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kenneth-carson:

Work Bitch || Kelly

It had been by a stroke of luck that Ken heard that the owner of The Boutique, which he thought was a fantastic name, was looking for a personal assistant. And by stroke of luck, it meant he had wandered into the store and asked the person behind the counter if they were looking to hire. He had mainly just wanted to be close to clothes, high end clothes at that!, but when they had told him about the assistant position he knew he needed to get it.

He left but returned the following day, resume in hand and ready to get down on his knees to beg if he had to. The same worker from the day previous had recognized him and told him that the boss was in her office. So off he went to meet said boss woman.

Imagine his surprise to have found, “Tallulah Robinson. Why am I not surprised you’re the one in charge here?”

Ken wrapped his arms around her to return the hug, rocking from side to side for a moment, happy to have found another long lost friend. He pulled away, only letting her get far enough away to look at her properly but still with his hands on her upper arms. “You look great! I’m in love with this pattern you got going on…is it all stitched?”

(outfit)

“You shouldn’t be! Of course the most fashion forward place in this town is owned by me. If I didn’t do it who would?” Tallulah remarked, pulling away from their greeting hug.

She straightened her jacket back, she suddenly felt self conscious. Ken hadn’t seen her since she graduated and left this small town behind... and now she was back. No glam LA boutique... just a fashion design degree and a boutique in tiny ole Swynlake. And her suit wasn’t even hand stitched! “Uh, no. This one isn’t one that I made by hand. It’s a Westwood though...”

Tallulah backed up to her desk and leaned on the front, gesturing for Ken to take a seat in the plush velvet chair across from her. “So, I don’t think you’re back in town just to shop! Are you visiting family?”

#kelly #swynken #work bitch

Work Bitch || Kelly

Tallulah hated doing her own clerical work. She was a creative and these stacks of papers were only growing as days went on that she hadn’t hired a PA. The designer was struggling to put ideas into her spring line sketchbook when most of her time was spent at The Boutique. Which, she totally wasn’t complaining! She loved her business like it was her firstborn child!

However, it definitely put her creative endeavors on the back burner.

The redhead sat in her cushy pink office chair behind the stacks, staring glumly into the mess. She shot up in her seat when someone entered her office, all the way in the back of the shop. Who just let someone back here?!?! Annie?!?! Papers toppled over, but Tallulah let them. She can’t be fucked to care about them anymore. Especially not after she recognized the person standing in her all but pristine office!

“Ken?!?! Oh my god, how are you? What brings you to my girl cave?” Tallulah rapid fire greeted, getting up to give him a cheery hug.

[the fit]

@kenneth-carson

#swynken #work bitch #kelly #so excited for this

laszlowrobinson

Complain Therapy || Tallulah + Laszlo

tallulahrobinson:

Tally was happy to have gotten her brother laughing instead of fretting about whatever the kids were saying nowadays. Which, he picked the right person to complain to about because Tallulah knew everything!

Tallulah gasped and sprung up from her bed at the mention of the word; drip. She did a little spin while declaring, “I have drip, Lasz!”

“Drip, is like… you have style. Cool, expensive clothes… TASTE. It’s important to have drip in my industry!” She paused for a second before hesitantly asking with a face of distaste, “did they say… you have drip?”

Laszlo blinked, lifting his head off the pillows enough to watch his sister give a twirl. (It reminded him of when they had been children, and her dresses had been fashioned for that sort of thing, the skirt flaring out.) He let out an amused breath through his nose and let his head fall back again as he listened to her explain all this to him.

Drip. Drip?? Why had they chosen drip of all words to mean all that? It didn’t even make sense. Most of the time a drip was annoying, it meant you had a leaky faucet or something.

“Uh— well no. I think I was told my outfit had the opposite effect.” Of course, the horse trousers probably weren’t all that tasteful to what the kids were wearing these days.

tallulahrobinson

Tallulah was truly scared for the future generation and the future of fashion if her brother's students thought he had drip. Maybe he would if he ever let her dress him. But he was always opposed, something about self expression in its truest form... His persona was always that of an eccentric creative, Tallulah's was too but in a very different manner. She couldn't dress him the way she could others, though she didn't mind as much with her brother. He was so unique, covering it with visions of someone else's would only dull his brightness.

"They'd be right," Tallulah agreed, despite her admiration for her brother and his tendency to pave his own path. She couldn't be so soft all the time, people needed to remember who she was! A career woman! "I don't hate the pants too much... there's just a lot going on but that's not always a bad thing. However, the horses remind me of something a ten year old girl would wear if she were dressed by her single father..."

#lazulah #complain therapy

😊

Definitely seeing people wearing my designs out and about. There is something so satisfying in making something that others enjoy and making them feel confident!

Everyone deserves to have clothes they feel good in, so knowing that I can give that to someone is the best part of having this business!

#career day #ask meme

❓ Why don’t you make your clothes free?

Because my time, creativity, technical skill, and materials are worth something! I agree that not all hobbies or passions need to be monetized; sometimes doing something for the sake of the enjoyment it brings you is worth it 100%! But I have been lucky enough to turn my passions into my livelihood!

I do, however, make custom items for friends and family as gifts quite often. Who knows, get on my good side and make my Christmas list and maybe you will start getting clothes for free! 😉

#career day #ask meme #swyntanya

truitt-story

Swynlake Secondary Small Business Day! (Ask Meme)

Send me an emoji to ask my character a question about their business! Feel free to send IC from your character’s account, or on anon if your character asked anonymously/if you want to send as an NPC)

💡 What gave you the initial idea to start your business?

💔 What are some of the challenges of running a business?

😊 What has been the most rewarding part for you so far?

🏆 What is one achievement you’re proud of in running your business?

📣 What is one piece of advice you would give?

🤝 Who has been helpful in your support system?

⏰ What is a typical workday like?

🛠️ What prepared you best for your career?

📅 What are your plans for the future? 💖 What drew you to this career?

❓Free question!

laszlowrobinson:

Complain Therapy || Tallulah + Laszlo

An ugly laugh he hadn’t been expecting burst out, making him reach up to cover his mouth with one hand and playfully slap at Tallulah’s shoulder— both in the sense that it was a good joke but that it was also a very bad one at the expense of their poor mother. Who wouldn’t be a nightmare with her curse, after all?

He let out a large breath once he had gotten over it.

“Interesting.” The corners of his mouth tightened, pulling down as he considered this. He thought over the phrases he would hear during class with this knew given context and he supposed that made sense.

“And what about drip? I feel like they’re talking about their clothes, but how does that make any sense?” A beat. “I guess it doesn’t have to but then what’s the context of that?”

Tallulah gasped and sprung up from her bed at the mention of the word; drip. She did a little spin while declaring, “I have drip, Lasz!”

“Drip, is like... you have style. Cool, expensive clothes... TASTE. It’s important to have drip in my industry!” She paused for a second before hesitantly asking with a face of distaste, “did they say... you have drip?”

#lazulah #complain therapy

Tallulah’s Christmas Gifts

(all employees got a holiday bonus as well)

#xmas gifts #this is an ad to be in the robinfam

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tallulahrobinson☑️: Happy Holidays to all! What was the best gift you received or gave this year?

#tally insta

sommer-girl:

A (Pretty) Christmas Sweater | Talluna

Anna had put herself under a lot of pressure. Elsa’s birthday and Christmas were the same week, and she had to make sure her presents for both were good, because it was their first time spending Elsa’s birthday together. Plus, she kind of felt bad for December birthdays– they always got slighted with Christmas around the corner.

Elsa wasn’t a big clothing person, but Anna knew that the staff at the Boutique was helpful. They had helped her find dresses for special occasions before, after all. So Anna decided to go there first and walk right up to the first person she saw. “Er, could I have some help? I’m looking for a gift.”

[fit check]

@tallulahrobinson

[being extra! here is the fit, top and bottoms!]

Tally Robinson was a business owner now, but that didn’t mean she did all of the foot work. She had an accountant running the numbers for her while she got to do the tastemaking. It was the end of the fall season, so she was going around and resetting the whole store. Mannequins, wrestled into submission to be clothed in cooler tones for the winter. Warmer plaids and deep tones shifted to the back to make room for the newer launch directly in front of the door.

She delegated folding and organizing to one of her red headed employees... Jeez, would she be sued for discrimination for employing people that looked like her? That’s ridiculous, Pacifica is here. And frankly, she’s one of the best. Tallulah was lost in thought, deciding whether to leave this sweater tucked or untucked when a guest approached.

Turning, a smile lit up her face, she loved giving advice. She does it off the clock too. “Absolutely! It’s what I live for! Who’s it for, love?”

#a pretty christmas sweater #talluna

cracksinthe-ice:

Ice Cold Fire {Nimble & Tallulah}

Nimble should have known better to expect class from his younger cousins. The lot of them were idiots. And now Nimble had a case of mistaken identity and Briar was rightfully avoiding him.

Perhaps he had made the right decision that by the time Nimble found him he wouldn’t feel like hurting him. And Nimble could end it right now but summoning him. Customs would dictate the other respond but Nimble would rather not murder his cousin in the mortal realm.

Which lead him to need more creative outlets if he didn’t want to level the town in his anger. The frozen lake was the best place and Nimble skated a program he normally did in the Icelands and while he was used to stares and amazement afterward he raised an eyebrow at the girl on the edge of the lake when he finished.

“Is there something you need?”

@tallulahrobinson

Tallulah hadn’t lived in a place cold enough to ice skate in years. So she was busting out the old skates, a figure of speech, these skates were brand new. When she got to Atlantis Lake, there was already someone there in the morning light. The sun was glinting off the ice causing her to only see the silhouette of the figure moving across it gracefully.

It made her a bit nervous... she hadn’t ice skated in years so she was probably rusty. But she couldn’t let anyone make her feel inferior! She was a Robinson, damn it. When they approached, the ginger girl straightened up and held her head high. She could tell he was a gorgeous man. Her bitter attitude changed its tune when she saw that jawline... “No, I was just here to partake as well. You’re pretty good, are you Olympic or something?”

#ice cold fire #nimble #nathaniel eden

Winter Formal Collection - “High Fantasy Literature”

#designs #the boutique on main street #things I think Tallulah would design

laszlowrobinson:

Complain Therapy || Tallulah + Laszlo

He gave a loud and drawn out mmmhmmm, ready to cite what happened literally at her last birthday bash. That being said, she was right— teenage!Tallulah (even from over the phone or email updates from their parents to him) had very much been great material for a movie. No, a television serious.

“Sometimes I feel like it doesn’t even matter if I try to understand since their language seems to move at light speed. But alright. um—” Laszlo paused for a moment, rifling through his brain for one of the many things that had bounced around the halls and classroom that had made him wonder if he had accidentally woken up in the wrong universe. “Oh! Someone said, that’s cap. What does that mean?”

Any millennial and under knew whatever lingo was circulating at the moment. Or ATM! Lasz should know better. He wasn’t so much older than Tallulah and frankly, that fact terrified her. If her older brother was out of the loop, then how much longer did she have of being relevant?

Casually avoiding that spiral, the totally trendy designer elected to actually listen to her brother. It was rare, so he better appreciate these lessons. “Oh! So, cap is like... a lie. Like when someone says like ‘oh I banged your mom!’ you would say ‘that’s cap!’ because it’s a lie. I mean, obviously it would be a lie because our mother is a nightmare...”

Were ‘your mom’ jokes still in? They had to be, they were timeless.

#lazulah #complain therapy

laszlowrobinson:

Mr. Roboto || Tallulah + Franny + Laszlo

mrsrcbinscn:

Franny wished she knew.

She’d been so busy with Sovanna all morning that she only just now was venturing outside of either hers or Sovanna’s bedrooms.

Though, come to think of it…

“The house did seem warmer than usual. When I checked the heat, it was all the way up to 30 C (86 F). I just thought Lucille was freezing so decided to bake us like cookies.”

@laszlowrobinson @tallulahrobinson

Laszlo went on to list all the things he had noticed around the house. The furniture, the windows, the dishes he’d found not in their proper cabinets, the hallway that had been deemed Christmas— and so on and so forth.

He tilted his head, knocking the heel of his hand against his temple to try and get what felt like water from his ear.

“I’m sure there’s more, too! Clearly, someone’s been running around here doing all sorts of things.” He stood up straight again, looking over where the bubble blob was crawling further and further out of the bathroom door. “Seriously, has someone wronged anyone lately? Has anyone been cursed?” He paused. “Again?”

@tallulahrobinson @mrsrcbinscn

Tallulah rolled her eyes at Franny’s comment, Lucille was indeed always trying to cook them in this damn place.

She had to actually think about whether or not she’d pissed anyone off enough to be cursed. She understood that she could be abrasive to the more feeble minded folk. But with her mother being cursed, she tended to air on the side of niceties with sorcerers. “Well, I don’t think I have done anything wrong... but Lasz, you know how it is when you have fame and money! People just hate you for being what they wish they were!”

And she knew people wished they were Tallulah Robinson.

“Franny? Have you given anyone a reason to ruin our laundry?”

@mrsrcbinscn @laszlowrobinson

#robinfam #mr roboto

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#bdrpwrimokit #bdrpwrimokit2021

laszlowrobinson:

Complain Therapy || Tallulah + Laszlo

Laszlo rolled his eyes and turned on his side, grabbing one of her pillows to stuff under his head. “That’s because you never don’t have drama.”

He suspected this was because she secretly enjoyed it— Laszlo did, too, but only as a consumer not as someone who was apart of it. Why else did people think he didn’t touch social media? (Unless he needed to say happy birthday to someone or something monumental had happened, like Sovanna or Tallulah’s shop opening.) It was nothing but drama.

“Anyway, that’s the thing, I have absolutely no idea what any of them are talking about a good 60 percent of the time!” He threw his hands up slightly. “It’s all nonsense to me. I’m starting to empathize with our parents now and that must mean I’m getting old.”

Tallulah scoffed at her brother, she didn’t always have drama... well, some of the time she didn’t! “That’s not true! I was way more controversial in secondary. I’m above petty drama now!” She protested, simply just to protest.

She bit her lip when Lasz explained further. Hm... were they becoming out of touch? No. Tally wasn’t at least, but her older brother surely was. He liked to remain out of the trenches, even when they were younger. But Tallulah could give him a few pointers on trudging through the teenage angst. “Well, what kinds of things are they saying? Maybe I know what they are talking about, after all, I am the coolest Robinson. I’m totally in the know.”

#lazulah #complain therapy

laszlowrobinson:

Complain Therapy || Tallulah + Laszlo

This semester had been one for the books! And it wasn’t even over yet!

Coming into the beginning of it fresh out of that horrid dream that Augusts always seemed to bring only for the follow up to be the fabulous Blackwell woman turning out to be not so fabulous (in the way that she had wanted to hurt and murder a bunch of people, unfortunately her aesthetic had still been impeccable by throwing that party to do so) by unleashing Swynlake’s Worsts Hits, all the students hadn’t been so quick to bounce back.

Which was understandable! Of course it was, but getting them to pay attention after that? And with the holiday break on the horizon? Madness.

Laszlo had come home that afternoon and went looking for his favorite sister. It took him a few tried, but he eventually found her in her room. (Probably should ahve checked there first now that he thought about it.)

He let out a sound, caught somewhere between tired, relieved, and annoyed, before face planting into her bed. It bounced under his weight and he took a moment to just lay there before turning his face to the side so he wasn’t talking right into the mattress. “I think I’ve finally cracked up— my brain knows too much about the teenage population of this town now more than it did when you were going to school here.”

@tallulahrobinson

Tally was just scrolling through her insta on this fine Thursday evening. She had decided to finally give herself a break since her new launch was nearly completed. However, her mindless double tapping was interrupted by Laszlo’s whining.

Now, hear her out, she was always open to her brother to vent to. But she was a bit out of touch. Oh well, time to get in with the kids. “Ooh? What are the kids into these days? I mean, my drama was probably way more interesting.”

@laszlowrobinson

#lazulah #complain therapy

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