#jade green prom dress

[mariaxxxxx]

Chapter 2: Love me, Love What i am

Summary: On summer holidays you find a mysterious shell among the waves. Then an unlikely friendship arises with a sea creature with wings on its ankles and ears pointed towards the sky.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY/ Minors DNI, Angust, Hurt comfort, Sex, Apologies, Crying, Creampie, Passionate sex, virgin!reader, size difference, smut, soft!dom!, HEA, somnophille, slight degradation, duvious consent, pregnancy, arranged marriage, inexperienced reader, abortion commented, unprotected sex (don't do that wrap this thing), kidnapping, aftercare, curse words.

A/N: English is not my mother tongue. I apologize for any errors.

A/N: Reader is heavily implied to be Mexican but i tried to keep it as free to the imagination as possible

Work count: 1.879

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Some years later...

"So what do you think?" You asked as you spun around on your own axis.

"You look beautiful." Namor exclaimed.

"I'm glad you liked it." You said, sitting down next to her on the sand. “He was even more handsome at the prom. You know, with the hair done, the makeup impeccable and the very expensive shoes.”

A smile formed on those beautiful dark lips clearly amused by his youthful enthusiasm. You had finally graduated from high school with the right to prom, an escort and a beautiful expensive dress provided by your mother and stepfather. The year was crazy for You surrounded by college preparations, dances, extracurricular activities and teenage parties; You went through it all with flying colors and when it was all over the summer finally arrived, You decided to stay with your grandmother until the end of the summer like she was used to doing all these years.

The early days You always spent with your lovely grandmother; where she spoiled you with kisses and treats. Afterwards, you closed yourself in your little room on the beach in the company of your friend Namor. When You saw him, shining on the edge of the sea with his golden skin, you ran to him and wrapped him in a tight hug that was returned with sloppiness – Namor was never good at hugging. You and him caught up.

You prattled on about how exciting and stressful the year had been with all the preparations for college. He told him about the problems his father was causing by revealing he wouldn't pay for his college and how his stepfather was a hero when he offered to pay. When You told him about your date to a dance, a cute boy from your biology class who tried to kiss you after the first dance Namor rolled his eyes and muttered how disrespectful little surface boys were.

The conversation went on until You mentioned how You would like him to see you in the ball gown as green as the jades that adorned your nose and ears; So, he asked You to bring the dress the next day so he could see it and so You did. You changed behind the black rocks and did your best to make the dress accentuate your curves. His intense gaze on his body resulted in small waves of heat running through his veins to disguise it. You twirled in a childish attitude, causing laughter from that beautiful man.

“You look beautiful like this.”

“I bet there are girls in Atlantis prettier than me.” You exclaimed with a fake air of outrage. Namor found his words funny.

“My home is not called Atlantis.” He said with his eyes fixed on the horizon.

“You never told me the real name of your house.”

It was a painful truth; Namor never trusted You to tell you anything about him or where he came from. The years of friendship consisted of you telling him your daily nonsense and him teaching you how to swim. You, with your wit, tried to extract any information, but he never let anything slip.

“Stop this nonsense.” He turned his head and looked at You. “It’s for your safety.”

He always said that damn phrase like a damn broken record. Damn mysterious seaman, You thought.

“If I know too much will you kill me?” You asked with a playful tone, but his hard gaze made your joke seem dull.

“Yes, if You know too much I will have to kill You…” He stopped suddenly thinking about the words he would say next “… or take You with me forever. You would never see your family again.”

You felt nervousness begin to penetrate your senses. In all these years it was the first time he had said this to You. Namor had always been reserved about who he was and where he came from reluctantly You accepted the condition of not being too curious for the friendship to last, but now your head was spinning. filled with doubts and demanded an answer. Cum! That man knew absolutely everything about You; he knew your favorite foods and colors, how you were sad every time your father promised something and didn't deliver, how your stepfather became an exceptional person in your life, your ambitions and insecurities for the future, the little pet peeves between you and your mother caused by her teenage stubbornness. You always told him everything, it was only fair that he did the same.

"Is not fair." You whisper as you play with the hem of your sandy dress.

“Ah” He suddenly smiles, looking more sharp than friendly. “I never said it would be fair, girl.” He looks at You from his place on the sand, and suddenly You realize how one-sided this relationship has always been.

“You’re right, you never said.” You respond without looking at him. You look at the waves crashing against the rocks as if you've never been to the beach before. Even when You try to turn your attention elsewhere, You can still feel his gaze on You.

“I won’t be able to be by your side as much as I would like.” Namor’s voice is soft and you resist the urge to look at him. “I will be away for three days and when I return I will bring a gift for You, a symbol of our friendship.”

The word present makes a muscle in his forehead twitch. He had never given you gifts before until the damn shell he took from You and never gave it back.

"I thank." Finally You turn your gaze to him after inspecting each wave that hit the rocks. You discover that you were too close to him to the point that your knees were touching each other. You look into his eyes and find so much weight behind him that it takes a long moment to speak. "I need to go. It’s getting late and soon my grandmother will come looking for me.”

You pushed your body to get up, grabbed his backpack and tried to brush the sand off your dress.

If you weren't so upset you would have stayed a little longer to change – you hadn't gone out in that outfit, it would have been very difficult to explain to your grandmother why you had to leave the house so formally. You counted on your grandmother's biological clock, by this time she was already asleep, so it would be easy to enter the house in that outfit.

“See you in three days, girl.” He said watching You get up and walk away.

The way home was short, as expected You found the house dark with your old grandmother sleeping like a bear in her bed. You walked towards the bathroom and turned on the shower, removing your dress. You made a mental reminder to wash it before your grandmother saw it. You got into the shower and closed your eyes as you felt the hot water run down your body, washing away the traces of water and sand, relaxing your muscles. The water hit her hair, cleaning out the small sand molecules that had been trapped in her locks. He opened his eyes, seeing the water a little dirty, a yellowish-green mixture entering the drain. He made another mental note, clean the bathroom and remove any remaining sand and algae stuck in the drain.

Leaving the Box, you wrapped a dry towel around your body and another around your head, picked up your clothes from the floor and left the bathroom. He walked quickly to the bedroom, closed the door and threw the clothes in a corner. He walked towards the closet and grabbed some clothes to sleep in. You used the hairdryer to try and dry your hair, but it was too big and full to tame so easily.

You did the best you could with your hair, after drying it you tried to untangle it without much success, finally deciding to put it in a braid. You lay down on the bed enjoying the feeling of lightness; your muscles became even more relaxed.

You turned your body, lying on your side, and stared at the dresser. His thoughts wandered to Namor; You felt like you had been lost for a while now, ever since you allowed yourself to think of him differently. The anguish in his chest was too much to bear, adding to the empty space that the seaman filled with his brilliance. It wasn't feelings of friendship, it was love. You were well aware of your madness in harboring feelings for him, metaphorically he was a being opposite to your world, but You never had time to think about the complications, until now.

The only memorable thing in her life was Namor. You thought it was funny how you couldn't remember what day of the week it was, but you remembered every detail of beach dates over the years. You think how beautiful he is and how hard it was not to look; Dark eyes, full lips, black hair, clean shave, jade piercings in his ears and nose. You could tell the exact number of pearls that adorned his neck; You could tell how many crochet stitches it took to build those green shorts that really suited him, the color that You adopted as your favorite in honor of him.

That man seemed to be warm and sweet, but fierce and arrogant, very powerful and passionate, but a bit idiotic and ambitious. Everything about that man exuded power and attraction, it was as if he unconsciously attracted You. You tried to ignore the new feelings for this man claiming that You had nothing more than friendship, this often left you frustrated. The feeling only grew when you found him at the edge of the sea, shining in the golden light of the sunset.

His presence was a breath of fresh air and his mysterious personality filled her heart. The feelings soon intensified. You had no idea this was possible and eventually seeing him made your heart jump out of your chest. With the good feeling also came frustrations because he never shared anything. It broke your heart every time he refused to answer any question about himself or the place he came from, yet the trust you felt in Namor was strange, but you didn't question it, especially when you swam beside him among the reefs. .

There was a huge age difference between you. Namor was old, not as old as his parents, but still old and You were just a recent high school graduate waiting for her college letters. The years didn't seem to affect him, a fact that didn't go unnoticed by You; You dared to joke with him about it, saying that the lack of sun and salt from the sea preserved him like canned sardines and he just smiled at your nonsense.

You squeezed your eyes shut to push the thoughts out of your head, trying to convince yourself that the feeling was nothing more than a teenage crush; it was easier to convince yourself of that to avoid disappointment. The moment you allowed yourself to relax you fell into unconsciousness without even realizing it.

[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

In Living Color

Okay, so I've learned that the pic above is actually a stunning piece of digital art by @pompei77-bonny.

Summary: Y/N never knew how much color existed in the world till a green-eyed hunter stumbled into her path.

Warnings/Explicit 18+: Implied smut. Kissing. Dean's hands very briefly up a skirt. Dean on a motorcycle. Dean in leather. Dean being an absolute 1950s smoke show! Slight AU!Dean. He's still a hunter, but he's a hunter in the '50s.

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Y/N

Word Count: 1,436

A/N: So, this challenge by the lovely @impala-dreamer immediately called this scenario to mind.

The amazing Melissa Ethridge song, "I'm the Only One" has always conjured up pure rebellion in my mind. I'm not sure why, maybe it's just the absolute rock goddess purity in Melissa's raspy voice, or the idea in the song of just DESPERATELY needing another person. But it's always made me thing of desperation and rebellion.

Then I combined those ideas with the above picture, 🥵🥵 and just a smidge of the 1950s song, Leader of the Pack. Hence, the story being set in the 50s. (And for those who know it, the ending of this story is different from the ending of that song!) Hope you enjoy! 😊

The beautiful divider below and at the bottom were created by @talesmaniac89

It was a sunshine yellow afternoon in Belmont, Massachusetts, and all around Y/N, the graduating class of 1956 droned on - endlessly discussing the senior prom. Dates, dresses and dancing, it was the same conversation her chorus of followers had been having for the last three months. 

And a week ago, she’d been droning right along with them; trying to choose between the pale blue or the pale pink for her dress, between Brett Silverman and Steven Parks for her date, two boys who were basically the pale blue and pale pink of people. They were both bland and respectable, and both destined to inherit their fathers’ businesses. She couldn’t go wrong with either.

Then, her whole world had flipped upside down and she’d been introduced to the color red. Red in the eyes of the vengeful spirit that had attacked her one evening on her way home from cheerleading practice, red in the slashes the ghost had scratched into her cheek, and a red haze of terror as she opened her mouth to scream and no sound came out.

And then came green.

Green like a jewel, like jade, no like an emerald, like soft moss, like lush fields. Green that lit a fire in her belly and an ache in her heart.

He appeared with a gunshot, banishing the spirit with no more than salt, “but not forever”, he’d warned as he grabbed up her hand and tugged her along after him. The moment flew past in a heartbeat, but she could pull apart every second, turn each tiny memory over in her mind. 

The vision of him appearing through the smoke of the vanishing ghost, the fierceness in his bright green eyes as he scanned her briefly looking for more injuries, the feel of his fingers grasping hers, rough calluses scratching her pampered skin. She remembered running behind him, blindly trusting him; in a world that was quickly crashing down around her ears, his bulky strength was a haven. 

She remembered the smell of leather from his jacket, the spicy scent that hit her when he yanked her against his chest as he hid them around a corner, even the way his hand felt pressed against her lips as he silenced her predicted scream. 

The danger had passed, the ghost screeching into oblivion in a flash of orange and yellow flame.

And she’d been left with green.

He didn’t mean to stay, she didn’t expect him to. He’d explained the impossible situation she’d found herself in, promising that his father had banished the ghost for good by burning its bones far away from the school. 

Then he’d planned to walk away, but something had called him back, made him linger. Something made him confide in her, and something made her trust him enough to tell him things she’d never told another living soul. It made them ignore the call of their lives and spend a handful of idyllic days together, just learning each other. 

Something had connected them from the first moment, and it was something bright and shining that neither of them wanted to let go of, but something they were both terrified was ending.

“My dad’s pissed,” Dean had said the night before, and his green eyes were shadowed with doubt and uncertainty, “he’s waiting for me to meet him tomorrow, I was supposed to be there days ago. My little brother misses me, I need to be there to take care of him.” 

He stepped up to her, pressing her against the brick wall of the high school he’d attended for no more than a couple weeks, the high school that, until a few days earlier, had made up the entirety of her whole world. Now the bricks felt cold compared to the warmth emanating from the boy in front of her.

The boy that had so recently become a man, barely eighteen, the boy who was so rash and impulsive, the boy that made her heart race and her blood pump like no one ever had, the boy that made her rethink her entire life.

“I can’t stay, but…” He raised his big palm to her cheek and lowered his lips to hers briefly, gently, before pulling back. “...but come with me.” 

She actually laughed, and then wanted to cry when she saw the brief flash of hurt cross his features. She pulled him back to kiss away the wound she’d given him. 

“Dean,” she breathed against his lips, “You have no idea how much I want to, but I mean, I can’t, my…my life is here.”

“What life?” Dean asked with a sardonic lift of his brow and Y/N winced at just how close to home that question hit. “Here, is where your father will quickly march you down the aisle, where you’ll be shoved into a mundane life of dishes and diapers, PTA meetings and Tupperware parties.”

He pulled her close again, letting his hands fall to her waist and pushing his knee between her legs, bunching up her belled skirts and crinoline.

“I saved you once, let me save you again - from tedium and predictability. Come with me, ride with me.”

Y/N shook her head. “What about your father? Won’t he be furious that you just hauled someone along with you?”

Dean clenched his jaw, but shrugged. “Too bad. I’ve been my father’s soldier all my life. I deserve something for myself.” His voice dipped low and he nibbled lightly on her earlobe. “And what I want for myself is you.”

Slipping his hands beneath the swishing cotton and tulle of her skirts Dean skimmed his fingers lightly over the damp satin of her panties. And suddenly Y/N’s world was lit up with color as she cried out in surprise and need.

“God, Y/N, I need you so badly.” Dean said, voice muffled against her neck. He kept his hungry mouth and roaming hands on her for a minute more before he broke away from her, putting distance between them and breathing harshly.

“But I’m not gonna be some asshole who just screws you and takes off.” He ran a hand over his face. “So, come with me now, tonight. Let’s figure out our lives out together.”

Y/N felt cold with him stepped away from her and she wished he’d come back. A part of her mind was screaming for her to leap into his arms, but the other part was terrified at all the unknown that lay in that black space between them - and the fear was louder.

So they’d walked away from each other last night, and Y/N knew she would forever remember his crooked smile and the way his teary green eyes made her think of rainy forests..

And now the world around her was dull, like a watercolor painting bleached by the sun, and she didn’t know how to color her world again, but she knew it wasn’t with pale boys and cupcake dresses.

Then suddenly, in the distance, she could hear the dirty brown roar of a motorcycle engine and she jumped up from where she sat on the grass. Fireworks of silver and gold exploded in her mind as Dean skidded to a halt thirty feet away. He sat revving the engine from the parking lot and staring towards her.

She started walking and ended up running. She heard her name being called by the people she used to know, but she never stopped, not until she stood barely a foot from him.

Encased in a black leather jacket and tight black jeans, with thick black boots resting on the rear brake pedal, Dean held out a helmet which Y/N took into her hands; the shiny blue metal was warm from the sun.

He shrugged. “Thought I’d try one more time. I’m stubborn like that.”

His smile was teasing, but there was a hitch in it that made Y/N sure she was doing the right thing as she leapt onto the bike behind him.

“Just don’t let it go to your head that, apparently, I can’t say no to you.”

He turned back to look at her as she clicked the helmet strap under her chin, his grin mischievous and wicked.

“Just wait till we get to the motel tonight, I fully intend to put that trait to good use.”

Y/N laughed breathlessly in anticipation as she wrapped her arms tightly around Dean’s waist as they surged forward. Their future was uncertain, but Y/N was happy to leave black and white behind her and begin to exist in living color.

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[sushideception]

Scent Memories: The Rubin Museum

A few months ago, I visited the Rubin Museum, a beautiful little gem of a place exhibiting Himalayan Buddhist art. One floor of the museum is dedicated to interactive exhibits; when I went, there was a row of monitors and a table at the back with books.

Each monitor had a little aperture at the top that sprayed a scented mist, and a screen that played a brief video presentation about the smell and what it meant to the artist who designed it (who knew there were scent artists?). One was the smell of earth after rain, one was the smell of a waterfall, I don't remember the others. The exhibit was about the link between smell and memory. The multimedia presentations were nice, but my favourite part was the back of the room, where there was a red table strewn with books and pencils.

They were blank white paperbacks, square, and each page was the same template: WHEN I SMELL ________, I REMEMBER _________

I couldn't stop reading the entries that visitors had filled out. They were funny, heartfelt, nostalgic, sweet, sad, homesick, beautiful. I wanted to steal one of the books but I knew it wouldn't be right--instead I scrawled my own entry and took photos of as many as I could before moving on. I've included all the photos I took, as well as transcriptions below.

WHEN I SMELL Patchouli, I REMEMBER My mother

She was always wearing something that smelled this even if it was a cologne. I didn't like it. It embarrassed me because it was so strong. Now I miss it and think of her anytime I smell it

WHEN I SMELL My grandmother's perfume, I REMEMBER the fun and special times we had together. I remember us doing movie night and making sandwiches + all sorts of fun.

I wish I knew what it was called.

WHEN I SMELL wood/paint, I REMEMBER... [drawing of a hardware store]

WHEN I SMELL Lilac, I REMEMBER the Lilac Bush in the driveway by the side of our house-- it was my moms favorite--

WHEN I SMELL a smoke, I REMEMBER... home (Delhi), the smell of agarbhati always brings me back

WHEN I SMELL Bushell's leaf tea, I REMEMBER My Nana's clothes and gifts she brought us when she visited. She would pack cardboard boxes of Bushell's leaf tea in between her clothes in her suitcase so we would have plenty of Australian tea in the US. We would gather round in our dressing gowns as soon as we got up and sip tea together. I still take Bushell's wherever I go in the world, and its scent and taste are calming and centering as I start my day.

WHEN I SMELL Rose, I REMEMBER My grandmother who always wears Rose scented lotion. She is my inspiration and one of my favorite People.

WHEN I SMELL chicken + rice, I REMEMBER my mom making her African chicken and rice on days when she didn't plan out dinner. My older sister and I hated when we could smell it cause we wanted to eat out at Chipotle or Chick-fil-a. Now I crave that meal and ask my mom to make it everytime I'm home from college

WHEN I SMELL bleau (?) by Chanel*, I REMEMBER my old friend/prom date

*This is not an ad!

I moved to a new school for my senior year of high school & became good friends with this one boy. He liked to wear Bleau by Chanel and I'd steal his jacket from his locker - which we shared - and wear it for the rest of the day. He was also my date for prom - it was one of the best nights I've ever had.

WHEN I SMELL corn chip, I REMEMBER my dog Jade and taking a nap with her. Very peaceful she always smells like corn chips :)

WHEN I SMELL GOJO, I REMEMBER... DAD WASHING HIS HANDS AT THE LEE MYLES IN OAKDALE

WHEN I SMELL ~20°F cold winter air, I REMEMBER walking home from the bus stop in the suburbs of Illinois. I like winter but also one of my most vivid memories walking home is slipping on black ice + falling on my ass. [my mind creature]

WHEN I SMELL Diptyque OLENE, I REMEMBER... Oo. I think of you, and that summer that seemed endless. I remember the sunshine and the green grapevines

I remember you smoking in front of me, speaking out your feelings about me. I remember me knowing nothing about our path but still feel infinite happiness. Sometimes I hope I could stay there and never wake up from that sweet dream. I'll just keep this a secret.

WHEN I SMELL apples, I REMEMBER San Francisco

I spent a summer working in SF. Nothing glamorous, but I was in love. With a new city, my newfound individuality, with possiblity. That summer I developed an allergy to apples, which made me more sad than I'd like to admit. I also got my heart broken. I always remember SF fondly, though.

WHEN I SMELL stinky tofu, I REMEMBER summers in my childhood spent running around Beijing with friends I had made off of the street without a care in the world

WHEN I SMELL mitsubishi wall AC, I REMEMBER...

[Chai! Chai! Chai!

The motherland right after power comes back on]

WHEN I SMELL Jazz Club, I REMEMBER... Christmastime datenight in a rooftop glass cabin in the South Seaport. Red wine flowing, fake fire burning, grad school fatigue and covid anxiety, brussel sprouts and mac n cheese.

WHEN I SMELL Contradiction, I REMEMBER The bottle of Calvin Klein perfume I received from a lover during a getaway in Venice in 2000. The perfume has since been discontinued but I keep the 23-year old bottle in a drawer in my old bedroom in Brooklyn to savor at random times when I want to think of that life-altering trip. I recall the mist over the lagoon at dawn as my vaporetto brought me close to shore. Then my mind drifts to the bedroom in the Hotel Campanello where I received the bottle...

I hope you enjoyed these as much as I did. I didn't take a photo of what I added to the book; but when I smell basil, I remember going out to the backyard to pick basil in the summer so my mom could make pesto. I would fill up a big metal bowl with the shiny leaves. My hands always smelled fragrant and floral afterwards.

[houseofgerrard]

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JUNE 2021->JANUARY 2023: Photo Dump No.21

DATE SAVED, L-R BY ROW:

1. 8th December 2022 [Twisted Museum, Oxford Circus], 18th June 2022 [MSGM RTW S/S22], 11th January 2022 [Circolo Popolare, Fitzrovia], 16th October 2022, 4th December 2021 [Naomi Campbell & Kate Moss photographed by Steven Klein for I-D Magazine, issue 131: The US Issue, August 1994], 19th June 2021 [Marina Diamandis photographed BTS on the set of the 'Venus Fly Trap" music video, released June 2021], 28th November 2021 ["Celeuma” by Steffi Calaghan @ the Saatchi Gallery, Duke of York Square], 7th December 2022 [Southwark, Greater London], 14th December 2022

2. 29th November 2022, 21st October 2022 [source: instagram account @kamillacollages], 12th October 2022 [Soho, Westminster], 16th May 2022 [Atelier Versace Haute Couture S/S16], 8th August 2022, 28th November 2022, 22nd November 2022 [London Wall, The City], 13th June 2021 [Marina Diamandis, performing the Ancient Dreams: Live from the Desert livestream concert, 12th June 2021], 30th December 2021 [source: instagram account @posterjournal]

3. 17th November 2022 [Barbican Centre, Silk Street], 11th October 2022, 18th November 2022, 13th June 2021 [edit source: @exoticflowerey], 11th November 2022, 28th October 2021 [Rokh, Resort 2022], 15th November 2022 [Charing Cross, Westminster], 19th November 2022 [background: Christchurch, Dorset, 11th July 2021, graphic source: instagram account @sanxtypo], 26th September 2022

4. 27th August 2021 [Bournemouth Town Centre, Dorset], 6th October 2022 [Coperni RTW SS23], 17th October 2021 [Bethnal Green, Tower Hamlets], 2nd December 2022, 4th October 2022, 29th June 2021 [source: instagram account @catsofinstagram], 26th June 2021 [Iris Law wearing archive Roberto Cavalli RTW F/W04 @ the Forte BVLGARI Magnifica Gala, June 2021, via instagram], 1st December 2022 [Yayoi Kusama Infinity Mirror Rooms @ Tate Modern, Bankside], 2nd December 2022

5. 1st September 2022, 13th June 2021 [Thierry Mugler Haute Couture F/W98], 29th August 2021 [source: instagram account @theopeninvite], 14th November 2022, 9th November 2022, 6th June 2021 [Emma Stone as Cruella de Ville, dir. Craig Gillespie, released May 2021], 14th October 2022, 7th September 2022 [Mr.Mulligan's Adventure Golf, Bournemouth Centre], 14th January 2022 [details @ Marc Jacobs RTW S/S17]

6. 11th October 2022, 28th October 2022, 13th July 2022, 9th March 2022 [Teuta Matoshi Effortless Dahlia dress, S/S21], 26th June 2021 [Solange via Instagram, June 2021], 3rd August 2021 [still from the original Peter Pan, released 1953, Walt Disney Productions], 8th August 2021 [Southbourne, Dorset], 27th October 2022, 20th October 2021 [source unknown]

7. 8th July 2021 [Bella Hadid in Cannes, July 2021, via lnstagram], 2nd January 2023 [Christchurch, Dorset], 30th September 2022, 4th January 2023, 5th September 2022 [Jaded London Devore Daydream dress, source: Depop account @jadedldn], 19th December 2022, 23rd January 2022 [”Mrs Carl Meyer and her Children" details, John Singer Sargent, 1896 @ Tate Britain, Millbank], 22nd July 2021 [Christchurch, Dorset, graphic: lnstagram account @wetheurban], 17th October 2021 [The Other Art Fair @ the Old Truman Brewery, Brick Lane]

8. 8th August 2021 [Margot Robbie as Harley Quinn, costume details, Suicide Squad, costume design by Kate Hawley, released July 2021), 17th January 2023 [The Horror Show! Exhibition @ Somerset House, Strand], 11th August 2022 [source: instagram account @jzcreativespace.jpg], 23rd September 2021 [Charles de Vilmorin Haute Couture F/W21], 4th July 2021 [Bella Hadid photographed backstage @ Versace RTW F/W21 digital broadcast], 24th April 2022 [Shoreditch High Street, Hackney], 19th January 2023, 11th January 2023 [Mr.Mulligan's Adventure Golf, Bournemouth Town Centre], 16th December 2022

9. 20th March 2022 (source: instagram account @thekindset), 10th October 2022, 23rd December 2022, 25th June 2021 [Olivia Rodrigo photographed for  “Sour Prom: the Concert Film" promotional material, released June 2021], 2nd December 2022 [Guy's Campus, Great Maze Pond, London], 6th January 2023 [St.Christopher's Place, London], 9th January 2023 (source: instagram account @hel717), 29th January 2022 [Beautiful People: The Boutique in 1960s Counterculture exhibition @ Bermondsey Fashion & Textile Museum, Bermondsey Street], 9th November 2021 (Versace “Juno” platform heel , RTW F/W21, source: twitter account @MEENAVOGUEE]

10. 5th July 2021 [Kim Kardashian photographed in archive Mugler attending the opening of Thierry Mugler: Couturissime @ the Montreal Museum of Fine Arts, February 2019], 5th October 2022, 17th November 2022 [Barbican, Tower Hamlets], 16th December 2022 [Christchurch Quay, Dorset], 6th July 2021 [illustration by Gloria Gorni, source: instagram account @gloriecoeur], 17th December 2022 [Brighton Seafront, East Sussex], 19th September 2021 [Van Gogh Alive Exhibition @ Kensington Gardens, Knightsbridge], 18th June 2022, source: instagram account @thefemalewarhol], 30th June 2021 [Margot Robbie photographed for the cover of British Vogue, August 2021 issue]

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She then realized, did she make a terrible mistake and I nearly sobbed, but as she looked up, they’d began to smile and told her on how rocking, and beautiful her choker is and since then. They accepted her, for all her strangeness, individuality she was a beauty queen, but. That all changed when she attended Stonington Middle School. Starting at a brand-new school was terrifying. It was a different atmosphere, new teachers, new students but, for me it felt like I was a small fish swimming in a big pond swarmed with deadly sharks. However, it did not stop her love for the darkness, Eleanora’s style blossomed like a red rose to a morning rose, she returned home back, from a lengthy day of school. Eleanora brought for the first chucky heeled creepers, Eleanora was filled with delight and thrilled. After having them they had lasted her through the entire winter. Though when at, middle school, they did not accept weirdoes in black creepers. However, feeling brave to be totally different, to be unique, she did not pursue any popular trends, like the other school students wearing their expensive designer outfits but, still it was not easy for her to make, a lot of friends, Eleanora was a very terrible shy. It did take her a while but, that was when, in fourth period and in her class, she began to listen intently just behind her desk. Visible whispers and a low giggling of nasty explanations about Eleanora and at that moment she felt her heart sank uncomfortably, then I feel the corners of my eyes to water and that day, was the start of the taunts of school bullies.

Before school could start for the day, Eleanora would walk her usual way and then, unexpectedly, she quickly turned back and saw two female students one had dyed blue hair, but the other had medium brown shade hair with cat green eyes and there were striding just after Eleanora, and they were glaring angrily, right at her. She turns back and continued to walk, but then, a pounding of railing squealing catches up to her, then all the, suddenly. She sensed a touch of two hands grip on her arm, ‘ouch’ Eleanora winced the long fingers wrapped around her. Eleanora glanced back and gasped, she gaped in horror, it was the girl with the dark cat green eyes narrowing madly towards Eleanora and then she began to drag hard down on my arm, and I felt my body bending uncomfortably to the side, pulling me harder and then harder. When Eleanora begun to buckle her knees and tumbled on the charcoal pathway, I could then feel her hands released violently of my arm. Eleanora fell completely faced down, lying totally flat, lashed into the solid path and a huge cramping stabbing gushed on me. Then I sense my pulse starts to become slowly faint, almost breaking down, and as Eleanora try manging to break her eyes wide open, just then a burst of wild childish laughter breeze down rhythmically in the far distance. 

The very next morning, Eleanora is striding casually down in the endless hallway, the soft closing of grey lockers echoed the halls, every student is getting ready for their first periods and then I hear, ‘EW! who did your hair, I would so hate to be a ginger’, ‘Yeah me too, I’d be so disgusted if my mum had red haired and passed it to be, I’d be ashamed’ somebody added nastily and fell into laughter. That was just the beginning when, after lunch the day and is nearly at an end and when I was stirring past the row of lockers when abruptly, Elise Collins, a tall girl having short toned fair-haired and with olive skin and forest green eyes, she asked me to borrow my handbag, which at that moment found very odd, on one had ever asked to use my bag before, especially the one I was holding, though. Eleanora did have a spare on in her locker, thinking nothing of it, Eleanora gave it to Elise, and she turned quickly and walked around the corner of the lockers. Eleanora, thought innocently, that they could need my bag for something special! Once when school was finally over at last, Eleanora is sitting on her bed and scrolling on Instagram, she had made the account only a while ago and it was something of a creative outlook to express and be myself more, until unexpectedly to my shock, she saw a video and to her surprise. To see a black and white printed strip body bag, her bag lay on a rusty ash grill. They a big lighter and a match and then, a soft flame pirouetted upward across her beautiful bag. It became in gulfed to a big bronze glow the black leather turning dark brown at the flickering of the burning flames, at that moment Eleanora grabbed for her pillow and dropped her head into it and burst into tears. The unending hollow of freak, weirdo, nobody likes you why can’t you accept that. It all crammed up into my mind for endless days like it is a constant reminder, I just did not understand what was wrong with me, whenever Eleanora is getting to school it was another roller-coaster ride, a bump after another. Hoping that everything will get better soon, but not as everyday was the exact very same, name calling, tugging my hair back in class and the horrible laughter which become so unbearable to my ears. Wishing that Eleanora could stay at home, just for a day, but it was not option. Soon it got even worse, like even if it could not be, for that her gorgeous auburn hair become the main centre of attention.

Basically, I was sitting at the lunch table in the cafeteria, and I sat alone. Eleanora was hearing giggling in the far distance of the school cafeteria trying to ignore it. Until something cold suddenly poured right down my long hair, it did not take me to long to realize that it was milk! Eleanora peered over her left shoulder and saw a short girl, having navy long jet hair, she had black round glasses, in an iced-blue cheerleading uniform. Glancing at me and told me, with a so not sweet, oops, ‘my bad’. A grin appeared on her face, and she chuckled and smiled triumphantly, proud of what she did. Eleanora feels the cold dripping of the wet white milk, drip off the ends of my hair and I frowned unhappily. She walked away and joined the rest of her squad and I immediately rose and ran leaving my warm tray of food, to go cold. After that incident, I was chased home by the angriest mob, she had ever seen, it was like something out of a Frankenstein movie where she had felt Eleanora was a monster. When Eleanora got home, she began to sob uncontrobely, feeling the corners of her eyes go wet and the tears slowly falling off my cheeks, about an hour later, my parents found me lying on the floor crying and exhausted. She began to them everything that had happened, at first Eleanora was much too scared to tell her mum and dad what did occur today, but I could not conceal my long agonizing pain another moment. After a few minutes just to calm down, they both wrapped themselves around me soothing and gently told me something that I thought I’d never got to hear, Eleanora, every time those voices shooting out horrible names or laughter, you just say to yourself. “Be yourself, don’t take anything from anyone, and never let them take you alive” Gerard Way, that was my mum’s favourite singer and now that I hear that, it is like a calm breeze the words felt so comforting, it had made me feel warm and quickly I felt safe again, safe to be me once more.

Until one unexpected day, Eleanora’s life was about to transform. About five weeks later, and she had met an assemble of amazing and unique individuals, they were dressed in head to toe in complete black, blanker than anything else, she could barely imagine in her entire life that she, would have ever meet the traditional goths, their big, jet black frizzy hair, their dark makeup with eyeliner, wearing leather jackets, fishnet tights and other styles of leather jackets but with beautiful gothic patches, that are stitched here and there. When I first set my eyes on them, they were the birth of the 70s punk, Eleanora felt so honored and so humbled, the very first person I had talked to was. A boy with short-cut brunette hair and hazel eyes. He raised his left hand and firmly shook mine; his name was Charlie Hardy. We both to smile at each other. Until Eleanora had discovered a remarkably but, familiar face, she was amazed to see that it was, Maire Underwood. She was once a former cheerleader, only for a few years but, since then she has changed. Her life turned around and she threw her icy pompoms to a side and now turned full goth, she was once a cool ice blond but is now a winter jet black. Maire, Charlie and Eleanora soon developed a close friendship, that would last forever. At the beginning I was alone, a lost soul trapped in a very dark place when at last a shimmer of bright light, appeared and I had realized, maybe I am not the only one after all.

About a week later we got invitations written in fake-blood, of course. My heart is thrilled when I got invited by the romantic goths, the romantic is more on the loving side but to me, they were equally as royalty and they were beautiful, but focus and drawn to the dark things of life such as graveyards, the moonlight, ravens and dead roses. It was so kind of them to invite us to the Elm Grove cemetery which was on the outskirts of town. A splendid resting place for the ones that already have passed over, they were our beloved loved ones once. I always found that place very sleepy quiet, where the sky is a blue and pink casting and blending in perfectly as if dawn is setting in, in Mystic. As we went inside past the giant stoned gate, she listened carefully to the rustling in the large pine trees, but as the warm rays of sunlight dimly streamed through the thick dark green leaves, Eleanora and the other goths started strolling along the sandy stony path when we came to abrupt halt. When we spotted up the path, we then saw three silent figures standing with their backs turned toward us, but as we approached them slowly. All three whirl their heads around and stared a boy, he stood at about average height with curly black hair, light indigo eyes and was dressed in a flawless black velvet buttoned loose-fit long-sleeved shirt, black trousers and right, on the shirt is a red diamond brooch on him.

His name is Sean MacBride. He stood casually arms folded, next to him where two other girls, one tall with very long, dark brunette hair but tinted at the bottom where bleached highlights, Ivy Green, she was always in my maths class. Adored in a stunning floor-length hourglass gown which looked exquisite, it even fitted her like a glove it even was in a bloodlust red at the bottom of, is black, too. Across her long, slender neck, a lacy choker with black stones dangling on her glowing skin. But the other girl was much shorter than the other two. Jade Frost, she had the coolest silver eyes, as they resembled as a wolf’s stare, I could just imagine her at this moment, staying up all night and start howling at the moon and not caring when the sun was going to rise, but they were cold and dark and having her black wavy hair flowing under her shoulders, she wore a white long dress with ruffled sleeves. Across Jade’s face was a stunning Colombina Barocco Silver White Masquerade Mask. In the air the wind was picking up a sweet strawberry perfume of roses. I can then feel the curling of late autumn leaves, cutting under at the palms of my hands as they fall one by one off the branches of the rows of old ancient pine trees and weeping willows still looming over us.

“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Elm Grove cemetery. It gives me such delight to meet you all” said Sean in a charming and pleasant tone. He sounded so courtly like something out of a different century.

Eleanora must have forgotten. It sounded so old fashion. Which she had forget too, that the romantic goths loved gothic poetry, I mean, I cannot blame them for their fondness and affection. Eleanora replies.

“I am really glad to meet you, all as well”. After a few minutes, we all got together, and we all made our way through the giant cemetery. Eleanora could not believe on how beautiful the graveyard looked in autumn. No matter what the day, week, or whatever month it was, Eleanora stroked the ground was soft and green, instantly she saw something long, thin and covered in dirt sprouting above onto the earth.

Which was a worm with muck casing its slender body, it moved around the mud very slowly then in a second it sinks back into the earth. “We’re just about to make some pot of tea” Ivy said with a chuckle.

“What! Come on Ivy isn’t this like our sixth tub of tea already today” said Vlad raising his eyebrow to Ivy, still continued to smile not caring what at all.

“Well, I am sure, that our lovely guests here would love to have some of our warm tea” said Vlad once again crossing his arms back, at that moment Ivy turned to him.

“Oh-why-yes of course, please do excuse me,” said Ivy. So, Ivy walks away and vanishes behind the pines. “I’d just wanted to say, thanks for inviting us to your tea party, it’s just so madly magical,” I said. “We’ve been planning this for a while, we don’t have much time here,” said Vlad, but Vlad's tone was glum as his smile fades. “But we only come here once a year. After, “he paused. “A-after,” trying to get the words out but Vlad cuts her off, "After, the entire cheerleading and football team came and ruined it." Vlad murmured. “It had taken us almost a year to fix this cemetery, we had to skip school trips just to fix this area back together, another whole month to grow back every beautiful flower, of every kind, in this graveyard," Vlad then paused. "But we did get help from the rest of our community,” said Jade abruptly. “I mean what about, the massive oak tree,” said Maire. “Well, that’s the last thing to worry about, as it was never touched. They say that our oak tree is haunted! quite foolish is not it, Vlad laughed. This awful and horrific story started when a frat boy fell of the trail from his group, he had become lost inside the largest forests of Mystic, he walked for miles of trees, tress and tress. When he saw that the moon is full, and a white beamed down on a giant magnificent oak tree.

It was at the centre of the shadowy woods. Swarmed with dark tress, his eyes fixed on the oak like a jewel thief had happened upon a lavishing diamond. He froze. He stared at it almost fascinated, as if he had never seen an oak in his whole life, almost easily being taken by it. It was so far away from the others, as they looked like dark shadows completely sombre. Something about that, oak tree made it stand out from the rest of them. Maybe those faded brown leaves, dipped in blood are blowing through the nippy air, floating in the midnight sky. As he stood for what seemed like an hour, continuing to stare, eyes growing wider. The black eyes expand in the bright light of the moon glistening his sapphire eyes brightly. Until he unstiffens and finally, he would step forward but only for a few inches, though they were large steps forwards. Until he unstiffens and advanced his way past the perennial ryegrass.

That was going to be his biggest mistake. As he got closer to the tree, still eyes wide and locked on its gripping crimson beauty. Then the tall dark trees were swiping of its spindly branches and with the red leaves brushing in the wind, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, then, suddenly moving out his arm forward, and slowly stretching wide his long fingers onto the leaves. When the fingertips touched the leaf, then the brushing, stopped! The gust of the air died down and the night become ghostly quiet, for a moment and the Justin, a honey blonde, hazel eye boy, was not even sure what was going on and he still had his hand on the crimson leaf. Until a very faint. SNAP! The boy spun his head round, but when he did. It was only to a hole of darkness, with the rows of pines wrapping around the thick blackness, soon he had ignored it and turned back to the tree. There it was again. SNAP! It happened again. When he whirled back.  Nothing there. Justin took a deep breath and got focusing back on to the oak, once again. SSNNAPPPPP!!!!! The noise made him jumped out of his skin and he whirled around, there was nothing, only the moonless darkness, but then, Justin heart began to hammer as he tried to stare through the thick blackness of the night. When it became quiet again, he had immediately gone back on over to the oak and with his hand which is still imposed on the blood arrowhead. Everything around him is silent, dead silent, at that moment he become motionless.

Nothing was going to happen. When, a quiet rustling was moving slowly underneath him. He did not look down! instead, keeping his head raised and the eyes gaze on the tree. Completely as if been put under a spell, a powerful force is drawing him near and nearer to the tree! Is somebody or something just waiting for him on the other side. Until something hard and wooden came tugging at the bottom of his jeans, Finally, taking his eyes off, off onto the ground and to his horror! he saw a tree branch, it was curling around the dark denim. Straight away of the boy's eyebrows rose, instantly there is a look of fear. His eyes began to bulge out of its sockets almost about to burst, at that moment he could feel his teeth chattering. Until the thick and heavy branch started up its way onto him and began to crawl slowly up, up and up. Carefully wrapped around his stomach, then making its way up to his strong shoulders and then roping around, his thick neck. The boy wanted to scream but he could not as his throat begin to squeeze tightly around him. His voice became raspy and wheezy, trying to get the any words out. Only the sound of frosty air could be heard from the boy's lips. Abruptly the whole brunch started to pull him up and he popped open his eyes. The night sky was even more divine especially on this midnight. Though the moon shone more on this night on the boy could not escape the horrors he is facing. His heart was still pounding and his body shaking uncontrollably like a leaf, Justin tried to loosen the branch as it snaked around him, but then the wooden grips were just too strong for him. He returned his attention back on the tree and now looking up closer. Every leaf rustled, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh. He looked down then, saw, the branchlets extending wide and spreading onward.

He gasped. The tree branches started separating. As it then spread, the entire trunk moved, and he had expected to see a white glow radiation like a glowing portal. After a silent moment, and then the tree suddenly became a statue. Then he felt a slight loosening of the long branch. Justin calmed as he could get some oxygen, however it roped him once again. As my throat feels raspier. Although he can freely move his neck, locked tight in the arm of the branch, and as Justin looked up and there, a hollow pitch darkness, the deepest depths of blackness he could ever stare at. A few minutes nothing happened and feeling scared enough, until. He saw it, something, or somebody in the total darkness, when it emerged. A small figure it lingered forward. Emerging behind the naked branch was a blonde boy Justin squinted his eyes through the darkness, and then, his light brown eyes are shot with fear. Inside the tree, every limb, every leaf but, something else as well. Sitting there, above the boy she looked much older than the young boy, adorned in an electric blue dress. I felt my stomach bubbling up with trembling fear. Then, the boy, began to stand slowly, slowly up, which made my legs go totally ice cold. I feel a cold breeze slip down my spine when he sees his skin. It looked abnormally pale, with dark black rings under them. When he realized at that moment, the boy and the girl, both, had competently, jet black eyes. Justin gulped hard, he could feel the beads of sweat sweep over his forehead and as Justin gazed back. They are glancing right back at him. They caught him gawking at them, at that very second, the girl and boy both then started to smile an unnatural grin on their faces. My heart then dropped. They’re abnormal smiles look cold and dead expression and expressionless, the eyes were looking as if, straight into my soul. Justin made that mistake of taking his eyes off them. Continued to look, until he caught a glimpse at the corner his eye and saw, a glimmer of something sharp and lying there on the branch when instantly, the black eye boy picked it right up, off the leaved branch, no longer invisible. My heart is beating almost out of my chest and that was when, he saw it, that it was of, an axe.

When I took my eyes off the boy and saw that the golden fair-haired girl, sitting there like a queen on the wooden wing treating it as if a throne. With her elegant electric blue day-dress, which looked like a Victorian period, Justin could not see her face entirely since it was in darkness. All the sudden, she leaned forward carefully, and my heart is beating, faster and faster than ever before. Justin’s jaw suddenly dropped when he saw the girl’s lips are stained in. Wet-BLOOD. Blood. The word screamed in my head, as it was dribbling off her. Drip, drip, drip, sprinkling off on the dark grass. Even with my staring at them was not making things better neither, by the hour trying desperately to try and wiggle free but to my failure, I am caught in the spiders’ web. Then the girl stood up too, and my gaze at the fair-haired left arm. Which was behind her back when she did reveal of that of a severed head. At this very moment I wanted to throw up, it was Alexia Bullwinkle, the cheerleaders captain and a good friend was now all limp. Those evil monsters! How could they do this. Justin helplessly stared, but he could not help but stare, looking right at her lifeless head, the strands of chocolate curls falling in the air and her mouth unresponsive, but the tongue was still inside. A flow of red blood running down her dyed pink roots, what scared me at that second was her alluring green eyes. They were a couple of obscure crimson holes, empty, exactly like the boy and the girl were. Did they scoop them out? like it was ice cream, but rather torn as if ripped out entirely, developing the coldest chill up along both of his arms and then, suddenly, coming over towards him. Justin instantly closed his eyes shut and grinded hard on his teeth. In a second the bloody head began to fall slowly out of the solid black eyes of the girl, her pale iced cold hands and the head began to roll, roll down onto the greenery.

Walking confidently down the dim corridor and Eleanora unsurprised of seeing those familiar faces. All grown up, quiet chattering in big groups. Eleanora, the petite flaming red-haired high school student strides down the endless hallway when abruptly, she remembered that it was back at the last twilight. She looks on back that nippy evening when she was at home and it was a full moon night, a good time to heal all the wounds. A perfect time to discover the odd and the peculiar, Eleanora started using for the first time, tarot cards, my mum told me that I should never play with evil but, as she shuffled them around on her table in her bedroom in the dim, she had carefully placed one down and then the next, then the next one after. After a minute of doing this, they started to open a door for her once she began to unfold them. Now that it is the next day and thought back to the ones that she had used the night before, it was laid out in front of her and as predicted, everyone was staring at her.

She was unfazed by their evil stares, gazing at Eleanora like she had done something harmful. I took a deep breath and closed her eyes, for a moment I cracked them back open, then I lifted my head like a powerful Queen when little rays of light are cascading, as though by magic. As if, I am wearing a jewellike crown over my head. However, I only conjured that, in my mind. I mean, Eleanora is indeed the queen and as she kept on strolling through the endless corridors wearing dark velvet, Dolls Kill, high chunky platforms and hanging off them of silver N' cross accents. The echoes of click clanking of heels against the marble flooring and as I am just about to turn the corner, that is when I had, accidently bumped into him. He was around about my age, attends the same high school, too. He was handsomely lanky, his complexion was a ghostly pale, and his hair were jet-black was shoulder-length, which that is unkept, he had those gorgeous lapzil eyes and he was very slim build but not too skinny and instantly I knew at that moment, my heart was skipping a beat, wait! what! My heart fluttering, she did not predict this at all, you will find love when you least not know it, one of the cards stated. I mean, we’ve have been best friends ever since kindergarten, I had just turned seven and he saved me, resecuring her from a group of immature girls, who were hissing and spitting across the sand box and thinking that it was never going to end. Then, someone showed behind the playground swings in high-top red converse came running and jumped into the box deep into the dark yellow sand, and Eleanora saw that it was Jared. I could not think of what ever happened next but, he was my hero.

As the time passed and quickly learned that he too, is a goth exactly like Eleanora! She is indeed a queen after all, since she had found last week that she is to rule a dark reign among the goths. Although needing a king at her side. She finally found her dark angel at last; Eleanora had never given a thought about it, she never had the thought about finding love ever especially with anyone or anybody, she never taken a glance at any smoke hot boys, well, Eleanora did, though they would always turn her down in a minute. It was simply because, she is a red haired or perhaps a ginger and no boys in her school would never go out with a ginger, the other reason was easy, they weren’t interested, and they would probably find Eleanora incredibly boring until now! and as she continued getting ready underneath the big vanity mirror of her red cherry wood dresser. Expecting to see a range of her expensive designer makeup displaying along the red table but surprisingly. A layout of very coloured candles casting long shadows along the walls, in the middle of the table was an old wooden box, of a walnut wood, a rusty golden metal decoration all around it. Inside this crate of abundance of dried herbs, dead flowers in corked glass bottles, crystals such as a bloodstone, lapis lazuli and the essential oils like Lavender. At the bottom of the box was a Raspberry Leaf, then Rosemary directly from my garden. Beside her, a large black makeup bag and as Eleanora began to unzip and withdraw a long onyx eyeshadow brush. As she added an extra layer of smoky eye, smearing across my smooth lips a dark rouge saint Laurent blood-red lipstick, my mouth felt like it is dripping of crimson, so blood licking she thought. As if began burning its beauty consuming from within it against my lips. Over an hour of transformation, she saw back, glancing at my own reflection, Eleanora is astonished, feeling more stunned she could not believe her eyes, on what stared back at her.

Eleanora rose off her soft chair away from full view. Still was in disbelief on how glamorous she was. My light-toned complexion was even lighter, her lips are ruby, the mascara was black and fuller. Eleanora is wearing a sexy long lace, sheer flare sleeves crop top, with a spaghetti black top under it, having a translucent ruffled trim skirt with a skater also placed there. Eleanora’s gloomy glam, of platform punk creepers, with fishnet ankle socks. As she straightens her black leather four-layer collar choker in the mirror. Eleanora admires the long copper hair, in the thick mirror, they pass down her shoulders, curling at the bottom like red rose, when something rather odd happens. A smile came over her face, like the kind you do not ever see from goth girls, some people might say, goths don’t smile well, we do smile. The room completely silent, but all the sudden my cheerful smile is whipped off when a shuddering of a loud, BANG. Made Eleanora jumped out of her skin. When another big, huge, BANG, she started to get a biting chill prickling up along her arms, as she stood there, but then, BANG, she whirled back around to see my wide window, the long curtain blowing slowly.

I feel all my hairs stand up on ends and a cold chill slip up my spine. The crashing was much more aggressive now. Then perceive a cry that was other-worldly, it did not sound human like at all through the thick glass. Finally, Eleanora pulled back the curtain and to her surprise! That it was just a branch hitting against her window and with a cool sigh, and as she went back to the dresser, but she halted. Eleanora heard, another creak but, it was outside her bedroom door, she froze for a second. Then, now, heavy and loud footsteps striding in the darkness. Going boom, boom, boom. A moment of silence fell in the dark room, she tried to remain still and quiet, but her eyes were fixed at her door, rather the doorknob, then she sees the handle turning. Her door then creaked opened. Eleanora's hands began quivering. Eleanora ran fast back to her bed and now, until a big thump, at that moment she could feel her heart exploded, she still froze at beside her bed. Then Eleanora slowly turned back, and the door was open, fully, A small bright light was moving past the open door, and she saw a tall, long black figure. Eleanora squinted her eyes through the darkness, when she was hit with a warmth sense against Eleanora pale skin. When a flame was coming… coming... closer and closer, and then Eleanora’s heart sank.

She looked up quickly and then light formed into a single, white candle a flame and as it lowered below her face, Eleanora feels her cheeks going torrid. Finally! she makes out, who was there and then for an instance, I knew exactly who it is! seeing beyond the draped shadows. That it’s only her older sister, Claire. The candle is luminating her face, glowing up her flawless complexion. She was a princess Arial, long velvet hair, stunning Caribbean blue eyes and a round shape face, Eleanora then noticed that Claire adorned as a Día de Muertos dress, her whole face painted in a sugar skull, she looked spooky-splendid having black fine detail, wearing a perfectly fitted slim KIllstar maxi decelerated dress, Victorian dark lace, the stunning strap detail on the neckline, also matching a modesty lining on the waist, and bust. A pair of shiny pointed toe Stilettos heels and her straight ruby hair was braided and staring at the curls, looking as if like blood-red roses. Eleanora darted to her bedside lamp and switched it on and as the light blared, but not overly bright and the room looked dark, at last Eleanora becomes steady and soon her heart slowly eases.

"What are you doing sitting in the dark?" putting down the candelabra beside the dresser and sat down on the edge of my bed, Eleanora then settled next to her, she crossed her arms and legs. There is a pause between the two sisters and as the silence breaks in.

"I like, sitting in the dark, its more soothing," I said in a low deep tone.

"Oh, okay, that sounds rather pleasant," she said, but Eleanora rolls her eyes.

"Anyways, he should be here soon, I hope he isn't running late," I said with an anxious tone. As I took my eyes off the window, and I stare down to the floor and feeling sombre. Then Eleanora notices her sister puts both of her hands, as they were in a long black glove, she placed them over my shoulder, and I instantly glance up.

"You'll be fine sis, I’m absolutely sure tonight, will be dark and romantic for sure," she said with a reassuring look, and I smiled back at her.

"I think he'll take you over to a creepy cemetery, or maybe, maybe to a forbidden forest and underneath an orange oak tree, you'll have a picnic together. Oh wait. Then make-out in an abandon mansion," she said as we'd both burst out laughing.

"WOW, Okay, this is our very first date, we're not going that fast," I said. But for a long thoughtful moment, I did have a thought about it, it had been playing on my mind all day, what if, he, he does try to kiss me? I then felt a bag of dancing spiders jumping in my stomach. Eleanora picks up her head and starts to feel sombre again.

"Claire," I pause and as Eleanora stared back to her sister. "What if, he tries to kiss me, what should I do, I mean, I’ve never been kissed before I’m just," my throat is feeling croaky.

"Well… If he thinks about moving his move on you, make sure to take a breath afterwards, trust me," she said.

"Although I do not think you should, must worry too much, just enjoy the moment between the two of you, because it will not last, forever. She then added.

Eleanora rose from my bed and walk straight to my dresser. On the table is the gold candle holder, I had noticed that it had with a low flame had not it moved at least, but for over an hour the flame hardly even flinched, it was still against the wind. Then Eleanora goes over the dresser and as she pulled from the bottom draw a small, glass bottle that was labelled and written in very fancy writing on it, inside the bottle is a melted fluent, in a purest gold, Eleanora then removed the cork of the bottle, and then she brings it down towards her lips and took a whole gulp of it, taking every drop of it.

"Is that one of your newest potions, you'd just created?" asked Claire still crossed legged on the bed, but she had unfolded her arms.

"Is that what it called, potions. I mean, isn’t it just, quite strange on how ever since I was just a little girl, I could do all that and even look longing at the moon for hours," I said. Claire did not replay to my unanswered question, instead slips her black laced gloves as they stretched past the elbows.

"I got to admit Eleanora, but I really don't know why, but we would never judge you, Eleanora." she said with a pleasant smile. I took a breath and took a step forward towards the mirror and began staring once again, at the copper gold candle holder, with its tall, wax, candle. Eleanora stare down at it, the huge low flame was even brighter amber, I feel my eyes bore into the small yellow glow, Unexpectedly, the flickering flame began to, move, I nearly jumped out of my skin, and my eyes widen in surprise, when she feels no gust of air in her room.

"What the-," Eleanora stopped mid sentences and placed her hand over her chest. It got even stranger. When my eyes are glued to the red flame like both of my eyes are catching fire, though for some reason, Eleanora lifted her left hand and loomed across from it. Over the wax light I felt a warm heat source off it. Behind it was another white, waxed candle and swiftly as if instructed, they all ignited and sparked on fire! Eleanora jumped back with a loud yelp and quickly pull my hand away.

"What the bloody-hell was that" she exclaimed.

Then abruptly Eleanora and Clair heard somebody running outside the hall and then into her bedroom. She turned to the front door and sees in the doorway is a boy, he was about average height, with carrot top frizzy hair, a round face and light chestnut eyes. He was not wearing a spooky Halloween costume like Claire, which surprised me at first, but instead. In having a plain orange t-shirt, skinny blue jeans and a black beanie. Bill Thornton, he was a skater, going to parks, riding with his skateboard and hanging out with his good friends and always creates a fire blaze along the skating ramp. Eleanora and Claire both looked up at him, then we notice he had a first aid plaster on his nose. "Bill, you’re not wearing your Halloween costume, you’re going to Colby's house tonight for that party,” Claire said. At first, he does not say a word to her, then Eleanora and Claire both exchange glances with Bill, as he slips both of his hands behind the back pockets of his ripped denim jeans and stared down to the floor.

"Don't tell me that they've cancelled on you," she yelled in a trice voice and raised off the bed. She stood up, in front of him.

"Well," he begins with a huge gulp. “David and Scott had grounded for two months, so it seems that I can't go tonight" he admits. Although, me and Claire are after all being sisters, we know that Bill has been up to no good, and are starting to doubt, but I did not know what to expect from my sister and who knows fully-well that they are something odd for this postpone, of the party of Halloween.

"I mean that sounds really odd they're grounded, what is the reasoning for this," Claire's blue eyes creates massive tidal waves. "Is there more to than to this, that I don't know." Her eyes narrow. Bill went flustered. "It's not anything bad, it is just, Max and Colby got into a big fight back at the park today," he said removing his hands from the back pockets.

"What! about?" she asked him. Bill shrugs his shoulders and looks down at the floor once more and as Claire walks up to our troubling brother, with a serious expression and Bill instantly puts down his left hand, Bill's cheeks go quickly icy cold. Eleanora remained herself at her dresser and watching the blazing candle, go dim.

"Alright! Fine! over a packet of cocaine," he said, which caused both of the girls to jaws drop. Was Bill taking drugs? I could not have imagined seeing him take any types of substances, Eleanora has known him all her life and ever since the day she was born into this family and for Bill, doing anything like that. Although, she knows he can get very extremely stressed at school, especially with homework which me and Claire must help him out on sometimes.

"Please, don't tell me, you’ve started taking drugs and those dangerous stuff, if you are, I am telling mum," Claire's eyes get redder. Her face is filled with strong rage. I could see little drops of water pouring down Bill’s worried face.

"No, of course not, but the boys got into a fight as one of David's friends is passing them around to each other, soon Colby felt forced to take one, he turned it down, but they didn't seem to like that," he said sombrely.

"So, everyone got into a big struggle and then Colby punched David's friend, but David was really angary and then hit him across the nose," he continued with, whilst Claire is giving him a look for concern.

"What happened? How where they punished?" Claire then asked.

"I saw that they're grandfather and grandmother walking in the park that afternoon, with the both of them witnessing to it all, eventually confessed about the drugs," Finally. Bill takes a breath and Claire soon relaxed and sighed. Bill was going to binge horror movies all night, eat popcorn, drink gingerroot bear and then go straight to bed. However, mum and dad are going out this evening, but tells them, that dad is staying in. Because he had to catch up on work. Still, mum is heading out with all her friends, all wearing black pointy hats, long witchy black flowering capes, grabbing wooden broom sticks. Flying on over to the witches’ paddle, Eleanora then thought about Claire. Hoping. She was not thinking about going to cancel on her date tonight, there is to be a party too, which I knew and that she had been waiting to go on. Claire had been talking about it, for weeks, Jake Clarkson, her attractive beau. Eleanora certainly hoped that Claire and Jake where still going. Though, in a few minutes hoping and expecting to see, Jared, he was going to pick up Eleanora at any time now, she had been thinking for over than last twenty-four hours thinking nothing but him. It makes my stomach flutter with a million butterflies.

Everything was ghostly-quiet. Claire and Bill departed from her bedroom and Eleanora sitting at the dresser, the chiming of the old grandfather clock, outside in the dim hall. When a voice is calling from the darkness, "EL-ENA-AROA," It was mum, Eleanora then rose quickly. She darted to the door, for a moment. She froze once again; Eleanora felt a swept of fear. Should I be afraid right now, but about what? I mean, this is just a date but, not just any date, it’s her dream date, Jared Donovan, and the night is fast and whatever could happen, but nothing bad was ever going to happen, although. At this moment Eleanora might be thinking this and soon, she will feel the true terror of Halloween. As she is adjusting the silver strap and at last wrapped it around her shoulder.

"Eleanora. He is here," Inna yelled once again.

Eleanora took another deep breath.

"Okay, I’m coming.

I hope you've enjoyed chapter one of my first book. Please comment and like it too, also give me feedback on what was good and excellent about the book or the first chapter and what should I do even better to improve my writing skills which is not totally perfect, not my best as I found it hard to make my spelling and grammar for years now but don't worry I am planning on going back to college to study English spelling and hopefully I'll get ten time better at my creative writing.

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octavinelle boys, jamil, and malleus reaction to MC in a prom dress for Night Raven ball please.

Curiouser and Curiouser...

“Well...how do I look?”

Azul Ashengrotto

“Why, you’re a sight for sore eyes, my dear.”

Claps at the sight of you as you descend the stairs to meet up with him.

He makes a remark about how he will have to fend off Floyd with a stick, since you look so ravishing. It sounds like a joke, but knowing Floyd...it probably is not.

Azul has chosen to go to the ball in a pure white suit with a lilac undershirt and a white tie. You tease him a bit about how he might ruin his outfit if he spits up ink, to which Azul blushes and asks you to please not bring that up.

Jade Leech

“Oya, oya. You look quite lovely this evening.”

Jade fusses over you like a proud mother whose child has scored a very exceptional date for the ball.

Plucks out any stray leaves that wind up in your hair during the stroll to the venue, and smooths out any wardrobe malfunctions you may encounter.

He wears a white dress shirt with a pale blue vest with gold embroidery and a golden cravat--how dapper! Jade also sports white silk gloves.

Floyd Leech

“Uwaaaah, Koebi-chan looks soooo cute!”

He absolutely bombards you with compliments, taking you by the hands and whisking you around as he babbles.

Calls dibs on escorting you by the arm to the venue--and dibs on the first dance, too!

Floyd wears a similar outfit as his twin, but he has ditched the cravat and undone the top few buttons of the dress shirt (despite protests from Azul). According to Floyd, “It gets too hot if it’s buttoned up all the way”! No gloves, either! Those are Jade’s thing, not his!

Jamil Viper

“You look good.”

His comment is short, simple, and to the point. Trust Jamil to not waste his breath on unnecessary flattery.

He’s not below giving you a sarcastic bow and calling you royalty though, which you have to bonk him on the head for.

Jamil dons a maroon suit with a black undershirt. Gold accessories and jewels drip off of his breast pocket and waist (”Courtesy of an overzealous Kalim,” he sighs).

Malleus  Draconia

“Breathtaking. Simply breathtaking...”

He seems entranced by your beauty, spellbound.

Snaps out of his trance long enough to offer you his arm. Together, you stroll through the quiet evening, enjoying the flicker of the fireflies and the silence before the inevitable music and laughter of the ball.

Malleus is in an ebony tuxedo with a lime green bow tie (he tells you that Lilia insisted that bow ties were more charming than a regular tie, which is how this outfit came to be).

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My personal ranking, from best to worst is:

Poppy/ orange

Jade/ green

Sunny/ yellow

Violet/ purple

Amaya/ white

Ruby/ red

Skylar/ blue

Skylar’s dress to me is kinda, boring. Like a typical plain prom dress. Especially compared to the other girls. Keep in mind i take into account the hair and makeup too. And im judging their outfits after the transformation/ final walk look.

Edit: i had swapped Violet and Sunny around so now sunny sits at place 3 rather than 4.