#Madame Sher

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Bruna Marquezine wearing corset by Madame Sher for Colcci

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Jordanna Maia in Madame Sher, Paris Fashion week 2023

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Question: Do all of the villains have a crush on reader? Or is it just a select few?

Oooh! I love this!

So not all of the villains have a crush on (Y/N), but the a lot of them do! Here’s a list of the villains relationship with (Y/N)

Crush/Romantic feelings

Hades

Hook

Jafar

Facilier

Gaston

Frollo

Ursula

Clayton

Alameda

Honest John

Maleficent

Hans

John Silver

Likes Platonically

Scar

Sher Khan

Ratigan

Prince John

Queen of Hearts

Cruella

Gothel

Medusa

Mad Madame Mim

King Candy

Chernabog

Shan Yu

Unsure

King Magnifico

Rourke

Grimhilde

Hopes this helps! It’s actually really helpful for me as well to get everyone’s relationships down on paper! Thanks!

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Snuggles with Sherlock

Taglist: @evansabove1981 @eddiesquinnsworld @elizabetharegina @littlefreya @henrycavillfan @resowrites @cavillsthighs @confessionbrain-writings @angryschnauzerwrites etc)

Warnings - Soft Fluff /Pregnancy announcement - protective sherlock

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It had a few days now and your new husband Sherlock Holmes and genius thinker, he noticed Y/n Holmes had not being feeling very well lately and he wondered as to why.

The newly weds found themselves thrown upon the mercy of Edith whom knew Enola Holmes Sherlock's sister. " Oh my! Mrs Holmes? How on earth are you going to manage without your husband? Where is he"? Edith questions you, " I'm afraid hes been called away on business again by Lestrade from Scotland Yard"! Edith was not best pleased, she seemed to notice it too. " Begging your pardon madam but are you sure your quite well"? Edith asked as she hauled the luggage upstairs 221B Baker Street, " yes of course I'm quite well I Thankyou for asking though"! Y/n chuckles. You were standing out of blue the room begun to spin, and you fell.

" Oh my Goodness! Mrs Holmes"! Edith shouted, just as Enola arrives, " Y/N oh my yes I'll fetch my brother"! Enola ran yo Scotland Yard out of breath she panted as she knocked on Lastrade's office door.

" Sherlock thank the lord! Y/N's had a fall Ediths with her you're needed back home"! Enola told her brother, in a panic Sherlock looked at Lestrade whom was lost and seemed puzzled at the great detective had married.

Edith had stripped of you of your clothes and put you in a Lacey and cotton nightgown, The carriage ride home was a slow one but nonetheless it did the trick Sherlock and Enola had arrived back home.

" Y/n my darling"! Sherlock shouts there was no answer he knew likely why you maybe sleeping because of trauma to your head.

Edith was sat on the bed nursing you, when Sherlock your husband appeared in the doorway looking stricken with grief for you he was helpless he walked slowly to your bedside taking your ashen coloured hand into his he kissed it. Edith smiled at the tender scene before. " Dearest! I'm so sorry I... I'm a helpless idoitc fool"! He cursed. As you slept Edith advised your husband to send for a physician. " Thankyou Edith I appreciate what you've done so much"!Sherlock smiled, Edith took one look back at you and then turned back to Sherlock, " Just look after her"! Edith scolded him with a smile, Sherlock shut the door quietly sos not to disturb your rest.

A few hours later You began to come round, " Sher.... Sher .... Sherlock"! You crooked out. Sherlock's face when he saw you awake was one of pure joy and terror that he nearly lost you.

" Oh my darling .... (Sherlock kisses the back of your hand then puts it to his cheek) my dearest y/n I thought I'd lost you"! Sherlock crossed the room, tears brimming his eyes. You smiled weakly at him, " Hush I'm fine my dear I'll be fine again a few days time you'll see"! You told your husband. " No my darling sweetness you must rest I shall not hear if you getting out of bed otherwise I shall send for Edith to keep you safe"! Sherlock said determined.

A few days had gone by, and you still were forbidden to leave your bed by your husband you knew he meant well. On that Monday morning a physician had come calling by to check on you and your condition. It seemed that there was something wrong with you but not entirely unusual for a woman whose just married.

The physician went outside to talk to your husband. " Tell me what's the matter with my wife"? Sherlock asked frantic with worry. The physician smiled " she is resting you should go and see her she should be right as rain in a day or two you see Mr Holmes it takes time for a woman's body to adjust to .... whatever it is that your wife suffers from.... Good day to you Mr Holmes"! Your husband showed the physical out his words rung in his head.

she is resting you should go and see her she should be right as rain in a day or two you see Mr Holmes it takes time for a woman's body to adjust to .... whatever it is that your suffers from.... Good day to you Mr Holmes"! The words rung out in Sherlock's head as if he was somehow in an trance.

" Enola! You spoke as you lay in bed, " Can you go and find your brother for me sweetie I need to speak to him"? You asked with a tender smile, Enola smiled at you squeezing your hand gently then went to fetch her youngest brother from the drawing room.

" Sherlock Y/n needs you"! Enola told him.

Bounding the stairs two at him he opened the door to see you sat up in bed with your long hair plaited and tied with a white ribbon at the end. He beamed as he came to your bedside taking your hand kissing it.

" My Darling what is it? Whats wrong"? Sherlock asked, as he kept hold of your hand, " I.... I...I'm with Child Sherlock y..you're going to be a father"! You sobbed.

" A child.... You are with child"! Sherlock's brain struggling to comprehend it, " Yes my love! You are to be a father"! You choked out, as you held your hand, " Come give me your hand husband"! He watched as you placed his large hand upon your tiny bump, " Our baby sherlock! ... Our own baby Holmes"! You beamed with tears rolling down your cheeks, Sherlock took off his jacket and his waist cost along with watch inside and his boots and placed arm about shoulder, allowing your head to rest upon his right strong shoulder he kissed your forehead gently, " my darlings I love you so much the both of you"! He beamed, " Y/n Sweetness please God don't over tire yourself you're not alone now darling with a little Holmes remember"! Sherlock pleaded as he snuggled into you forgetting all about Lestrade and his cases. Enola Holmes the funniest kindest girl nothing like her aloof brother Mycroft Holmes.

" Goodmorning Y/n"! Chirped Enola with a smile.

" Goodmorning darling! Aren't you supposed to be with that Tewkesbury young man"! You point out.

" No hes since disappeared"! Enola tells you.

" Oh dear that's a shame"! You reply.

" How are you and little Holmes"? Enola asks afriad of touching your bump.

" Go on its okay hes the size of a pea at the moment but he'll grow,"! You smile as reach for her hand.

" Is my brother off somewhere .... with that Lestrade again"? Enola asked.

" he's infuriating I can't get away from him and neither can Sherlock he has a pregnant wife here and still Lestrade sees for to keep him late"! Enola growls to herself.

" Enola! Sweetie .... Your brother will be home soon enough don't you worry"? You assure her.

A few hours later Sherlock returns home to Baker Street where his wife was in the drawing room reading a romance novel of all things in her nightgown and robe hair in a plait again with the same white ribbon tied at the bottom, though he was thrilled to see in the parlour reading one of your favourite books Sherlock couldn't help but fuss over you. " Goodmorning my darlings how are you and my little Holmes doing this morning? Are you sure you should be out of bed my dear.... you still look a little pale"! Sherlock came to kiss you upon the cheek then he got on his knees in front of you to kiss your bump. You chuckled at him with a hand running though his silky curls. " Sweetheart hes the size of a pea at the moment"! You explained, " I know but I cannot help it, darling"! Came Sherlock's response kissing your head.

As the day unfolded Sherlock at his desk one eye on the case and one upon you, he continued to study it occasionally looking over at you.

That was until he happened to look up and see your head slump foward dropping the book on the floor. Rounding his desk he hastened to your side. " Come .....To bed with you my love"! Sherlock scooping young his arms and carrying to bed.

Sherlock placed you in bed sweeping your long red hair away from the flame of the candle. He kissed you upon the forehead then bent to kiss your stomach once more. " Rest my darlings I shall be up presently"! He whispered into your hair. With that you fell asleep for the evening, true to his word your husband retired to bed coming to you and very small little Holmes.

He undressed and got beside you wrapping you in his warm embrace his hand on your stomach protecting you both from harm. " I'm here my darlings I'm not going anywhere Goodnight my love I'll be here when you wake up"! Sherlock whispered Into you ear delightfully snuggling you and the bump that he secretly hoped would be his son.

The end.....

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Things to lie.

1.A day to complete a thirty page inked handwriting to a silenced notebook write outs to hemmed pieces,writings.Write them.

2. A sense of seems of your lovely kurtas to take over in a silenced notebook,and make them.

3.A thought of which is in due time a heaven,a night must be due to a Reed love,a think tank would only supply.A time think tank hourglassic tubes of windows to dyes.

4.A day to hold her Madame oil to hold her eye deep poetic is to make a sher eye which was again a think-tank prevail.

5.Place your anda boiler in hegdics of love story’s seep ink barthan in Sen sheep.

6.Place a tin with the kurzi Diwakar and the lies to adorn the wad with beautiful nazaras.

7.The limelight placed upon her seep is the thing that which she had was an epiphany.

8.A rushing oil and sand kept oaths on tin foils on lies.

9.A kitchen setting must do to seep the oil which shares a medical beef.

10.A terrarium of sciences were the shy sly deems that must upkeep Tuber’s.

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Flag of India : History, Colour , Chakra , Tricolor Evolution :-

History of Indian tricolor :-

1). Every country in the world has its own flag and this flag is a symbol of a free country.

2). The national flag of India was adopted in its present form on 15 August 1947 after India's independence from the British in the Constituent Assembly meeting on 22 July 1947.

3). Served as the national flag of the Dominion of India between 15 August 1947 and 26 January 1950 and thereafter as the flag of the Republic of India.

4). The color of the Indian tricolor represents the national unity of India.

5). The national flag of India is a horizontal tricolor of deep saffron ( keseri ) at the top, white in the middle and dark green below in equal proportion.

6). The ratio of the width of the flag of India to its length is two to three. There is also a blue circle in the center of the white stripe.

7). The design of the flag is that of the wheel seen on the abacus of Ashoka's capital Sarnath Sher.8). its diameter approximately to the width of the white band and its has 24 spokes.

2). The Second Flag ( 1907 ) :-

1). The second flag was raised in Paris in 1907 by Madame Cama and her group of exiled revolutionaries.

2). It was similar to the first flag except that the top bar had only one lot, above it were seven stars representing Saptarishi.

3). This flag was always exhibited at the socialist conference in Berlin. Read more :-

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“You jus’ say th’ word an’ I’ll go off like a rabid dog who ain’t had food fer days!” Butch tells her assuredly, gripping his belt and adjusting it somewhat on his waist as he keeps up alongside the woman.

When they finally reach the building, the cowboy is in awe of the colorful sign—he had never seen something so bright and flashy before! Following his new employer inside, the pleasant sound of musical brass fills his ears. He wasn’t familiar with this type of music but it put his nerves at ease if he was any kind of nervous about joining her before hand.

Butch allows the tall woman to guide him over by the arm, curious eyes still taking in his surroundings as they make their way to the main bar. Now, Butch had been to many many bars before, but this one was certainly up there on the fancy scale.

His eyes catch the staff who seem to be enjoying themselves, all of which he found were very pleasant to look at. Maybe she just didn’t hire ugly people? He thinks to himself, and then he feels a bit flattered he would have such an invitation extended out to him. That fox had a keen eye, didn’t she?

When he’s approached by one of her employees, Butch beams, extending a hand for the woman in greeting. “S’nice t’ meet ya, Sher~ I don’t plan on goin’ anywhere anytime soon but then again, I ain’t even really started yet.” The cowboy laughs at his words.

“Name’s Butch. Now, s’there a uniform I should be wearin’ or somethin?” He asks, turning his head to peer at the Madame. He wasn’t too keen on the idea of changing out of his normal attire but if it made him appear a bit more official, he could deal with it for the time being…especially if it abided by a similar style as his usual wear.

A lighthearted chuckle rolled down her lips at his eagerness to start working for her so early. For a moment her gaze softened as if she was flattered by his offer, reaching her hand to his face she gently poked the tops of his nose with her well-manicured slender fingertip. "You are sweet darling, but no need to start wasting your energy soon, there will be time to prove yourself rest assured. "

Still, she kept her strut, despite her little performance her walk was assured and confident without being shaken whatsoever. "But I do appreciate your offer, I love an employee who is willing to show his talents~"

With each step, she oozed confidence and the calm smirk never left her lips. She was like a fox that caught a precious prey not willing to let go of him anytime soon. A few short minutes passed, and finally, it was not long before they arrived at his potential place of employment.

It was a bit of an old building, a classic European structure, but it had a bold neon sign saying 'Thron Rose Cabaret' above the main door, it was still early in the day and for now, only the bar was open for the daily customers. A lighthearted jazz was heard from behind the door, along with a few laughs and voices, ah the staff was most likely enjoying some free time.....well it was time to give them all a bit of a spook then!

"Welcome to Thron Rose darling, seems like we got few slackers~" she almost purred those words excited to catch her employees off guard just for a moment. Giving a tug on his arm she simply struts inside pushing the door open, he was greeted with a rich scent of cigars, all kinds of booze, heavy perfumes, and other questionable chemicals.

At the main bar, there are few employees, young and attractive waitstaff both men and women. But one figure that did stand out was a woman with chestnut curly brown hair, wearing a violet dress that hugged her generous curves. She immediately brightened seeing the Madame and a new employee.

"Oooooouuuuh? Madame, is this our new partner? " she immediately stepped over to have a closer look at the cowboy that was close to the owner. "Well hello sugar, you can call me Sherry stay long enough and I do hope we can be friends~"

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Madame Sher abre loja física em Minakuchi

Madame Sher abre loja física em Minakuchi

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☕️ dark academia, L O L

on dark academia: it’s a genre that should be written more, in a college setting, and with less white or white-prominent characters. we’ve discussed this at length, but using a darker academic setting as metaphor for the importance of prestige and how that ties into being a non-white person? could be a much more interesting narrative. not to mention that there are tonnes of mythologies, religions, etc. that could be utilised as inspirations and delved into and summoned rather than the same-old tentacle-lovecraft-monster racist-based malarky. i think that dark academia should be reclaimed by non-whites. i think the shelves should be flooded by black, brown, indigenous, asian, mixed full casts, and english not be the first or preferred language, and latin not be the most studied. there are other archaic languages out there, you know. there are other forbidden texts. stop being a coward. 

send in a ☕️ + a topic and i’ll tell you my thoughts.

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Iza wearing corset by Madame Sher and Swarovski jewelry

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Raissa Santana in Madame Sher for Marie Claire Brasil

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PITTY for the Madame Corsets Sher campaign, photographed by Adrian Benedykt (2008).

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Whenever this commercial would play ( usually during Classic Concentration w/ Alex Trebeck) Robert would tell me the story about a trip to France with his Panhandle Florida Trailer Park-born mother. After dinner, his mom asked the waiter for "some of that SHER-BERT" To which the waiter scoffed, rolled his eyes and said all Frenchy-like " SOR-BAY madame" and she shot back "I dont give a shit what you call it. Go fetch it"