#cotillion formals

[suziwest-dresscollection]

#vintage #dress #1950s #formal #tulle #white #red #midi #tea length #strapless #cotillion formals #prom

[dani-luminae]

I feel like these two pictures alone really encompass their presence in the movies. Be confused, be dramatic, do nothing actually useful.

#the return of the 'idiots holding hands' picture lmao #cotillion was actually belle's best dress honestly #a better homage to her original golden ballgown than even the live action remake #meanwhile. beast has like one formal coat lmao

[swords-and-chaos]

Not my mom threatening my young autistic ass with being sent to Cotillion school (hell) over bad table manners

#For those who do not know Cotillion school is an etiquette school at the end of which you have a formal dance to show what you’ve learned. #neurodivergent #growing up autistic #autism struggles #audhd #adhd #adhd problems #autism problems #just autism things 😍

[twst-trash]

❥• 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧-𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐝

Tumblr ate my last upload for some reason, so if you see this one please like/reblog it again 😩

Summary: Leona invites you to a royal gala in the Sunset Savanna and you learn that he likes you more than he tries to let on.

wc: 5.2k (!)

content warnings: Jealous!Leona x fem!reader, 18+ smut. Jealousy, breeding kink, scenting, Pining™️. Featuring a cliché love rival and my own take on Queen Kingscholar. Just a little something I wrote to pull me out of the funk I’ve been in lately.

“Tch, I hate this kind of shit.” Leona mumbles as he fiddles with his cufflinks in the mirror. His hair is tied into an unkempt ponytail, stray mahogany locks cascading over his face haphazardly. He looks so different standing there in formal attire- you’re so used to seeing him in his barely buttoned NRC uniform and god-awful sandals- but his demeanor remains unchanged. A small smile pulls at the corner of your mouth as you watch him jam an ungracious finger between his canine and incisor, double checking for any hidden crumbs leftover after brushing his teeth this morning.

Behold, you think, the ever elegant Second Prince: Leona Kingscholar.

(Truthfully, you were more than surprised when Leona showed up to the Ramshackle Dorm before winter break and propositioned the trip back to his homeland.

“I gotta take someone with me to this stupid gala.” He had said to you, hunched in the low arch of the doorframe. His body was comically compressed, folding in on himself as he tried to bully his way into the dorm. “My brother won’t shut his trap about needing me to bring a partner. Said he’d just pick someone at the palace to be my chaperone if I couldn’t get anyone.”

You looked the beastman up and down, an eyebrow quirking inquisitively. “So you want me to waste my winter break babysitting you?”

A subtle flash of hurt crossed his features for just a moment before an almost imperceptible rumble started in the back of Leona’s throat. “You know what? Forget about it- I shoulda known you’d be a brat about this.” He all but growled, contorting his body once more as he motioned to close the door.

“Wait.” You sighed and grasped the doorknob before Leona could pull it shut. “I didn’t say I wouldn’t go.”)

And thus you had been thrust into the mirror portal to the Sunset Savanna, woefully unqualified for a fancy royal party.

Leona’s tux, an amber-gold suit that fit sophisticatedly against his body and nipped in at his well-defined waist, only serves to remind you of how underdressed and unprepared you are for the occasion. No matter how juxtaposed by his behavior, Leona looks like royalty- and you, markedly, do not. It was one of your main arguments against coming: the fact that your wardrobe lacked anything acceptable for the foreign diplomats that were apparently visiting the palace. Hell, even your NRC uniform was an old moth-eaten hand-me-down nearly unacceptable to attend school in, but Leona had insisted that he’d find you a dress some way or another.

“Amali probably has somethin’ you can wear.” He had mentioned to you before, sizing you up in a way that made you feel small. “She’s always collecting dresses to sew and repurpose, she’s gotta have something in your size.”

Even if his sister-in-law could perform the miracle of making you look the part, you were still miles away from acting the part. Of course, if Leona were your only benchmark for royal behavior, you’d have already mastered the art. Unfortunately, you have also met Amali Kingscholar, who is effortlessly elegant and poised in all the ways that you are not.

– but even cotillion classes and dresses lined with ridiculously expensive tulle could not prepare you for the most jarring part of coming to the Sunset Savanna. No, the most jarring part of coming to the Sunset Savanna is learning that Leona is the most eligible bachelor in the kingdom. It makes sense when you stop to think about it; he’s the second prince, a (supposedly) soon-to-be graduate of Night Raven College, and, you can begrudgingly admit, devastatingly attractive. From the moment you arrived in the Sunset Savanna, Leona had been bombarded by attractive Lionesses, sticking sweetly to his side and glaring daggers at you for even stepping foot into the kingdom. Their stories were all slightly different (“Remember me, Leona? We used to play together as cubs!”, “I’m the baker’s daughter- you used to love to come in and try our mince pies.”, “Cheka and my niece go to the same preschool!”) but served the same purpose: to endear themselves to the boy you had been not-so-secretly pining over since you had accidentally stepped on his tail in the botanical gardens.

You struggle to define your relationship with Leona, still unsure if you can call yourselves friends. You certainly didn’t consider him to be a friend in the same way you saw Ace and Deuce, though he seemed to be around just as often. It wasn’t entirely your fault for being unsure; Leona purposely made himself hard to read. He’d accuse you of never leaving him alone but invite himself over to the Ramshackle Dorm for a nap on your couch in the same breath. The lion had finessed himself as an immovable fixture in your life, yet you held each other at an arm's length, too afraid of something to get to know each other better (much to the chagrin of Ace, who emphatically exclaims that the two of you need to ‘bone each other and get over it already’ at any chance that presents itself).

Despite the bickering and posturing and fights that Ruggie regularly needs to mediate, Leona is still always there, for better or for worse. He’s still the one who gives you too much money when he sends you to fetch him lunch (‘and get yourself somethin’ to eat if there’s some leftover, I guess’) and the one who’s always suspiciously present to bail you out whenever you find yourself running into trouble. Maybe that should be enough for you- knowing that he cares in his own way. Maybe it shouldn’t feel so awful to see other people flirt with him and, even worse, see him flirt back. Still, as the castle workers flit in and out of Leona’s spacious bedroom, commenting on his attire and using every stray thread or crooked tie as an excuse to allow their hands to linger, you can’t help the sharp sting of jealousy that shoots through your viscera.

It’s far too easy to forget that Leona is a prince with the way he acts, but the longer you spend in the palace, the more it becomes the only thing you can think about.

“I hate this shit.” Leona repeats again, scowling at his reflection in a way that almost confirms your suspicion that his ever-sour expression is practiced. He throws the jacket off of his shoulders and onto the floor with little regard, watching as the fabric crumples in on itself. You’re sure that the maids, who had flattened out every solitary wrinkle several times over, wouldn’t mind having more work to do if that meant being able to run their hands along Leona’s broad chest once more.

“Mhm,” You hum affirmatively. “You’re making it hard to forget that you do.”

“Shut it, herbivore.” Leona rolls his eyes. He undoes the first few buttons of his undershirt and folds the sleeves above his forearms in an attempt to get more comfortable while he still could. “Aren’t you supposed to meet Amali to get fitted, anyway? Gala’s in about an hour.”

“Just wanted to make sure you were actually getting ready- isn’t that part of my job as chaperone?” You say, waggling your eyebrows at him. Leona shoves you and you fall onto his bed dramatically, a breathy laugh expelling itself from your chest on impact. “Is that any way to treat a guest? Not very princely of you.”

“Dramatic brat.” He grouses, sitting on the edge of the bed next to you. You can’t help the way your eyes trail up his forearm, admiring the shape of his muscles. “Think you oughta remember you’re in my palace. I could throw you out of the guest bedroom and let you succumb to the elements tonight.”

You prop yourself up on your elbow, unable to stop the smug grin that’s plastered onto your face. “You’d never.”

“Wanna bet?”

He bows his head, bringing his face closer to yours. You take a sharp breath despite your attempts to remain calm. If Leona got any closer, you’re sure your erratic heartbeat would give you away, too. It’s the closest you’ve been to him since having to share a bed during Azul’s contract and the first time you’ve really looked into his eyes. The emerald pools of color were usually masked in a layer of apathy or annoyance, but those features were noticeably absent from his expression as he stared back at you, pupils dilated and lips parted ever-so-slightly. His gaze travels down to your own lips and you feel your face heat from his scrutiny. All of a sudden, you’re self-conscious. Are your lips chapped? How is your breath?

You’d be lying if you tried to convince yourself that Leona wasn’t always so pretty, especially now as he peers down at you, eyes half-lidded and trained on your unmoving lips.

“You think I wouldn’t?” He mutters, close enough to feel his breath on your cheek. His tone is deathly serious. You’re not sure he’s still talking about throwing you out, not when his lips hover right above yours

- and then there’s a knock.

“My liege?” A small voice calls from outside Leona’s door. The sound is enough for Leona to pull back, creating a considerable amount of distance between the both of you in mere seconds. The cloud of static uncertainty is all at once lifted. “Queen Amali is looking for your guest.”

“She’s here.” Leona barks back as he stands from his place on the bed, a twinge of irritation dripping off every syllable. “Take her, we ain’t doin’ anything important.”

The female servant slowly opens the door, oblivious to the palpable tension present mere moments ago. Despite coming to fetch you, her gaze is fixed on Leona. She looks at the fabric on the ground with a frown and moves into the room to pick it up.

“You shouldn’t have taken off your jacket, sir. The guests should be arriving soon.” She sighs, opening the jacket for Leona to pull his arms through. The way she stares at him is not lost on you, and neither is the way that her hands linger on his chest for too long after adjusting his lapels. And he’s not stopping her. The way he could be so close to you in one moment and have another woman feel him up in the next makes your head spin.

“Ahem.”

The servant’s head turns to you, embarrassed, as if she had just taken stock of the fact you were there. “Right! So sorry, miss. Please follow me to Queen Amali’s chambers.”

You make sure to flip Leona off as you leave the room.

-----

The dress very nearly fits you without any alterations. The amber-gold dress matched Leona’s suit perfectly and was sleek against your body, dipping low to reveal the valley between your breasts. The slit that starts high up your thigh makes you question whether or not it was appropriate for the gala, but Amali was more than happy to pass the dress along to you.

“If it weren’t for the foreign diplomats coming, you probably would’ve been dressed in traditional Sunset Savanna attire.” Amali explained as she contemplated aloud about taking in the waist to have the fabric rest taut around your midsection. “But I’m glad it’s not- I’d love to have that custom made for you the next time you visit.”

The diplomats are already lining up in front of the palace by the time you see Leona again. Amali had insisted that you take your time with her personal makeup collection before the gala began. Being an all-boys school, NRC was unfortunately lacking in the makeup department, so aside from the times that Vil decided to experiment on you, you weren’t used to wearing makeup anymore. Still, slightly unblended eyeshadow aside, you thought you had done a decent job.

You can see Leona waiting at the bottom of the staircase, still fiddling with his cufflinks before the sound of your heels against the marble draws his attention. His eyes wash over your body, unashamedly staring at the way the fabric swishes in time with your steps as you head down the stairs from Amali’s personal sewing room.

“Well look at that,” He starts, still looking you up and down. “The herbivore cleans up well.”

He holds out his hand in an unexpected show of chivalry, and you happily take it. Leona holds you close as you enter the ballroom, amazed by the grandeur of it all. Only a few people besides the Kingscholar family and yourself were present in the room, including a small orchestral band that was in the final stages of setting up for the event. Tables were stationed near the back of the room, donned in expensive-looking gold tablecloths. You could see waiters chatting with each other as they set up their trays by the tables. You feel out of place as an attendee- in your mind, it would make more sense if you were working the party, serving food and drinks along with the busy team of servers.

Leona’s arm around your waist reassures you that, at least for tonight, you belong out here, with him, as an honored guest to the Kingscholar family.

It seems like the ballroom swells with people in the blink of an eye, the previously idling band already playing some smooth, sophisticated tune as the servers begin to mingle into the crowd, carrying glasses of champagne and bite-sized hors d'oeuvres.

“I have some things to take care of,” Leona leans down to whisper into your ear, squeezing the side of your hip reassuringly before pulling away. “I’ll be back, okay?”

You watch as he crosses the ballroom, side still tingling from the ghost of his touch. It’s hard to know what to do by yourself here. You’re unsure if it’s appropriate to socialize, gazing around the room to see if Farena or Amali were available enough to at least let you hover by them. Unfortunately, the King and the Queen are just as busy as Leona, talking to several important-looking people while Cheka runs about with some other royals around his age.

As for the business Leona needed to take care of… Your stomach churns at the sight of more women (and men) making flirty faces at him, touching him in a way that’s too familiar. You can’t help but wonder if he knows them. If he’s grown up with them, if they knew him more intimately than you ever would. A small part of you can dismiss the threat of the palace workers- they’d probably have no real chance of being with Leona- but the foreign royalty and big names in the Sunset Savanna sure do. Probably even more than you.

You grumble a small ‘thank you’ to the server whose tray you snatch a champagne flute from. You drink it far too fast to appear cordial, setting the empty flute back onto the tray before grabbing another one. Tonight was going to be a long, excruciating night.

— - -

It had been nearly an hour without Leona at your side. You sit at one of the tables near the corner, sulking, feeling like you’ve been stood up on a date. The champagne servers were now avoiding you, trying to wean you off from the golden liquid, so you had resorted to hoarding a small plate of hors d'oeuvres to yourself. Drowning your sorrows in beef tartare wasn’t the way you thought you’d be spending winter break. You’d long lost track of Leona in the bustle of the ballroom. If it weren’t for appearances, you would have already made your way back to the guest bedroom.

You feel a tap on your shoulder, instantly perking up.

“Fuck Leona, took you long enough-“ You begin, but as you turn around, the man behind you is most certainly not Leona.

The man looks down at you, raising an amused eyebrow. “Don’t tell me you’ve been waiting for that lazy oaf this whole time.”

Normally you’d take offense to the insult on Leona’s character, but your anger at him abandoning you and the buzz of champagne wins out in the moment. Still, you cross your arms, apprehensive of the stranger in front of you. “I’m not waiting for anyone.”

“I’ve been watching you for a little while now,” the man admits, taking a seat next to you. His ochre eyes survey the empty champagne glasses and pile of hors d'oeuvres in front of you and chuckles to himself. “I can tell a heartbreak when I see it.”

You scoff, pulling the plate closer to you defensively. “I’m not heartbroken.”

“Mind telling me who you are, then?”

The beastman in front of you isn’t unattractive- quite the opposite, actually. His golden eyes are piercing, looking at you intensely. The shock of red hair that sits atop his head almost reminds you of Farena’s, but shaved along the sides so that the top could be neatly swooped over. His ears and tail have alternating streaks of orange and black pigment running across them, reminding you of a tiger.

“You first.” You challenge. He chuckles at that, standing from the table once more.

“Taiga.” He replies simply, bowing slightly and extending his hand. “Care for a dance while you wait for nothing?”

Normally you wouldn’t bother, but the jealousy you feel from seeing Leona with other women all night is still settled in the bottom of your stomach. Against your better judgment, you take his hand as he guides you to the dance floor, immediately seizing your waist and holding you close. You’re not accustomed to ballroom dancing at all, but you move slowly, letting Taiga take the lead.

His body is warm against yours, overwhelmed with a smell so unlike the beastman you were familiar with. It feels wrong, almost, to be dancing with someone other than Leona, but you weren’t exclusive- if he could dance and flirt and be touched, so could you. You sway together, awkwardly, to the tune of the live band the Kingscholars had hired.

“Taiga.” A voice growls from behind you. You’re startled out of your thoughts as Taiga pulls you closer.

“Ah, so the second prince makes an appearance.” Taiga smiles. “I was starting to wonder if you had abandoned the little one here. I was just looking after them for you.”

You scoff in disgust and try to wriggle out of his grasp, but he holds on strong.

“You have five seconds to get away from them.” Leona says, nearing the end of his patience. You can’t see Leona, still held in place by Taiga’s grip, but you can tell that he’s seething.

“Sorry, your majesty.” Taiga says, his voice dripping ingeniously, “I didn’t realize they were your mate. Your scent is just so weak on them- I guess that’s a problem you second princes have to deal with.”

That does it.

“If I catch you talking to my mate again, I’m reducing your whole country to dust.” Leona snarls, baring his teeth to the shorter male. “Write that down as a threat against your kingdom, I don’t give a fuck. I’ll have an embargo put on your kingdom’s ass from here to the Shaftlands if you so much as breathe in their general direction, just you fuckin’ see.”

Taiga releases you from his hold, throwing his hands up defensively. “You’ve made your point. No need to get testy. I’m sure your brother wouldn’t take kindly to learning you were making threats on his behalf.”

Finally free from under the tiger’s slimy grasp, you move to stand beside Leona. If the memory of his overblot wasn’t so recently etched into his mind, you’re sure the man in front of you would be nothing more than a pile of dust by now.

But Leona restrains himself, gripping your wrist and escorting you out of the ballroom and into the hallway leading to his room.

“You always find a way to get involved with the worst people.” He says under his breath.

What, like you? would be your playful answer, but you’re still angry at him for leaving you alone. “I don’t even know who that is.”

“Taiga Hon.” He practically spits. “First born prince to some-fuckin’-where. Certified asswipe and thorn in our sides. Even Farena doesn’t like him.”

You’re silent as the both of you walk further and further from the ballroom. Despite your lingering rage, you’re still relieved to be away from the room full of strangers and back in Leona’s presence.

“Don’t want you bein’ touched like that by anyone else.” Leona mutters, “‘specially not that princely Tiger fuckhead.”

“You’re one to talk.” You scoff, wriggling your wrist out of his grip. “Constantly flirting with your maids, letting them touch you too closely when they fit your tux, and now we’re at a gala where you’d rather entertain other lions and lionesses than pay attention to your date? You know, the person you kidnapped from their peaceful winter break at NRC?”

“So, I’m your date, hm?” Leona smirks, emerald eyes sparkling with delight as your face flushes.

“You’re insufferable.” Of course that’s the one thing he takes from your tirade. “But I’m your mate, apparently?”

“It’s just beastman talk,” He grumbles, though you can’t miss the uncharacteristic blush that spreads across his face. “Don’t let it get to your head, herbivore.”

“Right.” You hum affirmatively, almost bitterly. “I guess your real mate could be any one of those palace workers or lionesses back in the ballroom.”

Leona pauses, stopping in his tracks at your words. Before you can realize what’s happening, Leona has you up against the wall, wrists pinned above your head as he smashes his mouth into yours.

Your heartbeat is erratic, rattling against your ribcage as Leona presses into you. It feels so good to finally have him so close. His knee spreads your legs, bypassing the slit of your dress and pressing right against your clothed cunt. He swallows your moan, tongue working against your own, before he pulls back.

“It’s always been you, herbivore.” He mumbles against your lips. “You’ve always been mine.”

“I’m yours.” You breathe as he trails his lips along the side of your neck, nipping your collarbone in a way that makes you subconsciously rub against the leg between your thighs.

“And I’m yours.” Leona echos, releasing your wrists from his grasp. He lifts you with ease, placing your legs on either side of him, palms hot against your thighs as he leads you back into the bedroom. You wrap your arms around his neck, comforted by his familiar smell.

He pushes his bedroom door open and immediately lays you down on the bed. He discards his tuxedo jacket, carelessly tossing it aside, and quickly works to unbuckle his belt. Finally free of its constraints, you marvel at his erect cock, clenching your legs together at the sight.

“Had to stop myself from pushing your panties aside and fucking you right in that hallway.” Leona whispers hotly in your ear as he presses into you once more. He undoes the zipper along the side of your dress before peeling the shiny fabric off of you and tossing it to join his pile of clothes on the floor. “You really did look amazing in that dress.”

You gasp as he palms the outside of your panties, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth at your reaction.

“Already so wet for me.” He chuckles, trailing a finger up and down your clothed slit.

“Stop teasing.” You hiss impatiently, hips rolling into his touch.

“Patience, herbivore.”

He presses a kiss to your clothed pussy, nose bumping against your clit. He shoves the thin fabric aside and flattens his tongue against your entrance, lapping at your wetness. Your breath stutters out, gripping mahogany locks to try and ground yourself as Leona takes you with his mouth. His tongue expertly swirls around your clit, suckling lightly as he inserts his fingers deep inside your pussy.

His fingers and mouth work in tandem to unravel you; his free hand comes up to knead your clothed breasts, a muffled take it off spoken against your folds. You quickly remove your bra and Leona’s hand wastes no time in seizing your nipple between his forefinger and thumb.

“I’m close, Leona,” You gasp, clutching the back of his head even harder. He doesn’t let up, his hot mouth fully engulfing your clit, sucking and licking as his fingers press against the spongy roof of your pussy. Your body tenses as you hit your peak, wave after wave of pleasure coursing through your body as you cum.

“Mm, good girl.” Leona hums as he pulls away, a satisfied smirk plastered onto his face as he strokes his cock to the sight of you. He spreads your legs wider, folding you in on yourself as he teases the tip of his huge cock between your folds. You moan again, still sensitive from your first orgasm, but eager to accept his cock nonetheless.

“Want this?” He asks, tapping his cock against your clit. You can barely manage to whimper a yes, please before he’s slowly sinking into you. You can hear his own breath hitch as he’s engulfed in the warm, wet walls of your pussy.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” Leona groans, stilling his hips as he bottoms out, waiting for you to grow accustomed to his length.

His head is buried in your neck, biting and nosing you, smearing his scent all over you as if to make a point.

“Move.” You whisper, a tiny command, gripping tight onto his shoulder.

Leona doesn’t have to be told twice, slowly withdrawing his cock before slamming it into you once more. His pace is unrelenting, barreling into you hard and fast, like you’d disappear out from under him if he didn’t.

“Mine.” He grunts before capturing your lips in his. “You’re mine.”

“I’m yours.” You affirm, breathlessly, fingernails scratching Leona’s back and leaving crescent-shaped indents in his flesh. His hand slips between your thighs, rubbing your clit with his thumb. It’s all too much, and you can feel the height of another orgasm approaching.

“You’re squeezing so tight around my cock,” Leona growls into your ear. “I’m gonna fucking cum inside of you.”

“Yes, fuck yes!” You whimper, your own orgasm threatening to wreck your body.

“Love this fucking pussy,” Leona mewls again. “Wanna fill you up so everyone knows you’re mine- have my seed dripping out of you while you talk to those stuffed shirts out there. Get you round with my cubs so everyone knows that You. Are. Mine.”

The last three words are punctuated by three deep thrusts that send you over the edge, chest heaving as your pussy pulsates around Leona’s cock. White warmth fills you as Leona cums deep inside, fucking you through the last throes of your orgasm.

He rolls over, sticking to your side sweatily and kissing the side of your neck. You turn to face him, arms wrapped around each other. It’s silent as the two of you bask in the afterglow.

“You’re cute when you’re jealous.” Leona suddenly speaks up, one tired eye opening to look at you.

“Is that why you were so flirty?” You groan, fighting the urge to smother him in a pillow.

“Maybe.” He says, closing his eyes once more. If he hadn’t just blown your back out, you’d murder him.

“You’re an ass.”

“They’re all social climbers, anyway.” Leona adds, sleepily. “People around here either hate me or want to use me for their own agendas.”

“In speaking of- should we go back to the party?” You ask, but Leona’s head is buried into your shoulder as he grunts in the negative, unwilling to move from his spot next to you.

And you don’t want to go, either.

-

The next morning at the breakfast table, Cheka is full of energy. It’s much too much for how early it is, and though Leona had insisted that the two of you stay in bed through breakfast, you forced him to go.

“We already slept through the rest of the party last night,” You said exasperatedly, practically dragging the lion out of his own bed. “We have to show up for breakfast.”

“You two must’ve been tired last night.” Amali says slyly, a knowing smile forming on her lips. “Didn’t even stick around for the main courses.”

“Let them have their fun, Amali.” Farena laughs, his voice booming. Like father, like son, you think as you watch Cheka play with the toys he had brought to the breakfast table, two stuffed warthogs he was smashing together with an exaggerated ‘bam!’- boisterous and far too loud. “We were young once.”

She hums, watching your embarrassed expression. “I’m glad you liked the dress last night.”

“Of course, thank you again!” You exclaim, glad for the change in subject, “It was beautiful- I’m surprised you had something in my size.”

Amali laughs, her gaze shifting to Leona. “You didn’t tell her?”

You cock your head, now also looking at Leona. “Tell me what?”

Leona would never tell Queen Amali Kingscholar to shut up; he was raised to respect women, especially his brother’s wife. Instead he grumbles a ‘don’t’ as Amali giggles at his expense.

“He asked me to order it for you.” She says, nudging Leona with her elbow. “He wanted something that’d match his suit, the possessive brat. I was surprised he got your measurements so accurate- someone must’ve been paying attention.”

You can’t help the smile that tugs at your own lips as you watch Leona shift uncomfortably, pretending to be more intrigued by stirring his porridge than the conversation at hand.

“Thank you.” You whisper to him, squeezing his hand. He grumbles something close to a ‘welcome’ underneath his breath, and you know in that moment that he’s been yours this entire time, too.

- - -

As the students of Night Raven College return from their winter vacation, flooding the hall of mirrors en masse with presents they received over the break and embarrassing stories of family hot on their tongues, Ruggie is the first one who notices. Even if his keen senses couldn’t immediately pick up on your intermingling scents, it doesn’t take an apex predator to notice the lovesick glances Leona exchanges with you as the both of you simultaneously enter the hall.

After all the pining, the fights, the tension so thick that Ruggie could sink his teeth into it, he could finally rest and stop playing Cupid’s referee to your will-they-won’t-they schtick. He smiles to himself and thinks of the betting pool posted in his dorm room, dollar signs humming through his veins as he anticipates the happy payday.

“Took you long enough.” The hyena snickers as Leona approaches, coming to greet him as you break off to meet with your friends.

“Yeah.” Leona says with an uncharacteristic softness, his eyes trailing after you as you greet Grim (making sure he hadn’t burnt down Ramshackle in your time away, no doubt), Ace, Deuce and the others -

“It did.”

——

10 points to anyone who can tell which Disney character I based Tiaga off of.

the lion header is by firefly-graphics!

#leona x reader smut #leona x reader #leona kingscholar x reader #twst smut #twisted wonderland smut #leona kingscholar x reader smut

[ninjaturtlemaniac]

Hi! Any headcanons about culture and customs of different troll tribes? Their takes on weddings, funerals, hatching days? Do they differ? Monarchy system?

Hello Gorgeous! 💖

Let's see what I can come up with. 😏

Imma open this up too. If anyone has headcanons for each Tribe let me know and I'll add them.

Rock Trolls 🔥

Lava proof. (Canon?) Will sit in lava like a Jacuzzi.

Aren't typically monogamous.❤️‍🔥But they have favourites.

They raise their kids as a group.

Bulk of the population lives inside volcanoes. The homes are carved out of the walls and the layers spiral around in a walkway.

They use the lava for light and power (Was in a fanfic I read that I can't remember)

They add chilli flakes to food instead of salt.

All the Trolls that were in Barb's Angler are part of her 'court'.

Techno Trolls 🌊

Fresh out of the egg, the babies are like tadpoles. Tiny head with a tail, little arms and a single hair. Also gills, they can't breath above water until they're a bit older.

They wear ropes of glow beads as formal wear.

Trollex has an extended royal family living across the ocean.

Classical Trolls🪶

Have huge libraries and museums.

Their beds are more like nests of cashmere and silks pillows.

Trollzart isn't royal. The one in charge is whoever works their way to head composer. Maybe a vote? He will have the majority vote when choosing a successor.

Funk Trolls🫧

Would have their own version of Hookah

Queen Essence is the one with the royal lineage.

Country Trolls🐄

More 'conservative' and 'modest' in the sense that they have cotillions and chaperones and no living together before marriage.

No dancing too close together "Save room for the Muses"

Every family absolutely owns at least one firearm.

Rather than tattoos, they get branding.

They wear horseshoes.

The favourite sport is racing.

If you visit a country troll family, they will FEED you.

Delta Dawn is Queen but she was voted into the sheriff position.

Weddings are a town affair, potluck style.

Other 🎶

Subgenre tribes have so few members because they are actually from overseas.

Since the alliance, Poppy has received letters from the extended royal families proposing marriage. She is flattered, but of course rejects them. Later on they send ones for Viva. 🤭

#dreamworks trolls #trolls #trolls movie #trolls world tour #trolls king trollex #trolls queen barb #trolls delta dawn #trolls headcanons

[casinotrio1965]

Disney Descendants : Tiger Lily x Lampwick hc Part 3

Tiger Lily and lampwick are adorable on holidays - they match outfits, get thoughtful gifts, and make sure the other feels loved.

Tiger Lily and Lampwick used to deliberately seek out mistletoe

Lampwick only behaves so he doesn’t embarrass tiger lily or upset her parents

Lampwick loves showing tiger lily the photos

Tiger Lily makes Lampwick cold packs when he has a headache or hurts himself.

TIger Lily and Lampwick loved the senior events together.

Tiger lily and lampwick liked to look for private spots together.

Tiger Lily and lampwick had a lot of well wishes for the wedding.

Lampwick had so many ideas for proposing to tiger lily.

. Tiger Lily and lampwick never fought much - they usually talked things through before it got to that point.

Tiger lily got Lampwick to take school more seriously.

Tiger Lily always made the male love interests in her stories have red hair for no particular reason.

Tiger Lily and lampwick love buffets.

Tiger Lily and lampwick prefer casual dances to formal ones.

Tiger Lily and lampwick went to lots of her tribes ceremonies.

Tiger Lily and lampwick like take out so they can relax together.

Tiger lily and lampwick would love going on big trips.

Lampwick is always hyping tiger lily up.

Lampwick is always checking in on Tiger Lily's day.

Tiger Lily likes to bring Lampwick candy.

Tiger Lily brought Lampwick to a lot of clubs before he joined.

Tiger Lily and lampwick like to go to parties their friends throw.

Tiger Lily helped Lampwick learn to dance.

Tiger Lily and lampwick are very good at working together.

Tiger Lily and lampwick went to Paris once.

Tiger lily and lampwick like picnics.

Tiger Lily always laughed at Lampwick's corny jokes

Tiger Lily and lampwick loved dancing in gym class

Tiger Lily and lampwick like going to scary stuff together.

Lampwick holds Tiger Lily's hand when she gets home.

Tiger Lily keeps a light in the hall for nightmares for Lampwick.

Tiger Lily and lampwick were very romantic in their theatre scenes - melodramatic even. XD

lampwick still had the watch Tiger Lily bought him.

Tiger Lily encourages Lampwick to eat a good diet.

Tiger Lily and Lampwick work well when they’re up to plotting.

Tiger Lily has lots of pet names related to Lampwick's hair. It’s hot as hell.

Tiger Lily brought Lampwick to Pan’s hideout once just to see them interact.

Tiger lily and lampwick are both fighters for what they believe in.

Tiger lily and lampwick like dancing video games.

Lampwick hates losing. So does tiger lily but when she was younger she pretended she didn’t.

Tiger Lily and lampwick both liked doing dating trends.

Lampwick likes taking care of stuff by the water for tiger lily.

Lampwick hates dealing with teachers Tiger lily makes him take it seriously though.

Tiger Lily and Lampwick are very fast dancers.

Tiger Lily and Lampwick like to go to a hotel every so often and enjoy themselves.

Tiger Lily and lampwick like going to do stuff like bowling sometimes

Tiger Lily and lampwick are really fast to team up when they can.

Lampwick tapes important games for Tiger Lily .

Tiger lily gets Carina to help her surprise lampwick.

Tiger Lily and Lampwick definitely were serious about cotillion.

Tiger Lily and lampwick have about fifteen “songs”.

Tiger lily gets Lampwick to think more carefully.

Tiger lily and lampwick are good at singing karaoke.

Tiger Lily and Lampwick had a lot of fun decorating their house in auradon city.

Tiger Lily and Lampwick like limos for fancy dates like the senior ball

Tiger Lily and lampwick were so excited to have a baby and talked to tiger peony every day up til she was born.

Tiger lily and lampwick liked going to cool new places that opened.

Lampwick buys Tiger Lily cool work out gear.

Tiger lily fluffs Lampwick's pillow when she’s home.

Tiger Lily and Lampwick liked going to dances together and being seen together.

Tiger lily and lampwick are very protective of each other.

Tiger lily didn’t like when Lampwick was too drunk or smoked too much to have fun.

Tiger Lily and Lampwick both like to do scenes from plays or movies every so often

Tiger Lily and lampwick like to tease each other good heartedly.

Tiger Lily and lampwick always know where the mistletoe is at auradon prep for Christmas.

#disney descendants #descendants #pinocchio #pinocchio 1940 #disney pinocchio #lampwick #peter pan #disney peter pan #peter pan 1953 #tiger lily #tigerlily #tiger lily x lampwick #tiger peony #princess tiger lily

[bethanydelleman]

So I was reading The Younger Sister, a The Watson’s continuation by Jane Austen’s niece, Catherine Hubback. And let me say up front, it was really good, she wrote some great dialogue and while it went a little off the rails in Volume II, I was really happy with Volume III, anyway...

The author stops the action during the very first ball (which is a rewritten part of the original novel fragment) and gives this mini rant:

There must certainly be some connexion between the style of dress and the style of dancing prevalent in any particular generation. The stiff ruffs, the awful long waists and formal boddices of Elizabeth's reign [1558-1603] were quite in keeping with a stately pavan; the loose attire and complete undress adopted by the courtly beauties of Charles the Second may be considered characteristic of the elegant but licentious style pervading their dances [1660-85]. The minuet matched well with the buckram, and rich brocade, and high head-dress which marked the era of the earlier Georges [1714- 1830]; whilst powder and hoops of course disappeared under the influence of the merry country-dance and cotillion. Perhaps at the present time the dresses, like the dances, partake more of the character of the latter Stuarts—graceful and bewitching; the habiliments full and flowing, the steps vivacious but tending to giddiness, with a near approximation to romping, and a great risk of inducing a faux-pas, or even a serious fall.

The author COULD NOT HELP HERSELF. She really REALLY needed to let us know that these Georgian people were dressing and dancing wrong and probably looked like harlots. Now this novel was written in 1850, when women dressed like this:

And The Younger Sister is probably set during the Regency when people dressed like this:

Which is clearly wrong and terrible. But she referenced the reigns of Elizabeth I and Charles II, so let me explore some more fashion history...

So 1580, Elizabeth’s reign is “good”...

And here is the reign of Charles II, which is “bad”...

Huh. Well I guess showing some neckline and natural hair is just wrong? I’m not totally sure, but I do love that we now know exactly which eras the Mrs. Hubback thought were too loose and undressed.

If there is a fashion historian out there, please help me understand what’s so terrible with these eras that made the narrator slip into exposition. (She does it once more to mourn that Georgians don’t have phrenology yet, which just made me laugh out loud)

#the younger sister #christine hubback #jane austen #the watsons #fashion history break #there were some parts I genuinely loved in this novel #it's a decent completion #JAFF #what is so loose about the 1670s #someone please enlighten me

[zalrb]

i find the whole deb ball thing in tsitp so stupid like that wasn’t even a plot point in the book so why this…. i get that this show is probably mainly written to be wish fulfillment for 13 year olds and the whole ‘polite society’ scene is popular i guess but this show is playing everything straight and its just boring. like obviously i don’t expect the show to engage with any political implication nor do i want it to but at least gossip girl did it in a more ironic way and it actually fit the show (but i haven’t rewatched those eps in a long time to be fair). if the point is supposed to be about belly becoming more confident and self assured.. well. they didn’t do that either!

yeah because the issue is they aren't doing anything with cotillion or the deb ball or anything really. there's no drama in this teen drama.

with gossip girl, the peacocking of the event is emphasized

but it's also used -- and not very well imo but much much better than whatever they're doing here -- to emphasize what is going to be the primary issue between dan and serena which is class/insider vs. outsider

and it's also used to ramp up the tension in the triangle between blair and chuck and nate

it's also used to show that lily now accepts dan at the very same time that rufus doesn't want to let the mistakes of the past repeat in the present but their kids are dating

like the cotillion actually represents something, same thing with the o.c.

so, the o.c.'s cotillion is my favourite cotillion and it's because so much drama that has been building up for three episodes erupts at cotillion (and that's a the o.c. theme -- if things are brewing, it's all going to explode publicly at a function, it already happens the episode before at casino night) and it works because it also connects to various themes that put pressure on the actual event.

the episode begins with sandy and kirsten formally asking ryan if they can become his guardians and he's like yes, and they're like great but that means you can't get into any trouble because you're on probation and CPS is up our ass, it also means that ryan -- the outsider -- has to partake in cohen family traditions like going to cotillion so there's that pressure.

plus there's the marissa and luke and ryan triangle and they're all going to be at cotillion and luke and ryan essentially always fight when they see each other so there's that tension. and luke tries to instigate a fight at a pre-cotillion party and ryan's trying to keep his temper in check.

jimmy has been stealing from his clients who are all a part of the community he lives in and has asked kirsten for a loan to cover up his debt obviously no one knows that he's been stealing from them but the walls are closing in, officers show up at his house in like the second episode.

seth is somewhere pining for summer.

and then all the actions happens at the biggest event of the season -- luke breaks up with her,

ryan and marissa get to dance which adds to their buildup and julie's hatred of ryan intensifies

summer has no date, anna's introduced so we're kicking off another love triangle

holly -- who is marissa's friend -- her dad punches jimmy out in the middle of the waltz, which starts a bit of a brawl and alienates marissa and her family from everyone else

and it all matters

nothing about this deb ball seems to matter except for the fact that susannah just really wants to see belly attend before she dies. the biggest thing i can see happening at this ball is susannah collapses at it and now belly, jere and steven will find out that she has cancer but even the susannah has cancer and is hiding it from everybody plot line doesn't feel like it's a ticking time bomb where you're just waiting for everyone to figure out what's going on and it's going to be awful because it mostly consists of susannah sleeping sometimes, there isn't this impending sense of dread.

[askauradonprep]

got any Merlin Academy hc that actually make sense for the rest of descendants universe ?

They don't learn magic straight but they do learn about it

Merlin takes the kids he thinks would be good at magic and teaches them himself

Arthur understands Merlin's references now! He just doesn't see the need to change Camelot to incorporate those things. Artie would like to though.

They go nuts for tournaments but like....actual tournaments with jousts.

Their court is much more old school than Auradon's is so they have formal court dances

They actually party a lot - between balls, masquerades, dances, tournaments, and everything else they hardly miss Auradon's piddly little cotillion.

They do learn some modern things though - they know how things work academically but they haven't moved towards advanced tech. Sometimes that means if someone is really sick they need to bring in a modern doctor.

Their fashion game is really fun - they look good.

They love having other schools visit but rarely know what to say.

They love plays and their drama department does really well.

[imaginedreamwrite]

My little headcanons:

While some people in their inner circle think that some of the WD kids are Daddy's girls/boys, in reality all of the are extremely attached to Reader and are very protective of her. Because when you have two massive alphas as fathers who are completely devoted to most loving person in their world - it's unavoidable.

Lloyd from WUTB totally can dance.

BNW Reader makes the cutest selfies according to Stucky. They put them everywhere they can.

Semi-sexual headcanon, Ransom has a weird ritual with Marshmallow which happens before every big business meeting. Like she has to show him a little more of her cleavage or she has to make out with him in some closet. Completely for motivation and in Ransom's opinion it brings him luck.

their twin boys in particular are protective of their mama, they are 💯 mama’s boys and often take after Steve and Bucky when their mama is being questioned by media or paparazzi who want to get a deep inside look into their family life. The twin boys, who are like mirror images of Steve and Bucky, are also protective of their sisters, despite being younger than them

Lloyd is definitely a good dancer. I like to think that Lloyd also came from a fairly wealthy family and his mother made him take come kind of society club where he has to join cotillion’s and escort debutante’s to formal balls. When Pumpkin finds out, she purposely tries to put him in situations where he would have to dance with other women or herself

Since she hasn’t had the ability in her previous reality to enjoy social media or take selfies, she takes every opportunity to use cute animal filters and takes countless pictures with or without Steve and Bucky. Steve and Bucky love these pictures she takes and has an album specifically dedicated to the progress of her first taking pictures to the latest pictures where she’s entirely more comfortable with her place in their life. There are a few pictures that they keep on their person at all time

Ransom gets irritated before meetings, he’s tired of the constant nattering of the people he’s meeting with. Before the meeting, Ransom needs a taste of Marshmallow before the meeting to give himself a good luck boost, whether it’s a look at the expensive lingerie pieces he bought her under her clothes, or his tongue shove down her throat. Ransom hates the meeting and the people he’s meeting with, they don’t seem to care about reaching the point of their discussion and they like wasting time that would be better spent doing other things. While Ransom comes across as an arrogant dick in these meetings, he knows that outside of the board rooms is Marshmallow who’s waiting for him

[thecapturedafrique]

KLAW: Day 4 Post—Childhood/Family

It’s @kingliamappreciationweek’s last day for submissions, and I wanted to share some head canons I’ve developed for my TRR MC Ally and Liam’s three kids. Tagging the amazing hosts @lizzybeth1986 and @sazanes!

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Face Claim: Issa Lish

Full Name: Regina Adriani Hongyao Romero de Torres Reese

Noble Title: HRH The Princess Regina of House Reese, Princess of Neso, Duchess of Faryll, Countess of Applewood

Named after her yayá Queen Mother Regina (whose disposition she also shares), Adriani goes by her middle name, though most call her Adri for short

She’s named in Chinese for her late grandmother Eleanor’s favorite flower, as her name 红药 (Hóngyào) means “flower of the Chinese peony”

A model for her godmother Hana’s charity fashion shows part-time, in the fashion world she is known as “the Princess of Poise” for her svelte figure

The definition of a horse girl, Adri is an accomplished equestrian and champion polo player, which has earned her the epithet of “the Centauride”

Bertrand is the favorite of all her uncles and aunts both surrogate and biological, which is helped by Bartie being her best friend

Adri is left-handed and plays the violin, and she often finds herself at odds with her little sister as she winds up playing the Liam to the other’s Leo

Raised by a bisexual mother in a very open environment, she never had to formally come out as a lesbian; rather, she simply demonstrated an attraction to girls—and only girls—from a young age

A total daddy’s girl as well, Adri’s greatest fear is not measuring up to her father as a sovereign

Face Claim: Sebastian Castro

Full Name: Diego Alexander Hongguang Romero de Torres Reese

Noble Title: HRH The Prince Diego of House Reese, Duke of Ennan, Earl of Limáni

Diego’s named after his late maternal grandfather, and in Chinese his name 红光 (Hóngguāng) means “ruddy glow”

His favorite sport is football, and he plays midfield; in fact, he made it into his grandmother Eleanor’s alma mater on a sports scholarship

Of the three royal children, Diego is the one considered the press darling, having won them over with his genuineness and goofball antiques

His godmother taught him how to play the piano, and she is also the favorite of all his aunts and uncles

After coming out as aroace as a teenager, Diego was given the title Duke of Ennan after graduating college rather than upon his marriage as tradition dictates

He’s a mama’s boy and closer to his younger sister than his older one

At 5’7”, Diego is considered a short king, which along with his temperament earned him the epithet of “The Little Prince”

Of all his siblings, he is the best at speaking the multiple languages of their household, which include Greek, Spanish, Sabir, and Putonghua

Face Claim: Jessica Sanchez

Full Name: María-Eleonora Hongyue Romero de Torres Reese

Noble Title: HRH The Princess María-Eleonora of Valtoria

Named after her late maternal great-grandmother and late paternal grandmother, she goes by Nora for short

Her generation name is 红 (Hóng) like the rest of her siblings, and her name 红月 (Hóngyuè) in Chinese means “red moon”

As third in line to the throne, Nora is set to inherit Valtoria from her mother, and thus shares her charge (the phoenix) and colors (gules and or)

She’s the lead guitarist and singer for her own band, Spoiled Barrel, which was formed while she was in lyceum

The night before her cotillion, Nora cut her hair short and dyed it pink, and she keeps it in that style but experiments with various shades

She’s skilled in embroidery and has a passion for fashion like her godmother, having designed most of her personal wardrobe

Even with her penchant for rebellious and impulsive behavior, Liam often says that Nora of all his children reminds him most of his mother

Leo is Nora’s favorite among her many aunts and uncles because he’s one of the only who won’t take her parents’ side when it comes to her acting out

#playchoices #the royal romance #trr #king liam #kingliamappreciationweek #klaw 2.0 #klaw day 4 #head canons #original characters #i’ve got a whole story plotted out for these kids; if only i can finish writing their parents’ story first lolololtear

[obigem]

While the table returned its focused to business, Otillie Manon Alto-DeBateau's mind was elsewhere. For her, this visit wasn't about business, and while bred well, her intentions had less to do with manners. She had come to see Matthew, and she wasn't leaving till she'd found him.

Matthew Reginald Landgraab hated a lot of things, but parties topped the list.

He tolerated the end of summer dinners his mother would throw him because even tho he'd never admit it, he had a fondness for her. But inviting the Alto-DeBateu's was not part of the deal.

What was part of the plan, was staying up stairs and socking the heavy bag until he knew for sure the dinner was over and they were gone.

But nothing was going to plan tonight.

"It looks like I found you." Tillie said as she approached him.

"You lost?" Matthew shrugged.

"Depends. Are you Matthew?"

"Whose asking?"

"You are him. I'd know that face anywhere. You don't easily fade into a crowd, do you?"

"Have we met before?" Matthew stopped to consider her.

"Not formally. Otillie Alto-Debateau. I'm pleased to make your acquaintance."

"I see. You're one of the Alto's brood. Enjoying the circus?"

"I was hoping you'd join us."

"Not my speed. I don't do dinner parties. And I definitely don't do business dinners."

"We've met before, you know."

"Have we?"

"Not formally."

"You've said that already."

"Bennington's Ladies' Preparatory. It's the sister boarding school to Bromwell. They host joint dances. You attended one but not any of the others. I saw you there."

"I don't care for dances"

"It's a shame. My mother tells me there isn't a single Landgraab who hasn't excelled at cotillion."

"I haven't subjected myself to that torture."

"Not yet, you mean. Your mother told my Grand Mumah you're to partake this fall. Maybe then I'll see the kind of dancer you are."

#fletcher legacy gen 2 #ts4 #ts4 story #ts4 gameplay #simblr #ts4 legacy #ts4 legacy challenge #sims 4 legacy #sims 4 gameplay #prologue #Otillie Alto-DeBateau #Matthew Landgraab

[thepastneverforgets]

one question and one question only: has anyone written an aziracrow fic based off aziraphale's s2ep2 quote "cotillion balls! people would gather and do some formal dancing, and then realize they had misunderstood each other and were actually deeply in love"??

just a,,,, post-season two/fallout reunion during formal ball that leads to a much needed and most important (apology) dance and an actual conversation where they properly hear each other???

#good omens #good omens spoilers #aziracrow #aziraphale #crowley

[nagtritriplang]

A night alone part 3

Sakura has been very distant these days. Sasuke didn’t know why because all the planning for her debut was done but she still uses the excuse “Can we talk another time? I’m a bit busy.” Sasuke doesn’t get the chance to talk to her until dinner the day before her debut. 

Sasuke sees Sakura walking out of her room. Their eyes met but she quickly walked towards the stairs but before she could step down, Sasuke pulled her towards him and gently placed her back against the wall before locking her there. 

“Hey! Let me go!” Sakura protests but her face is as red as a tomato. 

“What's the matter with you, Sak? Why are you avoiding me?” Sasuke asks. 

“What are you talking about? Didn’t I tell you that I’m just busy? Which part of that can you not understand?” She lied. 

“Don’t give me that Sakura. I know you finished the preparation. I’ll ask you again… Why are you ignoring me?” Sasuke was losing his patience but still his voice came out calm. 

“My heart is confusing me, Sasuke-kun. I… don’t even know why I’m avoiding you. I’m sorry.” She answered quietly. 

“There’s no reason for you to be sorry. I should be the one. Though, I still can’t say what I’m feeling, not until you turn 18. So, wait a little longer, little one.” Sasuke winked and the both went down stairs even if Sakura’s face was burning. 

Sakura’s Party 

The debut started normally. The guests are settled and before it started some of them were of course greeted by the Uchihas. Of course, Mikoto started the opening speech greeting everyone who attended. 

“Thank you to everyone here today to celebrate our little flower’s 18th birthday. We really appreciate your presence here making Sakura’s birthday more special. I remember when she was just young… oh no tears are spilling! She used to run around with Sasuke while holding her slug plushie. Time really passed by so quickly so let’s not delay anymore. Let’s welcome the star of tonight, Sakura!” Mikoto finished. The big doors colored in gold and flowers started to open and soon revealed Sakura with Sasuke as her escort. 

Everyone stared in awe as Sakura’s pink floral gown flowed with elegance. She looked like a fairy guarded by a knight. She walked with grace and smiled with happiness. Her long pink hair was half tied with sparkles complimenting it. 

“Do we look okay?” Sakura whispered to Sasuke while walking towards her chair. 

“I’m sure you look magnificent, Sakura.” Sasuke assured her, earning a bigger smile from Sakura. 

Soon they arrived at the center and soon they prepared for the Formal Cotillion dance. The music played and they danced. Sasuke and Sakura were so into it, it was as if it was just the two of them in the venue. Sparks flew everywhere mixed with hidden feelings urging to be let out.

‘Not Yet. Soon’

The party went on smoothly. Everyone watched Sakura’s same day edit photoshoot. The Uchihas along with Naruto and Ino were very competitive in the Trivia games. And finally, Sasuke’s most awaited time came, the 18 roses dance.

Of course, Fugaku, who stood up as her father, came first. Followed by Itachi who was very protective of Sakura and a very good big brother. Obito and Shisui were next. They were the one in charge of the fun moments in Sakura’s childhood, then it was a few friends before Sasuke walked in with a bouquet. 

While they were dancing Sasuke suddenly said…

“You’re 18 now, Sakura. Finally… I can tell you that I love you.” 

#sssnippetaday #sasusaku

[inamindfarfaraway]

My Descendants OCs’ Royal Cotillion outfits:

Mina begrudgingly agrees to wear something at least semi-formal for the Cotillion. She ends up getting a comfortable, stylish outfit tailor-made by Evie that she genuinely loves: a black suit with red and blue accents, black leather fingerless gloves, silver chunky boots with black soles and a silver chain necklace with a paw print pendant. She doesn’t wear any makeup. To her surprise, she enjoys looking smart and beautiful, being complimented and dancing with her friends. She’s glad that the event doesn’t last any longer, but gains some respect for Auradonian customs and learns that she can express herself in a variety of ways.

Terry’s look is darker and higher contrast than his normal style, consisting of a dark green suit with gold trim, buttons and a lily pad outlined in gold thread embroidered on the upper left front of jacket, a gold waistcoat, a deep teal shirt, a blue bowtie, black patent leather shoes with gold buckles and socks and fingernails painted sparkly dark green. He paints his nails sometimes. He likes it. This outfit contrasts his bright, cheerful coronation outfit, which had a light green, sunny yellow and sky blue colour palette with yellow nail polish, and reflects his more serious mood at the time - in advance, at least.

Chelsea wears an Evie’s 4 Hearts outfit: an elegant body-hugging dress that fades from deep, dusky purple at the top to pale pink at the bottom like the sky at sunset, dainty white heels and a wavy gold necklace with little firefly shapes along it that have yellowish green peridot gemstones as their bioluminescent abdomens. Her hair is in a crowd braid and she has light pink lipstick and eyeshadow.

#descendants ocs #disney descendants ocs #my ocs

[ketchuplaser]

Born to wealthy, traditionalist parents in the CAS, Karen Klein was raised in the finest of clothes, wanting for nothing. As a teen, she attended cotillion, and was betrothed to a promising child of one of her father’s business partners.

Things changed during one day. There was a violent corporate takeover, by a Humanis backed company, and her family was slaughtered. Karen was only spared due to being in a back room, and the mercs got spooked by the Doc Wagon sirens. When she returned to the gala, ‘Death to Fucking Keebs’ was sprayed on the wall.

On that day Karen Klein died, and Killer Keeb was born.

KayKay moved to Seattle and worked her way up through the shadows, becoming quite proficient with heavy weapons (like her auto-grenade launcher, here). She still bears a volatile hatred for Humanis and their ilk, seeing red and attacking when they’re involved.

When the situation calls for it, she is still able to recall her cotillion training, infiltrating formal events with relative ease, though she still prefers her armor to a gown.

#ketchup laser #kl draws #shadowrun #heavy gunner #elf #killer keeb #kaykay #neopup paw-20