Billie Eilish in Gucci at the 2022 Met Gala // Madame Paul Poirson by John Singer Sargent, 1885
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Dijkstra: You want to help? Go back to sucking on the royal teat until you're just drunk enough to forget this terrible tragedy. And keep your mouth shut. Because, next time, it could be your head in a box.
Radovid: Okay but, when you're saying 'royal teat', does that include other ranking nobles?
Dijsktra: What?!
Radovid: Well, the Queen just died, obviously; and technically, the only other royal left besides myself is my brother, and that'd be just weird... And I really can't suck on my own teat! So, would, say, a Viscount - especially one that has tits so spectacular they'd deserve their own Kingdom, and would make any Crown Prince blush - be considered 'royal enough', hypothetically speaking, in that scenario?
Dijkstra: *Pinching the bridge of his nose, mumbling.* Just... get out of here.
Radovid: *Sets out to go maliciously comply with the assignment.*
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△ how do you think you will die? (directed at the oc you feel like answering this for!)
Sorry for the delay!! As sometimes happens with things given an option I uhhhh. Wrote four versions of this after getting home from work last night. I'll give you the one with the highest final distress rating!
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“How will I die?” Kasander cocks their head, chewing at their lip. Idly, their hands play with the hem of their tabard in their lap. “I mean, I don’t really know! There are a lot of ways to die, and I’ve already gone through a few of them! Like, you’re asking for the last one, right? One I won’t come back from? Ah, I guess it’s kinda hard to picture… Once you’ve bled out a few times it kinda kills the imagination!”
A light laugh, which dies off as they notice that you aren’t laughing. Their picking at the embroidered hem intensifies. The frayed gold threads have already been worried well past their limit, but somehow Kasander finds ways to split them further. The tailor of the heroic garment would surely weep to see its mistreatment.
“I guess like… what are you asking? When I’m gonna be alone? When no one’s gonna want to bring me back? When Shadowheart’s gonna die?” The feverish final note is cut short as the fabric in their lap is twisted so sharply that they jump, staring at their own hands in confusion. They relax slowly, but even when they turn back to you the way they still watch themself, untrusting, is plain to see.
“Um… I guess, like, since that’s the question, I guess maybe I could… get sick? Or maybe one of these cultists is gonna get us, some time. I don’t know. There are a lot of ways, right? I don’t think I’ve got any good ideas.” They sigh loudly, flopping back onto the ground with arms spread wide. The tabard hem is released once more from its torment.
“I’m not any good at this,” they groan, muffled now by the angle. “I don’t have any idea, sorry.”
They lay there, stewing, and the awkward pause drags on long enough that you’re painfully aware of the papery rustle of leaves and thin buzz of late afternoon insects. Somewhere in the distance an argument is happening over the campfire, the words floating across your senses as the quiet between you and Kasander drags on. Finally, they shift on the ground, sighing again: quiet, without theatrics.
“Does it really matter anyway?” Their voice is so soft the words are only half-distinct. “I mean, you wouldn’t know. But none of it sticks. Maybe you’re stuck with me forever.
“Maybe some people don’t get to leave.”
[9/10, deeply uncomfortable. They’ve already been denied death on their own terms.]
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babe so remember the old friend with Indian bf that i wanted her to break up with (they did so glad) anyways so we used to be the very first only jjk fans in gc and these days we rarely talk but today I checked she replied to my last test last monday and this was her final verdict
mind you this is the same person who was sobbing during gojo vs sukuna because she was scared gege would kill him
it is SO GOOD to know she is gaining some brains and focusing on the important things in life (polyamorous gay fictional people)
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Not to start discourse in the fashion community, but Lewis’ mom ate him up at his knighthood ceremony and I will die on this hill.
The ruffled victorian blouse, the(maybe Chanel?) tweet jacket, the Dior handbag, with the gold hardware matching the details on the jacket
She ate and left no crumbs!
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