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[slushycoookie]

My Husband Has a Symbiote! Pt.5

Pt.1 ~ Pt.2 ~ Pt.3 ~ Pt.4 ~ Pt.5

Relationship: Miguel O'Hara x AFAB! Reader

Word Count: 3.2k

Content: Lactation kink, pregnancy sex, childbirth, MINORS DNI!!!

Summary: In the final stage of your pregnancy, you find out a new thing your husband likes.

A/N: This will be the "last" part of this mini-series. I'm leaving it open-ended just in case I have another one in me. But count this as complete! I appreciate anyone who's been reading! (And I totally forgot to make a tag list. I will do that next time I do a series.)

“Aww, you shouldn’t have!” You hold up the hundredth spider suit onesie designed for an infant.

Miles' small smile was something you couldn’t be upset at, “It's no problem. But there's more.” He points to the tissue paper, causing you to look deeper inside. You gasp at the hand-drawn baby book. It's colorful and bright with a story about how a young spider made her way to find her family.

“Miles! This is adorable.” You squeal with excitement, holding it up for Miguel who was watching from afar with a smile. You motion Miles over to proceed to kiss his face with gratitude. Miles accepts your appreciation before politely pulling away.

“You're welcome.”

“My turn!” Another spider jumped in with another present.

For some reason, you've never pictured yourself having a baby shower. At HQ, out of all places. Plenty at Spider Society wanted to give you gifts to celebrate the baby. Which mainly consisted of their spider merch for babies.

Others were thoughtful. Hobie gave you a few CDs of punk music for the baby. He said it was supposed to help with developmental growth. Pavitr and Gwen collaborated on buying some baby toys. It was mainly stuffed animals. Somehow you also noticed the stuffed version of their spider personas in there. And Margo gave a few video games that also helped the development of the baby. Although these weren't going to be used until your child was big enough to hold a controller.

You were ecstatic to have a large circle who loved and cared for you genuinely.

“Oh, you're…leaking.” A spider pointed out. You looked down and your blouse was getting stained by milk droplets from your breasts.

Miguel was immediately by your side with a few wipes, “We can stop if you want-”

“I'm ok.” You said, “It's just a little milk.” In fact, it's been happening occasionally throughout your third trimester. Milk staining your shirts, preparing for your baby. Your husband lingered by your side for a moment and you caught him glancing at your breasts. Probably out of concern.

After getting home from the baby shower, Miguel insisted you relax on the couch. Making you watch him carry endless boxes from the party through the portal, setting them inside the house.

“I guess we don't have to worry about getting baby clothes for a while, huh?” You joked, losing count on how many baby spider onesies you all received.

“I'm not having our daughter just wear clothes that look like spider suits.” Miguel sighed, looking amongst all the boxes. Trying to figure out where to put them. You stood, ready to come to his aid. “I got this, baby. Go sit and relax.”

“I've been sitting all day.” You reminded him. “I need something to do.” You picked up a marker and started to go through what was in each box and label it. The two of you agreed to keep a few boxes in the house and put the rest in the garage. ‘It's what they're for’ as your husband would say.

It was a comfortable silence while you two dove in the boxes. After spending all day surrounded by people who constantly congratulated you, giving you stuff you needed, it was nice to enjoy the quiet. You two were pretty much ready for the due date in a couple of weeks. Miguel was not going to stand being underprepared if he couldn’t help it.

The boxes were almost done, your husband paused and honed on your breasts. “It's happening again.”

“God.” You huffed, going to the nearest bathroom. Quickly grabbing some paper towels. You understood that you had to produce milk for your baby, but it was getting a little annoying.

“Shut up.” You heard your husband say. It caused you to peek out from the doorframe in question.

“What was that?”

“Nothing!” Miguel quickly said, “It's just Ravage.”

You blinked, decided to not indulge and went back to cleaning yourself up. You were actually surprised by Ravage's willing cooperation throughout your pregnancy. The alien was still insatiable though and you were hesitant at first. Once the doctor reported that you should expect to have a healthy pregnancy, the symbiote was on to have sex a lot. Not letting a baby bump stop them from getting what they want..

It was actually nice though since your hormones have been off the charts. If you even looked at Miguel, you'd get horny. Not caring where you were at all. As long as he fucked you.

“Need some help?”

Miguel asked, standing by the door with a washcloth in his hand. He closes the door to the bathroom to create some more privacy like you two didn’t have.

“It's ok.” You try to decline but he takes away the paper towels, tossing them in the trash.

“It's not. Let me.” He dabs the warm, damp cloth on your breast. A much better feeling than the coarse texture the paper towel gave. You didn’t protest, knowing he was going to care for you in any way he can. But you watched his eyes.

They were honed in on your breasts. As if he was under a spell. Enraptured by the rag soaking up the milk droplets from your nipples. You held your breath, worried that if a small gust escaped you, it would break him from his trance.

“I think you're good.” Miguel snaps himself out of it, shooting you a small smile.

“Are you okay?”

“I'm ok. Why?”

You weren't sure whether to bring up what you just saw. Maybe it was your hormones acting up again. “Nothing. Nevermind.” You reassure him with a kiss.

While getting ready for your due date, you wanted to get ahead on things. You spoke to Jess on some breastfeeding tips. You figured it would be a good idea to ask since you've been leaking every five minutes.

The spider woman helps you on how to hold the baby, demonstrating by holding the air. You were listening to what she was saying, but you wondered if it would be better to have a visual aid.

“I would show you with Gerry, but he's a bit old to be breastfeeding now.” Jess laughs, “But I think there's something that could help.”

She shows you the breastfeeding dolls. Designed to do exactly what the name says. A baby with its mouth partially opened, giving you ample amount of practice to hold your baby correctly while they're feeding. And you could customize the baby too.

You quickly bought one, excited when it arrived a few days later. You undressed your fake baby from the plastic, eager to try it out.

With the help of Jess’ advice and a few diagrams from the pamphlet that was with your baby, you practiced. Holding the child close to your chest, making sure the mouth was positioned correctly so your not real kid was fed. How convenient that while you were practicing, milk started to leak from your nipple again. Into your fake baby's mouth.

“What are you doing?”

You turn from your position on the couch to see your husband, back from work. His face twisted in question. “Practicing. Wanna see?”

“Practicing what?” Miguel hesitantly walks over, answering his question as he sees you and the fake baby. “You need to practice breastfeeding?”

You nod, still cradling the child in your arms. “I want to make sure I get it right. I don't want to mess it up.”

“You won't mess it up.” He sits beside you, “I know you won’t.”

“Thanks. But I just wanna make sure.” You go back to pretend feeding your baby. Miguel is still next to you, watching you practice. It wasn't weird, you figured he wants to see how it works.

“And you need a fake baby to practice?”

“Yes, Miguel.” You give him a quick kiss to make him hush and you think that works but…

“This baby doesn't have fangs. Our baby might.”

You purse your lips, “I know. We already talked about the genetic make-up of our kid.” It was concluded that there was a strong chance your daughter would have fangs and red eyes. Since the percentage of spider genes in your spouse was 50/50. But you didn’t care. You'd love your daughter if she had eight eyes.

“Then maybe you should practice with something that has fangs.”

Your brows furrowed in confusion, “The baby design options were not that detailed. And we don't know any babies with fangs. Not that I'm saying to steal a baby, I'm just-”

Miguel takes the fake baby from you, placing it behind himself. Your eyes follow his movements when he turns you to face him.

“I have fangs.”

You blink, “They retract.”

“So?”

“So, I'm not going to breastfeed you.”

“Why not?” He looks at your chest again, still exposed from your practice. Milk leaking out once more.

You force out a chuckle, “Mig, you don't want to drink from my boob.”

“I didn't say that. Why are you implying that I don't want to taste?” His thumb presses against your nipple, drops of milk pouring down his digit. “It's food that helps feed our baby. It's not dangerous or anything.

You bite your lip as he flicks your nipple to watch the milk pour out. You didn’t want to admit out loud that seeing him like this was sexy.

“Is this you or Ravage being like this?”

Miguel leans forward, his body right above yours, “This is me and Ravage.”

“Oh.” Your face starts to get hot, “How long have you two been like this?”

“Since you started leaking. I'm not proud of the unnecessary thoughts I've had.” He ducks his head in embarrassment. But you couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that your husband wants to suck on your tiddy.

“I don't mind.”

Miguel groaned, his hands gripping the couch. “Sure you don't. I feel like a…pervert.”

“You're not a pervert.” You reassure him by resting a hand on his cheek. “You're just…discovering something new.”

“That's putting it lightly.” Miguel starts to push away, shutting himself down from what he craved deep down. But you didn’t want him to make him feel ashamed. You wanted him to do it.

By taking his arm, you make him stay. Removing your shirt, ignoring the milk dripping down to the underside of your breast. You keep calm as Miguel’s eyes darken at the sight of you. Licking his lips at the sight of the liquid. “Do it. It's ok.”

He bends down after your permission, capturing a breast between his lips. Miguel sucks, his body rumbling at the taste of your milk. Because of your hormones, everything was dialed up to 11. The sensation of his lips on you was enough for your wetness to stir down below. An embarrassing whimper escapes you, while you clutch at him in need.

Miguel makes sure both of your breasts are tended to by licking a strip of excess milk up from your other breast. His groans fill the open space and your ears.

“You taste delicious.” He compliments after getting the remaining droplets from your skin. “Our baby will love it.”

You notice his bulge amongst his pants, “You're loving it too.”

Miguel’s hand dips inside past your sweatpants and underwear. The lightest touch amongst your folds makes you croon as he feels your wetness. “So are you.”

Miguel became relentless once he started tasting your breast milk. The two of you played it under the guise that you were practicing when this was nowhere near that. Whenever you two were alone and you started leaking, instead of using a tissue, he used his mouth. Collecting every ounce of milk that came from your nipple.

It was addicting.

Your husband taking turns with the symbiote, tongues lapping at your nipples, tasting every single drop. Satisfied for the day. Especially when it came during sex.

You wondered if your belly would be in the way but Miguel took care of that. Using his strength to make sure he did all of the work, not you.

He would secure you by gripping your thighs. Spreading your legs just right before lifting you up and sinking you down on his gigantic cock. You refrain him from taking his symbiote form while having sex during the last trimester, unsure if his larger length would affect the baby. But his normal body was more than enough.

You'd whine while taking him as he lazy thrusts up into you. His face buried in your chest as he did so. Sucking on any drop of milk, groaning with his movements. Your arousal coated his cock, easy for him to slip and slide right in. And then a sense of satisfaction waved over your body once you were finished.

You had to enjoy these moments while you still can.

Your due date was coming in a few days. In a perfect world, Miguel would stay by your side. Watching over you and ready to go once the big day arrived. Instead, there was an influx of anomalies popping up in different dimensions. Leaving your husband to take care of it.

Plans had to change. He connected his watch to yours so he'd be informed when you call him for the big moment. He promised to pick up right away. You noticed his annoyance of the change of plans, knowing he didn't like not being nearby while you were like this. But you took it in stride. Soon, your baby girl will be here in your world.

Miguel had to go once more, kissing you goodbye along with the usual spiel of what to do when your water breaks. You decided to do a once over the baby’s room for the fifth time this week. A wide range of emotions consumed you, from excitement to fear. You want to be a good caretaker for your daughter. But you didn’t want to mess it up. All the self-help parenting books in the world wouldn't help you with the real thing.

A strange rush of fluids went through your lower body, staining your pants and the floor in the baby's room. Did your water just break?

Sharp pains riddle your stomach as you lean on the crib for support. The baby was coming. You tried to call Miguel through your watch, taking slow, deep breaths. You weren't going to panic. You two had planned for this.

He wasn’t picking up.

You could hardly move. Any attempt committed shockwaves across your entire body. You can't have the baby here, by yourself in the baby room. So you called Lyla.

“Heyo! What can I do for ya-oh that's not good.” Lyla says while watching your hunched state.

“Where's my husband?”

The AI shows you a bunch of screens you couldn't understand at the moment. “Tech issue while on a mission. Margo and I are working on it but communication is currently difficult.”

“H-How long will it take?” You were hoping for a good answer, anything to soothe your worries.

“ETA is ten minutes for all communications to be back online.”

That was definitely something you were not looking for. “In ten minutes, I'll be having this baby-” You groan, a contraction hitting you. “I-Is it possible…to tell Miguel that our baby is coming?”

“I can but it'll be delayed. He won't get the message right away due to his location.”

“Would anyone get it at HQ?”

“Oh yeah, there’s no issues there.”

“Who's at Spider Society?”

Lyla did a scan. It was quick but in your current state, she took forever. “Ben is.”

“Will the message be delayed if you reach out to him?”

“No, he should get it instantly.”

You told Lyla to send messages to Miguel and his left-hand man. You knew your spouse was going to be upset that he missed the start of what would change both of your lives. But you don’t think you could wait for him any longer. With all the strength you could muster, you grab the baby bag and place it on your shoulder. It takes everything you can to maneuver to the living room so Ben could pick you up quickly.

To your relief he was there in a flash, blue eyes darting around to get a clear look at the situation.

“Hi, Benny.” You gave him a weary smile, “Can you get me to the hospital?”

He quickly nodded, putting the baby bag across his shoulders. “I can't wait to tell Miguel I came to the rescue. You think he'd give me a metal?”

“Maybe.” You pat his shoulder as he gently picks you up, positioning you tight as he goes through the portal.

Your husband made sure there was a maternity ward and a birthing center in the building. Making sure you get top-notch level care throughout your pregnancy. Right when Ben takes you in, Miguel picks right up.

“Are you okay? Lyla told me the baby's on the way.” Before you could answer, you whined, a contraction stopping your words completely. That was enough to answer his question. “I'm coming. Just breathe like in those exercises we saw, okay? Like this.”

He starts breathing through the watch in a certain rhythm and you follow it as your doctors put you in a room. You lean against the hospital bed, the nurses helping change you into a gown.

“I really need you here, Miggy.”

You didn’t want to admit that you were scared. You had nine months to overcome your fear but now that you’re facing it, you wanted him there.

“I'm coming. Don't worry.”

True to his word, Miguel is in the delivery room not long after. Still in his suit but instantly by your side. You felt much better by his presence, gripping his hand as the birth of your baby began.

The entire labor was eight hours. You were doped up with medication so you couldn’t tell. The trials and tribulations of pushing, Miguel holding your hand to help you through it all. Thank goodness for his spider strength. It was hell, you weren’t sure if you wanted to get pregnant again after this. But it was all worth it for your baby girl.

Gabriella was beautiful with her brown skin, gentle red eyes and curly brown hair. Almost a spitting image of her father. A person you two made together after going through constant efforts of conception.

Miguel wipes his eyes, unsuccessful at holding back tears of joy. “She's beautiful.” He kisses your daughter's head and then yours.

Ravage comes out, the symbiote getting a good look at the sleeping baby in awe. “She smells. Like baby powder.”

“She does.” You press your nose to your daughter’s head, taking in that new baby smell. “Thanks, Rav. For helping us have this baby.”

The alien gets taken back. You wanted to express your gratitude, knowing your baby wouldn’t be here without them. “You are welcome.”

“We’re not letting you babysit though.” Miguel says, making it clear.

“At least until Gabi's older.” You clarified.

Ravage hums, “Fine. As long as we can have intercourse again.”

Miguel fights the urge to pinch his nose while you giggle. “Of course. Don't worry about that.”

[aestradairio]

. the Aestra Art House Gallery Exhibition 𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི

— Nestled in the heart of a bustling city, a new art gallery has opened its doors, inviting art enthusiasts to experience a unique and inspiring event. Fully glamed, you decided to attend this event as it seemed very important after you received the invitation.

As you approach the gallery, you’re welcomed by an elegant facade, its modern architecture blending seamlessly with the urban surroundings. The large windows offer glimpses of the art inside, drawing you in with their promise of discovery. Stepping through the grand entrance, you find yourself in a serene and minimalist lobby. The atmosphere is calm and inviting, with light colors and tasteful decor creating a sense of tranquility.

Standing near the entrance is an elegant lady, dressed in a chic, tailored outfit that exudes both sophistication and warmth. Her attire is a perfect blend of classic and modern, with a flowing silk blouse paired with a sleek pencil skirt, complemented by tasteful jewelry that adds a touch of sparkle without being overpowering. Her posture is poised, and she carries herself with a grace that is both welcoming and refined.

With a genuine smile, she steps forward to greet you. Her voice is warm and melodic, instantly putting you at ease.

"Welcome to our humble Gallery." she says, her eyes twinkling with enthusiasm. "We're delighted to have you here. My name is Aestra , and I'll be your guide today."

She extends her hand for a light, friendly handshake, her grip firm yet gentle. As she leads you into the main gallery, she gestures gracefully to the various sections.

"We have a wonderful collection of art from talented artists around the world. Each room has a unique theme designed to inspire your creativity and imagination. If you have any questions or need any assistance, please don't hesitate to ask me."

Her demeanor is both professional and approachable, making you feel not just a visitor but a valued guest. Throughout your tour, she provides insightful commentary on the artworks, her passion for art evident in every word. Her knowledge is extensive, yet she shares it in a way that is engaging and accessible, ensuring you feel connected to the art and the stories behind each piece.

As you move through the gallery, Aestra checks in with you periodically, offering additional information and answering any questions you might have. Her presence is a perfect balance of attentive and unobtrusive, allowing you to enjoy the exhibition at your own pace.

— Welcome to the Aestra Art Exhibition. This exhibition features a curated collection of artworks, each showcased in thoughtfully designed rooms that offer a different theme, perfect for sparking creativity and helping you build your own artwork.

The exhibition is divided into six distinct rooms, each with a unique theme designed to inspire your creativity and help you craft beautiful artwork. Each room in the gallery is a portal to a different world, that transports you between dimensions and allows you to see the beauty of other worlds realms.

1.Dreamy Pastels Room 2.Cozy Cottage Room

3.Cosmic Wonders Room 4.Nostalgia Nook Room

5.Shades of Simplicity Room 6.Noble Narratives Room

୭ ˚. You are required to do your own artwork inspired by a well chosen room that the host of the exhibition will give you @aestraevents . all you have to do is send them a letter and ask them to give you a distinct room.

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୭ ˚. Immerse yourself in the themes of our exhibition and craft your unique artwork. Be sure to tag us and use the hashtag #. ✿ ae–art house event⠀ ⠀❀𓊇⠀ .⠀ , so we can admire your creation.

Originality is Key: Please ensure your artwork is a reflection of your own creativity. Any copied artworks will lead to disqualification.

We can't wait to see your beautiful artworks and share in this artistic celebration with you!

Warm regards,

—The Lady Aestra.

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my note⁚ thanks guys for 100+ followers finally I m hosting my first event I worked hard on this for the last two weeks to host it on my first month anniversary I wish you all appreciate it🫶🏻❕

[iamacolor]

2023 sewing projects - part 1 details at the end of the post (click here for part 2)

Note: I work for a fabric shop so I get most of my fabrics for free as well as some patterns as I have to be wearing our products at work (I definitely consider it a perk). Without this job I would not be sewing as much and I'd probably be buying most of my fabric second hand or on sale as I used to do before. I also sometimes sew during work hours so keep that in mind if you're also a sewist, go at your own rythm 💜 Although I have basic training in pattern drafting I prefer to sew from pre-existing patterns to save on time (as i have to regularly make myself some new clothes for work) and discover new techniques and styles - but I often change stuffs to adapt the designs to my style.

1 - first outfit for my friend's wedding (this one was for the henna night), it's made in a linen-viscose blend and it's very easy and quick to make + i can easily wear each piece separately!

2 - second outfit for my friend's wedding made out of 100% silk muslin (it was a big remnant i found on sale) - i ended up making made a lot of changes from the base pattern: i lenghtened the sleeves a lot, i changed the skirt piece as the og one was too short for me and also too wide for my narrow fabric so i just cut rectangles in the desired length and gathered everything at the waist - the skirt is fully lined both in silk and in lining fabric - I also took a lot in at the middle back and some on the sides (i would've have loved to make a toile but sadly a nasty tendinitis kept me away from sewing for a few months so i had to speed things up before the wedding)

3 - i made this bodysuit last week - it was my first time working on a knit fabric in a while and i should have lenghtened it a bit more than i already did as the shoulder seams are being slightly pulled back - in a viscose/polyester milano knit + modified pants from a magazine in a viscose , large pants in fluid fabrics like that are great for all seasons as i can easily put some tights on underneath when it's too cold. I'm so glad i found a knitted fabric to match the print on the pants!

4/5 - this dress and blouse have the same base pattern from the same book but i modified the end of the sleeves on both (they were supposed to be gathered on a wrist band and closed with buttons) to create a ruffle effect with an elastic - on the dress i took out the collar piece and slightly adjusted the side seams to make them more fitting + i traced another skirt piece based on the back of the skirt in pic1 and added a ruffle at the bottom - the dress is made in a viscose twill and the top in a coton double gauze

6/7 - both of these tops are made from the same pattern, i simply lenghtened the sleeves for the checkered version and on both i tightened the sleeve band - it's a very quick pattern to make. The dotted one is made from a very fine coton corduroy and the checkered one is in a coton double gauze. The pants are made in a thicker corduroy, I'm very much in between sizes when it comes to pants (depending on the brands I cover around 4 sizes between my waist and my thighs at their thickest) I ended up cutting the size for my thighs and simply deepening the folds and the darts to make it fit at the waist + I wanted a loser fit on the legs so i added 1cm on each side

8 - this shirt is made in a linen and viscose blend (same fabric as the pink matching set) except for the contrasting blue elements which are in linen-coton - i had fun playing with the classic shirt finishing and deciding what to do in blue (the buttonholes are threaded in blue!)

9/10 - this top is made from a simple coton gauze, the bodice is lined with the same fabric (super quick to make although the fact that the right and wrong side are the same means i've put in on wrong at least twice lmao) - the pants are made in coton gabardine (i've also had to trace between sizes here - this is a us sizes pattern and for this i'm in between 6 and 10 with a slight redrawing of the crotch and the side seams under the pockets) I love this pattern because it comes in a slim legs version, a straight one, a wide version (this one) and a short version. I've made another large version in orange and a slim version in white.

11 - these pants are made in a coton-linen twill - pretty straightforward in their making, as always I am in between sizes for pants so I cut a size 10 (can't remember if this was in us or uk sizes)and ended up having to do my usual changes for pants by deepening the front folds and the back darts (which I also had to make longer to accomodate not just for my waist circumference which is 2 sizes smaller than my thighs but also the arch of my back). Really like how large the belt is and how the fold is pressed all the way down the leg. I wore it with the green top, a red jacket and gold shoes for christmas eve!

[slightlymediocree]

Update 1!!

I forgot to take pictures... only took a couple of the skirt placket and pleats. Theeres about 6in of pleats, 3 on either side of the split. Theyre so tiny and i didnt bother doing the math, just eyeballed them and they look pretty okay, if not a bit uneven

I pretty much finished the skirt, i just need to press the hem. I used a couple large snaps and a hook/bar for the closure. I also got about halfway done sewing in the blouse placket, which will be closed with a bunch of snaps as well. This is going much more quickly than expected!! I had to stop often and adjust the video camera to get different shots so I couldnt just power through all the sewing :-(

I still need to do a couple more things to the blouse and finish the sash/belt thing. I need some synthetic whalebone for that, and I'm not thrilled to be buying more things tbh (mostly bitter about the shipping costs which i know will be more than the bones 😭😭😭) I placed a preorder for the American Duchess tango shoes so I'm a bit low on funds but im really excited about this whole thing.

Once I finish the whole outfit I think ill do a shoot at a cemetery or maybe a garden for the reveal. Anyone know any historical cemeteries in SoCal?

Date: 4/21/24

Edit:

Wait i took some pics on my instagram story!!!

I did a final design illustration with watercolor and got some aesthetic shots of both my treadle machine and hand turned machine :) Learning how to use my dads video camera has been... challenging.

[missfishersmurderpolls]

Phryne fashion tournament: looks one to eight

All credit for research on these wonderful costumes goes to @phrynefishersfrocks.

All caps from here.

Looks nine to sixteen available here.

1. Gold sequin gown (Framed for Murder)

[Image ID 1: Screencap from Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries. Phryne is shown from the waist up wearing a gold sequined dress in her home. The dress has a wide neck with diamond ornementation. She has accessorised with a gold headpiece in a leaf design and dangly gold earrings. She holds a drink with an orange slice in her left hand. /End ID]

[Image ID 2: Screencap from Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries. Phryne is shown from behind talking to some smartly dressed men in her parlour. Her gold sequin dress has a low, scooped back and her upper back is highlighted by three delicate gold chains strung across it. /End ID]

Our first look of the tournament is Phryne's gold sequin dress from Framed For Murder's dinner party scenes. It has a wide neckline, the low back scoop accented by three gold across her bare upper back.

2. Duster with hat and red patterned scarf (Death on the Vine)

[Image ID 3: Screencap from Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries. Phrne is shown from the knees up standing in front of a horse and cart. She wears a cream duster, matching white hat, red blouse, brown skirt and a red scarf with an autumnal floral pattern. /End ID]

[Image ID 4: Screencap from Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries. Wider shot from the same scene as the previous image. Phryne's brown aviator boots are now also visible. /End ID]

Phryne's classic duster car coat and matching hat make an appearance in look number two. From Death on the Vine, they're matched with a red, autumnal patterned scarf and her aviator boots.

3. B&E beret and grey tweed coat (Dead Air)

[Image ID 5: Screencap from Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries. Phryne is in an old-fashioned radio studio, wearing a grey tweed coat with white panels, a black blouse, black gloves and a black beret. She has a black and white brooch on the coat lapel. /End ID]

[Image ID 6: Screencap from Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries. A close up of Phryne wearing the same grey tweed coat and black beret from the previous image. /End ID]

Our third look is from the climax of Dead Air - Phryne's grey tweed coat with white panels worn over an all-black look and paired with her break and enter beret. It's a classic look, the beret and the coat appearing together previously in Raisins and Almonds. This time she's accessorised with a black and white brooch.

4. Green waltz dress (Death at the Grand)

[Image ID 7: Screencap from Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries. Phryne stands inside an open doorway, buildings across the street out of focus through the doorway behind her. She wears a green dress and matching shawl. /End ID]

[Image ID 8: Screencap from Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries. Phryne and Jack waltz in an empty ballroom. He wears a blue suit and brown shoes. She wears a the same green dress as in the previous image. Also clear from this angle are her gold shoes and headpiece. /End ID]

Look number four is Phryne's beautifully cut dress from the waltz scene in season three's Death at the Grand. The sutble pattern on the fabric is offset by simple details like the cord at the neckline and the clasp at the hip. She has a matching shawl but discards this to get down to risky business.

5. Sequin swing coat with black fur trim and B&E beret (Murder a la Mode)

[Image ID 9: Screencap from Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries. Phryne stands examining an old fashioned camera. She wears a black beret, a black coat with a green and pink sequin pattern and black fur trim and black gloves. /End ID]

[Image ID 10: Screencap from Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries. Phryne is shown from the waist up in front of a beige wall, wearing the same coat and beret as in the previous image. /End ID]

For look five, Phryne wears this wonderful sequined coat with a flower pattern and black fur trim. Seen when investigating at the House of Fleuri, she's paired it a black camisole and the ever reliable break & enter beret.

6. Silver patterned dressing gown (various episodes)

[Image ID 11: Screencap from Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries. Phryne sits on bed beside Dot looking at a photograph held up in her hand. She wears a silver kimono with black pattern. /End ID]

[Image ID 12: Screencap from Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries. Phryne is shown from behind sat on her bed wearing her silver and black kimono while kissing Lin Chung. /End ID]

Look number six is Phryne's silver kimono, the first but not last of her lovely robes to feature in our tournament. This one appears in several episodes, starting with season one's The Green Mill Murder. The silvery white fabric has a black floral pattern. The deep v neck at the back is accented by amber crystals.

7. Lilac damask dress and gold shawl (Queen of the Flowers)

[Image ID 13: Screencap from Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries. Phryne is shown from the waist up standing outside. Tree leaves and a window are out of focus in the background. Phryne wears a lilac dress with a low neck and metallic pattern, accessorised with a gold shawl, gold bracelet and gold leaf design headpiece. /End ID]

[Image ID 14: Screencap from Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries. Phryne is shown full length from behind in an open doorway. She wears an ankle lenght lilac dress with a flared hem, a gold shawl, gold heels, and carries a gold handbag. /End ID]

Phryne's lovely gold and lilac look from the end of Queen of the Flowers is look number seven. Her long shawl is complemented by gold accessories.

8. Santa ski look (Murder Under the Mistletoe)

[Image ID 15: Screencap from Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries. Phryne is outside in a snowy landscape with a house and trees in the background. She wears a red coat with fluffy white trim at the collar, base and cuffs; a white scarf; a fluffy white hat; and red gloves. She is pointing at something offscreen. /End ID]

[Image ID 16: Screencap from Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries. A closer angle shot showing Phryne outside in a snowy landscape with trees in the background. She wears the same outfit as in the previous picture, less the scarf. /End ID]

Look eight is Phryne's santa-esque outdoor wear from Murder Under the Mistletoe. An abundance of white fur, even with a matching hipflask bag. What's not to love?

[diamondcrownacademy]

DCA Info Part 60: Behind the Scenes

🐱 Revisited Duchess

Duchess seems to have gotten a makeover! Duchess was revamped because according to Phoenix, her initial clothing wasn't fitting for the time period of The Aristocats, which takes place in Paris, France during 1910. Duchess now wears a lavender dress worn over what appears to be a white blouse alongside a pair of lavender shoes with bows on them. Duchess accessories with a lavender bonnet with various white ribbons and ruffles alongside dark magenta roses along with a jeweled collar. Another accessory included is a pink fluffy hand fan with a dark magenta gem brooch.

Additionally, on the bottom left is Duchess' family tree, including her three children who are all 6 years old. The children include Marisse (Twisted from Marie), Bertold (Twisted from Berlioz) and Telfor (Twisted from Toulouse).

Some notes from Phoenix include that majority of Duchess's clothing will be based on fashion from the 1900's and that her signature colors are lavender, pink, dark magenta and dark violet.

🍎 The Pommeneige Dorm Dwarves

These little dwarves serve as the maintenance workers of the Pommeneige dorm living quarters. They will find lost objects and keep things neat and tidy for the students. Students repay them by placing sweets, bread or even small clothes for them in the charity basket in the Pommeneige dorm living quarters lobby.

All of the dwarves wear red and pointy hats, making them resemble lawn gnomes. The designs are as follows:

1. Features a large head with a round nose and small tuffs of hair coming out from beneath the hat. His tunic is a turtleneck one which obscures his mouth and he has rather small feet.

2. Features a pointy triangle hat with string and button decorations. He has the same round nose as the first dwarf but has cartoony eyes and a mustache and beard. His tunic appears to be tucked in and he wears pointy shoes.

3. Features a feather pinned to his hat with eyebrows and a rounded beard. He wears large round black boots.

4. Features eyebrows and rectangular eyes as well as a mustache. His tunic's collar covers his face and he wears a large belt and small boots.

✨ The Dorm Fairies Coronation Outfits

During Coronation Ceremonies, the dorm fairies accompany their dorm leader in a ceremonial outfit, likely based on the dorm's aesthetic. The outfits are as follows:

🍎 Applette wears a dress with puff sleeves and various ruffle and pearl details throughout. She accessorizes with an apple shaped crown with rounded arches and a lacy veil.

👠 Bumpkin wears a ruffle caplet and dress with the dress' bustle being tied by flowers. She accessorizes with a ruffle flower, ribbon and crown.

🫖 Sui's teapot appears to feature a large ribbon wrapped around it with the ends tied into the shape of a bow. Sui herself wears a ruffle bonnet with a large bow and a ruffle collar.

😴 Willow wears a dress with the top layer having pointed edges with rose decorations and the second layer being ruffle like in detail. Willow also wears a high collar and a caplet with a bow on it. Willow wears a witch like hat with roses and ribbons.

🐠 Marina wears a dress that makes her resemble a jellyfish with the bottom having pearl strands with a large collar that resembles a shell. She accessorizes with a crown made from shells and pearls and a pearl necklace.

🌹 Rosia wears a collar made of roses and ruffles that resembles the mane of a lion. Her dress features roses and the dress' bottom features ruffles.

🏝 Luna wears a long sleeve top with a sari, harem pants and curled shoes. She has pearls throughout her hair and a flower in her hair.

🐲 Cinder wears a dress with apron like details and collar made from fur. Cinder accessorizes with a fan hairpiece with flowers and various pins.

🍂 Skili wears a long sleeve dress with fringes at the sleeve tips and the dress' bottoms. She also wears a feather hairdress.

🐸 Lillie wears a dress with a flower on the right side of the waist and appears to be attached to leaves. She accessorizes with a rosette hairpiece with a lotus flower and pearl beads. She also wears a pearl necklace.

🎀 Hairstyle Experiments

Some of the hairstyles featured here would carry over to the girls revamped looks.

🌺 Vidya Story Illustrations

These were created when Phoenix wanted to develop individual stories for each character. Above is a development sketch of Vidya dancing with likely a possible suitor while the bottom picture has her tending to parrots.

🍎 Evonie's Personal Quarters Bed

Evonie’s bed in the Pommeneige Dorm.

🥀 Amare Casia, Briar's late mother

Colored by me. View the post here

[aycaiman]

Venus | Heaven's Design Team

[ID: A gifset containing two banners and four gifs of Venus from Heaven's Design Team. Venus is a woman with light purple hair with pink highlights, her hair is done up in a bun while her bang forms a swirl to the left. She has blue eyes with long eyelashes with pink lipstick and eye shadow. Banner 1: A banner of pink feathers on a light purple background, pink lines border the banner. GIF 1: Venus is wearing a sheer light pink blouse and adorned with various golden jewelry of necklaces and gemstone rings. She cautiously holds a hummingbird in her hands as it begins to fly. Once the bird has fully begun flight she proudly looks how it flutters. GIF 2: Venus has her hair done in loose twin braids that rest on her shoulders. She is wearing a pale green blouse with slits on the arms, black triangle earrings, and green nails. She is slouched down in full focus drawing up a design. Neptune and Shimoda both slowly peak over her shoulder as she writes. She sits up triumphantly after finishing the design, looking down at it while the paper shines. GIF 3: Venus is wearing an extravagant outfit of feathers, her top is a white sleeved shirt with pink and yellow feathered cuffs with blue gradient ruffle on the chest. She has two long feathers adorning her hair and red triangle earrings. Her make up now has emerald green eye shadow and bright red lipstick. She is passionately singing into a golden mic. GIF 4: Venus is wearing a sheer light pink blouse and adorned with various jewelry: golden square earrings with a blue gem, several golden ring necklaces with a blue gemstone, one thin golden necklace, four thin golden bangles, a large ring with an opal gem, a metal ring, and her bun adorned with golden spikes. She has light pink eye shadow with a dark pink lip, she also has dark blue nails. She is looking up to the right dramatically in protest, her head leaning onto her hand. Banner 2: A banner of pink feathers on a light purple background, pink lines border the banner. end ID]

[kasienda]

Aftermath - Ch 7: Deserving Good Things

Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 |

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Chapter 7: Deserving Good Things

The weather could not be more perfect. The grass was a luscious green, and the sky an uninterrupted expanse of blue. Nora, Ella, and Etta had spent the last two hours painstakingly following every one of Marinette’s instructions to the letter. The reception area was now a garden of color made up of table runners, paper origami birds, and crystal vases filled with long stemmed fire lilies. They were now in the process of tying orange and yellow flowers to every chair along the aisle and to the arch where Alya and Nino would exchange their vows.

“Marinette! You need to go get dressed,” Nora told her. “I promise you we’ll finish this.” 

Marinette shook her head. “We still need to check the centerpieces and the decorations at the entrance since those flowers arrived so late.”

At least the majority of flowers had arrived on time, and thank goodness Adrien had noticed they were missing a whole three sets of bulk bouquets when they started sorting them out. 

“Adrien’s already on it.”

Marinette pressed her lips together, itching to go check on it herself. Adrien knew how she wanted everything set up. He had an amazing eye for detail if not for design, but he already knew the design. She had spent hours showing him prototype after prototype. 

“I should go check in with my parents then to make sure the crepes are coming along,” she said. 

Nora glared at her. “One, your parents have catered so many events by themselves and don’t need your help. And two, Noël is already helping them.”

Marinette opened her mouth to object, but her tongue failed her. She couldn’t explain why she felt so anxious - that she couldn’t just leave before everything was just right. This was Alya’s big day! Marinette needed everything to be perfect.

“Go!” Nora roared. 

Faced with Nora towering over her angrily, Marinette went, but she didn’t see what the big deal was. She didn’t need a lot of time to get ready. Her hair was already up in intricate braids with a red ribbon weaving through her Chat Noir inspired green locks. Curls framed either side of her face and sparkling red earrings dangled from each of her ears. She just needed to throw on her dress. The only reason she hadn’t already done so with the other bridesmaids was she hadn’t wanted to spill something on the lovely black cocktail dress in a storm of clumsiness during setup. She needn’t have worried. Everything had gone smoothly that morning, but Marinette couldn’t shake the nervous buzzing on her skin. 

She needed to be adjusting ribbons or decorating cookies, or just something, anything to be useful. 

She found Alya in the park’s recreation center still in a button up blouse and jeans, adding a layer of orange glitter to the henna patterns on her feet. Marinette wished that she could have helped with the designs on Alya’s dominant hand. She loved the floral pattern with vines that Alya had chosen, and knew that in years past she could have added a layer of intricacy to it that Alya would have loved. 

But the designs that were there looked amazing. Nino would love it. 

Maybe Alya didn’t actually need her help. 

Which is why she should have still been out in the reception area, fixing up last minute details where she could make a difference. She needed to earn her keep somehow.

She turned to leave to go do just that when Alya’s head shot up.  

“There you are! I’ve been asking for you for like an hour!”

“I’m sorry! I was just trying to make everything perfect.” 

Alya smiled. “I keep telling you it doesn’t need to be perfect.”

Marinette glanced away. Maybe it didn’t need to be, but Marinette wanted it to be. Alya deserved the fairytale wedding and happy ending. And it wasn’t like Marinette was ever going to get to plan her own wedding, so she was going to pour her soul into Alya’s.

“It looks lovely. The glitter is the perfect touch,” Marinette said. 

Alya beamed, holding out each of her hands to admire them herself. “Thank you! It’s really fun. I think I might want to do it again more regularly.” 

Marinette smiled. Nino would love that as well. “What did you need?” she asked.

Alya smiled, and gestured for her to come sit next to her. Marinette complied. Alya took Marinette’s bad hand in her own, and gently cleaned the back of her palm. 

“Apparently, as one of the bride’s closest female friends, I was supposed to give you a henna pattern yesterday as well.” 

“But there won’t be time for it to stain if you do it now.” 

Alya smirked. “I guess you’ll just have to leave the henna on for the whole ceremony then.” She began tracing out dark spiral vine patterns on Marinette’s hand. The ink almost had the consistency of puff paint.

Marinette opened her mouth to object. With the henna on, she would have to be careful about touching anything, making her even more useless than normal.

“Or even just a few hours!” Alya compromised before Marinette could argue. 

Marinette forced herself to relax. Alya was supposed to get her way today. And it felt good for her hand to be handled with Alya’s gentle touch. The pattern she traced out was so pretty, and reminiscent of the floral pattern Marinette used to add to everything with one noticeable difference.

“Did you add thorns?” 

Alya smiled. “You’ve grown a bit prickly of late.” 

Marinette laughed. She supposed that was true and Alya still loved her anyway. “It’s perfect. Thank you.” 

“Of course! I don’t need anything by the way,” Alya told her, continuing to work. “I just wanted to see you, and to say thank you. My dress is stunningly gorgeous–” 

“Adrien knew the designer.”

“–and I know this whole day is going to be filled with little surprises. And it wouldn’t have happened without you.” 

“I didn’t do much. Adrien–”

Alya took hold of both her hands. “Stop. I know Adrien helped a ton and I will be thanking him, too. But more than anything about today, you introduced me to Nino. You were the one who saw him for who he was when he first lied about having a crush on me. You’re the one who made me really see him and appreciate him. And that means you’re the most important person in our story. We started with you.” 

Marinette’s eyes burned and she had to glance away. She couldn’t put into words what Alya meant to her, how grateful she was that Alya had remained steadfast by her side even when Marinette wasn’t honest or reliable, even when she could barely take care of herself. Her small part in introducing Alya and Nino was nothing in comparison to all that. Especially because Alya and Nino would have met anyway. They had all been in the same class and they were so well suited to each other. Marinette truly believed that even if she hadn’t been excited to put in a good word for Nino to Alya after hearing about his supposed crush, that even if Ladybug hadn’t locked them in a cage together, they would have eventually found their way to one another anyway.

“What is it?” Alya asked, her brows furrowed in concern.

Marinette made herself smile. Alya shouldn’t be spending any energy worrying about her, especially today. “I’m just so happy. So happy that you and Nino get to have this, and each other. There is no one else who deserves a happy ending more than the two of you.” 

“Aww! Girl!” Alya pulled her into a hug. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, too,” Marinette mumbled into Alya’s shoulder before pulling back glancing at her painted hand. “If you’re finished, let’s get you ready! I’m so excited to see the look on Nino’s face when he sees you in this dress!”

…

Marinette walked down the grass aisle littered with red, orange, and yellow flower petals. She was surrounded by Alya’s and Nino’s extended families on either side. Their families were huge, overwhelmingly so. Which she had known. She had sent out the wedding invitations and made the seating charts herself. But the reality of that many eyes on her made cold seep into her chest and her eyes turn to the floor. She wondered how many of them recognized her for the imposter that she was.

A piercing whistle from the raised dais made her look up from her feet once again. Adrien was there, at Nino’s right-hand side, his fingers still in his mouth with a proud smile. He didn’t look nervous at all. He stood confident in a deep black suit with his hair - still dyed red with black tips - done up in spikes that made him personify the fire theme better than anyone with the notable exception of Alya.

She smiled back at him with pride. Here he was positively glowing in excitement and confidence in front of all these people, most of whom he had never met. He wasn’t hiding. If anything, he was on display in a way he hadn’t been in years, in a way that had terrified him just weeks before, and he was smiling at her.

It was suddenly easy to keep her chin up. They were in this together, and had promised they would support each other through every moment to make today perfect for Alya and Nino. 

Today had to be perfect. 

She stepped up onto the raised platform alongside Alya’s sisters and opposite Nino, Adrien, Noël, and the minister performing the ceremony. Her eyes automatically swept across Nino’s accessories, checking for anything amiss. But everything was in place from his gold cufflinks to the deep orange - almost red - tie that would match the flames in Alya’s dress perfectly. She needn’t have worried. Adrien was well experienced in paying attention to the details when it came to wardrobe. 

Nino tossed her a wink, his grin was so big Marinette worried his face might split open. 

She returned the expression. He and Alya complemented each other so well, and they would be amazing together for a really long time.

The music shifted into a happy little melody played on the unusual pairing of a string quartet and an electric guitar.

Nino threw a startled glance at Adrien. “Mec! How did you know?!”

Marinette grinned in satisfaction.

“It wouldn’t have been nearly as hard if you had just told me,” Adrien griped in a stage whisper.

But his words were lost on Nino, who totally only had eyes for Alya who had just appeared at the end of the path.

Then she was moving. She was not a demure bride who took each step slowly and stately. She strode forward with purpose, like she couldn’t get down the aisle fast enough. Her dress fluttered around her in waves of orange and white like a flickering flame. Alya didn’t so much as glance at her family, friends, or her bridesmaids. Nino alone held her attention.

Their hands reached for each other and interlaced the instant they could, their smiles jubilant as they got lost in each other’s eyes.

The minister began the ceremony, but his words about love and marriage faded away almost immediately when competing against the living breathing example that stood before all of them now. There was so much care just in the way Alya and Nino held each other’s hands, tangled and interwoven together like the threads of a plain weave fabric, let alone the way they were completely lost in each other’s gaze, grinning like children released in a candy shop. 

But once Nino was the one talking, Marinette couldn’t help but hang on his every word. 

“Alya, the first day we spoke to each other, you were talking so fast, and you were loud and insistent, and oh my god, I was absolutely terrified.” 

Laughter rolled through the assembled guests. 

“And I wasn’t exactly wrong to be scared. Because of you, I have seen waaaay too many akumas up close and personal, definitely far more than I ever needed to. I have been inside buildings that were off limits to the public in the pursuit of a story. And I’ve been involved in more convoluted match-making schemes than I ever would have imagined. These are not things I would have done on my own because before I met you, I never thought of myself as a brave person–”

Marinette swallowed. She had never thought of herself as a brave person either. It had been Chat Noir who personified bravery to her, his example that she always tried to live up to. 

“–I was chill. I went with the flow. I certainly never fought for anything. It wouldn’t have occurred to me to try. But you are confident and passionate, and you care. You are never one to just sit by and let things happen to you or around you. And being around you, made me want to act, to fight for what’s right, and what’s fair. You make me truer to the man I want to be. You inspire me to be that man every day. And I’m the luckiest guy in the world to be able to call you partner.”

Alya leaned forward like she was going to kiss him, but stopped herself at the last moment - a moment of frustration flashing over her face. He waggled his eyebrows at her even as he laughed.

“Laugh at me now, Nino Lahiffe, but you’ll soon understand my pain.” She slipped a hand into her dress pocket and pulled out a little scroll. Marinette had insisted Alya have the benefits of pockets even in her wedding dress. Alya let it unfurl and it fell all the way to the ground with a dramatic thunk. 

Nino groaned even as the guests laughed once again. 

Alya looked at him seriously.

“Nino, I have to be honest. You are absolutely not the type of person I ever thought I would go for.”

His laugh was the loudest and most distinct of everyone’s. 

“You were so self conscious,” she continued, “and awkward even in the way you ducked your head. I felt awkward just looking at you! But after my best friend promised to talk you up to me, and a superhero locked us in a cage together, I was forced to spend time with you, and thank god for that! Because with you, I have felt heard in a way I never have before. I rant and I go on and on and you always listen. You have never been intimidated by me being loud or throwing myself into things. You have always been there, throwing yourself into it, too.”

His smile softened. 

“I wasn’t used to it - having someone to rely on. And being able to lean on you has been life changing for me. You are one of the most solid, reliable people I have ever met. You are my anchor. You keep me grounded. You make me slow down - sometimes to rest, other times to think - and I am better for it.”

Marinette’s eyes burned. She had a partner like that once, an anchor who made her think, a hand that pulled her up whenever she fell, and someone who held her accountable to living up to her own ideals. She hadn’t realized how precious and how rare that was.

She wished she had realized if only so she could have told him. 

“You make me feel special and important. I don’t know how I would do anything that I do without you at my back,” Alya was saying. “You’ve seen me at my worst and instead of checking out you challenge me to be better. And I know that if I ever need you, you will always step up.”

Nino surged forward at that point and kissed her. He definitely wasn’t supposed to just yet, but everyone cheered and whooped anyway. 

He pulled away and she shook her head at him, smiling indulgently.

“Just putting an end to your torture,” he replied cheekily.

She laughed. 

The rest of the ceremony passed by in a literal blur of tears. When their lips met again as man and wife and cheers erupted around them for a second time, Marinette had to look away. 

She didn’t understand why. She was so happy for them. They deserved this. They deserved this more than anyone. 

But she grieved too, craving a moment like theirs.

Her gaze fell into Adrien’s open face. He was looking right at her with a smile that made her forget how to breathe. Her stomach flipped like she was in college all over again. There was something in his eyes that felt significant - like something had shifted. Some part of her desperately wanted whatever it was. 

But her gut also clenched tightly. She couldn’t have it. She didn’t deserve it. 

And hoping otherwise was dangerous. 

She retreated from his eyes, locking her attention on the newly married couple instead, who turned to the assembled guests before making their way back down the aisle. 

Even when Adrien’s hand looped through her elbow before they followed behind Alya and Nino, she didn’t risk a glance in his direction. 

Pictures were next, and Marinette had a thousand details to focus on in making sure the flowers and accessories were just right. And luckily Adrien was such a pro at pictures, he didn’t need any direction. Not the way Nino did. Which meant she could spend most of her time directing and talking to Nino instead of Adrien. 

What was wrong with her? Why was she avoiding him? 

Adrien didn’t deserve this.  

“You’re really good at this,” the photographer commented after she had adjusted and posed all of Alya’s sisters and cousins just right. “I’m not used to having such a refined eye in the wedding party.” 

Heat surged in her cheeks. “Thank you!”

He pointed his chin towards the party. “It’s your turn. I need you in this one.” 

“Right! Of course!”

Once again, she found herself in Adrien’s hold with her heart in her throat and her legs buzzing with the desire to bolt in the complete opposite direction.

After pictures, Alya and Nino parted to head to their respective dressing rooms for outfit changes. With Adrien out of sight, she could finally breathe more easily. 

“Alya!” Nora exclaimed when they all made it back to the dressing room. “Look at you! A married woman, all grown up!” 

“Getting married is not the milestone that makes me grown up!” Alya objected. 

Ella and Etta seized her in hugs a second later. “Congratulations! You look so happy!” 

“I am happy.” 

“I’m so jealous that you get to wear multiple dresses!” Etta was saying as they helped Alya change from her fire dress to a satin green takshita accented in gold lace. 

Nino would be changing too into the ceremonial jabador. He had chosen something in orange.

Adrien had commented that they didn’t match, but Marinette had recognized the color palette for what it was - they were wearing each other’s superhero colors.

“We can unify the outfits in the accents and the lace,” she had insisted and if she had asked the seamstress to embroider the words fox and turtle onto their outfits in Arabic, it was in the lining where not even Alya and Nino would notice. 

Alya was soon decked out in Carapace’s colors still glowing from the ceremony, and they loaded her up onto an amaria, a small palanquin covered in cream colored velvet. 

Alya’s father, Noel, Adrien, and Nora - who was not going to be left out from the privilege just because she was female - were there within moments to hoist her up onto their shoulders to be the queen above all her guests.

Marinette, Ella, and Etta followed behind as Alya was carried into the reception hall, greeted by applause, cheers, music, and whistles! She was paraded around the whole hall, waving and smiling before she was finally delivered to Nino’s side who waited for her on an ornate couch. The thing was beaded! Marinette didn’t even want to think about the hours that had to have gone into creating such a beautiful piece of art.

Marinette and Adrien were amongst the first to offer congratulations to the married couple, bringing almond milk and dates for all four of them to share.

Once tradition had been satisfied, and hugs and kisses were exchanged, Marinette left the other three behind, and dove back into solving problems. She corrected an error in the seating chart that separated a mom from her children, helped Etta go to the bathroom in her big poofy flower girl dress, checked in with guests as they waited for food, sent up kids under ten or so to the buffet before anyone else was called. Once the buffet line had fully formed, Marinette joined her parents on the other side of the table to help them serve and lent a hand to her parents as they served crepes to order. 

“Marinette, we’re fine here,” Sabine told her. “You’ve been working so hard for weeks! Go dance! Please!” 

Marinette shook her head. “I need to make sure everything is perfect for Alya.” 

“I’m sure Alya wants you to actually celebrate her wedding.”

”I am celebrating, maman! By making sure everything is perfect!”

Her maman just shook her head in exasperation. 

She was distantly aware of Adrien’s voice calling for all single ladies over the sound system, but as the other half of the wedding planning team, that didn’t apply to her. And it didn’t matter because she wasn’t ever going to get married. The bouquet didn’t need to be wasted on the likes of her. Let it go to one of Alya’s sisters or cousins. 

… 

The reception continued well into the night. Even at two in the morning, Nino’s and Alya’s families hadn’t slowed down at all. People sat clumped at the reception tables laughing and telling stories over ka’ab ghazal cookies and ghriba cakes with their tea and coffee. Young children napped on a pile of giant pillows set up in the corner, seemingly undisturbed by the party going on around them, while the older children continued to chase each other around the tables. Dozens of people continued dancing, including Alya and Nino who were sending each other into dips and giggle fits constantly. 

“I never realized wedding receptions could be such a marathon.” 

Marinette jumped out of her skin at Adrien’s familiar voice at her shoulder. Her hand clutched at her chest. 

He laughed. “I’m sorry! Didn’t mean to startle you. You okay?” 

She nodded, but her heart was still pounding like she was an animal running from its prey, and not a girl standing next to her very best friend. 

“Nino’s family’s endurance puts so many fashion galas absolutely to shame,” he continued.

“That’s not even accounting for the fact that Morrocan weddings are usually seven days long,” she agreed, still trying to catch her breath. “We’ll have to send all of society’s fashion elite to a boot camp training.” 

“I imagine the difference is actually that everyone is excited and happy to be here.” 

“The power of true celebration,” Marinette said. 

A grin lit up his face, and she once again found herself glancing away. “To that end, I was wondering if I could finally steal you for a dance before we fall asleep standing up?” He held out a hand. 

She didn’t take it. She wanted to, but she couldn’t. 

She didn’t deserve him. 

“I can’t. My parents are taking a nap break. There’s no one left to man the station.” She gestured to the crepe batter sitting in a large bowl, adjacent to a stainless steel flat cooking surface that was emanating heat. 

She expected him to object, to point out that the demand for crepes had slowed down to almost nothing, that there was other food to be enjoyed. 

But he didn’t say any of that. He just nodded, a patient smile dancing across his face.

“As long as I’m first on your dance card.” 

She grinned. “Absolutely.” 

But an hour later it was Alya that dragged her to the dance floor. 

“Wouldn’t you rather dance with Nino?” Marinette objected. 

Alya laughed, taking the opportunity to send Marinette into a spin. “One, I have been dancing with Nino. Two, I’m at this party with all my favorite people in the whole world. I want to see them! I will be spending the next six weeks with Nino on an excessively long honeymoon.”

Marinette grinned. Nino and Alya had been difficult to convince initially, but Adrien could give Chat Noir a run for his money in the pouting puppy dog act. She had no idea how he made it seem like they would be doing him a favor to go on an extended vacation, but he did, and they had eventually cracked. 

“You’re going to have such a good time,” Marinette gushed excitedly. “You have to send us all the pictures.” 

“You know we will, but that’s not what I wanted to talk to you about.” 

“What’s up?” 

“I noticed you disappeared during my bouquet toss.” 

Marinette threw Alya into a dip. “I was just up to my elbows in making crepes.”

Alya whipped back up, immediately shaking her head. “You made sure you were up to your elbows in crepes to avoid it.” 

Marinette glanced down to their shoes. 

“Please stop worrying about me today,” she begged. “Today is supposed to be about you.” 

Alya laughed. “And it is! Did you see me carried in? People stuffing my face with dates? Nino and I dancing for hours?! I’m getting the absolute royal treatment. But that doesn’t mean it has to only be about me. There’s space for both of us.”

Marinette pressed her lips together.

“Don’t give me that look,” Alya said. “I’m not going to stop caring about you when big things are happening in my life. I will always make space for you. Always.”

She plucked a bright red flower from her hair and held it out to Marinette. Marinette took it with furrowed brows. 

“What’s this for?” 

Alya smiled. “I saved you a flower from my bouquet. You have worked so tirelessly for Adrien and then for us, so we all can be happy. I want to remind you that you deserve to find your happiness as well. And that doesn’t necessarily have to be falling in love and getting married or whatever. I just mean that you deserve good things, too.”

Marientte’s throat choked closed. She wanted to believe that. Sometimes, on an intellectual level, she even agreed. But she didn’t know how to get to a place where it felt true. 

Alya pulled her into a swing and Marinette stumbled, but Alya caught her and pulled her back in, giggling. 

“And if you don’t believe me, can you please just fake it for a while? Be nice to yourself and accept the good things that happen to you for at least this whole day? As a wedding present to me?” Alya begged. 

In spite of her feelings, which had been all over the place all day, Marinette found herself laughing, too. 

“It’s not like I’m miserable or anything!” she objected. “I’m so happy for you and Nino!” 

“Fine, but Adrien has been pouty. Apparently you declined a dance invitation–”

What? He was upset about that?

“–Can you at least dance with him once? As a personal favor to Nino and me?” 

Marinette laughed. It sounded fake even to her own ears. She didn’t even understand herself why she was avoiding Adrien. 

There was something in his eyes that was different. 

She didn’t deserve it. 

“Well, if you insist. I suppose I could spare a few minutes.”

“Great! C’mon! Let’s go find him!” Alya exclaimed, dragging her off the dance floor as forcefully as she had dragged Marinette onto it in the first place. 

Alya led Marinette unerringly through throngs of people. Marinette’s anxiety spiked as she realized Alya knew exactly where Adrien was and was taking her straight to him. It felt very planned and coordinated. 

They were approaching the door to Nino’s dressing room, and Marinette’s heart took off without her permission. She wasn’t ready. She tried to think of an excuse. Anything that was urgent and needed her attention, but she and Adrien had done their jobs too well. Everything was going smoothly. 

But Alya flipped back to her, beaming, and Marinette knew there was nothing she could say that Alya wouldn’t be able to see straight through anyway. 

When they entered the room, Nino sat with his back to them, Adrien opposite them. Adrien’s eyes landed on her and his lips stretched into the softest smile. Something in her chest squeezed. 

Why was she running from him? He was the best thing in her life. 

She didn’t deserve him. 

She glanced down at her hands. 

“Rent is paid through the next two months,” Nino was saying. “There’s two week’s worth of frozen meals in the freezer. And you have a subscription to a meal delivery plan.” 

He sounded like a worried mother leaving her child alone for the first time. 

“Nino, I’ll be fine,” Adrien interrupted. 

“I know. I know. I just… we’re going to be out of contact for six weeks.” 

Adrien smiled. “And you deserve that time. Don’t worry about me. If anything goes horribly I am an adult and I’m not alone. I have friends.” His eyes came back to her. “I have Marinette and her parents. They live in a bakery! We’re not going to starve.” 

“Marinette is barely better than you, dude.”

Marinette couldn’t bring herself to refute the statement. If anything she thought she was doing worse than Adrien. Far far worse. Really, he had come so far in so short a time, and she was the one who was stuck unmoving. 

Alya cleared her throat. Nino flipped around and offered her a stricken look. 

“N-no offense, dudette,” he stammered. 

Alya dropped down to the couch next to him, and his arm went around her without thought even as his guilty expression remained on Marinette.

Marinette shook her head and smiled. “No Nino. You’re right. It’s okay.” 

Adrien slid to the side to make space for Marinette, shaking his head in disagreement. “No! You’re both wrong.” He turned to her. “Mari! You’ve made huge strides. You all should see what she can do in the kitchen now! And we planned this whole wedding and reception together. Alya’s fire dress! Marinette designed that!”

“Dude! Stop! I just need to know you’re–”

Alya put a hand on his knee and he cut off, burying his head between his legs. 

“We,” Alya corrected, taking over, “just need to know you’re both gonna be okay while we’re gone.”

Adrien glanced at Marinette, arching a brow. And she just knew without totally knowing how she knew that he was asking for permission to speak for both of them. To reassure Alya and Nino that they were fine! And maybe they weren’t actually fine, but they could pretend really well, at least when they were together. 

She nodded enthusiastically, waving him forward. 

Adrien nodded acknowledgement at her before turning back to Alya and Nino.

“How long have they been able to do that?” Alya asked before Adrien could speak.

“Do what?” Nino asked. 

“Have entire conversations with their eyes!"

Nino shrugged. “They’ve always been able to do that.” 

Marinette rolled her eyes. It wasn’t that big a deal. Adrien held out his hand, and hers slipped into it without thought. 

“If I might interrupt?” Adrien asked. Nino and Alya both grinned and waved him forward. “We know that you both have been supporting us in the smallest and biggest of ways over the last year and change. That you literally kept both of us alive. But I’m doing much better now. Marinette is doing much better now.” She nodded enthusiastically. “You know this. You both deserve to take a break from the kids. Please go, and do not think of us at all while you’re gone.”

“Except to send us pictures,” Marinette cut in. 

“Yeah, what she said,” Adrien agreed, pointing to her with his free hand. 

Nino laughed. “Okay. Okay. Got it. You’re both great! You can’t blame me for worrying.” 

Marinette wished he didn’t have to. So she stood up, and pulled him into a hug.

“Thank you for worrying about us,” she said into his shoulder.

“I just love you both so much,” he murmured back.

Adrien and Alya both joined in on the hug. “We love you, too,” Adrien said. “Will you now get out of here and go start your honeymoon?” 

Alya laughed, shaking her head. “I was promised a party until dawn. I’ve been told it’s tradition,” she threw to Nino. 

He nodded firmly. “It is! A very important tradition.”

“So I’m staying until dawn. And we’re all missing some very important dancing!” she said, holding out her hands to Marinette and Adrien both. 

They accepted and let her lead them all back to the dance floor. They all danced together. But after the first song, they separated into pairs.

Adrien seemed only too happy to hold her close. His hands fit on her waist like they had been made just for her. He sent her into spins and dips, and she went wherever he led, giggling and laughing, her heart pounding, but for once in joy and exhilaration instead of anxiety. He was an amazing dancer and he would never let her fall. 

Being in his arms felt like coming home. 

“I have a confession to make,” Marinette told him when he pulled her close.

His eyebrows lifted. “Go on,” he invited, sending her into a dip. 

“I cheated on you,” she said when he lifted her back up. “I let Alya dance with me earlier.” 

He gasped in mock horror. “I am betrayed!” His expression quickly dissolved into a grin, and leaned in close to her ear. “You know what you could do to make it up to me?” 

She giggled. “What?” 

“Give me the next three songs.”

It was easy to agree. It felt too good to be held in his arms. It made her want things, things she still didn’t think she would ever have. She wasn’t sure whether anyone could truly love her. Even if they thought they did, they’d change their minds once they knew who she was, what she had done, how she had failed. 

Adrien especially would change his mind when he knew how she had single-handedly destroyed the last remnants of his family.

Chat Noir would have loved her still, she was certain. What would her life be like now if he hadn’t disappeared, if they had revealed after Hawmoth’s defeat like they had planned? Would he have visited her every day when she couldn’t have gotten out of bed, read to her, learned to make cheese plates and sourdough bread? Would he be here now, spinning her in circles in time with the music? 

She would have loved him. 

But Chat Noir wasn’t here. 

Adrien was. And it was so easy to get lost in his bright green eyes that still held the same spark of something she couldn’t label, or something she refused to label because she couldn’t let herself hope.

Not with Adrien.

And so she did what she always did. After the three dances, she pulled away and made herself busy. The wedding was finally dying down as the dawn hour approached, but that meant there were so many things to be done to clean up. Coats and purses to find and return, dishes to collect and rinse, and centerpieces to break down and sort into piles. Adrien was definitely at her side through all of it, but as long as they were working, she didn’t have to look at his face and see his eyes sparkling with so much feeling. 

Eventually, even Alya and Nino had departed with hugs and smiles, and it was just Alya’s sisters, Noёl, a few of Nino’s cousins, Adrien, and her cleaning things up. 

But Adrien was having too much fun flicking water at her or throwing confetti over her as she walked from table to table collecting table runners to be remotely helpful or productive. 

“Will you stop?” she whined, but in the face of his glee she was soon laughing. “We’re never going to get out of here at this rate!” 

“Maybe I don’t want this to be over,” he said, suddenly serious.

She threw him a startled glance. “What do you mean?” 

He shrugged, and she couldn’t read his expression. “I’m just going to miss this.”

“Wedding planning?” she asked, pulling herself back to collecting discarded disposable dishes into a trash bag.

“Yeah, working with you,” he agreed, pulling the tablecloth and starting to fold it once she had it cleared. “Getting to do things and create things with you.” 

“Like we weren’t spending all our time together before?” 

He laughed. “Fair.” 

But he was right. It was different. Before they weren’t doing anything other than existing side by side. 

“We don’t have to stop,” she commented. “Got any projects you need help with?” It was meant to be a joke. She knew that besides the bakery lessons and taking her to occupational therapy, he didn’t have much else going on. Certainly nothing worthy of the name project, except maybe her. 

But he didn’t laugh. He stepped in front of her, pulled her hand away from her task at hand, and guided her gaze towards his. And this time, when he was holding her hands and smiling at her in that way, she couldn’t look away. Her heart was definitely threatening to leap out of her chest, but she couldn’t run. Not with him looking at her like she was his entire world. She couldn’t do that to him. 

“Not a project, no. But I was wondering if you might want to go on a date with me?” 

She dropped the trash bag she was holding, and stared at him in shock. “L-Like a romantic date?” 

He brought his hand to his neck. “Yeah… a romantic date, I hope. Mari, I’ve had feelings for you for a while now.”

She had already known, she realized. That was why she had been avoiding him the whole day and night. 

She wanted him to get his happy ending. He deserved it more than anyone - well, maybe as much as Alya and Nino. 

Before today, she had never thought he’d want that with her. 

He wasn’t supposed to want that with her.

His smile somehow grew even wider. “But I didn't think it was fair to ask you for anything when I was barely human. But in planning this wedding with you, I feel like I could maybe take this step with you. If you're interested?"

The problem was she was interested. It was too easy to imagine her life slipping and intertwining with his. In so many ways, they were already interwoven together.

But she didn’t deserve him. She had destroyed his life. And she was broken. 

He knew that better than anyone.

Something in his face fell, and she hated it. “Don’t let me twist your arm,” he said. “I like to think I’ve improved a lot, but I know I’m still a mess. You probably know that better than anyone.”

She squeezed his hand. He couldn’t think for a moment that her hesitation had anything to do with him. 

She had watched him work so hard, face his fears over and over, watched him heal and grow, and learn to live his life again. 

There truly was no one else in the whole world she admired or looked up to as much as she looked up to him. She had never really given up her feelings for him, but when Ladybug had revealed his father to be Hawkmoth she had buried those feelings deep. 

But she couldn’t deny that she loved him. She had never stopped. 

She reached for the red flower in her hair.

I want to remind you that you deserve to find your happiness as well. And if you don’t believe me, can you please just be nice to yourself for at least this whole day?

She plucked it out, and handed it to him. 

The day wasn’t over yet. She had promised Alya.

“Adrien, I… yes.” She was smiling. She couldn’t not smile. She looked up to him, feeling shy. “Yes, I would love that.” 

And then he was grinning - so huge and so happy with something playful tugging at the corners. For a second, she didn’t see him. She saw Chat Noir’s boyish grin beaming at her through Adrien’s smile and her heart stopped. The moment passed and her throat lodged closed. She seized him in a hug so that he wouldn’t see her tears.

Chat Noir was gone. 

Adrien was here and she loved him. And more than that, she needed him. 

Even if part of her still didn’t believe she deserved it, she had to let herself have this.

[thelibraryghost]

1920 Embroidery Designs

    These are all advertisements for and previews of transfer patterns, which can be enlarged and copied for normal use.  Designs from after 1920 can be found on my blog.

Ashley, Marie. "Appliqué Work Appears Among the New Embroideries." The Delineator, vol. 97, no. 2 (Sept. 1920), p. 108.     Ashley, Marie. "Beading with Embroidery and Various Stitches Are Combined." The Delineator, vol. 97, no. 2 (Sept. 1920), p. 109.     Ashley, Marie. "Combined Stitches for Blouse and Cut-Work for Linen." The Delineator, vol. 96, no. 3 (Mar. 1920), p. 149.     Ashley, Marie. "Embroideries for New Frock and Blouse." The Delineator, vol. 96, no. 1 (Jan. 1920), p. 87.     Ashley, Marie. "Embroidery Captures the Costume in a Bold, Effective Manner." The Delineator, vol. 96, no. 5 (May 1920), pp. 164–165.     Ashley, Marie. "Embroidery for the Bride and Her Kinswomen." The Delineator, vol. 96, no. 6 (Jun. 1920), p. 127.     Ashley, Marie. "Embroidery Touches on a Variety of Subjects." The Delineator, vol. 96, no. 4 (Apr. 1920), p. 165.     Ashley, Marie. "New Embroideries for the Costume, Lingerie and Household Linens." The Delineator, vol. 97, no. 1 (Jul. 1920), pp. 110–111.     Ashley, Marie. "Roman and Italian Cut-Work." The Delineator, vol. 96, no. 1 (Jan. 1920), p. 86.     Ashley, Marie. "Simple Embroideries Gain More Ground on the New Costume and Cover It Effectively." The Delineator, vol. 97, no. 4 (Nov. 1920), pp. 132–133.     Ashley, Marie. "Stitches that Pick up One's Leisure Summer Hours." The Delineator, vol. 97, no. 1 (Jul. 1920), p. 109.     Blondel, Elisabeth May. "Gay Needlework for the Bungalow." McCall's Magazine, vol. 47, no. 9 (Jun. 1920), p. 65.     Blondel, Elisabeth May. "New Effects in Summer Embroideries." McCall's Magazine, vol. 47, no. 8 (May 1920), p. 71.     Blondel, Elisabeth May. "New Effects with Old Stitches." McCall's Magazine, vol. 47, no. 10 (Jul. 1920), p. 52.     Blondel, Elisabeth May. "New Embroideries for Fall Garments." McCall's Magazine, vol. 47, no. 12 (Sept. 1920), p. 60.     Blondel, Elisabeth May. "Quaint Motifs and Correct Initials." McCall's Magazine, vol. 47, no. 11 (Aug. 1920), p. 54.     Thomas, Helen. "Old Stitches Employed in New Ways." McCall's Magazine, vol. 47, no. 6 (Mar. 1920), p. 77.     Wheeler, Harriet C. "Embroideries for the Little Folks." The American Woman, vol. 29, no. 8 (Jan. 1920), p. 6.     —. "Embroideries That Meet the Christmas Gift Order of the Women and Children First." The Delineator, vol. 97, no. 5 (Dec. 1920), pp. 104–105.     —. "Hand Trimming a Necessity for the Parisienne's New Costume." The Delineator, vol. 96, no. 3 (Mar. 1920), p. 146.     —. "The Embroidery Needle Makes Short and Effective Work of Trimming the New Costume." The Delineator, vol. 97, no. 3 (Oct. 1920), p. 144.     —. "The New Season's Smartest Trimmings." The Delineator, vol. 96, no. 2 (Feb. 1920), p. 134.

[jastersmohnson]

Ranking Virginia Johnson's 10 best outfits from Masters of Sex

Masters of Sex was known for many things: the outstanding acting, the excellent set design, the hot ape-on-human action—but one aspect that never goes unmentioned with the show is the incredible costume design.

For those who don't know or who became Masters of Sex fans recently, the show had two main costume designers: Ane Crabtree, who did seasons one and two, when the show was in the late 50s and the early 60s; and Isis Mussenden, who did seasons three and four, the mid to late 60s.

Pictured above: Ane Crabtree (left) and Isis Mussenden (right)

Almost all of the costumes the main female characters would wear were hand-made, so if you happened to see an outfit on the show that you liked, you were pretty much out of luck. I own a couple outfits from the show (a couple of Bill's suits, one of Libby's sweaters, and one of Virginia's dresses—which I'll get to later in this post!) and not only does it feel like I own a piece of the show, but I also feel like I own a piece of fashion history in a way since this outfit does not exist anywhere else.

So in my opinion, no other character on Masters of Sex looked better in what they wore than Virginia Johnson (although Betty would be close behind), and I figured I would rank my ten favorite of Virginia's outfits/looks from throughout the show. So let's start!!

#10. Virginia's navy jumpsuit with patterned belt/scarf (season 4, episode 1—circa 1968)

This is one of the first outfits we see Virginia wear in season four, which begins in 1968. It's definitely a unique look, I honestly can't remember seeing Virginia wearing anything other than a skirt or dress.

#9. Virginia's blue polo dress with multi-color scarf (season 3, episode 4—circa 1966)

Right away I should apologize because I do not know fashion terminology, like at all, so I'll probably be using pretty generic terms for a lot of these outfits. But this was one of my favorite outfits of Virginia's from season three. It's very colorful and vibrant and I love the use of buttons.

#8. Virginia's orange/brown blouse and brown skirt (season 2, episode 8—circa 1960)

Although this post is dedicated for the clothes, I will take a moment to say that my favorite hairstyle of Virginia's is hers in the second half of season two, which she sports in this outfit. This is a great outfit, it feels reminiscent of the first season but slightly more modern, as this was the first episode of the show to take place entirely in the 1960s.

#7. Virginia's yachtcore red/white/blue outfit (season 3, episode 10—circa 1968)

Virginia wears this after going sight-seeing with Dan Logan in season three. This is definitely one of the more extravagant of her outfits this season. I like it, I think it really works, even if it does look like she just went boating.

#6. Virginia's abstract blue patterned dress (season 4, episode 9—circa 1969)

This is the outfit I mentioned earlier that is the only outfit of Virginia's that I actually own! I got it on eBay earlier this year. I'm obsessed with that black/blue abstract pattern, I've tried reverse-image searching but I couldn't find anything. This dress only appears in one scene but it still left an impression on me.

#5. Virginia's navy jacket and red/orange turtleneck outfit (season 4, episode 6—circa 1969)

It's interesting to compare Virginia's wardrobe from seasons three and four. It feels like she dressed more conservatively in season three and then went all-out 60s in season four. This is an incredible look, I love it.

#4. Virginia's blue/black dress (season 2, episode 5—circa 1958)

I honestly don't really have much to say about this one, it's just really beautiful. It looks somewhat imperial with the way the buttons are placed.

#3. Virginia's black dress with grey scarf (season 2, episode 10—circa 1960)

Very simple but at the same time it just works so well. It's honestly a look I've tried to recreate myself—and it's pretty easy to do! All you need is a black t shirt and a small strip of black fabric, sew it on, and you've got a little pocket thing for a scarf.

#2. Virginia's navy/orange button-up dress (season 4, episode 3—circa 1969)

Usually with this show, I'll fall in love with the costumes after rewatching the episodes several times. This particular outfit jumped out when I first watched the episode, I love it. It's a shame that it was only used in one scene. As far as I know, it was not for sale during the prop auction. I think only about half of Virginia's seasons 3/4 wardrobe was auctioned off, I'm very curious as to where the other half is, if Isis Mussenden or Lizzy Caplan got to keep them.

Of the two costume designers, I think I prefer Isis Mussenden's work on the show over Ane Crabtree's, but that's more so because I just prefer the style of the late 60s as opposed to the late 50s. However, it is one of Ane Crabtree's costumes that takes the top prize!

#1. Virginia's brown CBS interview dress (season 2, episode 11—circa 1960)

This really is the most elegant outfit from the entire show. It's a beautiful color, I love the unusual neckline, and the brooch is like the perfect cherry on top.

So what are your favorite outfits of Virginia's from Masters of Sex? Really, if you have any thoughts, please share them!! I love the fashion on this show, I love hearing people's thoughts on it and I could talk about it endlessly.

[homemami]

5 tips on how to keep garments looking good Garment Care Hacks: Surprising Tricks for Long-Lasting Clothes

As fashion enthusiasts, we all understand the joy of owning beautiful garments that make us look and feel great. However, taking care of our clothes is just as important as choosing the right pieces. With the right care and maintenance, we can ensure that our beloved garments stay in top condition for years to come.

Here are 5 essential tips to help you keep your clothes looking fresh and fabulous:

1. Follow Care Instructions: Always adhere to the care labels on your garments. Different fabrics and garments require specific care methods, such as washing temperature, drying instructions, and ironing recommendations. Following these instructions can prevent damage and maintain the quality of your clothes.

2. Proper Storage: Store your garments properly to prevent wrinkles, stretching, and damage. Hang delicate items such as dresses and blouses on padded hangers to maintain their shape. Fold knitwear and sweaters to prevent stretching. Use garment bags for special or delicate pieces to protect them from dust and moths.

3. Regular Maintenance: Attend to stains promptly to prevent them from setting in. Use appropriate stain removal techniques for different types of stains and fabrics. Additionally, regularly lint-roll your garments to keep them looking fresh and free from lint and pet hair.

4. Rotate Clothing: Avoid excessive wear and tear by rotating your clothing regularly. This allows garments to rest and recover their shape between wears, extending their lifespan. Try not to wear the same items consecutively and give them time to air out before wearing them again.

5. Quality Washing Practices: Use gentle detergents and avoid overloading the washing machine to prevent damage to fabrics. Wash similar colors together to prevent color bleeding. When possible, opt for hand-washing or gentle cycles for delicate items. Additionally, consider air-drying clothes instead of using a dryer to prevent shrinkage and fabric damage.

By following these tips, you can help prolong the life of your garments and keep them looking good for longer. Taking a little extra care with your clothes can go a long way in maintaining their quality and ensuring that you get the most out of your wardrobe.

So, let's show our clothes some love and give them the care they deserve. Your future self will thank you for the extra effort when your favorite pieces still look amazing years down the line!

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[ronearoundblindly]

Ro's Bi-Weekly Edit

May 21st - June 3rd, 2023

In case you missed it, here's a roundup of the fics and ficlets posted this past two weeks!

Below the cut are links and snippets from 4 works from 3 series.

Plans, part one of Time & Tines Steve Rogers x villain!Reader

Steve tilts the tea in your direction. “Here’s hoping you didn’t waste truth serum on me,” he cheers. “Might be the only drug completely useless both after and before Erskine’s formula.” You’re amused, a smirk lifting fading, dark lips. “Ah yes. Good, honest Captain America.” “To a fault.” “No.” Your seriousness stops him cold, and Steve’s smile fades. “It’s not a fault. You’re just rare.” You value honesty. He can work with that.

Too Eager, a Bedrock and Blueprints tale, Rated Mature Ari Levinson x best friend!Reader

“Let’s get you comfy, okay?” He rolls the zipper of your skirt down at your side and yanks it free slowly. He runs his hands up your body and back, under your blouse, to unhook your bra, ghosting a kiss to your clothed chest before sitting back up to tug at your tights. He didn’t say anything about you only taking your shoes off at the edge of the couch, which means Ari is being remarkably controlled for how much he hates shoes in the house. As he playfully shimmies the long and frustrating tubes of nylon over your feet, you sit up to pull off everything up top, letting the blouse and bra drop to the floor and crossing your arms over your bare chest. “Cold?” You nod, and Ari takes off his own t-shirt right there to help you into. It’s warm from his body and each fiber smells deeply of a decade of comfort. His hands return to holding your thighs. “Better?” Yes, but you don’t want to talk about it.

Sad Sack, a Common Education drabble Jimmy Dobyne x professor!Reader

"Is this because of one paper? Did something happen in another class?" You stop yourself from ripping the smoke right out of his mouth so he'll look you in the eye. Jimmy shakes his head and does it for you, rolling his tongue over chapped lips and then holding them in. "No, ma'am." You relax a little, waiting for him to elaborate. You're waiting the whole time Jimmy mulls over his cigarette. He takes out a lighter and then thinks better of it and shoves it back in his pants, leaving the hand buried in his pocket. "Can't have you thinking of me like that," he mumbles. "Like what if I just get worse? What if I'm stupid and...I don't want you to see me that way."

Reversal Point, part five of Threadbare Steve Rogers x fashion designer!Reader

It’s Hellfire Night. There’s a crackle of road gravel as the limousine pulls right up to your curb, but you don’t see Steve first. Sam Wilson pops his head and torso out of the sunroof with a beaming white smile. “Ah yes, the woman of the hour,” he coos before glancing back down into the backseat. “Close your mouth, buddy. You’re gonna swallow a bug.” You giggle and approach the shiny black car. The door latch opens from the inside. “You look ama—“ Thud. Steve whacks his head on the door rim trying to step out. “Oh gosh, are you okay?” You make it to him just as Steve stands up straight on the sidewalk. It’s easy and instinctive, meant to be, the way his hands settle against your arms and sweep down to hold your delicately gloved hands. “You’re stunning,” Steve whispers. “That’s not a concussion talking?” “He’ll survive,” Sam yells from inside the car. “Pretty sure he ran through several solid walls just to get to the showers after our run.” “It was one glass door and I didn’t see it close after Davis,” Steve barks over his shoulder.  You tick your head up toward your apartment. “You and the windows, handsome. Not friends, huh?” He rolls his glittering blue eyes playfully, huffing, “Don’t you start.”

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[itsjeonjk]

𝙵𝙰𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙾𝙽 / 𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚂 .

TAGGED BY: no one, i stole it 🤭 TAGGING: whoever else would like to do it <3 italic - means sometimes / sort of / kinda depending on the context!

★ ⸻ 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘

Long legs. Short legs. Average legs. Slender thighs. Thick thighs. Muscular thighs. Skinny arms. Soft arms. Muscular arms. Toned stomach. Flat stomach. Flabby Stomach. Soft stomach. Six Eight pack. Beer belly. Lean frame. Slender frame. Muscular frame. Voluptuous frame. Petite frame (5 ft 4 or shorter). Lanky frame. Short nails. Long nails. Manicured nails. Dirty nails. Flat ass. Toned ass. Bubble butt. Thick ass. Small waist. Thick waist. Narrow hips. Average hips. Wide hips. Big feet. Average feet. Small feet. Soft feet. Slender feet. Calloused feet. Calloused hands. Soft hands. Big hands. Average hands. Small hands. Long fingers. Short fingers. Average fingers. Broad shoulders. Underweight. Average Weight. Overweight.

★ ⸻ 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

Shorter than 140 cm. 141 cm-150 cm. 151 cm to 160 cm. 161 cm to 170 cm. 171 cm to 180cm. 181 cm to 190 cm. 191 cm to 2m. Taller than 2 m.

★ ⸻ 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍 | italic: kind of

Pale. Fair. Rosy. Peachy. Gold. Olive. Dark. Tanned. Blotchy. Smooth (facial area). Acne. Dry. Greasy. Freckled. Scarred. Warm tone. Neutral tone. Cool tone. Tans easily. Prone to sunburn.

★ ⸻ 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 | italic: sometimes

Small. Large. Average. Grey. Brown. Black. Blue. Red. Green. Gold. Hazel. Doe-eyed. Almond. Close-set. Wide-set. Squinty. Monolid. Heavy eyelids. Upturned. Downturned. Deep set.

★ ⸻ 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 | italic: has had

Thin. Thick. Fine. Normal. Greasy. Dry. Soft. Shiny. Curly. Frizzy. Wild. Unruly. Straight. Smooth. Wavy. Floppy. Cropped. Pixie-cut. Short. Shoulder length. Back length. Waist length. Floor length. Buzz cut. Bald. Jaw length. Mohawk. White. Platinum blonde. Golden blonde. Dirty blonde. Ombre. Light brown. Mouse brown. Chestnut brown. Golden brown. Chocolate brown. Dark brown. Jet black. Ginger. Auburn. Dyed red. Dyed any “unnatural color”. Streaked. Thin eyebrows. Average eyebrows. Thick eyebrows.

★ ⸻ 𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐒 / 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 | italic: has had

Full sleeve. Thigh tattoo. Shin tattoo. Wrist tattoo. Lower back tattoo. Hand/finger tattoo. Foot tattoo. Neck tattoo. Face tattoo. Back tattoo. Chest tattoo. One tattoo. A few here and there. Multiple. No tattoo. Monroe piercing. Nose piercing. Septum. Nipple piercing(s). Genital piercing(s). Industrial piercings. Earlobe piercing. Prince Albert piercing. Eyebrow piercing(s). Tongue piercing(s). Lip piercing(s). Tragus piercing. Angel bites. Labret. Stretched out ears. Navel piercing. Inverse navel piercing. Cheek piercing(s). Smiley. Nape piercing(s). No piercings.

★ ⸻ 𝐂𝐎𝐒𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒 | italic: sometimes

Light eyeliner. Heavy eyeliner. Cat eyes. Mascara. Fake eyelashes. Matte lipstick. Regular lipstick. Lipgloss. Lip balm. Lip tint. Red lips. Pink lips. Dark lips. Bronzer. Highlighter. Eyeshadow. Neutral eyeshadow. Smoky eyes. Colorful eyeshadow. Blush. Lipliner. Light contouring. Heavy contouring. Powder. Matte foundation. Dewy foundation. Concealer. Wears make up regularly. Wears it from time to time. Never wears make-up.

★ ⸻ 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 | italic: sometimes

Floral. Fruity. Perfumes. Aftershave. Cocoa. Moisturizer. Natural soap. Shampoo. Cigarettes. Leather. Sweat. Food. Incense. Marijuana. Cologne. Whiskey. Wine. Fried food. Blood. Fire. Metal. Rain. Grass. Ocean. Autumn leaves. Baked bread. Freshly baked cookies. Smoke. Campfire. Lavender. Trees. Pumpkin Pie. Musk. Rose. Gingerbread. Peppermint. Oak. Honey. Lemon. Vanilla. Coffee Cake. Mint. Raw hyde.

★ ⸻ 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒 | italic: has worn

Jeans. Tight pants. Over-knee socks. Tights. Fishnets. Leggings. Yoga pants. Pencil skirt. Tight skirt. Loose skirt. Tight/formfitting dress. Cardigans. Blouse. Button up shirt. Band-T-shirt. Sports-T-shirt. Sweatpants. Tank-top. Cut off t-shirt. Designer. High street. Online stores. Thrift. Lingerie. Long skirt. Miniskirt. Maxidress. Sun dress. Tie. Tuxedo. Cocktail dress. Highslit dress/skirt. T-shirt. Loose clothing. Tight clothing. Jean shorts. Sweater. Sweater vest. Khaki pants. Suit. Hoodie. Harem pants. Basketball shorts. Boxers. Briefs. Thong. Hotpants. Hipster panties. Bra. Sports bra. Crop top. Corset. Ballerina skirt. Leotard. Polka dot. Stripes. Glitter. Silk. Lace. Leather. Velvet. Chemise. Patterns. Florals. Neon colors. Pastels. Plaid. Black. Dark colors. Neutral colors. Fur. Faux fur.

★ ⸻ 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐒

Sneakers. Slip-ons. Flats. Slippers. Sandals. High heels. Kitten heels. Ankle boots. Combat boots. Boots. Cowboy boots. Knee-high. Platforms. Stilettos. Bare feet. Loafers.

[everseens]

𝙵𝙰𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙾𝙽  /   𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴   𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚂 .

TAGGED BY: @gccdwitch & @serxndipities (ty!!!)

TAGGING: @temptedfates, @julybloom, @mccntower, @scftdevil (feel free to ignore <3)

★  ⸻   𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘

Long legs. Short legs. Average legs. Slender thighs. Thick thighs. Muscular thighs. Skinny arms. Soft arms. Muscular arms. Toned stomach. Flat stomach. Flabby Stomach. Soft stomach. Sixpack. Beer belly. Lean frame. Slender frame. Muscular frame. Voluptuous frame. Petite frame (5 ft 4 or shorter).  Lanky frame. Short nails. Long nails. Manicured nails. Dirty nails. Flat ass. Toned ass. Bubble butt. Thick ass. Small waist. Thick waist. Narrow hips. Average hips. Wide hips. Big feet. Average feet. Small feet. Soft feet. Slender feet. Calloused feet. Calloused hands. Soft hands. Big hands. Average hands. Small hands. Long fingers. Short fingers. Average fingers. Broad shoulders. Underweight. Average Weight. Overweight.

★  ⸻   𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

Shorter than 140 cm. 141 cm-150 cm. 151 cm to 160 cm. 161 cm to 170 cm. 171 cm to 180cm. 181 cm to 190 cm. 191 cm to 2m. Taller than 2 m.

★  ⸻   𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍

Pale. Fair. Rosy. Peachy. Gold. Olive. Dark. Tanned. Blotchy. Smooth (facial area). Acne. Dry. Greasy. Freckled. Scarred. Warm tone. Neutral tone. Cool tone. Tans easily. Prone to sunburn.

★  ⸻   𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒

Small. Large. Average. Grey. Brown. Black. Blue. Red. Green. Gold. Hazel. Doe-eyed. Almond. Close-set. Wide-set. Monolid. Heavy eyelids. Upturned. Downturned. Deep set.

★  ⸻   𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑

Thin. Thick. Fine. Normal. Greasy. Dry. Soft. Shiny. Curly. Frizzy. Wild. Unruly. Straight. Smooth. Wavy. Floppy. Cropped. Pixie-cut. Short. Shoulder length. Back length. Waist length. Floor length. Buzz cut. Bald. Jaw length. Mohawk. White. Platinum blonde. Golden blonde. Dirty blonde. Ombre. Light brown. Mouse brown. Chestnut brown. Golden brown. Chocolate brown. Dark brown. Jet black. Ginger. Auburn. Dyed red. Dyed any “unnatural color”. Streaked. Thin eyebrows. Average eyebrows. Thick eyebrows.

★  ⸻   𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐒 / 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 .

Full sleeve. Thigh tattoo. Shin tattoo. Wrist tattoo. Lower back tattoo. Hand/finger tattoo. Foot tattoo. Neck tattoo. Face tattoo. Back tattoo. Chest tattoo. One tattoo. A few here and there. Multiple. No tattoo. Monroe piercing. Nose piercing. Septum. Nipple piercing(s). Genital piercing(s). Industrial piercings. Earlobe piercing. Prince Albert piercing. Eyebrow piercing(s). Tongue piercing(s). Lip piercing(s). Tragus piercing. Angel bites. Labret. Stretched out ears. Navel piercing. Inverse navel piercing. Cheek piercing(s). Smiley. Nape piercing(s). No piercings.

★  ⸻   𝐂𝐎𝐒𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒

Light eyeliner. Heavy eyeliner. Cat eyes. Mascara. Fake eyelashes. Matte lipstick. Regular lipstick. Lipgloss. Lip balm. Lip tint. Red lips. Pink lips. Dark lips. Bronzer. Highlighter. Eyeshadow. Neutral eyeshadow. Smoky eyes. Colorful eyeshadow. Blush. Lipliner. Light contouring. Heavy contouring. Powder. Matte foundation. Dewy foundation. Concealer. Wears make up regularly. Wears it from time to time. Never wears make-up.

★  ⸻   𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓

Floral. Fruity. Perfumes. Aftershave. Cocoa. Moisturizer. Natural soap. Shampoo. Cigarettes. Leather. Sweat. Food. Incense. Marijuana. Cologne. Whiskey. Wine. Fried food. Blood. Fire. Metal. Rain. Grass. Ocean. Autumn leaves. Baked bread. Freshly baked cookies. Smoke. Campfire. Lavender. Trees. Pumpkin Pie. Musk. Rose. Gingerbread. Peppermint. Oak. Honey. Lemon. Vanilla. Coffee Cake. Mint. Raw hyde.

★  ⸻   𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒

Jeans. Tight pants. Over-knee socks. Tights. Fishnets. Leggings. Yoga pants. Pencil skirt. Tight skirt. Loose skirt. Tight/formfitting dress. Cardigans. Blouse. Button up shirt. Band-T-shirt. Sports-T-shirt. Sweatpants. Tank-top. Cut off t-shirt. Designer. High street. Online stores. Thrift. Lingerie. Long skirt. Miniskirt. Maxidress. Sun dress. Tie. Tuxedo. Cocktail dress. Highslit dress/skirt. T-shirt. Loose clothing. Tight clothing. Jean shorts. Sweater. Sweater vest. Khaki pants. Suit. Hoodie. Harem pants. Basketball shorts. Boxers. Briefs. Thong. Hotpants. Hipster panties. Bra. Sports bra. Crop top. Corset. Ballerina skirt. Leotard. Polka dot. Stripes. Glitter. Silk. Lace. Leather. Velvet. Chemise. Patterns. Florals. Neon colors. Pastels. Plaid. Black. Dark colors. Neutral colors. Fur. Faux fur.

★  ⸻   𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐒

Sneakers. Slip-ons. Flats. Slippers. Sandals. High heels. Kitten heels. Ankle boots. Combat boots. Boots. Cowboy boots. Knee-high. Platforms. Stilettos. Bare feet. Loafers.

[wcvensouls]

𝙵𝙰𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙾𝙽  /   𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴   𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚂 . CHA JOOHYUK EDITION ;

TAGGED BY : @peachciders ty bby <;3 TAGGING : @ratcode @likerains @showduo @solisocasum @foxmists @cinnamcroll @sugarcrushride @pixiemail @allbettr

★  ⸻   𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘

long legs. short legs. average legs. slender thighs. thick thighs. muscular thighs. skinny arms. soft arms. muscular arms. toned stomach. flat stomach. flabby stomach. soft stomach. sixpack. beer belly. lean frame. slender frame. muscular frame. voluptuous frame. petite frame (5 ft 4 or shorter).  lanky frame. short nails. long nails. manicured nails. dirty nails. flat ass. toned ass. bubble butt. thick ass. small waist. thick waist. narrow hips. average hips. wide hips. big feet. average feet. small feet. soft feet. slender feet. calloused feet. calloused hands. soft hands. big hands. average hands. small hands. long fingers. short fingers. average fingers. broad shoulders. underweight. average weight. overweight.

★  ⸻   𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

shorter than 140 cm. 141 cm-150 cm. 151 cm to 160 cm. 161 cm to 170 cm. 171 cm to 180cm. 181 cm to 190 cm. 191 cm to 2m. taller than 2 m.

★  ⸻   𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍

pale. fair. rosy. peachy. gold. olive. dark. tanned. blotchy. smooth (facial area). acne. dry. greasy. freckled. scarred. warm tone. neutral tone. cool tone. tans easily. prone to sunburn.

★  ⸻   𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒

small. large. average. grey. brown. black. blue. red. green. gold. hazel. doe-eyed. almond. close-set. wide-set. squinty. monolid. heavy eyelids. upturned. downturned. deep set.

★  ⸻   𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑

thin. thick. fine. normal. greasy. dry. soft. shiny. curly. frizzy. wild. unruly. straight. smooth. wavy. floppy. cropped. pixie-cut. short. shoulder length. back length. waist length. floor length. buzz cut. bald. jaw length. mohawk. white. platinum blonde. golden blonde. dirty blonde. ombre. light brown. mouse brown. chestnut brown. golden brown. chocolate brown. dark brown. jet black. ginger. auburn. dyed red. dyed any “unnatural color”. streaked. thin eyebrows. average eyebrows. thick eyebrows.

★  ⸻   𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐒 / 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 .

full sleeve. thigh tattoo. shin tattoo. wrist tattoo. lower back tattoo. hand/finger tattoo. foot tattoo. neck tattoo. face tattoo. back tattoo. chest tattoo. one tattoo. a few here and there. multiple. no tattoo. monroe piercing. nose piercing. septum. nipple piercing(s). genital piercing(s). industrial piercings. earlobe piercing. prince albert piercing. eyebrow piercing(s). tongue piercing(s). lip piercing(s). tragus piercing. angel bites. labret. stretched out ears. navel piercing. inverse navel piercing. cheek piercing(s). smiley. nape piercing(s). no piercings.

★  ⸻   𝐂𝐎𝐒𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒

light eyeliner. heavy eyeliner. cat eyes. mascara. fake eyelashes. matte lipstick. regular lipstick. lipgloss. lip balm. lip tint. red lips. pink lips. dark lips. bronzer. highlighter. eyeshadow. neutral eyeshadow. smoky eyes. colorful eyeshadow. blush. lipliner. light contouring. heavy contouring. powder. matte foundation. dewy foundation. concealer. wears make up regularly. wears it from time to time. never wears make-up.

★  ⸻   𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓

floral. fruity. perfumes. aftershave. cocoa. moisturizer. natural soap. shampoo. cigarettes. leather. sweat. food. incense. marijuana. cologne. whiskey. wine. fried food. blood. fire. metal. rain. grass. ocean. autumn leaves. baked bread. freshly baked cookies. smoke. campfire. lavender. trees. pumpkin pie. musk. rose. gingerbread. peppermint. oak. honey. lemon. vanilla. coffee cake. mint. raw hyde.

★  ⸻   𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒

jeans. tight pants. over-knee socks. tights. fishnets. leggings. yoga pants. pencil skirt. tight skirt. loose skirt. tight/formfitting dress. cardigans. blouse. button up shirt. band-t-shirt. sports-t-shirt. sweatpants. tank-top. cut off t-shirt. designer. high street. online stores. thrift. lingerie. long skirt. miniskirt. maxidress. sun dress. tie. tuxedo. cocktail dress. highslit dress/skirt. t-shirt. loose clothing. tight clothing. jean shorts. sweater. sweater vest. khaki pants. suit. hoodie. harem pants. basketball shorts. boxers. briefs. thong. hotpants. hipster panties. bra. sports bra. crop top. corset. ballerina skirt. leotard. polka dot. stripes. glitter. silk. lace. leather. velvet. chemise. patterns. florals. neon colors. pastels. plaid. black. dark colors. neutral colors. fur. faux fur.

★  ⸻   𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐒

sneakers. slip-ons. flats. slippers. sandals. high heels. kitten heels. ankle boots. combat boots. boots. cowboy boots. knee-high. platforms. stilettos. bare feet. loafers.