#pageant gala

[themakeupbrush]

Miss Universe Germany 2022 National Costume: Sexy Karl Lagerfeld

Inspired by the German fashion designer, creative director, artist and photographer Karl Lagerfeld. He was known as the creative director of the French fashion house Chanel. She admired him from a very young age for advocating for animal rights and being vegan for 36 years. This piece is elaborated in a manual work of haute couture recreating the clothing of the designer Karl Lagerfeld, led to fantasy with an endless number of Swarovski crystals in black and silver tones that give a touch of sophistication to this piece making it unique and deserving from a stage like this to represent in a very respectful and special way that deserves to be praised for his wonderful work in fashion.

[seconds-2-midnight]

Geiger if she went to the Hellfire Gala and her date had a very solid alibi and no one got framed for murder and everything was FINE except for all the other atrocities

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

okay shop girl and bruce attend a fashion show for something yk bruce was just invited or it’s for some charity and he needs to go to uphold the wayne enterprises reputation or whatever 🙈so they go and they’re watching and it’s kinda boring, kinda interesting, they’re just talking w each other and a piece sparks shop girls interest and bruce notices 💗 then he gives it to her as a gift or somethin

idk just an idea! 😌 i had to watch a fashion show in a marketing class and it made me think of them 🤍

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Warnings: Fluff!! So much fluff! POV Shifts between Bruce and Shop Girl

“You’re home early.” 

His voice is thick from disuse, and you can't help but wonder if you'd managed to wake him. You glance up from where you’re standing, sorting through the mail on the kitchen counter, and smile as a sleep-ruffled Bruce drifts into the kitchen. 

“You’re up early.” You shake your sleeve back to eye your watch. “It’s barely three in the afternoon.” 

“Alright, smartass. I might still go back to bed,” Bruce grumbles, scrubbing his hand over his eyes. You grin as he pecks your lips, and you raise your hand, sweeping your thumb across his budding stubble. Bruce curls his arms around your middle, pressing his face into your neck as you turn back to the mail. 

“You’re getting scruffy.”

“I’ll shave.” 

“I kinda like it.” 

“Oh?” 

“Mm.” 

“I’ll keep that in mind.” 

You squirm, giggling softly as he pointedly nuzzles against you. 

“Is everything alright?” Bruce adds. 

“Hm?—Oh, yeah. My boss had a meeting with the board, so she gave us the afternoon. We’re regrouping in the morning.” 

“...Am I supposed to be at that meeting?” 

“Probably.” 

“Huh.” 

“I’m sure you could read the minutes later.” 

“I’m sure I won’t.” 

You snort, setting another invitation aside. You feel Bruce lift his head, resting his chin on your shoulder. 

“What are the stacks?” He asks.

“Left is yours, middle is mine, right are joint invitations.” 

“And the pile closest to you?” 

“Trash.” 

“Junk mail?” 

“And invites that just aren’t gonna be, you know. It.” 

“Such as?” 

“Well, your invitation to judge the Miss Gotham pageant, for one.” 

“I might want that.”

“Not funny. And a fundraiser for the Gotham Opera.” 

Bruce falls quiet for a few testy moments, and you resume sorting through the remaining stacks. You don't need to tell him why you've chosen to discard that particular invite.

“We could go,” He offers after a few moments. 

“We could,” You concede, “But it would cut into your nightly activities, and I’m not an opera fan.” 

“No?” 

“Nn-nn. Too stuffy for me.” 

Bruce lifts his head fully, pressing a long, grateful kiss to your temple. You smile, leaning back against him more heavily as his kisses trail over your cheek, down to your jaw.

“What are the invitations you’re considering?” He asks. 

“There is a fundraiser for the Gotham Fashion Institute that Liz has gotten us on the list for. She thinks it’d be a good way to ease us into joint public appearances.” 

“You wanna go?” 

“I think it could be fun.”

“When is it?” 

“In a couple of weeks.” 

“Seems short notice.” 

“It is. She said they had a few cancellations.” 

“So we’re the second-string guests.” 

“They didn’t think you’d go, so they didn’t invite you in the first place.” 

“You have a dress?” 

“I’ll find one. Might ask Liz if she knows anyone who can get something together for me on short notice.”

“You’ve been talking to Liz an awful lot these days.” 

“I guess,” You shrug. “She and Grant have been a lifeline for this press stuff.” 

“Gotham Fashion Institute, then. Anything else?” 

“A fundraiser for the Gotham History Museum—” 

“Mhm—” 

“A gala for the Gotham Academy, aaaaand,” You eyed the return address on an envelope in your hand, “A silent auction for the Gotham City Science Institute.” 

“So all of these involve some kind of donation?” 

“You’re good for it.” 

Bruce chuckles, turning you in his arms as you set the letters aside. 

“What am I gonna do with you?” He teases, shaking his head. You smile, curling your arms around his shoulders and cuddling closer. 

“I can think of a few things.” 

"So can I."

Bruce grasps the back of your thighs, and your stomach swoops as he eases you back onto the counter, scattering the stacks of mail. His lips cover yours before you can tease or fuss. You slide your hand up into his hair, groaning softly as he tugs you closer.

"I thought," You mumble between kisses, "That you were...Going back to bed."

"We both are."

--  

The press isn’t as much of a shock as it used to be, but you haven’t had a clamor like this since Bruce brought you home from Gordon’s office. Your name is being yelled, along with Bruce’s, and you can hardly take anything in for the rapid flashing of cameras. Bruce’s hand rests on your hip, anchoring you to his side as your gazes sweep the press in front of you. 

You’re smiling, right? You’re almost certain you are—your cheeks hurt from how much you’re pushing it—

You feel Bruce lean in, his lips brushing your ear: 

“Are you giving them your panicked smile?” 

You can’t help but break into a real smile, fighting back a chortle. You know that he’s right. 

“Don’t make me laugh in this dress,” You warn. “I’ll burst out of my shapewear.” 

Bruce’s laugh heartens and warms you, and you lean into him as the camera flashes seem to double. He steers you away from the step and repeat after a few moments, ignoring the calls for one last picture. 

“Take your time,” He counsels, “Your eyes will adjust.”

“I should start wearing sunglasses to these things,” You grumble, squeezing one eye shut, then the other in turn. As you adjust, you become acutely aware of the number of people looking at the two of you. Nerves well up, your stomach sinking with panic. You only just manage to keep from taking a step back, letting Bruce’s hand steady you. 

“We can leave whenever you want,” Bruce murmurs. 

“We should at least stay for the fashion show. Otherwise it’ll just seem rude.” 

“Who cares?” 

“I do!” 

“I do?” Liz’s voice is a welcome reprieve among the curious murmurs surrounding you. “Do I hear wedding bells for you two?” 

“Jesus—” You hiss over Bruce’s admonishing, “There wasn’t enough material in the rumor mill already, Liz?” 

“Mm,” Liz shrugs, hooking her arm through yours. “I was getting bored with everyone’s rumors about Grant and I getting married. Figured I’d stir the pot, give us a break. Come on!” Liz begins to draw you away from Bruce, “Let’s get you a drink!” 

You turn to Bruce, who gently nods you away. 

“Go on. I see a few board members. I should find out what that meeting was about.” 

“Bruce, that was two weeks ago!” 

“I forgot to check the minutes.” Bruce leans in and drops a kiss to your lips before giving Liz a kiss on the cheek. You frown as you see his lips move, and watch Liz give a small nod. He turns, shooting you a wink before he turns, melting into the crowd. 

“...What was that?” You ask Liz as she guides you toward the bar. 

“He was just thanking me for getting you invited,” She excuses. You’re almost certain that it was more, but you don't want to dive into right now—not when half of Gotham’s social set is eyeing you so closely. “Let’s get you a drink, and then I have a few people I want to introduce you to.”

--  

Keep an eye on her. 

That was all that Bruce had murmured to Liz. Bruce keeps them in his periphery as he’s drawn into a conversation with a couple of his father’s old acquaintances. He sees her gradually growing more comfortable as she’s pulled into conversation with a couple of Liz’s friends. Her nervous smile slowly shifts into a genuine one, and he sees a lightness in her that he’s often privy to when they’re alone. And he knows that he ought to be giving the men he's speaking with far more of his attention, but he can’t help but just…Look. 

Bruce knows that he shouldn’t glue himself to her side for the length of the evening. He’s used to swanning around these things, having empty conversations with socialites, politicians, influencers. But he also knows that he can’t be her shadow as long as they’re together. He’d spotted the invitations that were only addressed to her. People know who she is, and who she is to him, and that scares the shit out of him. But…Knowing her stubbornness, and her resilience, she’ll want to start getting the hang of these things, even without him around. 

And goddamn, is she beautiful. He doesn’t say it enough, does he? He watches her head tip back with a laugh, and he swears it brightens the room. He knows that Liz had been joking about wedding bells, but he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about it.

He hasn’t mentioned it to her, not yet. Hell, he hasn't mentioned it to anyone, not even Alfred. But if anything ever happens to him, he wants her taken care of, and comfortable. He remembers the way that she worried about money when they met, how she forced herself to go back to work after the attempted robbery—he’ll be damned if he ever lets her feel like that again. 

Bruce’s heart leaps into his throat as her head turns toward him, her eyes catching his. She tips her chin down just a little, brows raising as she mouths, You okay? It warms him in a way that he can’t describe. In a room full of strangers, in a situation that he knows well and she hardly knows at all, she’s gone out of her way to make sure he is alright. He excuses himself from his conversation, and watches as she does the same. He meets her in the middle, and before she can say a thing, he gently grasps her jaw, drawing her in for a sweet kiss. He feels her curl a hand around his lapel, a gentle hum buzzing against his lips. Bruce breaks the kiss, smoothing his hand over her hip. 

“Did I tell you how beautiful you look tonight?” He asks, grinning as she bashfully ducks her head, averting her gaze. 

“Liz’s designer really came through at the last minute,” She excuses. 

“It’s more than the dress, baby.” 

She leans in, kissing him gently again, and Bruce can’t help but wonder if it’s as thanks, or to keep from complimenting her further. 

“We should take our seats,” She insists, nodding toward where others are beginning to drift toward the chairs on either side of the catwalk. Bruce takes hold of her hand, allowing her to lead the way. 

“How were the minutes of the meeting?” She asks. 

“Honestly?”

“Mhm?” 

“I didn’t hear a word they said.”

He grins as she snorts a laugh, shaking her head. 

“Absolutely ridiculous,” She mutters. 

Truth be told, the fashion show passes Bruce by as much as the conversation with the board members did. He spends more time watching her, taking in her reactions. 

“Do you see anything you like?” She murmurs. 

“Mm,” He glances toward the current model strutting down the runway, taking in slinky white top and the cerulean tasseled skirt. “I’m not sure it’s my style.” 

“I’m not sure that it's mine, either.” 

“Wouldn’t wear it to work?” 

“I don't think it’s office-appropriate,” She giggles. He sees her expression shift, her eyes widening slightly as she watches the next model approach. Bruce casts a cursory glance toward the next model. He watches them go as he murmurs, “What do you like about that one?” 

“Who says I like that one?” She meets his eye, smiling at his disbelieving glance. She gives a small, nonchalant shrug. “The necklace is interesting.” 

Bruce looks up as the model passes, eyeing the silver x lariat necklace, with a small emerald hanging from one strand, and a small diamond hanging from the other. He turns to look at her again and finds her attention already set on the next model. She may feign disinterest, but he knows her better than to believe it.

-- 

“Honey! Are you ready?” 

“Almost!” You call back to Bruce, standing from your vanity and stepping into your heels. You smooth your hands over the skirt of your dress as you look at yourself in the mirror, drawing in a steadying breath. Tonight is going to be great. You had a nice time at the fashion show a couple of weeks ago, so the Gotham History Museum is going to be a breeze. You’ll pose for a few pictures, have a few drinks, wander around the exhibits. It’s going to be fun! Honestly, you’ve been actually looking forward to this one. You turn toward the door and raise your brows when you find Bruce there, leaning in the doorway. 

“Well?” You give him a small spin. He smiles, straightening up. 

“You look beautiful.” 

You grin, reaching up and adjusting his tie slightly. 

“You look very handsome.”

“Thank you…But I do think you’re missing something.” 

You frown, looking down at yourself. 

“My purse is on the bed—” 

“No,” He shakes his head. “It’s not the purse.” 

He draws a long thin box out of his pocket, and before you have a chance to dwell on the sheer injustice of the average depth of women’s pockets, he lifts the velvet lid. Your mouth falls open in shock, your breath catching in your throat as the familiar diamond and emerald glimmer in the light. 

“Bruce,” You breathe, shaking your head. “You didn’t.”

“I did,” He chuckles. “Turn around.” 

You do as he requests, biting your lip as the coolness of the silver brushes, then settles against your skin. You raise your fingers, trailing them across the diamond and emerald in turn as he fastens the clasp. You watch in the mirror as Bruce presses closer, feel the heat of the kiss he presses to your nape, and the firmness of his grasp as he settles his hands on your hips. 

“It looks even more stunning on you than I thought it would,” He murmurs. You shake your head, stunned at the glint of the jewels in the light. You can't even imagine how much this must've cost him.

“I love it.”

“I’m glad.” 

“Is this what you’re going to do any time I tell you that I like something?” You tease, turning to face him fully.

“Within reason.”

“So if I tell you that I like a stegosaurus skeleton tonight?” 

Bruce’s face twists in mock contemplation. 

“Alfred has been considering redecorating the garden.” 

You can’t help but laugh, giving Bruce a gentle squeeze. 

“What am I going to do with you?” 

He gently nudges the tip of your nose with his, eyes warm and smiling as he draws you into his chest.

“I can think of a few things.”

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[idyllcy]

cressie's archive : drafts/unposted

here is EVERY SINGLE UNFINISHED DEVELOPED DRAFT I have :3

Danganronpa

cruel summer // wrecked at sea

The setting sun paints you in red, the image terrifying yet so comforting to the boy. You look like the devil. Komaeda hears the sound of the boat approaching the dock in the background. "I'll see you in five years, Komaeda."

prom queen // ultimate pageant queen reader

Servant watches, heart heavy, mind a mess. That was supposed to be him. He's supposed to be the one to serve you. He feels you had taken what he said personally. It wasn't like he was wrong, but maybe he did need to apologize for not taking your emotions seriously.

white (lies) // eating disorder

You despise the taste of food on your lips, yet you lie to Teruteru about how delicious his cooking was. Komaeda hates people like you

(untitled) // yokai au // dead dove do not eat

Komaeda sighs as he turns into a human, and he grumbles. He didn't want to hex the area, but if he's going to have to find you, then so be it. If you die because of some unfortunate accident again, he's going to kill himself for real this time. 

and baby when it's love if it's not rough it isn't fun // pt of gambling au

Komaeda works to pay back that debt. Would you still pick him if he wasn't yours by force?

gold // isekaied reader

Chiaki clings onto you, unsure as to why you ran so fast, yet she spots her classmates rushing after you while you run. She sees the interest that flashes across Kamukura's face. She notices the ragged breath you run downhill with. Chiaki doesn't know what you're so scared of; yet, as you slam the door behind you, breath ragged, tears streaming, Chiaki thinks she knows.

(untitled) // future foundation ultimate god reader

Hinata is right. You don't like the look you took to be in the foundation. It crawls at your skin uncomfortably, and it looks nothing like how you were supposed to look. What happened to your hair? Your face? Your skin and limbs? You miss when you never took a form.

from elysium, with love // hades game au

With a spin of your robe, you're gone. Hinata stares at where you once were, and he does wonder how you do what you do. The incarnate of death. Hinata liked the cold of death. Your touch was welcome on his warm skin, even more so to his legs which burn of the lakes of Tartarus. The touch of death was welcome to him.

hype boy // food vlogger + college // dual pov fic

while vlogging at the newest cafe on campus, you pay Hinata $15 to bite and record him swallowing the coffee puck. He goes viral as a result.

DC

was it real or just for show? // engaged

You fly out because Tim Drake doesn't care for you anyway. Why is he so adamant about finding you if he doesn't give a shit and returns late all the time?

i want you for worse or for better // mercenary + royal

First Prince Dick Grayson has just had his engagement broken. That very night, he shows up at the pub you work at, drowning out his sorrows in enough liquor to kill an elephant

Red 19 // gambling + casino

Coin in your hand and wealth given to the neighborhood, you wonder if Red Hood is truly as unbreakable as everyone makes him out to be.

"Let's get married" // arranged marriage + soulmates // COMPLETED

When Tim's soulmate is slapped at a Wayne Gala, it seems natural that he should abuse soulmate laws and force them out of their abusive house. Too bad you're adamant about killing yourself.

High school, hi school // high school

Damian only knows you as the other artist in his class. When he crashes into your apartment on accident mid-fight, he worries you'll speak up on it. You don't, and when he turns you down at graduation, the story is supposed to end there.

surface, subface // hades game au

Tim doesn't remember why he still breaks out when his mother is already home? What is it? What is he missing? Why is there an aide managing mother's cottage now?

to live, to love, to lie // metahuman reader

You spend most of your time partying. Being overstimulated and numb was better than being understimulated and numb. A walking phonebook. A walking encyclopedia. Kon finds you partying one night, and one look is all he needs to grab you.

you're not mine // exes au

Tim never got to tell you he was Red Robin when you were dating, so he takes advantage of that and visits your art studio at night to hang out. Nevermind the fact that he was in the middle of divorce processions with his wife or whatever.

Tears of Themis

emerald green // arranged marriage

Years ago, Vyn remembers the feeling of his hand in yours, and both of you are unhappy. In current day, he navigates the murky waters of his feelings for you with you back with him.

Lovebrush Chronicles / For All Time

lion // high school au

When Lars transfers to your school, his flamboyancy evokes eyes from everyone — Including you. You long to be free like him.

Resident Evil / Biohazard

red means i love you // mutual stalking

"Almost forgot you." You grab the teddy, holding it by the hand as you turn it to face the wall in the bathroom. "I still don't appreciate you watching me and not letting me see you, y'know, Ada?" You start the shower, feeling for it as you huff. "What's the fun in sending you lego roses each day with cameras inside if you only keep them at your counter?"

the dead haunt the dead // government agent + plagas

"Are you here to finally kill me?" You stare at Leon, same plagas scars on your face, eyes now the same color as Saddler's prior to his death. Leon can't pull the trigger.

(untitled) // medieval knight Leon // COMPLETED

The fire crackles in your eyes, ashes burning and shattering as you stare, words tumbling out of your heart, eyes weary with an age that should not be possible to you. You look both wounded and aged. Leon has only ever seen those eyes on the men who live til sixty, white visible in both their hair and eyes, old age consuming them until they are a shell of their previous self. You should not be capable of such emotion.

american dream // Nouveau Riche + Gatsby 1920s Leon

Leon Scott Kennedy lacks nothing. A pool the size of Lake Michigan, a tennis court the size of an acre, a bathroom the size of a factory. Leon Scott Kennedy lacks nothing.

Call of Duty

signed puck: signed, luck // Hockey AU Simon Riley

He wants a minx? You'll give him one.

No promises any of this gets finished but this is for anyone who's ever been curious abt how much shit ends up in the graveyard also feel free to leave a comment or ask if u really want me to finish smth from this list bc like everything here is alr like 2k+ words

[slaymitchabernathy]

Snow Manor

꧁ ꧂ Prologue ꧁ ꧂

The country of Panem is a glorious country filled with rich resources that make living in its finest city a luxurious experience. Those who reside in that city, the Capitol, live lavishly with extravagant dinner parties, galas, horse races, and of course, the annual pageant, the Hunger Games.

The wealthiest of Panem, the most influential of the Capitolites, reside on the Corso, the most prominent street in the Capitol. It houses the most expensive apartments for the most important families. Families such as the Creeds, the Ravenstills, the Cranes, and the Dovecotes.

To live on the Corso meant to live among the elite.

Which is what made the Snow’s Manor a great topic of conversation among the elite circles.

Women whispered, men muttered. All wondered why on earth would the Snows choose to move out from their prized penthouse and choose to live in a manor?

To live in a separate house and not an apartment was seen as ostentatious, pretentious, flamboyant. All characteristics that the Snows did not possess to anyone’s common common knowledge.

But the Snows were secretive, slick like snakes. One never truly knew their intentions, where they stood with the Snows. Which was why when invitations for a dinner at the Snow Manor were sent out, everyone who was anyone would be in attendance.

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[britt-kageryuu]

Donnie and Leo are on the beach set again, with some drinks, and snacks. They're dressed in their color coded board shorts, Hawaiian Shirts, and crocs.

Donnie wielding a purple folding fan dramatically greetsthw audience, "Greetings Our Lovely Balemates! Today, even if we may not seem qualified to do so, we will be looking over pictures from various events and judge the fashion choices of the people."

"I'm mainly here to judge if they actually pulled it off. Because according to my twin here, I have the fashion taste of a '80's fashion disaster'. Which is understandable my one good fashion choice was this:" Leo presses a button, and his outfit switches to his bomber jacket outfit from the clothes don't make the turtle. "Though I did get some insight from Dee, so I'm just here to see the pretty people in possibly stupid fashion choices." He changes back to his previous outfit.

"Okay, the first set of photos are from some beauty pageants. These were set to the theme of 'Historic Beauty', so outfits fashioned around classic fashion, or older vintages." Donnie says as he repositioned them on the screen, and brought up the screen where the audience will see the photos, and the twins scores for them.

"Alright let's get started." Leo says then pauses at the first picture, "Is that lady wearing a vetro Jupiter Jim themed poodle skirt, with a Lou Jitsu themed Shirt! That doesn't work what so ever!! And at a major event!!"

Donnie nodded, "Yes, your eyes do not deceive you. And I agree, she did not do a good job with her choice." They both gave the picture a bad score. "Now let's continue to the next picture before we nit pic the hell out this girls poor decision."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"So this was Mr. New York huh, didn't know there were Male Beauty Pageants." Leo says while looking at the picture, "Do you think we could win one of these Dee?"

"Oh, I'm sure we could, but it would probably be unfair to the other contestants. Now for his outfit. Any thoughts Blue?" Donnie asks.

"I want to know how he was made Mr. New York, sure he looks nice, but his idea of fitting the theme, they told him the theme right?" Leo asked, "You said these were 'Iconic to the State', then why does he look like he was styled for Mr. Texas? And wow I just noticed how terrible he actually tooks."

"You're guess is as good as mine, dear Blue." Donnie answers, "So score. I give it a 3.5. Could be worse."

"Same."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"You know when I was gathering these pictures, I never realized that so many runway and Met Gala styles were so... how to put this politely? Weird? Strange?" Donnie pauses while snapping his fingers, trying to think of the right words. They were looking at a group of photos that were apparently considered the worst outfits from a few events.

Donnie lets out a confused noise, "You've been staring at this picture in silence, and you only want his outfit?" Leo just nods his head. "Okay then, let's give our scores and move on. We have a good number of pictures left, and only so much time left for this."

"A waste of fabric? Like how did they expect to do anything but stand there in thoss clothes?" Leo says, pointing to an outfit that looked like a glorified mummy costume studded in gems with a long train of fabric spiraling around the person on the floor. "Didn't you look into tons of fashion events for your clothes plans?"

"Yes, though I can only guess that some of these were buried, or not as photographed as the others. Which is not fully surprising, they were probably overshadowed by the best of the best. Or somehow the fashion side of social media didn't pick these up, and question them." Donnie remarks while zooming in on the details of a few outfits. "I know these are supposed to be For the Art, but still."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Leo's sitting wide eyed at the picture on the screen.

"Blue, I asked you if you had any opinions?" Donnie says while looking towards Leo.

"I want his outfit." Leo says simply.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Both brothers have been staring at this picture of someone in an elaborate kimono style dress. Leo eventually broke the silence, "Are we both trying to figure out how that one piece is floating, or is it because this Guy is unfairly pretty?"

"Both, I've been studying the tricks Cosplayers have used for this kind of thing, and I can't tell how they did it. And yes they're very much to pretty." Donnie comments while moving the picture around or zooming in at parts.

"Wait, the model's profile says their a Guy! We're not try to mock them! It's not fair how fabulous he looks!" Leo shouts after some comments in chat popped up.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Donnie clicked to the last photo, and they both jolted because it was picture of Lou Jitsu in a thankfully very modest maid outfit.

"I didn't put that in there!! Truffle Mac and Cheese! At least it wasn't worse!" Donnie shouts while covering his face.

Leo turns to his twin, "Wait if you didn't choose the pictures where did you get them?" He askes.

Donnie peeks out, "I put out a request on the Softshell Discord Patreon Server, and the mods, after they checked the photos, sent me the file. I didn't want to be spoiled, okay!" They shout back, while they put in their scores, and Donnie quickly closed the flie.

"Well that wasn't too bad, even with the Maid Lou Jitsu jumpscare. What do you say Dee?" Leo says while taking a drink.

Donnie lets out a sigh, "Sigh, definitely could be worse. I'm almost afraid to see which pictures were vetoed from the file. Any let's finish this stream!"

They both try to say the outro at once, but were out of sync, "See you next time Balemates! Dee and Blue swimming off!"

The stream ended, but the clips for various reactions circulated around the fans, and started some more memes in the fandom.

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Masterpost

This was originally going to be about a specific event, but I figured it would be better for them to be looking over a set of randomly source photos that came with Notes from the Discord.

[x-liv25-jamieswife]

tig characters/couples as taylor swift songs - grayson and midnight rain

so i want to start a new series where i associate different ts songs to tig characters cause i've seen some people do it, and i love both ts and tig. hope you guys like it!

my friend @catapparently thought about this and i agreed with her. she had some great ideas for this post.

i think midnight rain is such a grayson song (it's also an alisanash song. i'll make a post about them too).

lyrics:

let's start simple with "he was sunshine, i was midnight rain"

this applies to avery and him. i feel like emily turned him into midnight rain after everything she did to him. although i'm not an averygrayson shipper, i feel like, in an alternate universe where emily didn't exist, they would've worked out. he wouldn't feel the need to protect people as intensely, and, might even be a bit more adventurous (which i feel is what avery needs). gray is midnight rain bc of his inability to currently be in a relationship after emily. he unintentionally ruins any chance he has at love for fear that it might destroy everything and that the people he loves might leave him.

"he wanted a bride i was making my own name, chasing that fame"

this one is bit less accurate but the idea remains the same. instead of grayson actually investing time in trying to form a romantic relationship with someone, he focuses more on his work and stuff, inevitably making a name for himself after he was disinherited. he wasn't necessarily chasing that fame, though. i'm sure there are tons of people who wanted to date him, but he let them go.

"my town was a wasteland, full of cages, full of fences, pageant queens and big pretenders, but for some it was paradise"

'my town' is both grayson's mind and hawthorne house. the cages and fences are all the reminders of emily. for example, all of the references to emily during the games tobias set up or when thea dressed avery up as emily. i'm also quite certain that some places in hawthorne house remind him of emily.

'pageant queens and big pretenders' refers to all of the pretending he constantly has to do (his brothers too). they're all forced to pretend to be perfect all the time (especially grayson) to sustain this image people have of them in their head. they put on these fake masks and pretend everything away. also, people with a lot of influence or fame have to pretend in order to please the public and not get canceled. the events and galas he goes to are filled with these people pretending and lying all the time.

to some people pretending is easy, but to others it isn't (and they hate it). i think both of these apply to grayson. he hates pretending, but it becomes easy for him over time.

"jumping off things in the ocean"

this one applies more to jamie, but because he's constantly reminded of emily, he's constantly reminded of the night she died. this one is also a bit less accurate, but still.

"so i peered through a window, a deep portal, time travel, all the love we unravel, and the life i gave away"

this line is him looking back at his love with emily. i think it's safe to assume that he was quite different before emily came along. the life he gave away basically refers to his life pre-emily.

"i guess sometimes we all get some kind of haunted, and i never think of him, except on midnights like this"

over time, he starts to heal from the wounds emily inflicted on him, but, obviously, he'll sometimes be reminded of her. he'll always be haunted by her.

and lastly "he wanted it comfortable, i wanted that pain"

ok, so, obviously grayson doesn't want to be in pain, but he unintentionally causes himself it. he broke his heart by letting avery go. part of the reason why grayson let avery go was because of his brother, but i also think he let her go because emily still haunted him too much. avery wanted a love that was stable and comfortable, and he couldn't give her that because of his trauma.

anyways that's it for this post. hope you guys liked it! if you have any requests, please send them to me. i absolutely love receiving them.

[insertbadpunhere]

A rough concept for an SSR for Epel. I figured that if there was a gold themed event that Epel would be the center SSR. Can't have a gold event without a golden apple.

I was imagining a fusion of the groom event and fairy Gala. The boys are given the task of ruining a pageant that takes place at either Idia's home or in the Kingdom of Heroes. Either way, we get the boys in golden jewelry and chitons.

[kyoranrilynth]

Collection of Twitter: TavQotD

Does your Tav have any talents that aren't exactly useful to the adventure itself?

Kyoran can sing and dance. Neither of those skills are particularly useful. And a couple other of her "useless to the adventure talents" include being good at body percussion and a being able to execute a few basic card tricks. 🃏

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What would your tav/durge wear if they had to attend a masquerade ball / gala for a quest?

Kyoran is fairly low-key, but always knows how to look classically elegant in occasions such as these

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If you had to pick a song to sum up your tav/durge's relationship with their romanced partner(s), what would it be?

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What's one thing you absolutely love about your Tav? (Can be appearance, personality, history).

There are many things I love about Kyoran but I think my favorite is that she had a fairly "normal" life prior to the events of Baldur's Gate. She still had her own troubles but nothing of note. So, her tenacity to return to normal really shined. She's no Hero, just a Musician💙

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What would your tav's act 3 objective(s) be if they had a quest of their own?

- Meet up with The Troupe™ - Investigate the Theatre - Discover the Players' vs Company affliction - Who's pulling the strings? - Confront the Producer/Pageant Master - Unveil/Out the Corrupt's Affairs - Give the theatre over to the hands of the Troupes/Guilds

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[femmefatalevibe]

Hello!

Hope you’re doing great today.

How do you become your best self- like operating in your full Potential? There’s a girl I know of who’s super popular on campus and she’s great: a model, may be doing pageants one day (I encouraged her), and is super smart. Recently on IG I saw she’s at Harvard Business school studying and she has a major in Political science.

I’m an English major - couldn’t attach myself to any legal studies because it wasn’t for me and I get insulted by family that I should be doing something other than English (they look down on the major).

So I find myself comparing myself to her because I am trying to do different clubs, and speak up and be all that I can be. But I’m not seeing anything changing for me.

I get over looked a lot, and it’s a new school for me (I’m a transfer student) so that’s added.

And I’m so lost.

I often looked down on my degree, I do believe I should be a speaker or go to galas and study things that holds influence. To be a woman of change but I don’t see that. I haven’t gotten any scholarships for holding events for clubs, nor do I get recognized.

I feel like I’m not doing enough and I feel inadequate in my abilities (I literally took a creative writing class with fifteen other poets for a special class and the Professor would constantly nit pick at my writing and say I have to revise - and the other students would be praised for their writing. And I actually thought I was a great poet til that happened. And he’s a poet himself, and well known so that hurt. And was embarrassing cause my peers weren’t helpful or encouraging either. They would just stare at me while he critiqued my work).

Not sure who I should be.

I’m not even good at the things I thought I was good at.

But when looking at my acquaintance- I see such great things going to happen for her in her future (all well deserved).

Hi love! You sound like you're doing great for someone in university, honestly. Most people, especially at that age, do not take the time or energy required to self-reflect and think critically about how they can improve/ thrive in their environment instead of blaming external circumstances for any obstacles they face. You sound very emotionally mature, which I'm sure will take you far. Having so much uncertainty and little support is so difficult, so know that your feelings are valid regarding why you feel uncertain and like you're losing time in this current moment.

While it is easier said than done, comparing yourself to others is a waste of the time and energy you can be spending on ideas, hobbies, and activities that make you happy/help you reach your goals. Please know that people putting you down for being an English major is very closed-minded. There are so many career paths you can pursue with an English degree (signed someone who almost did one, lol) – copywriting, PR, social media/content strategy & creation, UX & technical writing, broadcast journalism, reporter, editor, screenwriting, etc. Also, he is one poet – that is an opinion, not a general consensus. He might be a professional and have considerable skills under his belt, but that does not make his words gospel. Writing quality can be fairly subjective. However, the way he singled you out is awful – I would talk to an advisor about this unprofessional behavior.

The best things you can do in a situation like this are three-fold:

Focus on taking care of yourself. Block out what others, especially critics, think or say about any choices you're making that don't hurt anyone else. Try to establish some healthy routines (meals, walks, workouts, studying, skincare, reading, etc.) to feel more in control of your day-to-day life

Sit down and reflect on the activities that give you energy, what you're passionate about, and the goals that you would most like to achieve in the few years after university and the immediate ones while you're still on campus. For example, it sounds like you're interested in writing, public speaking, and fancy events. Find resources to get good at these skills and ways to get yourself in your desired work environment (internships, temp service work for special events, etc.) Maybe consider potential career paths like PR or speech writing. Consider creative outlets like making a podcast, TikTok, or Youtube videos.

Make it a priority to develop confidence in yourself and an unwavering sense of self-trust. I feel like an old lady saying this, but you're so young and have so much time to figure it out. Everyone has different histories, traumas, resources, and advantages/disadvantages in this life. Spending time ruminating over those of others and comparing notes is taking away the energy and creativity you need to pour into constructing your own life and identity.

Hope this helps xx

[artzychic27]

Hey Artzy, do you have any tips on how to write an OC without making them a Mary Sue?

I guess, just don’t make them overly perfect and “can do no wrong.” There’s nothing wrong with seemingly perfect characters like how I wrote Aurore, becuase she feels pressured by her parents to be perfect. Now, if you take away the bit about her parents, make her incredibly self righteous, give her all of these natural talents without any sort of practice, have everyone fawning over her, and let her always be in the right about everything and everyone who says she’s wrong is a piece of shit, then she becomes a Mary Sue

Like a certain someone…

Here are the Science Kids for example, OCs, and the canon ones I fleshed out

Aurore: Straight A’s and definitely getting into her top school, but how will she tell her parents she’s a lesbian and can’t keep being their “golden child” right before she cuts all ties with them and goes to live with her brother?

Denise: An enby with a physique body builders would kill for, yet they feel overworked by their parents simply because they’re the strongest in the family and the elder twin

Simon: Tech Wiz often commissioned to create promo videos for upcoming events, still not completely over their parents abuse and still has mental and physical scars

Reshma: Beautiful, modest rich girl with a love for magical girl anime and anime in general, BUT! She has difficulties knowing if potential love interests truly love her and not her status or looks. Also, has some difficulties trusting older men due to incidents at galas

Jean: Plucky theater kid with a flare for dramatics and has an amazing boyfriend. Who would have guessed that this guy still blames himself for his mom leaving?

Ismael: Cool skateboarder, loves magic tricks, and always seem so cool under pressure. His personality is just a mask to cover up the fact that he’s emotionally drained due to the torment his mother puts him through when he gets home and that his dad wasn’t able to get custody of him after the divorce

Mireille: Pleasant shy girl with a meek demeanor everyone seems to love? Throw in a bastard dad who keeps trying to push her into the spotlight despite the fact that she is painfully shy!

Cosette: On their way to become Paris’ next top makeup artist! How fun! Oh, what’s this? Their “perfect” older siblings are total assholes and this stems from the fact that their mother is emotionally distant and hasn’t once complimented or shown physical affection to any of her own children? And now they put on this cool “I’m here for it” persona and crack jokes to mask their tears?… Wow

Lacey: Let’s see… Incredibly athletic, cute yet badass… Dead parents. Has to take care of both her grandparents and younger brothers. Fears the day her grandparents will die as she does not feel mentally and emotionally ready to take care of her brothers all on her own and refuses to let people in and hell her so she does parkour and all sorts of other activities to null the pain

Marc: Talented writer with legs for days and a cute boyfriend. My, what could possibly be his flaw? Oh! I know! A bad case of anxiety, and depending on the universe, he’s still terrified of Lucien and believe he’s the one at fault for their relationship taking a toxic turn! Boom!

Zoé: Rich mom, rich dad. But, what’s this? The mom is a complete bitch (Which we already know) and is always pressuring her into looking and acting “like her daughter,” even going so far as to bleach her hair at a young age, forcing her to compete in beauty pageants, and the constant verbal abuse regarding her looks. The dad’s cool, though. He misses her dearly

See, no one’s perfect. Not all of them get straight A’s, and not all of them have parents who are super well off due to a thriving business or some shit, and not all of them have parents who are totally accepting of their genders and sexualities. They have to be human, and humans have flaws

[chilledagridolce27]

We live in the hunger games rn.

All eyes on the posturing performace pageant that is the MET gala and not enough on Rafah that is getting bombed AGAIN

Free Palestine, free Sudan, free Congo and fuck the colonizers

[w-sims]

Adventures in AI 🤖

Me:

"Create the description for a new game pack for The Sims 4. The pack should be themed around drag queens and drag culture, and there should be 2-3 key gameplay features not currently included in the base game or any of its expansion packs."

ChatGPT:

Unleash your Sims' inner divas and embrace the dazzling world of drag culture with The Sims 4: Glam Gala game pack! Step into the spotlight as your Sims sashay, shantay, and slay their way to fabulousness.

Key Features:

Drag Royalty Career: Crown your Sims as the queens or kings of the stage with the Drag Royalty career. From humble beginnings at local clubs to headlining glamorous events, guide your Sims through the transformative journey of becoming drag superstars. Develop their charisma, makeup skills, and fashion sense as they climb the ranks of the drag scene, unlocking new performance opportunities, gigs, and fan interactions along the way.

Drag Transformation Studio: Introducing a new Drag Transformation Studio where your Sims can undergo complete makeovers, from wigs to heels. Design stunning looks with a variety of makeup options, hairstyles, and over-the-top outfits. Choose from a wide array of glamorous accessories to complete the ensemble. The more your Sims strut their stuff, the more recognition they'll receive in the drag community, attracting fans, followers, and even potential collaborators.

Drag Competitions and Pageants: Put your Sims to the ultimate test in drag competitions and pageants. Compete against other drag performers to showcase your Sims' talent, creativity, and stage presence. Impress the judges with killer performances, stunning runway walks, and unforgettable lip-syncs. Winning competitions not only brings glory and fame but also unlocks exclusive rewards such as new makeup styles, drag personas, and even the chance to host your own drag events.

The Sims 4: Glam Gala adds a touch of sparkle, sass, and glam to The Sims 4, allowing your Sims to express themselves like never before. Whether they're vying for the crown, captivating audiences with jaw-dropping performances, or hosting their own drag soirées, this game pack invites your Sims to shine bright in the fabulous world of drag culture!

[reduce-reuse-recycle]

TWST RuPaul's Drag Race,,, ideas??? headcannons

My working title is Crowley's drag race but it doesn't have the same ring

I've been thinking for MONTHS about this but I have nothing, is the same empty brainrot :> my brain is empty most of the time

Jamil — Medusa Sands, a sassy pageant queen that is a very talented dancer and in the show, great lipsyncs.

Her vibe is kind of Bianca del Rio + Anetra + Chi Chi DeVayne (??) Yes, but kind of the same ideas as Shea Couleé for aesthetics, very connected with her Scalding Sands culture, think Fairy Gala but drag.

I'm not even going to think about her performance in the show bc It'll hurt my head.

Rook — Amour, it's just Rook but in drag, nobody fucking knows at the start what they do, but it turns out to be a mix of comedy (when it lands) and things of force, like fighting.

OK HEAR ME OUT BenDeLaCreme + Manila Luzon + Katya, and then she can be just frenchie here and there, for aesthetics Willow Pill comes to mind but,, toned down (?) If Marcia x3 or Derrick Barry tried to do Willow :)

Rook would win or do a great job at snatch game doing Neige Leblanche bc she stans

Malleus Draconia — Maleficia, just drag excellence, an absolute legend outside and inside the show, just the absolute best at everything.

Yes she'd have the name of her grandma as her drag name that sounds cute to me aww — and vibes obviously Sasha Colby (!) + Courney Act + Violet Chachki. I also think Violet for aesthetics, but made oooooold drag, like Vivacious and Divine (Divine wasn't on the show but, you know she is iconic). She is always regal and elegant, even when she necessarily doesn't have to be.

As much as it pains me, I don't think Vil would be a drag queen in this au but a guest judge if given the oportunity, he'd be impersonated if not because he is a celebrity in canon.

I don't mix royalty in the same category because we have a lot of royalty in twst, and we'd run out of charas to make queens.

Epel isn't in the au at all whatsoever because it's not his thing, and he'd be like Trinity K. Bonet all season, and that's not very fun to watch, so no.

Maybe I'll add in the future more to this, and actually desing some of their costumes, and I don't knlw what to do with this au really, it just exists now

[charfletchh]

who: @ironlvngs

where: the ogden homecoming gala, post-crownings

"well, look at us." she hoped everyone understood she'd run for homecoming court as a joke, but as soon as they'd put that pageant-queen sash on her she realized, oh, this was nice. finally, tangible proof she was one of the hottest girls in school. "we look like kennedys. squeaky clean." she had come back to school a little meaner, a little more apathetic, and she hadn't decided whether or not she was still mad at link. maybe a little. but now that she had some distance, wasn't it all kind of iconic in a cruel intentions sort of way? she could hardly remember why she'd been so mad at him in the first place - although, that could be her famously selective memory. or the drugs she'd done earlier.

[emmashouldbewriting]

This man I swear

The court has turned now to the second article in the Duke’s claim, ‘Princes take to the hills for gala’ (July 17 2000).

The Daily Mirror article is about the Duke of Sussex’s plans to go on a rock climbing trip with his brother rather than attending a gala pageant for the Queen Mother.

Mr Green asks whether the Duke thinks that some of the information in this article is a result of phone hacking, asking who’s mobile is likely to have been hacked.

“I believe it could have been anyone from myself to my brother to Paddy Haverson,” the Duke responds. 

Mr Harverson is the former communications secretary for the then Prince of Wales, but Mr Green points out that he wasn’t appointed until 2004 so would not be a possibility. 

The Duke tells the court that “there’s quite a lot of quotes and suspicious information” in the article, adding that “part of the reason we were going rock climbing 270 miles away was because of press intrusion”. 

I have a headache