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lily-blue · 5 months

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You can call me villain, whatever, it’s fine

☆ characters: villain!jeno & girlfriend!you ☆ genre: villain (origin story-ish) au, dystopian au ☆ warnings: mention of murder, violence, psychological abuse, helplessness ☆ request: DV33. form this prompt list ☆ summary: Jeno loves you so much, he would do absolutely anything - everything - to shield you from the cruelty of other people ☆ words: 2,1k ☆ dedicated to: @dat-town ♥

When your boyfriend of eight months started to act weird a few weeks after your disastrous birthday party, you had exciting and terrifying ideas about what could have been behind the sudden attitude change. Like most people with a childhood trauma and a horrible luck with friends, you were also quick to surrender to your insecurities, which made you think that your step-mother’s entitled behaviour had made Jeno realise that you weren’t worth his time: he was cheating on you, he was trying to come up with a painless way to dump you because he was just that sweet, or he was doing both. On particularly sensitive days, the mere possibility of the latter made you cry for hours to no end.

However, the night when Jeno insisted on picking you up from work to take you to his place for your semi-impromptu date night, the extravagant sight of his otherwise minimalist dining room planted a completely different thought in your mind; you could feel the anticipation in your tummy, your entire being buzzing with excitement and disbelief, because the decoration was suspiciously akin to the one you had described to him when he had asked you about your dream proposal and wedding. (To be fair, this conversation had happened months before your birthday, on a movie night you had spent watching the American movie 27 Dresses.)

You almost missed your chair when Jeno led you towards the dining table, your eyes fixed on the beautiful candle lights.

How had you gotten so lucky?

‘Did you make all these? Even the food?’ You asked in awe when the European-style cream soup was served, the smell making your mouth water even before you touched your spoon. Growing up in a well-off family meant that you had unlimited access to many foreign countries’ cuisines, but because of the same reason, your father’s wealth, you rarely had real, home-cooked food on the table. Your father’s new wife deemed such chores, activities your mother had loved so much, low-life: something maids should have done and maids alone.

Jeno’s eyes turned into tiny crescents when he nodded, his smile making your heart melt. You felt bad for ever doubting him, although you both knew it wasn’t something you could have helped. In life, money always came with a price. Subsequently, the more zeros one had on their account, the more nightmares and insecurities they had to deal with to balance out the happiness that kept poor people at bay. This was how your society had been working for centuries.

As the night went on and more delicious food got on the table, you were more and more sure that even if there hadn’t been a proposal, you would have remembered that night for the rest of your life. Your relationship with Jeno might have been relatively peaceful and the best thing that had ever happened to you, but you hadn’t been this happy in months. The absence of self-hating and relationship-doubting thoughts was freeing. You couldn’t not smile.

Until your happy grin froze onto your face then fell at the sight of the eerie collection of personal items in Jeno’s living room. Goodness. Your boyfriend didn’t make the smallest attempt at hiding the evidence. On the contrary, he put everything on display: the jewelleries, wallets, keychains and hairpins that all had a vaguely familiar feel to them. They sent an unpleasant chill down your spine.

And it got significantly worse when taking a tentative step closer to the glass display cabinet, you recognised your bitchy supervisor’s rose gold necklace with the tiny star medallions she had gotten from her fiancé. Was that your step-mother’s wedding ring two items from it? The one that had been originally your mother’s family heirloom, but then your father had decided that he would have shown you how he was a disgusting human being in more ways than one by proposing to his new chick with the jewellery.

When had been the last time you had seen either of these horrible women?

What was going on?

Except the rational part of you knew exactly what was going on. Your best friend had been going on about the Midnight Maniac ever since the serial killer had shown up at your city, targeting seemingly random people, although the connection had been right in front of you all along. You. You might have not given the same significance to every victim as you rarely paid attention to those outside of your friend group, you might have not remembered everyone’s name, but at one point in your life you had had to cross paths with them.

They had died… No, they had been killed because of you.

‘No…’ the plea fell from your lips weakly, the disbelief mixed with strong denial making you sound raspy and out of breath. You reached out to your mother’s ring and your hand was shaking from how overwhelmed you felt. This just couldn’t have been happening. There was no way in hell this was true.

‘Do you like it?’ Your shoulders rose and for the first time in your life, your body got tense when Jeno’s closeness registered in you. You tried not to show or acknowledge how anxious you felt at that moment, although your acting skills had never been too good. Despite the number of school plays your family’s money had gotten you during your academic career, you were a below average actress. ‘At first, I thought it might be too much, but then I realised you might need some sort of reassurance that they can’t hurt you anymore,’ your boyfriend explained, confusing you with the lack of empathy or guilt in his alluring, deep voice you loved so much.

Your teeth sank into your lower lip to suppress the scream that almost escaped your mouth. You didn’t dare to look down at Jeno’s fingers that slowly slipped between yours.

‘Because they can’t. They will never ever mistreat you again,’ Jeno squeezed your hand, the familiar warmth from before back in his voice and evident on his face. He looked at you like he always did when you were telling him about your achievements at work and the dreams you nurtured in your heart. He looked at you the way he did when he was so damn proud, he would have stolen the stars for you just to show you your worth.

He looked at you like you were his entire world and he would have done absolutely anything for you. Anything, whether you asked for it or not.

‘Tell me you didn’t,’ you pleaded, your voice barely above a whisper. You didn’t take your eyes off your mother’s ring. As much as you hated to see the hand-crafted jewellery on your step-mother’s finger, the thought of her dead body in a dirty alley, strangled to death creeped you the hell out. ‘Please, tell me you did not—’

‘Of course, I did. Did you expect me to watch them walk over you?’ Jeno asked with what sounded like genuine disbelief in his voice. As you allowed yourself a glance at his reflection through the glass display, you were taken aback by his furrowed eyebrows and the wrinkles on his forehead. He was seriously confused.

Until he wasn’t.

He squeezed your hand again; his thumb was drawing soothing circles on the sensitive skin of your wrist.

‘It’s okay, it’s because you’re not used to people treating you like you deserve,’ he reassured you, an action so familiar, nice and comforting that for a second you felt like you had an out of body experience. You felt like you were both living your own and invading someone else’s life because there was no way your sweet boyfriend had killed close to a dozen people who had dared to treat you badly at one point in their lives.

Your inability to stand up for yourself and detach yourself from a toxic environment couldn’t have been the reason for eleven people’s early death. It just couldn’t. Your conflict-avoidant personality couldn’t have turned your soft-hearted boyfriend into a serial killer.

It wasn’t true. If this was supposed to be a joke, a prank, it wasn’t funny.

‘Stop, please, just stop. It’s not right, Jeno, do you hear yourself? You’re saying you are a murderer,’ you begged while you simultaneously tried to take your hand out of his with little to no success. His hold on you was too strong.

Your eyes were brimming with tears because of how fiercely he was holding onto you. It was painful both physically and mentally until he pulled you close and pushed your face into the crook of his neck. Your boyfriend was petting your head while his tee soaked up your tears. You were scared, confused and miserable.

‘Everything I’ve done…’ he mumbled against the crown of your head. ‘Every horrible atrocity, it’s been for you. Please, don’t ever degrade my feelings for you, love,’ he asked, although by the way he hugged your smaller frame, his palm pushing your body against his chest, it felt more like a threat. It was as clear as day that he didn’t like being called a murderer.

‘Please,’ you asked, barely managing to get enough oxygen into your lungs. He was hugging you so tight. So damn tight. Like you could have disappeared the moment he let you go.

You couldn’t have said his fear was baseless. A brave person would have already made a run for it. A strong person might have already successfully escaped. However, you were neither brave nor strong. Your skills were barely suppressing average on your brightest days and your mental strength was crumbling without Jeno being your stable point.

‘Shh, you’re safe now. No one will ever hurt you, I won’t let them, I promise.’ Jeno kept stroking your hair and pressing soft kisses against the crown of your head as if his actions hadn’t been the sole reason for your distress. As if you had just woken up from one of your nightmares and you needed his arms around you to ground you. ‘I love you so much, baby.’

His embrace and closeness didn’t bring you comfort this time.

The silence stretched uncomfortably long.

‘Say that you love me, baby,’ Jeno asked you, his fingertips digging into your back. Face buried in the juncture between his shoulder and neck, your brain was mushy and your breathing uneven as you tried to comprehend his words.

Your unresponsiveness didn’t make Jeno happy. It made him angry. Or was he desperate? He sounded a little bit both when he said:

‘Come on, baby. Say it. Say that you love me, say it back.’

You couldn’t say it. Not necessarily because your love for him vanished from one moment to another, but because you were physically incapable of forming coherent sentences. You were drained due to the part of you that was still in denial, scared that Jeno would kill more people out of some twisted kind of protectiveness and terrified that people who shouldn’t have would figure it out that he was the person behind the name Midnight Maniac. You knew someone this sick and dangerous should have been behind bars from where he couldn’t have hurt more people, but the thought of losing Jeno also wore you down.

You didn’t want to lose him. You didn’t want this to be your reality.

Jeno put his hands on your shoulders and pushed you away from his chest a little: just enough to be able to look you in the eyes.

‘Say it, love! Say. It. Say that you love me.’

You couldn’t. You couldn’t say it back. And your silence made your boyfriend lose his mind for a split second. He started to shake you, squeeze you, dig his nails into your flesh until you were flinching away from the pain.

‘I… I…’ At that point, you were close to hyperventilating. You wanted to wake up from this horrible dream and find solace in your boyfriend’s arms like you always did. You wanted the Jeno you knew, the Jeno you had fallen in love with, the Jeno you loved. Cheeks red and lips slightly parted, you were panting as you said: ‘I love you.’

Because you did. You loved Jeno, you just didn’t like how he was acting. Like a madman. A maniac.

The smile that adorned your boyfriend’s features upon hearing your confession was genuine; his beautiful, chocolate brown eyes disappeared as his happiness became more evident. You shuddered when Jeno brushed a mop of hair behind your ear.

Staring at him in disbelief, you had no idea how you would come out of this situation alive, but the momentary peace deluded you into thinking that everything was going to be alright, and you held onto that fake reality was tooth and nail. As you didn’t put up much fight, your exhaustion eventually won, and you welcomed the numbness with open arms.

the end.

#jeno #jeno x you #jeno x reader #nct dream x you #nct dream scenarios #nct dream #nct scenarios #ssbyme #dystopian au #villain au

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tinywitchgoblin · 1 month

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Heya!

If you are still doing ship requests I would love to participate.

I'm a 24 year old female who has a degree in film focusing on producing and currently work as a medical receptionist.

I am someone who is a bit more on the shyer and friendly side when I first meet people, but when I open up I am sarcastic, talkative, incredibly loyal and even become the mom friend, it does also take a lot for me to trust someone. I am an ENFJ, Ravenclaw (With Slytherin and Hufflepuff as a close second), I would also be a Daughter of Athena.

My hobbies include, Reading (Sci-Fi, Fantasy, Mythology, dystopian, etc.), Writing, Ice Skating, Martial Arts, D&D, Playing Video Games and Graphic Design (More so Image Manipulation), on a rare occasion photography and listening to music (wide variety of music but mainly Kpop, Rock, R&B, Alternative and Pop.)

I am 5ft 3in, and more plus sized. I have just past shoudler length red and orange hair, icy blue eyes and wear glasses when I can so my eyes don't strain. My style is a bit all over the place as I usually only wear shorts, a tshirt of a fandom I love or it would be a nice stylish shirt with heeled boots. Or I would get fully dressed up. But heeled boots are the main thing I would wear as well as a lot of jewellery.

I am so excited to see who you would match me with!! And I hope you have a wonderful day!! 💜💜

Of course, you too! 💜💜

I ship you with...

Echo!

Considering that Echo is also a Mom Friend(tm), you and he got along pretty well from the start. He loves your caring but sarcastic personality, and he couldn't help but fall for you. Once you open up to him, he sees aspects of your personality that remind him of Fives, and he only wished you would've been able to meet him.

One of Echo's favorite things to do with you is train. Having had ARC trooper training, he's quite skilled in martial arts, so he really enjoys sparring with you (if you're open to it, of course). He's especially proud when you get a hit in, or even knock him flat on his back. That's his girl right there.

Echo loves learning about all of the types of art you partake in. From filmmaking, to graphic design, to photography, to your sense of fashion, he's all over it. He'd never really been given the opportunity to express his creative side (he din't even know he had one until he met you), so being able to learn about so many art forms is new and exciting for him. Echo especially loves when you involve him in your art, because it's his favorite way of you showing him that you love him.

Thanks for reading! If you want a ship request like this one, drop it in my ask box, and don't forget to reblog 💚

#the bad bois #the bad batch #echo bad batch #the bad batch echo #clone trooper echo #arc trooper echo #echo #tbb x reader #tbb #tbb echo #tbb echo x reader #tbb echo x you #star wars x reader

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balkanballad · 1 year

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my turquoise carpet fashion faves

here we go

starting with these two: great choice. I think they did a wonderful job. professional, great colour choices for the logo and the carpet too

fresh looking. the colours are spring, fun, a bit 80s, my niece also loved the saxophone

(not my best screenshot work but) classy with a lovely twist on the blue shirt. I also adore the grey pants with the blue shirt

these two looked very cool together. I love the green eye makeup and the rhinestone but make it edgy vibe

while I wasn’t the biggest fan of the hand jewellery thing, this look as a whole gives me futuristic Persephone vibes, which goes with the song theme (in my mind), and I love that. Noa’s outfit also went into this direction but was less interesting to me

now here I think the key is that everything works wonderful together in a way. on its own I might not have enjoyed all the elements, but together they make a wonderful combination. it has a dystopian kinda chic to it and I am here for that

the animal print... of course... joking, but, after Malta they are the best dressed male band to me. I would only have changed the second outfit with something fitting with the others because the details with the other three are like: the mesh is found in the top and the bow, the snake print in the wonderful skirt and the cool corset. I wish the second outfit was also something like that, other than simply being black, but it’s still fine

adorable. the balloon, the colours, the bag!! I love the bag with the candy in it. very cute

my favourite entrance. stunning. I love all the colours and the dresses are all a dream to me. I want them all. they also slightly remind me of bridesmaids, but there is nothing bad about that. the makeup was very cute too with the white details. I only didn’t love love the shoes, but they were okay too (just not the perfect choice)

gorgeous. here I had nothing to complain about, I think she looked perfect - the earrings matching the shoes, enough glamour and drama, but not too much of anything. I also love that she mentioned the ocean and the baltic sea when talking about the choice of colour. I loved everything

#j. talks #eurovision

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anx1oustig3r · 11 months

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Revtel

Geographically, Revtel is positioned North West of the central White Spire. It’s a large city state surrounded by a dense mountain range on all sides. The only way into the city is through a mountain with no visible entrance or path aside from a strange ring of vines and mushrooms woven into the rock face. Touching the three largest mushrooms at the base of the ring in a certain order causes those in the immediate vicinity to enter the fae realm. It is here that a long winding tunnel adorned with various types of glowing mushrooms and flora is revealed in the rock face. Humans have given this entrance a nickname: “The Faerie Ring.”

The city may only be accessed from the south east. There is an entrance to the north, but there is no manner of entering the shadow realm there and thus is inaccessible to non fae. The entire city is invisible if you are flying overhead.

The architecture of Revtel is primarily gothic. Long, sharp spires make up the skyline of the city. Many buildings are adorned with buttresses and decadent columns hand sculpted by the finest artists. Their colours are dark stone melded with onyx, iron and trimmed with gold, silver and bronze. Pops of colour can be seen in the stained glass windows that many business men love to brag about. These stained glasses are also present on the street lamps, creating very colourful and ethereal lighting against the smooth cobblestone pathways.

Flora is actually used as a building material. Moss grows on all the tiling on the rooftops. Flowers and vines hang off ledges and wrap themselves around columns and pillars. In residential areas wild gardens are allowed to grow.

The merchant’s square here is a bustling hub of all kinds of trade. Clothes to jewellery to lavish restaurants, alchemy shops - you name it. If you want to start a business Revtel is the place to be. Fountains mark the very center of the of the city and sends off several winding paths through streets and alleyways out toward the housing estates.

Said estates are large and very opulent. Each house has it’s own grand space to allow for gardens and other personal outdoor recreational displays. Many fae live either solitary or in small, quaint families in these luxurious estates.

A massive river cuts through the city, entering from an eastern cavern and flowing through the western one. An ornate stone bridge connects the wealthy south side of the city, to the north side left to rot in poverty. Gargoyles are perched on the bridge, looming over anyone who dares cross. The fae of the city have an inside joke about them, claiming the Sunbreeze Family put them there to scare away tourists so that they won’t be put off visiting again and spending more money by the filth in the north.

What filth lays across the river? Just ordinary fae. However, these fae have had the life squeezed out of them by the Sunbreeze Family, particularly in recent times. There is little funding to this side of the city. Buildings here are cobbled together with more wood and tin than stone and gold as the residents do everything they can to stop them from falling apart. The cobblestone pathways here are uneven and broken in places making walking very difficult. No colourful light beams hit the ground as most street lamps have been smashed by bored children throwing rocks at the glass. There is a merchant square here, but it is mostly farmers and tradesmen selling what little necessities they can make to survive. It’s functional, but Lord Sunbreeze taxes these businesses the hardest, meaning they only retain meagre profits to live off of.

The housing here is tight and compact, mostly consisting of high rise apartment buildings that can barely fit two faeries let alone the many families of six to ten that call them home.

Ideology wise, Revtel is a ruthless, capitalistic and dystopian society, believing in fierce competition through business and profit. While the notorious, strict social structures of fae are followed, backstabbing and violence are intertwined with their lifestyle. It isn’t uncommon for business men to pay off delinquents to damage the property of, or even kill, their business rivals. The same reigns true over any petty disagreement.

#this is wip but im posting it bc im flying home tomorrow #dota 2 #dota2 #send me your worldbuildy headcanons i wanna hear

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dracereads · 2 years

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BLACKTOP WASTELAND BY S.A. COSBY

You can thank DHWW for my introduction to Blacktop Wasteland and S.A. COSBY. I love grungy, dystopian-in-a-way Americana. Books. Films. They're my unspoken jam. There's something extremely critical and artistic about this kind of genre and. every time I get my hands on one I savor them like a fine wine. [These I like to view / read slowly just so they can live in my head for a long whie,] Particulars: This is a heist book centered around a jewellery-store robbery. It has muscle cars and bad-thug trope characters. It's an all around riot, and there are some truly funny moments here and there. If you're into heist movies, this one is structured similarly to the movie Baby Driver which is one of my favorites. Honestly, if they need to continue to make books into movies, this is another good candidate for a loving and thought provoking adaptation. It his really good.

Scoring: 5/5 Lovely prose, critical social commentary and action are all woven together in the tale that is Bug Montage's last crime.

#Blacktop Wasteland #S.A. Cosby #blackfiction #bipoc authors #grunge americana #genre: thriller #genre: contemporary #taglinemode #movienightbooks #blackauthors

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dark-mori · 6 years

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Do you own a small business/shop that embodies strega/goth/witchy/dark/dystopian/occult themes?

Are you open for cooperation?

Would you want to reach a bigger audience and more sales?

If the answer is yes, I would be delighted to work with you. :) I have over 10k followers, so if you send me 1-3 items from you shop to review...

I will create a post (with tags, pictures, and link to your shop)

and review your product and recommend it to my followers.

I will also reblog the post a couple of more times throughout a month to reach more people.

Message me if interested, and please attach the link to your shop! :)

#strega fashion #strega #goth #gothic #shop #etsy #etsyshop #storenvy #dark #occult #witch #witchy #clothing #jewellery #dystopian #theme #spooky #black #dark mori #jewelry #crystal #wicca #wiccan

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radesignfashion-blog · 3 years

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Playing with shapes and shadows VIII #bracelet #necklace #multiuse #jewelry #jewelrydesign #jevelrydesigner #jewellery #jewellerydesign #jewellerydesigner #blackjewellerydesigner #blackjewelry #blackjewellery #dystopianstyle #dystopianfashion #dystopian #multistring #radesign #radesignjewellery #radesignjewelry #radesignfashion #avantgarde #avantgardejewelry #avantgardefashion #slowfashion #nofastfashion (na lokaciji Zagreb, Croatia) https://www.instagram.com/p/CNE4BIAss61/?igshid=79wp9ba0nvvc

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sourearth · 2 years

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Hello I would love a bit of background for your OCs !!!

ahh hello!! of course!!

as a bit of background context i made them as part of an idea i had for a webcomic id like to make - its a dystopian/post-apocalyptic future thing about relationships and healing and the good in humanity.

KEN

- grew up in arizona with his family & now works in seattle as a doctor. he always wanted to make a difference but often runs into brick walls in the form of unnecessary bureaucracy - so he turns to more direct methods.

- tries to be optimistic despite bad circumstances. he believes in the good of people as a collective, and is desperate to be able to protect the people he cares about

- he needs coffee at all hours of the day ☕

- the type of person to solve everyone else’s problems before examining his own

- he is usually stressed and/or afraid. venturing outside of the town is unpredictable and scary and he struggles w that

- can perform a life-saving surgery but can’t cook for shit

- he’s kind and good-hearted but can be a little self-righteous

NIJIRŌ

- a walking disaster

- got involved in something he was too young to understand in the past, and is now trying to run from the consequences

- spends his time scavenging for scrap from abandoned/destroyed areas (consequentially is a bit of a hoarder. brings lots of weird shit back)

- has a beat-up old land rover that he loves dearly and sometimes lives out of

- is dangerously reckless. he’s very resilient but still manages to get injured pretty frequently

- loves being outdoors & exploring new places

- believes the world is out to get him. is afraid of getting close to people and is not good at processing his emotions

- doesn’t own a hairbrush

YUNO

- grew up with nijirō and also got caught up in the aforementioned thing™

- the last few years of her life have been hectic and she wants nothing more than to be able to settle down in one place and be secure

- collects funky looking rocks and crystals. makes jewellery & trinkets out of them

- did her piercings herself. wants tattoos but doesn’t trust anyone else enough to do it

- serial food stealer

- struggles with social cues and is honest to the point of seeming rude

- is rarely without some kind of electronic device

MAIA:

- works as a mechanic in seattle. she especially enjoys working on old-fashioned technology

- had a very sheltered upbringing and has never left her home town due to her mother’s insistence that its unsafe

- she harbours a lot of curiosity and wants to learn more about the outside world

- is bubbly, disorganised, loud, and trusting. she’s almost always smiling, although it isn’t always fully genuine

- she likes baking and gardening - she isn’t particularly good at either but that doesn’t stop her

(i dont have as many drawings of maia but i had to include the corn. i had to)

#asks #anonymous #sorry for the #long post #!!!#thank u for asking!!#ppl showing interest in my ocs makes me so happy #my art #my characters #ken #nijiro #yuno #maia

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realcube · 3 years

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characters dealing with a deep sleeper! s/o (_　_)。゜zｚＺ

characters: bokuto, oikawa & saiki k

tw// swearing, fluff, mentions of death, illness, funerals, sexual references

Kōtarō Bokuto

he literally thought you died

this was your first time sleeping over at his home and last night, y’all were stuffing your faces with treats until your stomachs ached

you had mentioned several times how you were feeling sick - even after bokuto took you out for a late-night run - but he just told you to take a pain-killer and sleep it off

but now he was kinda regretting not calling someone to help

like what if the sickness was a symptom to a deadly disease which took you overnight?

plus, he had tried everything he could think of to wake you up: he shook you, he blasted music from his phone, he opened the curtains to allow blinding light to shine on you, he flicked spits of cold water onto your face and he literally wafted cookies around the room in hopes you’d catch the scent

but it was no use as even after all that, you didn’t move an inch

he tried to check your pulse which he believed to be on the wrist but he couldn’t think it

so either he was too stupid to find the exact location or......you didn’t have a pulse

he’ll admit, it was an eerie thought that there could be a dead person in his bed rn but even he considered that a rather outlandish idea

how could a person as healthy as you just die overnight? so he did what any reasonable person would do in that situation-- no, not call a doctor

he held a funeral for his beloved s/o 💀

he gathered all five of the plushies laying around his room (all of which were owls) and lined them up on the foot of the bed

‘we are all gathered here today to celebrate the epic life of my partner, (y/n) (l/n).’ he sobbed into the sleeve of the black blazer he had pulled out of his closet, ‘gone too soon.’

silence. but in his mind he was met by a chorus of ‘aww’s and whimpers from the crowd

‘i loved them. (y/n) was my rock; they helped me through some of the hardest points in my life--’

his speech was cut off upon hearing one of the audience members pipe up, ‘bo, what are you doing?’

a wave of excitement washed over him as he scurried up to the line of guests, closely examining each one, ‘i didn’t know y’all could talk!’

you rolled your eyes before leaning forward and gently tapping the back of his head, ‘it’s me.’

upon laying his eyes on you, healthy and alive, his lips curled into a foolishly large grin as he immediately pulled you into a tight hug, ‘(Y/N), you’re alive!’ he cried

you gasped at his rather dramatic reaction before slowly melting into his embrace, ‘yes, i am.’

as your lips parted from the skin of his jaw and he slowly let his arms fall from your waist, you finally inquired, ‘did you hold a funeral for me?’

bokuto’s eyes-widened at your ‘crazy’ suggestion, ‘uhhhh, nooooo.’

if his elongating of each word wasn’t enough to show that he was lying, the dead giveaway would have to be the sheet of A4 paper with ‘(Y/N)’S FUNERAL 😭’ written on it that was stuck to the door with blu-tac

ignoring his completely false reply, you leaned back on the bed and picked up on the owl plushies, gently stroking it’s soft fur, ‘are these the guests? why are there only five?’

bokuto shrugged, picking up one himself and absentmindedly attempting to balance it on your head, ‘seven; if you count me and you.’

you giggled, about to make a inquire about the names of each guest until bokuto suddenly through his arms around you again

‘why didn’t you tell me that you are such a deep-sleeper before?! i was so worried - i thought you died! please never die on me again, (y/n)?’

you smiled, pulling back to plant a sweet kiss on his cheek, ‘i promise.’

Tōru Oikawa

he would take advantage of this opportunity lol

the first time y’all slept over together as a couple, he had no idea that you were as deep of a sleeper as you actually are

like he thought you meant ‘i sometimes sleep through my alarms’ deep-sleeper

NOT ‘IT TAKES A WHOLE NATURAL DISASTER TO WAKE ME UP IN THE MORNING’ DEEP-SLEEPER (/h)

anyway, at first, he’d probably just freshen up while you sleep: take a shower, wash his face, brush his teeth, floss etc so he’s no longer effected by that ✨morning crust ✨

but when he pokes his head out of the bathroom and noticed that your sleep asleep, he tries to blow-dry his hair bc he knows how much you like it when it’s all fluffy

but his blow-dryer was quite loud so he put it on for a few seconds to see if it’s wake you up and just as he expected, you were still sound asleep

so he blew-dry his hair until it was that soft texture that you liked so much- all while you were still like (∪.∪ )...zzz even though the blow-dryer was making a racket

you were still sleeping and upon looking at the time, he realised that it was completely fair considering it was currently half past 8 and he had just woken up extremely early for some unknown reason

he didn’t want to wake you so he was just doing to go out for a run or make breakfast until he caught a glimpse of himself in mirror

o.O

despite his puffy hair and pearly-white smile, he still looked sloppy

but it was definitely bc of his stained, torn, washed-out pyjamas tbh

he was just wearing an old T-shirt that he’s had for god-knows how long and a pair of grey sweatpants; it wasn’t a look

he had no idea what possessed him to wear such casual nightwear while you were at his house - especially when you chose to wear something so relaxed yet titillating - but he knew that he needed to change

after a while of rummaging through his nightwear drawer, the best he could find was a pair of white, silk, loose-legged trousers which he had bought for a halloween costume many years ago

it was pretty classy though :)) he was sure that you’d like it

however, he still couldn’t find anything to wear on his top half but there is no fashion problem oikawa can’t solve

thus, he went shirtless ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

he also threw on some jewellery too, just for the lols

you weren’t awake yet thought, so after he set up some candles to create a ‘mood’, he just sat next to you on the bed, scrolling on his phone and anticipating your reaction once you woke up

for a moment, he thought that he might’ve went when too far but upon taking a look at himself in his front-facing camera, he realised that there was no harm in spicing things up

once he noticed one of your eyes slowly flutter open, he quickly tossed his phone to the side and turned his body to face you, shooting you a kind smile and he gently ran a hand through his fluffy hair, ‘morning, angel~’ he cooed

you grumbled your greeting in response, then proceeded to rub your eyes to make sure you were seeing him correctly, ‘what are you wearing, tōru?’

‘can a guy not dress up for his special someone anymore?’

you rolled your eyes, playfully slapping his chest and going to hop out of bed until he pulled you back down against the sheets

a faint gasp escaped your lips but you were quickly hushed by oikawa pushing his finger against your lips, ‘you’re not going anywhere, (y/n).’

Kusuo Saiki

this was the first time you ever slept over at his house or next to him yet y’all had been dating for year and a half

he was just scared that he might accidently do something crazy in his sleep (bc of his powers ofc) and the last thing he wanted to do was hurt you 🥺

you were patient with him though but bc y’all had never woken up together before, he had no idea how deep of a sleeper you are

he thought it was cute at first bc you were laying there like the beauty you are, lookin’ all serene and calm and stuff

but after a while, he got bored on his own #•̀ ︿ •́

also, you promised to bake macarons with him for breakfast and he was hungry as hell, still he didn’t want to eat without you but if he didn’t wake you up rn to make macarons, he’d surely starve to death while they were in the fridge

on any other day, he’d just try do it himself but when you helped him make food- it just hit different 😍

‘(y/n), wake up.’ he spoke into your mind using his telepathy, while light nudging your arm, ‘i’m hungry.’

you didn’t reply, seeming completely knocked out

he tried the next best thing, holding his annoying alarm noise near (but not too close) to your ear

still nothing, though

his last human attempt was aggressively pulling your blanket away but even after that you showed no signs of waking up so he realised that he’d have to resort to using his physic abilities

he considered using his astral projection to possess your body but he felt as though taking over your body might cross a few boundaries

but he did try duplicating himself so he could shake you from many different angles but it was still no use

he continued to use his telepathy to try wake you up but it didn’t seem to work either

after multiple different attempts of using his powers to try wake you up; here he was, standing in the middle of some dystopian, apocalyptic scene - alarms ringing in the distant along with sirens, screaming, honking and wails. everything around him seemed to be engulfed by flames which created thick, smoky air

he wasn’t really sure how he got here but he was pretty sure it started around the time he tried to form an energy ball

whatever 🤷‍♂️ it’s no biggie

he jumped back in time so he was standing next to your bed once again, exactly where he left off before he created the energy ball

he stared down at your sleeping figure and let out an exasperated sigh as he realised that he’d have to employ one of his most dangerous tactics

he really hoped it didn’t have to come to this

‘(y/n), if you get up right now.’ his voice rung through your head, ‘i speak with my voice.’

just like that, both of your eyes shot open as you hastily sat up on the bed

‘do it, saiki!’ you cheered, a foolishly large grin plastered on your features

and he couldn’t help but smile too

curse you for being so cute

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ijustwant2write · 3 years

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Stalkers-Aziraphale x Reader x Crowley

(GIF credit to @fuckyeahgoodomens)

Requested by anonymous: ‘Would you do a platonic Good Omens imagine where Aziraphale & Crowley become close to human graduate student and they follow her on a date (and she notices them) because their protective (you can decide if the date goes good or bad)?’

Characters: Aziraphale x Reader (platonic), Crowley x Reader (platonic)

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: Mentions of break ups and cheating, FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF

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(Y/N) strolled around the corner of a book shelf, arms swinging with a book in one hand as she approached the till, where Aziraphale was waiting with a customer. She held out the book to him, a big smile on her face.

“(Y/N), that’s the wrong book dear.” Aziraphale awkwardly said.

“Oh!” the young woman gasped, looking at the cover. She was meant to find a novel about a dystopian future, with conflict and struggles of hierarchy. Looking at the cover, she realised she had picked up a romantic tale.“I am so sorry, I will go and find the other one-”

“No!” Aziraphale blurted out.“N-no, don’t worry. I’ll go find it.”

“OK, sorry again.”

Once he had finished with the customer, Aziraphale went to find (Y/N), who was stacking books on the shelves. She smiled at him as he approached her, and he copied, but it was clear to see that he was uneasy.

“I just want to talk about what happened earlier.” he started.

“I’m really sorry about that again. I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”

“It’s not that, I’m not concerned about embarrassment. I’m more worried about you.”

“Me?”

“You know this bookshop back to back. You’ve worked here since you started university. It was just a shock that you picked up the wrong book, and took so long to get it.”

“I wasn’t that long was I?”

“You took fifteen minutes.”

“I mean, people make mistakes.”

“Of course they do, nobody is perfect. But it’s so out of character for you. Are you feeling well?”

She nodded, returning back to her job.“Absolutely fine.”

“Because you know you can tell me.”

“I know.”

“If anything is wrong, I am always here-”

“I’ve got a date tonight.”

He hadn’t expected that answer.“A-a date?”

She nodded.“Yeah, uh, it’s with this guy from one of my lectures. We’ve been friends...well, sort of friends for the last year, but he asked me out the other day and obviously I’ve said yes. So I’m freaking out a little bit.”

Aziraphale was shocked by her quick rambling, stumbling over his own words as he processed everything.“O-oh, well, that is very exciting! Why are you worried?”

“Because I haven’t been on a date since...well you know.”

“Oh, of course. You are going though, aren’t you?”

She sighed.“I was-”

“You should! This is great news!”

“But what if I’m awkward? If I’ve forgotten what it’s like to date?”

“Tell you what,” he started to take the books out her her hands,“you take the rest of the day off. Go relax, get ready for tonight, and enjoy yourself!”

“Aziraphale, I really shouldn’t-”

“I won’t take no for an answer. You need to relax and calm down before tonight. I think you’re going to be surprised with how much fun you’ll have.”

“If you’re sure...I mean, I am a bit excited.”

Aziraphale grinned at the sight of his friend blushing.“Good! Keep in high spirits and you shall have a great evening.”

(Y/N) put on her coat, saying her goodbyes to Aziraphale as she slung her handbag over her shoulder before putting her earphones in. The angel kept the smile on his face until the door shut, then his true feelings were unleashed. Panic struck him, mumbling to himself as he stressed over his friend. He knew he needed help on this, instantly calling Crowley to the bookshop.

Crowley had been bored out of his mind that day, so when the phone rang, he answered far too quickly, having to put on a reserved attitude as he spoke. Hearing Aziraphale’s tone made him agree to come straight away, even though he didn’t know what the problem was. Bursting into the bookshop (thinking another Armageddon was approaching), he called out for the angel, who popped out from nowhere, his eyes wide.

“Oh thank God you’re here.” Aziraphale sighed in relief.

“Well, I wouldn’t be thanking him-”

“It’s (Y/N).”

Crowley didn’t care about his smooth persona anymore, not when it came to (Y/N).“What? What’s happened?”

“She’s got a date.”

Crowley stared at him, mouth open. After a few seconds, he spoke,“That’s what you called me here for?”

“Yes! How are you not worried?”

“Because it’s a normal thing for young adults to do?”

“But this is (Y/N)! You remember the last relationship?”

Crowley softened at that.“Oh, you have a point.”

(Y/N) had not been attending university for long when she first applied for the bookshop. She was just eighteen when she started, much quieter and shy back then, but Aziraphale decided to take her under his wing (no pun intended). He and Crowley had become friends with her, watching her grow as she studied hard, not without stressing herself out at times of course. However, they had also been there when the first boyfriend came onto the scene. (Y/N) had been so excited, infatuated with this boy. They had dated for a year and a half, it had been so lovely at the beginning. Even the angel and demon liked him; until he made the fatal mistake of breaking her heart.

That boyfriend had all but ripped her heart out of her chest, torn it to pieces in front of her face before stamping on it. After all the dates, the presents, the studying together, supporting each other through their studies, the cute pictures and talks about their future, he randomly decided to sleep with someone else. The man (Y/N) thought she could see a future with had never showed any signs of leaving her, or no longer having an interest. He flat out admitted it when she confronted him, suddenly expressing how he didn’t find her attractive anymore and that she had been a waste of time. It broke (Y/N), and although she wanted to believe that someone would come along and cherish her just as he did in the beginning, it was extremely hard to imagine such a thing after those harsh words.

“I know I shouldn’t judge others, especially since I don’t know the man...” Aziraphale said.

Crowley removed his glasses.“Well, how did she look when she told you?”

“Happy, she was nervous but giddy. She’s worried that she’ll embarrass herself, though I could see the excitement in her eyes.”

“Well that settles it then.”

“What?”

“We have to follow them.”

“How did that make you think of following them?”

“(Y/N) has mixed emotions, she may not think straight because she’s overwhelmed.”

“She’s a smart young lady, she’ll be able to tell if she likes him or not.”

“Still, we don’t know this guy. I think to be on the safe side, we should tag along.”

“A-a double date?”

“What? No! We need disguises, we need to follow after them.”

“So, stalk them?”

“Stop making it weird. Come on, let’s figure out what we’re wearing.”

(Y/N) couldn’t stop staring at her reflection. She had spent more time than needed on her hair and makeup, picking out her jewellery before putting on the outfit she decided on (which also took a while to pick out). Although she always presented herself well everyday, she hadn’t dressed up in a long time. It was almost refreshing to see herself like this, she felt beautiful. Smiling at herself, she was broken out of her trance as her phone buzzed. Quickly grabbing it, she saw her dates name pop up, stating they were on their way to the restaurant they chose to go to. It was now or never.

Crowley and Aziraphale waited down the road from (Y/N)′s student house, seeing her leave and head in the opposite direction. Crowley was more confident sneaking around, purposefully walking quickly so Aziraphale would keep up with him and not think about backing out of this. For disguises, they decided they needed to dress young, blend into the crowd; Aziraphale wore an oversized jumper with an equally long striped scarf, his usual bow tie still on, as well as jeans and converse. Crowley had on a black denim jacket with a black and white patterned silk shirt, black jeans with boots definitely meant for hiking, as well as blacked out circular glasses and a beanie. Aziraphale felt ridiculous, hating how people stared, but Crowley was too focused on the mission to notice.

They followed her to the restaurant, casually leaning against a building across the road as they watched the man and woman embrace. He kindly held the door open for her, gesturing for her to go ahead.

“He seems gentlemanly.” Aziraphale pointed out.

“No, this is their game you see. He wants her to think he’s a gentleman, when he’s the total opposite! I’ve seen it happen many times before. They’re all ‘Mr Nice Guy’ just so she’ll go home with him.”

“That’s a little extreme, don’t you think-”

“Come on!” Crowley grabbed Aziraphale’s wrist, dragging him across the street.

(Y/N) thanked her date as he tucked in her chair for her. It wasn’t a high end restaurant, and it was only late afternoon, but this is how they wanted it to be. They were already friends, it would be awkward if they were properly dressed up in a posh place. He had already complimented her, making her blush, and they were able to slide into a conversation. It was like any other time they had been hanging out, except there was a romantic element to it all.

“There they are.” Aziraphale whispered to Crowley as they entered the building.

Not waiting to be seated, Crowley guided the pair towards the couple, finding a table close enough that they could watch their every move without being spotted. Sitting down, Crowley shoved a menu into his friend’s hands, holding it in front of his head with his eyes peering over the edge.

“He tucked in her chair for her, that’s sweet of him.” Aziraphale smiled.

“Remember what I said.” Crowley frowned.

“Perhaps we’re being a tad dramatic. I was paranoid this morning, but seeing them together has calmed me.”

“I’m not sure. He could be pretending.”

The squabble was disturbed when (Y/N)’s laugh rang out, along with her date’s. Her friends turned to see her covering her mouth as she continued giggling, her eyes still on the man across from her.

“That doesn’t count.” Crowley quickly protested.

A waitress came over to their table, surprised by how quickly the men ordered their food and the lack of eye contact. What shocked her the most was when she tried to take the menus away, but they gripped onto them with their lives. It was the only way they could hide from (Y/N). She backed away, not too phased because when you work in this sort of service, you do get your weirdos.

“Maybe we should just leave...” Aziraphale felt less stressed, he had a good feeling about this man. She looked much more calm, more natural with him than she did with her ex, and this was only the first date.

“But we’ve ordered.” Crowley moaned.

“I feel like we’re imposing. I know we wanted to check on her, but (Y/N)’s an adult, she knows how to handle herself.”

“Let’s at least wait for our food-”

“But what if they spot us! We can take it to go.”

“It’ll be cold by the time we get back, and we’ve ordered drinks!”

(Y/N) tried to concentrate on her date’s words, she had been invested in his story until a couple on another table started bickering. It was just human nature to pry, and she had glanced a few times over at them. They were an extravagant pair, wearing clothes that made them stand out. It wasn’t a bad thing, people were allowed to express themselves.But there was something about them that made her keep staring.

“Hey, I’m just going to quickly pop to the loo.” (Y/N) said, smiling at her date just as he did, before she stood up, heading towards the odd couple.

Aziraphale and Crowley were too caught up in their argument to notice that (Y/N) had left the table, and was headed right towards them. She suddenly appeared at the table, crouching down on the other side so her date couldn’t see her.

“What are you two doing?!” she harshly whispered.

They were shocked by her, flinching in their seats. Aziraphale sighed.“I knew this would happen!”

“Are you two following me?”

“It was Crowley’s idea!”

“You were the one who called me!”

“Enough you two!” (Y/N) quietly exclaimed.“Do you know how much you’re invading my privacy right now?”

Aziraphale had a calm tone to his voice.“We just wanted to make sure you’re alright. And how did you know it was us?”

“Have you seen your outfits? You stick out like a sore thumb.”

“I thought these were very on trend?” Crowley said.

“In 2013 maybe.”

“We’re sorry. We were only thinking of you, your safety, your happiness. And we were going to leave, but Crowley is complaining about the food-”

“It’s good food here!”

“As long as you two don’t interfere with my date, you can stay. Just don’t stare, or watch.”

“Are you enjoying yourself?” Aziraphale smiled.“He seems like a lovely gentleman.”

Crowley groaned.“Stop calling him that.”

(Y/N) relaxed a little.“He’s...he’s a sweetheart. I feel comfortable with him, happy too. I’m having a great time...was having a great time.”

Aziraphale placed a hand on her shoulder.“We promise we won’t do anything. Honestly, I’m quite hungry and parched now that I’m thinking of our order.”

(Y/N) pondered for a moment.“Fine. You’re right, the food here is pretty good, I can’t take that away from you. But next time you do a stake out, try to blend in, yeah?”

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siderealhour · 2 years

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Aquatopia, by Katrin Spranger (2018)

Katrin Spranger, an artist and jewller, explores the formation of copper through the pocess of electroforming.

She is interested in the idea of scarcity of materials in the future, and how might our usage of them transform, and informs this in the objects she creates. She explains she is also very inspired by innovation and science fiction and I can see how this translates trough her work, which reminds me distinctly of the organic alien forms in Annihilation (2018) and Alien (1979), as well as th closest to alien thing we have on Earth -> underwater sunken ships and aquatic fauna and flora.

Left to right, Annihilation(2018), Alien (1979)

Some of the formations have this distinct coral look about them, whereas others remind me too much of worms and make me uncomfortable. Others just look completely strange and otherworldly, and sure as hell stopped me in my tracks upon noticing them. This element of double-take and distraction, is what led me to looking into the project more.

The process used to create these unique forms is called Electroforming. It is when a non-metal object (or non conductive material) is formed over with metal, unlike Exlectroplating which is when a metal object is plated over with metal. It seems to be a common practice in jewellery making! I am quite interested in this technique and plannto discuss it with the workshop staff to see if I could set something up to test it safely as it deals with corrosive materials and electricity.

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murfeelee · 4 years

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LGR - The Sims 4 Nifty Knitting Stuff Review

[EDIT] Just to drive home how creatively BANKRUPT EA is, after a 30-minute google search I compiled these inspo collages of knitting, crochet & lace works done RIGHT -- you’re welcome.

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MY THOUGHTS RANT ALERT (below the cut):

Me: Omg the first draft of my thesis is due in LITERAL hours, and I DO NOT have time for distractions.

Also me: CURSE you, LGR!

Okay, so it’s a known fact that EA’s been nickel and dime-ing TS4 HARD for the past....oh....EVER. LGR’s been done with TS4 and especially its Stuff Packs since their inception, and he’s right: this is ridiculous.

Think back to the TS3 Store’s premium content. Compared to TS4′s $10 Stuff Pack, for 545 simpoints ($6) we got the Toy Machine, which can be purchased with or separately from Midnight Hollow (one of TS3′s best worlds). Though of course thematically & functionally different, essentially the Toy Machine and TS4′s knitting do the same thing: make kitschy crap and toys.

Then we have the Prism Art Studio venue, a 1900 simpoint ($20) bundle. Along with an entire premade lot, new easel, and the return of the legendary L-shaped stairs thank the LLAMAS, the venue included the Glass Blowing Machine, which makes A TON of stylish new accessory jewellery for CAS.

Yes, because the Glass Blowing and Venue are lumped into one, this is more expensive than a Stuff Pack, but the value’s in the amount & quality of content.

Also yes, EA’s been piece-mealing us since jump street, but at least they gave us more for our money! Ts3 regularly got new WORLDS, LOTS, VENUES, and PREMIUM CONTENT at the Store, ON TOP of the TWO EPs & TWO SPs we got EVERY year.

Then we have this tiny AF Knitting Stuff Pack. Which came on the heels of a random AF eco living EP that added candle making of all things to their dystopian apocalyptic garbage dump (even though the modders had already beaten EA to the punch on that 2 years ago, just saying, LOLZ).

I mean, come the eff on, @greenplumbboblover created this entire Sewing Machine mod for FREE!

Granted, this SP has some adorable content in it. Knitting is one of the things I’ve always wanted, especially for Elders, to give sims more things TO DO other than party, flirt, and woohoo. But as that Youtube comment I screencapped above said so plainly: knitting should’ve been part of a Hobbies EP.

What TS4 DESPERATELY needs is more interesting expansions. The overall batch of them have been freaking sad. Seasons is the only one that truly fulfills its purpose in EXPANDING CORE GAMEPLAY; making the sandbox grow, not shrink, through crap like locked off content in CAS (a modder will inevitably unlock them, but still).

A handful of sweaters & beanies any CAS CC creator could make for free (and better), and some toys? o_O For TEN DOLLARS!? O_O

And the rocking chair, ZOMG the rocking chair~~~! That in TS3 was included in AN EXPANSION (my fave, Supernatural) as an AFTERTHOUGHT, cuz it’s just a EFFING CHAIR that happens to rock back and forward--WOW, the space-time continuum just got REKT. Meanwhile in TS4 there was an entire deep dive on a frikkin chair!? Is the level of bare bones been there done that so obsolete that THIS is what the community has to get hyped for nowadays!?

I’m weak, I need to sit down.

EA. WTF are y’all doing? Other than ripping people off, of course.

Knitting is super cute, and this content looks great, but no way in EFF should this have been sold separately. This should be in a pack, or even better, a free patch. Buy this on SALE, if you must buy it all.

#RANT ALERT #TS4 #the sims 4 #EA you suck #videos #paralives please come save us from EA's mediocrity #Electronic Arts #more like electronic farts

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kalira · 3 years

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Rules: answer these 20 questions and tag people you want to know better.

Tagged by @enby-angel~

Nickname: I’ve never had many; the only one from my meatspace name comes from wee!Kalira’s inability to pronounce her own name. The equivalent form taken from Kalira is “Kali”

Zodiac: Taurus

Height: ~172cm

Last movie I saw: Pan (2015) (with @mad-madam-m; it was terrible and entertaining)

Last thing I googled: do seals have tear ducts (for a @kakashiweek selkie AU >.>)

Favourite musician: Acid Black Cherry

Song stuck in my head: Teeth, version by Roksana Węgiel

Other blogs: I run several fandom event blogs, plus a generally-quiet witch blog and one for my jewellery

Blogs following: I’m following 180 rn

Sleep patterns: . . .patterns? *ahem* Topsy-turvey, rarely enough, very nocturnal.

Lucky number(s): I never feel very strongly about this as far as actual lucky numbers, but there are Good Numbers and Bad Numbers and the like. 13 and 69 are Very Good Numbers.

What am I wearing: A black tee shirt with an Elder Bookwyrm on it (a dragon with glasses and heaps and heaps of books around him) and a truly heinous skirt made up of dot/splotches of pink, purple, orange, and brown that looks like a bad impressionist painting.

What would I work if capitalism doesn't exist: same thing I do now with less anxiety over existing and slightly better health probably

Dream trip: gosh right now uh being able to take one sounds dreamy; I’d like to go tons of places, but right now I’m really missing the ocean

Favourite food: a good rare steak remains a perennial favourite

Instruments: piano, dumbek, djembe, zills, recorder, ocarina, shekere, congas, drumkit, bodhran, and a few kinds of drums the names of which I cannot currently recall

Languages: English is it for fluency; I speak bits of French, Sindarin, German, Vulcan, Latin, Romanian, and Russian.

Favourite songs: this is hard so I’m picking three I’ve listened to a lot lately: Selkie, by Blackbriar ~ Yes, by Acid Black Cherry ~ Dystopian Fiction, by Aviators

Random fact: I collect random facts XD but a proper one about me: I’ve dislocated over a dozen different joints

Tagging: @h-sayuri, @vulcan-highblood, @magnustesla, @helenasugar, @animetrashmuffin - as always, only if you like, and if anyone else wants to play, consider yourself tagged by me~

#tag game #20 questions #enby angel #about Kalira

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amphtaminedreams · 4 years

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A/W 2020 Fashion Month: Before Vogue Went Blank

Hi to anyone reading,

I’m sorry this post is so late! I really have no excuse apart from all my mental energy being taken up by shooting and editing my Euphoria lookbook up until now and me being too much of a lazy, nap-loving twat to face the mammoth task of a fashion month review; honestly, by the time it’s done, it’s like a dissertation-level amount of characters, so let’s say the final push to get this out is in sympathy with all my 3rd year friends I started uni with finishing their ACTUAL dissertations.

Things have got scary since I originally started saving the photos for this post, and the world has been turned upside down. In response to the COVID-19 pandemic, the likes of which have not been seen since the Spanish Flu, Italian Vogue’s April cover was blank. As I’m writing this, 26,000+ people have died of coronavirus in Italy, the worst affected country behind the U.S in terms of sheer numbers ( though quick update: as I post this, I’m pretty sure our incompetent prick of a PM has made sure we’re up there too). Proportionally, the actual death rate is even higher, along with a handful of other European countries. There have been some complaints made about the cover and it’s supposed “lack of imagination”; all I know is that in a country whose death toll accounts for 10% of worldwide coronavirus deaths, something of a visual silence feels appropriate.

That being said, for me, writing is one of the only things giving me a sense of purpose right now. Yeah, surprise surprise, working in a grocery store isn’t all that fulfilling. Who would’ve thought it? So what better time to reflect on a time when all the rich people of the world were going about their lives as usual and sitting front row at fashion week rather than crying on Instagram live to their millions of followers about how trapped they feel in their 10 bedroom mansions.

I’ve got to say, this year’s A/W offerings were a lot better than I expected, mostly due to the fact that I’m not generally a big fan of winter fashion; it’s hard to be disappointed given my preconceptions! There’s only so many knits and coats and jeans you can see before it begins to get a bit tiring, and I expected that to be reflected in the presentations. Fortunately, even the brands which are known for their bohemian, Coachella-esque collections generally managed to translate that into something recognisable and consistent on the runway whilst actually being weather appropriate. Of course, there were a few disappointments-I’m sure if I say one of them begins with D, you can guess which brand I’m talking about-but that was more than made up for by the standouts. Gucci in particular was my 2013 Tumblr wet dream and the Moschino show was what I can only describe as a live continuation of Sofia Coppola’s Marie Antoinette, though I’ll stop with my praise there and wait til I get to actually reviewing before I go overboard with kissing Alessandro Michele’s ass. And on that note, in chronological order, I’ll get one with the reviews! First up, Acne:

Continuing on a winning streak when it comes to catering to my personal preferences (if someone tries to tell me designers don’t care about my personal preferences I’m going to whack out that “just found out the world doesn’t revolve around me, shocked and upset” Marina Diamandis tweet), Acne once again channels futuristic hippy commune living in a dystopian wasteland. I know, those are very specific personal preferences

I love the shredded hems and the burnt velvet, the rawness of it all, and the baroque/your-nan’s-wallpaper patterns are actually a surprisingly nice touch. I imagine if Giselle from Enchanted had to make her dresses out of a thrifty goth’s curtains rather than an upper-middle-class New Yorker’s, they’d look something like this collection. You’ve even got the odd bit of classic fresh Scandi tailoring in there with the oversized coats and blazers which holds it back from being a bit TOO flea market. Plus, the renaissance painting detailing on the black leather-look coat is a stunning detail as well; I’m so glad it seems this trend is here to stay, why wouldn’t I want random nude bodies all over my clothes?

As for the styling, I can’t get enough of the tousled hair. As an eternally tired person who can't be arsed to pick up a brush most of the time, I feel represented. Along with the outfits, it says “I’m an art student/transient painter in the 70s living in a city loft who smokes a lot of weed and does acid on the regular” and that is a life worth manifesting.

Alberta Ferretti was dreamy, and a perfect example of how to translate the bohemian aesthetic of their S/S show to A/W. Somehow despite the furs, ruffles (pussy-bows under tailored jackets and knits/generally heavier pieces always looks really chic imo), tulle, metallic tapestry style prints and chunky jewellery, it all still looks very effortless, like a natural continuation of what we saw last summer; the typically masculine structure of the oversized suits with the ornate patterns and the accessories lends to the careful navigation along the line where maximalism and minimalism meet, the looks as practical as they are decorative. Picture it: you work some high-flying, powerful job in the city, commute on a motor cycle and roll up in one of these suit sets. This collection is for the edgy businesswoman who is completely comfortable telling all the twattish males she works with where to stick it and I want to be her.

The evening gowns are, of course, stunning too. In this analogy where I am a powerful businesswoman and not a pushover who works at a grocery store right now and only beefs with rude customers, I would be wearing one of them to the boujie work Christmas party. The ruffled dresses remind me of something Valentino would put out with the colour palette and the ruffles, and whilst we’re on the topic of colour palettes, this one is beautiful. The lilac and hot pink is SO right.

Though predictable, Alessandra Rich is just as much of a treat as usual, the first brand you’d go to if you were styling a throwback it-girl, Chanel Oberlin in Scream Queens if it took place 30 years earlier. Reminiscent of an amalgamation of vintage Chanel and Versace, there are so many cute details I love here, from the white tights with the black heels and the double breasted blazers to the gold chainlink belts and the pearls. The tartan suits with the shoulder padding are very Heathers, the prints the best of your mum’s 80s wardrobe, and nobody else out there is doing bows as well as this; these are the outfits that prissy bitch wears in the cartoons of my childhood that turn out to actually be quite good fashion inspo 15 years later, Trixie Tang from Fairly Odd Parents I’m looking at you.

This girl was the blueprint.

I think someone like Lilly Collins or Daphne Groeneveld would be an ideal fit for any of these looks, or Lana Del Rey if she wanted to stop serving us middle-aged suburban soccer mom and took us back to those H&M ad campaign days. Lana stans please don’t come for me for saying that, I am one of you; I say this because I love her. It’s all altruistic.

Whilst I admittedly didn’t love it as much as last summer’s, I really enjoyed the Alexander McQueen collection too, plus I had a better idea of what to expect this time round; no, we’re not gonna get a repeat of the Plato’s Atlantis show but we do always get some beautiful pieces. Again, like with Alberta Ferretti, this seems like a natural continuation of what we saw in the summer, just with adjustments made for the colder, darker, and altogether moodier months. A/W being the gothier older sister of S/S, it seems right that a lot of the looks turn their back on the ethereal, almost fairy-like feel of what we saw before and embrace the vampier side, reds and blacks (the ultimate Bratz Rock Angels colour combination), plenty of dramatic structures and formidable suit sets. It’s punk but it’s classy, and even with the lighter pieces, we’ve got the grunge inspired harnesses on top to contrast with the elegance and effectively, toughen the whole look up, something Gucci does well too.

The patterned suits with the clunky boots in particular are very cool and I need a gun metal grey heart detailing harness, but undoubtedly the MOMENT of this collection is Adut Akech in what appears to be a silver chainmail dress. She looks like an Amazonian goddess, and whilst I could never dream of pulling something like that off myself, I could happily admire her in it for hours.

There wasn’t much to get excited about at Altuzarra. The collection was very elegant for sure and the feathered belts are cute but it was all quite pedestrian and nothing new-the only detail I really like is the cut out on the second dress from the left, 3rd row down.

As for Anna Sui:

I’m not altogether sure why I wanted to review it. A lot of the outfits as a whole are a bit messy, and not in that avant-garde, expensive-looking Margiela kind of way, just in a “how many fabrics can we possibly get on this model” kind of way. Plus, the styling seems weirdly outdated-a lot of the jewellery looks like the kind of thing you’d see if you searched “gothic choker” on Ebay and ordered the results from low to high, and the makeup and hair in particular is very 2012 Tumblr fashion blogger. Backcombed hair and red lipstick? We’ve got a Zoella thumbnail on our hands.

When the collection did go down the bohemian route though (and when that route wasn’t a failed attempt at what Etro does a lot better), there were a few nice pieces and prints. I mean you really can’t go wrong with a teal fur trimmed coat.

Ashish, on the other hand, took their aesthetic from a similar era and did it a lot more creatively and kookily; this collection looks a lot more deserving of being on a runway. The prints are so loud and costume-y that at times the garments risk looking like something you’d wear at a decades themed dress up party, but they’re saved by understated and much more commercial silhouettes, plus some gorgeous hair and make up. On the whole, very groovy, unintentional disco queen, despite the few risks that didn’t quite pay off.

Next is a brand I always look forward to. In the words of Myrtle Snow:

BALENCIAGA!

Seriously though, if any brand knows how to blend costume and high fashion, it’s them. They take over-the-top, almost absurd silhouettes and turn them into theatre. This year we’re taking it in the direction of Phantom of the Opera, I guess? Dracula? The Woman in Black? An off-broadway production of Harry Potter where Snape is the protagonist? Whatever the direction of the collection is, I live for the dramatics of it all. Demna Gvasalia got these models walkin’ down the runway like they’re members of the Volutri, which is a reference you should all understand given the renaissance Twilight is having online atm.

Straight off the bat, I adore the staging, and all the models are exquisite-the theme of the show was climate change, and I always love when there’s a story behind the presentation of the clothes. I can’t imagine how amazing this must have been to witness in person, though I’m guessing equal parts mystical and intimidating. There are so many things I love here: billowing coats, cinched in waists, the pattens that are sprinkled sparingly in amongst the black, and the bloody shoulder pads that almost run PARALLEL to the model’s necks. This is really a collection that Myrtle Snow would be proud of and brb whilst I get rid of my padlock necklaces in favour of putting whatever meagre amount I can get for them on Depop towards a Balenciaga padlock belt (as if, lol, I don’t even think selling my soul would cover it).

And then there’s Balmain, which isn’t always the fashion critic’s favourite, but which I do tend to like.

I mean there are some really good takeaways here-though the 80s inspired suit, as wearable as they are, can get a little repetitive, they are staples which here seem to pave the way for Olivier Rousteing to try something new for the brand. The moulded breast plates (reminiscent of the Tom Ford one Zendaya wore though I’m not sure which came first!), for example, along with the Matador-style capes and the flowing silk dresses are the most glamorous incarnation of Lara Croft one can possibly imagine, probably just as equally suited for a Roman goddess as they are for an Assassins Creed style action heroine. And yes, I am aware of the fact that Tomb Raider and Assassins Creed are two separate games, okay! I just don’t know enough about the visuals of either to firmly plant this collection in the camp of either one, so I’m going down the crossover route with it!

Not to say there weren’t any bad choices-I omitted a good portion of the looks that were shown; there were definitely pieces that I found to be a little tacky, particularly a recurring chain print which has got to be one of my least favourite patterns out there. Overall, though, it’s gonna be the richly coloured art-deco prints, the wet-look boots and the gem-encrusted scorpion brooch which stick with me, so I’ll let it slide.

Bottega Veneta was very meh; even of the looks I picked out, there are a lot I’m now looking back at and wishing I hadn’t included. Some of the men’s pieces are nice, sure, and I feel like one of those vaguely sick, victorian ghost looking male celebrities everyone obsesses over (Timothée Chalamet and Dane DeHaan I’m looking at you) would make those suits on the second row look fine af, but it’s mostly the womenswear that I’m here for and on this occasion it wasn’t great. A couple of the coats are nice and that’s about it. Like I really had to act as if the tassels weren’t there on a lot of the clothes and go from there because I really don’t like them in this context and if I was to veto looks purely on one of the garments having tassels, there’d be nothing to show or reference when giving my opinion on the show. They were EVERYWHERE. In a summer collection, done right, they can be a nice detail but here they just feel unnecessary and if I’m being honest, are quite ugly.

Thank god for Brock taking the sour Bottega Veneta tassel taste out of my mouth. Never a let down. Literally, everything they put out sends me into a daze of imagining I’m in some romantic drama wearing one of the pieces, in a man’s idea of “no makeup”, running round in a field looking forlorn and windswept because my ghostly lover has-

Okay, you get the picture. I’ve never read Wuthering Heights, but it goes something like that, right? If not, lets just say envisioning myself in any of these catapults me straight into some period drama where I’m born into wealth and sit by my mansion window looking sad all the time and writing poetry and lusting over some stuffy upper-class man I can’t have and who is probably played by Colin Firth because I’m pretty sure that’s what happens in most of them (about to enrage my future English lit undergraduate sister with that line).

Nobody does modest, muted sexy to such a masterful degree. I mean, when Maison Marigela did face veils I was just mildly afraid, but here they’re subtle enough that they’re quite beautiful and almost other-worldly, acting as some kind of boundary between this world and the past that Brock aims to recapture through its designs-the red lip popping out from underneath is a perfect touch too. I don’t like it AS much as the summer collection but I would say that’s solely on the basis of the more autumn/winter appropriate colour scheme and the heavier fits, which is just a personal preference. I mean, I’m usually not a fan of empire waistlines at all and Brock even manages to make that work.

Burberry this season was a real mixed bag, mostly due to the styling. There are some really gorgeous, London back alley vintage shop looking pieces, especially the 70s style coats, reminiscent of outerwear a slimy record exec would've worn back in the day repurposed by someone like Alexa Chung or Zoe Kravitz or whichever effortlessly cool woman it is we all want to be-also the private boy’s school rugby gear looking shit is classic Burberry and I’m a fan of that, even though it’s not the most inventive or exciting. I just don’t get why there had to be SO much ill-fitting plaid over ill-fitting plaid. Again, like with Bottega Veneta, I thought the menswear was a lot stronger; whilst I wasn’t really wowed by anything, it seemed a lot less forced, whereas a few of the womenswear looks gave me the vibe of a design team desperately grasping onto some ill-conceived ideas of street style and relevancy.

The design team at Carolina Herrera for example, know their niche. They never try to be something they’re not, always sublimely preppy and pretty and predictable-when it comes to target market, the bag is reliably secured. Laid- back princess dresses never get old for those constantly “summering” in one expensive coastal town or another, for the rich American moms attending charity galas and the Spencer Hastings and Blair Waldorfs of the world; women with glossy hair and fresh faces who act as if they woke up looking like that polished but are actually anal as hell and take 2 hours to get ready and would NEVER, I repeat NEVER, shit in a public toilet.

Yes, I managed to worm toilet habits into a review of a Carolina Herrera collection. I’m sorry. Enough with the pearl clutching.

Next is Celine:

I mean, when there are THIS many looks, it’s hard not to find something you like, and though VERY predictable and verging on lazy when you’re putting out the same shit every collection, Celine’s aesthetic is so similar to my own ideal style, it’s hard to be mad at it. That being said, a lot of the pieces, as per usual, came across as cheap YSL knock offs; the overall outfits are cute, but the more you look at the details-it particularly pained me to include a metal bow belt and an ill-fitting velvet skater skirt but I liked the rest of the outfits-the worse it gets. Please, PLEASE someone drive it home to Hedi Slimane, I’m begging you: QUALITY NOT QUANTITY. I get what he’s going for, 70s hipster Jane Birkin is a vision I can very much get behind, but not when it seems to be so rushed.

With the men’s looks, you can get away with it a lot more; when so much of menswear is so plain and unchanging, the slightest hint of Mick Jagger is enough to make a outfit edgy. But even then, I still feel like we’re seeing a load of variations of the same outfit. There are always some pieces that catch my eye, this time round the capes and the velvet blazers, and I would wear most of these things, sure, however I don’t think the combinations SHOULD necessarily look like something I’d personally put together; a runway collection is supposed to be aspirational and cutting edge, not pedestrian (entirely intentional self-drag, lol). Also, side note, the lack of diversity really bothered me. 111 looks and not one of these models has a body type that is naturally achievable for most people. It’s 2020 for fuck’s sake. I’m tired.

SO, let’s liven things up a bit with the Central Saint Martins collection, a breath of fresh air in terms of diversity (though a few more plus-size models would be nice):

As a former University of London student, I hate to heap praise upon them. If you’ve studied in London as well, you’ll know CSM students are ANNOYING. I mean, I’m sure they’re lovely as individuals but you can’t fully understand the meaning of the word pretentious until you’ve seen a group of them at a Uniqlo Tate Late. That being said, they are very good at what they do and I’m so glad that Vogue Runway includes them; this is what Off-White thinks it is, and really it makes sense that a bunch of current fashion students are able to come together to present one of the most experimental and forward-thinking shows of this season.

And let’s talk about the RANGE. From catsuits worthy of comic book heroes to dresses Twiggy would’ve worn in a 1960s editorial, every subgenre of fashion has been fully delved into here. Whilst we’ve got the adrogyny of the suits and suspenders combo and kitschy gender-bending co-ords David Bowie would be proud of, at the other end of the scale we’ve also got models walking down the runway dressed like wood nymphs or some other kind of siren-like creatures. There’s looks that wouldn’t be out of place in a Gucci or Come Des Garcons collection but at that same time would be equally at home in a Berlin techno club.

Honestly, credit where credit’s due-it was a really interesting show and I wouldn’t expect anything less.

Chanel was quite literally the polar opposite of the CSM show.

Very blah.

It’s crazy because before you properly get INTO fashion, Chanel is like the epitome of style. And then you do, and you see the runway shows get lazier and lazier (with some exceptions) every year, and you realise that same prestige that had you aware of Chanel at the age of 7 or 8 is literally all that’s keeping the brand going at this point. I’m not saying the collection is flat out ugly, a lot of it’s cute, but you’re CHANEL for fuck’s sake. Yeah, I like the crucifixes but SCALLOPED HEMS!? No. I do NOT recall travelling back in time to witness Primark’s Spring 2013 collection on the runway and I am NOT having it.

It’s not at all surprising that a lot of the time newer brands Charlotte Knowles (above) tend to be more interesting than those more established-and yes that was a Chanel indirect if the transition wasn’t obvious.

With no room to rest on laurels or reputation, everything has to be bolder and smarter and more distinctive and most importantly, has to appeal to its target market with the fervour of an L.A sign spinner. I only found out about Charlotte Knowles because of a Vogue article citing her as Bella Hadid’s new favourite brand to wear, and once I saw the collection, it was clear why; daringly modern, slick, and edgy is both her street style (say what you want about her as a model but her outfit game is unbeaten) and Knowles’ USP to a T. If Dion Lee, Off-White, GCDS and Acne had an orgy, this would be the result, and that is a GOOD compliment.

Next, Chloe:

Not a huge amount to say, to be honest. Low-key, wearable, and cute. Like Emma Roberts’ Nancy Drew if she did an autumn exchange program at the Sorbonne and studied art history, libraries and coffee shops on the weekdays and galleries and protests at the weekend. On reflection, that definitely makes this collection sound more exciting than it is but there are some effortlessly beautiful pieces here. The 4th row in particular is full of stand outs-the vest with the watercolour faces on with the shirt underneath is perfection, and the burgundy suit with the saffron ruffled collar peeking out from underneath is adorable and not at all reminiscent of the Ronald McDonald inspired nightmare that any combination of red and yellow tones should theoretically be.

As for Christian Siriano, I see why people hate it, I really do. I understand that it seems kinda unfair to have it show the same week as Brock and Rodarte and Oscar de La Renta. We’re talking 2 very different kinds of quality here. BUT, at pure face value, his clothes are FUN, plus Coco Rocha will always have a special place in my heart as someone who lived on The Face and America’s Next Top Model and every show that could possibly give me an unhealthy body image ever.

Like are you telling me you wouldn’t wear these dresses to a party!? Live a little. They just need tailoring...which ideally would be done BEFORE the model’s walking down the runway in it but...you know...can’t have it all.

Christopher Kane is a show I always look forward to.

I would say his designs are the only thing that make geometry look fun but I’m going to expose myself and admit that would be a lie because I actually found geometry really fun. Trigonometry was my shit, lol.

He is a designer who perfectly demonstrates that juggling interseasonal consistency and taking risks can be done. There’s always something DIFFERENT about his collections, fresh and subtly experimental. There are occasionally a few misses, sure, but I’d rather that than for a brand to keep playing safe, plus he never goes too far in the opposite direction either; no going weird for the sake of weird. I don’t like it AS much as the summer collection but it’s mostly because of the more muted, autumn/winter appropriate colour palette.

Comme Des Garçons? Too weird?

Never.

Honestly when it comes to a CDG collection, I have to really shift my perspective to appreciate it. I’m not looking at fashion presentation, I’m looking at a moving piece of experimental art. I know, it’s a stretch. But you know you’ll never be bored by one of their shows. Not gonna lie, this specific collection crossed the line into plain ugly a couple of times for me. We had padding so extravagant it looked like several models were walking round with Ikea pillows stuck to their chest and headdresses reminiscent of the kids’ game Headbandz. In amongst that though, we did get some gorgeous veils like the ones seen above and the shoes and socks combo is actually quite wearable.

I’d say Dilara Findikoglu is the cut-off point after which things get a little too avant-garde for my personal taste, and it hovers over that cut-off point flawlessly; despite the other-worldly elements of her collections, they remain somewhat grounded by nods towards conventional fashion that allow the beauty, be it inner or outer, of the wearer to shine through. Comme Des Garcons garments undeniably have character but they tend to swallow up any trace of the individual underneath, whereas the character of Dilara Findikoglu garments seamlessly merges with the wearer and in turn elevates both to something transcendent and ethereal. If the Pussycat Dolls got transported into a rugged, post-apocalyptic future, they’d scrape together these outfits to perform in, I know it; the energy of the collection, with the body jewellery and the frayed cut outs and the chalk white faces, is very warrior princess, just as raw and intimidating as it is hot as fuck, and I want that energy in my life. Along with a Dilara belt, of course. I would wear her name like a badge of honour anytime she wants. Dilara, pls pls let me be part of your tribe. PLEASE.

Anyway, this is where I thought I’d cut things off, so as to end on a positive note. You know what that means: Dior is coming up. I feel bad knowing my first post was defending Maria Grazia and yet here I am now, looking at the bar down on the floor, but I mean, you never know; maybe girl is doing this on purpose and one day she’s gonna come out with a Gucci level quality show like a phoenix from the ashes.

If you got this far, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING even if you’re just here for the pics. Part 2 will be covering some of my most anticipated shows from Elie Saab, Fendi and Etro to Gucci and Moschino, Miu Miu and Marc Jacobs, and everything in between. Yes, the shitty ones too.

I’m plowing through all the material as quick as I can so I hope to get the next post up really soon, and yes-you can count on the overwhelming sense of needing to be productive pushing me into fulfilling that statement.

Thanks again and I hope you’re well!

Lauren x

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