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Available August 25th, 2016 at Bambaland and ThreeA Stockists Worldwide!

ThreeA proudly presents a collaboration between Ashley Wood and mangaka Torajiro Kishi featuring characters from his series ‘Otome No Teikoku’ released in Isobelle Pascha style!

AI is a 2nd year student who is a member of the athletic club. Strong-minded and has a frank personality. Her austere fashion style is popular amongst the girls.

AI 亜衣
Isobelle Pascha x Otomo No Teikoku
1/6th Scale Collectible Figure Series

Designed by Ashley Wood
Created by TP Louise

Approx 12inches (30.5cm) Tall
Includes:
School Uniform, Tartan Skirt, and Printed Socks
Beige Cardigan
1 Set of Hands and Loafers
1 Set of Bra and Panties

USD $180
Bambaland.com Price Includes Worldwide Shipping

AYANO is intelligent and cool, but has a playful and cheerful spirit too.
A beauty with a shiny black hair. Ayano is a 2nd year student.


Ayano 綾乃
Isobelle Pascha x Otomo No Teikoku
1/6th Scale Collectible Figure Series

Designed by Ashley Wood
Created by TP Louise
Approx 12inches (30.5cm) Tall
Includes:
School Uniform, Tartan Skirt, and Printed Socks
Mid Grey Cardigan Vest
1 Set of Hands and Loafers
1 Set of Bra and Panties

USD $180
Bambaland.com Price Includes Worldwide Shipping

CHIE is a straightforward kind of girl, who talks in a Kansai dialect.
She also has a really delicate and naive heart. Chie is a 2nd year student.

Chie ちえ
Isobelle Pascha x Otomo No Teikoku
1/6th Scale Collectible Figure Series

Designed by Ashley Wood
Created by TP Louise

Approx 12inches (30.5cm) Tall
Includes:
School Uniform, Tartan Skirt, and Printed Socks
Pink Cardigan
1 Set of Hands and Loafers
1 Set of Bra and Panties

USD $180
Bambaland.com Price Includes Worldwide Shipping

MAHIRU & MAHIRO are girls who always wear identical clothes, although they are not real twins. Mahiro has purple hair, while Mahiru has pink hair.

Mahiru まひる & Mahiro まひろ
Isobelle Pascha x Otomo No Teikoku
1/6th Scale Collectible Figure Set

Designed by Ashley Wood
Created by TP Louise
Set Exclusive to Bambaland

Each are Approx 12inches (30.5cm) Tall
Each Includes:
School Uniform, Tartan Skirt, and Ribbon
Hoodies with MAHIMAHI Pattern
Starry Stockings
1 Set of Hands and Loafers
1 Set of Bra and Panties

USD $350
Bambaland.com Price Includes Worldwide Shipping

MIYOSHI is a 2nd year student who is a member of the cheerleading club. Not the smartest, but the most active. She is a gal who laughs a lot, eats a lot, and sleeps a lot!

Miyoshi 美好
Isobelle Pascha x Otomo No Teikoku
1/6th Scale Collectible Figure Series

Designed by Ashley Wood
Created by TP Louise

Approx 12inches (30.5cm) Tall
Each Includes:
School Uniform, Tartan Skirt, Printed Socks and Ribbon
Uniform Jacket
1 Set of Hands and Loafers
1 Set of Bra and Panties

USD $180
Bambaland.com Price Includes Worldwide Shipping

Look of the Day: Emma Roberts

How to get her flirty nighttime look!

American Horror Story star Emma Roberts has been on our style crush radar for some time, acing the perfectly undone look and the popular “long bob” haircut. Promoting the new season of the hit FX series, she showed up at this year’s Comic-Con wearing a floral skirt, a black crop top, a box clutch and pink heels.

Copy her fun and feminine look - great for date night or girls’ night out - with our similar pieces below!

1. Forever 21 Heathered Crop Top

2. Pink Tartan Dalmation Print Pleat Skirt

3. Ralph Lauren Pyramid Beaded Clutch

4. Manolo Blahnik BB Suede 105mm Pump

goldcaught  asked:

kc + "the handler and the field agent. the voice in the back of your ear that says, dont you dare right before you blow the whole block up. voice kinks are probably a thing."au !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I always love these Klaroline spies AU’s!

It was a commonly known fact that Niklaus Mikaelson was the best agent to walk the halls of MI6 in the past century. Fluent in six languages, in possession of a natural charm and charisma, the good looking Brit was seemingly the most eligible bachelor this side of Westminster.

Of course, it was also common knowledge that he was also fucking Caroline Forbes, the head of Research and Development at MI6. That knowledge alone was enough to warn off all but the most persistent of women. And some of the men.

“Take a left at your next alleyway.” She says almost boredly, guiding Klaus through a high stakes game that could end with him losing his life. Despite the adrenaline filled situation and the half a dozen pairs of awed eyes currently fixed upon her, she knows in her gut that he’ll get out of this one just fine, and he’ll come swaggering back into MI6 with a couple of scratches like he owns the whole damn place.

“Any pursuers?” He asks teasingly over the comms line, deep voice echoing in her ear and around the room.

Not that she’d ever tell him, but she sort of has a thing for his voice. It’s low and rough and deep, and a part of her thinks the bastard does it on purpose, knows exactly what sort of effect he has on her.

“Plenty.” She replies in clipped tones. “And I’ve been instructed to tell you most emphatically that you are not to get rid of your earpiece on this mission.”

“Most emphatically.” He mimics in that accent of his. “Tell me sweetheart, is Alaric’s instructions or yours?”

She wasn’t supposed to be his handler. As head of R & D, she was tasked with making sure that her co workers were making the state of the art gadgets that MI6 was known around the world for. She also oversaw the intranet and the entire network, tasked with protecting state secrets at all costs. She’d built an impenetrable firewall, and was proud of the fact that she hadn’t had a single security breach while she was in charge.

She’d wandered past the ‘Situation Room’ by accident one morning while she was trying to figure out who’d stolen her last Earl Grey tea bag (special blend, direct from India), when she’d heard the panicked shouting in broken Spanish.

She’d forced her way into the room before anyone could stop her, pushing the handler out of the way and taking over the comms. Klaus the bastard may have been fluent in six languages, but she was fluent in seven, Spanish being just one of them.

She’d fixed up a situation that had almost been fucked up beyond all repair, had guided Klaus to where he needed to go, and had seen him safely out of Northern Spain and on a flight back to England.

He’d come to seek her out as soon as he’d landed. Their first meeting hadn’t gone well, in fact she’d pretty screamed at him for dripping blood all over her cream carpet in the office (the stains were still there).

The rest, as they say, was history. Really Klaus had refused to work with any other handler but herself. She didn’t mind most of the time. It meant a nice bump to her salary and it got her away from R & D every once in a while.

“Mine of course. Take a right and watch out for the goats.” She sips at her coffee as she watches the screen in front of her, snorting comically at the feed from Klaus’ jacket cam as he plunges headlong into the flock of coats being shepherded along by a group of men.

“Something funny?” Klaus asks mildly, only slightly out of breath as he plunges into the admittedly gorgeous open air marketplace.

“Not at all. Have you got the drive?”

“Right here with me.” Klaus replies immediately.

“Good metallic blue Toyota Camry, registration BUE 828 she spells out over the comms. Hand the drive over, 200 metres on your right.”

The world on the screen tilts and whirls crazily as Klaus sprints towards the car in question, finally slowing to a walk as the drive is transferred and the car takes off.

“Good. Now get the hell out of there. Stay on comms.” She instructs just as her earpiece begins to buzz with static and the screen cuts to black.

She doesn’t even hide her anger from the rest of the room as she tears her earpiece out and tosses it on the desk, stalking out of the room in disgust.

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He starts leaving her presents once he realises just how much him going off comms pisses her off.

First it’s a prayer scarf from Tibet, then a jewelled makeup box from India. There’s a brightly printed tunic from Dubai and a tartan printed skirt made of real wool from Scotland.

Each time after a mission he turns up on her doorstep with some takeaway and an apologetic smile, and every time she lets him and they fuck each other into the floor, or the mattress, or against the door.

It’s a strange sort of relationship, but she’ll take it over loneliness every single time.

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This time it’s Stefan taking the lead with Klaus. She sits beside him still, fingers flying over the keyboard as Stefan chatters away with Klaus in a particular dialect of Arabic that she’s not overly familiar with.

It happens sometimes, she doesn’t know everything. Stefan is pretty much the only other person that Klaus will agree to work with when she can’t for some reason or other.

Alaric hates the fact that Klaus is so demanding (and can get away with being so demanding), but he’s the best, and if it’s going to help him stay alive then so be it. 

Klaus’ younger brother, Henrik Mikaelson is also sitting with them this time. The youngest Mikaelson can do things with a computer that she never even thought possible, and she’d been quick to hire him when he demonstrated step by step exactly how he could take down her impenetrable firewall.

Turns out the kid really wanted a job at MI6.

“Caroline darling are you home tonight? You should put on that black set that makes your breasts-”

“Klaus I’m sitting next to your younger brother. Keep it PG.” She snaps as Henrik blushes a bright red. Stefan gives her a slightly bemused smile, like he’s not sure whether to stay or to take Henrik and give her the comms.

Klaus doesn’t seem to give a shit, switching back to Arabic and saying something that makes Stefan laugh hysterically.

She just grits her teeth together, bending over her keyboard.

It takes two seconds for the tell tale static of her comms to bring her back down to earth.

“Did he fucking rip out his comms again?” She yells at the room in general as Henrik taps furiously at his own laptop.

She stares angrily at the screen. They all see the fiery explosion bloom all around it. They all see everything go black.

Klaus hadn’t ripped his comms out, but something sure as hell did.

Alaric sends them home six hours later when they still can’t raise Klaus. She tries not to let herself get overly worried about the concerned look painted across Alaric’s features.

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The banging on her door comes at around three am. She’d always been a light sleeper, and her eyes snap open at the muffled sound echoing though her apartment.

She reaches for her gun she keeps in her nightstand and checks that she’s got enough bullets.

She’s silent as she creeps through the darkened apartment,  not wanting to switch on any lights lest she give away her location. She doesn’t look through the peephole, because lord knows that’s the easiest way to get shot in the head. Instead she presses her ear to the wood of the door and listens for whoever is on the other side.

Their breathing is ragged, it’s loud enough for her to hear that at least. She yanks the door open, shrieking in surprise as all 6'7 of Klaus Mikealson comes tumbling over the threshold, covered in blood as he lets out a pained groan.

“Oh my god.” She drops her gun and reaches for his shirt, hauling him to his feet and dragging him towards the bathroom before he bled all over her floors. “You absolute idiot, I thought you were dead. Why didn’t you get in touch?” She seethes as she deposits him on the edge of the tub, one hand holding him steady as she reaches for her first aid kit.

She’d been trained as a field agent before she’d become head of R & D. Being fluent in seven languages and being able to think remarkably quick on her feet in a high pressure situation meant that she was pretty much perfect for the job. Since however, she had no inclination to get shot at on a daily basis, she’d instead opted for advanced medic training before moving into R & D.

She moves quickly, alarmed at just how much blood Klaus is losing as she cuts through what’s left of his shirt and begins to mop away at the blood.

“Sorry.” Klaus apologises weakly. “Went to medical first but ended up busting my stitches somehow. They were rubbish anyway.”

He’s tired, that is easy enough to see as she finishes cleaning the blood off his chest. She can see exactly where he’s torn his stitches, and she’ll have to undo them and start from scratch.

“Hey.” Klaus says insistently. “Caroline look at me.“ He adds as he grips her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze.

"You can’t keep doing this.” She whispers into the space between them. “I can’t keep doing this if you keep knocking out the comms, leaving me sitting there wondering if you’re going to make it back to me alive or in a coffin draped with a British flag.”

And she hates herself for saying those words, because it starts to blur the lines of whatever the hell they are.

Klaus strokes her cheek with unfocused eyes, and she feels the slick wetness of the blood that he leaves behind. He lets her stitch him up, lets her put him back together.

He fumbles his way out of her bathroom and into her bed, and she tries not to look in the mirror as she cleans the blood off her hands.