#bridal outfit ideas

[shaadiwish]

Bride With The Most Offbeat Outfits At Wedding

[toothyblowjob]

so i recently decided that, while i am still An Entire Man, my gender is complex in a way that i feel can only really be described as genderqueer. and i really like the way i explained it to my boyfriend today--"identifying as genderqueer is my way of acknowledging that there's no blueprint for what i am. i have to carve out a space for myself, because there's not one already."

[roomselfcontain2]

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[samkkshopping]

The Saree Style Edit: Chic Looks for the Modern Bride

The saree, with its elegant drape and rich cultural heritage, remains a timeless choice for brides. Its versatility allows for a wide range of styles and designs, making it a perfect fit for every occasion leading up to and including the wedding day. Here’s how modern brides can embrace the saree trend with chic looks for every event, from pre-wedding ceremonies to the grand reception.

Setting the Perfect Tone with Elegant Pre-Wedding Saree Styles That Make an Impression

Pre-wedding events are a wonderful opportunity to set a stylish tone for the upcoming celebrations. It’s the perfect occasion to showcase a blend of tradition and personal flair. For ceremonies like the engagement or small family gatherings, opt for outfits that reflect your unique style. Soft pastels, muted tones, or even elegant prints can create a sophisticated look. Fabrics such as silk, chiffon, or georgette add a touch of glamour while ensuring comfort. Pair these ensembles with understated jewelry and a fresh makeup look to complete your chic pre-wedding appearance.

Embracing Color and Tradition with Vibrant Mehendi Outfits That Celebrate Festivity

The Mehendi ceremony is all about joy, color, and cultural richness. It’s an occasion where you can fully embrace vibrant hues and traditional patterns with Mehendi Sarees. Consider Saree in lively shades like emerald green, sunshine yellow, or fuchsia, which not only complement the deep tones of henna but also enhance the festive atmosphere. Lightweight materials such as chiffon or georgette are ideal, providing comfort while allowing you to move freely and enjoy every moment. Accents like gota patti, mirror work, or subtle sequins can add a modern twist to traditional attire, ensuring you stand out with a look that’s both fun and culturally significant.

Radiant and Rich Choices for Haldi Ceremonies Reflecting Purity and Tradition

The Haldi ceremony is a significant ritual that celebrates purity and new beginnings. For this special occasion, opt for sarees in shades of yellow, gold, or other warm tones. Haldi Sarees are often characterized by their simplicity and comfort, featuring minimalistic designs with subtle embellishments. Fabrics like cotton or linen work well for this ritual, allowing ease of movement and comfort throughout the ceremony. Enhance your look with traditional jewelry and a fresh, glowing makeup style to complement the vibrant yellow hues.

Graceful and Regal Attire for the Sagan Ceremony That Shows Elegance

The Sagan Ceremony is a momentous pre-wedding event where the bride’s family performs rituals to bless the couple. For this special occasion, select a saree that combines elegance with traditional charm. Rich fabrics like silk or satin in deep, luxurious colors such as maroon, royal blue, or emerald green are ideal. Look for Saree Designs with intricate zari work or elaborate embroidery to add a touch of opulence. Pair with a beautifully designed blouse and statement jewelry to complete the regal look.

Glamorous Sangeet and Cocktail Night Sarees for a Dazzling Celebration

The Sangeet and cocktail night are opportunities for high fashion and celebration. For these vibrant events, choose sarees that exude sophistication and sparkle. Think sarees with sequin work, metallic threads, or bold prints. Fabrics like velvet or silk can add an extra layer of luxury and drama. Opt for styles that allow you to dance and move freely, and pair with bold accessories and a glamorous hairstyle. The goal is to create a striking appearance that reflects the joyous and celebratory atmosphere of the night.

Stunning Choices for Wedding Day Sarees That Make You Shine

On your wedding day, your saree should be nothing short of extraordinary. Wedding Day Sarees often feature intricate designs, opulent fabrics, and rich colors. Traditional reds, golds, or even royal blues can create a stunning bridal look. Choose Bridal sarees with elaborate embroidery, heavy zari work, or precious stone embellishments for a truly regal appearance. A well-designed blouse with intricate detailing will complete the ensemble, making you look like a vision of grace and elegance as you step into your new life.

Dazzling Reception Sarees for a Radiant New Beginning

The reception is your moment to shine as a newlywed, and your saree should reflect your celebratory mood. Opt for Reception Sarees that are elegant yet striking. Consider rich fabrics like silk or brocade in jewel tones or metallic hues. Sarees with subtle embellishments, such as beadwork or light sequins, can add just the right amount of sparkle. Choose a design that complements your reception venue and overall theme, ensuring that you look radiant and sophisticated as you celebrate with your loved ones.

Final Thoughts

The saree remains a versatile and cherished choice for every aspect of a bride’s journey, from pre-wedding festivities to the grand wedding day and beyond. By selecting the right styles and designs for each occasion, you can ensure that you look and feel your best throughout the entire celebration. For exquisite choices that combine tradition with modern elegance, Samyakk offers a stunning collection of sarees that will help you make a statement on every special occasion.

Frequently Asked Questions (FAQs)

1. What saree styles are ideal for pre-wedding ceremonies? Opt for soft pastels and light fabrics like chiffon or georgette. Elegant prints and subtle embellishments set a chic tone for engagement parties and small gatherings.

2. How should I choose a saree for my Mehendi ceremony? Choose vibrant colors like yellow or green in lightweight fabrics like chiffon. Traditional accents like gota patti or mirror work add festive charm.

3. What colors and fabrics work best for a Haldi saree? Go for warm tones like yellow or gold in cotton or linen. Simple designs with minimal embellishments ensure comfort and focus on the ceremony.

4. What should I look for in a wedding day saree? Choose rich fabrics like silk in traditional colors. Look for intricate embroidery and heavy zari work. A matching blouse and accessories complete the stunning bridal look.

5. How to pick a saree for the reception? Select rich fabrics like silk or brocade in jewel tones or metallics. Subtle beadwork or light sequins add sparkle. Ensure it complements your reception theme and style.

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[edwardwilliams1]

5 Tips to Create Sensual Outfits on a Budget

Discover boudoir outfit ideas to create sensual outfits on a budget. Explore mix and match, accessories, versatile pieces, sales, and creative flair. Elevate your style affordably!

[scribeanand]

Dresses ideas for homecoming

[wandaverse]

playing with fire.

— buff firefighter!wanda x college student!reader

— summary: the 5 times you meet and the 1 time wanda lights a different kind of fire

— tags: pure fluff, major horniness, implied smut

— word count: 1,252 words

1. the first time you meet is late at night when there’s a fire in your dorm.

someone down the hall sets fire to their microwave trying to heat up a burrito. deeply asleep with fatigue from the week’s intense assessments, you don’t hear the screeching alarms.

without hesitation, a chilvarous wanda arrives at the scene and kicks down your door, carrying you out bridal style. wanda’s not complaining, not with the way you sleepily nuzzle into the safety of her neck.

through your sleepy haze you wonder who the buff woman carrying you out the building is, she smells like smoked cedar with faint hints of sea salt. you decide that you like this scent and the warmth that accompanies it.

2. you next meet at a sorority party gone wrong.

your friends get the stupid idea of trying fire breathing. the only thing you end up breathing though is clouds of smoke when your sorority house almost burns down. wanda arrives in the nick of time in her blaring red truck and douses the flames.

something else ignites within you though when you meet her properly for the first time, awake and certainly alert. you take in the sight of her breathless figure after rushing to fight the flames. so this is who saved you that night in your dorm… oh.

wanda is not particularly amused at you and your friends’ irresponsible antics. you shrink under the weight of her disapproving gaze, but also can’t help but cheekily grin. wanda can’t stay upset, she has to admit you look cute with ash all over your face.

3. your paths cross again when you notice a kitten stuck in a tree while studying on your campus’ lawn.

after many futile rescue attempts, you call emergency services and once again your knight in shining armour (or rather, reflective PPE) arrives. she gallantly climbs her ladder and saves the kitten. you don’t deny enjoying the view of her sunkissed skin when she takes off her jacket to swaddle the kitten.

afterwards, wanting to prolong the encounter, wanda asks if you want to ride with her in her fire truck to drop the kitten off at the nearest vet. you excitedly accept her offer and enjoy the trip around the city. wanda secretly steals fond glances at you, looking adorable with the kitten in your lap.

4. the next time you meet is not in the face of life threatening danger, but rather danger to your self-composure.

on a regular trip to the supermarket, you pass the row of calendars and your eyes land on a familiar face on the annual westview firefighters calendar sold for charity. you can’t ignore the curiosity that compels you to take a sneaky peak at its contents.

your cheeks instantly burn red when you turn to february’s page and find your favourite firefighter scantily clad and leaving little to the imagination. standing in a shallow pool of water with flames raging around her, wanda poses with an axe slung across her shoulders, wearing only a black training bra and her firefighter pants. her buff arms and unsurprisingly toned abs are on show as she stares directly at you the camera. you fight the urge to bite your lip at her flexed muscles, her sunkissed skin, the shine of her sweat mixing with ash. you’ve never felt so taken before, you forget your bearings for a second.

that is, until you hear a familiar voice call out your name.

your ears register her presence before your eyes and you quickly shut the calendar, throwing it back on the shelf as if its touch has burned you. you ready to make an excuse until you finally look up and find the firefighter just as scantily clad as, if not more than, her outfit in the calendar’s photoshoot.

wanda approaches you, seemingly in her post-workout fit and you have to stop yourself from drooling at the sight of her sweaty and taut arms and abs, only this time in real life. god, the photo doesn’t even do her justice. wanda calls out your name again with a husky laugh and your blush profusely, realising you’ve been caught ogling her not once but twice.

5. you meet once again when you move out to an apartment near campus and decide to cook dinner for yourself.

you quickly realise that you actually have no idea how to cook when your entire kitchen ends up in flames. wanda arrives just in time and puts out the grease fire. for a second, you can’t help but question fate. it’s as if there’s only one firefighter in all of westview with the way wanda always finds her way back to you. you’re not complaining though.

she turns to you and scolds you for your carelessness, but not before checking that you’re okay and not hurt by the wild fire. your heart secretly skips a beat at the continued display of care. ever the prince charming, isn’t she?

before she leaves for the next emergency, though, she asks you out for dinner instead. unsurprisingly, you say yes.

+1. the evening of your first date arrives.

you’re lounging on the couch in your apartment watching a sitcom when you hear a knock on your window. wanda has climbed up the fire escape and asks to be let in like a lost kitten. you lift open the window with a laugh and she tells you that she’s set up a picnic under the stars on the rooftop. she escorts you back out the window and up the fire escape. you giggle adoringly at her antics.

the evening goes well as you two happily find that the spark between you wasn’t imagined and isn’t going to fizzle out anytime soon. conversation flows naturally and you enjoy the food wanda has cooked for you. she jokes that at least one of you can cook, which earns her a playful slap. but when you reach over to do so, you accidentally knock over a candle and almost burn the entire picnic blanket. the fire is quickly avoided though thanks to wanda’s quick reflexes. she gives you a humuored tsk, but you secretly revel in her display of protection.

the evening comes to an end as the city around you calms down and the stars settle in for the night. wanda escorts you down the fire escape once again and the butterflies in your stomach continue to take flight. when you reach your window, you turn to wanda and thank her for the evening, for thinking of such a lovely idea and packing such a delightful picnic. when you place a goodbye kiss on her lips though and she takes you in her arms, you quickly realise that that’s not the only thing she’s packed.

wanda pulls back and blushes sheepishly at your realisation, but it’s enough to set you off. all night you’ve been teased with the sight of her shirt lifting and showing the slightest glimpse of her abs, the tight fit of her t-shirt’s sleeve around her arms, the simple yet alluringly attractive way she runs her fingers through her hair. she’s been teasing you all night and you decide that you’ve had enough. you quickly engulf her in kisses and pull her boldly through your window.

your night rages on and as the flaming sun begins to rise, wanda pleasantly learns that there’s one particular fire that she just can’t put out.

the end.

[mattsnight]

I dont care - Matt Sturniolo

Summary: in which y/n and Matt take a shower after sweating at a party all night.

Warnings: drunk, shower sex, use of y/n

A/N: kinktober fic 5! I hope yall like it make sure to check out my others❤️

Not proofread!!

Honestly, it wasn’t even fun. This “party” you were at was full with drunk people and you felt disgusted. Your hair was a complete mess and your outfit was sticking to your skin. Matt was with you and he felt the same way about himself. His hair was sticking to his forehead and he wasn’t enjoying himself at all.

When you got invited to this party it was clear on the invitation that there was no alcohol, just a cute party to get to know new people in the town. I guess some of them didn’t get the point of it.

You and Matt were both taking your last drink when suddenly an extremely drunk man approaches you. He stares you up and down, not even caring you notice how he’s definitely checking you out. Matt’s blood starts to boil as he grabs your hand. “She’s with me.” He says as his grip on your hand tightens. The man doesn’t back off at first, but then when Matt glares at him he doesn’t hesitate to get away from you.

“Fucking gross.” Matt lets out a deep breath he was holding. He gulps his drink down before taking your hand and leading you outside. You groan as your legs slowly start to give up. You have been wearing these big heels all night and it was hurting your feet. Matt notices and pulls you into his arms, holding you in bridal style. “Matt! Im gross right now, don’t—“ You whine as Matt just keeps walking.

“I don’t care, princess. I’ve seen worse.” He says smirking down at you. A wave of heat washes over you as your cheeks slowly turn red. Matt gently places you in the passenger seat before walking over to the driver’s seat. He puts on his seatbelt before driving off to his house.

When you arrive at his house you are met with his brothers Nick and Chris watching spongebob on the tv. You wave at them before making your way into Matt’s room, taking off your heels and dress immediately. You can hear Matt say something to his brothers before walking into his room to be met with you in your underwear. He’d seen it a lot of times, but it still could get him hard and you wearing that red lacey set wasn’t helping.

“Jesus… you look gorgeous.” He says, hands already on your sides tracing slow circles. You smile at him before giving him a soft kiss on the lips. He returned it immediately before pulling you closer. “Babyyy.. im still sweaty.” You sigh as his lips trail down your neck, not seeming to care about your state. “Can we at least do this in the shower?”

You knew it was going to be a long night, proposing this idea, but you didn’t mind. You were so happy to notice Nick and Chris left for bed already, otherwise they’d definitely would’ve heard both of you in the shower.

Matt has you pressed against the cold wall as his hands are everywhere on your body. Soft whimpers leave your mouth as his hardness slides against your folds. His lips are on your tits, swirling slow circles with his tongue around your nipple. You’ve always known Matt was a tits guy, because he never seems to get enough of them.

He pulls back after a while, proudly admiring all the hickeys he left all over you. His hands move to your clit, rubbing gentle circles before lining himself up at your entrance. A loud gasp escapes your lips. He pushes himself into you slowly.

A second later he’s moving faster and harder into you. Your nails are digging into his shoulders as you get lost in pleasure. “Fuck baby.. so fucking good f’me, yeah?” Matt groans as he takes you against the wall, practically slamming into you. His thumb is still rubbing circles around your clit, getting you on edge quickly.

“M-Matt im gonna cum..” you moan out as your walls start to clench around him. Then suddenly a large wave of pleasure washes over you, making your legs tremble. Matt comes quickly after that, shooting his load inside of you. Both of you are left panting.

After a few good minutes he slowly pulls out of you, making you wince. “Shh.. it’s okay, princess.. did so good.” He makes sure to wash your hair and your body before getting out of the shower. He helps you get comfy into your shared bed by pulling you close to him.

He doesn’t care how you look right now, all sleepy and completely drained, he just loves you because you’re you.

[shuchu]

stressed w enrollment but hrngngngn……….. surprising luxiem w a bunny suit…………… ive been thinking abt buying one to show off to my bf but OUGHRHGJRNGNH…………… shu teasingly calling u “usagi-chan” once he gets over his initial shock 🤤

i'm sorry to hear that you've been stressed, i hope enrolment went well anon!! & sorry for the suuuper late response to your thirst ;w;

gosh, how fitting is this now that it's the new year and it's the year of the rabbit

imagine getting a bunny suit to surprise the luxiem boys on new years' eve (〃 ω 〃) thank you for the idea ♡

i'm really fucking rusty so please bare with me ;w;

the thought of shu calling me usagi-chan got me screaming without the s

nsfw/suggestive, minors dni

ᐢ..ᐢ❀ VOX AKUMA

his eyes widen and his gaze rakes up and down you admiring how snug that bunny suit fits on you, showcasing all your curves

he gulps visibly, knowing that it's not gonna be long before his erection becomes painfully obvious

you giggle at his reaction and ask shyly, "you like it babe?"

"like it? good god, i love it." he says with a groan while walking towards you

"how can someone look so hot yet be so fucking cute? i don't know how you do it every time my love."

he gives you a peck on the lips before saying, "do a little spin for me."

you do as you're told and when you turn back around you see him scanning your body slowly from your head, down to your feet and back up

he strides towards you and leans down to capture your lips in a heated kiss

he then picks you up bridal style and starts walking to the bedroom, his erection straining painfully against its confinements

you know damn well that he's going to fuck you dumb in that bunny suit

ᐢ..ᐢ❀ MYSTA RIAS

you walk into his stream room to surprise him with the bunny suit

"babe, i just got this new outfit, how do i look?"

he turns to look at you and he does a double take, his eyes expanding to the size of saucers and his jaw drops

"holy shit y/n...y-you look amazing!" he says while shifting a little in his seat

you giggle, knowing that your boyfriend is getting a little excited

you walk a little closer to him to give him a peck on the lips

his hand moves to your sides, slowly moving them up and down, while he takes in the sight before him

a few minutes pass and he stands up abruptly and says, "we need to go to the bedroom, now."

"w-wait...why?"

"i can't take it anymore, i need you. work can wait."

ᐢ..ᐢ❀ LUCA KANESHIRO

"lucaaaa~" you call out to him in a sing song voice while walking into the living room where luca was chilling, watching some youtube videos

"hmm? what is it honey?" he asks before turning to look at you and his jaw drops. he's stunned and a slight pink tints his cheeks as he scans your figure

"do you like it?"

"do i like it? y-yeah i do...i really do..." he says before licking his lips slightly

his eyes are focused on the way the suit hugs your hips, accentuating it

you giggle when you realise where he's looking at and you say teasingly, "babe, my eyes are up here."

his eyes slowly move up to meet yours and you see the want and need in his eyes

he beckons you to sit on his lap and you do, he then kisses you, his arms holding you close to him

after a few minutes you had to lean back to catch your breath and luca whines a little chasing your lips

he slots his lips against yours again and mumbles, "you look so pretty, so so pretty."

"i can't help it...i want you y/n." he says in between kisses

he swiftly moves to lay you down on the couch, detaching himself from your lips to your neck

you know where this goes after that (￢‿￢ )

ᐢ..ᐢ❀ IKE EVELAND

"ikey can you come in here and help me pull the zipper up? i can't reach."

"sure! are you trying on a new ou-" he stops in his tracks and his eyes widen

you chuckle slightly and he shakes his head a little to come back to his senses before walking to you to help pull the zipper up

both your gazes meet in the reflection of the mirror and he gushes, "you look stunning my love. but what is this for?"

"well it's going to be the year of the rabbit so i just thought that maybe getting a bunny outfit would be cute."

ike hums and his eyes scan your body before wrapping his arms around you, giving you a kiss on the cheek

"my little bunny."

the mental image of you in that bunny suit will be stuck in ike's mind for a while and he blushes a little everytime he thinks about it

ᐢ..ᐢ❀ SHU YAMINO

"shu~ i need your opinion on the outfit that i'm wearing."

"sure, let me see it." he says, turning to face the door

when you walk in with the bunny suit on, his eyes widen and his cheeks turn a little red

"w-whoa..."

you do a little spin for him and you ask, "so? what do you think of it?"

shu visibly gulps and stutters, "um...i- i think you look great!"

"really?" you giggle a little, "i thought it'll be nice to get since it's going to be the year of the rabbit y'know?"

shu smiles, "i like it babe."

"my little usagi-chan." he says with a slight smirk, teasing you

now your cheeks start heating up and you can't maintain eye contact with him

shu chuckles and stands up from his chair to embrace you, "you're adorable."

[eyelambspider]

𝟏𝟔. 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞 || 𝐂𝐎𝐃 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

Late day sixteen of Creeptober! Here is a list of my prompts & event terms!

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : price, soap, gaz, ghost, könig with gn!reader 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : reader! surprises them with a new set of lingerie 𝐚/𝐧 : I put my pretty readers in something black + lacy bc everyone looks good like that 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 : suggestive/light smut(?)

𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞!

when he walks through the door he's only surprised for a second, eyes wide in disbelief before his expression quickly melts into his charming grin.

shamelessly checks you out. his blue eyes are dragging up and down your body, taking in the way your soft skin looks in those black garter belts and thigh-high stockings.

Fuckk the sight of your perfect thighs in those lacy socks has his pants getting a little tighter.

has to hold you, no exceptions. like you aren't escaping his grasp, not when you look so fucking good all dressed up just for him.

get your ass to the bedroom right now-hold that thought-price is just going to pick you up bridal style and take you there himself.

𝐒𝐨𝐚𝐩!

is all smiles the moment he walks through the door. nothing is getting the grin off his face after he's seen you like this; all wrapped up like a pretty present for him.

has to kiss you immediately, and it pretty quickly turns into something hotter, with him showing you exactly how much he appreciates how your ass looks in that lacy black underwear. pulls your hips flush against his so you can feel just how excited he is.

could you be anymore perfect? Flushed face with one or both of your legs over his shoulders? He can picture a few ways he could make you look even prettier if you're willing to indulge him.

your pretty little lingerie is not surviving this man and everything he's about to do to you... fuck it-he'll just buy you a new one baby.

𝐆𝐚𝐳!

when he sees you dressed up he's initially worried he's forgotten something important, like a birthday or anniversary.

nerves quickly become playful flirting and grabbing. he's got his hands on your hips immediately, caressing the velvety fabric, following the seams with his fingertips up and down your sides... taking it all in with a goofy grin on his face.

this is the kind of surprise he's starting to like.

softly kisses the shell of your ear and asks if this is the only surprise you have for him... or maybe he should just take you to the bedroom and find out himself?

definitely chases you to the bed with a soft laugh-god he's in love.

𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭!

suspicious at first, but the sight of your perfect body in that black outfit definitively has his attention.

has reason to be cautious, you definitely wanted something from him huh? he has a pretty good idea what you want, but he wants to hear you say it.

His grip on you is firm, but gentle, and there's a moment he genuinely smiles and appreciates how nice of a surprise this is. Holds you waist as if there's a chance this could be a dream... before he finally curls his arms around you and holds you close with a satisfied grunt of approval.

would at least try to take your lingerie off nicely, but if one fucking button or zipper snags he's going to rip if off you. his patience will just keep getting thinner and thinner, especially when you look so fucking delectable in that lingerie.

you wanted a reaction out of him, you fucking asked for it-

𝐊ö𝐧𝐢𝐠!

When he walks through the door he literally stops dead in his tracks when he sees you, his usual frowned eyes have popped open in what can only be described as shock.

Gott sei Dank you can't see his face, because he's completely red from neck to the tips of his ears.

No one's ever done something so... nice for him like this.

and although he's shocked, the man is rock hard under the seat of his pants at just the sight of you. His blue eyes lingering down to the tiny heart cut out in the center of the chest, revealing the tantalizing softs of your chest. mouth-watering. Once his hands are on you, they're not coming off.

you are not taking it off anytime soon. not if he's got anything to say about it. He's going to enjoy every moment of this.

[shaadiwish]

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[wolfatemybaby]

Chat I’m normal about them

My Zeus was highly based on @neal-illustrator ’s and @anniflamma ’s designs. I mostly winged it with Hera

I wanted Hera to be completely opposite to Zeus but also feel similar without actually being so.

Zeus is buff and top heavy, but isn't too buff, he still has fat for he is a king who likes to indulge himself. While Hera is fat but she has a body of a working mother. I also wanted her to be fat in my design because her statues are chubby. Why is mother skinny in so many designs?! (/not neg) Hera's face shape is slim and flat and Zeus has a full face of hair. So to correlate them together: Hera's hair covers part of her face and Zeus' beard is tied into a braid, "slimming" it down to mimic Hera's natural jawline, and both reaching the same placement in length.

Zeus' lightning bolt floats down and Hera's hair floating to the top shaping into a feather

Of course there's a galaxy bridal like veil that frames Hera's body while Zeus frames his face with his own cloud. Her's being full of colour while his is usually white but can become colourful when enraged. The veil kind of makes Hera feel disconnected from you

Hera's outfits match with the Zeus! Her clothes are more simpler than Zeus' and drape from her right while his drape from his left. Hera hates that they match everyday, and Zeus does as well but pissing off his wife is worth it.

- I stole the lightning bolt chain idea from my friend, August’s Zeus design

- Hera has a piercing in 1st fit which is HC’d that she got it when she was younger and keeps it as an act of rebellion. Zeus also has a nose piercing that he wears at all times

- My friends told me to name Zeus' second outfit the "Eepy Fit" and I was like "If that's the Eepy Fit, it gotta be pink." And so it is pink. And next to it is Hera's Mom Fit // outfit of a working mother in Greece. Think about it (:

- The third outfit you see the couple in: Hera has chains while Zeus' has strings

- Will be talking about the 1st and the 4th fit symbolism in the coloured section

They both have shiny nails, but Hera has her toes painted Zeus' claws aren't. It's inconvenient because they'd get chipped all the time, and he'd have to keep filing the nail polish off and repainting.

Originally I wanted Hera and Zeus look the most human because they are the mother / father of men. eg. making them have human skin colours. It didn't work out in the end but I still wanted to use the colours, so Hera's stomach was her og colour and Zeus' feet and horns are his og colour. And also the lightning scars on her stomach...

Continuing with the colour talk. Colours were the hardest for me when designing, especially with Hera. She went through many variations, and my clone had to sit through over an hour of me stressing. He helped a lot with the colours and I'm happy with the end result.

Green and yellow are close on the colour wheel and I wanted them to phase together like those colours, both having the accent of the cooler tones with Hera's purple and Zeus' blue. But I went in a somewhat different direction: They didn't literally blend together like I hoped in the beginning but they do in a sibling type of way...

I made Hera's skin deeper in colour and Zeus shiny. Then in reverse it for the hair. Her being accented by red because that's one of her colours + period blood symbolism and just her veil being purple, while Zeus being the one wearing the purple. He wears the colour of the barrier between you and her. Her hair is the only shining thing because that's out of the veil

[glorified-red]

Auburn Traditions (Damian Wayne x Reader)

summary: After your wedding, Damian spends the night finding his name in your bridal henna. In the safety of your presence, he can share his true feelings to you. word count: 1,550~ warnings: none Special thanks to @quillsareswords for bouncing ideas around until this fic was born. I am soft for this man. This is the mushiest thing I've written in so long. Literally kicking my feet writing this.

It came as no surprise when Damian popped the question. 

You two flourished beside each other, growing individually in the comfort of each other’s embrace. For years you stood beside Damian. Through high school you helped him study every exam season, said quick greetings in the halls, and even helped him find all his classes his first year. In college you motivated him through finals, went to every pesky orientation, and cheered the loudest when he walked across the stage one final time. 

Almost in tandem, Damian returned the favor. He asked you to Prom your senior year, holding up a shy bouquet of flowers and a corsage. He attended every performance of yours, big or small, because the mere presence of him was more support than you could ever wish for. Damian dragged you to bed on long nights and held you through so many tough ones, never letting go through it all. 

You moved out together years later after you found the perfect forever home and finally made it yours. The walls were painted deep into the night, muted tones swiped onto his nose only for him to fling it back at you. Together, Christmas lights were hung across the house year after year as you danced to the upbeat tunes in your own living room while the fireplace warms you up after a long day in the snow. 

So when Damian kneeled before you, his heart pouring out of his chest as he spoke words of reflection and his own green eyes shining with affection, you had to say yes. A year of bliss with Damian Wayne, your fiancé, soon to be husband. You carved out a section of this chaotic world and made it your own, a section full of adoration and unwavering love. 

The wedding night was one to remember. It was an extravagant night filled with family, music, and laughter. Damian couldn’t keep his eyes off his bride for very long, far too many of the wedding photos showed Damian’s soft gaze towards you. 

Your vows were heartfelt and private, opting to say your true feelings in the comfort of each other and no one more. Damian Wayne, the man of very few words, had the most poetic words fall from his lips that day. Damian Wayne, the man with ironclad emotions, cried in front of you when the vows continued forward—not that he’d ever admit that, but you knew. 

So here you were, the wedding night bliss still radiating off of you as you sat in front of Damian—your husband—on your shared bed. Your outfits were hung up ages ago, torn off the second you could and changed into something more cozy with softer fabrics and looser seams. Bobby pins were scattered across the bathroom sink as you let your hair rest. Damian’s own hair was ruffled, the gel long since worn off. 

Neither of you minded, no amount of makeup or luxurious outfits could make Damian fall for you any harder than he already has. 

“You’re really intent on finding it,” you commented playfully, your voice dipped into softer volume. Your hands rested in his, decorated in vibrant amber. Delicate florals weaved their way across your fingertips and palms, vines twirled across the negative space until their leaves grew on your hands. Mother Earth herself had kissed your hands and let her beauty flow across your skin—her own blessing to the marriage. 

Henna: a tradition that was nothing short of mesmerizing. You remembered the day Damian asked for this, a small portion of his heritage incorporated into the best night of his life. And of course, you said yes, accepting every part of him happily. 

His hands traced along the arabic style that seeped into your skin, spaced out leaves and florals that left a gorgeous amount of free space to show off your own beautiful skin. It wasn’t nearly as intricate as Mehndi, for this style of henna focused on the palms to bring in love and cherish memories. But every dot on your skin was as fascinating as the one before it, carefully placed into a beautiful design. 

“Of course,” Damian responded, his gaze incredibly focused on the detailed pattern on your hands. He flipped over your hands to look at the top. “The fate of the marriage rests on this moment.” 

You snorted, “You just don’t want to admit that I’m the dominant one in the relationship.” 

Damian tsked, “You wish.” 

“Well,” you looked over at the clock, “you have five minutes before that superstition comes true. Better hurry up, bird boy.” 

“There’s no need to rush me, I will find it before the night is over.” 

You hummed in disbelief, a playful tone falling from your lips. The room fell to comfortable silence once more, the only sound was the soft breathing that landed onto the tips of your fingers. 

His hands were so gentle as they touched yours, a faint warmth emitting from his own hands and transferring to yours. Even as he turned your hands this way and that, his fingertips traced along the design. The touch was feather-light, almost tickling the surface of your hand. 

He never touched with much pressure. Even though the dye was a deep rich color, beautifully stained on your hands and wrists, he didn’t dare to wear it thin. Talia herself told you every tradition as she crafted the henna on your hand, happy to play such a significant role in her son's marriage—and welcoming you to the family? She was overjoyed to receive that call. 

So when your henna turned into a darker tone overnight, you immediately knew the deep connection between you and Damian was gorgeously on display. The color signified more than just love and an unwavering bond, but it also represented your place beside your new family, and the love you will surely receive from them. 

“You look beautiful with this on, Zawjati,” he spoke just barely above a whisper, as if the amber design had Damian mesmerized. The words fell from his lips absent-mindedly, a new term of endearment taking flight in an instant. The gesture meant more to him than he could ever explain, from the reconnection to understanding, all the way to acceptance, his heart was unbelievably full. 

You glanced up at him, your eyes met the softened gaze of a man so deeply in love, the rest of the word slipped away. That gaze conveyed more to you than any poetic vow. 

Your heart was equally as full. His simple wedding band was smooth against your fingers, the new shimmer of metal was vibrant against the tan of his skin. Your own traditions having melted into the wedding with the rings, a permanent symbol of the promise Damian made to you each and every day: to love and cherish you.

“That’s a new one,” you said, pushing past the breathless feeling in your lungs. 

He rolled your fingers in his and sparks flew up your chest just like the first day you met him, even after all these years. He hummed in question, his eyes scanning the patterns with deep concentration. 

“Zawjati,” you continued. “What does that one mean?”

Damian shifted slightly, not uncomfortably so, but as if his brain was mulling words around behind his eyes so his body swayed on instinct. “My wife.” 

The smile that broke across your face happened in an instant, a full gleam of happiness filled your body that you couldn’t possibly contain. “Oh?” you teased, as if the words didn’t burrow themselves in your chest to create blossoming trees, “I’ve upgraded now.”

The corner of his lip ticked upwards so slightly you wouldn’t have caught it if you weren’t staring. There was a tint of your lipstick stained on his lips that you didn’t notice before. His fingers toyed with yours, they slipped in between yours with a ticklish touch. 

“I’ve been wanting to call you that for years,” he said it so simply, like that profession didn’t take the air out of your lungs and make your heart flutter alongside it. 

“Years?” you breathed out, stunned by his words. You knew his love for you was profound, but to be looking forward to spending the rest of his life with you for years? Your head whirled from the whiplash. 

“Yes.” Just as simply as the words that came before. “My heart knew who it belonged to the second you entered my life. You were the only one who ever saw me for who I really was, not who I could become. You were the only one who made me look forward to living, not for the sake of saving lives to simply do it again the next day, but to keep coming home to you.”

“You make the future seem possible. You,” he breathed, “you make me want to be better, not because I have to, but because I truly want to. That is why I’ve always been more partial to the other translation of Zawjati.” 

The word rolled off his tongue and your heart danced. “And what’s that?”

His thumb swiped across your pulse point where his name was imprinted on your skin in subtle cursive, easily blending into a vine. He gently brought the point to his lips. 

“My better half.”

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[it-happened-one-fic]

Bridal Visions: Photoshoot #4 - Sumeru Bridal - Worse Things

Summary: You really shouldn’t have been surprised that Alhaitham looked quite so good in a suit, even if it was more lightly colored than his usual outfits. But then, you’d been a little bit too distracted by the vaguely flustering notion of posing in wedding clothes with him. But then, there certainly were worse things. And there were definitely worse partners.

Type: Female reader/ 800 Followers Event/ series/ sfw/ fluff/ Chiori is shipping/

Bridal Visions Series Masterlist

Word Count: 1251

I had to admit, it was odd seeing Alhaitham in a traditional wedding suit. And the fact that it was beige, paired with a dark green, rather than his usual black, made it even odder.

But even with those oddities, I couldn’t deny that he looked amazing. Perhaps even frustratingly so, considering he usually did look annoyingly good.

He’d been a clever choice for modeling wedding attire, and though I didn’t know her, I could tell that the designer, Chiori, was thrilled with his presence.

Traveler had picked well, and I had no doubts that they’d received the full reward for their commission of finding people to model these clothes simply because of Alhaitham. Though personally I still felt like Layla, Nilou, or Candace would have been far better choices than me.

So would Dehya, but she’d shot down that idea so quickly that there was no way she would’ve done this. Even if she did love clothes and would’ve doubtless enjoyed every second of this. 

But she had already made plans with Dunyarzad anyway…

So here I was in the deep green lehenga skirt and matching top that had been designed for the Sumeru section of this bridal line rather than any of the other women whom I felt would’ve been better choices.

And one thing about it, I could tell that no expense had been spared in the design of my outfit. 

At the very least, I was fairly certain that all of the jewelry I had on, from the necklace and earrings to the headpiece, was all pure gold.

I fidgeted with my sheer veil, doing my best to ignore the sheer drama of my outfit as I walked over to the steps where Alhaitham sat. Somehow wholly unbothered despite the fact that we were modeling incredibly nice bridal clothes as a couple.

And even with how gorgeous his outfit was, it was obvious that I was the centerpiece of the photo with how brilliantly colored my clothes were. As if the gold trim hadn’t been enough.

Which was perfectly ridiculous considering most anyone would be looking at his face rather than any part of my outfit.

“Alright, I want you to sit here on the step between his feet. When I give the signal, you two look at each other,” Chiori instructed as she gestured to the steps as Alhaitham looked up. Utterly relaxed as we made eye contact.

I sat carefully, following Chiori’s instructions to fan out the massive, and frankly speaking, gorgeous skirt before I was finally settled enough to glance back at Alhaitham as he finished adjusting the skirt so it rested on the steps to the left of him.

“You don’t usually wear clothes that are lightly colored, but they look really good on you,” I smiled as I spoke. Willing myself to relax and not think too much about any of this.

I was just here to model some wedding clothes with Alhaitham. Nothing more, and nothing less.

He met my gaze directly, his eyebrows lifting, and I felt my smile spread at his expression before I continued. Knowing perfectly well why he didn’t wear these sorts of clothes, “Though I will admit they are rather eye-catching.”

A smile almost flickered onto his face as a flash of amusement went through his eyes and his lips twitched, “I doubt anyone will be looking at me.”

His words matched my own thoughts regarding how utterly fancy my outfit was, but his phrasing was almost enough to make me flustered.

But I reined it in and shook my head, reaching out and patting his knee that was beside me affectionately, “Don’t sell yourself short.”

“And, freeze!” Both of us went still in the sudden directions, with me smiling teasingly up at him as he simply held eye contact.

I felt myself relax as soon as the flash from the camera had dimmed, and I could already hear both Chiori and the photographer talking, “It’s not bad, but…. I think it would be better to get the skirt in motion, don’t you?”

I glanced over to see Chiori staring at both of us pointedly, and I felt my eyebrows lift slightly before I glanced back over at Alhaitham, who’d already stood and was looking down at me.

He held out his hand, and I smiled half-awkwardly, quietly accepting it and standing alongside him as Chiori spoke, “Could you two move over here. I want you to hold her hand as she twirls….”

He nodded, still holding my hand as I gathered up my skirts in one hand as best I could before nodding over at him.

I followed his lead over to the side before letting go of my skirts and glancing over at Chiori, who’d already moved out of the line of the camera.

She nodded, and I spun as Alhaitham held up my hand. And at the last second I looked towards him. Smiling at the sensation of my skirts flaring around me as my eyes met his. 

A smile flickered across his face, either at my giddiness or the raw amount of fabric swirling around me as the golden embroidery and jewelry I wore twinkled in the sunlight.

I slowly spun to a stop as I heard the tell-tale click of the camera’s shutter, and I looked towards where Chiori stood with the photographer. My hand staying locked in Alhaitham’s, where they hung between us as we waited to see what she might say.

And after a moment she nodded and looked up at the two of us, “Looks good. I’ll send your payment through the Adventurer’s Guild.”

I felt myself smile, nodding as I exhaled in relief and started to turn to go before pausing. I frowned at my skirts as I bent slightly to once again gather the layers of green and gold.

Alhaitham watched me, tilting his head slightly, “Do you want me to walk you back to your changing area?”

I paused, blinking up at him in slight surprise before smiling and nodding. Feeling oddly touched by his offer even as I nodded, “Sure.”

“Hmm, while the two of you do that, we might get one more shot of you two walking away,” The photographer spoke up, and we both turned to look her way before I nodded.

“Feel free,” Alhaitham’s answer was nonchalant, and I felt myself smile. Snickering slightly at both his words and tone as he reached out and took my hand once more before we took off.

Walking away and largely ignoring both the camera and the photographer snapping pictures from behind us as I glanced at him, “So do you think you’ll want to go with beige and green when you get married?”

I grinned at him, teasing him slightly as he glanced my way before looking back forward with a single quirked eyebrow, “Who knows. Maybe we’ll get these clothes for free since we modeled them and they were made to our measurements.”

I blinked before feeling myself frown slightly at his words, hesitating slightly before I spoke, not fully voicing the implications of what that would mean, “That would mean we’d have matching bridal attire, though… Nice, matching bridal attire.”

He lifted one shoulder, perfectly unbothered in a way I honestly felt only he could be, “There could be worse things.”

I paused before feeling myself smile as he glanced my way, and I nodded as I felt a smile work its way back onto my face, “There certainly could be.”

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[minxi-mink]

Merry Christmas to everyone! Here’s my gift for @be3zbvb for this years @codesecretsanta ! I’m honestly happy with how this turned and I’m really glad to see Willodd in people’s wishlist hehe

I’ve done two other Willodd pieces for this annual event and I’m glad to add in another ! I hope you like the little comic, that’s technically a bonus as I was only planning on drawing a bridal style piece at first. Sadly the legs weren’t coming out how I wanted them to so I had to crop my original piece.

ALSO PLEASE FORGIVE ME FOR DRAWING WILLIAM USING SUPERSMOKE IN HIS OG FIT, my plan was to design new outfits for them both as a way to show it takes place after season 4 but I just couldn’t get the idea I wanted so I opted for these designs instead D:

[desultory-novice]

"Marxolor Wedding"

@sortanonymous asked if I could draw a Marxolor wedding (they were on the wedding chapter of their fic at the time) with the following conditions 1) it takes place at Merry Magoland and that 2) Magolor wears the tux, Marx wears the dress...

Bonus: Outfit Sketches

I agonized over this a little because Marx doesn't exactly have (enough of) a body for a wedding dress...!! I started off with just a veil till I remembered bridal caps were a thing and that they would neatly cover his head while helping him look more "dressy."

The further along I got with drawing Wedding Marx, the more I realized, "Dang, he's REALLY CUTE!" (till he opens his mouth XD)

...And that thought led me to the punch line of this comic! That none of their friends realized till this moment that Marx, of all people, could look absolutely, stunningly beautiful in a dress!

I would later realize, when reading Anonymous's fic for last minute costume ideas, that they had Kirby officiating the ceremony, but to me, the Dream Friends already HAVE a priest! (A literal officiant!)

He may be cuckoo bananas, but really, what cartoon wedding is complete without a comically bad priest running it, right?