#(unless its formal attire)

[2chiribitas]

texting

[hoe4hotchner]

Hi there! Can you write some HotchxColonelReader?! Like the Team comes by morging and sees Hotch, Strauss, Rossi and a woman from the army discussing something at Hotch's office about a case. Then, then discovery that THAT is the Hotchs' wife?! Sorry about my english. :) And Thank yoouuuuuuu!! I love all your work!!!

Absolutely!!! This was so much fun to write, and such a different prompt to what I usually get 🫶 Don't worry about your english ;) i'm not a native speaker 💕😘

Reverence | [A.H]

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: 𝘈𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘯 𝘏𝘰𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘹 𝘔𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘊𝘞: 𝘔𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘨𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘱, 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘺𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘤𝘴, 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘳, 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘥𝘺𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘤𝘴 𝘞𝘊: 1𝘬

           The early morning haze clung to the bullpen, and the rhythmic hum of coffee machines mixed with the muffled clicks of keyboards as the team settled into their desks. The quiet lull of routine was only broken by Morgan’s curious gaze as he caught a glimpse of Hotch’s office from across the room. The blinds were open, revealing an unusual scene - Hotch, Strauss, Rossi, and an unfamiliar woman standing together in what could only be described as a tense, closed-door meeting. The three agents looked on edge compared to her.

           “Hey,” Morgan called out quietly, his voice low with intrigue as he nodded toward the glass window. “What’s going on in there?”

           JJ glanced over from her desk, noticing the woman in uniform standing alongside the senior agents. Her sharp, tailored military attire contrasted starkly against the office's corporate formality. The woman exuded authority; her posture was stiff, shoulders back, chin raised with the kind of self-assurance that comes from years of commanding subordinates.

           “Who is she?” JJ whispered, leaning forward. “She looks like she’s ready to bark out several orders any second now.”

           Morgan folded his arms across his chest, eyebrows raised in amusement. “Definitely military or marines. Look at that posture. You don’t stand like that out of free will unless you’ve seen action.”

           Reid, already drawn into the mystery woman, was fidgeting with the edge of his sweater trying to piece the puzzle together. “Maybe she’s part of an interagency collaboration? It could be something related to national security.”

           As the team watched, the woman turned slightly, her profile sharp and no-nonsense. Her movements were measured, and deliberate - every inch of her seemed to be about precision and control. Even though they were observing her through glass, it felt like her presence dominated the entire office.

           They didn’t have long to speculate before the door to Hotch’s office clicked open. Strauss emerged first, her usual expression in place as she nodded to the agents, followed by Rossi, who sported his signature knowing grin with a quick wink. But it was the woman who truly commanded attention as she stepped into the bullpen. The clack of her polished boots against the floor was precise, each step purposeful and calculated. Her uniform gleamed under the fluorescent lights, the medals and badges catching the glint of rays from the morning sun through the windows. She held her head high, her gaze sweeping the room like a hawk surveying its territory.

           Morgan straightened in his chair as she walked past, eyes wide with respect. “She’s definitely not here for pleasantries.”

           Before anyone could add another word, the woman stopped, her sharp gaze locking onto the team. It wasn’t just a glance - it was the kind of stare that felt like being x-rayed. The whispers, the subtle looks, the quiet gossip - they hadn’t gone unnoticed. Her lips pressed into a thin line, and with a swift motion, she crossed her arms over her chest, her gaze narrowing.

           The air in the room shifted instantly as she addressed them. Her voice, though calm, carried the unmistakable weight of authority. “Is there something you’d like to share with the class?”

           The team froze. Her tone wasn’t loud, but it was firm, resonating with the controlled power of someone who was used to giving orders. It sliced through the air like a knife, leaving a lingering tension in its wake. JJ’s mouth opened slightly, Morgan leaned forward, and even Reid looked uncharacteristically startled.

           “No, ma’am,” they responded in unison, almost instinctively. The words tumbled out, a reflex to the command in her voice. It was as if, for a brief moment, they were recruits in boot camp being called to attention.

           Her eyes lingered on them for a moment, assessing, before a flicker of amusement danced across her features. Her posture remained as strict as before, but there was the faintest hint of a smirk at the corner of her mouth. She nodded once, satisfied with their response, then turned her attention back to Hotch, who stood quietly in the doorway of his office.

           “I’ll be returning to base,” she said, her voice noticeably softer, though still firm. She gave Hotch a look that lingered just a fraction too long for it to be strictly professional.

           “Thank you for coming by,” Hotch replied, his tone warm but restrained. There was something different about the way he spoke to her - his usual clipped authority was replaced by an almost imperceptible tenderness.

           “Of course,” she replied, a small smile tugging at her lips. Then, her voice dropped into something far more intimate. “Aaron.”

           The use of his first name hung in the air, so casual, so familiar, yet it sent shockwaves through the team.

           JJ’s eyes widened. “Did she just call him Aaron?”

           Morgan’s jaw nearly dropped. “Hold up. Did she just—?”

           The woman didn’t wait for their reactions. With a brisk turn, she walked out of the office, her boots echoing down the hallway as she left, her military bearing never faltering. It was only after the door had swung shut behind her that Rossi, who had been watching the whole thing with barely concealed amusement, let out a chuckle.

           “Looks like the cat’s out of the bag,” Rossi said, crossing his arms as he leaned against a desk in the bullpen. “That, ladies and gentlemen, is Hotch’s wife.”

           The team stared at him, slack-jawed.

           “His wife?” JJ managed, her voice unbelieving.

           “Colonel actually,” Rossi clarified, eyes twinkling with mischief. “She’s been in the army for years. Taught Hotch everything he knows about being strict.”

           “She’s tougher than Hotch,” Morgan added, still trying to wrap his head around the revelation.

           “Way tougher,” Rossi said, winking at the team.

           “That was… something else.” Emily managed to say through her disbelief.

           They turned to look at Hotch, before he returned to his office, his expression unreadable as he resumed his work. For a brief second, though, as his gaze flicked toward the team, they could see the faintest smile - a private, almost imperceptible curve of his lips.

           “You never asked,” he said simply, allowing a rare smile to tug at the corners of his lips before turning his attention back to his office and paperwork, leaving the team still gaping.

[tanuki-kimono]

hello!

to start off, i just wanna say that i love your blog and it has been a wonderful archive and resource for kimono and japanese fashion history!

on that note, i was wondering if you happen to know about these tight sleeves worn by the main characters on jidaigeki? (circled in red)

someone on reddit suggested that it could be a strip of sarashi wrapped around the arm, while this ask here said it could be a juban with its long sleeves bounded tightly (they did provide a link which is now unfortunately no longer available).

i was just wondering which is correct, and if these sleeves are historically accurate?

thank you! ☺️

Hi! Thank you for your kind words <3

Well technically one could use fabric strips to wrap arms (and legs), but it's dubious this would have been done unless you were a rag-wearer of some kind. This is inconceivable in a formal setting (first pic), and for well-off samurai (second pic).

To my knowledge, juban would not have been used like this either. Wrapping them would have looked wonky and felt uncomfortable considering juban tailoring.

Arm wrappers are in fact a whole category of "traditional" clothing, and generally called 手甲 tekkou, which designates any mittens-like arm bracers, tied with strings and/or kohaze clasps.

Variations existed:

in length, for example 半手甲 wrist to elbow / 長手甲 wrist to upper arm often tied together on the bust

with or without part covering backs of hands, coming in different shapes and styles, attached or not with a loop around middle finger (山付き手甲, 手甲付き手筒).

Similar attire existed for legs, in form of gaiters/leg warmers called 脚絆 kyahan.

(find more, including another "sexy" kyahan pic, and how to put them on here)

As a side note, vocab around mitten-like clothing can be confusing:

手甲 Tekkou, is the generic term for anything covering the arms and hands, including gauntlet/armored ones (which I know under the term 籠手 kote)

But you can also find the word 腕貫 udenuki = arm tube, which can made from several materials like rattan/bamboo (worn under sleeves to keep fresh during summer, or above them to protect sleeves when writing with a brush), or made from fabric (and used for warmth, to keep dirt away, etc. Also called 腕袋 udebukuro)

Nowadays, both tekkou and kyahan are still super common sight during matsuri, as they are part of the attire of mikoshi bearers and taiko drumers (see this shop here and here):

Hope this helps :)

[yourlocaltrashcan657]

Ball in Sina

WARNING: mild spice scene at the end.

“A gathering in Mitras?” Levi asked as he grabbed his tea cup. “No chance.”

“When you’re from a place like the Underground, you don’t really get opportunities like this.” Y/N said. “It’s still a no though, Erwin.”

“There’ll be a great impact if both of you arrive. Humanity’s Strongest Soldiers arriving at a fancy party of higher ups will be good for the Survey Corps.” Erwin explained.

“It’s a fancy gathering, we have no interest in these things.” Levi muttered as he looked at his twin sister.

”Most of its going to be those Unicorn Pricks and that one Drunk Garrison guy.” Y/N said. “Unless we’ve been invited we’re not going.”

Just as Y/N said that, Erwin pulled out a letter from his right pocket and opened it up. Clearing his throat he began to read out a section of the fancy handwriting on the paper.

“You are allowed to bring one guest with you, whether it be a friend, partner or an acquaintance.” Erwin quoted before looking at the duo.

”That means only one of us is going.” Y/N said before leaning against the wall behind her.

”Hange also received an invitation, not so sure why..” Erwin explained, mumbling the last bit. “Hange already decided to take one of you so that all four of us can come.”

”Can’t Mike go with you?” Levi asked as he sipped on his tea.

”He’s busy with paperwork and so is Nanaba, and Gelgar, along with all of the other Captains…” Erwin mumbled. Suddenly Hange bursted into the room with the same letter in her hands.

”GOOD AFTERNOON! Hello Erwin, Y/N and Levi!” Hange happily said as she waved the letter in her hands.

”Good afternoon Hange.” Erwin formally greeted whereas the two Ackerman siblings stayed sat down, silently.

”Has Erwin told you about the invitation?” Hange asked happily.

”Yes, he has Hange.” Y/N answered causing Hange to grin mischievously. “Now we’ll just have to choose partners, but honestly I don’t care who I’ll end up with.”

”I’ll go with Levi!” Hange happily said as she turned towards him. “Hey Levi did you know-“

”No. Shut up.” Levi quickly said, shutting Hange from blabbering.

”That means you and me Y/N.” Erwin said. “It’ll be a party in Mitras so we’ll have to be formal. The party will take place next week on Sunday, a carriage will arrive at roughly 5 o’clock so we should arrive in half an hour. Any questions?”

”Just one. How did Hange get an invitation but Humanity’s Strongest Soldiers didn’t?” Y/N asked.

”I.. do not know that.” Erwin said as the trio looked at Hange, awaiting for an answer.

”Why’re you looking at me for?! I didn’t think I’d get invited to Mitras either, okay?!” Hange exclaimed.

As the week went by, eventually the time came for when the four higher ups would travel together for the party. Erwin wore a dark royal blue suit with a red tie. Levi wore his iconic black suit and stood beside Erwin in his office.

”Do you know when Y/N or Hange will be coming.?” Erwin asked as he checked the time awkwardly.

”No.” Levi bluntly said.

Suddenly the door opened and revealed the two scouts, dressed in their formal attire. Hange had worn a suit as well, claiming the suit looked to fabulous and had to be shown off. Y/N wore a black dress which flowed nicely as she walked towards them. (You can decide what it looks like)

”I-is everyone ready?” Erwin said as he quickly looked away from Y/N.

”Let’s get going already.” Levi said as he got up and saw the fancy carriage outside of the building. “The carriage is here too.”

Quickly rushing out of the building and into the carriage, they sat down and set off to Mitras. The journey was long so Erwin began to talk with Levi about upcoming expeditions whilst Hange mentioned her Titan experiments and theories to Y/N. Soon, the carriage arrived in Wall Sina, right in front of the very building in which the grand hall was located.

Stepping out the carriages, Erwin helped Y/N out like the gentleman he was before offering his arm for her to hold onto, in which she accepted.

”You look quite stunning today.” Erwin whispered in her ear as they walked slowly.

”Thanks you, you look rather… nice.” Y/N mumbled as she walked beside him. Walking into the hall, to the side was a large table in which expensive food was laid out along with sweet dishes and other grand things. There were multiple round tables which could fit up to 8 people and in the middle of the hall was nothing for it was space for guests to dance with one another, whilst a band played music in the corner of the hall.

”When you said it was fancy.. I didn’t expect this Erwin.” Y/N confessed as her hands fell to her sides.

”This is Wall Sina I guess. Even I didn’t expect it to be this luxurious.” Erwin said as he looked around before meeting eyes with Nile.

”Oh great, the thin moustache bastard..” Levi muttered under his breath.

”You’ve met him before?” Hange asked quietly for once. “You must know how much of a pain he is then.”

“I have but Y/N hasn’t, he’s a real dick alright.” Levi mumbled before turning away. “Shit, he’s coming towards us.”

”Erwin, good to see you.” Nile said as he reached out to shake Erwin’s hands. “Glad you could make it.”

”Happy to be here, Nile.” Erwin replied as he shook his hand. “Who’d you bring with you?”

”Oh just a cadet from the Military.. I see Captain Levi is with you.” Nile said as he frowned at Levi glaring at him.

”Actually he’s Hanges partner for tonight. Tonight I brought along Y/N, she’s Levi’s sister.” Erwin said as he placed an arm on he back.

”Good Afternoon.” Y/N said as she looked towards Nile and reached out to shake his hand. Blush evidently spread across Nile’s face once he saw Y/N but quickly took her hand and kissed the knuckles of her soft hands. Disgusted, Y/N slowly pulled her hand back and wiped it against the back of her dress. Erwin’s calmer look was much more annoyed as he stared at Nile, wondering what he was doing.

”We haven’t met before as it seems.” Nile said as he smiled at Y/N. “It’s nice to meet you Y/N. If you hadn’t heard already, I’m the Commander of the Military Police.”

”Nice to meet you too, we’ll see you later I suppose.” Y/N said as she looked at Erwin who simply smiled at her and looked towards Nile.

”We better take our seat now, shall we?” Erwin asked before Nile interrupted.

”Why don’t you sit with us? It’s best if there’s no empty seats at a table instead of there being multiple.” Nile said as he pointed to his table.

”Fine.” Erwin replied, still keeping his composure. The four walked towards the table and sat in the seats. Somehow, Nile ended up next to Y/N whilst Erwin stayed on her other side.

”Y/N, let’s swap places.” Levi said as he tried helping her out of the situation.

”It’s fine like this.” Erwin and Nile both said at the same time, causing them to look at each other. After a long speech, made by Darius Zachary, everyone began to chatter amongst themselves. Nile’s partner soon arrived, a disgusting smell lingering on him.

”Where'd you go?” Nile asked

”I went for a smoke. Besides, I only missed out on some boring old speech.” He said before sitting down beside Nile. “Who are these folks?”

”These are members of the Survey Corps. You remember Captain Levi and Commander Erwin, don’t you?” Nile asked. “This is Felix, he’s my partner for tonight.”

”Y-yeah yeah. Nice to see you all again..” Felix muttered as he looked away from Levi’s death stare and towards Y/N. “I haven’t seen you before. Who might a dazzling lady like you be?”

”Y/N Ackerman.” Y/N bluntly said, not reaching out to shake his hand. Watching Felix, he leaned back on his chair and smirked towards her before sipping on his wine. Much to his dismay, Erwin stared at the Military Police member before sipping on his water.

“Oi Felix, don’t you think it’s early to be drinking?” Nile asked quietly. “You already had a cigarette.”

”Relax, just trying to impress the lady.” Felix whispered into Miles ear before getting up along with everyone else and heading towards the large tables of food. Grabbing a plate, Y/N placed small portions of recognisable food and sat back down at the table. Looking up, Nile had sat in his seat whilst Felix had rushed to Erwin’s seat, moving it closer to Y/N.

”Say, Y/N-“ Felix began to say.

”That’s Erwin’s seat, so could you please move off it. Also you reek of cigarettes and onions.” Y/N said as Erwin arrived to the table.

”H-huh..?” Felix mumbled before getting up and moving back to his seat and slumping in his chair. Erwin quickly sat down beside Y/N, not caring to adjust his chair back to its regular position whilst Levi and Hange sat down together.

”So Y/N, why’d you choose the Survey Corps?” Nile asked as he cut his steak and chewed it down.

”I’m not so sure, but if I had to guess it was probably because it was my only option and also because Levi chose it too.” Y/N answered as she picked up her glass of water.

”Y’know, the Military Police has a few spaces for talented soldiers like you.” Nile replied as he smiled towards Y/N.

”Thank you for the offer but I kindly decline.” Y/N quickly said.

”Both of Humanity’s Strongest Soldiers are apart of Survey Corps which means a lot to us, Nile.” Erwin said as he smiled at him.

”I suppose so, still, the offer still stands. If you do end up moving branches, you could work beside me and some of the fellow Captains-“ Nile began to say.

”Hey Nile, how’s Marie?” Erwin interrupted.

”Marie.? She’s alright I suppose.” Nile answered. “Why’d you ask now?”

“She was one of my old acquaintances, besides am I not meant to ask about one’s wife’s condition?” Erwin asked.

”You’re married?” Y/N asked as she looked at Nile’s hand to see a silver ring. “Good for you.”

“For how long if you don’t mind me asking? Five, six years now if I had to guess.” Erwin said.

”R-right.” Nile mumbled embarrassed.

”And how’s your daughter? Heard she’s turning four soon.” Erwin admitted. “If we can, Y/N and I will drop by and see you all. You know how Hange and Levi can be so it’ll be us two.”

”N-no no it’s alright.” Nile said as he sipped on his wine. “You don’t have to visit, you must be uhm busy..”

”Erwin, what’re you doing?” Y/N whispered into his ear as she glanced back at Nile, who was looking away from them.

”Excuse us, just for one moment.” Erwin requested before grabbing ahold of Y/N’s hand and dragging her out of the hall.

”Erwin. Erwin. Erwin! What are you doing?” Y/N asked as Erwin ignored her and dragged her back to the carriage, making sure no one was around.

“Get in, we’re leaving. I’ll tell Hange to come with Levi whilst I pardon Darius for our sudden leave.” Erwin explained.

”Why are we leaving so early though? This was your idea and your suddenly switching up.” Y/N said as she stared at him and crossed her arms.

“You feel uncomfortable don’t you?” Erwin mumbled as he grabbed her chin and tilted it up. “I can tell.”

”Let’s just get going then..” Y/N muttered as she quickly rushed into the carriage. Soon, the trio arrived and sat in the carriage, riding off to the Survey Corps Headquarters. Upon arriving there, Y/N and Levi walked down the hallway together, trying not to wake up any soldiers.

”Y’know, if it wasn’t a special event that Erwin wanted to attend, I would’ve left right after making sure Nile got a taste of those filthy hands of his.” Levi whispered.

”He was revolting.” Y/N simply said before getting stopped by Erwin.

“I need to discuss something with you Y/N.” Erwin said as he placed a hand on her shoulder. Letting Levi walk off, Y/N walked beside Erwin towards his office, Erwin’s hand sliding down to her lower back.

.

.

.

“Do you know how jealous I was huh?” Erwin panted as he rested his nose in Y/N’s neck.

”E-Erwin. I didn’t-“ Y/N began to say.

”Say it again. Say my name again Y/N.” Erwin demanded as his nose moved away from her neck, and his lips were attached instead. “That’s an order.”

”Erwin.” Y/N gasped. Erwin’s hand kept Y/N’s thighs tightly wrapped around his waist as he kept her against the wall in his office.

”Who would’ve thought that Humanity’s Strongest Soldier would be so submissive, hm? Acting all tough but when daddy kisses you a dozen times, you get all weak.” Erwin mumbled before sucking on Y/N’s neck.

”I’m sorry Erwin. I really am.!” Y/N mumbled as she looked at him.

”Let’s get to bed, shall we?” Erwin asked.

[lunarscaled]

Lord Dullanathri the Season Keeper requests the pleasure of your presence at the turning of the season in the city of Baldur’s Gate for a party of great splendor in celebration of the arriving fall season and Autumn Equinox. Guests are expected to arrive Saturday, the 9th or fashionably late.

Formal partywear will be provided. Further details are enclosed.

>Check the envelope contents?

A Dungeons & Dragons / Baldur's Gate RPC Event ( crafted w/ assistance from @charmsperson and @heincus ! )

Essentials:

THE SETUP

Hi Hello Hallo Bonjour Ciao! This section will contain a rudimentary breakdown of this event in plainspeak for muns, as I understand the google doc might seem intimidating at first glance.

Essentially: this is a big excuse for dnd + bg3 muses to be dressed in fancy formalwear and interact! I saw a lot of people on dash saying they wish there was a DA: I Winter Palace equivalent event in BG3, and several people seemed interested in having a form of open-fandom event taking place that gave them a reason to do that. That is the main goal of this event---to let muses have fun in fancy clothes.

Lord Dullanathri the Season Keeper is an Archfey who has brought his Domain of Delight to Baldur's Gate for his annual festivities celebrating the ushering in of Fall, which it is his duty to oversee. All of Baldur's Gate, including the Outer City areas and Duskhawk Hill, are encompassed by his domain at this time and subject to its rules and aesthetics to some degree. Namely: fall leaves and colors, Feywild plants, lots of fall harvests ( plants such as corn, kale, pumpkin, turnips, beets, etc. ), music, large feasts, and a good dose of fey whimsy. Dullanathri's presence, for those who are aware of him, is considered to be a blessing as his domain's arrival will ensure the successful harvest of all crops and forgeables in the surrounding area, leaving plenty to preserve for the upcoming Winter. Baldur's Gate also loves a good party, and though there is typical Fey mischief afoot, Dullanathri is a neutral party and will not intentionally harm others personally. While the party is going on, all individuals inside the domain will be automatically dressed in formal gala attire; feel free to choose any outfit you would like that you feel is suitable for your character and share it with others! Draw it! Make an image collage of references! Dress your character up in appropriately fancy clothes from the game! Write a drabble about it, Cinderella style! Approach this however you like, before or during the event.

🍂FAQ🍁

What is an RPC / Dash Event ?: Consider this the dashboard equivalent of an in-game event, such as the Lantern Rite Festival in Genshin Impact or special 7⭐ Tera Raids in Pokemon Scarlet+Violet, where many people can come together to participate.

Who is Playing the NPCs?: You are! Or your writing partner is. Feel free to fill in the gaps of the personalities of other party attendants and citizens of Baldur's Gate in a way that is interesting to you and use the skill checks as a guide for your interactions (if you wish). This includes any battle segments, such as Flower Wars---you are free to play this as true-to-form of a real campaign battle as you want, or to plot out things with your partner in advance. Do what suits you.

Is this Mutuals Exclusive?: No! Anyone is free to take the event information / set-up and post opens or write while also respecting the rules of individuals

( ie. you do not have to be mutuals with me to participate in this event, but you must still respect the rules of other writers ( such as being mutuals-exclusive ) unless they state otherwise. )

Do Characters Have to do Side Quests?: No! The Side Quests are merely additional scenario prompts to help flesh out the party, and to give various types and personalities of characters a reason to attend and interact. Not every muse is an extrovert but some are heroic, or power motivated, or curious. These quests exist to give writers material to interact with the party in a way beyond just attending, and to write with others. If you aren't interested, you don't need to focus on them.

TLDR;

If you have questions, feel free to send me an ask, and I'll do my best to answer them!

I hope this can be an event people have fun with, so I've left a large timeframe open to give people more of a chance to participate, as I know people have busy lives and different timezones.

When?: Saturday, September 9th, 2023 - Sunday, September 24th, 2023

Where (in game)?: Baldur’s Gate ( all city districts ); Dusthawk Hill

Who?: Dungeons & Dragons / Baldur’s Gate muses + OCs. ( mutual status is not required to participate. Anyone interested or with an affiliated verse may use this content to interact, write threads, create art, etc. )

Tags?: #EquinoxEvent_2023

please use this tag to track opens, prompt lists, interact with others, and so that non-fandom blogs make blacklist it if necessary (for those who are multi-fandom)

[blmed]

JOHANN'S PERSONAL STYLE. meticulously crafted as a person who has a high-standard upon his imagery, johann possess the desire to be seen as a prominent person without abandoning his personality, thus his choice of attires are well-thought, &. oft carries sentiments from people he loves.

a habit he takes during his adolescence, sometimes johann will grow his hair into medium length because he remembers the compliments he used to receive from his mother or his first love that say they love how he has curly hair on the ends thus oft times he will grow his hair, however he will immediately cut it once it reaches the end of his nape. furthermore, johann starts to outgrow his beard rather than have a clean-face shave because his laughing lines become pronounced &. he starts to fancy how his beard have two-tones colour: black and white. johann takes shower twice in a day, in the morning &. after he returns home from outside and does skincare as anaïs taught him; he still uses the same product as anaïs instructed to keep his skin flawless. apart from that, ever since he begins to wear reading glasses, he keeps two to three glasses around the apartment; clear, brown, &. black frames.

as for his formal attires, he still uses the suits that were given by anaïs because they were associate ambassadors. there are several italian brands such as armani &. zegna for his tuxedos  and  dinner   jackets, with his favorites vary from wool with satin peak lapel to velvet tuxedo. one distinguish appearance that can be seen from the formal attires is that johann will always a necktie, whether it is a formal tie or a bowtie; he rarely uses a necktie in his business endavours however when a special occasion that requires him to wear a tuxedo, he will wear the necktie from the beginning to the end of the occassion. apart from that he uses cufflinks and oxford & monk strap shoes. as for the timepiece, during his formal occassions, he will use a. lange & söhne watches, especially the brown clad leather with rose gold saxonia langematik perpetual &. the navy leather clad with gold triple split watches.

on contrary of his formal attires, business attires are more relaxed however luxury clad within the suits as it is personally chosen than sponsored. half of his suits are brunello cucinell, brioni &. loro piana, with its tendency to have monochrome colours or navy for both suits &. shirts. he doesn't like to wear a necktie for business, unless the client he will meet is a part of the certain high government, however he won't use a necktie for his daily use to go to the office; he will always unbuttoning his collar. he wears his oxfords &. leather loafers &. rotates his iwc schaffhausen watches, depending on his mood whether it is portofino or portugieser.

for casual clothings; his styles are varying from simple modesty to silent luxury. johann can be found wearing a combination of turtlenecks, sweaters, plain shirts &. blazers, leather jackets, coats, &. trousers, or jeans. his colours will always be monochrome: black, grey, white, &. navy, and sometimes dark green or cream can be worn. he will wear scarf as an accessories &. it is colour-coordinate with his top; black or grey or navy scarf. when it is summer, he will wear shirt or polo shirt than turtleneck or sweater. and sometimes he will wear his oxford shoes or sneakers from adidas. he will never been seen wearing sandals or brickenstocks because it is inconvenient for him if drives a motorcycle or a car thus he only keeps slippers around the house. apart from that, he will never been seen wearing flannel shirts because he thinks it's too .. poor.

johann will always carry his leather bag, he prefers the ones that could fit his necessities &. can be carried on his arm than sling it or a brief case. that's because he doesn't want to be seen carry a lot of baggage, whilst he carries a lot of necessities within such as his laptop, tablet, workfiles, books, &. stationary. as for rather casual occasions, jo won't use a bag, or will be used a small pouch bag that merely carries his tablet or note/book. he prefers to keep his wallet or keys on his pockets than in the bag because he fears he will forget if he lose his bag.

in conclusion, johann will always wear expensive attire to establish the imagery he wants to show to the people that he is a man to be respected &. admired, however it is a silent luxury than boastful ones; as if he were established from the beginning of his life, instead of earning the lifestyle he chose. but when he is in casual environment, he won't hesitate to wear jeans &. sneakers because he feels that there's no necessity to show who you are, &. he prefers to be comfortable with his own skin.

he expects others will dress the same; he is very cautious when it comes to women because he likes elegancy within women thus if his date is wearing boastful, colourful, or modern trends clothings, he will be silently judging at the moment, before bringing up to it in personal space. more times he will buy clothes for his partners without essentially ruining their aesthetic or identity, but he will carefully choose the ones that he thinks will look good or in same aesthetic as his because he doesn't want to look stand-out too much, but also be seen as someone who holds his ground.

[heartfullofleeches]

Princess becomes paranoid of any letters addressed ever since she found a fan or even a love letter addressed to Reader Knight.

She skims any letters addressed to her kingdom with the fine comb from then on.

"Dear Knight, Thank you for helping me find my lost kitten. I am forever in your debt, and wish to show my gratitude with a cup of tea if you are available this weekend."

The princess crumples the piece of paper in a ball and tosses it into the flames of her fireplace. She watches as it burns, a scream of pure rage threading to rupture her vocal cords if she let it free. She instead tosses her arm chair onto its side and slumps down to the floor; the fire reflecting across her face.

Her curiosity had been peaked when you requested the day off. You'd only asked for a break a handful of time during the entirety of your lifelong duty as her guard. It got worse when she saw you through a crack in your door; dressing yourself casually for whatever reason. Simple civilian attire to you, but the clothes had been gifted to you by none other than the princess herself and made you look formal, and ready for a eve with the one you adored. She was already regretting her choice by that point, but still decided to let you go.

The princess had faith in you. She knew you wouldn't run off with whatever creature that summoned you, but the thought of them all over you made her gag. She knew exactly who it was too. A military family's brat who her parents dragged her along with to meet. A courtship most likely, but their eyes were glued to you. Whose wouldn't? A strong, loyal companion is the object of anyone's dreams. Too bad for them you were already called for.

The princess composes herself, smoothing out the skirt of her gown as she stands to her feet. She turns toward her bedroom door; calming her nerves with the fact that you'd return home soon. All will be fine as soon as you walked through the castle gates and back to her embrace. Everything's all-

"My lady, I bring a message to you-"

Rip!

Opening her door, the princess finds a servant waiting for her. Seeing the res envelope in their hands activates her fight or flight and she tears it from their hands then into pieces. It litters the floor like confetti; the princess slamming her heel into the carpet for added effect.

Her lips crook into a half smile as she looks up at the startled guard. "I saw a rat."

"Um... While there are a few issues with that statement, I believe that was an invitation to your estranged brother's birthday party."

"It'll happen next year."

"Yes, but, you hardly ever see him due to his travels."

"Not my problem. Since you're here, you can do me a favor. Any letters addressed to Y/n are meant to be delivered to me by hand first."

"That doesn't seem very-" The princess slams her fist against the frame of the door. "I didn't ask for your opinion. Unless you want me to send one to your family describing the horrible accident you were in - do what I command."

The servant stammers out in agreement before clearing the princess' path. As she walks down the hall, she makes eye contact with two maids who had witnessed the entire ordeal. As much as she'd like to send them away as well, they could prove useful in her plans to make sure you were right where your place was, and all that she could provide for you.

"If you want to gwak so badly, you can do it over tea making lessons that you'll be giving me this afternoon. I'll show Y/n that they don't need the praise of others since I can give them all that they need."

[archduchessofnowhere]

Within these few years, however, the ladies of Buenos Ayres have adopted a style of dress between the English and French, retaining indeed the mantilla, which still gives it a peculiar character. No hat or bonnet is ever seen on a native lady, unless she be on horseback, when she wears a beaver hat and feather, with a riding-habit. The mantilla is usually a piece of silk, about half a yard wide in the middle, and a yard and a half long, sloping to a point at each end, which is terminated by a tassel. It is worn over the head and back of the neck, and being brought over the shoulders, the ends hang down in front. No broch or pin is used to secure it; but it is artfully and gracefully confined under the chin by one hand, or by the end of the fan, without which no woman ever stirs, and made to conceal all but the eyes, or to discover the whole face, at the pleasure of the wearer. In cold weather, or when they pay visits at night, they use the rebozo, which is a piece of cloth a yard wide, as long as the mantilla, and worn in the same manner. The mantilla belongs exclusively to the mistresses; and the rebozo is always worn by servants, whose little vanity is displayed in this part of their dress, which they are solicitous to have, if possible, of the finest cloth and the most delicate colour, sometimes embroidered, or bordered with velvet or satin ribbons.

The church dress has not undergone any change, but retains its Spanish character, and is always made of black silk, worn with white silk stockings and white satin shoes. It is considered indecorous to attend mass in coloured attire. Sometimes a white veil is used, and a little white is introduced into the dress of the young girls, whose clothes, being made in all respects like those of grown persons, give them an air of extreme formality.

The children of both sexes are generally beautiful, but after the age of fourteen years the girls cease to improve in appearance; they marry from that age upwards, and at twenty-five few retain any appearance of youth. The mode of salutation among the ladies in public is shaking hands — an honour never granted publicly to gentlemen. It is, moreover, considered extremely improper in a lady to take a man's arm in public, even though it were her husband's : this notion, however, is beginning to be exploded. The unmarried girls always walk before mamma, generally side by side; but even they seldom take each other's arm. The ladies of Buenos Ayres wear for ornament the natural flowers of a small bush which grows in the neighbourhood of that city, and is very common in the plains of Monte Video. These flowers are numerous, and instead of petals they have silken fibres, two or three inches long, of a very brilliant red. In its general figure the flower resembles a bottle-brush, and at Buenos Ayres it is called plumerito.

Vidal, Emeric Essex (1820). Picturesque illustrations of Buenos Ayres and Monte Video, consisting of twenty-four views: accompanied with descriptions of the scenery and of the costumes, manners, &c. of the inhabitants of those cities and their environs

[linked-history]

Sorry for the delay, I found my tablet pen awhile ago and finished the reference but completely forgot to upload so here's Captain (Hyrule Warriors) and his younger sister "Linkle". As always further information is below the cut. Her name may change in the AU. I have it written as Tilina below but may change it later if I find something better unless the current name grows on me.

GROWING UP/TRAINING

Link and his sister Linell grew up as children of a noble family, those who were high standing in society and commonly had business that brought them to the palace where the two had met the princess on occasion, and while not royalty Link and Zelda had been betrothed since they were young so the two spent a lot of time together, the Late queen having felt a fragment of the Hero's Spirit within him and deciding to strengthen the ties binding the Chosen Hero and the Goddess Reborn.

Once Link was older he joined the ranks of the Hylian Knights, following his father's footsteps. During the training he saw Zelda in his free time and met a number of individuals who lived outside of the noble circle of his previous acquaintances. When given time away from training Link would spend time at home and sometimes if Linell pestered enough he'd show some of what he learned during his training.

WAR OF ERAS

At the start of the War Zelda had gifted Link the tunic from the previous hero, which had been restored and protected within the Royal Family for generations. At the start Link followed the orders of his commanding officer but as the war continued and he gained greater experience Link was promoted and given his own group of knights to lead, many of them were men that he trained with and had earned the respect of through years of working together.

During the War they fought only knowing of the impending threat of Ganon being released though were unaware of the The Seer's corruption/involvement or the split between her soul, providing them an ally who understands The Seer.

FOLLOWING THE WAR

Following the War, Link continues working with the knights, now helping with training new recruits. Link also takes his group from the war out to Hyrule's wilderness and fields to continue clearing monsters to keep Hyrule safe.

The third outfit shown is formal attire for celebrations at the palace, though Link doesn't quite care for the blue overcoat and most times feels its restrictive.

[fruit-sauce]

Any qPhilza headcanons?

oooo I have so many!

He is the angel of Death, as in the goddess of death, not the concept of death or even the bringer of death. Being an angel, he does have a halo and even a formal white attire, but he chooses not to show it because he thinks it looks tacky.

Similar to Foolish and BBH, he's lived for centuries now, serving under the goddess, but! He doesn't really have a specific job or purpose. Since he's so close to Death, he typically just flies around the overworld and brings her cool things he finds (crow energy), as well as update her on any interesting things that's been happening. He does this with BBH as well, since they see each other frequently and it's a fun conversation topic.

On the island, as the CC said, his wings are clipped! Not only that, but are shrunken down, both for comfort and magic conservation. Speaking of his wings, him, BBH, and Jaiden (and technically Rubius) stand out amongst the ordinary winged person. 90% of the time you'll see those who are actually harpies, like Quackity and Baghera, so to see so many of them in one place is quite the spectacle.

Some minor things, he tends to keep his hands folded either on this chest or behind his back so any hand motions are done by his wings (another reason to keep them smaller, being hit in the face by them are not fun)

LONG HAIR, love me a long haired philza design <3 The eggs totally love decorating his hair, especially Tallulah and Chayanne

Is typically the mediator/referee for whenever BBH and Foolish argue. He's not much of an attacker himself, more focused on defense and speed (BBH - speed and attack. Foolish - Defense and attack [unless in water, he swims SUPER fast]) so he keeps them in check or even just solves the dispute before it gets out of hand. This started because one time BBH and Foolish got too heated and destroyed an entire country. He does like to participate sometimes, preferably when the two are not ready the tear the other apart, just for funsies.

He trusts very few people to touch his wings/hair: BBH, Jaiden, Baghera, Missa, pretty much all the eggs, Fit and Wilbur

So many crow tendencies, to just pick one, since he can't fly, he's been decorating his wings with small charms and trinkets, many relating to other players, past lives and timelimes, the eggs, and just a bunch of shiny things he finds laying around. He makes wonderful jingling noises when he moves, but is still able to move silently, so its extra scary when he just... appears! >:)

q!Philza is super interesting to me, I have more, but this got really long really fast so I'll save them for another day

Thank you for the ask tho! Hopefully my essay of crow man ideas was good lmao

[gloomyteddybear]

bleeding-heart dove

part 1 | part 2

U︶꒷ʊ`'꒦

your formal attire seemed to cooked you alive during the summer heat, dark clothes absorbing heat like tin-foil to a turkey. specially by the strain of biking your whole way to the apartment. creaking chains and cicada croons burrowing into your brain as you stare and pedal ahead like a zombie.

you wondered if the morticians would make you wear the same suit you wore during office hours into your own casket, would they put 'cooked alive' or 'karōshi' on your tombstone?

you trip while trying to hop off the seat, pant-suit sticking to the plastic and almost dropping the whole bike with you still on it. pushing it against the designed fence to lock one of the wheels on the metal bar, actually, you tried to lock, the thing refused to click in like the pieces weren't made to do what it was supposed to do.

your frustration seemed to cook you further, the chirping of cicadas slowly pitching into a shriek of tinnitus into your eardrums. you grit your teeth and sighed so hard your soul left your body, loudly enough to catch attention.

"... do you need help?" a quiet voice from the side of your vision hummed, the person just shy of your blind spot. 

you froze, then snapped your head to face him, neck unused to needing to raise your eye-level, although most japanese men weren't that tall, he looked lanky with his disproportionately long and thin limbs. like a stick figure or a stretched out kid-him.

"i... i have no idea what I'm doing wrong..." you faltered under his gaze, irises so dark they seemed like they belonged to duckling, despite it's almost innocent comparison, much like one they looked inhuman (he's functioning on base animal instincts).

he tilted his head, hair droopy with humidity following the motion and brushing his neck, previously tired eyes narrowing into something more scrutinizing.

"its mostly because of the way you're trying to fit them together, you're putting so much force that you end up accidentally pushing it sideways."

you tried to lock it more gently, it worked. you made a stupid 'o' face, it looked like you were trying to mimic a hyotokko comedy mask by memory.

"... i think you just saved my life." your face was grim and fist balled to your chest, like you actually owed your life to him.

"i don't think that's---" he fluttered, upturned beak-like nose scrunching as he grimaced.

"do you like drinking? i feel like this is a moment of celebration."

"i... we don't even know eachother." his posture was apprehensive, eyeing you from the side like a crow evaluating the hand that fed it peanuts. so cold!

you introduce yourself, first name first, "well... i live here, i'm pretty sure you also live here. so think of it as a neighborly celebration," you beamed at him with naive enthusiasm.

"i..." his iciness melts slightly, "i am onodera, are you really sure?"

"well, onodera-no-first-name-kun don't worry it's on me, unless... you're a lightweight?" you smugly question him.

... he ended up hauling your drunk ass back to your apartment. you knew that because he was sitting under your (powered off) kotatsu explaining last night's events, describing all the humiliating things you did in a surprising amount of detail.

you felt like slamming your forehead on the nearest wall from embarrassment. he must have wings for putting up with your drunk bullshit.

you groaned, "man i did that?... i'm so sorry you had to babysit me." back facing onodera-san as you cube an apple, occasionally moving back and forth to stir the bubbling pot of box-curry on the stove.

"it's fine." he acted like he was the one at fault. you think you saw him, from the corner of your eye, nervously grip the blanket of the kotatsu closer into his lap. poor thing is embarrassed.

"then why are you avoiding eye contact with me?" you teased, not even giving him time for an answer before getting distracted again, "oh, i forgot to ask, do you also like apple in your curry?"

you believe that one of the walls of his barrier cracked once you saw that his mouth favored one side when smiling, "that... sounds nice."

he has a sweet tooth.

you had grown used to him, he was quiet, seemed like the type of kid to flock after his friends like a migrating bird but somewhat goofy at times, occasionally oversharing (an understatement).

he wanted to be a scientist, then an astronaut, then a co-writer with sachi (you have no idea who that is)---of which he somewhat managed, but yet to pitch the idea to be published.

then, he got really depressed after the concept was rejected, and disappeared after the face of the earth, you thought he went into a bender, but it has been almost a week without a single trace of him.

a number called, "sachi," she introduced herself, swore to you she checked his apartment, and he was gone, he didn't answer any of his calls either so she called yours(you never told him what it was... maybe the previous landlord gave him? they seemed close)

you think your heart dropped at the news. he was depressed, a recluse but you didn't think it was ' literally-disappear' type of bad. sure you were concerned but you were too trusting in the nature of a hikkikomori to not leave, because at least you knew where to find him (and how easy it'd be to recover his body).

as soon as you got the news you spent so much time trying to convince the police to track him down but they were busy with some robbery case that happened not too long ago. they think they're connected.

enough time passed for him to be basically considered dead, you just stopped asking, staying slumped in your sofa and waiting for some officer to legally pronounce him dead the day they finally look into the case.

you stared at your ceiling, tired but unable to sleep (god you hate your nymphomaniac neighbors), you heard a knock at your door.

you unlocked it, expecting 'sachi', maybe a volunteer, maybe an actual 'useful' cop who was willing to fake regret and sadness to inform that it was a cold case.

but you weren't expecting him to metaphorically rise from the dead.

"onodera?" you had barely recognized him, shocked enough to drop the '-kun'.

he wore a striped shirt and a cardigan-jacket, his whole outfit looked straight up grey from under the darkness. his hair looked like dripping ink, leaving straight but crooked lines on the blank that was his skin.

but there, barely visible under his slick hair, the eye that wasn't wrapped in barely-kept-together gauze looked like it was stolen directly from an abandoned toy by how soulless it seemed.

"i..." you tried to speak, but he raised a finger to his lip. the few stray hairs that sticked up made the shadow that he cast upon you have horns.

your reflection in his remaining eye smiled. a sweet but horrible smile. you weren't smiling, though. but it seemed to warp your face into one anyway.

"if i were your boyfriend. i'd do anything to take care of you. i'll love you forever and ever, and i'll never think of anything but your happiness." he vowed, it was monotone, like he was reciting something someone told him from memory.

you hesitated, "... what is this about?"

"if i told you everything, would you make me forget about aiko?" he pleaded.

"who's aiko?" your stupid mouth just had to ask.

you immediately regretted asking that, but onodera only smiled. you felt as small as the smiling reflection in his eye.

"doesn't matter, okay?" he grinned with symmetrical dimples at the corners of his lips, fake fake fake "let's just... run away together, maybe just to another planet altogether. just the two of us." 

you were so weak for his smiles (even if artificial), so trusting of him despite not knowing him, like a domesticated dove.

[esther-viva-and-co]

cozy ask game:

2, 6 and 15 for esther 🩵

4, 8 and 17 for viva ❤️

2. How do they warm up when cold?

Esther: A good cup of hot tea or milk with honey is all I need. Although... Prince Yves has made some candied ginger recently. That also works well.

Viva: And that's it?

Esther: ( ... [A memory: The last time she felt cold Chevalier drew her into a hug.])

Esther: A-a blanket would also be nice.

6. What's your OC's idea of a cozy night in?

Esther: Hmm... I'd like to start it with a hot bath. It's so easy with the palace plumbing, no need to carry any water from the well... Then, I think I'd like to knit a little. I have a pair of stockings I'm working on right now, I could definitely spend an evening on them.

Esther: Hmm... A cup of tea... And it'd be nice if Bambi and Chevalier were there with me. Or maybe Vivi? It'd be nice to just chat then.

Esther: (...But it'd be truly decadent if Chevka read to me. He has such nice voice...)

15. How much does your OC wrap up when they go outside? Hat, scarf, gloves and multilayers or is the cold anything to them?

Esther: It's ---

Chevalier: She's susceptible to cold and unless the situation requires a formal attire, she will burrow herself in shawls.

Esther: *slumps her shoulders* I also wear gloves and a hat.

Chevalier: Mittens if the temperature reaches the freezing point.

4. Do they have a favourite hot drink? Tea? Coffee? Hot chocolate? Hot cider? If so, how do they take it?

Viva: Hot chocolate! Jin took me to this place in town once, and they have the best hot chocolate there. They serve it with cinnamon and dried apples, it's absolutely delicious!

Viva: *cough* Don't tell Yves I've said that, though. His hot chocolate with hibiscus is also great, but... You know, nothing beats cinnamon and apples together, right?

8. Does your OC wear pyjamas to bed? Do they have a favourite set?

Viva: Oh, this thing! This thing! It was actually quite a shock. You people here seem to have an outfit for every occasion, including going to bed? I kind of get it in winter, but in summer? Really?

Viva: But, yeah. In winter I usually just sleep in my underthings -- sometimes it's just a chemise, sometimes it's also drawers. Stockings if its cold... And summer, well. It's too hot to sleep sometimes, why make that any worse with clothes?

17. Can they fall asleep anywhere? Or are do they need an optimum condition to sleep in?

Viva: All I nee to fall asleep is the motivation.

Viva: (Although... Beds in the palace are so soft I don't even need that...)

[bookwyrminspiration]

Okay, actually, all the feminine clothing sucks. They have absolutely no reason to wear so many layers. Why are they wearing leggings all the time? They don’t have air conditioning, presumably the temperature between rooms is consistent. And they spend a bunch of time outdoors. The girls also almost always have a jacket or some sort of over layer on in art? They don’t wear sun glass or veils or anything that darkens their view, which is extremely needed considering their entire society is built around as much light as possible. They wear their hair down. Again, it’s warm everywhere, keratin (because presumably their hair is made of keratin) makes your neck freaking sweaty.

Also, all their clothes are so plain? Why? They presumably have lots of leisure time and enjoy pretty thing, get yet embroidery is minimal? They wear jewels sewn onto their clothes I believe ? Which isn’t practical? They don’t seem to wear anything under layers except a skin layer and maybe a fabric skirt support? Do the jewels not make the fabric warp and sag?

How does anything get washed because they don’t have washing machines, and their formal stuff is ballgowns? Do they wear linen next to their skin to prevent washing? Where is the material for the clothes coming from? How is their clothing woven? How is it dyed? Who sews the clothing? How can you just buy dozens of dresses casually? Why do the dresses fit?

Why are they not wearing as little clothing as possible to get as much sun?

(Sorry for the rambling, nothing about their clothing makes sense)

No no, I like rambles! I think its Like That because the target audience is 8-12, but that doesn't mean it's the best choice. Can you recall any moment when a character wore shorts or had exposed legs at all? All I can think of are Fitz's running shorts that once in Nightfall, and maybe the deleted swimming scene in Neverseen. Like why do they need 100% covered legs 100% of the time, 8-12 years olds also wear shorts and skirts without leggings under them. Sometimes their calves show. Quite frequently actually. It's so odd.

So its not made to match their world, but to fit with our world. Being careful about how they dress 12-16 year olds. To the point that it's unrealistic. Sure, some 12 year old only wear leggings, but a whole society like that?

The feminine' clothing's definitely worse (in my opinion), though I dislike all of it. I could understand it more if it was decorated! Though full disclaimer, that may be more the art itself than what was described in the series; but, to me, it doesn't seem like much of it is too fancy even in canon? Unless you count jewels sewn in as fancy--which it can be! But it's all they do, and there doesn't seem to be any pattern or artistry to it? It's just "jewel encrusted" like what does that MEAN give me MORE

I think the answer to "how is it washed?" "who makes it?" "where do the materials come from?" and all that is probably: the gnomes. The elves really are completely reliant on their species. Except for the dresses fitting, which can be answered with plot convenience.

Realistically, elves lives in all sorts of different climates. I'd expect a range of styles to represent that--or, since they have rapid world wide transit, for their clothing to be very layered/easily added to or subtracted from or altered to suit whatever environment they're going to. Though I do very much like the detail about them wearing little to absorb the light--in that case, I'd fit right in. And I'd also expect that the jewels on their clothing would be more elaborate than just "encrusted", it feels cheap

Overall, I think it's because of the intended audience. Though whether or not their attire appeals to 11 yos I don't know. But the modesty I can understand, even if I think it's taken a step too far (they deserve shorts, skirts and dresses without leggings beneath them goddamnit). it's soft world-building, which is fine, I just prefer rigid worldbuilding. and this particular gripe is exacerbated because the clothing is actively hostile to my personal likes and needs

[hiddenwashington]

horror maze headcanons 🎃🎃

happy late halloween everyone! for the end of the event admin ollie came up with some very fun headcanon memes specifically tailored to this event that you can find below!

[document] -- for at least 3-5 tweets, instagram photos or captions, or generic social media status updates of your choice that [muse] would make during the maze, if they had the time (and the phone service)

[avoidance] -- is there anyone [muse] DOESN’T want to run into, in the maze? why would they want to steer clear of this person? 

[toolbox] -- for what three tools or items [muse] wishes they COULD have brought into the maze, if they had been able to prepare ahead of time

[information] -- what is a question or two that [muse] would have found themselves frantically googling at some point during their horror corn maze experience? 

[playlist] -- for a playlist of 1-3 songs on loop in [muse’s] mind while they’re trapped in this hellscape

[nostalgia] -- what does [muse] miss most about home while they’re stuck here in the corn for days on end?

[dream team] -- who would [muse] want on their side, to fight these creatures in the maze? pretend they can assemble a team of around three people, either people they know in their lives or fictional characters they’ve heard about in stories/books/movies etc. who would they trust to help them out? 

[nightmare] --  for which of the maze options from either table [table 1, table 2] that they either did or did not experience during this event would be [muse’s] worst nightmare, and why? 

[nightmare but worse] -- for which of the death options [death table] would be [muse’s] worst nightmare, and why?

[unphased] -- which of the maze options, if any, would [muse] not actually be bothered by in the slightest? why are they so chill about that particular thing?

[dinner time] -- DID [muse] try to eat the corn at any point, raw or otherwise? how did that go for them?

[visual aid] -- describe [muse’s] attire, general appearance, smell, etc at this point in the maze, after they’ve been here for days and/or weeks on end. have they been keeping clean or do they look like they’ve gone through hell? feel free to add images if you like.

[superlatives] -- out of [muse’s] friends and family, who are they pretty sure is going to make it ouf of here without dying, and why? who are they positive is going to end up getting themselves injured or killed, and why?

[alternate universe] -- if [muse] wasn’t stuck in the seemingly endless maze, how would they normally be celebrating halloween? feel free to have fun and be creative, as your muse does not currently get to have fun (presumably, unless they enjoy this sort of thing)

[ventline]-- the dc vent line is open again!! would your [muse] submit a formal complaint to the government about their experience in this magical maze once its over, and if they would, what would the complaint say? what are their feelings about mazes and/or corn at this point?

[fourth wall]-- this one’s not sent to a specific muse but to the member in general! out of your entire muse list, which of your muses would you be most similar to, in your reactions to the situation and/or choices made in the maze? feel free to elaborate however you so desire.

[kingofprosperity]

[ closed thread with @gloryseized ]

---

The gardens were beautiful this time of day, the faint scent of wet earth and late season flowers mingled on the breeze. It was particularly nice out with birdsong off in the trees, soft clouds overhead and the winds whispering between the leaves to make a chorus of their own. The bell would toll soon enough, urging the castle’s constructs to whirr to life and begin their assigned endeavors.

He had risen with the sun as he always did alongside his Queen, formalities were held to prepare for the day of rest they had ahead. One that was an observed day of rest by the other Hyrulean people as well as per tradition, one Rauru had embraced with open arms. Things seemed amicable among the land at the moment despite the tension that stirred in the desert like a growing storm, moving in an blotting out the sun. Rauru held concerns, as did Sonia, although they decided that letting it consume their thoughts and emotions would bring them no closer to solace or insight. This was a day to not be burdened unless it was absolutely dire.

Of their walk within the gardens, Rauru offered his left arm to his beloved hold. Escorting her as they sought a place to rest as the Temple of Time’s morning bell sounded. Echoing within Rauru’s chest, how he loved the sound with its faithful and soothing depth. The guardsmen that would be posted to them gave the King and Queen a wide berth to lend some privacy, the castle grounds upon the plateau there was little worry for safety during these times.

The pair laid out a large linen for them to rest upon. They were wearing their formal attire, such things they didn't desire to stain. They spoke for a short time, in hushed words, before Sonia laid down to rest her eyes.

Rauru would gaze fondly down at Sonia beside him, laid upon her back with her hands resting on her midsection. Her gorgeous hair swept over her left shoulder, angling her face towards him. Watching as the light shifted and bloomed over her resting form by the shadows of windblown foliage above.

But that was enough of that, he would let her rest for as long as she desired.

He resumed his reading that Mineru had compiled through joint effort of the Temple and her own work. If Sonia had known this was technically work in some nature, she would have chastised him.. but he'd gotten this far, what was a few more pages?

[witchcraftandburialdirt]

-For muns with multiple muses, past and present, on any blog.

Rules: Fill out the form according to which muse suits each title best. (The same muse can have multiple titles.) Repost and tag. Feel free to add more!

Tagged by: @astrxae ((Thank you! ♥ Tagging: I'm SUPER late replying to this so I'm not sure who hasn't been tagged in this? But @bells-of-black-sunday as a PRECAUTION

Favourite Muse: ---On this blog: Robibi: I love deep diving into the psychological torment of his existence, and how weird he is. Just enough off putting to be strange but not enough to cause any issues.

Most Character Development: ---On this blog: Robibi, but I think that's expected. If we're talking in total, Yoriichi; he's my beloved best boy and I will rant about him for hours if given the chance. There is a lot of lore built around him.

Trash Muse: ---On this blog: Abel, he's a bastard and I hope he knows it. Most of my OCs fall into a fairly gray category, but I'll say Sylas (an oc of mine not the league champ) is a pretty horrible person so. Maybe him?

The Meme-Lord: ---I'd say either Modern! Robin or Haruko, both are pretty funny when the chance comes, but I think Robibi is so fucking hilarious when he gets the opportunity to be.

Most Likely to Start a War: ---Abel.

Worst Personality: ---Abel.

Best Singer: ---Robin! He actually has a pleasant singing voice: Check it out!

Most Attractive Muse: ---Haruko, he's a relatively normal guy and is very pretty.

Biggest Heart: ---Brain wants to say Haru since I know Robibi can be rather cold in regards to some things? But then I think of how gentle and loving Robin can be so...! MM.

Falls in Love Quickest: ---None of them fall fast, but I think Haru would have the easiest time falling in love since he isn't some trauma-repressed revived dude or a demon.

Most Likely to Drop Their Phone in the Toilet: ---Modern! Robin.

Ice Ruler: ---Robin or Abel.

The Edgelord: ---I don't think any of them are particularly edgy themselves, like sure Robin has his soliloquies but 99% of the times when he's talking to himself its funny? Abel however...

Most Tragic Backstory: ---Robin, while not particularly wild, still very sad.

Best Case of Puberty: ---Abel, Haru is hot yeah but Abel went from a shapeless demonic mass into a 6'5" tall suave mobster who can swing dance. I THINK the choice is obvious.

Most Awkward: ---Modern! Robin

Busy Bee: ---Modern! Robin

Most Clueless: ---Haru: he ignores all drama unless it involves him or Tarhos.

Most Likely to Forget Their Wallet at Home: ---Canon Robin, his memory has declined quite a bit and he would forget a wallet since it isn't part of his usual attire, he'd just forget it existed.

Best Dressed: ---Abel for formal, for street fashion: Haruko.

Biggest Flirt: ---Abel; no morals over here.

Most Dramatic: ---Robin, all verses; his manner of speech just lends so well to this, and its hilarious.

Least Likely to Show Up Late: ---Modern! Robin, he has his pocket watch ready to go! Canon Robin as well once his memory gets a little better.

One with Weirdest Habit: ---Robin and his weird magic.

Most Likely to Be Caught at the Gym: Modern! Robin or Haruko. Haru is more likely to be caught rockclimbing while Modern! Robin would be more focused on kick boxing/strength training; he has some muscles in modern AU-- he can even lift Jhin and Danny!