@lovelylangst, I saw your idea that Voltron is hit by a spell by Haggar that makes them all revert to their original languages and I loved it so much I made a fic out of it.
I don’t know if you like your ideas being written out, so if you don’t, tell me and I’ll take it down.
Also, I kinda changed the idea a bit, so basically Pidge is perceptive and Allura is an oblivious bastard.
I don’t usually write ff alright.
Word count - 2000+
Pidge stumbled out of her lion, her bayard clasped to her chest, wheezing. Her voicebox felt like it had been clapped in hot iron, and black lightning sparked painfully from her armour where Haggar’s spell had struck Voltron. It had lanced all the way through the metal, and Pidge had heard Hunk whimper in pain.
Keith was sliding down Red’s leg. Some of his armour was shattered - no doubt from the hit - and his helmet was off. Sweat stuck to his forehead. His violet eyes were wide, and full of fear. He didn’t seem to want to look at her.
Hunk and Lance were nowhere to be seen - hiding out still in their lions, probably, like a mouse from a cat’s claws. Shiro eased himself out of his lion’s mouth. His helmet was off, too, but he looked unhurt. Voltron hadn’t won - but they’d escaped. For now, they were safe.
“Shiro! Pidge!” Allura came sprinting up to the hangar, her silvery hair flying behind her - she hadn’t bothered to tie it up. Coran was running behind her. “Lance!”
“He’s… He’s still in his lion, Coran,” stammered Pidge. “Oh, God, that was a hit… I feel all weak.”
“It must have been the komar,” deduced Coran, his hands a flurry at the scanner. “That spell Haggar devised. Do you feel like you’re going to pass out? Are you hurt?”
Pidge shook her head, shakily. “No,” she muttered. “I’m f-fine. Just shaken.”
“Keith? Shiro?” asked Allura. Her eyes were wide. “Are you hurt?”
Keith shook his head. Shiro opened his mouth to say something, but Keith, swift as a whip, stuck his hand over Shiro’s jaw. Shiro glared at him, and pulled his arm away.
There was something different about Keith’s voice.
It seemed more accented, sounding a little like Shiro’s when he mumbled to himself in Japanese. Keith didn’t seem eager to say much. He had deactivated his bayard, and was staring at it like he’d lost purpose. Pidge felt a rush of fear, down to her toes. Something was different, and if Keith was acting on it, then something was not only different, it was wrong.
“Kīsu, sore o yame nasai -”
Shiro clamped a hand over his mouth.
Pidge glanced at him, curiously. “Shiro?”
Shiro’s eyes had gone terrified. His cheeks were pale as chalk.
“Shiro?!” Allura sounded scared, her hands tugging at her hair in apprehension. “What’s happened? What was that?”
“Japanese,” Pidge said, exchanging a look with Keith. “Shiro, are you okay? You look -”
She wanted to say like death, but she felt like it might be considered a bit too rude and out of place, seeing as they had just nearly died anyway. Shiro looked like he was going to throw up. Keith, standing beside Shiro, put his arm on Shiro’s shoulder, and led him away without a word.
“What’s going on?” spluttered Coran. He was tapping at the blue lion’s leg with his communicator. “The lions are running, but Hunk’s been knocked out and Lance just won’t leave his! What’s wrong?”
“I think,” said Pidge slowly, “that something is different.”
Slav came running in, just as the blue lion’s jaw opened. The noodle alien paused, his eyes round.
“Oh, so you survived,” he said. “The probability of that was highly unlikely. Are you sure you’re alive?”
“Yes, Slav,” muttered Pidge. “Go do something else now.”
Slav didn’t move. He twisted a whisker like tendril around his mouth with his top pair of arms, like the way Coran did.
Footsteps tapped behind her, and Pidge looked back.
Lance limped towards them, taking off his shattered helmet. One eye was bruised and puffy. His knee trembled under his body weight.
“Lance!” Pidge ran up to him, but before she reached him, he collapsed, smudging blood on the floor. Allura gasped, and ran to join Pidge beside him.
Lance’s body was battered with bruises. His eyes were closed, one swollen with blood and purple. His armour was a mess, but at least he was breathing.
“Is he okay?” Allura whispered.
“I think so,” Pidge confirmed. She took off her glasses and pressed the lens to Lance’s bruise to test the severity. While she did that, Coran helped a very dazed Hunk out of his lion. He looked confused, but unhurt. Better than Lance and Shiro, at least.
“Why was Shiro speaking Japanese?” Allura asked, in an offhand voice. Pidge looked up.
“Native language,” she shrugged. “People tend to switch to their native language when they’re shocked.”
“Really?” Allura sounded interested. “What’s yours?”
Allura sighed. “English, right?”
“Yeah,” Pidge admitted, looking a little guilty.
“How’s Lance?” Pidge asked.
Coran was standing by the healing pod, twisting his moustache. He started when Pidge spoke.
“Pidge! Oh, you scared me!” He wiped his forehead. “He’s alright. He wasn’t badly injured. An hour more, and he should be raring to go!”
Coran eyed her.
“How is Shiro?”
Pidge sighed. “Still in shock. Babbling to Keith in Japanese. Clear to God Keith doesn’t understand a word of it.”
“Oh, really?” Coran looked interested. “Had Keith spoken yet?”
“No…” Pidge suddenly realised where Coran was coming from, and a jolt of horror shook her. “No, Coran. That doesn’t happen to us. Besides, neither Keith nor Lance have spoken, and they have English as their first language.”
“Not Keith,” said Coran. “His family - ignoring the Galra side - come from Korea. They moved to Texas before he was born.”
“Fine, Lance then.”
Coran glanced at her, before saying, in a controlled voice:
“Druid magic is capable of many things, Pidge.”
“It’s different, certainly.”
“So, you’re saying…” Allura tapped her nails on the table. Around her, sat Pidge, Coran, and Slav.
“Yes, princess,” said Coran, not needing the question to be finished. “Earthlings have many languages. It’s totally possible.”
“That’s true,” admitted Slav. He fiddled with his fingers, his beaklike mouth quivering.
“Admittedly,” Allura said, “you could be right. But then why is Lance not speaking? He speaks English, doesn’t he?”
“Yes, princess,” said Pidge. “That, I don’t get. He’s biracial, Cuban-American… Maybe he speaks Spanish.”
Allura snorted. “Trying to get attention, more like.”
“Hey!” Pidge retorted. “Lance isn’t like that! Don’t go like that! When he’s breaking like that, it’s dangerous!”
“Pidge, he’s like that every day!” Allura complained. She looked away from Pidge’s angry face into Coran’s concerned one. “So, I chase down Lance, and then we wait for the magic to wear off?”
“If it wears off.”
Pidge glared at Slav. “You know, for someone who’s always complaining about the odds, your pessimism doesn’t exactly help.”
Pidge fought the urge to throw Slav out the airlock.
“Princess, your idea of ‘chasing down Lance’ doesn’t seem to work in my mind,” Coran fretted. “He’s earned some rest.”
“Which he has now had!”
“Y'know, Princess,” Pidge said, trying to relieve some tension, “maybe I should just go get Lance.”
“No,” said Allura, standing up, and brushing her hair behind her in a determined fashion. “He won’t take it seriously if you deliver it. I will.”
And before anyone could say anything, Allura left, shutting the door behind her.
Her fingers stung underneath the icy feel of the doorframe. The sky-blue light swept over the stooped figure hiding in the corner. Cloaked in an olive jacket.
“Lance?” Allura stepped cautiously forward, before gasping, and taking a few hesitant steps back.
Lance was crying.
The blue paladin sat hunched, her forehead on his knees and his tan hands wrapped over his face. Tears glittered on his hands like liquid diamond, rasping unintelligible words to the floor.
“Lance!” Allura said, for the third time, but now her voice filled with panic. She didn’t know why - Lance had always irritated her, even after he had stopped his stupid flirting game - but the Lance in front of her looked like the last kind of person to flirt with a princess. What she could see of the gleam of his blue eyes he was raw with sadness.
“Oh, my god,” Allura whispered. Lance didn’t look up - had he even heard her?
She heard footsteps behind her, and saw Pidge and Keith. Both of them looked stricken. Keith had his hands over his mouth as he hurried to Lance’s side. His eyes gleamed, and he looked horrified.
Pidge stood, her hands on her bayard. She looked angrily triumphant, accusing eyes on Allura, hissing, “I told you! I swear to god I warned you!”
“I - I…” Allura didn’t have the words. She bit her lip, shaken.
Keith was whispering words in Korean, his hands in Lance’s, trying to make him look at him, wiping at Lance’s tears with the hem of his cropped jacket. Allura caught a few words off the side.
“Ulji mal-ajuseyo. Jagiya, ulji ma.” He kissed Lance’s tear-streaked cheek and wrapped his arms around him.
Allura froze. Only speaking one language. Keith’s words were worthless when Lance didn’t know what they meant.
Lance’s eyes glowed a sharp, water blue through the darkness, fixed intently on Allura. He looked more angry than sad now. Suddenly, Allura felt a chill in her blood that had nothing to do with the cold castle.
“No tienes idea,” he spat. “¿Por qué me subestimas? Quiero que mires más allá de tus propias esperanzas por una vez.”
Only one language.
She had never been more wrong about someone.
Pidge had gasped a little at Lance’s words, but Keith didn’t move. He kissed Lance, on the lips this time. Tears shuddered down his face.
Allura took off running, not wanting to see anyone. She knew Lance’s tears came from more than just pain, of not having anyone understand him. The way he looked at her… It was her fault. All her fault.
When she reached her own room, she cried almost as much as she had seen Lance doing.
Pidge sat at Lance’s side.
She hadn’t known something for sure. Guesses weren’t good enough. She cursed herself.
Not knowing something certainly - that was different. Pidge didn’t like different things.
“Where is he?”
Pidge looked wary about telling Allura… Anything… About Lance’s position. He looked pretty broken from their encounter from yesterday.
“In his room,” Pidge said eventually. “Keith is with him.”
Allura nodded mutely.
“This is your fault, you know,” she said accusingly.
Allura sighed. “I know. I’ve never been more wrong about something.”
Pidge turned her head to the blueprints on her lap, and didn’t say anything.
“I was wrong,” Allura repeated. “I didn’t listen to you. Not to Keith when he said that Lance needed more recognition. He nearly died for Coran… God, if Coran had died..” Her eyes drifted off into space, but she made them stoic and rigid again.
“I don’t know a thing about Lance,” said Allura. “I didn’t pay enough attention to him - not even so I knew he loved Keith and Keith loved him back, not so I knew he cried like that… I was wrong. You were right. He didn’t speak because he couldn’t. But when Keith and the others didn’t try, I didn’t care, and Lance could easily have been unable to speak as much as the others. But no, I was stupid. I thought he was flunking. I was wrong. You were right, he was bilingual. Spanish is his main language. Worst of all, he couldn’t tell me… But would I have listened?”
Pidge didn’t stop Allura, idly listening to her words whilst tapping on the electronics.
“I was wrong,” she repeated. “You were right. It’s always you who’s right.”
Pidge blinked. Then she smiled, cocky.
“Me, always right?” she asked. “Yeah, that’s not different. That’s not different at all.”
Take a moment and think about mermaids. Think about mermaid who live in the waters of Hawaii, with eyelashes made of sea-foam and tails the color of the sun. Think about mermaids sitting on the bottom of the ocean, watching the surfers above them in fascination and pointing out the patterns and designs on the bottom of their boards like children pointing out stars.
Think about mermaids in the Mediterranean being able to ‘speak human’ but they can only speak the dead languages. Think about Mediterranean mermaids still following old trade routes that ships from thousands of years followed to get from one place to the next.
Think about mermaids from the deep sea, odd colors illuminating off of their skin and tails. Think about them with skin nearly transparent and eerie smiles of teeth like needles and claws. Think about deep sea mermaids with bioluminescent tails three times the length of man.
Think about mermaids the size of whales, their upper body seeming like that of giant. Think about these mermaids swimming in large pods and helping out the smaller mermaids, fascinated by their loose, feathery tails in contrast to their relatively short stiff ones. Think about these mermaids trying to copy the smaller mermaid’s swimming patterns with quick flicks of their tails and instead sending a large splash at a nearby boat.
Think about mermaids in the tropics, with fancy fins that seem to ripple and blow in the current, creating illusions of movement to people above. Think about mermaids with fins that look like feathers who like to jump out of the water as if they’re flying before diving back into the sea in giggles. Think about topical mermaids with tails that reflect the colors of the sky and color the ocean with colors that people never thought the ocean could turn.
Think about mermaids in rivers who slither across the floor of the water like snakes and pinch at peoples toes like crayfish. Think about these mermaids living by huge waterfalls, the ones with dams built over them having long since been abandoned in favor for some other point of the river, even if it isn’t a traditional waterfall home. Think about river mermaids meeting with river spirits and nymphs and discussing daily events while listening to motorboats jet past above them.
Think about mermaids who live in creeks made from inland glacial melt in places like Glacier. Think about them sitting contentedly under a long thin waterfall, watching as cars march across the windy road far far above. Think about them writing messages on the cliff walls with the rocks from the bottom of their creeks. Think about them with short but pliable tails that they use to flit over rapids and jump playfully over bridges surpassing their domain.
Think about mermaids who live in streams of glacial melt in places like Greenland. Think about them being able to watch the stars above them in fascination through the clear blue water. Think about them dodging through the inside of large icy glaciers, sleeping on thick sheets of ice that seem to just barely be holding onto the glacier but which their family has slept on for years. Think about them with tails so blue that they seem to glow even when they’re twenty feet underwater, a melody of pastels.
Think about mermaids in the far north, with eyelashes frosted over and lips as blue as the water around them. Think about mermaids in the far north with tails of dark blues, purples and silvers. Imagine them breaking through the ice whenever their waters freeze over and rolling around the top of it in jest, laughing as they skid and slide across the ice. Think about mermaids in the far north who speak in tongues to trolls who live in caves in cliff-faces.
Think about mermaids in the north so old they remember vikings and teach the young Old Norse, believing it to still be the language of the people in the region. Think of mermaids in the Mediterranean that remember the epics that they heard rhapsodes sing of back in the fifth century.
Think about jellyfish mermaids with trailing tentacles instead of tails. Think about them with large umbrella-shaped bells wrapped around their waists like skirts. Think about these mermaids using their tentacles to jokingly sting each other, but never going towards a fish-mermaid in fear of stinging them. Think about jellyfish mermaids with bioluminescent bells and skin with patterns and designs unique to each one of them.
Think about mermaids who live in lava. Because, you know, why not? Think about them with tails of liquid precious metals. Mermaids with tails of liquid gold, nickel, diamonds, and obsidian; their tails not having a definite form and bits and pieces of them flying out into the lava. Think about their tails solidifying as soon as they make contact with water, pulling them down to the bottom of the ocean where they’re forced to live until they die. Think about them daring each other to flip their tails out into the air, seeing who can stay out of the lava the longest and not have their tails solidify.
Think about space mermaids. Think about mermaids who live in the seas of Titan, living in a sea of methane and ethane while watching the thick orange clouds circle above their heads. Think about mermaids on Enceladus, living deep in the interior next to the warm water. Think about adventurous mermaids swimming up into the cooler waters to try to see the ice fountains on the planet’s icy surface, most of them being sucked out and launched into space.
Think about mermaids on Europa. Think about them living in the ocean between the icy surface and the rocky interior. Think about the mermaids grabbing rocks from the interior and scratching long lines across the surface so as to play games and replicate the linear fractures on the surface. Think about these mermaids who live in the deep black darkness of the ocean, but swim up to the thinner parts of the ice sheet of the planet to watch the stars and galaxies light up around them when they aren’t facing Jupiter. Think about these mermaids having different constellations that they point out to others, different myths based off of them and how they arrived in the sky.
“A star falls from the sky and into your hands. Then it seeps through
your veins and swims inside your blood and becomes every part of you.” - C. JoyBell C.
Moon in the 2nd can instantly gauge the ‘feeling’ of a room. The individual is very sensitive to surroundings in terms of vibration and decor. Every emotional experience seems to require a material outlet - be this through vices, intimacy, indulgence, or spending. Finances may fluctuate, and it can be difficult for the individual to save money or acquire a steady income. It’s like she can have more than she possibly needs, then struggle to make ends meet, like the shifting cycles of the moon that always change. The 2nd house is wealth and what is of value, and the moon works on internalised and indwelling levels. It generates tremendous riches filled with dream and imagination. She can find luxury within. She can soak into the bubblebath of her soul.
The individual may find it hard to settle, and prefer to keep moving around. She is naturally imaginative and idealistic. Sometimes she can fantasise and become lost in daydream, and it can really feel like she lived the experience. It’s like she drips the liquid diamonds of a moonbeam, a creative spirit that spindles emotional impulse into art. She has a good eye for design, and frequently enjoys retreating into the cradling comforts of the paradise he has created for herself. Because the moon is fertile and the 2nd house is precious values, there may be the strong urgency to have many children. The individual will also spend a lot of money on her children and ensuring their feelings of stability and love. She likes to keep others safe and tends to be quite security conscious. It is hard for her to see people going without.
Moon in the 2nd is intuitive when growing fortune and business. It’s like she knows when to make the right move, when the appropriate moment has struck for her to shine like moonlight and show his greatest assets. She may have a soothing and lovely voice, in speech or even singing. There is a high amount of generosity here, and at worst the individual may become an enabler to someone else. Spending habits can directly relate to the mood. This may be how she manages emotions - to go on impulsive shopping sprees. The individual deeply treasures has received from ancestors and especially the mother. It’s like she can feel the energies in the items that belonged to her great grandmother from generations ago. She can find treasure in just about anything and enjoys sinking into the mindfulness of being amongst sensory enrichment. Her inner universe is dripping with moon ice cream and crystal sparkle, and this is the world she creates in astonishing glow.
♈ ARIES // Birthed from deep, volcanic heat, and drenched in gasoline. It takes but a spark to light your fuse. Hair a frenzy of dancing flame, and eyes of glowing ember. Bones charred black with skin like wax. Destructive beauty – a force to be reckoned with. The Earth is scorched by a single glance. And from your trail of ash, life will grow. We could use a fresh start.
♉ TAURUS // You sprout from the ground; mossy soles forever rooted in the dirt. The higher you reach, the longer your limbs become. An armor of tree bark and hair like the branches of a flourishing weeping willow. You wear flowers on your head and thorns around your neck. Songbirds sing from your throat. Wooden legs hold firm – unyielding. This is a good place to stand.
♊ GEMINI // Eyes like stained glass windows. Skin of paper mâché, as thin and light as the book pages used to piece you together. Painted to match the sky – the brightest shades of yellow and blue. Hollow bones clatter like wind chimes. Whether you like it or not; the most gentle of breezes will sweep you away. They carry you like a kite. Windy days are like that.
♋ CANCER // Bones of petrified wood drifted ashore, tied loosely together with kelp. Your sea-weathered skin, a milky white – bathed in moonlight and embroidered with little shards of sea glass. Your hair caked in sand and salt. Eyes of pearl and teeth to match; a mermaid with no scales. Your heavy chest heaves with the tides. The feeling is mutual.
♌ LEO // Your heart is plated gold; blood is liquid silver. Diamond eyes with lashes flecked in their dust – blindingly glittering each time they flutter open. Titanium teeth ground to points. Your shining copper locks soak up every sun beam. Bronze skin is searing hot. You are radiance that’s prone to rust. Staying polished is essential.
♍ VIRGO // A spine that reads like a stack of old books. Wooden bones that creek like old stairs. You drift like dust filtered through sunlight into all of the empty spaces: cluttered cupboards and neglected gardens. Thoughts sprout from your scalp. They grow as ferns. Skin made of linen and lace, stained the color of spilled tea. Solitude keeps its own company, I suppose.
♎ LIBRA // Symmetry from head to toe, with pink petal lips and china doll cheeks. Dandelions seeds float from your mouth, carried by every whispered breath. Hair of honey and skin of silk. You speak in wafts of perfumes – sweet and light – laced with just a hint of arsenic. The balance you hold is a fragile thing, love. Handle with care.
♏ SCORPIO // Hips like a hurricane; a heart to match. It beats in claps of thunder; cracking ribs and shooting shock waves up lightning rod bones – electrocuting every nerve and fiber. Only goosebumps tell of the storm brewing beneath. Silver raindrops hang on your lips like stars in the sky. Mirror eyes show others their true reflection. Better they see themselves than you.
♐ SAGITTARIUS // A map of the world is etched deep into your leather hide, like runes carved on ancient temples. Your hair is made of fireworks; all sparks and color and smoke. Lungs full of the same. Bones; the antlers of wild animals. Tendons and joints stretch like rubber bands. You bound and leap and run faster than all. You can flee, but the desire to never will.
♑ CAPRICORN // Marble skin forged from the thickest layers of the Earths crust; embedded with raw crystals. Iron bones, and marrow teaming with valuable gems and minerals. Blood is thick, and molten hot. Your spinal cord is a mountain range. Your movement like tectonic plates. This body was built for efficiency. It will withstand the test of time.
♒ AQUARIUS // Prismatic eyes and hair of tangible starlight. A cosmic kind of beauty. Translucent skin like frosted glass; you can see galaxies swirling faintly under the surface. A heart of foreign origins, and a surreal language few can comprehend. Your lips are crusted with dry paint. Your heart bleeds in water colors. Not everyone gets it.
♓ PISCES // Seaweed hair that always floats as though underwater. Your bones are a patchwork quilt of broken seashells – a mosaic of the ocean. Those toes have never known the taste of the shore. Lids conceal crystal eyeballs. Your lash-line permanently adorned by shimmery tears. They fall as bubbles, and ease the sorrows of strangers. Dreaming is reserved for the ones asleep.
For @acotarshipweek moriel week which was…sixteen centuries ago, I am aware, but the prompt came from there so credit where credit’s due. Speaking of credit, blessings upon my dearest, @pterodactylichexameter for betaing/general encouragement with this thing, ‘twas a pain at times.
Title: To Be Alone
Summary: moriel sin week prompt: secret rendezvous. Mor and Az find themselves alone in a quiet corner of Velaris, having been each told to meet someone important here, not knowing they were being set-up. Little does their High Lady know they’ve already been in a relationship for some months now. They decide to make the most of this time alone they’ve been given and slip off together to a nearby inn…
hadn’t thought it possible – that she could want him more once he was hers but…From
that first brush of his tongue against
hers, that first taste of him, she had known that she would never belong to
another heart again. She was his. She had always been his, really. As he had
always been hers. She had known she would never want anyone else – and that she
would never stop wanting him.
Mor sucks in a deep
breath as she steps from the whisper of darkness winnowing always envelopes her
in. It’s near sunset and the streets of Velaris are busy, full of people
heading home for their evening meals before the city comes alive for true when night
falls. She smiles politely and nods greetings to a few of those who meet her
eyes but she doesn’t linger to chat with anyone this time. She’s already a
little late for her appointment.
The crowds fortunately
start to thin as she heads towards the quieter, more residential area of town
near the river. It’s much less densely populated and a faint kiss of mist cools
her flushed, warm skin as she emerges from the hot press of bodies. Through the
shifting eddies of swirling white she sees the bridge over the Sidra she was
asked to come to and hurries her steps when she dimly spots a solitary figure
waiting for her – a column of shadow among the white river ghosts.
Mor is within spitting
distance before she realises that the person waiting for her is not the one she
had expected. Old instincts, sharpened by the recent war, have her reaching for
her power, gathering it in her body, preparing to attack or defend- But a
heartbeat later she recognises the person and her defences shatter on instinct.
Azriel stands with
perfect stillness, leaning on the stone wall of the bridge a calm, tranquil
expression upon his handsome features. He doesn’t turn towards her, shift his
position at all, or give any other outward reaction to her presence. Mor isn’t
fooled. He knows perfectly well that she’s there. For one thing she had seen
the shadow curling around his ear moments earlier, informing him that she was –
though Mor suspects he had known even before that. The damn male is impossible
to sneak up on; unless he lets her, which is frankly just insulting.
Approaching him with
long, easy strides, Mor mirrors his unconcerned posture, standing beside him
and letting her gaze drift out over the Sidra as well, following his gaze. She
manages a full, impressive, ten seconds before her restraint cracks. Az smiles
thinly, fondly, as the words burst from her, interrupting the peaceful silence,
“What are you doing here?”
At last Ariel tears his
gaze away from the view in front of them to look down at her. His face softens
as his eyes meet hers, the mask of cold composure that some, wrongly, assume is
a permanent feature of her shadowsinger slips. His quiet affection shows
through instead, that tender smile lingering on his lips. The shadows that
twist around him thin then vanish, as though giving them privacy. Her belly
swoops with the usual familiar pulse of pleasure and joy that he feels safe
with her, safe enough to let his instinctive guard down.
Az’s voice is its typical
dark, velvet calm when he answers her, “I was told to urgently meet an
informant here and was advised that the meeting would be…” his lips curl into a
tighter smile, his eyes tinged with obvious amusement as he looks her up and
down, appreciating her even though she’s dressed rather simply, “Advantageous to me.”
“By?” Mor prompts him,
eyebrows quirking up.
Az’s smile deepens before
he answers, “Feyre.”
Mor looses a short burst
of laughter at that. Theory confirmed. Az only widens his eyes quizzically,
inviting her to explain her reacting.
Composing herself enough
to answer Mor drums her fingers thoughtfully on the top of the stone wall
before she tells Az, through a broad grin, “Our esteemed High Lady asked me to
meet her here at this time for something very important.” Her smirk broadens, now
edged with wicked glee as she jostles Az playfully with her shoulder. “Seems
like you’re ‘very important’, Az.”
As she had hoped this
teases a faint flush of pink into his tan cheeks and her grin broadens in
answer. Then his brow furrows and he clears his throat and says, with a
very good impression of his usual cool, analytical seriousness that’s only
given away to her by how his hazel eyes glitter with merriment, “Looks like she
thinks we should be spending some more quality time alone together. “
A soft shiver rustles
through her as his gaze meets hers. Heat coils low in her stomach but she
ignores it, pushing it down hard. Opting for airy amusement instead she says
pointedly, “In a very romantic location.” She gestures
around them, to the thin veil of mist enveloping them, adding an additional
layer of intimacy to the meeting. The Sirda flows beneath them, gilded by the
slowly setting sun, burning like liquid gold with diamonds peppering the smooth
water, sparkling like stars.
Velaris is beautiful as
it draws near to the night it so enjoys and it’s known, comfortable and
familiar to both of them. The location is perfect – a little too perfect – and
Feyre’s motives aren’t particularly difficult to guess at. Mor hopes Az never
tries to recruit her for any further spying or subterfuge; if this is any
indication she won’t get on well with it. Still…
She turns back to Az, her
voice dropping, a hint of silk brushing through her words, “I’m not going to
argue with her.”
Conversely to her hopeful
expectations, Az’s frown only deepens into lines of uncertainty. “Do you think
we should tell her?” he asks, his fingers trailing, apparently unconsciously,
over the hand she has resting on the bridge.
(I wanted to try out the reins of post death Kyle since his character is a bit complex seeing as even when Fiona fixed him he was a little slow, so I hope this is decent)
It had been a rough day you were having, and all you wanted to do when you got home was sleep. Your bones were aching, your skin was dirty, and your head was throbbing from customers yelling at you at work. And it was going pretty well and all, your plans for rest. You even got a full five hours of sleep. And then–
You opened your eyes groggily as you heard the noise on your window, shifting in your cloud like sheets.
Your vision was blurry for a second before you blinked and saw the shape of a man by your window. You would have screamed and fled your room as fast as you can, but you didn’t because of the mop of curls on top of the guy’s head. It was Kyle, your boyfriend of three months. Kyle was a special soul, and you had met him at coffee shop while on break from work. He wasn’t like the men you had dated before, Kyle wasn’t the best at everything, and he was slightly slower than normal, but you had fallen for him all the same. He was guarded at first, but then he softened up, and you would think he was a puppy and you were his owner, the way he got all excited when you met.
Kyle was throwing rocks at your window even though he only stood a few feet away, stopping and placing his hand over his mouth when they thumped harshly against the glass and you could hear muffled giggles. You knew he had gotten the idea from all of the old 80’s movies you had binged three days ago and the thought made you smile sleepily. His sweet gesture did not change the fact that you were still dead tired, though, and that your limbs were like lead weights. You groaned and rolled over so you were facing the window on your stomach, but let your eyes drift shut. Behind the glass Kyle frowned before getting an idea and picking up another stone, but throwing it so hard a small crack appeared in the glass.
Your eyes snapped open and you let out a groan, getting up and dragging yourself to your window. You rubbed at your eyes lazily before shaking your head at him.
“Kyle stop that, you’re going to break my window.” You sighed before putting your fingers under the window and yanking it up so he could crawl in. He did so noisily and clumsily, stumbling and landing on your floor in a heap.
“Sorry, Y/N.” He apologized, a few seconds after pulling himself up. He walked over to you and hugged you before placing his lips on yours with a light playfulness. When he pulled away he grinned. “Go on adventure with me.”
You yawned and wrapped your arms around his soft torso, which was covered in a navy blue sweater, inhaling his intoxicating scent. “Kyle, I had a long day at work, baby. I need a little more sleep. Can we go in the tomorrow?”
Kyle frowned and pulled away, placing his hands on your shoulder and looking down at your disappointed expression. He had been warm and honestly you were so up for cuddling at the moment. “But it’s so nice outside. I want to go right now.”
You sighed, knowing that it was hard to convince Kyle when he wanted something enough. But you just didn’t think that it was a good time, because you also had work in the morning, and sleep was a necessity.
“Kyle, baby we can go tomorrow. I’ll take you to the aquarium, your friend Queenie told me you’ve never been there.”
You thought that it would make him happy, but he seemed to be getting upset, like he really did want to go right then and there, and that was all he wanted.
“NO!” Kyle yelled slightly. You flinched back, but you already knew that Kyle was a bit uncontrollable when he was angry, so you didn’t step down. He seemed to know what he did and spoke softer this time, going forward and wrapping his arms around your shoulders. “Please, Y/N. I want to go on an adventure right now.”
You looked at his puppy dog eyes and pouted lips and sighed, knowing that since the moment he threw rocks at your window that he had won. You couldn’t stand making Kyle sad. “Fine.” You sighed.
Kyle cheered and kissed you sloppily, picking you up and spinning you around.”Yay! Can we go to the woods? I heard there’s an ocean there we can see fishes in.”
You giggled at Kyle’s cuteness and nodded, knowing the stream wasn’t far from the woods, which were conveniently located near your house. “Kyle, baby, it’s a stream.”
“Ocean.” Kyle persisted, before tugging at your pajamas. You were wearing a matching set of Disney pajamas, that you had to admit were kind of embarrassing. “I like them, but I don’t think they’re good for woods.”
You nodded and pulled away. “Yeah, let me just change really quickly and we can go see the sleeping fish in the ocean.”
You started walking to your closet but were quickly stopped by Kyle when he spun you around roughly and kissed you softly, cupping your cheeks in his hands. He pulled away after a few seconds and grinned. “I love you, be back soon.”
You grinned as well and pecked the tip of his nose, causing him to cross his eyes. “I love you, too, Kyle. I won’t be too long, darling.”
Fifteen minutes later, after crawling out of the window of your room together, (because Kyle insisted) you were nearing the stream, hand in hand with Kyle. He had been pausing frequently, making the trip longer than planned, pointing excitedly to sleeping animals and birds.
You were nearing the stream when Kyle suddenly gasped, letting go of your hand and wrapping his arms around you in a protective manner. You followed his gaze and saw a pair of glowing amber eyes staring at you two from a branch. You immediately knew it was an owl when it hooted softly.
“Woah! That’s a big, scary bird!” Kyle said, pointing to the owl. “It’s the only one awake. Don’t worry, Y/N, I’ll protect you from it.”
You giggled but were interrupted by a loud yawn, that caused Kyle to look down at you. “It’s not scary, Kyle. It’s an owl, it won’t hurt you unless it feels threatened. It’s the only one awake because it’s a nocturnal bird.That means when everyone’s awake he sleeps and when everyone is asleep he’s awake.”
(owl: did u just assume my gender)
Kyle looked back at the owl while you stared happily at his face. The faces that Kyle pulled when he heard new information were the cutest things you had ever witnessed; sometimes he would scrunch his nose and furrow his eyebrows, and sometimes he would bite his lip and widen his eyes as wheels turned in his head. You tip toed and kissed the edge of his jaw, giggling before pulling away. “Alright, darling, let’s get to the ocean.”
At the word, Kyle’s eyes lit up and he followed eagerly, waving at the owl as he did.
The stream was glistening in the pale moonlight like liquid diamonds, with slivers of shadows passing and twisting under it’s surface. The scent of moss was heavily perfuming the air, and the water sloshed a lullaby. Your eyes were growing heavy just being in the place. You walked to the small wooden bridge at the end of the trail you had been following even though the water was about knee deep, looking at the long slice of water that cut through the woods. The woods were so beautiful, and you could spend hours there, and it had excited you when Kyle had suggested coming here.
“Isn’t it beautiful, Kyle?” You asked without looking at your boyfriend.
“FISHES!” Was Kyle’s reply followed by a splash.
The noise made you spin around quickly, your sleepiness diminishing into sheer panic. Kyle was sitting in the middle of the stream, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he tried to catch the panicked fish in his palm. You sighed but couldn’t help the grin that formed on your face at his expression. You got on your knees on the bridge, placing your hands on the edge to keep yourself from splashing into the water.
“Kyle, baby, what are you doing in the water?” You asked. And then a small joke came to mind, and you giggled. “All of these fish and you only managed to catch me.”
Kyle looked up and grinned at you, before reaching his arms out and wrapping them around your shoulders, and before you could protest, into the water with him. A small squeal left your lips as he planted kisses all over your face, the cool water seeping into your jeans and sweater.
“I got the best fish.” He giggled before kissing you on the lips, wet and open, but still full of love. “I love you, Y/N. Thank you for bringing me even though you were sleepy. My girlfriend fish.”
You laughed loudly and kissed him back. “Oh, what would I do without you, darling? I love you too, Kyle.”
(OKAY I WAS SQUEAKING WHILE WRITING THIS BUT I STILL DON’T KNOW IF I LIKE IT… THOUGHTS?)
p.s thank you anon for requesting this i loved writing it
also: two requests in one day!! MY BAD CHEM GRADE WILL Be a bummer but i dont regret it
Products used (so far): Rimmel ‘Hide’ concealer, Maybelline ‘Fit Me!’ concealer, Barry M Dazzle Dust in Rose Gold, Midnight and Bronze, Rimmel Stay Matte Liquid Liner, e.l.f Rose Quartz highlighter and setting powder duo set, NYC white pencil liner and fair brown brow pencil, popfeel Blue Diamond liquid lipstick, and a bunch of the tiniest eye shadow/liner brushes in my brush box!
Link’s the sleepy head so I had to go with his pov again :P I hope you enjoy!
Lake Floria was exceptionally beautiful today. The way the sunlight reflected off the water’s surface, making it appear to be liquid diamond. It gave me the impression I might very well be dreaming. Maybe it’s the season, Lady Faron told me about that. I think she said summer was the best around here. The water was certainly perfect for swimming. However, the most exceptionally beautiful and perfect thing I could see, had to be Zelda.
Not a few hours ago I taught her how to swim, and she was already better than me! I don’t think I’d ever stop being impressed by her. My goddess incarnate. My very best friend. The woman I loved…
I went through hell and back for her. Fought the epitome of evil. Nearly died along the way many times. And I would do it all again. A thousand times over, if it would protect that smile on her face.
She rose from a dive. Her hair swirled around her in the water like liquid gold. Her lips barely parted to take in much needed air. There couldn’t possibly be a more heavenly sight. My beautiful, kind, fun loving, goddess.
I took the opportunity to dive under while she wasn’t looking at me. The water was crystal clear, of course making it perfect for finding Zelda. I swam below her, watching to see if she’d noticed. I could stay under for much longer than her with my gift from the goddess- her actually. She looked around, calling my name, and I struck. I twirled up just like the Zora’s taught me and launched above the water, effectively catching her by surprise and splashing her.
“Link! You almost gave me a heart attack!” She laughed, splashing me back. I laughed and held up my arms to defend against the attack.
“You’ve given me plenty over the years, figured it was time for a little pay back!” I retorted in mirth, back handing the water. She laughed as droplets collided with her face once more.
A war began. We were splashing, chasing, laughing. I wasn’t sure I’d had this much fun in my entire life. The surface was really an amazing place. I couldn’t wait to spend the rest of my life here, with Zelda. We waded together in the water to catch our breath. “Hey Zel?” I asked, “do you think everyone in skyloft will come down here with us eventually?” Thoughtfully, she looked to the sky.
“I hope so,” she turned to me, a mischievous smile playing her lips. “Although… I wouldn’t mind if we had the surface all to ourselves for a little while…” she swam towards me, eyes sparkling. What was she planning? Her hands ran up my bare chest. I shuddered under her touch. ‘Oh’ I thought ‘that’s what she’s planning’
“Zelda..?” She cupped my cheeks, looking into my eyes, and I was sure I would melt and become one with the lake. Her lips found mine, our eyes closed and our heads tilted in unison. My hands found her hips and I pulled her closer, until our bodies were flush against each other.
Then I woke up.
Of course it had to have been a dream, The only thing that remained so perfect in both slumber and reality was my dear Zelda. She lied in my arms, completely awake, playing with my hair as she did most mornings. “Feel like visiting lake Floria?”
Products used: Rimmel ‘Hide’ concealer, Stay Matte foundation, Stay Matte liquid liner in white and charcoal, Maybelline ‘Fit Me!’ concealer, Barry M Dazzle Dust in Rose Gold, Midnight and Bronze, BUE cream shadow in Bronze, e.l.f Rose Quartz highlighter and setting powder duo set, NYC white pencil liner and fair brown brow pencil, popfeel Blue Diamond liquid lipstick, and a bunch of the tiniest eye shadow/liner brushes in my brush box!
This was so much fun to do! I wear makeup almost every day and I love nothing more than putting my face on, so it turns out that all that practice made it easier to paint with it too. It was just like doing someone else’s makeup from scratch!
AN: The reader and Bellamy have had chemistry for quite a while, but when Bellamy realises the extent of his feelings, he gets angry.
Characters: Bellamy Blake
Pairings: Bellamy Blake x reader
Prompt: “Oh my gosh 28 is such a good line. Could you do that one with Bellamy?”
“I promised myself I wouldn’t let you complete me”
You were sick and tired of waiting. You felt like you’d spent your whole life waiting, waiting for your mother to notice you, waiting for the kids in school to accept you, waiting for the guards to catch you, waiting for Jaha to float you.
Well, you were on the ground now, and you weren’t waiting anymore.
So when you wanted food, you went and got it, when you wanted to talk, you made friends, when you wanted….company, you found some and, when you wanted adventure, you went to Bellamy Blake.
Right now, you wanted adventure.
“Bellamy,” you called in a sing song voice, “I’m bored, let’s go exploring.”
The rebel leader barely looked up from the map he was looking at.
“Not now Y/N, later.”
You stuck out your bottom lip and crossed your arms like a pouty child, “That’s what you said last time.”
Bellamy’s eyes met yours, and he gave you a reluctant smile, slowly pushing himself to his feet.
“You’re so, so annoying, you know that?” Bellamy smirked.
You gave the boy a victorious grin, “You love me.”
Bellamy just shoved you playfully and grabbed his gun.
“Well?” he called over his shoulder, “Are we going exploring or not?”
You were a mystery to Bellamy Blake, a million piece puzzle that he couldn’t quite put together. It infuriated the young leader to have someone so completely outside of his realm of understanding. He convinced himself that it was because it made you harder to control, but when the sunlight hit your hair and illuminated your smile, his conviction wavered ever so slightly.
“Bellamy, come on,” You called from just ahead of the dark haired boy, “we’re wasting sunlight.”
The boy smiled, “You got somewhere better to be?”
You turned and smiled at Bellamy, but didn’t answer, too wrapped up in the beauty of your surroundings to come up with a witty retort.
Bellamy nudged your shoulder with his own, “Come, on, I think I know somewhere you might like.”
You walked for twenty minutes along the riverbank, Bellamy’s eyes glued to the trees, alert in case of trouble. Beside him, you gasped, hitting the boy’s arm furiously with excitement.
“Oh my gosh Bellamy look!” You practically squealed, “It’s so beautiful!”
The older boy smiled, glad that the scene had made you smile. It was a simple rock pool situated next to a patch of springy, green grass on the edge of the woods, but for some reason, it had always reminded Bellamy of you. Maybe it was the rushing of the river, or the way the wind howled through the trees.
“Is it-is it safe to swim?” you asked.
Bellamy shrugged, “I hope so, I’ve been swimming here for a week.”
That was apparently all the encouragement you needed. Before Bellamy could think of being self-conscious, your clothes were off and you were waist deep in the water in nothing but a sports bra and your underwear. Bellamy shook his head at the sky, silently asking God why he insisted on testing Bellamy like this, before he gave in to temptation and stripped.
“Holy shit!” Bellamy cursed as he dived into the water, “Holy-it’s cold.”
You laughed, splashing water on the boy, “Wuss.”
Bellamy gasped at the cold and retaliated with a splash of his own, marvelling at the way the water hit you. He moved towards you, hoping to keep your arms from flinging more water his way.
“You’re such a tool,” you laughed, as the boy pinned your arms to your side, “you know that?”
“I’m a too?” Bellamy countered jokingly, “You started this. Not my fault you started a war you don’t know how to end.”
You smiled, almost sadly, “You started the war Blake, I was just continuing it.” You said with your voice almost a whisper.
Bellamy was suddenly acutely aware of the feel of your skin under his palms and the gentle pressure of your eyes locked with his.
“I wasn’t trying to start a war.” He replied, “I just wanted to be near you.”
Bellamy watched you lean forward, his heart pounding and his blood racing. Your lips brushed his, sending fire through Bellamy Blake’s veins. He’d wanted this for so long; he’d wanted you for so long that it felt surreal.
“You’re near me now.” You whispered, giving Bellamy a small smile.
Bellamy slammed his fist into the tree again and again, trying to punch the feeling of your lips on his out of his mind. Why had he let you in? Why had he fooled himself into thinking that something as stupid as love could happen on Earth? Why had he thought it would happen to him?
These questions burned in his veins, an elaborate charade to hide the one question he didn’t already have the answer to. Why had you left?
You’d had one afternoon. One amazing, mind blowing afternoon, where Bellamy, for the first time in months, had let himself go. He had let his mouth weave stories to you that he didn’t even know he remembered; his hands trace patterns on your skin that he hadn’t imagined for years and your words rush over him like a river that he couldn’t wait to drown in. You’d opened up to Bellamy and him to you. He’d thought everything was going well. Then you’d walked back to camp.
You’d dropped his hand and picked up your pace, leaving Bellamy, hurt and confused, to trail behind you. You’d avoided him like the plague ever since, not that he’d cared. Bellamy hit the tree again.
He didn’t care. He was Bellamy Blake; he could have any girl he wanted. He didn’t need you.
“Hey Bell,” he heard a voice behind him say sheepishly, “long time no see.”
Bellamy turned, your voice causing ecstasy and rage to course through him all at once.
“Fuck off Y/N.” He spat, stalking past you.
You sighed despairingly, “Bellamy wait,” You pleaded, “I’m sorry.”
“You know what?” Bellamy retorted, still angry, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I let you fool me into thinking I was something special to you. I know how your games work, I should’ve known I was just another time waster.” His voice was low as it dripped with venom.
The part of Bellamy that ached for your touch was shocked to see the tears that rolled down your perfect cheeks like liquid diamonds. He’d never seen you cry.
“You were special to me Bellamy! You are!” You said, your voice shaking with emotion, “I meant every single thing I said to you.”
“I promised myself I wouldn’t let this happen.” Bellamy whispered, his anger finally dissipating and being replaced by hurt, “I promised myself I wouldn’t let you complete me.” He wanted to walk away. He wanted to leave you behind to feel what he’d kept bottled up, but he couldn’t make himself move, “Why?” he finally whispered.
You shrugged, your shoulders shaking from your muffled sobs, “I was being stupid Bell. I didn’t want you to hurt me, so I hurt you first.”
“That’s not an excuse,” Bellamy started, “but I never would have done that.”
You gave him an incredulous look that was ruined by your tears.
“Don’t play innocent Bellamy. You play as many games as I do.”
“Not with you.” Bellamy said quietly, “Never with you.”
You stepped towards the boy, “I don’t want to play games with you. I want something simple and easy.” Tentatively, you took Bellamy’s hand, breathing a sigh of relief when he didn’t pull away, “I’m so sorry, Bellamy. I really am.” The boy looked at you, a million emotions clouding his already dark eyes, “I don’t expect you to forgive me,” you said, choking back another wave of tears, “I just wanted you to know that I really do care about you.”
You started to leave, gasping slightly when Bellamy pulled you close, pressing his hot lips to your cool ones. A million stars flashed behind your eyes as your body responded to his, now familiar, touch.
“I don’t want to be at war anymore.” Bellamy told you breathlessly, “I just want to be near to you.”
niall: he forgot about the no liquid rule, steps over to the side and drinks all 2 liters of his water, people in line start cheering him on, liam busts out his guitar
harry: “but is face creme really a liquid when it has diamonds in it?”
zayn: covered in sweats, is asked to remove his sweater, he complies and proceeds to stand there with no shirt on “do you like his snake tattoo” asks louis
liam: has taken his shoes off and brought no liquids. swiftly moves through security with no issues, is waiting on the other side with zayns shoes in his hands
louis: “i respect that you’re just doing your job; and your job it’s very important but–” “louis just toss the batteries, why did you bring 7 batteries with you” asks liam. “well that’s not your business is it” harry says vigorously rubbing 7 ounces of diamond creme onto his face
A Look into the Dark *thunder claps* Woooooooooooooooh! *rips of ghost costume* Bye!
The mid-afternoon sun shone down, hot and bright. The sand of the beach sparkled, and the water glittered like liquid diamond, overlain a bed of sapphire. Overhead seabirds called, their cries carried on the wind as they wheeled on air currents through the salty air. He and Sun frolicked in the surf, the ocean foam swirling around their feet. He laughed, looking down into Sun’s eyes, his own glittering like the sea. Hand in hand the two continued along the beach. Enjoying each other’s company, pointing out interesting shells, tossing beached sea creatures back into their watery realm.
Another wave crested over their ankles, retreated, and did not return. “Sun”, Neptune said, looking out past his boyfriend, to the ocean. In front of and behind, the water was retreating. Going back further and further, exposing more and more wet sand. Rocks, coral outcroppings, and other things long buried beneath the waves were suddenly cast into light. The water receding at a more rapid pace, as far as he could see, and a loud sucking noise filled the air as the water rushed away.
“Sun”, he said again, this time his voice higher and colored with worry. “Sun I think there’s going to be a tsunami. A…a really big tidal wave.”
He looked around and saw a cliff on the headland before them. It just might be high enough. “Run, Sun! Run!” he shouted, his words goading them both into action. He began sprinting across the sand, Sun behind him.
And then with a low rumble the water began to return, the rumble turning into a roar. The very air trembled around them. It groaned with the sound as the water sped back at an incredible pace. Faster and faster it came on.
The two young men had reached the foot of the cliff. Fortuitously steps had been hewn into the rock. Uneven and aged, but they were there. Neptune’s longer legs propelled him up the stairs faster.
With a terrifying roar the water struck the beach, slamming with the strength of a thousand Behemoths into the cliff. The ground around them shook and Neptune tripped. Sun pushed behind him, urging him up. The ocean continued inland, ripping trees up and breaking those that were too large. Still the water rose, and a second wave smashed into the cliff, spraying them with salt water. Sun cried out and Neptune turned to see his lover slipping, falling down the water rising up. Neptune cried out in terror and tumbled back down after him. He reached out trying to grab Sun’s outstretched hand. Their fingertips touched and then the water tore Sun off the steps. Sweeping him out at a pace that was frightening to behold. “Sun!” he wailed, tears stinging his eyes.
He climbed higher, to the top, and turned to survey the devastation. The sun glinted off the ocean far inland, the thick forest broken all around him. Like his heart. He shaded his eyes and looked for the blonde Faunus, hoping he’d been able to cling to some floating debris in the water. He stood unmoved except to call out for Sun.
Finally, hope lost he fell to his knees and wept. Lying prone on the wet stone, his tears joined the sea.
101. Despite what it says on the tag, cashmere is best washed by hand. To dry it, use a salad spinner, which releases excess water in seconds.
100. Use white wine to remove red wine stains.
99. Wash new jeans twice before taking them to the tailor. Why? Because jeans will always shrink in length when washed.
98. To stop angora or mohair from shedding, fold the garment and place it into a zip-top bag and freeze it for at least three hours.
97. Remove odors from vintage or thrift clothing by spritzing them with a mixture of one part vodka, two parts water.
96. “Remove white deodorant marks from a garment by gently rubbing the protective foam used on hangers against the fabric.” — Jonathan Simkhai, designer
95. If you get an oil stain on your favorite handbag, coat the mark with baby powder and let it stand overnight. By morning, the stain should be gone. If a bit still remains, repeat the process until the stain is completely gone.
94. The best at-home method to keep diamonds sparkling: liquid dishwasher detergent and an old toothbrush.
93. The secret to well-fitting everyday clothes is Lycra. The formulas to look for: 95% cotton/5% Lycra spandex for T-shirts, and at least 2% Lycra for jeans to hold their shape.
92. “Always organize your clothes going light to dark from left to right in your closet. Your eye will follow the color and thus help you stay organized.” — Melanie Charlton Fascitelli, Founder, Clos-ette and Clos-ette Too.
90. Wondering about the quality of your cashmere? Gently stretch the body of the garment to see if it snaps back. A lower-quality cashmere won’t.
89. “If you don’t have time to try on jeans in the store, try the Neck Method: You can determine your size by placing the waistline of the jeans around the diameter of your neck. If the waistline of the pant comfortably meets at back of your neck, then the jeans will fit.”— Sarah Ahmed, Creative Director, DL1961 Premium Denim
88. Cut down your closet by 25% by asking yourself this one question: “If I were shopping right this second, would I buy this?” If the answer’s no, out it goes. — Melanie Charlton Fascitelli, Founder, Clos-ette and Clos-ette Too.
87. “Never put your swimwear in the washing machine, and always hand dry. The machine will damage the suit and it will lose its elasticity. The only exception: At the end of the summer or vacation, wash your swimwear in lingerie washing bags on the gentle cycle with a bit if Drift or Woolite. But only after many wears.” —Shoshanna Gruss, Designer
86. To drop bloat five days before a big event, stay away from dairy and whole grains, which can do a number on the digestive system.
85. While fake designer bags are a huge don’t, fake diamond studs are a huge do. Faux stones are hard to spot to the untrained eye.
84. Dressy occasions aren’t the time to play with trends, so know your silhouette and stick to it to always look your best. Perfect example: Sofia Vergara knows she looks good in mermaid dresses, and always chooses variations of the shape on red carpets.
83. “Never put a garment on immediately after ironing, as this can actually cause new wrinkles to form. Instead, let it sit for five minutes to set the press.” — Althea Harper, Designer and Rowenta Brand Ambassador
82. The best way to de-fuzz a sweater: use a pumice stone.
81. Snap clip-on earrings onto flats for an instant evening shoe, or onto shirt collars for DIY embellishments.
80. If you get wax on a piece of clothing, layer wax paper over the hardened wax and then run an iron over it to loosen it up. Once you pull off the paper, the wax should come right out with it.
79. Pour a dash of vodka into vase water to extend the life of your flowers.
78. Spray tights with sticky (read: cheap) hairspray to avoid holes and runs.
77. To clean dirt off suede, remove the crust from a piece of bread and allow it to become stale. Gently rub dirt and stains with the edge of the stale bread, and they’ll disappear. To de-scuff suede, use an eraser or nail file.
76. Shopping for a wedding dress or another big-event outfit? Head to the store with makeup on, proper undergarments, and your hair semi-done to get a better sense of how it’ll look.
75. Double-stick tape work to shorten a hem in a pinch if you can’t get to the tailor before an event.
74. Blot, don’t rub, when you spill something on your clothes. Wiping or rubbing will actually further ingrain the stain into the weave.
73. “Panty lines are not okay! Every woman should invest in nude, seamless underwear.” — Giuliana Rancic, HSN designer and E! host
72. If you don’t feel like trying on a dress but still want to see where the hem will hit you, align the shoulder seam exactly with your shoulder bone (not your collarbone).
71. Repurpose old or thrift sweaters and blankets by using them to reupholster a throw pillow, a chair seat or cover a stool.
70. “Use hairspray to remove a lipstick stain.” – Kaelen Haworth, designer, KAELEN
69. Add a ½ cup of distilled white vinegar to the final rinse cycle while doing laundry to maintain the wash of your favorite pair of dark jeans.
68. To stretch tight shoes, fill two freezer bags with water and place into each shoe. Let it freeze overnight. As the water freezes, it’ll gently expand your shoes.
67. Frame vintage scarves for cool original artwork.
66. Due to its high level of surfactants, Dawn dish detergent is especially successful at removing grease and oil stains from clothing.
65. “A flattering silhouette begins with the right underpinnings. Never underestimate the power of Spanx—they’re a girl’s best friend!” — Lucy Sykes Rellie, Fashion Director, Rent the Runway
64. Revamp an old coat by swapping out the buttons and having a tailor replace the lining with something eye-catching, like a pattern or a bright color.
63. When getting jeans shortened, always ask your tailor to reattach the original hem. It may cost extra, but it’s worth it.
62. If blush or bronzer breaks in your handbag, pre-moistened makeup removing wipes will clean up the loose powder flawlessly.
61. Break in stiff or too-snug shoes by slipping them on with socks and blasting your feet with a hot hairdryer.
60. Hang a shoe bag on the back of your bathroom door and use it to hold makeup, toiletries, brushes, hair ties, etc.
59. A vintage trunk not only makes a stylish coffee table, but it can also house shoes and clothing you rarely wear.
58. “To remove watermarks from leather boots, add a few drops of vinegar to a bowl of cool water and scrub the stains with a soft bristle brush until stains are no longer visible. Let dry overnight.”— Daryl Carr, Marketing Coordinator, Stetson
57. To stop squeaky shoes, remove the insole and apply Vaseline or WD-40 before replacing it.
56. To determine if pearls are real, lightly rub them over your teeth. Fake pearls will be perfectly smooth, and real ones will feel slightly gritty or textured.
55. When you’re shopping for a jacket, coat, or blazer, pay attention to the fit around the shoulders. While a tailor can tweak pretty much everything about the fit of a jacket—from tapering the waist to shortening it—they can’t change the shoulders. Make sure the seams sit perfectly at the bony tops of your shoulders.
54. Chic up a sporty puffer vest by cinching the waist with a skinny belt.
53. Unless they’re cropped or tapered, pant hems should just graze the tops of your shoes and be from ½-inch to ¾-inch off the floor.
52. Always dry-clean coats before storing them, and place on cedar hangers inside cloth garment bags. This preserves the fabric and keeps moths away.
51. If you have a small closet, never keep your shoes in clunky shoeboxes. Instead, always line up them on the floor.
50. Going to a winter wedding or formal event? Try wearing a sleeveless fur vest as a top, cinching it with a skinny belt or piece of ribbon and pairing it with a floor-length skirt.
49. How to care for fur at home: “Pass the fur with a hairbrush and steam it for added bounce, volume and shine.” —Eran Elfassy, Co-Creative Director, Mackage 48. “Marquise ring shapes help to create the illusion of longer, more slender fingers, even on small wide hands. Pear or oval stones are also flattering.” — Carol Brodie, Fine Jewelry Designer, HSN’s Rarities: Fine Jewelry with Carol Brodie
47. Everyday bras should be replaced every three to six months, as that’s when they start to lose elasticity and support.
46. Ideally, a pencil skirt should hit just at the top of your knee. Any lower and it will start to shorten your leg.
45. Pants a bit too tight? Let them air dry and stretch the waistband by hand (or with a hairdryer) while they’re still damp.
44. Still look chic while showing some skin: If you’re wearing a miniskirt or shorts, cover up on top. If your top is skimpy, go for full-coverage bottoms.
45. Don’t underestimate the power of a well-fitting, stylish winter coat. You can be wearing pajamas underneath and you’ll still look perfectly put together.
44. Windex restores the glossy sheen on patent leather without doing any damage.
43. Fold jeans like a pro: Lay jeans on a flat surface, fold in half from left to right. Grab the stacked jean legs and fold them in half so the hem of the jeans lines up with the waistband. Fold the jeans in half one more time.
42. The power of a silk pillowcase isn’t a myth: Not only do they prevent “sleep crease,” they’re much, much gentler on your skin and hair.
41. “The best way to store fashion jewelry, including Sterling Silver, is in Ziploc bags. This helps pieces retain luster and reduces tarnishing and scratches.”—Jordann Weingartner, Founder, I Love Jewelry Auctions
40. If the garment you’re ironing has delicate buttons or detailing, cover them with the bowl of a metal spoon and press the surrounding fabric.
39. Don’t buy items you know you won’t properly care for. For example, if you know you’re never going to hand-wash that delicate cami or beaded sweater, don’t buy it.
38. “Pair flirty, feminine dresses with masculine spectator shoes for an effortless and unexpected look.” — Gabriella Perezutti, Designer, Candela
37. To achieve the perfectly effortless cuffed sleeve, keep the top button (which is called the gauntlet) buttoned while you roll.
36. V-neck sweaters and tees give the illusion of a longer torso.
35. Spritzed a bit too much perfume on yourself this morning? Use unscented, oil-based makeup remover to remove excess perfume.
34. Tend to wear certain leather shoes without socks? Always stuff them with a soft cloth when you’re done wearing them. This absorbs moisture and help the shoes keep their shape.
33. “Hoop earrings are a classic style that every woman—regardless of age—should have, but the type depends on your face. If you have a thin face, go for larger round or embellished hoops. If you have a round face an elongated hoop or drop style is best.” —Elena Kiam, Creative Director, Lia Sophia
32. Freeze jeans inside a plastic bag for two days to zap odor without running them through the washing machine.
31. Looking for an easy trick to make your bare legs look longer? Try pumps the same color of your skin, which gives give the illusion that your legs extend a few extra inches. 30. Wrap an empty bottle of your favorite perfume in a handkerchief and tuck it into your underwear drawer for a subtle scent.
29. Heat can warp your glasses frames, so always keep them in a hard case and never wear them on your head on a hot day.
28. Spray shirts prone to sweat stains with lemon juice before washing. The natural acid dissolves alkaline sweat reside that could cause yellow discoloration.
27. “It’s a myth that loose styles flatter a large bust or a plus-size woman. The area just under the bust is a woman’s smallest torso measurement, so emphasizing it with a structured waistband that hits higher than your natural waist will make you look a size smaller. —BG Krishnan, President, eShakti.com
26. Use shaving cream and a washcloth to remove liquid makeup from shirt collars.
25. A modern trick to looking like the most effortlessly stylish girl in the room: Pair dressy bottoms (a velvet maxi, a leather or beaded skirt, silk pants) with a worn gray crew-neck sweatshirt or T-shirt.
24. When it doubt, always choose the smaller denim size, since jeans stretch with wear.
23. “Never dry a wet shoe with heat. Let it dry naturally in open air. Heat will dry out leather and the lifespan of the shoe will be cut in half.” —Jordan Adoni, Designer, Modern Vice
22. The easiest way to make your closet look organized: Buy all the same hangers for everything–same color, same shape.
21. Before bed, pour two or three tablespoons of baking soda into sweaty workout sneakers and tilt the shoe to distribute the soda evenly. This will eat any odor and absorb perspiration.
20. “For guaranteed weight loss, I advise people to follow my A, B, C’s – no Alcohol, Bread or processed Carbs.”—David Kirsch, celebrity trainer and fitness guru.
19. To prevent clothing from wrinkling in a suitcase, fold everything in plastic dry cleaning bags.
18. If you can’t fit two fingers underneath your bra band comfortably, it’s probably too tight.
17. Pile on good accessories—scarves, sunglasses, hats, statement jewelry—to instantly transform even the most basic outfit.
16. Confused about laundry settings? Remember this: The hotter the water, the cleaner the clothing will be. While warm water is fine for most clothes, linens and dirty white clothing are best washed in hot water to remove germs and heavy soil. Cold water is usually used for delicates.
15. A structured hat should rest about 1/8 to a ½-inch above the ears.
14. After a shower, use your hairdryer to de-mist bathroom mirrors in seconds.
13. A good tip when cleaning out your closet: Ask a friend whose style you admire to come over and help. She/he might offer new insight on how to wear certain items before you toss them.
12. It might sound “budget,” but a hot glue gun works amazingly well to hem skirts, pants and even jeans in a pinch.
11. Looking for uses for all the single socks you’ve amassed while doing laundry? When you’ve got aches or pains, fill a sock with dry beans or rice and pop it in the microwave for 30 seconds. Voila, an instant (and free) heating pad.
10. Wear your new real leather jacket in the rain to break it in. Water will soften up the leather and allow it to stretch and crease at specific points on your body.
9. Who has the time to hand wash bras? Machine wash them in cold water in a mesh zipper bag and drape them over a hanger to air dry.
8. Use a lemon wedge to remove excess or streaky self-tanner.
7. Track lighting is possible even for the tiniest closet: Buy a track kit, screw it into the ceiling, run the wire down the wall and plug it into the nearest outlet. Not only will you see all your clothes better, but you’ll feel like you have a more luxurious closet.
6. Invest in silk or satin pillowcases to keep your hair from breaking during the night. (They also keep your skin looking smoother than rough cotton cases!)
5. If you’re unsure about an impulse or sale purchase, leave it at the store. If you’re still thinking about it when you wake up the next day, buy it.
4. Have a sequin garment you don’t wear anymore? Remove the sequins and sprinkle them into a vase of flowers. Gorgeous!
3. A good shoemaker can fully rebuild your favorite pair, even if the arch is cracked.
2. To coax a loose thread back into place, gently tug at the stitches to the sides of the pull as well as above and below.
1. There’s nothing cooler than sticking to a signature style you know looks good on you. Slaves to fashion are never chic!
Was inspired by the makeup look I saw on quite a lot of fashionable young women when I was in Tokyo recently.
Instead of eyes or lips, they favored a rather exaggerated flushed cheek as the focal point of their makeup. But it wasn’t just a case of slapping on a load of blusher. There’s a specific look where they mimic a glowy, radiant effect and the blush color is intense but not heavy or dark looking. If you’re extremely fair-skinned, you just need to apply a very neon-colored blush over face powder.
Extra Tip: Bring your blush just a tiny bit in closer towards your nose than usual. This helps exaggerate that cute wind-blown, doll-like effect, instead of the typical blush along the cheekbones.
If you’re not porcelain (and most of us aren’t), you can imitate that effect easily by applying a matte or semi-matte pale highlighter or blush as a color base for a brighter, more intense blush to “float” and look more color-true on top of it. If you own those multi-color blushes with a paler shade, that’s perfect for this use.