#flamboyant royal attire

[resplendentoutfit]

The outrageous, extravagant, humorous, and sometimes beautiful outfits worn by the subjects of old portraits.

Karl Eusebius of Liechtenstein (1627-1684) • Unknown artist

This dude has all the things! There is enough lace, glitter, brocade, ribbons, sequins, spangles, and bows on that outfit to dress all of Liechtenstein!

[lilyrachelcassidy]

The Cat

Mattheo Riddle x Reader 

Summary: The one where Mattheo welcomes an unexpected visitor in his dormitory, which eventually leads to a confession from his side. 

Warnings: yyyhhh, not really, no; some feisty cat tho 

Word Count: 1.2k 

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Mattheo cranked the handle of the shower, releasing the hot jet of water on his body. Today was positively ghastly, and he wanted to wash the emotions and memories off of him. He planned on taking a few minutes of a good read of a Daily Prophet and then plunging under the blanket where he would be able to, hopefully, forget the horror of the day.

Life, however, had even more advancing events for him to deal with because when he finally shut the stream off, he heard a jangle coming from his bedroom, the room to which the bathroom was adjoined. He suddenly froze, stock-still. 

For a moment he admonished himself for being such a weakling, therefore, he quickly recovered from his momentary trans. On autopilot, and because he wasn’t sure what to expect, he threw on some robes and exited the bathroom.

Yet before he could take one step forward, something big and furry flung to his feet. He let out a surprised howl but soon discerned that the enigmatic object actually turned out to be a fat, shabby cat with flamboyant ginger hair and a bizarre froufrou collar on its neck. Quickly recovering from the shocker and the howl, which he definitely won’t be chronicling over his family dinner, he bent over the pet and took it in his arms.

“Well, well... if you aren’t a treat for heart,” he said with a few droplets of water trickling on the cat’s fur. It hissed in dissatisfaction at which Mattheo chuckled. He scrutinized the froufrou collar yet again and noticed the printed, golden word on it which showcased ‘Henrietta’ in the cursive. “Your owner clearly must hate you, Henrietta...”

The cat hissed again, and Mattheo wasn’t sure if it was a hiss of disagreement or not, but he liked to arrogate that as long as the cat was in his arms, it agreed with his opinion.

How had the cat entered his bedroom, or why would it do it in the first place, he didn’t know. But the bond between them flourished as Mattheo stroked it a few times and was rewarded with a great, vibrating purr in response.

“Okay, let’s get you on the bed, buddy.” Stiffly, he put it on the bed with which the cat seemed to be extremely dissatisfied as it hissed again. “You didn’t possibly expect me to cradle you around all night, right? The privilege is only reserved for my cigarettes...”

He wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do with this situation next but the resolved it probably wouldn't help with him walking around butt naked. He almost reached the bathroom to change to his regular, nightly attire, but a knock came to the door.

“For Merlin’s Sake...”

As the door swung open, it revealed a girl, an absolutely dazzling one, who Mattheo had been pinning after for a few months now - Y/N. She still had the school robes on her which she enhanced with some sew-on, muggle badges, and she was wrenching both of her hands like a small child summoned to solve a task in from of the entire class. She smiled at him coyly, and Mattheo was suddenly very aware that nothing but a thin layer of cloth prevented him from fully stripping in front of her.

To be fair, he wouldn’t have minded that at all.

“Hey, sorry to... intrude. But I have been looking all over for my cat and-” She halted in the middle of the sentence as she noted Henrietta casually stretched on Mattheo’s bedsheets, staring at its owner as though it revealed a Royal Flush on the poker table. “There you are, you stupid creature! What are you doing here?”

She crouched down, evidently waiting for the cat to approach her but it made no move whatsoever nor expressed any desire of being relocated. When Y/N made the reproachful expression and hushed at it a couple of times, only then did it finally get a grip that there was no option of a sleepover.

As soon as the cat prowled over to her feet, Y/N picked it up and swiftly faced Mattheo in the standing position again. She smiled at him. “I’m sorry about that. I hope Henrietta didn’t cause you too much trouble.”

Mattheo leaned over at a jamb, arms folded together. “No, of course not.” He shook his head lightly, and they both stood there grinning at each other and the absurdity of the situation they were shoved into.

“So, I think I should get going...”

But before she was able to move, Mattheo spouted off: “Don't you think I should get some kind of reward for finding your cat?”

Y/N sniggered, looking at him with amusement in her eyes. “Did you really find her? Or was it just a stroke of luck that she sauntered into your dormitory?”

At that, Mattheo smirked. He loved that someone was able to match his level of teasing. And he loved the way the corners of her lips curved, exposing a little dimple in one of her cheeks. “Technicalities.”

Y/N rolled her eyes but decided to give in to his conditions. “Fine. What do you want?”

“Go on the date with me,” he said it. Matter-of-factly. It actually cost him a much greater deal than he made the impression of; his throat went dry, and his heart picked up on the rabbit speed. And yet he was still leaning on the jamb, a smirk adorning his countenance and daring to look Y/N straight in the eyes as if it was one of the most obvious answers to that question.

That she seemed to not expect because at first, she snorted, but then apprehended that Mattheo wasn’t going to join her in laughter, thus she started goggling with a jaw hanging in consternation. That had a strangely amusing effect on Mattheo who, despite his tense body, managed to look casual. “You? On a date? With me? Do you even know who I am?”

“You are Y/N, and presumably, you are the owner of the strangely-named cat...”

“Hey! Henrietta is a very beautiful name. Have you not read ‘Persuasion’?” When Mattheo shook his head, Y/N let out a little squeak of disbelief. The cat peered at her with annoyance. “It’s only one of the greatest books ever! It’s muggle but still, something to catch up on.” 

Mattheo contemplated her face for a few seconds before the idea sprung up to his mind. “How about...” he started. “I take you to ‘Flourish and Blotts’ this weekend, and we can go over a few chapters together. Or we can go to the ‘Three Broomsticks’ and then you would tell me all about Henrietta?”

The robust blush spread over Y/N's cheeks. She set her face downcast, but a grin, even from that cant, was visible on her lips. “Only under one condition.” 

“And what is that?” asked Mattheo with a brow raised.

“You won’t poke fun at the name Henrietta ever again.” She simpered at him and that, Mattheo thought, was the sight he could admire on a daily basis.

“You got yourself a deal there, Y/N.” He extended the hand on which Y/N shook, and they both beamed at one another.

Later that night, Mattheo thought that thanks to the bloody cat, his days turned out to be one of his greater achievements, after all.

[cocoaletta]

realizing i never elaborated on this. so basically i thought reavers color scheme and fable 3 was odd cause white and black is an odd combo for steampunky colors esp if there isn’t a lot of brown. but they’re also too drab to be flamboyant reaver colors and like, it’s just a weird color combo. anyways i fell into a rabbit hole about colors in the victorian era and their common usages and white, black, and purple are all common mourning colors. sure i guess you could argue that these colors on the characters represent wealth and prestige but if i was reaver and the bestie died, id be dramatic as fuck about it too. anyways there’s a lot more under the cut so fuck it

disclaimer I know fable 3 isn’t explicitly set in the Victorian era but it takes a LOT of inspiration from early Victorian/Industrial era Britain, enough so that I feel its fair to interpret through that lens.

Reaver

Men’s wardrobes were often fairly muted with some browns allowed, and colors would differ depending on the period of mourning you were in (black> black and grey> black and white> black/white and purple> normal colors again)

also important to note that the mourning period would change based off of how close you were with the deceased. Mourning could be anywhere from a few months to a few years.

Black silk top hat with a seven inch crepe (the band on the hat) that is either black, grey or beige.

His clothes are all white with black trimmings which would have been common half mourning attire

ALSO his undershirt under his brown vest is black. Which is also just uncommon in the Victorian era and also in fable 3 lmao, no one fucking dresses like him

his cravat is also black which you literally do not wear unless you are in mourning. Its weird

Like sure you can say he wears white cause he’s a factory owner and is able to stay clean cause he’s rich, but who shows off their wealth in the dullest, most drab colors. All the other nobles walk around in the brightest, most vivid, eye assaulting color combinations, why is he different. Here are some examples of black and white half mourning and quarter mourning attire.

Most of the examples are women’s clothes because um, Victorian misogyny and women being expected to mourn longer while men were expected to be breadwinners and provide for their families. But if you read through old magazines and guides from the time you’ll find that men also wore similar clothes made with the same colors and materials, just usually for a shorter period of time.

In conclusion you can interpret this as however you like but personally I like this idea cause his clothes are just so ugly otherwise.

Little bonus to talk about the HOBW and Logan because they both wear purple and you could fairly interpret that as “oh those are royal colors” “purple is meant to be a neutral color opposed to blue or red”. But look.

Purple, specifically purples with white were often worn by the children of the deceased while in mourning as drab colors would raise an ‘unpleasant child’.

[qierxing]

AS SOMEONE WHO HAS WATCHED THE MOVIE AND READ THE BOOKS, I AM WANTING A PT 2 OF THAT PRINCE!TREY FIC BECAUSE IKYK WHAT HAPPENED AT THE NEVER BALL

This is by no means a way of demanding a pt 2, however if you were to ever make a pt 2, I would request it to be it a reaction fic of sorts to that (that is if you're open to it). Since it's not really "good" to be obsessed with someone who doesn't want your advances now is it 😏😏

BESTIE I WAS SO FLOORED WHEN I WAS A WEE TEEN FIRST READING THE SCHOOL OF GOOD & EVIL SERIES. TRULY CHANGED MY BRAIN CHEMISTRY. AS SOMEONE WHO ENJOYS MYTHOLOGY/FAIRY TALES TO THE MAX IT WAS LIKE CRACK. unfortunately. I haven't read the series in like forever so i completely forgot the finer details of everything

God, prince Trey.....I still think about him,,,he's so underrated as prince,,,he would be SO charming in a uniform and cape....

He definitely proposes in front of everyone. But he's not crass to make it flamboyant or tasteless-instead, he simply kneels with a plate of hand-baked macarons in front of you. Even if your face is scrunched in distaste, you can't say anything when Trey offers more pastries to your fellow classmates near you, meaning their hostility to an Ever in their radius is abated just enough to give you expectant looks. Everyone is looking at you, because even if Trey hadn't shouted at the top of his lungs he was asking you to the ball, no one is dumb enough to think that an Ever would take a knee so lightly, and for a Never, at that.

You bite out an acceptance through gritted teeth, and Trey's face alights the hall with a glow that puts the sun to shame.

Good defends, Evil attacks.

So why is it that you're backed into a corner against your will? You want to leave that shiny prince in a ditch-but somehow he's turned your classmates against you. Something about how they're guaranteed delicious desserts if they convince you to go.

"At least go and wreck the place and show those prats who they're dealing with!" One of them cackles while wiggling his fingers. Curls of smoke wiggle around his appendages, choking the air with an example.

You don't even want to do that. Attending already means you lost. It meant that you would be paraded as an accessory to a spoiled royal who didn't know the first thing about suffering. You would no longer be a Never or a proper infamous villain; no, you would be known as an Ever's true love, that he tamed.

Trey doesn't even frown when you show up in your most haggard black robes, holes ripped from various experiments and the edges eaten away by moths. He presses a soft kiss upon your knuckles that send a chill up your spine and compliments you on your choice of attire. Even when you dig your heels into his shoes during the waltzes, he continues to smile that infuriating smile, all the while pressing himself closer and closer.

Evil attacks, Good defends.

And so you do—you're done playing house with a madman and surely your teachers would excuse a little blood lust. So what if things get a little messy in the run?

Except it ends in fire and more chaos than you anticipated, and before you know it, only you and Trey are left in the wake of the destruction of the banquet hall. Your blood freezes over when he still smiles, tilting his head, and you realize:

there is only two of you here.

[hoshinoyozora]

Warning of the Condemned

🖤 Pairing: Yandere! Rook Hunt x Female! Reader

💛 Word Count: 2,4k+

❤ Warnings: Major character death

[Edited]

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When you had a bad experience with someone, it was hard not to apply it to other people.

You knew you were only hurting yourself with that kind of mindset, but you couldn’t forget the image of Ace Trappola, your ex husband, when Rook Hunt proposed to you. He was famous, or infamous to some people, for his deep appreciation for everything and everyone he met. He complimented his suitors extravagantly yet nonchalantly, leaving them in a state of confusion and flattered. Gossips about his actions traveled to almost every social event until the nobles were split to two groups; the skeptics and the bulldozers.

Although you were neither of those groups, you still doubted his loyalty. If he could praise those yearning ladies so easily, then how long would it take until he fall for one of them too? There was also a problem about why he chose you, a mere widow, out of all the single virgins in the kingdom. But it wasn’t as if you could reject his proposal, either. Although he wasn’t the heir, he was still the prince and there was a pressure from both the king and your parents to accept. The former because Rook had been single for far too long, and the latter being the bulldozer group. Divorce might not be uncommon, but it still stained your reputation somewhat and your parents would do anything to improve it.

Even if it meant forcing you to marry this elusive prince.

“You don’t trust me, do you?”

You peered through your lashes, swaying and twirling back and forth in a dance that seemed to be endless under the judging eyes of the audience. You wondered why he asked you, when his smile clearly conveyed his knowledge. Then, you looked down thoughtfully.

“Everything still feels so surreal to me, Your Highness, so please give me a bit more time to adjust.”

A distraction, not quite a lie, to hide the truth. Once again, Rook humored you.

“Oui. Do take all the time you need, Mademoiselle. We have an eternity together, after all.”

You stiffened, tightening your grip on his gloved hand instinctively. Well, just because he said that, didn’t mean he’d be loyal, right? Marriages with the royals just so happened to be more binding than with the nobles.

“Of course, it doesn’t mean I will stop striving for your trust.” he simpered. “I do hope you remember my proposal, Mademoiselle.”

Yes, you remembered it alright. A fancy carriage stopped in front of your gate on one morning; the barrier between the rich and the poor, the curiosity of public and the privacy of family. Out came Rook Hunt, in his white and gold attire. His canary yellow hair shone brighter under the sunlight despite the white feather hat he seemed to love wearing. A pair of hunter green eyes pinpointed your flabbergasted face from the window, and a cheerful smile, as though oblivious to his mistake, curled his lips.

It was obvious that your whole family was thrown into chaos. Your mother wrapped a shawl around her shoulders and forced you to dress up as quickly and neatly as you could. Vaguely, you heard your father tittering as he welcomed Rook downstairs, and the latter’s flamboyant voice that drowned out all the greetings and polite questions. Glancing at the opened windows of your room, you were tempted to jump out just to avoid talking with him. It didn’t matter if you were already drilled with manners and pleasantries since childhood, you still disliked sudden visits.

Especially not from the royalty, who should’ve sent a letter beforehand.

Unless this was an investigation?

You shook your head. No, as far as you were concerned, your father had never done anything unsavory. At least, you hoped so. If he did, the knights would’ve come here by themselves. There was no reason why Rook would single you out when he’d never done that to other families.

Needless to say, your current dress wasn’t the best one, especially to receive such an important guest. But your mother was, fortunately, far more distracted by Rook’s arrival than your appearance. She urged you to sit on a chair, not quite facing him, yet still be the center of his attention anyway. You were reminded of all the Royal parties you’d attended, and, hell, even your own wedding. He was there; in the ballroom, in the garden, and in the church. Sometimes dancing, sometimes talking, sometimes drinking, but always staring. It was the main reason why you hated attending those parties, and which feeling bled to the casual events because you had a lingering suspicion that he’d be there somehow.

If he even came to your wedding when the royals were absent, despite the invitation being a courtesy at best, then what stopped him from coming to the events that were unrelated to him? He was the prince, after all, and a shameless one at that.

Still, Rook appeared unbothered by his own creepiness as he lowered himself to one knee and opened a velvet case. The diamond ring glinted like a grim reaper, and the proposal echoed like hell.

“Would you join me in the altar and create a happy life together, Mademoiselle? I vow – with my entire heart, body, and soul – that I will be loyal to you. Forever and ever.”

He smiled up at you with those sharp eyes that seemed to know more than they let on. Than you weren’t willing to admit. You knew it’d be hard to hide secrets, especially one as big as a divorce, from other people, but you thought you could at least pretend that Rook didn’t know about it. Really, there shouldn’t be any reason why he had to concern himself with you. Not even his parents cared much about the divorce of some noblewoman.

And yet, here he was, kneeling in front of you while your mother fainted behind you.

So, of course, you accepted it. You had to. If your father’s eager whisper and Rook’s knowing smile didn’t pressure you enough, the letter from the king sure did.

Then, Rook apologized for the ‘lackluster’ proposal, as though your mother’s reaction didn’t mean anything, and promised to hold a grand party to ‘repay’ it. Grand was certainly an understatement to describe the state of the ballroom right now, which gave more authenticity to your overall feeling of it being ‘surreal’.

“Let’s see. Perhaps I should start with him?”

He spun you until your eyes landed on your ex husband, Ace Trappola. He was watching through the crowd, one hand wrapped around his new fiancée’s waist while the other nursed a glass of wine. Since your first meeting with him, you already knew he was still childish. Marriage was too big of a responsibility to him, so you weren’t really surprised by his infidelity. Still, it didn’t mean your feelings weren’t hurt. A warm and loving marriage might be rare in your society, but you still expected some degree of loyalty from him.

“What are you going to do to him?” you whispered.

“Whatever you want me to do, I shall carry it out to the best of my ability.”

“Don’t be silly.” you scoffed. “We’ve separated amicably.”

“Oh, mon amour. What a huge heart you have, forgiving a delinquent who toyed with your feelings like a fiddle. Truly, your kindness knows no bounds.”

You merely huffed, unsure of how to respond. To his flattery, determination, or the implication that he was willing to do anything you ordered? You didn’t know anymore. He was just as romantic as he was enigmatic, and you feared the day would come when you had to betray him once you found out about his secrets. The day where you became no better than your own ex.

And his attempts at gaining your trust didn’t just stop at that dubious statement. Every day, Rook never failed to give you presents and praises. From your beauty, personality, down to the tiniest quirk you didn’t know you had. Now, you understood what those noblewomen felt whenever he complimented them; flattered yet confused.

Except, this time, he didn’t do it nonchalantly.

No, instead, he attacked you with all of his best weapons, but you were still too hurt and suspicious to lower your defense.

Although, right now, you wondered if you were better off resigning yourself to his attacks much sooner.

“What…?” you whispered, fearing that a loud voice might just burst the illusion created by your shocked brain. That maybe, just maybe, you were seeing things. “What is the meaning of this?”

Slowly, you withdrew to the iron door that separated you from the blissful world and gripped the cool handle. Ace and his fiancée hung on rusty chains, wounded and bruised beyond comprehension. Beside them, Rook stood with a proud smile as if presenting his masterpiece.

“My judgment to those who betrayed you, of course.”

“I didn’t ask for any of this!”

“You only said that I shouldn’t do anything ‘silly’. This, in my opinion, is far from silly.”

You didn’t expect that he’d use your words against you, but then again, did you really know him at all? Aside from his flamboyance, he kept everything else under wrap. In fact, you realized that you’d never seen his sadness. His anger was already a rarity in itself.

“So, what?” you inquired, voice shaking from the dread of his next actions. “Are you going to kill them now?”

Rook hummed in mock questioning and cocked his head.

“Do you want me to?”

Would you? Ace was a cheating bastard, loving that woman just because they had similar positions as a duke’s child and you a marquis’s. But other than that, and his occasional mischief, he’d never really done anything harmful to you. To torture them, or even kill them, would seem too cruel.

“No, please don’t. If people found out about this, they…”

Maybe you didn’t really care about their lives. Maybe you cared more about your reputation, just like any other noble. But it was still better than sentencing them to their graves, right?

“They?” Rook drawled, urging you to continue.

You gulped.

“They’d think I’m the one who killed them.”

“What if they found out that I’m the killer instead?”

What would happen? Surely, he wasn’t careless enough as to stain his own image for you, right? And yet, looking at his cavalier face now, you had a feeling that he wouldn’t mind it. Maybe he’d even find a way to turn everything into an advantage for you both. He was resourceful like that.

“I… I don’t know. A mere infidelity sounds a bit too… insignificant for such a big revelation.”

His smile changed, and with it, you felt like you were making a fool of yourself now.

“Mon ange.”

You grimaced at the nickname, deeming yourself undeserving of the meaning.

“Infidelity is never ‘insignificant’ enough for me to turn a blind eye to, especially if it involves you.” he mused. “But to the public, I have enough evidence of their conspiracy to replace my sibling as the leader with their own candidate, who is his own brother, to punish them properly.”

You gasped, torn between believing him and being skeptical. But, so far, Rook had never lied to you. Otherwise, he would’ve done that when he spotted you lingering in the entrance of the dungeon due to a man’s scream, which apparently belonged to Ace.

And the reason why he twisted your words was to avoid him lying, too.

“So, all this time, it wasn’t just because he loves her more than me? They’re actually… accomplices?”

“Indeed. Their romance is but a front for a dark secret underneath. It’d be most unfortunate if they were a couple from the start, but alas, fate just had to move this way.”

If that was the case, then what about him? Was his ‘romantic’ attempt a front too? Would he have proposed to you if you didn’t marry Ace at all? Would you have accepted him faster?

“… Why are you doing this?”

“I told you,” he simpered. “I won’t stop striving for your trust. Unlike him, I’m not the type to break my own promise, let alone the holy vow of marriage.”

You knew. You knew that all too well. From that grand engagement party, daily presents and praises, he wasn’t the type to give up on things he was interested in. Or someone. You never rejected him, either. You couldn’t, and that just gave him all the opportunities to win you over.

Which was why you weren’t surprised by their execution a week later. The gallows faced your way, and Ace was staring at you with a painful mixture of betrayal, hurt, and exhaustion from the seat on the right; the traditional ‘seat of honor’ in an execution. He opened his mouth, and you wished you couldn’t see or understand his words.

“Be careful with Rook.”

Even after all this time, he still cared about you enough to warn you.

You looked away, trying not to see the way his ankles and wrists were bound by manacles, and the white cloth that tied his arms to the sides and his ankles and thighs together. You tried to comfort yourself with the fact you didn’t know about his schemes until recently, and that everything was still his fault, even as you saw the guard finally put a white bag over his head through your peripheral vision. Then, Ace moved a few feet to the noose until he was fully positioned on the drop. The rest of his family stood beside him, but unlike him, they didn’t look at you or the Royal Family. They were too ashamed.

Suddenly, Rook leaned towards you and smiled pacifyingly.

“As expected, you retain your huge heart until you refuse to witness this fateful day. Worry not, I will not subject you to his misfortune any further.”

Because he was already your misfortune now.

You closed your eyes, trying not to imagine the way Ace’s stomach heaved and legs quivered when a few knights knocked out the supports holding the drops in place.

“Be careful with Rook.”

If only he said it much earlier.

If only he didn’t cheat on you.

Rook held your hand and looked at you knowingly.

“Do you trust me now, mon ange?” he asked, smile widening and eyes darkening. “Or should I strive even more?”

[lancermylove]

Chapter 6 (N.SFW)

➣ Pairing: Demon brothers, Royals, Solomon with fem!Reader. ➣ Warning: N.SFW ➣ Word Count: 2,403 ➣ Chapters [SFW]: [1][2][3][4][5][6][7][8][9][10][11][12] ➣ Chapters [N.SFW]: [1][2][3][4][5][6][7][8][9][10][11][12]

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You chuckled at the sparkles in Diavolo's eyes as he described the events of their outing yesterday. His vibrant and enchanting energy was quite contagious. However, what captivated you most was the prince's ability to act as an ordinary individual without carrying the weight of his royal duties. Even Asmo appeared to notice this as he giggled while relishing a piece of fruit from his breakfast bowl.

"Then, we witnessed children dressed in elf costumes, and they were creating, I believe Solomon referred to it as, a snowman. But then he stated we had much to see, so I was unable to witness the final form of the man of snow," the prince merrily spoke without taking a breath, "which upset me greatly. However, Solomon acquired an image from the web, but it could not match the splendor of witnessing one in actuality."

"Young master, do remember to breathe and finish your breakfast," Barbatos calmly said from the opposite side of the kitchen. His words drew laughter from you and Asmo, and while Diavolo finished the remainder of the food on his porcelain plate, the Avatar of Gluttony took the spotlight.

"There were so many ice sculptures shaped, and they look crunchy and delicious," Beel grinned, but his lips quickly tugged into a flat line. "But everyone stopped me from taking a bite. Solomon said the artists worked hard to make them."

"The ice sculptures were beautiful. If only they had one of me," Asmo giggled. "Diavolo, what if we had an ice sculpture festival in Devildom?"

"An excellent suggestion, Asmodeus. Having a winter wonderland of our own sounds delightful," the prince nodded. "Furthermore, I quite enjoyed witnessing Santa's workshop and would like to have one in Devildom. I could don Santa's attire while the rest of you could be my elves."

At his words, you glanced at the butler, who was occupied with chopping ingredients for dinner. Your vivid imagination conjured the image of Barbatos with elf-like pointed ears, adorned in a vibrant green attire and carrying a satchel filled to the brim with treats. The thought of a dignified demon in an adorable, flamboyant outfit made you giggle. As if sensing your gaze, he briefly glanced at you with an eyebrow raised, but you quickly looked away.

"We could also install an ice skating ring. Due to our time constraint, my wish to ice skate remains unfulfilled," Diavolo sighed, but Barbatos seemed a bit alerted by the grand schemes the prince suggested.

"My lord, I apologize for dampening the mood, but I fear the council will not sanction your suggestions. They will likely view them as superfluous expenditures and may cause trouble for you," the butler said in an effort to dissuade the prince from traversing down that path.

Hearing his words disheartened Diavolo, yet he was aware the Barbatos's concerns held merit. The council already voiced their distrust in the prince and expressed their desire for the king to rise from his deep slumber on multiple occasions. He appreciated the butler's concern and wisdom but was still upset at the possibility that his ideas might not come to fruition.

"Aw, don't be upset, Diavolo," Asmo said with a small smile and gently patted the prince's arm. "Those ancient grouches don't know the definition of fun."

You sympathized with Diavolo but didn't know how to comfort him. How could the Crown Prince of the Devildom have less decisional authority than the council members? He was a kind and benevolent prince who always thought of the well-being of the residents in Devildom, yet the council refused to acknowledge his endeavors. Moreover, it felt as though they were waiting for him to take one misstep so they could question his leadership abilities. 'Talk about evil.'

"Oh, (y/n), I forgot to tell you about our fans," Asmo chimed in an attempt to lighten the thick atmosphere. "We had a crowd gathered around us! They were complimenting and taking photos of us. Some even asked for our numbers, but the situation got so bad that the security guards had to intervene."

Beel laughed and nodded, "They offered to take me out to eat."

Once again, your imagination ran wild. The thought of Beelzebub's voracious appetite taking control of him as he devoured the entirety of the restaurant made you shudder. But imagining the expressions of the onlookers made you quietly chuckle. 'That would be one expensive date.'

"(Y/n)," the sixth brother softly said, bringing you back to reality, "you and Belphie did a great job decorating the tree."

"Thank you, but Belphie did most of the work," you chuckled.

"Don't be so modest, sweetie!" Asmo sweetly said as he handed you a small, festive gift bag with a scarf. "As a thank you for your hard work, we have a little something for you."

The silky softness of the cashmere scarf patterned with wintery and festive motifs drew a smile to your face. "Thank you, Asmo. It's perfect for the season! By the way, have any of you seen Mammon?"

"Come back! I ain't goin' to hurt ya."

You heard Mammon's voice in the distance and quietly headed in his direction, but upon arriving, you tilted your head and blinked rapidly. The Avatar of Greed cautiously approached a reindeer with a red spherical object in his hand, his expression hopeful despite the creature's skepticism. For a few moments, you watched them, baffled yet fascinated until Mammon leaped forward and tried to press the sphere on the reindeer's nose. The deer immediately bolted in the opposite direction, kicking up a plume of fresh snow as it fled, and left a disappointed Mammon lying on the ground, face flat in the snow.

"Mammon, what are you doing?" You inquired, trying to hold back your laughter. Rolling over on his back, the second brother sighed exasperatedly in defeat.

"Satan was talkin' 'bout Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer, sayin' all human like him. And I wanted to see ya smile, so I tried to put this red nose on that reindeer," he sighed loudly. "But the deer ain't havin' it."

His reasoning surprised you, but a sensation of warmth spread throughout your entire body. However, you wondered why Mammon thought you needed to be cheered up. With a quiet giggle, you spoke your mind, "But I am not sad, Mammon."

"Look, I ain't the smartest demon, but even I can tell somethin' is goin' on with you, Lucifer, Barbatos, and Diavolo," he declared as he stood up and dusted the snow off his clothes. First, Lucifer, then Solomon, and now, Mammon? Had everyone figured out something was going on behind the scenes? Noticing your discomfort, he continued, "Hey, I ain't goin' to ask ya to tell me if you don't wanna. But I am here for ya, y'know. If you wanna talk or somethin'."

"Mammon, I wish I could say 'you are a true angel.' But thanks. I will keep that in mind," you tenderly smiled but quickly changed the topic. "Speaking of angels. Want me to teach you how to make a snow angel?"

"A snow...angel?" Mammon repeated with a hint of confusion. "What's that?"

In a wordless display of your actions, you lay down on the ground and fully stretched your limbs as the Avatar of Greed curiously observed your moves. As you began to sweep your arms and legs through the powdery snow, a shape emerged, catching Mammon by surprise. You cautiously rose from the ground and created a slightly uneven halo atop its head. "Voila. A snow angel! Your turn."

Mammon didn't respond but studied the imprint he had left in the snow after attempting to attach the red nose to the reindeer. In a moment of playful creativity, he crouched down with a mischievous smile and dipped his index finger into the snow. With a few strokes, he added horns and a tail to the impression. "Voila. A snow devil. Take that snow angel!"

Your laughter echoed through the opening in the center of the forest, "Speaking of the devil. What were you hiding behind your back a few days ago? You know, the small blue and black packets."

"Huh? I dunno what you're talkin' 'bout," Mammon mumbled and averted his gaze momentarily.

"Suuuure, you don't, Mammon," you chuckled. "Wait, aren't you supposed to be decorating the exterior of the cabin?"

"Yeah, and Solomon's supposed to be helpin', but he ran off. I ain't doin' everythin' by myself," he slightly frowned and threw his hands up in the air.

You hopped off the step-up and took a moment to admire your handiwork. A faux pine wreath adorned with a crimson ribbon hung outside the main door, its vibrant color standing out against the albescent backdrop. The tails of the ribbon occasionally fluttered in the light, chilly breeze. Nestled in the door frame was a pine garland with soft white LED lights gently illuminating the pine needles. Pine cones and berries served as a festive accent amongst the branches.

A sudden, ear-piercing thud resounded across the winter landscape, quickly followed by a grunt. Your head quickly pivoted in the direction of the noise, and you laid your eyes upon something quite unexpected: the legs of the Avatar of Greed poking out of a mound of fluffy snow. As you hurried over to investigate, Mammon's voice emanated from beneath the powder-laden mass, "Why do I gotta do all the hard stuff?"

You let out a light, giggling laugh as you took in the amusing sight of Mammon stuck in the snowy pile with festive string lights on top of him. Hearing you laugh, he huffed and averted his gaze in protest, "That ain't funny. I could've been seriously hurt fallin' from the roof like that, y'know."

"Sorry. Sorry," you giggled. "Let me help you out of there."

You quickly helped the Avatar of Greed extricate himself from the icy clutches of the snowy abyss, but to no avail did he appear to appreciate your efforts. Once he returned to his feet, he loudly dusted the snow off his clothes with a frown on his slightly dry lips. To brighten his mood, you carefully formed a snowball and lightly delivered it to his shoulder, its powdery substance flying through the air and landing with a small poof on his body.

Mammon's somber expression softened momentarily as he glanced at the place where you threw the snowball. Seizing the opportunity, you engaged him further and tossed another snowball in hopes of seeing the Avatar of Greed smile or at least have a reaction. But to your dismay, he refused to acknowledge your actions, his body language portraying a sullen, unamused air about him.

Exasperated with your futile attempts to cheer Mammon up, you sighed and turned away, but as soon as your back faced him, you heard a soft whoosh, followed by a poof on your shoulder. In a few minutes, laughter permeated the air as the two of you tossed countless snowballs at each other. The snowball fight soon turned into a chase through the woods.

Your playful antics led you and Mammon atop a hidden corner in the forest as curtains of snow began to cascade from the heavens. The chase came to a halt when you noticed a quaint cave nestled in a stone wall. The two of you glanced at one another, contemplating whether you should explore the unknown lair.

"What if the cave has a bear or something dangerous?" You nervously asked, stepping closer to him.

"Never fear 'cause Mammon the Great is here," he responded in a slightly deeper voice but quickly added in a softer tone, "What are ya worried about? I ain't gonna let anythin' happen to ya."

Placing your trust in him, the two of you ventured into the darkened cavernous depth, your curious gazes set on discovering its mysteries and treasures. Halfway through, your wandering gazes halted as you stumbled upon an otherworldly sight. One wall of the dreary cave housed a plethora of glowworms; each radiated a distinct blue light, and together, they created an iridescent symphony resembling the starry night sky. Before the wall lay a pitch-black pool that mirrored the bioluminescence, further adding to the enchantment.

As the two of you observed the artful display of nature, a moment of silence ensued. Eventually, Mammon tore his eyes from the scene and directed his gaze at you. The azure glow softly highlighted your features and added a touch of vibrancy to your eyes, blessing you with a heavenly appearance. The demon's heart fluttered as his breath slowly escaped him.

"(Y/n). You...look beautiful," he whispered as heat spread across his cheeks. In the soothing glow, your eyes stared at each other longingly, secretly conveying the feelings buried in your hearts.

With a spark of heat and longing, your face inched closer and closer until they met in a sweet kiss. The soft embrace of your lips sent your thoughts and emotions into overdrive, stirring your boundless desires for each other. Like a wave crashing against the shoreline, your lips collided in an ever-building storm of sparks. Your breath grew heavier as your kisses grew more passionate, every nerve and inch of skin alive with the electricity of the moment. Your bodies pressed into each other, your hands exploring curves and dips, your movements as swift as tides.

Soon, your jacket came undone, followed by the buttons on your shirt and the clip in front of your bra. The sight of your delicate and bare chest skyrocketed Mammon's desire as he tossed his jacket aside and tore open his shirt. In the blink of an eye, your back was against a wall, your soft chest rubbing against his muscular one, your arms tightly coiled around his neck, and your legs wrapped around his waist.

While your tongues tangled and caressed one another, your hips moved in perfect sync, dancing to the rhythm of your unbridled passion. Heavy breathing and soft moan filled the confines of the inner cave. As his pace increased, the sounds became louder and more frequent, turning into soft cries of pleasure and desperate gasps for air. 

In the secluded alcove, you and Mammon were enraptured by your carnal desire for one another, and neither one of you wanted to stop. In the safety of the stone structure, your hips repeatedly met in myriad positions. It was only you and him in your own little world.

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I got bored and decided to use this site to generate some words I could use to create a character. It was fun to do.

The words I used are:

shiny

lively

festive

outstanding

drunk

Marcus had what one might call a... flamboyant fashion sense. He preferred to call his tastes festive. Most just referred to it as ridiculously loud, if not outright ugly. All vibrant colors, always arranged in some elaborate ensemble with at least one standout piece--a vaguely indigo suit with a pinkish-purple dress shirt, complimented by a royal blue tie with bright blue waves for accents, for example. Despite what anyone may think of his attire, there was no denying that he was tidy and well put together.

His personality shone just as bright as his color choices. Marcus was lively. He could turn just about anything into a celebration. He was outgoing, kind, and ever-so-polite, yet he could party like no one else. Give him a couple shots, and it all got cranked up to eleven. Drunk Marcus lived up to the hype, as he was currently dancing like a madman--albeit, still shockingly coordinated despite the alcohol consumption. Several partygoers surrounded him, cheering him on as they watched him attempt to breakdance.

Dawn stood away from the crowd, sipping a margarita as she witnessed an outstanding display of control from someone who downed far too many Jell-O shots. It was truly a sight to behold. She'd worked with Marcus for about seven years, yet she was still taken aback by this sudden shift in demeanor whenever it popped up. She wouldn't go as far to say he had a problem, as he rarely if ever drank aside from the biggest parties. New Year's, Halloween, Christmas... Very little in-between those big three.

Marcus made many statements that he was content to simply liven things up with jokes and goofy gags, maybe bust out a portable speaker and get some discount karaoke going. It wasn't often she caught him going nuts like he was now. She caught sight of something shiny fly away from the crowd and, with a small chuckle, made her way to the lost watch he'd been wearing. It was nice to have someone add some good, clean fun to the otherwise drab company celebrations.

If anyone is interested, I also used Canva to get some idea of color combinations. The link goes right to the color wheel page I used. There's actually some really helpful info if you need to learn some basics about color theory and you can choose different colors to get an instantaneous idea of how they'll work together.

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Designer Spotlight: Top Kurta Pajama Designers in India

Are you looking for top kurta pajama designers in India than look no further than this blog. here is a list of the top designers of India.

Kurta pajama, a staple in Indian ethnic wear, has seen a renaissance in recent years, thanks to innovative designers who have infused contemporary elements into this traditional attire. Whether it's for a wedding, festival, or any special occasion, a kurta pajama can be both stylish and comfortable. In this article, we spotlight some of the top kurta pajama designers in India who have made a mark with their unique styles and impeccable craftsmanship.

1. Jatin Malik

Jatin Malik is a name synonymous with elegance and sophistication in men's ethnic wear. His designs reflect a perfect blend of traditional aesthetics and modern sensibilities. Jatin Malik's kurta pajama collections are known for their intricate embroidery, luxurious fabrics, and meticulous attention to detail. With a strong focus on quality, he has carved a niche for himself in the Indian fashion industry. His pieces are often seen on celebrities and have been featured in numerous fashion shows across the country.

2. Sabyasachi Mukherjee

No list of top Indian designers is complete without mentioning Sabyasachi Mukherjee. Renowned for his bridal collections, Sabyasachi's kurta pajama designs are equally mesmerizing. His use of rich fabrics like silk and brocade, coupled with exquisite embroidery, makes his creations stand out. Sabyasachi's kurta pajamas often feature intricate zardozi work and are a favorite among grooms for their opulent and regal appeal.

3. Rohit Bal

Rohit Bal's kurta pajama designs are a perfect example of traditional craftsmanship meeting contemporary fashion. Known for his flamboyant style and dramatic flair, Rohit Bal incorporates hand embroidery and intricate patterns in his kurta pajama collections. His designs often feature bold colors and unique motifs, making them a popular choice for those who want to make a statement.

4. Manish Malhotra

Manish Malhotra, a celebrated name in Bollywood fashion, has also made significant contributions to men's ethnic wear. His kurta pajama designs are known for their glamorous appeal and modern silhouettes. Manish often uses luxurious fabrics like velvet and silk, adorned with sequin and mirror work. His collections are perfect for those who want to add a touch of Bollywood glamour to their wardrobe.

5. Anita Dongre

Anita Dongre's kurta pajama collections are known for their timeless elegance and sustainable fashion. She uses eco-friendly fabrics and traditional handloom techniques, creating pieces that are not only beautiful but also environmentally conscious. Anita Dongre's designs often feature delicate embroidery and subtle prints, perfect for those who prefer understated yet sophisticated ethnic wear.

6. Abu Jani Sandeep Khosla

Abu Jani and Sandeep Khosla, the designer duo, are known for their luxurious and extravagant designs. Their kurta pajama collections are a testament to their impeccable craftsmanship and attention to detail. They often use rich fabrics like silk and velvet, embellished with intricate embroidery and mirror work. Their designs are perfect for weddings and grand celebrations, offering a royal and majestic look.

7. Tarun Tahiliani

Tarun Tahiliani's kurta pajama designs are a blend of traditional craftsmanship and contemporary style. Known for his draped silhouettes and intricate embroidery, Tarun Tahiliani's collections exude sophistication and elegance. His use of lightweight fabrics and innovative cuts makes his kurta pajamas comfortable and stylish, perfect for modern men who appreciate fine craftsmanship.

8. Raghavendra Rathore

Raghavendra Rathore is renowned for his bespoke men's wear, including his kurta pajama collections. His designs are characterized by their classic elegance and tailored fit. Using high-quality fabrics and traditional techniques, Raghavendra Rathore creates pieces that are timeless and versatile. His kurta pajamas are perfect for those who appreciate a blend of tradition and modernity.

9. JJ Valaya

JJ Valaya's kurta pajama designs are known for their opulence and grandeur. His collections often feature rich fabrics, intricate embroidery, and detailed craftsmanship. JJ Valaya's designs are perfect for weddings and special occasions, offering a royal and luxurious look. His kurta pajamas are a favorite among celebrities and fashion enthusiasts for their regal appeal.

10. Shantanu & Nikhil

The designer duo Shantanu & Nikhil are known for their contemporary take on traditional Indian wear. Their kurta pajama collections feature modern silhouettes and innovative designs, making them a popular choice among the younger generation. They often use minimalistic embroidery and sleek cuts, creating pieces that are stylish and sophisticated.

11 .Falguni Shane Peacock

Falguni Shane Peacock’s kurta pajama ensembles are known for their edgy and avant-garde designs. With a focus on unique textures, bold prints, and striking silhouettes, their creations are ideal for fashion-forward individuals.

12.. Jaspreet Soni

Jaspreet Soni’s kurta pajama designs are a celebration of understated elegance. Known for their clean lines, subtle detailing, and premium fabrics, these ensembles are perfect for those who prefer a more minimalist and refined look.

13. Kalki Fashion

Kalki Fashion offers a wide range of kurta pajama sets that combine traditional craftsmanship with modern designs. Their attention to detail and use of quality fabrics make them a popular choice for both everyday wear and special occasions.

14. House of Masaba

House of Masaba, led by Masaba Gupta, is known for its vibrant and eclectic designs. Their kurta pajama collections often feature bold prints and contemporary cuts, appealing to those who enjoy a playful and creative take on traditional wear.

15. Pallavi Mohan

Pallavi Mohan’s kurta pajama designs are renowned for their elegance and contemporary flair. With a focus on luxurious fabrics and innovative designs, her creations are ideal for those who appreciate modern sophistication with a touch of tradition.

The Impact of Designer Kurta Pajamas on the Market

The kurta pajama market in India has seen significant growth in recent years, driven by the increasing demand for designer ethnic wear. According to industry reports, the Indian ethnic wear market is expected to reach USD 19 billion by 2025, with a substantial contribution from men's wear. Designer kurta pajamas play a crucial role in this growth, offering consumers a blend of tradition and modernity.

Conclusion

The world of kurta pajama design in India is rich and diverse, with each designer bringing their unique touch to this traditional attire. Whether you prefer the regal designs of Sabyasachi or the contemporary styles of Shantanu & Nikhil, there's a kurta pajama for every taste and occasion. Investing in a designer kurta pajama not only elevates your style but also supports the rich heritage of Indian craftsmanship.

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Golden Triangle Tour With Jodhpur

Overview The Golden Triangle Tour with Jodhpur is an extraordinary journey that combines the iconic cities of Delhi, Agra, and Jaipur with the enchanting city of Jodhpur. This tour takes you through the vibrant state of Rajasthan, offering a glimpse into its rich cultural heritage, majestic forts, and palaces.

If you’re looking for an unforgettable journey through the heart of India, the Golden Triangle Tour With Jodhpur should be at the top of your list. Combining the cultural richness of Delhi, the architectural marvels of Agra, the regal splendor of Jaipur, and the vibrant charm of Jodhpur, this tour promises a kaleidoscopic adventure that will leave you mesmerized.

Exploring Delhi: The First Corner

Delhi, the bustling capital city, serves as the starting point of the Golden Triangle Tour. Steeped in history and culture, Delhi offers a myriad of attractions for travelers. From the imposing Red Fort and Jama Masjid to the serene Lotus Temple and Humayun’s Tomb, the city is a treasure trove of architectural wonders. Additionally, don’t miss the opportunity to indulge in shopping at bustling markets like Chandni Chowk and sampling delectable street food that will tantalize your taste buds.

Agra: The Second Corner of the Golden Triangle

The next stop on your journey is Agra, home to one of the Seven Wonders of the World — the magnificent Taj Mahal. Built by Emperor Shah Jahan in memory of his beloved wife, Mumtaz Mahal, this iconic monument is a testament to eternal love and exquisite craftsmanship. Apart from the Taj Mahal, Agra boasts other historical gems like the imposing Agra Fort and the picturesque Itmad-ud-Daulah’s Tomb.

Jaipur: The Third Corner

Jaipur, fondly known as the Pink City, beckons with its flamboyant palaces, majestic forts, and vibrant bazaars. Explore the opulent City Palace, marvel at the intricate architecture of Hawa Mahal (Palace of Winds), and climb atop the Amer Fort for panoramic views of the cityscape. Immerse yourself in the colorful culture of Rajasthan as you wander through the bustling streets filled with artisans, musicians, and storytellers.

Adding Jodhpur to the Tour

Adding a twist to the traditional Golden Triangle itinerary, Jodhpur offers a glimpse into the royal heritage of Rajasthan. Known as the Blue City for its azure-hued houses, Jodhpur is adorned with magnificent palaces, imposing forts, and bustling bazaars. Explore the majestic Mehrangarh Fort, stroll through the narrow lanes of the old town, and shop for exquisite handicrafts and traditional attire at the bustling markets.

Planning Your Golden Triangle Tour with Jodhpur

When planning your Golden Triangle Tour with Jodhpur, consider factors such as the duration of your stay, the must-visit attractions, accommodation options, and transportation. Whether you opt for a guided tour or prefer to explore independently, ensure that your itinerary allows for ample time to soak in the rich culture and heritage of each destination.

Experiencing the Golden Triangle Tour with Jodhpur

Embark on a journey of discovery as you traverse the Golden Triangle with Jodhpur. From admiring architectural marvels to savoring authentic cuisine, every moment promises to be a sensory delight. Immerse yourself in the vibrant colors, rich history, and warm hospitality of India as you create memories to last a lifetime.

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Louis-Michel van Loo • (French, 1707-1771) • Portrait of Maria Teresa of Spain • after 1747

It's a big job to flat-iron a whole queen but she came out marvelous!

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Exploring Cultural Influences on Flamboyant Dress Around the World

Flamboyant dress is not just about fashion; it's a reflection of culture, history, and individual expression. Across the globe, diverse communities have unique ways of expressing themselves through flamboyant attire, weaving a rich tapestry of colors, patterns, and traditions. In this exploration, we delve into the cultural influences that shape flamboyant dress worldwide.

Flamboyant Dress in Cultural Contexts

Asia: Vibrancy and Tradition

In many Asian cultures, flamboyant dress is deeply intertwined with tradition and symbolism. For example, the vibrant and ornate clothing worn during festivals in India is a celebration of culture and spirituality. Similarly, traditional Japanese garments, such as kimonos, showcase intricate patterns and vibrant colors, reflecting the nation's rich heritage.

Africa: Bold Colors and Symbolism

Africa's diverse cultures express themselves through flamboyant dress, often characterized by bold colors and intricate patterns. Traditional African garments carry deep cultural significance, with each color and pattern telling a unique story. Flamboyant dress in Africa is a celebration of identity, heritage, and community.

Europe: Elegance and Historical Influences

In Europe, flamboyant dress has been shaped by centuries of art, history, and royal influence. Flamboyant attire from the Renaissance period, with its elaborate fabrics and intricate details, continues to inspire contemporary fashion. In regions like Spain and Italy, flamenco dresses and carnival costumes showcase a blend of tradition and artistic expression.

Middle East: Opulence and Modesty

In the Middle East, flamboyant dress often combines opulence with cultural modesty. Traditional garments like the abaya and kaftan are adorned with intricate embroidery and luxurious fabrics, reflecting the region's appreciation for elegance. Flamboyant dress in the Middle East serves as a testament to the harmonious coexistence of tradition and modernity.

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Global Fusion: Blending Cultures in Modern Fashion

In today's interconnected world, flamboyant dress has transcended geographical boundaries. Fashion designers often draw inspiration from various cultures, creating fusion styles that celebrate diversity. Global influencers and celebrities contribute to the global appreciation of flamboyant fashion, fostering a cross-cultural exchange of styles and ideas.

Cultural Appropriation vs. Appreciation

While the fusion of cultural elements in fashion is celebrated, it's essential to address the fine line between appreciation and appropriation. Respectful acknowledgment of the cultural origins of flamboyant dress is crucial to avoid perpetuating stereotypes and cultural insensitivity.

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In conclusion, exploring the cultural influences on flamboyant dress unveils a world of diversity, creativity, and storytelling. Each vibrant garment carries the legacy of its cultural roots, making flamboyant dress a captivating intersection of tradition and contemporary expression.

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Adornments and Fashion: The Colors of Navratri

Crisp autumn air, rhythmic drum beats, elaborate temple decorations, and soaring spirits - it's Navratri; a time when the world pulsates with vibrant colors and flamboyant fashion! These nine nights of revelry aren't just about devotion and dance; they're also a grand stage for showcasing cultural fashion, adorned with jewelry and traditional wear. This article delves into the world of Navratri adornments and fashion, painting the colors of this resplendent festival.

Unveiling the Navratri Palette

Navratri fashion is as diverse as it's vibrant. Each day of the festival is associated with a specific color, signifying the nine forms of the goddess Durga. Devotees often don outfits in these colors, creating a stunning palette that swirls with the rhythm of the 'garba' and 'dandiya'. From the royal blue that marks the commencement of the festival and the fierce red representing the goddess' power, to the peacock green on the eighth day symbolizing intelligence and the violet on the last day dedicating to the all-encompassing aspect of Durga, Navratri brings the canvas of cultural fashion to life.

From Chaniya Cholis to Sarees: The Festival Wardrobe

The quintessential outfit for Navratri is the Chaniya Choli - a vibrant three-piece ensemble consisting of a 'choli' (blouse), 'chaniya' (flared, ankle-length skirt), and 'odhni' (shawl), traditionally worn by women of Gujarat. Embroidered with mirrors, sequins, and beads, nothing captures the spirit of the festival quite like a swirling chaniya choli under the fairy-lit sky.

The men aren't far behind when it comes to showcasing cultural fashion. Dhoti-Kurtas and vibrant turbans add a regal touch to the Navratri spectacle. Not to forget, exquisite sarees showcasing intricate regional work also make an appearance during the festival, adding another layer of glamor.

Adornments: The Shine of Tradition

Navratri is the time to bring out the ethnic jewelry and add a touch of glitter to the celebrations. From traditional 'jhumkas', 'maang tikas', 'chokers', to the stunning 'kamarbandhs', each ornate piece tells a fascinating story of craftsmanship and tradition.

One iconic piece of jewelry prevalent during Navratri is the 'Kutchi Bharat' jewelry. Known for their detailed craftsmanship, these accessories showcase tribal aesthetics and folk inspirations, adding a unique touch to the festive look.

Embracing the Modern, Holding on to Tradition

While the traditional outfits and adornments continue to charm, there's been a growing embrace of modern silhouettes and contemporary designs in Navratri fashion. Indo-western fusion attire, incorporating elements from both traditional wear and modern fashion, have become popular among the youth.

When it comes to "Adornments and Fashion: The Colors of Navratri," there's a captivating blend of respect for timeless traditions and acceptance of evolving expressions. Fashion, thus, becomes more than just an aspect of celebration - it becomes a language, a shared love for culture, colors, and creativity.

As we step into another year of Navratri celebrations, let the colors of our outfits echo the joy in our hearts, and the shimmer of our adornments mirror the light of our spirits. Let each twirl, each footstep, and each sway weave a beautiful story of tradition, vibrancy, unity, and above all, the timeless dance of life itself. Happy Navratri!

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Chapter 6 (SFW)

➣ Pairing: Demon brothers, Royals, Solomon with fem!Reader. ➣ Warning: None ➣ Word Count: 2,243 ➣ Chapters [SFW]: [1][2][3][4][5][6][7][8][9][10][11][12] ➣ Chapters [N.SFW]: [1][2][3][4][5][6][7][8][9][10][11][12]

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You chuckled at the sparkles in Diavolo's eyes as he described the events of their outing yesterday. His vibrant and enchanting energy was quite contagious. However, what captivated you most was the prince's ability to act as an ordinary individual without carrying the weight of his royal duties. Even Asmo appeared to notice this as he giggled while relishing a piece of fruit from his breakfast bowl.

"Then, we witnessed children dressed in elf costumes, and they were creating, I believe Solomon referred to it as, a snowman. But then he stated we had much to see, so I was unable to witness the final form of the man of snow," the prince merrily spoke without taking a breath, "which upset me greatly. However, Solomon acquired an image from the web, but it could not match the splendor of witnessing one in actuality."

"Young master, do remember to breathe and finish your breakfast," Barbatos calmly said from the opposite side of the kitchen. His words drew laughter from you and Asmo, and while Diavolo finished the remainder of the food on his porcelain plate, the Avatar of Gluttony took the spotlight.

"There were so many ice sculptures shaped, and they look crunchy and delicious," Beel grinned, but his lips quickly tugged into a flat line. "But everyone stopped me from taking a bite. Solomon said the artists worked hard to make them."

"The ice sculptures were beautiful. If only they had one of me," Asmo giggled. "Diavolo, what if we had an ice sculpture festival in Devildom?"

"An excellent suggestion, Asmodeus. Having a winter wonderland of our own sounds delightful," the prince nodded. "Furthermore, I quite enjoyed witnessing Santa's workshop and would like to have one in Devildom. I could don Santa's attire while the rest of you could be my elves."

At his words, you glanced at the butler, who was occupied with chopping ingredients for dinner. Your vivid imagination conjured the image of Barbatos with elf-like pointed ears, adorned in a vibrant green attire and carrying a satchel filled to the brim with treats. The thought of a dignified demon in an adorable, flamboyant outfit made you giggle. As if sensing your gaze, he briefly glanced at you with an eyebrow raised, but you quickly looked away.

"We could also install an ice skating ring. Due to our time constraint, my wish to ice skate remains unfulfilled," Diavolo sighed, but Barbatos seemed a bit alerted by the grand schemes the prince suggested.

"My lord, I apologize for dampening the mood, but I fear the council will not sanction your suggestions. They will likely view them as superfluous expenditures and may cause trouble for you," the butler said in an effort to dissuade the prince from traversing down that path.

Hearing his words disheartened Diavolo, yet he was aware the Barbatos's concerns held merit. The council already voiced their distrust in the prince and expressed their desire for the king to rise from his deep slumber on multiple occasions. He appreciated the butler's concern and wisdom but was still upset at the possibility that his ideas might not come to fruition.

"Aw, don't be upset, Diavolo," Asmo said with a small smile and gently patted the prince's arm. "Those ancient grouches don't know the definition of fun."

You sympathized with Diavolo but didn't know how to comfort him. How could the Crown Prince of the Devildom have less decisional authority than the council members? He was a kind and benevolent prince who always thought of the well-being of the residents in Devildom, yet the council refused to acknowledge his endeavors. Moreover, it felt as though they were waiting for him to take one misstep so they could question his leadership abilities. 'Talk about evil.'

"Oh, (y/n), I forgot to tell you about our fans," Asmo chimed in an attempt to lighten the thick atmosphere. "We had a crowd gathered around us! They were complimenting and taking photos of us. Some even asked for our numbers, but the situation got so bad that the security guards had to intervene."

Beel laughed and nodded, "They offered to take me out to eat."

Once again, your imagination ran wild. The thought of Beelzebub's voracious appetite taking control of him as he devoured the entirety of the restaurant made you shudder. But imagining the expressions of the onlookers made you quietly chuckle. 'That would be one expensive date.'

"(Y/n)," the sixth brother softly said, bringing you back to reality, "you and Belphie did a great job decorating the tree."

"Thank you, but Belphie did most of the work," you chuckled.

"Don't be so modest, sweetie!" Asmo sweetly said as he handed you a small, festive gift bag with a scarf. "As a thank you for your hard work, we have a little something for you."

The silky softness of the cashmere scarf patterned with wintery and festive motifs drew a smile to your face. "Thank you, Asmo. It's perfect for the season! By the way, have any of you seen Mammon?"

"Come back! I ain't goin' to hurt ya."

You heard Mammon's voice in the distance and quietly headed in his direction, but upon arriving, you tilted your head and blinked rapidly. The Avatar of Greed cautiously approached a reindeer with a red spherical object in his hand, his expression hopeful despite the creature's skepticism. For a few moments, you watched them, baffled yet fascinated until Mammon leaped forward and tried to press the sphere on the reindeer's nose. The deer immediately bolted in the opposite direction, kicking up a plume of fresh snow as it fled, and left a disappointed Mammon lying on the ground, face flat in the snow.

"Mammon, what are you doing?" You inquired, trying to hold back your laughter. Rolling over on his back, the second brother sighed exasperatedly in defeat.

"Satan was talkin' 'bout Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer, sayin' all human like him. And I wanted to see ya smile, so I tried to put this red nose on that reindeer," he sighed loudly. "But the deer ain't havin' it."

His reasoning surprised you, but a sensation of warmth spread throughout your entire body. However, you wondered why Mammon thought you needed to be cheered up. With a quiet giggle, you spoke your mind, "But I am not sad, Mammon."

"Look, I ain't the smartest demon, but even I can tell somethin' is goin' on with you, Lucifer, Barbatos, and Diavolo," he declared as he stood up and dusted the snow off his clothes. First, Lucifer, then Solomon, and now, Mammon? Had everyone figured out something was going on behind the scenes? Noticing your discomfort, he continued, "Hey, I ain't goin' to ask ya to tell me if you don't wanna. But I am here for ya, y'know. If you wanna talk or somethin'."

"Mammon, I wish I could say 'you are a true angel.' But thanks. I will keep that in mind," you tenderly smiled but quickly changed the topic. "Speaking of angels. Want me to teach you how to make a snow angel?"

"A snow...angel?" Mammon repeated with a hint of confusion. "What's that?"

In a wordless display of your actions, you lay down on the ground and fully stretched your limbs as the Avatar of Greed curiously observed your moves. As you began to sweep your arms and legs through the powdery snow, a shape emerged, catching Mammon by surprise. You cautiously rose from the ground and created a slightly uneven halo atop its head. "Voila. A snow angel! Your turn."

Mammon didn't respond but studied the imprint he had left in the snow after attempting to attach the red nose to the reindeer. In a moment of playful creativity, he crouched down with a mischievous smile and dipped his index finger into the snow. With a few strokes, he added horns and a tail to the impression. "Voila. A snow devil. Take that snow angel!"

Your laughter echoed through the opening in the center of the forest, "Speaking of the devil. What were you hiding behind your back a few days ago? You know, the small blue and black packets."

"Huh? I dunno what you're talkin' 'bout," Mammon mumbled and averted his gaze momentarily.

"Suuuure, you don't, Mammon," you chuckled. "Wait, aren't you supposed to be decorating the exterior of the cabin?"

"Yeah, and Solomon's supposed to be helpin', but he ran off. I ain't doin' everythin' by myself," he slightly frowned and threw his hands up in the air.

You hopped off the step-up and took a moment to admire your handiwork. A faux pine wreath adorned with a crimson ribbon hung outside the main door, its vibrant color standing out against the albescent backdrop. The tails of the ribbon occasionally fluttered in the light, chilly breeze. Nestled in the door frame was a pine garland with soft white LED lights gently illuminating the pine needles. Pine cones and berries served as a festive accent amongst the branches.

A sudden, ear-piercing thud resounded across the winter landscape, quickly followed by a grunt. Your head quickly pivoted in the direction of the noise, and you laid your eyes upon something quite unexpected: the legs of the Avatar of Greed poking out of a mound of fluffy snow. As you hurried over to investigate, Mammon's voice emanated from beneath the powder-laden mass, "Why do I gotta do all the hard stuff?"

You let out a light, giggling laugh as you took in the amusing sight of Mammon stuck in the snowy pile with festive string lights on top of him. Hearing you laugh, he huffed and averted his gaze in protest, "That ain't funny. I could've been seriously hurt fallin' from the roof like that, y'know."

"Sorry. Sorry," you giggled. "Let me help you out of there."

You quickly helped the Avatar of Greed extricate himself from the icy clutches of the snowy abyss, but to no avail did he appear to appreciate your efforts. Once he returned to his feet, he loudly dusted the snow off his clothes with a frown on his slightly dry lips. To brighten his mood, you carefully formed a snowball and lightly delivered it to his shoulder, its powdery substance flying through the air and landing with a small poof on his body.

Mammon's somber expression softened momentarily as he glanced at the place where you threw the snowball. Seizing the opportunity, you engaged him further and tossed another snowball in hopes of seeing the Avatar of Greed smile or at least have a reaction. But to your dismay, he refused to acknowledge your actions, his body language portraying a sullen, unamused air about him.

Exasperated with your futile attempts to cheer Mammon up, you sighed and turned away, but as soon as your back faced him, you heard a soft whoosh, followed by a poof on your shoulder. In a few minutes, laughter permeated the air as the two of you tossed countless snowballs at each other. The snowball fight soon turned into a chase through the woods.

Your playful antics led you and Mammon atop a hidden corner in the forest as curtains of snow began to cascade from the heavens. The chase came to a halt when you noticed a quaint cave nestled in a stone wall. The two of you glanced at one another, contemplating whether you should explore the unknown lair.

"What if the cave has a bear or something dangerous?" You nervously asked, stepping closer to him.

"Never fear 'cause Mammon the Great is here," he responded in a slightly deeper voice but quickly added in a softer tone, "What are ya worried about? I ain't gonna let anythin' happen to ya."

Placing your trust in him, the two of you ventured into the darkened cavernous depth, your curious gazes set on discovering its mysteries and treasures. Halfway through, your wandering gazes halted as you stumbled upon an otherworldly sight. One wall of the dreary cave housed a plethora of glowworms; each radiated a distinct blue light, and together, they created an iridescent symphony resembling the starry night sky. Before the wall lay a pitch-black pool that mirrored the bioluminescence, further adding to the enchantment.

As the two of you observed the artful display of nature, a moment of silence ensued. Eventually, Mammon tore his eyes from the scene and directed his gaze at you. The azure glow softly highlighted your features and added a touch of vibrancy to your eyes, blessing you with a heavenly appearance. The demon's heart fluttered as his breath slowly escaped him.

Platonic:

"(Y/n). You...look beautiful," he whispered under his breath, his cheeks reddening.

"Why are you always so sweet to me, Mammon? Not that I am complaining," you giggled and met his gaze. "What do say we stay here for a while?"

Mammon couldn't have been happier at that moment. Not only did he get to spend time with you in a beautiful, secretive place, but he also got to escape decorating the rest of the cabin's exterior.

Romantic:

"(Y/n). You...look beautiful," he whispered as heat spread across his cheeks. In the soothing glow, your eyes stared at each other longingly, secretly conveying the feelings buried in your hearts.

With a spark of heat and longing, your faces inched closer and closer until they met in a sweet kiss. The soft embrace of your lips sent your thoughts and emotions into overdrive, stirring your boundless desires for each other.

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Best  Ethnic Lehenga’s And Choli

Elegant Green Lehengas 

The hue green is related to nature and freshness. What makes it appealing is the lovely and energizing color. The tranquility and tranquility that are associated with the hue green in nature make it even more enticing. Women adore green Lehengas and sarees because they offer a unique alternative to the traditional bright colors. Women wear lovely green lehengas for a variety of occasions, and they show off the beauty of many types of styles and designs that complement the lovely green hue of lehengas for any occasion. 

The variety of green hues and fabric options provide for endless design possibilities with lehengas. You can experiment with various jewelry and accessory types that

Style Tips for Lehengas

Your lovely lehenga can be worn in a variety of ways to achieve a stunningly distinctive appearance. Check out the list below for more intriguing suggestions:

Changing the blouse is one of the best methods to update your green lehenga style. When it comes to blouses, we advise you to choose contrasting hues. To achieve a distinctive style, for instance, pair a golden blouse with a green lehenga.

Although it may sound a little odd, modern women are drawn to this look. White and beige are examples of pastel colors and tints you can use. You can even choose silk shirts in colors like gold, copper, silver or rose gold to complement your trousers for an extra-dressy appearance.

Lehenga choli

Lehenga choli, ghagra choli, or ghagra choli is also referred to locally and as chaniya choli. An Indian traditional outfit is the lehenga choli. It was regarded as royal Indian clothing in ancient India, and every woman wore it. These days, it is only worn at special occasions and functions. A lehenga choli is made up of a choli with a dupatta and a lehenga or ghagra. In every Indian state, women's lehengas have been updated and given unique designs. ladies all across the world wear the Indian lehenga choli dress, which is not simply limited to ladies in India.

The most common textiles used to make lehengas are silk and net. Lehengas made of silk have a rich appearance and can be worn to any festival or wedding.    

When it comes to weddings, it might be challenging to look only at the bride and groom while ignoring the chic divas and their glitzy attire.

 Ethnic Lehenga’s

A bridal lehenga is often worn by the bride, but sisters, friends, and even cousins did not lag far behind during the nuptial fashion scene. 

Many attractive bridesmaids and groomsmen's sisters demonstrated their best sense of style and made bold sartorial statements. Traditional Indian lehengas astounded some, while Indo-Western costumes and flamboyant colors experimented with others. 

Indian women's go-to wedding attire is the lehenga choli. Even though we favor Western culture on most days, ethnicity is celebrated at weddings. And that's when you can appreciate the gorgeous Indian jewelry and ethnic silhouettes.

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India is a country of rich customs heritage and diversity, boasts a plethora of ethnic wear that varies significantly across different regions of country. Each region in India has its unique style of traditional clothing that is influenced by its geography, climate, history, customs, and religious beliefs. From vibrant sarees to elegant lehengas, from intricately embroidered salwar kameez to colourful turbans, Indian ethnic wear is a reflection of country’s traditions and craftsmanship. “Indian ethnic wear for women is like a timeless treasure that never goes out of style, always exuding elegance and grace”. “Wearing ethnic wear is not just about following a trend, it’s about carrying forward our culture legacy with pride”. Let us explore some of the popular regional Indian ethnic wear.

North India: North India, comprising states like Punjab, Rajasthan, Uttar Pradesh and Jammu and Kashmir, is known for its colourful and flamboyant ethnic wear. Punjabi suits also known as salwar kameez ,are popular in Punjab and are characterized by their bright colours, heavy embroidery called (phulkari) and loose fit. Rajasthan is famous for its royal poshak, which includes a long skirt called (ghagra) and a short blouse known as choli, and a colourful dupatta. The ghagra choli is adorned with intricate mirror work, embroidery, and patchwork. Uttar Pradesh is known for its traditional lucknowi chikankari suits, which are made by the hand embroidery done on delicate fabrics like muslin and chiffon. Kashmiri ethnic wear includes the phiran, a loose, long tunic, and pashmina shawals, known for their fine artisanship and intricate designs.

South India: South India, consisting states like Tamil nadu, Kerala, Karnataka and Andhra Pradesh, is known for its graceful and traditional ethnic wear. The kanjeevaram sarees from Tamil nadu are famous for their rich silk fabric, bright colours, and intricate gold zari work. Kerala is known for its kasavu sarees, which are made from hand-woven cotton and are typically off- white with golden borders. Karnataka is famous for its Mysore silk sarees, which are known for their fine silk, vibrant colours, and intricate motifs. Andhra Pradesh is known for its pochampally sarees, which are characterized by their vibrant tie-and dye patterns and bold colours.

East India: East India comprises states like west Bengal, odisha, Bihar and Assam, is known for its unique and diverse ethnic wear. The traditional sarees of west Bengal such as baluchari and taant are known for their intricate weaving patterns and elaborate borders. Odisha is famous for its sambalpuri sarees, which are known for their intricate ikat patterns and vibrant colours. Bihar is known for its madhubani sarees, which are hand-painted with intricate motifs inspired by nature and mythology. Assam is famous for its mekhela chador, which is a two-piece garment consisting of a draped skirt and a shawl-like upper garment.

West India: West India comprising states like Gujarat, and Maharashtra, is known for its colourful and vibrant ethnic wear. The traditional attire of Gujarat includes the colourful and embroidered gharchola sarees and the bandhani sarees, which are known for their tie and dye patterns. Maharashtra is famous for its traditional paithani sarees, which are known for their rich silk fabric, intricate zari work, and colourful motifs.

In addition to all these kinds of different attire, block print kurta is also a traditional Indian garment known of its eternal appeal. The art of block printing has been practiced in India for centuries, and it involves using hand-carved wooden blocks to create intricate patterns on fabric. This kurta is a popular choice for casual and formal wear, and it is appreciated for its beauty, comfort, and cultural significance. This kurta is typically made from natural fabrics such as cotton, silk or linen, which make them comfortable and breathable, perfect for hot and humid climate of India. The fabric is first pre-washed and then dyed in a base colour. Once the fabric is, dried skilled artisans use hand-carved wooden blocks to apply different patterns and designs onto the fabric using natural dyes. These wooden blocks are dipped in the dye and then carefully stamped onto the fabric in a repetitive pattern, creating a beautiful and symmetrical design. One of the exclusive features of block print kurta is the intricate and mesmerising patterns that are created using the wooden blocks. The patterns can range from simple geometric shapes and floral motifs, to the more complex designs, which are inspired by the nature, culture and traditional art forms. The beauty of block print kurta sets lies in the precision and artistry of the block printing process, which requires skill and expertise to achieve flawless results. These kurtas can be paired with leggings, palazzos or jeans for casual and chic look, or worn with traditional bottoms such as salwar or churidar for a more conventional and formal appearance. These kurtas is often embellished with additional detailing such as buttons, tassels or embroidery, which adds to its charm and elegance. These kurtas holds the cultural significance in India and promotes sustainable fashion practices. With its ageless appeal and creative beauty, these kurtas continues to be a beloved choice for those who appreciate traditional and handcrafted garments.

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DOFLAMINGO SURVEYED HIS KINGDOM'S PRINCE, HIS ONCE-BELOVED BROTHER  ㅤㅤㅤ⸻   ㅤHis regal figure leaned back in an intricately carved throne,   a piercing gaze upon his younger brother,  Rosinante. Behind the polished lenses of his glasses, his eyes,  brilliant shades of blues & gold , harbored a potent mixture of resentment and disappointment. His grip tightened around the neck of his wine bottle, its contents dripped messily from the corner of his lips. 

Rosinante, once a trusted member of the royal family, now stood before the king with the weight of his betrayal heavy upon his shoulders. His punishment had been dealt, but for Doflamingo, it was insufficient. the traitorous brother, had already faced punishment, yet the monarch felt an unquenchable thirst for a more severe retribution. The sins committed by his brother had yet to be fully atoned for, lingering like a shadow. Sins lingered, unforgiven, and the price to be paid had not been fulfilled in the king's eyes. Reconciliation lingered in the air, for blood ties ran deep, but the betrayal had etched an indelible mark, Reconciliation was just a concept that danced just out of reach for the blond. Despite the familial bond that tethered them, the memory of Rosinante's treachery ignited a fire within him, leaving behind a bitter taste that refused to fade. The desire for retribution pulsed through his veins, urging him to demand more, to extract a price equal to the magnitude of his brother's transgressions.

As Doflamingo's gaze bore into him, Rosinante could practically feel the weight of his brother's judgment, a heavy burden that threatened to crush him beneath its oppressive force. Yet, even in the face of such condemnation, the benevolent king  couldn't deny the twisted sense of satisfaction that stirred within him. For every drop of blood that stained his hands, he found a perverse comfort in knowing that he had served his purpose, that he had proven his loyalty to the crown, even if it came at the cost of his own morality. The golden figure of Doflamingo, resplendent in his flamboyant attire, offered a not so friendly smile. His words, dripping with saccharine malice, cut through the silence like a knife, each syllable laced with a venomous intent that left no room for doubt.

     ❝      It seems you have done as told, Rosi,    *      he murmured, his voice carrying the weight of unspoken threats.  ❝      Good job indeed. I know it must've been hard for you to withstand such deprivation. But fear not, brother, for you have earned your reward.    *     

With those words hanging in the air like a death sentence, Rosi's fate was his to unfold, keeping him trapped in a web of his making from which there was no escape.