#every hurrem outfit

[kosemsultanim]

Every Hürrem Sultan Outfit: 150/∞

[magnitoria]

I wanna know the symbolism with green color and hurrem. Ik most people associate her with red/orange color in general but imo there is a symbolic feature with green. First her ring has a green diamond, then her big ass crown has a green diamond in the middle. When she scored her ultimate win and ruled the harem she was wearing green. On her deathbed she was wearing green….is that just a coincidence? Am I reading too much into it?

huh that's interesting, although i personally wouldn't read deep into it simply because we know that the production was on a crazy schedule and it's not like they had much time or choice to execute their color code ideas, outfits were recycled and reused constantly.

there are lots of meanings depending, like green can be the color of greed, which can represent hurrem's greed for power. it can also mean joy, and she was suleyman's joy indeed. green also goes well with ginger hair and with hurrem's entire aesthetic in general. it can be just her color actually, maybe im forgeting things at this point but i had an impression that every character ended up with their own color palette. hurrem was mostly green, mahidevran was in these dark brown-ish colors, hatice was lighter browns and cream colors, valide was like,,,, toxic dyes, in the sense that she was always given these BRIGHT ARSE INDUSTRIAL CHEMICALS you'd never see in their time period. there were always exceptions for everyone involved, but maybe at the end of the day they just rolled with whatever the colors suited the actors better.

[osmanblood]

( BESTE KÖKDEMIR, TWRNTY SIX, CISFEMALE, PANSEXUAL ) ARZU OSMAN-JAMES is a PRINCESS from the OTTOMAN EMPIRE. they ARE NOT a pagan, and they DO NOT believe in magic. SHE is known to be +GIVING & +RELIABLE, as well as -DRAMATIC & -LONELY. little do they know that they will play a major part in our soulmates’ lives.

MOTHER & FATHER: murad i + haseki sultan hurrem of poland

SPOUSE: the prince of wales

ISSUE : tbd

SIBLINGS : a lot most like

OTHER :  n/a

upbringing

she was born on a stormy night on 18 march to murad i + haseki sultan hurrem of poland. she was small but she was healthy and very cherished.

growing up she was, and is, very close to her mother. she’s always amazed by her beauty and grace on how she handles her brother’s condition and always tried to cheer her up with bringing her food or things she made for her. it was instilled by her mom that they can should only be as happy as their poorest peasant and she didn’t understand until she started sitting on her balconies at the palaces they would stay at and look out, studying what she could, and then she understood. she would send out her old dresses, shoes, gloves anything she thought might help her people. and when she wasn’t trying to save the people she could she was in the library with her many tutors, learning everything from art to math to languages. this is when she started to realize she was in a gilded cage, a servant to the crown, her people and her father.

he terrified her as he did others but she was able study him like she did with others around her, but she knew what to say and do to make him happy she that was what she did. with the apple of her father’s eye, many think she is a small and delicate flower as she acts like that within the eyes of the court, she bows and bends when asked, she speaks to everyone she should and has read every book put in front of her. but little does everyone know how much she loathes it and has them fooled. how much of a puppet she feels, she loves her family but wishes to speak of things that interested her the arts and philosophy and not politics. she doesn’t wish to marry a prince, she wishes to marry for love. and that is what she will get, even if its the last thing she does.

the love that changed her life

one day being inside a palace was too much for her. she somehow convinced her lady to loan her an outfit and out they went. it was a wonderful day for arzu, meeting people, shopping, experiencing life as if she were a commander. she learned more in one day that she had in a year of sessions with her tutors. it saddened her heart to have to go back. they were blocks from the palace when arzu got hit and ended up twisting her ankle. it added hours to the journey, but it added years onto her life. it was a commoner boy about her age. it was as if arzu had never lived before meeting him. it was near dusk when arzu came back to the palace. she hadn’t seen anyone and she knew they would ask in the morning. her father asked why she was limping and she rolled it off as a dancing injury on learning the new dances of europe.

and a whirlwind romance started, she wasn’t able to leave the palace again but her lady was able to get letters back and forth between them. but it only lasted about a month.

she had just gotten the courage to tell her father she would be marrying him but that was the day she was told they were going to england and never again did she see him.

england

england was terrifying to arzu, being in the “western” world, so much was different the culture was different than to her own. she converted from islam to the church of england

at first she didn’t try to get to know the prince, too heartbroken and one day she cracked and told her husband what had happened, and he only kissed her on the forehead and allowed their love to blossom and soon arzu fell badly and deeply in love with her husband and her new home forgetting about her first “love”

personality

arzu’s name translated is wish, hope + love. something she follows as she travels through life. she is a bit of a dreamer, wears her heart on her sleeve but can also be cunning went crossed, her anger flares but she can quickly, sometimes, control it and her tongue.

[wrennytenten-blog]

Mermaids

There were countless coves and inlets along the banks of Lake Loali. Forests and swamps surrounded it, with rolling hills that reached to the coast of Knife Point sea. This small straight of land was hardly settled, most too afraid to make a home in case the Elves across the water attempted land fall. But everyone knew Elves weren't travelers of the sea. It was the reason Gareth continued leading them on horseback, taking the long route round instead of forcing the children to cross the lake.

Some fifty miles south, near the lower end of the lake, was the small town of Dentenfall. Between here and there, however, there was seldom a house, and certainly no villages. Gareth was familiar with the area. Many of her jobs she originated from the Kingdom of Hayfax, passing through Hurrem to get there. She just never took this route. It was too swampy and damp, never good to make a fire. But they couldn't chance going any farther south and running into Calvalio soldiers. And just as she usually avoided The Loali Isthmus, so did others. Fewer travelers meant fewer bandits.

Sunny and warm, the path was wide enough for them to ride side by side. Coming down into the lowlands, the lake looked as if it stretched on forever, dark and blue. It's breeze lowered the temperature and gathered an array of birds which called out from the trees. Ruvyn and Maylin were fairly well behaved. Bryn finally trusted the girl enough to let her ride on the back of the saddle. It let her ride beside her brother, who hadn’t stopped sulking after being made to sit behind Gareth. Having gotten hold of a fuzzy tree cone of some sort, they had taken up the game of tossing it back and forth to one another. They were snickering and hushing one another, as if they had yet to be noticed and a degree of stealth was part of the game.

Gareth let them have their fun. They were relatively quiet, not whining or causing a fuss, and she saw no harm in it –as long as it remained that way.

“And I thought the Cloven Sea was big,” Bryn chuckled to herself. She flattened her hand to her brow, shielding her eyes as she surveyed the horizon of water. “This is massive. Surprised there's not more people here, you know?” She glanced to Gareth, looking for an agreement.

“They're too afraid of Elves.”

“Elves?” Ruvyn piped up.

“The Wilds,” Gareth pointed to the west, “they're straight that way across the sea.”

“Have you been there?” Maylin asked.

“No one has, or, at least, those who have never came back. Story goes, Elves kill anyone of another kind on the spot. Can't say I blame them though. Humans backed them into the corner of Eporis, over the Saw Tooth Mountains. Any Elves who try to cross back over are dropped by the armies of Halsted. They have a strict immigration policy –zero tolerance.”

“You really know how to turn things around, don't you?” Bryn sighed.

“What are you talking about?”

“Such a beautiful day, lovely place, and you find a way to scare them. They know we're going through Halsted.”

“No, we're not,” Gareth chuckled, standing a bit in the saddle to fix her sword. Swiping her coat out from under her she shook her head. “You can, by all means. Get yourself killed. But I'm not stepping food in Halsted.”

“Why not?”

“Because I'm not an idiot,” she made a show of motioning to her outfit. “They'd have me shot just from suspicion. We'll stay along the coast. When we're close, we'll only move by night, around the mountains –hell, swim if we have to. You will too if you want these kids alive. They should be scared. Anyone in Halsted would kill them with one look at their ears. I'm not going to lie to them just so they can sleep better at night. Better paranoid than dead.”

“Well, if that isn't your motto, I don't know what is.” 

“Hello!” The melodic voice caught them all by surprise. Bryn snapped around, turning to the lake to block view of the shore. Gareth leaned up in her saddle, trying to peer around and see. “Down here, hello!”

“Is that…?”

“Mermaids?!” Maylin grabbed Bryn's sash, jumping up and down in the saddle. “Are those mermaids? Are they –are they!?”

“Mermaids are real?” Ruvyn was trying to sit up, leaning every which way in hopes of seeing. Gareth nudged Obsidian, trotting a bit ahead finding a number of bodies along the shore. They were lounging on the rocks in the shallow tide, glistening as they moved their lower halves. Not legs. Not… well, Gareth wasn't sure what she was looking at.

All of them threw up their arms, human like limbs as they sang out welcomes. A number of different colors, their top halves looked striking to a Human, somewhat off, but from a distance there were little differences. “Come down. Come see! We haven't had visitors in so long!”

“Agh, what are you doing?” Gareth pulled Obsidian to the side, swiping out to grab Bryn's reins. She had started turning her horse towards the water. “Where do you think you're going?”

“I was going to say hello.”

“No, you aren't,” Gareth hissed, turning them back on the path. “We have somewhere to be, and we are not going to inspect half naked women with tails.”

“Oh, just half naked women in corsets?” Bryn eyed her.

“I'm going to let that go just because I know letting you run off to be killed will only cause me more work,” Gareth snarled at her, sharply tugging on the reins again. “Today is not the day to find out if Mermaids are real.”

“Maybe its some fruity locals. You know, the arts and craft kind. Maybe there's a festival going on, and this is how they celebrate. You said it yourself, you've never been this way. You don't know.”

“I know I'm not going down there!”

“They're beautiful,” Ruvyn said, and was gone. He slipped off the saddle, falling in his seat to scramble upright.

“Ruvyn!” Gareth barked, “Get back here, right now.” But it was as if he didn't hear her. He ran full sprint down the hill, cape fluttering in the wind.

“I want to go see too!” Maylin attempted the same but Gareth caught her wrist.

“You're staying right here. Bryn, don't let her go.”

“It's alright, I'll go after him.” And she did. Getting down from her horse she trotted down the slope, leaving Gareth wide eyed.

“Bryn! Bryn you fool!”

[buffyboleyn]

i know MC’s misogynistic writers deliberately dressed Hurrem “badly” (their exact words) in the beginning to present her as this loud, nouveau riche home wrecker who doesn't know how to act in Princely circles, but i for one adore every single bright, tacky, bejeweled, Second Wife, New Money outfit they put her in, change my mind

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Every Hürrem Sultan Outfit: 146/∞

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