buying it. Take it."
"I always expect you to, but you never betray me. You are an expert in making me happy."
"Hmm…If it's your recommendation, I'll give it a try at least once."
"Seriously, just leave it there and I'll let you spoil me when I'm done with the rest of my work………Wait."
"You support me both professionally and privately, will you accept?"
#Yumekuro#YMKR#Yumekuro Translations#YMKR translations#Otome#Dream Meister Translations#Otome Translations#Dream Meister And The Recollected Black Fairy#Dream Meister And The Recollected Black Fairy translations#adel#adelvoice
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Rating Nobel Dinner outfits
I’m home sick so we’re gonna look at the most specialiest of awards shows, ie the one where a bunch of very intelligent and/or rich and/or influential and/or un/lucky people get to eat a very expensive dinner on camera. I am Swedish and obviously biased but here we go.
Warning for long post so if you’re on your PC press J to skip and if you’re on phone idk suffer or something.
Starting off with the Swedish royal house because idk they’re the hosts?
Okay they’re not but whatever.
Fun fact, I once had a teacher who worked in the castle wardrobes and the specifications about who gets to wear what and how and when is out of this world. LEFT TO RIGHT:
QUEEN SILVIA – Best part of this is the colour contrast between the purple and the baby blue. Looks kinda cheap aside from that. I am sure the lace fabric is very high in quality but my immediate reference is always going to be F21 tumblr girlies anno 2013. 4/10
CROWN PRINCESS VICTORIA – Looks like the collective American imagination of what a Crown Princess looks like so it is sort of like reviewing the concept of socks. That said, what is going on with the puckered hem? Queen also seems to have this issue. Come on. 5/10
PRINCESS CHRISTINA – Aspirational grandmother aesthetic. Cute! 6/10
PRINCESS SOFIA – Setting a standard, as it were. The high and decorated collar, the subtle quality of the material and colour, the cut of the skirt. I have some concerns about the end of the sleeves but if this was the minimum bar for royal gala wear I might be tempted by royalism. 7/10
Oh and you may notice a suspicious absence of menswear in this list and that is because those who wear anything but immaculate white tie are intensely rare.
THE NOBEL LAURATES
Ok so again with the white tie cavalcade but I want to give a shout out for laurate in medicine Svante Pääbo who 1) assumed he was gay until he met his wife and colleague Linda Vigilant and fell for her “boyish charms” before 2) proceeding to move in with her and her husband to live in some sort of throuple? Altogether, the bisexual representation we deserve.
LINDA VIGILANT – They’re a bit difficult to spot but there are DNA spirals on her shawl! Very synyhetic looking but understated colour with some lovely amber jewellery that looks excellent on her. Love the big chunky glasses. 7/10
ANNIE ERNAUX – Laurate in literature. Exactly what I think of when I think of “dignified French authoress”. 5/10
CAROLYN R. BERTOZZI – Laurate in chemistry. Very good use of two-toned fabric and sparkles. The slight pinstripe gives it something to hold onto, even if it doesn’t photograph well. 8/10
BETH PRICE – Partner of Bertozzi. First same-sex Nobel laurate partner. Can’t really see the dress but I am always biased towards black and red two-tone and she looks handsome in it. 6/10
PHAEDRIA MARIE ST. HILAIRE – Partner of Morten Meldal (laurate in chemistry). I haaaate the train. Looked super cheap in motion as well and especially when contrasted with Vigilant’s DNA spirals. 3/10
THE SWEDISH PARTY LEADERS
Head of parliament is Ulf Kristersson and he is a despicable little man, contrasted with the leader of the Liberal party Johan Pehrson, who is a despicable big man. Additionally there is Jimmy Åkesson who is leader of the Sweden Democrats and simply despicable. But he wasn’t invited so at least there is that. Sole representative of the conservatives is thus Ebba Busch:
EBBA BUSCH – Christian Democrat. Some of my friends were really into this but again with the lace fabric… I also think it is very bottom heavy and unflattering. It’s like someone mashed up a wedding dress and a Victorian mourning gown. At least the bodice is flattering. 4/10
ANNIE LÖÖF – Centre party. Obligatory green dress on a redhead. I like that it is deceptively simple, I like the train, I like the use of a visually interesting fabric but maybe it is a bit too much. Wish she would have gone with a statement necklace + more narrow sleeves. 6/10
NOOSHI DADGOSTAR – Leftist party. There is nothing revolutionary about this dress but at least it sits well on her. Next. 3/10
MAGDALENA ANDERSSON – Social Democrat. Perfectly executed simplicity. Gorgeous fabric. Flattering cut. True mother-of-the-country moment. Ulf watch your back because this is a political revenge dress. 9/10
MÄRTA STENEVI – Green party. Not visible here is the ouster shell jewellery which I LOVED. Environmentalism aside this dress fucks and I love it. The smooth upper chest area combined with the fluffy and busy skirt and sleeves? The colours? Playful and attention grabbing and sincere all at the same time. 10/10
OTHERS
RUFUS WAINWRIGHT – Musician. Perhaps the only time Wainwright will out-rockstar Kevin Shields (who is here as partner to the daughter of one of the laurates). Admittedly a bit of a walk over but I like it! 7/10
ELIN KLINGA – Actress. When contrasted with Stenevi this becomes exponentially more horrifying. @ Nobel fashion coverage please stop putting this in front of my eyes. 2/10
WHOEVER THIS IS (member of Samédiggi?) – Excellent use of gákti. Land rights for Sámi/10
PERNILLA MÅNSSON COLT – TV host. Could be the platonic ideal of a black velvet evening gown but I don’t like the fit and I don’t like the fabric. 5/10
JESSIKA GEDIN – TV host. Exemplary queering of the male white tie ensemble. Excellent nails and other details. Could only be improved by being part of a pair. 9/10
CECILIA GRALDE – TV host. Very flattering colour and looks great in motion but genuinely the toned glasses are what makes this look. The MILF of the nation. 8/10
VICTORIA DYRING – TV host. Hair buns! Though looks kinda Star Wars when combined with the wrap collar? Big fan of the well-executed one-massive-sleeve. 7/10
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Ooh, @codswalloping is doing a fun meme where you post the last lines of your current WIP(s), so here are mine! (Guess which fandoms for extra fun)
1 - The next few hours aren't a blur, exactly; but certain moments feel clearer than others, sharper.
2 - "Indeed, any reasonable person would assume I am no danger whatsoever," said Arabella, removing her shawl and folding it into a tidy square. "You are by far the stronger of us — larger, quicker — and more powerful in other ways, to be sure. But the trouble with magic, as I'm given to understand, is that it has no great understanding of strength or weakness. It is purely a matter of want; or as my husband says, what each person wants is what matters." She smiled. "And my want is quite the equal to any man in England."
3 - It's been a shock to learn how much of an octopus she is in bed, but he makes sure to keep his complaints half-hearted, grumbling about her cold feet or the bossy way she arranges his limbs to better suit herself. He never sleeps so well as when she's snoring in his ear or sleepily kicking him in the shins.
4 - 'You care for Lesley,' Nightingale murmured into my ear, his breath warm on my neck. 'You’ve always seen her as the person she could be. And yes, possibly your feelings blinded you to some things, but we're all susceptible to that.'
'Even you?' I asked, muffled against his collar.
'Even me,' he said, his voice low and dangerously affectionate.
5 - But from the hallway she could see the faint glow of another candle — no, a lamp, carried high by a shadowy figure. Bilbo scrambled further back, her shoulder against the wardrobe. In another moment the figure would be inside the room; she opened the wardrobe door, mercifully silent, and climbed in.
6 - "I keep coming back to that one thing you said, how my obliviousness bordered on homophobia," Ted says, squinting out against the setting sun.
"Darling, I didn’t mean—"
"I know, but maybe it wasn’t too far off." He rubs at his palms with his fingers. "Growing up here was great, I don’t want you thinking it wasn’t. But I graduated in 1993, you know? And back then, at least around here, being gay meant AIDS and getting beat up and worse than that. People around here thought they were being polite when they called them 'homosexuals.' Said it just like that, too, and whenever I heard it, I… it sounded threatening, I guess. Like something bad. And I was really afraid of bad things, you know. Afraid of being bad, being wrong. I’m not sure if I just sort of hid it away, so good that I couldn’t even find that part of myself anymore, or if I would’ve been like this regardless. But something about being back here — I guess I’m just holding onto that fear a little harder than I’d like. And I’m sorry, and I’m trying to change."
And I'd like my followers to try this out for the fun of it, but most especially @angryonabus @whetherwoman @earlywrites @queenklu @spiders-hth-is-an-outlier @praycambrian @andthepeople @themardia @laiqualaurelote
#ficcage of interest#having it all laid out like this makes it clear why these are wips#ie that the next scene I have to write is going to be DIFFICULT
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Editing my post so Frankie has the right pronouns. Thank you to those who reminded me!
SPOILERS for those wanting the Skultimate Secrets dolls!
I just thought I’d share my thoughts them.
This is all just my opinion. You may think differently and that’s fine!
Lemme know what characters you got and what you think!
I got Frankie first. I think this one is the “regular” line of Skultimate Secrets.
I absolutely love the outfit that they come with and their shoes. The other clothes they came with are okay, although this one that they have on in the pictures is my fav. You can mix and match them which is good! I’ve found sometimes the second outfit will have elements that I want to add but some elements are a bit … meh. The hat fits on Frankie’s head and stays on too. And I love how the blind bags in the “coffin box” they come in are paper, not plastic. And of course the boxes are reusable as play sets. They are minimising the use of plastic it seems, there is plastic used but it seems a bit less. I like that.
The draculura is a FearDescent one! Her hair looks like OG drac which is a throw back. She hasn’t got streaks throughout her hair tho, it’s at the ground and down the back. In thepicture below she has her fluffy shawl , the outfit she came in and the shoes, collar and earrings that came with her. I honestly loved everything except the other skirt she came with. I’m crazy about it, seems a little generic to me. That’s just me tho. The headphones are cool, as are the bag and all the accessories she comes with, they are really going all out on the accessories for these dolls which makes them fun! The headphones don’t stay on as well but I think that’s coz her hair is slippery. Also you have to use them without the earrings, I’ve found.
I’ve found i rather the clothes they come dressed in over the clothes they come WITH, ya know? Like, for the most part I just add accessories and then I like the doll like that. I feel they are a little better. That’s my opinion.
Both pairs of shoes for both dolls are incredibly cool and I love them so much.
I’m really loving what they are doing for the dolls shoes in the g3 line.
One thing that, isn’t the end of the world but still kinda sucks is these g3 dolls don’t have stands! I have heaps of spare stands anyway. But it’s still a little more effort to find a stand for them. Idk, it just isn’t convenient for me haha but that’s just me. 😅
#doll collection#doll collector#monster high#monster high g3#doll clothes#character doll#doll review
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Do you have designs of Team AZRE's families?
That I do! We'll start with Adam first of course:
Since Cerise is the wilted rose to Adam's Beast, I wanted to keep a lot of Adam's own design in hers. Obviously, her pink is a softer version of Adam's true red, with the green shirt underneath being a nice complimentary colour that matches her green eyes.
I wanted to design her to have a very motherly and civilian look, so she's pretty much wrapped up with the loose "anime mom" hairstyle. Her hair is also the more pinkish-red than true red, which Adam still has, but her eyes are green rather than blue so that Adam didn't just inherit everything from her.
I also gave her cow ears, I just think they look cute! The tag on her right with the SDC is common practice in Mantle's mines, but not anywhere else in Remnant. Not every Faunus has them, and they were far more common when Cerise was a younger girl, but Faunus trapped working for the SDC are often given tags so that they can easily be tracked.
Fun fact, Alon was originally called Chairo, Japanese for Brown, before I decided to go more for a Filipino inspiration to offset how I constantly go to Japanese for characters. I also made it that the parents are mostly opposites in their colour schemes, I just think it makes them look better together while still having something in common.
Alon is the Sarangay in Phillipine mythology, so I obviously went with a water/blue design to offset with Cerise' pink theme. The blue and white together also serve the water/water foam thing while the white helps to offset parts of his limps, such as his arms and feet, from the darker blues. His bull background is shown more with the bull shaped buttons on his jacket, and with the one earring to tie him to the Sarangay specifically.
His hair texture and horns are what Adam inherited, but also the eye shape and blue eyes. Really, Adam took Cerise' colours and emblem, but he really does look a lot like his father, just lighter skinned.
For a look into how his first draft looked like, here's an edit of him from about three years ago:
Oof.
Now Ghira is still Bagheera, but I did change some of his design to better fit both his allusion and where he lives.
I never liked his canon outfit, especially with the fur, so I got rid of that and gave him more Indian-inspired clothing. He still has the same colouring, which is what Blake also uses, and you can really see that Blake takes after Ghira a lot compared to Hajimu. He uses the flower pattern on his shirt that Hajimu uses on her bolero, just so his black shirt looks a bit more interesting than just a standard shirt.
The shawl over his shoulder also helped to add more of his purple, since his colour comes from his surname; Belladonna. He has the yellow decoration as a complimentary colour for his purple, and to match his yellow eyes. I also gave him ears to go with his claws, just because of how Faunus genetics work with Blake having ears too.
Also, the arm sling is something he wears constantly after he was shot by humans while still in the White Fang. Some of the scars from that wound is visible under the wide collar.
Hajimu very much takes after Kali’s canon design, just with a few colour changes. As her name means blue-black in Japanese, the gold was swapped out for blue to match her eyes, along with the purple sash to tie her to her husband. Ghira has a blue wrist sash, but it’s on the arm that’s covered by his shawl.
Her hair was also changed from black to silverish grey to mimic a wolf’s fur, same with her giant ears being specifically wolf ears. Since she’s Raksha in the White Fang and the okami-okuri for her personal allusion, she takes a lot of wolf imagery.
Her eyes are now blue instead of gold, as well. Really, I just wanted to make sure both Ghira and Hajimu didn’t look the same, and that while Blake clearly takes after Ghira, she still has some of Hajimu’s features.
Xanthe is obviously where Argenta and Zanthus get their Greek inspiration and allusions from, so he really was designed with Zanthus in mind, barring differences of course. He’s noticeably lighter skinned and has green eyes rather than the slit pupils, but Zanthus does use his colouring more with the golds and reds. He’s also the Lion faunus like his kids, rather than the wild cat Faunus that Sable is.
His scars are from the Faunus Rights Revolution that he fought in, and he is missing his left hand, which he covers with his cape. His cape isn’t what inspired Zanthus’ though, as he uses the more typical back cape like Qrow and Ruby.
Fun fact; her original colouring was blue because I thought it was purple, and now I know.
Also, she went through a pretty different clothes design than her original outfit, which is what’s described in her debut chapter. I designed her right at the beginning of AZRE, when my designing skills weren’t that great, so I redid her while doing these full bodies for the AZRE cast.
Now her colour scheme reflects her actual name; Sigal, which means violet rather than Sable, the name forced on her. The purple is used with a very pale cream, almost white, and I went with Jordan inspired clothing because Jordan is where the Midians were thought to originate from with some research, and because she was always meant to be MENA like Zanthus and Argenta.
You can obviously see where Zanthus gets his skin tone, eyes, but also his hair is meant to mimic Sable’s hairtype; a more fluffier version to Xanthe’s. Her emblem is also now visible, and honestly I just like the colouring of this outfit far more.
For comparision, her OG outfit:
Cringe.
Similar to Sable, Argenta actually had gone through a rehaul of her design, but I did keep the colouring the same. Really, I wanted to personalise it more than the OG showed, and really feed into the heart of stone aspect that I wanted for Argenta’s design. She also has visible scars now because i like characters with scars, and I changed the bandana colour from light blue to orange for Qiu and for a pop of something contrasting.
She also one of the few Faunus with animal ears to actually style her hair to show that she doesn’t have human ears. A lot of other Faunus actually style their hair to hide away this trait.
This was her original outfit. Not something I hate, but very plain and lacking compared to what she wears now.
Qiu is the last of Zanthus’ family outside of his own kids in the sequel, but he’s the adoptive son of Argenta and so is Zanthus’ nephew, and that plotpoint is actually a part of Argenta’s story and character growth. I wanted to do a red panda Faunus as well, so he was perfect for using that in his design.
Obviously with the tail and ears, but the black stripes on his face are actually another traits of his. Since his name means Autumn, I obviously went with that theme in his look and his colour scheme, which implements some of Argenta in due to how close they are. He’s honestly one of my favourite designs despite being pretty straightforward, and it’s just so cute.
Since Hisui is the Kashima God to Ruri’s Namazu, I wanted to keep the water theme with him, hence the wave patterns on his sleeves and kimono. He’s also where Ruri gets the catfish heritage from, though Hisui differs slightly in that his ears aren’t completely fins, which helped him avoid the whole becoming deaf part that his daughter struggles with.
He has the scales still, and the gills are hidden away by his beard. I also styled his mustache to looks like the catfish whiskers. Besides that, he takes a very fuedal Japan daiymo look to his outfit since he is very rich, but still keeps the waves to tie back to his humble fisherman roots.
The Kashima family really hasn’t differed from the OG drafts I had when I first created them. Everything is really the same except the added checkered Obi, and the sakura patterns on her kimono. Since she’s themed around the pearl, I used more pinks/purples/whites in her design to reflect the typical colours of the pearl.
As she’s the Maneki-Neko, she’s a calico cat and is based around money, having a more rich style clothing to match her background. The hair decorations are very common for wealthy women in Northern Mistral, but none are as extravagent as the Empress who started the whole trend.
It’s very pretty, but a pain to draw all those little details.
Seigyoku is very much the same design as she started with, save for the addition of a few details. She has added thigh belts for her fans, her belt now has sakura patterns on them, and her emblem is now on her chest. It’s a latern to allude to the laterns that Bakenekos are attracted to in Japanese mythology.
And since her allusion is the Bakeneko, she inherited the cat traits from Shinju to follow with this choice. She obviously looks very similar to Shinju, compared to Ruri taking after Hisui, but neither of them have lilac/green hair. In universe reason? They got it from their grandmother. Out of universe reason? I designed the parents after and the blue hair clashed with their set colour palletes.
Now, Eirian has legit the biggest family out of her team, and I believe the whole cast, so her section is obviously gonna be longer.
Very much Eirian Snr. I could’ve added more of Clementine to Eirian’s design to counter just how similar she is to Icheku, but I ended up not doing that since I wanted to reflect how close Eirian and Icheku are compared to the absence Clementine has both in life and death in Eirian’s life.
But I did give Icheku a contrasting colour pallete and obviously visible Faunus traits. He uses white, browns and oranges against Eirian’s whites, blacks and blues. But he obviously wears more Zulu style clothing, and the silver bracelets that Eirian does. His necklace is also there from when he turned eighteen, but the necklaces are unique in that they reflect the colours of the wearer.
Specifically, their eye colour and the complimentary colour; which is why Icheku’s are purple and yellow while Eirian’s are red and green, they both have different eye colours. You also can’t see on this, but Icheku actually has rectangle pupils rather than the typical round.
No one make fun of how similar Clementine looks to Yang. My friends do that enough.
There wasn’t much in the notes for designing Clementine. Really all there was down were “GingerTM” and “CelticTM”, and that was what I went off on. She has Scottish and Irish influences, and her mother/sisters are more Irish, but I have her father as the Scottish one where she got her last name from. And since she has orange hair, I could use that orange as an accent and a connection to Icheku.
The rest is just different shades of blue, and white for the ivory parts in her corset. The silver bracelet is obviously Icheku’s, since marriage involves giving a part of yourself to your spouse, and vice versa. It’s why Eirian wears a yellow hair tie and Yang wears one of her bracelets. Her emblem is also the Triquetra, which is the Celtic symbol that has connections to spirituality and family.
And she has face scars because I like them.
Another fun factTM: I can’t spell Muerinn’s name properly. Her name is actually MUIREANN but my dyslexic ass misread it as Muerinn. She’s one of Clementine’s younger sisters that she left in Atlas when she went to Haven Academy.
But anyway, her allusion is Anne Bonney because I wanted a pirate character for the pirate colony south of Vacuo. With both her names connecting to the sea and dark, her colour scheme is very oceanic, with the different shades of blue, white and silver. The orange is meant to be like a complimentary colour to her blue, and to connect her to Clementine, so it’s the colour of her sash and one of the pendants she wears.
Another of my favourite designs, I should draw her without the jacket sometime.
Aisling is Muireann’s twin, so she’s Eirian’s maternal aunt. She also shares the Celtic inspiration that the rest of Clementine’s side of the family does, with the wide shaped sleeves, skirt and corset, and cape, but I added some eye imagry to tie into her allusion of Babd; who is connected to foretelling of battles and deaths.
Which is also why she has Clementine’s Triquetra as part of her emblem, and also wears orange in connection to her deceased sister, like Muireann. She’s also blind, which is why her red eyes are milky in colour compared to Muireann/Clementine/Eirian.
Last of Clementine’s shown family is Roisinn, her mother and Eirian’s maternal grandmother. She’s very much designed after the old women I see constantly in my real life, and her long skirt was great for adding the extra detail; including the roses where she got her name, her tree of life emblem, and the broken Triquetra to symbolise her broken relationship with Clementine.
She originally had black hair which the twins get, but her eyes are pink rather than red, as they all get their red eyes from their deceased father.
You can’t see under her sweater much, but she also wears a back brace, since she has a bad back from her work in the SDC mines.
Safou is the only living relative on Icheku’s side, and has actually been alluded to in the story, but she’s very much separated from her son and granddaughter.
While her last name was taken by Eirian, I designed her to have the more Zulu inspired clothing like Icheku, but she has the ewe ears compared to horns that Icheku got from his father. Her ears are actually inherited by Eirian, but they’re recessive so she doesn’t show them.
The giant scar on her right arm came from a Dust explosion, as she originally was from Vacuo but was taken to Menagerie to work in the mines set up there by Atlas. She remained in Menagerie after it’s reclaimation.
Jacob is Muireann’s lover and can be seen as Eirian’s uncle, with the two having adopted Sage, but yeah his allusion is Mary Read and they’re another pirate like Muireann. Nothing much to say about his design since I never really had a set look for him before, but I do remember really wanting him to wear the thigh high boots so there we go.
His name was originally Bluebelle before he fell in with the pirates, so that’s also why he has blue, plus it connects him to Muireann.
Finally, Sage rounds it off for the families.
He’s been repurposed from canon RWBY, since he’s now in the pirate crew ran by Muireann, so his design is slightly different. I shortened his giant white coat and added a few decorations, and I might redesign him again in the future since I’m not 100% on this look, but it’ll do for now.
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Oooohh, now I want to ask after your last Gus post--what accessories would you give different cats if the show let them have more props?
I don't necessarily think all the cats need props, persay (though it’d be cute if, say, Jemima had the little spikey bracelets or the psychic twins did some crystal ball juggling/passing and had bells around their necks or cats like Etcetera had big floppy bows) , but the song ones having costume props (not necessarily set props because that gets relied on way too heavily - the revival shows shades of that) would be a lot of fun. Heck a lot of older and non-replica productions *do* give them a solid prop here or there to play around with or add even more personality to their looks - that's fun in itself!
I'd love for Tugger to go even further into the 80s hair band/glam metal meets Elvis Presley meets Mick Jagger type angle - a band on the upper arm of some kind (either chained or another bandana - mirroring his leg bandana on the other side), the larger rings on his hands (pinky ones at least), stud the boots or keep the hush puppies/creepers, and keep the "T" some costume iterations have on his collar but hang it down lower, if that makes sense, to mimic the "choker long necklace" combo with his collar (like the TCB necklace). If they could get a ring on the tail without it becoming a harzard or overweighing it, that'd look really cool (they could with rope tails for certain). The double hoop earing sewn into one ear on the wig would be great (the dangled one that was more popular wouldn't quite work but the George Michael earring on Tugger would be ace). I also would love a pair of disposable sunglasses for him to enter in and play around with; toss them off stage after he gives his initial "If you offer me pheasant..." or "If you set me on a rat then I'd rather chase a mouse". I'm always partial to the leather jacket but I think his costume already shows enough shades of that with the way his ruff is put on - maybe put some rhinestones on a separate song ruff right down where the zipper would be just for some pizazz.
I'm already a big proponent of giving Skimble the Oxford glasses, and give him an *actual* pocket watch attached to that chain in his vest. Also the movie giving him a little whistle was great and should be transferred on stage too! The slender whistle hanging just under his bell would give another interesting shape to his shirt front. Give him that little telling silver flask on his hip - and a tea cup is already mimed but a real one would be cute if they could time it well!
Jellylorum could have a little knitted shawl ala the Italian tour; a little conductor baton (Munk having a little conductor baton or a pocket watch would *also* be very cute). Let Asparagus keep Gus' little red song scarf over his ruff for a wink wink nudge nudge. Gus and Old Deuteronomy should both have their little walking sticks because they canonically need them (make them different to illustrate a difference between them as individual characters - Deuteronomy's being more organic - almost like an ancient looking tree - and Gus' being straighter and more "modern" looking, having been used as a teaching tool first and foremost before it became an aid). And I'd love for them to give Gus the little spectacles as well (or even mirror the Bustopher Jones and G***ltiger counterpart and just give him the left eye monocle) just because glasses actors would have a field day with that one. The Yorik skull from the animated film concept art is extremely on the nose, but that'd be a lot of fun too - giving him something to reminisce with *and* echo something sad as well.
Jenny needs her bow back and maybe a knitted bag to keep her little things in. Jenny's a busy hand type of person; keep that needlepoint and knitting and card deck in there and when she'd idle for long periods have her whip those out). Giving *her* a little silver whistle on a chain (in army style) too seems very appropriate. Tuck it under the pink bow - maybe give her something echoing a military ranking or insignia in place of a collar tag (considering we couldn't put it in the usual places without it looking off). Give a nice little contrast in visible personality. I also would love for her to wear a little hat ala her Gumbie cat costume; just something small in those shades to echo throughout. OR or have her wear Bustopher's flower tucked behind one of her ears the rest of the show - pin in on in a quick change during Mungo and Teazer's number.
Mistoffelees should go back to his OG Japanese counterpart and have tricks up his sleeves - literally. Give him the scarves and the baton "magic wand" that turns into flowers - a baton twirling Misto always works, idc what anyone says. Stage managers probably hate this one, but bring back the tossing/blowing confetti/glitter from his palms (and keep the white palmed black gloves attached to the suit). A slightly floppier black bowtie he can actually grab and adjust like the little smarty he is. Just something fun and flashy that he can do before he gets into the meat of his solo to warm the audience up.
I think boas during the Macavity number are *also* great little touches. Give Demeter and Bomba those more often. Teazer should keep her pearls throughout (pin them to the unitard so they don’t swing around and hurt anyone). Just little small things here and there.
#jellicles ask because jellicles dare#theimpossiblescheme#costuming#and yeah i know they're supposed to be cats#they are anthropomorphic cats designed in the late 70s/early 80s - they can be as gaudy and grungy as they want - as they should be#i don't think they *need* any of these things but it'd be fun
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holiday outfit for rei?
Ooohh! You know the battlepass really makes me sad because I really miss seasonal skins and it looks like any skins that would be "Winter Wonderland" are probably going to be locked behind bundles (Barf). But I did Winter Wonderland skins for the fankids in the past, it would be a fun challenge to try a couple again!!
Rei: Frost Fairy--Okay I know I say that the snow/ice themes are Blizzard phoning it in, but when both Mercy and Genji have ice skins, it seems only appropriate. Her wings are complex and spiky, reminiscent of hoarfrost. Rei's hair is tinted white and pushed back from her face in a kind of wild shoulder-length mane held back by a silvery headband crest reminiscent of Genji's Ice Wraith helmet, with two icicle horns peeking out underneath. Her clothes incorporate some armor-like elements from Genji's Ice wraith skin, but is probably closer to the Banuk clothing in Horizon Zero Dawn.
Aedan: First Frost--A skin that has both autumnal and winter elements, Aedan's clothes are composed of scarlet autumn leaves outlined in silvery white by frost. Very Thranduil vibes. His red hair has white streaks in it and he wears a twiggy laurel-like crown of leaves also touched by frost. His eyes are tinted golden yellow in this skin. Because ya girl loves her Prince Nuada vibes.
Jaime: Olentzero--Olentzero Jaime wears and black beret and blue neck scarf, as well as traditional black, gray, and blue Basque farmer's clothing smudged with coal dust all over. There's a wineskin at his hip and a pipe in his mouth. There's a slightly ghostly effect on his ability animations.
Marti: Eggnog---A cute confectionary skin that's a lovely cream-color with a cinnamon brown gradient. Marti dons a peacoat shawl dress with wooly trimming to mimic the foam. Marti's hair is tied up in a big bouncy curly blown-out ponytail with cinnamon stick hairstick accessory. She wears white leggings with a cable-knit pattern and cute chunky brown wool-lined boots. There will be some debate as to whether the skin should be called the "eggnog" skin or the "horchata" skin but like--I mean you can drink horchata all year, so we're leaning towards the eggnog skin.
Faustine: C.E.O (Chief Elf Officer)--Faustine dons pointy ears, a high bun secured with a sprig of holly, a pencil behind one ear, and a sexy green pencil skirt and green vest with gold damask texture effects. The dress shirt has a sort of frilly cravat collar decorated with a gold brooch. Comes with a "Checking it twice" emote where she checks a tablet and looks up judgmentally.
#fankid ensemble#that's all i got for now#if i come up with more i'll reblog myself later#follow for more gency kid facts#love that the basque country has a santa claus who's just like... a guy
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13, 16, and 20? (I'm just trying to get you to post pics of outfits, lol, maybe tips for dressing dwarves)
13. Any idea how many alts you have?
UhhhHHhh maybe 25? 12 on Crickhollow, assorted on like 7 other servers. I've been more active on Landroval recently, but Crick is still home sweet home
16. Do you have a favorite race to play? Favorite combos of race and class?
You know, I'm most partial to Standard Dwarves, but by pure numbers I have the most Men alts. I don't know why. I feel like Dwarf Guard also is so fun. So stereotypical (for lotro) but so, so nice
20. Do you spend a lot of time on cosmetics- outfits, weapons, housing, pets? Do you have any favorites?
Oh you know I do. And since you asked so nicely, I'll give you a dwarf fashion show as well as tips? I guess? on Choosing Dwarf Looks TM
Before I begin, remember to think about the beards! If the collar of your shirt is its' strongest point, maybe save it for someone with a short beard.
I'm going to start with the highlight:
Now, this is a Curator piece, but there's a very close match in Erebor or Ered Mithrin somewhere and it's going to do great to illustrate my thesis (which I'll get to in a second)
Here we have Ruutbier and Throwan showing off the versatility of this piece. You can go from cozy winter adventurer to spring flinger to mysterious Anorien traveler all with one shirt. Now, I like my Dwarves in some sort of hood item, but as you can see there's a lot of range even there. It's classy, it's timeless, it dyes very well.
But! It's not the only thing you can use (even though it's 6/8ths of Throwan's wardrobe)
This is my central point: because of the way Dwarves are modeled, you're going to be able to get your results by paying attention to how the waistline of the shirt is modeled. The different waistlines are usually a big hint in how the chestpiece will look!
Say you want something like my Grey Mountains Elite fit here? That's a hefty but streamlined dwarf. Centerline simple waist and no skirt/volume in the legs. Add bulk to the shoulders and you're looking at a hammer shape. De-emphasize them with a shawl and there's a sturdy fellow who looks quite hug-able. Your options are limitless and a lot of them are greatly impacted by the breadbasket.
Cases in point:
A Round Dwarf, Perfectly Circular:
Throwan is modeling Identical accessories but look! A busy (read: modeled vs. textured) waistline gives us a rounder look. The first chestpiece is the Remmo light armor, which looks relatively uninteresting on Elves and Men. See how those belts, buckles, and bags change the look of the whole thing!
Tasteful Tapering:
Here we have 3 very different looks (in Light, Medium, and Heavy) demonstrating the effect you can get with a centerline waist and a very minimal belt. The wide Dwarf-stance gives it an almost hourglass look, but can be emphasized or de-emphasized by shoulders and boots. (note: heavy modeling on the calf parts of your boots will really shine! if they're not scrunched to oblivion)
A Wide-Sweeping Statement
Back to Throwan! We're in identical accessories again to show off the different ways a skirt will sit. Robes with centerline, well-defined but simple waistlines will flow nicely (left) and not give your Dwarf an ill-fitted look. Non-robes with greater-than-knee-length elements will become tea length easily on your Dwarf (center). But this one still gives a little flourish at the hem and maintains a round look. Dresses are hit or miss (right). I think this one works because the greatest emphasis on this model across races is the skirt instead of the chest. It sweeps out wider than Throwan's excessive shoulder pads and bounces back from the odd effect created by a center-ribcage waistline.
Interesting Results:
These three are examples of things I didn't expect out of a chestpiece. The Dwarf-make jacket (left) looks meh on Men/Elves but manages to pull off both the Round and Visible Chest Design looks on a Dwarf, so, a win. The Breastplate of the Honed Blade (heavy Pelennor, center) has a lot of emphasis in the chest but still manages a sturdy look with a visible White Tree Motif past the beard. A rare find!
I don't know what's happening with the Sunflower Dress (right). The waist is on the ribcage but it also acknowledges the waist on the model. I personally don't love it.
So yeah! The waistline of your chestpiece determines the whole look 9/10 times because Dwarf Model. Go find those Shapes! Get your Dwarf Runway Ready!
#noooooooo my formatting whyyyyyyyyy#didn't mean for this to become Making Dwarf Shapes 101 but here we are#i love the Dwarf model but i don't feel like much stuff is made with them in mind#lotro#you can have anything!!!!#there are so many options#but this is like How to ID pieces that have the look you like#bombur cosplay? look for centerline or low waist with belts!!#fancy lady dwarf? the bigger the skirt the better#[i dunno noise]#you can get so much mileage out of this
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ask game ask game! I would like to ask you #10!
Favorite piece of clothing to draw…… defo either shawls, obnoxious frilly collars, or baggy pants with lotsa pockets! Really anything with pockets is really fun though imo…
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if ur ok w sharing, what kind of stuff is on ur wishlist/what brands would u like to buy from?
i feel overall fairly content with my wardrobe atm tbh, i do want more pieces for layering and stuff (which i prefer to thrift in person so its more fun/special) but i feel my wardrobe right now really suits me... i do have some dream pieces tho... but they're like lifetime dream pieces usually expensive territory so i'm not rlly seeking them out lol.
(these are all vintage or 10+ y/o pieces for the most part)
- 70s gunne sax dress (preferably cream colored)
- olive green/suede miu miu bubble kitten heels (!!!!!!!!!!!)
- LGB leather jacket
- LGB cross tank top
- diesel cargo pocket leather skirt
- baby the star shines bright rabbit bag in white (pink eyes)
- h naoto angel wing corset backpack
- alice auaa spider web top
- junya watanabe fall 2006 maxi mermaid skirt
- vivienne westwood asymmetrical tartan coat (flexible with color lol)
- mary magdalene blouses/milkmaid tops
- atelier perriot ribbon/lace up platform heels, coat
- fawn (faux) fur items, such as collars/shawls/bags
- more 90s lip service items (sooo pricey atm :( )
- more vivienne westwood jewelry in general, particularly earrings (i own the armor ring tho which was my dream piece so i'm generally content with that lol)
- angel wing leather cowboy boots
just in general
- high-low style skirts
- sheer lace corsets for layering
- would love to have some unique antique pieces to incorporate in a modern way
- patterned tights
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replica burberry scarf 24
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Meeting the Family // Anthony Bridgerton
Request: Hello there, could I please request Anthony bridgerton and reader fic where hes introducing the reader to his family for the first time and shes really nervous but the family ends up loving her more than him? Thanks, I absolutely love your work!! Please dont overwork yourself darling❤ - @lespaceboi
A/N: Thank you so much for requesting! I had so much fun with this request, I love it so so much. I only hope you do too! Lowkey posting this early bc I’m watching the euros final tonight and I won’t have time.
Warnings: she/her pronouns, female reader, light angst, some worries, lots of fluff, family fluff, Anthony being cute, dialogue heavy, declarations of love.
Word count: 3.6k
Her hands shake uncontrollably as the carriage clatters through London. Taking calming breaths, (Y/N) does her best to stop her shaking hands by gripping her shawl tightly. Her maid, Jayne, looks over at her in concern. “We can always turn back, my lady,” Jayne whispers, “I’m sure Viscount Bridgerton won’t mind postponing to another day.”
(Y/N) smiles warmly at her maid; grateful for the care in her voice. However, she shakes her head. “I’m afraid it can’t wait any longer, Jayne. Anthony’s sister and her husband have travelled all the way from Scotland.”
Jayne sits back against the carriage bench, nodding her head understandingly. “I’m sure it’s going to be fine,” She offers in comfort.
“I can only hope,” (Y/N) whispers, casting her gaze out of window and into the London streets.
She had met Anthony Bridgerton when shopping for ribbons. An unusual time and place to meet anyone, but Anthony had strolled into the shop and asked to see the best ribbons in the place as nothing would be better than the absolute best for his nieces. (Y/N) had giggled at the tone of his voice; unused to seeing such a powerful figure in such intimate settings. Her laughter had drawn his attention to which a conversation began. By the end of the Viscount’s visit to the ribbon shop, he had asked to see her again.
The visits continued in secrecy, or in as much secrecy as one could afford when holding a peerage. The relationship blossomed; what was once considered a friendship was turning romantic, and (Y/N) could not help her feelings for the Viscount. He had captured her, body and soul. She counted every blessing that Anthony felt the same.
The first glimpse of Bridgerton House steals her breath away. The red brick stands out amongst the paler buildings; Anthony’s wealth already obvious but further personified by the sheer scale of his home. The sweet scent of the violet hyacinths perfume (Y/N)’s carriage; their aroma bringing a small smile to her face as she remembers a masquerade party in Chiswick, a balcony and Anthony’s hands on her waist.
Her carriage rolls to a natural stop; (Y/N)’s heart in her throat as she tears her inquiring gaze from Bridgerton House to Jayne. Jayne smiles and squeezes her lady’s hand, a silent offer of support for the afternoon.
“They’re going to love you,” Jayne whispers, bolstering (Y/N) as best she could as the door to the carriage is opened by (Y/N)’s footman.
Now closer, Bridgerton House is much grander. The deep green iron gates pronounce the family’s wealth further. (Y/N) gulps as she takes step after step down the path to already open front door. Her steps falter slightly as she catches sight of Anthony waiting in the entrance; his hair the usual untameable mess that endears her so.
“You came,” Anthony breathes in greeting; his eyes wide with barely concealed surprise as he takes in the sight of her on his doorstep.
“I came,” (Y/N) answers just as breathlessly. Even the sight of him was enough to leave her gasping for breath; there were moments in their prolonged courtship that she couldn’t quite believe he had chosen her, that he wanted her. As Anthony stands there, his white shirt unbuttoned from the collar with his waistcoat undone, she realises that this is the most casual she had ever seen him. His outfit wasn’t proper, but she doesn’t want it to be. She wants to see him from every angle; she wants to know every Anthony there is. So far, she had found herself besotted with each and every one.
Both remain silent as Anthony offers his arm to her. (Y/N) uses the silence to quash the nerves rioting in her gut; she had never been this nervous, not when she was presented in front of the monarch for her season, and not when she danced with the Prince of Wales at his birthday celebrations two years ago. Now, however, her nerves were beginning to get the better of her.
Anthony pauses their journey. “Are you okay?” He asks, a note of concern in his voice.
“I’m nervous,” (Y/N) confesses bashfully, “What if they don’t like me? What if they hate me so much that you end things? I’m having so much fun with you, Anthony. I don’t want this to end.”
“Hey,” Anthony whispers, taking her face in his hands, urging her to look at him, “You’re going to be fine. They’re going to love you, I know it. I’ve spoken about you so much they feel they already know you.”
“You talk about me?” (Y/N) asks, her voice small.
Anthony presses a kiss to her forehead. “Constantly. I’m surprised they haven’t kicked me out with how much I talk about you.”
“You’re really very sweet.”
“Only because of you,” He flirts, pushing his luck by kissing her quickly.
(Y/N) laughs softly against his mouth. “You’re incorrigible.”
Anthony laughs gently, pulling away from her lips but keeping hold of her hands. “I’m as nervous as you,” He confesses, “But I have you by my side to help me get through just as you have me through this too. Any time you want to go, let me know and I’ll call your carriage back round.”
“Thank you,” She whispers before Anthony continues on down the hall, his hand squeezing hers tightly.
“Are you sure you still want to do this?” Anthony asks, double checking, voice wavering as they stand outside the door to the drawing room. “My family can be a bit much to meet all at once.”
“We’re nothing of the sort!” A masculine voice shouts from behind the door.
A surprised laugh leaves (Y/N) lips. She covers her mouth to bring back the mask of perfect decorum, not wanting to insult a member of Anthony’s family. “I’m ready when you are,” She whispers, smiling at the eldest Bridgerton.
“Sooner rather than later,” Anthony whispers before opening the door, giving her the first glimpse at his family.
The Bridgerton brood sit around the large drawing room. Sisters and brothers, husbands and wives – they all mix together as they wait for Anthony and his new beau. Each all fall silent as Anthony and (Y/N) enters the room; their first glimpse of her, their first conversation with her. Anthony had spoken about her constantly but refused to let any family meet her until they were both ready.
Now that moment had arrived.
“Mother,” Anthony introduces to the silent room, “This is Miss (Y/N) (Y/L/N).”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” (Y/N) exclaims, smiling at the Bridgerton matriarch. “I’ve heard so much about you all,” She continues, casting her gaze around the room.
“It’s a pleasure for us too, dear (Y/N),” Violet announces, “Anthony has been nothing but a ball of nerves since he announced you would be joining us.”
(Y/N) nods at the matriarch, feeling herself become speechless as she takes in the sheer size of Anthony’s family. It isn’t hard to tell who the Bridgertons are among the group are; they each have the same eyes and smile. “It’s lovely to meet you all,” (Y/N) announces, repeating her earlier words, unable to keep the nerves from entering her voice this time.
“I’m Benedict,” The second eldest introduces, jumping up from his seat on the couch, holding his hand out for her to take.
“The artist!” (Y/N) gasps, “I’ve seen some of your work. You’re exceptionally talented.”
“Thank you,” Benedict blushes, excusing himself with a pat to Anthony’s shoulder, a silent sign that Benedict already approves.
“Help yourself to some tea,” A younger woman exclaims in the brief silence between conversations, “I’d get up to greet you, but it would take twice as long as the conversation itself.”
“Please don’t strain yourself,” (Y/N) offers graciously, “Congratulations on your pregnancy.”
“Thank you, dear. I’m Daphne, and this is my husband, Simon.” Daphne introduces, her hand landing on the thigh of a handsome man.
“It’s lovely to meet you both,” (Y/N) greets, making her way to an empty seat at a nearby table. There she pours two cups of tea, one for her and one for Anthony, knowing he would be dropping by in a minute or two. The tea steeps as (Y/N) helps herself to one of the many biscuits, taking a small bite of the buttery concoction before reaching for the milk and sugar. This is a routine she has practiced many times before, knowing exactly how long to stir her tea so it wouldn’t burn the tip of her tongue with every sip.
It’s takes less than two minutes for someone to join her at the table. (Y/N) offers the young woman a polite smile, “I’m (Y/N).”
“Eloise Bridgerton,” introduces the young woman.
“A pleasure to meet you,” (Y/N) repeats, feeling herself already grow tired of the words.
“Are you educated, (Y/N)?” Eloise enquires; her keen blue gaze dancing over the young woman.
(Y/N) finishes her sip of tea before nodding at Anthony’s younger sister. “I am,” She answers, “I studied under a very thorough governess, and I am fluent in French and Latin, but I’ve also been fortunate enough to sit in on some lectures at Oxford and Edinburgh.”
“How?” Eloise all but demands, ignoring the stern stare of her mother as she leans forward, elbows on the table. “You must teach me your ways.”
(Y/N) represses an amused smile at Eloise’s antics. “My favourite cousin, Sylvester, was a student at both. I often annoyed him into letting me attend in secret whenever I visited.”
“Did you attend any interesting lectures?”
(Y/N) nods, happy to further indulge the brunette. “Sylvester was a student of medicine, beginning his education at Oxford before continuing on to Edinburgh where he lives now. I’ve attended a few medical lectures, but I pressured him into letting me attend a philosophical debate surrounding Wollstonecraft’s Vindication of the Rights of Woman.” (Y/N) shakes her head, amused at the memory, “Sylvester didn’t find that one nearly as thrilling as his medical lectures.”
“Anthony!” Eloise calls, gathering the attention of all her brothers, “I’m keeping (Y/N) for myself. You’re going to have to find a new beau, I’m afraid.”
Anthony chuckles, leaving his brothers to their own conversation. “Pray,” He begins, “Just what are the two of you talking about.”
“(Y/N)’s education. Did you know she’s sat in lectures at both Oxford and Edinburgh? I daresay I might attend a few myself.”
Anthony’s hand lands on your shoulder; a warm squeeze has you turning to meet his stare. His smile is fond; his eyes are bright with happiness. “Are you inciting further rebellion in my little sister?”
“Of course not,” (Y/N) playfully scoffs, “Just letting her know that should she want to attend any lectures, I have a connection for her.”
A laugh leaves Anthony’s lips as he catches sight of Eloise’s excited wiggle in her chair. “I’m glad you’re getting along,” He murmurs to (Y/N) quietly, dropping an unexpected kiss to her hair before entering a debate with Eloise, explaining why she cannot go about interrupting lectures at prestigious universities.
Leaving the siblings to their bickering, (Y/N) stands from table, wanting to stretch her legs and discover more to the drawing room. By this point in the afternoon, the appeal of company has worn off. The large family now broken off into their own conversations; Francesca and Michael remain sat close together on the couch under the window, Lady Violet remains sat by her eldest daughter – the matriarch keeping a weather eye on her pregnant daughter.
(Y/N) smiles fondly at the scene before turning to one of the many fixed bookshelves in the room; leather bound volumes line the shelves. There wasn’t much for light reading, she thinks to herself as she reads the spines. Much about the War of the Roses and the subsequent Tudor reign, not much in the way of Miss Butterworth and the Mad Baron.
“You’re very pretty,” A young girl announces from behind (Y/N). She turns to find two girls, both no older than four or five, their hair matching pigtails, curled into ringlets.
(Y/N) kneels to their height, ignoring the pinching of her corset as she smiles at the young children. “Why thank you,” She states gratefully, “But you know what I would really like?”
“What?” The eldest of the two asks, leaning forward in anticipation.
“Gorgeous pigtails like yours,” (Y/N) smiles, gesturing to their hair.
Both girls break into wide smiles, already won over. “What are your names?” (Y/N) asks.
“I’m Amelia,” The eldest states proudly, “I’m five and a half.”
“I’m Belinda,” The second girl introduces, “I’m four.”
“Well it is lovely to meet you both,” (Y/N) compliments, “My name is (Y/N).”
“We know,” Belinda chimes. “Uncle Tony talks about you all the time.”
“He does, does he?” She murmurs amused; catching sight of the brunette doing his best not to intervene on the conversation taking place with his nieces.
Amelia nods. “All the time!” She cries happily. “He talks about your hair, your eyes, your smile.” She breaks off, leaning towards (Y/N) to whisper in her ear. “I think he’s in love with you.”
“Do you think?” (Y/N) questions, unable to keep the eager hope from her voice.
“I know,” Amelia nods sagely, “I heard Uncle Tony tell Mama and Papa.”
(Y/N) presses her lips together to keep the wide smile from growing across her face. She had known that Anthony felt very deeply for her though he had never uttered a word. With a quick glance in Anthony’s direction, she gestures for the two girls to come closer. “Can you keep a secret?”
Amelia and Belinda nod silently; too excited to hear what (Y/N) has to say. “It just so happens,” (Y/N) whispers to the two girls, “That I also love your Uncle Tony.”
“You do?” Belinda squeaks.
“I do,” (Y/N) nods seriously, “I love him very much.”
“Are you going to tell him?” Amelia asks; her blue eyes wide with burning curiosity.
“I think on some level he already knows, but I plan on telling him very soon.”
Both girls squeal in happiness, leaving (Y/N) behind as they run towards their parents. Daphne and Simon greet their children with open arms, wide eyed at their level of noise as they demand their voices to be heard over the hubbub of the rest of the family.
“I don’t suppose you’d enlighten me to this particular conversation,” A warm voice sounds from behind her. The way his arm slips around her waist, as if it were his home, tells (Y/N) that Anthony has found her once more.
“A secret for another day,” (Y/N) teases, turning to face the man that had captured her heart so wholly.
“Will you tell me later?” He asks, pushing out his bottom lip in a pout that has her giggling.
“Perhaps,” She whispers, leaning ever closer to the Bridgerton. “Only if you promise me something.”
“Anything,” He whispers seriously, “I’d give you the world if I could.”
“I know you would,” She murmurs, “But all I’m asking for is for you to not pester your nieces over what I told them.”
“How did you know?” Anthony asks, voice glum.
(Y/N) brings a gloved hand to his cheek, her thumb brushing his cheekbone. “Because I know you, my dear.”
Anthony leans into the touch, turning his face slightly to press a kiss to her wrist. “I like being your dear.”
“I like being yours too,” She replies earnestly. “Now, I’ve spoken to most of your siblings. Do me the honour of introducing me to Francesca, she came all the way from Scotland, it’s rude that I’ve neglected her.”
“Yes, my darling,” Anthony responds, taking her hand and leading her to the couch where Francesca sits with her husband, Michael.
The day continues in a similar fashion. Bridgerton House had never been quiet when the whole family was in attendance; raucous laughter and loving bickering filled its many corners with noise. The life and laughter of the family bringing the house to life.
As the grandfather clock ticks closer and closer to the evening, (Y/N) finds herself lamenting the fact that she must leave the Bridgerton family so soon.
“I must take my leave,” She announces to sad cries to Amelia and Belinda, already so attached.
“So soon?” Benedict asks, frowning as he wonders when he’ll get to continues his conversation with her. So few wanted to talk about art nowadays.
(Y/N) meets Anthony’s gaze, hating how sad he looks. “I’m having dinner with my parents and their friends. An occasion I simply cannot miss, I’m afraid.”
“Do we know them?” Violet asks in an attempt to delay the inevitable. She had grown fond of the young woman over the course of the afternoon, seeing how perfectly she fit amongst her family, how she brought out the best in her eldest son.
“The St. Clair’s?” (Y/N) enquires, drawing her shawl around her shoulders. “My father has worked with Lady Danbury’s family for a long time. Gareth and I are old friends.”
“Have a wonderful time,” Violet announces, “But please visit us soon.”
“I would love to,” (Y/N) smiles, crossing the room to be by Anthony’s side.
Offering her goodbyes to the large family, (Y/N) takes Anthony’s offered arm, hooking hers through his as they descend the grand marble staircase to the foyer. “Your family are lovely,” (Y/N) compliments as she takes care not to trip over her skirts on the stairs. “You all care for each so much, it’s clear the moment you enter the room.”
“My mother and siblings are the best people I know,” Anthony murmurs, walking beside (Y/N) at a steady pace in order to delay her departure by a minute.
“I can only hope they liked me,” She worries, her teeth biting into her bottom lip in a way that has Anthony restraining himself by gripping her arm tighter.
“You were wonderful,” Anthony murmurs, pressing a lingering kiss to her cheekbone before helping her into her carriage.
“Thank you for today,” (Y/N) calls, sticking her hand from the window to prolong the contact between Anthony and herself. She wasn’t quite ready to say goodbye; wasn’t quite ready to leave him.
“Thank you for coming,” Anthony answers, kissing her hand before tucking it back through the window of her carriage. If they didn’t say goodbye now, they wouldn’t say goodbye at all. If she didn’t leave, he would most likely offer marriage on the pavement than somewhere proper.
Nodding to her footman, Anthony watches her carriage leave. He stands on the doorstep to Bridgerton House until her carriage is no longer in sight. Only then does he let himself release the breath he didn’t know he was holding.
Weariness washes over him as he turns to face his childhood home. Inside, in his mother’s drawing room, await his family. Each one ready to give their verdict on the woman he has had the good fortune to fall in love with.
Sighing, he kicks at the ground, knowing he cannot delay this any longer.
His mother and siblings are where he left them; his mother’s drawing room. They fall silent at the sight of him; each clearly unwilling to make the leap and be the first to broach the elephant in the room.
“What do you think of (Y/N)?” Anthony asks; voice loud in the ever so silent room. He meets the eyes of each of his siblings, not missing the way Daphne leans into Simon or the way Michael reaches for Francesca’s hand. They’ve all found their love matches; it was now Anthony’s turn.
Colin takes the fall for his family, standing to face his eldest brother and titled peer. He clears his throat, fidgeting on the spot before he eventually pauses all movement, breaking into a smile to declare, “We all loved her!”
“You do?” Anthony asks, falling onto a nearby couch in shock.
Violet smiles at her eldest son. “We do. (Y/N) is a sweetheart and looks to be just as taken with you as you are with her.”
Blush begins to paint Anthony’s cheeks. “I can only hope, dear mother.”
“It’s true,” Amelia chimes, her young face bright with joy. “She told Belinda and I.”
“You have found your love match, my darling boy,” Violet states warmly.
“It does help that (Y/N) is a trifle more tolerable than you, dear brother,” Benedict teases, laughter bright in his Bridgerton blue eyes.
“And so educated!” Eloise gasps, “We had an enlightening conversation about Wollstonecraft’s Vindication on the Rights of Women.”
“She was wonderful with Amelia and Belinda,” Daphne murmurs, her hand falling protectively over her pregnant stomach.
“Why do I get the feeling that you prefer (Y/N) to me?” Anthony murmurs, mischief bright in his eyes and evident in his voice.
“That’s exactly what we’re saying,” Gregory points out, “I only hope (Y/N) can keep up with your obsession with Pall Mall.”
“A worthy obsession,” Anthony argues, mind wandering to the games he could play with (Y/N).
“She’s wonderful,” Violet interrupts, a large smile on her face as she takes the final say.
Anthony smiles widely at his mother; constantly grateful for her love and care throughout his life. She had been lost after the death of his father, as had Anthony, but Anthony had never truly understood what it would feel like to lose someone you love as wholeheartedly as his mother loved his father.
Until now, that is. The mere thought of losing her sends a lance of pain through his chest, cutting short his breath and increasing his panic. Anthony shakes his head to rid himself of such thoughts and feelings.
Calm enough, he faces his family once more. “I plan on proposing to (Y/N),” He announces, showing his family the ring box that has been sitting heavily in his trouser pocket all day.
“Thank goodness,” Francesca murmurs, smiling indulgently at her big brother. “I cannot wait to call her sister.”
“Indeed,” Anthony murmurs, a loving smile on his face, “I cannot wait to call her my wife.”
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