( I keep pulling a Houdini but I promise it’s because I’m genuinely busy l aughs )
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Such excitement and passion. This woman would fair well with the Testa. They treated clothing as a luxurious as if it was the gold that decorated their castle. A strong hold from this woman let Lucinda know she was strong willed. ❝ I believe I understanding this. I like them a lot especially how they come in different colors and designs. It’s very lovely even thought some clothing doesn’t look right on me because of my body type. ❞ Her blue gaze settles upon her attire, ❝ Did you make this design? It looks quiet lovely on you. ❞
“NOTHING IS WORSE,” Her eminence said, with some measure of a neutral tone, though always there was that underlying passion in her -- imminent, inevitable, like the eye of a hurricane. “Than human beings SQUEEZING their bodies into clothing that DOES NOT suit them. How delightful it is to see someone who KNOWS the limits of their body, of what CLOTHING looks on them.”
Manicured hands stroke the length of her own clothing, running a hand over sharp curvature. RAGYO KIRYUIN herself handled her body as one might have handled a decoration; ungently, and without an ounce of care for the fragility underneath. “Not I, no. My DEAREST TAILOR handled this design for me ---- with all my SPECIFICATIONS in mind.”
Day 145 out of 365. Michael Jackson - Je Ne Veux Pas La Fin De Nous (I Just Can’t Stop Loving You) [French Version]
“Pour la première fois, je sais que c’est toi J’ai besoin de rêver Je vais t’emmener”
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☣ – — ”What would you like to drink Ma’am?”
“TEA,” Never had she been such a strong PROPONENT of the western ideal of COFFEE, but cafes catered to so much more than the lackluster TASTES of the masses ---- thankfully, for her. Her nails she examines, back straighter in the chair. “NO SUGAR.”
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❛ ♕. ｆｕｒｅｎｓ ｐｕｅｌｌａ —
With a brief glance around ( alas, there was nobody else in the immediate area ) it quickly became evident that this gaudyyet elegantly dressedwoman was, in fact, referring to herself. Though to an extent, her words rang true, she wasn’t nearly as fearsome as Wrathia. At least, not to Ava. Small hands lifted up to her chest, idly fiddling with thekeynecklace that hung about her neck as pupils contracted, glowing and bathing her cheeks in the dim light of their unnatural colour.
❝ …Er, you’re– You’re “ Ragyō Kiryūin ”, then…? ❞
“NONE OTHER,” For who was alike RAGYO KIRYUIN herself, who could shake the entire lands of Japan underneath her feet ---- who could BEND the world to her will by the strings of their greediness and their vanity? Where she went, the world would follow; the world would bow; the world would break. It was a beautiful thing, her own power, and she wielded it well. Like a true EMPRESS, with her hands coiled tightly around her own empire.
Her eyes followed the movements of the other woman, and then up the necklace onto the eyes, where her own did not leave.
“And YOU are?”
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“What exactly?” he gazed up at her hair, bright and colorful. Now, it was rather confusing as to what she was referring to in her statement.
“OH, NO DOUBT YOU aren’t that dense,” Replied the voice of RAGYO KIRYUIN, her disdain for the man’s outfit hardly RESTRAINED within her own voice. Those who did not dress well, those who did not SHOW themselves well ---- they were beneath even her PRETENTION. “I’m talking about your OUTFIT. As colorful and HAPHAZARD as it is -- but lacking anything even resembling a FASHIONISTA’S touch. Despicable.”
( Before I forget! This is an important announcement regarding my gender ---- Please refer to me with they/them/themself pronouns from henceforth. I need to update this in the rules, but! It should be said, of course. )
( I’m putting the cap at FIVE. )
Also, let me know if I did not reply to an old thread of ours TODAY. I’m recollecting my drafts & I’m sure my activity gave me the middle finger somewhere...
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when you see gross porn of your favorite character
aaestus replied to your post: ( old munday pic f rom like… two days...
WHAT THE FUCK,, WHAT THE FUFKC??? I WANT A JOHN BENDER SHIRT
( i’m about 45% unsure on whether hot topic ‘ borrowed ‘ the design or not so if someone knows the shirt & knows another source let me -- or aaestus -- know y/y )
( don’t even talk to me about my john bender shirt either it’s so fucking dumb BUT WOWIE i love it )
( old munday pic f rom like... two days ago. I'm a model y e ah )
Koro knew how to be a gentleman. No matter how crappy he was treated in return. Show them respect– they won’t attack. But get out of line could cause some trouble. Unlike others. he was fine playing nice. It wasn’t like his students or Jay was in danger. So he had no reason to lash out.
The male’s beady eyes never left the woman. It wasn’t to put up a guard, but more of interest mixed with curiosity. She didn’t exactly smell human. Despite having no visible nose– he did have them. And they were great on smelling scents. Even to the point where he can pick out who’s gone in a building from the others. Also able to snuff out sweets, guns, and others..
“Perhaps I should stop by and get some for Jay.. I can tell already by what you wear that the clothes are high quality and appealing…I have a feeling she would like it.. As for the stores– I don’t think our little city has stores from REVOCs.. so it’s probably part of that 10 percent.” Compliment and stay on their good side. Though, he did speak truthfully. The dressed was elegant.. And actually, he thought his demon would like some new dresses.
“There must be the head quarters near here? Where you work? Perhaps you can give me a little tour. I certainly have the money to buy for my Jay. So a little tour perhaps in one of your stores? You don’t have to if you don’t want to of course.”
The death god didn’t want to force her to do anything. Though he was interested at seeing such things and buy a few clothes. If not, he was sure he would get around to find the place on his own.
“IT WOULD BE A WASTE OF MY TIME,” She said, evenly -- and not apologetically -- to the octopus. “To GIVE you a tour. I am the CEO, after all! I have TRYING business elsewhere.” Much more trying, given the STATE of her two daughters. She had discipline to dole out; a MOTHER’S HAND to hit with. To give a tour was indeed, at the very least, a waste of her all too VALUABLE time.
She knew the compliments for the transparency that they came with, but it pleased her. It was nothing short of EXHILARATING to be given such a measure of RESPECT. To be regarded as her eminence so deserved. She smiled upon the creature. With some condescension in the curl of her lips, but with a SMILE all the same.
“If your JAY so desires clothing, then it is not UNREASONABLE that she may come herself -- to be FITTED, maybe? To wear something WORTHY of your DEVOTION towards her? Such clothing can be found in any MAJOR city -- so long as it has the REVOCS label upon it!”
She seemed to vibrate at the very thought of her clothing being both bought and worn; the idea of it brought a kind of WARMTH to her, but she remained prone. It wouldn’t do to turn the creature away from the thought -- such would have the very opposite of the effect she DESIRED. To CONTROL through FABRIC!
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her voice may be controlled, strong, filled with bravado, but her teeth were not sharp enough to bite GOD on the wrist. her words were not bold enough to phase the HOLY. and her expression, like a lioness crouched to strike, did not make the HUNTER quiver– in fact, it fueled him to tame the beast, and skin it alive. creatures beneath him ( all creatures ), were so emotionally sensitive. burn their dog, they cried. kiss their love, they fight. even utter the word of betrayal and they would throw themselves on the floor and scream at GOD for lying. it was too amusing to watch them, but also interesting. interesting that something could be so sensitive. so he smiled at her, a coy expression for a condesending glare, hidden with flowers so that you could not see the snake beneath.
“your idea of fashion is so vulgar,” he begins, each word laced with honey and oh too soft to considering an insult. it would ring confusion, perhaps, but many just complied to the words. “and i’m certainly not going to waste my breath on you, my dear.” as if it was truly the end of the 19th century, DIO folded his arm behind his back, resting the hand on the small of his back. crimson eyes watched the woman carefully, as he took a sip of his drink. ears worked away to hear the change of her beating heart. too amused was he, like an observer at the opera. “you shouldn’t be arguing my dear i hear its bad for one’s health. enjoy yourself.”
IT TOOK SOME MEASURE OF STRENGTH to remain nonplussed in the face of his words. Her eminence listened, but not without the strong BEATING of her enraged and deformed heart within, battering against the prison of her bones in order to be UNLEASHED, for she so deeply ACHED to allow her PASSION of FASHION to be unleashed from within, to STRIKE out at the man before her, so he would know what it meant to KNEEL before anyone, for RAGYO KIRYUIN ached for nothing less than to have him bow before her as she had made the sycophants around them BOW. For her power was nothing more than ULTIMATE, here. Her power and her money were both the STRENGTH behind her -- and she controlled it all with an IRON FIST. That it hadn’t impressed even ONE person infuriated her deeply. She felt it as one felt a gash from a tiger’s swipe. That was -- DEEPLY.
His tone, honeyed as it were, could not have been mistaken for anything BUT an insult to her. Any tone that did not quake in fear of her was a sheer slap in the face. But she remained made of marble; cold, untouched, unadorned, unwithering. For his smile, she returned her own. And she ensured it was as knife-like as it felt.
“VULGAR?” She returned. “When CLOTHING has been nothing but that which BINDS me to this world? My PASSION for it must OFFEND you -- DRAB as your OPINIONS on the topic ARE.”
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W… Wasted…?! I… write about the harsh realities of life… a-and the beauty of the ugly underbelly of human nature. Explain to m-me how that’s… squandering any of my talent! Or… is it something else entirely? Is my talent wasted on such… a piteous, ugly girl…? Is that it…?!
“I MEANT NO DISRESPECT.”
Not overtly, at least. But after that particular combination of words... perhaps disrespect was meant to be LEVELED upon them, as INSECURE as they seemed. RAGYO KIRYUIN offered a smile that was neither meant to be comforting or disparaging.
“I only meant that such TALENTS deserve to be noticed, instead of whiling away... here.”
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❝ wwell, i’m here because of a scholarship, but i don’t really know what you mean by condition. ❞ she had a guess, though haruhi genuinely hoped it wasn’t true. if a woman who only spoke to her for a few minutes could tell she wasn’t who the host club made her to be; was her secret truly safe? perhaps it was the condition of her hosting ability? she wasn’t jumping from customer to customer as quickly as tamaki, nor was she nearly as suave. maybe it’d be a little harsh, but haruhi prayed it was the latter.
“OF COURSE YOU DON’T,”
And RAGYO KIRYUIN left it at that, though not without a smile -- a flicker in the eyes that spoke more than it should have. She drank the proffered tea in minute silence. Her EMINENCE had noticed how personable this particular host was. More intimate, was perhaps the word. They spent more time with their clients than was expected, and that was something to be ADMIRED. Undoubtedly, this was a tiring experience -- lauding attention onto others without real payment in return. It was something that RAGYO KIRYUIN would not have been able to handle with much grace, herself.
“I have no doubt that this must be such a STRENUOUS line of work. Offering people such PLATITUDES -- allowing them to foolishly believe you MEAN every compliment you say. How TIRING that must be, deep down!”
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❛ ♕. ｆｕｒｅｎｓ ｐｕｅｌｌａ —
❝ Shaking? Why… Why would I be sh-shaking? ❞
“BECAUSE you STAND in the PRESENCE of RAGYO KIRYUIN.”