#HOW HIGH CAN THE HEMLINES GO?!

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WELCOME TO THE WWFI!

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Let's get this number up to 500!

[wellington-wells-fashion]

…S-show us th-this year’s *urk* colors!

now most of the anons are going to want to nuke/stab/shoot/stringlock/bomb victim and his organization now it’s added to the lore *fades out of existence*

To the Anon that said the nuke stabby shooty stringy Bomby. You are very lucky, unlike to this anon.

But hey at least your neck gets to stretch.

[cheriskindaclueless]

GIRLS ── ⟡˙ ̟ 𝓂𝒶𝓉𝓉 𝓈𝓉𝓊𝓇𝓃𝒾ℴ𝓁ℴ

── ⟡˙ ̟ matthew sturniolo x fem!reader

✩ cw ---- smut, oral sex (fem! receiving), profanity, finger fucking, getting off from female pleasure??, unprotected sex, (p) in (v) sex, use of 'y/n'

✩ synopsis ---- matt couldn't handle keeping his hands off you anymore, and wants to treat you right

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── ⟡˙ ̟ WALKING down the stairs, leaving the guest room, you rub harshly at your eyes as you turn the light on. adjusting to the newfound brightness at nearly one in the morning. opening the fridge, you narrow your eyes, glancing at the few food options.

closing the door with nothing in hand, you jump slightly. finding matt leaning against the counter, gazing at you.

"jesus," you mumbled, meeting his eyes. "scared the fuck out of me."

he grins at you, "can't sleep?" he asked curiously. his eyes dancing over your body. his face turning a pretty shade of pink when he realizes how little is covered on you. your high waisted shorts paired with a low cut tank top contrast nicely with how you prance around his kitchen.

keeping your eyes on him, you can notice how more and more restless he grows as he stands there. gaze glued to your body. "not really," i shrugged. walking over to the pantry.

as you stepped away from the pantry, you look around, finding that matt had disappeared from the room. frowning to yourself, you pull a granola bar out of a box and unwrap it. eating it before throwing away your trash and curiously going to matt's bedroom.

you were confused as to why he asked you something, and then right when you answered he practically vanished into thin air. walking up to his door, you stop. hesitant as to what you should do.

if he randomly left, surely he had a reason. right?

letting out a soft sigh, you back away from his door and head back to the guest room. closing the door behind you, you frowned.

sitting on the bed, you looked at the tv as it played some brain rotting show on mute. you don't know how long you sit there until there's a knock on your door.

curiously standing up, you pull the door open. revealing matt on the other side, disheveled. his eyes looked droopy, and he mumbled something along the lines of "not able to keep control," in a low, raspy voice. you furrow your brows, confused at what he's going on about; until his lips are smashed against yours.

he mumbles something incoherently as he grabs your jaw, keeping his lips on yours. you quickly fell in the kiss, tugging at his lower lip with your teeth.

matt moans softly against your tongue, and you pull back slightly. "what are you doing-"

you had just now processed that your best friend just barged in and shoved his tongue down your throat. and you were undeniably confused. the kiss had you melting as if you were a cube of ice on a warm day, but you had no idea what the fuck just happened.

"i cant stop myself, baby." he whispered, searching his eyes. "wanna taste you so bad."

his words sent you into a daze, you cupped his cheeks and hungrily pulled him back into a kiss. it felt wrong, but you couldn't tell yourself no. you wanted him too.

"jump," he mumbled against your lips, and you obliged. jumping up and wrapping your legs around his waist. matt's hands gripped tightly on your thighs, stabling you and not breaking away from the kiss.

it felt like heaven and hell on earth as he backed you up to the bed, dropping you down on your back. he pulled away from your lips, and gently trailed kisses down your neck. his eyes glued on yours as he slowly travelled down your body.

hurriedly, you pull your tank top up over your head. you were already seeing stars as matt delicately marked up your body.

matt pressed a sloppy kiss against your chest, right above your breast. he never once took his eyes off you as he slid his hands down to grip your hips.

his lips ghosted over your skin and he made his way closer to your cunt. gently kissing above the hemline of your shorts.

you whined softly, growing impatient. he smirks up at you, "tell me what you want, baby." he smiles, his fingers playing with the fabric.

dropping your head back, you moaned desperately. rubbing your thighs together. matt tightens his hand around your thigh, shoving it away to separate them. "hm?" he hums lightly. pressing a sloppy kiss on your inner thigh, trying to get an answer out of you.

"matt, please.." you whispered, meeting his eyes. he smiles up at you before effortlessly tugging your shorts and your panties down your legs. throwing them and letting them pool on the floor.

he drags his fingers along your core, "so wet already, hm baby?" matt meets your eyes. bringing the tips of his fingers up to his mouth, licking off your slick with his eyes glued on yours.

the few seconds his skin made contact with yours sent you off the wall. you felt vulnerable, laying in his guest room completely naked as he hovers over you.

without warning, he sticks two of his fingers into your pussy. a loud gasp escaping your throat. he pumps his fingers in and out of you with ease, while you clench your eyes shut.

he pulls away, but quickly replaces the vacant spot with his tongue. you can feel his eyes burning into your skin as he goes down on you. his nose brushes up against your clit perfectly.

your hands wrapped around his hair tightly, bucking your hips up into his face. opening your eyes you can see him losing his composure against you. he moans into your cunt, sending vibrations through your body as you moan back.

matt grows more restless at the sounds you make, and he absentmindedly grinds his hips against the bed; causing him to moan again.

he moves his lips up, sucking harshly on your clit. your moans only eliciting more pleasure through him. he grinds down onto the bed again, slowly gaining a rhythm as he gets himself off.

"fuck matt-" you moaned, dropping your head back again. "m' close-" you bucked your hips up again, sending him into a dazed state.

he pushes you through your high, and drags his tongue up your slit. he looks up at you, his lips red and puffy. matt keeps his eyes on you before quickly pulling down his pajama pants and his boxers.

your eyes drop down as his hard on springs up, drenched in precum. "fuck.." you mumbled under you breath, meeting his eyes before looking back down.

matt hovers over you, lining his hips up with yours. you were still slightly overstimulated but you didn't care at this point. you wanted him to take you as his own.

his eyes search yours, he didn't want to go to far. and you nod vigorously the second he looks at you.

slowly, he pushes his cock into your cunt, one hand gripping your hip. a low moan escapes your throat as he bottoms out. he meets your eyes again before pulling back and thrusting into you.

you moaned, dropping your head back. digging it into the pillow. you tensed around him with each thrust, wrapping your legs around his waist so he can go deeper.

matts hand reached up, and he grabbed you by the chin. "look at me, princess," he huffed with a smile. his thrusts growing more and more sloppy. "i want you to watch me while i do this to you. wanna see you enjoy it." voice getting lower and more faint with every passing word. you met his eyes without protest, your breath beginning to catch in your throat.

he drags his thumb over your parted lips, making you moan before leaning down and pressing his lips to yours.

you struggle keeping your lips with his as each thrust untangles you further. you were loosing yourself entirely underneath him, and you wanted nothing else.

"mmm fuck," matt mumbles against your skin. "cum with me baby.."

you came undone on his twitching member. he lets loose inside you, but doesnt pull back. he sits there and stares out you for what felt like hours, before leaning down and whispering against your neck.

"ive been waiting to do this for so long, y/n." he mumbled. his breath hot, sending a tingly feeling throughout your body. he presses a soft kiss to your neck, before pulling out and kissing your lips once more.

✩࿐ cher

[rafesfavouritegirl]

fingers ੈ✩‧₊˚

summary: you and rafe were sitting in bed, you were fiddling around with his fingers, mumbling about how big they were, until rafe suggested a way to make them feel bigger

warnings: smut

notes: re-first post !!

you and rafe were sitting in bed, he was scrolling on his phone while you mumbled on about something he wasn’t really listening to, while you fondled around with his fingers

“they’re pretty big, but i mean they’re probably just normal size compared to other people’s” you rambled, making rafe cock an eyebrow in amusement

“you think my fingers are normal sized?” rafe asked, setting his phone down on his chest and looking over at you, his eyes full of amusement. “well they’re not the biggest in the word” you replied

“oh yeah? wanna see test that?” rafe asked, sitting up and moving to grab your hips, effortlessly lifting you and placing you directly onto his lap. you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, unsure of what he meant

“how do we test if your fingers are big?” you asked cluelessly, making rafe chuckle, his chest rumbling against your back. “you’ll see baby, jus’ lemme do what i need to, a’right?” he said, quickly shushing you as you nodded

rafe slowly slid one of his hands down to the edge of your shorts, dipping under the fabric to trace the hemline of your panties. his other hand wrapped around your waist, holding you snuggly in place. your breathing hitched, looking up at him with a newfound needy gaze

his long fingers slowly slid through your folds, gathering your arousal on his fingertips. “shit your soaked, baby” he hummed, a smirk tugging at his plumpy lips. you held your gaze on his face, biting your lower lip as you tried to keep your needy whine at bay

rafes fingers threaded through your silky folds, before gently teasing your hole, his finger tips dipping in an out at an agonisingly slow pace. you let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding, feeling relief from the teasing as soon as his fingers dipped into your hole

rafe stifled a groan, feeling your fluttering, soft and fleshy walls around his fingers. “gonna make you feel good baby, you jus’ lay there ‘n look pretty f’me” he grumbled, starting to dip his fingers in an out at a pace that made your eyes roll to the back of your head

the pull and push motion of his fingers drew loud whines and whimpers from your lips, your head lolling back lazily against rafes chest, resting your body against his so you could focus on the pleasure instead of trying to hold yourself up

rafe let out a few grunts himself, the feeling of your wet, needy pussy around his fingers felt like heaven, and the noises that he made come out of you was stroking his ego heavily

“oh baby, you love it don’t you?” he asked, slowly upping the pace of his fingers. he curled them slightly, hitting your sweet spot deliciously. “y-yes rafe! *mmph!*” you mewled, your hips bucking as you felt a familiar warmth pool into your stomach

rafe knew you were getting close, so lower his head to your neck, placing soft and sloppy kisses to the flushed skin. “s’okay baby, you can cum” he murmured, feeling your walls flutter and clench around his digits

and with his words, your orgasm hit you like the waves hitting the shore, a sound escaping you that was almost pornographic. rafe kept kissing your neck, slowing his pace as he felt you come down from your high, your body going limp from the force

he pulled his fingers out, placing them to his lips as he licked your cream off his middle and forefinger. “so sweet” he whispered, slowly slipping you down onto the bed, laying you on your back

he climbed on top, his hand going to his belt buckle. “now your gonna feel something even bigger” he drawled out, a devilish grin on his face as he pulled out his thick cock from the confine of his slacks…

[wellington-wells-fashion]

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HOW HIGH CAN THE HEMLINES GO?!

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[tarotwithavi]

How to dress according to your venus sign

Can also be applied for Rising and mid heaven.

For entertainment purposes only!

Aries venus

Bold. you should embrace bold and adventurous styles that reflect your fiery and passionate nature. Opt for vibrant, eye-catching colors like red, orange, and hot pink to showcase your enthusiasm and energy. Choose clothing that highlights your individuality, such as unique statement pieces and daring accessories. Aries Venus individuals often enjoy a sporty, active lifestyle, so incorporate athleisure elements into your wardrobe, like sneakers or activewear-inspired outfits. Show off your confident and independent spirit with edgy cuts and styles, like asymmetrical hemlines or bold patterns. Don't be afraid to experiment with fashion and be the trendsetter in your group.

Taurus venus

Taurus venus is for luxurious, earthy, and sensuous attire. Begin with soft, tactile fabrics like silk, velvet, or cashmere in earthy tones such as deep greens, browns, and soft pinks. Your style should prioritize comfort and quality, so invest in well-fitted, timeless pieces like tailored blazers, flowy maxi dresses, or high-waisted trousers. Accessories should be elegant and understated, favoring natural gemstones like emeralds and rose quartz. Shoes should be both stylish and comfortable, such as leather ankle boots or suede loafers. Hair and makeup should be natural and effortless, with loose waves or soft curls and a nude or earth-toned palette. Show off that neck gurlll.

Gemini Venus

you should embrace versatility and a playful sense of style. Gemini is ruled by Mercury, making communication and adaptability key. Opt for outfits that allow you to mix and match, like a wardrobe full of separates, bright colors, and patterns. Experiment with various accessories to express your ever-changing tastes. Consider wearing clothing that incorporates elements of duality or contrast, such as asymmetrical designs or reversible pieces. Gemini is an air sign, so lightweight, breathable fabrics like cotton and silk can be your best friend. Don't forget to change up your style regularly to keep things interesting, as Venus in Gemini individuals thrive on variety and novelty in fashion.

Cancer Venus

You should embrace a style that reflects your emotional and nurturing nature. For example, soft, flowing fabrics in gentle, watery colors like seafoam green, silver, and pastel blues that soothe your sensitive spirit. Incorporate vintage or nostalgic elements into your wardrobe. Embrace feminine, figure-flattering silhouettes that accentuate your curves and emphasize your nurturing qualities. Jewelry with moonstone, pearls, and other iridescent gems complements your lunar sensibilities. Wearcozy, comfortable clothing that exudes warmth and comfort, like oversized sweaters and cardigans. Incorporate subtle touches of sea-inspired accessories, such as seashell-shaped pendants or bracelets.

Leo venus

Channel your inner confidence and glamor. Choose bold and attention-grabbing colors like fiery reds, golds, and vibrant purples. Like luxurious fabrics that exude regality, such as silk or velvet. Incorporate statement pieces like a dramatic, floor-length gown or a tailored suit with a dramatic flair. Don't shy away from sequins, metallics, or animal prints. Accessorize with bold and extravagant jewelry, such as statement necklaces or oversized earrings, and make sure your hair is styled to perfection, whether it's flowing locks or a bold updo. Animal prints and gold jewellery were made for leo venus.

Virgo Venus

Go for clean, practical, and detail-oriented fashion choices. Embrace earthy tones such as muted greens, browns, and neutrals, which resonate with Virgo's grounded nature. Pay attention to the smallest details in your outfit, like perfectly tailored clothing and well-coordinated accessories. Choose modest, well-fitted pieces that emphasize your natural beauty and avoid anything overly flashy or extravagant. Your style should exude professionalism and functionality, so consider incorporating classic pieces like tailored blazers, pencil skirts, and crisp white shirts. Also go for comfortable yet stylish footwear, and keep your hair and makeup understated, emphasizing a natural and polished look. Adding a hint of vintage charm or retro-inspired pieces can also align with Venus in Virgo's appreciation for the past.

Libra Venus

You should embrace elegance and harmony in your attire. Choose clothing that embodies balance and refined taste, such as well-tailored suits or dresses in soft, pastel colors or shades of pink, which resonate with Venus's love for beauty. Opt for outfits with clean lines and symmetrical patterns, as they appeal to Libra's sense of equilibrium. Accessories like tasteful jewelry, scarves, and belts can enhance your look, adding a touch of sophistication. Keep your hair and makeup balanced and graceful, avoiding overly bold or dramatic styles. Ultimately, aim for an ensemble that exudes charm, grace, and a sense of unity to align with the traits associated with Venus in Libra.

Scorpio Venus

Go for dark, intense colors like deep burgundy, black, or dark purple to exude passion and depth. Choose clothing that highlights your curves and adds an element of intrigue, such as form-fitting dresses, lacy lingerie, or leather accents. Incorporate accessories like statement jewelry with mystical or occult symbolism, and don't shy away from bold makeup with smoky eyes and deep, rich lip colors. Embrace fabrics like silk and velvet for their sensuality, and let your clothing choices reveal just enough skin to leave an air of mystery.

Sagittarius Venus

You should go for bold and vibrant colors that reflect your love for exploration and spontaneity. Choose comfortable, travel-friendly outfits that allow you to move freely. Consider loose-fitting bohemian dresses, wide-legged pants, and flowy tops for a laid-back yet stylish look. Accessorize with statement pieces like oversized sunglasses, feathered jewelry, or colorful scarves to showcase your eclectic taste. Footwear should be practical yet fashionable, such as comfy sandals or unique, eye-catching boots..

Capricorn Venus

You should opt for a classic and sophisticated style that exudes professionalism and ambition. Choose well-tailored, timeless pieces such as tailored blazers, pencil skirts, and crisp white shirts. Earthy and muted colors like black, navy, gray, and olive green are ideal, as they convey a sense of seriousness and authority. Invest in high-quality, durable materials like wool and leather. Accessories should be understated but elegant, such as a simple pearl necklace or a quality leather handbag. Practicality and functionality are key, so go for comfortable yet stylish shoes like classic pumps or ankle boots.

Aquarius Venus

Embody a unique and futuristic style that reflects your individuality and love for unconventional beauty. Go for clothing that incorporates metallic accents, electric blues, and vibrant purples, as these colors resonate with Aquarius energy. Experiment with asymmetrical and avant-garde designs, such as one-shoulder tops or geometric patterns. Statement accessories like chunky silver jewelry, oversized sunglasses, and tech-inspired pieces can add a touch of eccentricity to your look.

Pisces Venus

Embrace a dreamy and romantic style. Opt for flowing, ethereal fabrics like chiffon or silk in soft, oceanic colors like seafoam green, lavender, or aqua. Incorporate loose-fitting and comfortable clothing that allows you to move gracefully. Accessorize with subtle, mystical jewelry such as seashell necklaces, pearl earrings, or pieces featuring fish motifs, as Pisces is associated with the fish symbol. Don't shy away from pastel hues, and consider outfits with a touch of shimmer or iridescence to capture the Pisces love for fantasy and illusion. Flowing maxi dresses, bohemian-inspired attire, or anything reminiscent of a mermaid's allure will resonate.

Let me know your thoughts

[userlando]

dark paradise — lando norris

lando norris x female!reader [1.6k] summary: it was no secret that alcohol made you and lando frisky. warnings: 18+ explicit smut & language, public sex, pwp. a/n: HELLO it's me again. I have a lot of lando feels and just needed to write it out. this is short and smutty, but I hope you enjoy it all the same!!

Your body hums, heart thrumming in your chest as you grip meaty shoulders with your hands and bring the man closer to you. It’s hot, humid even, the whole club reeking of washed out perfume, alcohol and sweat. It feels deprived almost, but you can’t bring yourself to care even an ounce because bright and blue eyes are staring right into your eyes; pupils blown and dark.

It’s foggy and the strobe lights make it hard to see more than ten meters ahead of you, the music so loud in your ears that it drowns out the rushing sound of blood. It becomes a little overwhelming when big and calloused hands find the sides of your thighs, drawing a path up, up, up until they meet the hemline of your dress.

You pant heavily, drawing air that he breathes with his mouth so close but so far from you. The very same lips you’re staring at pull into a slow smirk, like he knows what he’s doing, like he knows the effect he has on you and he does. It’s so hard to concentrate, thinking of nothing but the feel of his mouth against yours. You crave to taste them, to delve into his mouth and have him draw every last ounce of sanity from you. A form of surrender you're all too willing to act out.

But Lando has other plans, content with making you squirm where you’re standing, two of his fingers finding their way up your dress and drawing slow and tantalising circles on the skin of your inner thigh. His eyes never leave yours, watching your every move and twitch as he nudges the edge of your panties. You can almost see what he's thinking, how he yearns to have you home in your bed with your back on the mattress and your legs caging his head.

He doesn’t slip inside, just touches the hem of the fabric, running the pads of his fingers so achingly close to where you need them most.

You huff out a breath of frustration, gaze straying from his face to somewhere behind him where the throng of people are dancing in their own world, like yours isn't spinning out of control. Lando’s fingers stop their teasing movement, making his dislike of your wandering eyes known by tutting and bringing his other unoccupied hand up to grab your chin.

The way he turns your head makes you whine, eyes watering a little and he grins because he loves how needy alcohol makes you. You’re not even drunk, having taken only two shots at the beginning of the night and nursing a strawberry mojito to keep that buzz going.

It hadn’t been hard to work you up into a frenzied mess, sharing a few dances with you and whispering some filthy words in your ears before you were dragging him into a remote and dark corner and licking into his mouth.

He looked into your eyes, watched how the frown marring your eyebrows deepened when he slipped a finger inside your underwear and he nudges your clit. It never got old, seeing the look of absolute pleasure blanket your face so easily, your pretty mouth so wet with saliva and inviting that he wanted nothing more than to bring you to your knees and slip his cock into your greedy mouth.

You let out a shuddered breath through your nose, eyelids fluttering shut for only a second before Lando’s hand tightened its hold on your chin. Just hard enough for you to take it as a warning, eyes opening right back up to look at him through hooded lids.

He rewarded you by sliding a second finger into the fabric of your panties, bringing the digits down to your hole to coat them in your slick and up, rubbing small and tight circles onto your clit just how he knew you liked it.

You whined, high and needy, feeling your knees buckle a little at the perfect pressure of his thumb. Lando licked his lips, taking a step forward and forcing you further up the wall; putting more pressure in his fingers and keeping you from teetering to the side.

It was like fire licking up your spine, toes tingling in a way that was definitely not from them going numb for being squeezed into your high heels for hours. Any other day and you would’ve probably been more sensible, more aware of your surroundings and that it only took one person to look your way to know what the two of you were up to.

But today wasn’t that day. It had been a successful race weekend in Monaco and the entire grid had gone out to celebrate. Lando had even found himself behind the DJ booth again, spirits so high that you couldn’t help but give in to everything he did and said.

It was no surprise that alcohol made you both a little frisky, it was a running joke between your friends at this point. A few drinks and you both would find yourselves wrapped up in each other, forgetting about the outside world.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulder, linking your hands into his hair to bring him closer to you so you could reach his lips. Lando went easily, hand sliding from your chin to your throat, resting it there as you opened up to him; allowing him to kiss you as he pleased.

It was filthy, how he slipped his fingers inside of you just to hear and feel you moan into his mouth, bringing a thumb to play with your clit until you were sucking on his tongue. He tasted of the aperol spritz he’d downed earlier, so intoxicating and sweet that you found yourself craving for more.

You made a sound of protest in your throat when he pulled back, kissing up your jawline before he rested his head against the side of yours. His breath was hot against your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

“You look so pretty with my fingers inside of you.” There was a husk to his voice that made you grip his hair tighter, rolling your body up and into his hand between your legs. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You echoed his word, dazed and shaking.

His fingers were sinful, playing you like a fiddle with such a practiced ease that it should’ve been illegal.

“Dripping down my hand.” He let out a laugh and you keened.

His face moved against your ear and you could just picture the shit-eating grin on his face, how fucking cocky he looked because he had done that. He’d successfully rendered you into a mess.

“F-fuck.” Your voice hitched when the pressure in your belly started to build, clenching around the fingers inside you.

It didn’t deter him though, only made him work a little faster when you dug your fingers into his hair and pulled. A throaty moan sounded in your ear and it was so erotic that your knees almost buckled.

“Lando.” You didn’t need to say any more.

“I know baby, I know.” He turned his head so he could see your side profile, watching your mouth gap open and closed as you struggled to find words. “Louder, baby. Let me hear you.”

White light exploded behind your eyelids as you squeezed them shut, bucking your hips as the rubber band got pulled so taut that it finally snapped. You came with a wail of his name, drowned out by the pulsing music in the club but Lando heard it loud and clear.

He could feel you squeezing his fingers, hole fluttering when you started to come down from your high. You whimpered when his thumb on your sensitive clit became too much, reaching a hand out to slap at his arm in a poor attempt to make him stop.

Lando pressed a chaste kiss against the column of your sweaty throat, relishing in the breathy whine you let out when he pulled his fingers away. Your throat bobbed under his lips as you swallowed, letting him right your underwear and pat down your dress - like nothing had happened. Like he hadn't rocked your world three ways to Sunday.

“You look so beautiful, baby.” He complimented you sweetly, pushing himself upright to smile at you. “Came so prettily on my fingers.”

Heat spread onto your cheeks as you regarded his eyes, blown out pupils and the redness on the apples of his cheeks. Lando was clearly turned on and you knew that it was only a matter of time before he called it a night and took the both of you home.

You didn’t mind though, you were ready to leave this place.

Lando brought the hand that had been inside you up between you, slipping two wet fingers into his mouth to suck on them and you covered your face with your hands at the obscene show he was putting on. His laughter reached your ears and you shook your head, peeking at him from between your fingers.

“You’re unbelievable.” You couldn’t help but laugh at the grin on his face.

“Yeah, maybe.” He placed two hands on either side of your hips to draw you into him. The hard plane of his body against yours felt a lot like home, and you welcomed the feeling with open arms. “But you love me.”

Your teeth found your bottom lip, holding back a smile.

“I really do.” You nodded, reaching a hand up to thumb at his lower lip. “I’d love you even more if you took us home.”

[wellington-wells-fashion]

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[kafkaeya]

you underdress for an event

characters: diluc / kaeya / alhaitham / kaveh

requests: open

tw: none (but reader wears dresses, or is required to in some scenarios so... keep in mind)

an: second official post! thanks for the love on the first one <3 waking up to all those notifs made me so happy. i hope this one is just as good!

a sigh, then a simple, "you can do better than that."

diluc was evaluating your outfit choice for the debut event of a new type of dandelion wine. all eyes would be on diluc, therefore his partner too, and turning up in a tucked-in white shirt and simple black trousers was not going to cut it.

"this is all i have that's clean," you protested, "and aren't you going to wear exactly the same as me?"

"that's not my point," diluc responded, rubbing his forehead delicately with his index finger and thumb. "there are going to be nearly hundreds of potential clients tonight; i really need this to go well, my love. so..."

diluc then proceeded to open a drawer, taking out a small wallet. he continued speaking, "we will need to find you something nice to wear, won't we?"

...you weren't going to argue with that.

"i do not care whether you're still angry with me or not, love. the fact is that you need to actually put some proper clothes on for this event tonight. that, or don't bother coming." kaeya paused, "...but please do come. otherwise, i'll have to explain why you're absent."

yourself and kaeya had another argument that morning, albeit a petty one. however, the one clash the two of you had in your relationship dynamic was your stubbornness. this led to the current predicament: you were proposing to arrive to a rather formal event in dirty clothes, that were far too... ordinary. that, and covered in mud and grass.

you shrugged your shoulders, "that's not my problem."

kaeya scoffed. gathering himself, he retorted after a moment, "that is your problem. you are the one actively refusing to just do as i've asked. now... where's that dress i bought for you for your birthday? i know i can fit you into it myself if you kick up too much of a fuss."

rolling your eyes, and with a huff, you complied, and the dancing and festivities meant that you two had forgotten what you had argued about in the first place by the end of the night.

the perks of dating the scribe of the akademiya (in your eyes anyway) was that, on the odd occasion, you were able to attend some beautiful gala events. this was one such event, however clearly you had misread the memo alhaitham had left for you that morning.

alhaitham walked into your bedroom, a large black bag in his right hand, before glancing at you and simply saying, "no."

"no?" you turned to look at him. "what do you mean no?"

"no."

a pause. alhaitham then took a step forward.

"this is far too casual. the hemline of the dress is far too high; it needs to be floor-length. furthermore, the bodice is rather... tight, is it not? we will be at this event all evening, your body will go sore."

"...since when did you know what a bodice is?"

"anyway, i assumed you would misinterpret my rather clear message i left for you - so here."

alhaitham then passed you the black bag he entered the room with, which contained another - much more ideal - dress, and left you to get dressed once more.

to say that kaveh was excited for this event was an understatement. however, when he found himself in need of a plus one, and with alhaitham flat-out refusing his offer, kaveh realised that you were the only option.

and that was how he found out, the hard way, that you do not own any kind of formal clothing whatsoever.

knocking on your door, kaveh was shocked to say the least to find you in your normal attire, not at all ready for a formal event like the one he was invited to.

kaveh let himself into your house without a word, leaving you to close the door behind him. then, he gave you another lookover. a heavy sigh escaped his lips as he said, "you know, you could have put a little more effort in to your appearance."

"why?" you asked. "i'm not trying to get anyone to fall in love with me or anything."

muttering, kaveh replied, "it's too late for that."

"what?"

dramatically, kaveh turned around to look behind him. "what?! who said that!?"

[pookietv]

sinful | arthurtv

sorry it's so late and a little short but here's my first kinktober post!!

i had requests for this sort of thing (here) so i figured i had to give the people what they wanted (but in drabble form)

cw: smut, edging, overstimulation

"if you're good tonight whilst we're out for food, i promise i'll give you what you've been waiting for tonight." arthur murmured against your collarbone, voice soft but still assertive as you had perched yourself on his lap, suggesting a quick round before going out.

you had been in the mood all day. and hearing that your mood wasn't going to be satiated before a meal with arthur, bach and his girlfriend, and you were instead going to be denied, and forced to wait until returning home had not been on the cards, in your mind at least.

"arthur... c'mon, we can be quick, we won't be late," you dragged out, each syllable said as sweetly as you could, in hopes of convincing him last minute as your hips slightly rolled against him.

he tutted slightly, shaking his head a little. "'m not gonna give in. so you either behave tonight, or you get nothing at all." he said.

it was sinful how easy it was to push arthur's buttons. you could write a manual on it, it's what you did best.

all of the meal had consisted of was you allowing the slit of your dress to ride dangerously high, or slightly adjusting the hemline of the scandalously low neckline and watching his eyes follow slightly, before biting his own tongue.

your hands pressed indecently high on his leg, covered by only the table as you allowed your fingers to gently drag against his upper thigh.

you could see his jaw clenching, trying his best to pay attention to whatever story bach had begun telling whilst you innocently nodded and smiled along, the sound of speaking around the restaurant muted in the slight thrill of watching arthur get increasingly tense.

arthur had gone through all of tonight with a gritted smile, teeth grinded so hard against each other that he may well have caused cavities, but alas.

the drive home was a quieter one, arthur's hands gripping the steering wheel until you were sure his knuckles had whitened, as he gave you a quick, "i told you to be patient, so now you're not gonna like tonight,"

so that was how you had ended up in this specific position, his long and slender fingers toying with your aching clit, tears threatening to spill from how desperate you had been all night, back pressed against your headboard as you whined out, showing how close you were to your release.

and that's when a quick grin came to arthur's face, and he removed his hand in one quick motion, pulling his digits into his mouth and moving them with a quick pop.

"arthur..." you whined, looking up at him with wide eyes, half irritated that he had stopped.

"told you, you didn't listen. you thought it was funny to try and wind me up at dinner, so now i won't give you what you want," he said, voice calm and decisive, looking slightly down at you with a cocky grin that almost made you want to pull your own hair out, "shouldn't have been such a wind-up, hm?"

"c'mon, arthur, please... want you so bad, need you inside me, wanna feel you stretching me out and filling me up..." you murmured out, in hopes of luring him with the thought.

he rolled his eyes slightly, the self-assured smirk still spread across his face, "you think i have that little self control?" he asked.

before you could try and come up with any comeback, plea, or anything along the lines, his head dipped inbetween your legs, his muscle licking one long stripe from your entrance to your clit, before his lips gently attached to your drooling folds,

your hips bucked slightly at the stimulation, which only lead arthur to slow his movements, each slight move calculated and painstakingly leisurely.

you felt the pad of one of his fingers gently tease at your needy hole, a gentle push and you whined as you felt your weeping entrance surrounded his fingers, each slight curl of his slender fingers making panting breaths escape you.

"fuck, please arthur, so good," you murmured as his tongue drew circles around your clit, moving his digits slightly faster, your head spinning as you approached orgasm far too fast, your body easily molded into putty as he looked up at you, his eyes slightly lidded and controlled, as he pulled his head away, leaving you to whine pathetically once more as his thumb drew even lighter circles against you.

"please, please, arthur, 'm sorry, won't do it again, ah, just need you so bad..." you pleaded out, your body writhing and tears threatening to spill from your cheeks at the lightheadedness that came from your denial, your lungs burning for air.

he grinned slightly at the sight beneath him, when you had been so done up and put together for your meal tonight, only to be reduced to messed hair, mascara stained cheeks and pleading, he reached for his waistband, pulling his painfully hard length out, and you could feel your mouth watering at the prospect as he wasted no time in pressing his tip against you, nudging against where you were achingly desperate.

it wasn't long before that pleading feeling was replaced by a gasp, letting yourself bite slightly against his collarbone, muffling the embarrassingly needy sounds as he began to rock his hips back and forth, already too close to your peak due to your previous denial, eyes squeezed shut and your lower abdomen tight as he rocked you against himself, fluid and quick as soon panting began to leave him also.

your vision felt clouded, euphoria fogging any thoughts as moans tumbled freely from your lips, muscles beginning to slightly relax as you could finally let go, the familiar knot snapping and fists grasping at the sheets beneath you, desperately trying to swallow thick gulps of air down as you watched arthur's face contort similarly to your own, his jerks becoming more sporadic as you fought to keep your eyes open and watch the scene unfold in front of you, watching as he fell apart shortly after.

you felt his seed fill you, watched his eyes roll back in his head and his lips fall open, murmuring out your name like a prayer before he fell down next to you, hand falling to your hip and drawing small, sweet circles against it.

"next time, if you just listened, wouldn't have to spend all that time waiting, hm?" he said, a grin still plastered against his face.

"ah, but if i don't push your buttons, how will i get you all wound up and agitated like that?" you said back, face flush and a cheeky smile gracing your face.

[fourmoony]

fizz pop lolly - James Potter x Fem!Reader

smut, barely any plot. p in v. unprotected sex. language. james is a bit of a perv.

18+ work, minors DNI.

not proof read. 2k words.

...

It’s pervy.

James knows it’s pervy, but he can’t stop himself. You’re not even aware he’s ogling you, gone in your own world that he imagines has fairies, rainbows and butterflies floating around in that pretty little head of yours. He’s sure if anyone caught sight of him staring, they’d catch on immediately, know just how sick and twisted his mind really is because his eyes are dead set on the hemline of your skirt, his mouth open awaiting flies. You’re resting your hands on the table on the far side of the library, supposedly reading a textbook for a source you need for your essay on Care of Magical Creatures, and the way you’re bent over ever so slightly has your skirt rising from its already high placement.

It's sick. It’s downright fucking twisted. You’re so sweet, so innocent, such a pretty soul – for fucks sakes you run study groups and tutor first years in your rare free time – and all James can think about is how he wants to walk up behind you, put his hand between your shoulder blades and push until you’re flat against the table, flat against his dick.

But.

But it would be criminal not to look, right? Not to enjoy the way you pop your hip to the left when your legs obviously get tired of having stood up for so long. He swears he can make out the bottom of your arse cheek and he about chokes on his own bloody saliva. Your legs look so smooth, like he could run his hands up and down them, listen to the quickening of your breath and feel nothing but silk. God, he’s deranged. Guilt swirls in his stomach with lust, a never-ending battle that he shouldn’t be staring – actually, he should probably go over and tell you he’s likely not the only one looking, for your own sake – but that he physically cannot bring himself to stop.

He can’t stop thinking about you, about how you’d feel wrapped around him, soft and pliant under him, the sounds you’d make. He’s hard as a rock, blood rushing from his head to his dick and he finds it’s getting easier and easier to keep looking, guilt free, with the lack of blood up there.

He’s both grateful and ready to raise hell when Sirius appears behind you, returning from his hunt for a book he’d needed for a prank, and blocks you from James’ view. Sirius takes a seat across from James and he groans inwardly. Sirius’ stupid head is blocking your perfect arse from James’ view and that won’t do.  

“How can I see the book if you’re sitting over there?” James tries.

Sirius looks up, brows furrowed, “Uhm, you don’t need to? I’ll just tell you once I find the spell.”

“Yeah, but- Like, I need to- wouldn’t it be better if I checked it? Made sure it was the right spell?” James stutters like an absolute fool, and he wants to bang his fucking head into the desk.

Sirius catches on immediately. James wants to die as his best friend looks around, spotting you behind him. His head whips around at breakneck speed, his eyes wide with mischief. James jumps into action, trying to cover Sirius’ mouth before he makes an announcement that James Potter is a massive fucking pervert in front of the entirety of the Hogwarts Library. Sirius dodges, laughing maniacally, breathless and sputtering and James just panics and shoves the table as hard as he can into Sirius’ stomach and ribs.

He heaves a breath of air, winded, eyes wide and accusatory. Problem solved, James thinks, whilst Sirius is doubled over, head no longer blocking his view. Until he looks up, eyes searching, and finds you sauntering over, brows furrowed. Shit, he thinks, shit, shit, fucking shit.

“What are you two up to, now?” You ask, brow raised and a hint of a smile on your lips.

And oh god, your lips. So full, so soft, so pretty. James feels like he’s the one who’s had a table slammed into his ribs. Sirius still has his head on the desk, groaning and gasping for air. James couldn’t give two shits when you take the seat next to his, give him your full attention, cross one of your legs over the other and sit oh so bloody pretty. Godric, James would like to ruin you.

“Oh, nothing. Just studying.” James tries his best at casual.

You look at the table in front of you with amusement. There’s no study material. Just empty sweetie wrappers, a couple marbles and the one book Sirius needed for a prank. James flushes red. Fuck.

“Hm. Clearly.” You say, eyes twinkling.

You’re so beautiful, James thinks. So fucking pretty.

“Well,” You chirp when James literally can’t think of anything to say, “Next time Sirius is about to out you for staring at my arse, I’d go for a silencing charm over bodily harm.”

With that, you stand and turn, and James is pretty much face to face with said arse. You bend a little, pretending to fix your socks and James thinks he’s going to die. Literally. Die. Like, on the spot. You’re so sweet, so innocent – or so he thought. He’s in over his head. Truly. His brain simply short circuits. You leave, walking away, swinging your hips as you go and James is up and out of his seat, hot on your heels. You feel him at your back, smile to yourself. Sirius holds a finger up to James as he leaves, only to be thwarted on the back of the head by Madam Pince as she passes.

James follows you through the hallways, up staircases, until he realises, you’re headed for the seventh-floor corridor. It’s dark and abandoned and a well-known area for hooking up. His heart rate accelerates. If he’d have known you’d catch him staring and bring him here? He’d have felt less guilty about it and done it way more often.

You stop and turn to face him at the end of the corridor, swallowed by shadows but he can still see the bright shine to your eyes, the wideness of your smile. You’re waiting, playing games and James always wins.

“You were showing off on purpose?” He asks, crowding you against the wall.

You look up, bite your lip and fuck James is pretty much gone already. Your head tilts, hair sprawling over your shoulder, picture of innocence. James knows now that it’s a farse. And he’s determined to break the act, have you begging, pleading, destroyed for and by him. Your hands, dainty and a little cold, reach out for his forearms, pulling him slightly towards you. He smiles, a hint of knowing in his eyes that has your knees buckling.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about, Jamie.”

James tuts, towering over you. He presses his lips to the side of your neck, inhales your perfume and fuck he’s hard all over again, “You know fine well what you were doing to me.”

You hum, hands running up his arms to rest on his shoulders, sliding around to the nape of his neck and grabbing a fist of his hair. “Maybe.”

James smiles, nips the skin at the nape of your neck. He pushes his weight against you, you sigh in delight. His hands are everywhere, along your waist, the tops of your thighs, your tits. It’s not until he slides his hands up your skirt, desperate to feel the flesh of your arse that he realises you’re not wearing any underwear and he almost comes on sight. His breath is shuddering, mouth pressed against the skin of your neck and dear Godric, he thinks, how could he have ever assumed you were anything other than a dirty, filthy slut?

“I really wanted to take my time,” He huffs, pulling back until he’s centimetres from your lips, “But right now the only thing I can think about is ruining you.”

You nod, a huff of breath like it’s been punched out of your lungs at his words, “Please.”

With that, James kisses you. Hot and heavy and dirty and fuck he’s never been so glad to have been perving on you. You moan when he lifts you up, hands firm on the backs of your thighs, like you weigh nothing and keeps you propped up with his hips against the wall. It’s all consuming, having him everywhere, all around you. His smell, his sound, his tongue searching your mouth, his lips, his teeth, his hands, his dick, pressed so nice against your bare cunt.

He shifts, you squeal, head hitting against the brick wall.

His fingers trace you, teasing, only for a second, before he’s knuckle deep and you’re keening, bucking against him, fingers digging crescent moons into his shoulders. James swears he’s in heaven, the way he has you – desperate and soaking fucking wet. All because of him.

“James,” You moan, one hand cupping his neck and cheek, your hooded eyes are looking into his, “Need more. Need you. Please.”

James isn’t going to make you ask twice. Maybe when he has more time. Next time he’s going to take his time. Next time he’s going to be patient, watch you fall apart, make you beg. At least, he hopes there’ll be a next time. He thinks he might die if he never gets to see you like this again. Your head is thrown back, neck exposed, breaths coming in pants as he whips himself out of his trousers. He lines himself up, you keen, and he takes a deep breath before he slams up into you.

You practically scream, clenching around him, legs tightening around his waist. James swears he sees stars. You’re so warm, so tight, and you’re whimpering and bucking against him. He feels hot and heavy and he’s hitting spots you never imagined. The breath punches from your lungs when he sets a fast and hard pace, hands gripping at any skin he can find. He’s moaning into your skin, grunts and profanities and you’re sure that anyone who comes within a mile of the seventh-floor corridor will hear the sinful noises coming from the pair of you.

It’s hot and dizzying and your skin feels like it’s on fire with every thrust that he bullies into you.

“Fuck, you’re so hot, so tight…” James is aware he’s just speaking his mind, unfiltered and uncaring. He has no shame, not when he’s slamming into you like it’s his sole purpose on this earth. Maybe it is, he thinks.

You groan, clenching around him, “Jamie, I’m so close.”

“I know, I know, let go, pretty girl.” He coos, reaching between you to rub at the swollen bundle of nerves that’s been crying out for attention.

You spasm, coming on the spot at the stimulation and his words. He’s two seconds behind you, an embarrassingly loud moan escaping him, but he can’t find it in him to care when you’re still whining and bucking against him. You’re both seeing stars, pressed together, still fully clothed, breathless, and floating down.

Realisation sets in, the silence of the corridor is deafening.

Until you laugh.

You giggle maniacally like he’s said the funniest thing in the world and James frowns in confusion. He lets you down, tucks himself back into his pants all whilst you’re still giggling. It’s not until you stop, breathless, and reach up to press a kiss to his lips that he smiles dumbly.

“Took you long enough, Potter.”

James’ head spins. You’re there, standing in front of him, two seconds after being completely ruined, whining, and bucking on him, innocent act completely gone. He’s so dopily happy at the way you’re smiling up at him.

“How long-“

“The time you were staring at me eating a fizz pop lolly.” You answer for him.

This time, James laughs. Six months. You’ve known for six months that he’s been innately obsessed with you.

“Fucks sakes.”

You giggle again and fall into his arms, he pulls you backwards, pliant in his arms as you laugh and stumble all the way along the hallway.

[wellington-wells-fashion]

"...Uh. Yes, Well! That's all well and good Mr. Philosopher, but there's gaggle of people out there who're more interested in this years threads than a whole lotta Downer-speak. You gonna go and fuckin' wow them, or am I gonna hafta tell Quentin he needs to look harder?"

Davey Hackney drummed his foot against the carpet impatiently. A few minutes in and his new material was already rambling.

"I wonder.. if I'm happy on drugs, am I really happy?.. what I'm trying to say is.. is there a true self???" - A.H.

[brf-rumortrackinganon]

When Catherine wss transitioning to become an official member of the royal family, was it also as messy as Meghan's? I wasn't an observer but perhaps there could be some similarities?

Nope.

#1 - Kate's transition was much, much longer. Her training most likely began in 2008 after she and William got back together and it continued all the way through very early 2012. (I'm using the announcement of Kate's first patronages and charities to mark her "training wheels" coming off.) This is on top of the "access" she had for the 4-5 years pre-breakup. So all in all, Kate's transition was at least 4 years somewhat officially, then another 4 years somewhat informally and situationally - so about 8 years altogether for Kate to become an official member.

So compare Kate's 8ish-year transition to Meghan's whirlwind 13-month transition (Meghan's move to England/engagement in Nov 2017 to the announcement of her first patronages): Kate had a ton more time to understand what she was getting into and she could take her time learning, acclimating, and managing expectations (everyone else's and her own).

On top of that, Kate has never reached full-time official status. She was supposed to "upgrade" in September 2017 (as announced in January 2017) but then best laid plans - new baby, pandemic, major illness, chemo. So some may suggest that Kate is still in transition. So that's another 11+ years to transition to an official full-time status.

(Also on that note, Plant's theory was that Kate began her 'Princess of Wales' transition in Fall 2018 after returning from maternity leave, when her coatdresses became more formal and kicked it into high gear/made it noticeable in Summer 2019 with longer dress hemlines and more polished, professional looks. With what we know now, the family may have begun their Queen-to-King transition in 2017 so Plant really may have been on to something.)

Meanwhile, Meghan expected immediately to become a full-time working royal because Harry was also full-time working royal, having transitioned to "full time" after leaving the Army. She quit Suits for this, after all. But again, best laid plans - Meghan immediately got pregnant, and then she burned out after 72 days of part-time status.

To me, this proves that William and Kate's plan of "slow and steady" has been incredibly successful. But it is incredibly glacial and in the immortal words of Miranda Priestly:

IMO, both William and Kate could stand to pick up the place a little. Let's break 120 engagements on the royal calendar when Kate is back up to full performance.

Anyway, getting off track here.

#2, Meghan's transition was messy because it also played out in PR and social media, and often at her own hand.

Kate's transition largely happened behind closed doors and away from the public eye. Kate certainly wasn't leaking anything to the press about meeting certain family members or planning what kind of work she'd do. It wasn't even officially confirmed that Kate met The Queen until William spoke about it in the engagement interview, while Meghan was leaking to her sources that she was meeting William as early as November 2016.

That's not to say Kate didn't have her messy moments. I'm sure she did, but they likely played out more privately. In fact, the only "messy" moments I can think of from before Kate married in are:

Carole chewing gum at William's passing-out ceremony. (The papers were horrified because how dare someone chew gum while existing in the same space as The Queen. It wasn't like they were having a personal audience.)

The having fun/going out dancing/drinking nights out with William and/or Pippa.

Leaked comments attributed to The Queen that she wished Kate would do something more productive with her time.

Mean girl rumors of Kate and Pippa vs Beatrice and Eugenie.

And the last one, I don't even know if it's real - Kate received "training" from the BRF on how to get in and out of cars around photographers. (I don't know if it's real because on the one hand, it's the only scene I remember from the Lifetime 'William & Kate' movie but on the other hand, this would've been back in the mid/late '00s when paparazzi were notorious for upskirt photos of young female celebs getting out of cars.)

Others who were around back in those very early days for Kate might have other info/insight.

But bottom line, it was a very different world social media-wise and traditional media wise in Kate's day vs when Meghan came around so that also must be taken into consideration when looking how both women prepared for marrying in, in addition to their own personalities and the position(s) they were marrying into.

[yourqueenb]

No one:

PB writing their Inside Choices blogs:

It’s getting hot in the writer’s room… And it’s all because of our upcoming VIP release — Smut By Another Name! So book team, what can you tell us about this steamy new story?

Berry: You have just moved into a new town to start your new job. Hard-working and eager to please, you hope things go smoothly so that you can prove yourself. But what will happen when your brooding boss makes you a sexy offer you can’t refuse?

Ooooh, how interesting! I wonder what that offer could be. 🤔 Speaking of, who is this brooding boss of ours?

Jane Doe: A billionaire with an attitude, Dixon Balzac always gets what they want and has no issues with breaking a rule or two. As the CEO, they know their way around the boardroom. But as God’s gift to women, they also know their way around the bedroom. *wink wink*

Joe Schmoe: Dixon loves to throw their weight and their wallet around, which becomes very clear after they set their sights on you. But I think players will be surprised to find that there’s more to them than meets the eye. What secrets do they have? And will you be brave enough to get down and dirty in order to find out?

Wow, we’re swooning already! Are there any other characters we should be excited about or on the lookout for?

Tom: Honestly, you should absolutely get excited about your character! Don’t let her innocence and inexperience fool you! MC might need a moment to find her footing. But once she does, she’s a headstrong woman who isn’t afraid of responding with a little sass when the situation calls for it.

Dick: Be on the lookout for your new project manager! As a perfectionist and Dixon’s wife, there’s no telling when she’ll pop up with 10 pages worth of notes on your latest assignment or nosy questions about the nature of you and Dixon’s budding relationship.

Berry: I don’t know about anyone else, but I’m super excited for players to meet our crazy quirky cast of supporting characters, especially one uber prepared best friend! Dressia is always there for you whether you need relationship advice or a hot new outfit to impress a special someone.

Hot new outfits you say? What can we expect from the closet in this book? Give us the scoop!

Jane Doe: Since this book puts the “sin” in “business”, you can expect some very risqué office wear. Low-cut blouses, rising hemlines, lacy thigh highs, oh my! If Dixon Balzac were my boss, I’d definitely stock my real life closet with these outfits.

We can barely contain our excitement! Okay, last question: What did the writing team use as inspiration for this titillating title?

Berry: The team had so much fun perusing classics, modern bestsellers, and popular Wattpad stories alike! We found a little bit of inspiration in every single one, which has allowed us to create a totally original, not at all carbon copied new book for our catalogue. So we hope you enjoy it!

And there you have it, folks! Keep your eyes peeled for Smut By Another Name, releasing next Friday! 🍓

[salix-scribbles]

Nausicaä costume(s): Research

My favorite part of costuming from animation is imagining how the simple textures of animated cloth can be brought into real life. I take into account setting, especially if it’s a fantasy/historical/historical fantasy story, to determine what materials the characters would have access to before I decide what materials I will use. Certain concessions have to be made for cost/efficiency’s sake, but if something ends up taking more time in order to be cost-effective, I will usually take that route.

For Nausicaä, the princess of the Valley of the Wind, the cloth they have access to (in the logic set forth by Miyazaki in the manga) is wool woven from the hair of the goats and long-hair cattle raised in the Valley of the Wind, as well as a linen-like cloth woven from fibers raised in the valley. The manga confirms they raise these animals, and the film shows the many fields of agricultural plants.

Some observations I’ve made about outfits across kingdoms:

-There is a tank top-like foundation garment worn across kingdoms, and most outfits feature waist-fastening trousers. They fit loosely around the leg, but can be easily tucked into boots and have protective gaiters/greaves fastened over them. Materials could be different across kingdoms, but I speculate the tank/undershirt garment is linen and the trousers are undyed wool. In the photo below, the two women with Nausicaä are a Pejite citizen and the mother of the Pejite princess. Nausicaä wears the same undershirt and trouser combination as the Pejite citizen.

-The kingdom-specific variations seem to be in the cut/coloring/decoration of the tunics; neckline, pocket placement, gem embellishment, and applique/embroidery designs are examples of these variations. Below are images of Princess Kushana of Tolemekia, Princess Lastelle of Pejite, Princess Nausicaä disguised as a Pejite citizen, and finally Nausicaä in her most formal outfit we see. Headwear also varies across kingdoms; Tolemekia uses the most metal and Princess Kushana’s may show her high status as both military leader and royalty.

For the outfit I’m referring to as the “princess” outfit, or the most formal-appearing of the outfits featured in the movie, this is likely where the finest (meaning fineness of the spun thread and tightness of the weave) of the fabrics would be used. However, given that the people of the Valley of the Wind are very community-focused and their princess regularly engages directly with her people regardless of social standing, the “finest” fabric is probably available for community members to use and sew with, just dyed in different colors. Only Nausicaä wears the bright, sky-blue fabric, and her “finest” fabric version is a less-saturated hue of that sky-blue; I am going to assume this blue is reserved for members of the royal family, but not used to its full concentration/saturation capabilities since they are a fairly humble kingdom. The tunic also features pale purple trim around the neckline, sleeve cuffs, and the hemline of the skirt; a belt/sash in the same color is tied at the waist.

The trousers and boots seem to be the same as in other outfits (including the flight suit, further reinforcing my theory that these are base garments and the headwear and tunics are the variants), the same off-white of undyed wool and sturdy brown boots found across kingdoms.

In my mind’s eye, the headwear could be knit large in wool and then felted, with the gems sewn into the fabric after the fact. It could also be the same fabric as her tunic but lined/reinforced with a stiffened fabric to make it appear as a truly matching set.

Nausicaä’s flight tunic is a similar, slightly darker shade of blue than her formal tunic. It does not function as armor, but it is worn with protective gloves, protective gaiters/greaves, and a flexible head covering; the tunic itself is soft, pliable and features six cylindrical pockets for flares on its front. This flare-pocket style (in the animated film) is unique to the Valley of the Wind; Lord Yupa stores his flares in a similar manner, but that same storage is not featured on Asbel of Pejite’s tunic when he is shown in the Sea of Decay with his rifle. The neck fastening does not allow the collar (looks to me like a band collar) to close fully, but allows for it to be pulled over the head easily. I personally like the idea that this is a short length of spiral lacing (with the spiral facing towards the skin) with cord dyed to match the blue of her gloves, gaiters, and headwear.

The flight tunic is the shortest of the tunics in the movie, hitting her upper thigh. Nausicaä is proportioned like a classic shoujo heroine (in that her legs are long for her body), so some concessions may be made for people who are trying to balance screen accuracy with personal wearability. I personally will be going with personal wearability and, while my legs are long, my torso is not, so I will make adjustments in my own pattern.

Fabric-wise, wool seems most likely here (and is confirmed in a special insert to the Nausicaä manga to be specifically felted wool). The tunic skirt/flare is unlined. The whole tunic can be moved by wind, but not in a wispy way, which makes me think this is, within the logic of the manga and film, felted from a tightly-woven lightweight wool. For story accuracy, I could go with this -- but if I want to wear this tunic in daily life without looking very obviously costumed, I’ve never been a fan of felted wool on garments that aren’t coats. I plan to go with a woven wool fabric with a visible weave.

My first guess was that these gloves were wool and wet-felted directly onto a mold, but seeing the little finger seam gave me pause. The only soft, pliable material that still allows for some grip that the Valley of the Wind would have access to (that I can currently think of) would be hide/leather; blue leather dye seems hard to come by, though. The boots are also likely leather (maybe even the Valley breathing masks), though they could also be felted wool with leather/suede soles. If not made from leather, the gaiters/greaves, hat, and gloves are dyed blue would likely be felted wool.

Next is the prophecy tunic. This tunic is from the kingdom of Pejite; see one of the earlier images where the pink tunic is in the woman’s arms. It has a tall band collar that closes completely at the neck with a visible join and its most recognizable feature is the turtle-like design across the chest

It is originally pink but changes color when the blood of a baby Ohmu dyes it a dark blue. The blood also overdyes Nausicaä’s trousers a pale blue (the resulting shade is not unlike the blue of her princess outfit).

The skirt of the prophecy tunic falls below Nausicaä’s knees and is unlined. The sleeves flare somewhat over the wrist (they do not fit tightly) and a belt is worn at Nausicaä’s waist.

Based on what we know about Pejite from the manga, plus the similarities in how the center of this turtle-like design and various jewelries are shaded in the film, it is very likely that this design is beaded/beadwork and stitched/embroidered onto the garment. Given that the design is unaffected by the Ohmu’s blood when the fabric items are overdyed, they would need to be nonporous. I’m thinking carnelian and/or red jasper for the cabochon in the center (could also be made with smaller beads since finding a chunk of polished stone that size would be challenging, not to mention expensive and heavy to wear) and porcelain or white stoneware clay beads for the main portion of the design.

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