#cami pattern

[valtoiddd]

another test drawing the hs artstyle !!

it wasn't intentional but i like to think this drawing is kind of a "bad-ending" of this frame:

[not-feeling-the-aster]

I wonder what came to be of Snow's granddaughter. We don't know much about Snow's children, but it's highly possible that they would go into hiding or at least keep a low profile, or maybe they would be charged for some crimes (again, there isn't enough information about them). But what about the girl?

I like the idea of Tigris somehow reaching out after the revolution, feeling protective of her. She would help her understand more about their family's past and ensure she was better than them. And after that, who knows? Maybe she moves to one of the Districts (if they still exist as we have known them) and lives far away from the Snow legacy.

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And then I got carried away and started to imagine a story about Katniss' daughter and Snow's great-granddaughter meeting each other as teens/young adults. Because drama.

[possum-tooth]

the secret to crop tops is a solid black camisole

[fruitidyke]

nika muhl fic from when she at uconn and they’re going on the europe trip. gf is a manager on the team and she had been dating nika for a while now. gf is going on the europe trip and gets to meet nika’s parents for the first time. and gf is like freaking out a little bit before meeting them like what gift should she bring, whT she should wear etc. but nika ofc gets her to chill out and they meet the parents and it goes really well, they adore gf and they tell cute stories ab nika

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SYNOPSIS: You're in Croatia with your girlfriend Nika for a few preseason games, and tonight, you're meeting her parents in person for the first time. You got super nervous but it works out in the end

WARNINGS ⚠︎: none that I know of

WORD COUNT: 𝟖𝟔𝟕

RECOMMENDED SONG: Lover - Taylor Swift

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You’ve been in your shared hotel room with your girlfriend, Nika, for the past hour and a half trying to find the perfect outfit. You’re both on the same basketball team at the University of Connecticut, and for the preseason, you had a few games in her hometown of Zagreb, Croatia. When Nika told her parents she’d be coming home for a few games, they asked the two of you to have dinner with them on a night you were free. You didn’t disagree, after all, you’d talked to them a few times over FaceTime and social media, but seeing them in person? The idea scared the hell out of you.

“You know, you’re not meeting the Queen of England,” Nika said, leaning against the bathroom doorway with a teasing smile, arms crossed over her UConn hoodie. She was clearly amused, watching you do your makeup, then wipe it off, then redo it; determined to look perfect.

“You’re right. I’m meeting your parents, which is scarier,” you replied. “Okay, which says ‘respectable future daughter-in-law’ more?” you asked, showing her the two outfits you thought looked the nicest for meeting her parents that was laid out against one of the beds.

Nika walked over and wrapped her arms around your waist. She looked at both outfits; one a cute pair of jean shorts with a cami top, the other a matching patterned skirt and crop top.

“They’re going to love you no matter what you wear,” she said softly, brushing her nose against your neck. “You’re smart, loving… you deal with my chaos. My mom already thinks you’re an angel for that one,” she teased, placing soft kisses along your neck.

“Okay, but should I bring a gift? I feel like I should bring a gift,” you said, your hands gripping her arms around your waist. “Is that a Croatian thing?”

Nika laughed. “You don’t need a gift, ljubavi. But if it makes you feel better, bring chocolates. Can never go wrong with those, pretty girl.” She was clearly amused at how much you were freaking out, especially since you were usually calm and down-to-earth. Seeing you panicked over meeting her parents like they were the most powerful people in the world entertained her.

By the time you two were ready, you had just enough time to head to dinner. The soft city lights of Zagreb illuminated the town, the gentle chatter of people passing by filling the air. But all you could focus on was the reassuring squeeze of Nika’s hand in yours. Just a few minutes later, you reached the apartment she grew up in. She knocked gently on the door while you stood a little shakily beside her.

“Dušo, calm down,” she whispered, placing a soft, tender kiss on your temple.

You took a deep breath, centering yourself on the smile on her face. Even if she was a little nervous, she didn’t show it. The love of her life, for over two years now was finally going to meet her parents.

“Zdravo, dobrodošli!” her mom greeted excitedly, wrapping you in a warm hug and kissing your cheek.

You blushed, a dimpled grin spreading across your face. “Hi, Mrs. Mühl,” you said, kissing her cheek back.

“You must be the girl my daughter’s crazy over!” she teased, making you turn just in time to catch Nika blushing hard.

“I guess you could say that,” you said with a soft laugh, holding the small present out to her.

“Thank you for allowing me to be here, Mrs. Mühl.”

She took the little wrapped box, which contained a few kinds of chocolate and other treats Nika had told you they liked.

“Awh, you didn’t have to… thank you,” her mom said warmly, pulling you into a loving hug.

When you walked into the apartment, the aroma of something delicious filled your nostrils. Nika’s face broke into a wide grin.

“Are you two cooking purica s mlincima? Just for us??” she asked eagerly.

Her dad looked up from the kitchen, smiling when he saw you both. “Ah! You’re finally here!” he said, pulling you into warm, welcoming hugs. The way her parents greeted you with such open arms instantly put you at ease and Nika could see the tension leave your body the moment it happened.

After a long evening of joking, story-sharing, and laughter over wine and a dinner you hadn’t expected to love quite as much as you did, it was time to head back to the hotel before Geno would get too cranky.

Her mom pulled you in for one last hug, holding on just a little tighter this time. “We’re so happy to finally meet you,” she said quietly. “Come back anytime. You’re family now.”

As you and Nika stepped back into the soft night air, she looped her arm around your waist, tugging you close.

“You were perfect,” she said.

“You sure?” you asked, still half in disbelief.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything,” she replied. “Except maybe that you and purica s mlincima are going to have a long, loving relationship.”

You laughed, then leaned in to kiss her, the streetlamps casting a soft glow behind her silhouette.

Croatia felt like a second home now. Because of her, because of this.

Because you were already part of her world

a/n: idk why I took so long to write this babe but pls enjoy <3 love you guys pls stay safe

[inky-duchess]

Fantasy Guide to 1920s Fashion

A post Pandemic, post war world ruled by billionaires living it up with an economic depression looming - no, not the 2020s, the 1920s. The 1920s was an era known for its bold fashion, where men and women left pre-war fashion behind in order to party it up.

Underwear

Women

Now, you may have heard that women didn't wear corsets in the 1920s. And you're partially right, this was the era Bras became popular. But women still wore corsets even if they weren't as popular as before. Corsets adapted, now instead of giving a lady a waist, it flattened her bosom because flat chests were in fashion. However, some flappers refused to wear corsets at all. Some clubs even had a corset check room, where girls could abandon their corset for their night out. Bras were more like sports bras today as in they were rectangular in shape and held everything down. Both corsets and bras were usually a flesh colour or pale fabric, and popularily made out of silk or rayon. Garter belts were worn around the waist, past the hips and hung with clips to fasten one's stockings so they wouldn't fall down. Under all of this the lady still wore her chemise which was now called a slip, along with a vest and cami knickers. Women would wear stockings, usually sheer or black while young girls would wear socks.

Men

Like women, this was an era of new underwear - the boxer shorts. These were tied by a drawstring but about 1929, elastic waists were becoming more popular. Men would wear vests as well. If your fella doesn't like boxers or a vest, he can wear a union suit which combines the two in one. Socks were also very interesting in this period because mens socks became louder and more patterned. Suspenders held up trousers, either clipped on or buttoned in place.

Day Wear

We all know the basics of what they would have worn on a night out at the club but what did the people of the 1920s actually wear on a day to day basis?

Men

Suits: Men wore 3 piece suits, so trousers, jacket and waist coat. The lapels were wide, the trousers were high rise and cuffed for the Gods. Most of the suits were wool or plaid or tweed and stripes were very popular. For days out at the seaside or in the heat, linen suits were worn sometimes with jaunty pinstripes. The jackets and trousers were looser than their predessor.

Shirts: Shirts were also often striped, the collars either white or matching the shirt. Some would have pockets. with white or matching collars. Dress shirts would have detachable collars but casual shirts usually had them attached.

Sweaters: Sweaters were mainly for sporting pursuits, like fishing or golf. Sweater Vests: Knitted vests worn over shirts.

Women

Dresses: Women were more out and about in the 1920s than they had before so they needed dresses that reflected that. Day dresses were generally looser and had a drop waist. The skirt would fall usually to just below the knees. Day to day dresses could have long sleeves but a lot of 1920s dresses were short sleeved or 3/4 length.

Blouses and Skirts: Blouses and skirts would also be worn, usually of matching fabric and loose fitting much like dresses, also. Skirts were fastened with hooks. This was also the

Coats: Ladies would wear long coats over their ensemble.

Night Out

Women

For the night out in the club or speakeasy, they wore loose dresses, either without any sleeves or cap sleeves (usually sheer). The "flapper" dress was straight up, straight down, knee length and low cut. More formal parties might see a lady drift more to the robe de style, which composed off a wide skirt but without a definitive waist. Bold patterns, beading, statement fabrics were all the rage. Headpieces and headbands were worn instead of hats.

Men

For the guys, the tuxedo was the go to club wear for the upper echelon but the lower classes would still be dapper in their best suits. Men often exchanged their day shirts for penny collar shirts which were far lighter.

Children

Girls wore dresses, usually rather loose like pinafores. The length of the hemlines showed the girls' age, the further the hem line was dropped. Patterned dresses were popular. Peter pan collars and smocking were also popular. For days at the seaside, they might wear sailor dresses often paired with straw hats.

Boys wore shirts and shorts, their shorts would develop into trousers as they grew up. Short sleeved shirts would be worn in summer. Sweater vests were popular too. Blazers were popular too and boys would wear caps when heading out.

Accessories

Spats: Spats are white covers worn over a man's dress shoes.

Hair Accessories: Hair accessories were very au corant in the '20s. Tiaras we're still worn but now across the brow. Headbands were popular, pins, feathers and even Egyptian inspiration headpieces that dripped jewels down the curve of their hair.

Hats: Every man would wear a hat outside. Every man of every rank or class. Flat caps were worn by upper and lower classes, so were fedoras, Derbies, Homburgs, Panamas, and boaters. Straw hats were worn by the seaside. Women also wore hats outside. Clouche hats were popular, made of felt and worn low across the brow. Turbans were worn during the day as night. These were decorated with pins or feathers or fabric flowers.

Shoes: For men, Oxford's were popular with the middle and upper class, sports sneakers were worn while playing sports and lace up boots were worn during winter or at labour intensive jobs. For ladies, heeled pumps were all the rage.

Tie clips: Tie clips were pins worn to keep the tie in place.

Arm rings: Arm rings where worn to hold up the rolled up sleeves of men's shirts.

Make-Up and Hair

Make up was worn in the 1920s. The go to look was a heavy smokey eye, dark lip, bold brows and blush.

Hair is probably what you think of when you think of the 1920s. This was a post war world so women wanted to throw off the shackles of what bound them before starting with their hair. The bob became fashionable. For men, hair was grown out only long enough to be parted and slicked back.

[tiamathh]

Walk Walk Fashion Baby

Hi girlies new year new style ykwim anyway this is a pac that i have been wanting to make for a long time but i was like idk how many ppl will like it etc but now idc about all that i want to have fun so here it is!! Have fun and stay hydrated. muah <33 also my paid readings are open there are a few slots (15) if anyone's interested xx ciao <3 like and rb if you like xx

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Pile 1

Hi pile 1! You need to try that classical, timeless, style, i know it can be annoying to look at all the beige and muted tones but its so much more than that like, picture this, a tailored blazer or high-waisted trousers that fit like a dream. tbh I am also getting pearls for some reason so maybe adding neckklaces as accessories can be something you are interested in to incorporate in your style next year. Start with a simple white shirt, a fitted black dress, or a pair of cut jeans. Then you can accesorise with delicate gold bracelet, a black bag, or a string of pearls again with the pearls they are calling for you right nowww.

Moreover, another style you can incorporate is just as sharp, and elegant so like the whole academia aesthetic, regardless of light or dark that doesn’t matter but what I am trying to say is, clothes with shape. Like cinched wastes and just clothes that create shape for you are like something you really should give thought to. It’s about being comfortable but also looking effortlesss while doing it all, I think basics like camis, just plain shirts/tshirts are something you need more of in your closet because theres so many ways to style them other than just for formal wear. Like one style inspo is literally Proncess Diana cannot get more elgant than her istg, enjoy muah <33

Pile 2

Y’all this is my pile you guys are my PEOPLE ok to begin with you need to stop being afraid of colour and looseness like not everything has to be tight and fitted especially just because the microtrend world says so. Experiment with “loud” colours and different textures, things you may have thought are “odd” and don’t look good, because trust me the way it can all be pulled together is crazy and so much fun!! Layer, the most important part, stack rings and bracelets and go for those colours that lowkey hurt your eyes because fashion is about colour and pattern and texture and taking all of it out of fashion just makes it dull imo.

Start with a bright coloured tshirt, maybe something like yellow, then layer on, very “indie kid” aesthetic like the high saturation stuff. Mixed with that I am also getting maximalism to the MAX layer layer layer, stack stack stack you should look like a walking apparell store (kidding) seriously though if you have been feeling like you want to experiment with something like this and oxidised jewellery and mixing different styles mainly because all of your wardrobe is mismatched (me) then go for it because I promise it will come out looking way better than you may have imagined. 

Pile 3: 

Ooo I love this, okay so very romanticised, very coquette but not really, this is also the pile which will look so good in pastels in lighter colours. All I am getting in my head are those pictures of people on picnics in their flowy outfits and dresses looking so pretty and at peace, bows and dellicate bangles, just a very dainty aesthetic im thinking light fabrics and romantic fashion like lace-trimmed dresses, pastel skirts and floral prints, very fairytaile-ish. Ruffles or embroidery too and just magical overall. Also the complete opposite of pile 2 here, minimalist aesthetic may suit you a lot so try it out next year!

I am talking about keeping it simple, not too much with the accessorising and maybe a staple or statement accessory piece that goes with everything and anything you wear. Also for some of you with this simplistic style, you may have to be pushed to try on something more glam too like a bold red lip when it comes to makeup, like be bolder with your makeup experiment with more purples, pinks and reds while keeping the outfits simpler. 

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Jelly Legs- ArthurTV

Becoming a camerawoman for ChrisMD meant two things;

Standing out in all weathers for hours on end watching people try to shoot a ball into the net and

Trying not to stare at ArthurTV while doing number one.

You were first introduced to Arthur on your first day on the job, you were obviously nervous but professional and found it sweet Arthur spent his down time when he wasn’t taking part in the video, asking you questions. It was a ritual now, after shooting had wrapped for the day Arthur would stop for you a chat, one of his questions was always ‘what are you doing after this?’ so you would tell him your plans whether it be with some friends or mostly going home and edit the photos from the shoot before watching some Netflix and Arthur’s response would always be ‘cool,’ and a nod before he stuttered and walked off to speak to Chris.

“Do you mind that Arthur has a crush on your videographer?” George asked when him and Chris were getting into an Uber to go home after another very long shoot. Your day was far from over still, you had to take the equipment back to the office and back up the SD cards before heading home.

“Nope, it’s been what? Eight months now and it’s still the exact same routine, he stares at her, talks to her about animal mating rituals, she follows him around with a camera for apparent content,” Chris said doing the finger quotes before continuing “Then he asks her what she’s doing that evening but never follows it up with oh you’re not doing anything? Maybe we could go out? There’s nothing to be worried about, Arthur is a man of habit,” the small man explained as he played with his phone. George nodded in agreement but just because he agreed with it didn’t necessarily mean that was the way it had to be.

“Has she said anything to you about possibly liking him back?” George asked raising his scarred eyebrow.

“No, I don’t know a ton about her outside of work, she tends to keep things professional mostly. I know she loved science fiction films so they’d be a good pairing in that sense,” Chris replied with a shrug and George nodded.

“When’s the next time you’re going out with your team? Let’s invite her along, I think it’s time you got to know her a little bit more socially,” George suggested and Chris nodded, just because he was unlucky in love didn’t mean he wasn’t willing to help out a friend.

“So if you fancy is we’re all going to go out for dinner and then some drink’s next Friday?” Chris asked you the next time you were both in the office, setting the wheels of the plan in motion.

“Oh wow, yeah sounds good,” you nodded before looking back to your screen.

“Really? Okay great,” Chris replied and you looked at him a little and frowned.

“Unless you were just asking me to be polite…”

“Oh no no no! It’s just, I wasn’t expecting you to say yes so quickly. I’ve kind of noticed you tend to keep to yourself quite often. Its one of the reasons why we’re doing this actually, to get to know everyone outside of work, I like to think it’s quite cool and relaxed here and I’m not some horrible slave driver boss,” Chris explained and you nodded. You did keep to yourself often and people had sometimes pegged you as unfriendly when you were simply unsure.

“Sure, it sounds good,” you smiled and Chris nodded before adding the line that made your heart thump a little.

“George and Arthur will be there too,” You needed a new outfit.

After work that day you went shopping, it wasn’t your favourite thing to do in the world and it was something you could do quite quickly, it was often the case that whenever you had money and needed to buy something there was never anything, here you now were in Westfield trudging through each shop in a desperate attempt to try and find something that made her look good but also make it look like she wasn’t making too much of an effort. She picked up a black cami with a floral pattern and lace trim, feeling the material between her fingers, maybe this would work some jeans? Suddenly she heard a voice the other side of her which sent chills right down to her bone.

“You know you suit dresses a lot more,” the dark voice said in a low tone, you froze and kept trying to tell yourself that this couldn’t be happening, there was no way he was here, it all had to be a misunderstanding, a terrible one at that.

You finally mustered the courage to look up and there he was in front of you, the one person you never wanted to see ever again in your life, the person who you thought you would never see again, sure the legal side of things had ended but perhaps naively you thought he wasn’t so stupid that he would seek you out and talk to you again. You pulled the hanger with the top on it from the rail and marched to the till, hoping that human interaction with someone else could firstly, cause him to back off and secondly it would stop you from bursting into tears. You bought the top but it only kept the tears at bay for those five minutes as the second you left the shop they started to flow. Your vision was blurry from tears no matter how hard you tried to wipe them away as they were being replaced so quickly. You could see a man approach you and you started to panic, your breath quickened in pace and you started to wheeze ever so slightly, feeling the intense squeezing sensation in your chest, a panic attack. You hadn’t had one of these in over four months, you were doing so well. The figure got closet but you noticed the hair wasn’t long and brown so it couldn’t have been him. But he was a big guy, you could tell he was definitely a gym bunny, it wasn’t until you could hear his voice that you started to relax.

“Y/N, Y/N it’s me Reev, what’s happened? Are you okay? Let’s get you somewhere a bit quieter,” he said softly and you nodded. Your main work was for Chris but as he didn’t have a crazy upload schedule you would often do other work in your down time mostly for other Youtubers as they knew your work from Chris and or shared an office with him so it was easy to coordinate.

You could only nod, not having the strength or ability to speak in that moment. It was only when you started to walk you noticed Theo who walked on the other side of you, you were squished between the pair and managed to find some seats in a quieter part of the shopping centre off from the main stretch of shops.

“Do you live far from here?” Theo asked scrolling on his phone for Chris’s number, not knowing who else to contact. Your breathing was still very erratic so you shook your head, it was roughly a ten or fifteen minute bus ride away so an Uber would take closer to ten minutes if not a little bit less.

“Do you have a housemate or anything we can call?” Reev asked but once again you shook your head as you gripped onto the bench so tightly while trying to steady your breathing. You lived alone, you had lived alone since you and him broke up, him. You couldn’t believe after so long you would ever bump into him, let alone him having the audacity to speak to you and now after months of hard work he was at the forefront of your mind yet again.

“Hey Chris, are you home? We’ve got a bit of a situation here,” Theo asked Chris who he had now gotten on the phone, he explained the situation with the little information he had and Chris agreed you could go to his if you needed somewhere. You were starting to feel incredibly embarrassed but still hadn’t gained your ability to speak, or regulate your breathing properly so off to Chris’s you went with Theo and Reev in tow.

“What’s happened?” Chris asked once you were settled on the sofa, a mug of tea in hand, a very concerned ArthurTV and George sitting on the other sofa staring at you waiting for answers.

“I saw my ex,” you managed to spit out, staring at the wall in front of you, you had a thousand yard stare, it was obvious you had been traumatised by something.

“Must have been a pretty shitty ex for you to react like that,” Theo noted. Arthur frowned, the thought of you being so upset by someone did not make him feel good, from the little he knew of you he had only known you as an incredibly sweet person.

“He was. I was so surprised to see him because well…” You sighed, it was all going to come out anyway you may as well let the cat out of the bag. You took a deep breath to compose yourself before speaking again “He went to prison, he was violent.” You stated before downing a big gulp of tea. An uncomfortable and stunned silence filled the room as you looked around to see everyone’s faces, there was a mixture of pity, shock and anger, it was usually what you got.

“Did you know he was out?” Arthur was the one to break the silence, he needed to know more, he needed to know if you were okay.

“Yeah, there’s no restraining order or anything, not anymore. I had a no contact order but he didn’t go to prison because of me, he had a fight with someone else, but still I just didn’t think he was stupid enough to talk to me in that shop. If you guys hadn’t have seen me I don’t know what would have happened,” you burst into tears again as everyone looked at each other not knowing what to do for a crying woman. Chris gave you a hug first, some of the others did too in an attempt to cheer you up, you spent the next hour telling everyone your story, asking their questions to the best of your ability.

“That’s why I keep to myself a lot and keep things professional, I’m so so scared to let anybody else in,” you explained, your gaze flicking to Arthur briefly.

“I can’t say I blame you, but you know if you need anything you can call on any of us right?” George offered as he nudged Arthur a little and the brown eyed boy nodded profusely.

“You know you’re safe with us,” Arthur added and you nodded, you did feel safe with them, but could you open up in the way you wanted to?

Armed with their new knowledge the boys had well and truly embraced you into their inner circle, the best part was as far as you could tell they weren’t just doing it because they felt sorry for you but they were genuine.

The work drinks were a huge success, you spent a lot of time talking to people but mostly you chatted to Arthur, George and Chris although pleased the two of you were talking were now very aware of the complication, as was Arthur but he was determined to not treat you any differently, in fact he was even more determined as he wanted to show you just how you should be treated, you deserved the very best.

“Do you think somewhere in China there’s English takeaway serving up questionable fish and chips and steak and kidney pies?” You asked Arthur as the pair of you tucked into a takeaway. The two of you had started to hang out together just you two. It was purely platonic, you had mentioned you had wanted to learn how to play chess so now it was a regular thing going over to his flat to play a game, eat and talk about your views of the world. For some reason this particular evening had ended up being a little boozy, Arthur often liked a drink but this evening he seemed to be drinking a little but more and also tonight you were in a mood to match him somewhat.

“Maybe, I want to go to China. I had a great time in Sri Lanka, I need to go to Asia a lot more plus it’s so diverse,” Arthur mentioned to you, you hadn’t travelled a lot but it was on your bucket list.

“I’ve never been outside of Europe, I’d really love to do something like that,” you replied as you ate your food.

“Maybe we could do something together? Only if you wanted to of course…” Arthur asked trailing off at the end as his shyness kicked in.

“That sounds amazing,” you smiled and blushed before eating some more of your dinner.

The two of you continued to eat in a comfortable silence, you always insisted on washing up when you went over to his flat despite his insistence it was fine but the two of you had a routine now, you washed and he dried and put away. You handed him a plate, the blush rising very quickly on your cheeks as your hand brushed with his momentarily.

“You’re very cute when you blush,” Arthur said, his eyes widened, he didn’t realise he had said it until the words fell out of his mouth, he stuttered a little as he tried to come up with something to say and now it was his cheeks which were the red ones. You couldn’t help but admire how cute he looked all flustered.

“I’m sorry,” he managed to choke out eventually and you frowned a little and shook your head.

“Don’t be sorry, it’s always nice to hear a compliment. You’re cute when you blush too,” you replied looking down a little picking up the fork and cleaning it so the last of the washing up was over.

“I just don’t want you to think I’m coming on too strong or that I’m only after something. There’s some nice guys out there and I really hope you believe you deserve something nice,” Arthur gushed, he didn’t know why he was saying this let alone why he was saying it now but he couldn’t help himself, the words were spilling out of his mouth he just couldn’t hold onto them anymore. You looked at Arthur carefully, trying to ignore the thumping in your chest. You reached out and grabbed his hand lightly walking back to the sofa where you both sat, hands still entwined and now resting on his knee.

“I know, I think you’re one of the good ones. I didn’t say anything before because of my past and I was scared to get into anything but I don’t want my past to effect my future anymore.” You admitted and Arthur had a very small and hopeful smile on his face.

“Does that mean we can maybe go out for dinner next time?” He asked his voice shaking ever so slightly.

“I’d really like that,” you replied with a giggle. This was going to be different in the best way possible.

[prythianpages]

When I Kissed the Teacher | Cassian

summary: After shameless flirting and one drunken confession, you decide to finally own up to your feelings for Cassian.

warnings: fluff, some suggestiveness/reader thirsting for Cas bc who wouldn't??

a/n: @daycourtofficial suggested this song and idea so big shoutout to her! Though I did a poll and Az won (you can find his version here), I decided to also write a version for Cas as a huge thank you for following me! I just reached 1k ♥ For the sake of this fic, Nesta and Cas are just good friends.

This is part of my ABBA x ACOTAR series (masterlist) where I dedicate a song to a character (:

Cassian strolls along the hallway, a carefree whistle coming from his lips. A towel is draped casually over his shoulder, barely doing anything to cover his well-defined upper half. A satisfying workout has left his muscles pleasantly fatigued and a content smile on his face. He usually trains in the morning but he had to rearrange his schedule to accompany Azriel on a trip to Windhaven.

A creaking sound halts his steps and he turns his head to find you, his favorite trainee, struggling to open the door that leads to the infamous ten-thousand steps. Cassian watches you struggle for a moment longer, suppressing a laugh at the way you huff out in exasperation, allowing your forehead to fall against the door in defeat.

“What are you doing?”

Your head whips around in response, a dizzying blur, causing a momentary loss of balance. As your entire weight leans against the door, it finally yields with a creak. Both the house and Cassian spring to action. A sudden gust of wind sweeps through, slamming the door shut and sending you stumbling forward instead.

Cassian catches you in his arms, one hand securing the small of your back while the other cradles the back of your head. Seemingly unfazed by the dangerous fate you almost, quite literally, threw yourself into, you appear nonchalant as you pull back slightly.

"I'm going out.”

As you speak, Cassian catches the subtle scent of ripe red berries coming from your breath. He recognizes it as Mor’s favorite wine. His hazel eyes graze over your body, taking in your thin cami top and shorts with heart patterns that match the hearts on the fluffy slippers you wear.

“Are you drunk?” He asks, his voice warm with amusement.

You don’t answer him, seemingly distracted by his bare chest. A thin line of sweat makes the black ink of his tattoos glisten, enticing you to lean in and have a taste. If you had drank a bit more, perhaps, you would’ve. But for now, you're content to place your hands on his chest instead, heart fluttering at the sensation of the hard muscle beneath. 

“Mmm, you’re absolutely delicious. Has anyone told you, you should be shirtless more often?”

Cassian chuckles. He’s caught you staring at him during training, often flexing his muscles on purpose for you to give you a better show. And it’s no secret that he finds you attractive too, especially after you coaxed it out of him one morning.

“Get off that pretty ass of yours and give me fifty.”

Your mouth falls open but it’s not the fifty push ups you’re gasping over. “You think I’m pretty?”

His gaze lowers, trailing down your body appreciatively before lifting back up to meet your eyes again. His lips twitch upwards and there’s a sparkle in his hazel eyes. “I think you’re many things, sweetheart. Doesn’t keep you from giving me fifty. On the floor. Now.”

Flirting is common between you two but even then, there’s no way you’d say those words sober to him. “Yup, you’re drunk,” Cassian says. He makes a mental note to chide Mor the next morning for letting you out of her sight.

“And you’re Cassian. My favorite teacher.” You grin lazily at him, a finger grazing a path over to where his heart beats. Your touch creates a ripple of warmth, prompting his heart to lurch forward, craving for more of it. 

Get it together, he thinks as he reminds himself that you’re drunk.

“Mr. Cassian. My Mr. Cassian. My Cassian.”

A flush of warmth paints his cheeks at your slur of words and he doesn’t care if you don’t mean those words the way he’d like you to. You probably won’t even remember tonight and it’s this thought that gives him the courage to reciprocate. His fingers grip your chin lightly, thumb sweeping over your cheek softly.

“Your Cassian,” he affirms gently, a small smile playing on his lips. If only you knew how much he adored you... 

Hearts take shape in your eyes, softening your gaze.  You throw your arms around his neck, pulling him closer into your drunken embrace. Cassian responds, his hands securing beneath your knees, effortlessly lifting you. A playful giggle escapes you, only to be hushed when you notice him carrying you away from the door.

“No, Cas,” you shake your head at him. Attempting to squirm away, you insistently gesture back towards the door. Yet, his arms around you tighten, holding you in place. “We’re going the wrong way! Rita’s is that way!”

“We’re going to bed.”

Your squirming stops and you draw back, looking up at him with a flirtatious flutter of your eyelashes. “We are?”

“You–you’re going to bed. Your own bed, where you will sleep…alone,” Cassian finds himself stammering as he avoids your gaze.

“I don’t want to be alone,” you reply and he can hear the frown in your voice. “I want to be with you.”

“Cauldron boil me,” Cassian curses, quickening his steps. The faster he can get you to your room, the better.

When Cassian finally reaches your room, he thanks the house for opening the door for him. Your silence prompts him to assume you’ve fallen asleep. As he carries you to your bed, his eyes wander around your room, taking in the small details. His heart swells with warmth when he catches a glimpse of the book he had given you over training methods–his favorite book–sitting on your nightstand.

Cassian pulls the covers off your bed and feels you stir in his hold, arms and legs tightening around him as if you could sense his impending departure. He literally has to pry your grip off of him so he can lay you down on your bed. He tucks you in with such tenderness that it sobers you up for just a moment, eyes blinking open. “Can’t you stay?”

The pout you give him is endearing and tugs at his heartstrings.  “I’m sorry, I can’t.”

“But–”

He brushes your hair back with a soft expression on his face that would’ve had you melting, if you weren’t upset by his rejection. 

"Not when you’re like this.”

“But…,” you begin again. A pleading look fills your eyes and there’s a subtle wobble of your lips. “What if I tell you I love you?”

Cassian pauses. His eyes study your face in contemplation. He would love nothing more than to slip under the covers with you but he remains firm in his resolve. So with a soft pat to your head, he says, “tell me when you’re sober, sweetheart.”

**

“Tell me when you’re sober, sweetheart,” you mock Cassian’s voice with a scowl the next morning. Contrary to Cassian’s belief, you remembered everything. “Ugh! He might’ve well just told me he hates me!”

“Or maybe, I don’t know, hear me out,” Nesta begins, raising her hands before you could interrupt. She sits across from you on your bed, already dressed in her training leathers. “He wants you to confess to him when you’re sober.”

Emerie, who leans against your desk, giggles at the look on your face. “Don’t be rational, Nesta,” she says in a teasing tone. “He totally hates her.”

The door to your room creaks open and Gywn steps in with a slight frown. “Hurry up! We’re going to be late for our morning session,” she then looks at you, her frown deepening when she takes note of your disheveled state. “Y/n, what are you still doing in your pajamas?”

 “I’m not going today. Tell them I’m hungover,” you tell her with a grimace, pretending to be sick. Nesta rolls her eyes at your dramatics. “I think I’m going to throw up. You should go before I do.”

Gwyn glances toward Emerie, who had also been drinking with you and Mor last night. She then turns back to you with narrowed eyes. “Emerie seems just fine to me.”

Emerie shrinks back with a small blush. The two of you exchange a look. Yes, you had been drinking with Mor and Emerie last night. But you had done most of the drinking while your friend snuck off with the pretty blonde.

“Leave her be,” Emerie says as she stands up straight, covering for you the same way you had for her.  “I’m sure Cas will understand, given the state he found her in last night.”

“What? Don’t tell me you confessed your feelings while drunk,” Gwyn says with an amused giggle. As the silence stretches, her eyes widen, head turning to you. You're quick to avoid her gaze, prompting her to remark, "No wonder he's blushing like a fool today."

That makes your head perk up almost immediately, eyes finding hers only to see the playful glint in her eyes. Nesta and Emerie laugh while you fling one of your pillows at Gwyn. She catches it with ease and throws it back at you. Surrendering to the teasing, you let the pillow hit you, collapsing onto the comforting expanse of your bed, hoping the blankets might swallow you whole.

“Can you all just leave me be?” You groan. “I’d like to wallow in my own embarrassment alone.”

"Fine," Nesta sighs, patting your leg as she hops off your bed. "But don't think about skipping tomorrow's training!”

**

The next morning dawns, and you find yourself unable to face training, still grappling with the aftermath of your drunken confession to Cassian. Out of all the fish in the sea of Velaris, your heart chose to hyperfixate on him. Your teacher. 

As night falls, you're contemplating skipping training again. It's only another day, and with Friday approaching, the weekend promises a much-needed break. This extra time might be just what you need to gather the courage to face him once more.

Turning in for the night, you cast a glance towards your nightstand. There, beside the book Cassian lent you, sits an untouched hangover tonic. It appeared the morning after your first skipped training session. When you thanked your friends, they had only looked back at you in confusion. You didn’t have to guess who left it there for you after that.

With a sigh, you close your eyes. One of these days, you'll tell him you dream of him every night. Until then, you savor the bittersweet anticipation and allow sleep to pull you into its embrace.

In the sweet haven of your dream, you and Cassian stroll through the center of Velaris as the city shimmers around you. Cassian laughs, the sound echoing like a sweet melody. The two of you then find yourselves in a meadow bathed in moonlight. A sea of luminescent flowers surround you and as the wind blows around you softly, Cassian sneezes. It’s your turn to laugh then.

Cassian rolls his eyes at you and then reaches for your hand, his touch warm and reassuring. He pulls you into a dance with a smile that fills your heart with warmth and–

Your body stirs at the sudden loss of warmth and the soft smile that was on your lips morphs into a frown. Something seizes your ankles, yanking you down the bed. With a sudden jolt, your eyes fly open, and a scream escapes your throat. It takes a moment to recgonize the hazel eyes glaring down at you.

“I hope that dream of yours was beautiful because you’re about to have a nightmare of a training session,” Cassian huffs but there’s a teasing to his tone. “Come on, get up.”

Staring up at him in surprise, your heart flutters, still entangled in the remnants of the dream. Unsatisfied with your lack of response, Cassian leans forward and effortlessly picks you up, hoisting you over his shoulder. The trance shatters, and you protest, kicking and punching.

"Hey! Let me go!" you exclaim, your resistance met with Cassian's apparent indifference as he heads towards the door.

"At least let me freshen up and change!" you plea in exasperation. "You can't expect me to train in my pajamas!"

Cassian rolls his eyes because if you had woken up early like usual, you would’ve had more than enough time to change into something more comfortable for training. He doesn’t care. He just needs you to be there. On time.

“I’ll catch a cold or freeze to death on the rooftop!”

He pauses, his wings shuddering at the thought. While he doesn’t care about what you wear,  he does care about you. Setting you down, Cassian regards you with a stern expression, though his stomach flutters. He hadn’t seen you since that night.

“You have 5 minutes.”

Cassian watches as you spring into action, your hurried footsteps echoing through the room as you run toward your bathroom. He bites back the urge to laugh. He’d never seen you run so fast.

**

Cassian was not exaggerating when he said you were in for a nightmare of a training session. Much to your dismay, your friends were all under Azriel’s instruction for the morning, allowing Cassian’s attention to solely focus on you. Something you normally would’ve swooned over but given your current tension…

“You’re doing it wrong.”

You let out a huff and lower your sword, dragging the pointy edge along the gravel. A scowl taints your features. “I need a break.”

Cassian shakes his head at you. “Not until you get this move right.”

He moves to stand behind you, placing his hands at your waist. Suddenly, you're thankful for the vigorous activity Cassian pushed you into. It allows you to put full blame for your heavy breathing on the demanding training and not on the way Cassian’s warm breath tickles your ears as he instructs you on how to properly position yourself.

“Like this,” he tells you, using a knee to prod your legs further apart.

Your knees wobble and once again, you blame it on your exhausted muscles. Cassian chuckles, the hands on your waist helping hold you steady. “Are you drunk, y/n?” He teases.

You turn your head to glare at him. “I’m sober.”

Cassian raises an eyebrow at you. “Oh?”

You toss your sword aside, freeing yourself from his hold, and spin around to face him. "And you want to know something else?"

Crossing his arms against his chest, Cassian's lips twitch upwards. He’s fully aware of the way your gaze momentarily dips down, catching the flex of his biceps. "What?" he prompts, the hint of a teasing smile playing on his face. 

Suddenly, the words die at your throat as you meet his gaze again. The intensity in his eyes rattles your nerves and you feel the courage slowly slipping away. Desperate to not let this moment slip through your fingers, you curl your fingers into his leathers and yank him down to your height. Choosing to show him instead, you lean forward and press your lips to his.

You pour out all your feelings into the kiss, heart quickening when he begins to reciprocate. His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you flush against him. He’d dreamt of this moment just as much as you did and now that he had a taste, he didn’t want to stop.

Unfortunately, for him, the screams tearing through the training grounds have you pulling away. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Emerie and Gwyn, going wild and playfully tugging at Nesta’s arms while she laughs. Even Azriel indulges in a chuckle.

Blush creeps into your cheeks. You hold your breath as the world seems to stand still. However, instead of an awkward response, Cassian simply smiles, the flush of his cheeks matching yours and you feel like you can breathe again.

“I like you,” you finally confess, exhaling as your gaze dips downward. “Like might not even be sufficient enough at this point…"

Cassian's fingers gently grip your chin, coaxing your gaze back up to his. His thumb sweeps over your cheek in a tender caress—the same way it did on the night of your drunken confession. But this time, he doesn't hold back. He allows his thumb to trace the soft plush of your lips next.

And if the gleam in his hazel eyes was not enough to send you to the seventh heaven, his next words did.

“I like you too.” Cassian says with a fond smile.

Your lips lift into a smile of your own as you look back at him. But it's short lived. There's a flash of red and then Cassian is forcing your sword back into your hands.

"I thought we were done for today," you groan, knowing that you in fact were not done. You just hoped your confession would've distracted him enough.

The soft smile on Cassian's face is replaced with a smug smirk. "Not until you get this move right, sweetheart. In position. Go."

a/n: hope you all enjoyed this one! ❤️ idk how siphon powers work 100% but let's just roll with Cas's siphons being able to pick up a sword.

tagging: @hellodarling1357 , @kennedy-brooke, @scooobies

[isabeauwolf]

Merman Law x reader 4

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Part 4: Rest

One of the many curses of being a member of your family was your sense of curiosity and adventure.

The fact that Law, a merman existed didn't frighten you.

No, it only fed your curiosity. The burning and selfish curiosity of wanting to look at the rest of his human form, now that he was fully clothed.

Licking your dry lips, sneaking a glance over your shoulder again. His back was still turned. Your eyes trailed from the top of his unruly inky black tresses, down his broad shoulders, his tall and lanky frame, the hint of muscle and his slime waist and his long legs in those light blue, black spotted jeans. Tilting your head you noticed that his ass was flat? Oh well, even if his backside was as flat as a flapjack that didn't stop you from admiring him to your hearts content.

The tattoos that littered his arms and peaked out from underneath his white tank top, or his inked fingers. It certainly added more to his attractive and hotness factor. The longer you ogled him the more questions you had swirling around in your head.

What was their story? Was it an ancient custom similar to the days of old when a warrior earned their mark of adulthood after winning their first battle? Or did he want to look cool and mysterious? Emo and badass? Both?

He said he was a pirate. A merman pirate, a Captain of The Heart Pirates. His crew, his pod matés. He said some were merfolk and some were human. Proving that he didn't discriminate.

Law's voice pulled you out of your thoughts. "Are you done changing?"

You grew heavily flustered. "Not yet, one second." Oops. Shaking your head, feeling your whole body heat up with embracement.

Of course, Law had better stuff to do than stand around all day and let you admire him and ogle him like some Greek God statue! Oh, if Nami and Robin knew they'd tease you to no end! The pair of women, your fellow female crewmates knew you found men attractive, but for some reason you weren't attracted to anybody, which was odd. Marine or Pirate, nobody seemed to catch your fancy.

A similar and uncanny trait you shared with Luffy. So what in the world made Law, a merman any different? Well, besides the obvious difference in species. It didn't bother you. Luffy mentioned the gang going to Sabaody and Fishmen Island, you met Hachi and Cami, fishmen weren't anything new. You had seen mermaids, but... this was the first time you saw a live merman.

It made you wonder, if they were rare? Or had migrated to one of the other blues? Law and his pod came from The North Blue, one of the colder vast parts of The Grandline, if you remembered what Nami said.

Still many unanswered questions.

Fully dried and dressed in your borrowed clothes, you turned to face Law. "Okay, I'm dressed." The yellow and black hoodie had what you assumed was his jolly roger on it, it was soft and well worn. Must be one of his favorites? You thought.

Law twirled on his heels and your breath stilled in your lungs. To say your mysterious Merman savior was devilishly handsome before was an understatement. You noticed he had his Jolly Roger tattooed on his chest, along with more inky black swirls and patterns that you couldn't make out. What you could appeared to be heart shaped?

There was faint old wound or a scar on his arm as if it has been cut off and reattached? The scar tissue was paler than the rest of his body. It proved that he was a warrior of the sea and a survivor.

Glancing around the room once more. There are stacks and stacks of book, old and new. Oh, Robin would love it here. You giggle and grin to yourself. And me too!

A library under water? Who wouldn't love it!

Law broke the silence first, stepping closer towards you and then around you. "Feel free to look around." Law says. "I'll go fetch my med kit."

"Wait? There's more?" You ask in interest, following his retreating figure.

Law left his lips twitch. "Yes." He half turns. "This is my room." Nodded his head towards the bed. "You can relax on the bed, if you'd like." Fully stepped outside the room and down the hallway without glancing back. "Need to make sure you aren't injured too badly." He mutters to himself, underneath his breath.

You take a step forward, then pause. "Wait? Are you a merman, pirate captain doctor?"

Law paused, backtracking to meet your eyes. "What gave it away?" He raised a brow, lips quirking a tad. Seems his mate was reckless and overly curious, not that he had any right to judge after how you two ended up here.

Oh shit, that sounded way better inside your head. "I-" You falter, mouth opening and closing, trying to finish your sentence as he waited, listening. "I didn't mean to offend you." You blush even harder. "I'm sorry."

"Not at all." Law reassured you. "I imagine it's all new for you and unsettling. Getting caught in a storm, falling overboard, nearly drowning and dying on top of meeting a merman." He listed off, summarizing the events that led you two here. "Being dragged away from your crew and into my home." He paused, brows furrowing.

Well, he's certainly blunt and to the point.

Were you seeing things or did he look.... guilty somehow? Why? He saved your life. You should be the one who's awkward, floundering and traumatized.

"It's alright." You spoke, raising a hand to play with one of the strings on his hoodie. "We're both pirates." You shrug, playing it off with ease. "We face life and death every day, don't we?" You muttered, meeting his liquid silvers again. "Besides you being a doctor saves time calling for one, right?"

"True." Law admitted, nodded his head and continuing forward. "I'll be right back." Law won't admit it, but you were taking things surprisingly well. Most humans who faced near death experiences, let alone drowning or saw things they didn't see every day would be freaking out. He wondered, if you were hiding your true feelings or if he was lucky to have a partner who was calm under pressure? A blessing in disguise. Guess, only time will tell.

You raised you hand and waved. "I'll be here." You inwardly sigh and slouch, spinning slowly and walking towards his bed. It looked soft and inviting, you noticed the same color black and yellow spotted patterns on the thick blanket. Huh? Does he like spotted prints and patterns? You tilt you head and shrug, wiping your feet on the furry green rug and drying them before crawling into his bed. You groaned as soon as your body hit the mattress.

"Damn, this is soft." You close your eyes, snuggling further into the softest mattress and pillows you swear you've ever laid on. "I'm jealous." You mumble to yourself, feeling your body aches catching up. "Ow." You reopen your eyes, blinking and closing them. "Getting sleepy." You rub your eyes and yawn. "Maybe I should take some z's?" Another weird family habit was being able to sleep anywhere and everywhere, given your brothers and grandpa's ability to fall asleep while eating. "Hope Law doesn't mind?" Rolling onto your back, staring at the rocky ceiling as your eyes closed, your breath evened, and you slept within a matter of seconds.

Law quickly returned.

"I need to assess anywhere you might have gotten hurt while being thrown overboard." Law explained, coming back with a med kid in hand, and a stethoscope around his neck.

Instead of answer, he heard snoring. He glanced up from digging inside his medical bag, then his gaze softened. Oh.

Law continues further into the room, setting his equipment down on top of his work desk, grabbing a blanket, covering you and whispering. "Good night, my songstress." Hesitantly, he reached out and brushed a lock of your hair out of your face. The simplest of touches seemed to make his skin tingle and ignite as he shivered, his heartbeat skipped a beat, and he released a shuddering exhale. Oh boy. If his body was already this sensitive to your touch, what was he going to do when he had to fully examine you and touch you?

Law straightened, drinking in the sight of you wearing his clothes. Sleeping in his bed and finally in your shared nest. He was pleased, it felt right. Felt as if a missing puzzle piece had finally filled the void within his broken and beating heart.

The need to hold you in his arms, brush his lips against your skin, slowly, ever so slowly, Law felt himself lower and draw closer, his body moving on autopilot as he crawled onto the bed, hovering over you. His hands tightening and fisting the blankets, even as his full weight adding to yours on the bed, you didn't stir. Swallowing thickly, closing his eyes and shaking himself, reopening his eyes as his gaze lowered to your pump and kissable looking mouth.

Law breathed in your scent. The salt of the sea still clinging onto your skin as well as his mixing with your own. A rumbling purr of content left his chest, causing the doctor's face to blush a deep shade of red, backing away slowly, raising an inked hand covering his mouth and jaw.

He needed to calm down. He didn't want to scare you or make you hate him. No, never you.

Law strolled towards his work desk, sitting down and sighed. Closing his eyes again, running his hands through his hair. "God, this is as intense and soul altering as Cora-san said it would be." He muttered to himself, remembering when his adoptive father had found his own fated female thirteen years ago. Sinking further into his work chair, groaning in frustration and exasperation, he knew the blonde giant would be over the moon and happy for Law.

He could already picture the towering, grinning idiot giving him a smug smirk now. Bragging, a series of "I told you so's." The giant merman mentioned when he first started courting his female that when Law become of age, when he found his destined mate, he'd know.

Opening his eyes, immediately shifting onto your sleeping figure. He chuckled to himself noticing you had kicked off the blanket and your body had scooted down, and your limbs spread wide, resembling a starfish. He swears he heard you mutter the word, "meat?"

Well, looks like you would be hungry after you awaken.

Law swirled around in his chair, leaned forward, grabbing a pen and piece of paper, resting his elbow on the armrest, palm of his hand holding his chin, index finger tapping the side of his cheek. "If the enormous appetites StrawHat, Fire Fist and The Dragon Emperor are known for is true..." he mumbled to himself, writing down what he had stocked in the fridge and pantries. "Then I imagine their sister and my mate will need a lot of nourishment." His gaze shifts towards his hidden safe, filled with stolen treasure and loot or what lost jewels and gold he'd found in sunken pirate ships laying on the sea floor.

Not to brag, but The Heart Pirates had gathered a vast amount of wealth along their journey, not including what he had back home. "Let's hope my female doesn't have a queens spending habit on top of her hearty appetite." He hummed, scribbling down necessities you might need.

You couldn't keep wearing the same clothes. You could borrow his, he'd like it very much. Sneaking his clothes back after you had worn it and covering himself in your scent.

Law's eyes widened, feeling his cheeks grow hotter as his grip tightened on his pen as he glared down at the list. "Keep it together Law." His gaze softened, shifting to your form once more. "You've come this far." The Merman sighed. Placing his pen down and ran a hand down his face. "Can't lose her. Not after finally finding her."

----- End of Chapter 4 ----

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[prettieinpink]

Wardrobe Essentials Guide !!

This is only a guide- you don’t need everything I list. This is just to help people build their dream wardrobe sensibly without over or under consuming or to recognize what they may want/need.

Solid colour does not mean there can be no pattern on your clothes!! It just means avoid shapes, text, pictures etc on your clothes!! 

Before purchasing ANYTHING ask yourself these 3 questions!!

How can I style this?

Is there an opportunity cost? 

Will I still be able to wear it in 3+ years, even if my style changes?

TOPS 

  2 solid colour long sleeve tops

 2 solid colour short sleeve tops

2 solid colour tank top

2 solid colour cami top

2 underneath ‘layers’ tops 

1 athletic wear top

1 white button up ( make it as plain as possible) 

2+ graphic tee of your choice ( for funsies ) 

1 cute bodysuit of your choice 

1+ knitwear solid colour top

3+ statement piece tops of ur liking 

BOTTOMS 

1 good pair of jeans you like

2 leggings solid colour!!!

2 sweatpants 

2 track shorts 

2 basic long pants solid colour ( for going out more formally/extra) 

2 biker shorts solid colour

1 cargos pants solid colour 

1 denim shorts

2 mini skirts ( or longer )

1 midi/maxi skirt 

1 pencil black skirt ( formal events ) 

1 athletic wear bottoms 

3+ statement pieces of your liking 

DRESSES / FULL BODY 

1 black mini dress (trust me)

1 solid colour maxi dress

1 solid colour mini dress

1 solid colour jumpsuit (short or long)

1 solid colour 2 piece outfit

1+ statement pieces of your liking 

OUTERWEAR 

1 white cardigan ( can be cropped)

1 black cardigan ( can be cropped) 

2 solid colour zip up jackets

2 solid colour sweaters 

1 solid colour puffer jacket 

1 solid colour blazer

1+ statement piece of your liking

SLEEP/LOUNGEWEAR

1 cute pair of summer pjs

1 cute pair of winter pjs

2 sleeping tops

2 sleeping bottoms 

1 satin OR cotton robe 

2 cute loungewear sets 

UNDERWEAR & BRAS

2 your skin colour t-shirt bras 

2 solid colour sport bras

1 black t-shirt bra

1 white t-shirt bra

2+ your skin colour bikini underwear

2+ your skin colour slip underwear 

2+ solid colour hipster underwear 

2+ solid colour classic underwear

1+ maxi underwear 

OTHER AKA OPTIONAL 

1 cute swimwear set 

1 cute activewear set

SHOES

1 plain white sneakers ( can be chunky) 

1+ white sneakers with statement colours

1 cute pair of ugg boots 

1 nude pair of heels of your choice

1 white pair of heels of your choice

1 black pair of heels of your choice

1 white OR black boots 

1 black, nude OR white pair of loafers

1 pair of solid colour sandals OR FLATS

2+ statement pieces of your choice 

BAGS 

1 black shoulder OR crossbody

1 white shoulder OR crossbody 

1 brown shoulder OR crossbody

1 solid colour tote bag ( not the shopping ones) 

1 solid colour clutch 

1 solid colour backpack

JEWELLERY ( ALL ARE EITHER SLIVER OR GOLD YOU CAN CHOOSE )

small OR big hoops

5 cute studs

5 dangling earrings

2 necklaces

4 rings 

4 bracelets 

1 good quality watch 

APPAREL ACCESSORIES 

2+ black belts

2+ solid colour scarves 

1+ solid colour gloves

1+ solid colour beanies 

2+ solid colour hats of ur liking

2+ apparel chains

2+ solid colour sunglasses 

Andddd thats it lovelies!!! Reminder to spend and consume responsibly, don’t shop fast fashion please!! Clothes suck and its so bad for the environment. Is there anything that you think I should add to this list, or anything to remove and why? Also if you don’t know why something is on this list, ask me pls!!!! 

Should I make an skincare or make up bag essentials guide next ??? 

[honeytonedhottie]

Hi honey! Can you tell me your favorite go to’s in fashion? because I know you have good taste!

aww thanks lovely 🫶🏽 my favorite go-to's in fashion are

baby tees/halter tops with a pair of low waisted jeans

strappy heels and mini skirts

BODYCON DRESSESSS 💕

chunky bracelets

mini bags

lingerie inspired statement pieces (like satin and lace camis paired with jeans)

my go-to palettes, textures and patterns are pink + black, animal print (specifically leopard print) and fluffy pink, satin and creamy browns

[coqxettee]

How to romanticise Spring:

Some ideas and things you can do to romanticise the Spring season 🫧˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚.🧚🏻‍♀️.

Spring Wardrobe - Spring is the perfect time to start integrating new pieces into your wardrobe. Long flowing dresses, maxi skirts, pretty blouses, milkmaid dresses/shirts, rompers, dungarees, mini skirts, cami’s and so much more. Make sure to add a pair of new Spring pumps (Mary janes are perfect) and some pretty floral hair bandanna’s and flower crowns in there too. Pastel pinks, yellows, blues, greens and white fit perfect for this time of year, along with patterns and materials like floral print and lace 🩰

Change your eating habits. Put away the comfort food from winter and indulge in the delicious delicacy’s of Spring. Fresh fruit and vegetables can make endless recipes for Breakfast, Lunch & Dinner, sweet things like Oatmeal, Honey, gelato and any particularly sweet fruits are perfect for this time of year 🍒🥗🍵

Consume Spring media 💐 The media you consume affects your mood, consuming uplifting Spring content will not only make you feel happier in yourself, but will also make you look forward to and romanticise the season more. I have a list of Movies, TV shows & books you can consume in Spring that I will be uploading shortly ☀️

Read Spring books. There are SO many out there, classics are perfect for this time of year but any whimsical, forest-core, fantasy story’s like “The Hobbit” or “The legend of King Arthur” are perfect too 📖

Listen to classical music, movie soundtracks and pretty instrumentals whenever you are doing any of the following activities (I find it helps romanticising a lot! 🎶🌷)

Have a picnic outside - Bring a wicker picnic basket, beautiful picnic blanket, fancy plates and cutlery and have a picnic fit for a countryside princess outside, either at the park or in a field. Wear a big sun hat to keep shaded from the sun and be sure to bring the essentials (Princess picnic food can include miniature sandwiches, scones, cookies, cakes & cupcakes, fruits like strawberries, cherries and apples, any snacks you can think of, lemonade and sweet iced tea) 🌷

Host a Tea Party (either indoors or outside) Set a table with all your finest dinnerware pieces, wear a floaty dress and white gloves, and use your most precious Teapot to pour fruity and sweet flavoured teas into any delicate teacups you can find. You can even make this Bridgerton inspired and have a high-tea esque party. With cookies and strawberry shortcake, cupcakes and miniature sandwiches. Make sure to set the table with a pretty tablecloth, fresh flowers and napkins/fine cutlery for yourself or your guests. Play some classical music and enjoy 🫖

Go berry/fruit picking. This time of year is perfect for Strawberry, Cherry’s & fruit picking in general. Wear a big straw hat, a long dress and don’t forget to bring your basket with you to collect the fruit in 🍓

Visit a flower field 🌸 💐 this time of year, flowers are in full bloom. Wear the most beautiful dress and a flower crown, so you are ready to twirl in the flower fields to your hearts content 🌷

Bake new Spring recipes. There are SO many Spring/Easter baking ideas on Pinterest. Have a look at any and compile a list of Bakes you want to try this Spring season 🍰

Cook new Spring recipes, you can even incorporate any new foods you have tried into the recipes and be sure to write them down in your recipe book 🥧

Make flower crowns! You can use fresh flowers or fake flowers, some wire or plain headbands. Get creative with them, use flowers, gems, lace, ribbon (this is a lovely activity to do with friends outside) 🌸

Press flowers (Such a Spring fairy activity!) any wild flowers you find (preferably dying or damaged) take them home and press them in a heavy book

Go on Forest Fairy walks. Explore your local forests, parks, meadows in the most vibrant green and pink dresses, wear flower crowns and just be one with nature, listen to fairytale music and take in the wildlife and nature around you 🧚‍♀️

Decorate your bedroom/space for Spring. This can be as simple as changing the bedding or by going all out and re-decorating your room completely. Fresh flowers, fake plants, cottage-core illustrations of animals look lovely too 🌷

Celebrate Easter like a Spring princess (really get into it this year) enjoy a beautiful Spring breakfast, paint eggs, eat chocolate, do some Easter bakes in the kitchen, make Easter Sunday a special day for you 🐣

Journal/Sketch/Paint - Painting outside is one of my favourite things to do, and you could even set up your easel/painting supplies in a garden or local field and paint the scenery 💐 Journalling all about your pretty Spring days can be uplifting and I find that sketching illustrations of Flowers, woodland animals and just Nature in general makes me feel so at ease any time I do so 🦢

Visit historical places like castles, botanical gardens and garden centres. These places are always abloom in Spring. Most of these places offer café’s and afternoon tea’s too! 🌸

Visit a cute Café for afternoon tea 🫖 (Make sure to wear a pretty outfit!)

Go frolicking in meadows. Roll down hills and twirl in flower fields 🌼

Feed birds and take time out to Spend time with nature and wildlife 🐰

I hope this helped and gave you some ideas, made you feel happy or comforted whilst reading and most importantly, inspired you to live life to the fullest and most beautiful it can be this Springtime 💐📖🎀 All my love ~ Kellen

[celestial-sphere-press]

Name of the Game by @esamastation

There's a new Dark Sider on the battlefield, one who has it out for Cody's General.

Very excited to make a copy of Name of the Game!! This was one of my first ever codywan fics that I read, and I fell in love with it from the start!

There's a chess motif and heavy emphasis on seduction through strategic warfare, so I leaned in hard there. The covers are double layered, with the top black layer + cutouts in colibri uran bookcloth, and the lower layer with the marbled paper. I used this diamond pattern to evoke a chess board without going full checkerboard on it. This diamond orientation was inspired by Jasmin of Cami Press' beautiful leather binding.

I got to use crepaldi endpapers for this book, and I think they turned out lovely!

Instead of sewing the endbands I made my own with the same marbled paper as the cover. And of course, gold speckled edges!

The chess motif continues in the typeset, and the paragraph breakers change depending on who is the focus and what their possible place is on the metaphorical board!

Thank you @esamastation for all of your wonderful stories!

[gerbelx2000-blog]

Special Defense Unit Sleepwear Part 2

Tsubasa Kawana: She may not be an astronomer or astrologist, but that doesn't mean she doesn't like stars. Her sleeping robe is filled with star patterns. Simple blue pants and a white T-shirt, one would take her as a summer kind of gal, and she wouldn't blame you for that. The only thing she doesn't like is accidentally mixing tea with motor oil.

Hiruko Shizuhara: An elegant lady deserves an elegant sleepwear and of course that means silk satin Cami pajamas with burgundy slippers. Purple is a sign of royalty, nobility, dignity, grace and independence, and Mis. Shizuhara’s personality checks off all traits. After a long day of slaughtering invaders, before going to bed, Hiruko would always sit down and have a nice book to read along with some tea.

[docholligay]

And the gear for sitting in front of you all day, an outfit that does not look nearly as comfortable as it is:

Cotton skirt: bought custom off a vintage pattern

Top: contemporary, boston proper, bought secondhand

Cami: vintage 90s

Silk cardigan: vintage 90s

[akiretv]

my design of towntrap (now changed to tomtrap), eak and cami for my fnafhs take! fhsc (five nights at freddy's high school channel! veeeeryyyy shortened)

design explanation and silly doodles under the cut!

the little motifs that links them together are, for all three of them, their eye make up! i noticed in the show both towntrap and eak have got a big eye make up thing going on; towntrap has that eyeshadow on the outer sides and eak has the ICONIC little dots in each corner but in the few times we see cami's eyes she just has the usual eyelashes all girl characters have. maybe the second bump renders her eye style more original but i decided to make it furtherly distinctive

my version has instead these lines that lowkey look like a clown's or jester's, that resemblance doesnt have any intention behind i just think it looks cool on her

secondly the motif that links only eak and cami together, which in my version were the first to know each other, is their school uniform ties

in these designs they dont wear their ties around their neck, just like how in the original neither eak nor towntrap wear them at all (towntrap does in the first season though, it's in the second one and onward where it dissappears). i decided to apply that little trait to cami as well, to make her feel just as connected to these two and to really make it clear they're a package deal. most importantly, they traded each other ties, so eak wears cami's around his wrist and cami wears eak's as a ponytail before the show's events (when she's more lively and less timid and less going through the horrors, as seen with the eyemake up doodle) and around her waist as a sort of belt afterwards.

of course towntrap doesnt have a tie in the show either, so tomtrap doesnt either. the character reason is because he likes to look more informal. him having his jacket tied around his waist was because 1. drawing jackets is hard and i think having it this way makes both drawing him and his silhouette more easy and redable. the lore reason though is that he got told my a teacher that he looked too much like another teacher wearing it (this is because towntrap's first appearences on the show had people thinking he was a teacher and like, who can blame them its true LMAO).

HOWEVER i couldn't get the red tie motif on his design, the color just didn't suit him. momentarily i tried having his sporty headband be red and be eak's tie (that way the tie rotation would be: cami has tom's, eak has cami's and tom has eak's) but i decided against it. instead it served to make eak and cami's seperate friendship become more accentuated, but i still wanted eak to have a motif with his best friends so realised something. his headband and the jacket he wears around his waist are green and gray, which are the colors of eak and cami's hair! of course not the same shade but thats unimportant. so that way he keeps his besties in his design :3

also i just wanted to mention eak's boots

in the og show his taste in footwear is absolutely terrible im sorry but like look at this man

absolutely disgusting

ok but now fr what are those shoes,, theyre too.. eyecatching

honestly i get it eddo like who cares about a character's shoes we barely even see the character fullbody anyway this is like the only scene where he's like that and we get to see that crime against humanity

i opted for some mexican style-ish boots with a simplified pattern that i think looks pleasant to the eyes with those two brown tones. used the darker one to color his belt too, so i can reuse colors and give the design an unified look. lowkey based on these bad boys

silly doodle stuff! mspaint is awesome the masses were right its so easy to just doodle your woes away

i may have a bit of favoritism my way,, this is tom, nicknamed tomtrap, if you call him tomás he gets so scared he starts writing his will

yeahh,, not inmune to the gayness... theyre kind of oblivious to it in the show as in we're just very good friends that are very comfortable in our masculinity and i've just never felt the need to question my sexuality so why start now

cami facepalms internally

twitter ship dynamic!

i'll never forget eak's skill with a rope in the camp arc LMAO

as i said

character trivia time!

i think tomtrap has a very serious resting face

he's having an awesome time i promise this is just how he looks when he's not reacting to anything or he's just deep in thought

however it unsettles others a bit and he feels so bad about it and tries to always be smiley but it's a big effort and makes him unable to concentrate much

(also yeah that's bonbon/usagi! she shouldn't be in tom's class LMAO but i wanted to practice her design. im a spaniard so sadly the only education system i know well enough to trust myself putting in a story is spain's (although with a few artistic liberties for plot's sake) :pensive: eak, cami and tom are both bachilleres in their second year (so they're 17 years old, although tom was born earlier, he's 18 when the show happens) and bonbon and most of the rest of the cast is on the fourth grade of ESO, which would be the last year of highschool, bachillerato is like highschool 2, so they're around the 15-17 age range)

eak and cami have known him for so long they know that its just how he looks when relaxed. they reassure him about it, how it's everyone else's problem not his. they appreciate whenever they see tom like that, since it means he's comfortable

ak out!