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beansprean · 16 days

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Just a little convo that's been in my notes FOREVER because I meant to use it for something else, but it no longer fit after a while. Gave me a chance to practice painting lol

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ID: 1a. Close up on a side table in Nandor's crypt, laden with a glazed patterned vase, a wooden jewelry box, a line of books, and a single candle on an intricate vintage holder, lit and casting a warm orange glow on its surroundings. From offscreen, Guillermo says, "I've done a lot of thinking, and I've figured it out. I do want to be a vampire...but not for the same reasons I used to." 1b. Wide shot, knees up of Nandor and Guillermo standing facing each other next to Nandor's coffin, lit from the far side by candles. Nandor, wearing a typical tunic under a fur lined cape, stares quietly at Guillermo and idly knocks the knuckles of his left hand against the coffin lid. Guillermo, wearing a violet shirt and tie with red trousers and waistcoat, has his left hand in his pocket and his right placed palm-down on the coffin lid, a few inches from Nandor's. He looks at his right hand as he speaks: "The powers, the sexiness, the cool capes - I mean that's all great but I... I realize I could have all that as a human, too. And I have." 1c. Close up of their hands on the coffin lid as Guillermo's hand slides closer to Nandor's. He continues: "But what I want...what I really want...is to be a vampire..." 1d. Chest up of Guillermo as he looks up at Nandor with a confident smile, back straight, lit warmly by candles. He declares, "So I can stay here with you, forever. As part of this family."

2a. Reaction shot of Nandor, eyes shining as he raises his brows and fights down the happy, wobbly smile that threatens to take over his face. He echoes breathlessly, "With...me?" 2b. Wide shot, waist up of them both. Guillermo looks away with a flustered grin and clarifies, "Uh! Well, you know. With everybody. Nadja, and..." Nandor turns his head away as well, flustered and frowning, and mutters "Right, yes, of course." Guillermo continues, trailing off: "Laszlo..." Nandor grunts "Uh-huh." Their hands are still an inch apart on the coffin lid. Guillermo ventures, "But also..." 2c. Close up of their hands as Guillermo's slides closer again, the tips of his fingers bumping against Nandor's knuckles. Guillermo continues, "Specifically..." 2d. Close up on Guillermo from a slightly higher angle as he looks up at Nandor through his lashes with a shy smile and shining eyes, finally saying, "You." 2e. Reverse shot of Nandor from a slightly lower angle, looking down at Guillermo with open wonder.

3a. Waist up of them both in profile. Guillermo starts to say, "And I know that y-" but is interrupted when Nandor launches forward with his hands on Guillermo's cheeks and pulls him into a kiss. Guillermo's eyes fly wide, perhaps less surprised than he should be, and Nandor's close in something like relief. 3b. Repeat. Nandor's right hand remains on Guillermo's cheek as his left arm snakes around his upper back to hold him close. Guillermo presses into the kiss, opening his mouth to let in Nandor's tongue as his hands creep beneath Nandor's cape. 3c. Repeat. They continue to kiss, heads shifting to the side to allow Guillermo to slip his own tongue into Nandor's mouth. Guillermo has unfastened Nandor's cape and is letting it drop to the floor. Nandor's right hand has plucked off Guillermo's glasses and is holding them aloft as his left tugs at the knot of Guillermo's tie. 3d. Repeat. Nandor shifts his head to deepen the kiss further, right hand tossing Guillermo's glasses carelessly behind him and left curling around the back of Guillermo's neck. Guillermo, tie now loose and top shirt buttons unfastened, presses his left hand to Nandor's chest where his brooch has been removed to allow access to his undershirt. His right hand hovers behind Nandor's head. 3e. Repeat. The kiss finally breaks, but they do not go far, Nandor's left hand still hooked around the back of Guillermo's neck as he turns his head to kiss down his cheek. His right hand pushes Guillermo's vest off his shoulder. Guillermo turns his head into Nandor's, eyes still closed, and gasps out "Mm, you'll...ah..." His right hand is tangled in Nandor's hair and his left deftly snaps open Nandor's belt.

4a. Repeat. Nandor kisses his way down to Guillermo's throat, hands now pulling Guillermo's shirt from his trousers and sneaking his hands underneath. Guillermo arches his neck to allow him room to explore, right hand fisted in Nandor's hair to hold him there as his left slides under Nandor's open tunic front. Smiling with eyes closed in bliss, Guillermo continues, "turn me...after...right?" 4b. Repeat. Nandor pulls back from Guillermo's throat, eyes closed and smiling happily, to let Guillermo press kisses from his cheekbone to the corner of his mouth. Guillermo is pulling Nandor's tunics off his shoulders, the buttons on his undershirt undone and exposing his chest. Nandor's hands are busy at the front of Guillermo's shirt, pulling apart the remaining buttons. Nandor sighs, "Oh, Guillermo..." 4c. Repeat. Nandor fists his hands at the collar of Guillermo's now open shirt to pull him aggressively upwards, looming down on him nose-to-nose with a feral grin. He promises, "During." Guillermo melts and grins helplessly, hearts drifting around his head. /end ID

#wwdits #nandermo #mlm #guillermo de la cruz #nandor the relentless #what we do in the shadows #what we do in the shadows fx #my art #fanart #fan comic #image described #long post

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got-ticket-to-ride · 3 months

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Respectfully imagining Paul Mccartney in a 1950s vintage, lacy, pink nightgown as mentioned here and here.

It happened.

“It wasn’t only the sound that surprised. Paul wore an old pink nightie given to Fred Marsden by his mum to protect his drums; Fred himself wore a railwayman’s tunic; Gerry had George’s leather jacket; George was in a hood; and John blew Les Maguire’s saxophone. He also joined Paul on top of the piano: they lay on their stomachs and leaned over to strike the notes upside down.“

Fanfiction writing itself.

#Paul in a pink dress moodboard #did Mike Mccartney not take any pictures?#Mclennon #can someone photoshop him #I'm joking #no.. really.. please #Paul Mccartney #I'm gonna have a good night sleep thinking about this #The Beatles #gttr-beatles #1961 #John did in fact see him T_T

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telekinetictrait · 8 months

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"I was pretending that I did not speak their language; on the moon we spoke a soft, liquid tongue, and sang in the starlight, looking down on the dead dried world." (We Have Always Lived In The Castle – Shirley Jackson, 1962)

the 1960s were also known as the swingin' sixties, and that name could not be more appropriate. while some other decades had moved towards comfort, the 1960's truly embraced it. some of the youth simply threw on a tunic and stepped into some pants and walked out the door! the popularity of television broadcasted different styles and trends across the country and the world. new materials like acrylics and polyesters were cheap to produce and to buy, and made fashion more accessible than it ever had been. the swingin' sixties brought the youth miniskirts, striped sweaters, the boxy "mod" look, and the bright, fun makeup associated with famous artists like twiggy. some older women tended towards the skirt + suit jacket combination worn by first lady jackie kennedy, but the comfort of the youth was appealing to all ages. beatnik fashion was also popular, with trim black trousers and dark sweaters. in 1964, hairspray was the most popular beauty product on the market – and it showed in the elaborate updos of the era. as the decade drew to a close, the "hippie" style was a popular look among the youth, with loose fitting tops and baggy pants, as well as maxi skirts. many of the hippies incorporated crafts into their fashion, with patchwork and beadings becoming popular.

this is only a very brief summary – the trends and influences of the 1960s are vast and complex, just as the 1960s themselves were. the social revolutions mirrored the revolutions in fashion, and i could write essays about it. but i am tired and i moved in today.

1800’s / 1900-1909 / 1910-1919 / 1920-1929 / 1930-1939 / 1940-1949 / 1950-1959

cc links under the cut!!

see my resources page for genetics

rachel : birksche's pam hair / fuckyeahunbichobolita's valentines dress / laundry day socks / renorasims' not so flat flats

remington : cats and dogs hair / dissia's retro fur coat accessory (tsr download) / get famous outfit / discover university socks / linzlu's 1960's shoes (download here)

rhiannon : buzzardly28's linda hair / needleworkreve's 1960s eyeshadow / gilded-ghosts' simply sweet dress / blueraptorsden’s vintage stockings / paranormal shoes

river : jools-simming's deborah beret / simadelics' curtain call hair / cottage living sweater / linzlu's 1960's pants (download here) / base game stockings / get together loafers

rjúpa : historysims4's 1960's coiffure / needleworkreve's 1960s eyeshadow / nords' retro reboot 60's hoop earrings (tsr downloads) / dzifasims' daisy dress / base game stockings / linzlu's 1960's shoes (download here)

roxanne : simduction's karen hair (updated by cyclopfrog) / fukkiemon's star pin / georgiapeachsims' mod madness makeup / get together outfit / base game bracelets / renorasims' leather wedge boots

ruslana : ravensim's terri hair / needleworkreve's 1960s eyeshadow / cottage living earrings / happylifesims' short one piece with scarf / get famous socks / serenity-cc's back to the sixties shoes

r'veena : kismet-sims' rosemary hair / needleworkreve's 1960s eyeshadow / get famous earrings / mysteriousoo's bright pants + tunic set (tsr download) / jius-sims' flower mary jane pumps

ryan : simduction's twiggy hair (updated by cyclopfrog) / needleworkreve's 1960s eyeshadow / liliili-sims' earrings #19 / marsmerizing-sims' lesley sweater / linzlu's 1960's skirt (download here) / base game stockings / cottage living lace-up heels

rzenia : marsosims' hita hair / brianitesims' nicks sunglasses / paranormal top / huiernxoxo's roxy pants / jius-sims' retro flower boots

thank you to @birksche @fuckyeahunbichobolita @renorasims @dissiasims @linzlu @buzzardly28 @needleworkreve @gilded-ghosts @blueraptorsden @jools-simming @simadelics @historysims4 @nords-sims @dzifasims @simduction @fukkiemon @georgiapeachsims @ravensim @happylifesimsreblogs @serenity-cc @kismet-sims @jius-sims @marsmerizing-sims @marsosims and @huiernxoxo !!

#my sims #sims 4 lookbook #ts4 lookbook #ts4lookbook #sims 4 retro lookbook #ts4 retro lookbook #sims 4 1960s lookbook #ts4 1960s lookbook #223 years #historical #1960s

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the1920sinpictures · 4 months

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1925 c. Purple evening dress in two pieces - the underslip with a plain silk top and the matching tunic to go over it. From Dorothea's Closet Vintage, FB.

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butterfly-winx · 2 years

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✨S3 Ballgowns!✨

Some notes and thoughts

Flora, Bloom and Tecna are wearing what is considered fashion on Eraklyon in the butterfly!verse (loosely 1820-1850s European fashion)

Flora has a crinoline skirt with a relatively short corseted top that is embroidered with flora representing the four seasons. She is rarely wearing yellow, though I think it would suit her immensely and when else would she indulge her princes-ly fantasies than when she is invited to a proper royal garden party? Asymmetry is very big in Eraklyonite fashion, as seen on her sleeves and split skirt (not that that detail is very true to historical fashion)

Bloom continues with a penchant for vintage and vintage inspired as she has managed to rescue a beautiful Eraklyonite gown from a magics charity shop, that just so happens to be a few decades old. As a reference, the empire waistline is very 1800-1810 and would be considered something a bit outdated, and generally seen worn by an older demographic). It’s a nice dress regardless with a lot of pearl and puffy textured rose embroidery (not by thread but little chunks of fabric if that makes sense). Her choker fans out into this 60s inspired gauzy train that floats behind her in the wind.

Tecna is wearing a cropped take on a frock coat with reference to men’s corsetry (though colour choice and embellishments are more Rococo than Romantic). This would mark the first time in the butterfly!verse that Tecna has fully liberated themselves from gender expectations and envy about the confidence the rest of the winx carry their femininity and is embracing more masculine styles of dress (for formal occasions at least). I still wanted the silhouette to be tailored and the garment shiny and embellished as fuck.

Musa is in a Melodean gown that is inspired by Tang dynasty (again more vintage than the current fashion that I tend to put Galatea in, which is Ming dynasty era). The scarf, huadian (forehead paint) and hairstyle are direct period typical references. I imagine this is a summery dress constructed of 4-5 layers of thin silk, giving it a nice fullness and movement while walking and dancing. Musa likes to experiment with intergalactic fashion, on formal occasions she frequently goes back to traditional Melodean styles even in the show, so I didn’t think she’d want to buy a new dress like the rest of the girls.

The two princesses are representing their royal families and have appropriate gowns to match.

Stella is wearing a Selenite design consisting of a plisse-d thin tunic over a dark blue dress beset with jewels to mimic stars on the night sky. The train originates from the shoulder clasps of the tunic and can be attached to her bracelets with the metal brooches fixed to the corner of each piece. (It is one piece per shoulder, not a continuous one). Most of the time Stella is the poster face for the capital, and with that the Rai culture that she more closely relates to, but she does switch it up from time to time - or just does her own thing. On Eraklyon political tension dictates she endears herself with her Selenite heritage to the upper classes, so that’s what she does.

Layla is wearing a “visiting dress” a style of fashion Androsians mimicked based on the fashion worn by the off world people they made first contact with (that just so happened to be people from Manubra 47 3000 years ago). That being said the gown draws from Elisabethan fashion but is meant to be made from fabrics inspired by African handprinted fabrics. Red garnet being Layla’s assigned birth stone, most things she wears are embellished with it. The little wave hairpieces are Layla’s royal heir “crown” that she wears with almost every formal dress in one form or another.

#winx club #winx club redesign #season 3 #season 3 gowns #winx ballgowns #winx stella #winx flora #winx bloom #winx musa #winx tecna #winx layla #winx aisha #locally sourced art

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vintageindianclothing · 2 years

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Anonymous asked: If you do not mind, I would love to hear your thoughts, insights, and analysis of the Indian clothes & ensembles shown in a YouTube video called "London - Commonwealth Fashion Show (1967)" by British Pathé. As well as any other country's traditional clothes in the video, that you may have some knowledge on

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rZYbhTUa47c "London - Commonwealth Fashion Show (1967)"

I love the Pathe reels - bar the commentary! - so thank you for bringing it to my attention.

I think there are a fair few Indian clothes in there, understandable given the country's size and diversity.

A few of the screengrabs are above. The one with a group of women that is numbered is the clearest. Most of the costumes seem to be from North/Western India - basically a tunic, loose trousers or a skirt and a head covering or dupatta. If you go to the end of the video link you can see the costumes more clearly.

1 which is clearer in later parts of the video seems Pahadi/Kashmiri (or is it the Bollywood version of it:). 2 which you can see in one of the screengrabs appears Kutchi, the black and red is quite typical and its a tunic paired with a skirt. 3, the dupatta seems like bandhani but the kurta appears to be paired with a lungi of the sort worn by men in Punjab. 4 is like a ghaghra, in the close up you can see the borla which is a head ornament worn in Rajasthan and Haryana. The top looks like a rabari choli so perhaps its drawing from Rajasthani costume. 5 is a salwar kurta, I thought the dupatta might be phulkari embroidery (Punjab). 6 is a nod to old India, very reminiscent of Shakuntala. 7 I think is from the Northeast - it’s a short, woven sarong but the silver jewellery threw me a bit.

In the staircase pics, you can see saree styles. The conventional Indian style, South Indian, seedha pallu as well as the white saree with motifs which in 1967 would have been a contemporary version of the saree.

Surprisingly there was this silver gown which could easily fit in with fashions today.

The Pakistani ensemble (left) which features heavy gold work was 100 years old at the time. I think the heavy kurta is worn over a chudidar, the dupatta is heavily worked too and a classic red. On the right is an Indian ensemble at the show. Despite the Turkish style trousers and the kaftan style kurta (not visible here but it has gold work), it shares a common language with the vintage Pakistani dress.

Sri Lankan costumes in the video include the saree, western style dress and the osariya. I have a screengrab of the close up of the osariya waist frill as well as the feet jewellery.

The men at the end of the video are in Kandyan costume.

Of the other Commonwealth countries, more than a few had Western styles which I am not covering here. The Nigerian costumes were interesting since they combined Nigerian headgear (gele) as well as costumes with 60′s sillhouettes. It totally piqued my interest so I think I now need to read up more on it!

#tumblr query #pathe #1960s #commonwealth #60s fashion #subcontinent #Sri Lanka #nigeria #vintage costumes

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warwickroyals · 9 months

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90s minimalism: slip dresses, little black dress, tube tops, all things suede and velvet, midi and mini skirts, “metallic” fabrics, slim pants, ballet flats, casual chic, sequin dresses, spaghetti straps, opaque black tights, neutral colours, animal print, plum/navy/chocolate

00s vintage revival: low-rise boot-cut jeans, paisley patterns, Mary-Janes, beads/rhinestones/seashells, aviator sunglasses, tunics and pea coats, capris, babydoll dresses, chunky sandals and flip-flops, floral shift dresses, wedges, jeans under skirts, “boho” maxi skirts and blouses

2010 hipster grunge: NEON, skinny jeans, leather jackets, crew neck stripped shirts, black leggings under EVERYTHING, chevrons and zigzags, booties, “chunky” metallic necklaces, crackle nail polish, lace dresses/blouses, Peter Pan collars, peplums

#warwick.text

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letmewanderinyourgarden2022 · 1 year

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NEW CHAPTER! A LITTLE EARLY. HAPPY NEW YEAR!

I dozed peacefully on a mossy riverbank lulled by the murmur of the lapping water. Lying perpendicular to my companion, my head was lovingly cradled in the midriff of the other, a long finger gently circling across my forehead. My eyes lazily followed the pillowy clouds floating above, in between fleeting winks of sleep.

Contented. . .only to be startled awake by a loud, shrill, staccato tone. Blindsided by the sound, my eyes sprang open. I was confused and disturbed by a crimson world pulsating around me. The companion – gone. As if pulled by an unseen tether, I arose. My fingers plugged my ears to lessen the painful blare. I stumbled forward into the stand of trees lining the bank, drawn to a red light flashing in sympathy with the intense sound. When I reached a clearing, all turned to black.

I violently shook my head trying to banish the insistent beep ringing in my ears.

Shit! The alarm.

Yawning, my hand searched the bed covers for the phone to end the obnoxious sound. I groaned finding I was still dressed from the prior evening. My fists twisted against closed eyelids to dispel the muzziness in my head.

Ugh. . .jet lag. . .Fuck, fuck, FUCK! What time is it?

I sprang from the bed and beelined to the kitchen focusing on the cell screen.

Okay. . .Seven. . .I can do this. . .

I hastily slapped a filter into the basket, dumped in the coffee and turned on the machine. Leaning low to the counter stretching my back, forehead on folded arms, I waited for the machine to stop gurgling, trying to wake up. A competing sound – insistent and close by - drew my attention. Turning my face to peer at the living room’s glass doors, a deluge curtaining the patio made itself known, raindrops bouncing high off the bricked deck. A grimace in resignation at the unexpected glitch spread across my face.

Of course. . .

Standing by the patio doors sipping the much-needed coffee, I rethought my attire for the meeting in light of the uncooperative weather. The reflection of my unruly tresses ghosted in the rain-greyed glass. I mulled over options for taming them into something more professional looking than the spawn of Medusa.

My hair and rain just do not mix. . .

I sighed and wandered back to the bedroom closet, coffee in hand, sliding each hanger along the polished wooden rod selecting pieces to fit my mood.

Almost everything I brought is black. . . how appropriate. . .Black it is, then. Professional. . .yes. . .but perhaps just a bit off center.

Selecting straight-legged pants and a soft, silky tunic from the hangers, I threw them on the bed. Still not satisfied, I spied one of my more durable vintage pieces – a velvet cape-like jacket with a burgundy and gold paisley running through it – and gently placed it with my other choices. The 40’s spectator pumps completed the outfit. I rummaged through my accessories to locate the final pieces – two large, carved rosewood hair combs and dangling garnet earrings.

This will do nicely. All black with a splash of red and a bit of gold.

After finishing my ablutions, I quickly slipped on the outfit, before tackling the hair situation. I gathered the long spirals into a thick ponytail and fashioned a twist, secured with the two combs; two strands liberated at each temple.

Too poufy. . .but it will have to do. Ha, ha! Gibson Girl to go with the jacket. . .If I had more time. . .fuck!

I thought that glamming up a bit might distract from failed hairstyle. Make-up was not something that I ever cared about, even though I did own some basics. I chose to follow my usual path of foregoing any addition, other than a swipe of lip gloss. A bit of scent was called for, though, and I dabbed drops of musky patchouli oil on my wrists and behind my ears.

I think that’s the best I can do, considering. . .

Slipping on the jacket, I checked my phone. It was 8:15. I topped off the coffee and sat nervously on the edge of the couch – waiting. Promptly at 8:30, three metallic taps clacked on the front door. Through the peephole, I observed a pleasant looking middle-aged man slightly rocking back and forth under a large golf umbrella.

I unfastened the chain and opened the door.

“Good morning, Ms. Mott,” he nodded through the streams of water dripping from the tips of the canopy. “I’m Mr. Page’s driver, James. Do you need a few minutes?”

“Hi. . .Yes, just a minute or two.”

He stepped back slightly from the door.

“No – please come in, come in.” I waved him inside. “This weather - ugh. I’ll be quick.”

He moved to just inside the door, leaving the open umbrella resting on its handle on the doorstep. “Typical for this time of year, I’m afraid. Don’t rush, we have time.”

I started to collect my laptop, papers and keys but stopped to turn back to him, puzzled.

“Wait – how does that work? You’re James, right? And he’s James. Ever become a tad confusing?”

“Not anymore,” he said with a toothy smile. “I’m James; he’s Jim or Jimmy, mostly. I’ve been with him for a very long time so it's worked out just fine, but we do have a few laughs about it now and then.”

“Huh. Okay. Ready.” I followed James out the door, under the shield of the huge umbrella, hastening up the stairs to the waiting car. Sheltering me from the downpour, he opened the door and I slid across the back seat. He quickly threw in the umbrella and dove into the driver’s seat to avoid being drenched.

“Not the best welcome for your first full day in London,” he commiserated, glancing at me in the rear-view mirror. “I’ll leave you to your thoughts. Just tap on the glass if you need anything.” The partition closed between us.

James took a route that passed some of the iconic sights of the city. I leaned my head against the window, taking in the London scenery through the raindrops. Hyde Park’s greenery loomed to my left and as we skirted between the boroughs of Mayfair and Soho, Marylebone and Fitzrovia, I wondered what the day would bring. The grandeur of Regency Park and its wrought-iron gates appeared through the rainy mist.

I dug out my Blackberry to confirm that it all was, indeed, real. There it was – the photo – Jimmy hovering at Perry’s shoulder with a sweet, goofy grin and mischievous eyes, silver-white hair loose and flowing. The date and time stamp revealed it was snapped just hours after I ended my January call with “Mr. Hudson.” Its greeting flashed from my phone when I awoke the next morning.

Mmmm. . .that was. . .indescribable. . . And here we are. . .

James cracked open the partition. “We should be arriving shortly, Ms. Mott.”

“Great, thanks, James.” I took a deep breath and nervously bit my lip catching his eye in the rearview. Resting my head against the chilly leather seat, I was lost in the possibilities to come as the car halted at 12 Oval Road, Jimmy’s manager’s office. Thankfully, it seemed the rain had passed.

I started to open the door, but James was quicker. “Ms. Mott, allow me, please. I’ll be waiting here when you’re done, okay?”

“Oh, thank you, James.” I scanned the façade, sighing deeply, “Okaaay. . .here we go!”

“You’ll be fine. See you shortly.”

Perry was waiting just inside the doors. “Jane. How are you this morning?”

“Nervous, Perry, for some reason,” I creaked.

“No need, no need. We’re just on the next floor.”

I followed him up the carved, mahogany stairs admiring the 19th-century features blended into a very contemporary design. “Interesting mix of periods here. . . wow!”

“Yeah, it’s a converted warehouse. They tried very hard to keep what they could.” He swung open a door to reveal a large conference room. A dark-haired woman sat at a long table, flipping through a few papers.

She rose and walked the length of the table to greet me. “Jane. So happy to meet you. I’m Angela. . .Angie, Bill’s staff attorney,” holding out her hand.

“Angie, hi, likewise,” using my most professional handshake. “You’re American.”

“Is it that obvious?” she laughed.

“Well, yeeaah, it is. New York?” I teased. She nodded. Following the normal greeting when attorneys meet for the first time, I continued, “So, where did you go to school, Angie?”

“Uh. . .Columbia, then here for a bit.”

Hmmm. . . I know that tone. Ha!

“Please have a seat, Jane. How about you?”

“Georgetown. . .” I slid into my seat at the center of the table opposite her.

God, I hate that ass-sniffing ritual. . .very tiresome. She seems to hold it in the same regard, though. Ha. Good.

“If you have time, I’d love to talk to you about your school experience in Britain while I’m here. Very interested.”

“I’d love to fill you in. I’ll give you my card. . .Umm, Perry. . .you have everything?”

“Yeah, yeah, I do.” He scrambled to take his seat at the table.

“Okay, why don’t we start with the non-disclosure?” She queried me over her reading glasses.

“Sure.”

“Alright. No changes from the final draft?”

I shook my head.

“Great. Here are two copies.” She placed each side by side in front of me. “Please sign each one. I’ll do the same as Mr. Page’s representative. Perry will witness. We each will have an original execution.”

“Perfect. . .but, uh, can you give me a few minutes?” I unzipped the case and grabbed my laptop. “I just wanna. . .you know. . .not that I don’t trust you or anything, but – “

“Right, understood, of course. . .Perry?” She nodded to the far corner of the room and stood up from the table.

“Oh. . .okay.” He joined her.

“So, what is the plan for. . .” Their conversation quieted as they moved to the end of the table. My focus centered on the screen, comparing it to the documents before me.

What the hell are you doing? This is not at all necessary. . .I know. . .I know. . .it's just a formality. . .but I don’t want any surprises. . .

Once satisfied there were none, I called out to the corner. “Okay, all good.”

The couple retook their seats. “The pens are right there.” Angie indicated a small, ornate box in the center of the table.

I opened it to find crimson fountain pens nestled inside. Unscrewing the cap, I circled the gold nib across a spare bit of paper.

“This is a lovely touch.”

A deep, rich, aquamarine-colored liquid flowed smoothly as I scribbled.

“Very, very nice pen! Definitely no problem recognizing the originals,” I chuckled, “. . .interesting shade of ink.”

I signed and dated each of the agreements and slid them to Perry for his witness. After Angie scrawled her signature, she waived around one of the documents to dry the ink. She folded the papers and slipped them into an envelope, pushing it across the table. I reached to return the pen to the box.

“No, no! Please keep it – a memento. Perry will discuss the remaining details with you. I’m staying on just in case there are any questions.” She turned her focus to Perry.

“Right. . .Jim. . .uh - Mr. Page. . .is currently at Sonning-on-Thames. It’s about an hour’s drive west. He thought it would be an agreeable place to meet. . .it's a little village.”

“It sounds great!” I bubbled like a thirteen-year-old, much to my embarrassment. “Sorry. . .go on, please.”

“We arranged lodging for you at The Bull Inn – lots of history there and Mr. Page would very much like to absorb- “

“Uh. . .Nope, Perry. I believe we discussed this, did we not? This is on my dime. . .or. . .pound or whatever, right? Now, we don’t need to sign something, do we?” I fluttered my eyelids, smiling sweetly.

“Yes, we did and no, we don’t,” he laughed. “I had to try. Soooo, in that event, the innkeepers have offered a very nominal rate for your stay. James will ferry you to Sonning and then back to London in a few days. That will give you a chance to enjoy the village."

I glared at him with somewhat feigned displeasure. “Perry. . . now how is that any different?? Offered and nominal? Isn’t that still – what did you call it – absorbing?”

He remained silent, expectantly, brows raised.

I resisted a bit longer, really not wanting my adventure to be subsidized by Jimmy in any way. But. . .I gave in. “Okay, okay. . .deal.”

“Alright, good. You haven’t made any firm plans as of yet, right?” I nodded. “Mr. Page was hoping that you would arrive later this afternoon, get settled in, and meet with him tomorrow. We’re unsure of the exact time as he has some business calls scheduled. I’ll figure that out and ring you with the time. Is that to your liking?"

“Yes, that is absolutely to my liking. What happens now?"

“James will pick you up around mid-afternoon and get you checked in at The Bull.” He stood, followed by Angie.

Apparently, we’re done. Very painless.

“God, Perry, I am beyond excited!” I hastily stuffed the envelope, the laptop and the pen back into the case, zipping it closed. “Thank you both for everything. Angie, I look forward to our chat and thanks for the. . .uh. . .memento.”

As Angie walked me to the door, her hand grazed my arm as she slipped her business card into my hand. “Jane, that is a great wrap! Is it original?"

"Oh, thanks. Uhh. . .I have a thing for antiques."

"Mmm. . .Beautiful. There are some great shops to check out then while you're here. I'll give a list to Perry for you. I have no doubt you going to have an interesting experience. Have fun. Please do call me when you get back.”

“I will. See ya, Perry.”

James was waiting, as promised, as I flew out of the building’s entrance and down the marble stairs.

“All good?” He asked with a knowing look.

“Way more than good.”

I couldn’t suppress the thoughts of the "interesting experience," as Angie put it, looming over the next few days. Gazing out the window, I saw no landmarks only the possible scenarios I was conjuring. When we arrived at the flat, James and I set the time for the trip to Sonning.

“Thanks, James. See you soon. I can get this - really – don’t get out.”

I sprang out of the car, rushed down the stairs and through the door, hooking up the laptop in record time. Draping the jacket over the back of the chair, I started a quick internet search, googling The Bull Inn, Sonning-on-Thames.

Historic is right, 16th century! Regardless of how it goes with Jimmy, this is gonna be extremely cool. Ha! Like everything so far.

I excitedly investigated the village and environs, finding that Deanery Garden, Jimmy’s home, was right up the road from the Inn. I grinned.

Okaaay then.

After the laptop was back in its case, I twirled to the couch and flopped enjoying a delicious prickly excitement.

I have a few hours to kill. . .may just a tiny shot. . .What the fuck, Jane? . . .It’s only 11 o’clock- in the morning!. . .Yeah, well, it's afternoon US time. . .I definitely need to mellow out or I’m going to go insane. . .I'd kill for a joint. . .Ha!

Reasoning that food would take away the guilt of alcohol mid-morning, I searched the fridge for something appealing. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a blue and white something on the counter. A basket had appeared in my absence, covered with a checkered cloth with a note on top:

Jane – sorry to barge in while you’re out. I dropped off linens and a little treat. Please enjoy! I forgot to mention that Rob and I will be away for a bit. We have friends visiting while we’re gone, so don’t be alarmed if you hear knocking about upstairs. Just in case it’s needed, there is a spare key to your flat in the urn by our front door – a little key box mixed in with the greens. We’ll see you in a couple of weeks. Dinner when we return? Emily

I folded back the corners of the cloth to find fresh scones, clotted cream, and homemade strawberry jam.

Wow. . .so nice of her! And just what I needed. . .ooooh. . .they’re still warm.

I put on the teapot after deciding it was too decadent to pair the scones with whiskey at mid-morning. The late breakfast was divine. As time was becoming short, I hastily poured a shot topping it with a splash of water and sauntered to the closet. I carefully placed my most treasured pieces into the waiting suitcase and bag, along with the deep red velvet tarot bag slipped in among the folds.

Precisely at three, the familiar rapping sounded and I threw open the door.

“James, come in. I’m ready.”

“Ms. Mott.”

“James. . .It’s Jane, please.”

“Right. Let’s get you to the car, Jane,” he said as we grabbed my bags.

Once on our way, he called back through the open partition. “There's lovely countryside along the way. Let me know if you have any questions or want to stop, we’re not on a set arrival time.”

“Thanks. I think I need to do some reading to. . .uhm. . .stay calm, you know.”

“Jane, you’re not going to an execution! Just tap the glass if you need me, okay?” he said as the partition slowly slid shut. I saw the amusement in the eyes looking back at me in the mirror.

I forced myself to focus on the new client prospectuses crammed, last minute, into my laptop bag. Plugging in the flash drive plucked from the first folder, rhythms and melodies raced from the computer through my ear pods. I gazed out the window as we sped by patchwork fields and hedgerows, listening to a sample from the short sets of three new bands seeking representation. They were all good – raucous and driving, but I kept returning to the tight grooves of the yet unnamed southern rock band. “. . .heavy. . .somewhat complex. . .definite blues undertone. . .singer - a plus,” I wrote in the band’s workup. I rewound their set to hear it in its entirety. The opening number’s distorted low-down licks chimed with the cowbell intro of Honky Tonk Women, rough and gritty, followed by the unmistakable opening riffs of Custard Pie.

"You-are-fucking-kidding me," I snorted with laughter, apparently loudly. I looked up to see a chuckling James glancing back at me in the mirror. Grinning, I shook my head, shrugged my shoulders, and resumed noting my impressions of the bands. In no time, the car slowed to a crawl. The Bull Inn, a sprawling dark timber-framed country inn with white-washed walls and gabled, latticed windows came into view. We entered to find a warm and inviting atmosphere - a small reception desk to the right with a cozy bar visible thru an arched entrance in front of me. Peeking into the room's entryway, I found a lovely brick and marble bar lit with stained glass lanterns near a massive brick fireplace with yellow-white flames dancing in its center. The sweet scent of birch wood tinged the air. The only other illumination in the room was the sunlight beaming through the row of tall, paned windows set into the exterior stone wall. Sparkling motes of dust danced in the space between the windows and the tables in the shadows. I was transfixed.

“Jane?” James called from reception.

“Oh, yeah, sorry,” I said as I slowly backed out of the bar, not quite ready to leave, and returned to the desk.

“This is Moira. She and her husband Kirk are the innkeepers. She’ll handle the registration, then I’ll get your bags upstairs.”

“So glad you’re joining us, Jane. Just sign here, after you read thru, and then I’ll take you to your room.”

As we navigated the very steep and very narrow staircase to the next floor, Moira chatted about the things to do and see in Sonning. I turned back to see James attempting to maneuver my large suitcase and bag up the stairs. “God, I’m so sorry, James. . .I didn’t take into account 16th-century stairways when I packed! Can I take that bag??”

“Ha! Not a problem, Jane.”

With bags deposited and the low-down on Sonning received, I closed the door and explored my second temporary residence in as many days. A couch and coffee table were tucked away in an alcove. The bathroom contained a walk-in shower and a very roomy clawfoot tub. As I lifted my suitcase onto the bed, I noticed an ecru-colored square propped against the dark blue pillows. “Jane” was very neatly printed on the front in a now familiar color of ink. I plopped on the bed, grabbed what I realized was an envelope, and turned it over. There I found a dark red imprint. My fingers traced the small dragon raised in the wax. Utterly amazed, I lifted the seal, as sparks of anticipation swirled down my spine. Tucked inside was an ecru note card matching the envelope. As I pulled it out and flipped it over, I found a Gorey pen-and-ink overlaid on the front.

Wow! How could he possibly know that?

Gorey was a favorite of mine. Many of his books were tucked into my bookshelves at home. On the face of the card was drawn a woman, adorned with a wild hat of large snaking black lilies, dancing through a maze of tall drapes with a man garbed in white. When I opened the card, flowing penmanship in the same rich aquamarine was revealed.

Hello, Jane~Let’s meet tomorrow at half noon, shall we? The Inn’s Hidden Garden is quite a lovely place to chat. Moira or Kirk will show you the way. We will have the garden to ourselves for your “brain-picking” session. I look forward to meeting you.

Till then ~ J.

Collapsing into the pillows, I giggled until I was breathless unable to contain my joy! I was certain it could be felt by everyone in the vicinity.

Oh my god. . .he is too much!! He took the time to write me himself. . .and the ink! Ha! I must ask about that! And Gorey - what the fuck? But how very sweet and so very. . .personal. Not typewritten on JP letterhead! And the seal. . .my, I think it's. . .definitely going to be an adventure.

Unbeknownst to me at the time, in the bar directly below, the writer was secreted in a far dark corner. He had decided to observe my arrival from afar and now pondered the possible effect of his note in the room above. Sipping his tea, he glanced up at the beams. As a slight shiver twitched across his shoulders, he half-smiled into his cup; my mirth apparently had sought him out, found him, and made its presence emphatically known.

[BTW - I don't profess to be an artist - so my apologies to those of you who are 😊 And yes, Jane does have hands and facial features 😁]

CHAPTER LIST https://www.tumblr.com/letmewanderinyourgarden2022/701210499738714112/chapter-list-let-me-wander-in-your-garden?source=share

@firethatgrewsolow @foreverandadaydarling @laluxea @lzep @sassybouquetrunaway-universe @jimmysdragonsuit13 @jenyj89

#jimmy page fan fiction 2022 #jimmy page #zoso #jimmy page fanfiction #silver fox jimmy #old man jimmy #led zeppelin fanfic #let me wander in your garden-chapter five #lmwing 22 #let me wander in your garden 2022

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susoriginals · 11 days

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Vintage 1960s 70s Black Tunic Top Multi Color Embroidered Pullover Women's Small Angel Wing Sleeve Hippie Boho Music Festival Only $16

#vintage tunic top #1960s tunic top #1970s tunic top #embroidered tunic top #black tunic top #angel wing sleeve top #hippie boho top #music festival top #vintage clothing #susoriginals #vintage #etsy #womens vintage

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dontyoutrytocalmmedown · 28 days

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saladandballads: Vintage 1960s handmade mod boat neck pink and white polka dot sleeveless tunic top with adorable pink bow. I have had this since I was 15 lol.The softest cotton. Wear is as pictured

#alexandra savior #depop

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beansprean · 1 month

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A mini comic for "Your Biggest Fan" by @phasmama (part 1 of ?)

I just love comic-fying fics idk!! why dont u commission me about it

(ID in alt and under cut)

ID: 1a. Knees up of Guillermo, wearing brown chinos and a short sleeved peach shirt unbuttoned to his chest, sitting down heavily at the edge of his cot beneath the stairs. He looks flushed, sweaty, and tired, elbows planted on his knees as he slumps forward with a heavy sigh, holding something in his dangling hands. His phone is laying face up on the bed nearby. A small icon in the top left corner reads '82 degrees Fahrenheit', which is about 28 degrees Celsius. 1b. Close up of Guillermo's hands as they shift to reveal what he's holding: a vintage folding fan with a brassy silver-tipped guard inlaid with pink rose patterns. He holds it closed, one hand on either end, a riot of colors on the folded leaf suggesting an intricate pattern within. 1c. Repeat. Guillermo flips the fan open with the rivet in his right hand to reveal the design within: an intricate painting of people in robes and dresses standing in front of a series of columns and statues. 1c. Zoom out to wide shot; waist up. Guillermo tips his head back, eyes closed, and smiles in bliss as he fans himself, little swirls of blue snowflakes indicating the cooling effect. 1d. Repeat. The phone sitting on the bed beside him suddenly lights up, a red alarm-clock-shaped icon springing up with a loud ring, reading 'back to work!' Guillermo opens his eyes and frowns, irritated. In a swift motion, he snaps the fan closed and swings it around to tap at the screen, turning the alarm off without looking.

2a. Chest up of Guillermo at 3/4 angle as he slumps over with another heavy sigh, eyes closing as he begins to sweat and flush again from the heat. His right hand holds the closed fan up idly near his face. 2b. Extreme close up of Guillermo's mouth as he absently touches the tip of the fan to his lower lip, pressing into the pink flesh. 2c. Reverse shot, wide, Guillermo in profile in the foreground and the curtain to his room beyond. It is yanked open suddenly to reveal Nandor standing beyond, wearing a brass colored tunic and sleeveless fur overcoat and posed with one hand on his hip. He shouts imperiously, "Guillermo!" and prepares to give orders. Guillermo doesn't even flinch at the intrusion, just blearily opens his eyes halfway with the fan still pressed to his mouth.

3a. Waist up of Guillermo at 3/4 angle as he rolls his head up to look at Nandor with an expectant frown, closed fan held up in his right hand. 3b. Waist up of Nandor at a diagonal angle, background all black with a white starburst of shock as Nandor stares down at Guillermo, frozen and gray, with wide eyes and a slack jaw. 3c. Wide shot, shoulders up of Guillermo in profile in the foreground, Nandor knees up in the background. Guillermo looks at him with half-open eyes, closed fan poised in front of his face and a question mark drifting around his head. Nandor continues to stare with the largest eyes possible, frozen in place with one arm still outstretched to hold the curtain aside. 3d. Repeat. Nandor finally snaps out of it and swings his free arm up to point accusingly at Guillermo, shouting angrily, "What are you doing with that, Guillermo? That is not a toy for naughty familiars to be playing with!" Guillermo opens his eyes fully and looks down at the fan in surprise.

4a. Shoulders up of Guillermo staring in surprise at his open hand as Nandor quickly snatches the fan from him. 4b. Waist up of Nandor from Guillermo's POV as he leans away, holding the closed fan in his right hand and hiding it protectively behind his left cheek. He stares wide eyed and flustered down at Guillermo and whines, "This is very special, given to me by the Queen of Laszlo's homeland! 4c. Waist up of them both in profile as Guillermo stands from his bed, rubbing sweat from his cheek with a forearm. Nandor takes a step back in alarm, still holding the fan protectively out of reach. Guillermo says, "I'm sorry, Master. I shouldn't have touched it. What did you need my help with?" 4d. Repeat. Nandor calms and straightens up, looking away nervously as he replies, "Oh! Yes. I would like to have a cooling bath. Come attend me. Guillermo slumps again and sighs, obediently responding "Of course, Master." 4e. Later; full body of Nandor lounging in an old fashioned brass tub filled with ice water on a hazy green background. The tub seems much too small for him; he is sitting up with his elbows perched on the far end and his left leg bunched up in front of him, knee poking out from the water. His right leg is fully extended and hanging over the edge of the tub. Nandor's hair is gathered up in a messy bun and he is holding the fan in his right hand, staring at it thoughtfully as he opens and closes it with a thumb. /end ID

#wwdits #nandermo #your biggest fan #fic rec #guillermo de la cruz #nandor the relentless #mlm #what we do in the shadows #what we do in the shadows fx #my art #fanart #fan comic #image described

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kk-dirge · 7 months

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story of seasons ; trio of towns player and marriage candidate model file guide (body)

(copy/paste from cohost so i can reference it here / if others are interested)

Because the player and marriage candidates have their models in the same category, why not just. throw them together. surely this won't be immensely painful :clueless:

Files are located in chara/model/avatarbody , starting with b_ in BCH format

Sidenote: Names are taken from the Fogu guide, please refer to that for image reference based on name! Also, despite naming terms, player clothes are not genderlocked!

'why is there a (liked by inari) on some of these' because i need to also remember which of these will get the fox to smooch me next question. Speaking of Inari though, Inari is not included here as their models are located at ch_334 as an all-in-one model.

Long under the cut!

Player clothing

b_000_00 : Farm boy style

b_001_00 : Farm girl style

b_002_00 : Boy's overalls

b_003_00 : Girls overalls

b_004_00 : Suspenders

b_005_00 : Bluejean overalls

b_006_00 : Blue jimbei

b_006_01 : Green jimbei

b_007_00 : Eastern farmer

b_008_00 : Reed cape wear

b_009_00 : Kimono and apron

b_010_00 : Saotome Sunday best

b_011_00 : Eastern cook uniform

b_012_00 : Wild farmer

b_013_00 : Work clothes

b_014_00 : Red tribal tank top

b_014_01 : Blue tribal tank top

b_014_02 : Casual tank top

b_015_00 : Work shorts

b_016_00 : Deerskin cape

b_017_00 : Green streetwear

b_018_00 : Kung-fu farmer (liked by inari)

b_019_00 : Vintage v-neck dress

b_020_00 : Short cheongsam

b_021_00 : Aqua skort

b_021_01 : Plum skort

b_022_00 : Wild west gunman (liked by inari)

b_024_00 : Cowboy outfit

b_025_00 : Cow-pattern vest

b_026_00 : Cowgirl wear

b_027_00 : Bluejean skirt

b_028_00 : Knickerbockers

b_029_00 : Checkered vest

b_030_00 : Green cardigan

b_031_00 : Gilet vest

b_032_00 : Polo shirt

b_033_00 : Apron skirt

b_034_00 : Orange plaid dress

b_035_00 : Apron dress (liked by inari)

b_035_01 : Apron flower dress

b_036_00 : Long apron dress

b_037_00 : Blue boy's yukata

b_037_01 : Red boy's yukata

b_039_00 : Kabuki style

b_040_00 : Red haikara schoolgirl

b_040_01 : Green haikara schoolgirl (liked by inari)

b_041_00 : Archery uniform

b_042_00 : Blue girl's yukata

b_043_00 : Pink girl's yukata

b_044_00 : Striped kimono

b_045_00 : Violet apron skirt

b_046_00 : Farmer's tank top (liked by inari)

b_047_00 : Tropical tank top

b_048_00 : Green poncho

b_049_00 : Arabian nights

b_050_00 : Resort casual

b_051_00 : Luau boy

b_052_00 : Tube top

b_053_00 : Luau girl

b_054_00 : Pink poncho

b_055_00 : Sunshine tunic

b_055_01 : Deep-sea tunic

b_056_00 : Blue camisole

b_057_00 : Kilt wear

b_058_00 : Yellow sweater

b_059_00 : Blue skirt and vest

b_060_00 : White jacket

b_061_00 : Suit coat and tie

b_062_00 : Blue riding clothes

b_062_01 : Red riding clothes

b_063_00 : Brown waistcoat

b_064_00 : Steampunk coat

b_065_00 : Noble waistcoat

b_066_00 : Puffy flower skirt

b_066_01 : Poffy polkadot skirt

b_067_00 : Classic stewardess

b_068_00 : Elegant dress

b_069_00 (nice) : Cream dress

b_071_00 : Blue raincoat

b_072_00 : Buttondown dress

b_073_00 : Prairie dress

b_074_00 : Steampunk dress

b_075_00 : Modern kimono

b_076_00 : Green merchant wear

b_077_00 : Yellow merchant wear

b_078_00 : Grey samurai kimono (liked by inari)

b_078_01 : Green samurai kimono

b_079_00 : Eastern priest outfit (liked by inari)

b_080_00 : Snow pattern kimono

b_081_00 : Flower pattern kimono

b_081_01 : Scale pattern kimono

b_082_00 : Girl's hanbok

b_083_00 : Mini-skirt kimono

b_084_00 : Travel kimono

b_085_00 : Green hoodie

b_086_00 : Ethnic style

b_087_00 : Boy's resort wear (liked by inari)

b_088_00 : Hupil

b_089_00 : Tropical pareo

b_090_00 : Beach bikini

b_091_00 : Athenian style dress (liked by inari)

b_092_00 : Emerald sundress

b_092_01 : Ruby sundress

b_095_00 : Blue and green outfit

b_096_00 : Wild rocker wear

b_097_00 : Pink nordic dress

b_097_01 : Blue nordic dress

b_098_00 : Alpine dress

b_099_00 : Gothic dress

b_100_00 : Ruby cheongsam

b_100_01 : Sapphire cheongsam

b_101_00 : Snow coat

b_101_01 : Also snow coat

b_102_00 : Vampire cloak

b_104_00 : Pumpkin dress

b_105_00 : Knight's armor (blue, doesn't appear on the fogu list?)

b_105_01 : Knight's armor

b_106_00 : Clown suit

b_106_01 : Also clown suit

b_107_00 : Oak tree town boy

b_108_00 : Oak tree town girl

b_111_00 : Ninja garb

b_113_00 : Kunoichi garb

b_114_00 : Red hakama (liked by inari)

b_115_00 : Smith's outfit

b_117_00 : Boy's happi coat

b_117_01 : Girl's happi coat

b_123_00 : Chef's uniform

b_124_00 : Butler's uniform

b_126_00 : Super maid's uniform

b_127_00 : Cat costume

b_127_01 : Also cat costume

b_128_00 : Dog costume

b_128_01 : Also dog costume

b_129_00 : Bear costume

b_129_01 : Also bear costume im not fucking writing the rest im tired . skipping to the marriage candidates for now

Bachelors

b_200_00 : Wayne

b_201_00 : Ford

b_202_00 : Yuzuki

b_203_00 : Hinata

b_204_00 : Ludus

Bachelorettes

b_300_00 : Lisette

b_301_00 : Komari

b_302_00 : Kasumi

b_303_00 : Iluka

b_304_00 : Siluka

#shut up zin #trio of regions #<- thats this projects tag #sos tot #trio of towns

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