#but long light and flowy fabrics are fun

[iovebarca]

Hello!! I was wondering if I could request Marc guiu X reader? Maybe they could be shopping? Grocery shopping, Clothes shopping, really anything! It’s totally okay if you can’t write this, I understand! And don’t pressure yourself to write it, take your time and have fun!well that’s all, thank you if you do write this, have a good night :))

A Dress and a Kiss - Marc Guiu

Authors note: Finally had the time to write something😭 I hope I did your request well !!!❤️

Warnings: incorrect grammar (probably), my first language isn't english so if you notice any mistakes please tell me, just fluff!

WC: 800+

Summary: You and Marc spend the day running errands and shopping together. You surprise him with a beautiful dress and share a tender moment when you reveal it to him at home.

You and Marc stroll hand in hand through the bustling streets, the sun casting a warm glow over the city. Today is a day for errands, but with Marc by your side, even grocery shopping feels like an adventure.

As you enter the grocery store, you grab a cart and begin weaving through the aisles, Marc trailing behind you. With each item you toss into the cart, you exchange playful banter and stolen glances, reveling in the simple joy of being together.

"Hey, do we need more eggs?" Marc asks, holding up a carton with a mischievous grin.

You laugh and shake your head, swatting his arm playfully. "No, we're good on eggs. But grab some milk while you're over there."

Marc nods and heads off to the dairy section, leaving you to navigate the maze of shelves on your own. But it's not long before he's back by your side, a carton of milk in hand and a goofy grin on his face.

"Got it," he announces proudly, depositing the milk into the cart with a flourish.

You roll your eyes affectionately and continue your shopping, enjoying the easy rhythm of your time together.

After checking out at the grocery store, you and Marc make your way to the nearby clothing boutique. As you browse the racks of clothes, Marc offers his opinions on various outfits, his eyes lighting up with excitement as he helps you find the perfect pieces.

"That dress would look amazing on you," he says, holding up a flowy sundress in your favorite color.

You smile at his suggestion, grateful for his input. "You think so?"

"Definitely," he replies, his gaze soft and sincere. "But honestly, you could wear a potato sack and still look beautiful."

You laugh at his cheesy compliment, leaning in to press a quick kiss to his cheek. "You're too sweet baby."

As you continue to shop, you spot a gorgeous dress tucked away on a display rack. It's perfect for a special occasion, and you can't help but feel a flutter of excitement as you imagine wearing it.

But when you pick it up to inspect it further, you realize that Marc is hovering nearby, trying to catch a glimpse of the dress.

"Hey, no peeking!" you scold playfully, holding the dress close to your chest to shield it from his view.

Marc pouts in mock disappointment, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Aw, come on, just a little peek?"

You shake your head with a grin, tucking the dress securely under your arm. "Nope, it's a surprise. You'll have to wait until I wear it."

Marc laughs and relents, knowing better than to argue with you when you're determined. But as you continue to shop, he can't help but steal curious glances at the hidden treasure tucked safely away in your arms.

After a day of errands and shopping with Marc, you return home with a secret treasure tucked away: a beautiful dress you couldn't resist buying. As you step through the door of your shared apartment, excitement bubbles within you, eager to unveil your surprise.

"Close your eyes and wait right here."

With a chuckle, Marc obliges, closing his eyes and standing still as you slip away to change into your new purchase. As you carefully unzip the bag and slide the dress over your head, you can't help but feel a surge of anticipation. This dress is more than just fabric and seams—it's a symbol of your love and the excitement of sharing special moments with Marc.

Once you're ready, you take a deep breath and step out into the room, the skirt of the dress swishing softly around your legs. "Okay, you can open your eyes now."

Marc's eyes flutter open, and as he takes in the sight of you standing before him in the new dress, his breath catches in his throat. "Wow," he breathes, his gaze roaming over you appreciatively.

You twirl around, the skirt of the dress swirling gracefully around you, and a smile spreads across your face at Marc's awestruck expression. "What do you think?"

"Wow- I think you look absolutely stunning," Marc says, his voice filled with genuine admiration.

But before you can respond, he's crossing the room in quick strides, his hands reaching out to pull you close. "And I think I'm a very lucky man."

In that moment, bathed in the gentle moonlight, you lean in and press a tender kiss to Marc's lips. It's a kiss filled with love and gratitude, a silent expression of everything you feel for him.

His arms wrap around you and you melt into his embrace, the warmth of his touch sending shivers down your spine.

"I love you," he whispers, his voice barely more than a breath against your skin.

"I love you too," you reply, feeling a warmth spread through you at the simple truth of those words.

[444rockstargf]

Hey, "high with Clyde" anon here (and high again, funnily enough). Smut you say? I've had a thought circulating in my mind recently. Going shopping for new clothes with Jack Thurlow and trying stuff on for him to rate while he sits all pretty on that couch they have there (y'know, that one that they have specifically for guys doing the exact same thing?) while you model for him. And for whatever reason - maybe his responses have been rather lacklustre and you want his....ahem, "enthusiasm", or maybe just cuz you're devious like that - you decide you wanna rile him up a little bit. So! At the next store, you grab like, the sluttiest outfits available unbeknownst to him, and then model them all for him, feeling all smug that he's practically drooling at you

And when he finally reaches his breaking point, the next thing you know, you got your feet behind your ears and his hand over your mouth so you don't get caught. 🤤 Idk, do with that what you might. ^^

you've done it again, anon 🙌🏽

"i get dressed to ride for you, baby." | jack thurlow

burning desire. - lana del rey

✮⋆˙ [tags] @faesucksass @lustkillers @angelsanarchy @mayathepsychic1999 @josibunn @livingdead-materialgirl@romanroyapoligist @oliviah-25@si1nful-symph0ny @auggiethecreator @vanlisbon@livingdead-reilly @imoonkiss @lankysimp @nom-nommmm1 @xxbl00d-cl0txx @k1ll3rh0rr0r @wildathevrt @mommymilkers0526 @greenxgloss @wild-rose-35 @areuirish

female!reader x jack

word count: 1.8k

contents: public sex, unprotected p in v, missionary position, creampie

“you’ve got 5 minutes to try everything on, you hear me?” jack called out as he sat on the small leather couch outside of your dressing room, brows furrowed as he crossed his arms and slumped into the seat knowing full well you were going to take your precious time trying on every single outfit. so much for a "fun" shopping trip.

inside the small room, you had an assortment of clothes in front of you, ranging from long flowy gowns to dark blue baggy jeans and designer sweaters. a top-tier selection of clothes but none of which were to jack’s taste. but you decided to test your luck anyway.

minutes later, you stepped out and stood right in front of him, wearing your first dress. “how’s this one, jack?” his eyes were downcast, looking at something on his phone. you tapped him on the shoulder, only earning half of his attention. “hm? it looks nice, dolly.” you pouted, moving your hand to his chin to make him look at you. “but you didn’t even look at it.” he moved your hand away, looking you up and down with an unamused gaze. “i said it looks fine. now are you finally done so we can get out of here?” 

you rolled your eyes, walking back into the dressing room and slipping off the dress. you picked up a skintight black dress that was so long it dragged on the floor. surely this one would grab his attention, you thought to yourself as you paired it with a white, button-up sweater. you put on a pair of light-brown heels that were hidden by the fabric, stepping out once again and patting his cheek. 

“what about this? is this one better?” you gave him a little spin, giving him a full 360 degrees of your body in the tight dress. he gave a little smirk in response. “yeah if you wanna look like a nun, i guess. is this the last outfit? i don’t think i can listen to the music in here any longer.” you huffed, discouraged at how nonchalant he was. “yes, im done.” you muttered, walking back into the dressing room to get back into your normal clothes.

you walked out of the dressing room empty-handed, leaving everything behind since none seemed to give you the reaction you expected from him. he took your hand, dragging you out of the store and back into the main mall. “good riddance,” he muttered under his breath. “can we go home now, angel?” your eyes scanned the assortment of stores surrounding you until they landed on one that would surely sell clothes that would blow his socks off.

you shook your head. “not yet, i just wanna go to one more store. please, just one more place?” you begged, staring up at him as he groaned. “only one more. you head on inside, i’m going to grab a coffee. i’ll meet you in the dressing room.” with that, he released your hand and let you go your own way. 

you dashed into the store, immediately pleased by the outfits in the display window. you wasted no time picking up everything you saw, picturing the look on his face when he’d see the clothes on you. you walked into the dressing room, starting to change into one of the outfits as you heard his voice.

“you in here, doll?” he said as he sipped on his hot drink, waiting for a response. “i’m here, jack. just gimme a sec, okay?” he nodded, immediately realizing that you couldn’t see his answer. he sat down on the seat in front of your dressing room, sighing as he scrolled on his phone. “this damn girl…” he whispered to himself. then he was interrupted by the noise of you walking out, standing right in front of him.

you didn’t have to tap him to get his attention this time. his eyes were caught by the shiny black thigh-high leather boots you had on. then his eyes traveled up, first landing on your dangerously short pleated skirt and low-cut tube top that showed just enough cleavage to make his breath hitch (this is the outfit). you placed your hand on your hips, looking down at him as he swallowed hard, immediately putting his phone down and gripping the seat.

“now i’ve got your attention.” you remarked smugly. “you like this one, jack?” you took the words out of his mouth, his cheeks covered in a bright pink stain as his mouth gaped open. he cleared his throat, nodding nervously as a stupid little smile tugged at his lips. “y-yeah, this one’s nice, baby. give me a little spin, will ya?” your face lit up and you twirled, making the skirt lift up just a little as your heels clicked on the ground.

jack squirmed, shifting his position so he was sitting with his legs crossed, suppressing a painfully obvious boner. you grinned triumphantly, happy that you could break his cold, hard exterior. you walked back into the room, making that sad that you were going away but excited to see that next set of clothes you’d have on.

minutes passed and jack found himself impatiently tapping his foot as his mind ran wild with thoughts of you wearing such intimate clothes just for him. his hard cock was straining against the rough denim of his jeans, making him groan quietly as he placed a hand on top of his bulge to calm the throbbing sensation.

his foot began to bounce on the ground with anticipation, and soon enough he couldn’t take it anymore. he sprung up from his seat, pushing the curtain of your dressing room to the side and popping his head in. “are you done in here?” you jumped slightly, startled. but jack’s eyes became as wide as saucers as drool began to drip down his lips. 

you stood in front of the mirror, wearing a small tennis skirt with a plaid pattern on it, paired with a white silky shirt that was more revealing than your bra. and your cute little feet in those white knee-high socks didn’t help the matter either (the outfit). “jack! i’m not done in here yet!” 

he walked into the room, approaching you with a lust-filled haze as you backed into the wall behind you. he closed the curtain of the room, pinning you to the wall and pressing his body into yours, his boner pressing into your stomach. you gasped, the heat of blood starting to pool in your core as he grabbed your face and pulled you into a very sloppy kiss.

“goddamnit, woman… you just know exactly how to drive me crazy, don’t you?” he grabbed your ass, lifting you off the ground and making you wrap your legs around his waist, your clothed, throbbing clit now in contact with his pulsating bulge. you moaned into his mouth as he kissed you again, this time using his tongue to tease yours with his gentle flicks.

your hips began to grind on his, desperate for even the smallest amount of pleasure to still your nerves. jack groaned deeply, whipping out his cock and pumping it quickly. you glanced down, seeing that his girth had nearly doubled in size because of how swollen it had gotten. he rubbed his leaky tip on your silky panties, feeling your wetness through the thin fabric.

you let out a shaky moan, grabbing onto his muscled biceps as he set you down on the wooden bench that was meant for clothing. he pushed everything else off, leaving room for only you as he pushed your legs behind your head, the wet spot on your panties much more conspicuous in this position.

jack bit his lip as he grinned from ear to ear. “that’s my little model…” he trailed a teasing finger down your cleavage until he got all the way down to your dripping wet cunt. he replaced his finger with his cock, getting off from the feeling of your wet folds hungrily attempting to swallow him.

“guess we should get these out of the way, huh?” he slipped his cock underneath the thin string that covered your pussy, breaking it away with a light tug. your breath became shaky as the cold air hit your grooling cunt. jack spat on his thumb, rubbing messy circles onto your clit as he lined himself up with your hole.

the tip slipped in effortlessly, along with the first few inches. you moaned quietly, making jack clamp his hand over your mouth. “it would be a shame if we got caught in here, wouldn’t it?” with a low groan, he pushed in the remaining inches of his rod, making your eyes well. with his jeans down to his ankles, his hips began slapping into yours.

your eyes rolled to your back on your head as the perfect curve of his dick made him reach nothing but your cervix. you felt your drool bubbling all over his hand as deep, heavy breaths escaped from his parted lips. his large cock abused and stretched out your tiny hole, much to his pleasure.

his fingernails dug into the back of your thighs as his balls slapped your asshole with every deep thrust. your hands found his wrist and forearm, gripping the skin tightly as a white-hot knot began to tie in your stomach. jack’s orderly thrusts quickly lost their composure as your muffled moans made his core boil.

strings on precum connected him to you each time he pulled out. he flipped his hair out of his face, his adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed back curses that threatened to break free. “s-shit… that’s it, baby… takin’ my cock so well…” 

your back arched as you ground your hips against his, desperately chasing the orgasm that was just in your reach. your gushy folds hungrily ate up his cock, making him toss his head back. “use my dick, angel…just like that.” you brought your fingers to your clit, sobbing into his hand as you felt yourself cumming all over him. he grabbed your hips, fucking you at lightning speed as his balls sagged with cum. in a matter of seconds, he was filling up your tight, swollen pussy with loads upon loads of his hot seed.

he pulled out of you, watching as his cum cascaded out of your hole like a milky waterfall. you panted breathlessly, slowly regaining your composure as jack tucked his cock back into his pants before getting you all cleaned up as well.

you put on your clothes, looking at the mess you two had just made in a public residence. but before you knew it, jack was out of the dressing room, carrying all of the clothes you tried on. you walked behind him quickly. “where are you going?” jack smiled back at you. “to the cashier. i look forward to my little model putting on a show for me every night.” he dumped the pile of clothes onto the counter, the cum-stained skirt above everything else like a cherry on top.

author's note: thank you "high" anon for the request! istg I rlly didn't mean for it to get so long

[omgthatdress]

Julie’s Funky Flower Outfit is definitely the most egregiously 60s of Julie’s collection. While go-go boots and miniskirts were still very much a thing in the 70s, they were very different than this.

(1stdibs.com)

I’d like to see a purple minidress with a huge collar and these boots:

That would be a great 70s look! I love that they tried to bring Disco into Julie’s collection, but uh.... disco was very much an adult scene.

Disco dresses tended to be long and flowy. Pantsuits were shiny and sparkly. They moved with the body and were meant for dancing.

In the beginning, disco was a scene dominated by people of color and gay men. Disco was fundamentally Black music.

Disco didn’t really become mainstream until 1977, with the release of Saturday Night Fever, which was based on an article that was entirely fabricated. That kind of ruined it. It lost its edgy coolness and became whitewashed and lame.

However, since straight White men cannot let anyone else have fun that doesn’t involve them, there was an almost immediate “Disco Sucks!” backlash. It was unabashedly racist and homophobic. Its main supporters were “manly” rock’n’roll fans who apparently just hated dressing up and having fun. In July 1979, the Chicago White Sox tried to get fans to see a game with a “disco demolition night” that would burn a bunch of disco records, and it ended in a riot.

1970s proto-incel radio host Steve Dahl built a career out of shitting on Black and gay people just having fun and looking better than him, and then had the gall to say, “I’m worn out from defending myself as a racist homophobe” yeah poor fucking you. The glory of disco will live forever. There’s a reason “I Will Survive” is the ultimate disco anthem.

“I Will Survive” isn’t just a fun disco bop, it’s a declaration and a rallying cry that took on a very literal meaning during the AIDS epidemic. After the Pulse shooting, I broke down crying when I heard the chorus:

“Oh no, not I, I will survive Oh, as long as I know how to love, I know I'll stay alive I've got all my life to live And I've got all my love to give and I'll survive I will survive!”

I can’t help but feel it’s once again taken on new meaning today when people are out there openly calling for trans people to be erased. Disco is powerful and meaningful. It’s hope and something to hold onto, a beacon of light in times of immense darkness. We will survive!

[littlemoriflower]

Hi! I want to get into mori kei but where i live it's about to be summer and it can get up to 40 degrees celsius. So is there anything mori kei i could wear in the summer? If so please give me outfit inspo, i'm out of ideas

Hello, dear! I hope you are doing well ꒰⁠⑅⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖⁠♡

First of all, I'm so happy you want to get into mori kei!! ^o^ I hope you are able to find comfort in this wonderful style, as well as in the community! Ask as many questions to as many people as you want, I promise we are all nice and willing to help! -`♡´-

Now, since it's starting to get toasty where I live, let me say that wearing mori in hot weather is damn near torture. ｡°(°.◜ᯅ◝°)° I understand your pain! The real problem here is the layering, which is a big part of mori as a whole. However, you can get away with wearing less layered outfits and still have that "mori look".

What do I mean by this?

Well...Let me make a list! ^^

1. Tops:

First and foremost, try to go for thinner, loose fitting blouses, tops, tunics or shirts. These are usually pretty easy to layer underneath a thinner, flowy dress (or even the opposite, depending on the type of coord you're aiming for!) and get that mori kei look without getting too hot!

Aim for short sleeves (or even those with straps/strapless), with natural, breathable materials like cotton or linen, and don't worry about layering too much, as it will cause you to get too hot!

2. Bottoms:

For the bottoms, try to look for flowy skirts (long, midi or short--remember, it will always come down to preference), or even some shorts! These are heaven sent for wearing mori in the summer, trust me! You can layer them underneath a loose tunic or a shorter dress, and put a thin lace vest on top and bam! you have a mori coord right there!

This is a personal preference, but I also like to wear jeans with mori, but those can get pretty hot for some people! If you prefer to wear trousers (or just want to), try to choose those that are flowy, loose and have natural, breathable fabrics. Go for either cotton, linen or denim since those are the most comfortable and breezy.

3. Shoes and Socks:

For shoes, look for something comfortable and not too heavy/hot. Sandals, or even Oxfords, as long as they are breathable and light, are the safest bet for you. Some white or beige cloth snickers will do the trick pretty easily as well, but, like I said, it will come down to preference at the end of the day.

Socks can get your feet pretty hot, but if you still want to use them, look for thinner socks made out of cotton, as those tend to be the lightest on the feet!

4. Accessories:

When it comes to accessories, avoid using anything made out of wool or crochet, as the materials are usually heavier and will make you hotter! Instead, opt for something lighter and easily removable, like pendants or thin bracelets.

Hair accessories are fine for the most part, but avoid any wool hats or anything that is too heavy and go for straw hats, for example! You can also add lace and doilies to them to make them cuter o(≧∀≦)o

If you don't like to accessorize that much, that's fine too!

Here's some examples of summer/hot weather mori coords I found on Pinterest and Tumblr:

Here's also a wonderful video by the lovely Miwako, where she gives some tips for summer mori outfits (go check her channel out, she is great and a HUGE inspiration for me<3):

At the end of the day, the most important part of mori kei is to be relaxed and not stress too much about it! It can be hard in the beginning to nail the coords, and you might feel like giving up. But remember, a mori wardrobe is not built overnight, and it usually takes a while for you to get to a place where you have all the pieces you need (or even want). There will be a lot of trail and error, but I assure you that once you get the hang of it (and once you find your own personal mori look) you won't want to go back! (✿◡‿◡)

I hope I was of any help, and remember to have fun while wearing mori, and be your truest, most authentic self!

[munsonxmayhem]

Jealous billy Hargrove x plus sized reader ? ….reader and billy are friends he’s never even let on he’s interested in anything more…he finds out you have a date with Jason carver….he looses it stalks reader to date just walks into restaurant let’s Jason have it letting him know the reader belongs to him and takes you away no explanation until he gets you to lovers lake Hot backseat smut by lovers lake? Fluffy ending…. Please please

Expression Was Never His Forte.

Billy Hargrove x Fem!PlusSize!Reader

Warnings; Angst, Smut, Fluff

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“You look fine.” Billy tells you for the 5th time as you look at yourself disgustedly in the mirror. You couldn’t help the way you looked at your touching thighs, or the fat of your stomach. You hated it.

You go back to your closet, picking out a flowy dress that suited your complexion best. You walk to the bathroom, changing into it quickly before making your way back out. You forced a smile on your face as you looked in the mirror, trying to push back the insecurities.

“What’re you getting all dressed up for, anyways?” He asks, flicking through a magazine he’d found on your nightstand. You sigh, smoothing down the fabric of your dress.

“I’ve got a date.” You state simply. It was your first date in a long time, and you were incredibly nervous. He glances over the top of the magazine, “With who?” He tries his best to hide his jealousy.

“Jason Carver.” You inform him, finally turning away from the mirror. He looks back down at the magazine, distracting himself from the impending rage building in chest. You hear a knock at the door, “That must be him now..” You let out a shaky, nervous breath and Billy tosses the magazine on your stand.

“You can let yourself out, yeah?” You ask as you open the door. He nods, his jaw clenched. “Have fun.” He states, completely lacking sincerity.

You and Billy have been friends since he’d moved to town, him frequently coming to your house to avoid his father. You didn’t mind, he wasn’t the same jackass he was when he was in the public when it was just you two. He’d always been the friend you could turn to when you were getting bullied, or when you just wanted someone to hang out with.

You nod, grabbing a sweater and making your way to the front door. You open it to see Jason standing there, a nice white shirt and light leash jeans. “You look.. really pretty.” He smiles at you, and you blush. “Thank you, Jason. You look really.. handsome.” He gives you a soft thank you, before walking you to his car and opening the door for you.

“Is that Hargroves car?” Jason gestures to the vehicle in the driveway. You nod, “Yeah, he hangs out here sometimes.” You admit, and Jason nods, not questioning too much. “Guy seems like a dick.” He states, and you laugh. “He can be.” You admit, not wanting to ruin his reputation.

As you and Jason make your way to the restaurant, neither of you took notice of the blue ‘79 Camaro trailing not too far back. You played with the sleeves on your sweater as your nerves ran high, an anxious pit forming in the pit of your stomach; feeling as though something bad was about to happen.

He pulls into a parking lot in front of a small restaurant, only a couple other cars there. “This is nice.” You smile, glancing at him from your gaze at the neon lights. He nods, “They’ve got great food here.” He unbuckles, making his way out to open your door. You thank him as he continues opening doors for you, a true gentleman.

Billy parks his car directly beside Jason’s, watching as you two pick a seat next to the window. Perfect.. He thinks, knowing he’ll get to keep an eye on you with front row seating. Anger boils in his chest as he watches you laugh and smile with him. He’d never told you how he felt about you, never being able to. Billy didn’t exactly grow up with great examples of love, so expression was never his forte.

Anger? Yes. That was something he excelled in, and you knew that. Something in him snapped as he watched Jason’s hand reach for yours, immediately bolting out of his car and into the restaurant. He storms up to your table, and you nearly choke at the sight. “Billy? What’re-“ You’re cut off.

“Let’s go.” He demands, his body shaking with anger. “Woah, woah.. She’s not going anywhere.” Jason interrupts, and Billy’s head snaps towards him. Your eyes are wide, knowing the extent of Billy’s rage.

“What’d you just say?” Billy leans down, face getting close to Jason’s. Heads are turning to watch the display, your body coursing with fear and adrenaline. “Billy, stop. There are people watching.” You try to interfere, voice shaky as you try to calm him down. His eyes stay focused on Jason’s, jaw clenching tightly. “I said she’s not going anywhere, we’re on a date.” He states, trying to show as little fear as possible. You jump as Billy grabs him by the collar of his shirt, Jason’s hands flying up by his own head, signaling he’s not trying to fight.

“She goes when I says she goes. So if you’d like to try and stop me, Carver. Feel free, but just know..” Billy’s face is closer now, his hot breath fanning Jason’s face, and Jason looks mortified. “…it’s not going to end in your favor.” Jason is silent, eyes wide and body trembling. Billy keeps his hold on him, turning his head to you. “Let’s go.”

You nod, scared of what will happen if you didn’t. He’d never been this angry, especially not when you were around. He waits until you’re out of the booth to let Jason go, shoving him back by his shirt. Billy turns to the people that are looking, licking his bottom lip with a smirk. “Have a great rest of your night, everybody.” He waves, turning back to Jason to shoot him the meanest of looks.

Billy follows you out through the doors, and you stomp your way to the car, slamming the door behind you. He gets into the drivers seat, both of you staying quiet for a few moments as he starts the engine.

“What the fuck was that?!” You exclaim, eyes rimmed with tears, but you wouldn’t let them fall. His hands clench around the steering wheel, his face never turning to you. He peels out of the parking lot quickly, “You’re too good for him.” He states, plainly.

You sigh in frustration, running your hands through your hair. You stay quiet, not knowing what to say as you glance out the window and watch the city lights turn to forest. “Where are we going?” You ask quietly.

“You’ll see.” Is all he says, and after a few moments pulls into a long pathway. “What’re you gonna kill me?” You half-joke. He just laughs in return, shaking his head. He puts the car in park, and you glance out at the darkness ahead, only the moon in the sky shedding enough light to make out the scenery.

“Lover’s Lake?” You laugh, curiously glancing at him. He nods, jaw still tense like he’s holding something back. “Why-“ He cuts you off.

“I’m sorry, okay?” You gasp in surprise, never hearing him apologize ever. You raise a brow, “For?” He sighs, “I’m sorry for ruining what.. I’m sure.. was a lovely, but boring, date.” He states, glancing at you for the first time since the restaurant.

“It was lovely.” You state simply. “So why did you?” You push further, keeping it gentle so you don’t set him off. He shrugs, “I uh.. I.. I don’t know.” He stammers, sounding nervous; which is something you’d never seen before.

“Billy..” You reach out, placing your hand softly on his arm. He looks at your hand before back at you, eyes filled with something you’d never seen before. Sadness? Love? Both?

Before you can even process what’s happening, his lips are on yours; roughly at first, like you might back out, but when you kiss back he’s more gentle, his hand caressing your neck shakily. “I’m not..” He breaks the kiss, his eyes still closed as he rests his forehead against yours. “I’m not good at.. This. Feelings. Talking.” He admits, and you nod. “I know..” You whisper.

“You don’t have to..” You comfort, not wanting himself to push his boundaries. He nods slowly, “I want to..” You stay quiet, for him to finish. “Fuck.. I don’t know. I like you, okay? I just get so angry.. and tonight? Well.. I couldn’t let you be on a date with him. It’s selfish, I know because you.. Well you deserve better than me, but I don’t want you with anyone else.” He states, eyes never opening as he tries to keep his confidence.

You let out a shaky breath, you’d never known; he’d never given you the slightest of indication that he was into you. He never knew how, all he knew was anger and violence. You nod, sympathetically. “You could’ve told me..” You speak softly, and he groans quietly. “I didn’t.. Fuck!” He pulls back, leaning against his seat with his head back. “I didn’t know how! I don’t know how to do this shit..” He’s starting to get angry again, but not with you.. with himself.

“Hey.. Hey, I know. It’s okay.” You tell him to calm him down, hand gently laying against his shoulder. He looks at you softly before his lips are back on yours, hungry and desperate. You moan softly into the kiss, and he breaks it. “Keep doing that and I won’t be able to control myself..”

“Then don’t..” You whisper, not even sure if you’d said it out loud. He smirks, “Yeah?” You nod slowly.

He glances to the back seat, raising an eyebrow at you. You smirk and nod and he immediately gets out, you following suit, he pushes his seat forward for you to climb in to the back, him following quickly and slamming the door. He grabs your face, kissing you deeply as you making your way into his lap, straddling him. He groans into the kiss as you unintentionally grind down on him, his hands flying to remove his jacket.

His hands find your waist immediately, trailing down to your thighs, he digs his fingers into the doughy flesh, and you grind down harder. “Fuck, so good, sweetheart.” He breaths out into the kiss, you smile as you do it again.

He breaks the kiss, fumbling around with his belt before he gets it open, popping the button of his jeans before yanking down the zipper. You can feel the wetness pooling in your panties with anticipation, adrenaline coursing through your veins.

He lifts his hips slightly, pulling his pants down far enough for his cock to spring free. Your eyes go wide at the size, not expecting it. He catches your gaze, moving your hips to cover it. You whimper when it makes contact with your heat through the thin fabric of your underwear, biting your lip to stifle the moan as you rock your hips against it.

He stops your hips before moving his hand underneath you, expertly moving your panties to the side. You gasp loudly when his runs two fingers through your slit, gathering your slick. “Sh-shit, baby. So wet for me already?” He stares at you through hooded eyes, and you nod shyly.

He takes his bottom lip between his teeth, grabbing his shaft and aligning it to your entrance. Your jaw drops as you feel the tip prodding you slightly, a loud moan exiting your lip as he slowly moves you down onto it. He groans as your cunt squeezes around him, “You feel.. fucking incredible.” He breathes out and you whimper. You cry out as he snaps his hips up, filling you completely. He seats you down onto him, yanking his own shirt off as he gives you time to adjust. He takes the hem of your dress, looking up at your eyes questionably.

You shake your head, placing your hands over it; not wanting him to see your body. “Hey.. Never hide yourself from me, okay? You’re perfect..” He says gently, his voice soft and caring. You nod slowly, giving in. He quickly pulls the fabric over your head, tossing it next to him with his own shirt.

You instinctively use your arms to cover yourself the best you can, and he shakes his head. He reaches up, slowly pulling your arms away from his body and placing them on his shoulders. His hands come out and gently slide along every curve of your body, studying it like you were the most intricate, beautiful pieces of art he’d ever seen.

“You’re beautiful..” He coos. You’ve never seen the Billy you are tonight, and you’re so happy. He puts his hands on your hips as you steady yourself on his shoulder, pushing against them as leverage as you start bouncing up and down onto him.

“Oh.. oh my god..” You breath out shakily, the pleasure permeating through you. His head falls back, but his hooded eyes stay trained on you, his hands helping to guide your movements. Your head rolls back as you try to keep your steady pace, soft moans leaving your mouth.

“You’re so good, baby. Fuck..” He groans as you clench at his words. He pulls you against him suddenly, your head falling against the dip in his neck. You let out a shaky whimper as he brings a hand to your shoulder, the other one holding your hip tightly as he starts snapping his hips up into you.

“Fuck! Oh!” You cry out, your hand pressing against the foggy glass of the back window. He grunts and groans as he drives himself into you, hands gripping you tightly.

“Think he could fuck you as good as me? Huh?” He growls against your neck, his teeth grazing your pulse point. You shake your head, unable to speak. “Could he? Hm?” He snaps his hips harder, your whole body jerking as you cry out.

“N-No! Fuck! He couldn’t.” You whimper out, the knot building in your stomach. “You’re damn right, he couldn’t.” He groans between sharp thrusts.

“Billy! I’m so close.. s-so close..” You stammer out between heavy pants, and he nods; nipping at the skin of your neck. He brings the hand from your shoulder, sliding between you two and pressing his thumb to your clit. “Me too, baby. Cum for me. Come on, beautiful..” He urges, rubbing quickly against your clit.

His words send you over the edge, a loud cry leaving your mouth, followed by a moan as you shake around him, the waves of pleasure flowing through you. Your pussy flutters around him sporadically, triggering his own release. His unrelenting pace falters as he reaches his high, groaning loudly as he fills you with his release. He thrusts slowly through both of your highs before stopping his movements, his hands coming around your back and head to hold you close.

You both breath heavily as you come down, bodies slick with sweat as you rest your head against his shoulder. He places kisses along your neck and shoulder, his hot breath fanning you. You feel his head fall back against the seat, and you lean back with shaky arms. You watch him intently; his lips parted as breaths fall in and out of them, some of his hair stuck to his skin with sweat, his rosy cheeks.

“What’re you lookin’ at?” He tilts his head up to look at you, bringing a hand to your cheek as his thumb caresses it gently. “Hm?” He urges quietly, causing a small smile to form on your lips. “You.” He smiles, rolling his eyes humorously. You giggle breathlessly, leaning down and pressing your lips softly to his.

He melts into the kiss, his hand never leaving the side of your face. He breaks the kiss, holding you back by your shoulders and taking in your entire body. Your face burns with embarrassment as he watches you, and he smiles. “You truly are.. so beautiful.”

“Yeah?” You ask softly and he nods. “Yes.” Is all he says, he slowly lifts your hips up; his now softened cock sliding out of you, you wince lightly at the sudden emptiness. He reaches to his side, grabbing your dress and pulling it over your head, and you move your panties back into place. You slowly crawl off his lap, letting him redress himself.

You both sit there for a few moments, you tracing shapes into the foggy glass. You feel his hand grabbing yours and you turn your head to look at him. “I really am sorry about tonight.” He states and you nod. “I know you are.” You give him a reassuring squeeze on his hand.

“Thank you..” You say softly, barely above a whisper. He raises a brow at you, “For what?” You shrug, looking down at your entwined fingers. “For opening up to me.. I know it’s hard for you.” You admit.

“I just.. I want you to know that I’m trying.. To be a better person. You make me a better person.” He admits, not sure why he said it. You smile, your heart skipping at his confession.

The next words from him surprises both of you, especially you.

“I love you.” He states, his eyes never leaving yours. You smile softly at him, “I love you, too..” He looks relieved at your words, never thinking anyone could love him. “Let’s get you home, yeah?” He asks softly and you nod, grabbing his wrist and checking the time. “Fuck.. It’s late.” He sighs and you nod.

“You can stay over if you’d like.” You state, and he nods. “Yeah.. I think I might.” Your stomach leaps, he’s never stayed over before.

As you get out of the car, the cool air hits your skin, sending shivers across your body. “Oh no..” You groan, realizing. He glances at you, concerned. “I left my sweater at the restaurant.” You sigh, and he looks back at the car. You see him reach into the back, grabbing his denim jacket and handing it to you. “Here.” He smiles and you grab it slowly. “Thank you..” He walks you to your side, surprising you further as he opens the door for you.

As you both lay in your bed, his arms wrapped around you tightly; you listen to his breathing. The room is dark, but you can make out his features, his eyes glancing at you tiredly. “Be mine..” He whispers. You smile, “I’m yours..” You confess, placing a soft kiss against his lips. He smiles, relief flooding his body as he allows himself to fall asleep wrapped up in you.

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Authors Note: Fist time writing for Billy, but I hope you like it <3

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Mos question/worldbuild prompt: What is music like for the ocean empire, with them being underwater and all. What kind of instruments work, how does it sound, and what kind of cultural presence does it have? How much of that is translated to the swamp’s amphibious culture?

Oh, and even out of the water, do you have headcannons about music throughout the empires? Popular styles, cultural importance, fun fantasy twists?

*looks at you with big autistic eyes*

Some music thoughts!

For these its less like, concrete ideas and more impressions with a few points scattered throughout

Ocean music is primarily vocals and visuals, with the caveat that the vocals that a lot of sea-folk are capable of differ radically from what land dwellers would think of when they hear the word "vocals". It's voices yes but its also clicks and thumps and vibrations in the water. I've mentioned whalesong before and that is definitely part of it. Oceanic dance is awesome too, lots of flowy accessories and circling in the water.

Swamp music is a mish-mash cultural collection that has influences from the Ocean, from Mythland, and from their own history. There's also a distinct "bayou" flavor to it. Lots of drums and vocals from the ocean and also the sort of simple, makeshift instruments that don't look like instruments. Spoons and washboards and gourd shakers. They also absolutely have an instrument similar to the banjo. A lot of Swamp dance takes place in shallow water, ankle deep. kicking and splashing and laughing.

for other empires...

I think the most concrete musical thoughts i have are for Pixandria and are, again, kind of dance centered. Because Pixandrian dances are a huge thing, culturally. they tend to be short and high energy, lots of twirling, which always looks amazing bc Pixandrian clothes tend to involve robes and lots of draping fabric and for dancing they add cords and long, drapped belts and jewelry and bells.

Fae music has been described by many mortal visitors and no two accounts describe the same thing. The Overgrown keeps its secrets. (But sometimes, on the Helianthian borders, in the dim lights of dusk or dawn, if you listen closely enough you can hear what sounds like distant panpipes. Every Helianthian child is taught to never follow the pipes.)

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Trick or treat 🎃👻🍁

Treat!

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His hands are flat against the linen, sliding forwards and out, causing crinkles to appear in his path. He smooths them out, making sure the fabric is completely flat against the large, marble table. 

Porchay has a vision.

When he was taking Kim's measurements earlier this morning, his boyfriend asked him why he didn't just go out and buy what he was looking for. They had the money and resources to be able to get anything he wanted after all.

Chay had just looked at him with a flat expression and said nothing. Sometimes Kim says or does things that makes it very obvious that he grew up entitled and with money, having no idea how the world works for less fortunate people. As a musician who likes to make things with his own two hands, Kim really should understand where Chay is coming from, so he made sure to fix him with a particularly unimpressed look at that comment.

It's not just about the end product. It's about the fun of creating something, the fun of learning a new skill and the joy of giving someone precious a handmade gift full of love. 

Kim had looked away awkwardly as Porchay didn't even bother to give him a response, continuing to measuring the length of his long legs.

He'll understand when Chay gives the pants to him, because Kim always really loves the gifts Chay makes for him. He gets that soft look in his eyes and he takes better care of the them than he does anything else he owns, even his instruments.

One of Chay's secret, personal goals in life is to keep getting Kim to make that expression. As often as possible, ideally.

He holds up the pattern, scrutinising it.

He'll be honest, he's not entirely sure what he's doing. He'd done some research of course, but this is still his first time making any sort of clothing item. Flowy pants like these are supposed to be one of the easiest things to make, though… according to the online communities at least.

Drawing out the pattern carefully, Chay begins to settle into that creative headspace he craves where time feels fluid and slips by like a gentle stream. The gramophone crackles as it plays WiK's first album, the music background and soothing his usually racing thoughts.

As the sky begins to darken and Chay realises he's beginning to have difficulty seeing, he decides to take a quick break to switch on the lights and sate the hunger he hadn't noticed he was feeling until now. He loves sewing, he decides.

The pants are…

They're not great, if he's being honest. They're definitely a first attempt. But he's proud of them and he can probably call them complete for now. He will need Kim himself to put them on so he can check the waist and leg length, as he's not nearly skilled enough to feel confident completing them without checking.

Looking over at his work station while he eats, he takes a moment to imagine again what Kim will look like in lovely, white and lightly flowery patterned cullottes. He hasn't really thought about the top half yet, but maybe something blue or yellow would look nice.

Kim always dresses so masculine, but Chay has caught him eyeing more feminine pieces out shopping before. He's not sure why Kim doesn't experiment with his clothes, but Chay is more than ready to encourage him to try new things.

And he can't really say no if it's a gift. Well he could say no, but he won't.

Kim will be finishing up at the studio soon. Chay takes out his phone and takes a picture of his work station, sending it to his boyfriend over Snapchat with only a heart caption.

He pauses for a moment, watching in their chat as Kim's icon shows up in the corner and his message flicks over to 'opened'.

He smiles, and sends over several more hearts in varying colours.

He can't wait until Kim gets home.

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Azriel x Reader

Renewal | Chapter Four

Azriel x Female Reader

Based on this ask:

“My brain literally will not shut up about reader from our world who is actually the reincarnation of Rhys’ sister (and Az’s mate duh)but NONE of them realize it until she dies/gets put into the cauldron and comes back as high fae”

IM BACK BITCHES!! As some of you know, I’ve been slow to get more parts written because well, for one I never expected this many people to be invested in my writing and I’m (!!!!) and two, I just got married less than a month ago, and for the past year my life has been all about the wedding. BUT now I’m married and free to write! This is really just a fun filler chapter but I promise a more plot-driven part is coming soon! As always, send me suggestions if you have any! A lot of you asked to be added to the tag list, so if I forgot you I’m SO SORRY! Pls message me and I’ll add you ASAP. Much love! -J

Y/N

“Ow!” You yelped as you reached up to pat your aching scalp. “I have a human pain tolerance you know” you scowled at Mor’s reflection in the mirror as the female winced behind you.

“Sorry, sorry. I just want to do my absolute best, it’s your first night out with us!” Her fingers wove through your hair, braiding back the front pieces so they were out of your face. She’d assured you you’d want your hair out of the way once she got you on the dance floor.

“Im certain we’ll have an amazing time” Feyre assured the blonde as she came into the bedroom, giving you a wink over Mor’s shoulder.

You surveyed the females in the room with you. Mor in her silky red halter dress, lips painted to match, Feyre in a two-piece outfit of glittering deep purple that showed off just the right amount of cleavage, a sliver of her stomach was visible and the bell sleeves swished as she moved. Nesta was in a deceptively alluring dress, the high neck and long length made it unassuming, but the way the fabric hugged her curves was mesmerizing, and when she turned a cut out revealed her entire back from her neck to the base of her spine. You were anxious to see what had been chosen for you to wear.

You stared at your reflection as Mor put the finishing touches on your hair. The makeup the female had applied to your skin made you glow and your eyes popped with the subtle eyeliner. You had to admit you looked good, but being surrounded by all these fae females with their otherworldly beauty made it hard to feel confident.

“Perfect!” Mor all but squealed as she took in her work. “I’ll go grab your dress!” She rushed from the room and you grabbed your wine glass from the vanity, downing the rest in one gulp, you’d need a little liquid courage for this, you were certain. Nesta snickered from her chair by the fire and Feyre shot you a sympathetic look.

“She’s so excited, it’s like she’s a girl with a new doll” Nesta smirked at you. You rolled your eyes.

“I’m just hoping whatever she’s cooked up for me to wear gives me some semblance of coverage.” You said with a wince.

Your confidence was waning, and the last thing you needed was a dress that showed off all your human imperfections. Mor brought out a dark blue garment that had you feeling more than unsure, but when you looked in the mirror after she and feyre zipped you in, you were shocked at how good you looked. The dress had a sweetheart neckline that dipped just enough to show a bit of cleavage before lining up with the off-the-shoulder sleeves. The bottom was snug at your hips, but light and flowy around your legs, with a high slit on either side, it was gorgeous.

“Wow. I look incredible” you said as you looked at yourself from all angles.

Mor laughed “See!” She began “I knew you’d love it, you look amazing and more importantly you FEEL amazing.” You gave the female a quick hug, thinking how much you truly appreciated these people who had taken you in.

“Come on ladies,” Nesta said with a sigh as she rose from her chair, “I’m in need of something stronger than wine.” She winked as she passed you, and the four of you headed downstairs.

Azriel

Never, in his 500+ years of life, had Azriel thought a human would be the death of him, but the way his body reacted when he saw Y/N completely changed that notion. He couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t think, all there was, all he could see, was Y/N.

He knew his family was talking, that his shadows were whispering, that he’d been staring for far longer than appropriate, but he couldn’t snap out of it. She was stunning. Literally.

Her hair was down in waves, loose and wild and so incredibly soft looking he wanted to reach out and touch it. Her eyes were lined, making the violet hue all the more vibrant, her lips stained and left looking so damn kissable he could hardly contain himself. And her dress, mother, her fucking dress. It accentuated her curves in the most delicious way. He thought his heart stopped when she moved and the slits in her skirt showed off her legs, all the way up to mid thigh. The way it dipped to show off the curve of her breasts, and left her shoulders bare, he wanted to lick from that dip in her dress all the way up to her earlobe, and then he’d-

“Ready to go?” Mor’s face appeared in front of him and he nodded in reply, thankful he was usually quiet enough that no one noticed he’d been lost in his own mind for cauldron knows how long.

Azriel spent the walk to Rita’s mentally steeling himself. He was a damn spymaster, he could handle being around an attractive female for one night. When the group arrived, he settled himself at his usual spot by the bar, putting some much needed distance between him and Y/N.

Y/N

Rita’s was incredible. You were worried when your friends (were they your friends now?) had mentioned going to a bar. You pictured something darker, less inviting, and more uncomfortable. Then when they broke our their nice dresses and jewels you imagined a fancy lounge filled with rich fae sipping expensive whisky, but this, this was perfect.

The whole place was lit up with string lights and paper lanterns. It was crowded, but not enough that you couldn’t freely move around, and the drinks were delicious. People all around you were dancing and laughing and talking as if they were all one big group of friends. By the time you finished your second drink you were ready to follow Mor and Cassian to the dance floor and let loose.

Mor was a whirlwind, dancing and flirting and drinking with everyone in sight. Cassian was surprisingly graceful for his size, stepping through the crowd with ease and swinging a begrudging Nesta around with him.

You took a sip of your drink and reached for Mor. She twirled you around and you caught sight of Rhysand and Azriel leaning against the bar. “The males don’t dance?” You asked her.

Mor laughed and leaned in close. “Well, judging by the look on Rhys’ face, he’s about to snatch up our dear high lady and whisper something provocative that none of us want to be witness to, and Az, well, Az is just as stoic here as he is everywhere else.” You looked back at the males in question, Rhysand was polishing off his drink while keeping his eyesight solely focused on Feyre, you had no doubt Mor was right on that front. Azriel stood with a drink in hand, casually surveying the crowd. You frowned.

“The point of tonight was to let loose though.” You said as you looked back at the blonde.

She laughed, “well if you want to try and get him out here, be my guest, but my bet is he doesn’t move from that spot all night.” She threw back the last of her drink and headed for the bar, leaving you looking in the shadowsinger’s direction.

What you did next was definitely out of character, but you’d spent the whole time since you’d awoken here worrying and you wanted to have fun. Maybe it was the alcohol, or the thrumming beat of the music, or maybe just your determination to forget about all your problems for the evening. Whatever it was, it had you walking across the floor towards Azriel.

He stopped his surveillance of the room and locked eyes with you and for a moment you were frozen in place, stopped by the intensity of having his gaze solely upon you. You shook it off and smiled at him, beckoning him with a finger. He raised an eyebrow and you rolled your eyes, spinning in a circle to the music, silently asking him to come dance. He shook his head and you pouted at him, determined not to give up. He sighed and pushed off from the bar, making his way to you.

For a moment you wondered what you were getting yourself into. You looked him over as he walked toward you, he had ditched his jacket, the sleeves of his black shirt rolled up to his elbows, wings pulled in tight behind him. He was easily the most beautiful male in the room, and right now, his gaze was focused solely on you. It was… intimidating. But you refused to back down, this was a night for fun, and nothing was going to get you down.

Azriel

He had no clue how long he’d been on the dance floor. As soon as he’d seen Y/N beckoning him over he knew he was done for. The way she looked tonight was… incredible. He’d always found her attractive, but tonight, she was glowing. It wasn’t just the hair and makeup, or the dress (Mother above, that dress made him weak in the knees), but it was the confidence, the way she let herself have fun without restrictions, without worry, it was intoxicating. She was a force all her own, and he wanted nothing more than to get wrapped up in her.

He twirled her around one last time as the song came to a close, and tried not to frown when she pulled away. Azriel was determined to be as gentlemanly as possible, keeping his hands strictly on Y/N’s waist, never straying from what was proper, as much as he’d love to let his hands roam to her back, to feel her skin, and maybe even dip lower, to pull her so close there was barely room to breathe… but no. He was determined to keep things friendly, nothing more.

Y/N polished off her drink and leaned in to tell him she was going to grab another, before heading off to the bar. He could only stand and stare as she walked away. Someone came up behind him, and he immediately knew it was Rhys. The high lord dripped a hand on his shoulder, and Azriel turned to look at him.

“It’s been a long while since I’ve seen you on the dance floor, brother.” Rhys said with a grin. Azriel only shrugged.

“How many drinks have you had? I’ve only seen you dance like that when you’re absolutely smashed!” Cas said, pushing between Azriel and Rhys and slinging an arm around each of them.

Azriel frowned and looked at the drink still in his hand, the glass was half full of amber liquid “this is my first one.” Cas only laughed, clearly wasted, and said something to Rhys, which had both of them laughing, and it struck him just how sober he was.

He glanced toward the bar, eyes immediately finding Y/N, only to see her already watching the three of them, a smile on her face. He raised an eyebrow at her and gave her a small smile, she waved in return and his heart sped up.

“What d’ya say Az, shots?” Cas asked. Azriel looked to his brother, his eyes were already glassy and his cheeks were red, he wasn’t sure he needed anything more than water at this point. Azriel winced, glanced back at the bar, and his face fell. Y/N was still there, perched on a stool, but there next to her was a blonde male, leaning in a bit too close. Azriel was about to head over there and rip the male from his seat, when he saw Y/N tip her head back and laugh at whatever the male had said. And that was all it took for him to realize that no matter how much she danced with him, and laughed with him, and looked up at him with those big violet eyes, she wasn’t his. And she never would be. Cas and Rhys were still arguing next to him about what alcohol to choose for their shots, but he suddenly couldn’t do it. He had to get out of there. He mumbled an excuse to his brothers and pushed his way out of the bar, refusing to look back at Y/N. As soon as his feet hit the street outside he shot into the air, wanting nothing more than to hear the beat of his wings and feel the sting of the wind on his face.

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Embracing Beach Fashion: My Guide to Effortless Warm Weather Wear and the Magic of the Sarong

Hey there, beach bums and sun seekers! I recently got back from an epic trip to Cabo San Lucas, and I just have to share my beach fashion escapades with you all. There’s something magical about feeling the warm sand between your toes, listening to the waves crash, and, of course, strutting your stuff in fabulous beachwear. Because let’s be honest – half the fun of a beach vacation is rocking those cute outfits. And guess what? I’ve discovered the ultimate warm weather fashion secret weapon: the sarong.

If you haven’t been introduced to the wondrous world of sarongs yet, brace yourself. This simple piece of fabric is about to change your warm weather game forever. So grab a piña colada, kick back, and let’s dive into why sarongs are the unsung heroes of beach fashion and how you can tie them like a pro!

The Magic of the Sarong

Okay, first things first. What in the world is a sarong? Picture this: a large, fabulous piece of fabric, typically about six feet long and three feet wide, adorned with vibrant patterns and colors that scream “vacation mode.” Sarongs have been worn in tropical regions for ages and for good reason. They’re the Swiss Army knife of beachwear – versatile, easy to use, and endlessly stylish. So let’s break down why sarongs are the warm weather fashion MVP.

Why Sarongs Are a Warm Weather Fashion Must-Have

Versatility: Seriously, there’s nothing these babies can’t do. Dress? Check. Skirt? Check. Scarf, beach towel, headwrap? Check, check, check. It’s like having a whole wardrobe in one piece of fabric.

Compact and Lightweight: Say goodbye to overstuffed beach bags. Sarongs are light, take up hardly any space, and dry super fast. Perfect for the minimalist traveler or anyone who hates carrying extra baggage.

Easy to Clean: Spill some sunscreen? No problem. Sarongs are easy to wash and dry quickly, so you’re never stuck with a soggy mess.

Fashionable and Functional: With endless designs and colors, you can match your sarong to any swimsuit or mood. Plus, they’re a quick cover-up for when you need to dash from the beach to the bar.

Comfort: On a hot day, nothing beats the breezy comfort of a sarong. Pants? Forget about it. Sarongs keep you cool and stylish without the fuss.

How to Tie a Sarong

Now that we’ve established why sarongs are awesome, let’s talk about how to style them. Spoiler alert: it’s super easy, and you’ll look like a beach goddess in no time.

Basic Waist Wrap

Let’s start with the basics – the waist wrap. Perfect for when you need a quick cover-up to hit the snack bar or chase down the ice cream truck.

Step 1: Hold the sarong horizontally behind you like you’re about to stage an elaborate magic trick.

Step 2: Wrap it around your waist, bringing the ends to the front.

Step 3: Tie the ends in a knot at your hip. Ta-da! Instant skirt.

Halter Dress

Transform your sarong into a chic halter dress for those beachside lunches or casual strolls where you want to look effortlessly fabulous.

Step 1: Hold the sarong horizontally behind you.

Step 2: Bring the top two corners up and around your neck.

Step 3: Tie the corners in a knot at the nape of your neck.

You’ve now got a flowy, stylish dress that’s perfect for any casual occasion. Vogue, here you come.

One-Shoulder Dress

Add a touch of elegance with this one-shoulder number. Perfect for when you want to impress that cute lifeguard or just feel like a Greek goddess.

Step 1: Hold the sarong horizontally behind you.

Step 2: Bring one corner over one shoulder.

Step 3: Wrap the other end around your body and tie it to the corner on your shoulder.

Et voilà! You’re now rocking a chic, one-shoulder look.

Strapless Dress

For a cute, comfortable dress option, try this strapless style that stays in place even when you’re chasing seagulls.

Step 1: Hold the sarong horizontally in front of you.

Step 2: Wrap it around your back, bringing the top corners to the front.

Step 3: Tie the top corners in a knot at your chest.

You now have a breezy strapless dress that’s perfect for soaking up the sun and showing off your tan.

Head Wrap

Need to protect your head from the sun or just want a cool new look? The sarong has got you covered. Literally.

Step 1: Fold the sarong diagonally to form a triangle.

Step 2: Place the long edge of the triangle along your forehead.

Step 3: Bring the two ends around to the back of your head and tie them in a knot.

Instant chic head wrap that keeps your hair in place and your style on point.

My Beach Fashion Essentials

While the sarong is the star of the show, there are a few other beach fashion essentials that I never leave home without. These items complement the sarong perfectly and help create that effortless, beachy vibe we all crave.

Swimsuits

A well-fitting swimsuit is a must for any beach trip. I usually pack a couple of options – a classic bikini for maximum tanning and a one-piece for water sports or when I want a bit more coverage. Pairing a vibrant sarong with a simple swimsuit can really make your beach outfit pop.

Sun Hats

A wide-brimmed sun hat not only looks stylish but also provides essential protection from the sun. Whether you’re lounging by the water or strolling along the shore, a sun hat adds a touch of glamour to any beach outfit. Plus, it makes you feel like a movie star from the 1950s.

Sunglasses

Protecting your eyes from the sun’s harsh rays is crucial, and a pair of stylish sunglasses can complete your beach look. I always opt for polarized lenses to reduce glare and enhance visibility. Plus, they make you look effortlessly cool, even when you’re squinting at the snack menu.

Sandals

Comfortable sandals are a must for navigating sandy shores and rocky paths. I prefer lightweight, water-friendly options that I can easily slip on and off. They’re perfect for transitioning from beach to boardwalk without missing a beat, and they won’t leave you hopping on hot sand like a lunatic.

Beach Bag

A spacious beach bag is essential for carrying all your beach gear. I love bags with multiple compartments to keep everything organized – sunscreen, snacks, a book, and, of course, my sarong. Look for a bag made from durable, easy-to-clean material, because sand gets everywhere.

Lightweight Dresses

In addition to my sarong, I always pack a few lightweight dresses. They’re perfect for slipping over your swimsuit for a quick trip to the beach bar or a casual dinner. Choose breathable fabrics like cotton or linen to stay cool and comfortable, and to give off those “I’m effortlessly chic” vibes.

Accessories

A few simple accessories can elevate your beach look. I like to bring some fun jewelry – think shell necklaces, beaded bracelets, and anklets. They add a playful touch to your outfit without being too fussy. Just avoid anything too precious; the ocean has a knack for swallowing up jewelry.

Making the Most of Your Sarong

Beyond its fashion versatility, the sarong is incredibly practical. Here are a few more ways to make the most of this magical piece of fabric:

Beach Towel

Forget lugging around a bulky towel. A sarong can easily double as a beach towel. It’s large enough to lie on, dries quickly, and is much lighter to carry. Plus, it can shake off sand much more easily than a traditional towel.

Blanket

Whether you’re having a beach picnic or just need a spot to rest, a sarong makes a perfect blanket. Spread it out on the sand or grass, and you’ve got an instant seating area that’s comfortable and stylish.

Shawl

When the sun starts to set and the evening breeze kicks in, a sarong can double as a shawl to keep you warm. Simply drape it over your shoulders or wrap it around you like a cozy blanket. Instant warmth without the bulk.

Bag

In a pinch, you can transform your sarong into a makeshift bag. Just tie the corners together to create a bundle, and you’ve got an instant tote for carrying beach treasures or groceries from the market. Plus, it looks way cooler than a plastic bag.

Final Thoughts

Beach fashion is all about embracing the laid-back, carefree vibes of summer and warm weather. With the right pieces, you can look effortlessly chic while staying comfortable and practical. The sarong, in particular, has become my warm weather fashion MVP – its versatility and style are unmatched.

So next time you’re packing for a beach trip, make sure to include a few sarongs in your bag. Experiment with different ways to tie and wear them, and you’ll soon discover why they’re the best fashion item for warm weather travels. From lounging by the water to exploring local markets, a sarong will be your go-to piece for any sunny adventure.

[kaellecappuccino]

For Mermay, I used Inkscribble’s incredible avatar maker on Dolldivine to make my 6 OC’s : Sansan children (I ADORE mermaid/merman Sansan au)

Here they are all ! Im gonna get into who they are individually just for fun. 

The eldest is Elinor, or Elie. She’s named after Sandor’s sister, and she’s her father’s daughter : same long jet black hair, same narrow grey eyes, same nose. She’s very tall and very muscular just like him (couldn’t translate that well with the maker), and has his cynical wit. Being the eldest, and given her parents respective trauma, she feels strongly responsible for all of her siblings and takes a lot upon her shoulders. She wears the Clegane colors with pride and will get viciously violent for her family without hesitation. She has a complicated relationship with her mother because of that violence, mostly because Sansa fears for her and is a bit jealous of how close Elinor and her aunt Arya are. Arya gifted her a direwolf pup that she named Steel. Elinor is a fighter, and will eventually get married to Aemon Steelsong, Mance Ryder’s son.

Three years younger than her, her brother Eddord is the heir to Winterfell. He has the stature of his father, along his long black hair, but the eys of his mother, large and Tully blue. He does not enjoy fighting as much as some of his siblings, but his height and strengh makes him naturally good at it. He’s very charming, funny and kind. He has a way with people that he takes after his mother, with whom he’s very close. The North is his home and he takes great pride in taking care of its people. He’s adored by many, including his youngest siblings who admire him a great deal. He’s also quite close to Elinor, with whom he enjoys hunting, and he helps her communicate with Sansa. He wears the grey and the white of the Starks, the side of the family he feels the most connected to. Arya gave him one of Nymeria’s pup, that he named North.

Next comes Aryon, one year younger than Eddord. Of all Sansan children, he’s the one that has the most Northern look : long face, almond grey eyes, dark brown hair that he wears long and braided. Aryon has a quiet temperament : he’s not shy, but rather observe than recklessy act. After Elinor, he is the best fighter of the siblings, and the best rider of them all : he’s more deadly riding his horse than anyone, and is fascinated by the Dothraki culture from which he wishes to learn. Because of his connexion to horses, he doesn’t spend as much times as his siblings with his wolf, Coldtooth, that he let roam freely. Discreet and reliable, he gets along best with his brother Eddord, and Sansa often compares them to the sun and the moon. He admires his older sister Elinor a lot and helps her take care of their younger siblings. 

Two years Aryon’s junior comes Jonquil, Sansan second daughter. She is renommed for her beauty, rummored to rival her mother’s. She has long luxurious black hair and bright blue eyes, with a lovely face that blushes easily. She looks very kind and perhaps light-headed, but is in reality quite stubborn and pushy. Arya says she’s the spitting image of Sansa before King’s Landing. Jonquil is very clever and loves to take care of her appearance : she mostly wears her grandmother’s Tully colors, with lots of dark blue and dark red, flowy fabrics and silvers jewels. She has her father sharp tongue and isn’t afraid to use it, even to be mean. She used to be very close to Elinor, but didn’t understood why Elinor would get into arguments with their mother. Just like her parents, she’s a romantic at her core and is enchanted by love songs. 

Finally, four years younger than Jonquil, and ten years younger than Elinor, comes the twins : Bael and Catya. They are the spitting image of Sansa, with bright red hair and large tully blue eyes. Bael is the eldest of the two, and just like the King he was named after, enjoys writing and singing songs. He is very close to his father and to his uncle Rickon, whose first child was born the same day. Bael is a dreamer, a poet. He is kind and very funny, very imaginative. He his the most curious of the sibilings about his parents story, and will write several songs at a young age about his late uncle Robb battles, fascinated by him. Bael is very very protective of his twin sister Catya.

Catya is the sweetest, most soft-spoken child Sansa and Sandor would have, and also, the last. Juste like her brother, she has long red hair and bright blue eyes. She’s a very delicate and very fragile child, and never spoke a word : she was born mute. Sandor, Sansa and their other children invented a sign language to help her communicate. Quite soon, it became obvious she was blessed with the green sight, and had to learn how to navigate her gift with the help of her uncle Bran, with whom she grew very close to. She adores all of her siblings, and is as protective of them in her own manner, as they are of her. She dresses in a lot of white and red, just like the Godswood she spends so much of her time in.

idk how to explain why I used a mermaid avatar maker to illustrate my OCs but it's Mermay and Inkscribble’s work is undefeated, I absolutely adore it.

anyway bye happy Mermay my Sansan people, full love <3

[nauticon-wearables]

Best women clothing for summer

Summer is all about embracing the sun and enjoying the warm weather while looking fabulous. Whether you're heading to the beach, going on a picnic, or just strolling through your favorite city, having the right wardrobe is essential. From flowy dresses to chic shorts, we've rounded up the best women's clothing for summer to keep you looking stylish and comfortable all season long.

Light and Breezy Sundresses: When the temperature rises, sundresses become a go-to choice for many women. Opt for lightweight fabrics like cotton or linen to stay cool and comfortable. Floral prints, pastel shades, and vibrant patterns are perfect for summer vibes.

Stylish Rompers and Jumpsuits: Rompers and jumpsuits are versatile options for summer. They're easy to throw on and can be dressed up or down, making them a must-have in your summer wardrobe. Choose from bold colors or classic neutrals to suit your style.

Classic Denim Shorts: Denim shorts are a summer staple that never goes out of style. High-waisted or distressed, you can pair them with crop tops, tank tops, or even lightweight blouses for a timeless summer look.

Breathable Maxi Dresses: Maxi dresses are not only stylish but also perfect for keeping cool during hot summer days. Look for dresses with open-backs, side slits, or wrap designs to add a touch of elegance to your summer wardrobe.

Comfy Linen Pants: Linen pants are excellent for those days when you want to look effortlessly chic. They're lightweight, breathable, and come in various styles, from wide-leg to cropped, making them ideal for any occasion.

Crop Tops and Tank Tops: Crop tops and tank tops are your best friends in the summer heat. Whether you're pairing them with shorts, skirts, or high-waisted pants, they provide a cool and trendy look.

Straw Hats and Sunglasses: Don't forget to accessorize! A wide-brimmed straw hat not only shields you from the sun but also adds a touch of boho charm to your outfit. Complete your summer look with stylish sunglasses that protect your eyes while keeping you fashionable.

Breezy Sandals and Espadrilles: Swap your boots for sandals and espadrilles to keep your feet comfortable and stylish during the summer. Look for options with fun colors, patterns, and embellishments.

Swimwear: Of course, summer wouldn't be complete without the perfect swimsuit. Whether you prefer bikinis, one-pieces, or tankinis, choose swimwear that makes you feel confident and ready to hit the beach or pool.

Light Jackets and Cover-ups: While summer days are scorching, the evenings can still get chilly. Pack a light jacket or a stylish cover-up to throw over your outfit for those cool summer nights.

Remember, summer is all about having fun with your style and staying comfortable. Mix and match these clothing options to create your unique summer look. Don't forget to wear sunscreen and stay hydrated while you enjoy the sunshine in your best summer attire.

Happy summer, and stay cool and fashionable! ☀️👗🕶️🌴

[bookwyrminspiration]

Kotlc human au prom outfits :)

Don't mind me Nonsie just going to use all of the totally legit prom knowledge I definitely have (I always skip school dances) to answer this one! I've talked about young Sophie once before, so this time I'll do older human Sophie. As for the others...I have ideas :)

Sophie: She's very shy about all this but definitely isn't wearing a dress. But I don't think she'd have the confidence for a suit yet either, so somewhere in-between. Perhaps a formal romper? Simple cut, suitable for a formal environment, she's still covered, and it's not a big fancy dress. It's got a bit of a looser fit, maybe with a sash around the waist, probably a darker color so she doesn't stand out. Not sure exactly which color though--maybe a dark blue or a muted green. She's got her everyday jewelry and her hair is clipped out of her face on one side, but she didn't do anything else. Her makeup is so simple its unnoticable, probably subtle brown liner and mascara, maybe a lip gloss. It's comfortable

Fitz: He's got a classic full-blown suit in a navy blue, complete with a pocket square. Tempted to say he also has a pocketwatch with a chain. He's got a subtly patterned shirt underneath, i'm thinking stripes. His tie is slightly lighter color than the suit, and is slightly off in terms of how it's tied. He tried his best but continues to fiddle with it, and it's the only part of his appearance that reminds you he's actually a dork on top of being so Wonderboy.

Keefe: Floral shirt. 100%. He's got the bright colors and the buttons aren't all closed, which shows off his necklace--a delicate gold. It's only partially tucked into his pants, which look fancy but he wears them so casually. Going for that roguishly unstyled look. He's probably wearing rings as well. Biana might've joked about doing his makeup and he let her do it for the fun of it, so he's got smoky colored shadow and glossed lips to match the shirt. he's got no right looking so good with the chaos he causes

Biana: Her outfit is the closest to a ballgown, she goes all out. Even has a corset style bodice studded with beads forming swirling designs. I'm thinking either a deep purple or a gold color for the dress, and her hair is all down and curled, a simple jeweled clip on one side. She's got a statement lip and stunning highlight, wearing strappy heels that would be a hazard for anyone but her. The sleeves are off the shoulder and sheer, draping over her arms before cinching at the wrist.

Dex: he is embarrassed yet excited to be there, so his outfit is hidden under a hoodie until someone can convince him to take it off. He's got a slightly worn button down with a bowtie slightly askew. He's rolled back the sleeves and it's tucked properly into his pants, which are somewhere between slacks and jeans. He's wearing a super intricate watch that he's been messing with, which stands out. I'm thinking he goes for a more muted color scheme, though I'm not sure which color. Green or bronze-ish maybe?

Marella: There's a two piece situation going on here. The top is lacey, see through on the top half with jewel-like details. The bottom half is like a skirt, plenty of ruffles giving it some volume while still being easy to move in. Torn between whether it's a white/ice blue color pairing or a deep red. Whatever color, it stands out. I'm thinking it's paired with a chunky platform heel and her hair is swept back into a braided ponytail or bun to show off her makeup--sweet colors but dramatic shapes.

Linh: She keeps it simple with a long, flowing dress, but it's in a slightly wrapped style that leaves a slit down the side that flares out as the fabric curves. It's a sage green, matching her eyeshadow. Her hair's pinned up in a half-up bun, and silver jewelry compliments the whole look. She's got strappy sandals with a slight heel in a light color, but doesn't want to overdo it. The sleeves might be a little sheer and flowy, matching the rest of the look

Tam: He's only here because Linh is here; he wasn't going to get dressed up, but Linh said he should have fun, so to appease her he's got on a black button down with floral print (the print is black so it's very subtle) tucked into black jeans. He's wearing complimentary silver jewelry, a chain and rings; it's passable as kinda fancy while still not drawing attention to himself

Stina: She's got a draping bodycon dress that reaches the floor, super regal in a statement maroon, flaring towards the end. She is that girl. It's not super tight, but it's still shapely. Her nails match the dress and so does her eyeshadow, complemented by a sharp winged liner. Her heels are short stilettos, black and secure. Her hair has been pinned up out of her face, but gathered in a way where the curls all flow down her back.

Maruca: She's got a short dress, about knee length, which falls in layers. I'm thinking a dusty pink color, all one piece with a dip down the middle. The back is slightly open and all the fabric is a solid, smooth color. The only texture is along the front of the bodice, which is studded with jewels and lace. it's simple yet stands out, complimenting her gold jewelry. Her makeup matches, and I think she might go for braids for the occasion, perhaps with gold hair cuffs throughout to stick to the theme.

Wylie: He's not a fan of social events so he keeps it simple, just an unbuttoned blazer over plain shirt and pants. The boldest thing he'd be willing to do is wear a brighter color, like a mustard yellow or rusty orange blazer, but he doesn't want to be noticed. No tie, no pocket square, nothing extra. Just formal enough that people don't come up to him and ask why he's not dressed up.

Those are some of my ideas for what they might wear in a human au to prom! I know many people are fond of the girls in suits and such, and I also love them and think they'd look great! I just don't think it matches their clothing choices from the series; they've shown an affection for dresses that I used as inspiration instead (except for Sophie). So that's why I didn't include those ideas :)

[trytofic]

So uhhh I wrote something. Killer gets a pet dragon lol

He opens a new box and carefully snaps all the little pieces together, hair flowy and shining, a long set of wings carefully attached to the back of the figure. Killer loves these things, as much as his friend Dust makes fun of him about it, he just can’t see the beauty. Its less of who it is but more of the craft. The figures he collects have such fine detail, its almost like he can see the fabric with ever craved line on them. He sighs as he places the figure in its new spot. This whole room is dedicated to them. He can’t believe that he gets to own such things, but ever since he started working again, his collection could stay. He smiles at his newest gem before he turns off the light, deciding its time to got to sleep. 

He wakes to a crash, and he bolts from his mattress. It sounded like it came from his collection. He grabbed a knife he hid under his bed for completely practical reasons, and absolutely not for when his friend came over to have some fun. When he opened the door, his hand slamming on the wall to turn the lights on, he saw in the middle of the floor a small black creature. He was hissing and writhing, he noticed its eye was a bright cyan color. He is surrounded by glass, he’s the one who made the glass shatter. He looked around to see several figures on the floor, only one not broken from the commotion. His hands shook as he saw the damaged figures. He kneels getting ready to pick them up when the creature hisses and shrieks at him. Stumbling backward, his bones hit the ground so hard he let out a startled yelp.

“What re you doing in here you stupid thing!” He could feel liquid coming from his eyes but chose to ignore it. “You’re breaking my things and you’re going to wake my neighbors.” He says with his teeth grit tight.  

When the creature hisses again and jumps at him, he grabs it by the tail.

‘Let go of me to stupid dolt!’

“What?”

‘You heard me! Put me down this instance!’ Killer dropped the creature into his lap, and it began to look over his legs and wings. As he began to lick his wounds, he could still hear an angry growl. ‘This is my hoard now and I will defend it with my life.’

“You’re what? My 40K figures?”

‘Is that what theyre called? Figures?’

“Well yeah. Wait… how is this your hoard and you don’t even know what they are? What the heck even are you?”

‘I am a dragon of course! How uneducated are you?’ 

“A dragon?”

‘Yes! Now tell me about my hoard! Do they need heat to keep them together and shiny? What value do they hold? Are they likely to be stolen?’

“Woah woah woah, look.” He takes in a deep breath. “First of all, these are my figures. I bought them with my own money, I make sure they don’t get dusty buy keeping them, I make sure the room doesn’t overheat to they can melt. These are mine. So whatever you think you’re going to do here, aint gonna happen!”

‘Plastic? Dust? Wait, are these not valuable?’

“They are to me you little snake!”

‘Do not call me that you pathetic oaf! I am a dragon! I am created to guard a hoard, and this had been decided as my hoard!’ Killer looks down in his lap to see his wings spread out and his feet more webbed that claws. His tail rounded but long. He was more like a sea serpent than a dragon. But he also noticed one eye was closed as he spoke to him. He looked around to see there is a black liquid on some of the glass that is shattered on the floor.

“Are you hurt?” He asks bringing his phalanges to the dragon’s eye. It hisses and he sees the black liquid begin to drip out. He stumbled to his feet, the dragon hissing as he was lifted.

He rushed to clean up his wound and the dragon in his hands shuddered with the gentle touch to his eye. The whole process was silent, and Killer knew he needed to go back and clean up the room, but this little dragon, took priority.  Once his eye was cleaned, he put a small bandage over it.

“Don’t scratch at it. It’ll only get worse if you do.” He huffed, his feet leading him back to the room. He set the dragon down and he sat staring up at Killer. He stared at the broken figures and his shoulders sunk. Some of these designs weren’t even sold anymore, but as he stared down at the dragon who sat staring at the figures, he couldn’t be too upset with him, since he didn’t know what he was doing. He let out a groan as he left to find something to clean up the mess.

As Killer stared at the mess, he let out a sigh and began cleaning, the dragon curled on a shelf, watching him closely. He placed the figures that could be saved in one pile and the ones that he wouldn’t be able to repair in a garbage bag. His soul felt like shattering as he stared at them. He picked of some of the pieces and he could hear his bones begin to rattle. Why did this bother him so much? They’re just figures. He jumped when he heard a small chirp from the shelf and he looked to see a worried expression from the dragon. 

“What should I call you by the way?” Killer asked as he put his hand over his eyes. 

‘I… I do not have a name. Is there one you think would suit me and my hoard?’ The dragon’s tail slightly swayed.

“Nightmare.” He chuckled. “In the Warhammer universe Nightmares are not mortal born creatures, they’re fantastical and strong.” He looked over at the dragon to see its cyan eye grow large and shone in awe.

‘That sounds like a lovely name. I would love to hear more about the story of this universe.’

“Oh, I have a few books somewhere in here that are just stories from in the universe. I know I have some rule books and modules, but the novels are pretty good too.”

‘That sounds lovely. Since you have given me a name, may I ask yours?’

“Killer.” He smiled as he walked over to the dragon. “I know it was a little rocky, but I hope we can enjoy the collect- hoard together.” 

‘I as well.’

[musekicker]

never done this beefo so am not sure how specific this needs to be. for some reason my first thought for the mva writing prompt is monger & dockroach trapped in an elevator (possibly during a red alert lockdown thing)

if you fancy somefin else could be link trying out clothes? especially dresses with susan. n maybe bob gets sad he can't wear anything 😭 (doc could just invent special fabric)

Sorry this took so long for a reply. It took a bit because kind of turned into it's own thing? There is clothes trying out bit though. And i had fun writing this.

One afternoon in the monsters recreation room, Susan and Bob were watching television, a food channel that was airing one of it's many baking competition shows.

"That flan looks very nice." Susan said about one of the contestants creations.

"I'd date them." Bob said of the flan.

They were not to find out who was to get sent home on this episode as Link walked in.

"Hey, the doc's not around here is he?" Link asked.

"Last I saw him he was heading to his lab." Susan said.

"And last I saw him, he was pushing me out of his lab. Did you know that I make toxic fumes if set on fire?" Bob said.

Link and Susan stared at Bob.

"That or I smell like salad dressing. One of the two." Bob said.

The other two monsters decided to follow up on that with Doctor Cockroach later.

"So he's in his lab for sure? Good. I need your help with something, Susan." Link said.

"I'm always happy to help out a friend." Susan said. "What do you need?"

"Tonight's a date night for me and the doc and I just kind of realized that I don't have anything nice to wear at all." Link said.

"I have a stash of clothes and access to a sewing machine." Susan said. "So I can help. Though why are you suddenly interested in clothes now. You usually don't do the clothes thing. Even for your date nights."

Bob gasped.

"I just realized that you're naked!" Bob cried, pointing at Link.

"You're naked too, Bob." Link said.

Bob looked down at himself, gasped again, and screamed.

"Don't look!" Bob cried.

Link, knowing full well Bob would probably forget he said anything, looked back to Susan.

"It's true that I'm not a fashion guy. But me and the Doc, well.. just that I'm planning something tomorrow and it's going to be special."

Susan now was doubly curious. 

"Special huh? How special are we talking?" Susan asked.

Link looked to the doorway, and then peered out into the hall both directions before talking to Susan.

"Special as in no information gets back to the doc right now." Link said.

Interest was tripled.

"Wait, are you going to-" Susan asked.

"I can't say." Link said quickly. "You I trust with secrets. Bob with secrets though..."

"I can keep a secret!" Bob cried. "I've never told anyone about the spaghetti and meatballs I've been keeping as a secret pet in the vents."

"... that explains that weird smell." Susan said.

Link grinned.

"Let's wait to say anything to Monger. I've already started the rumor that the smell is because of Coverton and I want to give it time to spread before the truth is found out." Link said.

"Can't promise that. But what I can promise is that I can get a nice look ready for you before tomorrow night." Susan said.

Bob gasped.

"Does this mean there will be a fashion montage?" Bob asked.

"You bet it does!" Susan said.

There was a great selection to choose from clothes wise. Susan liked variety and was trying out more looks. And the skill of sewing and making her own clothes gave more variety. They had started with clothes that were more in the family of black or dark blue. That didn't seem to be Link's style though.

And a chunk of time spent trying clothes that were more flowy or dress like too. One was a shade of purple that he almost went with but decided that light blue was the way to go in color choice.

As Susan was looking through the possible options with the new color scheme in mind, Link came across a leather jacket.

"I didn't know you went through a leather jacket phase." Link said.

Susan shrugged.

"It was a short phase. I had dropped the look because of Derek." Susan said.

She paused, hearing herself saying those words and not liking them.

"Maybe I should start wearing a leather jacket again. Just because." Susan said.

"You really should." Link said. "If there is anyone I know who can rock that look besides me, it's you."

Susan smiled, picking up the jacket again and looking at it fondly.

They eventually settled on a outfit. A bright blue dress shirt and over that a white dinner jacket. There was a tie as well with the look. A simple solid black. It was not the most adventurous of outfits but it looked good.

Link was happy with it and Susan was happy to see Link happy.

Bob however was frowning

"What's wrong Bob?" Susan asked.

"I want a fashion montage too!" Bob said.

Link and Susan looked to each other. Susan was the one to break the silence.

"Clothes don't exactly... work great for you." Susan said.

Bob pouted more.

"Maybe I can talk to the doc and he can figure out something for you clothes wise." Link said.

Bob perked up at that. 

It was the big night. Link was a mix of so many emotions. On the edge of something big. As excited as he was, he was also more scared then he had thought he would be. He was doing a good job hiding it he thought as he knocked on the lab door.

The door opened and Doctor Cockroach was there. One of the rare moments he was not wearing a lab coat. Rather he was wearing his normal slacks and shoes, along with a teal dress shirt. He was one to dress like this on date nights. He clearly had not expected to see Link dressed up as well, looking a bit startled.

"You're dressed up pretty nice." Doctor Cockroach said.

Link grinned.

"Not a issue is it?" Link asked.

Doctor Cockroach looked Link over again before answering.

"No. Not a issue at all." Doctor Cockroach said, a soft smile on his face. "Shall we go?"

The diner was not a fancy place to match the outfit that Link was wearing. But neither monster actually cared about that. It was a place they both knew they liked and knew was monster friendly. Even though the world knew of the monsters at this point, it did not mean they were welcomed by all.

As it was, the staff were polite enough to the monsters. Even knew how they preferred the food they ordered. And at this hour they basically had free range on what songs were playing on the old jukebox in the place.

It was a normal enough and sweet date night. 

Later that night found the two lovers sitting on the bench outside the diner. Doctor Cockroach leaned his head against Link's shoulder. They stayed that way for some time as they looked at the stars. Not quite ready to head back home. The night was winding down though. And Link had to make his move.

"Doc... I have something to say." Link said.

The sudden change of tone, from something playful to something soft but serious. The doc picked up on that quickly.

"Is everything okay?" Doctor Cockroach asked.

"Everything is just fine." Link said quickly. "In fact I'd say pretty perfect. Which is why I have something I need to say."

Link stood up then.

"We've been together for so long. Even when we didn't exactly really have much a of a future. But since the whole world knowing about monsters thing and the fact we do have a future now just made me think more about it. And just well..." 

Link took a deep breath, before he looked to the doctor. He gently took one of Doctor Cockroach's hands and gazed into his eyes.

"I want to make sure that our future is together." Link said.

Doctor Cockroach knew what Link was doing before Link went down to one knee and took the ring box out of his dinner jacket pocket. He was able to keep himself from saying anything until Link asked the question.

"Will you marry me?" Link asked.

"Yes!" was the doctors answer a fraction of a second later.

The embrace and the kiss after that lasted for awhile. No one else was there to judge though. Just them and the stars.

Link pulled away from the kiss eventually to say something.

"We might want to think about heading back soon. Susan for sure knew what I was planning and she's probably going to stay up to find out how things went." Link said.

[wishforchaos]

Sanders Sides HCs: things that I own that I think they'd wear.

Bc I am diving back into my childhood medias so I can slightly heal from the HUGE traumas that are about to come my way family-wise.

ANYWAY-

Patton:

Light blue GAP sweater: super soft and casual, with a soft V-neck. Could be paired with a cute skirt or pants, with either ankle boots or nicer tennis shoes.

Floral sundress: it's flowy, it's inner slip is soft, and the flower print fabric is sheer. This is based SOLELY off of vibes, but it fits.

White Beret: a souvenirs that I got in France. Could pair it with either of the aforementioned items.

Mary-Jane heels: my first pair of actual heels. Wore them to my first Homecoming. Holds sentimental value. Also I think he'd like the sound they make on hard floors.

Roman:

Sophomore year homecoming dress: it's shimmery, it's pink (i don'town much red, it doesn't look very good on me in most cases) , it's also flowy. It's a wrap dress made of very soft...satin? I think? Not really sure but I got it in Francesca's at the mall, and curled my hair to look like a brunette Marilyn Monroe. Has a bit of tragedy hung on it, as I left homecoming crying that year.

Red Christmas dress: one of the few red things I own and looks good on me. It's sleeveless, high necked, and is made out of velvet. Its a cooler red, hits about knee length, and has a dropped waist. Like down to the bottom of the dress where there's soft like....ruffles? Pleats? Idk ask Calvin Klein. Got it at TJ MAXX for really cheap though.

Red and white striped swater: super cute, REALLY SOFT LIKE OMG, and another red thing that looks good on me! Yay! Pair it with jeans or a black skirt and it looks nice. Oh! It's cropped too. It was a Christmas sweater, before I came to terms with being nonbinary and started to wear feminine stuff again. Super fluffy and warm.

Burnt Orange (?) Maxi skirt: long, flowy, and makes you feel like you're in a medieval town. I got it in a cute little boutique in a smaller town in my state. Got a warm yellow top and felt like Dolores Madrigal. However it can be paired with a plain black or white top. I personally pair it with a black spaghetti strap bralette, easiest way to describe it.

Mary-Jane Heels: "But Wish!" I hear you say "those are listed under Patton!" And you would be absolutely right! They are, aren't they? Well I left a part out about these heels. They're also my theater shoes. My character shoes! I did my first high-school show in them! Oh it was so fun! I found out I can full on sprint in them too, while doing theater! Memories, memories! Danced all night in them. I even wore them to homecoming again with the aforementioned pink dress!

White Beret: another thing from Patton's list, yes. But it's from France, it's stylish, and could work very well within Roman's wardrobe! I actually bought it in Paris! How fun that I bought it in the city of love! Roman would very much enjoy that I feel.

Logan:

Freshman year homecoming dress: shorter, tighterfitting, and dark blue. Nothing to snag, get caught on, or trip over. Practical, and you look good while doing whatever you so choose to do in it. I also met my boyfriend in this dress! He stopped me from maiming a guy who was harassing my friends in it! How fun! It's shimmery too by the way, for a bit of flair.

Knee length black skirt with lace and a strip of ribbon: practical, more conservative, yet still looks good. Got it at St. Vincent's (a thrift store) and was so glad I did.

Black worn leather bag: a hand-me-down from my great-aunt to my mother, who in turn let me have it after I expressed interest in it, it's a messenger bag-esque style purse. It has space to store pencils, id's, wallets, sanitary items, even some books! Very fun and stylish, while also functional!

Black heeled ankle boots: another staple in my classier shoe wardrobe (which is mostly boots, accompanied by three pairs of tennis shoes, one pair of flats, and two pairs of sandals), and made of suede, pretty sure they're also a designer brand that I got for cheap. They are designer, just not Luxury brand, how fun! I think Logan would enjoy the minute I just spent googling about that.

Virgil:

Ghostface graphic tee: got at Hot Topic, it's Ghostface in a car with the text "get in loser! We're going to watch scary movies!" And I found it funny so I bought it. I just think Virgil would vibe with it.

Demonia Ranger 301s: my fist pair of Demonia platforms! I wear them the most out of all my boots haha. They're very simple, only two-three inches and overall just complete a vibe.

Plain purple hoodie: self explanatory, really.

Grey plaid hoodie: also self explanatory.

Grey and white Fall Out Boy hoodie: one of the first hoodies that I wore religiously. I think Virgil would appreciate the band, and also the fact that at one point, I could fit my whole body into it.

Remus:

Hand cropped tank top: the most risqué article of clothing I own. It was made out of stretchy fabric, something I didn't take into consideration when I marked where I wanted to crop. So when I cut it off, and put it on, it barely covered my chest. Needless to say my parents were NOT pleased, but they let me keep it because I liked it and I MADE it. I tend to layer this under a mesh top that I own. I would list it, but the color scheme doesn't fit Remus at all. It's black.

Black miniskirt: a pleated black miniskirt that I own. If I had my way, this item and the cropped tank would be an outfit, but my parents wouldn't let me out of the house, so that's a not for now. It's mid thigh length.

Fishnet thigh-highs: the man would wear fishnets. You can't tell me otherwise.

Jean jacket: it's a lightwash, but it's covered with pins and is overall going to be very alt fashion once I'm done with it. I think either Virgil or Remus would wear this tbh.

Leather jacket: I have two but this one is big, bulky, and is real leather. A hand-me-down from my aunt, I LOVE this thing and I'm sure Remus would too. It's perfect for riding on a motorcycle.

Janus:

Leather Jacket: my other one, slim, classy, but still has edge. It's got cool stitching on some of the panels too.

Midi-length yellow skirt: it sits just below my knees, and is a dark golden yellow color, pair it with a button down, tights, and heeled boots and it's very classy.

Yellow and white checkered dress: a similar yellow to the skirt, the dress has one sleeve, and a cutout on the side. Very interesting but also very flattering. If I remember correctly, it also has pockets and a slit. Over all, very classy.

Knee length boots: they're my motorcycle boots when I don't wear my platforms. No seriously, that's what they're made for! They're Harley-Davidson. They've got lacing on the side, a small heel, not even an inch I don't think, and a H-D logo on the faux strap on the top.

Sorry that this was so long, but I hope you enjoyed!

[knighthoneybee]

Adelaide - texture, wardrobe, alternate (modern)

Adelaide! This one was fun <3 And not too long to put under a cut lmao!

Texture - Does your OC favor any specific kinds of cloth or textures? Is there anything they can't wear or don't like? What sort of fabrics do they prefer?

Adelaide likes rougher textures like linen, cotton, or wool. Too-smooth fabrics like silk are almost ‘slippery’ to her, and she likes being able to have a reference point of where her hands are on something or not wondering if her hands have moved elsewhere, even a minuscule amount, without her realizing it.

Wardrobe - How big is your character's wardrobe? Do they wear things threadbare, or can they afford new clothes often? Are they any good at mending and repairing their own clothing?

Her wardrobe is moderate in size. Lots of her clothes have specific parts to them that help her know which piece of clothing it is other than just feeling their shape. If something tears or grows worn out, her family usually lets her know and helps her replace it since they can afford to, and wouldn’t want to really be seen in something damaged. Adelaide’s never tried mending her clothes, but if she tried I think she’d get some hang of it, she’d just have to go very slow.

AU (Modern) - What would your OC's alternate universe look be? If they're a fantasy character, what's their modern look? If they're sci-fi, what's their fantasy look? What AU would you want to see your OC in, and how would they dress themself? Bonus: Prompt an AU!

Definitely lots of flowy dresses and cute accessories! She’d wear lots of light colors—probably pastels! I think she’d be interested in more casual wear and pants, too, though I think she’d still prefer dresses/skirts. It’s weird to imagine her in pants lmao, but still she’d look super cute!