#embroidered motif for shirt hem

[dualdeixis]

[Image description: Digital drawings of two original characters in black and white. The Ferrier wears a black, wide-brimmed hat; a shirt with puffy sleeves and an embroidered collar, cuffs, and hem; a vest with geometric patterns; a black, sleeveless overcoat with two lighter stripes near the hem; loose pants; and black sandals. They appear to have short, messy black hair, and their hat casts a shadow over their eyes.

The Sacrifice's clothes are almost entirely white and intricately embroidered. They wear a loose, long-sleeved shirt; a cropped and wide-collared vest which is buttoned together; dimije (voluminous pants which are gathered at the ankle); a cap with coins sewn into the sides; a very long veil which ends in tassels and is pinned to the cap; a necklace of coins; a belt of large metallic roundels; and black shoes. They have long, curly black hair and several moles on their face.

In the first drawing, the Ferrier stands while wringing their hands with an extremely flat expression. The Sacrifice stands behind them and carries a bag, looking off to the side with a small smile.

Next is a comic featuring the two of them, with all of the speech bubbles being cut out from Discord screenshots. There are full descriptions of all of the pages under the cut. End image description.]

first drawing based on this painting of a peasant and nun going to the market by amedeo preziosi; comic based on a convo between me and @wildcatfourteen that reads uncannily like our ocs LOL. happy birthday my friend <33

[Image description: Page one. The Ferrier has a small smirk as they point to an image which reads, "some of y'all would melt down in this situation. ONE HAS GOT TO GO: THE EYE, THE FORMLESS, THE ECSTATIC, THE SUN, THE WOUND, THE EGG." The Sacrifice replies with a carefree smile, "how can you choose ?? are they not all as g_d ordained ??" The next panel shows that the two are sitting on opposite sides of a rowboat, which is stopped at the bank of a river going through a forest. The Sacrifice says, "i mean i guess if youre talking like which motifs i personally like to use in my hymns … i dont do much with the egg so that one" The Ferrier frowns and says, "I don't know if I can forgive u for saying that. Egg… U GET RID OF EGG?" The Sacrifice: "WHICH ONE WOULD U GET RID OF??" The Ferrier: "The ecstatic"

Page two. The Sacrifice stares in astonished silence for a moment, and then says with a cartoony vein popping from their cheek, "I think ur saying that on purpose to piss me off. to get back at me for saying ehg. Why do u hold such hate in your heart" The Ferrier closes their eyes and says nonchalantly, "I'm sorry it's not out of hate." They look off to the side and mutter, "Except u started this with ur egg slander" The Sacrifice glares at them with dismay and says, "THE HATE IN YOUR HEART IS OVERTAKING YOU" The Ferrier glares back, smiling through gritted teeth, and replies, "LOOK IN THR MIRROR"

Page three. The Ferrier pinches the bridge of their nose and says, "I can't believe this is what's causing an argument" The Sacrifice puts their hands on their hips and snaps, "I WASNT EVEN SLANDERING EGGS? IM JUST SAYING PERSONALLY IF YOU FORCED ME? I HAVE NOTHING AGAINST EGGS I EAT THEM ALL THE TIME" The Ferrier: "ITS NOT ABOUT EATINF THEM EVEN THO THEY ARE DELICIOUS AND VERSATILE." They roll their eyes and add, "Sorry for wanting to shatter my shell and be birthed anew" The Sacrifice clasps their hands together with a smile, their eyes hidden by their speech bubble, and says, "see thats the thing for me there is no rebirth only resurrection . its not dying and being birthed anew its about dying and then undying . coming back from death with none of the catharsis of newness just being forced to hold on to the old and what you once were ." The Ferrier pulls their hat down over their eyes and argues, "You say that and yet that is the whole point there is never any real birth of newness but just the illusion of it and the necessity to keep that illusion bc there is no coming back anew but taking whatever dead pieces u have and reconstructing some choppy form of a fresh creature"

Page four. The two sit in silence for a moment. Then the Ferrier says matter-of-factly, "Just like how ecstatic state is fake" The Sacrifice glares at them and says, "how DARE you say ecstatic state is fake ." The background turns black as the Ferrier's eyes go wide, gazing dramatically down at the viewer. They thunder, "ITS TEMPORARY" The Sacrifice, also on a black background, holds their palms up with an ecstatic grin. One of their eyes is teary and a bright halo flashes around their head. They answer, "AS ARE ALL THINGS."

Page five. The Ferrier, looking irritated with a cartoony vein popping from their temple, says, "fine. Fine whatever." They turn away with gritted teeth. "I'm gonna go in my egg shell and not come out EVER !!!!" The Sacrifice smiles with a thumbs up and says, "ok you do that im gonna be out here achieving union with the Beloved 👍" The Ferrier turns as far away from the Sacrifice as they can and crosses their arms. "U go do that. Hmph!" The Sacrifice does the same. "HMPH -_-" A school of black fish swims through the river. A line at the bottom of the panel reads, "THEY STAYED LIKE THIS FOR THE NEXT 24 HOURS." End image description.]

[grumpygreenwitch]

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THIRTY SEVEN

"You look old," Baba Yaga said at last into the deadly silence, her Russian musical and cold.

Koschei flinched as if she'd slapped him. Nate slipped behind the Hag and Fedorov until he stood just between them and Dresden; close enough to be seen, but no so close that either Koschei or Stone tried to stop him.

"It's not you," the Blackbird choked out. "It can't be you. I took everything from you. Everything!"

"You stole," she snapped at him. "You're always trying to take power that's not yours -"

"It's mine -"

"It's too much -"

"IT'S MINE!" he shouted, and half the lights went out. The dock was thrown into chiaroscuro patterns from the floodlights just outside it and two fluorescent lights hanging on grimly. "If you cannot hold onto power, then it belongs to those who can."

"By that measure, if I can take your power away, it's mine to keep," she replied, and there was such menace in her voice even the golem shifted minutely away.

"You can do nothing," the wizard gritted out. "A hundred years I have plotted and planned and prepared. You may be able to cast a glamour and light a few lights, but so what? You don't have your mortar, you don't have your pestle, you don't even have your shawl!"

"Neither do you," Nate said evenly in English before anyone else could speak.

"You be silent, mortal!" Koschei threw his power at Ford in a flash of green light.

But Dresden, faster than him, rolled to his feet and skid to a halt between the mastermind and their mark. Power bloomed from him, from the black feathers stitched among the feathery motif embroidered into the wrists and neck and hem of his dress shirt - the Blackbird's own feathers, snatched from him that first time at the MFA. The power crashed into a shield wrought and empowered by those feathers, and bounced off. Dresden had guessed that Koschei would be the sort of wizard that always made sure his own magic couldn't hurt him on the rebound. Surprising no one (except perhaps himself), he'd been right.

Stunned, Koschei came to a halt. Nate stepped out to stand beside Dresden, his hands laced in front of him, unfazed. He hadn't even twitched when the Blackbird had moved to attack him. "I haven't lied to you yet, have I?"

"I do. not. CARE," Koschei screamed, pale with rage, the cords of muscle along his neck standing out starkly. "Bring her! Bring a dozen gods. Bring a hundred! Can your wizard protect them all? Can he do that while protecting the Prince of Thieves, her little friend? Will he choose between you and them? Between you and the Hag? Between -"

"I don't think you understand." Ford shrugged. "Why are you shouting? You've already lost."

Koschei bared his teeth. "If that is true, then it will be my pleasure to have you all lose with me," he growled low. "Unless you believe your pet wizard can stop mister Stone from killing you all?"

"No," Ford admitted readily, then pointed at the opposite side of the docks. "That's what he's for."

Seven tons of niuhi, teeth and talons and blue striped skin on a frame made of nothing but muscle, charged through the side of the building as if it weren't there. The wereshark crashed into the golem, who barely had time to turn, shoving off Parker and Jessamine to try and put up a defense. They both went flying into and through one of the yachts and into the water with a tremendous splash.

Parker threw herself over Jess; Fedorov covered Baba Yaga with his body. Koschei clenched his hands and let out a furious, wordless yowl, magic gathering around him like a storm, hungry and deadly.

"Dresden!" Nate yelled.

The wizard shoved the mastermind against the back wall, took a step forward and pointed his wand down, shouting a single word. "Forzare!"

The dock exploded. Boards went to splinters as if a giant fist had smashed into them from on high, showering the water with hail; the last of the lights exploded into brilliant sparks. Both Dresden and Koschei plummeted into the frothing surf.

Parker dragged Jess into the boat-house proper, where Sophie, who'd never actually left the boat-house, was waiting for them; the grifter slammed the door shut behind them. "So he's a bad grifter and a sore loser," she declared archly. "Who's surprised. Are you both alright?"

"I think so." Parker was far more concerned with her friend than with herself. "Jess?"

"I'm alright," the young curator wheezed. "Did that man just blow up the dock?"

"It gets complicated," Parker replied tightly before turning to Sophie. "Eliot and Hardison?"

The hitter had just poked his head out of the other yacht, to stare in stunned disbelief at the destruction one word and one gesture from the local wizard had wrought. Then he raced along the deck of the boat and threw his hands out. "Fedorov!"

The Russian and his companion were stranded on the only side of the docks that didn't have a door, to either the outside or the boat-house. Nate, at least, had a giant shark-shaped hole he could've used. All three of them ran for Eliot. "It seems every time we meet I have to get handsy with you, Grandmother," Vanya said in Russian, his tone light in spite of the situation. "What will you think of me."

Baba Yaga, still wearing Sophie's seeming, laughed once again, short and sharp, caught by surprise. "I will think what I already did of you," she replied cheerily.

He picked her up and helped her onto the boat, to Eliot's waiting hands, while Nate jumped onboard.

The covered dock had been built against the shallow beach by digging down and reinforcing the space with rip-rap: rocks roughly the size of a man's head. The end result was a narrow area that looked deep, but wasn't. The yachts, for all their size, didn't break six feet on draft. At its deepest part the channel leading to the dock was fifteen feet, just outside the building. From there it angled up precipitously until it reached the more-or-less solid ground where the mansion's gardens began.

Which meant Dresden, who'd been closer to the artificial shore, could actually stand up abruptly from among the flotsam, choking and bedraggled like a half-drowned cat, climbing up the slope toward the hole the niuhi had left in the wall.

"Dresden!" Nate shouted a warning.

The wizard turned, thrown off-balance by his waterlogged clothing, just in time to throw his hand up and empower the feather-shield as actinic fire came boiling out at him from the water. It sloshed around the shield, making it ripple, pouring around and over it like poisonous syrup, and wherever it splashed the torn wood, drywall and plastic of the building crackled, froze and shattered.

Koschei, looking like a bird that's gone for a bath it neither planned nor wanted, rose to the surface of the churning water and stepped lightly on it. It froze where he went in awkward little waves. "I am going to make a footstool out of you, Dresden," the Blackbird hissed.

"No, thanks," Leverage's wizard replied blithely. "Not a fan of chintz."

The second yacht suddenly went stumbling sideways with an almighty crunch, crashing hard into the section of the dock that was still standing. Everyone on board stumbled. "Nate!" Eliot called out. "We're taking on water!"

A gale of wind came out of nowhere and threw Koschei back in the water. Dresden managed to scrabble onto solid ground and tried to race for the boat-house.

A massive sheet of ice erupted from the deep end of the docks and raced forward, jagged and vast, locking everything in its grip, flotsam, the sinking yacht, the ruins of its twin. Harry slipped and went down, and only one of the boat-house's walls stopped him, none too gently. The ice stopped the yacht from further going down for a moment, but then a hand punched through the ice and grabbed the aft ladder, and the boat groaned and shifted uneasily as mister Stone dragged himself partially out of the water, his fancy clothes in tatters.

Koschei passed up through the ice as if he were a ghost, power seething around him.

"Kostya!" Grandmother shouted in Russian. "Do not do this! You know how the stories always end. Let it go!"

"I have not come this far to give up now because of a fairy tale!" he spat at her before turning to Dresden and switching to English. "How dare you believe you, any of you, can stand against me."

"Reasons abound," the younger wizard wheezed. He'd managed to roll to his feet, ready to take on whatever spell the Blackbird threw at him.

But instead of attacking, Koschei drew the twisted, blackened staff out of nowhere and gestured at the ice, drawing up a mirror-perfect, thin sheet of ice the size of a door. Nate, from the boat, saw Harry's eyes go wide. A gout of fire came from the wizard, but Koschei threw up a shield as he spoke in a rough, growling tongue.

The mastermind exhaled sharply, and saw his breath come out as a plume in what should have been Boston's warm summer air, and the world slowed down to a crawl, ringing faintly against his ears. The darkness gleamed like reflections from a jewel, shattering all around him.

There would be no more comfortable lies for him. There would be no more denying. There were two wizards fighting on a plane of ice not fifty feet from him. A man that wasn't one was trying to climb onto their boat to get away from a shark that liked to walk as a man. The world was not what it seemed, it never had been, and Nathan Ford could no longer pretend that he knew all that there was to know. Leshy sprang out of the portal Koschei had summoned out of nowhere, and reality slammed back into place for the mastermind. So be it. If the world must change, he would change with it. The job still needed to be done. "Hardison, now!"

Leshy, Dresden had explained, were creatures of the Nevernever, the elusive world that paralleled Nate's own. But they were of neither. Unaffiliated fairies that only barely looked to Summer, they had no rules, but also no protection beyond their own numbers. Their behavior was defined by their nature, and their nature was that of a hare, always ready for a fight, to kick and bite - and always on the lookout for predators.

Hardison, just outside the hole in the wall, pulled out of his pocket the phone he'd gotten from the spider. In the seething maelstrom of magical energies coming from the boat-house it was the only piece of technology that was still working. He used it to remotely drive not Lucille 2.0 but the u-Haul van, the back of which was full of things he'd hardly ever thought he'd get to use, like cathode tubes and transistors the size of his fist. He had one screen, one radio transmitter, a keyboard that was so profoundly and mechanically loud he twitched at the very thought of having to use it.

And Mouse.

A black, sleek, unmarked van would have immediately pinged the awareness of the security staff at the mansion. But people are used to seeing u-Haul vans. They're used for much more than just moving, on reason of being both cheap and basically indestructible. The doors might not close, the brakes might need pumping, the gas might stick at fifty, a hundred things might be broken in it, but by golly it will get you from Point A to Point B, somehow. By the time the u-Haul van made it down the driveway and jumped the curb onto the perfectly manicured lawn, it was too late for security to stop it, and most of them were busy trying to keep the guests from leaving, anyway.

The hacker brought the van to a rattling, skidding stop next to the hole in the wall and opened a door, and the young Temple mastiff catapulted out with a snarl that brought the hackles up on every creature in the boat-house, even if they didn't have them. The leshy coming through the portal froze, every head whipping around to that sound.

Eliot took a running start and shoulder-checked Stone off the yacht. The hitter rebounded and fell on his back, stunned, his shoulder on fire, but Stone, his balance too precarious, went flying back and crashed through the sheet of ice, sinking like, well, a stone.

Mouse barked. It sounded like a gun going off. The leshy turned and tried to sprint back into the portal, but Koschei destroyed with a furious litany of curses. The fairy thugs scattered instead and the Russian wizard turned to point his staff at the dog gleefully chasing panicking rabbits all over the place. A beautiful right cross caught him on the cheek and sent him flying onto the last bit of the docks abutting the boat-house, too stunned to make a sound, unable to breathe, his staff flying out of his hands.

Vanya Fedorov, wearing the blessed silver knuckles, slipped lightly on the ice and climbed after the wizard with cold, deadly murder in his face. "I will not be sold," he said in Russian. His voice was lethally calm, his teeth gritted. Koschei made the mistake to try and get up, and Fedorov punched him again, sending him sprawling inelegantly. "I will not trust my fate to a man who sees me as a toy. I am not your pawn to be offered to your friends for favors, for power, for wealth."

"You are an ill-mannered child -" Koschei threw up a shield as he struggled to his knees.

Vanya brought up his other hand and punched right through the shimmering energy as if it were not there; the knuckles on that one were lead and iron. "This child knows how to make allies, rather than buying loyalty with fear and lies. I know that sometimes the truth is all you need. So here is some truth for you, Blackbird: stay down, or I will make you stay down."

Koschei struggled to draw one breath. "I will see you all dead for this," he gasped, turning on his back, lifting himself up on his elbows. He grinned manically up at the Russian enforcer. "You would be a hero, would you, little prince," he hissed in Russian. "Very well. Let's see what sort of a hero, you are."

The portal opened just shy of the nets that festooned the naked beams of the roof. A low, seething sound, the rasping of scales against scales, filled the air, and the chaos came to a complete halt in the blink of an eye.

A mass of shifting coils, each one as large around as a man, appeared out of nowhere and began to descend. Green and black, they glowed with an inner, vitriolic light, as if of a fire burning behind stained glass. There was no beginning or end to them.

Very clearly, in the abrupt silence, everyone heard Dresden's voice. "Oh, crap."

The leshy bolted. The dog, that eternal enemy, was suddenly not the top of their priorities. They trampled everything and everyone, including each other, in their panicked haste.

"What is it?" Nate asked of the false Sophie next to him.

"Zmei Gorynich," she replied, staring. "A Great Serpent."

Eliot didn't like the sound of that. At all. "A f- He - He called up a friggin' dragon?!"

The mass of coils began to disentangle itself, spreading out as it descended. Rippling vanes, sails stitched onto jutting, dagger-like bone, unfolded along its sides. A dry, cruel heat was beginning to radiate from it, a pervasive scent filling the air, of forests burnt to ash, homes reduced to rubble and coal.

"A young one, but yes."

Eliot didn't even know what to say to that.

"Out, now," Nate commanded. "Off the boat. We need solid ground."

"You will not ask me to help?" she asked him, curious and surprised.

"Well, we're here to rescue you," the mastermind pointed out as they all rushed to the other side of the yacht, where the ice and violence had pressed the deck of it closer to what was left of the docks. "Seems kind of rude to make you work for it."

She looked terribly amused.

"Besides, can you?"

"No. I do not have the power to singe his hair right now." She looked at the zmei. "But you do not need me anyway."

The zmei hadn't even fully uncoiled itself when Leverage's wizard shouted something out and force, invisible and irresistible, slammed it back up through the roof, canoes and kayaks, netting and roofing flying everywhere and launching the creature entirely out of sight.

THIRTY EIGHT

I had honestly thought that, even for Koschei, the Golden Bear was it. The limit. I could barely wrap my head around a wizard being able to summon what is basically a sort of, kind of, almost demi-god from the Nevernever.

I hadn't expected him to be able to summon two.

My first gut response was to try and throw the dragon back through the portal that had brought it in, but Koschei had already closed it. I saw Fedorov flatten the wizard one last time, but it was too late. The dragon was here, and it was here to stay. Unconscious or not, the Blackbird had cut a deal with it, and I very much doubted anyone there had a counteroffer it would be willing to consider.

I wasn't sure if the dragon of Russian fairy tales was an actual dragon. The name translates to a sort of serpent, Bob had explained to me. They're treacherous, cunning, greedy. Unlike the Golden Bear, which can be impressed into joining the good guys occasionally, the Great Serpent doesn't care to serve any interests but its own. They can spit fire, poison or ice, sometimes weirder things, like lightning or a combination of elements. Their scales can only be pierced by magic or by their own power, mirrored back at them, which was how they were defeated in most stories.

You know, typical fairy-tale dragon bullshit.

We were, once again, as outgunned as we'd been at the museum.

Mouse rushed to my side, staring up at the hole along with me. The dragon escaped my blast and came arrowing down, hissing like an angry teakettle. It wasn't fast, I noted distractedly. Agile, yes, it could turn on a dime. But it wasn't particularly quick when it flew, and I would have bet money it was because in mid-air it couldn't get proper traction. It touched down on the ice and it melted instantly. As it looked down in surprise, lifting up once again, I gestured at it with my bad hand. "Frigitas."

Ice closed in on it, the water freezing once again, trapping the gleaming coils. I didn't have my staff, and I'm much better with fire, but I didn't need a fine touch at the moment. I needed to hit hard, hit fast, and hit anything I could. I was counting on Boston to help me along, to maybe slow it down some.

I wasn't counting on the North Atlantic to pitch in.

I'd felt it the moment I'd fallen in the water. I'm used to the Lake; like I'd told Leverage, it's good for grounding magic, for getting your bearings, throwing off excess energy, that kind of thing. I'd tapped a storm once, felt the power of it coursing through me and I'd known then that it could kill me if I so much as blinked. You don't mess with Mother Nature unless you're willing to take your licks. But this was the ocean, the planet for all intents and purposes. We humans like to think that the dirt we stand on is the ruling principle of the world, just like we like to believe we're the ruling species. We're wrong on both counts. True power was the seething tide trapped beneath the ice just under my feet. Even Boston,with its neverending trickle of energy, was nothing compared to it. The storm had given me a chance; the North Atlantic wouldn't even notice snuffing me out.

Ice rose in jagged teeth, raced over the zmei, caught its coils and blew up in clouds of overheated steam, water sublimating, going directly from solid to gas. The serpent whistled in fury and pain, thrashing, sending chunks of ice flying in every direction. It turned on me; its eyes were a goat's, and somehow that made them even more unreasonably unpleasant on that long reptilian muzzle. Gills opened along its neck, and I threw my shield up, going down on one knee to try and brace myself. If the thing breathed poison I, and everyone else there, would be flat out of luck; no shield would stop that.

Instead, lightning crashed into my shield and sent me skidding back, sprays of sparks bursting out of the bracelet. The zmei paused after a moment, when it realized it was not getting through, head cocked and sails fluttering lightly. Electricity was crackling all over it, occasionally reaching a jagged line to touch the beams above, the boat-house, the walls - wherever metal or, more likely, the electrical systems in the structures nearby called to it.

"Koldun," it whispered, its voice a low, barely audible breeze.

"That's me," I admitted.

It blew another blast at me. My shield was still holding, but the bracelet was getting awfully warm.

The zmei stopped, this time in answer to movement out of the corner of its eye, where it had just seen the three people hiding behind the second yacht. Before it could get any ideas, I took the chance to give my shield a break, threw my hand up and called up the power thrumming just under my feet. "Aestus!

Water roared upward in a broad column, filled with blocks of ice as my improvised attack further shattered the sheet of ice Koschei had created. The zmei got thrown hard against the beams of the ceiling, and then crashed down onto the water when I let go of my spell. It launched itself a me, moving through the air like a snake moves through water. Its mouth was a nightmare of way too many teeth. I put my shield up and it bowled me over, into Mouse, who leapt aside and snarled at it, distracting it just long enough for me to call up a gale. I battered it with every piece of debris I could snatch up; it didn't hurt it, but it did distract it. I couldn't see Fedorov or Koschei, I could only hope they'd gone inside the house. I knew Hardison was behind me unless he, too, had gone around and into the boat-house. And I had no idea if Eliot, Ford and Grandmother were still hiding behind the other boat.

Teeth like filleting knives skid over my shield, leaving energy afterimages on it. I hadn't come prepared to take on a dragon, and even if I had, Koschei had taken most of my tools. All I had was what Parker had given me back and what Stone's people hadn't found when they frisked me: my pendant, the pin, my wand and my shield-bracelet. I was throwing magic by the seat of my pants, and while Boston could empower me, there was a limit to what even the city could do. My biggest source of power was also the most dangerous, lapping at my feet in rumpled little waves.

The zmei recoiled back and breathed lightning on me again. If I'd had my other bracelet, the one I'd improvised, I could have probably thrown at least some of that power back at it. And then I realized: I couldn't redirect that power, but I could ground it.

I was going to need a fine touch, though. When it stopped for a breath I threw a gout of fire in its face, just to make it recoil. "Mouse, find me a stick." My dog gave me such a look. "A staff! Something I can use as a staff!"

He ran off, scrabbling through the wreck I'd made of the area. I threw another shield up when the zmei came at me, dug into the power Boston was giving me and peeled off several of the big stones that lined the area, throwing them at its mouth, its eyes. I kept up a steady whirlwind loaded with shrapnel to tear at the sails on its sides; it was flying by magic, I knew that, but that magic had to be focused somewhere, and it was a little too protective of its 'wings' for me not to go for the obvious target.

It twisted and writhed, it turned into a knot and unraveled in mid-air, coming at me from every direction, its breath looking for any slip-up in my attention, growing angrier and angrier the longer I balked it. Behind it, I saw a tidal surge coming in our direction; something in my expression must have given it away, because it too turned to look and rose up for the safety of the ceiling.

The wave crested still a ways off and I saw Stone at the apex of it, struggling against something that wouldn't let him go. Nick rammed through what was left of the ice and docks; they didn't slow him down. He crashed, golem leading, into the ground, swamping the area minutely. I felt the impact through the soles of my feet. It was powerful enough that both golem and niuhi ended up partially out on the ground.

Moused whacked gently at my shin. He'd found part of an oar, the broad end gone. Tail wagging, he offered it to me.

"Good boy. Get out of here, go find Parker." A plan had come together in my head. It was a horrible plan so, you know. My usual. But I was pretty sure it was going to work. I may not be awake, or alive, at the end of it, but I was also used to that.

First things first, though. I pointed the staff at the churning water. "Aestus venitus!"

The sea answered; geysers of water rose up, hunting for the zmei. It blasted one with its breath, twisted out of the way of another. It was too busy dancing to notice I'd grabbed for my pendant, the one piece of metal I was wearing that I knew better than my own bones, and that didn't have a dedicated enchantment on it to get in the way of what I was trying to do. Through it I reached out to the first step of my plan.

All ships above a certain size need an anchor. When they get big enough, they need that anchor even when they're moored, but the yachts were small, as things go, maybe thirty, forty feet long. I didn't know if they'd been anchored to begin with, but I did know that at least in one case, it didn't matter, and that was enough. I reached out with my will to the metal of that chain, that anchor, among the wreck of the sunken yacht and somewhere in the guts of the other one.

Anchor chains are one of those things that you make out of metal both to show off and because anything else is going to get sliced through. I found them both exactly where I thought they would be.

The zmei lunged at me from the shadows of the ceiling, illuminated by its own burning inner fire. I brought my staff up and pointed it at the dragon. "Enough."

The chains came uncoiling out like vipers, one out of the water and the other blasting through the hull of the yacht, sending it further listing to that side. They darted and lunged at the zmei like living things, empowered by my will and my emotions. It tried, unsurprisingly, to breathe lightning at one of them, but the metal didn't care. The loose end punched the zmei in the face, shattered several fangs, and wound about its body like a constrictor, while its twin did the same in the opposite direction.

The dragon whistled and hissed in fury, writhing, coiling, uncoiling in every direction. I pointed my staff at the second yacht and yanked the anchor out of it, sending it tumbling into the water. When the zmei tried to breathe lightning, it instead went into the chains and into the water, where the ocean absolutely didn't care how many temper tantrums the creature threw.

The yacht was beginning to sink at an alarming rate, though, and from behind it I heard an irate "Dammit, Harry!"

"Sorry!" I yelled back at Eliot, belatedly realizing I had forgotten one key part of the plan which very much involved the yacht, namely the portrait currently stashed in it. The zmei, however, meant that plans were, unfortunately, secondary to dealing with it. The chains were holding, but the heat was rising, and I knew what that meant. Eventually the metal would simply melt, or grow soft enough for it to break its bindings. I had to get to the second half of my plan, fast. "Ford, can you hear me?" I said, hoping the little shard of enchanted mirror embedded on the pin at my throat still worked.

"Yeah!" Another shout from behind the yacht.

"Good. Get out. Now. Stone!"

The golem was trying to hold back the jaws of the niuhi as they bore down on him, Nick on all fours and pressing him down relentlessly. His clothing was mostly gone, revealing the seamless, flawless body underneath, literally. He had no wrinkles, no scars, no freckles, nothing. Not even nipples. "Wizard," the golem replied, his voice strained.

"Koschei's not your original employer, is he?"

"No. Mister Act was."

"I know a man who can make you a better offer than both of them put together."

Nick drove the golem a few inches into the shale and ground, but still couldn't get close enough to put another bite into him, taloned hands and feet digging furrows as he tried.

"Your price?"

"Walk away."

"Somewhat impossible at the moment."

"Nick, let him go."

The niuhi stepped back. It was so sudden that Stone actually nearly went down and had to catch himself on one hand. The wereshark chuckled, and it came out a horrible gargling sound. His black eyes never left the golem.

"Define walk away, wizard."

"I mean, stay if you want." I had been wearing really expensive black shoes to the party; I kicked them off and stepped barefoot into the churning water. It was shockingly cold but, beyond that, it was like touching the surface of the sun. There was so much power, so much energy, not dormant, merely untouched, answering to far more primal and basic principles than a single skinny wizard's will. I drew in as much as I dared, and then a little more. I felt as if I were coming undone, going to nothing, becoming part of that vast primordial soup, a little bit of life made to go to and fro with the pull of wind and moon and gravity. It took everything I had just to hang onto me, onto my sense of self.

I pushed.

The tide began to recede. The second yacht sank down, its hull grinding against the stones. The remains of the dock collapsed. The sounds of the surf faded.

Stone turned and ran. Nick turned, saw what I was doing and threw his arms out, laughing wildly, a deeply inhuman sound. The zmei fought wildly against its bounds.

It wasn't hard to do; that surprised me. The water, once pushed, wanted to push back. What was hard was not letting the wave become as big as it wanted to be. I pushed it back while holding onto the sides of it, trying to keep it contained, but I was a wisp of breath in a cyclone. I was not even a drop of water in the vast belly of the monster I'd awakened. Every bit of power I pulled on to try and keep control whispered at me to let go. To stop being. There would be no sorrow if I let go, no anger. There would only be the tide and the wind and the moon, the currents, the sunny shallows, the black abyssal depths. There would be no me to hurt anymore, no more loss, no more loneliness.

As offers go, I honestly can't think of many that have been so damn tempting.

But then I could push no more. The press of the water was too great, and I let go and fell back on myself. "Nick, you there?"

"Yes. I am glad to be here, wizard. To see what you have done." I felt one hand pick me up, the first awareness I had that I'd gone down on my knees. There was a low roar slowly building up all around us. The air, which the zmei had overheated, was swiftly growing cold, and a rising wind was blowing the steam of its power clear of the area.

"I'd like to remind you I need to breathe. Air. I need to breathe air."

Nick laughed cheerfully. He'd gone back to being a human, naked and tattooed and scarred. "I will not let you drown, wizard. You are far too much fun to have around." He picked me straight up in a bridal carry and ran right at the tidal wave I'd summoned. The last thing I heard was the panicked whistling of the zmei as its doom bore down on it.

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An excerpt from Vassal

Part 09 of the Atandil Series

The scent of fresh timber rose sharp and warm through the breeze. Balan shifted the wedge further down the trunk and swung the heavy mallet against it, watching in satisfaction as the crack cascaded along the length of the wood. It eased him to send his anger shivering through the log’s veins, splitting it open instead of tracing the growing fissure within himself. He shifted the wedge again, lifted the mallet, swung.

The others had left off the task hours ago and he was quickly losing light as well. But it was a relief to work alone. With none about, it mattered little if he let his mind lie blank, filled only with the rhythm of splitting and shaping wood. It dulled the helpless despair that had clutched at him this past fortnight, ever since Nóm announced his imminent departure. Besides, working alone meant any task he completed lay free from that tangle of memories, gathered now like thorns about the whole of Estolad. How was he to live on here in peace when every hut, every clod of earth, every lintel and hearth stone bore the memory of Nóm’s presence? When every pillar of the growing hall pulsed still with his touch?

Here was the sheep pen he built with Baran, the hazel branches curved between the posts where he wove them in supple patterns. There was the boulder beside the well, shaped in the image of Eimet’s hound. Hathus joked that it had a similar profile when the hound rested beside it one day and Nóm had carved it into the likeness, mouth hanging open in a canine smile and the tongue lolling out toward the water trough, much to the amusement of the children who now quibbled for turns riding upon the stone back. Even the shirt he wore now bore its own hoard of memories. It was overlarge and thus had been passed to Nóm after the skirmish on the road from Thalos, until his could be mended or replaced. This same cloth that rasped Balan’s skin had pulled taught across the other’s shoulders; the embroidered hems, gold and red against the fading blue, had felt the soft touch of his fingers as he explored their intricate motifs. Now it hung loose over Balan’s frame, the patterns rolled up above his elbows, the only touch his clinging sweat.

The blows fell with increased furor as he tried again to drown out the riot of thought. But the weariness of the day had grown heavy and his stroke fell akilter, knocking the wedge loose to tumble down and strike his shin. He swore and dropped the mallet, reaching down to rub the bruise as he murmured imprecations at log and tools alike.

“Vatta.” Baran had approached quietly and now stood just across from him in the shadow of the rising Hall. He had scrubbed himself of the day’s labor and appeared irritatingly fresh and cool in his clean tunic and britches. “Come away, you’ve worked long enough.”

“Nay, I’ll finish this last.”

“Vatta.” His son reached out and grasped the haft of the mallet as Balan moved to lift it again. “It’s enough. Let it lie for the night.”

“I said I’ll finish it.”

It needed only a light tug for Baran to pull it free of his father’s grip. “If you were any other, I’d have ordered you off the work entirely. You’ve driven yourself past exhaustion in pursuit of it—and for what? There is no urgency to raising the Hall, and it would bring only hardship upon our people were you needlessly injured, or worse.”

Balan glowered at his son, wiping away the sweat that dripped into his eyes. “I’m in no danger.”

“You sleep poorly, you eat less. Then you spend every hour driving yourself to the brink here in order to begin it over again the next morn.” Baran set the mallet aside with the other tools, then turned back toward his father. His voice lost its air of authority and became quiet, almost boyish. “You think we don’t notice, but we’re all keenly aware. We’re worried for you, Bel and I—and madja too.”

Balan looked up as though seeing him for the first time in their conversation, and was chastened to note the lines of concern running through his features. “I’m sorry,” he said at last, stepping back from the half-split timber. “I’ll leave off. I’ve no wish to cause you grief.” 

Baran nodded and dug the toe of his shoe into the loose dirt, turning over little furrows in distraction. “Whatever it is that’s gone awry,” he added after a long hesitation, not meeting the other’s eye, “resolve it ere he’s gone. We need more than the ghost of you.” 

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13, 27, 47, and of course 61 for tomu and/or glimmer! :3

13. what are some motifs you associate with them? did you intentionally bring in those motifs, or did it happen over time?

Tomu: For Todenmukaisuus, there is the recurring theme of Running Away that just keeps resurfacing over and over again. There's the obvious and intentional instance of it in her backstory (running away from her past and starting her life as an adventurer), but the amount of escaping various situations her current party does took me entirely by surprise. Just on the top of my head I can list five separate times the party went "okay, time to leave this place very quickly, and we're all in agreement that we can't come back here ever again, right?". I've been immensely enjoying playing with this theme and can't wait to see if she and her companions ever learn to not run away from all their problems. (also, nowadays every song about messy breakups and abusive relationships remind me of Tomu, so I guess that's a thing too)

Glimmer: Glimmer's got the fully intentional fire motif going on. At first it's all gentle light and candles, tiny friendly flames that need protection, and as the campaign kept going and Glimmer's powers grew greater, so did the flame imagery grow into a blinding, scorching wildfire, burning everything around it in order to change the world. I really like the idea of light as a both gentle and destructive force, and wanted to explore both aspects of it with Glim's journey.

There's also a surprising amount of eye imagery that I associate with her, especially in regards to blindness. This one I didn't even realize until late in the campaign, when Glimmer got blindfolded for a while and it just felt… important. The blind eye motif has just crept its way into the art I draw of her, into her playlist lyrics, into the npc:s that are close to her. It just was always there, waiting for me to See it, I guess :D

27. how do they usually dress? why do they dress the way they do?

Tomu: Todenmukaisuus usually wears what I like to call "pirate clothing": poofy deep-cut linen shirts and duster coats, things that look good but not too flashy, and are somewhat gender neutral. You never know when you need to disappear into the crowd or slap a fake moustache on your face and pretend to be someone else entirely, so the clothing must reflect that. (I'm still not sure if this will change in the light of recent events where she acquired a Hat of Disguise and is thus free to dress however she likes without worrying about the disguising aspects of any given outfit. Personally I'm fond of her current looks as they are!) In terms of color, she favors deep mahogany browns and wine reds, accented with gold and cream details.

Glimmer: Glimmer sticks pretty much entirely to her cleric robes, though in a very mix-and-match fashion that is not necessarily endorsed by the clergy of Dawnfather as a whole. I imagine the vestments consisting of layers and layers of separate pieces, and donning them is supposed to be a half-meditative process where the cleric thinks about the different aspects of faith the garments represent (I recently learned this is actually very similar to how christian priests dress for sermon, too). The process of dressing up while deep in prayer is of course a whole ordeal when the robes in question are your everyday clothes, so Glimmer tends to just… skip it entirely. It's not like she'd remember the Correct Parts anyway, as the formalities of being a cleric aren't exactly her strongest suit. So in her case, the robing situation tends to wildly differentiate between each day. Today's warm, so maybe just the light lacey undershirt and an embroidered vest over that to make it look decent. Or, no one's going to mind of she just takes the hem of the robe and reworks it to a pair of trousers, that's just the sensible option deep in the woods or on horseback, right? (I actually really want to draw a full Glimmer dress-up chart, there are so many fun options and so many pieces to figure out. Maybe I will, I'm inspired now.)

47. what could they talk about for hours on end?

Tomu: Tomu would probably explode from excitement if someone asked her about her process of the fake potion crafting. These things take skill and thought, you know, it's not just randomly slapping ingredients together like you're a child playing with mud. You need to know all the differences between how different types of oils, alcohols and inks work, you need to know the right quantities of ingredients that will make or break the potion. It would be catastrophic to slip any of this to her customers, obviously, so she has taken a habit of not really speaking about her "trade secrets" to anyone. But she is very proud of this skillset, she desperately wants to spill the beans on it! So if someone she trusted would ask about her potion-crafting, they would definitely get a lengthy rundown about the different properties of all the things you could feasibly sell in a bottle. (I think Tomu would love to have an apprentice for this stuff, now that I think of it. She's SO not ready to teach anyone, but she'd love it nonetheless.)

Glimmer: Glimmer is not much of a talker, really. She can listen to other people talk for hours, completely enraptured by their words, but she often hesitates to join in on a conversation for fear of saying something Wrong. I think the closest thing to a hours-on-end talking for Glimmer were the (not necessarily entirely canon) side conversations she was having with the party bard, Harmonia. Those were basically in-character therapy sessions that sometimes got very long. The tieflings in that campaign had a lot of baggage between the two of them and we as their players were happy to drag every horrible bit of backstory into scrutiny between the actual game sessions. :D

61. is there an in-game moment of theirs you think about and just laugh?

Tomu: I love most of Tomu's attempts at deception, she's an absolute mess if she doesn't have the time to properly plan things. My heart holds a special place for the time the party was sneaking in the fields of some noble family in order to do some Nefarious Deeds there. Unfortunately they were spotted by a group of guards, and Tomu, reacting quickly, disguised herself as a noblewoman and tried to claim that she's just traveling to the nearest town with her group of servants and got lost, and no, she does not need to be escorted back to the road, and no, she does not need any directions, she's going to figure this out all on her own. Obviously this raised some suspicions in the guards. The party ranger also decided that this was the perfect time to sneak away from the group and do their intended sneaky business now when the guards' attention was elsewhere, but he got noticed right away and the situation started to escalate rather quickly. There were arrows shot and swords drawn, though the situation never broke out into a full fight. Tomu never broke character and kept complaining about bad servant material, asking the guards if there was a place in town to hire some better ones, and criticizing the confusing road design that leads people wandering on some random field, and hey, young man, you almost hit me with that arrow, watch it now! Finally the party was able to just walk out after Tomu offered the guards a rather sizable bag of coin "for ruining their field". Like, it was a mess. I still don't know if she even succeeded at whatever she was trying to do, but all of it was hilarious anyway.

Glimmer: The one Glimmer moment that nevel fails to make me laugh happened very early in the campaign. The party had found out about some suspicious cult activity in the small town they were staying in, and decided to investigate it. The characters split their ways and tried a different approach each, Glimmer's thing being just straight up trying to spot some of the grey-robed cultists on the streets. After a botched perception roll, she ended up spending hours wandering around the town, not finding any cultists but following around various innocent people she had deemed "suspicious looking" for wearing things that would maybe look grey-ish if you squinted. When she finally got back, the rest of the party were already sharing their findings with each other. And Glimmer busts through the door into the middle of their conversation, urgently and confidently sharing her news to everyone else: "There are no cultists here, but everyone else in this city is being shady as hell, we should go." The line was just delivered straight from her heart, so passionately that I can't but laugh when I remember it. I think that was one of the first moments where Glimmer took over and I could just watch her do dumb shit and enjoy the ride, too.

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Indian Wedding Sarees and Lehengas in the Newest styles

Indian weddings often take place over a few days, with the Mehndi (henna) ritual and the Sangeet (music) celebration being the two most popular events. Anticipate ornate jewelry, outfits made of vibrant fabrics, and traditional clothing, which may include a saree or lehenga. Indian weddings, whether you choose to attend as a visitor or a part of the family, are renowned for their splendor and joy. Since your wedding ceremony is the most significant day of your life, you naturally want everything to go flawlessly! Your first consideration when selecting a dress is to find a bridal lehenga and a suitable tailor for your clothing. We have all the details you require to organize a memorable outfit for any occasion. Here is a collection of some of the most recent lehengas and sarees that are worn at Indian weddings.

Lehenga:

An ankle-grazing long skirt is called a lehenga or choli. It is frequently embellished with gold or silver embroidery and worn with a vibrantly colored choli top. Western traditional clothing is usually worn from the hips to the ankles. Along with other ceremonial events, Indian weddings are frequent venues for its wear. Usually, silk, cotton, or polyester are used to make lehengas. Lehengas are available in several colors, including simple and red, green, blue, and so on. Indian women have been using them for generations now. Following independence, young females who want to look stylish started to wear this traditional garment.Many fashion designers are producing their own takes on these stunning gowns nowadays, giving them a unique look.

Lehenga with Pannelling:

One classic Indian garment with a distinct look and function is the panelled lehenga. Different versions of the panelled lehenga are available to suit various demands and situations. Traditional styles are among the most preferred ones for this ensemble. Even though they have been around for a while, they are still in style. Silk or cotton can be used to make these clothes. Selecting the appropriate material is crucial since it will enhance the beauty of your lehenga. Weddings, parties, and other ceremonies are just a few of the events and occasions when these dresses might be worn. They can also be changed to fit a person's personality or mood.

Lehenga with Fishtails:

After years of following fashion trends and social expectations, now is the time to stand back and admire the qualities that make you unique. We've put together a video lesson with a fishtail lehenga to encourage you to reevaluate your fall outfit. Since our favorite celebrities and influencers have been rocking this look on Instagram, we think it's the ideal piece to add to your collection if you want to switch up your usual denim and t-shirt combo.

Lehengas with Prints – For weddings, printed lehengas are a great choice. Both the dupatta and the lehenga can be printed, which is a great way to display your culture and individuality. Numerous print types are available, such as tribal patterns, animal prints, floral patterns, and more; onlineladiestailor.tumblr.com is one place to acquire them.

Lehenga with Sharara Cut – Indian women's flowing traditional sharara has been a popular choice for attire for decades. The term "sharara" has recently come to refer to a long, fitting skirt worn without a top and combined with anything from a light sleeveless shirt to a backless or strapless bra. The elaborate skirt with elaborate embellishments at the waist and hemline is the current interpretation of the "Sharara Cut Lehenga."

Jacket Design for Lehenga: A jacket-style lehenga is a traditional three-piece garment consisting of the skirt, the jacket, and the top. Typically, the jacket is made of net or chiffon and It has embroidered work on it. It is possible to make the middle portion of the jacket removable. A square motif can be used to adorn the hem at the end of the remaining portion of the garment. A Style of Jacket A lehenga is a dress that has a flared skirt and a fitted top. For women who want to keep the classic Indian style but want to accentuate their waistlines or play down their hips, they are a great alternative. For more formal occasions like weddings, celebrations, and receptions, this lehenga style is ideal. An alternative to more conventional Indian clothing designs that accentuate the hips and chest lines is the jacket-style lehenga.

Wide-Bladed Lehenga –

Wide flared lehengas have become popular in the fashion industry in the last few years. The skirts taper down to the ankles after a dramatic flair just below the knees. Considered a classic fashion statement, this trend has become increasingly popular in India. Finding clothing that fits every body shape can be difficult, but if you have a large bust and longer legs, this style might be ideal for you!

The saree

Elegant Indian sarees may accentuate a woman's natural attractiveness even more. Everywhere in the world, there are numerous locations with unique cultural legacies, and women dress differently as well. These are the most common kinds of Indian sarees that you need to know about.

Style of Lehanga Saree: The Lehanga Saree Style is a classic, special occasion saree that originated in Northeastern India. These saris, which come in hues ranging from vivid to deep reds and browns, are usually worn by women during weddings and other festivities. The distinctive horizontal striping that creates a flowing design on the fabric is a distinguishing feature of saris made in the lehanga style.

Saree in Mermaid Style: Sarees in the mermaid form are popular among Indian fashionistas and celebrities. Even while these saree styles have been around for centuries, they have recently been more and more fashionable because of the growing appeal of mermaid-themed literature and movies, such "Little Mermaid." The item gained popularity in India following Kareena Kapoor's mermaid-inspired ensemble.

Saree in Marathi Style: Beautiful saris in a variety of colors and patterns are available in the marathi style. This traditional look has gained popularity all over the world and its roots are in India. In the country's west and south, women and girls are the main wearers of them. This style of sari stands out from others due to its simple yet bright motifs.

Gujrati Saree Style: The most traditional manner to wear a saree is wrapped around the wearer's body in a dhoti or sari fashion, which is the epitome of the Gujrati style. A item of clothing, such as a blouse or petticoat, holds the saree in place as it falls from the center over the left shoulder and loops down to the right. These wrap-style sarees are typically accessorised with necklaces, bracelets, and other complementing pieces.

Double Saree in Pallu Style: – Indian saree fashion is best exemplified by the Double Pallu style. Usually worn in a single row, the pallu—the portion of the sari draped over the shoulder—is worn double when there are two rows. Indian brides and women tend to favor this style. It has been observed that rural populations are far more likely to adopt this style. The saree can be worn with a variety of blouses and draped and wrapped around the body in various ways. There are numerous hues and patterns available in double pallu type sarees. The end of the cloth that is slung over the shoulder is called the palla. While some ladies choose to wear their Pallas for extended periods of time, many.

The Traditional Indian Saree:-

The exquisite Indian-style saree is a representation of Hindi culture and femininity. In Indian culture, ladies of various social classes and faiths don the sari. It can be draped in a variety of ways depending on the wearer's activity or the occasion. The styles are based on antiquated traditions that have Buddhist and Hindu origins. The saree is often made of cotton, silk, or polyester and is draped around the waist before falling to the feet. Every Indian state has a distinct saree-wearing style, which can be divided into four categories: Nivi, Punjabi, Gujarati, and Odisha.

FINAL VERDICT

In conclusion, Indian wedding customs have been ingrained in numerous civilizations for many years, with unique traditions observed by each family. But it appears that most Indian weddings these days are becoming more and more Westernized, emphasizing a sumptuous celebration over the actual wedding ceremony. To ensure that it blends perfectly with the wedding's decor, it features the newest designs and hues. In addition, it offers guidance on how to ensure that it complements the individual's personality while also taking into account their cultural background. The newest types of lehengas specially made for Indian weddings may be found on our website, onlineladiestailor.tumblr.com

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Angarkha Kurta sets for girls are an Indian traditional attire that includes an outer robe with long sleeves that are reminiscent of traditional musical attire, with a wrap-around style that is fastened at the sides. This attire is suitable for both men and women, as well as children. It is graceful but edgy enough to easily fit into today's fashion apparel. This style is edgy and fashionable, which means it will instantly elevate your wardrobe. They are ideal for cultural events and can be worn with straight trousers, Sharara, Gharara, or Palazzos. Dress up your Angarkha kurta sets alongside designer juttis and jewellery for a classy and sophisticated look. 

Designer Printed Kurta Sets for Girls at ScrollnShops

Printed Kurta Sets for Girls are available in a variety of prints and patterns, including floral, abstract, geometric, tie-dye, tropical, leheriya, colour block, Mughal, bandhani, and more. Bandhani print is a widely recognised traditional method from Gujarat and Rajasthan that gives your clothes a classic yet colourful look. At ScrollnShops, Kurta sets for your daughter are handcrafted by our artisans. At ScrollnShops, we have a diverse selection of printed designer Kurta sets for girls that are appropriate for both formal and informal events. 

Designer Peplum Kurta Sets for Girls at ScrollnShops

Peplum Kurta Sets for Girls have a flared ruffle fastened at the waist, offering them a playful and fashionable look. This style is great for those who prefer a fusion look and adds a touch of Western style to the traditional kurta. Peplum kurta sets for your daughter will look great at parties and informal gatherings. Peplum kurta sets for your little princess represent elegance and will be ideal for occasions such as pujas, festivals, and family functions. 

Designer Kaftan Kurta Sets for Girls at ScrollnShops

The Kaftan Kurta Sets for Girls is a kurta that resembles a Kaftan. Designer kaftan kurta sets are relatively straightforward to wear. It's known for its comfort and typically has a flowy silhouette. These are great for a playful or relaxing day for your young one. For a casual occasion, choose a printed kaftan set, while an embroidered kaftan set will enhance your kid's appearance at any social event. 

At ScrollandShops.com each kurta set style on our website provides a unique method to show your personality and preferences. From the joyful brightness of tie-dye to the refinement of hand embroidery, there's a kurta set to suit any event, mood, or personality. ScrollnShops offers a wide range of Designer Kurta Sets for girls, allowing you to choose the ideal kurta set for your wardrobe. Happy styling!

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Top 10 Boho T Shirts for Women: Embrace Your Free Spirit

Bohemian style has become a popular fashion trend, especially when it comes to casual and comfortable clothing like t-shirts. If you're looking to embrace your free spirit and add some boho flair to your wardrobe, then you're in luck! In this article, we'll explore the top 10 boho t-shirts for women that are perfect for expressing your unique style.

What Makes a T-Shirt Boho?

Before we dive into the top 10 boho t-shirts for women, let's first discuss what makes a t-shirt boho. Bohemian style is all about embracing individuality, creativity, and a carefree spirit. Boho t-shirts often feature flowy and loose silhouettes, intricate patterns, vibrant colors, and natural materials like cotton and linen. These t-shirts are perfect for adding a touch of bohemian flair to your everyday look.

1. Vintage Boho T-Shirts

Vintage-inspired boho t shirts womens are perfect for adding a retro touch to your wardrobe. Look for t-shirts with faded graphics, distressed details, and oversized fits. Pair them with your favorite denim shorts or flowy skirts for a boho-chic ensemble.

2. Floral T-Shirt

Floral patterns are a staple in bohemian fashion, so why not add a floral t-shirt to your collection? Look for t-shirts with bold and colorful floral prints that evoke a sense of nature and beauty. Pair them with wide-leg pants or a maxi skirt for a whimsical boho look.

3. Tie-Dye T-Shirt

Tie-dye is another quintessential boho print that adds a playful and laid-back vibe to any outfit. Opt for a tie-dye t-shirt in vibrant colors like turquoise, fuchsia, or yellow for a fun and bohemian-inspired look. Pair it with your favorite denim jeans or shorts for a casual and cool ensemble.

4. Embroidered T-Shirt

Embrace boho-chic style with an embroidered t-shirt featuring intricate and colorful stitching. Embroidered t-shirts add a unique and artisanal touch to your outfit, making them perfect for expressing your free spirit. Pair them with a flowy maxi skirt or palazzo pants for a boho-inspired look.

5. Crochet T-Shirt

For a boho twist on the classic t-shirt, opt for a crochet t-shirt. Crochet details add a touch of texture and vintage charm to your outfit, making them perfect for a bohemian-inspired look. Pair them with a denim skirt or wide-leg pants for a stylish and eclectic ensemble.

6. Fringe T-Shirt

Fringe details are a popular boho trend that adds movement and flair to any outfit. Look for a vintage boho t-shirts with cascading fringe trim along the sleeves or hem for a playful and bohemian-inspired look. Pair it with your favorite suede pants or leather shorts for a chic and edgy ensemble.

7. Ruffle T-Shirt

Ruffle details are a feminine and romantic touch that adds a bohemian flair to your outfit. Opt for a ruffle t-shirt with cascading ruffles along the neckline or sleeves for a whimsical and ethereal look. Pair it with a floral maxi skirt or wide-leg pants for a romantic and boho-chic ensemble.

8. Printed T-Shirt

Printed t-shirts with eclectic and bohemian-inspired designs are perfect for expressing your free-spirited style. Look for t-shirts with tribal prints, geometric patterns, or animal motifs for a playful and artistic touch. Pair them with your favorite denim cutoffs or flowy pants for a creative and boho look.

9. Peasant T-Shirt

Peasant-style t-shirts with billowy sleeves and a relaxed fit are a boho essential. Opt for a peasant t-shirt with embroidered details or tassel ties for a whimsical and romantic look. Pair it with a suede skirt or embroidered jeans for a boho-chic ensemble.

10. Tunic T-Shirt

Tunic-style t-shirts with a flowy and oversized silhouette are perfect for a bohemian-inspired look. Look for tunic t-shirts with intricate patterns, crochet details, or fringe trim for a stylish and eclectic touch. Pair them with your favorite leggings or boho pants for a casual and cool ensemble.

Conclusion In conclusion, adding boho t-shirts to your wardrobe is a great way to embrace your free spirit and express your unique style. Whether you opt for a vintage-inspired graphic tee, a floral print t-shirt, or an embroidered top, there are endless options to choose from. So go ahead and explore the top 10 boho t-shirts for women to infuse your wardrobe with bohemian flair and creativity. Let your free spirit shine through your fashion choices!

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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Apt. 9 Men's Gray Embroidered Floral/Vine Motif Button Down Long Sleeve Shirt.

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Get Into Your Adventurous Spirit With Custom Outside Shirts

Carrying garments that express your man or woman’s fashion and sense of adventure is right whether or not you are hitting the tracks or just lounging outdoors. With the assistance of custom printing possibilities, you can lay out precise button-ups, camp shirts, and flannel clothing that might be just as bold and specific as you’re.

A comfortable, vintage-inspired look is blended with breezy comfort inside the conventional camp or cabana blouse. You may pick out a design for your personalized revealed camp shirts that perfectly embodies your adventure experience, whether a nature artwork, tropical motif, Southwestern sample, or something specific.

With these lightweight, brief-sleeve button-ups, you can display your forte and stay cool at the same time. Embroider specific info, practice fabric remedies like enzyme washes or distressing or comprise ornamental additives like chest pockets or contrasting trim. Your particular flare may be mixed with a carefree aesthetic with custom camp shirts.

Unmissable, Non-Stop Impact

Custom all-over print button-up shirts offer the option to print your design constantly around the entirety for people who want their apparel to leave a long-lasting impact. To exhibit your artwork, snapshots, or emblems in full, vivid color, choose from a range of luxurious, silky base substances like polyester or rayon.

A Present-Day Tackle Out Of-Doors Classics

A notable flannel blouse offers ideal consolation and heat for all outdoor sports while the temperature cools off. Who said those hard-button United States put on the typical solids and plaids best? You could absolutely reimagine this classic appearance with custom flannel shirts.

Create a geometric sample, a vivid solid hue, or an all-over print of a picturesque vicinity. Or use traditional plaid as a foundation for a variety of techniques like fading, embroidery, and one-of-a-kind published accents. Upload finishing touches to make your flannel stand proud of the gang, including completed sleeve hems, personalized buttons, or chest pockets.

Final Words

It’s critical to wear apparel that displays your individuality and sense of journey, whether or not you’re hitting the trails or simply lounging outdoors. With unique flannel shirts, colorful all-over printed button-ups, and camping shirts, you may make objects that can be just as precise as you’re.

It’s clear to create out-of-door apparel with so many alternatives for styles, materials, accents, and private touches. Also, choose custom-made shirts to exhibit genuine, bold fashion each time you cross outdoors instead of settling for pre-made options.

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Page four, the price list. A.K.A. the boring page. I'm including it for historical interest. If you want to see pretty photos of historical fashions, well, there will be plenty of those too.

But first, the paperwork. (Full text in the ALT text)

In which we can see that in this wholesale catalogue from 1928 the least expensive dresses (inside front cover, already shown) cost $8.75 but more than half of the dresses in this catalog cost the maximum $16.75. Translated from 1928 dollars to 2024 dollars that's a range from about $150 to just over $300. In modern terms, these are pretty nice dresses, but not stratospheric ones.

(I am going with approximate dollar equivalents from now on because the online converters are not consistent from day to day and give a misleading impression of being really precise.)

Anyway, since the price list is historically interesting but visually less fun, here's page 5, styles Number 804, 805, and 806 which going by the price list are the next step up fancier after yesterday's most simple dresses.

Page 5, "Elegant Washable Silk Summer Dresses."

The Arbus Apparel catalogue gets going with three dresses I would consider suitable for businesswomen, rather quiet and conservative in style given their late date. (By 1928 really fashionable dresses were beginning to experiment with dipping uneven hems, longer skirts, swingy ruffles and fluttering shoulder capes. This page's styles have very straight short-skirted lines more typical of 1925 or 1926.)

These are $10.75 dresses, the second-lowest price tier in the catalog. Converted to 2024 dollars that would be around $200 each.

Description: Three models wear straight-line long-sleeved knee-length dresses with small collars and low waistlines.

Left: Dress has a plain top that reaches wrist length, with small cuffs and a shirt-style spread collar buttoning over a small neck slit. A narrow belt falls at mid-forearm length and there is a diamond embroidered motif on the right hip above the belt. Skirt hangs in straight wide pleats from wrist to knee.

Original text: "804: Colors: orchid, maize, coral, and light green. Finest washable silk crepe is used in this neat summer dress. It is made in the two-piece effect style with wide kick pleats in front. A narrow belt of self-material passes all around. An embroidered small design gives a neat effect. Sizes 14 to 40."

Middle: Dress has a plain top with a shirt-style point collar buttoning over a small neck slit. Belted waist falls at mid-forearm length. An abstract rose motif is embroidered under the left bust. Skirt has six narrow pleats centered at the front waist which fan out to the knee.

Original text: "806: Colors: orchid, maize, coral, and light green. This is a beautiful straight line summer dress of finest washable silk crepe, ideal for all occasions. A neat embroidered design, narrow pleats in front of skirt and a narrow belt all around add to its attractiveness. Sizes 14 to 40."

Right: Dress has a wrist-length top with small cuffs and an open shirt-style collar. A deep V of wide fabric strips drops to a mid-forearm-length belt effect of more fabric strips with flat bow detailing at the front. The skirt has narrow clusters of pleats every two or three inches.

Original text: "805: Colors: orchid, maize, and light green. Finest washable silk crepe is also used in this neat summer dress. It is made in the two-piece effect. The long V-shaped effect in front and the pleating in front of skirt add neatness to its appearance. Sizes 14 to 40."

It's my birth month, so as a fashion history treat, here's the cover of a 1928 wholesale catalog from I. Arbus & Sons, New York, who I think were connected to the famous photographer Diane Arbus, who would have been five years old when this catalogue came out.

The catalog is 24 pages, sepia-toned black-and-white, of various styles of dresses fashionable in summer 1928, 14 by 21 cm (5.5 x 8 inches). Many of the fashion illustrations appear to be photographs, but the dresses the models are wearing are either painted on or very heavily retouched. There are a few purely painted illustrations.

I'm going to see about loading up more pages this month. Meanwhile, here's a start.

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ok so you know how months ago i posted headshots of my trio and said i had finished i had them all. well i was wrong. but this time im right i promise 

ID: pencil sketches colored digitally, a lineup of Link, (a younger) Ganon and Zelda (with Fi behind her), or at least my designs for my LoZ au. Fi looks slightly different, mostly in that her “arms” are more like feathery wings. Zelda has the Master Sword at her waist, and Ganon and Link both have strong blue accents in their outfits to match her. Long in depth descriptions of their outfits are below the cut. end ID

I really want to go into all their designs because I’ve put sooo much time into them but do not want that long post cut off again for just one image...

LINK: is the shortest, freckled, with sharp eyes and light brown hair that is longer but similar to the style of Skyward Sword Link. His tunic has long sleeves rolled up the elbow, with white embroidered accents showing leaves and a fairy. He has a long blue scarf with white stripes, and wears a black obi with a flute tucked haphazardly in, under a thick leather belt, from which hangs a pouch for an ocarina. His fingerless gloves and boots match, the same brown leather as his belt but with the tops rolled down to reveal lighter, orange-y leather and stitched hems. The boots toes are enforced with metal, and the same leaf pattern on his tunic runs up the front of the boot. The right knee of his pants has a patch. A slit on the side of his tunic’s skirt reveals chainmail, and of course he has small blue hoop earrings, with no visible gold or triangular motifs. Biggest inspirations: Link to the Past Link illustration where all he’s wearing all his items, and TP Link.

GANON: is the tallest, with his trademark gold eyes and fiery hair, which falls in spikes around his face, one long segment of hair over each shoulder, ending in golden triangle accessories. He wears a high-collared off-white tunic with bishop sleeves, hemmed with a dark pink geometric pattern. Over this he wears a very dark blue sleeveless a-line silhouette coat with golden accents and buttons. His belt is blue and wraps around his waist twice, with a pouch on his hip. On the other side hangs a pendant which is hardly visible but matches the one on Zelda’s top (it was once hers - his original pendant matched the accessories in his hair, and he gave it to Link as a good luck charm. Link, in turn, gave Zelda her bracelet.) He has blue leg warmers and black pointy-toed boots. The pencil lines show a backpack and the mark of the Triforce on his hand. The goal is fancy but not overly so, still practical and cozy. Biggest inspirations: variety of academic-type NPCs though the series (ex: Owlan, several guys I ran into frequently in BOTW) and Koume & Kotake.

ZELDA: is the only one here who I drew knowing she would be in this lineup, and so her pose and lines are more intentional. She has blunt bangs and equally blunt hair cut above her shoulders, plus the Toon Zelda zig-zag locks framing her face. Her earrings are large but simple gold triangles. She wears a sleeveless white shirt under an off-the-shoulder blue top with a circular cutout in the middle of the chest, just under the neckline which is held together with a gold pendant. The pendant is a circle with small stylized wings (echoed in the pattern on her top) with a red gem in the center and a red tassel hanging down, matching the tassel she has attached to the Master Sword’s hilt. She wears a black underbust corset with tails in the front and back, gold accessories at the ends. Her flared pants have white stripes near the bottom similar to the stripes on several Zelda’s dresses, and her leather boots have golden soles. She wears a green bracelet on her right wrist, along with nearly a full arm of golden armor, green and black painted detail, on her left. Biggest inspirations: idk she just happened <3 Skyward Sword Zelda concept art

[himikochan]

Costume Historian Weighing In

Hello my dudes I am drunk and I’m sharing costume history facts for fandom reasons

I see a lot of people referring to men’s shirts as chemises in Witcher Fics which isn’t exactly wrong but isn’t the most precise word you can use!!!

So Maybe I’ll Make A Whole Post About It but the Witcher Netflix really follows a lot of trends in Tudor-era fashion!!! 

At the time, most of what we’d call shirts (as in, garments that were closest to the body and covered the chest and arms) were broadly referred to as shirts or smocks! They tended to be much longer than a modern shirt for men and women- they would go to mid-thigh or knee length and were usually tucked in between your legs (since what we call underwear wasn’t really a thing yet)

Commonly they laced at the neck or had a single hook/eye or button to close them! They did not have a modern buttoning placket or extensive lacing up the front and frequently had a little gusset sewn into the neck or underarm to increase your range of movement (pretty much all the pieces of a shirt were some kind of rectangle- front, back, collar/cuffs, gussets, and ruffles if you had one) 

In many places, embroidery was a very very common decoration on a shirt! Typically motifs down the outside of the sleeve, collars/cuffs, and on the breast/chest of the front were desired! Embroidery along the bottom hem was less common. Black was a highly desirable color for embroidery- so desirable that there’s a whole school of embroidery motifs specifically for doing in black called “blackwork”- though red, gold, and other colors were sometimes used! Shirts were also embroidered in other places to decorate/close a hole in the fabric to extend the life of the garment!!!!

There are rarely hard and fast rules for historical clothing words: chemises TENDED to refer to women’s garments of this type, shirts TENDED to refer to men’s, and smocks could be use for either! But also I understand people using the word chemise to call to mind some kind of older shirt!!

Below I’ve included a page from the Tudor Tailor where you can see a few different variations of smocks!!!!

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It’s my work-iversary tonight so stay tuned for me wearing a gown I plucked from the trash and drinking an entire bottle of champagne and cursing capitalism and art!!!

If you’d like to hear the rantings of a verifiable costume historian/designer/technician— send me a DM or whatever and I’ll respond to all your questions/prompts!!!