#White Lace Embroidery Bedding Set

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[petrichorium]

pluvi begging you to expand on gojo not wanting what happened to his mother to happen to you 🙏

warnings: it’s all a dream so nothing is real aside from the flashback stuff but pregnancy as horror, (sewing) needles, implied gore/eye trauma, implied child harm, gojo is messed up yo!!! and its bc of his mama!!!

he dreams about her.

it’s an odd thing, really. gojo isn’t much of a dreamer—not much of a sleeper, all things considered, but it’s difficult not to give in when you drag him to bed and curl up in his arms. the soft rise and fall of your chest, the steady thump of your heart, the sound of your breath; it soothes him into slumber.

and he dreams about her. she was always young. he’s older now than she ever got to be. frail, thin; borderline skeletal, robes hanging from her body like webbing. she sits in a chair facing a window, swathed in moonlight, the silver of her embroidery needle glinting with each stab. her face is veiled. her stomach is swollen with child.

she doesn’t turn to him, but she beckons without noise. his feet take him easily to her, and he kneels at her side as she sets aside the embroidery hoop to let him place his head on her knees.

her hand is cold as it threads through his hair. it’s gentle, at first. then harsher a moment later. she grips firm, tugs him up by those electric white threads, stares down at him through all that elaborate lace.

he imagines she’s weeping beneath it. his mother never wept before him, but she was pretty in the aftermath, eyes puffy and pink and shining. they were a cold kind of loving when they regarded him. she must have been beautiful once, elegant and lithe and willowy, cruel like the heartless sea and sharp like a brilliant diamond, but whatever was there is long gone. he thinks all sons must empty their mothers, bleed them dry from within, because his was always a shell.

she trails her hand down the side of his face, and he turns into the palm and closes his eyes, and she is silent as she sets down her embroidery to lift her veil. she is silent and hollow and eidolic as her fingers brush down his jaw and tilt his head up to look at her.

but it’s your face that he sees when he opens his eyes.

it’s your hand against his cheek, your eyes pink and puffy and pretty, your stomach bulging by his own doing. it’s your fingers that pluck up the needle, still attached to a thread of brilliant cerulean, and raise it to his eye.

his mother never was able to pierce him with that needle. she stopped herself, each and every time, dropping it and tugging him close in shame. she never doted, never was kind, but she never did manage to harm him.

you do. he lets you. it’s only fair. whatever thing is in your stomach can’t be human—whether god or demon what does it matter, at the end of the day—and didn’t he put it in you himself? if his mother never got the satisfaction of spilling his blood, shouldn’t you?

but he wakes just as the tip pierces his iris, and you hold him in your lap, eyes wide with concern and not puffy from weeping, and you hold no child within you. your hands thread through his hair and they’re warm, your lips plush when you bend to press a kiss to his brow.

he turns inward to press his face into your (empty, blissfully vacant) abdomen. the wetness he leaves there, falling from his so very coveted eyes, is colorless.

he thinks it ought to be brilliant crimson.

[monstersandmaw]

Laces for a Lady - 18th century, poly, shifters x human romance - Chapter Two (sfw)

Disclaimer which I’m including in all my works after plagiarism and theft has taken place: I do not give my consent for my works to be used, copied, published, or posted anywhere. They are copyrighted and belong to me. 

Thank you so much to everyone who let me know that you enjoyed the first chapter through your reblogs and tags and comments. I don't expect people to feel like they have to engage in a way that I'll see, but I can only tell you how much it means to me if you do have the energy to do so!

Things have been pretty effing rough on this end of things for me lately, so this story had to take a back seat, but I'm hoping to be able to work on it more for you now. This chapter was originally 5k words but I broke up the 'action' of this one, so it ends on a bit of a cliffie... quite literally, almost. Sorry? Hope you enjoy it anyway??

Content: Nel settles in at Heath Top House, meets Lady Winnifred, accidentally witnesses one hell of a smooch, and finds a body floating in the water after a storm... Wordcount: 3067

Part One

If the housekeeper at Heath Top House was surprised to find a well-dressed, if slightly wind-blown and jounced-about, young lady trundling in on a village cart, she managed not to show it.

Tom drew his placid old horse to a halt and Nel hopped down onto the gravel outside the manor house and slid her case down before Tom had even turned around to see if she needed help. She tossed him a friendly smile though, and a quick thanks that made the old man’s cheeks warm beneath his grey moustache, before the front door of the elegantly proportioned, stone manor house opened to reveal a tall woman in her late forties, with her hair tucked neatly beneath a ruffled, white cotton cap trimmed with a light blue, silk ribbon.

“Miss Bywater?”

“Indeed,” Nel said, and a frisson of apprehension shot down her throat to her stomach, where it curdled with the churning remnants of her coach journey to make an altogether unsavoury sensation in her gut.

She glanced down at her travel-rumpled redingote, picked out some straw from the bed of the cart that had lodged itself in the embroidery, and smoothed out her skirts. She tried to adopt a more seemly and tidy manner before drawing in a long breath, holding it, and then releasing it with a smile to meet the woman’s eyes.

“I’m Davis,” the woman said. “Housekeeper.”

What her first name was, Eleanor may never learn, given that etiquette demanded she be known by her surname by her employers and their guests. As a hired companion, Eleanor fell somewhere between the two, but even so she was unlikely to be considered on the same social standing as a housekeeper.

“If you’d like to follow me, Miss Bywater.”

She cast one last look back at Tom, who was already gathering his reins to stir his chunky, grey horse back into motion, and she offered him a final smile. He tipped his cap to her and set off, and Nel stepped into the relative dark of the entrance hall.

Chequered marble in a sweeping expanse of black and white tiles stretched away and was met by an elegantly curving staircase. The walls were flanked with dark wood panels and stern portraits of past generations, and from a doorway to one side, a young woman in a pale yellow dress emerged.

She was as blonde as her dress, and her skin had the kind of pallor that suggested she rarely went out. She was slender too, and if Nel had had to make a guess at her health, she might have been bold enough to say that the lady was fragile. If she were being gracious, she might have opted for ‘delicate’, but as it was, she looked shy and wan and fragile.

“Oh, Miss Bywater?” the lady said in a slightly wispy voice, and Nel nodded and made a small curtsy.

Slightly behind her, Davis bobbed a polite and slightly deeper curtsy, and said, “M’lady.”

“Thank you, Davis. See to it that Miss Bywater’s things are taken care of. I will give her a tour of the house myself.”

“As you say, m’lady,” Davis said, briskly taking the travelling case that Nel set down on the marble floor, leaving them to it.

The Lady Winnifred Penrose looked to be in her early thirties, and, Nel discovered as she stepped forwards and took her hands in her own chilly, bird-like fingers to squeeze with only the faintest effort, she was terribly shy and a little awkward.

“You must forgive me for sounding so formal and stiff in my letters,” she said, her blue eyes sliding away briefly as her cheeks warmed a fraction. “I… I don’t know how else to write, and I didn’t know you. You must have thought me some dowdy old matron…”

Nel very carefully did not say that that was exactly what she’d been expecting, and instead masked her surprise by saying, “I’m honestly glad to find we’re closer to the same age.”

Lady Winnifred’s returning smile was genuine, and it didn’t fade as she floated back a step and said, “I must also confess that taking a companion was my mother-in-law’s idea. This, as you know, was my husband’s house, and he left everything to me in his will, which seems to have caused a bit of a stir among society, given that he actually has a younger brother who should have inherited it all.”

She sighed and spoke on in almost a whisper.  

“His parents live here with me, and they try to keep an eye on things, but should I wish it, I could turn them out and we could have the run of the place.”

She looked suddenly shocked by her boldness, and Nel would come to learn that it was uncharacteristic of her in the extreme to say such things aloud. At the time, Nel just offered a private smile, and allowed herself to be shown about the house by a woman who struck her by the end of their tour as painfully, heartbreakingly isolated.

Lady Winnifred slowly but surely came out of her shell in their first few weeks together.

She had bouts of weakness and days when she didn’t feel like stirring much beyond her own rooms in the house, but over afternoon tea a fortnight after Nel’s arrival on that blustery spring morning, she confessed that while she had been a little reticent at first at the idea of taking a stranger into her home, she was now wholeheartedly glad that Eleanor Bywater had been the one to apply for the role.

“I mean, we’re almost the same age,” Winnie said as she dabbed at the last of her scone crumbs on the porcelain plate with a delicate fingertip and savoured the lingering taste of sweet, strawberry jam and thick, clotted cream. “And it has been such a relief to find someone to share in my love of reading…”

For the most part, Nel remained at Heath Top House with Winnie, as she insisted on being called by her friends, among whom Nel was apparently now counted. What few friends Winnie had lived in either Bath or London, and that physical distance seemed to have left Winnie extremely isolated while she ran her late husband’s estates in Cornwall and tried to dodge her interfering father-in-law’s heavy-handed attempts to seize control once again.

Luckily, James Penrose’s last will and testament had been most adamant that Winnie be the one to manage the finances and the mines, and from what Nel had learned by leaning over her shoulder while she wrote letters to the board and shareholders, Winnie was more than competent despite her shyness in person. James had been killed only a year and a half prior, in a tragic tunnel collapse while inspecting one of the mines he owned, and Winnie had turned into something of a social recluse in the aftermath.

Gradually, during Nel’s first month at Heath Top, she managed to get Winnie out and about on walks across the heathland when the wild, Cornish weather permitted, and they grew very acquainted with the stretch of coastal path that hugged the cliffs and played host to a prolific number of soaring seabirds. Sometimes, way offshore, they glimpsed porpoises and dolphins, and once or twice, common and grey seals basking and playing in the shallows, and over a period of a couple of months, Nel watched the young, grief-riddled widow draw a little out of her shell.

Despite the fact that Nel was technically in her employ, Winnie had also insisted that Nel could come and go from Heath Top House whenever she liked, so Nel found herself frequently borrowing a horse from the stables to ride around Winnie’s estate and down towards the coast on a shaggy, black-coated mare named Blackthorn. As the unexpected offspring of an escaped racehorse stud and a pit pony mare, Blackthorn had the stubborn stamina of her mother and the will to run of her thoroughbred sire, and Nel found herself adoring the solid, fifteen-hand horse almost the moment she clapped eyes on her.

“She’s beautiful,” she told the head groom, a quiet-mannered man in his fifties named Joe, when he’d first brought the mare out into the yard for her to try. She stroked Blackthorn’s velvet nose with her knuckles and giggled as the horse’s whiskery lips mouthed harmlessly at her fingers in search of apples. “I think we’ll get along just fine.”

Late one afternoon in the searing heat of midsummer, when crickets kept up a tireless chorus in the bleached grasses and cows stood about listlessly in the scant shade of the trees and lowed plaintively, Nel took Blackthorn into town before the shops closed. Her intent had been to buy some more thread for an embroidery project that she had recently undertaken at Winnie’s suggestion, but she knew already that it was probably far beyond her limited skills with a needle.

After she’d stabled the mare at the Lantern and seen to it that Blackthorn was given fresh water and a cool place to rest, Nel headed off to walk around the seaside village on foot. With her thread purchased from the surprisingly well-stocked haberdashery on Clifftop Street, she turned and made her way down the steep, cobbled street towards the harbour in the vague hope of some relief from the heat with a passing sea breeze. The light was perfect, casting pearlescent shimmers across the still sea beyond the harbour, and gilding the white wings of the gulls as they wheeled lazily overhead, but the air was thick with the cloying scent of iodine and drying seaweed at low tide, and it didn't get any cooler as she neared the harbour.

For someone who had grown up in the country though, and who had rarely seen the sea, she was surprised at how much she had come to love living there, with its wild, rugged, independent folk and its landscape that fitted them perfectly.

Nel had just gained a glimpse of the muddy harbour at the lowest ebb of the tide, the view of colourful fishing boats listing to the side like beached sea creatures framed by the squat, white cottages of the village when, in the narrow space between two buildings to her right, a sudden movement caught her eye. There in the shadows not ten paces away, she saw a slender young man pressed up against the bare stonework of a house and crowded in by a much larger man.

She had barely had time to mask her gasp of surprise when she recognised the latter as Locryn Trevethan, as much by his sheer, hulking size and his thick ponytail of steel-grey hair as by anything else, but she was far too surprised to register anything else when Locryn put both his hands tenderly on the smaller man’s jawline and kissed him fiercely.

As she took in the skinny frame of the other man beneath him, she realised it was Edmund Nancarrow. She’d seen him around the village a few times in the months since she’d moved into Heath Top House and he worked as the tailor’s assistant near the haberdashery. She’d not had any need of a tailor since arriving at Polgarrack though, and she hadn’t spoken to him since their brief meeting in the doorway of the Lantern.

All thoughts fled her mind as Locryn rutted up against Edmund’s hips, growling and groaning and kissing him without pausing for breath. “Want you,” he hissed, bringing his hand down to palm Edmund’s crotch. “Come to me tonight. On the sands,” he grunted. “It’s been too long. I need you.”

Edmund gasped and tipped his head back, his pale cheeks flushed and his mouth open in a wanton display of lust, and he just barely managed a weak nod and a dazed smile in return.

With a flush of heat in her own face, Nel turned away.

Locryn and Edmund weren’t the first men she’d known to have an attraction towards their own sex — after all, she had been the first that William had told of his own preferences all those years ago — but to see two people so blindly engrossed in each other, so wrapped up in the sheer, honest pleasure of each other’s bodies, sent a rush of yearning and stinging jealousy through her that was so strong she felt almost faint.

At twenty five, it was not quite too late for her to marry, but it was unlikely that any man would want her now.

She had politely refused the few offers made to her by relative strangers back in London, and as a result, her father, for all that he loved her, had called her a flighty fool. It was hardly her fault that the men who had come calling for her after the various balls during the London Season had done nothing but inspire empty dread and, in one case, open revulsion. She would likely never know the kind of passion and desire that Edmund was experiencing, and she scuttled back to the Lantern with her mind in a spin.

Her journey back to Heath Top with Blackthorn passed in a blur, and she barely heard a word Winnie said to her over tea when she got back with the embroidery thread still crumpled up in her small, silk pouch.

The summer progressed in a series of walks with Winnie, afternoon tea, reading, and lonely rides along the clifftop with Blackthorn, but she didn’t see Edmund Nancarrow or Locryn Trevethan again, and she took to avoiding Polgarrack without realising that was what she was doing. The endless days of blasting heat gave way to nights of brilliant lighting storms that sent veins of white fire flashing across the sky and the sea.

On one such wild night, she woke with a start as thunder seemed to rattle the rafters and the roof beams above, and she walked wide-eyed to the window in her nightgown to watch the lighting dance over the distant sea. Great forks of it illuminated both the water and the undulating land between Heath Top and the shore, and in the searing flashes she thought she saw the dark silhouette of a ship coming round the headland.

A while later, while she still stood at the window with a shawl clasped at her collarbones and her eyes locked on the horizon, the door to her room opened with a whispering creak, and she turned to find Winnie slipping inside, wrapped in a delicate dressing gown of her own and moving like a ghost.

“It’s wild out there,” she said, wide-eyed and pale-cheeked. She’d been ill for most of the day with a headache, and looked worse than ever in the harsh light of the incessant lightning.

“Are you alright?” Nel asked.

Winnie nodded. “I hate thunder,” she added as she joined Nel by the casement, trembling. “James died the morning after a storm like this.”

“I understand.” She slid her arm around her new friend’s waist and they stared out at the storm for a long while. “That ship…?” Nel asked, staring at the shape of it out on the silver water.

“Probably a smuggler’s cutter from the Channel Islands or France,” Winnie said, and when Nel looked surprised, she laughed. “What? Half of the tea we drink, and surely all of my father in-law’s spirits come from the smugglers who are brave enough to labour through storms like this one. It’s a part of life round here. We look the other way and the townsfolk sell us the things we need, and all the while London never sees a penny of it in taxes.” ‘We’ in that case was the local gentry.

It should probably have shocked Nel a bit more than it did, but Winnie had informed her that thanks to those hefty taxes from Westminster, the price to buy imported salt for the pilchards was forty times the actual cost of the salt itself, so she couldn't find it within herself to object in the slightest.

“I suppose half the town will be out there on the beach, bringing it all ashore?” Nel asked, and Winnie nodded.

“I just hope the revenue men from Fowey don’t risk the storm,” she murmured. “They sent a captain down here in a cutter of his own to catch them. They’ve already rounded up a good number of men, though no Cornish jury has ever found them guilty.” She said it with amused pride in her tone too, as if that too was a joke played on Westminster.

They stood there a while longer, watching the storm and the ship before Winnie sighed.

“You should sleep,” Nel said. “Is your headache still bad?”

Winnie nodded and her friend scowled.

“Come, watching lightning flash across a dark sky isn’t going to help. Go and curl up,” she said, and Winnie smiled, climbing into Nel’s bed instead of returning to her own.

Nel watched the weather for another few minutes before joining her, and the two fell asleep within five minutes of each other.

Winnie remained in Nel’s bed the next morning, curled on her side like a child under the covers, but Nel felt restless as the still-churning sea after the storm, and took Blackthorn out for a ride without waking the lady of the house.  

The storm had blasted away the cloying, summer heat from the day before to leave a fresh, blustery day and a blue sky.

Just as she crested the clifftop at Rocky Point, where an old stone cottage sat on the headland like another watcher over the waters of the Channel, and joined the path that ran the length of Cornwall from Land’s End to Looe, she happened to glance down into the sandy cove below.

There floating in the water, was the unmistakable shape of a man. He was face-up, and even at that distance, she thought he looked vaguely familiar.

For a long moment, Nel sat stock-still in Blackthorn’s saddle where the mare had halted obediently on the path, and she stared down at the figure bobbing and drifting with the tide like a piece of flotsam.

Was he dead?

At the thought — at the faint hope that he might still be alive — her shock crumbled and gave way to something frantic. She burst into action.

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Next chapter ->

Dun-dun-duhhhhh! Sorry. We'll see more from the two shifters next time, I promise. I can’t wait to hear your thoughts on it, as ever! (I hope there weren't too many typos but if you spot some, feel free to yell at me in the comments or my inbox - I'm quite tired when I'm posting this!!)

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[ramcharantitties]

Diwali

Summary: First Diwali of you and ram.

"Why are you still in your clothes?" A voice boomed from the door, and by the tone, it was a very angry wife of mine. Although I wanted to cross question her, "why don't you take them off?", I knew better and did not utter a word. Maybe we'll do that later tonight anyways. I jumped off the chair in a second and scurried to the bathroom, towel in hand. It's Diwali today. From four in the morning, we have set the fairy lights, spotting dragon flies, then packed the sweets y/n made in the past two days, deep cleaned our house, went to market for last moment shopping, and decorated our house with diya and rangoli. The amount of tea cups lining the sink said enough about our hardwork today. It was around 4 in the evening now, and y/n needed me to get bathed soon so I can go to the temple for an early Pooja, as she sets up the Pooja at our home.

The bath was shivering and cold- November not letting us breath with warmth. Stepping out of the bath, a red kurta and white dhoti with a red lining on it caught my eye. Someone did Diwali shopping for me. And it's shy to say, but the warmth she gives deter a hundred Novembers.

Quickly getting ready, I combed my hair. The red on my cheeks matched one of my clothes, and it was visible in the mirror, hope my wife doesn't catch it. It was almost 4:30, and I knew that if I don't leave now, it's going to be a screaming match. Finding y/n, I saw her in her homely saree with wet hair tied in a towel lock, carrying everything needed to the Pooja in our home. "Get ready first, I'll help you with this when I come back".

She turned around to my voice, the golden skin from sandalwood shining with the golden mangalsutra in orange sunlight. A tint of pink on her cheeks too when she checked me out, up and down. I had to turn around and leave, so she didn't catch me blushing.

It was almost the muhrat of Pooja when I stepped in our home. The sun has started to set and the area was lit up by blinking fairy lights. Blasts of firecrackers were easily heard throughout. I saw our home with white and yellow alternate lights too. Upon entering, Y/n was nowhere to be found near the Pooja, but it was all set and decorated.

Looking for y/n, I realised that I haven't given her Diwali gift- a blue chiffon saree I picked out for her, and that it's our first Diwali together. I called out for her, as she made her way out from our room in a pink saree. Her hair was open and air drying. It was given to her by her family, and she has already worn this twice now.

"Why aren't you wearing anything new?" I led her into the room again opening the side of the cupboard which was reserved for my official clothes. "This is new" she muttered, putting Kohl lines in her eyes. I pulled out the transparent bag which held a beautiful blue saree, laced with white embroidery and deep red design. Her brown eyes caught the sight of it, a breath caught in her throat. She looked expectantly at me. A smile from me was enough for her to pull it from me and rush inside.

About 15 minutes later, y/n came out looking like an apsara. The baby blue insinuated her already pink face. She twirled around giggling. "Do I look good?" I nodded, leaning on the bed frame. It felt good, to see her happy. The childish joy in her eyes and soft smile on her lips. Gazing at her lovingly, it took me a while to realize she wasn't smiling anymore. "We are getting late for Pooja!"

The Pooja went well. We sat down after it, tired from running around the house all day. Busy eating home made sweets, I almost lost the soft touches of her on the saree, her fingertips barely touching the design. She looked content. And that was enough for me to remember how our first Diwali went.

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[gothgleek]

Redesigning Rhaenyra’s Costumes

Let’s be honest, her costumes were not giving what needed to be gave. I’m sure Covid impacted the fabrics that were available and how a thorough a job they are able to do fittings but the end result still wasn’t great. However, I did enjoy the ahistorical nature of it in that, much like GOT, you could not find direct historical inspiration for all the outfits. I tried to keep that in mind when I drew Rhaenerya’s outfits while also trying to keep it similar to her costumes in the show because I’m not redesigning ALL her dresses. I might redesign other dresses in the future, along with Rhaena and Baela.

1.Red Tourney- Great idea, terrible execution. it is so ill fitting with no structure whatsoever and it makes her look so frumpy. Which I know is not the intent because of her flared collar. Honestly, I’m not the biggest fan of the collar because it seems a little too advanced for the time period in the ASOIAF universe and Cersei would have certainly had an Elizabethan collar while queen. However, it is probably the most defining piece of the outfit so I had to include it. I also hope that it comes back in future appearances otherwise it would be such a bizarre design choice. Anyway, for my redesign I structured the collar a bit more, making it resemble a dragon wing. She has a blue-purple broach to represent her mother. The whole tourney is being thrown in her honor but Rhaenyra is really the only one thinking about Aemma. In a similar vein, Rhaenyra’s sleeves resemble armor with blue gems in reference to Aemma’s quote about a woman’s battle ground being the birthing bed.

2.Yellow Dress- This dress is inspired by the Byzantine period and by Rhaenys’s gowns. A lot of people on the show seem to favor wide necklines or off the shoulder dresses so I simply adorned hers with gemstones. Embroidery and sewn gems are also added because her dress was too plain and I think they tried to make up for it with shiny fabric. Plus all the men around her are obsessed with Old Valyria which I visualize as the Byzantine period and Ancient Rome so it makes sense she would incorporate Valyrian styles into her dresses. It is of course modernized with a medieval silhouette as she is expected to set the trends at King’s Landing. Matching the jewels is a simple gold circlet because Rhaenyra needs some casual crowns to wear around the house.

3.The Rose Gold Dress- Again, the idea was there but the execution wasn’t. This is the most medieval inspired of the dresses I redesigned for her. Since this is the scene where her and Alicent make up, she looks probably the softest we’ve seen her with light pink and a fabric belt. The fabric belt is inspired by Byzantine clothing. The bright red gems, tiara, the dragon scale dress and dragons scale lace under her rose gold dress do indicate that their animosity isn’t over but it is tempered for now. They simply miss each other that much. I emphasized the amount of gold she wears to contrast her older self who will wear more silver because it is a variation of black. I know she wears gold to match her dragon but she can’t wear black and gold without looking like a Baratheon I’m afraid.

4.Meeting in a Maternity Gown- I liked the original dress except for the front lacing and the white fabric. I don’t know why they made her wear white so much. I know they needed a pale fabric to show her lactating in this scene (🙄) so I kept it a pale gray since it’s still aligning herself with Team Black. In my redesign she’s wearing pale gray in softer fabric as she is probably seeking something comfortable post giving birth but it’s still regal enough to stand toe to toe with Alicent. She’s also wearing a variation of a French hood because that is what she wore at her coronation and she’s trying to maintain the idea of herself as heir. Instead of a front lace corset detail- which I assume was for breast feeding purposes because why would someone either handmaidens wear something that needed tying in the front?- I gave her a robe and belt. She’s aware of the rumors about her sons so she wears some of Laenor’s house colors to dissuade those rumors. Sort of like, “See how happy we are? I’m wearing his favorite color!” The gray and blue are House Strong colors though so she is showing her love for him as well. But both are so overwhelmed by her house colors, it barely registers. Rightfully so as she is representing herself during the council meeting. I added more dragon emblems because I loved her dress in the teaser trailer for season 2.

[wri0thesley]

having a robe and lingerie and sleepwear moment, here is what i think the genshin men would like on you:

(cw: not sfw, most of these link to pictures on irl models if you're uncomfortable with that, they're also for a more femme-presenting reader and as many as i could find are on plus models bc what is my blog for if not self-indulgence!!!)

as much as diluc loves you in his colours - and he does, for you're stunning in red - in the end, he falls over himself for you in soft pastels and whites with frills and lace and fluff and ruffles, that he can slowly prise his fingers beneath and admire the sight of you in. anything that might be read as 'bridal' has his heart beating too fast in his chest and his breath coming in hungry little pants.

alhaitham doesn't mind a little fanciness - a nice lace trim, for instance - but he's also logical and rational at heart, and if he has to fumble too often with too many complicated little fastenings, it is going to eat into the time he can spend doing what he really wants to do - which is, of course, make you feel so good that you cry out his name and kaveh gets a taste of his own medicines. he does love you in his colours, though - something about seeing you in that deep green he outfits himself in . . . it's hard to not want to run his hands all over you.

dottore likes restraints and leather and anything shiny; he loves harnesses and buckles and anything that reminds him that, at heart, you are a little mouse trapped by him (even if that entrapment is by choice). he appreciates an element of fetish; he wants you to remember that he's in charge. one of the most likely to have you in a corset and enjoy watching you learn to acclimatise; this particular set has buckles and fishnets, so . . . yes, that leaves him a happy man.

pantalone is a man of luxury. he wants his beloved in things made only of the finest - something elegant and lovely that makes him feel glad to come home to you and find you at the end of the bed with your lashes fluttering prettily. he likes classic colours and fabrics like silk and feathers; there is something of the classic hollywood in his preferences. and, naturally, he loves seeing you keep as much of it on as possible when he takes you.

ayato is yet another man who likes elegance; he thinks you ought to always have the proper underpinnings to any outfit you wear, and he gets great delight from both helping you dress and helping you undress, clipping stockings and artfully arranging things . . . and knowing that beneath the demure outfit you wear to the yashiro commission's latest elegant function, you're sinfully lovely. fine embroidery and lovely lace also greatly appeal to him; like on this lovely satin and roses piece.

childe likes anything he can rip off of you - and, unfortunately, he thinks his strength means he can indeed rip anything off of you. his favourite colour to see his beloved in is red; there's something of the 'red to a bull' in him, and when he sees it on you . . . oh, it's on. he likes things that are tight to your body and show off everything; he's not big on lace and frilly bits, he just wants to bite into you and take you for his own instead of playing around. there's something about a set like this - quarter cups, cut-outs - that has him going wild on how much flesh is on display.

venti likes something a little playful; he doesn't mind if you're wearing things hard to take off, that's half of the fun for him! he adores ruffles and floaty bits and pieces that he can toy with using the wind - and, naturally, he adores feathers. they feel so light and airy! so a set like this has him drooling onto the floor. there's so much potential there!

dainsleif, much like diluc, likes the reminder that you are a sweet lovely thing. the choice of pale colours and ribbons and lace do occasionally remind him that he feels like he is profaning something holy . . . but when you strip off your clothes and flutter your eyelashes and ask him to take you, please, it's not such a bad thing to be imagining. how could something sinful feel as good as you feel around him?

kaveh adores drama. he loves pieces with long trains, with feathers, with beautiful fabrics that drape over you lusciously so he can admire the way that it heightens your curve or sweeps elegantly across the floor. so it's entirely likely that he has a terribly sheer robe with mounds and mounds of feathery fluff (all the more likely because he knows it will shed feathers and that will drive alhaitham out of his mind - this pettiness is worth the fact that kaveh will be the one cleaning the feathers up) - but most of all, he likes your body and form underneath it. with nothing else on it at all.

after all; what inspires him most than your body in its purest and most natural form?

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             PHOTOSHOOT: L’OFFICIEL MAGAZINE

Marina once again demonstrated her commitment to her glamorous style for the US version of L’Officiel. Photographed by Michael Beckert in NYC’s The Pierre Hotel back in February 2019, the editorial shows Marina wearing the finest runway pieces and high jewelry.

Styling by Yael Quint and Mina Erkli, makeup by Mariko Arai and hair by Sean Bennett.

For the first look, Marina wears a full Chanel Spring/Summer 2019 look which comprises a beaded white knit sweater with the house's signature camellia flower sitting on each shoulder, and a bouclé midi skirt featuring multicolored palms embroidery, and a high slit.

The Greek-Welsh beauty was decked in lots of high jewelry for this editorial! These stunning morganite and diamond teardrop earrings are courtesy of Jacob & Co., whose designs we'll see much more of later!

Personally, no editorial is complete without some romantic Valentino in it! The off-the-shoulder black silk taffeta awe, our girl poses in, was the opening number from the Italian house’s Spring/Summer 2019 collection.

The look was accessorized with a diamond necklace which is courtesy of The Pierre NY hotel, and the Roger Vivier Maharaja black velvet slingback pumps with white feathers.

Both the Josie embellished floral embroidered chiffon sleeveless midi dress which looks like it could have been picked up straight from a painting...

...and black floral lace wide-brimmed hat with matching organza veil, M wrapped around her neck, are from Erdem’s Spring/Summer 2019 runway show!

She crowned the look with Bvlgari’s Serpenti Obere white-gold and diamond huggie earrings.

Next, our girl is seen wearing a Zac Posen Spring/Summer 2019 off-the-shoulder draped mermaid gown in blue polka-dotted degradé taffeta.

More high jewelry from the house of Bvlgari! Firstly, a pair of Serpenti earrings in 18k white-gold, set with pavé diamonds ($60,123.41)...

...and, of course, the Serpenti Viper two-coil bracelet in 18k white-gold, set with full pavé diamonds.

In this beautiful shot Marina lounges in her bed while wearing a cotton terry bathrobe from The Pierre NY featuring their logo embroidered in gold.

The house of Jacob & Co. signed her earrings crafted from 18k white-gold earrings set with 8 natural Colombian briolette emeralds totaling 68.98 carats highlighted by 245 marquise, pear and round brilliant cut diamonds totaling 11.96 carats...

...and the matching show-stopping necklace, featuring 16 Colombian briolette emeralds!

Last but definitely not least, we got a Gucci Spring/Summer 2019 look! This is the nautical-inspired long-sleeved A-line midi dress with collar in contrasting blue & red, and buttoned front.

Slim-silhouetted eyewear was a huge trend back in 2018/19 and these Poppy Lissiman Le Skinny clear cat-eye glasses definitely fit the bill!

Bvlgari created her snake head-shaped Serpenti earrings in 18k white-gold, set with emerald eyes and full pavé diamonds.

As you might have guessed by now, they’re also behind her Serpenti Viper 18k white-gold ring set with pavé diamonds.

The final piece of this look (and this spread) is this Gucci mini Zumi purse in burgundy lizard leather. It features a top handle, detachable gold-tone chain strap and the house’s logo and signature horsebit hardware in silver & gold.

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Elevate Your Nighttime Routine: Luxurious Sleepwear for the Modern Woman

A well-curated nighttime routine can transform your evenings into a sanctuary of relaxation and self-care. Luxurious sleepwear isn’t just about comfort—it’s a way to feel pampered, confident, and stylish as you unwind. Here’s how to choose the perfect pieces for your evening rituals:

Prioritize Comfort and Quality Soft, Skin-Friendly Fabrics: Opt for breathable materials like silk, satin, bamboo, or high-thread-count cotton. These fabrics are gentle on the skin and regulate body temperature. Seamless Designs: Look for pieces without irritating tags or seams for ultimate comfort.

Choose Timeless Styles Classic Silhouettes: Slip dresses, button-down pajama sets, and chemises offer elegance and versatility. Minimalist Chic: Neutral tones and clean lines create an effortlessly polished look. Romantic Touches: Lace trims, delicate embroidery, or sheer panels add a hint of femininity.

Explore Luxurious Fabrics Silk: Naturally hypoallergenic, silk feels luxurious and helps maintain skin and hair hydration. Satin: A cost-effective alternative to silk with a similarly smooth texture. Cashmere: Ideal for colder nights, cashmere loungewear adds warmth and indulgence.

Focus on Versatility Day-to-Night Transition: Look for sleepwear pieces, like silk camisoles or robes, that double as loungewear or layering items for daytime. Matching Sets: Coordinated tops and bottoms give a polished, put-together vibe, even at home.

Invest in a Statement Robe A luxurious robe is the ultimate layering piece for your nighttime wardrobe. Silk or Satin Robes: Lightweight and elegant for a spa-like feel. Velvet or Plush Robes: Perfect for cozying up during colder months. Kimono-Style Robes: These are trendy and flattering, with flowing sleeves and intricate prints.

Add Personalized Details Monogramming: Personalize your sleepwear with embroidered initials for an extra touch of luxury. Custom Fit: Tailored pieces ensure a perfect fit, enhancing both comfort and style.

Don’t Forget Color Psychology Calming Neutrals: White, beige, and pastel tones promote relaxation. Sophisticated Darks: Navy, burgundy, and black exude elegance and mystery. Mood-Boosting Brights: Jewel tones or soft floral prints can add joy and vibrancy.

Pair Sleepwear with Nighttime Rituals Spa Vibes: Pair a silky chemise with a facial mask, scented candles, and soft background music. Tea and Reading: Cozy up in a cashmere set with a warm cup of tea and your favorite book. Mindful Meditation: Choose breathable fabrics for gentle stretching or meditation before bed.

Sustainability Matters Ethical Brands: Support brands that use sustainable fabrics and ethical production practices. Durability: High-quality materials last longer, reducing waste and ensuring your investment pays off.

Confidence Above All Luxurious sleepwear isn’t just about looking good—it’s about feeling good. Investing in pieces that make you feel beautiful and comfortable can boost your confidence, even in the quiet moments of your evening.

Final Thought: Your nighttime routine is an opportunity to pamper yourself, and the right sleepwear can elevate the entire experience. Whether you prefer silky slip dresses, cozy pajama sets, or chic robes, luxurious sleepwear helps you end each day feeling your best.

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Timeless Trend: Modern Femininity

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Timeless Trend: Modern Femininity

Florals have received a fresh facelift in this season’s avant-garde fashion trend, following the 2024 Met Gala’s enchanting theme: “The Garden of Time”. Trends from the fashion industry inevitably garner attention in the world of interior design, with this emerging trend being heralded as “modern femininity” by Sheerluxe, and “the new pretty” by Livingetc.

Whilst the subtlety of soft pastels and curved edges has had its place in the “minimaluxe” trend, this has now extended to include a juxtaposition between this softness with bold details and colours, playful ruffles, and an abstract dreaminess which evokes a feeling of feminine, high fashion and echoes thoughts of a gentle breeze travelling through an open window at dusk, creating movement and space through a tender connection with sheer, natural linen curtains.

Pavilion Garden Stripe Upholstered BedAvenue Blanc Grande Bedside TableWindsor Garden Floral Blanket BoxIkat Green Ceramic Lamp

There are endless options to choose from to reproduce the “modern femininity” trend to fit your own version of what femininity means to you and we couldn’t be happier that this new take on styling has risen to the occasion; as a female founded brand pridefully declaring the timelessness of feminine style, let us walk you through how to emulate “the new pretty” trend in your home, infused with your own personality and meaning.

The Springboard for Feminine Styling:

There are a few key themes to fit into your space to ensure it has the foundations required to establish the room as a modern take on feminine styling. Forget the dull greys of the past, the harsh, masculine lines in your furniture, and the stifling of colours and frills. Think of the minimaluxe trend, of incorporating curved edges into the space to soften the view that your eyes drink in. Think of curved bed frames in delicate colours, like our elegant and cosy Debutante Pale Blue Velvet Upholstered Bed, complete with contrasting ivory piping along the headboard and footboard, perfect for those of us who want to achieve the graceful style of modern femininity without introducing too many patterns. 

Debutante Pale Blue Velvet Upholstered BedLa Petite Chambery 6-Arm French Chandelier

Utilise tactile textures such as fluffy wool, heavenly bouclé, and sumptuous silks to create a layered, three-dimensional space that you can’t wait to sink into.

With this in mind, let’s see how multifaceted the new modern femininity trend can really be, as we offer some different, and some may say opposing, ideas for how to create a feminine haven of your own.

Pretty in Pastels

You’ve heard of pretty in pink, but “the new pretty” focuses on the use of soft, muted pastels which create an almost ethereal space. This version of modern femininity uses archetypes of femininity – gentle, graceful, delectably inoffensive, which is recreated through soft textures, curved edges, and muted hues – but with a fresh, modern twist. Think whimsical ruffles, sheer lace, and the gentle flow of movement created by these all-important features.

Tea & Chantilly Upholstered Bed

We’re picturing a light-filled bedroom, with sheer 100% natural linen curtains, a deeply rich faux fur rug which encases your toes when stepped on, against the natural, light hardwood floors to provide a sense of grounding and stability. Imagine crisp white sheets on the curved bed frame of the Tea & Chantilly Upholstered Bed, like our Joyous Jacquard White Bed Linen Set, with the dainty pattern of the Soufrise Ditsy Floral Bed Quilt effortlessly layered on top. To add extra depth, layer a snug, plain throw over the top of a patterned one; we think the Dreamy Cotton Bedspread in Ivory is perfect for this. Add the gossamer lace and subtle floral embroidery of the Brigitte Bedroom Cushions and your bedroom is off to a wonderful start.

Peachskin Quilted Bedspread in Petal PinkChateauneuf Rustic Bedside Table

Provide some contrast and balance by selecting a few finishing touches which have more typically “masculine” features, a splash of black or silver detailing, or a piece of furniture which has strictly straight lines, such as a coffee or console table.

The new pretty trend is airy yet elevated, elegant yet comforting and will make you want to cocoon yourself inside the reassurance it provides. Drawing inspiration from traditional femininity, and providing its own contemporary and playful twist, any room styled with this inspiration will shine as an emblem of the pride of the soft side of femininity.

“There is no one way to be feminine, and the same is true when it comes to interiors and fashion.”

The Bold Type

There is no one way to be feminine, and the same is true when it comes to interiors and fashion. Whether you want to create a soft, muted, and safe haven which is easy to consume, or whether you want to build a loud, proud, and boldly lavish room which captures the attention and ensnares the senses, there is space for you in this trend.

Creating a space which is bold but not overwhelming or overstimulating is a talent in itself, but hopefully these tenets can offer some guidelines to work within when creating your fabulous boudoir.

The key to unlocking a bold style is to utilise the advice given for the new pretty aesthetic – the curved edges, the tactile materials, but to also mix this with an emblazoned twist. Introduce balance to the room, if you have selected a white, plump, bouclé chair that you could fall into like Alice down the rabbit hole, offset this with something solid, like a thick wooden coffee table made from walnut or mahogany, or perhaps opt for a tinted glass table which offers the illusion of more space and texture whilst adding a contemporary touch. Florals have been reintroduced to the fashion and interiors world with a new twist and we are loving how Pearl’s Place in Frome, Somerset have styled this.

Using a statement wallpaper with gorgeous florals, we love the way they have successfully styled this to create a feminine aesthetic.

The Granville Stripe Upholstered BedTeal Blue Cotton Velvet Quilted BedspreadLa Sérénité Bedside TableAmortie Pink Velvet CushionTiered Leaves Large Pendant Light

If you’re not a fan of florals, there are plenty of other ways to embolden your space and give it a luxurious edge. Using jewel tones to accentuate the soft colours, and employing hard materials, like solid wood, metal, marble, and glass to counter the bouclé, faux fur, and silks is a wonderful way to display balance and add a subtle assertiveness to your room.

Toile Liberté BedToile Liberté Rectangle CushionWhite Pleat Bed Linen Bundle

Using the soft aesthetic of the Love In Idleness Reversible Upholstered Bed and the pale oatmeal of the Vanilla & Sesame 5-Drawer Chest of Drawers and matching bedside tables, we recommend using bold prints, such as our beautiful Toile Blue Table Lamp, the Country Toile Blue Bed Linen, and Ikat Embroidered Blue Cushion. We love this look, made of tonal hues of blue, and playing on the traditional soft aesthetic with a new and exciting edge.

https://www.frenchbedroom.co.uk/vanilla-sesame-5-drawer-chestThe Love Handles Large Lamp

Altogether, this new trend offers a new way to create spaces which are personalised, expressive, and inviting, and more importantly: infused with meaning. It encourages us to thoughtfully select individual pieces, and as a result, perhaps inadvertently encouraging slow fashion in the interiors industry. This new trend relies so heavily on the tastes of the individual creating the space and asks us to select furniture and detailing which makes us feel something.

We invite you to create your own modern feminine sanctuary, using the tips and tricks we have offered in this article. Share them with us on social media to inspire our team and our followers alike! The post Timeless Trend: Modern Femininity .

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On the day of her wedding, Red’s Mother helped her to dress in her very finest clothes. Her smock was freshly washed. To cover her carefully plaited hair, she wore a white headscarf her Mother had embroidered with garden flowers – pale pink roses, dainty sweet peas, pastel hollyhocks. Her fiancé had sent her a dress to wear – modest blue, the colour of Mary, and tightly laced at the back. It had belonged to her fiancé’s mother, when she had been Red’s age.

Red’s Mother set a lambswool mantle over her shoulders, and stepped back to look at her handiwork.

“You’ve made the right choice, child,” she said. “Stay upon this path.”

“Yes, Mama,” said Red. “Let me take cakes and wine to Grandmother now, so that I may see her one last time before I am married and my husband takes me away.” Mother nodded, and handed Red the basket that Red had carefully packed the night before.

“Don’t use this as an excuse to be late,” she warned.

“I won’t be late for my wedding,” promised Red.

“There’s a good girl,” Mother said, and bade her daughter farewell with a kiss to her forehead.

.

Red’s Grandmother did not live in the village. Grandmother lived all alone in a cottage in the woods.

Red had loved the woods since she was a child. So many bluebells, like an ocean all around her! Wood anemone, primrose, violet, cowslip! How beautiful they were! How sweet they smelled! No matter how often Mother had scolded her, she had always run right back to the woods the moment she had the chance. She knew every stream and every tree.

When the Wolf bid her good morning in his rich dark voice, she smiled at him. He was not a stranger.

“Good morning, Mister Wolf,” she said.

“Where are you headed on this delightful Spring morning?” he asked her.

“To my Grandmother’s cottage,” Red replied. “I’m taking her some cakes and wine, and a little embroidery to remember me by. I’m getting married today, and my fiancé is taking me far away, so I don’t know when I’ll be able to see her again.”

“What a dutiful and good Granddaughter you are,” the Wolf observed. Red laughed.

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” she said.

This Wolf wished her good day, and Red continued her walk to Grandmother’s cottage.

‘Spring flowers are my favourite,’ she thought to herself. ‘They are so brave, choosing to sprout and bloom when the world is still against them. I’m sure it won’t be the end of the world if I wander from the path a little to gather some.’

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Red arrived at Grandmother’s door as planned, but with a delightful bouquet of wildflowers added to the cakes and wine in her basket. She pushed open the door and peered cheerily into the darkened room.

“Good morning, Grandmother!” she called merrily. “I have come with wine and cakes.”

“How thoughtful of you,” Grandma replied. “Do come in and bring them over to me.” Red stepped lightly through the shadowy cottage. When she reached Grandmother’s bedroom, the Wolf was waiting for her.

“Good morning,” he said. He was sitting on the edge of the bed by Grandmother’s pillow, on the far side of the room to Red. Grandmother was sat up in bed, in between Red and the Wolf. She beamed at them both.

“What a deep voice you have,” Red observed.

“All the better to greet you with, my dear,” the Wolf replied.

“What big eyes you have,” she observed.

All the better to see you with, my dear,” the Wolf replied.

“What big ears you have,” she observed.

“All the better to hear you with, my dear” the Wolf replied. He stood up, and walked around the bed to meet Red. He gently pulled off her white headscarf, embroidered with garden flowers. “Ah, there are your ears,” he said.

“All the better to hear you with, my love” Red replied.

“And what big eyes you have!” the Wolf observed.

“All the better to see you with, my love” Red replied.

“What a sweet voice you have,” the Wolf observed.

“All the better to greet you with, my love” Red replied. She took the Wolf’s paw.

“With these vows,” Grandmother said, “you have declared yourselves wolf and wife. What the Gods of the forest have joined together, no man may put asunder.”

Red and the Wolf drank the wine, and then broke one of the cakes in half to eat together. Grandmother smiled at them all the while.

Then Red took off the lambswool mantle her Mother had given her, and the modest blue dress that the woman who had wanted her for a daughter-in-law had sent to her. She replaced the modest blue dress with a dress that her wolfish mother-in-law had sent – deep green, like the forest, and trimmed with silvery wolf-fur. Grandmother had hidden it under her bed.

In place of the lambswool mantle and white headscarf that her Mother had embroidered, she pulled on a red riding hood that she had made herself – as bright as holly berries, and stitched with runes and sigils. She had hidden it beneath the cakes and wine.

Last of all, Grandmother gave her a smooth stone that she had drawn up from the deep, deep well behind her cottage.

“Keep this stone with you wherever you go,” she instructed her, taking her hand. “So long as you have it with you, then any who lay hands on you or your husband to do you harm will find that their bellies fill with stones. They will be no danger to you then.”

“I have something for you too, Grandmother,” Red replied. She took the bouquet of wildflowers out from her basket.

“These will be Spring flowers, made bright and strong by the sun and the dew, for as long as I am alive,” she told her. “If they are thriving, then so will I be. You’ll never have to worry about me so long as these flowers are in bloom.” Grandmother thanked Red, and the Wolf went to put the flowers in water.

Red folded the white headscarf her Mother had embroidered with garden flowers – pale pink roses, dainty sweet peas, pastel hollyhocks – and tucked it into her belt. For a moment, she was quiet. Then she took the final thing out from her basket.

It was a red headscarf, and Red had embroidered it with woodland flowers – tough little snowdrops, hardy bluebells, bramble blossoms protected by claw-like thorns. Her favourites. She held it out to her Grandmother.

“Tell Mother I love her,” she said quietly, “and give her this. I embroidered it for her. I hope one day we can talk again.”

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How to Dress for Your Husband in Bed

Dressing for your husband in bed can be a fun and intimate way to enhance your relationship and add excitement to your time together. Here are some tips and ideas to help you choose the right attire like sexy lingerie, role play costumes, bra and panty etc to create a memorable experience:

Understanding His Preferences Communicate: Talk to your husband about his preferences and fantasies. Understanding what he finds attractive can guide your choices. Observe: Pay attention to his compliments and what he seems to enjoy seeing you wear.

Lingerie Options Babydoll: A short, loose-fitting nightgown that is both sexy and comfortable. Often made of sheer fabric and lace. Teddy: A one-piece garment that combines a camisole and panties. Available in various styles, including lace, satin, and mesh. Corset and Bustier: Tight-fitting garments that cinch the waist and enhance the bust. Pair with matching panties or a thong. Chemise: A simple, slip-like nightgown that can be made from silk, satin, or lace. Often more form-fitting than a babydoll. Bra and Panty Set: A classic choice that can be incredibly sexy. Look for matching sets with lace, embroidery, or other details. Robe: A silky or sheer robe can add an element of surprise and elegance. Consider wearing it over lingerie or on its own. Stockings and Garter Belt: Pair these with any lingerie set to add a touch of sophistication and allure.

Role Play and Costumes Fantasy Costumes: Consider outfits like a nurse, schoolgirl, maid, or other role-play costumes that align with his fantasies. Themes: Create a themed experience, such as a romantic evening, a playful game, or a seductive surprise.

Colors and Fabrics Colors: Red, black, and white are classic choices, but consider his favorite colors and what looks best on you. Fabrics: Lace, silk, satin, and sheer materials are popular for their sensual feel and appearance.

Accessories and Details Jewelry: Simple and elegant pieces like a necklace, earrings, or a bracelet can enhance your look. Shoes: High heels can add a touch of glamour and make you feel more confident. Perfume: A light spritz of a favorite scent can make the experience more memorable. Makeup and Hair: A little makeup and styling your hair can add to the overall effect. Think about what makes you feel sexy and confident.

Confidence and Comfort Confidence: Choose outfits that make you feel confident and attractive. Your confidence will shine through and make the experience more enjoyable for both of you. Comfort: While looking sexy is important, make sure you are also comfortable. Being at ease will help you relax and enjoy the moment.

Setting the Mood Ambiance: Create a romantic atmosphere with dim lighting, candles, and soft music. Surprise Element: Consider surprising him with your outfit. A little anticipation can add excitement. Playfulness: Be playful and open to experimenting. Teasing and flirting can make the experience more enjoyable.

Practical Tips Fit: Ensure that whatever you choose fits well. Ill-fitting lingerie can be uncomfortable and distracting. Quality: Invest in high-quality pieces that will last and make you feel luxurious. Variety: Mix and match different styles to keep things exciting and fresh.

Ultimately, the most important thing is to have fun and connect with your husband in a way that strengthens your relationship.

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butterbeer.

| draco malfoy x hufflepuff!reader | fluff |

a/n: requested by my dearest hufflepuff, @fitzfiles​ i’m so soft for draco 

You sat curled up in the Hufflepuff common room, your thick herbology book resting on your lap. Cedric was beside you on the couch in his golden quidditch sweater, smiling kindly at you. 

“Do you see? In order to care for the mandrakes, you must bury them in the soil like this,” you showed Cedric your notes. Every Friday afternoon was spent tutoring Cedric in herbology after your shared class. 

“Yes. You’re much better than Sprout at explaining it. You should become the new herbology professor when the bloke finally retires.” Cedric grinned at you. 

“I like Professor Sprout! That would be fun though!” You giggled. 

“Oi, Y/N! Your boyfriend is griping to be let in here,” One of the Hufflepuff girls called to you as she entered the common room. You smiled at her apologetically, squeezing Cedric’s shoulder as you stood. You walked to the painting, letting it swing open to reveal Draco Malfoy. 

“Hi,” you smiled at him, and he gazed at you softly with a loving smile. His usual arrogance and sharpness was gone from his expression as he looked at you with utter adoration. 

“Hi, darling,” he stepped into the common room, kissing your forehead lightly. 

“Cedric.” He nodded, greeting your best friend. Draco had been a bit prickly toward him when the two of you first began dating, but he warmed up when he realized that Cedric wasn’t a threat. 

“We’re not quite finished. Do you mind?”

“I’ll wait. You can’t go in this anyways.” he said, nodding to your school uniform you hadn’t changed out of.

“I know, darling. It’s warm in here and I haven’t had the chance to change.” 

You walked back over to the couch, and he sat on the floor on a golden cushion, his head resting against your thigh. You lightly ran your fingertips through his snowy white locks as you leaned over your herbology book, helping Cedric identify the differences between the plants for your O.W.L.S. 

The other Hufflepuffs no longer stared at Draco, now used to having him in their common room. Draco was often hanging around, enjoying the warmth and coziness, and the way he was welcomed. He found that he much preferred it to the chilly, marble elegance of the Slytherin commons. 

One of the second-year girls walked over, setting down a plate of pumpkin pastries.

“Y/N, Draco, Cedric, have some,” She said sweetly, smiling at the three of you and sitting down across from the Slytherin prince. 

“Draco, would you maybe look at my potions paper? I swear Professor Snape hates me, and I’m nervous.” She asked shyly, and Draco sat up. 

“Of course, let me see.” He took the paper from her hand, and she moved to sit beside him. You smiled down at your boyfriend, and the kind way he spoke to her. 

“This is great, but you should add here that polyjuice potion takes a long time to make...” He fell into soft chatter with her, showing her where her paper could be stronger. Draco was gentle, careful to praise the younger student on what she did well. It warmed your heart, and you turned back to finish with Cedric. 

“This is perfect. I’ll put in a good word for you too, with Snape. Please, I’m always happy to help you or tutor you if you need it, alright?” he asked her as she stood.

“Thanks, Draco.”

“Of course.” 

“I love it when you’re sweet.” You said, leaning down over Draco and kissing the tip of his nose. He stood, helping you to your feet and taking your heavy textbook for you.

“I’m still mean!” He teasingly defended himself and you shook your head at him with a small smile.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell Pansy that you’re secretly nice,” you teased back and he followed you to your dorm. 

He set your textbook down on your desk, mindlessly folding the various clothing you had tossed over the back of your chair or top of the trunk at the end of your bed. He was extremely neat, always folding your clothes or putting things back in their places whenever he visited your dorm. 

“Y/N, is this my quidditch sweater I’ve been looking for?” He asked as you pulled a yellow Hufflepuff jumper over your head, letting it fall over your black skinny jeans. 

“Um, no, it belongs to my other boyfriend who plays on the Slytherin quidditch team,” you answered with a straight face. 

“You’re dating Theo behind my back?” Draco asked, humor laced in his voice.

“No, sorry, the other one,” you bit back a giggle as he reached for you, tickling your sides and making you squeal.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry, I’m yours, Draco!” You squealed, trying to escape as your laughter interrupted your breathing. 

“That’s right. You’re mine,” his voice dropped a few octaves, making you shudder with a small smile on your face. 

“It doesn’t smell like you anymore. You can have it back.” 

“Oh, I can have it back?” he smirked, pulling. you into a kiss. 

“But I want another one in return.”

“Y/N, that jumper is mine too. And that one.” He pointed, and you rolled your eyes.

“You have plenty. You can share.” 

“Come on, let’s get going.” 

Draco wrapped a scarf around your neck and fastened the buttons on the coat like you were a child. You knew he was just doing it because he cared, and you let him, taking any affection you could get from Draco. 

“Where are your gloves, honey?”

“I don’t know,” you admitted, and he frowned.

“It’s cold, you can’t keep losing them.” 

“I know, let’s go now. I’ll find them later, for next time,” you begged.

“You can hold my hands so they don’t get cold, and my coat has pockets.” 

“Alright, love, come on,” Draco wrapped an arm around your waist, holding you to him as you apparated to Diagon Alley. 

You shivered as snowflakes gently dusted into your hair, the freezing air nipping at your skin. You squeezed Draco’s hand, and he led you through the bustling street, weaving through groups of people. Draco was right, it was cold, but you didn’t dare complain, not wanting a lecture from your boyfriend about how you should keep better track of your gloves and hat. 

“Y/N, go ahead,” he gently pushed you in front of him as he opened the door to the Leaky Cauldron, helping the two of you escape the cold. 

Draco kept a hand on the small of your back, leading you through the crowded pub. You squeezed through the crowded area, and ascended a flight of stairs to the second level. You smiled when you saw your favorite spot was open, a window bench with lots of pillows and a street view. You took a seat in the large round window, and Draco settled beside you. 

“What can I get for you two?” A waitress asked.

“Butterbeer for us both, please.” You said politely, and Draco added vanilla cookies. She smiled and promised to have your order soon.

“Thanks for helping me escape school. I needed some “us time” away from it all,” you told Draco, who planted a kiss to your lips. He tasted like sage and vanilla, and his kiss was sweet and gentle. 

“Of course, I love spending time with you,” Draco wrapped an arm around your waist, and you leaned into his side, your head resting on his shoulder. He turned and kissed the crown of your head, his fingers lightly tracing the embroidery on the sleeve of the coat you wore. 

The waitress returned with your drinks, and you grinned, leaning forward and wrapping your hands around one of the glass mugs. Draco smiled at your excitement. He loved seeing you happy, even if it was over small things, like a warm drink on a cold day. You were so sweet. You were kind to everyone, especially him, and he loved you for it. You were the breath of fresh air and the gentleness he needed in his life, and he was profoundly in love with you. He adored you, and he was secretly happy when you stole his sweaters, because he loved to give them to you. 

A tiny silver necklace with a moon charm always rested beneath your collar, matching the one he war. He’d given it to you as a gift on your birthday, three years ago when the two of you started dating, and you never took it off. It made him happy to see you wear it proudly. Sometimes, he would watch you from afar, seeing your fingers touch the pendant lightly whenever you missed him. He’d walk up to you then, and see your face light up with joy when you saw him.

“Draco, can I have one of your vanilla cookies?” you asked sweetly, looking up at your boyfriend expectantly. 

He held out the plate to you, and you picked up the top one off the small pile with a smile. You bit into the soft cookie, smiling at him gratefully. He kissed your cheek, and you fed him a piece. He lightly nipped at your fingertip, making you squeal with delighted laughter. 

“Don’t bite!” You giggled, pecking his lips, which now tasted like sugar and butterbeer. 

“M’sorry, love,” Draco laughed, not sorry at all. 

The two of you played chess on the tabletop with a small set the pub had while you drank the butterbeer and finished off the cookies. You watched the snow fall outside, and Draco tried to teach you chess strategies, though you were mostly lost. 

“That’s alright. It’s getting late, anyway.” Draco said when the two of you got stuck in your match, the empty mugs long forgotten. You looked up, seeing that the sun had set, and the only light outside came from buzzing street lamps. 

You held Draco’s hand tightly as you stepped out into the cold night, burying your face in his shoulder as the two of you walked back to a side street where you could apparate back to Hogwarts without being seen. You held your breath as Draco waved his wand, and you were suddenly back in your dormitory, disturbing your once-sleeping cat. 

“Will you stay?” You asked Draco, and he nodded, a small smile pulling at his lips. 

“Of course.” He kissed you, wrapping his arms around your waist and hugging you.

You hung up your coat and scarf, slipping your boots off and placing them in the bottom of the wardrobe. Draco draped his slacks, sweater, and undershirt over your chair, and pulled one of his jumpers you had stolen over his head. You stripped before pulling another over your head, his last name stitched on the chest. You turned to see Draco was pulling down your duvet, and you smiled at him softly. 

You walked over, freeing your hair from your plait and picking up your brush from the dresser. Draco’s pale fingers wrapped around the brush, prying it from your grasp. You smiled up at him as he gently brushed the tangles from your hair, helping you get ready for bed. You sat on the sheets, knees pulled to your chest, and Draco softly dragging the brush through your hair. You were nearly asleep when he finished, yawning as you sat up. 

“Get some sleep, love.” He slipped into bed behind you, pulling the duvet to cover you both. He murmured a spell to shut off the lights, darkness falling gently over the two of you. 

He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling your back against his chest, settling with you into his arms. 

“Goodnight, Draco.” You whispered, and he kissed the back of your head.

“Goodnight, Y/N.” 

[irosariaz]

STEAL YOU AWAY {DILUC}

You're stuck in a loveless arranged marriage; your husband doesn't even talk to you and as loneliness is about to swallow you whole a bright young man appears and brings passion to your heart again | NO MAJOR WARNINGS APPLY | PART 1/? | FEM READER

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Sometimes you managed to convince yourself that things were actually good and your life was full and happy, that your parents made the right choice when they married you to someone who was basically a stranger just because of his wealth... but most days you could barely get out of the bed without feeling like a bird wanting to fly but instead trapped in a cage.

Even if you were grateful for the beautiful house, the dresses, the delicious food and basically anything you could ask for, the life you were living was empty and you hated it to no end; you were not seen as a woman, only an acquisition to this rich family...and especially to your husband who never even glanced your way despite indulging you with everything you could ever wish, he didn't even sleep in the same room, and barely made any chit chat when he dragged himself into the dining table to have a meal with you; he was not mean nor abusive but his apathy towards your situation pained you, the man noticed this and started asking for favors every now and then, giving you tasks and duties as to entertain you...and in a way, it made your entrapment slightly better.

Almost a year went by without you even noticing, your friends had stopped visiting long ago and letters from your family were scarce, but still somehow you kept yourself busy managing the house and tending to several business affairs; and one day out of the blue just before diner time you were greeted by your husband with a magnificent rose bouquet, the flowers were in full bloom and laced with a white ribbon, his face was serious and he seemed a little bit uncomfortable by the gift but still he was as polite as always, it was unexpected to say the least and it made you happier than what you would like to admit, but still in your heart you knew that it was not truly a sincere gesture and soon enough loneliness came rushing back.

He calmly explained that because of your wedding anniversary, a party was expected and that the both of you needed to sort everything out in the city; get a caterer, new clothes, decorations and new stationery for invitations.

You couldn't remember the last time you were in the city of Mondstat since you barely left the manor and it was, after all, in the middle of the forest, and in your excitement you put on your prettiest dress; it was red, with a thick layered skirt and silver embroidery along the long sleeves, the brown corset that held it together was tied with a black ribbon...that you left slightly loose under your chest and some extravagant heels that we're definitely not meant to walk that distance; your husband was taken aback by such a bold choice, but stayed as silent about it as always.

The excitement was hard to contain but still keeping up with appearances was important, so even if the need to run through the busy streets was overwhelming; you remained calm and composed as you chose new pottery, wrote on dozens of stationary samples and tried on several constricting dresses one after another.

The sun was setting when you finally headed to your last stop, your feet hurt like hell and you felt like crying, not even a lovely day in town was free of the responsibilities of the convenient marriage.

"I specifically chose to arrange the preparations today because it has come to my attention that Master Diluc is also spending the evening in Mondstat-" your husband started to whisper in your ear "It is of great importance that we make a good impression; especially you my beloved"

Before you could even articulate a reply a weird feeling spread through your body, and as you looked up at the Angel's Share balcony; the gaze of a certain young man locked with yours.

His eyes were sharp and mean, the bright color made you feel uneasy and exposed, the way his gaze slided through your body immediatly reddened your cheeks, especially considering the fact that you were dressed rather temptive to say the least.

Embarassed, you lowered your gaze and as soon as you looked up again the gentleman had vanished back inside.

Your husband rushed into the tabern, not even noticing the exchange.

As if he was waiting for you, Diluc was reclined against the bar, looking straight at the entrance as you both walked in.

Between greetings, negotiations and endless ass kissing from your husband to Master Diluc, there weren´t a lot of things for you to say, besides... ever since he looked at you for the first time, you were too flustered to look back at him.

Before you knew it the redhead was delicately holding your hand to his lips...

"It was a pleasure to meet your acquaintance Miss, and it will be an honor to attend your celebration"

The moment your eyes met your heart skipped a beat and suddenly the world made sense.

If your husband noticed the tension he didn't say a word.

The silence between you on the way home was deafening.

That night you couldn't sleep, and for the first time in what felt like a million years, the longing for something you couldn't have burned you from within.

When you dressed up for the day and stared in awe at your own reflection, noticing how pretty that blue dress made you look the decision was already made.

Your husband was late for dinner, but as soon as he sat down the question was out of your lips.

"May I go to Mondstat on my own again?"

The look on his face was undescribable, but when he saw that this was a serious request he just raised an eyebrow.

"My darling you are free to come and go as you please, this is your home not an enclosure"

The word home made you nauseous, but as soon as the food was gone from the plate so were you.

Time went by quickly, in such a way that when you were in front of the Angel's Share you couldn't believe it.

Hesitation plagued your thoughts as you reached for the doorknob; and someone opened the door just as you were about to take a step back.

"I was hoping I got to see you before the anniversary party"

Diluc Ragnvindr in all of his glory, his sharp mean eyes staring right into yours.

He extended his hand, inviting you in.

[ry0chann]

honeymoon

event // kinktober day 10 - reader in lingerie

pairing // Oda Sakunosuke x fem!reader

genre // fluffy (?) smut

wc. // 515

warnings // ⚠️ nsfw!! , oral (f)

notes // this should've come out yesterday, but ofc, i got caught up with shit 💀 anyway, here's a reference pic for the outfit bc my words will not do its beauty justice. also this is kinda short and ends abruptly bc i didn't feel like writing much plot and i kinda had writers block :/

kinktober m.list

"Do you like it?" you ask, stepping out of the bathroom to greet your newly wed.

You walk out in a champagne-colored silk robe, letting it hang open. Beneath it, you wear the lingerie set you had bought prior to this trip. The material was sheer, laced with white embroidery. Oda stares at you in awe, eyes glistening with complete admiration. He rises to his feet and makes his way over to you, his hands slipping under your robe and onto your waist.

"You look gorgeous." he says, placing a kiss on your forehead. "I love when you dress up for me."

You didn't own many sets like this one- or many at all for that matter- but it was a special occasion, so it was only right for you to get dressed up for him. He definitely liked it more than he was letting on, too. His kisses traveled from your forehead to your cheeks, then to your lips, which is where he became fixated. He held your body close to his, hands toying with the ends of your bralette as he kissed you passionately.

It all felt so romantic- it always did- yet somehow it was different this time. While yes, he was taking things slow, his grasp on your body was tighter than usual. His kisses gradually became more hungry, and they'd travel down every inch of your skin. He had you on the bed now- the robe you had on now piled on the floor; forgotten about- his lips nipping at your neck. He'd leave small purplish bruise along your collarbones, letting his hands roam. They'd grope your chest or glide across your stomach, pulling at your sides.

Every little touch gave you chills; the kisses on your stomach, feeling his fingertips press against your clothed sex, everything gave you butterflies. Delicately, he'd pull your panties down, whispering compliments after every kiss to your skin.

"You're so beautiful." he'd coo. "I'm so happy to finally call you my wife."

His lips make contact with your heat, the soft touch causing you to gasp. Your juices gloss his lip as they move down your folds. His tongue flattens up your slick, getting you to arch your back with a moan. He smirks at your reaction, fluttering his tongue around your clit before taking it between his lips. He sucks the swollen nub with a satisfied hum, grabbing your thighs to keep your legs open.

You whimper, hips bucking up slightly and fingers pulling at his hair. He maintains a slow, sensual pace; leisurely lapping at your wetness and gently squeezing your thighs in the process. Oda's tongue slips into your cunt, a deep moan coming from him at feeling your warmth. In a breathy tone, you moan his name, pulling his hair a little.

He lifts his head, wearing a charming smile as his lust-filled eyes look up at you.

"You're perfect, y'know."

A kiss is placed on your clit again.

"I love you so much." he whispers, before lowering his head and letting his mouth get back to work.

[ellis-ofwoolworth]

the pyjamas the ghosts may've worn, courtesy of @notacaravan 's request

some of this knowledge may be incorrect, i did try to double check my facts but the source that i checked it from may be just as incorrect as the first so. don't take me word as gospel i guess?

the idea of pyjamas were more or less stolen from india and the ottoman empire, around the 17th/18th century, so any ghosts pre-georgian times (robin, humphrey and mary) most likely would've worn nightshirts, their regular clothes or just. nothing. (the first nightshirt was found in the middle ages, so around the time the plague ghosts died).

in georgian times (kitty and thomas), most common pyjama attire were nightcaps and nightshirts (although some women wore their shifts as nightdresses, this probably wouldn't apply to kitty as she's from a richer background). people also wore dressing gowns or bed jackets in the colder months on top of the usual as nightshirts were pretty much just a bit of fabric, so, y'know. not very warm.

as for edwardian times (fanny), nightgowns were still popular, although the high neckline that was popular in victorian times had shifted to be a lower collar, exposing the necks (scandalous, i know /j). in the summer, the full length sleeves were shortened to be at the elbow and be more puffy and bell-shaped. the nightgowns usually had embroidery, or more detail, around the neck area and most came in white (although other colours could be purchased) (i highly suggest looking edwardian nightgowns up, all of them are incredibly beautiful). in the winter, women's nightwear used fabrics more common in men's pyjamas (such as wool or cotton), they were plain but lace or ruffles were commonly added to be more feminine. winter garments varied in colour and pattern. some women had began to wear two pieces pyjamas (again, scandalous /j) but fanny seems the type to go for an elegent nightgown, especially since most women still wore them until after ww1.

around the time of ww2 (the captain), the siren suit became popular (as far as i can tell, for children, women and men), it was basically a onesie, usually put over nightclothes in case of an air raid making people leave their homes in the middle of the night. as for the night clothes, they were often a two piece matching set: a button down shirt and an elastic/drawstring waistband. some sets had more t-shirt like tops instead of shirts. as is often, summer and winter also saw changes in the fabric used, going from more airy cotton to warmer flannel. winter pyjamas had very thick trousers that were cuffed at the ankle and a button fly at the front, the top was usually a crew neck with cuffed sleeves. there was also a very wide variety in the colours and patterns used, in all seasons of the years.

in the late 20th century (pat and julian), pyjamas were two-set pieces worn by both men and women. silk night clothes were popular, as inspired by chinese and indian culture (akin to the mandarin necklines/coats-like style/knots that were gaining popularity in the mid 20th century), but eventually, these styles devolved into most men wearing whatever clothes they found most comfortable, what would've been considered casual indoor attire, and wearing that to sleep, for more ease, comfort and, partly, the economic value of buying less clothes.

[wellpresseddaisy]

The Poshest Bedstead in Islington

Part 5a

Pt. 5a here

Harry went back to the wardrobe and opened another drawer. He ran his fingers over the (all white) rolled stockings before he pulled a pair out. Garters lived in a little pouch attached to the side of the drawer. He pulled out a pair of those, too, and found himself looking at embroidered rectangles of fabric with ribbons attached at either side. 

One read 'Obedience' and the other 'Modesty'. He rooted around again until he found the matching 'Obedience'. They looked a bit old, but not worn or frayed, and he knew muggles had things like that for kids in the past - a reminder of the virtues they wanted them to have, he thought. He'd never been allowed to pay much attention to things like that in school and Hogwarts didn't cover…social history? He thought it was social history. Hermione would know.

But the embroidery matched and there didn't seem to be any plain ones, so he plopped down and pulled on the stockings, carefully, and then tied the garters like the book said before he pulled down the knicker legs and buttoned them.

He stood and hopped around for a moment, surprised at how secure everything felt, before he closed up the drawers and door and opened the big wardrobe. Harry drifted a hand over the fine fabrics and sighed. Surely they didn't think he'd just know? He wondered…

"Er, could I see something proper for the afternoon? Something er, simple since I'm doing schoolwork?" He tried.

Just when he thought his experiment a failure, two garments rustled off a shelf. He caught them and held them out - a plain gown of light, silvery linen and a tunic in pale blue. He set the tunic on the bed and wiggled into the gown. The skirt fell to the floor in a puddle of fabric and promptly hemmed itself to sit just at his ankles. He bit back a giggle and twisted to the side to inspect the lacing. He gave the two lacing ends an even tug and watched the side close perfectly. 

Harry tied it off and took the tunic off the bed. That slipped on just as easily, the shoulders perfectly fitted to him and the neckline just right. The wide sleeves ended at his forearms, showing several inches of the long, silvery sleeves of the gown. A pair of silver linen slippers hopped out of the bottom shelf of his wardrobe and bounced until he slipped his feet into them. They sized to his feet perfectly.

Harry gave into impulse and twirled, watching his skirts swirl around him. He'd never worn anything so comfortable, ever. 

"Magical clothing is the best." He decided, stopping dizzily. 

With a successful foray into dressing himself properly, Harry sat at his desk (his desk!) and pulled a notebook off the stack. He'd reached his OWL year and he really needed to get organized.