#The corset back is decorative and not functional

[keii4ii]

And so the little 🅿️rince tamed the "fox."

[you-know-honey]

Hanging in Your Hands

Viktor x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4k

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Viktor finds in you a love that subtly transforms him: without realizing it, he begins to take better care of himself, rest better and relieve his pain, all thanks to the peace you bring him. Finding a way to show you what he could never do with words.

N/A: English is not my native language, feel free to correct me in the comments and I will update it. Remember to share and comment if you liked it. Endnotes.

“Home sweet home…” you hum as Viktor opens the door, letting you in first like a true gentleman. You’re the first to leave your coat on the coat rack and throw your shoes somewhere in the room, walking now much more comfortably towards the kitchen.

Viktor’s home isn’t very big, but it had changed a lot since the first time you went there. Before, everything looked like a scene from the most godforsaken place, with almost no furniture and white morgue lighting. It was hard to convince him that to improve his health he also need to improve his environment. The living room was the largest room, with a functional fireplace, a second-hand coffee table and a sofa so soft it could be a piece stolen from heaven. The kitchen was the smallest, there was no table or chairs, instead there was a breakfast bar and some swivel chairs that you had taken from the academy and that Viktor had fixed. The bathroom started the hallway, followed by his office and finally his room. You had made sure that every room reflected something positive, watering plants or doing crafts like a comfort fairy. Viktor appreciated it, he had told you so many times, he didn't mind that you filled his house with your not so practical decorations, they were your personal brand and he liked it, besides spending all that time decorating, painting and remodeling gave him more reasons to love you, to get to know you perfectly and be fascinated by what he found in your being. Without you he wouldn't have managed to make his house feel and look like a real home in which to rest.

Viktor removes his jacket with precise movements. His long, deft fingers slide the dark fabric over his shoulders, revealing the impeccable shirt that sits tight against his slim figure. He folds the jacket carefully, as if he's in no hurry, and lays it over the back of the sofa. His hands move up to the knot of his tie. His fingers, always so precise, pull at the knot with ease, undoing the pressure around his neck. The gesture, so mundane to him, has a strange effect on you, an electric current running through your body. As if that weren't enough, the top button of his shirt unbuttons under his touch, revealing just a flash of skin on his pale neck. His breathing seems to relax instantly, as if the small adjustment brings him some comfort.

Viktor exhales softly, running a hand through his messy hair, unaware that this distracted gesture, combined with the shadow of exhaustion on his face, makes him look almost unattainable, like a work of art that doesn’t realize its own beauty. You feel trapped in a magnetic web that he doesn’t even know he possesses.

“That was sexy,” you mutter to yourself as you rummage through some food in the fridge.

“Excuse me?” His low voice echoes behind you, you have no idea how he moved so fast, his tone is incredulous, and his eyebrows arch slightly.

You shrug, trying to look casual as you turn to look at him, even though you know your face is probably burning. “What I said. You’re sexy. Especially when you do that without realizing it.”

His brain shuts down for a moment, processing the bold comment. “Don’t joke with me…” he finally says, leaning his cane against the fridge and trapping you in a bear hug, your hands quickly returning his, feeling the medical corset under his shirt.

“I’m not joking,” you insist, your words crashing against his bare torso, causing him to shiver slightly, which only makes his arms draw you closer to his body. “Is it so hard to believe?” you can hear his heartbeat quicken.

“Stop it…” he replies with his lips on your head.

“Too shy to receive compliments?” in his defense you are being a little more daring than usual.

His arms pull you closer to his body as if that were possible, it is clear that he wants you to stop talking, he laughs when he feels you squirm in his arms as if you are complaining.

“Y/N…” he tells you with that tone that you know is a warning, although it is not serious, you know he is having fun.

You sigh and he loosens his hug a little, enough so that you can rest your chin on his chest.

“Shall we make dinner together?” you ask, Viktor leaned in slightly, his eyes half-lidded in a warm gesture, and brushed the tip of his nose against Y/N’s in a gentle movement, barely a whisper of contact. It was an intimate exchange, full of affection and closeness, that spoke louder than any words. It was as if they shared a secret, a moment just for them, full of warmth and sweetness.

“Sure.”

Making dinner together is a very big word for what really happens in that kitchen, you prepare everything and force him to sit behind the breakfast bar to prove that everything is on point once you start the dinner. Viktor is not afraid to admit that he does not know how to cook anything other than toast and sandwiches. The kitchen is his war zone and the oven is the enemy he has yet to overcome, luckily he has you and by the time the timer in the shape of a pigeon reaches zero his stomach growls with eagerness.

“Taran!” you proudly take the lasagna out of the oven, the warm aroma fills the whole house and both of your stomachs growl desperate for food. “How is it?” you look at him expectantly.

Viktor runs his face over the steaming mold, it looks good and smells good “It’s perfect…” although he could perfectly refer to you instead of the lasagna.

“Go to the sofa, I’ll bring the dishes in a second.” still with your gloves on you push yourself over the breakfast bar to give him a chaste kiss on the lips. Cooking always puts you in a good mood, but seeing that he likes what you cook is a reward on another level.

As you serve the plates and accompany it with something to drink, you watch Viktor’s silhouette walk towards the sofa, he limps a little but that gives him a certain charm because he no longer does it in pain, the way he sits, the way he sighs as he leans his back against the back of the sofa, the way he tilts his head to look at the fire. Everything about him seems like a work of art to you, from the veins that run through his pale, thin hands, his moles that you’re sure must be a constellation in the sky, his eyes that remind you of fresh honey in a virgin forest, his laugh, secret but beautiful like the whistling of rivers in the distance. You love him like you have no idea. Thinking about him revives your spirit, releases unbridled currents of adrenaline that die for him, to reach him, to be in his arms and stay there forever.

“Enjoy” he says when he leaves the dinner on the coffee table, letting you fall on the sofa. Using a blanket to cover you both from the cold.

“Enjoy” he answers, using his arm to pull your figure closer to him and rests his head on yours.

You both eat in silence, not because you have nothing to talk about, just that your stomachs really need that lasagna, you are focused on Viktor’s plate, but this time it doesn’t seem like your tactics are needed to get him to finish eating, he really razes the plate with emotion, something that makes you feel proud. With a full stomach it’s easier to think of something to talk about.

“How about a plant?” You ask, resting your head on his chest, there’s something about his heartbeat that works better to relax you than the ocean sound records on the record players next to the window.

“A plant? Where?” he asks with a playful tone “There are already many at home.” he mentioned, pointing with his gaze to the shelf above the fireplace, full of cacti of different sizes.

“For the lab…something small with green leaves maybe with flowers...” He can hear the small tone of excitement in your voice.

Viktor looked at you curiously. “What do you want it for?”

“For you. The doctors say plants help reduce stress.”

He smiled, a wonderful expression on his face. “Do you think a plant can handle that place?”

“I have faith in it. Just like in you.”

He takes a few seconds to look at you, there is tenderness in his gaze. He is not good with plants, in fact he agreed to have cacti only because they were easy to take care of since basically nothing happened if he forgot about it for a few days, a plant like the one you wanted requires more care but… he is not willing to say no to you, if you want it that way that will be and he will take care of that plant better than anyone else.

“A plant it is then.” He sighs. His figure moves beside you, before you know it he’s picking up the plates.

“Leave the plates, I’ll wash them,” you say, quickly getting up from the couch as Viktor begins to stack the cups and plates on the coffee table.

“No need. I’ll do it,” he replies calmly, already focused on the task. His hands move with the same precision he uses in the lab, carefully stacking each plate to keep them from falling.

“Viktor, I’m your guest. You can’t wash the dishes,” you insist, stepping forward to take the plates from his hands.

He raises an eyebrow, his expression reflecting a mix of amusement and stubbornness. “Guest? You’ve been here so many times that I could claim my bedroom. There’s no point in arguing this.” You reach for the last plate, but Viktor pushes it away with a swift movement. “It’s just a small task. It’s nothing complicated.”

“But—”

“There are no ‘buts’.” He gives you a look, serious but not harsh. It’s more like a silent declaration of victory. “I’ll take care of it.”

Resigned, you sigh and cross your arms, watching him from the couch as he stacks the plates like a jenga and heads toward the kitchen. However, as he stands up with the stack of plates in his hands, he suddenly stops halfway.

For a moment, you don’t understand what’s going on. His back is slightly bent, his posture rigid. Then, he turns his face slightly toward you, his lips pressed into a tight line.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, moving closer with concern.

“A small… inconvenience,” he says in a tone that tries to sound calm, although you notice the stiffness in his voice.

You move closer and see the reason: one of the glasses is dangerously tilted, about to fall. His hands are too busy holding the others and holding onto the cane; moving just a millimeter could lead to disaster.

“Let me help you,” you offer with a smile you can’t help.

“No. It’s under control,” Viktor insists, although his tone lacks the firmness it had before.

“Sure? Because you look like you’re a second away from creating an experiment on the fragility of ceramics.”

His lips curve into a slight smile, but his attention remains fixed on the plates. With a quick but gentle movement, you slide your hands over to catch the wayward glass before it falls.

Viktor shoots you a look, his eyes shining with a mix of gratitude and resignation. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome. Now, can you admit that you need help from time to time?”

He sighs, shaking his head as he continues on his way to the kitchen. “No. But I’ll let you believe it, this time.”

You roll your eyes in response.

“How about I wash them and you dry them?” he offers.

“Fine.”

You watch him sitting at the breakfast bar watching him thoroughly wash each plate, glass, and cutlery, drying his hands on a kitchen towel.

“All yours,” he says as he leaves the kitchen, which is too small for the two of them. “I’m going to go take a shower.”

“Do you want some company?” His figure tenses up like a cat, stopping only to turn around slightly to find a mischievous smile on your face.

“Nice try.” A stifled laugh escapes his lips before he disappears down the hall and it’s not long before you hear the sound of running water.

The dim light of the bathroom bathed the tense lines of Viktor's figure, reflecting his thinness and the sharp features that marked his skin. Viktor took off his shirt with slow, almost mechanical movements. He had always avoided looking at his nakedness in the mirror, the reflection of a weak man made him sick, but this time the mirror gave him a different image. When he took off his shirt he discovered that on his torso his ribs were barely noticeable, his abdomen was no longer sunken and even a tiny roll of fat had formed in the lower part. He was still thin, but when he touched him he felt muscles and not just his bones, his pale skin had taken on more softness and color. The wounds left by his corset had stopped being reddened furrows and were now barely noticeable.

He caressed his neck, slightly hunched, free of tension. The scars on his side, reminders of medical procedures, were no longer like cracks, but just soft marks.

As he unbuttoned his pants, he braced himself with one hand on the wall for balance. His outer brace trembled slightly. With a methodical movement, he removed the metal piece, carefully setting it aside, as if it were an extension of himself that he could not despise.

He felt like a different person, naked in front of the mirror, admiring a more vivid reflection of himself, his hands running over his muscles that were once tired and sore, now looking strong and energetic. He smiled a little, hesitantly. For the first time, he liked what he saw in the mirror and he knew who he had to thank for that.

Steam began to fill the room as he adjusted the water to hot for the comfort of his leg. Once naked, Viktor stood still for a moment, letting the moisture envelop his skin. His body, although marked by a certain fragility, radiated an unbreakable strength, feeling each scar with something other than disgust for the first time in a long time. His eyes closed, enjoying that shower like no other.

After finishing putting away the dishes, you peeked into the hallway. You found him sitting on the bed, wearing baggy pajama pants and his shirt covering his naked torso, his head in his hands and his eyes fixed on his leg. His posture was rigid, filled with a tension that you could almost feel in the air.

You didn't say anything at first, because you knew that what he needed wasn't words, but company. You approached silently, crossing the hallway and sat down next to him, placing a hand on his good knee.

"Does it hurt?" you finally asked, your voice barely a whisper.

Viktor nodded, not raising his head. "A little. There are times when... it feels like it's never going to go away." He internally cursed himself, the whole day had passed without problems, with barely any discomfort, he didn't understand why the pain decided to attack him right now, it was as if it was mocking him.

Your chest tightened at his vulnerability. You knew how much he hated showing weakness, even with you.

"Let me help…"

He stared at you for a moment, as if considering your words. He finally nodded with a sigh. You knelt in front of him, placing his leg over your lap, pushing his pajama bottoms up to his thigh, your cold fingers giving him goosebumps where you touched them. The internal mechanism of the device on his leg was simpler but no less aggressive, as you removed the straps you could hear small gasps coming from Viktor’s mouth, his hand crumpling the sheets beside him, his skin reddening as the pressure of the device disappeared. Once the device was off you followed the usual nightly ritual, sliding your hands up his leg, applying pressure to the right spot and massaging the tense muscles in his leg and foot, you were precise, almost surgical, as you moved your hands up his leg with extreme gentleness. At first his muscles were tense but slowly you felt them relax under your touch. Finally, the tense grimace changed to a placid, lazy expression of relief as the pain faded.

"Better…" he murmured after a while. His voice sounded calmer.

“See? I’m good at this.” you said as you stood up to sit beside him on his bed.

He laughed softly, his low, warm laugh filling the space. “Maybe I should hire you as my personal physical therapist.”

“You couldn’t pay me enough.” you teased, giving him a soft poke on his nose. “But lucky for you, I do this because I care about you.” Your hands slid down his back, taking the shirt with you, exposing his medical corset. It took you a little more technique to remove it, a couple of twists here and the movement of the levers on his shoulder blades were enough to make the heavy structure give way, pulling it over his head and leaving it on the floor under the nightstand. Your hands caressed his bare back, his skin pale as sweet milk and warm as the first rays of the sun in the day.

He took your hand then, bringing it to his lips to place a soft kiss on your fingers and murmur against them, “How lucky I am…”

“You have no idea…” you said, sliding your hand up his arm to his cheek. He looked totally sleepy but willing to simply adjust his posture and have your lips meet his in a slow, delicate brush, more sensation than intention. His messy hair falling over his forehead, tickling the bridge of your nose.

Without saying anything, his fingers slowly slide up your cheek, warm and a little clumsy, as if even in his sleepy state he wanted to make sure he touched you carefully. His thumb traces a small circle against your skin, and his lips, barely curved in a lazy smile, murmur your name, so low it almost seems like a sigh.

You lean into him, unable to resist the closeness he himself seeks. Viktor, so practical and rational during the day, now seems completely given over to the moment. The whole world had been reduced to that single point of contact.

There is no rush in the kiss, only a sweetness heavy with tiredness, as if sleep were pulling at him but he couldn’t help but stay with you a little longer. His lips are warm, soft, and his breathing, calm but irregular, mixes with yours.

When the kiss breaks you don’t know how, but you’ve ended up lying on the bed, his lips barely separating from yours, staying so close that you can feel the heat of his breath against your skin. His eyes half-closed, they look at you with a softness that melts any thought.

“I have a gift for you…” his voice is barely a whisper against your lips “Can you bring my bag please?” he asked, dragging one of your locks of hair behind your ear. You close your eyes, you're so comfortable that you don't want to separate from him. "Honey... please..." his words completely disarm you, the air leaves your lungs and you have to drag him back inside, it's the first time he calls you that...

You didn't expect it, you don't know what to do or say next. "I... amhmm... I... will go get your bag..." you murmur unsurely as you basically flee the room with your heart racing. You may have heard Viktor's giggle behind you but maybe it was just your nerves playing a bad joke on you.

When you returned with the bag to the room Viktor has lifted his torso from the bed and holds a small package wrapped excellently in ornate paper in his hands. You crawl to his side on the bed, cautiously dragging his bag, was sending you for it, a trick?

The air in the room is charged with a quiet expectation as Viktor leans forward slightly, holding a box wrapped in dark, elegant paper. His fingers, always careful, seem a little tenser than usual, as if the act of handing you the gift is more intimidating than he imagined.

“This is for you,” he says, his voice low but firm, though you notice the slight tremor in his words. He hands it to you, but doesn’t look directly at you; his eyes fixate on some indefinite spot, as if he’s not entirely sure how you’ll react.

You take the box, feeling the unexpected weight in your hands. You watch him, searching for some clue in his expression, but Viktor just crosses his arms, adopting a posture that could be interpreted as casual, though his slightly stiff shoulders give it away.

“Open it,” he murmurs, and his eyes finally meet yours, shining with a mix of nervousness and something deeper, something you can only describe as affection.

As you open the paper, you discover a retro-designed camera, impeccable, with a simple elegance that suits him perfectly. You blink, surprised, as he leans over to turn it on. Before you can ask, his hand rummages through his bag, showing you the small Hextech gem and to your utter astonishment he places it inside the camera mechanism. The room lights up for a moment before Viktor presses a button and the magic begins.

At first, music is the first thing you can hear, then like real magic you see a series of hologram images all around the room: you and him together at different moments, some captured in secret, others you remember clearly. Laughter, glances, small everyday gestures. Then, the photos change to your favorite things: books, landscapes, objects you love, letters you’ve never read written in his own handwriting, every detail carefully collected.

And then, his voice.

“My name is Viktor and…” he begins, his tone deep but soft, with that meticulous cadence that characterizes him. “This is for my dear Y/N. A record of shared moments, of laughter, of everything you represent to me, of everything she is and everything she have allowed me to be.”

Your eyes glaze over as the images continue: your first photo together, a romantic poem, even the portrait of you both that an artist had made on your first date after leaving the hospital, your favorite flowers, things only someone in love would choose.

“It’s an archive of memories,” his voice continues, “but also a reminder to me. That no matter how chaotic the world is, there’s always beauty in the small moments. And in all of these moments, there’s her.”

When the voice ends, the silence that remains is overwhelming, laden with emotions you can’t put into words. You look up at Viktor, who now seems unable to meet your gaze, his cheeks totally red.

“I wasn’t sure if it would be too much.." he admits, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “But I thought… maybe you’d like it. You’ve done so much for me…”

You lean into him, setting the camera aside, and wrap your hands around his neck. “Too much?” Viktor, this is perfect...”

His lips curve into a small but genuine smile, and even though he tries to hide it, you can see the relief and joy in his eyes. This gesture, so meticulous and full of love, is irrefutable proof of how much you mean to him.

The weight of what you just saw is still present in your chest, warm and overwhelming. The camera is off to the side, forgotten for the moment, because now all your attention is on him. Viktor is still in front of you, clearly nervous but trying to keep his composure, as if you don’t know how to handle your emotions at this moment.

“What’s wrong?” he asks quietly, with that analytical look that never seems to completely fade. But there’s something else in his eyes now: a mix of vulnerability and hope, as if he’s not sure if his gift had had the impact he expected.

You don’t need words to answer him.

You move toward him in one motion, your hands gripping the sides of his face before he can react. His skin is warm beneath your fingers, and for an instant, you can feel his breathing hitch, caught between wonder and anticipation.

“You’re amazing,” you murmur against his lips, and before he can process it, you kiss him.

The kiss is urgent, charged with everything you feel and everything you can’t put into words. It’s like you want to tear down any remaining doubts he might have about how much you love him. Your lips move with a desperate hunger, as if you’re seeking to etch into him every emotion he’s provoked in you.

It takes Viktor a second to react, but when he does, he kisses you back with equal intensity. His hands, ever careful, grip your waist, pulling you closer to him as if he needs to have you closer. There’s no longer any shyness in his movements, only the restrained passion of someone who’s been waiting for this moment without realizing it.

His breathing is fast, ragged, and you can feel his lips tremble slightly against yours, not out of insecurity, but from the torrent of emotions that overwhelms him. One of his arms wraps around you, while his other hand moves up to tangle in your hair, holding you with a firmness you’ve never felt from him before.

When you finally part, you’re both breathless. His eyes, normally calm and focused, now shine with a mix of wonder and devotion. His lips are red, and a smile, small but sincere, forms on his face.

“I wasn’t expecting that,” he says, his voice huskier than usual.

“Did it bother you?” you ask, still panting, your hands still on his face.

“Disturb me?..” Viktor lets out a soft laugh and shakes his head, his forehead touching yours. “I couldn’t. But… I might need another demonstration to be completely sure.”

His playful tone, combined with the way he looks at you, makes your heart race again. “Cheeky…” Without saying a word, your eyes drift to the camera still resting to the side. You take the camara with firm but hurried hands, turning it on as he looks at you with a mix of curiosity and confusion.

“What are you doing?” he asks softly, tilting his head.

“I want this saved too,” you reply with a mischievous smile, holding the camera in the air, above the both of you.

Before Viktor can react or say anything else, you lean towards him again on the bed, capturing his lips in a kiss filled with all the love you feel. This time, the kiss is more confident, more determined, as if you both know exactly what you mean to each other.

With the camera in one hand, you press the button, the click barely perceptible between the racing beat of your heart and the soft whisper of his breath against your lips.

When the kiss ends, you both stand there, foreheads together, sharing a soft laugh, as if the simple act of capturing that moment makes it even more special.

The photo joins the rest floating around the room, and you see the image: the two of you locked in a kiss, your hand holding the camera, his hair a little messy, and his face slightly tilted toward you, as if his entire world is contained in that instant.

“Perfect,” you say quietly, stroking your thumb along the edge of the camera before turning back to him.

Viktor looks at the photo, and though he doesn’t say anything, the soft smile on his face says it all. You grab the camera and add the image to the video, where that photo now sits as part of the collection. One more memory that encapsulates not only who you are, but what you mean to each other.

He looks at you once more, his golden eyes shining with something you could swear is pride. “I think this is my favorite memory so far,” he murmurs, taking your hand delicately, as if afraid the moment might fade away.

And in that instant, you know that no matter how much time passes, that photo—and this kiss—will always be unforgettable.

N/A: I'm sorry for the delay, my dog died and I didn't have the strength to do anything other than be in bed. I really hope you like it and it was what you expected.

[shortnotsweet]

This technically applies to my Stepmother AU in which Alicent is around six years older than Rhaenyra, and occupies a wicked stepmother role as opposed to ex ‘friends-to-first loves-to-enemies’. Despite lacking the foundation of shared girlhood, both find simultaneous comfort and rivalry in one another, and undergo a gravitational pull. A young Rhaenyra’s eagerness to participate in swordplay and political affairs at a young is accommodated for, and she grows up with a sword in one hand and the weight of experience in another, which further helps pave her way to the throne.

Alicent’s Costuming

Alicent’s clothing is almost entirely bottle, emerald, or forest green. While there is layering present in her skirts and jackets, the accent should always be a darker green than the base color. The fabric is deep, rich, and retains an undeniably high-quality luster. Look to velvets and silks. Gold embroidery lingers around her sleeves, neck, and hemline to elevate the coloring.

Metallic embellishments should be almost military-like, and appear heavy. Contribute to the imagery of chains or shackles in addition to her status

Draws inspiration from historically accurate stiffness and Victorian shapes, with a tapered waist, imposing, puffy sleeves, and a high neckline. Despite inaccuracies, this shape is evocative of someone elegantly and conservatively feminine, repressed, and capable of exerting power over others. Reference a classic, trussed hourglass shape. Skirts should be notably heavy and full; may make noise in movement

The coloring and shapes remain relatively consistent but lack variation; this is to demonstrate a lack of freedom and exploration, as well as an adherence to conventional feminine roles

Despite these limitations, her costuming should always be put-together, coordinated, and unquestionably fashionable. Tight sleeve cuffs may be accompanied by a more traditionally medieval fan sleeve

Shoes should stick mostly to slippers, or flat designs

In this AU, her hair leans more towards a dark brown instead of auburn, as her show counterpart. This is mostly due to faux-book accuracy and to simplify the sketch process, since keeping her hair darker in comparison to Rhaenyra’s lighter hair translates more easily in uncolored renderings.

Keep her hair either in a tidy bun or pulled back and loose; avoid too many intricate shapes, braids, or styles. Occasionally, the hair will hang loose. Lean into medieval or royal headpieces, clips, coverings, etc.

Rhaenyra’s Costuming

Rhaenyra’s clothes are primarily black and red, occasionally accented or substituted with neutrals such as beige, white, or gray. Exceptions may include blue or yellow, but she generally stays in this color palette.

Strong focus is drawn to her shoulders and neckline, sometimes with embroidered or embellished detailing. She often has strong, angular shoulders in her dresses or jackets, occasionally theatrically pointed. Off-the shoulder necklines emphasize her collarbones and a certain broadness.

There should be decent variety in her clothing; there is a hypothetical outfit for every occasion and more (for battle, for riding, everyday, formal, feasts, everyday, etc.), and most should be composed of multiple pieces and utilize generous layering. This includes under-fabric, belts and corsets, jackets and doublets, draped fabric for aesthetic purpose, and even functional capes.

Most of her clothes should provide visual aid for movement; additional fabric to her skirts, for example. Her clothes should be highly stylized but still easy to move in. In riding and battle gear, it is presumed that she wears pants and boots under her skirts, even if they are not visible.

Shoes lean more into boot cuts, still practical but should have a sleek and uniform quality to them. When she walks, she should make some kind of noise. Shoes should usually be black or potentially red, the latter for decorative purposes.

Overall her style should be more contemporary and lean into the fantasy element. She’s not opposed to oriental details or showing skin, and her costumes should reflect both couture-height drama and period-reliant aspects. Longer lines and diagonal hems mean she is not as devoted to an hourglass shape, and her high collars should always be decorative in some respect.

Keep her hair long and mostly loose, sometimes pulled back. Small braids should be implied as incorporated. Occasional hairstyles feature complicated braids. With the exception of highly decorative braided styles, simple buns should be avoided unless accompanied with very high necklines.

Avoid headpieces that are not either a) her crown or b) ceremonial.

[hijackalx]

Headcanon thingy, but who would the boys (Gale, Astarion, Wyll, and Gortash) react to seeing their lover trying on lingerie?

felt like testing my drabble skills so i added a lil something extra to them 😎💗 enjoy pookie!!

GN!reader

SLIGHT NSFW BELOW

GALE

likes when you surprise him with it. wear some under your clothes as a little treat for when he’s undressing you 😌✨

you look so good that it makes him trip over his words. he’s too busy ogling your body to pay attention to what he’s saying. will have him laughing like a nervous virgin 😹

LOVESSSSS garters. can’t keep his hands off of them. particularly loves the way your thighs strain beneath them when you’re on your knees

instantly wants to enchant the bottoms to make them vibrate and watch you get off like that (don’t ask if that’s actually possible my brain functions on horny not logic)

your outfit is inconspicuous, plain— perfect for covering up the lingerie hiding beneath. you wait patiently in his lap as he unwraps your silken robe, biting back a smirk.

he pauses to take in the sight of the lace hugging your skin, how it flows so delicately around your shape. he tuts, shooting you a familiar, frivolous grin. “feeling naughty tonight, are we?” just moments later, his hands move to rest on your bottoms, a seemingly harmless action that results in a soft buzz and a gasp. “i can work with that.”

ASTARION

insists on going with you to pick some out. follows you into every dressing room to “make sure it fits right” lol. so picky but mostly because he loves watching you try them on

his favorites are flowy/frilly types, like babydoll tops or satin robes. also LOVES stockings of any kind

makes you feel like an actual doll ✨🌸 repeatedly tells you how perfect you are and can’t keep his hands off you. will also try to get you flustered by whispering really dirty stuff about how you look into your ear

likes when you have fun with it and show off for him— be cheeky. do a little spin. bend over in front of him. be prepared for him to pinch or smack your ass though

he sits comfortably on the dressing room bench as you approach him. “how about this one?” you pull your bottom lip in playfully, placing your hands on his shoulders as he takes your body into his grasp.

“mm,” erupts from his throat, watching as his lithe fingers slip over and under the fabric sparsely covering your skin. “now, this one i like.” he places a slow and deliberate kiss to your exposed abdomen, his ruby gaze flitting up to meet yours; there’s an impish glint to them that tells you he doesn’t plan on waiting to have you any longer.

GORTASH

likes to make sketches of you wearing it. has so many drawings of you in compromising positions with it on. definitely keeps them for when he’s alone

loves corsets and bustiers because of how they emphasize your chest, especially in blacks and reds. crotchless panties also drive him INSANE

the sluttier you act while wearing it the better. don’t try to be modest (there’s honestly no reason to be anyway, he’s a freak fr 😹😹)

a sucker for fishnets. likes to take them off and use them to tie your wrists together. will also shove them in your mouth/gag you with them on occasion

his dark irises glance up from his work every so often to study your decorated figure; they follow the arch of your back, the heart shape of your ass, and linger on the exposed area between your thighs more often than not.

“lower,” he directs, and you immediately respond by deepening the angle of your back. he hums contently, scribbles some more, then adds, “spread your legs further.”

you comply once again, happy to flaunt your body under his gaze. the corner of your lip pulls upward, anticipating your reward for being such an obedient little muse.

WYLL

bust this out on your honeymoon and he gets SOOO flustered. i’m talking stuttering/looking away/rubbing his neck

his favorites on you are lacy teddies— especially in blues, purples, and whites. more traditionally sexy styles really get him going

lowkey so obsessed with how you look in it. the kind of thing that’s on his mind 24/7. almost always asking you to put it on for him at the end of the day with a little pout 😹💗

LOVES when you strip for him nice and slow, especially how you tease him by carefully revealing each skimpy garment beneath your clothes. a lapdance is also mandatory

you spot the anxiousness simmering beneath his lax surface— he longs to touch you, but you’d rather toy with him a little more.

prowling closer to where he sits, you slowly unbutton your blouse. with each maneuver of your fingers, you reveal the lingerie lying beneath, watching how his hungry, needy gaze fixates on it.

he inhales sharply as you straddle his lap and take his hand in yours. he lets you guide it over your ornamented body, his eyes heavy with desire as he mutters a low and raspy, “you’ll ruin me.”

[miscling]

I've been curious, does Miscling have rope preferences? Types of rope, tightness of ties, color, etc

sidenote: we've been thinking about tying it with ribbons. It is quite the gift

this is actually a really good question and it loves that it's been asked, because the answer does depend on a lot of factors like whether or not it's decorative or functional

like this thing had bondage as its first kink, from artistic photoshoots in black and white with natural coloured hemp and jute ropes. so there's a part of it that is absolutely desperate to recreate those pictures with itself tied, and is held back by the frankly stunning problem that it doesn't know anyone that is any good with rope who wants to tie it up. but natural fibres and soft ropes are the best for that sort of thing in its mind.

but for decorative ties, like the ones where it makes corsets and the like, feels like it needs to have colour just to distinguish the ropes and make pretty patterns, because if you're not making patterns what are you even doing?

but for functional ties, meant to restrain and hold, it doesn't care so much about tightness as it does security, and to be honest, tight is often not the best way to do bondage, especially if you want it to last a while. it much prefers locking the tension in a way that keeps the tie from being inescapable, but still allows for enough movement to keep nerves being pinched and bloodflow from being restricted.

and also, ribbons are amazing for bondage pics and you should absolutely tie it in ribbons because it is absolutely a gift you are right!

[luna-kipp-themothauthor]

My editor and I spend sooooo much time working on encorporating consequential feasibility into the worldbuilding of the novel, because both of us have such a strong biological science background that it feels too flat when the answer to anything is just "magic" without supporting lore or research, or characters having monster-like fantasy features without it being truly part of their existsnce. So, we want to showcase strengths and limitations routed in real biology to create a more unique worldbuilding and magic system.

This has led to so many really cool aspects of the characters and worldbuilding that I am creating, so I wanted to share some snippets of this with you guys:

The moth-type fae species:

Moths don't have bones, but humans do. So to create a humanoid moth fae species, I drew a fuck-ton of anatomy sketches and really thought through the movement and practicality. To be humanoid with wings, four arms, and actually able to fly, it would require some unique evolutionary adaptations that should be part of the characters.

Hollow and light bones similar to birds

Expansion of muscle groups on the shoulders and back, which would also mean muscle groups that would wrap forward around the ribs and down the spine, resulting in a more broad upper body than lower body.

Significantly more tendon attachments and small muscle groups to allow quick movement, including on the wing arches that would make them thicker than an average moths.

Wingspan of at least twice the height of the character in question

They couldn't be super hairy, because that would create too much drag. Fairies and elves are often depicted as hairless on their bodies, but since the moth aspect of them is important to keep the theme for, the fur would be heavy on the neck and shoulders and down the back between the wings to cushion the wing-beat friction against the skin, and on other parts of the body it would be more decorative and varied (like dense fuzzy diamond shaped patches on the chest, happy trail, top of feet, and back of hands) and since the fur on moths isn't sexually dimorphic, both sexes would have the same fuzzy features.

Even with all biological adaptations, this would not result in successful flying without the use of magic, so the species in question would have to utilize a form of air magic to support flight, or it would be extremely strenuous to do.

Now, let's look at that under a lens of limitations and differences in the world that a character of this species would encounter:

The wings are fucking HUGE. It would mean they would have to be very careful to avoid breaking things. Things in their homes and environment would have to be significantly bigger to support comfortable movement. No clutter, very large beds, furniture made larger and with no sharp corners, chairs that would need armrest cutouts or low backs, objects that would need to be weighted heavily to avoid getting knocked over.

Clothing would have to be backless, resulting in design choices being different to allow functionality while keeping high fashion. corsets would have to be lower-waist only, pants would sit lower on the waistline below the bottom of the wing attachments, since there are back cutouts or backless tops the front of the outfit would often feature high collars to offset the overall look and hold the clothing in place properly during movement and dancing.

Due to the large wings, it would be customary to fold in their wings when in crowded places to avoid being rude and hiting others.

The wings and body fur would face weaknesses like being difficult to move when soaked with water, and would be highly susceptible to fire as a weakness.

Not being able to use fire without risking getting burned badly from any accidents would mean the society would have to utilize other methods of cooking without open flame, or their entire diet would change.

Light bones and bodies mean more fragile bodies, and lighter weapons would be necessary for quick movements and to support a different fighting style.

Utilization of air magic would be critical to normal function. Not having magic would mean unable to move effectively when wings become a massive heavy disadvantage if you can't use them. It wouldn't just be a "hehe wow wind powers to fight with!" type of thing, it would be so ingrained in their lives for daily function.

Moths can't regrow their wings, so a loss of wings would be permanent. They would have to be thicker and highly vascularized to avoid constant damage, but even small injuries to wings would bleed A LOT.

[apilgrimpassingby]

One of my projects (on hold currently) is designing the Kingdom of Anchorage and Kodiak, an Alaskan kingdom in a post-apocalyptic/dystopian world, ruled by a Native American Orthodox dynasty. I've already consulted @rebelnurse for designing the hunting rifle of the founder figure, Queen Abigail. I've also designed an outfit worn by her, which I'm submitting to my female followers for their opinions - I especially want to hear from @melisssg99, @miss-rogers-all-american, @cactusflowerfemme, @roses-red-and-pink and @femme-et-traditionnelle but I'd like to hear from any of my female followers (or just women and girls reading this post).

The base layer is a chemise, and above that is a corset (not tightlaced) and pouches tied to the side that are accessed through slits in the skirt and function as pockets (this is how pockets were made historically). Above that is another undershirt and a petticoat, and then the dress proper - made out of matching skirt and jacket in a medium shade of pink. The skirt hem and sleeve edges are decorated with bead patterns of purple saxifrage, the neck is decorated with lace and the waist with snow goose feathers. The hair is held in a bun at the back with a hairnet, and covered with a light pink flower-patterned silk scarf. Completing it are a pink bowler hat, a pair of wrist-length white silk gloves and a string of pearls.

So, my female followers, your opinion?

[kpop-stories-21]

Fantasy section | His Beloved Beauty

Group: ATEEZ

Pairing: Yeosang x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2k

Rating: 18-21+

Genres, Tropes and AUs: Non-Idol AU, Faerie AU, Dark Fae, Light Fae, Smut, Arranged Marriage

Content & Trigger Warnings: Dark Fae Prince! Yeosang, Light Fae Princess!Reader, two dicks, saliva as an aphrodisiac, first time, multiple rounds, unprotected sex(wrap that shit up kids), multiple orgasms, loss of virginity

Summary: Your marriage to Yeosang has brought peace between the Fae clans, but you can't help feeling worried when it comes time to spend the night with your new husband.

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Event Masterlist || Main Masterlist

As you rose to your feet and pocketed the peridot-inlaid key from the Adventure section, you started to feel guilty for snapping at Seonghwa the way you did. The man had been nothing but kind to you, and this was how you repaid him? You decided that you would apologize when you came to him with all the keys, and hoped he would accept your remorse.

Time for the last one. Be strong, you can do this! You told yourself sternly as you entered the section.

Standing in front of the glowing book you took a deep, calming breath and opened it.

You stood in front of the black-trimmed mirror in your bedchambers, watching your new handmaidens go over your wedding gown to ensure that everything fitted as it was supposed to. 

Not for the first time you wished that it was an ordinary wedding, that you were not in this position right now. But you were, and it was all thanks to your father.

The Light and Dark Fae had been at war for countless centuries, until the current King of the Light Fae managed to come to terms with the King of the Dark Fae and a peace was brokered. Being the eldest princess of the Light Fae, you were offered in marriage to Crown Prince Yeosang of the Dark Fae as a way of sealing the peace and uniting the Fae. 

The Dark Fae were frightening in general, but you had heard terrible rumours about your betrothed and begged your father repeatedly not to go through with the marriage. He, however, was adamant and now here you were: about to be wed to a man who terrified you beyond belief. 

To make matters worse, the traditional wedding gown of the Light Fae had been forgone in favor of something that paid homage to the union of Light and Dark. The gown was mostly white; with the bell sleeves, layered skirt, and functioning corset-style back common to the wedding gowns of the nobility. The differences in your gown were the black roses and ribbons that decorated the top layer of the skirt and bell portion of the sleeves, the onyx brooch at the top of the white lace bodice, bands of black lace around the tight upper section of the sleeves, black lace at the edges of the corset, and black ribbons in the corset.

It felt sacrilegious, almost, to wear a design other than the one that had been deemed most appropriate by your forefathers. Unadorned gowns meant most eyes would be on the ceremony, not the bride's appearance. But then, these were the same forefathers who said peace with the Dark Fae was not possible, so maybe they hadn't gotten everything right. 

You had no idea what Yeosang looked like, only having heard that he was extremely attractive and garnered attention from all the females. You had also heard that he had an awful temper and lashed out over the smallest matters, and that he had trouble keeping his magick under control. Dark Magick was scary enough when wielded with total control, so the thought of what might happen when it was out of control scared you even more. 

A knock sounded on your bedroom door just as the handmaidens finished going over your gown. One of them went to open the door and revealed your older brother, Crown Prince Yuta. 

He smiled at you and you returned it, but you couldn't help the little twinge of envy in your heart. At least he would get to marry a Light Fae and stay in the castle where he'd grown up. Still you would always love him no matter what, especially since he'd become more like a best friend than a brother over the last few years. 

"How are you holding up, sis?" He asked, coming to sit on the big black bed behind you. 

"As well as can be expected." You replied, gently pressing your hands against your skirt in an effort to calm their shaking. 

Yuta sighed. "The little ones said to tell you they'll miss their favorite playmate." 

You smiled softly upon hearing the message from your younger siblings. You would most certainly miss playing with them, as they all had vivid imaginations and could come up with some interesting scenarios.  

"Tell them I'll miss them more." 

Yuta chuckled, then eyed you seriously. "Are you sure about this? You know there are laws you can invoke to stop the marriage." 

You nodded. "Yes, I know. But I'd much rather it be me than one of the younger girls. At least this way they can all marry Light nobles and stay in their home nation." 

At the end of the day you couldn't really be mad at anyone for this series of events. Peace was desperately needed, otherwise the two sides might battle each other to extinction. You would marry Yeosang a thousand times over if it meant ensuring that there would be an end to the senseless killings. 

The appearance of a handmaiden at the doorway drew your attention. "The ceremony is about to start, Your Majesty. I'm to take you to where you're supposed to be." Yuta stood and exited the room with a small wave. Once he was out of sight, you allowed the handmaiden to lead you through the castle to the Grand Hall where the ceremony would take place. 

As soon as you entered the room everyone stood, all eyes on you as you slowly approached the altar. Looking up, you felt your face heat as you got your first look at Yeosang. 

He was gorgeous, skin smooth and sunkissed. His shoulder-length ebony hair was slicked back, save for a few strands that dangled into the fiery silver of his eyes. His all-black attire consisted of a black shirt with open shoulders and loose, flowing chiffon sleeves that hung down over his hands. A black choker hugged his neck and a corset wrapped around his waist accentuated his slim figure. His black dress pants were crisp and wrinkle free, with a black chiffon sash encircling his hips. 

For the first time ever you found yourself hoping that the rumours about him weren't true, because how could someone so beautiful be so terrible?

The ceremony passed in a bit of a blur, and before you knew it a crown of white diamonds with black diamond accents was placed upon your head. A similar crown of black diamonds with white accents was given to Yeosang, and then he was kissing you. His lips were soft against yours, the kiss gentle and sweet. 

The celebration that followed was long and tiresome, and by the time your handmaidens whisked you away you were more than ready for bed. Unfortunately, sleep could not come just yet, because this was your wedding night and you were expected to consummate your bond with Yeosang. 

You were dressed in a white silken nightgown with black roses going up the front of the skirt, as well as all over the train. The front and back of the bodice had black ribbons laced in a corset-like pattern, and a curling pattern of black embroidery covered the bosom. Similar to your wedding gown, the dress had long bell sleeves edged in black, with bands of black lace around the tighter part. A detachable hood, also edged with black lace, completed the ensemble.

Upon walking into the bedroom you would share with your new husband, you found him dressed in an flowing black silk robe with elegant gold patterns on the wide sleeves. He wore something of an awed expression as he looked you over, and you felt your skin grow a little warmer from the attention. 

"Skies and stars, Y/N, you are breathtaking. I must be the luckiest Fae in the world to be married to a goddess like you." 

You blushed. "Th-Thank you." 

Yeosang laughed softly and slowly walked towards you, a strong aroma of sandalwood flooding your senses as he did so. 

His hands came up to rest on your shoulders and you looked up, getting lost in the smouldering embers of those silver eyes. 

"Will you come to bed with me, my dear wife?" 

You nodded nervously and allowed him to lead you over to the edge of the bed. 

"May I kiss you?" He asked sweetly. 

You nodded and his lips met yours once more. As he deepened the kiss the two of you fell back onto the ebony duvet. Breaking the kiss, Yeosang slowly slid the skirt of your dress up to your waist and began trailing kisses up your thighs. Stopping just short of your mound, he looked up at you seriously. 

"If anything feels uncomfortable, tell me immediately." 

"Okay."

He smirked and leaned back down, tongue slipping inside your wet heat. You let out a squeal of surprise at how cold his tongue was, but it warmed up quickly and you began to let out soft moans as your walls relaxed. 

After a bit he added a finger in beside his tongue and the pleasure doubled. You felt heat gathering in your stomach and tried to warn Yeosang, but didn't exactly know what you were warning him of. 

Apparently Yeosang knew what was happening, because he started moving his finger faster until the heat in your stomach exploded, ripping an almost-scream from you. 

"Mmm, you look so divine laid out like this baby. Think you can cum for me again?" 

You nodded, feeling suddenly needy for everything he could give you. 

"What-Why do I feel so good?" You ask him, only slightly concerned. 

Yeosang chuckled. "My saliva is a natural aphrodisiac, it makes you feel really good." 

Sliding in two more fingers, he began stretching you out in preparation for what was to come. In the process you ended up cumming a second time, much to Yeosang's delight. When you were relaxed enough to take four fingers easily, he deemed you ready enough and began to disrobe. 

You felt your eyes go wide at the sight of not one but two dicks, both of them very thick and leaking precum. There's no way they'll fit! You thought to yourself. You decided to trust Yeosang since he'd been gentle with you so far.

The first press of them against your folds had you shaking with anticipation. Then they pushed inside inch by inch, and before you knew it he was bottoming out. You felt so full you thought you might actually explode, but it felt so good at the same time. 

He began moving slowly at first, letting you adjust to the stretch before gradually picking up his pace until he was pounding into you. Every thrust reached deep within you, hitting spots you didn't even know existed. 

By the time your third orgasm came over you, you were sobbing in pure ecstasy and seeing stars, barely able to hold yourself upright. 

"Cum for me baby." He murmured, wrapping an arm around your waist to hold you in place.  "Get your sweet juices all over my dicks." 

You screamed his name on repeat as your whole body shook from the force of your high, walls clamping tight around his members. 

"Ah, fuck, baby girl. Gonna cum if you keep squeezing me like that." 

His movements began to stutter and then he slammed into you one last time, teeth biting into your shoulder as he spilled his load inside you. 

Once both of you had calmed down Yeosang cleaned you up and climbed under the duvet, pulling your bare body flush against him as he pressed a kiss to the back of your head. 

"You did so good for me, baby." He said, a smile in his words. 

"Take this for now, and come see me again soon." 

Something metal crossed your palm and everything faded to white. 

You weren't sure how long you had been roaming the Library, looking for your missing Fae husband, when a split-second of clarity had you stopping in your tracks as you fully returned to yourself. 

Frightened at how deep you'd gone this time, you ran your fingers over the silvery-white key with black opals decorating its surface before putting it with the others in your pockets and heading for the front desk. It was time to face Seonghwa so you could claim the treasure and get the hell out of this place. 

[redstairs]

Your OC and lingerie

I was tagged by @ronavorona16 , thank you so much!

Unfortunately this post will probably not contain much inspiration, since, well, Tavia is everything but a lingerie person (sorry Heinrix).

Tavia understands clothes as a mask. If the function requires it, she will wear something formal and embodying power, like the image below but with more decorations. As an unlucky pyromancer, she has scars over both arms, part of her chest and legs, so she covers them up.

When not wearing something formal, she has to be able to move in it, so anything that restricts movement doesn't get worn.

In the same way, underwear is just plain and practical, she really doesn't care as long as nobody is going to see it.

Later, as her relationship develops she does start to wear more feminine things, nothing too crazy, but something like the image below could be her thing.

However, if it itches, snaps out of place, or restricts movement, it's out. Anything more complex or revealing would only be worn if it was Heinrix' thing, and I'm not sure where I would pin him on this. Most guys love a bit of spicy underwear but not every one of them is into the whole corset, stockings, thigh-high thing and then some like to keep stuff as natural as possible, bush and all.

Ahem. Back to clothes.

Nightwear, in keeping with the aforementioned, is also covering. At first it's whatever she can crash in, but later she starts favouring long, romantic night gowns.

Feel free to participate if you see this, and personally I'm curious about @redbatchedcumbermayned , @gingerfan24 , @fourraccoonsinacoat , @maggotknight , @skolas-a , @theevilscribbler and @cocoetoile

[ur-boyfiend]

okay okay i'm gonna be a fashion autistic for a moment here.

adding my og tags for reference:

#his top is stressing me the FUCK out like what the hell#WHY IS THERE A ZIPPER IN THE BACK ???#THERE'S LITERALLY LACING ON THE FRONT LIKE#IS THAT JUST DECORATIONAL ???#WHY WOULD THAT NOT BE FUNCTIONAL PLEASE GOD#ESP BCS THE ZIPPER LOOKS DUMB AS FUCK#whoever designed that is making me wanna cry#like. what was the decision making process here.#or did they just decide to fuck around n find out#please god help me

definitely did not get distracted by his abs while i was looking at the lacing- anyways like ,,, there's six eyelets for the lacing and you're telling me that instead of deciding to just make it so you take the lacing out and then redo it they decided to add a fucking zipper ??? like the way the lacing is done in the photo looks awkward as fuck but if you did it simply then it wouldn't be a horrible way of designing it. or even like , corset kinda lacing and you just loosen it enough to put it on over your head ?? literally anything would've been better than that fucking zipper as far as i'm concerned. it looks fucking dumb and zippers are a pain in the ass to sew anyways. (though that whole thing looks like it was a pain in the ass tbh). plus if it was laced up in front it'd be easier for someone to put on by themselves , shit with zippers on the back are a fucking contortion nightmare- speaking as someone who's had to zip up his own dresses before.

[leathercave]

The Ultimate Guide to Leather Armor: History, Craftsmanship, and Modern Use

Introduction

Leather armor has been a staple in warfare, role-playing, and historical reenactments for centuries. Whether used for protection in medieval battles, LARPing, or cosplay, leather armor blends functionality, durability, and aesthetic appeal. In this guide, we’ll explore the history, craftsmanship, benefits, and modern uses of leather armor.

1. The History of Leather Armor

Leather armor dates back to ancient civilizations, including the Egyptians, Romans, and Vikings. Before the advent of metal plate armor, warriors relied on hardened leather cuirasses, greaves, and bracers for protection.

Ancient Times: Early warriors boiled leather in wax or oil to create hardened surfaces for protection against arrows and sword strikes.

Medieval Era: Leather was often combined with chainmail to improve flexibility while keeping fighters agile on the battlefield.

Renaissance & Beyond: Leather armor became more decorative, used by mercenaries, hunters, and explorers, and later adapted for theatrical performances and reenactments.

2. Crafting Leather Armor: Materials & Techniques

The process of making leather armor involves selecting the right materials, treating the leather, and shaping it to fit the wearer.

A. Types of Leather Used in Armor

Full-Grain Leather – The strongest and most durable type, perfect for armor.

Top-Grain Leather – Slightly softer but still highly resilient.

Veg-Tanned Leather – Commonly used for armor due to its ability to be hardened and molded.

B. Hardening Techniques

Boiling Method: Submerging the leather in hot wax or water to create a rigid form.

Cuir Bouilli (Boiled Leather): A traditional technique that makes leather tough yet flexible.

Layering & Stitching: Multiple layers of leather provide added protection, similar to medieval gambesons.

3. Benefits of Leather Armor

Leather armor offers a unique combination of mobility, durability, and aesthetic appeal, making it a popular choice in historical reenactments, LARP, and fantasy settings.

Lightweight: Unlike steel armor, leather is easy to wear for extended periods.

Flexible: Allows greater movement in combat, making it ideal for archers and scouts.

Customizable: Leather can be dyed, carved, or embossed with patterns to create personalized designs.

Breathable: Unlike metal, leather allows air to circulate, reducing overheating during use.

4. Modern Uses of Leather Armor

Leather armor is widely used today in LARP, cosplay, Renaissance fairs, and medieval combat sports. It’s also featured in fantasy films, video games, and historical dramas, adding to its timeless appeal.

A. LARP & Cosplay

Fantasy enthusiasts wear handmade leather armor sets for live-action role-playing events and conventions.

Characters from Dungeons & Dragons, The Witcher, and Game of Thrones inspire many leather armor designs.

B. Medieval Reenactments & Combat Sports

Historical reenactors use authentic leather armor to recreate battles.

Buhurt and HEMA (Historical European Martial Arts) often incorporate leather elements in their gear.

C. Fashion & Everyday Wear

Leather armor-inspired designs are now seen in Gothic, Viking, and Steampunk fashion.

Custom leather jackets, vests, and corsets borrow elements from medieval armor.

5. How to Choose the Right Leather Armor

When buying or commissioning leather armor, consider the following:

Purpose: Are you using it for combat, LARP, or display?

Fit & Comfort: Proper measurements ensure mobility without sacrificing protection.

Material & Craftsmanship: Look for genuine leather and handmade designs for authenticity.

Customization: Opt for embossing, tooling, or dyeing to make your armor unique.

Conclusion

Leather armor remains a timeless piece of history, craftsmanship, and fantasy culture. Whether you're a LARP warrior, cosplayer, or historical reenactor, investing in high-quality leather armor enhances both style and functionality.

Are you looking for handmade, custom leather armor? Explore our collection at [Your Brand Name] for expertly crafted designs!

What’s your favorite type of leather armor? Let us know in the comments!

[silvershandiin]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: SO | bustier bodice dress.

[southern-fried-simpin]

Taking some of the Gotham Boys to Spirit Halloween 🎃 | Headcanons

A/N: Saturday was the official start of Spooky Season™ (I mean it actually starts in August but yeah) so I had to make something to commemorate it 🎃Also I apologize that these are so short 😭

Warnings:Jerome, some nsfw implications here

Jerome Valeska

Um…why are you guys here? He doesn’t need a costume, he’s literally terrifying all by himself!

Oh, you wanted a costume? Can he help pick it out please please please?!

He’s taking you to the section with the corsets and tutus Surprise,surprise 🤡

“Babe, look I found the perfect costume for you!” “Jerome that’s literally just a pair of spandex shorts and a studded bra…” “Exactly!” “Okay but what would I be in this?”

He said you’d be his 🤡

Jervis Tetch

He has 3 different Alice costumes picked out for you within 5 minutes of walking in the door

None of them are particularly risqué but still very cute however, you love seeing him flustered, so you naturally go to find a “sexy” Alice costume

Success! You found it and Jervis’ eyes are as wide as saucers and he is blushing profusely

The poor man nearly dropped the costumes he was holding

“Um…d-dear, wouldn’t you rather wear something maybe a bit…longer to our tea party?” “Aw, but this one’s so cute! And look at these striped thigh highs I found, they’d look perfect with it!” GULP

Oh no, he can’t say no to you! Especially when he’s imagining you in that!

“W-well, perhaps we could get this one for just you and I and another one for our tea party with the other guests…” “I like that idea, just let me see if it fits before we checkout!” “No! …you can try it on once we’re home and if it doesn’t fit, we’ll simply bring it back! “

Well, it was a short trip but it was fun, nonetheless

But the real fun starts when y’all get home 🥴

Jonathan Crane

Could he interest you in a scarecrow costume?

Never mind, all of them are either too cute or too…vivacious….

He likes the animatronics and the decorations though

Oh but what’s this? You found some stuff you could throw together to make a spooky scarecrow costume to match with him?

Has he told you he loves you today?

Can and will go back later with toxin and rob the store for decor and novelties you both like

Edward Nygma

Oh boy oh boy oh boy! He has so many ideas for you two!

Ooh what about Frankenstein and his monster? Or Dracula and Mina Harker? GASP! WHAT ABOUT PERSEPHONE AND HADES?!

Ah dammit but there’s no hades costume other than the Disney version

Time to scrounge for supplies!

Okay you’ve both successfully found some cool things to throw together, time to see what you got before checking out!

He had to get a generic black robe but you managed to find a goddess costume that could pass for Persephone

And oh boy he’s blushing…are you sure you want to wear something with such a high slit up the leg to the Halloween party at the gcpd?

“Oh Eddie come on, don’t you want to show me off in front of all those jerks from the bull pen? Maybe get them to shut up for once?” “Well…when you put it that way…yes I think I would!”

Now he can’t wait to see you in your costume 😉

Costumes? No offense, y/n, but you and him are probably a little old for trick or treating.

You have to remind him that there’s a Halloween party at his work and suddenly he’s all giddy and ready to go

Ooh how about he dresses as a police officer and you be his little jail bird?

You could get some handcuffs, maybe one of those adorable totally not slutty striped outfits and…Aw whaddya mean that’s not appropriate for a work function?!

Hm…well now that he thinks about it, maybe the entire gcpd seeing you in a spandex romper and handcuffs isn’t the best idea

He’s willing to compromise and get the striped dress

But you best believe this man bought that romper for some alone time with you

[ooops-i-arted]

I just saw Dungeons and Dragons: Honor Among Thieves and I LOVED IT (fun and unique characters with motivations, goals and development! a story about the characters in the movie instead of setting up three new spinoffs! Easter eggs that were actually proper Easter eggs that enhanced things for a viewer in the know instead of plot points you need three other shows to understand but are referred to as Easter eggs anyway!) and what I loved most was HOLGA KILGORE. Barbarian is my fave class to play and also I love potatoes. I want to cosplay her.

Obviously that is gonna take a LOT more research and I haven't decided what level of screen accuracy I'm aiming for but here's what I noticed just from my first viewing and some promo images in case any other cosplayers could use the info:

Costume seems to be sleeveless undershirt, corset, chest armor that includes shoulder pieces, gauntlets, belt with attached hip pieces and long tie that hangs down, pants, and boots.

Holga takes her chest armor off at one point and you can see the undershirt is a rather roughspun fabric (linen?) with no hemming. V-shape neckline that hides under the chest piece. It tucks into the corset. The sleeve line does not extend under the shoulder pieces.

Corset goes under waistline of pants. It has a slanted what's the word... you know where it would open? But it's fastened, not laced. Not sure about any back lacing.

Chest armor is ribbed but I don't see stitching, so it doesn't look like something that could be replicated by putting piping under fabric/pleather and stitching it down unless you didn't care about visible seams. There is lacing under the armpits. The back has an attached holster for her greataxe. Fastenings are possibly hidden under the metal plate in front over her cleavage. The plate appears to be fastened on by buckles so it could be that's the actual fastening for the chest piece as well. There are studs lining the edge of the arm holes and bottom and iirc the neckline too. Fur pokes out around the bottom and iirc the armholes too.

Gauntlets may be two pieces? They strap around her lower arms and are lined with fur and there is also an elbow piece. I can't remember if that's fur-lined too.

Not sure how tall the boots are, but they seem to be the "slouchy" kind. They blend in with the pants a lot so it's hard to tell.

The belt has some kind of diamond decorative pattern, possibly metal studs. There is a rope-like material used as a tie (not sure if decorative or functional) and the front pieces hang down very low, past her knees. There are two hip pieces, rectangular, made of overlapping pieces of leather with fur lining.

There is also a V-shaped belt visible but it's unclear if it's a separate belt, the waistband of the pants, or a bottom piece of the corset.

I would love to carry a bag of potatoes as an accessory and hand them out at the next con I go to or something lol. Assuming that's within con rules. She has a large rectangular plain brown bag with I think a flap top.

These are all from memory, so take with a grain of salt. I'm hoping to do more research into the costume and hopefully actually make it!! We'll see how long my fixation lasts but oh I did so really love this movie.

[chrystalwynd]

Everybody Comes to the Black Hole

I don’t write a lot of sci-fi (or any, really. This is my first), but I like this setting and may use it again in the future. Sci-fi readers’ opinions appreciated here.

Everybody Comes to the Black Hole

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                “Mmmmmm, look at you. Why don’t you come inside for a drink?”

                She was a six-and-a-half-foot blue-haired beauty, with fingernails and toenails to match. Her breasts made all kinds of threats about bursting out of the leather corset that was straining to contain them, while the rounded cheeks of her ass moved like two bubble hovers trying to pass each other in a tight race. Her lips made promises her eyes had no intention of keeping, but her hips made promises that made the risk worth it. She was a three-dimensional wet dream.

                “Don’t go away,” pouted the blue hair bird. “I’ll miss you.”

                “I’m sure you’ll find a way to work through the pain,” I said, pulling out a vita-cig and lighting it. I blew a stream of smoke through the hologram.

                A figure moved next to me, setting off Blue Hair’s automated offer of a drink. A skinny berk stood there, looking like a rodent on the back nine of a bender. I’d known he was there even before Blue Hair told me, but he didn’t need to know that. Being a mindwire was my own business and none of his.

                “Waller,” I said. “What’s the chant?”

                “’Ello, Gar,” said the rodent, without moving his lips. A neat trick. “Tonight at the Black Hole. 2200 digital. Bring cash.”

                “Bring what?”

                “Cash, guv. Old Earth slang for money.”

                “I see. You’re a man of the stars, Waller.”

                “Shite, cutter. Just a berk trying to make enough shiny to get off this hunk of metal, savvy? Now how ‘bout providin’ some bounty, yeah?”

                “Don’t be a tentacle’s ass, Waller. Half now, half if the meetin’ goes well.”

                “I can’t be held vertical for a meeting that goes horizontal, Gar.”

                “Relax, Waller. Just blowing your airlock. Mostly, anyway. Half now, half after they show.”

                “It’s a fair pop.”

                I worked my wrist tech-band for a few seconds. Waller’s band beeped in reply.

                “There you go, Waller. Stay off the meteor dust and you’ll be off Port Kepler in no time.”

                “Shite, cutter. Dust the only t’ing makes this rig bearable.”

                I had nothing to say to that, so I nodded and Waller went on his way.

                I started up the strip of shops and services that made up Port Kepler. The creaky space port had been circling Kepler B for so long, few people even knew it’s launch year. Everybody could, however, tell you to the day how long they’d been stuck here. There were far more berks than jobs and saving money to get that off-port ticket was every port resident’s dream.

                But that was irrelevant at this moment. Tonight I was going to get something that would make my stay a little more tolerable as well.

*****

                At 2100 digital I walked into the Black Hole.

                The décor wasn’t, strictly speaking, a reflection of its name. While some sections were certainly darker than others- intentionally so- a colorfully bland motif was vaguely evident. But the effect was pale and the effort fell flat, and everybody knew the decorations were secondary to function.

                Drinks and business. Anything else was comet-tail. A wretched hive of scum and villainy, to be sure, but whatever you needed could be found here. For a price.

                I glanced around, doing a whom’s-who, then moved toward a table of figures donning brown hooded robes. The typical cutter couldn’t tell which was who, but I wasn’t a conventional.

                A hood turned in my direction. “Bright night to you, neighbor. Do you seek a higher plane?”

                “Bright night to you, brother abbot,” I said politely. The sensate monks were no one to screw with. “I seek a verbal with Brother Ivan about a previously placed order.”

                The monk stared for a moment as I waited. Sensate monks were the source of the best narcotic chems on the station, but they were so formal and conservative that they barely believed in starlight. Getting saucy with ‘em didn’t score credits, either.

                One of the monks stood, ending the suspense. I’d already known Ivan was there, but the abbot at the table didn’t need to know that.

                Ivan and I wandered away from the table, moving into one of the darker corners of the bar.

                “Bright night to you, Gar,” said Ivan. “Did my last delivery meet expectations?”

                “As advertised, my friend,” I said. “It kept me awake for 2 cycles, as you promised. I needed every minute.”

                “Marwake is a potent stimulant, neighbor, and it does so with few side effects.”

                “What side effects? I didn’t notice any.”

                “That’s because you used it as instructed,” said Ivan. “There are those who use it to stay away a week or longer. That never goes well.”

                “Oh?”

                “Hallucinations are the typical result,” he said, “typically followed by a further breakdown of faculties. For the first week, anyway. After that-“

                I held up my hand. “Apologies, brother, but I have no digital for this. My clock is short tonight.”

                “As you will, neighbor. How may I serve?”

                “Street chant suggests you have a new product I might be interested in.”

                Since he was wearing a hood, I couldn’t see his expression, but he somehow managed to convey surprise.

*****

                That business concluded, I moved further inside the Black Hole. I soon came to a table with an attractive redhead. She wore loose-fitting leather pants and a sleeveless top that showed off her muscular shoulders and arms. Attractive women sitting by themselves in the Black Hole were usually automatic targets, but not this one. Everybody knew better than to test their luck with Vette. She was a merc and believed it was better to be good than lucky. The ones trying to get lucky with Vette usually found themselves at the med-unit.

                I gave her a nod. “Evenin’, Vette. What’s the chant?”

                She lifted a glass at me. “Hey, Gar. Just walkin’ and talkin’.”

                She hadn’t thrown anything at me or suggested I self-procreate. Professional courtesy.

                Vette used her glass to indicate the empty chair at her table. I sat down.

                “I think,” she said, “that I’m going to get me some of Catamon’s thrall tonight.”

                “The new one?” I said, suddenly interested but speaking casual.

                Vette took a swallow of her drink. “Yep. No one’s tapped that yet. She’s good and Catamon’s getting cocky. Think I’m gonna get a piece of that and a stack of credits as well.”

                “Be careful,” I said. “Street chant says this one likes to leave her mark on conquests. She doesn’t just win, she embarrasses her conquests.”

                “Aww, your concern is touching. You jealous?”

                “Sure,” I said. “I’ve been there.”

                “Watch it, gonk,” she said, though without real heat. “You just got lucky with that royal flush. I’ll admit you weren’t bad, though. For a man.”

                I felt like I was tiptoeing through a minefield. “Props to you for honoring the marker. Figured you to tell me to self-procreate.”

                She took a swallow, then grinned. “Thought crossed my mind. But I ain’t javascripted that way. Word’s gotta count for something. Don’t get over yourself, though. You were good, but nothin’ to drop the ladies for.”

                Vette finished her drink, then slammed both hands on the table and stood. “All right, time to delta. Gonna bang me some thrall.”

*****

                Catamon smiled as Vette approached his table.

                He was a large man, well over six feet, with green skin so dark it was bordered on emerald. Dressed in gold and silver robes, his presence radiated beyond the table. He was covered in gold and jewels. That wasn’t what made his wealth obvious, however. The true sign of his position was the woman sitting next to him.

                Catamon was a Taur from Tau Ceti-D. An ability specific to Taurs was being able to claim and bond with Taurettes. This bond turned the Taurette into a thrall completely under the control of the Taur. By all accounts it was a very intimate, powerful, erotic state. The Taur could claim only one thrall and it wasn’t always voluntary. The Taur controlled all aspects of the thrall at that point. But the bond between them was powerful and they could amplify each other in ways that were still unknown to non-Taurs.

                Catamon looked up as Vette approached. A large bowl sat in front of him, with piles of credits stacked within. When he spoke, his voice was a deep baritone.

                “You bring honor to my table, Vette,” said Catamon, “and a certain level of erotic ability. Your last visit left my poor Wenni exhausted. She was days recovering from servicing you.”

                Vette smiled. “What can I say? I work hard, I play hard. Now how ‘bout you screamsheet the stats on your new joytoy?”

                Catamon smiled. “Were we on my world, Vette, referencing my vassal in such a matter would result in a challenge that would leave you with a collar on your neck, a true joytoy on my chain, servicing me as I wish.”

                Vette shrugged. “You mean you’d try to put a collar on me. But that’s no bones here, ‘cuz we’re not on your world. Just give me the figure so I can get busy putting your girl to work.”

                Catamon nodded. “Very well. Xarissa, stand.”

                At his words, the woman next to him stood. Thralls from Tau Ceti were typically blue or green skinned. On rare occasions, red or orange skinned vassals might be seen. On extremely rare occasions, a white albino skinned thrall might be seen, although it had been years since one was seen here on Port Kepler. In this case, however, Xarissa was a black skinned thrall.

Not just black-skinned, actually. Her skin was so black that it verged on ebony. Her stark white hair was long and hung down to her exotically rounded ebony bottom. Her impossible curves were so erotically charged that her sensuality radiated beyond the table to the surrounding patrons.

Vette took out a number of credits and dropped them in the bowl. Catamon nodded and then spoke again in that deep baritone.

“For the benefit of all observers,” he said, “what is happening is that this young lady Vette has just made a wager on her ability to overwhelm my thrall Xarissa. What will happen is this. I will open a psionic connection between them. They will then psionically battle each other. Whichever one is victorious will then have control of the loser for approximately three hours. And should Vette win, she will also receive back her bet and an equal amount from me. Meaning that if Vette is victor, she will win both money and have the use of my thrall for the next three hours. Should she lose, however, Xarissa will have control of her for the next three hours.”

Catamon turned to Vette then. “I wish you no ill, of course, but that will prove most interesting. Most recently my Xarissa has taken to piercing the nipples of her female conquests with Taurian steel.”

Ouch. Taurian steel was the diamond of metals. There was no known way of cutting through it without travelling to Tau Ceti. It was essentially a permanent piercing.

Vette nodded her understanding. Her confidence was impressive.

They faced each other across the table. Catamon said, “I’m opening the connection…

…now.”

A small crowd had gathered now. That happened often here at the Black Hole and it was usually due to games of chance. This was no different.

For long seconds, nothing seemed to happen. Vette and Xarissa stared at each other, neither blinking. Vette right eyelid flickered and there was a murmur amongst the crowd. One of Xarissa’s bare shoulders moved then, jerking up.

Sweat was breaking out on Vette’s forehead now, but she showed almost no other sign of difficulty. Xarissa appeared to be almost relaxed.

I pulled my glance away from the tension of the table and took a viddy at Catamon. Suddenly I knew what he was doing.

Vette’s face still remained calm. Too calm. And then I knew why. She had lost.

Xarissa smiled and crooked her finger at Vette. Vette walked around the table and stood in front of the collared Xarissa.

“Be a good girl,” said Xarissa in a throaty voice, “and take off your top.”

And just like that, Vette was topless at the Black Hole.

Xarissa began kissing Vette then, running her hands over Vette’s body as if she owned it. And she did. And when she pushed Vette to her knees and told the redhead to lick her pussy, the crowd cheered.

I could have intervened sooner, most like, but I opted not to. I wanted Xarissa hot for the next act, so I chose to let the scene play out. Besides, while Vette may have preferred the top position, being the down for an exotic beauty like Xarissa wasn’t the worst thing.

The crowd had cheered itself hoarse by the time Xarissa lifted the enthralled Vette to her feet, using only her finger under the redhead’s chin. Vette’s nipples were rigid at this point and I suddenly intuited what was about to happen. The thrall was about to pierce Vette’s nipples.

“Before you go that route,” I said, “perhaps we could have a bit of verbal?”

Catamon rumbled. “You’ll verbal with me, Gar, and none other.”

“Fair enough,” I said. “This is such a fine digital that I’m inspired to throw my helmet in the quad. Before you let your joytoy javascript Vette’s nipples for perm, perhaps we could match first? I’ll put up double the funds with the conditional that if I win, Vette will be spliced to me as well for the remainder of her clock. Savvy?”

Catamon bristled at my use of ‘joytoy’, as I’d hoped. He should have known better.

“So if you’re victorious over Xarissa, you will have both she and Vette?”

“Affirmative,” I nodded.

“And if Xarissa wins, she will have both you and Vette simultaneously?”

“Also affirmative.”

“Very well,” said Catamon. “I agree to your wager. Place the credits in the bowl.”

I did so, then turned around to face Xarissa. To my surprise, her eyes were already locked on mine.

“When I defeat you, Gar, I want you to know one thing,” she said. “I will continue to use Vette’s body for my pleasure. You, on the other hand, will be pleasing Catamon. You will be pleasing him in every way you can. And after marking Vette as my conquest, you too will be marked.”

I smiled. “I guess that gives me something to look forward to, doesn’t it? Shall we begin?”

Catamon didn’t even give me a chance to get ready. He immediately opened the psi-link between us.

I nearly blinked. The sudden intensity of Xarissa’s psionic pressure against my mind caught me by surprise. Had this been a typical match, I might have lost it right then.

The problem for Catamon and Xarissa, however, was that this wasn’t a typical match and I wasn’t strictly playing by the rules. But I was fine with that, because neither were they.

I had realized that Catamon was using his psychic connection with Xarissa to boost his thrall whenever she got in trouble. So Vette hadn’t been just battling Xarissa. She’d been battling Catamon as well. And it’d worked for them, which was why Vette was standing there, her eyes glazed, Xarissa’s juices on her cheeks and chin.

Vette wasn’t javascripted to cheat. I, on the other hand, had no such reservations, as the willpower chem in my system- the one I’d acquired from Brother Ivan earlier- attested. And with my psionic willpower boosted, not only was I able to circumvent Xarissa’s defenses instantly, I was able to follow the psionic link from Xarissa’s brainpan to Catamon’s, catching them both almost simultaneously.

Catamon and Xarissa were finding out what happens when one attempts to take on a jacked-up mindwire in a psionic knife fight.

So was Vette, but I was pretty sure she wouldn’t mind.

The crowd around Catamon’s table was murmuring now, beginning to realize what had just happened. My street cred had amplified without losing clock. A profitable night. And looking at Xarissa and Vette, a fun night. At least for the next three hours.

A fun night for me. A typical night for the Black Hole.

END

[zoroslost]

This is my genshin one piece au because I have two hyperfixations and I have to combine them.

Design and AU details under the read more

In this AU, the Straw Hats travel with Luffy with his goal being to defeat the archons and celestia. The archons in this au take the place of those who work for the world government and the abyss order takes the place of the more corrupt pirate crews. The only major change to the rules of Teyvat as we know them is who give visions. Visions are given out by the original archons, who died at the hands of the archons put in place by Celestia (the world government/celestial dragons). I will expand upon this concept more in future posts. Almost everyones motivations remain unchanged but altered slightly to fit the setting.

Nami is from Mondstadt because of how it reflects her worldview of freedom coming from money and how that is one of her primary motivators. I gave her a hydro vision to show her strong sense of Justice and willingness to challenge wrongs, especially when it’s happening to women and children.

Her story in this au is pretty similar to her original with just the settings changed. Arlong is the leader of a group of treasure hoarders who have aligned themselves with the abyss order and use their power to control others so they can gain profit. Nami and Nojiko are still adopted by Bellemere, who has an orange grove on an island a ways out of the port city that hasn’t been named as of writing this. As in canon, Bellemere is killed by Arlong because she cannot pay for all of them and Nami works for them with the goal of buying back her village.

Nami awakens to her vision when she decides to work with Arlong to keep her village safe, however she doesn’t use it for much other than sneaking around without being seen until the fight agains Arlong. She doesn’t end up fighting in the actual battle but does use her new abilities to protect the villagers.

Nami’s Abilities:

Catalyst user, I haven’t designed a weapon for her (yet) but I imagine it would have design motifs that call back to the pinwheel

She is able to become near invisible and moves faster than the average person when running, similar to Mona’s sprint and Yaelan’s skill

If she were a playable character in the game, her elemental skill would create a whirlpool that pulls enemies together and causes them to stagger

Her burst would fire a series of bubbles that travel out for a short bit before rabidly ascending up and creating a rainstorm that deals continuous damage over a wide area. If an enemy is hit by the bubbles before they form into a cloud, they become trapped and receive a hydro resistance debuff. It would also change effect depending on the element she’s affected by when the burst is used, for example if she’s affected by electro when she uses the skill, the cloud that forms would also deal periodic electro damage in the form of lightning strikes.

Some design details I added that I thought were cool:

She wears her Vision on her wrist like how she wears the log pose in canon

Her shirt has exposed shoulders that show off her tattoo

The sleeves of her shirt are decorated with oranges and orange blossoms

She has two layers of a cape, the top one fades to white like clouds covering a sky and the bottom one is patterned like a topographical map

Her belt buckle is a functional compass and the buttons in the center of her corset are compass roses

The socks under her boots are supposed to look like the top of stylized clouds

She purposefully wears her shirt so that she has a large amount of cleavage in order to help with manipulating men

I have seen some design analyses of Mondstadt characters where people note that characters who are nobility in mondstat tend to have more form fitting clothing than the rest of the characters. Her clothes follow this trend because she wants to appear rich in order to get close to the nobility to steal from them, however her sleeves stay loose to show that she hasn’t forgot her past.

Nami’s eyes are designed to look like a cats eye gem to reference her epithet as the cat burglar in one piece

And that’s it for this one, this AU is still a WIP so if you have any suggestions please let me know!!