Hi! Say where is the vampire dress from this post post/159949359737/unwanted-guests-oh-my-would-you-look-at-the-time?
That dress is by Skell and you can grab the custom version here. My vampire uses a default version made by Tangsims. It looks like the post was deleted. I’ve re-uploaded it here, in case you want it ^^
It’s 1952 in Oxford University, and Susan Pevensie is leaving the Lady Margaret Hall library for the last time.
Her classmates will be sorry to see her go - ask any of them “Who’s the young woman with dark hair and a blue coat?” and they’ll say “what, you don’t know Susan Pevensie? You must be new.”
But most of her friends don’t actually know that much about her. They’ll agree that she’s compassionate and charismatic, “and brighter than you’d think she’d have a right to be, with looks like hers - how come she gets beauty and brains?” but nobody knows anything about her childhood. Or her family.
“She’s lost someone,” says a first-year student with a permanent air of exam-induced panic, “she came here on an inheritance from somebody, and I’ll bet anything it’s her parents because she never talks about them, but we’ve all lost someone, you know? From the war or not, it doesn’t matter. Nobody’s going to make her talk.”
She’s graduating head of her class with a degree in Politics, Philosophy, and Economics; she wants to change the world, but really who expects her to do that? There’s a Queen on the throne and a dozen-odd women in Parliament, and many think that’s enough. She’ll make the perfect wife for some politician or businessman, at least while she’s young and pretty enough to be seen and not heard.
The shadows are chilly and long this time of year, so she almost misses the older woman leaving the Principal’s office, but the other woman steps directly into her path.
“Hello, Miss Pevensie,” she says. “I’m Agent Peggy Carter. How would you feel about a job in America?”
mbc fm4u - fm date ♡ 170420 translation: sullaem via jhjh_lena topic: jonghyun’s tattoo story
jung yu mi: today we have a celebrity talk session, everyone. it’s our open talk talk corner’s first celebrity talk ever. none other than shinee’s jonghyun has sent us a message! he’s an idol, but he says he’s never gotten a tattoo before. if he does get one eventually, he promised to get his mother’s permission first, and he’s resisted for twenty eight years but finally asked her about it recently. shall we take a look?
____-nim has sent a photo. the photo shows someone’s heel with small lettering tattooed on it. [note: as can be heard from the audio clip - the conversation below between jonghyun and his mom was sent in by jonghyun but reenacted by jung yu mi and her guests.]
■ jonghyun: mom, mom. look at this. ㅎㅅㅎ
■ mama kim: uhh …, i can’t see anything.
■ jonghyun: you really can’t see it? ㅎㅡㅎ
■ mama kim: (firmly) jonghyun-ah. i don’t see anything.
■ jonghyun: aw, moo-om!! 휴ㅅ휴
■ mama kim: i’m on my way to worship now, be back later!
■ jung yu mi: oh no~! his mother keeps saying she can’t see anything.
■ guest (#1): then he won’t need her permission after all!
■ jung yu mi: do you think jonghyun-ssi has a tattoo?
■ guest (#2): he says he hasn’t gotten one, yet..
■ jung yu mi: not yet~.
■ guest (#1): what’s this?
■ guest (#2): this is, he’s considering something like this …
■ guest (#2): did he draw it himself with a pen?
■ jung yu mi: no, no. these days people look for designs on instagram and such.
■ guest (#2): he wants to get something in this style somewhere else.
■ guest (#1): oh, because he wants something like this! ah~!
■ jung yu mi: anyway, shinee jonghyun-ssi, if you do end up getting a tattoo please send us another message. thank you for your report!
Handing over the hotel room key, the old man eyed the women carefully, cocking his head and hushing his voice in a conspirator’s whisper. “Y’all two be careful now. Gotcha ol’ Room 13… no extra charge… but it is haunted.”
The key’s recipient beamed, her teeth gleaming like shafts of moonlight spilling between clouds. “Zelda!” she all but shouted, “we have a haunted room!”
“Oh!” the other guest responded, “I wonder if it is anyone we know!”
The innkeeper eyed the two women warily as they hiked up their skirts and walked… ‘hm, are they gliding?’ he mused to himself… up the long, narrow staircase. ‘Must be newlyweds, rushin’ off,’ he mumbled aloud, smiling.
While waiting for the next customer, he took a white towel and began to fold it into a rough “ghost” shape. It lacked finesse and detail, but he adored surprising his guests and often placed them on the bed in empty rooms before check ins.
The witches, the inn’s newest lodgers, watched from the balcony. “We ought enchant one for him,” Zelda whispered to Penny. “At least one.”
“We will scare him to death! He is an old man!”
“No, no, we will be careful about it,” Zelda replied, opening a channel to attract passing spirits. “Just a small haunt, enough to scare up more business. Nothing more.”
Penny thought it over. “Well,” biting her lip in excitement, “you make a phantasmally fantastic point.” She joined in the spell’s crafting.