#The Jacket Shop tunic

[noneorother]

It couldn't be a masquerade ball because it was an unmasked ball

The S2E5 ball symbolism seemed very prominent to me when I watched Season 2 even for the first time, but I saw @meatballlady ask this wonderful question & Neil's answer and thought : hey why not share my thoughts on the clothing at the ball as well.

If you're reading this you probably know all about how coat lapels are an important character signifier both seasons of GO. If not, TLDR; jacket lapels align with a character's intentions, and their alignment with a faction is determined by their jacket colour (light goes up or dark goes down).

So why do I say that this was an "unmasked" ball? Because if you follow the lapel theory, all the important participants who seem neutral in real life gain allegiances in their costumes when they enter the bookshop. Let's break it down.

Crowley & Aziraphale

If you aren't just making everyone fancy, but actually trying to reveal intentions during this ball, then it would make sense that Aziraphale and Crowley don't change outfits : they've been wearing their hearts on their sleeves since season 1. Maggie

In everyday life, Maggie purposely wears tops without lapels. Everything is round or crew-neck, and she never wears black. In the ball reveal, Maggie wears black for the first time, and has big pointing down lapels on her navy satin shirt, indicating alignment with Hell in both colour and intention. All of her cutesy bows and hearts and gold jewelry are gone. She wears sparkly silver only, and a prominent wristwatch (like Crowley). However, her pinkie ring is still present. (go read @indigovigilance's post about pinkie rings, it's great).

Nina

Nina is all over the place in real life. Colours clash and she wears black and earth tones often. She also never wears jackets with lapels. When we get to the ball however, she suddenly has a golden brocade jacket with teal & crimson shoulders, and golden hair clasps. She becomes exactly what Maggie is attempting to project in real life, but her lapels are pointing out and up, so alignment with heaven in both colour and intention. No pinkie ring on Nina in the series. Under the jacket she wears green and crimson. A confused pairing as I've ever seen on the show. Who knows what that's about*. Jimbriel

In normal life, Jim is ultra-neutral with lapels pointing out (neither up nor down) on a brown coat. (Underneath is a whole different ball game for another post.) Jimbriel gets a hilariously Liberace-fied version of the Aziraphale outfit : bowtie, poweder blue and labels pointing down and also to the side, fluffy white and details like Michael and Uriel. He's HELPING AZIRAPHALE WITH THE PLAN, wink wink nudge nudge. You go Jim. Mutt

Mutt the magic shop owner also has a pinkie ring in real life, as does his spouse, and keeps it for the ball. He gains impressive gold details on his lapel-less tunic, and the colour shifts from base of black to a base of navy, with red and white flowers instead of orange and teal swoops. His sleeves widen, becoming almost an angelic robe-like tunic, making him kind of a mysterious mashup of symbols. Arnold

Arnold of Arnold's music shop fame is wearing black with rainbow tie and suspenders before the ball, without much jewelry save a pinkie ring. Inside the ball, he keeps the black, but now has crimson and teal accents instead of rainbow, and lapels that are very high up, but that point out to the side, making him more neutral/Mutt the magician aligned, even if he's wearing black. Justine

Justine wears Hellish green and black in real life on her daisy patterned dress, no lapels here. She has no pinkie ring either, but once inside the ball, all the green melts away and she's allllll black flowered lace. She also has no lapels here, making her also more aligned with Mutt & Arnold than anything, but just as mysterious. Mrs Sandwich

Mrs Sandwich seems easier to judge. Black and gold no lapels in real life, alllll sparkly black and big downturned lapels for the ball. No pinkie ring on her in either outfit, but a prominent wristwatch. This makes total sense to me. Even if she might not be aligned with hell directly, she runs a brothel and profits off of sex workers so probably a pretty bad lady if we're weighing the odds from a biblical perspective. In other moments she also seems pretty fond of Crowley, and pretty unhappy with Nina (see above). Mr&Mrs Cheng

Mr & Mrs Cheng are VERY interesting to me. While Cheng wears all black in real life, and we never see her partner, she is transformed in the ball into the only character (besides Nina in solid green) who wears a green pattern. She has become a plant/garden (specifically a Monsterra, like in Corwley's box), and her husband is the pollinating golden butterfly, (with neutral lapels on a black background). Neither of them wear pinkie rings, but Mrs Cheng keeps her distinctive teal earrings, and is now sporting red lipstick, making her and her husband most associated with Nina. Nina also trusts Cheng enough to mind her coffee shop whilst talking to Crowley across the street in the last dregs of E6. As an aside, they also seem to *sort of* have a pre-teen girl child at this ball. We see her briefly in the evacuation but very hidden between other characters, and never in the ball proper. Mr Brown

Do we need to go through Mr Brown's outfit again? I don't think so. ------------------------------ * I have a feeling it's to do with other things, like Jim's sweater vest, but I'll have to dig into it later.

#good omens meta #good omens season two #art director talks good omens #good omens 2 #go season 2 #go meta #good omens season 2 #good omens prime #crowley x aziraphale

[omgrachwrites]

Of Pirates and Princes - Chapter One

Pairing: Prince Caspian x Reader

Summary: You are merely a shop owner sharing a street with an insufferable mechanic. If that’s true, why do you keep dreaming of Princes and black sails? OUAT crossover

Warnings: enemies to lovers, fluff, swearing

A/N: First part wooo! Hope you guys enjoy and please let me know if you would like to be tagged! xxx

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Chapter I

The floor was hard and rocky beneath your fingers, as was the wall behind your head, you couldn’t dig your way out of this cell, that was clear enough. Boots crunched against the ground and you lifted your head, smirking when the tall man peered through the bars.

“Where’s your master, General? Was he too afraid to come and see me alone?” you snickered.

“Where are the jewels?”

You scoffed, “the lady Susan’s jewels? Why would I have them?”

“You were seen in the company of the men who did steal from the carriage down in port. They had the gold and silver but no jewels, and they let you get caught.”

Those men were idiots, your father would have skinned them alive if they weren’t bound to be executed by the Prince. They had failed to protect you.

“Hmm, what a conundrum.”

“Release her,” a different voice, a softer voice came from the shadows, the pale moonlight illuminating his handsome face.

“But, Your Highness,” the General started but he didn’t get a chance to finish as the Prince cut him off.

“We have searched her belongings and her person, we have not located the jewels or any other contraband. It is not a crime to choose poor drinking companions.”

The General muttered something as he walked off and you glanced over at the Prince, “I’ve been here for five days.”

The Prince smirked as his dark eyes beheld you from the other side of the bars, “have you? My apologies, I had no idea,” you scowled at him.

The Jolly Roger was still docked in the port and you smiled as you ran into the Captain’s open arms, “I was so worried about you, Y/N.”

“I’m fine, dad,” you smiled and he pulled out of the hug, holding you at arm’s length.

“How did you get away?”

With a smile, you pulled a dagger out of the wood of the ship and used it to cut a hole in the lining of your tunic, “either the Prince and his men are idiots, or you taught me very well,” you laughed as you pulled out the jewels you had stolen from Susan’s carriage.

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The bell to your jewellery shop opened, causing you to lose grip of the crystal that you were trying to set into the ring, “fuck!” you jumped and your friend laughed at you.

“Sorry, Y/N.”

You smiled and looked at the clock as you grabbed your jacket, “no, I’m sorry. I lost track of time, lunch at Granny’s?”

Regina nodded and the both of you left the shop, switching the sign to closed, “how’s Henry?” you asked.

Regina sighed, “he still thinks I’m the Evil Queen.”

“From Snow White?” Regina’s son, Henry held a strong belief that everyone in town was a fairytale character from his book, his relief was so strong that he had brought his birth mother to Storybrooke, all the way from Boston.

Regina nodded at your question causing you to laugh and quirk an eyebrow as you looked at your friend’s clothes, “well, you do have the look.”

Regina rolled her eyes, “don’t be ridiculous, Y/N.”

You laughed as you opened the door to Granny’s, your smile fell almost instantly as you quite literally ran into the man you wanted to see the least.

“Woah, I’m so sorry,” he laughed as his hands came up to steady you, as soon as he realised it was you, his smile dropped and he scowled at you, but his hands didn’t leave your waist.

You recoiled and Caspian rolled his eyes, “your hands are filthy.”

Caspian scowled, “I’m a mechanic, darlin’ kind of comes with the job.”

“Whatever,” you stormed right past him and into the diner.

Regina followed you as you sat down at your usual table, “that was the most ridiculous argument ever.”

You scoffed, “I hate him, I hate him so much and I don’t know why but there’s just something about him that irks me. I can’t put my finger on it.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” Regina spoke up and you glanced at her in surprise to find that she wasn’t looking at you. She was looking past you with a faraway look on her face as if her mind was elsewhere.

“What for?” you asked.

She didn’t say anything, she just smiled wanly and placed your usual order when Ruby came around to take the order.

“I keep on having the strangest dreams.”

Regina raised an eyebrow as she looked at you warily, “what about?”

You twisted your ring round on your finger as you recalled the dream from last night, “there was a pirate ship and a Prince. There was a jail cell in the depths of a great castle, it felt very much like a fever dream,” you laughed.

“Dr Hopper may have something for dreamless sleeps.”

You shook your head; the dreams may have been weird but they were not unwelcome. Lunch was nice, Regina seemed truly happy and you didn’t speak of your dreams or Henry again.

On your way out of Granny’s you grabbed two bear claws, one for you and one for your mom, that was your tradition, every Monday you would have lunch with Regina and then you would go for coffee and a catch up with your mom. You dropped Regina off at her office before driving to your mother’s cottage on the edge of town. As soon as you pulled up to the cottage you could sense that something was different but you didn’t know what until you rang the doorbell.

“Y/N,” your mother smiled with a questioning look on her face, “what are you doing here?”

You laughed as you held up the brown paper bags, “bear claws?”

She nodded with a smile, “sorry dear, it’s been a long day. Come in.”

You smiled as you stepped over the threshold and hugged your mom, kissing her cheek before you walked through to the kitchen, your blood running cold. Twice in one day? Someone really had it out for you. There he was, looking cleaner than he had from when you last saw him a couple of hours ago. He looked up from his phone and he dropped it on the kitchen counter, the clatter making you jump.

You scowled at him as you saw the remains of a bear claw on your mother’s floral plates and a coffee cup, “what’s he doing here?” you complained to your mom as she rolled her eyes and followed you into the kitchen.

“Y/N, don’t be rude, Caspian was kindly dropping off my car after he fixed it for me.”

Caspian shot a dazzling smile at your mother that you just wanted to slap off his face as he stood from the kitchen stool, “it really was no trouble, ma’am, after all I couldn’t have you traipsing all the way into town from here.”

Your mother grinned and handed him a tupperware container which made you glare at Caspian, “you’re a lifesaver, and you won’t have to eat greasy diner food tomorrow.”

“Thank you, ma’am, I’ll see you soon,” he glanced over at you with daggers in your dark eyes, “Y/N.”

You didn’t say anything but if looks could kill he would be six feet underground, your mom walked him out and when she came back into the kitchen she had a disappointed look on her face.

“Why can’t you just be nice to him, Y/N? He’s a lovely young man.”

“Oh come on mom, he’s rude and arrogant.”

Your mom sighed as she flicked the kettle on, “oh, Y/N, you really need to grow up.”

As you were getting ready to close the shop, the little bell tinkled and you looked up with a surprised smile when Henry walked through the door. Regina worked late every Monday so Henry always came by the shop to start on his homework until Regina picked him up. You would have thought that he would have been spending time with Emma.

“Good to see you Henry,” you smiled as the boy placed his backpack on one of the tables in the shop and began to get his things out.

“Hi, Y/N,” he smiled brightly as only a child could smile as he got out a heavy leather bound book and you knew that that must be it.

“So, that’s the famous book, huh? Kind of offended that I’m not in it,” you laughed as you tidied some things away, “want a sandwich and some juice? It’ll be a while before you’ll be having dinner.”

“That would be great, thanks Y/N,” he started to scribble in his notebook as you went through to the tiny little kitchen in the back. You poured Henry some orange juice and made him a sandwich, cutting off the crusts just like you knew he liked it and came back through into the shop and placed it in front of him.

“There you go,” you spoke cheerfully and Henry took one big swig of the drink, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Oh, I think you actually are in the book,” he grinned and started flipping through the pages.

You laughed as you quirked an eyebrow, “oh yeah? And who am I? A princess I hope,” you sat opposite Henry.

He shook his head as he pushed the book towards you, “no something much more cool.”

You looked down at the colourful artwork splashed across the page and saw the pirate standing at the bow of a ship. The drawing of the woman did kind of look like you, she had different hair but she had the scar through her eyebrow just as you did. As you looked down at the drawing you could almost hear the call of the birds and the ocean breeze.

It reminded you of your dreams.

“So, what’s this story about?” you tore your eyes away from the book and looked at the little boy sitting opposite you.

“It’s about that pirate and the Prince of the land, sworn enemies but they fall in love one day when the pirate saves his life.”

“Why would a pirate save a Prince?” you asked flipping through the book, your eyes coming to rest on a tall man with ink black hair and even darker eyes. You closed the book with a snap and pushed it back over to Henry.

“I don’t know,” Henry shook his head, “maybe she’s good, not everyone has to be a villain.”

“How does the book end?”

“Why don’t you keep it and find out?”

You laughed considering his offer, mentally deciding against it. Regina would never forgive you if you knew you were encouraging her son’s impossible belief.

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[the-tardis-in-221b-baker-street]

Lord Flashheart's (Blackadder Goes Forth) Costume

I don't think it comes to many as a surprise that I was going to do some sort of Flashheart costume. I've had people ask me after my last cosplay "So what's next? Oh please say it's Flashheart!". For a character who only appears once a series, he is well loved amongst the Rik Mayall fans and I happen to be one of them. So, strap yourself in, go get yourself a cup of tea and a biscuit because we're in for a long haul flight. We're doing this a bit back to front, usually I'll release a photoshoot all in one go but as I ran out of time to photograph myself before going to the con I'm going to, I thought I would post them after the con. The photoshoot is in the works, keep your eyes peeled!

When deciding which era of Flashheart I wanted to do, I settled with the WWI era as to my knowledge pre research, it was going to be the easiest of the bunch to do. As much as my heart sings out to Elizabethan Flashheart, my sewing skills are nowhere near good enough for that yet. I knew I wanted to get this costume totally right so I gave myself a fairly big budget and indeed the biggest budget so far in my cosplaying journey.

Go big or go home, I researched into actual Royal Flying Corps uniforms people were selling and saw just how difficult they were to find. I visited a local war memorabilia shop armed with a few questions about RFC uniforms. When I explained what I was doing, they smiled and laughed fondly about Blackadder. They very quickly informed me that finding an actual RFC uniform that's not in a museum is extremely slim and they were totally right. I had a back up plan though, I had found a company that did tailormade historical re-enactment uniforms from all sorts of eras and rather perfectly, a RFC tunic and trousers. I got myself measured by my lovely tailor friend and purchased them. I actually purchased the drill trousers instead of the breeches as the colour looked more correct. (not pictured, you'll see those when I take proper photos of me wearing it.)

The breakdown of the costume: The Royal Flying Corps tunic.

The RFC tunic was going to be a huge part of the costume and in my eyes all of the tiny elements of the costume to bring it together had to be properly researched. The base of the jacket only came with the RFC patch on the right side of the jacket so everything else had to be found. For the first part and actually the first purchase I made for this project was the collar pins. These are original WWI RFC collar pins that came in perfect condition. I also went back to the same local war memorabilia shop again and very luckily, they had a full matching set of original WWI captain's shoulder pips, with metal pins. It makes this costume more special to know I have an actual piece of history on my shoulders.

As I was informed, all pips during WWI were as standard and the more pips you have, the higher the rank. As Flashheart is a Wing Commander he technically holds the rank of captain, meaning he has 3 pips on each shoulder. With both the collar pins and the pips, I had to attach these extremely carefully. I was told that either I would need to sew them on (meaning I would have to tack them on and they wouldn't lie flat to the jacket) or I would need to pierce holes and put them in. I opted for piercing. So with an extremely delicate hand (and because this tunic was expensive) I carefully measured each one out and cut slits with a scalpel. The length of the blade was perfect because I could poke the loops through and it be in enough that if a pin slides out, I won't lose the pip. The collar pins didn't come with pins to keep them in place but the lovely gentleman I bought the pips from gave me some to cut down.

The medals:

The medals I struggled to find for a bit of time. I had researched a bit and found that someone had identified a few of Flashheart's many medals which helped but my original plan was to find actual medal bars. However, I came across a gentleman who recreates medals and could do custom medal bars of any medals I wanted. I immediately messaged them and showed them the photo that had all the identified medals on. He said he was able to do it and whether I wanted the medal that someone hadn't identified yet that was just slightly poking out of the jacket in the reference photo. I couldn't believe it! And i'm so glad that medal was identified by him because it turned out to be a good addition to the bar. Now I know Flashheart has a lot more medals than what I've got here, but trying to get all of them would be a nightmare and rather expensive so I got the ones that are visible kind of when he wears his coat.

(top left) OBE, (top middle) Royal Victorian Order, (top right) Distinguished Service Order, (bottom far left) Military Cross, (bottom middle left) Ashanti War Medal, (bottom middle right) India General Service Medal and (bottom far right) 1914 Star medal.

I did research into them and what they all mean but this post will get even longer if I put all the info. I do encourage you to have a look into them if you're interested though! What I find fascinating is the level of detail Blackadder's costume designer went to. I found out that the Distinguished Service Order medal was apparently just short of being awarded a Victoria Cross (which is an extremely prestigious award) and were normally given 'for service under fire or under conditions equivalent to service in actual combat with the enemy'. However between 1914 and 1916, a number of awards were given to individuals, often officers, for circumstances not under fire. This caused a lot of resentment towards those who got it and especially from front line officers. Which to me, makes me think no wonder Blackadder didn't really like Flashheart! That did make me laugh a little bit.

The 1914 Star medal was awarded mainly to officers but approximately 1000 were awarded to members of the RFC which is another really good touch!

The tunic is attached with 5 buttons up the person's right side and attached with two hooks at the top near the shoulders.

The Sam Browne belt and gun holster were another important addition to the tunic. Often officers or higher would have worn a Sam Browne belt and there would be space to hook a gun holster and an ammo pouch could be added too. I didn't get an ammo pouch in the end but the gun holster was a must. Which leads me onto Flashheart's massive weapon (ooer!).

The gun Flashheart uses is a Webley MK VI. Now, I did look into these guns and there was no way on earth I was going to get a real one or an airsoft one for that matter. I looked into 3D printing instead! I had got a guy to 3D print me a gun but his printer unfortunately broke half way through meaning I had to find an alternative quick. A work colleague found me one on Etsy and it was perfect! It came in about 7 pieces that I had to carefully glue together but it was easy enough as I live in a tabletop household. Flashheart's gun has a loop on the bottom to attach a lanyard to. So me using my creative initiative, I salvaged a picture frame hook from an old frame, filed down a section in the middle so the metal part would lie flat, glued it together and bob's your uncle! a loop that looks like it was meant to be there!

The lanyard loop didn't fit in the loop so I used an old keyring loop to attach it.

The next bit after gluing was to sand the gun down slightly, prime it black and then dry brushed the metal part using Citadel's Leadbelcher silver paint. I also then used Citadel's Agrax Earthshade wash to dirty it up on the metal and then once dry, I did a couple of coats both sides of a matt varnish spray just to seal it all together and none of the paint will rub off.

Another fine detail is the hinge where, if it was a working gun, you'd pull the barrel down and load it. (I don't know the correct terminology for guns!) There was just a hole and I wasn't a fan of it. So I used the small screws from the frame I got the fixtures from and screwed one either side before priming black. It worked perfectly and looked effective.

I can't believe how much time I've put into this costume, loads of research and hard work finding and piecing everything together. I just hope I can do him justice when I wear it properly!

WOOF!

#Lord Flashheart #Blackadder #Blackadder Goes Forth #Flashheart #Flashheart Cosplay #Blackadder Cosplay #Rik Mayall #Rik Mayall Cosplay #WWI #History #Comedy #British Comedy

[genderbinaryisforlosers]

fit check!

all of the outfits are based on Oscar’s descriptions - the peacock feathers in the Hart Hunt cap, the teacup wig - with my own spin on Rue’s design. i based them on the striped owl, because they have big dark eyes and a distinctive face like a barn owl, but also ear tufts! i also imagine that their “wings” are more pretty than functional.

i also headcanon that their constant glamours were really hard on them and gave them major balance issues, which is why i draw them with canes and a chair. the idea for the glamours using ribbons came from this comic by rabdoidal

[id: Three digital drawings, each containing three outfits of Delloso de la Rue’s. The first shows the opening night, Hart Hunt, and duel on the Southern Lawn, all of which they are in their glamoured form for. The second has two fits in their glamoured form, their nightgown and the teatime gown, and the third in the reveal of their true self before the hedge maze. The third drawing shows their remaining three fits, all in their true form, at the tailor shop, at the Masquerade, and in the finale. /end id]

more detailed description of each fit under the cut

Rue’s glamoured form is a tall, fat humanoid with mint-coloured skin, long elfin ears, golden-brown eyes, and a hooked nose. They have very long wavy sea-green hair, and a very neat, short beard.

Opening Night - They are wearing a glittering pale blue form-fitting dress that flares out at the bottom into pale green ruffles, resembling sea-foam. The dress has full sleeves that become fingerless gloves. There is a slit in the skirt which their leg emerges from, showing off leg hair and a light blue sparkling heeled shoe. Their hair is decorated with pearls and have glitter in their beard. They have a pearl and teardrop necklace over a pale purple ribbon, and they are wearing an auger shell as an earring. The skirt of the dress is also decorated with strings of pearls. They have their left hand (viewer’s right) on their hip while their right hand leans on a cane with a pearl handle. Behind them, off-white fabric resembles huge overlapping clam shells, outlining their entire silhouette.

Hart Hunt - They are wearing a green tunic with gold trim and matching half-cloak, which is fixed with a pin that resembles a bow where the the arrow is replaced by a flower. Beneath the cloak they have big puffy sleeves, and a doublet made from strips of leather. They have dark green tights and thigh-high high-heeled leather boots. They have a teal ribbon around each wrist and many gold rings on their fingers, and both hands are leaning on their cane, which resembles a thick, knotted tree branch. Their hair is tied in a braid, and they are wearing a pointed Robin Hood cap with two peacock feathers stuck in the prim. Their beard is slightly painted in to darken the stubble into an anchor beard. They have gold eyeliner on their bottom lids.

Duel on the Southern Lawn - They are wearing a snakeskin unitard, a bomber jacket made from alligator skin and porcupine quills, cowhide gloves, and platform combat boots leafed with fish scales. The jacket’s toggles are wolf fangs, and they have earrings that look like swords. They are wearing a helmet that has a mohawk of porcupine quills, black lipstick and eyeshadow. They are gripping their cane, the handle of which is a crow skull, tightly with both hands, without leaning on it.

Nightgown - They are wearing a semi-translucent, iridescent dress with white and pale blue frills and indigo ribbons. They are wearing a periwinkle blue silk cap which their hair cascades out from, and their makeup - the eyeshadow and liner from the duel - is smudged as tears have made it run down their face. They are sitting in a wheelchair with a low, purple-cushioned back. The wheels are gold and inlaid with swirling peonies. They are sitting with one leg crossed over the other and hands crossed over their legs, and have pink heeled pumps with white pom-poms on them. Over their head, to fill the space, are blooming pink peonies.

Teatime - They are wearing a white Georgian gown with a very large translucent skirt. The bodice is made from shattered white teacups, and the skirt has pink roses around the hem. It has puff sleeves that look like teapots with gold handles and pale pink roses on them, and the sleeves appear to be bronze-coloured “tea” spilling out. They are wearing white stockings and garters, and flat gold pumps. They have a towering Georgian wig made of tight ringlets that start their “natural” colour and transition up to being gold at the peak. There are also flower-patterned teacups stacked and stuffed into the wig, with the very topmost one being gold as well. Their face is painted white with a heart-shaped “beauty mark” on their cheek and pink lipstick in a heart shape over their lips. They also have pink eyeshadow, and a pearl earring. They have a pink ribbon tied in a bow around their neck, and their right hand (viewer’s left) reaches up towards it white they raise an eyebrow. Their cane is plain brown, resembling a croquet mallet.

In their true form, Rue is a bipedal owlbear (top half owl, bottom half bear) resembling a striped owl. Most of their feathers are muted olive green, but they have dusty pink and pink-brown stripes, and a cream face and accents. They have ear tufts, dark brown eyes, and pink freckle-like marks on their cheeks, and dark pink feathers over the eyes that look like eyeshadow, as well as a darker cream colour on their face resembling a five o’ clock shadow. Their bear legs are thick and covered in dark brown fur, with long claws on each digit.

Through the Hedge Maze - Rue’s left claw pinches the unravelled ribbon in their fingers, making the illusion fall away. They are the same height that their towering wig made them, but dressed completely differently, in a straight pink dress with frills around the hem and gold trim. They have bunches of pink peonies with gold leaves on their shoulders around the back and one at the front in the dip of their neckline. They also have a bunch of peonies behind their right (viewer’s left) ear. They are using the same cane as they were before.

Tailor Shop - They are wearing a green dress with glittery gold drop sleeves and gold stitching. The skirt of the dress has a patchwork look, of different shades and textures of green fabric. They are wearing a green beret and using a green umbrella as a cane. Their bear feet are visible at the hem of the dress. They are holding one claw up close to their face with a delighted expression.

Masquerade - They have a black ballgown with a big skirt made of black peonies and shiny black ruffles that look like water. The “water” pools at the bottom of their skirt, flowing from the flowers. They have delicate, puffy lace sleeves, and they and the bodice are also patterned with black-on-black flowers. They have a black flower crown on their head, and a string of white pearls around their neck. They are wearing Hob’s medal as a gold ring, and their cane is sleek white and gold.

Finale - They are standing with their back to the viewer, and their head turned in profile, looking to the right. They have a bright red dress styled like an opened, downturned rose with petals for the skirt. There is gold embroidery on the tiny petals at the waistline and on the ones on their shoulders, and even tinier petals that are entirely gold. They are wearing an arrangement of red peonies like an afro. They are holding a pair of opera glasses with gold trim.

#delloso de la rue #a court of fey and flowers #acofaf #dimension 20 #d20 art #my art #things i made #image described

[ginger375]

LUtober Day 19: Lucky

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Four dumped out his pouch onto the table. Wind had been digging through the tall grass to find a rupee he’d lost when he found something just as shiny. The blue kinstone has a funky little curve to its edge, which Four didn’t recognize.

“I don’t think I have any that match it, Sailor,” Four said as he sifted through the kinstone halves in his possession.

Wind held up the stone to the light, examining it from all sides. “So how do we find a match?”

Four gathered up all the kinstones he’d spread out across the table. “We ask.”

The duo set out to ask what Wind thought was just random people if they had the twin to his kinstone. They visited the market, the bakery, the school and the carpentry shop, but no one had a match for the Hero of the Wind.

Walking back to the forge, Four got an idea. “You could just hang onto it… or maybe…” he trailed off.

“Or what?”

Four gave him a side glance, brow raised. “How much experience have you had with shape changing magic?”

“Absolutely none,” Wind replied.

“Well, first time for everything,” Four said as he grabbed Wind’s tunic and pulled him just off the path and through the trees. Upon entering a clearing, Wind saw a single tree stump, which Four pulled him up to stand on.

“Just relax and try not to inhale for a few seconds,” Four said.

“What?!”

A flash of light and suddenly Wind was falling, through the crack in the tree stump and landing on a mushroom growing within. He bounced off that one to another before landing on the ground.

“Ouch,” the sailor said as he willed his stomach to settle.

Four’s face appeared above him. “You okay? How do you feel?”

Wind took a few seconds to look around—they were…inside the stump? “Are we tiny!?!”

Four grinned. “Yep. We’re gonna have to walk for a bit to get to the village.”

“What village?”

The journey to the Minish Village took longer than anticipated, but only because Wind was so gobsmacked by how huge everything was. He wanted to touch the blades of grass, chase the bugs, and hide under flowers. Four indulged him, for the most part.

They finally reached the hollow log that led to the village. Wind was once again in awe of the tiny homes of the Minish that he barely noticed Four speaking to one of them.

Four had shown him a Minish back when this adventure started, but seeing one that was the same size as him was so cool. The creature was like a little mouse wearing a jacket made of leaves.

“Pi cori ri Pico!” It said in what Wind presumed was a greeting. Four replied in kind and the two had a conversation, at least Wind guessed it was. The Minish suddenly waved and took off.

“Where’s he… or she… going?” Wind asked.

“He is going to ask the others if anyone has a unique blue kinstone. Save us some time.

Several Minish appeared on the path and started chattering to Four, who laughed with them. He gestured at Wind and the little creatures waved at him. Wind waved back and grinned.

A commotion further into the village drew their attention; three more Minish came scurrying down the path, chittering excitedly.

“Looks like we have a match!” Four said, his eyes shining as he gestured to one of the creatures to join him.

Wind pulled out the kinstone and held it up to the Minish. They fit their half into Wind’s and were in awe as it fit perfectly, before it vanished in sparkling light.

Wind was almost disappointed, but the joyful reactions of the Minish told him this was a good thing.

Four said his farewells to the Minish before leading Wind back to the hollow log.

“So what exactly did we do with the kinstone? I thought it was something you kept?” Wind asked as they walked back.

“You and Mirrari fused your kinstones, so you’ll both have a little extra luck.”

“Really?! How much luck?!”

Four hummed. “You might find some treasure, a secret passage you never noticed before might open, or it could be something really minor you might not even realize it.”

“You mean something like Wild making seafood paella for dinner?” Wind asked hopefully.

“You never know,” Four laughed.

#LUtober #linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu four #lu wind #lu minish #ginger writes

[chic-a-gigot]

La Mode nationale, no. 64, 16 juillet 1887, Paris. No. 1. — 1. Toilette de promenade. 2. Toilette de courses. Bibliothèque nationale de France

(1) Toilette de promenade en cachemire beige. Corsage russe, froncé du bas, à longue pointe, ouvert du haut sur une chemisette en velours loutre; manches semblable. La jupe, plate, est ornée par des bandes de broderie russe, rouges, même broderie au corsage et aux manches. Draperie, très relevée de côté, formant tablier et pouf derrière.

(1) Beige cashmere walking ensemble. Russian bodice, gathered at the bottom, with a long point, open at the top over an otter velvet chemisette; similar sleeves. The skirt, flat, is adorned with bands of Russian embroidery, red, same embroidery on the bodice and sleeves. Drapery, very raised on the side, forming apron and pouf behind.

Métrage: 10 mètres cachemire grande largeur, 1m,50 velours.

Chapeau garni de surah beige, orné, sur le côté par une branche de houx.

Hat lined with beige surah, adorned on the side with a sprig of holly.

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(2) Toilette de courses. Veste à la hussarde en drap gris beige, ornée sur devant de brandebourgs, retenus au milieu par des boutons de métal. La veste est découpée en dents pointues, sous lesquelles passe une petite bande de drap blanc; même ornement au haut du col très montant. Une longue tunique drapée, très enlevée sur le côté, forme tablier devant et long pouf droit derrière. Elle est ouverte sur une jupe plate brodée de galon mohair blanc.

(2) Shopping ensemble. Hussar jacket in beige gray cloth, adorned on the front with frogs, held in the middle by metal buttons. The jacket is cut into pointed teeth, under which passes a small strip of white cloth; same ornament at the top of the very high collar. A long draped tunic, very lifted on the side, forms an apron in front and a long straight pouf behind. It is open on a flat skirt embroidered with white mohair braid.

Métrage: 11 mèt. de drap beige léger.

Chapeau de paille, entouré par une étoffe écossaise blanche et grise, formant devant nœud à la Cadichomme.

Straw hat, surrounded by a white and gray plaid fabric, forming a Cadichomme bow in front.

#La Mode nationale #19th century #1880s #1887 #on this day #July 16 #periodical #fashion #fashion plate #cover #description #bibliothèque nationale de france #dress #bustle #promenade

[gaydrummerboy]

Switching roles: Andrew and Ricky

The sound of the TV filled the room as Ricky laid spread out over the couch, one hand in his briefs playing with his soft little dick and the other hand flicking through channels, searching for something to watch. He had spent many days like this recently, lazily lounging on the couch, playing with himself, watching TV and enjoying his fill of snacks; his snacking was starting to take a little toll and his flat midsection had started to look bloated every day but he wasn’t too bothered since it was the holidays and even though he doesn’t go to the gym or work out in any way, he knew he’d lose the weight easy.

Ricky looked across the room to the small, round clock on the wall and was shocked by the time, it was 6:30 in the evening; he had spent another day lazing around on the sofa watching TV. “Huh, he should be home by now” Ricky thought to himself, his boyfriend Andrew normally got home around 6, he looked at his phone but there was no message to say he was delayed or anything.

Several minutes later, Ricky heard the loud steps of his boyfriend coming down the hallway and into their small 1-bedroom apartment. Andrew stood in the doorway, his muscular chest rising and falling under his tight work shirt from some kind of exercise.

“Sorry I'm late” he breathed, “I was shopping after work.” He set the large bags on the floor and sat down on the arm of the couch to catch his breath. Ricky looked over and peaked into the bags, in the first one was what seemed to look like a small green and red tunic and in the other a deep red coat.

“Phil has invited us to his costume party, so I thought I'd pick us up a costume each to get into the festive spirit” Andrew took a deep breath and smiled a guilty smile. He pulled a large red coat from the first bag which had a large, buckled belt wrapped around. “You can be Santa” he reached into the other bag and pulled out a smaller looking green shirt and matching green, red and white striped tights, “and I'll be your merry elf”

For a moment Ricky was speechless, he didn’t know what to say to his 6 '3, hairy, beast of a boyfriend that wanted him, a 5’2 skinny twink, to dress as Santa for a party while he dons a small elf costume and tights. “Why am I dressing up as Santa?” Ricky asked, eyeing up the costume in Andrews' strong hands. “A costume like that would look ridiculous on me”

“I think you’ll look cute. Like a young santa, before he grew a proper beard and a belly” Andrew stepped closer, laying the costume over the sofa and embracing Ricky in his strong arms. “And the clerk in the store said that every costume there, is one size fits all” he added, pulling the smaller man into his chest for a few seconds before releasing. “Also, I’m sure the tights will make my ass look great” he stood up and turned slightly and wiggled his bubble butt at Ricky in his tight work slacks.

Ricky couldn’t deny it, Andrews muscular ass would look great in the tights.

“I look ridiculous.” Ricky announced to Andrew as he wrapped the leather costume belt around his waist to hold the oversized Santa coat together. He grabbed the fake beard from the side of the bed and strapped it around his head and adjusted it slightly to cover his mouth properly then he put the hat on his head to complete the ensemble

The coat hung off his short, skinny frame and fell to his knees obscuring the matching red trousers that were bunched around his ankles. The artificial beard covered most of his face, the only part of the costume that fit him comfortably was the hat. Ricky heard the bedroom door open and turned to see Andrews' large frame filling the doorway.

“You look cute” Andrew stated, stopping into the bedroom and standing in front of the full-length mirror and adjusting the jacket of his costume. Ricky sat on the bed and drank in the sight of Andrew posing and checking himself out in the mirror.

The elf costume consisted of a dark green velvet tunic that barely reached his waist adorned with small red and white bells around the collar, a green hat with a red puff ball on the end and red white and green striped tights. The costume seemed to be a size too small, the tights seemed to be stretched over his thick thighs and the tunic that would normally be baggy on anyone else outlined his full pecs, beer belly and thicker waistline which had grown from giving into his sweet tooth at every occasion since Halloween.

He turned slightly and Ricky got a full view of Andrew's bubble butt, the tight tunic didn’t get close to it since it was stretched thin over his hips, chest and stomach. “I really like this costume, even if it is a little tight around the middle” he looked down and cupped his belly and shook it slightly.

“We’ve got plenty of time to change before the party” Ricky replied, getting up and wrapping his arms around Andrew's belly. “I think you’ll make a much better Santa than me” he whispered, running his hands over his belly and massaging his soft pecs. “You've got the body for it, and I can be your little helper” in the mirror, Ricky could see Andrews growing bulge and hungry look in his eyes focused on his body in the tight costume.

“I don’t know” Andrew looked around, “I think you look cute with the hat and beard but there’s something missing...” Andrew trailed off and saw what he was looking for on the bed. He leant over and grabbed the round pillow and pushed it into the Santa jacket. “There, your costume is complete” Andrew took a step back and admired Ricky’s costume.

Ricky looked at his reflection in the mirror and his eyes were drawn down to his midsection, the round pillow Andrew stuffed under the jacket gave Ricky a comically large gut that stuck out from his skinny frame. “Uh, thanks, this really completes the outfit '' Ricky chided, pushing his hands into the pillow.

“Anytime, tonight, you can be the one with the belly” Andrew chuckled, “we better get going before we’re late, Phil said he’s been working on making perfect hot chocolate and I'm not missing out on that” Andrew grabbed his phone from the bedside, checked the time and stuffed it into the tight, jingling tunic. As Ricky stared at his reflection, at the back of his mind he heard Andrew's voice echo quietly, ‘One size fits all.’

Andrew and Ricky arrived at the party several minutes later, lucky for them Phil lived quite close, they approached the front door and Andrew pushed it open and they walked in. The sounds of drunk cheers and unintelligible toasts filled the air as they entered the house, Ricky was hit by the smell of nutmeg and hot chocolate and his mouth started to water; Phil made the best homemade eggnog, and he couldn’t wait to try it.

As if right on cue, their host came around the corner and greeted them both, “welcome guys, here’s a hot chocolate and candy cane for the big elf and an eggnog and sugar cookie for little Santa” Phil handed them their warm beverages and they both took a long drink.

“fuck, Phil you make the best hot chocolate and cheers for the candy cane” Andrew put the candy cane into chocolate, gave it a stir and sucked the excess chocolate off. “you’re not helping my sweet tooth either,” he scolded jokingly.

“the best eggnog and cookies too” Ricky added after taking another long sip and a large but out of the surgery cookie.

“It’s the holidays, live a little” their generous host laughed and put his hands on his stomach, and gave it a gentle shake. “If we weren’t supposed to indulge over the holidays, gym memberships wouldn’t be so cheap in January” he grinned. As Ricky watched, he could tell that Phil’s colorful Christmas jumper and indulgent attitude was hiding a few extra pounds that weren’t there in the summer.

“Oh and if you run out of hot chocolate or eggnog or you want anything else to eat, help yourself there’s plenty to eat and drink all over the house but I’ll warn you, the sweets are pretty addictive” he smiled then walked away to greet other guests that had joined the party.

Ricky and Andrew looked down at the cups in their hands and noticed that in the span of 2 minutes they’d both eaten the candy cane and biscuit and nearly finished their drinks; feeling the Christmas spirit, Ricky looked around and found a large pot of Eggnog on the dining table in the other room next to a large plate of Santa shaped sugar cookies.

“If I’m going to look like him, I might as well play the part” Ricky said to himself, he wandered over to the dining table and stuffed a cookie into his mouth, washed it down with a full glass then filled it back up. “Ho Ho Ho” he laughed out loud as he walked around the party, making small talk with strangers and acquaintances he’d met through Andrew while stuffing his skinny face with sugar cookies and rich eggnog.

Andrew stood in the doorway and watched his already tipsy boyfriend then turned around to start mingling with his friends; the aftertaste of the hot chocolate clung to Andrew, it was the best hot chocolate he’d ever had, and he wanted more along with a peppermint candy cane to suck on.

He wandered around the party, making small talk with some new acquaintances and catching up with several friends. As he mingled around the party, Andrew felt something gnawing at him at the back of his mind, like there was something obvious he wasn’t noticing.

After about an hour and 4 cups of hot chocolate and candy canes, Andrew caught his reflection in the tall plain mirror in the dining room and noticed that after all of the hot chocolate, sweets and other party snacks, his festive costume didn’t feel any tighter on him than it did originally, instead it looked and felt somewhat looser on his arms, chest and stomach.

“mhm, the costume must’ve stretched or something” he told himself as he admired himself in the mirror, not noticing the slight difference before he walked away for a fresh cup of the creamy hot chocolate.

Ricky continued walking around the party, every time his glass was half empty, he filled it back to the top with fresh eggnog; he had lost count of how much he’d drunk after 2 hours but the cushion under his Santa jacket started to feel a little snug, so He reached in and pulled the pillow out.

“Much better” he patted his flatter stomach, feeling the bloat from the eggnog under the baggy jacket.

Ricky made his way around the party, determined to drink his body weight in the delicious eggnog and calories packed sugar cookies, not thinking of what effects it would have on his skinny frame under the baggy costume.

“Hey lil Santa, are you enjoying the party?” Phil approached him, a large glass of eggnog in one hand and a cookie in the other. “Have you lost weight?” He slurred.

“Yep! Santa’s on a new diet!” he announced, unaware of how loud he was. “It’s a new diet of sugar cookies and your amazing eggnog!” he laughed, wrapping his arm around Phil generously and pulling him in for a half hug. In the affectionate hug, Ricky noticed that he came up taller against Phil than before, but before he could really think about it the realization slipped away.

“It's working wonders!” Phil said, matching Ricky’s volume and level of excitement, “you’ve barely got a belly anymore!” he put his hand on Ricky’s mid-section and chuckled. “Still got a little way to go though!”

As Phil patted his belly, Ricky felt something strange. The T -shirt he was wearing under the costume felt a little snug around his midsection. “Must be from all of the eggnog” he thought to himself.

“I’ll see you in a bit lil Santa!” Phil let go of Ricky’s belly and walked away, disappearing into the crowd that filled his house.

Ricky looked down and ran his hand over his body and he could feel a slight softness underneath the costume then he heard Andrew's voice echo again but this time it was a little louder, as if he was closer, ‘One size fits all.’ He felt his stomach rumble then felt a strange sensation under his costume. The plain T shirt he wore started to feel like it was shrinking around his midsection, he tried to unbuckle the belt around his waist, but the buckle didn’t budge.

In a panic he continued to feel his stomach, feeling it grow softer and his t-shirt tighter as his sides started to fill out into small love handles, the feeling faded after about 2 minutes. Ricky looked around but one noticed his sudden growth, he caught his reflection in a small mirror and breathed a sigh of relief, realizing that his strange growth was hidden beneath his, not as baggy costume. He also noticed that along with his belly growing, he’d grown about 6 inches in height as well.

“What the fuck is going on” he thought to himself then he felt his face start itch under the elastic Santa beard. “God, I hope I’m not allergic to this thing” he grumbled, scratching harder until he lost patience and took the beard off all together. His jawline tingled from the scratching.

He felt his stomach rumble again, so he made his way through the party to the toilet and locked the door behind him. The bathroom wasn’t the biggest, but it had a large mirror along with a spotless white sink and toilet. Ricky looked at his reflection in the mirror and noticed that he looked taller than before, his jawline was red from the itching but there was a roughness to it.

“a 5 o’ clock shadow?” He whispered to himself, rubbing the stubble around his pitiful goatee.

His stomach gave another rumble, and it watched his reflection slowly grow another few inches in height along with his belly. The extra pounds were really starting to show now, Ricky noticed that his face seemed softer, his sharp jawline was softening into a double chin and the oversized costume was starting to look less baggy, especially around his belly.

Ricky tried again to remove the belt that held the costume together, but the buckle didn’t budge. He parted the jacket a little at the top to try and slip out of the costume but it was no use; behind the jacket, Ricky could feel the T shirt he wore underneath straining at the seams at his sudden growth, the stitched on the side felt like they were being pulled apart as he watched himself grow bigger and rounder. At first Ricky was concerned about his sudden growth spurt and unnatural weight gain but soon after he started growing he started to feel different about his heavier appearance; he felt that people would notice him when he entered a room since before he felt invisible most of the time, being shorter than everyone, he especially felt invisible around guys bigger than too.

After a few minutes the feeling of growing subsided and Ricky stood there admiring himself in the mirror. The 5 o'clock shadow he had grew out into a more substantial stubble covering his soft double chin and fuller cheeks. His hefty belly was extremely obvious as it pushed against the fabric of the jacket and leather belt; the trousers that came with the costume, that were bunched up around his skinny legs earlier, now clung to his meaty thighs and fat ass, they even looked a little short for him now. Ricky gave his gut a hard slap and felt his body jiggle, the variety of new feelings got his cock hard in seconds.

“Andrews not gonna believe this” he grinned, taken back by the new lower tone in his voice. He gave his gut another slap then stepped out of the bathroom where he saw Phil.

“Hey daddy Santa, where’s your little elf gone?” Phil asked in a flirty tone. Ricky couldn’t help but notice that he stood a good 3 inches taller than Phil now and his large frame made him look smaller

“Oh Andrew? I was going to ask you. If you tell me, you might get on my naughty list” he grinned at the smaller man.

Phil cheeks flushed red, “he was” he choked and cleared his throat, “he was in the dining room last time I saw him” Phil looked down, trying not to make eye contact with Ricky.

“Thanks, maybe later I’ll stuff your stocking” Ricky grinned as he walked away, as he passed Phil, he couldn’t help but give his juicy ass a firm squeeze, causing him to let out a submissive moan.

Andrew continued to admire himself in the mirror, turning slightly to see how the tight costume hugged his bulky frame. The bell covered shirt outlined his soft pecs and strong arms perfectly along with off the distinct curve of his bloated belly.

“After New Year, it’s the gym for you!” He told himself, shaking his belly, feeling his bulge stir in the tights.

Andrew felt his whole-body tingle as he took another swig of his hot chocolate, loving the mix of chocolate and alcohol and caught his reflection in the mirror again. Did his beard look a little shorter and less full? He stared at it for a moment and took another drink. He looked back to his reflection, and it didn’t look right again, this time his beard looked shorter, and his face looked fuller; strangely, he looked shorter too, like he’d shrunk about 2 inches.

“What the fuck is happening to me?” He said aloud, he was taken aback by the slightly higher pitch of his voice. He felt his cock grow harder in his tights and with each throb he watched his height slowly diminish and his facial features get smoother and younger until his beard was gone and his face was baby smooth, and his bulge throbbed harder.

“I need to deal with this before anything else shrinks” he thought to himself, grabbing his bulge then retracting his hand as if he’d been stung. He looked up at the mirror and saw a younger, chubby version of himself staring back wearing the same bell covered elf costume; his belly and love handles strained against the green tunic and his chubby thighs jiggled in the tights as they rubbed together. he nearly fell to the floor in tears as he looked between his legs for the package that made guys his size drool and beg but it wasn’t there, instead there was a pitiful little nub sandwiched between his fat thighs but ir still throbbed, begging for attention.

“This can’t be happening” he said to himself, “this can’t be real!” he reached into the pocket of the tight tunic and pulled out his wallet for confirmation that nothing had really changed. He opened it up and took his driver's license out and his worries were confirmed; the license stated his name and other important details, Andy Smith, weight: 200lbs, height 5’, as he continued, he felt his eyes begin to water then the last detail was the final straw. Date of birth: 12/ 03/ 2002. “I can’t be 21 again!” he stared, doing the math in his head, ignoring the other details.

“This can’t be happening,” he told himself repeatedly. “My name is Andrew and I’m 32 and 6’3!” he thought to himself.

Andy’s frantic thoughts were interrupted by a firm hand grabbing his ample rear and squeezing hard. “I’ve been looking for you everywhere” a deep voice whispered, Andy could smell the brandy and eggnog on his breath. “But don’t worry, Santa’s got plenty of presents in his sack for you to enjoy” the large man wrapped his arms around Andy and hugged him tight then put him down. Andy turned around and nearly fell over when he realized who was standing in front of him.

“Ricky?! What the fuck is going on!” Andy whined, drinking in the sight of his much larger, older boyfriend.

“I don’t know, boy, maybe it's these costumes” he chided, “but what I do know is, you’ll make a very nice little helper and I’ve got an important delivery to make” the much larger Ricky reached down and grabbed his impressive bulge.

Andy felt his mouth water and his mind begin to get cloudy as Ricky took his hand and walked him upstairs into one of the empty bedrooms. Hardly anybody in the party noticed or said anything about the 2 walking away together since they knew Richard and Andy to be a very sexual and open couple. Phil caught a glimpse of the 2 walking upstairs and smiled to himself and adjusted his semi in his tight jeans; wishing he could get in between the chub daddy that was Richard and the slutty little elf that was Andrew.

Phil waited a few minutes then decided to climb the stairs after them, hoping to be included in whatever sexual acts they were planning to do under his roof.

#deviantart #gay twink #short story #shrinking #belly #gay #fettish #age regression #age progression tf #wg #fat belly #chub kink #shrink #growth #costumetf #daddy k!nk

[divineslcyer]

@virtuous-absolute ---- Lycan!Toshiro + Witch!Rangiku

Mishil practically kicked down the door after returning to the base she resided in--it was unusual certainly, but she currently lived with a lycan and a witch. Given her occupation, it looked even more unusual at first glance, but they all had unique circumstances that brought them together. Rangiku greeted her, in her hands a tome and her smile welcoming. ❝ Ami-chan, welcome back! How was the job?❞ Mishil eased off her coat with a grimace, ❝ I had to hunt down some strigoi, got bit in the arm--.❞ With her jacket off, her strapless-leather tunic revealed, a bandage wrapped around her arm was exposed. She set her crossbow on the hook of the wall, and her bag dropped beside Rangiku's cauldron.

The blonde glanced at the bag curiously and Mishil waved her hand, ❝ Got you some more parts for your brewing, figured you could find some use for them.❞ Rangiku opened the bag after hefting it to the nearby table, and cooed in delight. ❝ Ohh, saves me a shopping trip--Oh don't get too cozy there's another job for you!❞ Mishil glanced back, brows furrowing. ❝ Can I get a shower at least? Jeez, I just got back.❞

Rangiku offered a sympathetic smile, ❝ Sorry Ami-chan, it sounded pretty urgent. Clean up, but Hitsugaya is back too, so maybe you two can team up? There's a missing person involved.❞ Mishil rested her hand on her hip, ❝ Fine, a shower and a feed. Then you can explain the job.❞ Moving up the stairs, Mishil began to unfasten her blade belt, seeing Rangiku wave her off. She knocked on the door, peering him, ❝ Hitsugaya? I'm back. Ran says there's another job we can do? If she's briefed you let me know, I'll be in my room.❞

In her room, there was a private shower stall---slipping in, she lets her clothes fall after shutting the door and turning the facet on. A hiss slips from her as she steps in and worked to rinse and scrub off the blood, dirt and grim from the week of hunting. A soft sigh leaving her as the weeks exhausted flowed down the drain. As she felt herself relax, she caught a familiar metallic scent and another, one of sandalwood, pine and faint tea... She heard the knock to her bedroom door with her sharp hearing. ❝ Hitsugaya, that you?❞ After a beat, she shut off the facet, ❝ If that's my blood pack, you can leave it on the coffee table, I'll be down soon for the briefing.❞ She eyed her injury, closed but sore--some blood would do the trick. Sweeping her damp hair back, she added, ❝ Thanks. I'll be down after I change.❞

#✝ ⌈ in character ⏌ ― threads #✝ ⌈ Verse ⏌ ― AU #virtuous-absolute #spooky shenanigans time

[safyresky]

Winter's Rage Room

(aka, In Which Winter Invents the First Rage Room)

"What are you wearing?"

"Winter, you're not gonna believe this," Blaise said, turning on his heel excitedly. "It TURNS OUT when you let the royal tailor use her gift of future sight when making clothes, you get some really snazzy options. I mean look at this thing!" He said, whooshing his blazer out with an almost childish grin. "You love it, right?"

"You look sharp," she said, hopping down from the smooth, marble banister of town hall. She peeped up at him, smoothing the material on his shoulders. "And very attractive," Winter said, smiling when he flushed, a few sparks popping off of his fiery head.

"Don't think I haven't noticed your legs," he said, low, his breath warm on her forehead. "I see that you've also visited Sabine. What are you wearing?"

"She calls it a flapper dress," Winter said with a grin. "And I quite like it! It’s nothing like my usual cozy warm layers of skirts, but I thought it would be a fun change of pace. I mean, it’s not like the cold actually bothers me. And I was right! I feel fabulous. Look at the skirt! It's asymmetrical. And all of these beads!" She said, gleeful, plucking at one of several clicking necklaces hanging down her neck. "And it takes well to frost," she added, grabbing the skirt and pulling it out a bit. The frost she had added to the dress glinted blue in the sunlight.

"It looks great," Blaise said, admiring her. "You look great."

"Oh, stop it you," she said, with a little bit of pomp and a look that said actually, don't stop it, I quite like being fawned over.

"I will not," Blaise said.

"Good," Winter said, sizing him up. "So why red? It's not really your colour," she finished, finger on her chin.

"I know. I was impatient, and red was what she had on hand. There is an orange one in the works, though! And the shirt is orange too. I made do. But anyway, watch this. You're gonna love this. Ready?"

Winter blinked. "Sure."

Blaise's brow furrowed in concentration. The temperature went up quite a bit; and with a crack and a pop, the red of Blaise's blazer (ha) began to fissure, glowing a bright orange through the cracks.

"Ta-da!"

"Did you just lava your clothing?"

"Technically it's below the crust, so I think it's more magma right now, but yes! I did!" He said, fists on his hips, looking very proud of himself.

Winter giggled. Gently, she raised her hand, glowing white with her wintry magic, and touched a section of his jacket. It froze instantly, turning dark blue very briefly. There was a hiss, and a pop, and the ice melted off, the lava once more glowing on the jacket.

"Oh, that's rather fun, isn't it?"

Blaise threw his head back and laughed. "For you I imagine it's oodles of fun," he said, shoving his hands in the pockets of his pants. Pants that were tapered and fit well! No baggy pants covered by tunics, or worse, TIGHTS. No tippets, no boots (though he didn't mind boots all too much), his hair on FIRE and NOBODY telling him to put it out or else! "It's amazing, the things Sabine is creating," he said, starting forward again. "That everyone is creating. Together."

The town square buzzed. The magibeans looked so happy. They waved as Blaise walked by, sharing pleasantries and chattering amongst themselves. They were a colourful bunch; sprites with their hair elementally charged, giants in suits, a few fae breezing by in loose clothes that seemed to be one large swath of breezy material folded over itself creatively to create flowing, gorgeous, robe like gowns. Dwarves were taking kindly to a thing Sabine said were called jeans, excited at the prospect of a tough material to withstand the tough stuff they did—and that was just a smattering of the fashions that had begun to spring up all around the country.

Some magibeans carried various building supplies towards the hall; others rushed towards the shops with brightly coloured buckets of paint, chattering excitedly about how they were going to customize their storefronts, now that they could. Dryads and centaurs planted the most colourful assortment of plants you ever did see. Cobblestones were slowly being laid down, colourful as can be, the mist from the springs sparkling in the afternoon sun as it drifted through the city.

A weight, that the entire continent did not know it had been carrying, had been lifted. They could all breath again.

"You should see what my sisters have been doing in the new provinces," Winter said, following beside Blaise, her hands behind her back as she nodded politely at the magibeans walking by. Her head roamed back and forth slowly as she admired all the changes they had made since she had last come by to bother her partner after work. "Have you been south west yet?"

"No, not lately."

"Well, Spring and Summer have worked wonders on the border between those two provinces. The groves, the orchards, the fruit trees, the vines! Oh Blaise, it's gorgeous. And it's all over, too! The farmland in the east is suddenly flourishing; Autumn is beside herself with happiness! The scab is still scabbed, of course, but everything everywhere else is healthy and happy. Mother says that almost all of the vegetation on the continent seems to be flourishing, as are the people. Everyone is growing together. I'd almost say the entire continent is sparkling like it's a brand-new place. The Springs especially look as glittery as I have ever seen them. And we all have you to thank for that."

Blaise chuckled. "Well, it’s not just me. There’s a whole team of magibeans getting things in order. And…all of this? Well, it's the right thing to do," he said.

"Yes! It is! So why are you so sad?"

"Sad? I'm not. I'm not sad."

"Yes you are. I am very good at seeing sads, Mister Frost. I am an expert, after all."

Blaise stopped, glancing down at his feet, his face darkening. Winter stopped beside him, watching him carefully.

"They forbade her from using her future sight when working. Did you know that?" Blaise finally said, looking up in the distance at the springs.

"Oh."

"Queen Frost apparently had a certain aesthetic she wanted to keep to, and she made sure it was enforced." He huffed, steam coming out of his nose.

Gently, Winter grabbed his arm, hugging it tightly. She felt his muscles flex in her little arm embrace. She squeezed back.

"It seems there's quite a bit to unpack there."

"Not really. Queen Frost was always just. Like that," he said with a shrug, Winter releasing her hold on his arm. She rested her hands in the crook of his elbow, looking up at him. "What more is there to unpack?"

"Do you ever think about yourself, Blaise?"

"What d'you mean?"

"I mean," Winter said, letting go and stepping in front of him, a little hill of snow happy to come into existence and give her a boost so she could stare directly into his eyes. "You put everyone first," she said, smoothing the round lapels on his jacket. "Everyone. But what about yourself? When do you have time for yourself?"

"When I'm with you," he said, gently caressing her face.

"Oh please," she replied with an eye roll, gently taking his hand off of her cheek and holding it in hers. "We both know that you always put me first."

"I thought you liked being the centre of attention," Blaise teased.

Winter laughed. "Pish posh. I like attention, yes, but I like you even more," she said, booping his nose. "And that's why I waited for you after work today! I am taking you on a date," she said, confidently, crossing her arms with a satisfied smile.

"Oh really?"

"Yes," she insisted. "I even dressed for the occasion," she reminded him, readjusting her arms to make sure all the bracelets she was wearing clinked.

Blaise smirked. With a tap of his foot, the snow below Winter melted.

Her smug exterior dropped; with a cute little meep, she found herself stepping down rather forcefully. She grimaced, already dreading the horrid feeling in her ankles that would rattle around for a bit when she hit the ground.

But, before she could even brace for impact, Winter was suddenly engulfed by a pair of very warm arms right around her waist, and pulled forward. Unscrupulously twirled about, she found herself pressed into Blaise's just as warm chest. She looked up, ready to bite, Blaise's bemused look stopping her in her tracks.

"I'm sorry, was that a-did you just meep?!"

"You melted my snow step!" She said, flustered.

"That was the cutest sound I've ever heard!"

"Blaise, my snow step!" she said with a cute little pout.

"Gods above. That meep could soften the hardest of hearts!"

Pouting, Winter squirmed, pulling herself up and seating herself on Blaise's forearms. He adjusted accordingly, supporting her as best as he could while trying not to think of her...well. Butt. Her butt.

She crossed her arms, still pouting. "I'm trying to be all suave, like you usually are, and you are making it very hard to do so!"

"You think I'm suave?" Blaise asked, genuinely.

"I think you are many things," Winter replied, her gaze softening. "And suave is one of them. Smooth, too. And sculpted. And sweet and kind and caring and also, very annoying. That poor snow step never did anything to you!"

Blaise chuckled. "It got in my way of you," he said, placing her down gently.

She cleared her throat, flushed, and dusted off her dress. "Now then. May I continue?"

"Go right ahead," Blaise said with a wave, shoving his hands back in his pockets.

"Great, perfect, thank you." She shook her arms, the beads and bangles clinking back into place. "You look out for everyone, but I don't think you look out for yourself much. This latest undertaking of yours has been lovely! Very lovely. Look at how this world is breathing now! There's so much colour, and laughter, and freedom...but I'm sure it's been bringing up all sorts of feelings for you, and I have just the thing for processing them," she said, excitement lighting up her delicate little features.

Blaise looked down at his shoes, thoughtful. Dismantling the monarchy and the, frankly, insane rules they had enforced had been a very long road. A century in and they had barely scratched the surface; eager to breath new life into the city, Blaise and Mother Nature had decided to tackle the "etiquette" rules, for lack of a better term. The governors of the new provinces had agreed, and things were going swimmingly.

But Winter was right, though Blaise didn't want to say it. Saying it would make it all real, and he didn't think he could weather the emotions all of that would bring up. The LAST thing he needed was his political career tarnished by an angry outburst when it had only just started.

"How did you know?”

"Your shoulders," Winter said, tilting her head. "They're more squared up, as of late. And you've been clenching your jaw. And all of you is so tense. I mean, you are rather muscular—"

"Oh ho ho, am I now?"

"Shut up," Winter said, flushing and looking away.

"Muscular, sculpted—"

"Annoying," Winter reminded him, still looking away.

"Sorry, sorry. I'll...tone it down a notch."

"Not stopping, though?"

"Nope! Never."

Winter laughed. "Good. I like when you tease. Just not when I'm trying to be very very nice to you!"

"You're always very very nice to me."

"Well. You're worth it," Winter said with a little shrug.

Now it was Blaise's turn to flush and look away. He cleared his throat. Winter rubbed her arm. They glanced back at one another; opened up their mouths to speak. Realized the other was speaking. Laughed.

"You, uh, had something in mind?"

"Mhmm," Winter said, nodding a little too fast, fingers pressed together. "Come along with me?" she asked, holding out a hand.

"Always," Blaise replied, grabbing it.

"Excellent!" And, with strength he had no idea the season possessed, Blaise was dragged away from town, towards the North.

---

"So I started doing this thing, many many centuries ago," Winter began, running alongside the trees, dragging Blaise behind her, “when it all became too much," she finished. She stopped briefly, glancing around the snowy paths in the foothills, pulling Blaise along once more when she found the path she was looking for. "Though I barely recall it now, it was very hard after the Call to go from the life I knew to the life I have now."

Blaise tugged her hand, stopping her in her tracks. Squeezing it, he looked at her softly. "What was it like?" he asked. "I never...things didn't change much for me at all after the Call. I can't imagine what it was like…would’ve been like...I kind of envied you and your sisters, in all honesty."

"Oh?"

"Yeah," Blaise replied, looking away and rubbing the back of his neck. "I, uh. Well, you see what I've been doing. With everyone. And I've told you about my family. It's not that I don't love them, or anything. It's just. Not the same as what you have. I’ve always wanted that.”

"I can hardly blame you. Mother Nature is a wonderful mother, and I love all of my sisters dearly. Even Spring. I'd never consider them anything but. Nevertheless," she said, taking a careful step forward. "It was a hard adjustment to make, especially when you're so little and don't quite know what's going on."

"Tell me about it," Blaise said, genuinely, as they continued at a much more reasonable pace. "Please. That is, if it doesn't, ah. You know. Upset you, or. Or anything."

"Well, I can hardly recall them now, but I…I loved my parents. My mother was…she was as cold as her title, and she kept that cool facade up to everyone she interacted with. Except for my father. She let her guard down with him. He was rather silly," Winter said with a soft laugh. "My memories are so faint now, but I remember he'd do such silly dances, make such funny noises, and he'd have the most pointless spells at his disposal, that did nothing practical—but they made me laugh. They made her laugh. And I suppose for him, that was all he really needed.”

"He dressed silly too, if I recall correctly. I think he came to the castle more than once in slippers."

Winter laughed. "They were bunnies! With ears! The Snow Queen hated them. But I think that just made the Winter Warlock love them more! And I do believe that deep down, Bianca found everything he did endearing. Otherwise I'm sure she wouldn't have named me after him. It was nice, I think. I don't remember feeling not nice," Winter said with a thoughtful frown as the path twirled upwards, hand still clasped in his. "Not until after the Call."

She stopped walking, looking out at the valley below them. It sparkled in the sunlight, the snow fresh. The trees were weighed down with blankets of snow, bowing low to the ground as the wind whistled in that calm, peaceful way it did in the winter. Off in the distance, one of the four rivers that branched out from the Springs sparkled, ice chunks floating along it. Everything seemed so much more...beautiful, in the winter, Blaise thought, eyes settling on the top of her head.

"It was scary," she continued, taking a seat on the edge of the path. Gently, and quietly, Blaise sat beside her, squeezing her hand and paying full attention.

She smiled up at him, squeezing back. "Bianca carried me out of her castle so fast. Winter followed behind us. I remember watching the pink light hit our home, and the towers tumbled; my little room was gone in the blink of an eye. The pink light bounced off of everywhere. Winter hurried us along, but he couldn't keep up. Bianca tried to go back for him, but he wouldn't let her stop. It was the fastest goodbye I'd ever experienced with him. And the final one, to boot. Whoosh!" she said, lifting her hands. "Pink light engulfed him, and he was gone. Just like that." She sighed. "I hid in my mother's shawl the rest of the way."

"I'd be scared too, if I were you."

"Really? You'd be scared?"

"Uh, yeah. What, do you think I don't get scared?"

Winter tilted her head, surveying him with a mix of curiosity and thoughtfulness, the corners of her mouth twitching as she tried to hold back a smile, eyes alight with mischief. "Perhaps," she finally said, the grin peeking out.

Blaise laughed. "I've been scared before! Plenty of times! Honest!"

"I'm not so sure I believe you," Winter said. "But we'll dig into that later."

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Like what?"

"Like you can't wait to tear me apart, but not in a fun way! In a sort of I need to study you kind of way."

"Is that not fun?"

"Well, I don't know! I'm the one being studied! And not in the fun way!"

"Which is?"

"Y-you know," Blaise said, blushing. "Your place or mine? Let me get a closer look at your face? With my whole face? That sorta thing?"

Winter choked back a laugh, a hand covering her mouth, her face fast turning red. "Blaise! You absolute scoundrel."

"Thank you."

"That wasn't a compliment!"

"I take them as I go," he teased, squeezing her hand.

"Don't worry, darling. I'm not going to dissect you. As much as I love all your muscles, I quite miss the soft bits that are around when you're not holding a ton of tension in your everything."

Blaise sighed. "I know you do. So do I,” he admitted, scooting closer to her. Finding comfort in the cold press of her skin against him. “What happened next?”

"Hmm?"

"After your dad..."

"Oh! Right! Well, my mother brought me to the little hideaway they made for me, to keep me safe. You know, just in case. And she made sure I was cozy and set for the long term and, well, the Call caught up to us. She gave me a kiss, a smile, and uttered last words I don't remember because that's when it took her, too,” she said with a sigh, laying her head on his shoulder. “I was alone. And of course, after that, when the sky turned back to stars and the pink was gone, I wandered. Went back home—it was gone. Wasn't sure what to do until Summer started melting all the snow. Their snow, that I had watched them place down together. Helped them with, even. It was very upsetting, and I stopped Summer in her tracks and told her so right then and there! Her reply? ‘Oh snap! I found you! Let’s get going!’ And she brought me home to Tara and the other seasons, and now here I am, quite happy with Mother Nature and my sisters."

"But between that?"

"I was very unhappy. It was the very first time I ever experienced a frozen heart," she said. "I was sad. Sad that my parents were gone. I'd never see them again. And I resented them for it, the older I got. I was so sad, and post thaw I was so upset and angry, so...I found an outlet for it," she said, hopping up. “And that’s why we’re here!”

She stepped into the air, almost falling before ice formed just below her foot, stretching down the mountain. “Race you, hotshot,” she said, and down she went. "Try to keep up!" she shouted back, as she formed ice path after ice path, zig zagging down the mountainside.

Blaise grinned. He hopped up, took a few steps back and, with a running start, jumped, landing on the ice and sliding down just as fast as Winter. The pair laughed, twirling around one another until they landed in the valley, clothes dishevelled, hair windswept, and faces flushed.

"You okay?"

"I'm fine! I do this all the time! I’m the professional." Winter said. "Oop! Careful dear, it's slippery," she added, grabbing Blaise's arms.

"I'm good, I'm good," Blaise said, steadying himself and looking out at the wide valley before them, clinging to her forearms. "It's beautiful," he said, breathlessly.

"I know! I do great work and all anyone ever does is complain about how cold it is. Where's the respect for a season, hmm? My sisters don't get half the sleet I get!" she huffed, rolling her eyes. "Anyway, while the view is lovely as I do quite the amazing job, that's not why I brought you all the way out here. Watch," she said, placing a finger up in the air before Blaise could speak.

He let go of her arms, holding his up in surrender. Stepping back a pace or two, he gestured Winter forwards with a hand.

A grin, an absolutely feral grin that Blaise adored (he loved how unhinged she could be) slowly spread across her face. He stepped back again for good measure, watching as Winter cracked her knuckles, tilted her head side to side (cracks coming from her neck), and turned around, facing the pristine valley.

She stuck her arms out to her side, her fingers outstretched. She bent down a bit, her legs wide in the snow. She inhaled; held it, then exhaled. Her fingers curled in, hands glowing, and the ground below her began to shake.

The rumbling grew louder; the shaking stretched out farther and farther, until the snow all over the valley was bouncing around, the undisturbed blanket of white splitting.

There was a crack, and a shink; then another, and another, until the valley was echoing with low thrums and hums, and up Winter’s arms went, the snow exploding below her as giant pillars of ice burst out of the ground. They intersected with each other, tall and crooked, some forming arches with one another, others nearly colliding as they stopped moving, settling in their new places. Snow gently fell off the tops of the pillars, landing on the ground with multiple muffled plonks.

Winter turned around. "Ta-da!" she said, presenting the handywork.

"Look at that. Wow," Blaise said, with a low whistle.

"I know. I'm a gift to magibean kind and so underappreciated in my time."

"Not by me you're not," Blaise said, kissing the top of her head, and gazing over her at the mess of icy stalagmites, chin resting on her head, her shoulders trapped in a hug.

"So. Ah. An outlet, eh?"

"Big time," Winter said, squirming out of Blaise's embrace. "Watch and learn, hotshot," she said, skipping into the minefield. "I'd come out here, and I'd think of everything that had happened. I'd think of how rude it was that my parents just left me alone, how AWFUL it was, how they couldn't just say no to all of the stupid fae and their different factions and their dumb war, and I'd get all worked up and then, BAM," she said, with a flawless roundhouse kick into the nearest ice block. It cracked. "And then again," she said, kicking it with her other leg. The fractures deepened. "And then I'd finish them," she said, pressing her hands together and driving them right into the middle of the fracture.

In seconds, the ice shattered, fractals falling down to the ground. The top of the pillar came crashing down, shattering the little icicles that remained until it all fell into a heap, icy dust fanning out from the impact zone.

"Oh wow," Blaise said, his hair, embarrassingly, briefly flickering. He cleared his throat. "Is that how you got all, you know," he said, gesturing to Winter. "Slushy again?"

"Not at all. It's how I processed things," she said, grabbing the ends of his jacket and pulling him closer. "The slush was thanks to you," she said, booping his nose with hers and hopping backwards, leaving Blaise significantly flustered. She grinned.

"Oh," Blaise finally said, a goofy grin splitting his face. "Oh wow."

"So now it's your turn!"

"My-what? My turn? For what?"

"Property damage!" Winter said, chipper. "And I know just where to start," she said, pushing him towards the closest slab of ice. "Sabine."

"Sabine?"

"Yes. Royal tailor, gifted with foresight and forbidden to use it."

Blaise's face darkened again.

"Ou, yes, there we go. Tell me about that," Winter said, hopping up and sitting in the air, a pile of snow twirling up to meet her halfway.

Blaise placed a hand on the pillar in front of him, flat. He frowned at his reflection, looking away. He cleared his throat. "My brother and I were always held to such impossible standards. Exactly the same ones, too. And if I did something wrong, he got the blame for it too. And vice versa, though the former happened a lot more than the latter. And it’s not like I was doing anything wrong!” he said, smacking the ice below him. “I was just trying to be my own person, but goddess forbid I didn’t act exactly like my twin.”

“And then Sabine…”

“Yeah! The fuck!” Blaise finally said, the source of all magic choosing to ignore the swears sure to continue coming from this section of the country. “I thought it was just Pyros and I that had to keep up appearances,” he began, pacing back and forth, hands waving about as he spoke. “But apparently it WASN’T just us! It was almost the entirety of the royal court! And I had no fucking clue!” he said, a flaming kick shattering the icy pillar in front of him.

Blaise blinked, watching the pieces melt into the snow.

“Huh. That did feel kind of good.”

“Right?!” Winter said from her perch in the snow. “Keep going darling. The field’s yours.”

“Finding out everything my parents banned or forbade unnecessarily has been exhausting,” Blaise continued, pulling his hands down his face. “Sabine not being allowed to use her sight? Tip of the iceberg! Dave wasn’t allowed to float because goddess above forbid he appear higher than the King! And! Queen!” he said, both titles punctuated with a flaming punch, whoosh, CRACK, pop-pop-pop to the next pillar, the ice melting quickly and collapsing in on itself. “All sorts of magibeans employed within the castle weren’t allowed to do ANYTHING!” A hot slice through the air, the pillar beside him split in half, falling down on its now severed bottom half with a smack. It slid down to the ground slowly, in an almost comical fashion, landing on its side in the snow. “There was NO intermingling between stations and levels, no talking to the court unless they spoke to you first, and that was just within the castle walls, LADY of the Springs!”

One, two, three more icy pillars went down, the shards of ice hitting the snow with dulled thunks. Chest heaving, Blaise paused for a moment, back against a pillar as he focused on his breathing. “It was no way for anyone to live,” he said, quietly. “I know that because it’s how we were living! And just knowing that it wasn’t just us?” Blaise looked up. “It’s infuriating.”

Behind him, the pillar he was leaning on started to crack. It looked a bit shiny; wet. So did the ones beside it.

“How I was living,” Blaise realized. “Because that’s the thing, isn’t it?” he said, straightening up. “Pyros was fine with the way things were. I mean, you saw what he did! After I quit my studies, he just—he was fine. Just fine with the way they ran things. He saw no problems with it at all. But I did! But every time I spoke up or had a thought or reacted differently from Mom and Dad and my brother, it was an immediate lecture. That’s not how things work, they’d say. Or that’s just how it is. Or we do these things for good reasons. Like hell they did!”

He sprung off the slowly melting pillar really suddenly, his staff appearing in his hands. He stabbed it into the ground; it glowed brightly, and with a high-pitched squeal, a torrent of flames burst from the blue gem at the center, absolutely annihilating the pillars within its radius.

“Woo. Toasty,” Winter said, standing beside Blaise now. “I didn’t know staffs could do that!”

“They can do a LOT of things, when you’re actually allowed to experiment. Watch this,” Blaise said, pulling his staff out of the snow and giving it an exuberant (and definitely unnecessary) twirl. He grasped it by the base. The wood began to shift; slowly, it morphed, until it resembled a club.

“Oh, bravo!” Winter said, with a delighted little clap. “I bet you can’t get a hunk of ice across the valley.”

“Bet you I can,” Blaise said with a grin.

“Kisses if I win?”

“You mean when I win?”

“You can talk the talk, Mr. Frost, but can you hit the hit?”

“Isn’t it walk the walk?”

“Well, yes, but you will be hitting one of these lovely pillars, will you not?”

“Watch and learn, Ms. Winter.”

She stepped back, gesturing Blaise forward now.

With a grin, he hefted the bat staff in his hands, giving it a preemptive swing. Satisfied, he tightened his grip, and, bringing it as far back as he could, whacked the pillar in front of him.

It shattered; chunks of ice went flying. With another quick swing, Blaise hit one before it could fall. It went soaring across the valley. Shading his eyes with his hand, he watched as the chunk arced in the air, sunlight sparkling off it, before landing in a heap just before the riverbank.

“Boom,” he said.

Winter laughed, eyes crinkling at the corners, face flushed. Blaise shifted his weight; he watched her fondly, his staff returning to its default form just in time for him to lean on it as he watched the season laugh. She exhaled, finally, flushing when she noticed him staring at her.

Briefly, she looked down, smiling very big at the snow for a moment before composing herself. She cleared her throat, glancing back at the fiery man she absolutely adored, and tilted her head. “I know that what your parents did wasn’t fair to any of the magibeans.”

“It wasn’t. And I just let it happen,” he admitted, kicking a piece of ice that had settled by his foot. “And it wasn’t just within the castle grounds. It was the entire continent; every subdivision, every noble under their charge, they all had to adhere to these impossible standards, stifling their very essences just to keep two, quite frankly, useless magibeans happy! And I just let it happen.”

“Oh, Blaise. You are so very silly.”

“Excuse me?”

“What could you have done? You were so young, and as much a victim as everyone else was,” she said, stepping closer. “It wasn’t fair to you, either,” she finished, resting her head on his chest.

She could feel him sigh, the weight finally falling off of his shoulders. “It wasn’t.”

“And nobody blames you, darling! Nobody. You were just trying to survive.”

Dismissing his staff, he grabbed Winter, pulling her in tightly. “I know,” he said, trying hard to keep the tears out of his voice. “I know.” He gave her one last squeeze before breaking the hug, his hands resting on her shoulders. “But it still wasn’t fair. And the worst is, you know, they had the ability to make things fair for everyone! But they didn’t,” he said, his face darkening, his hair burning higher.

“But you do,” Winter said with a soft smile. “And you are. And it’s most definitely going to be a very long road ahead, but you’re doing what you can now. It is enough. I know you don’t feel like it is,” she continued, shrugging his hands off of her shoulders and grabbing them in hers, “but it is. I promise. So you should stop beating yourself up about it all, alright? And instead, beat up all of this,” she said, gesturing with both her hands and his, towards the field of half melted ice pillars.

Blaise smiled, squeezing her hands tightly. “You are so good to me.”

“I know,” she said, with a silly little grin.

Blaise laughed, sweeping her right off of her feet and pulling her into a tight hug. “Thank you,” he said, quietly in her ear. “And I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” she whispered back, pecking the side of his head (since that was what was closest to her). “I understand. And I’m here for you, Blaise. Always,” she said, giving him a little squeeze. “You don’t need to take responsibility for everything; you don’t deserve to. You deserve to treat yourself better.” She pulled back enough to look up at him and smile. “And you’re already working wonders, now that you no longer have to survive. Now that you have the opportunity to make a difference, and can make a difference, you are.”

“And everyone who can help is helping,” Blaise said. “It’s…nice.”

“It really is! We’ll all be okay, Blaise dear. You’ll be okay.”

“You think so?”

“I know so. And I’m always right,” she said, with utmost certainty. “Now then. Property damage?” she asked, gesturing out to the field of pillars.

“Property damage,” Blaise agreed, grabbing her hand. “Shall we go misplace a bunch of aggression?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” she said, taking his hand and launching them both into the field.

---

Time passed; hours, minutes, neither really knew. Time practically stood still when they were together. And certainly it felt as though it was now, as they lay down face by face in the snow, surrounded by tiny little beads of half melted ice chips. The moon glowed in the sky, the stars sparkling brightly. The once smooth blanket of snow was well trodden, now, flattened to the ground and frozen solid in some places.  

They had collapsed together, catching their breath as the remnants of the last few pillars melted away, feeling a lot lighter now that they had exploded a ton of ice while venting about everything that had happened. A shooting star passed high above them, chests finally slowing down as the pair caught their breath.

“I believe someone owes me kisses?”

“Oh yes! I do, don’t I?” Winter said, springing right up and throwing herself on top of Blaise.

“Oof,” he said, reaching up and pulling her in close. “You take my breath away.”

“That’d be the body slam I just did,” she said, kissing the tip of his nose. And then his forehead. And then his cheek. And then the other cheek, and then any itty-bitty speck of space she could find on his face. Nowhere was safe. Nowhere.

Not that he minded, of course; he only minded when she stopped her onslaught.

“Excuse me. I was promised kisses? Plural?!”

Winter laughed, crossing her arms on his chest and leaning on them. “I am aware.”

Blaise quirked an eyebrow, throwing his hands behind his head and staring at her, suspiciously. She was plotting; he knew it. “Well, where are they?”

“Hmm. Good question! Either at your place, or mine, I should think,” she said.

“OH! Nice throwback,” he said.

“Thank you kindly,” she replied, watching as his brow furrowed in thought for but a moment.

“Yours is closer,” he decided, hair igniting as, with a devious smirk, he grabbed her around the waist, wasting no time whatsoever in poofing them right into the pile of blankets and plethora of pillows that covered her bed.

---

(The next morning, he found himself awoken by Summer’s very loud barge into Winter’s room. His fellow summer sprite’s eyes grew wide when she realized he was right beside Winter, and she screamed, excited.

“Ou, Winter! You go girl! Get it!”

“Get out get out get OUT!” Winter yelled, throwing a bunch of pillows at her sister.

Summer cackled, running right out of the room. “WAIT UNTIL I TELL SPRING AND AUTUMN!”

“DO NOT!” Winter yelled back, hopping out of the sheets and giving chase.

Blaise chuckled. He loved staying over at Winter’s place).

---

I started writing this a month ago?? According to my drafts??? I was coping with some HORRORS and using Blinter to do it. Finally finished it today! It is DELIGHTFUL and I am HOPING that the horrors that INSPIRED this are finally finished for now. Or at least getting better. RELATIONSHIPS ARE HARD, ESPESH WHEN UR PARTNER IS VERY BLAISE CODED AND HAVING A ROUGH GO OF IT AND YOU CAN'T ACTUALLY MAKE A GIANT FIELD OF ICE FOR THE BOTH OF YOU TO SMASH UP BUT GOD YOU WISH YOU COULD!

Anyway.

This is roughly a century or so after the War of Succession (Millennia War, Civil War, I've given it like 70 names lol). So they've been together for a hot (pun intended) minute! I imagine they get hitched shortly after this and, well, you know, this happens >:).

Enjoy the fluff!

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things i would have done if i was older in the 2000′s:

early 00s:

- make a friendster, diaryland or xanga account

- collect hit clips 

- join a subculture

- go to underground raves and become part of a rave family

- wear chokers, baby tees and puka shell necklaces

- stan mary-kate and ashley olsen

- learn electric guitar or piano

- buy music at the mall

- get inspired by avril lavigne 

- write in forums or start my own

- code my own website from an html book

- pin stuffed animals to my bag or jeans

- diy some phat pants  

- make graphics in photoshop

- make dollz

- get a gateway or macbook clamshell

- collect stickers and soda tabs

late 00s:

- buy/put together a hi-fi system

- get the first iphone at the apple store on launch day

- start a youtube channel with a video camera

- become a scene queen on myspace

- promote skelanimals or an emo fashion line

- wear cami tunic tops under jackets and graphic tees

- shop at hot topic religiously

- work at build-a-bear or hot topic

- hang at warped tour with friends and plan outfits

- burn some rip of “hey there delilah” on a cd

- wear a lot of black and crochet my own beanies for fun

- blast my car speakers until i break them

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Comfort

In today's fast-paced world, comfort is paramount. Kurta Pajama's relaxed fit and lightweight fabric ensure maximum comfort without compromising on style. Whether you're lounging at home or stepping out for a social event, you can always count on the comfort of your Kurta Pajama.

Cultural Significance

Beyond its aesthetic appeal, Kurta Pajama holds deep cultural significance for many communities. It symbolizes tradition, heritage, and identity, serving as a proud expression of one's cultural roots. By embracing Kurta Pajama style, men can connect with their cultural heritage while making a fashion statement.

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Casual Looks

For a laid-back vibe, pair your Kurta Pajama with denim jeans or chinos. Opt for earthy tones and subtle prints for a relaxed yet stylish look. Complete the ensemble with a pair of sandals or loafers for the perfect blend of comfort and style.

Formal Attire

When dressing up for special occasions, choose a Kurta Pajama ensemble in luxe fabrics like silk or brocade. Add a Nehru jacket or a tailored blazer for a touch of sophistication. Finish off your look with classic leather shoes and minimal accessories for a polished appearance.

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From Bollywood actors to Hollywood celebrities, Kurta Pajama has found favor with style icons around the world. Celebrities like Shah Rukh Khan, Ranveer Singh, and Jay Z have been spotted rocking Kurta Pajama ensembles on various occasions, further cementing its status as a fashion must-have.

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Fabric Options

When shopping for Kurta Pajama, consider the occasion and the climate. Cotton is ideal for casual wear and warm weather, while silk and brocade are perfect for formal events and cooler temperatures. Pay attention to the fabric quality and craftsmanship to ensure longevity and comfort.

Fit Considerations

Finding the right fit is essential for a flattering Kurta Pajama ensemble. Opt for a silhouette that complements your body type, whether it's a slim-fit kurta or a relaxed-fit pajama. Pay attention to measurements and alterations if needed to achieve the perfect fit.

Conclusion

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FAQs

Can I wear Kurta Pajama for everyday occasions? Absolutely! Kurta Pajama is perfect for everyday wear, offering comfort and style in equal measure.

How do I style Kurta Pajama for a formal event? For formal occasions, opt for a Kurta Pajama ensemble in luxe fabrics like silk or brocade, and accessorize with classic leather shoes and minimal jewelry.

Is Kurta Pajama suitable for all body types? Yes, Kurta Pajama comes in a variety of fits and silhouettes to suit every body type, so you're sure to find one that flatters your figure.

Can I customize my Kurta Pajama ensemble at Rajwadi? Absolutely! At Rajwadi, we offer customization services to ensure your Kurta Pajama ensemble fits you perfectly and reflects your personal style.

How can I care for my Kurta Pajama to maintain its quality? To keep your Kurta Pajama looking its best, follow the care instructions on the label and avoid harsh chemicals or machine washing. Instead, opt for gentle hand washing and air drying to preserve the fabric and embroidery.

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