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thesecretcodeoffashion-blog · 4 months ago
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FEERIC FASHION WEEK DAY 3
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nicolae · 1 year ago
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Șah feeric
Șahul feeric este zona de compoziție a șahului în care există „unele” modificări ale regulilor șahului. Termenul a fost introdus de Henry Tate în 1914. Thomas R. Dawson (1889–1951), „părintele șahului feeric”,[1] a inventat multe piese feerice și condiții noi. A fost, de asemenea, editor cu probleme la Fairy Chess Review (1930–1951). Deși termenul „șah feeric” este uneori folosit pentru jocuri,…
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stayconnecteed · 1 month ago
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hiii beloved 🫶🏻 how about 💓 with hyunjin? i would pass away fr, ik you're gonna make me lose my mind
     ‎‎‎‎‎( 𝒉𝒉𝒋. ) 𝖺 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗇𝖾𝗋'𝗌 𝗃𝖺𝗐𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗋𝖻𝗈𝗇𝖾.
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━━━━━    𝒂bout.
hihii my pretty deni!! i really really hope you like this because i'm full invested in the cruel prince universe and i couldn't think of another scenario. i love this type of narrative, i love fantasy and i love fae hyune. i'm super nervous about how this is going to reach the readers, so please please be kind 🤍
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Hyunjin slides his vicious gaze over your skin, and a nymph behind you sighs. You squirm uncomfortably, barefoot on the smooth tiles leading to the throne room, expecting Seungmin to appear at any moment and drag you away. After all, the fae prince has taken a fancy to you, and while your best friend's mistake may translate into a night of inebriation and blurred dreams, for the moment everything that has happened has been quite real... and all too intoxicating.
You can taste the violence of the room even before the doors open before you, the floor covered in dry leaves and dirt, but nothing prepares you for the sight of a feeric feast at its peak.
The fairies intertwine their accelerated dances under the vault of tangled roots in the ceiling, slipping between the sweaty, half-naked bodies of others, flooding the room in a mélange of frosty velvety gowns and warm silk dresses, their long sleeves swirling around them. It is the aristocracy of the magical world, entwining crusts in their corsets and their sweet wine-soaked tongues in stolen kisses. There are giants devouring the delicacies prepared and displayed on the wide wooden tables that are no taller than the pale Doric columns that support the ceiling, and unruly nixes chasing each other among the crystal chandeliers that shed their light upon all the guests.
The thunderous rhythm of the nimble violins ceases at Hyunjin's presence, and you cower behind him as everyone turns to you. Looks of curiosity and disbelief turn into dark disdain as the guests notice how round your ears are at the tip, and you have to make an effort not to run away.
‘Don't scream,’ you whisper, and you don't see the way Hyunjin's lips tingle beneath an disguised smile. ‘Don't scream,’ you repeat, pleading, because if you start, you don't think you can stop.
The room is still deathly silent as the prince raises his hand, stretching his long fingers out in front of you, filled with silvery, intricate rings, and his ink-black pupils urge you to take it. You do not hesitate, knowing that magical beings take rejection as the worst offence, and you accept. His validation, his hospitality, his skin beneath yours. Your breath catches, the overwhelming scent of ripe fruit cloying your senses, his delicate fingertips caressing the palm of your hand, his nose brushing the back like the flutter of a shy butterfly.
You understand, the beating of your heart a roar comparable to that which devoted violinists tear from their strings once they continue to play, intertwined notes that sound too wrong and too right at the same time, that his intention is to dance with you. And you shudder, because you know you risk never ceasing.
More than once you have heard, from whispered comments and hasty warnings, that you should never trust a fairy. Their delectable delicacies make you lose your mind, their sweet words have the power to make you dance until you faint. They will convince you of the impossible, twisting the truth until you are unable to discern what is real and what is not. Hyunjin has not uttered a sound since he found you in the forest and swore he would never hurt you, and if you followed him it was because telling him no would have saddened him.
The prince did not have a face destined for sadness, though the tears sliding down his cheeks would have brought out his beauty.
You followed him and believed him, because fairies cannot lie, because deep down you wanted to, even if you knew you should not. And now you take his hand, disobeying Seungmin and everything he once taught you, resting your fingers on his palm, his thumb brushing your knuckles, and let him lead you to the centre of the room. He barely greets those fairies who try to steal his attention, his eyes fixed on you, and your chest warms with the pride of a swollen ego.
You may have been the centre of someone's attention before, but it doesn't matter anymore. It doesn't compare to the tingle that shivers across your skin when Hyunjin looks into your eyes. The blush that adorns your cheeks when he smiles at you, the sleeve of his dark suit coat brushing against your arm, the toxicity in his voice when he calls your name. The way your knees almost give way under your weight when his soft hand finds its place in the folds of your dress, which certainly seems too coy, its fabric doing nothing to conceal the way his palm digs its electrifying heat into your body.
It's addictive and absurd, the horrible satisfaction of being the only one the prince has allowed to be close, the only one who has accepted by his side, the only one who can slip your arms around his firm shoulders, feeling him shudder beside you. Knowing that you hold in your hands what so many want, for love and for war, for his blood and his power, and that it was him who chose you. Being mortal, being a faded petal next to the eternal beauty of the ones that surround you, knowing that so many hate you in that instant. It's dangerous, but you bask in the adrenaline that melts in your stomach.
Hyunjin presses you against his chest, leading the dance, and you let yourself go. You never bothered to listen when your mother insisted on teaching you to dance - after all, you were convinced you'd never need to, and you're not about to start learning now. It takes you a few moments to understand the order of the prince's steps, and then you simply follow them, as if it were as easy as breathing. You wonder if that ease, the way your head is clear and your feet light, is what it feels like to be enchanted.
But Hyunjin calls your name, and the thoughts vanish like dust in the air. You lift your chin, losing yourself in the depths of his dark almond-shaped eyes, and curve your lips in reverence. When the prince spoke, everyone fell silent. Seungmin had told you so. Your lips seal, and his heartbeat flutters beneath the palm of your hand, planted on his chest. You listen, you smile. You can afford to pretend to be one of them for the night.
“I want you to have an unforgettable night,” he pronounces, his voice chanting the sentence as the command that lies beneath every syllable, accustomed to living among servants.
“Yes, my prince,” you reply, your throat quivering, your gaze serene.
You are malleable in his presence, turning to clay under his touch. And he seems willing to stain his hands. His eyelashes stutter as you stand on your tiptoes, you see the way his Adam's apple quivers as he feels your breath collide against his parted lips, and before anyone can react, you kiss him.
It's brief, fleeting, barely a brush of your mouth on his. You don't have time to process the softness of his pillowy lips, or the way they linger on yours as you pull away. You open your eyes, and your breath catches as you see him smiling lazily, blushing up to his ears, as if he finds it amusing that you dared to make such a risky move, but irremediably wants more.
And that same breath you exhale against his lips as he returns his mouth to yours, burning, yearning, digging his fingers into your skin. He presses your body to his until you fit together like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, and you slide your hands up his shoulders, to the back of his neck, threading them through the strands of his silky hair. You sigh, frowning in delight as he parts your lips with his wet tongue, and your head spins, drunk on him.
You stand in the middle of the room, losing yourself in each other as the fairies dance around you, but you can only focus on Hyunjin, Hyunjin, Hyunjin... You can't help but tug at his hair as you feel him breathing heavily against your skin, sliding his mouth down your jaw to your throat, leaving open, slow, sensual kisses, following the quickening rhythm of your heart to your collarbone. Your mind is clouded by his lips, and you gasp as he bites your shoulder.
Seungmin once warned you to wear his berry amulet around your neck at all times, some kind of twisted repellent. You can remember the tenderness blushing his face as he spoke each word, the worry shining in his brown eyes, in case something happened to you and he wasn't there to protect you. But you've forgotten why. You only see the prince, his warm breath on your skin, his hands clinging into you, and the juice of the blackberries sliding down his sharp chin as he bites into your necklace.
You know someone had once said something, but it doesn't matter anymore. Only Hyunjin, his toxic lips, and the sweet berry liquor you lick from his mouth until you can only taste him.
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literaryvein-reblogs · 2 months ago
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A List of "Beautiful" Romanian Words & Phrases
for your next poem/story
Ciocârlie - lark
Coşmar - nightmare
Feeric - enchanting
Frumusețe - beauty
Gheaţă - ice
Întâlnire - meeting
Întuneric - darkness
Iti dau inima mea - I give you my heart
Iubirea - love
Luncă - meadow
Ma faci sa visez in culori - you make me dream in colors
Mi-ai intrat in suflet - you entered my soul
Mierlă - blackbird
Precipitaţii - rainfall
Răsărit de soare - sunrise
Roşu - red
Rugăciune - prayer
Toamnă - autumn
Văzduh - air
Viaţă - life
If any of these words make their way into your next poem/story, please tag me, or send me a link. I would love to read them!
Sources: 1 2 ⚜ More: Word Lists
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unhonestlymirror · 9 months ago
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Never in my life I'd thought I would draw LP fanart, but right after her feeric reel, she said she always supported Ukraine. As a Ukrainian, I am so happy to hear that *applying a tissue to my eyes*
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wvrlock · 1 year ago
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// Fun fact if you roll high enough perception you can see shadows briefly surrounding Fallahan when he casts shield or guidance on himself. Sometimes even a clawed hand clasping his shoulder or caressing his face, and if your muse is proficient in arcana they can probably tell all of his magic (including typically bardic, which in his case is originally feeric in nature) feels tainted, and reeks of shadow weave
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urban-orc · 2 years ago
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Ooooooooooooooh, this is a lot of the short story maybe novelette I'm writing. It's a kink romance between a feeric guy that is totally the first one, and a human that used to be the second, but just decided to give up and stay evrn if will get him killed.
big fan of characters with abandonment + attachment issues so profound that they leave claw marks in everything they touch but would sooner gnaw off their own leg than admit they just want someone to stay for once. in a totally normal well adjusted and not at all projecting way of course.
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taberecusuflet · 2 months ago
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Tabara din Dolomiti
Sezonul acesta ne pregatim sa mergem in mai multe Tabere de Schi si Snowboard in Alpi! Dintre toate acestea, poate cea mai frumoase este Tabara din Dolomiti, care va avea loc in Italia, la Folgarida, in perioada 2 – 8 ianuarie! Timp de sase zile ne vom bucura de peisaje feerice si de partii perfect amenajate in Muntii Dolomiti, despre care marele alpinist Reinhold Messner spunea ca sunt “cei mai…
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4me4you · 4 months ago
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4ME4YOU features designer “DZHUS” during Berlin Fashion Week AW25.
DESIGNER: DZHUS
DZHUS is a Ukrainian conceptual fashion brand renowned globally for its multi-functional outfits crafted from cruelty-free materials. The designer, Irina Dzhus, utilises innovative pattern-making techniques to minimise the need for extensive physical shopping, offering a versatile and sustainable wardrobe from a limited number of transformable garments. Since the onset of the war in Ukraine, DZHUS has relocated to the European Union and has committed to donating 30% of its profits to Ukrainian animal rights organisations.
DZHUS collections have graced prestigious platforms such as Paris Fashion Week, Berlin Fashion Week, Ukrainian Fashion Week, Milan Design Week, International Fashion Showcase London, Brussels Fashion Week, Helsinki Fashion Week, Vegan Fashion Week in Los Angeles, Milan Design Week, Vienna Design Week, Dutch Design Week, Designblok Prague, and Feeric Fashion Week in Romania.
ABOUT THE SHOW
Irina Dzhus' presentation at the Kabbalah Center was less a traditional fashion show and more an art performance, uniquely set against a backdrop inspired by the Last Supper. During the presentation of her collection “ANTICON,” the Berlin Contemporary award winner was actively involved, reading texts inscribed on the models' legs and arms, dancing, and transforming her versatile and emotionally charged designs live. One standout transformation featured a white bandeau top and slim-cut trousers morphing into a restructured halter dress adorned with rainbow colours and paw appliqués. Another highlight was the sculpting of a floor-length coat's brim into a halo-like face covering, showcasing Dzhus' signature blend of creativity and innovation.
SEE MORE:
WEBSITE: DZHUS
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romanasuloriginal · 1 year ago
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Farmecul Iernii pe Valea Prahovei Val... #Romania https://romanasul.ro/magia-iernii-pe-valea-prahovei-top-10-destinatii-de-vis-pentru-un-craciun-de-neuitat/?feed_id=662&_unique_id=656668f65a50e
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thesecretcodeoffashion-blog · 4 months ago
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FEERIC FASHION WEEK DAY 2
Marking a significant milestone with its esteemed 16th edition, Feeric Fashion Week reigns supreme as a beacon of creative excellence and trendsetting dynamism within the international fashion scene. This seminal festival serves as a melting pot for industry luminaries and emerging talents alike, converging in the picturesque city of Sibiu to celebrate innovation, style, and the transformative…
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jurnaldeoltenia · 1 year ago
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coolladydot · 1 year ago
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Cum transform un gift card în cadoul perfect?
Ninge. Privesc cu nasul lipit de geam cum zăpada este presărată tandru pe pământul rece de parcă cineva ar cerne făină printr-o sită uriașă. Iluminatul stradal parcă adaugă o notă de magie acestui peisaj feeric. Mă simt teleportată în timp, văzând cu ochii minții toate iernile trăite până acum și simțind speranța cu care am scris fiecare scrisoare către Moș Crăciun. Zăpada este primul semn că a…
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unhonestlymirror · 4 months ago
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I've just witnessed a feeric phenomenon: a German family trying to ride the train as a stowaway, smiling sweetly and in broken English explaining that they don't have enough money for tickets to the Lithuanian speaking conductor (a lovely old woman). Finally, they said "spasibo" (thank you) in russian. Also while smiling. XDDDD
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alexandraagociu · 2 years ago
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Castelul de lut Valea Zânelor
Pe malul râului Porumbacu, la poalele măreților munți Făgăraș se află un loc feeric, rupt din basmele populare românești și păzit cu mare atenție de entități magice.
Castelul de Lut Valea Zânelor este un loc de relaxare al călătorilor, un loc scăldat permanent în razele blânde ale soarelui și în pastelul infinit al florilor.
Legenda spune că tărâmul pe care se află castelul era locuit de făpturi magice - zâne - acestea protejează și în prezent locul care era când va casa lor.
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fairytearx · 3 years ago
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in my mind i am a fairy and no one can change that
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