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oh-austin · 2 years

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previous part / selena gomez fc, part two!

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ynupdates Y/N and Austin arrived in New York today ahead of the Met Gala tomorrow!!

ynfan5 did anyone see the pics of Austin taking her bag from her hands to carry it for her, mans really wants me to want him huh 🥵

austinfan7 I just love them together so much

austinfan9 I hope they walk together tomorrow like it’s all I want in life right now

ynfan6 it’s on my bucket list

ynfan2 anyone know where that dress is from?

austinfan12 austin looks delicious.. gotta be honest

ynfan13 I met them both today!! they were so kind and lovely to speak to, Y/N literally had a five minute conversation with me

ynfan16 IM SO JEALOUS RIGHT NOW

ynfan13 can confirm she smells amazing

austinfan4 kinda missing black haired austin rn

ynfan14 I will legitimately lose my shit if they don’t walk together tomorrow

austinfan17 I want ONE interaction at MINIMUM

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themet singer and actress, Y/N L/N, has arrived in all her gilded glamour!

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ynfan17 SHES SO CLASSY AND BEAUTIFUL

ynfan19 she looks STUNNING 😍

austinfan14 waiting to see her and austin

austinfan18 we barely ever get Y/N and austin content, I’m holding out hope

vogue that’s our covergirl 😚

ynfan22 she looks better than half the people there

ynfan23 idk wtf some people are wearing this year, but I do know that Y/N is constantly hitting the mark

rarebeauty gorgeous!!

ynfan25 the rare beauty social media team has a big fat crush on Y/N and I’m here for it

ynfan26 WHERE IS AUSTIN?????? GET THEM TOGETHER NOW 😡

austinfan20 she’s so pretty wtf, austin is winning

austinfan23 I just want Y/N and Austin content, please god please I’m begging

ynfan27 literally on my hands and knees praying for at least ONE PICTURE 🧎‍♀️🙏🏼

ynfan28 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼 PLEASE

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ynaustin-updates IM XRYING SHAKING AND THROWING UP RIGHT NOW AUSTIN AND Y/N NATIOJ WON SO GOOD TODAY

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ynfan31 I’m still in SHOCK

austinfan24 they look so good together I’m drooling

ynfan32 😭😭 they look so stunning

austinfan26 my bisexuality is panicking right now

ynfan35 DID ANYONE WHO WATCHED THE LIVESTREAM GET THEIR KISS????

ynfan36 OR HIM HELPING HER UP THE STAIRS??? DM ME ASAP PLEASE

austinfan27 it seriously doesn’t feel real, but we finally got the content we wanted

austinfan29 I’m reeling so hard

ynfan38 now we need austin to propose!

austinfan32 does anyone know if Austin is going out to see Y/N perform tomorrow at MSG?

ynfan39 I’m not sure but if he’s there this account with probably post about it

austinfan35 or Austin maybe, but we’re lucky to get anything from his inactive ass

austinfan37 go and give us nothing!!

austinfan38 constantly winning we are!!!!!

ynfan41 if Austin isn’t there, we riot at dawn besties 🫶🏼

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tiaramania · 1 year

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Tiara Highlights of 2022

2022 was the year of the tiara debut with three future queens and a bunch of other people wearing their first tiara. All of my highlight picks are first tiaras and this isn't even all of them! You can check out all of the tiaras (or at least the ones I was able to find pictures of) worn during 2022 here.

Princess Fadzilah of Brunei's Wedding

Princess Fadzilah wore two of Queen Saleha's tiaras for her wedding to Abdullah Al-Hashimi in January. Both of them are massive so I'm impressed with how well she wore them for her first time wearing a tiara. Princess Fadzilah wearing the blue and pink diamond toppers but not the diamond heart made me realize that Queen Saleha's Diamond Tiara and Queen Saleha's Diamond Heart Tiara have been the same tiara all along. Also, there was a royal wedding cat who attempted to steal the show.

Tommy Dorfman at the Met Gala

The Met Gala usually provides us with a few tiara sightings and this year had even more because of the 'Gilded Glamour' theme. While many of the attendees wore bigger or more impressive tiaras, even one made specifically for the event, I keep being drawn to Tommy Dorfman wearing a Regency Era, green paste, hair-comb from Fred Leighton. This is the perfect way to wear a tiara to a fashion event. It's simple and stunning and by wearing it backwards but still placed impeccably it provides just that bit of quirkiness to make it stand out. It's different in an interesting way not just for the sake of being different. Special mention should go to Léna Mahfouf who also wore a tiara very well at an event where we saw a lot of bad ones.

Princess Ingrid Alexandra of Norway's First Tiara

The pandemic caused a bit of a backup in newly of age princesses wearing their first tiara so Princess Ingrid Alexandra's postponed 18th birthday celebrations provided not just her but also two other future queens their first opportunity to wear a tiara. The birthday girl wore a pearl and diamond tiara by Boucheron that belonged to her great-great-grandmother and was left to her by her great-aunt. I thought the Norwegian royal family did a great job of emphasizing the historical and emotional connection of Princess Ingrid Alexandra wearing the tiara and of course she looked great in it.

Princess Elisabeth of Belgium's First Tiara

The biggest surprise in Norway was actually from Princess Elisabeth of Belgium, the Duchess of Brabant. She wore a new to the family tiara that is most likely one that was once owned by the Vestey family. The Belgian royals don't have a large jewelry collection and very rarely add new pieces so it was totally unexpected but very welcome.

Princess Catharina Amalia of the Netherlands' First Tiara

Princess Catharina Amalia, the Princess of Orange, choose the Star Button Tiara for her first tiara outing. It was the one worn by her mother, Queen Maxima, on her wedding day so a very sentimental choice that she wore beautifully. Princess Catharina Amalia has spoken more than once about her love of tiaras so I'm very interested to see her explore the large Dutch collection in the future.

Sultanah Nur Diana Petra of Kelantan's First Tiara

This summer Nur Diana was elevated to the rank of Sultanah or Queen of Kelantan and in November we finally saw her in her first tiara. She choose Queen Zainab's Diamond Tiara which features the state emblem of Kelantan. I think she'll wear this one the most in the future but hopefully she wears some of the other tiaras belonging to the Kelantan royal family too.

Le Bal

There are usually tiaras at Le Bal des Débutantes in Paris every year but this year the official jeweler was an antique/estate jeweler with a huge collection of historical items instead of a contemporary jeweler which made the event so much more exciting. Six of the attendees wore a tiara or aigrette for the first time. In the top row are Leah Isadora Behn, Archduchess Sophia of Habsburg-Lorraine, and Wenhao Cai and the bottom row are Bristol Fales Hill, Princess Hélène of Orleans, and Princess Inayatinder Kaur of Patiala.

What was your favorite tiara moment of 2022?

#Tiara Talk #Princess Fadzilah #Tommy Dorfman #Princess Ingrid Alexandra #Princess Elisabeth #Princess Catharina Amalia #Sultanah Nur Diana #Leah Isadora Behn #Archduchess Sophia of Habsburg Lorraine #First Tiara #Wenhao Cai #Bristol Fales Hill #Princess Helene #Princess Inayatinder #Met Gala #Le Bal des Debutantes

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taraljc · 5 months

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The mental image of Sylvie giving Loki so much shit over his new outfit is giving me life right now.

"Are those pyjamas? Are you wearing pyjamas right now?”

"The last time I saw you, you walked through a rip in reality that closed behind you. How are you even here?"

"Well, I'm not. I mean I am but I'm actually also there."

She punched him in the bicep. "You seem solid enough to me so not a glamour."

"First of all, ow. Second of all it's not an illusion it's not duplication casting. I am genuinely here. But I'm also... there."

"You keep saying there but where is there? Because I tried to go back to the Citadel and there was nothing for the tempad to lock onto. It's just... gone."

"Not quite. Very nearly all of it is gone but there is a... chair."

“A chair.”

“Yes.”

“Is it a comfy chair?”

“Well no, it's not very. I mean it doesn't have any padding or cushions.”

“Is it made of wood?”

“I think it was before but now it's just sort of... metal.”

“Is it gold? Is the chair made out of gold?”

“I wouldn't say made out of exactly more like... gilded.”

“A fucking throne. After all this, after you swearing up and down that you weren't after a throne.”

“The irony is not lost on me.”

#all the headcanons ever #loki #loki season 2 #loki spoilers #sylvie

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ilyasorokinn · 2 years

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gilded , andrei svechnikov

note, here is my contribution to the met gala world. the outfit inspo is from this year's theme (gilded glamour), so that's the year we're using (2022's met gala). here is y/n's outfit and the hair. and here's andrei's (imagine the tie as the same color as the dress). pair, andrei svechnikov x reader summary, andrei goes to his first met gala. warnings, none word count, 1142 words

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With the amount of fake hair in your head, you felt like you were gonna fall over if the wind blew too hard, "If I fall over..."

"I'll catch you." Andrei laughed.

"It's not funny. Do you know how much fake hair is in my head right now?" You told him.

"I'll be right there." He reassured, kissing your hand in fear of messing up the accessories adorning your head.

As you pulled up in front of the Met, your started wringing your hands nervously. Andrei noticed and reached over, putting his hand on top of yours.

"You're gonna do great." He kissed your hand again.

The door opened and Andrei got out first so he could help you out. An assistant who was with Celine, the brand that designed your dress, helped you as you got out of the limo, making sure the dress didn't get caught in anything.

You smiled and waved to the cameras as they snapped at a rapid pace. You slowly made your way up the stairs and into the main eye of all the cameras.

Andrei stood by your side, arm around your waist as he smiled and posed for pictures. This wasn't his first red carpet event, but it was his first Met Gala, and you knew he was secretly freaking out inside.

"You're doing great, just a little bit longer, then we can go." You reassured, running a hand up his back.

He smiled, kissing your head. He made his way up the stairs and stood at the top, waiting for you, out of the camera's way. You posed for a few more pictures, before following Andrei and walking up the stairs.

He helped you up and you were led over to where Emma Chamberlin was stationed. You gasped when you saw her hair, "Look at you."

"Look at you." She gasped.

"Your hair."

"I know. 7 hours."

"I think if I dyed my hair again, it would fall out." She laughed.

"Speaking of hair..."

"Yes."

"How much of it is fake?"

"More than half." You laughed, "No, but really. I was just telling Drei in the car, if I fall over, because it's so heavy, if I fall over, you better catch me."

"Is it really that heavy?"

"It's like having a checked piece of luggage on your head."

"I could never."

"This is definitely the first and last time."

"This isn't your first Met is it?"

"This is my second, and honestly, I feel so out of place." You laughed.

"Oh, me too." She nodded immediately.

"Like, I saw Blake Lively arrive in the hotel and a few minutes before I got here, I heard Kacey Musgraves was here."

"Um, I'm starstruck seeing you here."

"I'm Starstruck standing next to you."

"Oh, stop it." She laughed, "So, tell me, who is this?"

"This is custom Celine. I was looking up pictures on Pinterest, because I'm a Pinterest girly, and I was showing the designer, Francois LeFleur my ideas, but he cut me off very quickly and showed me a few designs he drew when he first heard I was working with them."

"What is this inspired by?"

"Well, I'm getting married this year." You beamed proudly, "So, it was wedding-dress inspired. And I'm a big fan of My Fair Lady, so Francois sort of took that has inspired and ran with it."

"And now, the fiancé is here." You stepped aside so Andrei could stand next to you, "You look quite snazzy."

"Thank you, you look beautiful too." Andrei complimented.

"Thank you. So, tell me a bit more about this outfit."

"This is also custom Celine."

"Ooh, matchy." She joked.

"Yeah, and I didn't want anything too flashy because I'm not the star of the show here and I didn't want to outshine Y/N, so we took inspiration from men in the gilded age."

"Well, you guys look amazing, as always, and I can't wait for the wedding."

"Thank you." You smiled, giving her a quick hug, "I'll definitely find you in there."

"Oh, me too." She nodded, waving as you were led off into the museum. She turned back to the camera and stared, wide-eyed, "I didn't want to outshine her." She fanned herself, "I want that."

"My next guest is taking the acting world by storm as Emelia LaRue in season 2 of Bridgerton, please welcome Y/N Y/L/N." Drew Barrymore announced.

You walked out from behind the stage, waving to the crowd. When you saw Drew, you hugged her, "Oh, it's so nice to finally meet you."

"I know!" You squealed, sitting down in the chair across from you, "I think this is one of the first in-person interviews I've done since before the world crashed."

"Really? Well, I'm honored." You smiled, "This isn't your first in-person fancy event though, is it?"

"No." You shook your head.

"You went to the Met just a few weeks ago."

"Yes."

"And can I just say, you looked amazing?"

"Thank you, thank you." You smiled.

"And I watched the interview you did with Vouge, My Fair Lady?"

"My parents showed it to me at a young age, and since then, Audrey Hepburn has been one of my icons, both in fashion and in acting."

"Love." She nodded.

"So, I just knew I had to pay homage to that somehow."

"You looked absolutely gorgeous."

"Thank you."

"Can I ask about the wedding?"

"Yes." You smiled shyly, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear nervously.

"Do you guys have a date yet?"

"Sometime during hockey off-season."

"Right, hockey." She nodded.

"So, sometime in June or July?"

"And has planning started yet?"

"Honestly, I'm so scrambled with hockey and I have some upcoming projects, so I hired a wedding planner, and honestly, best decision I've ever made."

"And one more quick thing before we go to break, can we talk about hockey?"

"Of course." You nodded.

"Your fiancé, Andrei, his team is currently in the playoffs, right?"

"Yeah, the Canes are in the playoffs. Whoo!" You laughed.

"Go Canes!" Drew cheered.

"And I actually have a gift from the Canes for you."

"For me?" She gasped.

"Yes." You laughed. A backstage runner ran out and handed you the bag with the gift inside. You handed it to her and watched her open it.

She pulled back the tissue paper and passed out on the couch. She pulled the customized Barrymore Canes jersey out of the bag and gaped.

"Look at this."

"Now you can fully support the Canes."

"Thank you for this." She hugged you, "I'll wear this every game." She looked at the red and black jersey in her hands, "I think we need to take a break. I'm not done losing my mind." You laughed.

"All right, when we get back, we have a surprise of our own for Y/N. So, stay tuned."

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enmuslullaby · 1 year

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Grell Sutcliff x GN! Reader

TW: none, just fluff!

The sound of the orchestra blasted in my ears as I stood under the lush arch of crimson tulips and scarlet roses, watching the procession come down the aisle. First came Bard, Finny, Snake, and Ronald, all wearing matching light pink suits with a bit of gold trim. I grinned, waving at them as they proceeded past me to stand at the side, and they gleefully waved back. Right after them was Mey-Rin in her seashell-pink dress, bouncing joyfully down the aisle. She gave me a reassuring grin as she took her place on the left of me. Behind Mey-Rin was Ciel and Lizzie, both in baby-pink outfits. Lizzie cheerfully tossed red carnation petals around her as she walked down, while Ciel carefully held the velvet pillow steady in his arms, careful not to let the pair of gilded rings slide off the pillow to who-knows-where.

And then she entered the room.

With a great air of grace and elegance, Grell Sutcliff made her way down the aisle. At once, my vision narrowed, and I saw her, and only her. Stunning, perfectly curled crimson locks pulled into a high ponytail that cascaded below her shoulders. A cluster of hibiscus and red chrysanthemum flowers was clipped to the side of her head, and from it, a gauzy white lace veil flowed down to the petal-covered carpet like a trail of sparkling fairy dust. She wore a gorgeous layered red lace ballgown that glittered ever so gaily each time she took a step. In her elbow-length silk glove clad fingers, she held a flourishing bouquet consisting of edelweiss, fennel, ferns, red roses, hydrangeas, and honeysuckle. As she proceeded forward down the aisle, the gold chain heart pendant and her gold-set ruby earrings that she wore swayed gently, catching the light and gleaming boldly.

At long last, Grell arrived at the front of the building, unlinking her arm from her escort, Sebastian. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the aforementioned demon butler graciously step aside, the gold buttons on his powder pink suit sparkling slightly. My full attention then turned to the strikingly stunning lady who’d just taken her place beside me. Up close, she looked even more mind-numbingly breathtaking. Her fiery eyeshadow brought out her glowing peridot-green eyes. A pair of gold-framed spectacles sat perched upon the gentle curvature of her nose. She needed no added blush, as the simple prospect of the current proceedings brought a sweet flush of colour to her cheeks.

Grell turned to look at me, long eyelashes fluttering ever so slightly, rosy lips curving into a bright smile. The world melted away, becoming nothing more than a faded blur before her blessed radiance. The way the light bounced off her hair, the gentle glimmer of the rhinestones strewn in the lace of her dress, the dip of the sweetheart neckline to enticingly reveal a sliver of cleavage. Everything about her was just deliciously divine, an enchanting piece of pure heavenly glamour that I could not take my eyes off.

I was snapped out of my trancelike state as Undertaker, clad in a crepe-pink suit, announced it was time for the vows.

I went first. With a smile on my face, I recited, “I, Y/N L/N, will deeply cherish you, my darling Grell Sutcliff, as my wife forevermore. Through trials and tribulation, I promise to always defend our love valiantly, no matter the circumstance. You are my light and my life, the passionate flame to my heart. Till the end of the earth, I hereby vow that our love will remain strong.”

Then, it was her turn. “I, Grell Sutcliff, will deeply cherish you, my dearest Y/N L/N, as my spouse forevermore. Without you, I would still be lost, drowning in my own insecurities and devastatingly deprived of all affection. But with you, I can stand here confidently as a beautiful young woman, and I love you so very much for that. I promise that our love will be everlasting.” She beamed, eyes aglitter.

“The rings, please.” Undertaker requested, and Ciel walked forward, presenting the pair of rings on the velvet pillow. Taking Grell’s hand, I picked up a ring and slid it gently onto her ring finger, the brilliant-cut rubies set in the gold band shining brightly. She then took my hand and did the same, sliding the ring up so it fit snugly on my finger.

“Now, you may k-“ Without letting Undertaker finish his sentence, Grell impatiently leapt forward and passionately connected her lips with mine, and the sweet scent of her perfume clouded my senses. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I dipped her backwards, deepening the kiss. I smiled into the kiss as Grell practically melted into my touch, kissing back fiercely like there was only the two of us in the whole universe. I could hear the whole room burst into applause as I reluctantly pulled away from the kiss, arms still encircling Grell’s waist.

With a hearty laugh, Undertaker grinned. “Well, now, I pronounce you both to be officially married!” I watched as Grell’s face broke out into a massive toothy grin, rays of brilliant sunlight practically radiating off her bright smile. My heart leapt seeing her joyous expression, and I promised to myself that I would protect that smile, no matter the cost.

#grell x reader #grelle sutcliff #grell sutcliff #kuroshitsuji #black butler

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daggersbehindmysmile · 2 years

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Vil Schoenheit going to the Met Gala :

Let's be honest, the Met Gala feels empty without the famous Vil Schoenheit

Attends every. Single. Year.

Starts doing his special skin care routine(special : the skin care routine he only does for this event) three months before and planning the outfit and makeup

Since majority of the celebs going to this event don't follow the theme, this isn't the case with Vil. In fact, its the opposite

Vil follows the theme religiously, even he didn't liked what it was, he is gonna be seen in a Prada outfit that fits Gilded Glamour perfectly, and so would his after party outfit. Rook's advice and opinion is definitely taken

The Vogue team and the public always looks forward to his arrival

Stands there for almost an hour for the photos to be taken. He should be every where

Judges the dresses of every single person that arrives and would make disapproval faces to those whose dresses he didn't liked

Since a lot of fashion designers attend, Vil surely walks out with signed or promised modeling contracts, and you can't convince me out of it

Despite the no photos rule once inside, Vil still make videos to give Rook and Epel updates.

It was going well till he sees Neige

Why is he here????

If Yuu is coming too, Vil will ensure that they look the best out of everyone

If they are his partner, then oh boy, they are done.

#this is so bad I just can't #but still posting it any way #yuu twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland headcannons #disney twisted wonderland #vil schoenheit #vil shoenheit x reader #vil twst #vil x yuu #pomefiore #vil x you #vil x y/n

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lyriumsings · 1 year

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oh damn I was just wondering if I should ask if you took oc questions and I saw a post about you wanting to talk about them. so. this is your sign: free pass tell me whatever you want about whoever you want. I’d like to know stuff about them (please. thank.)

This ask has literally been sitting here for like a year and I can’t stop thinking about my infamous mc so i’m gonna use this as a sort of preview introduction lol so anon if you’re out there im so sorry lmaooo and i absolutely love asks about my brain blorbos or anything really ngl i’ll probably copy and paste all this information to their Official Art ™️

Name: Octavia “Tavvi” Blackwater

Stage name: Tavvi

Pronouns: they/she

Sexuality: Bisexual

Band name: Beneath the Challenger (BTC). Octavia came up with the name and it’s basically a metaphor for them being super depressed lmao. It comes from the Challenger Deep which is the lowest point on earth beneath the Mariana’s trench.

Vocal Insp: donna missal (pinnacle voice bc for them tbh), The pretty reckless, the haunt

Music Insp: The Pretty Reckless, The Haunt, (for all of these bands i have very specific songs that i plug in as BTC’s lyrics lmao i have a playlist for them that i basically hc as their songs), Bad Omens (Just Pretend is SUCH a seven x mc song and i hc it as BTC’s best song), Mothica (VICES tho), and Honey Revenge! Here’s their playlist it grows everyday lmao

Fandom: Aquanauts. I hc that Maya figured out the bands meaning and picked based on that, Octavia genuinely loves it and finds it cute. And somehow the fact that the name makes sense to what the band name is makes them feel very seen and comforted tbh

Ep: Under the Water

Favorite unreleased single: The Slowest Heart (Which i actually took from Gilded Lily bc that song has heavy Octavia x Seven vibes) They have “the slowest heart” tattooed on there left rib age side boob area lol Although I feel like if she wrote it it’d be closer to the sped up version and a bit angrier mixed with hurt but the lyrics are perfect)

Romance: Seven’s ex. Still has his initials and doesn’t bother to cover it. And they are harboring a very blatant crush on Orion that if they’re being honest about started specifically because Orion seems pretty unattainable and they have no actual expectations of that fantasy becoming a reality (at least at first). Some cute stuff about them and seven tho: I hc fans called them Seven8 cuz Octavia means 8 or i guess Setavia works but Seven8 is so cute to me. And that seven had them in his phone as “8” and Octavia had him as “7 Ducky”

Some backstory:

Octavia is biracial her mom is white and her dad is black (specifically has afro indigenous roots but he was a foster kid so very estranged from these cultures) does not have a good relationship with their parents at all. Their parents didn’t really want kids? Sort of had Octavia because that’s what they were “supposed” to do next after getting married. Octavia is very much just an item checked off a list in a lot of ways regarding them. Very much the type of people who probably shouldn’t have had a kid not because they didn’t provide physically but they’re just emotionally nonexistent and incredibly dismissive lol. So yeah, so she had a very lonely childhood.

They did lots of ballet/contemporary dancing and soft ball which she does still actually enjoy as hobbies presently, but for the most part she’s obsessed with music and making music. They have a bat from highschool that they call “Lucky Lucy” where for two separate games in a row she hit nothing but home runs with it. Now, she takes it to every show and makes everybody touch Lucky Lucy before performing.

Octavia is obsessed with old hollywood glamour and old movies/shows from that era— most specifically Audrey Hempburn. They have several references/quotes from her tattooed on them: “never throw out anyone” is a partial quote from “People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed and redeemed; never throw anyone out.” that they have tattooed directly under their S.D. tattoo which is my favorite lol and another is “i was born with an enormous need for affection, and a terrible need to give it.” probably on their opposite forearm from S.D. (There’s more but i gotta map them out.) They can do a transatlantic accent, and did so for many months as a teen to annoy their parents.

Lastly, romantic history: before Seven they had a girlfriend, Maria. Who was pretty much their polar opposite—very straight laced, serious, and structured but also incredibly sweet, polite, absolute wifey material—and honestly while she supported Octavia’s dream on a surface level she thought Octavia needed a more concrete plan for the future. They dated for about half of high school and split amicably when it became clear that Octavia wasn’t going to change/Octavia’s underlying feelings for Seven became a bit too obvious to ignore. They’re still in contact and friendly and Maria is married and has two kids.

Post Seven, Octavia had one serious relationship that was on and off for 8 months about a year after their initial split. It was bad. Incredibly toxic content warning type bad. Dean Clayton was the lead singer of another indie band Violet Vapors and was a general misogynistic piece of shit. It was a they just didn’t see the red flags until they were already in it type situation, bc no one advertises themself as a pos partner obvs. She doesn’t like to talk about it and borderline actively ignores it, but if they ever saw him again they’d probably take their bat to him tbh. Octavia is in a muuuuch better place now (comparatively speaking, which i mean the bar is in hell so do with that what ye will) still does drugs and drinks but it’s not nearly as bad as uhhh this era of their life.

#infamous if #oc: octavia blackwater #ANYWAY YEAH ART COMING SOON HOPEFULLY #god that was a fucking novel #as you can tell they’re on my mind quite a bit #oc info #will probably reblog to my art blog later just so i don’t lose the information #asks #answered #long post #super fucking long post

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embroideryobsession · 1 month

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ELIE SAAB HAUTE COUTURE FALL WINTER 2023 – 2024 PARIS FASHION WEEK

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One major thing SaB ruined about the crows was this:

"She never walked West Stave alone. With the Dregs at her side, she could stroll by the Menagerie without a glance towards the golden bars on the windows. But tonight, her heart was pounding, and she could hear the roar of blood in her ears as the gilded façade came into view.......

Inej glimpsed peacock feathers in the parlour, and her heart stuttered. It was just a bit of decoration, part of a lavish flower arrangement, but the panic inside her didn’t care. It rose up, clutching at her breath.

Inej’s vision blurred. Trapped. Trapped. Trapped again. "

Six of Crows, Chapter 10

INEJ GOT A PANIC ATTACK JUST WALKING PAST THE MENAGERIE!!

The show them completely ignored it, and made her walk into the menagerie and just talk to Tante Heleen like it was nothing. Does her trauma not matter?

Also, by making her not be so affected by Tante, they also ruin one of the major plot points in the ice court heist.

I really don't think they'll be able to make it right in the second season.

I KNOWW!!!! Inej acts pissed off, but not scared. Tante Heleen was so disappointing, she is just some rude woman instead of Inej's personal nemesis. Where is the glamour, the colors, the horrible beauty hiding the monster??? SHE DOESN'T EVEN HAVE A DIAMOND CHOKER PAID FOR IN GIRLS' BLOOD SWEAT AND TEARS

Also, while checking the scene to make sure I make no unfounded allegations, I noticed Tante Heleen says "The slaver sells to the White Rose, but won't to me." Are they implying the White Rose, AKA the brothel owned by Per Haskell, AKA the brothel Inej recommends to Nina, DEALS IN SLAVERY???? WHEN IT IS EXPLICITLY MENTIONED IN THE BOOKS BY INEJ HERSELF THAT IT IS THE SAFEST PLACE FOR NINA?????? WHAT DID THIS SHOW DO TO THE HUMAN TRAFFICKING PLOTLINE

#eernask #eernanon #eernask talk grishaverse #like yes heleen is lying about the dealer's role in trafficking but that doesnt erase the fact that white rose deals #since inej had no issues believing he was the one who did it #sab salt party

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Linda Mujer Ch. 2~...

The day couldn't come soon enough. Though both Robert & Jimmy tried not to show it outwardly, once in their room each scoured their closet for just the right outfit suitable for their debut in her circle. In her club. They managed to secure a table & secret entry to the club by calling ahead. Another facet of their fame or Peter's name they weren't sure. Either way they were grateful.

Soon enough, both Jimmy & Robert found their chosen looks for the day. Jimmy chose a dark velvet suit & silk button up. Robert's suit had shimmery lame accents, his shirt opened for the first few buttons & his trademark love beads & turquoise jewelry as his accessories for the day. Both seemed suitable for such an auspicious evening.

The night of the show, Peter instructed the two on what gifts to pair with both their arrival & their note of introduction. He chose the floral arrangements; roses & carnations & the usual baby's breath. And despite their misgivings, thinking maybe champagne would be a better choice, he paired the flowers with a bottle of sparkling apple cider. An odd pairing. But Peter promised he thought it fitting. He told them that if it worked, they'd likely get the story later.

And so it was that later on, they made an odd pair of sorts - amongst the slightly more conservatively dressed denizens of the club - while bringing along their odd paired flower & drink tribute.

The club had a sort of baroque Spanish Gothic exterior with the interior caught somewhere between an old French club and a Gilded Age haunt. Red and black leather upholstered booths, dark wood tables, chandeliers & antique brass & frosted glass lights & accents. Though small, or rather intimate, there was room for an orchestra pit with an orchestra in white tie & tails. Very classy. Very old world.

Once at the club however, they found they were not the only ones with such tributes in tow. Men both young and old at neighboring tables & booths could be seen passing notes, flowers & gifts in tell-tale little velvet boxes to waiters with conspiratorially whispered words on just who to pass them to. Though it was obvious. All knew. All were politely refused & returned. No matter the size of the box or the brilliance of what glimmered inside. No dice. No sale. No chance.

It was enough to dissuade meeker men.

Not them.

Though unnerved, they trusted Peter. Trusted his choice. And they trusted that they could get in where others could not. It had happened before. So many times before. Perhaps it could again.

The next moment they found themselves distracted. The already dim lights went dimmer still, a spotlight centered on center stage at a large red velvet-draped curtain as the drumroll sounded & the orchestra kicked up. One shapely stockinged leg kicked out of the curtain and a cheer resounded from the audience.

The show was on.

Their gazes and attentions now fully fixed on the stage ahead.

That same stockinged leg had the spotlight travel up from toe to hip before it disappeared back behind the curtain. The curtain then parted to reveal a young lady with a mass of raven curls piled atop her head & pinned with crystal clips. Red lacquered lips, cat-eyed liner, softly blushed cheeks. It was her. The girl from the articles they'd seen before. The glamour girl herself. It was Merce.

She had a matching crystal accent on her black silk choker & at the center of the sweetheart neckline of her off-the-shoulder gown. A glittering dark black cinch-waisted full-skirted gown with ruffled puff sleeves and matching black silk opera-length gloves. Those gloved hands reached down and delicately peeled back her skirts as she danced about, to the cheers of the crowd.

She reached out & took the hand of a patron as she sang in smooth if softly accented English, curtsying to his wife & handing her a rose. Deferential. Smoothing things over before anyone could get too riled up.

Her whole routine was very much colored in Mexican culture. She held the petals of her dress aloft swishing it as she sang in Spanish now. The orchestra took place of a Mariachi, both its members along with a large portion of the audience joined her in song.

Both Robert & Jimmy enjoyed this bit of song and dance. Neither of course minded the peekaboo view of mile-long legs beneath her skirt as she danced. It had a sort of music hall homey sweetness. Very comforting. Familiar yet foreign all at once.

They minded even less what came next.

She went along & slowly peeled off her gloves one by one, flinging them into the audience. Jimmy ended up catching one. Robert arced his body & nearly dove to catch the other. The two of them grinned triumphantly at each other as other patrons grumbled.

Merce for her part curtsied in their direction before continuing with her routine. She removed the top layer of her skirt, revealing the shimmery petticoats underneath. Whirling the skirt around she then shielded herself from view, holding it just under her eyes at first & then inching it down, draping it around her curves. Soon that too was discarded into a small silken heap on the stage. As was each layer of her petticoat one by one after they were used in a sort of dance of the seven veils.

Whistles abounded as she undulated her way out of the wasp-waisted bodice of her gown, leaving her in the sweetheart off-the-shoulder bra top & matching bottoms along with her stockings, heels & choker. Another dance of the seven veils with her skirts followed as she inched her way out of more of her costume. Each swish of her skirt over her body brought a new revelation. A bared shoulder. Another clip of her top undone. At the end of the dance, the final result was half-revealed half-hinted at;

Merce then lifted & held the shimmery petticoat layer up, draping it across her body as she held her top aloft to her side between her manicured fingers. The swells of her breasts were just visible behind the fabric, nipples hid by her arm. She dropped her top suddenly before turning to kick up her heel at the last beats of the song, revealing a hint of shapely & similarly shimmery fabric draped rear before the curtain dropped & the show was over. Cheers abounded. Whistles. Calls for an encore. But it was all for naught. Her routine was over & the band kicked up signalling it was time to reset for the next act.

At that moment a member of the staff came to retrieve the tossed gloves. The moment had arrived. He was very apologetic for the trouble, offering a round of free drinks to the lads in return for the gloves.

"There's no need for that..." Jimmy started only to be cut off by his blonde compatriot.

"I'll have a cider, mate!"

Jimmy cut Robert a look to which the blonde responded.

"What? Why not? Might as well! As long as we're here! I mean they're offering!"

Jimmy swallowed his ire as best as he could before nodding & placing his order. "Jack & coke please."

Robert then followed up by passing the note to the gent. "And if you could, please give this to Miss Quintero?"

"Oh, I'm so sorry, sir. Miss Quintero doesn't accept gifts or notes from people she doesn't know." The man replied nervously.

"But I see gentlemen leaving for the stage door now?" Robert motioned to the gents leaving their tables to head to a stageside corridor then.

"They often try, sir. But she asks us to dissuade them. Though they still try. She doesn't accept gifts or money or anything. I'm sorry, sir."

"No need to be sorry, my good man." Jimmy smiled. "But I assure you this is different. If you can just take this note & tell her Peter Grant sends his regards. If she still refuses, just bring it back to us & after our drinks we'll be on our way."

"Peter Grant?" The man queried, looking to Robert & Jimmy as they nodded. "Alright. I guess it's worth a try. Please forgive me if it doesn't work & she still doesn't take it."

"No problem mate." Robert patted him on the back. "No harm done either way."

"No harm in trying, right?" Jimmy asked as he lit up.

The man nodded with a soft, "Excuse me..." and disappeared with the gloves & the note away down the corridor.

Robert & Jimmy received their drinks shortly after. They sipped & waited. By the third sip, however, the man was back. He looked incredulous. Stunned really. He spoke in an awed hush, clearly not believing the words he himself was about to say. "Please come with me, sirs. She'll see you shortly."

And with the roses & sparkling cider in tow they were on their way.

Down the corridor, they saw security doing away with a group of would-be suitors. Roses & jewels & stuffed animals were all being refused sight unseen. Some suitors tried greasing palms to no avail. No amount of money would help them gain an audience. Those same suitors grumbled & quite visibly & loudly griped at Robert & Jimmy being guided down yet another corridor that lead to her dressing room.

Once there, the man knocked on her door.

"Bueno?" A soft voice called out in Spanish.

"Señorita Rojas, it's me Felipe. I have your guests here."

"Gracias, Felipe. Un momento."

Felipe then turned & bowed to the two Englishmen. He then advised them, "Call me if you need anything", before disappearing.

Moments later, the door opened, Merce smiling a bright, eager smile as she fastened her dressing gown around her.

But that smile soon fell.

Merce replacing it with a quizzical look.

"There must be some kind of mistake." She pouted. "Can I help you two?"

"Miss Rojas?" Jimmy asked as Robert stayed in awed silence.

"Yes? Who's asking?" She asked, standing close to the door lest she needed to close it at a moment's notice.

"I'm so sorry. How rude of me. My name's Jimmy Page. This is my friend Robert."

"Plant..." Robert added, still a bit agog.

"I thought you two looked familiar." Merce nodded, only just then taking her hand off the door handle yet still remaining close by. "What can I do for you gentlemen? What brings you here?"

"You of course." Jimmy smiled. "That was a phenomenal performance. Stunning really. It was a delightful & dearly appreciated treat to be able to watch. Thank you."

"Thank you so much. I do my best to put on a good show. I'm glad to know it's appreciated." A small smile curved at her lips, yet full entrance to her inner sanctum was not yet allowed. "I must say, though this is quite a pleasant surprise to see the two of you here, I was expecting to see someone else with you. Hoping... I mean with the note and all..."

"You mean Peter?" Robert asked, suddenly snapping to.

"Ah, yes." She nodded. "He's not with you is he?"

"No, unfortunately." Jimmy cut back in. "We're close friends & business associates of Mr. Grant. Robert & I have known him for years."

"He manages us." Robert explained rather succinctly as always.

"I see..." Merce nodded, clearly still waiting for another shoe to drop.

"He sends his regards." Robert added, hoping to help smooth things over.

"He also sent us to invite you to join us at a party. He'll be there & I know he'd love to see you. Just as much as you'd love to see him I'm sure." Jimmy added with a grin.

Merce paused for a moment, considering their words & offer. "Perhaps... Give me a moment..."

And then at last.

"Please come in..."

Robert & Jimmy stepped in, seating themselves on a chaise in her roomy dressing room suite. Merce quickly dialed a number on the house phone, waiting until the other side picked up. "Hello, mami? Mami, I know you're expecting me at home but I was invited to a party. Would you mind if I go?"

Though they tried not to listen in, they could still hear Gloria gasp in surprise before enthusing. "Go! Go! Go, mija! Go! Go and have fun! Have fun! Have an adventure! You deserve it, my love! You work so hard!"

"Okay, mami. Thank you. Don't wait up. I'll see you in the morning. Love you." She & Gloria exchanged kisses before she hung up & then turned to regard Jimmy & Robert anew.

"Are those for me?"

At last Jimmy & Robert took the chance they were allowed to offer Merce the flowers & cider respectively. As they did so, Merce's smile widened. Brightened. Her eyes glittered as she inhaled the aroma of the bouquet. "Mmmm... He remembered..."

When she took the bottle, Robert explained. "I would think champagne would be better but he insisted on this instead."

"No, no, no..." Merce shook her head, looking over the bottle with a smile. "This is perfect. I love it. Thank you. Both of you. I don't usually accept visitors or gifts as I'm sure Felipe has explained to you. But this... This is different. Another thing entirely. Thank you so much."

Were those tears edging her eyes as she beamed at them?

They didn't have much time to consider as she turned on the small radio near on her dressing table, playing some Mexican boleros as she headed to the second room in her little dressing room suite. "Excuse me, won't you? I'll be a minute. Just let me pick a dress."

There was a dressing screen in the corner of the room, yet Merce dressed in the other room. The lads heard her call amidst a rustle of fabric & clicking hangers. "I don't suppose it's a black tie affair?"

"Ah, no. Decidedly more casual than that I'm afraid." Robert laughed.

"I figured. Something told me as much. Can't imagine what it was though. Something barechested perhaps?" She replied with a laugh.

Robert & Jimmy laughed.

"Smart girl." Jimmy grinned.

"I do try..." Merce countered as more rustling & the sound of a zipper rang out.

They heard her hum along to the music along with more rustling, the zipper inching up & light clinking at the end. Jewelry.

Within moments she reappeared back into the room.

And she was A SIGHT!

As was her chosen dress!

A dark black sequined full-skirted dress with layered puff sleeves and a nipped waist. She accessorized it with a shimmery star-studded shroud of a veil along with matching star jewelry including her crystal hairclips. She looked stunning. Yet, she still saw fit to ask as she checked herself in the mirror.

"How do I look? I hope I look alright. Do you suppose this will do for the party?"

"Phwoar..." Robert hushed.

"Is that good?" Merce asked. "By the way, would one of you mind helping me with the clasp in the back? I can't quite reach."

Instantly, Robert & Jimmy leapt to their feet.

Robert however was the victor this time as he reached her first & was the one to carefully secure the clasp to her gown together.

"You look lovely, my dear." Jimmy smiled, taking the opportunity to bring her delicate, manicured hand up to place a kiss to the back. "A true vision..."

Robert made a face at Jimmy over her shoulder to which he grinned. The grin widening as he saw Merce blush despite herself.

"Quite a gentleman aren't you?" She asked with a soft tilt of her head.

Robert snorted, leading Merce to glance at him over her shoulder quizzically before Jimmy's clasping both hands around hers brought her attention back to him.

"I do try..." He teased.

They shared a giggle before Robert came around plucking up her gifts with his left arm, offering his other arm to her. "Shall we go, luv?"

One hand caught in Jimmy's grasp, Merce nodded & linked her other arm through the one Robert offered. "Yes, let's."

Jimmy patted her hand & gave it a small squeeze. "We're off then..."

As they disappeared out of her dressing room, down the corridor & into the night...

Hope you all enjoy~!

As ever this is forever under construction~!...

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