#found a lot of clothes for edward when i was searching

[queenshelby]

Forbidden Desire (Part 20)

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Reader (Female/Incestuous)

Warnings: Incest, Smut

Please comment and engage xx 😘

A few hours later, when most of the guests had left and Edward had fallen asleep, you took the time to have a conversation with Robert who appeared rather anxious about recent developments.

Sitting beside you on the chaise longue inside one of the guestrooms, he expressed his concern regarding your involvement in this dangerous lifestyle shared by your family. According to him, there were mentions of drug trafficking and killings amongst some of the men and this worried him greatly.

"You knew about all this, didn't you?" Robert probed gently, searching your eyes for answers. You hesitated briefly, weighing whether to divulge your knowledge or maintain the facade. Ultimately, honesty won out, driven by a genuine sense of trust that developed between you two. Nodding solemnly, you confirmed his suspicion.

"Yes," you paused momentarily, pondering the best approach to discuss this sensitive topic. "I know that my family is involved in illegal activities, and I also know how dangerous these activities can be. This is why I did not want you to come here with me. This place is nothing but trouble." You confessed to Robert honestly, shaking your head slightly.

"So the fire at the hotel wasn't an accident then?" Robert asked curiously, recalling how much danger it put you in.

"No, it wasn't an accident. The fire was targeted at us. Shelby Company Limited owns the hotel and I...," you began to say without completing your sentence. "You know, don't worry about it. We are safe here with my uncle," you tried reassuring Robert, though deep down you weren't completely convinced either. You knew that Tommy would do anything to keep you safe but he cared much less for Robert's wellbeing.

"I do not like it here Y/N. Your uncle appears to be a dangerous man and whilst your father seems to have found God, I feel as though his past is rather dark as well. There are men with outside, with guns. There are at least ten of them and your uncle has been carrying a loaded weapon for the entirety of the evening. When he returned with you from the fire, his clothes were stained with blood. It worries me greatly, my dear," Robert continued expressing his concerns with a heavy heart.

Your expression fell, sensing the weight of his words, yet understanding where he was coming from. 

"I know Robert, but we will go back to Boston soon and all will be fine, yes? In Boston, we will be safe and far away from my family", you promised, attempting to alleviate his apprehension.

"Yes my love, but you need to promise me that you aren't involved in anything dangerous, alright?" Robert insisted, placing a gentle palm on your shoulder, seeking reassurance. Feeling both guilty and relieved that he believed in you, you nodded your head firmly.

"Alright! Now get some sleep while I tend to the little hungry monster," you then said as you heard Edward screaming from the nursery next door. With a soft smile on your face, you glanced at Robert who nodded understandingly.

Standing up, you walked toward the doorway leading to the nursery, calling out softly, trying to coax the baby to silence before disappearing into the next room to pick up your son.

Gently rocking him against your bosom, your heart ached thinking about the uncertain future ahead for your tiny boy and, just as you looked for somewhere to sit down, Tommy's maid Frances entered the room.

"He looks a lot like his father, doesn't he?" Frances observed. She too heard the cries and offered to take you the reading room for sake of peace and quiet, allowing you to breastfeed your son comfortably. 

"I suppose he does Frances," you responded absentmindedly, as you thought about your situation while following Frances down the stairs and into the dimly lit library. 

"Would you like some help?" she offered kindly, recognising the strain on your face. "It must be hard having a young child in your care alone," she observed as you struggled with your dress. 

Feeling grateful for her support, you smiled warmly and accepted her offer, but just as Frances was about to take Edward so that you could get comfortable on the sofa to feed him, Tommy came walking into the darkened  room. 

"I've got him. Thank you, Frances," Tommy spoke before gently taking his son from your hands. 

"You may leave," he then told his maid while looking down at Edward affectionately and, immediately, his demeanor changed drastically upon seeing him as his heart filled with pride and possessiveness. 

"Yes sir," Frances nodded respectfully, exiting quietly leaving only the three of you in the darkness of the library. As she closed the door behind her, the moonlight filtered through the windows casting eerie patterns across the walls and floor.

You sat down silently watching as Tommy cradled Edward close to his chest. By this point, he had stopped crying now, despite being hungry, which surprised you considering how demanding he often was.

The tender way Tommy held him seemed almost instinctual, hinting at what might lie beneath his harsh exterior as, now, there were moments when he showed compassion and vulnerability - qualities usually hidden underneath layers of bravado and brutality. 

"He is quite similar to you in many ways, isn't he?" you commented, feeling an odd mixture of admiration and trepidation as you looked at Edward, your son, nestled snugly in Tommy's strong arms.

Without speaking, Tommy acknowledged your observation with a simple nod, studying the features of his son intently. His eyes traced every curve of the baby's round cheeks, captivated by the resemblance.

Edward had Tommy's blue eyes and full lips. His skin was covered in tiny little freckles that dotted his nose and forehead and you knew that these same freckles would eventually grow more prominent as he aged, becoming part of his distinctive charm. 

As you watched Tommy hold his son, you felt a sudden surge of emotion flooding your heart, making it race. Despite the circumstances surrounding the conception of Edward and your complex familial connections, witnessing Tommy's paternal side made you realize again that even he possessed humanity.

Although deeply rooted in crime and violence, the bond between him and his son revealed something else entirely – something fragile, unspoken, and profoundly personal. 

"I do have to feed him soon Tom," you remarked after observing the silent exchange between father and son for several minutes. 

"Yes, of course," Tommy nodded graciously, handing the squirming infant back to you, his touch lingering around Edward ever so slightly longer than necessary while you lowered the top of your dress.

"I should give you some privacy," Tommy murmured, stepping away from you slowly, but you shook your head and smiled.

"You can stay if you like. It's not that you haven't seen my breasts before," you joked lightheartedly, trying to break the growing tension between you and Tommy. But instead of replying to your remark, Tommy remained silent and still, his gaze fixating solely on you and his son. 

He looked at you in awe and disbelief, marveling over the fact that you gave birth to his son. The revelation struck him harder than he expected it to. For once, he couldn’t find any words to speak, lost amidst the whirlwind of thoughts swirling in his brain.

Uncomfortable with the intense silence hanging in the air, you took the initiative to diffuse the awkwardness. 

"I miss the days where we were close, Tommy," you whispered gratefully as you started to undo two more buttons of your dress.

Bending forward to make access easier for your son, you glanced upwards to see Tommy watching your movements, a mix of emotions flashing across his face. Unsettled by his piercing gaze, you cleared your throat nervously and continued, focusing on your task.

"I miss these days too, Love," he replied somberly, his voice hoarse with emotion. He shifted uneasily in his seat, unable to meet your eye directly.

Silence enveloped the small space once more, thickening with the tension radiating off both of you. Sensing the moment growing increasingly fraught, you broke the tension with another comment.

"If you missed the time we spent with each other, then why did you never write to me?” you ventured, hoping to gain insight into his changing behavior.

However, your question hung heavily in the air, stirring up waves of guilt, confusion, and regret within Tommy. Unable to face the truth himself, he chose evasion instead.

"Things changed. I knew we couldn't be together, so I needed to distance myself from you," he muttered dismissively, his eyes finally finding yours, conveying sadness and loss. 

"Do you love Lizzie?" you asked suddenly, wondering whether Tommy was merely settling because of the expectations placed upon him due to his position. 

His brow furrowed as you posed such a direct question. Taking a deep breath, he let forth a heavy sigh, choosing his words carefully.

"Love takes time," he began cautiously, "I love our daughter, Ruby and, maybe one day, I can love her mother too," he explained, causing you to chuckle, which was a gesture he willfully ignored.

"Do you love Robert?" Tommy suddenly countered, his tone turning confrontational.

"Well, no...it's complicated," you answered hesitantly, struggling to articulate your own feelings for your lover. "We met during difficult times, and I found solace in someone I didn't think I would ever meet," you explained reluctantly and with a shaky voice.

"Alright, then tell me Love, do you still love me?" Tommy probed further, his curiosity piqued as much as his jealousy. He leaned closer, searching for signs of weakness in your eyes.

Your heart raced as your pulse quickened. Swallowing hard, you tried to hide your emotional turmoil behind a facade of indifference. However, Tommy noticed your struggle instantly.

"It doesn't matter because, whether I love you or not, won't make a difference at all," you confessed candidly, your voice breaking as you uttered those painful words. The weight of them settled between you, causing your hearts to skip a beat simultaneously.

"What happened to us Tommy? Why am I sitting here, holding your son, yet I am so far apart from you?" you lamented sorrowfully, tears beginning to pool in your eyes. This confession hurt both of you deeply, reminding you of a connection that was irreversibly severed and, just as Tommy was about to respond to your statement, his fiancée Lizzie barged in. 

"Come to bed, Thomas!" she exclaimed impatiently, oblivious to the delicate balance of raw emotions simmering in the room. Her presence brought relief to Tommy, offering a welcome distraction from his tumultuous inner battle. 

Avoiding any mention of your conversation, Tommy calmly rose from his chair and bid goodnight, kissing Lizzie softly on the cheek.

Then, without giving you a chance to respond, he exited the room swiftly, eager to escape the palpable tension. 

Watching him go, you bit your lip anxiously, struggling to comprehend the multitude of emotions coursing through your veins. You turned toward Lizzie, trying to gauge her reaction to your encounter with Tommy. Surprised by your display of familiarity, she raised an eyebrow curiously, seemingly confused by your interaction. However, deciding against prying further, she dismissed the situation altogether.

Closing the door gently behind her, Lizzie left you alone with your thoughts and emotions. With a sense of desolation, you gathered yourself and proceeded to prepare Edward for sleep. Nursing him until he fell asleep, rocking him gently in your arms as you hummed a melody passed down generations in your family. The comforting rhythm of the song calming not only Edward but also serving as balm to your wounded soul.

Meanwhile, outside the nursery, Tommy stood motionlessly, the events transpiring inside having left him reeling.

Tags:

@sunbeamseas @saint-ackerman @oatmealisweird @naxxsstuff @amanda08319 @r-m-cidnah @elysiannook @cillshot @infireddabdab @tastycakee @harrysbestiee @lilybabe22 @adalynlowell @henrywintersdearestgirl @ietss @thatgirlthatreadswattpad @ryiamarie @axionn

@heidimoreton @nela-cutie @futurecorps3 @delishen @nosebleeds-247 @thirteenis-myluckynumber @gills-lounge @hjmalmed @lost-fantasy @tiredkitten @sidechrisporn @smallsoulunknown @charqing-qing @hopefulinlove @aporiasposts @shycrybaby @me-and-your-husband @hjmalmed @lacontroller1991 @galxydefender @aporiasposts

@galxydefender @hunnibearrr @saint-ackerman @lunyyx @gentlemonsterjennie1 @ihavealotoffandomssorry @nadloves @lost-fantasy @nolucesn@mcavoy-girl @hjmalmed @bloodybagels @obeyme4life @richiesgroupie @blushykiss @tatumrileyslover @teawithsatanx @orijanko @rhaenyra4ever @xcinnamonmalfoyx @budugu @nadloves @kmc1989 @bloodybagels @obeyme4life @richiesgroupie @forgottenpeakywriter

#cillian murphy smut #cillian murphy #cillian murphy x reader #cillian murphy imagine #cillian murphy x y/n #tommy shelby smut #peaky blinders #cillian murphy x you #tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby #thomas shelby x reader #thomas shelby fanfic #thomas shelby #thomas shelby imagine #tommy shelby imagine #tommy shelby fanfiction #peaky blinders fanfic #peaky blinders fanfiction

[detachedminxsfics]

Memories

Masterlist

Characters: Comedian (Edward Blake) x Ex Vigilante F!Reader

Summary: After retiring from being a vigilante in '77 you lost touch with most of your old teammates, until you happen to bump into one of them eight years later, the Comedian.

Word count: 3.9K

Warnings: NSFW - Age gap (reader in their early 30s, eddie mid 60s), period-typical sexism, brief dry humping, vaginal sex, praise, eddie's filthy mouth

A/N: I never write any sort of 'soft' version of the Comedian as it's out of character, but for old Eddie specifically he got a lot more lonely and regretful as he aged, which we saw especially in scenes like his talk with Moloch. So this is some sweet smut with some angst & fluff at the end.

It was pouring with rain, the streets of Manhattan slick and reflecting the light from the street lights that lined the sidewalk, the puddles that occasionally littered the ground rippling with every drop of rain that crashed against its surface. You crossed your arms over your chest in an attempt to warm yourself up, your clothes damp and clinging to your skin besides the leather trenchcoat you'd thrown on in a hurry, and stepped out from the momentary shelter you'd found from the rain in the form of a small ledge overhanging above the entrance to a store. You looked down the busy road hoping to wave down a cab when you caught sight of a man holding an umbrella heading down the sidewalk towards you, not quite registering him at first until you saw the scar extending from his brow to the side of his mouth.

"Eddie?" You called out with uncertainty.

His head lifted, his eyes searching for the source of the sound until he locked eyes with you, picking up the pace in his steps until he reached you.

"Doll?" He responded with a smile, looking you over as though he equally couldn't quite believe it was really you after all this time.

Eddie noticed the way the rain was pouring on your already drenched hair and coat and chuckled, stepping closer to you so that he could hold the umbrella to cover both of your heads.

"God, it has to have been at least-"

"8 years." Eddie interjected when you seemed to be doing the mental math of how long it had been since you last saw him, a melancholy tone to his voice with the way he was able to recall it so perfectly.

You nodded and let out a sigh that turned into a small, misty cloud in the cool air.

"Well, I was just on my way home. You could come back with me and I can get you some coffee, maybe even get you dried up while we wait for the rain to stop?" He suggested, though there was a light in his eyes as he said it like he'd be disappointed if you didn't.

"Sure, I'd love to catch up, and I never say no to coffee." You smiled, to which he held out his arm for you to take and you linked your arm with his.

The walk to Eddie's high-rise apartment building, the Promethea Building according to the signage at the entrance, was short but sweet, and he was leading you through the lobby and into the elevator before you knew it. When you got to the floor of his apartment he stepped out prompting you to follow him, the folded umbrella clutched in his hand dripping and leaving wet splotches on the floor on the way to his door. He retrieved his key from his pocket and unlocked it, pushing it open and allowing you to follow him in as he stepped inside, then closed the door behind you as you quietly observed the inside of his apartment. It was very spacious and probably cost a fortune, but you weren't surprised that Eddie could afford such a thing after doing vigilante work for over 40 years now. Although you couldn't say the same for you and any of the other crime fighters of your generation whose careers were cut so short. You were torn from your train of thought when you felt Eddie reach around from behind you to undo the belt at the waist of your leather coat, his breath fanning against the side of your face as he leaned over your shoulder to be able to see what he was doing, seemingly lingering there a little too long. He slid it down your arms once the material came apart which bunched at your wrists, and you helped him get it off from there.

"Thanks." You muttered as he took your coat and hung it up before he moved to the kitchen to put the kettle on.

"I'm gonna go change." Eddie mumbled as he turned to go down the hall, presumably towards his bedroom.

You took the time alone to begin wandering around the apartment, the view from the large glass wall overlooking the city being the first thing to catch your eye. There was a usual smog covering the dark, cloudy sky, the rain still pouring and spilling over the window whilst the streets below were somewhat busy with the occasional passerby and the many cars on the road. When you turned you were surprised to find a framed photo of you that you'd done for a magazine cover towards the start of your crime-fighting career hung on the wall. It generated just the right amount of publicity to put you on the map for good and got the papers to take an interest in reporting the criminals you'd turn in, not that any of your male counterparts had to do that, they were front page no matter what. The whistle of the kettle got louder and louder whilst you stared at the picture, a small smile on your face as you reminisced. You were part of the second generation of costumed vigilantism after those such as the Comedian and his time, the time when being a masked freak was actually a good thing. That admiration became tarnished when public outrage started to grow towards those sworn to protect them and people took to the streets in the form of riots, but you could hardly dispute the sentiment when there were those such as Eddie at the helm, the poster boy for egotistical displays of power and anarchy. You met Eddie at a meeting to join a new crime-fighting team proposed by Ozymandias, in which he not so gracefully crapped over the idea of the whole thing before taking his leave, leaving the plans that had been drawn up in flames. That should've been the first sign of trouble, but you naively followed him out and did some work as a duo afterwards, sometimes a trio with Nite Owl when he had enough patience to deal with Eddie's antics; you liked to think you balanced the whole thing out to make it tolerable enough for Daniel.

"Ya like starting at yourself, huh?" Eddie commented once the screeching of the kettle simmered down, and you turned to find him pouring the boiling water into two coffee mugs.

"Or you like staring at me." You retorted with raised brows which made him chuckle a little.

"It's a nice picture, you look good." He responded simply as he set the kettle down and picked up a small spoon to stir the coffee.

"About as nice as that hustler magazine on your coffee table, right?" You gestured to it with a tilt of your head and crossed your arms over your chest playfully.

He only let out a small laugh in the form of a snort and searched the pockets of the robe he was now wearing, a lighter and a cigar in his hand once he removed it. He propped the cigar between his lips and brought the lighter to it, igniting the end before flipping it shut and placing it back into his pocket.

"I'm an old man now, sweetheart. I can eyeball as many hustler magazines as I damn well please." He spoke around the cigar, balancing it in his mouth as he did.

Eddie picked up the coffee mugs and started bringing them towards the couch making you round the glass table to settle down on it. He placed the mugs down on the table and closed his fingers around the cigar as he lowered himself down onto the couch, blowing a stream of smoke from his lips as he did. He then reached up to grab the t-shirt he'd slung over his shoulder and held it out for you to take.

"Here, bathroom's down the hall." He muttered.

You quickly made your way to the bathroom and removed your soaked sweater, your body already much warmer when you removed it and threw on Eddie's t-shirt. He was twice your size and built like a linebacker meaning it was more of an oversized dress than a top, but you used that to your advantage and removed your now drenched pants too. When you returned he briefly dragged his eyes over your bare legs, whilst you couldn't help but notice the small smiley face pin badge he was still sporting after all these years as you sat back down beside him.

"Still wearing this, huh?" You reached out to run your thumb over the badge clipped to his robe. "Did you give it up?"

He thought for a moment before shaking his head, watching as your thumb ran over the badge before looking back into your eyes.

"I registered, I do work for 'em here and there. You?"

You lowered your hand and sighed.

"Not since '77."

In 1977 Congress passed the Keene Act outlawing vigilantism and requiring you to register with the government if you wanted to continue, but you felt as though that regulation came at a price as did many others, so you retired.

"Do you miss it?" Eddie asked as he removed the cigar from his mouth to take a sip of his coffee before setting the mug down again.

You mirrored him and reached to take a sip from your own coffee as you thought about your answer. It was a loaded question, but you ultimately settled for the latter.

"Yeah, I think so. But I'm guessing you don't get to patrol the streets anymore and screw around like we used to." You pointed out, earning a smile from him in response.

"Yeah, not so much of that anymore."

Reflecting on it had a wistful glint fill his eyes for a fleeting moment, but he moved on with the hopes of not getting too wrapped up in the nostalgia of the past.

"So, you married? Kids?" He asked as he blew another cloud of smoke which slowly started to dissipate.

Your brows bounced up and you let out a small laugh of disbelief. That kind of question seemed so out of place directed towards you of all people.

"Married? God no. That was out of the question the moment they clamped down on crime fighting. You think most men are thrilled at the idea of marrying a woman who could toss him over her shoulder like it was nothing?"

"Well, you'd have a hard time doing that to me." Eddie remarked.

"My point exactly." You retorted.

"Touché." He added with a smile.

He pushed the cigar back between his lips and casually rested his large hand just above your knee. His hand felt nice and warm on your cold skin, so you were hardly opposed to the touch.

"You still living at your old place?" Eddie continued, blowing smoke with each word.

"Yeah, never moved. Too many memories." You admitted with a small shrug having always been quite the sentimentalist.

Eddie nodded in understanding and then started to chuckle, shaking his head as your words sparked some long forgone memory in his mind.

"What?" You pried playfully, curious as to what you'd reminded him of.

"Ya remember when Dan got injured? Me and you had to haul his ass back to your apartment since your place was closest, that night was a mess." He recalled with a grin, subconsciously caressing your thigh with his rough, calloused palm as he spoke.

You laughed as it flooded back to you. The three of you had decided to traipse around the city on foot that night rather than taking the Owlship, much to Daniel's dismay. Unsurprisingly, things took a turn when the three of you came face to face with a small horde of rioters. You were able to disband them with minimal civilian harm no thanks to Eddie but not before Daniel got swarmed by a cluster of them, and you had been too busy making sure Eddie wasn't manhandling or brutalising anybody to notice.

"Yeah, I patched him up and then sent you two idiots on your way." You reminisced with an eye roll.

He didn't know it, but you hadn't wanted Eddie to leave that night.

There was some shared laughter and then a comfortable silence once it died down, the two of you just enjoying one another's company until Eddie set his cigar down in the ashtray resting on top of the magazine. He raised his hand to hold one side of your face, his thumb stroking over your cheek.

"Me and you really did have some fun, didn't we?"

You let a warm smile take over your lips and placed your hand over the back of his.

"We sure did, Eddie."

He was so much closer to you now, and you could've sworn his gaze briefly settled on your lips before looking back into your eyes, and then he leaned forward. Eddie's lips pressed against yours, his hand still caressing the side of your face and using it to deepen the kiss. Then he slipped his tongue into your mouth, the taste of cigars and the aroma of him permeating your senses, including any urge to not go against your better judgment. You wasted no time sliding onto his lap, a grunt escaping his lips as you settled down on his groin and let your hands get lost in the thick grey strands at the sides of his hair. He let go of your cheek to stroke his hands over your thighs and beneath the hem of your t-shirt, his rough fingertips brushing over your hips and moving down to cup your ass, the force in his grip earning a low moan from you. Rolling your hips slightly had his fingers dig into your skin, the groan that rumbled from his throat getting lost in the kiss and the friction you were creating only making the bulge forming beneath his robe grow that much harder. Eddie stood from the couch taking you with him, his hands still gripping your ass firmly to support you prompting you to wrap your legs around his waist, your arms wrapped around his neck and your hands running through his hair as he makes his way to the bedroom. You unwrap your legs from him when he leans down to set you on the bed, straightening his back to start undoing his robe whilst you sit up to cross your arms and gather the material at the hem of the top he had given you, pulling it over your head and tossing it on the floor by the bed. When his robe came apart you were quick to lean up on your knees and press your lips against his lower abdomen, peppering kisses all the way from his stomach to his chest. Eddie let out a pleased sound and tangled his fingers in your hair, letting you admire his body some more before taking hold of your chin and tilting you to look up at him.

"I missed you, doll." He rasped, moving his thumb up to sweep over your bottom lip.

You smiled up at him and ran your hand down his chest, enjoying the way the hair on his chest felt beneath your palm.

"I missed you too."

He urged you to lay back down and climbed on top of you, his hands moving down to grasp your thighs and spread them apart, settling into the space he made between your legs and smashing his lips against yours. Lining up with your entrance he pushed himself inside you, the short gasp you let out as you stretched around him muffled against his lips as he gave you a moment to adjust to the feel of him before he started moving. He broke the kiss to bury his head in the crook of your neck and litter kisses there, slightly sucking and teasing the skin between his teeth in a way that was guaranteed to leave you with marks, the thick scruff of the moustache on his upper lip scratching along your neck all the while. Shamelessly you let one of your hands get lost in his hair again, combing your fingers through it and gathering a fistful of it to gently tug once you got to the back, your other hand sliding down his back allowing you to enjoy the way the muscles in his back flexed against your palm. He stopped his affections on your neck to turn his attention to your ear, whispering into it.

"You don't know how long I've wondered what this pussy would feel like." Eddie drawled, emphasising his words with a particularly deep thrust.

For a moment he slowed his movements only to lean back and take hold of your leg, propping it on his broad shoulder before sinking back into you and filling you to the hilt all over again.

"Oh fuck, Eddie." You whined.

He chuckled, eyes half-lidded with lust and turned to place a tender kiss on the side of your knee while his hand grasped the top of your thigh. Then he started moving his hips again, long, excruciatingly hard thrusts that were only heightened by the angle he'd positioned you in. Eddie was taking his time with you. Savouring you and the way you felt, the way you sounded, the way your mouth fell open and your eyes screwed shut when he hit a particular spot. The rain was still pouring over Eddie's bedroom window, the soft thuds and pitter-patter against the glass the only noise in the room besides your needy cries and the occasional creak of the bed. He planted a few kisses along your neck again, dragging his mouth up and across your jaw until he reached your lips, and then claimed your lips with his.

"Feels so fuckin' good, babydoll." He cooed between kisses, the praise going straight to your cunt.

This was probably the first time in Eddie's whole life that he felt as though he was making love to a woman and not just fucking someone to get himself off. To him, you had never been just a pretty face or a rookie vigilante for him to mess with because he cared about you, and that was saying a lot considering Eddie didn't much care for anything, especially these days. You were the only person who had ever been able to look past his sadistic and amoral front, even when he never gave you a glimpse at the tormented man underneath. There was no doubt that the Comedian was one sick sonofabitch, a cold, heartless bastard as many would say, but he loved you for whatever that was worth.

He started bucking his hips into you rougher, faster, the sound of skin slapping against skin mixing with your moans and the way he was buried so deep inside you making you dig your nails into his skin with the hand you'd placed on his back, the other still in his hair. He groaned against your lips as he felt you claw down his back, the sensation only spurring him on to make his thrusts that much more intense.

"Come for me, hon." Eddie coaxed as he felt you start to squirm beneath him, every thrust bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, your hand gathering a fistful of hair at the back of his head as you clung to him, and then it crashed over you. Your breath caught in your throat, your body arching into him as he only continued to fuck you throughout your orgasm, and you finally choked out an unbridled sob from your parted lips at the overstimulation. The sound seemed to tip him over the edge too, quickly withdrawing himself from you and removing your leg from his shoulder letting it drop to his hip. He spilt onto your lower abdomen, warm droplets splashing on your skin as guttural groans reverberated through his chest, which rose and fell rapidly with his short, jagged gulps of air. Eddie took a moment to collect himself, the two of you panting as you tried to ride out your highs.

Eventually, he leaned down to place a sloppy kiss between your breasts and then got up in search of something, returning with a small towel when he was back in your field of view. Eddie never usually cared about this sort of thing, but he thought you'd appreciate the gesture. He climbed back onto the bed and started wiping you down, then tossed the towel aside when he was done cleaning you up and laid down beside you. You immediately draped your arm across him, your leg moving over him as you rested your head against his chest and sighed softly when he wrapped his arm around you and pressed a kiss on the top of your head, pulling you flush against his chest.

"We should've done this years ago." You remarked, drawing a conceited chuckle from Eddie in response.

Things got quiet when his laughter tapered off,  and then his voice pierced the silence.

"I shoulda married you."

You didn't quite believe what you had heard at first and didn't even glance at him to make sure that you had heard him correctly.

"What?"

"Don't make me say it again." He warned, knowing that you had most likely heard him the first time.

You lifted your head from his chest to look at him and were totally staggered by what you found. His eyes were glassy and full of regret, and it was clear that he was trying to keep it together so that he didn't have to be vulnerable with you. But laying here with you and feeling you wrapped up in his arms, even the sound of your slow, steady breaths drove him to a conclusion he'd been avoiding for years. He was lonely. He refused to ever come to terms with it because he'd never needed anybody, but that attitude hadn't survived the test of time. Eddie didn't have anybody to come home to after spending months away on some classified overseas bullshit, he didn't have anyone to call his own, it was just him. You sat up and cupped one side of his face, his eyes boring into yours.

"Does it help if I say I would've said yes?" You added truthfully, though it was disguised as a way of cheering him up.

He snorted his laughter and grinned, placing his much larger hand over the back of yours.

"Of course you would've, you've always been sweet on me doll." He taunted in response, which made you playfully scoff.

You leaned in and pressed a deliberately long kiss on his cheek directly over where his scar is, and then gave his lips a quick peck too.

"Well, why don't we make up for lost time, hm? We can grab dinner next week."

Then there was that sadness filling his eyes again, though you weren't sure it had ever truly left.

"I can't. I'm being shipped off to god knows where on another mission again. I don't know when I'll be back, I'm hardly ever here." Eddie sighed frustratedly.

You nodded in understanding, your thumb idly stroking his cheek.

"Okay, well when you're back just give me a call. We'll figure something out." You suggested with a small smile.

You settled back down onto his chest, his fingers combing through your strands as he started to stroke your hair, the touch making your eyelids feel heavier until eventually, you succumbed to sleep.

#jeffrey dean morgan #jeffrey dean morgan smut #comedian x reader #edward blake #edwardblake x reader #watchmen #watchmencomedian #watchmen 2009

[ottiliere]

what are your go-to resources for phantom blood fashion historical accuracy...... ...

ok I'm glad you asked this because I've been writing up a whole other post on dio's fashion sense and i wasn't sure how much of the period's fashion trends to explain since I didn't want to make an assumption that nobody knows anything about late victorian fashion. this will be a good reference post for me...and you... and anyone else who wants to use it.

regardless; I hate to say it but the best way to start drawing period clothing is to do a little reading on the fundamentals of [late] victorian dress because it will seriously assist you in the long run, e.g., you won't have to scratch your head and spend time wondering why you keep coming across two different lapel types on tailcoat fashion plates if you're aware that both peak tips and shawl collars were in vogue in the late 1880s and the '90s.

I'll put some basic information that I've collected for myself here so you don't have to go looking for it; I'm going to write this assuming you're a newborn baby deer poking your nose into the victorian era for the first time in your life fully unaware of the customs.

reference links for the wayfarer so you don't have to scroll all the way to the bottom:

Etiquette books. Look for anything written in the 80s/90s; again, period trends change. There's usually always a section on how men should be dressing on different occasions (weddings, funerals, daily casual travel, etc.) in these. In an ideal world one would only have to reference books written/published in London, however I've found that there are many more from US. This is fine though IMO, there was a lot of cross-talk between countries due to the implementation of the telegraph and hence a lot of etiquette standards are "universal" (it's why fashion between EU/US/AU can look pretty similar at the same time--they were all talking to each other). If there's a difference between the "New York" way of doing things and the "London" way of doing things, the authors usually point this out. kind of funny. I love reading these, they're also very good for understanding the general quirks of late Victorian society and how the standards at the time characterize their behavior.

The National Portrait Gallery (link is an advanced search; you can change the dates. I set the results to be located in "london")

Victoria & Albert museum online gallery

The Met museum online gallery (in general for clothes on mannequins, but they also list an archive of fashion plates here, separated by year. A lot of them are misfiled though so be wary of that)

Alamy website. genuinely one of the most all-encompassing resources I've used, I use it for everything and especially when I'm into period pieces. "boy 188*" "man 1880s portrait" "man 188* suit" etc. you find a lot of illustrations from the time period this way too. it fucking rules. my computer is on the brink of crashing 24/7 because I keep too many alamy tabs open at all times. A lot of really good Vanity Fair illustrations are on here too, just plug it in with a year and see what pops up.

Sites like this (Gentleman's Gazette) with little articles giving a run-down of period clothing can be helpful...... to an extent. idk. I don't really trust them. GG is solid for the most part and so is The Black Tie Blog and Victorian Web, but I've spotted too many errors on other sites to trust anything they say wholesale. Fashion Institute of Technology is worth mentioning as well, though, despite their coverage on men's fashion being pretty brief. Goes by decade, though, with a lot of information on women/children's fashion, too (it's very interesting! I linked their 1880s fashion rundown, highly recommend going through it, especially the Aestheticism segment). TL;DR: My advice when it comes to website hopping is "stick with primary sources".

How to Read a Suit (A Guide to Changing Men’s Fashion from the 17th to the 20th Century) by Lydia Edwards. Look this up on libgen. It's broken down into chunks of decades; REAAALLLYY recommend reading the introduction to "Chapter 4: 1860-1899". Probably the most historically informative consolidation of relevant fashion information in one place. Very interesting writing, pretty short too. If you're gonna read one thing out of this whole list, make it this.

The Dictionary of Fashion History by Valerie Cumming. look this up on libgen. for when you don't understand what some article or book is talking about and google will not give you answers. as it is it wont to do. (could not wrap my head around top frocks until this point; the wikipedia article for it is quite frankly embarrassing.)

here's my google drive of fashion for this time period, I had just been keeping these on local folders but I think drive would be better so I started transferring them here... compiled myself. this is a "work in progress" and will be updated.

I am going to write a bit about men's fashion at the time period under the cut because I think it's important to understand, if you don't know much about the victorian period, that the dress decorum was heavily emphasized and if you wore the wrong ensemble in the wrong setting everyone WOULD think you were ill-bred and would not invite you back into their home again. because just seeing you exist like that was impolite and quite frankly very embarrassing to witness. these resources are great but not if you don't know where and when these guys would be wearing these things... for instance i know the fashion plate archive there are some drawings of men in livery and you may be tempted to put dio in something like this because WOW! they do look kind of cool. with the big brass buttons... but I think he would more readily batter another human being physically than dress up like a butler at a dinner party and get mistaken for a butler. it's the little things.

first thing: you were expected to dress differently for different times of day. This consists of: morning dress, afternoon dress (semi-formal; not really "mandatory" except at special events, like weddings, at least for men), and evening dress (anything past 6 o'clock or "by candle light" is the general rule).

here are overview excerpts from Modern Etiquette in Public and Private published by Frederick Warne and Co. in 1887:

and excerpts from The Complete Bachelor: Manners for Men by Walter Germain, written in 1896:

Cecil B. Hartley states in his Book of Etiquette and Manual of Politeness (1860) that "by dress we show our respect for society at large, or the persons with whom we are to mingle".

He advised men that there were “shades of being ‘dressed;’ and a man is called ‘little dressed,’ ‘well dressed,’ and ‘much dressed,’ not according to the quantity but the quality of his coverings.”

Black was "the" color. As Lydia Edwards writes in How to Read a Suit (2020), "while it is unrealistic to imagine that all men everywhere only wore black, the acceptable color palette was certainly more limited at this point than it had been for the first half of the century. The rising professional middle classes seemed to embrace a centuries-old association with black for certain professions, which perhaps made this an inevitable choice for the evolving and expanding world of work in the nineteenth century."

I'm going to add illustrations now; humbly request you ignore how terrible the paint canvases i threw things in. Things to note moving forward:

there were three different types of shirt collars in vogue at the time: stiff, high stand collars that hugged your neck, wing-tip collars, and one that's closer to the "regular" collars you typically see nowadays (banker collar). don't really see the last one in any of the fashion plates but you do see it in portraits.

Do note that walking sticks were commonplace and in fact expected to be touted around, hence why they (in addition to umbrellas) keep reappearing in the illustrations;

(1890)

Frock coats were the most "formal" of the daywear. When going through the National Portrait Gallery website you'll notice that most men are wearing either a morning coat or frock coat; the lounge coat was still too informal to be considered for how much money you'd spend to get a photograph taken. Don't you want to look nice?

Lounge suits, again, were the ultimate "informal"; they were viewed with distain by the frock-coat. (here's a good thread on this, actually; i love this fucking guy lol). really, really don't think Dio would be wearing one that often. maybe a double-breasted one? i really think he's too much of a snob to wear what he sees as filthy poor people rags. appearance is everything, etc.

~~~

waistcoats you have a lot of freedom/liberty with, at least in regard to design (except for evening waistcoats). different lapel shapes, no lapels... unfortunately shifting into the later decades of the 19th century it was pretty much expected that the fabric of your waistcoat match the fabric of your suit (along with your trousers; called a "ditto suit"). jonathan would conform to this mode IMO, i don't think it stops dio. he has a vision & his waistcoats are likely very extensively detailed. actually I just remembered that we do see one as depicted by araki's tenuous grasp of historical fashion and it is. awesome. i, too, love to wear cravats directly underneath my shirt

(1891 / 1892)

~~~

Evening dress is (comparatively) much more simple & men had much less artistic freedom in their choice of dress: black tailcoat, white gloves, white tie, waistcoat in either black or white, black button boots. Regardless, it was its own beast in the fact that this was something that you really weren't supposed to dick around with. (Dio would've found a way, but that's a discussion for a post that isn't crashing every 3 minutes.) From A Gentleman by Maurice Francis Egan (1893):

If a young man is invited to a dinner or to a great assembly in any large city, he must wear a black coat. A gray or colored coat worn after six o’clock in the evening, at any assembly where there are ladies, would imply either disrespect or ignorance on the part of the wearer. In most cities he is expected to wear the regulation evening dress, the “swallow-tail” coat of our grandfathers, and, of course, black trousers and a white tie. In London or New York or Chicago a man must follow this last custom or stay at home. He has his choice. The “swallow-tail” coat is worn after six o’clock in the evening, never earlier, in all English-speaking countries.

(1885 (misfiled) / 1888 / 1888 / 1890)

MET evening suit ca. 1888; different aspects of the ensemble displayed solo at this link.

In the 80s the "dinner jacket" ("tuxedo" in US) was introduced. It was used for more informal occasions.

final evening dress "tips":

~~~

Outerwear was pretty varied… you can get a pretty wide dynamic of form depending on choice of coat, so keep that in mind. chesterfields tended to be pretty formless, top frocks a bit more fitted. Length/density would change depending on season, too.

~~~

Children's fashion:

end notes:

everyone would be wearing suspenders, not belts; belts were pretty much only worn with military uniform at this time (except in america)

sweater vests were really only considered sportswear until the first few decades of the 1900s. they would not be wearing these casually under jackets, they'd be wearing waistcoats

button boots were buttoned using a special button hook. video demonstration

NOTE: trousers being "creased" began to be more in vogue in the 90s; this is because they finally invented the trouser press. read article for more information--you sometimes see creases in the 80s, really not before then though. look at how they bunch at the knee (c.1880s)!

When it comes to gloves, different colors denoted different occasions to wear them. In the text screenshots provided in previous sections, it usually states which colors are appropriate for whichever situation. The paragraph I am about to end this on is relatively useless, but I thought I'd include it anyway:

#ask #dio brando #jonathan joestar #phantom blood #I make myself sick going through fashion plates and the costume archives on museum websites identifying dio outfits regularly #that one image in the frock coat graphic reminds me so much of jeremy strong...kendall will get his day on ottiliere someday. but not today #I'll probably add to this post as I remember or discover more things to add. we're all on a journey of learning...together #posts that crashed one million times while editing #there was a lot more I wanted to add to this but every time i click something in here the entire post crashes. so i am leaving it #also FYI: i don't have a degree in this or nothing. I am a hobbyist victorian enthusiast. don't think anything is wrong in here especially #considering I cite sources but yaknow. <-disclaimer

[finniestoncrane]

If you don't mind: 6, 49, 52 with Arkham Edward iffin you please 💖

With Lights On

Arkham!Riddler x Female!Reader, word count: 2.1k ok yum??? this was a good pick bb and so much fun to do a silly trope like this and oh my god it was fun to do a kind of flustered eddie, i dunno you picked something i literally would have chosen myself so ty ily request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: leering, sharing a bed (?), handjob

Ed stood next to you in the tiny safe room, both of you staring towards the single twin bed cramped up against the wall.

“In my defence, I hadn’t really thought that I’d have someone tagging along with me.”

“I thought you planned for every eventuality.”

“Yes, but you were an eventuality that I couldn’t have conceived of.”

He had a really strange way of making you feel wanted. His words were often cold at first listen, but when you mulled them over, you could hear a softer sentiment behind them. It was easy for others to mistake your partnership in crime as one of pure business, but you knew, as did Ed though he would deny it at all costs, that you had become friends over the course of your time together.

“It’s ok, I can cope with it. I trust you.” You nudged his side, offering him a quick smile as you glanced to him before setting down your carry load.

Ed’s heart thumped in his chest. The implication that you trusted him meant a lot to him. But that wasn’t why his chest was pounding. No, it was the suggestion that there was a possibility that something could happen, that the unspoken but hinted at intimacy of the situation you had found yourselves in would create a potential reason for you to have to trust him, that’s what had him breaking out in a nervous sweat.

“Besides, it’s freezing in here!”

You rubbed at your arms, turning to face Ed who was staring at you, unblinking and eyes unfocused before snapping back to reality from whatever little plans he was amusing himself with in his head.

“Do you have something I can wear, Ed? This vest is disgusting and look, my arms have goosebumps!” You thrust your forearm into his face, so close to his nose that he flinched. You giggled and prodded his nose with your finger before turning to search through your backpack for your flask.

Ed watched you, trying hard not to consider it leering and more a deep focus on you.

“Um…I think so. There should be a box under the bed, I’m sure I stashed away extra clothing.”

“Perfect!” You shifted focus to the bed, where you knelt and crawled under, rear sticking out much to Ed’s dismay. When you crawled back out you lifted the lid off the box and reached down to lift your vest up over your head.

Ed turned quickly, heading to the small bathroom in the corner of the room to avoid watching you get dressed. Not that he didn’t want to watch, he just knew how inappropriate it was, and around you, it was strange, but he couldn’t trust himself. Perhaps that was why it meant so much that you did. After waiting enough time that you could be finished changing, and that didn’t make it obvious that was why Ed had left, he took a deep breath and re-entered the room, stopped in his tracks as he noticed you pulling blankets out from underneath the bed you were to share.

“Are…are you wearing my shirt?”

“Uh, yeah. Sorry, you said I could wear something. Is that…ok?”

“No th-that’s fine…it’s just…it’s…we should get some sleep. Big day tomorrow, can’t have our brains depleted or deprived, I mean I can afford to lose a few brain cells, but you might-”

“Ha ha! Very funny, don’t even finish that thought. Let me just get the bed ready and we can get our rest.” You smirked at him as you turned to gather up the sheets and blankets, trying to create as much opportunity for insulation as possible.

From behind, Ed watched as you arranged the bed. The way you bent over, stretching to tuck the sheets under the mattress on the side against the wall, yours his shirt rose up, allowing him a glimpse at your underwear, peeking out, tormenting him. You turned around quickly, and he tried to find something else to look at, aware of the red seeping into his cheeks as he pretended to have been very focused on a crack in the wall.

“Ok, done. So…is it less awkward to face each other or to face away, butt to butt?”

Ed cleared his throat, choking on his own saliva, cheeks no longer tinged but flooding with pink.

“I uh…I think probably facing away.”

Ed opted for the inside, preferring to give you more space to spread your limbs over the edge of the bed if need be. His body was used to being crushed, bruised and pushed up against walls after all.

"I think it might be best to sleep...can you sleep with lights on? In case we need to make a quick escape."

"Actually, I would prefer that. It might seem warmer with some light."

Despite his stress, trying to hold his body still and away from yours, he did manage to fall asleep not long after you had dozed off. He was exhausted. He’d slept maybe a total of 5 hours in the past three days and he was running on empty. Despite how uncomfortable he was, his body needed to shut down.

Ever used to fitful sleep, Ed woke up an hour or so later, warm and comfortable before he realised where he was. In his still half-asleep state, he slowly adjusted to the room, the cold wall against his side, the blankets on his body, and your arm, wrapped around him, leaning on his chest with your fingers touching the skin above the vest he wore. As he shifted in shock, your body moved a little, fingers twitching out and grazing over his chest. Softly, agonisingly slowly, he lifted your arm off of him, watching with baited breath as you rolled over, letting out a little sigh before your breathing regulated. Confident that you were once again asleep, Ed shifted his body into the wall, pressed flat against it, nose bent to get as close to it as possible, and as far away from your warm, soft body as he could.

He hadn’t even realised he’d fallen asleep again. The minutes spent staring at the wall, trying to think of anything but your body, close next to him, had obviously bored him to the point that his brain decided sleep was the better option over anxiety, a first for Ed. Something about sharing a space with you soothed him, clearly, and he’d be foolish not to make note of that. But it was more than just being in close proximity. Ed slowly realised the physical closeness between you, as he became aware that he was spooning you, arms wrapped around your body, head close to your neck, your spine curved against his shape, fitting into him like a puzzle piece. The way the light illuminated your skin, the shadows your body made against his, imprinted on to him in his mind.

Ed lay perfectly still, allowing himself to hold you for a bit longer, admiring the way you seemed to have been made for this, and him for you. As criminal as he might be, you were something he cherished, and he kept his hands still and flat against you, convincing himself that if he didn’t move then it wasn’t creepy. He was sharing warmth and comfort, and he felt he deserved it finally. Admittedly, the risk was also intriguing to him, and fuelled by desire and a compulsion to challenge himself, he leant his head closer to you, inhaling deeply to try and take of much of you in as possible.

You stirred at his slight shift, brushing ever so gently against him and letting out a little moan as you stretched against his body. Ed panicked, a warmth spreading in his core as he felt himself get hard, the way you sigh had vibrated through him with your back against his chest, the way your rear, pressed deep into the curve of his own body, rubbed into him. He panicked, unsure of what to do, as you stretched again, rolling over to face him.

“Ed, you’re awake?”

“I’m so sorry.”

“What, why? What’s wrong? Did something-” you felt Ed’s length, hard, against your thigh as you tried to adjust your body to his in the tight quarters. “Oh…oh that’s ok!”

Ed felt faint, the blood rushing to his cheeks, and his cock, dissipating from the rest of him. He was forever irritated with the way you accepted an apology so quickly, knowing it would eventually be your downfall to be so trusting and so kind, even when it was in his favour.

“No, don’t-”

“Honestly, Ed. You’re a man of science, you know as well as I do that it’s a normal, biological reaction to wake up…like that. You don’t have to be embarrassed. I certainly won’t take it to mean anything, it’s not like you’re harbouring some deep-seated crush or that you find me somehow irresistibly attractive.” You laughed, but Ed stayed stoic.

“Your self-deprecation is really irritating at times. I really hoped I would have rubbed off on you by now.”

You raised your eyebrows at him, a small smirk forming on one side of your mouth.

“No, n-not like that! You know what I mean. I just feel that an inflated ego can never harm oneself, I’ve found it only benefits me. It’s painful to see you not take notice of how you appear to other people.”

“Sorry, I just…of all people, I didn’t think you would find me attractive, that’s all.”

“Of course I think you’re attractive.”

Everything Ed said was so matter of fact. And despite wanting to find a lie in his words, you could tell he spoke with sincerity. Heart fluttering in your chest, threatening to burst out of your throat, you leaned in to Ed, who leaned back ever so slightly against your lunge, but let his hand find your hip as your lips met with his.

It was amazing how quickly you found a rhythm in each other’s touches, given that you had spent your time together so far ignoring the feelings that pushed up just below the surface. Ed was surprisingly receptive to your hands, pushing through and grabbing at his hair, tugging at the front of his vest to deepen the kiss you shared. But even so, he was still restrained, hands staying on your hips, grabbing tighter every so often, only to loosen off when he became aware of them.

But you were in a position of power, given that Ed was enclosed between your body and the wall behind him, and pressing him into it in a passionate embrace, he had no other option but to let himself be touched, sighing at the contact, holding back pleads for more as you kissed his cheek, down his neck, breathing against him as he placed his own lips against your neck, copying your moves in a bid to please you. He finally moved his hands, one around your back and the other holding the back of your neck, tensing his fingers into it and hissing against you as your hands found their way to his length.

“Hng…you…don’t have to…huh…do that…”

“I want to, Ed.” You reached below the band of the underwear he had slept in, pulling him out and stroking up the length of his cock, wrapping your palm around his head and applying the lightest of pressures, jolting in pleasure at the whimpers of pleasure he filled your ear with at the sensation.

“Maybe if you’re not so distracted by this, you’ll be able to get to sleep.”

“That…that might…hmm…work…please. Please.” He grabbed your neck tighter, pulling you in to kiss him again, his teeth taking hold of your lower lip as you stroked his cock, harder and faster than before, find the precipice of his tolerance and keeping up the pace. His tongue forced it’s way into your mouth, and the frantic movements of it against your own, the entirely pornographic sounds of the slobbering and moaning as he all but tried to consume you fuelled his orgasm. As his groans became whines, pitched higher than his natural voice, breathier and choked, you leaned in to him, lips brushing past his ears as you whispered.

“Let go, Ed.”

At the command, a strained whimper was choked out of his throat by his own body tensing up, cock thrusting into your fist as he shuddered under his own orgasm, seed spilling on to the sheets and body, clammy and gently shaking, collapsed from the wall onto yours, holding it tight, fingers dug into your back and face buried into your neck as he breathed slowly in and out.

You unbuttoned your shirt, Ed sinking his face into your chest and reasting his cheek on your breasts, as you used your clothes to clean up some of the mess he had left. Holding him against you, you felt his snake his arms around you, clinging to you and shifting you in closer to him, till it felt like you could fit a third person into the bed. Within minutes, he was asleep, peaceful and comfortable against your body.

#q #finnie writes #riddler #the riddler #batman #riddler imagine #the riddler imagine #riddler smut #fanfic #the riddler fanfic #riddler fanfic #riddler x reader #riddler x you #edward nygma #edward nigma #edward nashton #arkham #arkham riddler #arkham!riddler #arkhamverse #the riddler fanfiction

[thenationaltreasuregazette]

Hey you feel like an expert and I've been looking for years.

Dr Chase's dress in the first film at the anniversary gala for the archives is absolutely gorgeous and I can't find anything about it anywhere. Do you know anything about the costuming of the film?

Also love the blog omg keep up the good work!!!

RE: Abigail's Dress

Hi Anon,

I am flattered that I seem like an expert, and that you've been enjoying the blog!

Unfortunately, I am the opposite of an expert when it comes to clothes, costuming, and fashion. Don't get me wrong, I love seeing other people analyze the costuming choices in film and tv, I just don't have much to add to the conversation.

That said, let's see if we can do some digging!

Digging ↓ (ft. answers!)

The first place I started was the thank yous at the end of the credits.

Right before the music credits is usually where the filmmakers thank significant contributors. For National Treasure we see a lot of places where they shot on location--the D.C., NYC, and Philadephia film offices, the National Archives and Washington D.C. public transit.

Also Knott's Berry Farm, which seems out of place until you learn that it features an exact replica of Independence Hall. This was used for some of the exterior shots of Ben carving the brick out of the wall in place of the real thing.

You'll also see Ferrari mentioned. This is for the promotional consideration of allowing one of their cars to appear in the film.

My thinking was that if the dress was designer, said designer might be thanked here as well.

But alas, no luck.

Clothes-from-film Sites

I turned to google, though from your question it seems like you've searched for this before, so I my expectations were not high.

There are plenty of sites where you can look up clothes worn in film and television, though National Treasure is old enough and, um... underrated enough that I didn't have any luck here. (Edge of History is another story. If anyone's looking for clothes featured there, you'll see plenty of results!)

Into the wilds of the web we go then.

The Miscellaneous Internet

On Anwers.com, I found this post that states the dress was made by the film's costume designer, Judianna Makovsky. (And is actually blue, not black!!????!)

The answer provides an address to an article titled "National Treasure: Diane Kruger A Dress For Action" on clothesonfilm.com.

Unfortunately, that link leads to no-no bad spam places, as clothesonfilm.com no longer exists.

However, I found that same article referenced on film clothes sourcing website spoturn.com.

A search for the article title turned up what appears to be the entire text of the article posted on a forum.

(Make sure to scroll down past the no-longer-hosted photos! The article stretches over several posts from user Lynn866)

I'll grab the bit that discusses the gala dress, but whole article is fantastic and definitely worth a read!

National Treasure: Diane Kruger, a Dress for Action by Lord Christopher Laverty 27 Nov 2009 ... Abigail on the other hand has probably spent an entire month’s salary on her outfit. The results of which are stunning: [Missing image, presumably of Abigail at the gala] Midnight blue silk gazar evening dress with matching lace overlay, fitted bodice with chiffon bow to waist, deep v-neck to front and back, full skirt with under-netting; short blue velvet jacket with flared sleeves, black high heel shoes, open toe with ankle straps; vintage ruby stone earrings. Although the dress looks black on screen it is actually midnight blue (slightly visible when Abigail leaves the Archives and backlight shines through the chiffon). This colour variation is possibly due to the demands of motion picture lighting. The former Prince of Wales, Edward VII, reputedly had two types of dinner suit on standby, a black for outdoor functions and a midnight blue for indoor. Under artificial light, dark blue can appear as black; a better black than black in fact. The dress’ luxury organza fabric is a crisp, heavy silk gazar from Paris with dyed lace to match; the jacket is blue silk velvet and chiffon. Based on an original design by Judianna Makovsky, the finished article was made by her long-time collaborator John David Ridge.

The earrings are:

Genuine 19th century Russian, they were supplied by L.A. based jewellery merchant Vicki Lynn. These earrings coolly offset the demureness of the dress, enlivening it with just a hint of glitz. That they date from the 1800s nods to Abigail’s love of history.

So. It appears the dress was custom made for the film by the costume designer.

However, if you absolutely have to have one, lizdress.com will apparently custom-make a number of film & tv outfits, including Abigail's dress.

Blue or Black?

Lord Christopher Laverty definitely knows better than I would, but just to corroborate the blue-for-black thing:

• "Rich Black" appears, well richly black, in print, but is not true black in a color theory sense.

• The Addams' Family house for the 1964 tv show was pink, because pink lended the right tone of eerie gray on black and white film.

• The Parthenon contains no straight lines to compensate for the eye's natural distortion so as to appear straight.

I'd argue that the dress was always intended to appear black, mostly based on how Abigail is framed to parallel Ben at so many points during the party/heist sequence.

This is a black tie event, and she's meant to appear as a natural part of the party's black and beige color palette. At no point is she staged as an Elle Woods type who is visually sticking out.

Conclusion

This article is a gold mine, and I'd definitely like to return to it from a character analysis point of view at some point! Thanks so much for helping me come across it.

Thanks so much for you question! Feel free to send another any time!

#national treasure #abigail chase #diane kruger #judianna markovsky #clothes on film #clothes from film #costume design #lord christopher laverty #articles

[like-rain-or-confetti]

Can I please request rogues reactions to their s/o revealing that they have lordosis/kyphosis/scoliosis? (I hope it's okay to request this. If not, I'm sorry!!)

Okay I've done some googling but here comes another Disclaimer! I'm not a professional and I also am not being treated for these conditions. I don't think it needs to be said that don't look at this as medical advice 😂

You had been able to hide it with some baggy hoodies too big for you. Or generally trying not to move around too much. However the longer you two were dating, the less you could hide it. Naturally, you had to tell them eventually.

The Riddler: He hummed. "I figured." He said finally. "Hm?" You quirked an eyebrow. "You wore baggy clothing despite weather conditions or temperature and never dressed in anything else around me. However, your closet does show that you own tighter fitting clothing. Therefore, I theorised you either had a self-esteem problem or you were hiding something. Perhaps both." Edward explained. "Oh...uh, and does it bother you that my spine is different?" You asked. "Of course it does." He answered and your stomach dropped. He continued. "I don't like the idea that you're in pain nor do I like that you feel you need to hide from me. It's not going to put me off."

Scarecrow: He nodded. "Okay." That was strange. "Okay?" You repeated. He nodded. "You're...good with that?" You asked. "Of course. How much issue is it giving you? Is there anything I can do to make things easier for you?" Jonathan asked. That was easier than expected.

Black Mask: "I...don't know what that is." Roman replied honestly. You explained it to him. "So your back is fucked?" "Kinda, depends on the outlook. My spine isn't straight so it limits what I can do like twisting and...it gets sore." You admitted. "It's why I sit down a lot. It can be uncomfortable to stand after a while." He nodded. "Can I see?" He asked. "Give me your hand." You held your hand out before taking off his glove. With your arms you put his hand flat against your back. "Feel my spine?" You asked. "Yeah." He said quietly as his fingers ran back and forth over the vertebrae. "Okay, now follow the length of my spine." You said. He complied and his brow furrowed when his fingers glided across, lost the feeling and searched again to find the vertebrae in to the far right of your back before it made its way to the back of your neck, slightly off centre and tense. "If it hurts, is there something we can do?" You smiled slightly. He didn't seem scared off as you had worried.

Two-Face: "Can I see it?" Harvey asked quietly. "I dunno Harvey, I...I don't want to put you off, it's not exactly pleasant." "Neither is mine and you were very good about it." He replied. You opened your mouth to retort how his scars was only exterior and didn't impact his shape but found the argument falling flat before you could speak. You sighed before removing your hoodie and turned your back to him, lifting your shirt to reveal your back. You jumped slightly when you felt a smooth hand flat on your back and travel upwards, following the route of your spine. "Does it hurt?" Harvey asked softly. "Sometimes." You replied quietly. "It can hurt because it makes some of my muscles tense and then they're stuck holding the weight that should be evenly distributed." You looked to the floor. "I can't twist my body." You let out a soft gasp when you felt chapped lips press a kiss to your back. "You let us know when it hurts okay?"

Penguin: "I have a limp." He reminded you. "You don't gotta worry about scaring me off. You ain't gonna scare me. Even if you tried." The two of you had a mutual understanding of living with pain on a regular basis. "You tell me what you need though, got it? Need me to rub your back and you got it. Anything that takes the edge off on a bad day, I'm here for you." He pressed a kiss to your cheek.

#request #batman #batman villains #batman scenarios #the riddler #two face #scarecrow #penguin #black mask #edward nygma #jonathan crane #harvey dent #oswald cobblepot #roman sionis

[elliebean714]

Through The Years

Edward Nashton x Wayne!F!Reader

Fluff

Diversion From Canon

Summary~ Y/N And Eddie Move In Together

Pt1 Pt2 Pt3 Pt4 Pt5 Pt6 Pt7 Pt8 Pt9 Pt10 Pt11 Pt12

An~ Three quarters of the way through this series. Yall ready for this to end?😭 I've obviously never bought a house before so this is 💫inaccurate💫 this is bad and pretty boring but I needed to get something out, don't worry though, the next part is ULTRA cute.

<5 Years Ago>

<27 Years Old>

You had been dating Edward for two years, you had recently begun discussing moving in together. You reached the mutual decision that you would both buy a house together closer to the outskirts of the city.

Ever since you came to the agreement, you spent a lot of nights together, scrolling through all the houses for sale. You currently sat on his laptop, looking through all the options whilst he quietly worked on some riddles beside you, smiling to himself as he wrote.

After searching through all the options, you found the perfect one, you instantly fell in love with it. Concealing your excitement, you show him the listing.

"Hey Ed? This ones cute." You moved to show him the cozy home on the screen. The house was an average sized yet cute home, painted a warm beige with a lush garden out front.

"Wow." He smiled brightly, he imagined his life there with you. Those sweet domestic moments together, cooking, dancing, cuddling, his eyes filled with tears at the thought.

"You like it?" You enquire softly, grazing his hand gently.

"I love it." Edward whispers

~~

The week later you both decided to visit the house, wanting to see it in person. The morning of your visit, you and Edward were equally excited to check out your dream home. You both woke up giddy, exchanged a sweet, romantic kiss before getting up to get dressed, stealing kisses between each piece of clothing you put on.

"You ready?" You asked him once you were both completely dressed, with your coats on and everything you needed when you left the house.

He nodded enthusiastically, kissing you softly before opening the door, following you out and closing it again, locking it behind him.

The owner guided you both around the property, as you and Edward explored the house together you fell more and more in love with it. You both had already decided to buy the house before you even visited it but viewing it in person firmed the decision for you both.

~~

Months later, you and Edward were almost finished moving into your dream home, only needing to move the last few pieces of furniture before the rest of your lives would begin.

"I'm so excited!" Edward squeaked into your ear as the movers lifted everything into their truck.

"I am too Eddie Baby!" You kissed his cheek softly, before you both entered your car and begun driving towards your new home.

"I can't believe this is finally happening!" He exclaimed, "Why did this take so long my dear?" He gently picked up your hand, placing a delicate kiss to it.

"Uggh, I'll never know. But it's over sweetheart." You soothed, smiling lovingly.

~~

A week after you both got settled into your new home, Edward was still waking up in the middle of the night from his nightmares. He often woke you up with him, you'd comfort him and hold him for as long as he needed. Tonight he was careful, you deserved a night without having to deal with him. You always told him how he would never be a burden on you, he tried to believe you but it was difficult due to his insecurities and self doubts.

He quietly left the bed and began walking towards his private office. He kept a secret journal in a hidden compartment in one of the drawers in his desk. It held his darkest thoughts, his horrific desires, the sickest parts of him he'll never let you see. He opened it carefully and turned to a blank page to write about his dream, which would eventually evolve into his hatred for this city. Edward lost track of time, stopping his writing when he heard you open the door.

"Eddie Baby?" You come up behind him, he quickly closes the journal before you manage to see what he was writing, "What's that babe?" You ask, gently kissing is ear.

"Nothing." He answers, fast, standing and turning to hold you properly.

"Okay... well, what do you want for breakfast hon?" You inquire.

"I'll just have whatever you want." He answers as he started playing with your hair.

"Alright love." You smile and kiss his nose before you left to go make breakfast.

Once you closed the door behind you, Edward opened the journal to review what he had written, the endless pages of the usual things he wrote about weren't surprising, what was though was his shockingly thorough plan to cleanse the city. Based on the Renewal folder he'd found whilst living in the Wayne Manor with you, he had made a plan to fix everything.

Rereading the plan, he was very proud of it. Edward knew it had to be done by someone, the only thing stopping him was the thought of how angry you'd be at him, part of the plan included killing your brother.

Edward quickly shoved the journal back into the secret compartment before he exited his office to help you cook breakfast.

As much as he wants to go through with his plan, he won't risk it. He can't. He lost you once, and he'll never let that happen again.

Pt13

Taglist~

@rosaline-black @supernovasblogstuff @emmathetrash @misdty @mxbrahms @youtube-is-my-muse @siesiez @ghoulsgraveyard @yoyoanaria

Join The Taglist

Requests Always Open 💫

~Elliebean714

♤♡◇♧☆♧◇♡♤♡◇♧☆♧◇♡

#paul dano x reader #edward nashton x reader #the riddler x reader #I KNOW ITS BEEN A WHILE MY DEARS #PLEASE FORGIVE ME MY LOVELIES😭

[cullen-by-choice]

A Twilight Visitor

Series Masterlist

Carlisle Cullen x Fem!WitchOc (Elise DuMont)

5/?

Warnings and Tags: Language, Apologies, Stressful Phone Calls and the Sweater is ruined forever

~

Elise was still scrubbing out the stain a week later.

She sighed. It had been twenty minutes over the blistering, soapy sink. The mark of light roast coffee rested on the fabric, triumphant as ever. She wiped her cheek with her shoulder, observing the ruined garment before her.

“Well,” she said to no one in particular, “Fuck. That sucks.”

She dried off her hands after wringing out the soiled sweater. It saddened her that it was going into retirement as one of her bedtime clothes.

Elise considered sending Edward some sort of dry cleaning bill. She wouldn’t expect him to pay it, but it would’ve been lovely to see the vein pop in his head.

The town had been much too focused on the sibling tiff in the parking lot to even remember the coffee fiasco. Elise found herself grateful for that.

The least amount of attention she got, the better.

Twilight had begun outside her little cottage. The light of the dying day kissing the tips of the peaks made for a holy sort of show. Elise stared into it, letting her thoughts run freely for the first time in a while.

Jacob was sick.

She felt it coming from miles off. The fever that broke out of shifters was infamous, but she had gotten her first full taste with it in the flesh now. Jacob had looked absolutely miserable the first time she visited. Billy had said it was only going to get worse, when his son was out of earshot.

The memories of those fresh cries to agony made her blood chill.

Vampires. They were the cause of this.

She had tried to do research the best she could. The blood sucking creatures existed in the realms of mythology to the general population. That made it difficult to try to search through the internet for anything real.

She had wanted to ask Billy for more. Obvious circumstances made that impossible even if she wanted to.

A knock at the front of her door took her out of her reverie.

Elise glanced over toward the noise, eyebrows furrowed. She lived on the very edge of town- the same home she was raised in. The Dumonts chose this place for seclusion.

So who was willingly interrupting it, unannounced?

She rolled up her baggy pants to her calves before heading to answer the call.

Carlisle stood on her porch, looking out to the scenery behind him. Once he heard the door open, his eyes found her.

Calmer than last time she had seen him.

The Cullens hadn’t entered town for a week since Edward’s fit. It might’ve been to save face- she hadn’t known for sure if the doctor was still attending his practice. Surely he was. He didn’t seem like the kind of man to cower and seclude himself.

The corner of his mouth quirked up, “Miss Dumont.”

“It’s Elise,” she insisted once again, leaning against the door. She crossed her arms, clearing her throat.

He sighed, the smile fading a tad, “I… I know I just dropped by unannounced. I’m sorry.”

“Why should you be sorry?”

“I’m afraid both me and my family have made utter fools of ourselves towards you.”

Him? What did he do? Sure, Edward was a Dick with a capital letter. Carlisle hadn’t done a single thing besides care about her…

… as her doctor. As her doctor.

“What Edward did was abhorrent and downright embarrassing. He was acting like a tosspot.”

Yet another odd term.

“I can’t disagree,” she shrugged, “Ed seems real uptight.”

“He is. I can’t entirely blame him, but he’s also somewhat of a nightmare.”

“He accused me of stalking you guys.”

Carlisle looked away. She was surprised he didn’t have a sort of blush on his cheeks to go with the sheepish expression. He brought his amber eyes back to her, “I can’t apologize for that enough.”

Elise shrugged, “Good thing you don’t have to.”

“I’m afraid I have to. I lost my temper… in public.”

“Well, everybody does now and again.”

Carlisle stared at her. She wondered how long he could go without blinking. He then finally shook his head, “Our fights have gotten… ugly in the past. I would be mortified if that ever happened again. I just can’t excuse the slightest mess up in that regard.”

“You hold yourself to some pretty noble standards,” she thought out loud.

His eyes glinted. He cleared his throat, “I try to be, at least. Which… brings me to why I’m here talking to you tonight. Beyond apologizing in person.”

She raised an eyebrow.

Carlisle cleared his throat, “I would like to donate some books to your bookshop.”

El blinked. “I’m sorry… you what?”

“My family has an extensive library. It’s been in the family for centuries now. I’m sure I could find a few books fine enough to be sold at your leisure.”

She wanted to laugh. Not to mock, not out of humor. Just pure shock at the statement. The man standing at her doorstep had no reason to feel obligated.

“That… would be extremely generous of you,” she spoke, her voice soft, “but I hope you don’t feel like you have to apologize for anything.”

“I’m sure we can agree to disagree.”

She huffed out a laugh now. Out of humor. Partly out of exhaustion.

He kept his eyes on her as she did so. A smile of his own graced his mouth.

“You… are so odd,” she shook her head.

“What makes you think so? The crazy brother part, or the fact I’m offering you books?”

“You just… I don’t know.”

“I just what?”

His tone was probing. It danced along her skin and veins, begging her to open up.

Why did she feel compelled to?

“You carry yourself with this sort of class. Like you were raised right. It’s shocking to see someone in this modern day act with that type of grace anymore.”

Crap. Did she just overshare?

Her cheeks felt slapped-red as Carlisle studied her for a moment. Probably finding a specific rhyme and reason for why what she said was way out of line. Too intimate and comfortable.

Elise had been known to be too introspective with strangers. It was the witch in her, trying to find some form of connection behind the surface. Finding metaphors in her interactions was a hobby and pastime. And boy, did it put people off-

“You speak so passionately.”

She blinked. If she was red before, she was now diving into true, heated crimson. Her mouth opened. Then shut. Elise was floundering for words. She was flustered- downright robbed of speech.

“Don’t worry, I like it,” he smiled.

She could’ve died on the spot. Unnamed emotions were rooting their way into her arms and thighs. She swallowed, nodding without being able to do much more than look stupid.

Before she could speak again properly, her phone began ringing in her pocket. She reached in, seeing Billy’s name illuminating its way onto her screen.

Her panic shifted into another kind, her eyes widening as she looked up, “Sorry. I gotta—“ she gestured down.

Carlisle nodded, even being as polite as to take a few steps away to let her have her conversation.

She answered, and wasn’t even to get a word out.

“Elise?” Billy’s voice spoke.

His voice was ragged, high pitched and worried.

“Billy? What’s up?”

“He… oh god. He did it. He just did it.”

Her stomach dropped.

“He…?”

The static of the phone call was her only answer.

“O-okay. Is he safe?”

“I don’t know- he just ran off and….”

Crap. She sighed, her stomach dropping past her knees and into the ground. Time for feelings could be had later. For now, she had to follow through and help the Black family.

“Okay. Okay. I’m coming. Don’t worry.”

They both knew there was reason to.

They both knew it was useless to vocalize that. Not when an emotionally volatile wolf was roaming these North Pacific forests.

They said brief goodbyes. When she turned to face her visitor, he was convienently looking the other way.

“I’m sorry, I gotta…”

“It seemed important. Don’t worry. We can always discuss things later.”

Later. That word would’ve comforted her, had her mind not been racing through hell.

“Thank you, Dr. Cullen.”

“Until next time, Elise.”

~~~

Tag List: @not-ellie

#twilight #at this point i’m just effervescent #fanfiction #cullen #carlilse cullen #carlisle #carlisle cullen #oc #x oc #Edward

[fairy-writes]

Hello!! Congrats on the 600 followers millestone! I loved the matchups you made for me recently so here I am for your event! I think the idea is super cute!

I’m 5’4’’ (164 cm), I have short, bulky, slightly wavy dark brown hair, brown eyes and a lot of moles over my face. I also have a small scar on my lip! I like to wear bright and warm colors, and almost all of my clothes are very fresh.

The characters: Edward Elric, Megumi Fushiguro and Kyojuro Rengoku!!!

LIKES; red (my absolutely favorite color OF ALL TIME, kokkino means red btw!). I love the sun! Hot weather are the best. I love to eat, and I think I prefer salty food over sweet food, like hamburgers and fries, but chocolate is my passion. I also like cartoons and cinema very much.

DISLIKES; I simply hate almost everything that’s cold. The weather, colors, people… the only cold thing that I LOVE is ice cream! I dislike painting, waking up late and reading.

HOBBIES; I love drawing, travelling, singing and to write stories.

PERSONALITY; I'm a very energetic, playful, quirky, funny and goofy person. Modesty aside, I have an excellent sense of humor. I'm a little irritable, very jealous, selfish and stubborn sometimes. I’m very boyish and a little clumsy, I bump into walls and trip very often. I accidentally hurt myself a lot. I'm very passionate and emotional, so it's easy to make me very excited, I become so happy and cheerful easily! My mood changes very, very quickly. I'm very impatient and anxious. I've been biting my nails since I was a kid and I have a lot of small anxiety triggers. I’m a crazy optimistic, resolute and determined. I don’t believe in destiny, when something goes wrong for me, I gotta search for a solution! I'm bad at hearing advices, I just do the same thing I wanted to in the start. Sadly, I'm very stubborn and selfish sometimes.

SEXUALITY; I’m a pansexual girl!

HOGWARTS HOUSE; Hufflepuff all the way

DREAM CAREER; Animator (working for Pixar. What a dream)

FAVORITES; color: red (who could have guessed); animal: dogs and bears; time of the day: morning!; flower: snapdragon; season: summer!; scent: almost any food being made; subject from school: philosophy; movie: the little prince (2015); band: Panic! At The Disco; disney princess: Rapunzel.

FUN FACTS; #1: I'm healing from three injuries right now! I got hurt on the barnacles when I dove in a river recently lol, but I’m almost very ok!; #2: I’m brazilian!; #3: I would LOVE to be a traveler and know all the places in the world and beyond, but….. freedom takes green.

Also I would like to have kids if my s/o wants it. Very neutral about it, but if they want it, I would feel more encouraged. But only in, I don't know, ten years from now? Oh and I would love to marry someday with the love of my life and things like that, put a ring on their finger and make them feel happy for the rest of their life, all that. Hopeless romantic.

Congratulations again! And thanks in advance ☀️

Hello lovely! I hope you like your request! Sorry this took so long, I'm in the middle of quitting one of two jobs and also moving!

Edward Elric Request: 

Compatibility: 83%

How Did You Meet?: You were a citizen of Liore and escaped just before the fights started. You actually helped Edward and Alphonse expose Father Cornello. Years later, the two of you found each other again and hit it off :)

How the Relationship Will Work From Day to Day: This is years after the Promise Day, so Edward can’t use alchemy anymore (whoops, spoilers, sorry), but that doesn’t mean he won’t teach you. He actually sets up a school of his own to teach beginning alchemy to others to help around Resembool, where he lives when he’s not traveling. And once you grasp the basics of alchemy, you help teach while he is away! But he also takes you traveling with him since you like it as well. One of your favorite trips is to visit Alphonse in Xing with Mei Chang :)

Marriage?: Yes! He proposes in Resembool, and the two of you get married! Winry is the Maid of Honor, and Alphonse is the Best Man. And, of course, there’s an empty chair right next to Gracia and Elicia for Maes.

Kids?: If you want them, then you have a boy and a girl! Both are alchemical prodigies, and Edward cries when they perform their first alchemical feat for the first time.

What Does the Future Hold?: The two of you definitely have your share of arguments, but what couple doesn’t? However, you both usually apologize really quickly and make up fairly easily. Overall, the two of you live happily until you both pass away peacefully in your sleep in your older years. 

Fushiguro Megumi Request: 

Compatibility: 78%

How Did You Meet?: You were a new student to transfer from Kyoto to Tokyo in Megumi’s third year. You became fast friends with Kugisaki and Itadori, but Megumi was a bit of a challenge to get to open up. However, he began to once you proved your prowess and saved his life from a curse. 

How the Relationship Will Work From Day to Day: Usually, the two of you work together exorcising curses. Itadori and Kugisaki are usually paired together because they amplify each other’s strengths while you do that for Megumi. 

Marriage?: Megumi doesn’t seem like the type to marry anyone? But he’s totally down for a lifelong partner! To him, marriage is just a slip of paper from a judge confirming something he already knows. 

Kids?: Signs point to no :/

What Does the Future Hold?: The two of you travel a lot for the higher-ups and are usually paired together on missions. You both have each other’s backs and protect each other with your lives. To Megumi, you are his first priority on assignments, and getting home safe to you is his number one goal. And vice versa for you! You both have a deep trust in each other and live happily despite a couple of arguments and fights sprinkled in between. 

Rengoku Kyojuro Request: 

Compatibility: 87%

How Did You Meet?: You are a fellow demon slayer and the Snow Hashira! You meet Rengoku for the first time when all the Hashira come together for a meeting, and you are announced as a new member of the Hashira rank. 

How the Relationship Will Work From Day to Day: You two are usually pretty busy with your own sections of Japan and dealing with demons. But you two always make time for each other and communicate mainly through crow. When you two are able to, you two meet up for a date night or two and have a blast! As a demon slayer, you do a lot of traveling, and you are actually stationed in one of the hotter regions of Japan. 

Marriage?: Yes! Definitely!

Kids?: If you want one, then you have a very well-behaved son that takes after his favorite (and likely only) uncle Senjuro :)

What Does the Future Hold?: You two stay together for a while and even get married and have your son until the events of Mugen Train. However, no one fills your heart after that, and you remain a widow for the rest of your life and raise your son by yourself with a bit of help from Senjuro.

#fairytailwzard600followers #fullmetal alchemist #fullmetal alchemist brotherhood #edward elric #ed elric #fma #fmab #fma edward #fma brotherhood #fullmetal alchemist edward #fullmetal alchemist brotherhood edward #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk megumi #jujutsu kaisen megumi #megumi fushiguro #fushiguro megumi #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #kny #rengoku kyojuro #kyojuro rengoku #kny rengoku #kimetsu no yaiba rengoku #demon slayer rengoku

[mcclanahan00persson]

Cheap Wholesale Replica Designer Clothes Online From China

Whether you need them for your self or your clients, replica clothes may be discovered with the features and kinds to fit your tastes. A Chinese manufacturing facility could not realistically copy Edward Green footwear as a end result of the leather high quality and building shine via. Most individuals fear about purchasing and shopping for branded replicas on Aliexpress and the repercussions of that. The fact of the matter is, there is absolutely no problem in purchasing branded replicas. You should dig in a bit deep as they have a huge assortment. You also can get in contact with the vendor if you have a most popular design that you're unable to search out in their store and they will strive their best to hook you up with one. Like most different sellers on DHgate, they offer one thing called a “wholesale” price as nicely. Which means, if you order multiple piece or one item, they give you a generous discount. They promote some wonderful quality replicas that start at about USD 20 and go up to around USD one hundred fifty. When the true product is made in sweatshops I would not count on the fakes to be of any higher high quality. You should buy superior Chinese replicas on platforms like Aliexpress, DHgate, Taobao, Tmall, Alibaba, Banggood and extra. Of these, the most dependable platform that does international free delivery is Aliexpress and second comes Dhgate. Aliexpress is all about reducing the price they usually do supply free shipping on most of their merchandise. The market is flooded with tens of millions of counterfeit merchandise associated to brands corresponding to Gucci, Louis Vuitton and Dolce & Gabbana. The quality of the garments are excellent and supply affordable costs, and you can see sarees, kurtas, and extra from 100 to five,500 Rupees ($1-$75). You can create your account so that sellers can inform you in the occasion that they deliver to your location. You can discover great products here at low prices (under $35 or over $35). The costs supplied listed beneath are very economical (range from ¡ê1.25- ¡ê52), so those who buy in bulk find an excellent benefit here. On the opposite hand, this site offers the power to make purchases with out creating a profile, and you can buy and promote instantly and shortly. If there weren’t enough Chinese-based websites houses clothing and merchandise, DHgate throws their hat into the ring, too. When you search for key phrases such as “replica” and “knockoff” in Google, numerous websites promoting replicas will seem. We have met some prospects who are looking for the unique factories of name cosmetics in China, they usually hope to buy cosmetics from the unique factories of those brands. This not solely guarantees the quality of cosmetics, but also obtains a cheaper price. China Putian shoes are nearly well-known in China, and it is China’s largest shoe producer. Although brand-name shoes are not as costly as luggage, they're several instances more expensive than replicas. These are top quality jersey replicas that are the actual same. You get replica football shirts which are fairly well-liked on Dhgate. There are lots of Jewellery sellers on DHgate and most of them sell some fantastic looking jewellery. As can be expected, most of those are copied or impressed from the top jewellery manufacturers in the world. The two greatest sellers on DHgate who sell high road model repliacs are Propcm and Vintage Clothing. This seller additionally has another cool equipment for iPhones. Shoes, shoes, shoes… so many replicas on the internet, yet we can't determine if they are going to be as good as the original. Worry not for we now have found a variety of the finest replicas for the highest shoe manufacturers on DHgate. fpweb.ru replica designer clothes There is no ecommerce shop on-line that does higher replicas than DHgate. wikipedia clothes They pride themselves in giving one of the best product high quality, customer support, and supply services. Whether you’re a veteran DHGate shopper or just attempting it out for the primary time, you're certain to get your money’s price. DHgate is where you should purchase branded replica clothes at a fraction of the price. Pleasing your want to be trendy with out costing an excessive amount of. Should the product not be as a lot as snuff, you can get your a reimbursement. In different words, there’s a clear use for replicas in a legal sense after they aren’t marketed as the real deal, nevertheless, that isn’t always the case. Prada, Armani, RayBans, what do all these brands have in common? The worth of a branded bag is usually a number of thousand dollars, but in China you should purchase a replica for a number of tens of dollars. Of course, depending on the material and workmanship, the value of the copy ranges from tens of dollars to hundreds of dollars. The more expensive it is, the extra related it is to the real product. Although it's illegal, the value is really low cost, and the standard of the product is good, which is profitable for small businessmen. Walk round and get them to know your competitors and evaluate them to yourself. After this then you shall be able o know what type of fake designer cloth is on excessive demand.

#replica clothes #replica designer clothes #replica chanel clothes

[delgado22allen]

How To Discover Branded Replicas On Aliexpress 2021

Whether you need them for your self or your prospects, replica clothes could be found with the options and types to match your tastes. A Chinese factory could not realistically copy Edward Green sneakers as a result of the leather quality and development shine via. Most people worry about purchasing and shopping for branded replicas on Aliexpress and the repercussions of that. The reality of the matter is, there is completely no drawback in buying branded replicas. They have the most effective costs and free delivery on a lot of the products. Some retailer house owners on Aliexpress do sell fake products or pretend replicas or unauthorized replicas that are also called manufacturing facility rejects. When you purchase a Louis Vuitton bag, it could set you again by $200. But the reality is, the worth of making that very bag would just be about $20. They worth it high to make it an aspirational product and one thing that folks covet and discover worth with. https://www.fpweb.ru/ Most people purchase very costly stuff for the prestige of it and the way it makes them really feel. Setting up a clothing store is probably certainly one of the favourite choices for many entrepreneurs, especially these excited about style. But, if you would like to open an independent business, you need a supplier like GoodStuffApparel. The page offers many options corresponding to wholesales, many payment alternate options, a 30-day money-back assure, and even an affiliate program for individuals who have websites. You should consider how lengthy you will have the supplier’s cargo to handle the merchandise in your clothing store successfully. The customer support supplied by the supplier must even be of prime of the range. This refers to complying with the times and deliveries, that the merchandise has no harm and that, in this means, the product is delivered in perfect situation. These are prime quality jersey replicas that are the very same. You get replica soccer shirts which may be quite in style on Dhgate. There are plenty of Jewellery sellers on DHgate and most of them promote some fine trying jewelry. As can be anticipated, most of those are copied or impressed from the top jewelry brands on the earth. Should the product not be up to snuff, you may get your a reimbursement. In other phrases, there’s a transparent use for replicas in a authorized sense once they aren’t marketed as the real deal, nonetheless, that isn’t at all times the case. Prada, Armani, RayBans, what do all these manufacturers have in common? Since they opened their DHGate store they've a 94.6% constructive feedback rating with 10,083 profitable transactions. In their third 12 months of selling quality replicas on DHGate, this branded replica clothing retailer has a ninety five.3% positive feedback ranking for over 15,000 transactions. This retailer prides itself in giving shoppers fresh and classy replicas so we may be in season all yr long. Whether it's a wi-fi speaker or a fitness band, a smartwatch or cables and adaptors, you can find the most effective replicas right here. They even promote protective screen masking or tempered glass on your phones. Replica clothing wholesale is popular among folks, however wholesale or promoting replica clothing, there are lots of cons. If you can’t find the exact product for the brand you're in search of, then you can use key phrases to look for the products. A lot of sellers of their particular retailer use a single letter to indicate the brand similar to “P” brand and “G” model which stand for Prada and Gucci respectively. Aliexpress sellers aren’t allowed to promote branded goods of registered manufacturers such as Nike, Adidas, Chanel and so on. So many buyers select to generate income by importing copies from China. Their high-quality replica designer clothes are available a myriad of types, cuts, and designs. If you may be after formal attire embellished with beads or just a informal dress then this is the proper sight for you. If you may be after one of the best site for women clothing then rotita.com is the positioning to visit. With a extensive variety of ladies clothing's ranging from attire, tops, swimwear, jumpsuit, bottoms, and others. And now that I make money, I spend it on those same artists. Studies maintain displaying that piracy can actually increase a consumer purchasing later, and I've undoubtedly found that to be true in my own life. However, in lots of circumstances, the supplies used shall be low cost and inferior to chop costs. Although the platform doesn't permit open gross sales of copies, patrons can still addContent replicas by way of some methods. Most luxury watches use Swiss-origin actions, while replica watches made in China basically use Chinese-made actions. wikipedia clothes Although the motion of the replica watch is inferior to the original one, it does not affect the use of the product. Many manufacturers have foundries in China, which supplies plenty of comfort for making baggage. An brand T-shirt costs a number of hundred dollars, while the value of a duplicate from China is tens of dollars, which is just 10% of the original value.

#replica clothes #replica designer clothes #replica chanel clothes

[skovsgaardbrowning7]

Where To Purchase Replica Designer Clothes Online

I know the in’s and out’s of buying for products from China and in addition know what the most effective Chinese products are. Rolex is a bit onerous to seek out on Aliexpress, especially because of the newest clampdown on replicas. But if you need to discover Rolex replicas on Aliexpress, here’s what to do. Search for KWs like Marine Master Watch and Sea Master watch. Then here’s a easy information that will assist you find luxury manufacturers on Aliexpress. In Alibaba/1688/Made in China, you can search for similar products by importing pictures. Nowadays, technology upgrades are getting faster and quicker, and the manufacturing technology of luggage is getting more and more superior. Raw materials such as hardware, leather-based, and cloth are purchased from the raw material factory. Replicas made in China are low-cost, possibly even 10% of the real ones are not needed. This is not solely due to China’s low-cost labor and abundant raw materials, but in addition because of China’s mature industrial chain. This is obviously to the detriment of the companies themselves, but I would argue that they were feeding off a pretty wacked worth task anyway. The benefit of buying from these platforms is that the platform will shield its on-line transactions. When purchasing through these cross-border e-commerce platforms, the funds won't be immediately transferred to the seller’s account but shall be hosted by the platform. It additionally provides a section for the home where you can see towels, couch covers, and so on. Here, you can see designer sneakers, T-shirts, and sweatshirts you could put on each for sports activities and for dressing casually. However, the icing on the cake has to be AliExpress’s policy on buyer-seller relationships. If you purchase a product, your money is withheld from the vendor till you get the product. But, every manufacturers has robust concepts to guard their brands from copy. So, If the replica business just isn't premitted by brand proprietor, you may get lawsuit. They are the most important suppliers of replica designer clothes in China. This has been promoted by the existence of fine relationships between the manufactures of the clothes and the company. You must dig in a bit deep as they have an enormous assortment. You also can get in contact with the vendor when you have a preferred design that you're unable to seek out of their store and they'll strive their greatest to hook you up with one. Like most other sellers on DHgate, they offer something called a “wholesale” price as nicely. Which means, whenever you order more than one piece or one merchandise, they give you a generous low cost. They sell some wonderful high quality replicas that start at about USD 20 and go as a lot as round USD one hundred fifty. Whether you need them for yourself or your customers, replica clothes may be discovered with the features and kinds to suit your tastes. A Chinese manufacturing unit couldn't realistically copy Edward Green shoes as a end result of the leather-based high quality and construction shine through. Most folks worry about purchasing and buying branded replicas on Aliexpress and the repercussions of that. The reality of the matter is, there's completely no problem in buying branded replicas. You will get your product in about 5-9 business days, and you may monitor it. Unfortunately, Wholesale Clearance is a better device for retailers looking to buy in bulk, since shopping for a single item isn’t an option. wikipedia clothes With that being mentioned, there’s plenty of designer-inspired clothes you can thumb via, purchase, and send off to your personal clients. The first is to use a keyword mixture of the model such as ‘P’ bag for Prada, CC luggage for Coco Chanel, G Bags for Gucci and LV luggage for Louis Vuitton and so forth. But recently DHgate has started clamping down on these abbreviations. However, these websites have found particular niches and are booming in their categories. You don't have any obligation to purchase the product as quickly as you know the value. The backpacks on Dhgate price anyplace from $30 to $100 depending on the backpack. Once researchers knew what materials the clothing had been produced from, further research was carried out to provide patterns for the woven and knitted clothes. https://www.fpweb.ru/ Making clothing much less intimidating and helping you develop your personal style. We welcome those that want to study and those who need to contribute. We aim to foster an environment the place all people feels protected and welcomed and where people feel encouraged to have wholesome and productive discussions. This site provides sportsmen, sportswomen and other clients with the best replica designer sports activities clothing and accessories. The clothes ranges from Bgrade baggage, basketball clothing, tracksuits, scarves & gloves, socks, sweaters, shirts, replica rugby clothes. It ranges from designer tee-shirts to jackets, from tracksuits to sports activities jerseys.

#replica clothes #replica designer clothes #replica chanel clothes

[montoyagonzalez6]

Low Cost Wholesale Replica Designer Clothes Online From China

So it’s completely fine to buy branded replicas and you should have no repercussions. Watches could be one of the most costly purchases in one’s life. If you don’t need to overspend on watches and want to construct up a collection of some good looking watches, then try the most effective replica manufacturers of watches from Aliexpress. The most popular in China are replica clothing, bags, shoes, digital products and watches. Alibaba, Made in China and 1688, as B2B platforms, have numerous replica manufacturers. You are extra probably to discover current producers on these platforms. However, trading by way of personal web site is considerably dangerous, and consumers cannot get any assure after cost. It could be very possible to come across scammers when buying at private web site. However, it is rather troublesome to find a foundry for model cosmetics and do an excellent job in high quality control. My colleague Alice bought a replica of Airpods in Taobao for under 59 RMB. But it appears precisely the same as the original product, and there is no difference at all from the surface. Whether you want them for your self or your clients, replica clothes can be found with the options and kinds to swimsuit your tastes. A Chinese manufacturing unit could not realistically copy Edward Green sneakers as a outcome of the leather quality and building shine via. Most people worry about purchasing and shopping for branded replicas on Aliexpress and the repercussions of that. The reality of the matter is, there may be completely no problem in buying branded replicas. But these two platforms are more trading firms and wholesalers than manufacturers，it’s appropriate for small batch purchasng. To stand out from your rivals will give you an edge over the fake designer clothes market. To obtain this then you should have good evaluations for your products. Good evaluations will make sure that it is possible for you to to win the trust of consumers. When it come to on the lookout for one of the best site to buy wholesale replica clothes, then shopstyle.co.uk ought to be your one cease on-line platform. wikipedia clothes Hi, I’m Ayla Anderson, and welcome to my site Aylatrendguide.com. If you're in search of a user-friendly website, Replica Wholesaler is for you. The platform is simple to use, and you can do your search by typing in your search engine as directing you to the categories. Here you will find the replicas of model name clothing you want at excellent prices and luggage, belts, shoes, and so on. This platform provides replica brands at wholesale costs from $6 in numerous female outfits. You may also be able to know where consumers are buying their merchandise. Finally, you'll have a good idea on what product you should inventory your shelf with. After understanding the place to wholesale pretend clothes, next, I will share some helpful tips of tips on how to wholesale replica clothes. They have the best shirts ranging from kids' shirts, men shirts, Men polo shirts, ladies Blouses & shirts. If not then let me inform you why it is so famous in the UK. It’s hard to search out something you purchase off of Etsy as low quality since a lot of the clothes you’ll discover is made by hand. With an enormous library in replica designer impressed clothing, you should have no downside discovering clothes you’re looking for, among different products. Most of the main world manufacturers have their merchandise manufactured in China. The excessive prices that these companies sell their bags for are due to the worth that the model names add, as the price of production is only a fraction of the sale costs. That said, sellers on DHgate have the know-how and expertise to supply the identical baggage which are bought by huge names and therefore, DHgate does have good replica luggage out there. The best replica website is DHgate arms down, as they've replica baggage, replica footwear, replica clothes and extra. It may be a Chinese-based retailer, however it normally ships to European countries. Don’t let Replica Wholesaler’s website full you, although it seems like a pretend web site. However, when a product is sold as a duplicate, there are minute adjustments in design and model names that circumvent the copyright laws which are in place to guard the big brands. Hence, the replicas available on websites such as DHgate.com are sold as replicas with out the aim of dishonest the purchasers. For Example, an Adidas backpack replica can be listed as “A-D-I-D-A-S backpack”. fpweb.ru replica designer clothes Most of the replicas don’t have the precise logos, however they do have the design and patterns of high manufacturers.

#replica clothes #replica designer clothes #replica chanel clothes