#pale green oval

[lavenderlemniscate]

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[the-stove-is-on-fire]

After School Ghost Theory 101 with Professor Fenton

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[Image ID: A four page comic that starts with Danny Fenton standing in front of a whiteboard holding up a white cat. "Question: Do ghosts purr?” 

Tucker: “Danny when was the last time you slept?” Danny: “Irrelevant.” 

Danny info-dumps: “The answer is yes, but also no. Technically, all beings that possess a core are constantly "purring", a.k.a. Core Vibrations. Core Vibrations are a nonverbal, emotion-based communication system between Ghosts, similar to how some living species use pheromones to communicate. The exact tone of each ghost is different the same way people's voices are different. Humans can only hear these vibrations when the frequency passes through their audible range (20Hz - 20KHz), hence the 'purring' sound. When the range dips into infrasound (16 - 20Hz) it can cause feelings of fear and unease in humans that they often associate with ghosts and the supernatural. Also known as the ‘Heebie Jeebies.’”

Danny, wiping off the whiteboard: “Any questions before we move on?"

Danny’s audience consists of Wes Weston, Tucker Foley, Sam Manson, Danny’s clone Ellie, and Dash Baxter in a classroom. Wes is seated at a desk at the front taking notes. Tucker is sitting on Sam’s lap playing on a Switch, Ellie is sitting on a desk behind them. Dash is asleep at the back of the room.

Ellie, now holding the cat: “Is this Vlad’s first cat!?” Wes: "Could you tone down the floating eyes before the next part? They're kinda distracting." Danny: "What eyes?" Wes: “Please stop gaslighting me.”

A transparency trick on the last page reveals dark shadows and eyes all around Danny when viewed in dark mode. /.End ID]

An Extended Image ID is available under the read more because it’s over 1k. Side by side light and dark mode versions of the transparency trick is also available under the cut.

[Extended Image ID: The post contains a four page comic. The first page shows two comic panels with white borders. The top panel features a bedraggled looking Danny Fenton from the waist up holding a disgruntled fluffy white cat. There are bags under his eyes, his hair is messy, his arms are covered in bandaids and cat scratches, and his nails are painted black. He’s wearing a white shirt with red sleeves and a red oval on the front. In a large green text bubble he says “Question: Do ghosts purr?” A small orange text bubble under it asks “Danny when was the last time you slept?” “Irrelevant” Danny replies. 

In the bottom panel Danny is standing on the far left side of the panel in front of a whiteboard in a classroom with the cat under his arm. He’s wearing baggy jeans with holes in the knees and his classic white and red Converse shoes. The whiteboard behind him has partially erased doodles around the edges including some flowers, stars, and Phantom’s DP symbol. There are a few balls of paper on the floor. Partially out of frame on the wall behind Danny is a poster of  Einstein and above it a clock. Pointing at the whiteboard with a marker Danny says “The answer: Yes but also no” His words are written on the whiteboard. Under the words is a drawing of a stick figure and a green bedsheet ghost with a circle between them. The circle is surrounded by green squiggly lines radiating out from it. Under the circle, an arrow is drawn pointing to it with the words ‘core vibrations’ written on the board. A green text bubble in the space under the whiteboard says “Technically, all beings that possess a core are constantly "purring", a.k.a. Core Vibrations.”

On the second page there are two blocks of text, each followed by a drawing. The page background is a pale, greenish-grey with subtle scuff marks imitating the look of a whiteboard. The first block of text at the top of the page reads “Core Vibrations are a nonverbal, emotion-based communication system between Ghosts, similar to how some living species use pheromones to communicate. The exact tone of each ghost is different the same way people's voices are different.” Under the text, imitating the look of dry erase marker, is a drawing of two simple ghosts smiling and waving to each other. They both have a small green circle drawn on their chest area with green squiggly lines radiating out from each ghost. Between the two cores, two parallel arrows are drawn, facing opposite directions. Under the arrows is the text “core to core communication.” 

Under the ghosts is a second block of text reading “Humans can only hear these vibrations when the frequency passes through their audible range (20Hz - 20KHz), hence the 'purring' sound. When the range dips into infrasound (16 - 20Hz) it can cause feelings of fear and unease in humans that they often associate with ghosts and the supernatural. Also known as the ‘Heebie Jeebies.’” Under the text a red arrow points from the words ‘heebie jeebies’ to a simple drawing of Dash Baxter holding a flashlight and looking scared. There is a cobweb with a dangling spider drawn to his right and a bunch of green blob ghosts behind him to his left. In blue text the blobs say “you forgot to update your mailing address with the IRS” and “you filed your taxes incorrectly.”

The third page once again shows two comic panels. In the top panel Danny takes up the centre. He’s stretched across the whiteboard in a dynamic pose erasing the drawing of frightened Dash with a big swipe. One hand is braced on the board as he looks over his shoulder and asks “Anyone got questions before we move on?” If the image is viewed in dark mode, there are five, messily drawn eyes of varying sizes surrounding Danny. If viewed in light mode, the eyes are absent. 

The bottom comic panel reveals Danny’s audience to be Wes Weston, Tucker Foley, Sam Manson, Danny’s clone Ellie, and Dash Baxter. In the bottom left corner, Wes sits slouched at a desk at the front of the classroom with papers and an open notebook spread out over his desk. He’s wearing a red zip up hoodie with white sleeves. His hoodie is unzipped showing a green shirt underneath that matches the colour of his eyes. At the desk beside him Tucker and Sam share a chair with their focus on Tucker’s Switch and not Danny’s presentation. Tucker is sitting in Sam’s lap with her arms around his waist and her head resting on his shoulder. Tucker is wearing a red beanie with short dreads, goldenrod yellow turtleneck sweater, green cargo pants, and white shoes. Sam is wearing a black crop top with a fishnet layer over top, purple pleated plaid skirt, artistically ripped purple leggings, and black combat boots with bright green laces. Tucker has the tips of his dread dyed green and purple. Sam has streaks of purple, green, and orange in her hair. Ellie is sitting cross legged on top of a desk two rows behind Sam and Tucker. She’s wearing a cropped hoodie with the same colours as Danny’s shirt and black track pants with white and red shoes. Her hair is tied in a high ponytail and she is holding the squirming fluffy white cat up in the air. At the very back of the classroom behind Wes’ left shoulder Dash can be seen asleep slouched over his desk. Wes has one hand resting on his desk holding a mechanical pencil the other partially raised with his hand open. In a beige text bubble with red text he replies to Danny’s question with an unimpressed look on his face “Could you tone down the floating eyes before the next part? They're kinda distracting.” Under his text bubble a small blue text bubble from Ellie asks “Is this Vlad’s first cat!?” If the image is viewed in dark mode, there are three visible floating eyes off to the side of the panel. If viewed in light mode, the eyes are absent. 

The final comic page is a single, full body shot of Danny standing in front of the blank whiteboard. He’s looking over his shoulder, slightly turned with his back mostly towards the classroom and the eraser in his hand. He has an incredulous look on his face. If the page is viewed in dark mode, the background looks dark and Danny is surrounded by dozens eyes of in all different sizes. If viewed in light mode, the eyes are absent. In a green text bubble Danny asks “What eyes?” In the bottom left corner Wes replies “Please stop gaslighting me.” /.End ID]

[lord-of-the-prompts]

DESCRIBING THE PHYSICAL ATTRIBUTES OF CHARACTERS:

Body

descriptors; ample, athletic, barrel-chested, beefy, blocky, bony, brawny, buff, burly, chubby, chiseled, coltish, curvy, fat, fit, herculean, hulking, lanky, lean, long, long-legged, lush, medium build, muscular, narrow, overweight, plump, pot-bellied, pudgy, round, skeletal, skinny, slender, slim, stocky, strong, stout, strong, taut, toned, wide.

Eyebrows

descriptors; bushy, dark, faint, furry, long, plucked, raised, seductive, shaved, short, sleek, sparse, thin, unruly.

shape; arched, diagonal, peaked, round, s-shaped, straight.

Ears

shape; attached lobe, broad lobe, narrow, pointed, round, square, sticking-out.

Eyes

colour; albino, blue (azure, baby blue, caribbean blue, cobalt, ice blue, light blue, midnight, ocean blue, sky blue, steel blue, storm blue,) brown (amber, dark brown, chestnut, chocolate, ebony, gold, hazel, honey, light brown, mocha, pale gold, sable, sepia, teakwood, topaz, whiskey,) gray (concrete gray, marble, misty gray, raincloud, satin gray, smoky, sterling, sugar gray), green (aquamarine, emerald, evergreen, forest green, jade green, leaf green, olive, moss green, sea green, teal, vale).

descriptors; bedroom, bright, cat-like, dull, glittering, red-rimmed, sharp, small, squinty, sunken, sparkling, teary.

positioning/shape; almond, close-set, cross, deep-set, downturned, heavy-lidded, hooded, monolid, round, slanted, upturned, wide-set.

Face

descriptors; angular, cat-like, hallow, sculpted, sharp, wolfish.

shape; chubby, diamond, heart-shaped, long, narrow, oblong, oval, rectangle, round, square, thin, triangle.

Facial Hair

beard; chin curtain, classic, circle, ducktail, dutch, french fork, garibaldi, goatee, hipster, neckbeard, old dutch, spade, stubble, verdi, winter.

clean-shaven

moustache; anchor, brush, english, fu manchu, handlebar, hooked, horseshoe, imperial, lampshade, mistletoe, pencil, toothbrush, walrus.

sideburns; chin strap, mutton chops.

Hair

colour; blonde (ash blonde, golden blonde, beige, honey, platinum blonde, reddish blonde, strawberry-blonde, sunflower blonde,) brown (amber, butterscotch, caramel, champagne, cool brown, golden brown, chocolate, cinnamon, mahogany,) red (apricot, auburn, copper, ginger, titain-haired,), black (expresso, inky-black, jet black, raven, soft black) grey (charcoal gray, salt-and-pepper, silver, steel gray,), white (bleached, snow-white).

descriptors; bedhead, dull, dry, fine, full, layered, limp, messy, neat, oily, shaggy, shinny, slick, smooth, spiky, tangled, thick, thin, thinning, tousled, wispy, wild, windblown.

length; ankle length, bald, buzzed, collar length, ear length, floor length, hip length, mid-back length, neck length, shaved, shoulder length, waist length.

type; beach waves, bushy, curly, frizzy, natural, permed, puffy, ringlets, spiral, straight, thick, thin, wavy.

Hands; calloused, clammy, delicate, elegant, large, plump, rough, small, smooth, square, sturdy, strong.

Fingernails; acrylic, bitten, chipped, curved, claw-like, dirty, fake, grimy, long, manicured, painted, peeling, pointed, ragged, short, uneven.

Fingers; arthritic, cold, elegant, fat, greasy, knobby, slender, stubby.

Lips/Mouth

colour (lipstick); brown (caramel, coffee, nude, nutmeg,) pink (deep rose, fuchsia, magenta, pale peach, raspberry, rose, ) purple (black cherry, plum, violet, wine,) red (deep red, ruby.)

descriptors; chapped, cracked, dry, full, glossy, lush, narrow, pierced, scabby, small, soft, split, swollen, thin, uneven, wide, wrinkled.

shape; bottom-heavy, bow-turned, cupid’s bow, downturned, oval, pouty, rosebud, sharp, top-heavy.

Nose

descriptors; broad, broken, crooked, dainty, droopy, hooked, long, narrow, pointed, raised, round, short, strong, stubby, thin, turned-up, wide.

shape; button, flared, grecian, hawk, roman.

Skin

descriptors; blemished, bruised, chalky, clear, dewy, dimpled, dirty, dry, flaky, flawless, freckled, glowing, hairy, itchy, lined, oily, pimply, rashy, rough, sagging, satiny, scarred, scratched, smooth, splotchy, spotted, tattooed, uneven, wrinkly.

complexion; black, bronzed, brown, dark, fair, ivory, light, medium, olive, pale, peach, porcelain, rosy, tan, white.

[munivrse]

𓆩♡𓆪 Dead Man Walking

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c/w: light threats. mafia esque gambler bada. possessive bada (yall know thats my shit). smut. bada fingers reader!

a/n: hiii, just wanted to drop something small i did. i'm feeling a little better today. enjoy!!

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“god- fuck. you feel so good on top of me.”

bada’s hands are gripping your waist so hard you’re sure you’ll see bruises in a couple hours. she was so angry. she was fucking pissed.

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she’d had you perched in her lap as she sat at the oval table, balancing a couple chips in her hand. she brings you gambling and calls you her lucky charm each time. you know the real reason she wins is that she’s got a killer poker face (and knows the dealer personally,) but you humor her anyway.

she’d gotten caught admiring you for a little too long as the man across from her coughs,

“your turn, miss.”

bada doesn’t take her eyes off of you. not to check her hand, not doing a double take as she smoothly drawls out,

“raise.”

bada’s hand moves three forest green poker chips, each worth $25,000, to the pool. the man who addressed her earlier lets out a determined “call”, matching her bet. bada’s eyes stray from yours to his. a smirk stretches across her lips,

“brave of you.”

the man mirrors her smile,

“the money isn’t all i’m after.” his eyes flick from bada’s to your own, scanning your body up and down.

bada’s smirk falters and you feel her fingertips tap against your skin in irritation.

“tread lightly, sir. i wouldn’t want you to regret coming tonight.”

the man lets out a light chuckle, “oh come on miss lee, she can’t be worth more than a couple grand. you can’t give her up for just a night? she’s so pretty.”

bada’s jaw clenches as she tries to keep up her cool facade,

“she is, isnt she…”

bada looks straight at the man as she lays down her hand- a royal flush. she grabs your hand and kisses the back of it,

“you’d be wise to leave now, especially if you want to keep hold of that reckless tongue you have.”

the man’s smirk drops and he pales as he begins to realize that bada is not joking. he takes note in how the entire room tenses and how each dealer seems to stiffen at her words, almost ready to flee the scene at the drop of a hat. he slowly steps out of his chair, dignity stolen and $75,000 poorer. his steps are slow and soft as he exits the room.

bada’s leg bounces as she looks around. everything seems to be pissing her off now. the noise of poker chips hitting the table. cards being shuffled and sorted. all of it- every noise setting her off. she’s pulled out of her stupor by your soft hand tucking her hair behind her ear,

“you okay?”

her eyes close as she takes a deep breath. she counts to three and opens her eyes again. her personal dealer looks to her for confirmation and bada offers a short nod. the dealer stands and announces the following,

“okay, we’re closing up shop. time to go.”

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and now you’re here.

bada’s lips smashed against yours, tongue licking into your mouth. her hands gripping your waist like you’re going to disappear any moment now. she takes deep breaths as she parts from you, planting short kisses on your lips in between each pant.

“so pretty.”

you pull away, “only to you.”

bada scoffs, “i wish it was only to me,” she hikes your dress up to your waist, pushing your panties to the side as her fingers ghost over your cunt,

“fucking bastard-,” two fingers start to circle your clit and your legs spread more in her lap, “should’ve taken his fucking eyes out.”

bada’s fingers make their way from your clit to ghost over your opening,

“tell me baby,” her thumb applies pressure to your clit as her fingers dip into you, “who are you?”

you hiss as she starts a slow pace,

“your pretty baby.”

bada hums and plants a kiss at the base of your neck,

“again.”

your hands grip her shoulders,

“your pretty baby.”

bada sighs and decides she needed more. she grunts as she removes her hand from your cunt and lifts you off of her lap. she lays you onto the table, knocking down the mountain of chips in the center.

she fully removes your underwear and one hand circles around your neck, the other goes back to toying with your pussy. she inserts two fingers again and starts at a much rougher, faster pace than before.

“say it again. louder.”

you moan it out this time, hands coming up to grip her arm, “your pretty baby, bada. yours.”

she lets out a low chuckle as she towers over you, leaning down to press her lips against yours.

“so good for me, isnt that right angel?”

you nod against her. she keeps her lips against yours, swallowing your moans. she wanted to keep every part of you to herself. if she was just a little more fucked up, she’d lock you up in your shared home, not letting you leave under any circumstance. the way you’re mewling in her mouth, back arching and pussy clenching around her fingers, it makes her ponder on it for longer than normal.

“you gonna cum for me?” her fingers slow down, opting to curl up and press against your g-spot. you cry out, nearly thrashing against her. the hand around your neck tightens just enough to make you lightheaded. your eyes roll to the back of your head and your body lights up.

bada kisses the top of your forehead,

“cum for me, pretty girl.”

[bethanythebogwitch]

Wet Beast Wednesday: chitons

For last week's Wet Beast Wednesday I talked about a weird invertebrate whose name starts with "c" so this week I'm gonna branch out from that and talk about a weird invertebrate whose name starts with a "c". Chitons are marine mollusks of the class Polyplacophora that bear a resemblance to limpets, but have a segmented shell that allows for more flexibility. They are named after a form of clothing worm by the ancient Greeks.

(image id: a chiton. It is an oval animal with a flat shell composed if 8 overlapping green and white plates. Surrounding the shell is brown, soft tissue)

Chitons are similar in appearance and ecology to limpets, though they are not closely related. The shell of a chiton is made of 8 plates called valves. Valves are the name of any mollusk shell that is divided into multiple pieces. Most mollusk shells are made of one continuous piece and the only ones that have valves are the chitons, bivalves, and a few weird snails. The valves of a chiton overlap slightly, allowing for flexibility while still giving protection. Chitons can curl up into balls and flex backwards to move over concave surfaces that limpets wouldn't be able to. The valves are imbedded in and held together by a thick, muscular ring called the girdle that encircles the body. In most species, only the sides of the valves are covered by the girdle, leaving the rest exposed to the water. A few species cover more or all of the valves with the girdle. When a chiton dies and the girdle decays, the valves will separate. Individual valves sometimes wash up on beaches and are called butterfly shells due to their v-shaped appearance. The shell is used for defense. Chitons can curl up in a ball when not attached to a rock. If one is attached to a rock, it can suction on, presenting predators with no good way to attack its soft underbelly. Some species have spikes, bristles, or other ornaments on their valves and girdles that can provide additional protection.

(image: a chiton curled up into a ball. Its plates are pale pink and its girdle is white and brown)

Underneath the shell, the chiton's body is soft. It consists largely of a muscular foot that is used for movement. To either side of the foot is the mantle cavity, which consists of channels filled with gills that water is pulled through. There is no distinct head, but a mouth is present on the front end. Inside the mouth is the radula, a tongue-like appendage that is covered in teeth. The teeth are special because they are coated in magnetite, a very hard magnetic mineral that has iron as one of its main ingredients. While the metal is used to reinforce the teeth and keep them from wearing out (in fact, the chiton Chaetopleura apiculata has the hardest teeth of any known animal), it may also be used for magnetoreception. This is when an animal can sense magnetic fields. It is possible that the magnetic teeth of chitons can sense the Earth's magnetic field and help with navigation and migration. Most chitons are herbivores or omnivores that feed on algae, bryozonans, diatoms, and other tiny rock-dwellers by scraping at rocks with their radulae. Some are carnivores that target barnacles and can even eat small crustaceans and fish. They often hunt by holding the front ends of their girdles up in the water. Should an animal mistake it for shelter, the chiton will clamp down on them. Food is forced through the esophagus by a current of mucus moved by cilia.

(image: the underside of a chiton. it is oval and orange all over. Two groves filled with brown gill filaments go down each side of the body, encircling a central foot. The mouth is visible as a small hole on one end)

When it comes to senses, chitons have a few options. Like their gastropod cousins, chitons have a chemosensory organ called the subradular organ used for smell and their feet and girdles are full of sensory nerves. They also have special organs called aesthetes. These consist of light-sensing cells that are just below the surface of the shell. The aesthetes are not true eyes, only being able to distinguish light from dark, though they can tell the difference between a shadow and the effects of clouds moving over the sun. Some species use collections of aesthetes to form simple eyes called shell eyes. Unlike the aesthetes, the shell eyes can form images, though Chitons do not have nerve structures needed to form a high resolution image. Shell eyes are distinct from those of any other animal in their structure. Most animals have eye lenses made of protein-based structures, but chiton lenses are crystalline, made of aragonite, the same material that makes up the shell of most mollusks. Each shell eye is compound. The shell eyes are almost certainly used for predator detection. Fossil chitons have been found dating back to the Cambrian period. but shell eyes have only been found in fossils from less than 10 million years old. This likely makes chitons the most recent animal group to have evolved true eyes. Chiton eyes have also been found to work both in water and air, which is tricky due to the way light travels differently through both mediums.

(image: a close-up of a chiton's shell showing the eyes. The shell is yellow and lumpy with the eyes visible as darker, almost black lumps)

The majority of chitons live in intertidal or sub-tidal areas, making them a shallow water group. A few species have been found living in much deeper water, up to 2,000 meters down. Chitons have been known to have homing behavior as they will consistently return to a safe spot after feeding. How they do this is unknown. Sensing the magnetic field of the Planet may play a role, though it is also possible that they lay down chemical trails to find their way home. Chitons are broadcast spawners, with both males and females releasing gametes into the water. Larvae can swim for a while before moving to the substrate.

(image: microscope images of a chiton larva at 4 different developmental stages. It begins as a round blob ringed with hair-like cilia. As the animal develops the cilia recede and the animal elongates, with a distinct foot becoming visible. source)

I will close by bringing up an animal I only learned about recently but has rapidly become one of my favorite weird beasts. This is Cryptochiton stelleri. Its common name is the gumboot chiton, but some people call it the wandering meatloaf, which is objectively the best name ever. It is the largest chiton, growing up to 36 cm (14 in) and 2 kg (4.4 lbs). Its girdle completely covers its shell, which does make it look more like a meatloaf. They can live up to 40 years and are the first known animals to have the mineral santabarbarite in their bodies. They live throughout the north pacific and have been used as a food source by many different cultures. There may be a lot of bad stuff in the world, but if things get too bad, just remember that we live on the same planet as an animal called the wandering meatloaf that can live for 40 years and has a tongue covered in magnetic teeth.

(image: a wandering meatloaf. It is an ovoid animal with red-orange tissue covering the body. Its shell is not visible, but the ridges where each plate overlaps can be seen through the girdle)

[yourmaximoff]

Scarlet Cherry

Summary: There is much more to this prostitute Wanda than you could ever imagine.

Pairing: Prostitute!Wanda x Reader 

Warnings: (+18) age gap (wanda is 19 and reader 29) top!reader, botton!wanda, strap-on (r using), deep throat, fingering, angst

Words: 3,8k

A/N: Inspired by the song Carmen by Lana ♡ 

(English is not my first language, sorry for any translation errors)

𓆩♡𓆪

Flames from a newly kindled fireplace warmed the small room of an elegant hotel in northern New York. The window glass, covered with a wet layer from the incessant rain outside, blurred the lights of a city that never sleeps.

Green eyes attentively observed the rain against the window. Her body lay naked on the large king-size bed in the middle of the room. Her feet swung anxiously up and down, her pale skin and curves bathed in an orange glow emanating from the fireplace on the other side of the room, the sole source of light.

Anxious sighs escaped her perfectly painted lips, adorned with a thin layer of rose-colored lipstick. A snug choker encircled her neck, the only thing adorning her otherwise completely bare skin.

Twisting her body and lying on her back, her extended her head beyond the edge of the bed. An innocent smile played on her lips as her glimpsed the bathroom door upside down. The illuminated room cast the silhouette of an unfamiliar figure adjusting themselves on the other side of the door, someone her would never forget.

Opening the bathroom door, you smiled upon seeing the girl upside down, gazing at you with large doe-like eyes. Her naturally flushed and freckled cheeks stood out on her delicate oval face. Long, dyed auburn hair cascaded against the carpeted floor, while the orange-hued fireplace light perfectly bathed her prominent breasts.

Her large green orbs began to glow, illuminating her face, while a soft smile formed on her lips. You smiled, biting your lower lip, your fingers slowly unbuttoning the first buttons of the dark blouse over your body. You felt desired by that girl, as her shining big green orbs slid over your body with a certain admiration. Her eyes locked on your fingers as you began to unbutton the small dark robe over your body.

As you pushed the robe over your shoulders and let it fall onto your feet, a smile formed on your lips as you noticed the smile on her face when her eyes fixed on your pelvic region. A strap-on was attached to your waist, slightly curved forward, almost reaching her delicate face. Her eyes blinked from the harness to your eyes, her teeth brushing against her lower lip, forming a mischievous smile.

With gentleness, you hold her face softly between your hands, inverting her position upside down and bringing her face up. Her delicate hair slips between your fingers like waterfalls, the gentle scent of strawberry gradually filling the air. You leaned, bent down, and slowly pressed your lips against hers. The taste of cherry gloss quickly flooded your mind, her sweet and soft lips fitting perfectly against yours.

With a sigh, you release her lips, opening your eyes and observing her closely. Her eyes were closed, and her eyelashes moved gently against the rosy and freckled skin beneath them. Her teeth sank into the flesh of her lower lip as her eyes slowly opened, revealing dilated and radiant green orbs.

You leaned back, releasing her head and holding the tip of the strap-on with your hands. Unconsciously biting your lower lip, as if asking something of her. You received a light shake of her head and a gentle smile, as if she were answering your silent question.

You eagerly held her head, adjusting it on the bed, letting her neck stretch slightly outward. Pushing your hips forward, you slide the strap-on lightly against her face, gliding it forward and placing it on her neck.

The bones of her clavicle and the muscles of her neck were slightly reddened and prominent against her delicate and pale skin. Her breasts were perky, spread over her chest with the bones of her ribcage visible.

You smiled as you felt a playful laugh and warm breath leave Wanda's lips, directly hitting your exposed thighs. Slowly, you slid your hands over her breasts, squeezing her sensitive nipples, while Wanda squirmed. You slid your hips back, pulling the dildo away from her neck, but soon positioned the head of the strap-on against her ajar lips.

In a slow motion, you gradually slid the dildo into her mouth. First filling her cheeks, but soon lodging it in her throat. You could see how every muscle in her neck reacted as your shaft stretched the walls of her throat, the bulge gradually burying itself against the delicate skin of her delicious neck. You pushed slowly until it reached the depths of her throat, feeling her hands support against your thighs as small, silent coughs left her throat.

Her skin started turning red, and the veins in her neck began to pulse. You withdrew a little faster from her throat as you felt a slight choke on her heavy breath. Her eyes opened, revealing emeralds glazed with a layer of tears, her dilated iris and sclera with subtle hints of red.

You positioned the strap-on again over her open mouth. Wanda took a deep gasp, filling her lungs with oxygen one last time before you plunged back into her mouth. Your hands held her face delicately, while your hips slowly pushed the dildo back into her throat. This time, when it lodged in her throat, you pulled it out almost completely before pushing it back in.

Your movements, surprisingly, were gentle and precise. Whenever Wanda showed signs of choking, you always withdrew to give her a bit of air. You felt ecstatic fucking her throat in a majestic way, all of Wanda's muffled moans sinking deep into your mind.

Feeling that you had mistreated Wanda's throat enough, you stopped the movements and completely withdrew from her mouth. A long string of saliva, connecting the head of your dildo to Wanda's mouth, broke in the air, wetting her face. She was slightly damp, a mixture of tears and saliva sliding down her cheeks, while her forehead was a bit sweaty.

You placed your hands on her head again, your fingers burying themselves in her soft, voluminous hair as you leaned down once more. Your lips met again, and this time you felt her breath panting and warm against your mouth. You smiled into the kiss, her lips still tasting like cherries, but slightly blurred.

Climbing onto the bed, you traced a delicate path with your fingers over Wanda's body. Sliding gently between the valleys of her breasts, following every curve of her abdomen, up to her uterus. You press your fingers against Wanda's entrance, feeling the moisture and heat emanating from her. With a smooth motion, you push your fingers inside, feeling Wanda's walls pulse around your fingers, twitching with desire.

Your thumb finds Wanda's clitoris, and you caress it with delicate circular movements. She shudders under your touch, the muscles in her legs contracting slightly. Every movement of your fingers is calculated and gentle, gradually increasing the pace and intensity. Wanda's inner walls tighten in response, enveloping your fingers with a sense of urgency and desire. You continue stimulating her clitoris, feeling it swollen and sensitive, responding to your skillful touches.

Feeling Wanda fully lubricated with her own juices, a result of your stimulation, you withdraw your fingers from inside her and place the wet head of the dildo, coated in her saliva, between her folds.

You pull Wanda's waist closer to you, finally placing her head on the bed. She lets out a playful laugh, her knees bending as you position the strap-on between her legs.

Her hands fly to her own face, hiding her red cheeks. You feel infected by Wanda's sweet and playful nature, unable to stop smiling at any moment. With one hand, you hold her waist tightly, and with the other, you guide the dildo into her drenched slit, pushing it into her folds.

A deep sigh escapes her lips, and she bites the palm of her hand, still hiding half of her face. Slowly, you begin to push into her. Her walls stretch around the dildo, her rosy bent knees on either side of her waist, and her juices leaving a wet stain on the satin sheets.

You hold her wrists and place them above her head, wanting to see her beautiful face and her intense eyes looking at you. Her eyes slowly meet yours, the green of her iris so bright that it seemed like transparent and moist glass. Her eyes roll back when she feels the dildo burying completely inside her, filling every empty space within her, almost reaching her uterus.

You pull it out completely and thrust it back in, but this time with more speed, finding a delicious rhythm. You release her hands and place them against her waist, holding her body that slides across the bed with the force of your hips pounding against her. Wanda's hands glide over your back, her nails painted and adorned with small cherry stickers, creating imaginary lines on your back, leaving trails and burning marks.

With each deep thrust, a plaintive moan escaped Wanda's lips. Her legs crossed and pressed against your pelvis, preventing the cock from slipping out, making you push even deeper against her uterus. You could see the prominence of the cock sliding up and down on the thin skin above her uterus. Pressing your thumbs firmly against the edges of her waist, you felt her hands slide from your back to cling to your neck. It was a silent warning that the orgasm was already beginning to take hold of her body.

Bending your body, you brought your mouth close to hers, your lips almost touching, the warm breath she exhaled with each thrust hitting her slightly parted mouth. One of your hands slid from her waist to her leg, pulling it up, finding the perfect angle to bury yourself even deeper inside her. Before your lips touched, you slid up to her ear and whispered:

"Cum for me"

𓆩♡𓆪

Emerging from the bathroom, the warm steam from the shower still enveloping your body, you looked hopefully at the bed and, unfortunately, found it empty. You threw yourself headfirst onto the bed, burying your face in the soft mattress and letting your emotions take over your body.

There was something about that girl, something about Wanda that prevented you from treating her as just an ordinary prostitute. Strangely, you were missing her. You shouldn't feel this way. You hired her, she did the job, and she left as expected. It's literally implied, in the unwritten lines of an imaginary contract, that it was a one-night stand. You started repeating to yourself that you hired her solely for sex and nothing more. Maybe if you asserted it strongly enough, your mind would make it real and take Wanda out of your head.

What is your problem? The first prostitute you hire has already turned your mind and your heart into a mess...

Something caught your attention, a strange noise coming from the living room snapped your mind back to reality. Curiously, you got up and followed the sound of laughter and applause coming from the next room. As you entered the room, your eyes instantly lit up, and your heart began to pound in your chest. A wave of relief washed over your entire body, dissipating any previous worries.

Wanda was sitting on the floor in front of the sofa, focused on the television in front of her with a jar of jelly. As she watched the TV, her eyes seemed to sparkle, and amused laughter escaped her lips due to the old sitcom playing on the screen.

Dipping her index finger into the jar of jelly between her legs, she brought it to her mouth, skillfully sucking and licking. Shiny red streaks dripped onto her lower lip, but were quickly caught by her adept tongue.

Without hesitation, you settled down next to Wanda on the floor, mesmerized by her adorable and innocent expression. Your heart melts at this sight. It's as if, in that moment, the prostitute with a corrupted soul dissolves and reveals a simple girl, whose spirit overflows with purity.

Wanda slid her eyes away from the television and looked at you. Her playful toothy smile softened, the corners of her lips curved upwards, making her perfectly sculpted lips even more evident. She inserted her index finger into the jelly, never taking her eyes off you, and brought it to her lips, sucking on them.

You pushed your two fingers into the jar, burying them and completely coating them with the sticky cherry jelly. Bringing them up, you slowly brought them close to Wanda's lips. She smiled, shaking her head and removing her own finger from her mouth.

You extended your two fingers against her slightly parted lips, her tongue timidly pushing against the tips of your fingers as she slowly closed her eyes. You slid your fingers into her mouth, receiving the tender touch of her tongue licking and tracing around your fingers.

She sucked all the jelly into her throat and then delicately licked your fingers with her tongue. You looked at her with shining eyes, her soft and affectionate tongue reflected her delicate and cute appearance. As she sucked on your fingers, you could see her up close without any makeup, with her hair still damp on her back.

Before you entered the shower, she went first, thoroughly cleaning her body and consequently washing off all her makeup. Her wet red hair dripped onto the back of a white dress shirt, which she certainly borrowed from you. She had a natural blush on her prominent cheeks, and her freckles were even more apparent.

Finishing consuming all the jelly, she smiled, opening her eyes and looking directly at you, lightly biting the tip of your fingers before you withdrew them from her mouth. Turning and refocusing on the sitcom, she hugged her own legs to her chest and rested her head on her knees.

"Do you like old sitcoms?" you curiously ask, folding one of your legs, resting your elbow, and supporting the side of your face with your hand.

"Yes," she replied, smiling and shaking her head. "It's so magical and funny. For a moment, all that matters is making jokes and getting applause."

"Have you ever thought about being an actress? You're beautiful and certainly have an attractive charm," you ask sincerely.

"Already have," she bites her lip, looking at you as if contemplating something.

You could feel the gears in her head turning as she pondered something. She had a secret, and she was contemplating whether or not to tell you. Strangely, she felt comfortable in your presence, her intuition telling her that trusting you was the right thing to do.

"Well, my brother thinks I'm an actress," she says, laughing at herself. "In a way, I am an actress. Every night, I pretend to be someone different to please my clients."

Something starts to burn in your stomach when she mentions the word 'clients', a fleeting anger piercing through your chest like a painful bullet.

"He doesn't know you're a prostitute?" you ask.

"No," she responds, shaking her head and biting her lower lip. "He said he wants to see me as a great actress on television and have a star with my name in that place where famous celebrities have." Wanda swallows hard, anguish filling her throat and weighing on her shoulders. "I don't have the courage to tell him the truth, that I do things that are not as glamorous as he thinks to buy his medications."

You nod at her, allowing her to pour out her feelings in the form of words to you. Sometimes people just need to unload the weight inside them and let it out, and you understood that. She didn't need someone to give shallow solutions to her problems, but rather someone to listen to her and understand her.

"I just want him to be happy and healthy," she sighs deeply, hugging her legs tighter to her chest. "Sometimes, I feel like I'm the only one who truly understands him. Everyone treats Pietro like a child just because he has autism. He's 19 years old and so intelligent and mature, even more than many old men out there." She focuses her gaze on the television and with a sad smile, she watches the lead actress interact with her romantic partner. "I wish I could make Pietro proud."

"You do everything you can for him, Wanda," you say, placing one hand on her back and gently rubbing in circular motions, attempting to comfort her. "I'm sure he knows that and is proud of the incredible sister he has."

She smiles, blinking quickly and dispersing any tears that try to form. "I actually enjoy this job, it's fun to go to different places and meet all kinds of people... It's just sometimes I think about how it would be if I were on a stage or in front of cameras." She looks away from the television and down.

"Someday, that will happen, and I bet your brother will be in the front row to see you," you reply, placing your hand on her jaw, gently lifting it up and making her look at you. "You're going to be a great actress, and you'll make him even more proud."

"I never can confide in anyone, you're the first person who allowed me to do that," she whispers, her voice choked up and her eyes filled with emotion. "Thank you."

A comfortable silence settles between the two of you as you join Wanda and start watching the sitcom with her. Just a few moments later, both of you are already laughing at the funny moments of the show. It had a slightly old-fashioned humor, but it had a certain charm that made you laugh like you hadn't in a long time. Sometimes, your gaze would slide from the television to the smiling girl beside you, her fingers still immersed in jelly, while playful laughter escapes from her mouth. That bitter and anguishing aura completely dissipated into delightful laughter as she wholeheartedly immersed herself in the program. For a few moments, your favorite sound became the sound of her laughter.

The screen displays the end credits, and a slight disappointment spreads across your face as you realize that the time has come for her to leave. Swiftly, you get up and hurry towards the bedroom, leaving her alone sitting on the floor of the living room. Your gazes meet for a moment, filled with curiosity, before she stands up to turn off the television. She picks up the half-empty jar of jelly from the floor, walking towards the small fridge to put it away. Upon returning to the living room, her eyes fixate on you, who are standing in the center of the room. In your hands, you hold a considerable stack of money, and a hopeful smile lights up your face.

"Hey, you already paid me," Wanda says, smiling as she approaches.

"No, please accept to stay with me for a few more nights," you plead, placing the money on her hands and closing them. "I loved your company and I wanted to have you again."

"Oh, I... I thought it was just for one night," Wanda squints her eyes and looks down at her bare feet, hiding an embarrassed smile. "Sure, I can stay." For a few moments, she seemed like a teenager who had just been asked out on a date, for a brief moment, she was simply a shy, infatuated girl.

𓆩♡𓆪

The rain still beat against the hotel windows, the droplets streaming down the glass, reflecting a beautiful piano in the middle of an almost empty hall. Your fingers glided over the piano keys, playing two higher notes and a few heavier ones, bringing balance to the melancholic yet romantic symphony you were creating.

Sitting beside you, Wanda smiled as she watched your skilled fingers delicately touch each white and black key. The symphony gradually unfolding in the empty surroundings brought a sense of fulfillment she had never felt before. It was touching, it was painful, but it was definitely the sound that love should make.

The love she had never felt before was right in front of her, materialized in the form of musical notes, embodied in a person she didn't know, in someone she thought belonged to her for just one night.

Sliding your hands over hers, you placed them on the piano keys. "Let's see if you remember this one," you said, guiding her hand over the piano keys.

The first notes sounded, a mixture of deep and mysterious tones, yet with a lively contrast, bringing to life one of her favorite old sitcoms. Wanda's eyes lit up as she felt the familiarity of the notes pumping nostalgia through her veins.

"Of course, I know it." She smiled widely. You released her hand, and she played the few notes again. "The Addams Family."

You played a few notes and then stopped for Wanda to learn. She quickly and easily picked up the notes, as if she had listened to the opening of The Addams Family thousands of times before. The atmosphere around you dissolved from melancholic and romantic to something more lively and somewhat dark, taking both of you to the depths of the Addams mansion.

You spent the rest of the night, until the morning sun invaded the curtains, playing the piano. You taught Wanda some songs, and being an extremely intelligent girl, she learned them with ease.

You brought her to this special place, the secret empty hotel with a piano. You would spend the early hours playing the piano when insomnia struck, when the worries of the world filled your mind and you desperately needed to escape somewhere. In the few moments you spent with her, you felt like you were playing the piano, you felt like nothing else existed but her and the musical notes of her benevolent heart.

"I need to make a call," you declare, standing up and placing a gentle kiss on Wanda's hair before stepping away. She nods in response, her eyes still fixed on the piano, while her fingers dance across the keys.

You walk towards the windows of the grand hall, observing the persistent raindrops that blur the lights of the towering skyscrapers in front of you, creating a diffuse and shimmering effect. All your feelings slowly begin to trickle out of you like the drops on the glass. You had a thought in mind, you had a plan involving Wanda.

You slide your hand into your pocket and retrieve your cellphone, your agile fingers quickly dialing your friend's number. As you wait for the call to be answered, your gaze fills with admiration as you see Wanda playing the piano. She looked like a star on a stage with a massive audience applauding. She was definitely born to shine like a star, your star.

"Hey, Kevin," your voice echoes with enthusiasm as the cellphone is brought to your ear. "Is that incredible project you mentioned, Wandavision, still in production? I have the perfect person for the lead role."

[odd-ratz]

Fanart for @artistictiliqua's amazing fic, face my demons, i won't hide.

I love their designs for all the characters and I really adore this fic! It's such a fun dp AU and the art, writing and animatics they made for it are absolutely amazing.

[ID: Image of (from left to right) Tucker Foley, Danny Fenton and Sam Manson based on their fanfic design. Tucker has green eyes and his hair peeks out from underneath a red beanie. He is wearing a pale yellow t-shirt with a white long sleeve shirt underneath with sage green pants. Danny is wearing a white t-shirt with a red oval on the front, blue jeans and a gray jacket. His eyes glow slightly and he has a scar on the left side of his face from his cheek down to his neck. Sam has purple eyes and has a dual colored purple and black hair. She wears a black cropped hoodie with purple and green accents and black ripped jeans. Above them are glowing green eyes with slitted white pupils. And glowing smoke swirls around them. /END ID]

[secretwhumplair]

Awakening

1,006 words | Mirai and the serpent king (sequel to Nightfall)

Content | Slavery, fear, nudity, non-con touch/kissing

Notes | Exciting developments! Mirai is introdused to his new living situation!

Taglist | @yet-another-heathen @echo-goes-aaa @whumpinator

»Good morning, Mirai.«

Mirai blinked his eyes open, and for a wonderful moment, he didn’t know where he was. He was comfortable and warm, and barely hurting or hungry. Someone had just softly called him by his actual name.

The first thing he saw, however, were smooth brown scales which started to shift as the serpent king leant over him and kissed his temple.

It took him several seconds after snapping back into his usual obedient, mercy-seeking mindset—with an aching sting through his chest from remembering something sweet and long-gone—before he remembered his new master wanted him to speak. »Good morning, Master.«

His voice was as wrecked as ever, and that fully grounded him back into reality.

»Have you slept well?« The serpent king’s fingers ran through his hair.

»Yes, Master. Thank you, Master.« It was true. He had been so exhausted that even surrounded by his terrifyingly overpowering and enigmatic master, he had slept deeply and dreamlessly.

And he was grateful for it.

»That’s good.« The serpent king cupped his cheek, kissed his forehead, and then got up out of the bed. »Get dressed. I will show you where you’ll live.«

Mirai was quick to obey, and while he closed the clasps of the excuse for clothing he had been given, the serpent king continued.

»There’s something important you need to know, Mirai. You will live with my other pretty things. You all are at liberty to interact with each other as each one involved pleases, but if someone hurts you in any way or makes you uncomfortable, you may tell me. If it cannot wait, you may tell the guards to tell me. I want all of you to be cared for and I will not tolerate bullying or petty games.«

Mirai looked up at him, a whole new world of worries suddenly opened up to him. »Th-thank you, Master.«

Once again, the serpent king must have sensed his fear. He smiled down at him. »Don’t worry, they’ll love you. But I want you to know you are not without recourse if anything happens.«

He led the way out of the room, and Mirai followed him, trying to shake his newfound anxieties.

»Further, if there is anything else you need or want, you may ask also. I may say no, but you will never be punished for inquiry.«

»Thank you, Master«, Mirai muttered, barely managing the words out loud. There was a lump in his throat. This all sounded so good.

There had to be a catch somewhere.

The serpent king brought him to a door flanked by two guards, who bowed their heads respectfully, but not without giving Mirai curious glances. One opened and let them in.

The room was large, the side opposite the door once more consisting of arched windows, framed with heavy curtains on either side. Multiple doors lined the other walls, some ajar, others closed. The room was furnished with several tables, couches both after the fashion of the legged folk Mirai was familiar with, and designed as oval-shaped platforms similar to the throne, as well as various seat cushions. Shelves held board games, books, and other knickknacks. Lamps hung on the walls between the doorframes, albeit currently extinguished.

More than the design of the room itself, though, what caught Mirai’s attention were its occupants.

They were all very beautiful. It was about a dozen, half serpentkind, ranging in colour and size from a slender, brown-patched woman to an olive-green man spotted in yellow and black and larger than the biggest guard Mirai had seen yet, half humans, from a woman as blue-black as night with long, neat locs to a fire-headed man as pale as birch bark. There was one slender-legged, shiny-coated bay centauress, and one other elf, bronze-skinned and curly-haired. His bright eyes found Mirai immediately, and Mirai could feel nothing but shame worse than the others put into him, even knowing they were in the same position.

Well, they weren’t, truly. This stranger, most likely, could sing.

All were dressed in attire somewhat similar to his, terribly exposed, but each different from one another, clearly designed to suit the person it adorned.

And all turned towards the opening door, looking curiously at the serpent king or the new slave he had brought.

Mirai felt awfully exposed; for a moment he had the childish impulse to hide behind his master. But that was as ridiculous as it was stupid. These people were likely much less of a threat to him. He had lived in households with several slaves before; even if they couldn’t do anything to help one another—sometimes banned from even touching, all touch belonging to their masters—it had been a bittersweet comfort not to be alone in his misery.

Yet, that all meant he was even more worried about making a bad impression.

The serpent king did loop around Mirai once more. »This is Mirai, sweets. Rizi, will you show him around?«

A tawny-skinned human with soft black waves on their head nodded. »Of course, Master.« The fiery-coloured silk bands of their decor, Mirai noticed, framed a pair of fine scars crossing their chest; delicate enough to have been masterfully made without resistance, but not wholly removed by magic, the way the dog bites on Mirai’s skin had been. They smiled at Mirai, and Mirai felt a spark of comfort.

The serpent king moved away from around Mirai, then paused. »One more thing. You will have Hishissa lessons every day. This is your home now; I want you to learn the language. Do you know how to read and write?«

»Only… only Nirezali, Master.« He had not, when he was receiving what little education he got, expected to leave the country he had been born in. No one in his family had. How and why would they?

»Then you will have lessons in that also. Make yourself at home,« he added, smiling at him one last time. »Have a good day, sweets.«

And with that, he left him to the others.

[fleur-du-soleil-immortel]

Fleur Du Soleil Immortel

In the once-lively kingdom of Soleil, ruled by a caring royal family, a divine curse plunges the land into eternal rot and winter after their goddess loses her immortality. As the rot spreads, devastating the population and causing famines, the kingdom survives through scarce magic and struggles to sustain itself.

You, a child born out of an affair between Duke Forestier and an unknown mother, are abandoned and hidden away in a small cottage on the Forestier property. Treated as a servant by your own family, you endure years of abuse and neglect.

On your 10th birthday, your elder brother appears at your door, welcoming you into the family. However, life within the household proves to be far from welcoming, as you continue to face mistreatment.

Everything changes when the Emperor orders an arranged marriage between your elder sister and the Second Heir. Unexpectedly, your family sends you instead, thrusting you into a dangerous power struggle between two royals. Now, you must navigate the treacherous court, uncover the truth behind your strange healing abilities, and seek answers about your mysterious mother.

As you strive to survive amidst courtly intrigues, you may discover the key to saving the kingdom or become its very downfall. Will you find happiness and bring hope to Soleil, or will the weight of your circumstances consume you?

Features

Genre: Fantasy, Mystery and Romance 

Rating: 18+ For child abuse, blood, sexually explicit scenes, Self Harm, Drinking, Smoking, Suicidal/depressing thoughts and Death. 

Customize your characters gender, sexuality, appearance, personality, interests ect!

Romance one of 6 possible ROs including poly routes or just befriend them!

Learn the secret to your powers, will you use them to help others or get revenge? 

Support the second heir in their fight for the crown or side with their brother! 

Do charity work and make change, including building a school for commoners!

Romance Options 

Anastasius/Anastasia Soleil The Second Heir 

A is 5'8 [5'1 Female] with a thin and frail body, ghostly pale skin that gives them a sickly appearance, even having a blue tinge. They have straight, snow white hair that stops a little above their shoulders[Waist length Female] that frames a heart shaped face, thick white lashes making their pale blue eyes stand out. They often have dark bags underneath them. Their right arm and left leg had been taken by the rot and are replaced with beautifully crafted prosthetics with Intricate designs, though sometimes they prefer their wheelchair. 

A is a cold and cunning person with a sharp tongue. They can be petty and quick to anger. Due to their poor health they have spent most their life confined to their bed chambers with occasional outings, though they are not to be underestimated as they have eyes and ears everywhere. Many who have crossed them are rumored to have disappeared.

William/Wilma Dufort The Knight 

They are 6’2 with a fit and athletic build from intense training as a knight. They have a warm brown skin with little freckles across an oval shaped face, dimples on each cheek. Light brown coils placed in a low messy ponytail. Vibrant green eyes framed by long thick lashes.

W is a kind and easygoing person, loyal to a fault. They are hardworking, dedicated to their job as a knight. They are friendly, often helping others out whenever they can, especially when it comes to A. They can be rather oblivious despite how many find them attractive. 

Calypso Alarie The Mysterious Mage

They are 5'9[5'6 as female] with Lithe yet fit frame, dark flawless brown skin. They have long black locs often placed in a messy bun. Golden eyes framed by thick lashes and a diamond shaped face. They have a beauty mark under their left eye. Their skin has a natural golden glitter to it.

They spend most of their time researching in the library, a true socially awkward bookworm. They get easily flustered when realizing someone is flirting with them. They can easily lose track of time when it comes to their work. They prefer to observe over interacting.

Asher De La Rue The Servant 

They are 5’9[5'4 Female] with a Lithe body and cool beige skin tone. They have messy obsidian black hair that stops a little past their ears, framing their diamond shaped face[Shoulder length Female) and covers their milky white eyes. 

Asher is a playful, flirty and sarcastic person. They never seem to take anything seriously. They are charming and can talk their way out of almost any trouble.

Liliana/Lillian Petit The Free Spirit

They are 5'4 with fair skin, they have a slender body covered in freckles. They have a heart shaped face with big dark brown doe eyes and messy ginger hair.[Long elaborate braid for female and somewhat short as male]

They are a free spirit, often seen entertaining others through song and dance. They are stubborn yet kind, looking at the world with a cup half full outlook. They are adventurous, often finding themselves in trouble.

Raymond/Ramona Destry Crown Princes Lapdog

They are 6'3 with a muscular build, with scarred olive skin. They have obsidian eyes and a black buzzcut, complementing their diamond shaped face. They have a scar going through their right eyebrow. 

R is arragont. They are extremely quick to anger and resort to violence against those they deem to have wronged them. They absolutely hate studying, unable to sit still long, or stay focused, preferring to be outside training or partaking in a battle or tournament. Despite being referred to as stupid, they are a master at handling weapons and formulating battle strategy. They are considered the Dog of the Crown Prince.

[ghostchems]

a perpetual rise - part 3

nightmares in the abbey. terzo and marion escape for the day. read part one / part two. ao3 link.

author’s note: 3.6k words. a little bit of angst, a little bit of fluff. drama maybe. thank you to @angellayercake for catching my grapes mistake :)

Marion's feet felt heavy as she walked up to the doors of the chapel. She couldn’t remember how she got here or where she was coming from. A chill ran through her as she placed her hand on one of the double doors. Her gaze fell to the floor where green smoke was oozing from below the crack of the door.

Something was very wrong here.

She pushed the door open and was met with a blinding wall of smoke. Her chest tightened, breath growing heavy as she walked inside. Marion was sweating with the chapel being unbearably hot as if there was a fire but she couldn’t see where it was coming from. She couldn’t stop herself from continuing through the room, struggling to even see pews in front of her.

Lightning cracked through the room and she was able to catch a glimpse of her surroundings. Something was on the blackstone altar. Marion started to run toward it, having a growing feeling that this was bad, this was very bad.

She nearly tripped over her feet as she reached it, the smoke having cleared in a perfect oval around it. What she saw made her stomach drop but at least now she knew she was only dreaming.

Terzo was laid out, naked on the altar. He was completely still, unbreathing, and his paint looked cracked and old. The stitching on his neck that she had done herself when resurrecting him was cut and clipped. He was so pale, so skinny – it brought her right back to that first night of him in her apartment. She wanted to comfort him, to wrap him in her arms and bring him back just as she had that night.

Turns out, she didn’t have to.

His eyes snapped open and a gasp ripped from his throat. Marion took a step back, her eyes just as wide as his – both of his eyes were white. She had no time to react before Terzo grabbed her by the throat and pulled her down to him. His touch was freezing cold and his fingers felt rough. He was still gasping for air, his eyes darting around the room wildly.

“Amore… amore, what am I doing here?” He sounded terrified, his voice so small and quiet as his eyes scanned her face. “I’m not supposed to be here.” Terzo’s grip on her throat tightened. His jaw clenched and his gaze was heavy on her now. “I’m not supposed to be here, amore. Why did you bring me back? Why?!”

Marion was trying to speak – her mouth moving but nothing coming out. She could feel herself tremble, she could feel the struggle to breath growing as his hand closed around her throat.

“I should have never appeared to you!” He was furious now, bearing his pointed teeth at her. “You’ve ruined me. You’ve ruined me.” Electricity crackled around him and she could feel small shocks from his fingertips. His spare hand was furiously pulling at the threads at his neck before it found its way to hers’. She was trying to scream, tears spilling out of her face as he squeezed the life out of her.

***

Marion woke up screaming and her limbs were flailing underneath the covers. Her eyes flung open as Terzo’s arms wrapped her, pulling him close to her chest. She fought against him but he was too strong.

“Amore… Marion! It’s okay, it’s okay…” He captured her arms in his grasp, forcing them down as his grip on her tightened. There was silence as he started to rock her back and forth, whispering soft reassurances into her ear. Her breathing started to slow and she stopped shaking once she realized she was in their room, in their bed.

“Let me see your eyes.”

Terzo didn’t question it, immediately bringing his face closer to hers. She cupped his face, her fingers brushing his cheeks under his eyes. His green eye was almost completely shrouded in darkness while his white one stood out. She gave a deep sigh of relief before throwing her arms around him and burying her face in his neck.

He held her until she fell back to sleep.

Down the hall of the Ministry, Copia was experiencing a similar dream.

***

He saw right through it straight away – marching right up to the altar with his arms crossed, completely unphased by the smoke and the lightning. His face faltered a bit at the sight of his brother looking in such a state but he knew the truth.

“Do you have to use all these, ehhh… theatrics?” Copia gestured to the smoke around them.

The being opened its white eyes and scrunched its nose before sitting up on the altar and crossing its legs. In the blink of an eye, it was fully dressed in Terzo’s original “less-formal” outfit, spats and all. It bounced its foot that was dangling in the air, a small smirk spreading across its face.

“I already had this all set up so I figured I would just reuse it.” Its voice sounded like Terzo except it was a bit deeper and without the smooth Italian accent. “So, I guess I’ll just cut to the chase then – your brother is shitting all over you and me. He is making a mockery of the Church. Copia, your ascension to the role of Papa is unparalleled. It’s where you’re meant to be. Not him.”

“Do you think I don’t know this?” Copia snapped, surprising himself. “S-sorry. Sorry. He just- he killed Sister Imperator.”

“And now she’s frolicking around in Hell with Nihil, not a care in the world.” It scowled and hopped down from the altar. “It’s up to you now. Restore order to the Church. Perhaps it will finally make your mother proud.”

Copia bit his tongue as It started to stalk closer to him, slinking around strangely similar to how Terzo would. “What am I to do? Doesn’t he, ehhh, fall under your jurisdiction?” He steepled his fingers as he averted his gaze away from It.

“My child — do you not live to serve me?” Its lips curled into a predatory smile, jagged sharp teeth sticking out. “I’m telling you to do this, Copia. And if you fail, you’ve not only failed the Church but you’ve failed me. If I need to step in, you’ll all meet your fate.”

“R-right..” He clasped his hands together, bringing his eyes to meet the other’s. “Guide me, Lucifer, and I will deliver the Church back to you.”

***

Marion stood under the shower stream, letting the water hit her head as she stared straight forward. The nightmare was a pretty rocky start to the day she had already planned so meticulously. She hadn’t dreamed of him since they were together, since she had joined the clergy.

It was still so fresh in her mind. Her fingers lightly brushed over her neck where he had been squeezing her earlier. She gave a soft sigh and returned her attention to the wall in front of her.

After a few seconds, the shower door creaked open and pulled her from her thoughts. Terzo stepped inside, a hand immediately falling to her back as she looked at him over her shoulder. He was quick to lather up shampoo in his hands and began to massage it into her scalp.

Marion hummed and pressed her back against his chest. He gently washed her hair and rinsed it through with water before pressing a small kiss to her shoulder.

“I feel responsible for your nightmare, amore.” Terzo whispered as he grabbed the soap. “I shouldn’t have been so rough with you, si? And I should never have lied to you.” He began carefully washing her body with the soap, taking his time.

“I mean, if you being rough with me gives me nightmares, that’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make.” Marion spun around to face him with a smile. He was being so sweet to her and it definitely soothed her mind a bit. The nightmare probably didn’t mean anything — it was just the stress getting to her. It had to be, right?

The concern didn’t leave Terzo’s face as he brought his hands to her face. “I will be here to help you through your nightmares, always.” She gazed back at him and placed her hands on his arms. His eyes were wide, forehead creased with worry and his lips pressed into a thin line.

“Terzo, thank you. Now, relax, please.” She whispered. His hair was slicked back with water running down his face. Marion didn’t get to see him like this too often and was lost in the fact that he was so handsome. His sharp cheekbones, his pronounced nose… the faint blush that was rising to his cheeks as he noticed the way she was looking at him.

“Ah, si.” He murmured his one hand settled on her chin, tilting her head up. His cheeks were fully flushed down and a small smile played on his lips. He leaned in and pressed a soft, teasing kiss to her.

“Don’t take too long, we have an appointment to make.” Marion grinned against his lips before slipping out the shower. She could hear him laugh quietly to himself as she draped a towel over herself.

Marion had almost the entire day planned for the two of them. She felt that they hadn’t been able to spend any time outside of the Abbey and that Terzo could use one day to have a little break from his duties (and also so maybe she could get a break, too). She wanted to steal him away from all of this so they could just be together for one day.

She quickly got herself ready, opting for a pair of blue jeans and a sweater. Her hair was drying in a towel when Terzo emerged from the shower.

“Am I still going incognito, eh?”

“Yup.”

He dramatically removed his towel as he ran one of his hands through his still wet hair. No paint, not today. He quickly slipped on a pair of jeans and a hoodie. Marion couldn’t couldn’t help but smile at him in his outfit.

“You look like a punk.”

“I am a punk, amore.”

Marion pulled her hair from the towel and handed it to Terzo who quickly dried his own hair with it. He then pulled the hood up over his head and grabbed his aviators.

They were being sneaky and it was definitely fun for the two of them. The easiest way to leave the Abbey without too many people noticing was to go through the graveyard. It was cool outside and they walked with their arms linked and bodies close, with a little skip in their step.

Terzo came to a stop as they reached the mausoleums. His was still standing. They walked slowly as they passed Secondo’s and Primo’s.

“I haven’t introduced them to you yet, have I, amore? We must visit them soon.” He gently squeezed her arm and she nodded. They hadn’t talked much about his other brothers since returning to the Abbey, with most of their talks being consumed by Copia and his moods.

Marion hadn’t driven in a long time but it felt nice for her to be behind the wheel of a car again. Of course, Terzo immediately put his feet up on the dash and set the passenger seat back as far as it would go.

She deliberately picked a place that was close to the Abbey just in case something were to happen. They pulled up to a small strip mall and got out of the car. Marion looked over at him and it was really hard for her not to swoon — he looked so different, just like a normal dude you would run into while walking around town.

“Oh, cara, are we-?”

“Yes, we are getting mani-pedis. You deserve some pampering I think.” Marion smiled at him and watched with delight as his face lit up from behind his aviators. He took her hand and they quickly walked inside, their excitement starting to build.

As soon as they were situated, he turned up the charm with all of the ladies inside the salon swooning over him. They were able to act like they were just a normal couple having a fun little date, getting their nails done. A few of the nail technicians complimented Terzo on his “choker”, little did they know that it was what made sure his head didn’t roll off his shoulders.

“Amore, this is just what I needed.” He sighed deeply as he rested his head back against the headrest of the chair, some of his hair falling to his forehead. “What we needed. I would squeeze your hand right now if I could.”

Marion did the same, resting her head against the headrest as the nail technician worked on her finger and toe nails. It felt like a long time since she was able to turn off her brain without some invasive thoughts about her new life creeping into her mind. But right now, she was able to enjoy the calmness of getting her nails done, with even the nightmare she had far away from her from her thoughts.

Soon, they were sat beside each other as their nails dried underneath the drying station. She peaked down at Terzo’s big feet in small, pink flip flops and she couldn't help but give a small giggle. He immediately nudged her playfully with his shoulder.

“This is very nice, Marion.” His voice was quiet and continued to lean his shoulder against hers. “This… ehh, no one’s ever…” He stopped himself, giving some time for his brain to catch up with his mouth. “No one’s ever done something like this for me. I mean, of course, I’ve been a bit spoiled while being Papa but… no one’s ever done something like this for me.”

“You deserve it.” She nodded to him, their eyes meeting for a long moment until she broke into a wide grin. “Even though you lied to me.”

“Ah, cara, how much more would you like me to apologize? I will as many times as you want me to.” He snuck a quick kiss to her cheek.

Her cheeks flushed and she couldn’t help but giggle. They had these moments together in their private quarters all the time but being able to have a moment like this while in public on a date? It made her heart swell.

Once their nails had dried they compared them against each other’s. Terzo had opted for short black nails (so he could still wear his fancy, tight gloves) and Marion got almond shaped, blood red nails (seemed to fit the theme of the Abbey).

They continued on with their date day, with Terzo blowing all the ladies kisses as they left the nail salon. Their next stop was a short walk down the strip mall: a hole in the wall pizza shop. He was nearly vibrating with excitement.

“A couple of slices and a soda! Perfetto!”

Marion had never seen him this visibly happy before, which when thinking about it seemed somewhat sad. He had to put on the mysterious, powerful front of being the leader of the Clergy (with some of his natural charm and playfulness). Here, he could just be himself.

“You know, amore, I’ve been reading your work every day.” Terzo mused as he added parmesan to one of his slices. “I always find a little bit of time to read what’s been added. It’s been helping me, eh, reflect on where we started and where we are now.”

“It’s a lot, isn’t it?”

“So much. Especially for you, Marion.” His sharp features softened a bit. Marion’s lips started to pull into a smile as she took him in, the small blush on his cheeks and how cute his freckles were on his nose. “The more I read what you’ve, ehh, expertly written, the more I fall in love with you all over again.” He was whispering now, his eyes fixated on her.

Her mouth dropped open but no words came out. For so long, she had yearned for a love like this. Love from someone who was strong and powerful but treated her like an equal. She could feel tears start to well up and cry.

“O-oh, Marion, don’t cry — I can’t wipe away your tears because my fingers are greasy.”

She snorted as she dabbed her eyes with a paper napkin. “No, no, it’s good tears. Happy tears. I am being a baby.” Marion laughed again as he wiggled his greasy fingers in her direction. “I am really glad that we found each other.”

“Ah, si. Me too.”

They dig in, leaving nothing but a few crumpled napkins as evidence of their pizza party. Terzo stretched out on his side of the booth, his feet dangling off the seat as he eyed her up. “Tesoro, I’m sure you don’t want to speak about it anymore but your nightmare… per favore, please tell me about it. It scared you so.”

Marion took a deep sip of her soda. “It was you but… but it wasn’t.” She furrowed her brow. “You were upset with me for bringing you back. You had ripped off the stitching on your… you know. You said I ruined you.” She sighed deeply. “But, it was just a very scary dream. I know you don’t feel that way.”

“Of course I don’t, amore. I am indebted to you forever for how you’ve helped me.” He reached out for her hand. “You mentioned something about my eyes last night?”

“Y-yeah. You had two white eyes in the nightmare. Looked extra spooky.” She settled her hand in his and gave a small laugh. Terzo didn’t say anything and only squeezed her hand tight as his thoughts started to wander.

***

They held hands as they strolled through the Abbey graveyard back to the quarters. It was always so calm there, almost empty unless there was some kind of ritual going on. Marion made a note to herself to explore it more in her spare time.

“So, I have something to ask you about and I want you to be, uh, chill about it.”

“Chill? I can be chill, tesoro, of course. What is it?”

“I’ve heard some rumors…” She started, swallowing thickly before continuing. “About breeding here?”

Terzo stopped in his tracks and let go of her hand. “What? Who said that to you?” He was all but growling, his teeth showing.

“It’s not important. Is that a thing here? Or is it just a weird way of saying having kids with the person you love?” Marion crossed her arms as he waited for his response. He seemed to be at a loss for words, trying to come up with what to say to her while also fuming at whoever told her. “And… while we are on the topic, have you thought about having kids?”

“I… I have been thinking about it. More and more since I’ve come back. Since I’ve been with you. I like the idea of it… but it scares me.” He gave her a sad look and she knew what he was talking about. The man had severe daddy issues. “I don’t think it’s something I would want… now. I’m not even sure it’s possible because what I am." Terzo blinked at her a few times. “Do you want kids, Marion?”

“I’ve always thought it would be something I would do eventually. Eventually.” She smiled softly at him. “If it’s not something you want now, I think we should be a bit more careful. I mean, last night…”

“Ah, si… we aren’t fucking in dreams anymore, are we?” Terzo cracked his most shit-eating grin and she couldn’t help but nudge him with her shoulder in fake frustration.

“I do have one more gift for you, Terzo. It’s very small, not anything crazy, but I thought it would be nice.” Marion stepped away from him and reached behind one of the headstones nearby and pulled out a plant. “For your study!”

His eyes went so wide behind his aviators as he reached out for the plant.

“It’s a Raven ZZ. I thought it was neat and it’s black like your outfits and… are you okay?” Marion reached for him, his shoulders having slumped and his gaze staring at the plant. She rubbed at his arms as he melted against her, still holding the plant close to him.

“This is so sweet, amore. Grazie, thank you.” His voice cracked as he whispered against her head, then pressed a gentle kiss to her temple. “I have something for you, as well. Let me drop this in my study and I’ll meet you at our quarters.”

Before she was able to answer, he was already walking briskly away. She wanted to call out to him to make sure no one saw him in his disguise but then she was afraid that would draw more attention to him, so she let him go.

The walk back to their quarters would have been quick but she took her time before she got there. Marion wanted to relish in the time she had before she went back to her position and the challenges that came with it.

She must have really taken her time because once she got back to their quarters, Terzo was already there waiting for her with something in his arms. Something furry. It popped its head up out of his arms, one ear flopped while the either was pointed.

“Oh my fuck.”

[lavenderlemniscate]

finally. my webcomic ocs and one (1) self insert

each is based on a unique shape and color

[mehoymalloy]

Mayday, mayday! I'm going down, I'm obsessed, I'm doomed, send help.

The first bit of actual writing I've done for Fearne/Poska, with way more to come, I have no doubt.

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Poska watches through a grimy window as the faun sits at the bar, nursing a drink all on her lonesome so late at night. It feels too lucky to be anything but a trap. Which is why Poska has been standing here between an empty, broken-down cart and some crates, slouched against the exterior of the tavern as she waits to see if anyone will join her quarry.

A few minutes pass… then five… then ten. And no one of note enters. The faun remains alone at the bar, occasionally chatting to the elf-orc bartender as she sips on her drink.

Poska waits until the glass is refilled before she finally enters the tavern. Rolling her shoulders, she opens the door just enough to slip inside without ringing the bell that hangs from a beam near the frame.

No matter how light her steps, the faun’s long ear twitches ever so slightly in her direction as she approaches; when Poska slides into the seat right beside the faun’s, that ear swivels to face her before Fearne herself does.

Poska intentionally does not look at her. She catches the bartender’s eye and smiles as she gestures towards Fearne’s drink, ordering the same for herself. She watches the elf-orc pour the drink and curls her shoulders slightly to lean casually against the bar, not at all bending beneath the weight of the faun’s gaze. She does not even react when Fearne turns to face her, frilly skirts and strange knees brushing against the supple leather covering Poska’s thigh.

Poska waits until her drink is set before her, and she takes a slow sip before she finally turns her head to look at the faun in return.

Fearne has her elbow resting against the bar, jaw lazily cupped in the palm of her hand. Long talons extending from a blackened hand carefully weave through her pale green hair, the sharpened tip of her pinky finger slowly tapping against her cheekbone.

Poska follows the line of that deadly-looking claw up to acidic green irises wrapped around prey pupils, oval and large and shining with the torchlight and maybe something even brighter.

Fearne looks not the least bit surprised to see her.

“Poska,” she says, and Poska grits her teeth at the way she says her name, like she’s holding the most delectable sweet on her tongue—savoring it.

“You cut your hair,” she says, and her eyes crinkle as she smiles. “Cute.”

Poska might just be the slightest bit surprised.

[colourstreakgryffin]

I have a request to make. Mitsuri with a darling reader who loves to collect rocks

Ah. Interesting, let’s cook something up with the Love Hashira! Mitsuri is easy to write tbh! Kinda short but hope you don’t mind

Kanroji Mitsuri

“Rocks?” Mitsuri asked surprised and a bit confused as she stared at the fancy glamorous metal box sitting on your lap with her half-empty bento box sat besides her, her head tilting slightly and her pale lime green eyes sparkling in wonder. You just opened up to her about your rock collecting habit over lunch

How you spend all your free time raking through the ground to find all kinds of rocks and sometimes ores you don’t have yet to add to your hefty collection. Mitsuri found it interesting and cute, for somebody like you. She has had a huge crush on you for so long, since you became a Hashira technically, and each time you talk to her, makes her almost lose her cool

“Yes! Rocks!” You chirp happily as you pick out the most pretty ore you have ever found, a large clump of shiny colourful Bismuth and offer it to Mitsuri. Her face flutters in rosy red as she squeals happily at the sight of the beautiful stone. It was clean, smooth and looked almost futuristic, she couldn’t believe it was actual a piece of the very Earth

Mitsuri hesitated to take the hardened ore from your hands for a few seconds but she eventually does, staring at it with a widening smile of joy whilst you clap your hands together happily, pleased with her reaction. She was flattered that you knew her well enough to know that she’d like this type for it’s pretty appearance

“What do you think? Do you like it?” You eagerly ask, hoping she’d respond happily as just the way she looked at it, you could tell she liked it. She drew her head up to meet eyes with that signature cheerful smile and nodded wordlessly. She didn’t need to say anything to show you that she appreciated you sharing a single part of your beloved collection with her. You’re doing this because you trust her a lot so she won’t try break that

“Really? I’m so glad!” You cheered out happily with relief overflowing, your hands dig into your fancy treasure box for some more random rocks to show to her like a joyful child showing their drawing to their parents, as Mitsuri gently placed the Bismuth on her lap, holding her hands out again in preparation for the next rock or rocks you have in mind

She didn’t mind whatever she had to see or whatever she had to hold, absolutely anything to spend more time with you and just you where she can express her sadly hidden love for you without judgment is like her dream come true

Mitsuri couldn’t let go of her smile, letting you dump the pile of rocks into her hands in a bouncy giddy, and begin happily ranting about where you found each one, as she stifled them in her palms to seperate the shiny smooth gray pieces of solid ground a bit more so you could point out each one easier

This is truly a dream for her as her lovestruck eyes lock onto you, geeking away at all the details of your adventures finding these solid ovals of minerals you cherish so dearly. She wasn’t really paying attention to any of your words, she was just admiring your pretty face and rolling internally at the excitement in your beautiful voice

She is in heaven and she doesn’t want to be brought back to the land of the living

[revenant-coining]

Doawian

[pt: Doawian /end pt]

[ids: 2 rectangular flags with 7 equally-sized horizontal lines. colors in this order from top to bottom: pale grey, light brown, brown, dark grey, darkish green, green, pale grey. in the center of the first flag is a dark grey circle. in the center of the circle is a pale grey symbol. the symbol is a diamond with a small circle centered vertically, and above where it would be if it was centered horizontally. below the circle is a vertical line. there is a horizontal line below where it would be if it was centered inside the diamond. from the horizontal line is half of a pill-shaped oval, the other side connected to the diamond. /end ids]

Doawian; a form of nonhuman tertiary attraction (Alteraffectis) that describes how a doe feels towards a fawn.

etymology; do(e), (f)aw(n), “ian” meaning relating to, belonging to

for @theangeliclibrarian!

tagging; @radiomogai, @thecoffeecrew404, @alteraffectis

[melabea]

Canijuvenian

(pt: Canijuvenian /end pt)

(ids: 2 rectangular flags with 7 equally-sized horizontal lines. colors in this order from top to bottom are darkish green, green, lighter green, pale tan, light grey-brown, brown, and dark brown. in the center of the first flag is a white circle with a dark brown symbol in it. the symbol is a diamond with a small circle centered vertically and above where it would be if it was centered horizontally. below the circle is a vertical line with a horizontal line below where it would be if it was centered inside the diamond. from the horizontal line is half of a pill-shaped oval, the other side connected to the diamond. /end ids)

Canijuvenian; a form of nonhuman tertiary attraction (Alteraffectis) that describes how a dogboy feels towards other dogboys.

etymology; canine, “juvencus” latin for boy, “ian” meaning one that does or deals with relating to, belonging to

for cam!

tagging; @radiomogai, @thecoffeecrew404, @kiruliom, @alteraffectis

[chicinsilk]

US Vogue June 1964

Givenchy Haute Couture Collection Spring/Summer 1964. Audrey Hepburn, in fascinating kohl eye makeup and hair wrapped in a crown of braided hair, perfectly embraces the "Jaipur" look in this pink chiffon evening gown with an oval neckline; with wide sleeves up to the elbow; and to the bands of marvelous embroidery consisting of beads half a foot deep, tiny gold beads, applied flowers in pale green, apricot and yellow, gold thread and rhinestones. The necklace, a ball fringed with seed beads. Matching slippers by Mancini. Makeup: Alberto de Rossi, hair by Alexandre de Paris.

Givenchy Collection Haute Couture Printemps/Eté 1964. Audrey Hepburn, dans un fascinant maquillage aux yeux khôl et aux cheveux enveloppés dans une couronne de cheveux tressés épouse parfaitement le look "Jaipur" dans cette robe du soir en mousseline rose au décolleté ovale; aux manches larges jusqu'au coude; et aux bandes de merveilleuses broderies composées de perles d'un demi-pied de profondeur, de minuscules perles d'or, de fleurs appliquées en vert pâle, abricot et jaune, du fil d'or et du strass. Le collier, une boule frangée de perles de rocaille. Pantoufles assorti par Mancini. Maquillage : Alberto de Rossi, coiffure Alexandre de Paris.

Photo Cecil Beaton vogue archive