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[acidphosphorusofficial]

Needy Streamer Overload was 60% off today, time to play one of the Menhera community's most known games.

I'm about to have a field day with how crazy this is gonna go lol

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[dottyistired]

please, tell me more about meeting katie mitroff!

what did they say about pearlrose & rainbow quartz?

omg thank u for ur interest, i love ur analyses! it was kind of a spur of the moment thing, i wasn't expecting katie to have a booth at this small con and i didn't realize at first that they were the one to help design rainbow quartz + board we need to talk, but once i did, i let her know it was my favorite episode and sequence! i joked a bit about how frustrating it is for fanartists that bc of the gorgeous lighting, we don't have rainbow's base color palette (they told me what they think her skin color is but my memory's hazy!! i can't believe i forgot the answer to a mystery that's plagued me for nearly a decade!! 😭 it was either blue, yellow or purple...)

on the topic of character design, though, she let me on a little secret: apparently, pearl's season 1a design was based off of stuff available at american apparel at the time! i haven't gone looking myself but in theory if you went digging through early 2010s catalogs you could find her blouse-skirt thingy, minus the star...

(honestly kinda tracks with these early concept arts)

we talked about some non-su things too, and they had this print of theirs for sale! she signed it and even gave me a little extra doodle...i'm not at home rn so i can't show it but i wanna get them both framed...

[blogiyeg]

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[gemini-sensei]

Tutor!Demetri Alexopoulos x Mean Girl!Chubby!Reader

Fem!reader 💘 smut 💘

CW: monstercock!Demetri, teasing, rough fingering, pussyjob, size kink/difference, kind of bitchy reader, pet name (good girl), little to no prep, unprotected sex, probably more tbh 👀

@sensei-venus (unedited)

"Are you even listening?"

Reader looked up from her phone, an unapologetically bored look on her face. "No."

Demetri frowned. When he'd agreed to tutor a struggling student, he'd thought that it would be something nice to do while getting another cool thing to add to his college applications. However, had he known who his tutee was going to be, he wouldn't have agreed to it in all honesty.

Reader was a mean spirited but sly girl. She could smile to someone's face and give them a compliment, then turn around and talk shit about them behind their backs. A single tweet from her could put anyone to shame, no questions asked, and she could make people cry with a look. She made people feel bad about themselves because she walked around in designer jeans and blouses like it was nothing. Most people didn't believe she was a girl anymore and had long been replaced by a demon, but that was neither here nor there.

Surely if she were getting graded for bitchiness, she'd get an A+.

And if Demetri had to compare her to a goddess, it would have to be Aphrodite purely for her vanity.

Sitting in her big cushy mansion while trying to tutor her was beyond infuriating, but Demetri had more patience than most people. He guessed that was why the school staff had chosen him to work with her, but there had been little work being done. It was so hard to get her to focus, but once he had her attention, it was soon lost because she just didn't care.

"Why am I even here?" he asked.

She shrugged and looked back down at her phone. "You're welcome to leave anytime you want. It's not like I care."

Her thumbs tapped away at her phone and she went on to ignore him. He rolled his eyes, ready to pack up and get out of there. This was a waste of time, he decided, and he didn't see the point in staying. However, before he got too far into closing up the books, she leans across him and reached for his calculator.

"I need this," she said, as if she had ownership over anything he had brought there. Though he was less focused on her tone and more engrossed in her tits that sat in his face while she stretched her arm out for the device. Then she sat back with it in her hand and started punching numbers into it. "There's this dress I've had my eye on for a while, but daddy said it's too much to get. But I just got a text saying it was on sale at another store, so if it's a reasonable percent off, maybe I can talk him into finally getting it for me."

Demetri didn't really hear most of what she said. He was too busy staring at her tits as they sat in her low cut top.

It was hard to deny that Reader was smoking hot. She had soft curves and cute round cheeks. Her outfits always accentuated her figure and showed off her best assets. When she wore dresses, they always put her thick thighs on display; her tits bounced when she hurried through the halls in heels; the school's gym uniform hugged her belly deliciously. She was beautiful

Some guys didn't like big girls, not appreciating them or treating them right, which Demetri thought should be a crime. Reader ignored those that criticized her body and focused on herself, which included all the nice clothes and hanging out with her friends.

It did not include paying attention in class or being seem with the likes of Demetri Alexopoulos of all people. It was how he ended up at her house in the first place, because she needed to be tutored but did not want to be seen getting help at a place like the library. Never mind the fact that it felt borderline inappropriate to be there at all, especially with her parents away on vacation. It-

"Oh my god!"

Her voice cut through his train of thought and he blinked, looking at her with burning cheeks. Her mouth was hanging open and he was ready to apologize for staring, but he was quick to see that her eyes were cast downward. As he realizesld what she was marveling at, his cock twitched and she gasped.

His jeans were extremely tight and he was only just noticing. His cock was stuffed down one leg of his pants and he was now painfully aware of how noticeable it was. His hardness created a rather sizable buldge along his thigh and it seem Reader was intrigued.

She looked up at him, licking her lips before she smiled at him. Suddenly, her grin was so mean. If anything, it was too sweet.

"Who knew you were so... big."

And there's the backhanded compliment, he thought. However, he couldn't really focus to that part of it because her attention was all on him now. Her desirable gaze was burning hot and unlike anything he'd ever reviewed before. He shamelessly loved it.

"Why don't you and I forget all this math work and head upstairs?" she asked, scooting closer to him. She put her hand on his thigh and slowly moved it inward.

When her hand came to his cock, she gave it a light squeeze and he groaned. She giggled and he looked at her, getting an idea.

"Or maybe, you get some of this work done and then maybe we could go upstairs," he said. He phrased it as a suggestion, but there was no real options aside from do the work or don't get cock.

She pouted and whined, "but I can't. It's too hard."

He smirked at her. "That's why I'm here, to help you."

He then pulled her onto his lap and situated her to sit right on his boner. She gasped while he groaned, both feeling the way his clothed cock pressed against the underside of her thighs. He put his arms around her and leaned forward, resting his head on her shoulder. She tensed up a bit as he breathed down her neck, sending shivers straight to her cunt and she clenched her thighs together.

He took up a pencil and put it in her hand, them laid his hand over hers and brought it to the paper. "I'll show you how to do the first problem, but then you have to do the rest on your own. Got it?"

"Mhm," she hummed softly and watched his guiding hand.

As she goes down the sheet, Demetri mumbles in her ear whether she's doing it right or wrong, telling her how to fix her little mess ups. Meanwhile, his hands are roaming her body; from her waist down to her hips and thighs. He slips a hand between her pudgy thighs and slide it up her dress, making Reader gasp.

"You're doing so good," he mumbledinto her ear, his hand creeping closer to her hot center. "Keep going."

She slowly spread her legs a little wider to give him more room and he lays his palm over her mound. His fingers began to inspect her panties, which were already a little damp from her catching sight of his bulge. He slid his fingers up and down her clothed pussy, making her whimper softly. Then he pulled the material to the side and pushed two fingers between her folds, finding her wetness and spreading it all over her entrance.

With his touches, Reader began to lose focus. Her pencil stopped moving as she whined, wiggling her hips in an attempt to get more friction against her sensitive lower lips. But as her pencil work stopped, Demetri pulled away.

"Finish the last problem, then I'll touch this wet little pussy."

She looked at him, pouty and desperate, but he didn't say anything more. So she turned to the sheet and worked out the problem. When she was finished, she showed it to him. "Like this?"

He gave it a short once over and smirked. "Just like that." Then he took the paper from her and turned it over, revealing more problems. "Now do this side."

"But-" She cut herself off with a moan as he pushed a long finger into her tight cunt.

He started off moderately slow, dipping his digit in and out of her hole as she worked on the sheet. When she was halfway down, he added another finger and stretched her out on them. He rubbed them against her walls pointedly and especially massaged her g-spot, making her shake in his lap. He groaned as she wiggled and moved, grinding on his hard cock while trying to stay focused. Her hole was gripping him tight, leaking fluid onto his jeans and all over his hand.

As she got closer to the end, he started finger fucking her hard. She let out a little scream and tried closing her legs, but it didn't deter or slow him down. Lewd, wet smacks came from between her legs as he quickly shoved his fingers in and out, eventually adding a third. As she shakily wrote the last few numbers of her answer, he used his other hand to rub her swollen clit.

In seconds, she was coming on his fingers, squirting hard. A torrent of liquid gushed from her hole and splashed the table in front of them, wetting the papers and books they'd been looking at for hours, ruining them. Several bursts of her juices made a mess of not just the table, but her pretty thighs and his jeans. He rode her through it, feeling the way her walls squeezed around his fingers.

When he pulled them out, he put them in his mouth and lapped up the dripping wetness. He hummed around them until he pulled them out with a smacking pop, then turned to her trembling figure. "You taste so good."

She looked at him, flustered and speechless. Her panting breaths fanned his face and he dove in to kiss her, putting his hand on her cheek to pull her in. She tasted herself on his lips and even more so on his tongue when he shoved it into her mouth.

They made out for a moment before he guided her to stand up, their lips disconnecting for only a moment before she's turned herself to face him and straddle his lap. Their hands gripped each other, putting their lips together again. His hands grabbed her waist and he started pushing and pulling her along his hips, grinding her hot, sensitive core along his straining jeans. It sent shivers and electric jolts of pleasure up her body and she whined against his lips.

The grinding didn't last long before he gently pushed her away. "Get up."

She nodded gently and did as he asked, standing in front of him and watching as he undid his jeans and shoved them down his legs. They only got to his mid thigh before he was shoving his boxers down and releasing his hard, aching cock. It stood at attention, tip red and angry with a bit of pre leaking out of his slit.

Reader gasped as she finally saw his cock for the first time. It looked a lot bigger than it did in his pants and she began to ask her self if she was going to be able to take it. She rubbed her thighs together as she whined, "It's so big."

Demetri sat back, pumping himself as he looked up at her. "And it's all for you."

More pre cum bubbled out and spilled down the side of his cock, but wasn't nearly enough to lube him up for her tight cunt.

"Come here," he ordered and she stepped forward. He grabbed her hips and guided her to sit on his lap, cock sandwiched between his stomach and her soaked pussy lips. As he stared up at her, he started rocking her against him and she got the idea fast.

She anchored her hands onto his shoulders and slid her pussy over his cock, coating him with her wetness, but they didn't spend much time doing that. He lifted her hip off of him and she hovered over his lap while hie positioned his cock to her entrance. When the bulbous tip met her folds, she moaned and eased herself down onto him. He helped to guide her, watching her lips pout as the head popped into her tight cunt.

"Oh fuck," she let out as she sank down further. Though the tip of his cock felt like a feat in itself to get inside of her, she didn't let it deter her. Her grip tightened, though, the more of his cock she took, and he learned she had a dirty fucking mouth. "Fuck fuck fuck! Ohmygod!"

Demetri held her hips and stopped her when he met resistance halfway down. She felt so good wrapped around him, at least what she could take, but he couldn't help wanting more. He wanted to bury his cock in her all the way to the hilt.

She looked to see how much of him was left to talk and her eyes widened and she whined. She already felt so full, but there was still so much more of him to take. Looking back up, she leaned into him more and wrapped her arms around him, pouting her lips at him. Then she whimpered his name, "Demetri~"

His brain just fizzled out at that and he lifted her hips and pulled her back down on him, working her on his cock. She moaned loudly, a little unprepared for his initiative, but wasn't complaining. Her pussy was wrapped around his cock tight, stretched to what she thought was the limit, but he steadily proved her wrong with each movement he made. It stung some, but that only added to the pleasure in the long run because his shaft was rubbing against those special spots along her walls.

"You gonna take my cock?" he asked her, watching her face as bliss warmed her cheeks. They were mere inches away from each other and he could smell the sweetness on her breath of candy and fruity drinks.

A small noise came from the back of her through, something between a hum and a squeak. Then she mumbled, "Yeah..."

"You think this tight little pussy can take it?"

"Y-Yeah..."

He licked his lips and watched her carefully, then pushed her down on his cock, shoving the entirety of his length into her wet, clenching hole. She squealed, holding him close as her body began to shake. She hid her face in his neck and whimpered. It was by far the biggest cock she'd ever taken and she wasn't entirely prepped for it, but as they sat like that for a moment, her walls started to relax around him.

"Good girl," he told her, then kissed the side of her head. He rubbed her hips in small circles, helping her to relax as she got used to the feeling of being utterly stuffed full. His lips dragged along her ear as he whispered, "Such a good girl for me."

Involuntarily, her hips lightly bucked at the pet name. He groaned but smirked and moved his hands up her sides, groping her rolls on her waist and belly. She didn't move again for a little while, then buried her face into his neck and peppered small kisses along his skin. She started swiveling her hips, moaning against his skin. He let her move at her own pace, feeling the way he was stretching her out so deeply.

She steadily worked her way up to a moderate pace, grinding her hips against his hard. When she was comfortable and found a rhythm, she picked up her head and smashed her lips against his. He groaned into her mouth and wound his arms around her, putting his hands on her back. They made out heavily as she rode him, both extremely satisfied with how she'd been able to take him. It was hot and messy, full of loud moans and whimpers. Her pussy was gushing around him, keeping him lubed up to the point it was dripping down his balls and staining the couch under them. It made their thighs wet and slippery, making it easy for her to glide on his lap.

Eventually, their lips parted and they panted hot air into one another's faces. Then he pulled at her dress and pulled the straps down her arms, along with the straps to her bra. Soon, he was pulling her tits out and playing with them, taking one into his mouth while fondling the other.

"Oh my god..." she sighed, feeling the knot in her stomach growing tighter. Her walls began to squeeze him harder and she moved her hips on him faster, grinding harder. "I'm gonna come..."

He looked up at her, swirling his tongue around her hardened nipple. He abandoned her other tit and grabbed her hip, helping her keep pace. When he was done playing with her nipple, he pulled off of it and left it puffy and spit covered. "You're gonna come on my big cock, aren't you?"

She looked at him and nodded desperately. She was climbing higher and higher, her head becoming dizzy with pleasure. "Yes... oh god! It feels so good! I- Ohmygod! Demetri!"

She screamed as her orgasm tore through her, body racked with pleasure. She shook on his lap as she creamed on his cock, her cunt milking him for all that he was worth. In an attempt to keep it going, to make him come too, she tried to continue moving her hips on him, but it was hard. Her arms were wrapped around him in an iron grip and her head was hazy. All she could do was feel the euphoria.

But it was okay. Demetri kept her moving, moving her back and forth on his lap as her eyes rolled up. The creamy ring she left around his cock became frothy, making an even bigger mess. He basically used her like his own special toy until the constricting on her velvet walls had his balls drawing up and dumping a fat, hot load. He stopped everything, wrapping his arms around her as his cock shot off like a firehose in her spasming cunt, making sure his tip was pressed against her puckering cervix so she got every thick rope of cum he was giving her.

He sat back, holding her to his chest as she moaned and sighed in bliss. Her head fell onto his shoulder as he filled her up. She felt like she was gonna pop she was so full of cock and cum, but if that wasn't the best feeling in the world, then she didn't know what was.

As they came down from their highs, his cock began to soften, but it didn't change much in size. It still felt like she was utterly full. When she moved to get off of him, he hissed and she moaned - except now it was with a lot more pain. Her hips and thighs were burning and her pussy was sore. She settled back to where she was and sighed.

"Maybe just... uh, wait until I'm not hard anymore," Demetri mumbled.

She nodded in agreement against his shoulder, very much tired after achieving such a feat. After a moment of silence though, she lifted her head and looked at him. He raised an eyebrow at her and she smiled.

"You can come over and teach me anything you want, okay?"

His cock twitched at hearing the implication in her voice and knew he'd be coming back, regardless if they got any actual tutoring done or not...

[iamacolor]

2023 sewing projects - part 1 details at the end of the post (click here for part 2)

Note: I work for a fabric shop so I get most of my fabrics for free as well as some patterns as I have to be wearing our products at work (I definitely consider it a perk). Without this job I would not be sewing as much and I'd probably be buying most of my fabric second hand or on sale as I used to do before. I also sometimes sew during work hours so keep that in mind if you're also a sewist, go at your own rythm 💜 Although I have basic training in pattern drafting I prefer to sew from pre-existing patterns to save on time (as i have to regularly make myself some new clothes for work) and discover new techniques and styles - but I often change stuffs to adapt the designs to my style.

1 - first outfit for my friend's wedding (this one was for the henna night), it's made in a linen-viscose blend and it's very easy and quick to make + i can easily wear each piece separately!

2 - second outfit for my friend's wedding made out of 100% silk muslin (it was a big remnant i found on sale) - i ended up making made a lot of changes from the base pattern: i lenghtened the sleeves a lot, i changed the skirt piece as the og one was too short for me and also too wide for my narrow fabric so i just cut rectangles in the desired length and gathered everything at the waist - the skirt is fully lined both in silk and in lining fabric - I also took a lot in at the middle back and some on the sides (i would've have loved to make a toile but sadly a nasty tendinitis kept me away from sewing for a few months so i had to speed things up before the wedding)

3 - i made this bodysuit last week - it was my first time working on a knit fabric in a while and i should have lenghtened it a bit more than i already did as the shoulder seams are being slightly pulled back - in a viscose/polyester milano knit + modified pants from a magazine in a viscose , large pants in fluid fabrics like that are great for all seasons as i can easily put some tights on underneath when it's too cold. I'm so glad i found a knitted fabric to match the print on the pants!

4/5 - this dress and blouse have the same base pattern from the same book but i modified the end of the sleeves on both (they were supposed to be gathered on a wrist band and closed with buttons) to create a ruffle effect with an elastic - on the dress i took out the collar piece and slightly adjusted the side seams to make them more fitting + i traced another skirt piece based on the back of the skirt in pic1 and added a ruffle at the bottom - the dress is made in a viscose twill and the top in a coton double gauze

6/7 - both of these tops are made from the same pattern, i simply lenghtened the sleeves for the checkered version and on both i tightened the sleeve band - it's a very quick pattern to make. The dotted one is made from a very fine coton corduroy and the checkered one is in a coton double gauze. The pants are made in a thicker corduroy, I'm very much in between sizes when it comes to pants (depending on the brands I cover around 4 sizes between my waist and my thighs at their thickest) I ended up cutting the size for my thighs and simply deepening the folds and the darts to make it fit at the waist + I wanted a loser fit on the legs so i added 1cm on each side

8 - this shirt is made in a linen and viscose blend (same fabric as the pink matching set) except for the contrasting blue elements which are in linen-coton - i had fun playing with the classic shirt finishing and deciding what to do in blue (the buttonholes are threaded in blue!)

9/10 - this top is made from a simple coton gauze, the bodice is lined with the same fabric (super quick to make although the fact that the right and wrong side are the same means i've put in on wrong at least twice lmao) - the pants are made in coton gabardine (i've also had to trace between sizes here - this is a us sizes pattern and for this i'm in between 6 and 10 with a slight redrawing of the crotch and the side seams under the pockets) I love this pattern because it comes in a slim legs version, a straight one, a wide version (this one) and a short version. I've made another large version in orange and a slim version in white.

11 - these pants are made in a coton-linen twill - pretty straightforward in their making, as always I am in between sizes for pants so I cut a size 10 (can't remember if this was in us or uk sizes)and ended up having to do my usual changes for pants by deepening the front folds and the back darts (which I also had to make longer to accomodate not just for my waist circumference which is 2 sizes smaller than my thighs but also the arch of my back). Really like how large the belt is and how the fold is pressed all the way down the leg. I wore it with the green top, a red jacket and gold shoes for christmas eve!

[whitedarkmoonflower]

HELLO! I would like to request a full on fluffy modern!Sihtric fic, where he's desperately in love with reader and he takes her on their first date, and does everything he can to impress her 🥰 (I hope you like the idea! just want to give you a feel good fic to write)

Authors note: thank you @sihtricfedaraaahvicius so much for this lovely request! In the beginning I thought it’s going to be a short and sweet drabble, but then I started writing and it just got longer and longer and now the story already has more than 8000 words and I haven’t  fully finished yet, so I decided to split it into several parts. Don’t worry - that sweet date will come somewhere towards the end, please, just be patient …

Summary: Sihtric – a talented artist – juggles between his passion for painting and his job as a graphic designer. At the corporate Christmas party, Sihtric's unspoken feelings for his boss are tested when a twist of fate brings them closer than expected. 

Pairing: Sihtric x reader (female)

Warnings: actually none, fluff, suppressed feelings

Word Count: 3,4 K

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Tags: @sihtricfedaraaahvicius @hb8301 @zillahvathek

If you want to be added to the tag list - write to me.

Sihtric's alarm buzzed softly, pulling him out of his slumber with a gentle tune. He'd done it again, painted till the wee hours, lost in his own world. Rubbing his eyes, he sat up. 

"Man, today's gonna be a long one," he mumbled, stretching wide enough to feel every vertebra pop.

Hopping out of bed, he wandered to the bathroom. While scrubbing his teeth and waking himself up with a splash of cold water, his mind played out the day's agenda. And looming large on that list was that meeting with you, his boss.

He had joined the advertising firm as a graphic designer just six months back, when it once again had become evident that his unpredictable art sales were simply not enough to cover rent and other bills. And in this short time, he had come to genuinely admire you. It wasn't just because you were the master over his paycheck. No, it was more. You were smart and intelligent, with a discerning eye, having worked with some of the industry's best, always full of energy and bursting with unexpected ideas.

As his coffee brewed, filling the room with a comforting aroma, Sihtric glanced at his workstation. Sketches, notes, and reminders littered the space. He had poured his soul into designs for a crucial client this week.

Sipping his coffee, warmth spreading through his fingers, Sihtric's mind drifted. He thought back to his job interview with you - how awe-struck he had been by your charisma. Every tiny detail from that day was imprinted in his mind: the way your hair framed your face, that crisp white blouse, your piercing gaze, and the assertive yet gentle tone of your voice. It felt like a dream, one where he forgot the reason he was even in that room to begin with.

You looked down at his portfolio and then back up at him, your gaze unyielding.

"Sihtric, I see you've worked with a few ad agencies before. Can you tell me about a particularly challenging project you've undertaken and how you tackled it?"

Those eyes of yours, he got trapped in them like a butterfly in a giant coweb, the question almost going unnoticed. "Oh, um, yeah," he started, voice wavering a touch, "So, there was this campaign... for a... thing, and I did, well, design stuff?"

Your eyebrow raised in a playful challenge, a smirk tugging at the corner of your mouth, "Design stuff? Could you elaborate, please?"

Embarrassed, he tried to muster a clearer answer. "Right, what I meant was I led the visual side of this big campaign. We had... differing views in the team. But, I managed to sort it out, and... made some designs?" He was mentally slapping himself on the face for his incoherence, but there was nothing he could do about it. His mind was racing. He couldn't help but notice the little details – the glint of your necklace, the soft curve of your lips. Vivid images of your fingers brushing against his skin or tangling in his hair made him sweat and he could swear his heart had jumped to his throat.

You leaned forward, placing his portfolio on the desk. "Sihtric, take a deep breath. I'm interested in your work and your experience. Let's try that again. Take your time."

He nodded, grateful for the second chance. Drawing a long breath, he tried to push aside his nervous admiration for you to give a more composed answer. The whole meeting remained a hazy whirlwind for him. Exiting your office, he felt like he'd just finished a marathon, convinced he’d made a fool of himself and butchered his chances. The real shocker came the next day when your secretary called to tell him he'd landed the job.

Sometimes he pondered if he should've declined. He never foresaw the toll it'd take on his heart. Sure, you were drop-dead gorgeous, but it wasn't just that. It was the air around you, the way you carried yourself, the balance between assertiveness and genuine warmth.

And therein lay the rub. Each interaction, from official meetings to casual chat near the coffee machine, even the fleeting moments your fingers grazed while sharing documents, tested Sihtric’s composure. He'd often find himself lingering on your laugh a second too long or jumping at chances to help you out, constantly trying to dial back before raising suspicion.

He had a love-hate relationship with big projects, especially the one he was working on now. The upside was of course spending more time with you – those endless late brainstorming evenings, project discussions gulping down morning coffees, or those afternoon progress check-ins. And then there were of course those quick breaks with some casual chats about movies or music. He lived for these moments, yet they twisted his gut, making the 'keep it professional' attitude so much harder. 

Man, when you'd burst into laughter over some silly office joke or shared tidbits from your weekend, it was like a sneak peek into the real you, the person behind the boss. And, boy, did it send him spiralling.

It was a rollercoaster of emotions. The giddy highs from just being close to you followed by sinking  lows, realising his feelings might always remain a secret. Sihtric took a deep breath, setting down his drained coffee cup. Another day, another challenge to keep that secret under wraps.

And let's be real. The odds were stacked against him. On one end, there was him – an artist, struggling for recognition and forced to juggle between his passion and job in order to be able to pay his bills. On the other, there was you – successful and recognised art director of one of the city's top ad agencies, mastering work challenges with a mix of grit and grace. The idea that you might ever look his way seemed... well, ludicrous and the fact that he was your direct subordinate only emphasised how absolutely fantasy like this notion was.

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The company's annual Christmas party was always a big deal  — a bright spot in the midst of deadlines and stress. The office would light up, literally, with twinkling lights and festive baubles, and for a night, it'd transform into a party wonderland. The aroma of mulled wine and roasted chestnuts wafted through the air as soft carols played in the background making everybody feel warm and fuzzy.

Sihtric was in his element, chatting away with buddies about holiday escapades and the usual office gossip. The night was looking good, he was happy and truly enjoying himself, especially because he'd been recently introduced to this big-shot art lover, who seemed genuinely interested in his unique art style. And thanks to this unexpected acquaintance an exhibition was already in preparation – a dream Sihtric had cherished for years was coming true. Late nights, brushes, paints, and the chaos of bringing art to life now dominated his hours and he revelled in that even if some darker rings around his eyes testified to the lack of proper sleep.

Amid this whirlwind of preparation, another thought continually hovered at the edge of Sihtric's mind — inviting you to his exhibition. He wanted you to see beyond the office guy, to the artist, the dreamer. What better time than a Christmas party? Every time he played the scene in his mind, it would end differently. Sometimes he'd imagine you looking thrilled and promising to attend. Other times, he'd envision a polite but distant decline.

And so he was anticipating your arrival, feverishly brainstorming about the perfect moment for his invitation, as the door swung open, revealing you, looking radiant in a black dress that accentuated every line of your body, leaving Sihtric momentarily speechless and stumbling over his words. He almost choked on his drink, his gaze glued to you, following every so gracious move, his jaw slowly dropping and eyes filling with an expression of deep frustration.

You were laughing, your eyes gleaming with joy as they met those of the tall, dashing man beside you. His arm was draped casually around your waist, a possessive yet tender gesture that made Sihtric's heart sink.

Every laugh you shared, each subtle touch, and those warm exchanges of glances between you and the guy  – it all was like a dagger to Sihtric's heart. A cocktail of jealousy and a pinch of sadness brewed within him, although he kept reminding himself he had no claim over you. He had never voiced his feelings, nor had he let himself believe that someone as radiant and accomplished as you could ever see past his name tag. "Get a grip, Sihtric. She's out of your league, and you had always known that," he told himself. 

But still there had always been that small, naive part of him that harboured hope, whispering tales of “what ifs”. What if one day everything would change and he would muster the courage to share his feelings? But tonight, that hope was crushed under the weight of reality.

Pulling together every remaining bit of his self-control, Sihtric pivoted back to the conversation at hand, all the while battling the urge to keep peeking over at you. But from the corner of his eye, he still saw you both — so wrapped up in each other, dancing to your own rhythm.

As the night rolled on, he kinda lost track of you two. A part of him scolded himself for even daydreaming. Of course, someone as magnetic as you couldn't be single. But, man, it didn’t dull the sting.

Feeling the need to step away for a moment and escape the party's cheerful cacophony, Sihtric made his way to the big, spacious balcony. He hoped the chilly night air might help clear his head from the whirlwind inside. The evening had started so full of hope and anticipation and now was completely ruined for him. Sihtric lit his cigarette, as he suddenly caught a murmured conversation approaching. Hoping for some privacy, he ducked behind a column, trying to blend into the shadows.

He heard at least two people stepping out on the balcony, and suddenly, it was your unmistakable voice that reached him, filled with pain and frustration. "Why her, of all people? My own secretary!" you exclaimed.

"It just... happened," the defensive reply came, which he recognized as your boyfriend's voice.

You shot back, "And you thought hiding it was the answer? I had to find out at our office Christmas party?"

The man mumbled something incomprehensible in response. 

"We're done. Just go. I need to be alone right now," Sihtric heard your voice, quivering with a mix of anger and hurt. 

Caught off guard, Sihtric felt awkward overhearing such a raw, personal exchange. He contemplated stepping out and admitting he was there, but before he could, he heard your boyfriend's quick exit and the sharp sound of the balcony door closing.

He briefly considered staying hidden and letting the moment pass, but seeing the unmistakable pain in your stance, he instantly ditched the idea. Taking a breath, he gave a gentle cough to signal his presence and slowly stepped forward, finding you looking distraught, the twinkling lights from inside casting a glow that made your tear-streaked face glisten. It stung seeing you like this, especially when it felt like he was trespassing on such a personal moment.

Embarrassment and shock pulsed through you with every beat of your heart. Of everyone to witness this breakdown, it just had to be Sihtric - not some fleeting acquaintance, but someone you saw and interacted with every day, someone who knew you and respected you. At least until now.

A wave of panic washed over you. Would he think differently of you now? Your carefully curated image of always being composed was now in pieces. The barriers you'd built so diligently over time  – gone in a heartbeat.

 “Of all the moments...” you whispered.

Sihtric, sensing your turmoil and looking for a distraction handed you a tissue. The balcony was wrapped in a heavy silence until you mustered, "I'm sorry. You didn’t need to be a part of that."

"I didn’t mean to intrude," he responded, "It just happened so fast."

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. "This isn’t how I imagined tonight would go."

"We've all been there," he said gently, trying to lighten the mood.

Choking back a laugh, you replied, "Yeah, but usually not with an audience."

He grinned, trying to keep things casual. "Think of me as a very interested passerby."

Seeing your surprise, he quipped, "Your ex might think he's a shooting star, but to me, he seemed more like a sparkler that fizzled out. And for the record – he's an idiot."

A small laugh escaped your lips, and you shook your head. "Nice try. But thank you. Really."

Sihtric gave a playful shrug. "I’m just being real. But hey, are you okay?"

You paused, your voice softer, "Been better. Thanks for lightening the mood, though."

He took a breath, "Look, I don't want to intrude any more than I have, but you seem like you could use company right now. Can I do something for you? Can I get you a drink perhaps?"

You mulled it over briefly, then nodded, "Alright. As if things could get any worse."

With a comforting smile, Sihtric said, "I’ll be right back."

—-----------------------------------------

The party's noise faded to a dull murmur as you both got lost in the chat.

Sihtric felt a mix of things. It pained him to see you upset, but man, he couldn't deny the thrill of getting this unplanned time with you. He kept sneaking looks, thinking how your smile looked even cooler up close.

A strand of your hair playfully draped across your face, and he had to resist the urge to gently push it back. And with the soft background music, an invitation to dance nearly escaped his lips. But he held back, sensing it might be a step too far.

His art exhibition was on his mind too. He wanted to share it, just needed to slide it into the conversation smoothly.

"You know," he started, swirling the last sip of his drink thoughtfully.  "Besides the whole graphic designer stuff, I paint. There's something magic about splashing colours on a canvas."

You looked intrigued. "Is that so? I always thought your designs had an extra touch of soul. Like there's a story hidden in every piece."

Sihtric chuckled, his eyes brightening, clearly stoked by your comment. The two of you continued to chat, the conversation flowing effortlessly. Emboldened by the ambiance and perhaps that second cocktail, Sihtric leaned in a bit, "You know, I actually have an exhibition coming up soon. It's a collection of my recent works. I... I’d really love it if you could come. I think you might appreciate the stories behind the paintings."

You blinked, processing this. You knew Sihtric was talented, but an entire exhibition? "I'm in," you smiled. "Always had a soft spot for art, especially when it's by someone I know."

His eyes brightened noticeably, and he fought to keep his composure, a warmth spreading across his cheeks.

As the evening wore on, the earlier events combined with the cocktails left you in a heady state. Your laughter became louder, and your steps weren't as sure. Noticing your state and the watchful eyes around, Sihtric decided to step in. This was not the right place to put your vulnerability on display with all the employees and bosses of the company gathered in one place. 

Fetching your coat, he gently wrapped it around you, subtly guiding you towards the exit.

“Okay, boss, looks like it’s home time,” Sihtric said, his tone light, attempting to infuse some humour into the situation.

You chuckled, a sound that was melodious yet laced with the unmistakable touch of too many cocktails. “I’m not ready for the night to end,” you protested mildly, though made no effort to resist as Sihtric waved down a taxi.

When the car pulled up, Sihtric had a moment of awkward realisation - he had no clue where you lived. That was a detail that, somehow, had never come up in all your office interactions.

“So, uh, where to?” he ventured, a hint of embarrassment in his voice.

You rattled off an address, the words a bit slurred but intelligible. When he recognized it as one of the city’s posh neighbourhoods, Sihtric's eyebrows rose a notch. 

The gentle hum of the car's engine provided a steady backdrop to your sporadic, light-hearted giggles. Every so often, Sihtric would sneak a peek at you. Tonight had been a whirlwind, and he was spinning from the rapid shifts in emotion. One moment he felt he'd lost any chance with you, the next, he learned you were single again. And amidst it all, he had managed to extend an invite to his exhibition. But as he looked at your tipsy, carefree state, he silently hoped you'd remember their conversation come morning.

Upon arrival at your grand apartment complex, you leaned into him, the evening's indulgences making your steps falter. As you fumbled around in your pockets for keys that were conspicuously absent, the reality of the situation began to set in.

"Oh no," you murmured, panic lining your voice, "I think I left my handbag at the party."

Sihtric's eyes widened as he processed your words. "Are you sure? Think. Where did you last see it?"

You tried to recall, but the fog of alcohol muddled your memories. "I...I don’t know. I think I left it on the bar counter when I went to get a drink."

Sihtric sighed, taking a moment to think. Feeling your weight lean into him as you struggled to maintain your balance, he instinctively wrapped an arm around your waist to stabilise you.

"Okay, let's think this through," Sihtric began, his voice calm and measured, "Going back to the party venue at this hour might not be the best idea. They're likely cleaning up or closing already. Tomorrow first thing, we can check for your handbag. For tonight, do you have any friends or family nearby?"

Your head shake was slow and a bit exaggerated. "They're miles away."

“Any chance there’s a spare key somewhere? Maybe a friendly neighbour?" he asked.

You hesitated, "I... I've kept to myself mostly."

In the quiet night, the predicament seemed to amplify. Here he was, in the dead of night, with his drunken boss outside her apartment, both locked out. He could never have imagined a scenario like this.

After a deep breath, he said, "Alright, look, I have a couch at my place. It's not much, but it's comfortable. You can crash there for the night, and we’ll sort everything out in the morning."

You blinked, a bit caught off guard by the unexpected offer. On any normal day, you would've politely declined. But right now, with your thoughts swimming in a cocktail haze, you giggled and responded, "Really? Are you sure?"

Sihtric smiled, "It's not a problem. It's late, you need a place, and I can't, in good conscience, leave you out here."

The car ride to Sihtric's place was a tranquil one. You leaned into the window's cool embrace, fighting off sleep, while Sihtric's mind raced, piecing together the night's unexpected twists.

The dim lighting of the apartment complex hallway cast elongated shadows as Sihtric tried to guide you up the stairs. But with every step, it became more apparent that the task was not going to be easy. Your laughter, interspersed with hiccups and mumbled comments about your ex-boyfriend, echoed in the quiet corridor. And then, without warning, your laughter turned into soft sobs.

Sihtric, concerned, looked down to find tears streaming down your face. "Hey, hey," he tried to console, "Husch, it's okay."

"I just can't believe he... he..." you hiccupped, struggling to find words, the hurt evident in your eyes.

Seeing you in this state and realising that climbing the stairs in your condition would be an ordeal, Sihtric made a quick decision. Gently, he swept you up in his arms. It wasn't about your weight but more the electric jolt from the closeness, that sudden rush of intimacy that had his heart doing flips in his chest. Instead of pushing him away, you snuggled deeper into his embrace, your head finding its natural resting place on his shoulder.

Feeling your soft breaths against his neck and the gentle grip of your fingers, he had to fight to keep his balance. The ticklish sensation of your hair brushing against his cheek, your soothing breathing rhythm, and the lingering scent of your perfume all combined to form a heady mix that sent his head spinning. Every part of him was hyper-aware of you, so close and real, making everything else fade into the background.

Managing to unlock his apartment door, he stepped inside and gently placed you on his bed. "Just... just stay here for a second," he whispered, moving quickly to rummage through his closet for spare sheets and blankets for the couch.

But when he turned back, the gentle sounds of your breathing told him you'd already drifted off to sleep. For a moment Sihtric stood frozen, absorbing the sight before him - the serene rise and fall of your breath, the way the dim light from the street painted your face in soft shades. It was a moment of quiet beauty. Your hair splayed out, lips slightly parted, lashes casting shadows—everything about you in this moment felt so intimate, personal. It was a sight he'd never imagined he'd witness. 

Despite the unexpected turn the evening had taken, a warm feeling settled in his chest. He carefully removed your shoes and tucked you in, making sure you were comfortable. And this time he gave in to his urge to brush a strand of hair away from your face, his fingers lingering on your cheek for a moment, silently wishing he could be the rock you leaned on, the one to chase away any sadness. In his heart, he knew he'd move mountains just to keep you from any pain. You deserved nothing but happiness, and the thought of someone causing you heartache infuriated him.

With you sleeping soundly, he settled on the couch, wrapping himself in the cosiness of blankets. As sleep claimed him, a dreamy smile played on his lips—a dream where he was your hero.

[alangdorf]

I got married this summer!! And I spent the year leading up to it designing & patterning & making my dresses! So here they are; unfortunately my photo selection is pretty limited cause our photographer got almost no fullbody pictures of me alone from the front, but w/e

My wedding dress/outfit/what have you consisted of an Edwardian-ish blouse and a skirt which I drafted off of an actual Victorian walking skirt pattern except since I didn’t wanna obtain/wear a corset & bustle I took out the hip shaping so it just turned out to be a partial circle skirt that’s a little longer and fuller in back. Oh, and the front panel was actually two overlapping panels which could be folded back and attached to the inside of the skirt. I wore it closed at the actual marriage part which I didn’t get good pics of, and open at the ring ceremony, which is where all the above pics were taken. The pants were resale, but I did make my veil and bouquet!

The second dress was very inspired by this set of classic lolita OP’s (particularly the one in the first two pics) which I first saw back in 2021 and I’d been itching to make something similar ever since, so I picked up the fabric for it when it was on sale back at my old job and then pencilled it in as my reception dress so I would actually get around to making it. (Although fun fact both of these outfits STILL need more sewing done before they’re completely ready for regular wear lol. Someday) I got the cameo for the brooch off Etsy (it has a butterfly on it) and my grandma bought me the shoes for Christmas last year, though I added the bows to them (they’re removable and I also made a pink set) and also made the earrings and hair bow.

Anyway we recently got done moving and stuff so hopefully I will be able to do more art soon! (Also they/them preferred as usual 💜)

[resplendentoutfit]

Callot Soeurs (Callot sisters) was a leading Paris fashion design house from 1895 through the 1920s. The fashion house was operated by the sisters Regina, Marie, Marthe and Joséphine Callot.

They were taught by their mother, a lacemaker. The eldest sister, Marie was a trained dressmaker. The sisters started out embellishing lingerie and blouses with antique ribbon and lace. The enterprise quickly took a turn for success as the sisters began creating their own dress designs.

Right: the Callot Seeurs label

Left: The sales room of the haute couture house Callot Soeurs, c. 1910.

Evening dress from 1900-14, designed by Callot Soeurs • Silk, cotton, metal

Callot Soeurs dress • 1910s

Day dress with collarless tunic • c. 1924

[kpop-fanatic-lover16]

White Diamonds - Park Sunghoon

Pairing: Enhypen Sunghoon x fem!reader

Genre: fluffy, angst, some suggestiveness toward the end

Warnings: uh rejection? Brother Jay being protective?

Word Count: 4k

A/n: so uh yeah I was supposed to make all of Enhypen's stories Christmas related and I ran out of time so Sunghoon's is New Year's themed! Enjoy!

♡

The sound of your heeled boots clicking on the tile floor in the department store gave you a sense of style as you walked over to a rack of clothes near the back of the store. Skimming through the hangers, you found the right size you needed and went to the register. A smile greeted you as the lady behind the counter traded out your new size for the size you previously got in a Christmas present. 

Something caught your eye in the display window underneath you. It was a diamond necklace, glittering up at you. It wasn't priced too high which furthered your interest. Your shopping partner noticed you taking interest in the necklace. 

"Can we take a look at that necklace?" he asked, pointing at the one you were staring at. You opened your mouth to reject the idea, but the lady behind the counter already agreed kindly, pulling it out from under the glass and setting down in front of you. 

"Thank you," you softly said, smiling at her before taking a good look at the jewelry. The male next to you pressed his body lightly into your right shoulder, peering down at the necklace. His eyes peeked up to look at your reaction to the diamonds, wondering how badly you wanted it. 

"Do you like it?" he asked, keeping the conversation between the two of you low and private to avoid the sale's lady trying to convince you to buy it. You smiled at him and nodded, loving the design and placement of the diamonds. He reached in his back pocket for his wallet the instant he knew you liked it. 

"We'll take the necklace too." he stated, handing the lady his card. He tried his best to keep a straight face when he looked at you to see your eyes had gone wide with shock and surprise. 

"Jay," you gasped, smacking his arm. "I've got my own money."

"Consider it an early birthday present." he said, taking the bag your new blouse was in as well as the bag holding your new necklace. "I have to spoil my little sister somehow."

"My birthday is not for another seven months." you dead panned. Jay only smiled, walking in front of you to get the door. He was proud of himself for finally buying something you liked instead of guessing randomly on your interests. 

The two of you continued to walk around near the shops, getting some free time and relaxation before the New Year's Eve Ball the two of you were required to attend to by the order of your parents. Every year the two of you were required to attend and showcase the strong and beautiful aura of your family business, which you weren't interested in partaking. Jay helped when he could but wasn't interested in taking over the business just like you.  

"Who are you taking tomorrow?" you asked Jay, referring to the dates you both had to have for tonight. Jay took a sip of his coffee as the two of you rounded the corner of a building. 

"I'm taking a girl from my extracurriculars class," he replied. You raised an eyebrow at him wondering why he chose someone he didn't know. He noticed your quirked eyebrow and rolled his eyes playfully.

"Yes," Jay confirmed your questioning look. "I'm taking her so that I'm entertained for the night by all of her questions rather than trying to come up with random small talk like I would with one of our cousins or an old friend. Like you."

You bit the inside of your cheeks at his words. He was right. Small talk was always the worst, and you almost always were paired with a cousin or a random stranger your parents knew. Not this year though. You had other plans for a date. 

"Who's going with you?" Jay asked opening the door into another store. He furrowed his eyebrows when you simply stared at him. Then realization hit him, his eyes lighting up in hotly disapproval, "No, absolutely—" 

"No!" Sunghoon, your brother's best friend, declined with a tone filled with disbelief. Your face fell in annoyance at his answer. 

Sunghoon and Jay were tighter than a corset when it came to their friendship. Sunghoon always came over for dinner twice a week and stayed over most nights, having more fun at your house than his. Despite him and Jay being so close, the two of you had your own relationship. You would call it a weird one after he rejected your affection for him back in the first year of high school. But after six months or so of him continuing to treat you nicely, you forgave him and let him still be a part of your life. 

To say you were torturing yourself would be an understatement considering your feelings for him only grew stronger as he went through maturity and grew in height. He was so incredibly handsome now. On the nights he stayed over, you had to give yourself mental pep talks to talk yourself out of the idea of you and him together. Jay knew about it too, which only made things more difficult. 

Currently, you were at Sunghoon's house as you finished making yourself a cup of coffee to warm you from the cold outside. You gave Sunghoon a pout, hoping that would change his mind; it didn't. He shook his head, leaving the kitchen to go back to his room. Now that he was on the run from your question, you had to chase him before your reasoning fell flat.

"It would be a one-time thing!" you cried out, desperate to get him to agree since you were all out of time trying to find someone. The ball was tonight and that meant either you were going with Sunghoon or going alone. Alone was not an option.

"Why can't you go with a cousin or something?" Sunghoon was now leaning back into his pillows, scrolling through his phone. You didn't answer him which made him raise an eyebrow at you.  He was going to be very hard to get on board with this idea. 

"Sunghoon," you sighed out, setting your coffee cup on his nightstand before dropping down onto his bed, laying purposely on his legs, which he complained at. "I don't want to go with one of my cousins. I would rather go with you because you would make that stupid Christmas event worth going."

He rolled his eyes at your whining (his heart was pounding at your choice of words) and went back to staring at his phone. When you wouldn't get off his legs, he reached over and grabbed another one of his pillows, smacking you harshly with it, "I already told you. I'm going out with Heeseung for a guy's night. Plus, as much as I like going places with you, I hate that Christmas event. I hate dressing up and pretending that I'm enjoying myself in the moments where we have to interact." 

"I know but I have to have a date and I refuse to go with someone I don't know!" you also took this time of year to show yourself off and showcase the growth you'd gone through each year. Sunghoon would be lying if he said the last few times your Christmas looks made him slightly regret rejecting you so long ago. The party reminded him of that moment and now that he returned the affection, he didn't want a reminder that you couldn't be his. 

"What does Jay think?" Sunghoon's words made you pause, trying to figure out how to word Jay's opinion without digging yourself into a hole. Sunghoon's scoff pulled you out of your thoughts and made you angry. "Classic older protective brother. I'm not going with you, so find someone else."

You got up from his bed with anger and grabbed your coat. "Screw you, Sunghoon."

An hour later, Sunghoon's phone rang. Confused, he lifted his head from his pillow and grabbed the phone to look at the person's ID. Jay.

"Hey," Sunghoon answered, laying his head back down and blinking a few times to rid his body of sleep. 

"I have a tux for you."

"What?" Sunghoon furrowed his eyebrows. What was he talking about? A tux?

"I know you don't have one and you need to wear one or else my parents are going to kill the both of us later," Jay said over the phone only making Sunghoon more confused. The silence on the end of the phone made Jay stop rolling the cuffs back on his sleeves. Did Sunghoon tell you no?

"I'm not going," Sunghoon sighed, finally realizing what Jay was talking about. "I'm going out with Heeseung tonight."

"You rejected my sister for the second time?" Jay deadpanned. Sunghoon was weary of Jay's tone. When he put it that way it sounded horrible. 

"I'm not going to your family's New Year's Eve Ball."

The line was silent. Sunghoon checked to see if he had hung up, but realized he was still there. "She can't go alone."

"Jay," Sunghoon sighed again, pinching the bridge of his nose out of stress. "You know I like her. You've been telling me since we became friends that she was off limits, and I've respected that. Going with her when she looks that beautiful is like asking me to walk out into public naked."

"It's doable." came the reply. Jay laughed when he heard Sunghoon's complaints tumbling over the other end. "Fine. You owe me one from tenth grade. Saving you from that paper that was due. This is me asking you for a favor, please, just take her and I'll thank you later." 

Sunghoon couldn't argue with that. He'd been in a really bad spot with that paper. With that, he caved, "If something happens, I blame you. And she is pissed at me so expect her not to be in a good mood."

"Don't worry, once she sees you, her mind will be made up." Jay told him, finishing his sleeves and taking the phone back into his hands from his shoulder. "I'll send over the tux."

It was about an hour away from the Ball when you finished getting ready. Since this was the last year of you being under your parent's house, you had picked the most elegant gown you could to help send you off into the real world. A pearl white ball gown with a deep sleeveless sweetheart neckline. The gown shimmered elegantly when you twirled it back and forth like a little girl trying on a dress for the first time. You pinned your hair up nicely after curling it and added the diamond necklace Jay purchased for you yesterday. He also found some earrings to go with it the next morning. For your shoes, you were secretly going to bring converses to change into in the limo on the way there because you'd be on your feet most of the night.

"Y/n," your mother called up to your room. "The limo is here."

You huffed, pulling the pearl white shoes with a shiny solid stiletto heel onto your right foot and then your left before carefully, yet gracefully, walking out into the hall. Jay came from his room stopping to take you in. 

"That's your best look yet," he commented. 

"I would hope so," you smiled, closing your door behind you and looking for a place to hide your converses. Jay smirked at you and held his hand out. You gave him the shoes and watched as he tucked his right arm behind his back and offered you his left arm to walk you down the stairs. "Thanks."

"What are the shoes this year?" he asked as the two of you began to walk down the stairs. As soon as you took the first step, he knew they were difficult to walk in. "Pumps?"

"Stilettos." he grimaced at you and held the converses a little tighter.

"I'll be sure these make it to your limo," he promised, amazed at your ability to walk, much less down the stairs. You squeezed his arm gratefully as you finished the last few steps safely. When you came around the corner into the entry way, you paused, looking at a sight you never thought you'd see. 

Park Sunghoon, in a tux. Looking way more handsome than usual.

Jay looked at your expression and saw it held question. Then he saw some kind of anger flash through your eyes. Oh boy, what did Sunghoon say to make you so mad?

The sound of your mother's amazed gasps drew you away from looking at Sunghoon (who was looking at the shelves of books and hadn't noticed you yet) to greet your mother with a smile. She helped you choose tonight's look, and you were so glad despite how much you hated going to the ball. Now that you were on steady ground, Jay unhooked his arm from yours and kissed his mother on the cheek before heading out to your limo to hide the shoes. 

"It turned out to be more beautiful than I thought!" she gushed warmly, squeezing your arm gently and comfortingly. All the sourness you felt when seeing Sunghoon washed away at her words and affection. You were grateful for her. 

When Sunghoon heard the commotion behind him, he turned to see who was speaking. His eyes glazed over every inch of you, feeling his heart jump to his throat and begin to beat rapidly. He swallowed hard. This is exactly what he was afraid would happen the second you appeared in front of him. There was no way he was going to be able to control himself from blurting out all of his feelings to you. Only when Jay reappeared, Sunghoon remembered his place.  

Jay came over to stand next to Sunghoon, following his friend's gaze over to you. He knew the turmoil going around in Sunghoon's head, but as much as he loved Sunghoon as a friend, he loved you more and couldn't bear the thought of him possibly breaking your heart. You didn't need that. Though the look on your face when you looked over at them spoke volumes of its own. 

"Jay," your mother called to him. "Your limo is here. You need to go get your date before the party starts."

Jay simply nodded, patting Sunghoon on the back and kissing your cheek before leaving the room. Your mother left also, leaving you and Sunghoon alone. He could sense your anger from where he was standing, which frightened him a little bit.

"Why are you here?" you asked, looking at him. Sunghoon shifted slightly, uncomfortable under your stare.

"Jay."

"Oh," you scoffed, realizing that this situation was actually worse. "So, you're not here because you want to be here, but because Jay either threatened, bargained, or convinced you to come. That's actually worse than me going alone."

Sunghoon knew this night was going to be terrible if he didn't fix this. You watched as he crossed the entry way in long strides to stand in front of you. "Look, I'm sorry I was so negative earlier. Jay has never let me take you out even if it was for a family event, so I naturally said no. I've already had to reject you twice and now that Jay has approved of me taking you to the New Year's Eve Ball, can you let me do it properly?"

Some of his words surprised you, leaving you wondering what his side of your relationship had been like this whole time. If Jay was the middle blocking the end, how different would things be if he wasn't a factor in your relationship? Because Sunghoon was trying to make the night positive and explained some of the motive behind him rejecting you, you decided to let your anger go. 

"Okay," you sighed. "Park Sunghoon, will you go to the New Year's Eve Ball?"

Sunghoon smiled, "With pleasure."

A little while later, the two of you were in the limo heading to the place the event was being held. After several minutes of driving, your eyes were scanning the car to see where Jay had put the shoes. He promised he would put them in here. 

When you couldn't find them by scanning the interior, you unbuckled your seatbelt and puffed your dress out in front of you to provide mobility. Sunghoon watched silently as you lifted things and opened cabinets in search for your shoes, which he didn't know about. The sound of your huff made him speak.

"What are you doing?" he was more than amused at the sight of you on all fours in a ball gown digging through cabinets.

"I'm looking for my shoes that Jay put in here." 

"You mean to say that you are bare footed?"

"No," you denied. "But I will be if I can't find these stupid shoes!"

Sunghoon began looking around the car, trying to help you find them. He happened to look down next to him, noticing a pair of converses on the seat. He grabbed them and held them up, "Are these it?"

You looked over your shoulder at him to see the shoes in his hands. Slight irritation pulsed through you at the fact that he'd found them faster than you had, and he was still seated nicely. With difficulty, you got back into the seat and took the shoes from him, muttering a small "Thank you".

His eyes widened when he saw you pull up the bottom hem of your dress, exposing your stiletto heel. "You were wearing those?"

"Uh yeah," you smiled. Handing him the heel while you finished changing out your shoes. He stared at the heel in shock, wondering how you were walking in the first place. The car pulled up to the venue as soon as you finished tying your shoes. 

Cameras were flashing which caught him off guard. You smiled and grabbed his hand in yours, "Just focus on me."

Later in the even the music started to play, and dancing took place on the dance floor. You were standing with Sunghoon over by one of the walls, watching everyone around you walk, dance, chat, and laugh. Just like Jay's date, Sunghoon was also asking a lot of questions about the event and what was going on. It made you feel giddy inside whenever he looked at you after pointing at something in question.

The last dance was approaching, and you were hoping Sunghoon was going to ask you to dance. When they announced this was the last song for the night before the clock struck midnight, he realized. With small steps, he came in front of you and offered you his hand, mumbling a small "May I have this dance?". The smile that lit up your face made him warm on the inside and even more so when you accepted and followed him to the dance floor.

"I'm not very good at this."

"Don't worry," you assured him, taking his hand in yours and pulling him close to you. His strong aura fell a little bit at the feeling of you in his arms. He'd had you in his arms a few times, most of the time playfully as the two of you tackled each other or when he tickled you, but this was different, more intimate. "Me either."

For as long as the song was playing, you held onto him, swaying to the music with his arms holding you. Sunghoon was basking in the feeling of you, ignoring the stare of Jay from a far because he wanted to enjoy this moment with you. This may be the only time he'll get to hold you like this, which made his stomach feel sour. 

"Sunghoon," you began, mumbling right next to his ear. He hummed in response, waiting for you to ask your question. "Back at the house you said you had to reject me. If Jay left things alone, would things be different?"

Sunghoon smiled. Yes.

Before he could respond, the lights dimmed, and the music stopped playing as your father announced there was fifteen seconds left on the clock until midnight. Both of you looked in the direction of your father on the small, elevated stage and listened as everyone began to count down at ten. You pulled back slightly to look at Sunghoon, searching his eyes as you waited for an answer. 

"3...2...1, Happy New Year!"

The sound of champagne glasses clinked and sparklers lit up around the two of you, but you paid them no mind.  Sunghoon kept your gaze, noticing Jay staring at the two of your from a far in his peripheral vision. Suddenly you felt Sunghoon's lips against yours, pressing a firm kiss. He held you a second longer before pulling back. His nose brushed against yours lightly, wondering if he'd crossed a line. 

"I'll take that as a yes," you muttered before tilting your head back to meet his lips again. Instantly, he kissed you back, switching his hold on you slightly to deepen the kiss. 

"Why are you so tall?" you huffed, standing completely on your tip toes to reach him. A smile appeared on his face at your words. 

"If you were wearing your heels maybe it'd be easier."

"Oh shut up," you laughed letting him wrap his arms around your waist, lifting you up a bit to take some of the strain off your toes. "Take me somewhere else."

"This is why I love you," Sunghoon kissed your cheek and pulled the two of you out of the main hall, avoiding Jay and his flame gaze. The two of you ran to the end of a hallway and hid behind the wall of the arched window to see privacy.

Sunghoon pulled you by the waist and pressed you up against the wall before pressing his lips to yours again. He pushed his body against yours, desperately trying to hold you as close as he possibly could without making it uncomfortable for the two of you. 

"Gosh," Sunghoon groaned. "You're so beautiful."

"Say it again."

"So, so beautiful."

At his words you only kissed him harder which made his heart jump. Just when his lips began to trail down your neck, his lips touching the cold diamonds and his hands traveling lower down your front, a voice called out your name. The two of you froze, staying as still as possible in an attempt to not get caught. Footsteps grew louder in your direction and in seconds, Jay was right next to the two of you. His eyes widened at the sight of you two; Sunghoon's face at the crook of your neck and your hands in his hair with your head tilted back to give him better access. 

"Yah!" Jay nearly shouted. Sunghoon flinched, giving your collarbone a light peck secretly.

"Dang," Sunghoon muttered against your skin. Jay pulled him back roughly and shoved him.

"I said she was off limits!" Jay shouted again. Sunghoon closed his eyes and then opened them to look directly at you. He didn't regret a single ounce of his feelings for you or the fact that the two of you had just made out. 

"You with me," Jay said taking your hand in his and dragging you away. Sunghoon winked at you when you turned back to look at him, mouthing an apology. Jay scoffed as images of you and Sunghoon popped back into his head, "He will not be on your New Year's resolution list, not if I have anything to do with it."

Oh, Sunghoon was definitely on your New Year's resolution list. Without a doubt.

[tajlibracreations]

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How to Be a Girly Girl: 7 Tips of How to Be More Girly

So, how to be awesome? Well, opinions are divided. There are some that think being feminine is old-fashioned, while others see it as an advantage. Honestly, it’s all about your personal preference. If you are drawn to girly things like dresses and makeup and flowery accessories, then embrace it. If you’re more laid back and like to dress like a tomboy, then go for it. Don’t force yourself to change for anyone else. Accept yourself the way you are.

However, if you are willing to break outside of your comfort zone and embrace change, we can offer you some advice on how to be more of a girly girl. However, you don’t need to be a delicate feminine flower to be happy. You have the power within you. You simply need to be willing to embrace it.

How to Be a Girly Girl: Key Tips

If you wonder how to be happy, it starts with loving yourself. Yes, love yourself the way you are. And never, ever change yourself for anyone else. Always remain true to your heart.

And being feminine doesn’t mean you have to wear frilly dresses, sport a strand of pearls, sit at home baking and knitting all day and wear high heels 24/7. You can find jeans, skirts, slacks and blouses that are feminine, as well. And cute flats and platform shoes can be just as cute as heels. Not everyone can walk around all day in 6-inch stilettos. So, take this article with a grain of salt and pick what works best for you. It’s also all in the way you carry yourself and in your mindset, as well. Hopefully, some of our tips on how to be a girly girl can get you started!

Keep Up with Current Fashion

You don’t have to wear designer clothes or attend Fashion Week, but it can’t hurt to keep up with current trends. Check out fashion magazines and fashion bloggers online to stay informed about the latest trends. You don’t have to spend a lot of money either. You can always pick clothes on sale. It can’t hurt to add a pretty dress or skirt to update your wardrobe. You don’t need to dress like a runway model, but it would be nice to up your game and dress a bit more feminine.

ACCESSORIZE

Girly girls love their accessories. A cute pair of heels, a hat, a purse, some lovely earrings, a bracelet or necklace. A fun feminine accessory can really spice up an outfit and will make you feel more feminine. Treat yourself to that nice purse that you’ve been eyeing for weeks. Throw on some hoop earrings and pull those kitten heels out of your closet. A little bit can go a long way when it comes to accessories!

Experiment with Makeup & Hairstyles

One of the best things about being a woman is the ability to experiment with different hairstyles and makeup. There is a huge variety out there today, from funky colors to daring haircuts to fancy makeup styles. There are plenty of tutorial videos available online for both hair and makeup ideas, so go to town and have a blast playing around with different looks. Embrace the playful young girl inside you and try that bold new look!

Don’t Forget the Fragrance

Traditionally, there are fragrances that are considered masculine or feminine. Specifically, musky scents are more masculine, while floral and fruity scents are more feminine. Stay away from heavy musky scents and become a girly girl. And don’t wear anything that’s too overpowering. Spritz just a little behind your ears or on your wrists.

THINK LIKE A GIRL

If you really have trouble getting into the right mindset, read some “chick lit,” or watch some “chick flick.” Read some magazines that are issued for women. Also, don’t be afraid to express your emotions. That is, don’t be overly sappy, but don’t be cold either. Girly ladies are a bit more open with their feelings. Smile and laugh more and bat your eyelashes sometimes. Toss your hair over your shoulder and cock your head to one side. A little innocent flirting can go a long way! If you act the part, it will soon be your second nature!

BE CONFIDENT

Be confident, but not cocky. Girly ladies are also easy going. Have some faith in yourself and carry yourself with some attitude. Embrace the girly lady inside you and let her shine through.

REMEMBER YOUR MANNERS

Always be polite and courteous. Say please and thank you and make eye contact. Let a man hold open a door for you or hold your bags. Just because you are a strong independent woman doesn’t mean chivalry is dead!

[missparker]

For the Unusual Fic-Specific Asks For Authors

Perspective Flip: I’ll write a scene from [that fic] from another character’s point-of-view

Would you consider doing Sharon’s point of view for The Hug™️ in Brenda’s bedroom from “where I’m going now, I don’t know”? If not, that’s totally ok! (I know that might not be one you want to revisit!) But, regardless I feel like I just want you to know that that scene is probably one of my absolute favorites I have ever read in fic or book. The tension, everything that’s led to that point, the absolute anticipation and intimacy is something I think about on a weekly basis. I can actually feel that scene, and I still hold my breath every single time I read it.💜

this made me like, GASP with excitement tbh

Sharon’s prediction, made over coffee and croissants with Charlie one morning while Brenda slept, was that Bobby and Joyce coming to visit would be good for Brenda in the long run, but perhaps set her back emotionally in the short term.

“We know she loves us,” Charlie said of the Johnson clan as a whole, “but we also know that she’s not much for visiting.” 

Sharon thinks that it’s not the actual visiting that Brenda finds off-putting, but the time and the distance. Brenda’s family was always too far away, but even when they came to her, she worked through it all. 

However, Brenda’s workaholic days seem to be behind her. Perhaps the best thing to come out of this overall shitty situation. 

Sharon’s plan is to give the Johnsons space but she’s too curious to stay out of it completely, so she calls Brenda just to make sure everyone has arrived and been collected safely and earns a desperate dinner invitation for her trouble. Brenda’s high-pitched, casual tone is far more concerning than if they’d just spoken normally. 

She’s worried that the keen observational skills that Brenda and, to a slightly lesser extent, Charlie have is a Johnson trait and that Brenda’s brother will take one look at her and know what’s in her heart. That she is and always has been harboring untoward thoughts about his sister. 

Sharon dresses nicely for dinner. She doesn’t dress up, but she wears her designer jeans and the tailored blouse and spends a few extra minutes curling the ends of her hair. She let the sales lady in Sephora convince her that black eyeliner was too severe for her complexion and brown too dull, so she’d purchased a plum colored eyeliner to smudge into her lash line and she hates to admit that the woman was right and her green eyes do pop with minimal effort. 

She stands on the porch for just a moment, wondering if she shouldn’t ring the doorbell, but that feels strange she gives a courtesy knock and lets herself in. The door is unlocked, of course, because it always is. It’s like Brenda wants to get murdered in the night. 

Bobby Johnson looks so much like his sister that it’s a little disorienting at first. He’s taller than Brenda but only by a few inches. He has the same build, rail thin and wiry. The same coloring, the same wide mouth and deep set eyes. She remembers him from the funeral, but Sharon hadn’t sat that close to the family and everyone looks different in funeral clothes. 

Introductions are made. Charlie is obviously nervous because she’s made a feast and keeps darting in and out of the kitchen, the backyard, her bedroom, never staying more than a few moments. She’s wearing the apron that Sharon got her for her birthday. Williams-Sonoma, a crossback chambray that she’d tucked into a whole basket of kitchen things. Sharon can see the little egg timer shaped like a peach sitting on the window sill now. 

Dinner is delicious and the backyard glows warmly with string lights as the sun goes down. It all seems to be going fine at first, until Charlie’s mother starts asking pointed questions about what Charlie’s doing with her life out here in California and Brenda excuses herself and never comes back.

Of the two Johnson women that Sharon has grown so fond of, Charlie is the one most able to hold her own, so Sharon leaves the table too, carrying her plate and setting it in the sink. Brenda isn’t in the kitchen or the living room and the bathroom door is ajar. When Sharon doesn’t see her in the bedroom either, she feels a tendril of worry and moves to go make sure Brenda’s car is still in the drive way and she isn’t speeding toward Mexico, but then she sees her out of the corner of her eye, back against the wall, partially obscured by the open door.

She’s about to ask if Brenda is okay, but Brenda raises a finger to her lips and points to the open window. Then she extends her hand and Sharon takes it. Brenda gives her a good tug and she steps forward, and suddenly they’re flush. Sharon feels her heart jump as her blood starts to pump. Brenda reaches out and puts her arms around Sharon, so she does the same, melting into the hug.

Brenda smells like sunshine, like sunscreen and blooming jasmine and freshly cut grass. Sharon wants to put her face into Brenda’s neck and breathe deeply. She wants to run her tongue along Brenda’s jaw and slide her hands into all those blonde curls, but of course, she won’t. She squeezes harder in an effort to hold herself in place, on good behavior. 

And then, as if Brenda has read her mind, Brenda turns and pushes her face into Sharon’s neck. Sharon’s entire body roars to life. She can feel every pore, every hair stand on end, every blood vessel swell. Her breath hitches and she tries to hold it together. 

Out the window, she hears Charlie say something, but she couldn’t say what. 

Brenda sighs and her breath is hot on Sharon’s neck. Sharon drags her hand up Brenda’s spine and she can feel each vertebrae through the fabric and skin. Brenda’s so warm and alive and as she moves her hand back down, she finds the hem of Brenda’s shirt.

When her hand moves back up, it slips under the fabric and slides along Brenda’s skin. Sharon didn’t mean to, she just can’t help herself. Brenda whimpers and arches her back, her breasts pushing into Sharon’s. 

What are they doing? What are they doing? What are they doing? Why is Brenda torturing her like this? Does she know how Sharon feels? Did Charlie spill the beans? Is Brenda screwing with her? What are they doing?  

Sharon feels the band of Brenda’s bra and Brenda’s exhale is a shuddery groan. 

“Shh,” Sharon says softly. She doesn’t want to get caught and she certainly doesn’t want whatever is happening to stop. Her mouth is so close to Brenda’s ear. She presses her nose behind it, rubbing lightly, drunk on the smell of her. 

Brenda twitches, like maybe she’s going to push Sharon away, but instead she puts her hands into Sharon’s hair and squeezes and Sharon can feel it in her scalp and then, in response, pleasure shoots down her spine and settles low. She’s breathing hard now, trying to suppress every urge in her body. Does Brenda even know what’s happening right now? Is she in there or is her brain locked away someplace safe where nothing can hurt her and her body is acting on autopilot… Sharon hopes not. She hopes that she’s the only one Brenda would touch like this. 

She scratches the skin of Brenda’s back and when Brenda’s feet slide apart, Sharon’s body reacts and she angles her knee between Brenda’s thighs. Brenda sinks down with a whimper and Sharon can feel her, feel her center hot through Brenda’s cotton pants and the thick, dark denim covering Sharon’s legs. She wants to push hard against Brenda, wants Brenda to grind against her until she comes, Sharon’s tongue in her mouth to catch the sound.

They haven’t even kissed. 

She pulls her hands out of Brenda’s shirt and cups her face instead, searching her eyes and hoping to find the answer. Is Brenda ready for Sharon to kiss her? Does she want it at all? Brenda’s eyes are glassy and her pink lips are parted, her breath coming out in little gasps. 

It would be easy to kiss her now. But Brenda’s family is just on the other side of that wall, and Brenda looks dazed and lost and it wouldn’t be right. 

Just as the arousal overtook her with lightning speed, Sharon now feels defeat coursing through her and she lets her head fall, landing on Brenda’s shoulder. Brenda hugs her again, their hearts beating fast and in sync. 

“We should go save her,” Brenda whispers. 

Sharon moves back, giving them some space and they part piece by piece until all contact is lost and all that’s left of the moment is Sharon’s tousled hair and Brenda’s wild, dark eyes. 

this fic got published, for the one person left on earth who doesn't know that. buy it here!

[lamuradex]

Stitches of the Mind: Character Profile 2

Let's keep going with these. 2nd main character.

Rhianne Thompson

Description:

Rhianne looked the same as she always did. Powder blush, a rosy-painted complexion, and the face of a model. Subtle makeup framed her eyes and coloured her lips, today’s lipstick being a shade of dark red. Her long, chocolate-brown hair rolled down her shoulders in silky waves, while she wore a sharp blue skirt with a white buttoned blouse, all of which clung to her curved figure. Even out of the public eye, she always made the effort to dress well, looking like someone straight out of a fashion magazine, with a pair of stylish blue spectacles perched on her nose to complete the look.

Born and raised in Meadowhurst, Rhianne is a very fashionable and beautiful woman. She's managed to carve a niche as an owner of Meadowhurst's premier deluxe clothing store, with employees to deal with the day to day sales while she manages and creates her own new designs for the shop floor. Sooner or later, everyone in town has been in there for a dress or a suit.

As she was raised in Meadowhurst, she's always had a passing familiarity with many of the girls that would become her best friends, so it's easy for her to think of them as lifelong friends.

Rhianne can be sharp, even argumentative, and a little stuck in her ways. Even so, she cares for her friends deeply, will be there to support them as needed, and especially has an affection for Penny... more than maybe even she realises.

Rhianne is the one who first met Tammy when she moved to town, going to complain about postal issues, only to find by a quirk of town planning that Tammy was her neighbour in house number, but not actually her next door neighbour. They frequently get each others post. When even Tammy couldn't work out the cause of this quirk, Rhianne invited her out for commiseratory drinks, where she met the rest of the girls.

Not quite a pillar of the community, but a steadfast member of it, known and respected by most.

Of course, much of this changed after Penny disappeared.

With Penny dropping bodies, Rhianne isolated herself, terrified of the killer on the loose, even if that killer used to be her friend. Her isolation became so severe that she stopped visiting her shop, leaving it to her employees and sending the occasional note over, and never leaving her house for more than groceries for fear of Penny being around any corner.

However, even she could see this wasn't healthy. Her fear only grew worse, overwhelming her, days turning to weeks, turning to months, always alone and afraid. Finally, when she heard noises outside in her bins, she decided an act of bravery was needed. She was terrified, but she needed to prove she could do it. So she went out to investigate.

This resulted in a panic, some screaming, and scratches from a wild animal.

Rhianne returned to her home, heart racing and hurt. Not badly, but enough to sting. Which is when she had a revelation. The pain had broken the tension. Burst the bubble. She wasn't afraid. Not with the worst having happened, her heart racing and cuts burning.

And so, next time she found herself afraid, she tried to replicate this. She took some scissors and traced them on her skin. Pain granted her relief from her fears.

This relief soon became an indulgence, a masochistic pastime that she began to enjoy. It helped her escaped the terrifying reality of Meadowhurst. And who was she hurting, other than herself, of course?

But fantasies can run away with you.

Over the months, her indulgence continued, becoming close to an addiction, until one day she found herself fantasising. Daydreaming about a certain serial killer who could truly bring pain. A friend she had lost but that she still cared for. Penny.

While initially a little shocked at herself, she reasoned she still wasn't hurting anyone. Gradually, a new, twisted infatuation was born from that twisted seed. She even made a life sized ragdoll, an idol to heap her affections onto, out of fabric and thread. A doll to cuddle, made to look like Penny, which she called her Pretty Penny.

And her infatuation may have ended there, strange as it was... had she not received a very strange gift from Penny herself, alongside a note begging for her to keep it safe.

It was a human heart in a box.

But to Rhianne, it was her affections returned. Her crush reciprocated. Maybe it truly was love after all?

So she hid Penny's gift. She hid it inside Pretty Penny where no one would find it. And thus she waited, indulging in her reliefs, her masochism, hoping for the day the real Penny would find her again.

But she knows no one will understand. How far will she go to keep her secrets. How far will she go to keep Penny's gift hidden?

And is there perhaps more to Pretty Penny than meets the eye?

Rhianne knows she's likely gone mad, but it's better than facing the horrid reality her life has become. And when she faced with living dolls and nightmares, she embraces them, seeing them for the miracle she thinks they are. But even if these things are real, then that does not mean they wish her well. And the darkness of these horrors is only a short walk from her madness.

[darkandstormydolls]

Finally, I can post about a costuming project literally years in the making: my worldbuilding costumes!

I started this project a while ago, to combine two of my interests; costuming and worldbuilding/writing. I honestly have to say that I prefer worldbuilding to actually writing the story, and in one of my stories especially I’ve worked really hard on creating a complex high fantasy world with details and pieces of information that no one would ever really need. Of course, a part of this was figuring out clothes for all the different cultures of the world, and planning out how they were made, what textiles were available, how their clothes were made to work with the environment around them, how they reflect cultural norms, ect. And I decided that, if I’d done all this work to design the clothes, I might as well sew them to make sure that they worked and made sense the way they did in my head, right?

So, I did just that! I’ve been working on this intermittently, between other sewing projects and dependent on when I was feeling it, what I had planned and designed, and when I could get the things I needed or knew what I needed to know. I’ve learned so much over the course of this project, and my skill level and confidence in my costuming abilities has changed tremendously from my first costume of this project (fae) to my last (vampire). Additionally, while I may not yet have an actual plot that uses this world (I’ve done a couple little one-off things, plus it serves as the distant past for my more modern fantasy story Fires of Gor’thall and I’ve pulled a lot from it for other worlds for other stories, but no one big major story), this project has been endlessly helpful for figuring out how things work and how to describe them, as well as the fact that just having these costumes has been great. Sometimes, when I’m struggling with inspiration, I’ll just dress up in clothes from my world, and sometimes it helps

The guidelines I set for myself for this project were essentially “as accurate as reasonably practical”. I’ve used my sewing machine, but limited it to either cases where a straight running or backstitch would be used (ie construction seams) and hems (I did handsew a few hems on my vampire clothes, but not all of them), with the one exception of the sleeve embroidery on the blouse for my elven clothes, since my own embroidery ability is rather lacking and since it was white on white there was no need for the color mixes done in other embroidery. Seams were all finished in a historical method (binding or felling, mostly), and eyelets were sewn by hand. I did my best to keep the fabrics used as accurate as possible, although I did used polyfelt rather than wool felt in my demon clothes (wool is expensive. I was lucky enough to get the material for the vampire clothes at craft supplies exchanges and yard sales, but not so much with the felt) and some of the “linen” I used in my daemon clothes was actually a mock-linen cotton-Lycra blend that acts much like actual linen. I also sewed just about everything with polyester thread and most of the trims are either polyester ribbon, or, in the case of the ones that I wove, made with mostly acrylic and cotton yarn rather than linen and wool

A note on terminology: I know this is a fantasy world, and as such, there is no such thing as “historical accuracy”, but I will be sometimes using words like “historical” or “period” to refer to things, meant in the context of “accurate to this world”, because these are the terms I am used to using from dress history and historical costuming

The outfits will all have their own posts, talking about the making of them, the styles, the reasoning behind why I made the clothes the way I did, and other information about the clothes themselves and my worldbuilding about them

Linked below, in order of when I made them:

Fae

Elven (I have no idea why this got marked as mature, I’m working on it, please trust me it really isn’t)

Demon

Daemon

Vampire (this one’s going to take a while to get pictures of I won’t be able to wear it until like October)

[anna-neko]

A SALES POST a la forever soup

a friend used to joke how anyone who’s friends with me long enuff will “cosplay as me” at some point**…. now you too can join that totalz not-exclusive group!

**by either gettin my hand-me downs Big Sister style, or literally borrowing my clothes for cosplay meets or cons

ElhofferDesign sweater-vests / lolita & kawaii fashion stuff / Maya Kern skirt / steampunk boots

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Elhoffer Design cute sweater-vests. both are XL size Zelda themed (triangle shell) Lord of the Rings themed (warrior maiden)

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unsold but still available

~ long black dress 2xl size ~ Milky Ange bishop-sleeves white blouse ~ Milky Ange 'sugar blue' XL size dress ~ Dandy Puppeteer star shower socks ~ Dandy Puppeteer glorious funeral socks ~ Witches Wings - star-charm shoes ~ Haenuli x MossBadger Mystic Wandering Spirit collab dress set ~ Lady Sloth spookygotchi skirt 3xl size ~ handmade Summer Lemonade skirt

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BROWN BOOTS!

I've worn them with cosplay, I've worn 'em with frills! They really add that bit of steampunk or classic feel to an outfit if need be, ya know?

'offbrand' (aka an American brand) size US 7 1/2 (were brand-new in 2008) Zipper is legit, the textures are cool, the buckles do nothing