Share A Snippet About Clothes

🧢 share a snippet about clothes

Thank you for the Ask, @clairelsonao3!

I have some snippets that mention clothes, and though they're not necessarily the main focus clothes certainly play an important role in starting these interactions. I chose two:

(Misunderstandings at the Imperial Masquerade. A bittersweet snippet from Luciya's POV)

They walked into the Great Hall, where the festivities of the week were about to start. Tonight, the Glimmering Waltzes would be the talk of the Capital.

Luciya groaned. “I look like a baby pigeon that fell from a tree. I mean - look at this dress, it’s not even fitted. I’m sure Lady Avaline chose this as a cruel joke, because nothing explains this.” She pouted, looking down at her wonky and bland grey dress and pointing at her unimpressive mask.

Still, she looked just like any of the other maids in the castle, which had technically been her unwanted occupation for a couple of years now. It was supposed to be a good thing, no one could recognize or catch her in this costume, but she still envied those who actually got to enjoy the finest of the festivities she used to dream about. 

“On the bright side, you won’t have everyone looking at your every move like hungry vultures. I feel like a damn preened peacock”  Quinn chuckles, gesturing to all of him. It seemed like there wasn’t an inch of him that wasn’t covered in the burdensome myriad of shimmering jewelry that adorned his flowy and gold-trimmed silk clothes. A walking gemstone. 

“You do have a point, but at least you get to look I don't know, pretty.”

The words soured as soon as she spoke them, and Luciya wished she could take them back. She had meant them as a compliment - just hadn’t realized soon enough that she’d chosen the worst one. It’s that specific word, Luciya scolded herself, she should’ve chosen anything else. Quinn blinked a couple times, before he quickly shook his head. He tried to laugh it off, but he had gone paler than the statues around the now bustling great hall.

Pretty thing. She suddenly recalled what Quinn patrons had often called him.

Luciya grimaced, hating herself even more as she remembered that. How could she have forgotten? She had accidentally all but rubbed salt in that fresh wound. More than nothing, she wanted to take her careless previous comment back before she even said it.

“It would seem so,” Quinn answered her previous comment, barely audible through the masquerade’s rising music. The faint touch of bitterness in his voice faded away into a sigh as straightened his posture, placing the party’s golden mask, that had been chosen for him, over his expertly expressionless face. Before she could fix her mistake, her friend continued with his trademark carefully crafted smile.

“Anyways, the party is about to start,” Quinn said out loud, words perfectly smooth despite her recent slip-up. He continued, lowering his voice so that only she could hear what he was about to say. “If our friend’s plan is going to work, this is as perfect of a time as we’re ever going to get. When the masquerade reaches its peak, you’ll slip away to the gardens, unseen. You get to the gardens, give Cassander the information, get that scroll in return, and come back before the last song ends. The Emperor wants the masquerade to last until dawn, so I don’t believe timing will be much of a problem for us.”

Right, there was no time to wallow in feelings or how they looked, Luciya reminded herself. They had work to do, and there were lives on the line. She nodded. 

“I know a small hallway that leads down the palaces. It’s only ever used by the nobles - and the occasional servant - but now that they’re all here, the hallway should be empty. I’ll get in and get out before the songs even finish.”

Quinn nodded at her, a mix of satisfaction and worry where his eyes peeked through the mask. He turned to walk away with a playful flourish. “And I’ll make sure to put up a good show.”

He smirked, and turned away, smoothly walking to his assigned seat at the high tables. 

A curious realization (A snippet from Darian's POV)

Darian could almost feel Seira staring at him but said nothing until his curiosity got the better of him. "What are you doing?" Darian asked, amusedly.

Seira, patted her chin, pensively, before pointing at his cape as they walked.

"Darian, I'm pretty sure my uncle made that cloak." She paused, tugging at the fabric so that she could pull one of the edges closer to her eyes, and hummed. "Yeah, it even has his signature stitch pattern on the velvet trim. Interesting."

Darian huffed out a chuckle. "Wait, are you serious? Let me see." He leaned closer to the edge of the cloak she was holding up, finally recognizing the patterns. "I'll be damned... I never even realized that."

"Well, well, well, would you look at that," Seira smiled warmly, throwing an arm over her friend's shoulder "It seems our Rebel Boy got clothes made by the finest and most highbrow tailor in all of the Free Realms."

She laughed. "Oh, I would pay to see the look on his face if my uncle ever found out the rebel heir was his number one client. Oh, that would've been precious to witness."

Darian looked at her, a sly smirk on his face as he giggled.

"What can I say, I am a man of good tastes."

Seira shook her head playfully. "I'm glad to see you haven't changed a bit in the past three years."

In front of them, Lukan looked over his shoulder, almost stumbling into a moving cart. "Would you two focus? You're going to make me make a wrong turn and lose the address - and then we'll have a real problem on our hands. Be more careful and less loud."

Darian felt Seira snort out a laugh. "Since when did you get so bossy, Luk?" She asked playfully, though Darian noticed her moves becoming more cautious, like Lukan had suggested.

Lukan didn't turn around. "Ever since you dragged me into this city which I'd rather forget." The mercenary answered drily, before looking around, talking to himself. "... Now if we continue through here - No, wait, there. Yeah, that's it. How can one place change so much in so few years, my Gods...?"

Seira nudged Darian, who was staring concernedly at their unwitting guide's struggle to figure out where they should go from here. "Don't worry, he usually gets it right after a few tries - well most of the time."

WIP'S THEMES TAG

Tagged by: @tabswrites

Rules: Bold the themes that appear in your WIP (and italicize those that are loosely covered) then tag 10 people.

I'll do this for my main WIP The Last Wrath

THEMES:

addiction | beauty | betrayal | change vs. tradition | chaos vs. order | circle of life | coming of age | communication | convention vs. rebellion | corruption | courage | crime and law | dangers of ignorance | darkness and light | death | desire to escape | dreams | displacement | empowerment | facing darkness | facing reality | faith vs. doubt | fall from grace | fame and fortune | family | fate | fear | fear of failure | free will | friendship | fulfillment | good vs. bad | government | greed | guilt and forgiveness | hard work | heroism | hierarchy | honesty | hope | identity crisis | immortality | independence | individual vs. society | inner vs. outer strength | innocence | injustice | isolation | knowledge vs. ignorance | life | loneliness | lost love | love | man vs. nature | manipulation | materialism | motherhood | nature | nature vs. nurture | oppression | optimism | peer pressure | poverty | power | power of words | prejudice | pride | progress | quest | racism | rebirth | relationships | religion | responsibility | revenge | sacrifice | secrets | self-awareness | self-preservation | self-reliance | sexuality | social class structure | survival | technology | temptation and destruction | time | totalitarianism | weakness | vanity | war | wealth | wisdom of experience | youth

Gently Tagging: @the-arigen, @clairelsonao3, @writernopal, @exquisitecrow, @cabbojage, @rickie-the-storyteller, @your-absent-father, @liv-is, @doublegoblin, @anoelleart and OPEN TAG (anyone else who wants to do this)

Three Random Facts!

I was tagged by the awesome @doublegoblin for this one!

Rules: If you get this, answer with three random facts about yourself and send it to the last seven blogs in your notifications!

Gently tagging: @exquisitecrow, @lyutenw, @clairelsonao3, @cabbojage, @late-to-the-fandom, @rickie-the-storyteller, and OPEN TAG

Fact 1: I am a major DnD fan and love anything to do with the wonderful worlds of this game (though I've yet to play Baldur's Gate 3). Currently, I am working with my friends on a DnD Campaign set in Exandria, where I play as a half-elf rogue sorcerer (and also "DM" but our campaign is mostly improv). I adore Legend of Vox Machina, and absolutely loved the new "DnD: Honor Among Thieves" movie.

Fact 2: I know how to play the piano - started music classes way back when I was five years old - though I don't currently have as much time to do so as I would have liked. However, I plan to get back to it during this year's holiday vacation, and I really want to learn how to play the theme of the anime movie"Sword of The Stranger" on the piano.

Fact 3: My all-time favorite ice cream flavors are: pistachio, chocolate, pineapple, vanilla, and any kind of berry flavor (unless it is blueberry which I don't like).

Happy STS! I arrive with a character ask this week! If one of your characters emptied their bag/satchel/purse, what would we find among their personal effects? Crumpled receipts? Forgotten snacks? Wads of cash? More knives than they'd care to admit? Tell me about it!

Happy Storyteller Saturday! Thank you for the Ask, @writernopal!

I'll do this for a few of my characters from The Last Wrath, with a list of what you'd find in their satchels/bags!

Raelen Ashiren: A rolled-up page ripped from a rare royal tome of spells, spare daggers, her overflowing and worn-out journal where she writes her discoveries and magical studies, at least two bottles of healing salves and a roll of bandages, a water canteen, and leather gloves.

Lukan Velterin: Two sets of lock picks, a small hammer, overall gear for breaking into places he is not supposed to, a small flask of wine, extra blades (more than he should have), an old coin purse with stolen gold from at least five different kingdoms, random pickpocketed knick-knacks and a lilac silk handkerchief.

Sybil Rihdel: Candy wrapped in old parchment, extra strings for her lute, stolen rings and jewelry of all kinds, a pocket knife, a bottle of nightshade leaves she stole from an apothecary and now doesn't know how to use, random prank stuff, and a rock she insisted on naming "Timmy the Pebble" just to annoy Nyx.

Fabian Anynth: A full canteen of water, dry rations for exactly two days of travel, three rolls of bandages and a large bottle of a disinfectant potion, the bracelet Luciya made for him when they were kids (on the very rare occasions he is not wearing it on his wrist), fast-acting poison to put on his blades, a small whetstone, a spare scarf, and a set of different kinds of extra runic daggers.

Darian Caelestis: POTIONS, POTIONS, AND POTIONS ✨(which may or may not be flammable. Lukan calls his satchel "The Danger Bag" because Darian has set their camp on fire at least five times by now), a bottle of the Agrannorian equivalent of coffee, meticulously clean brass goggles, thick leather gloves, a small journal for scribbling stuff + a charcoal pencil and quill, alchemy components, a small wood carved flute/whistle made for him by his mom, random stuff, and a slightly charred scarf. One time, a small reptile crawled into his bag and Darian's soul almost left his body when he reached for a potion and found the lizard instead, that was fun.

Innara Renfelli: Dry food and snacks for the road, a bottle of berry/fruit juice because she doesn't like to drink clear water, (in a small purse inside the satchel) her old necklaces and rings from when she was a noble, and not exiled (out of her old jewels, she only kept her locket around her neck), random colorful trinkets from almost every city she has gone to, many extra ribbons to tie her hair, a needle and thread for multiple uses, and many bottles of useful potions/poisons/elixirs.

And here we have it: what some of the cast from The Last Wrath would have in their bags! I hope you like this answer! (:

tag the oc over 6 ft. tall (~183cm)

It is now a skull with crossbones. Not nearly as triggering as that MF clown that was staring into my soul with a vengeance, so that's a plus.

Still distracting as hell (OCD go brrr), and it impairs the ability to like posts (as in, you have to scroll all the way down so that you don't click the skull's square perimeter - which it has for some cursed reason - instead of, you know, the like button). Thanks, I hate it ✨

2023: missives from desktop tumblr suggest that per the latest update my mutuals are being hunted by some kind of grotesque clown. staff assure us this is driven by user feedback.