Depending on source this is a Showgirl costume for an early Paramount
Picture- some say the costume was most likely designed by Travis Banton
or Howard Greer
/ Other sources described this as Ziegfeld Follies Showgirl with Pearls
necklace and feathers’ headgear. Whatever the case her headdress is
awesome. ca. 1920′s
pairing: reader x jeon jungkook themes: smut / high school! au word count: 4.3k summary: what’s a teenage house party without a few fun and games? you’re trapped in a bedroom with soccer star, jeon jungkook, for a whole thirty uninterrupted minutes — but apparently it only takes eleven for the two of you to get better acquainted. ( a/n:i’m still on the fence about making this a series, so if you guys want me to keep the kook smut train running - speak or forever hold your peace !!EDIT: this will be a series! )
When I first designed Lukida I drew her with this purple feather necklace. She got it one day when she had to do the day watch dutie in her village. She watched a pegasus flying around (actually the first pegasus she had ever seen) and later found one of it’s feathers. That’s basically the story why she left her secluded home village to travel to Equestria.
Can I request a oneshot about Damian’s first Christmas, but
like he and the other batboys are batmom and Bruce’s biological sons???—anon
So I took this one to mean baby Damian! So I imagined Dick, Jason, and Tim at around 11, 9, and 5 respectively, and Damian at 8-9 months old (since idk when his birthday is). Enjoy batmom and her little birds!
“Come on Jason! Give it back! I had it
first!” Dick complains to his younger brother. Jason pulls the remote control
farther away from Dick in an attempt to keep it to himself. The miniature
Batmobile it controls jerks awkwardly when Dick knocks one of the joysticks
while grabbing it.
“But it’s my Christmas present!” Jason
yells and jerks the controller closer to his body.
“No it’s not! Yours is a motorcycle!”
Dick yells back at him with a yank on the remote. The two continue yelling at
each other when you walk into the room with Damian on your hip.
“Hey! Boys! Not in the house. These are
outside toys,” you try to get their attention, but they just keep yelling at
each other. Feeling a twinge of annoyance, you turn on your ultimate mom voice
and face. “Jason Peter! Richard John!” the two stop short at the sound of their
full first and middle names and stare at you wide eyed. “Do not make me tell
you again. Not. In. The. House.”
“Yes, ma’am,” they both say in unison.
Jason drops the remote and Dick puts it behind his back sheepishly.
“Thank you,” you say walking over to
the couch. “You two have plenty of other toys that you can play with right
“Jay, you wanna battle each other in
Pokémon?” Dick suggests.
“Sure,” Jason says with a smile, and
the two run off to grab their handheld games as if nothing had even happened.
You roll your eyes at your boys and hold Damian up in the air as you land on
the couch. The rush causes your baby bird to scream with laughter, and you
can’t help but smile at your youngest son. You tickle his sides and he laughs
A pitter patter of feet distracts you
as Tim runs into the living room, still excited with his new toy.
“Mommy look! It’s Superman!” he says
while holding up his new action figure.
“I see that, Timmy Bird. Do you like your Christmas present from
“Uh huh,” he says with a smile before
running off while flying his action figure.
“I still don’t understand why it had to
be Superman,” Bruce says from the doorway. Damian starts to wiggle in your lap
so you let him on the floor to crawl to his father. He gets about halfway there
before he gets distracted by the bows that were on the wrapped presents.
“He almost got Tim a Superman costume,
but I talked him out of it. I knew that would be a real blow to your
self-esteem,” you shoot at your husband with a smirk.
“Ha ha,” he fakes a laugh and picks
Damian up to toss him in the air, erupting another string of happy squeals from
your son. Your heart softens at the sight of Bruce holding Damian in his arms
and you get up to stand next to him, placing one hand on Bruce’s shoulder and
straightening Damian’s green and red onesie with the other.
“He has your eyes,” you lean on Bruce’s
“Well he has your smile,” Bruce looks
at you. “I hope this Christmas was memorable for you, Y/N.”
“Of course it was! It’s Damian’s first
Christmas,” you look at your husband. “And I had all of my little birds with
me. Plus a stray bat.”
Bruce chuckles. “Speaking of,” he says
and passes Damian to you. “I have one more gift for you.” He pulls a small box
out of his pocket.
Damian grunts and points to the floor.
Taking the hint, you let him down so he can play with his toys. With a raised
eyebrow, you take the box from Bruce and open it to find a beautiful silver
necklace with four feather charms and a bat shaped diamond one.
“A feather for each bird and a bat to
protect them at night,” Bruce says as he leans closer to you, wrapping an arm
around your waist.
“Oh, Bruce,” you can feel your eyes
getting misty at how very well thought out and sentimental the necklace is. “I
absolutely love it,” you say before kissing him.
“And I love you,” Bruce murmurs,
resting his forehead against yours. “And I love our little birds, too.”
Your tender moment is interrupted by
Jason yelling from the doorway. “Alfred! Mom and Dad are kissing again!”
“Merry Christmas,” Bruce chuckles at
Jason’s disgusted yelling.
“It is a Merry Christmas,” you smile back at your wonderful
husband, and think about your perfectly imperfect little family.
what I wished to do is, I wished to win your heart through unimaginable beauty of my writing (since there was no other way; if it were, I might have used things– a velvet dark-green dress, a necklace of diamonds, a feather fan (everything would have worked)) but I indeed did not succeed