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Engagement Shoes: Finding the Perfect Pair for Your Big Day

Your engagement day is one of the most significant events in your life, and every detail counts. From the dress to the accessories, you want everything to be perfect. One important element that is often overlooked is your footwear. Finding the right engagement shoes can be a challenging task, but it's crucial to complete your look.

Engagement Footwear for Ladies

For ladies, there are many options available for engagement shoes. You can choose from heels, flats, wedges, or sandals, depending on your preference and comfort level. However, keep in mind that you will be on your feet for a significant part of the day, so comfort should be a priority.

Heels are the most popular choice for engagement shoes for brides, but they are not for everyone. If you're not used to wearing heels, consider opting for a lower heel or a wedge. These styles provide more stability and support, making them more comfortable to wear for long periods.

If you prefer flats, there are plenty of elegant and stylish options to choose from. Ballet flats, loafers, and sandals are all great choices for engagement footwear. Just make sure they match your dress and complement your overall look.

Engagement Shoes for the Bride

As the bride, you want to stand out on your engagement day, and your shoes can help you do that. The right pair of engagement shoes can add the perfect finishing touch to your look and make you feel confident and beautiful.

When choosing engagement shoes for the bride, consider the color, style, and material. If your dress is white, you can choose shoes in the same color, or you can opt for a pop of color to make a statement. Metallic shades like silver and gold are also popular choices for engagement footwear.

The style of your engagement shoes should complement your dress. If your dress is simple and understated, you can choose shoes with embellishments or intricate details. If your dress is already ornate, go for simple, elegant shoes that won't clash with your dress.

Finally, the material of your engagement shoes is also essential. Leather, satin, and velvet are all popular choices for engagement footwear. However, make sure the material is comfortable and durable enough to last throughout the day.

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Short landoscar drabble inspired by the picture taken outside of the McLaren motorhome (~500 words):

Oscar jumps when the alarms start ringing, and his first instinct is to get the fuck out of here.

He doesn’t go with his first instinct.

Taking the steps two at a time, he bursts into Lando’s room, throwing the door open like a crazed man. And sure enough, Lando is right there, curled up on his tiny bed and sleeping through the alarm like it’s a lullaby.

Oscar’s eyes land on his socks. Interesting choice of footwear you got there, mate.

“What the fuck. Wake up.”

Well, surely a moment or two to catch his breath… and stare at Lando in his cutest, most vulnerable state wouldn’t hurt.

The alarms are still going. Lando is still sleeping.

Oscar exhales. “Oi, mate, you’re really not making this easy for me. If I pull a muscle and don’t make it to quali, I’m blaming you.”

Swiftly, he grabs Lando around the waist and hauls him up, practically tossing him over his shoulder. Thank fuck, his teammate is tiny. Three apples tall.

Lando immediately startles awake and scrambles for purchase, screeching, “Oscar?!”

At least, he’s not struggling against the hold Oscar has around his upper thighs.

Oscar ignores him and the fingers digging into his back and just the fact that he’s carrying Lando out like a groom would his bride in Ancient Greece or something.

“Oscar, my shoes!”

“No time for that,” Oscar replies. It’s Lando’s fault for taking them off before wandering about and then promptly falling asleep. He should be grateful he’s otherwise fully clothed.

Lando whines sadly.

“I’m going to put you down now.”

He whines again. “I’m actually rather comfy. The view’s pretty nice too.”

Fighting his blush, Oscar gives Lando’s butt a little pat in response and carefully sets him down on his feet, aware of the gravel and the thin material of his tiny socks. Lando looks disheveled, and his cheeks are pink, like being tossed over Oscar’s shoulder like a sack of flour somehow caused all the blood in his body to rush to his head.

Unable to contain himself, Oscar bursts out laughing at his teammate just standing there with his hands on his hips, looking very much like a small disgruntled kitten in skinny jeans and ballerina socks.

Jon hurries over, glancing between them, and says, “Oh my God, I was looking for you two- Lando, where are your shoes?”

Lando glares at Oscar, who wheezes. It’s not even that funny to begin with, but there’s a camera right behind them.

“Mate, your ballerina socks are going to go viral,” he manages to say at last, wiping a tear. Just to be a shit, he quotes, “‘And it’s all too much for little Lando Norris, twenty-four years old. He just needs a bit of sleep.’”

“Are you quite done?” Lando huffs. The back of his left sock fell when Oscar put him down, and he fights the urge to crouch down and fix it for him.

That would be kind of weird for teammates. And extremely intimate.

“Yeah, I’m done.”

He and Jon proceed to tease Lando relentlessly about his socks.

But once the fire is cleared, Oscar still plucks Lando up off the ground the moment he begins complaining about how much his feet hurt.

[sumeru-academy]

Bride to be.

synopsis: you catch the bouquet at a wedding.

character(s): jean, eula, mona (seperate).

warning(s): mentions of marriage.

note(s): female reader, reader wears a dress and heels, second POV.

p.s: jean is wearing a suit but I could not write that description in so please use your imagination :(

—mod angel 🎐

JEAN GUNNHILDR

“Are you okay? Do your feet hurt?” 

With Jean’s arms wrapped protectively around yours, the two of you swayed to the romantic, slow-dance waltz together as couples just like you danced in the background of your vision. Sure, your feet ached, your dress was scratching up your thighs, and the people around you were starting to give you a headache but you’ve never felt more alive. Jean’s firm yet warm touch upon your body never ceased to make your heart flutter, and with the close proximity between you too, your heart was practically close to flying off.

“In all honesty, I’m in agony with these heels,” you chuckled, resting your head beneath your lover’s neck. “But, I do like being able to dance with you at eye level. So, I can bear the pain a little while longer.” 

Jean casted a worried look with her eyes and stopped dancing to hold your shoulders. “That’s not good. You might get blisters if you overextend your comfort. Would you like to go home now? I can carry you if you’d like.” She kneeled down on the floor in a princely manner and reached to remove your shoes. “May I? I brought spare flats in case you got tired.”

Of course she did. Jean was never one to be unprepared.

“Hah, you always seem prepared for everything, Jean.” You grinned, moving to go sit down at your designated table. “I’m the luckiest girl in the world to have you.”

The tips of the Gunnhildr’s ears glowed bright pink as she moved to kneel down in front of you. Carefully removing your heels like they were Cinderella’s glass slippers and placing a kiss just above your knee. “Any pain? Do you feel sore anywhere?”

“Are you gonna give me a massage if I do?” You joked. 

“If you want, I can.” Her face looked dead serious. 

“Ah…Jean, I’m joking.” You pressed the back of your hand to your mouth to stifle your laughter. You couldn’t help it, Jean was so cute when she was serious! “I’m fine, but those flats you brought do sound quite nice. Maybe at the next wedding I’ll plan to wear something more convenient next time.”

Jean smiled and slipped on the pair of flats she brought along delicately on your feet. Almost reenacting a whole Cinderella scene with you as she was so gentle and cautious with sliding the piece of footwear on. “Perhaps. But if you ever forget again, I’ll always have an extra pair just in case.”

She looked up at you with those adoring, blue eyes before her attention was taken away from the various cheers and squeals of women. All surrounding the bride of the wedding like some sort of weird formal rave. The bride was positioned at the top of the stage with her back turned to the crowd of cheering women, all eager with their hands in the air as they waited for her to throw the objects in her hands. 

A bouquet. 

“Oh! They’re doing the bouquet toss!” You fawned. “Jean, do you think I…?”

She smiled warmly at your indication and nodded. “Of course, you still qualify for a bachelorette after all.” Though that word left a bitter taste in her mouth. “Go on. I’ll be waiting right here for you.”

You beamed at this response and quickly kissed her cheek before running off, much faster now that you were no longer wearing heels. Jean couldn’t help but smile brightly at how excited you were to partake in such a funny little wedding tradition. I mean, catching a bouquet to indicate who’s next in marriage? It was a silly idea, yet Jean couldn’t help but let her mind take off with the concept in mind.

You married to her.

Jean would be lying if she said she never thought of the idea of marriage. The two of you had been together through thick and thin, dealing with any and every obstacle together as if you shared a single body. She always thought she was destined to lead the nation of Mondstadt alone, but when you came along, she finally realized just how important –and fun– it would be to have someone who loved her in her life. Someone who wanted to share the rest of their life with her. 

And she wanted to spend the rest of hers with them too. 

An erupt of screams snapped her out of her thoughts. The swarm of bachelorettes clearing to make way for the lucky woman in the middle. ‘I can’t see her.’ Jean thought worriedly. ‘Was she trampled by the others? Y/N–!’

Standing up from her seat, Jean froze when she heard your shout. 

“Jean!” You shouted from the crowd, your voice far from distress as it sounded more like happiness. 

“Y/N?” The crowd parted like the Red Sea to show you standing in the middle. The lights from the wedding cascading a heavenly glow in your smile when you turned around. Bouquet of roses in hand. 

“I caught it!” You shouted, a broad smile on your face as your fellow bachelorettes cheered for your win. “I caught it, Jean!”

Indeed you did, but Jean didn’t have it in her to respond. Simply staring at you with the deepest blush ever, as all she could think about was you in a wedding dress, getting married to her and smiling through a thin veil that masked your everlasting beauty. Jean couldn’t talk. She couldn’t fathom. And yet when she sees you jumping around excitedly with the bouquet in hand, a burst of serotonin tells her ‘yes, you can marry this girl. She caught the bouquet to marry you.’ And Jean realizes that she can marry the girl of her dreams, and she will.

‘Even in a dress that isn’t white, you look more like a bride to me than any woman in this room…’

EULA LAWRENCE

Eula never really liked weddings. From all the weddings she was forced to partake in as a child, they were always the same, stuffy, boring weddings that bored her to death and made her loathe such events whenever she were invited to one. Weddings to her were just an excuse for the Lawrence clan to gather up as one big group, and act like assholes once more until Eula couldn’t stand it. It’s come to the point where every time a wedding is even mentioned, Eula would flinch and think back to all the bratty adults she had to listen to while stuck at a table with barely edible food.

Though, this time the wedding she was invited to wasn’t as sufferable as she thought. For one, her clan wouldn’t be related to the event at all, and two, you were there; her loving and doting girlfriend that begged her to go as your date. And how could she not? After all, she did look quite attractive in formal wear. 

But you…you. You were another story. When you came out for Eula to pick you up she was beyond smitten. Barely able to get her words across as you laced your arms with hers and made your way to the carriage so that you could be taken to the wedding venue. Even then, Eula could not get a word out!

But she could now.

“The bride is honestly so beautiful. I think her dress was imported from Fontaine.” You pushed around one of the fancy looking dishes that you were served and turned to Eula for her opinion. “Do you think I could order a dress as good as that? Ah, but the shipping…I’d need to save more mora…”

“You do not need a dress to enhance your beauty.” Eula crossed her arms, almost appearing mad as she furrowed her brows. “Just being with me has always been a treasure.”

A beat of silence passes by and Eula quickly unfolds her arms. “H-However, if you want a dress from Fontaine I will gladly order it for you if you wish.” The higher pitch in her voice gave away her frenzied panic, and you couldn’t help but giggle in response.

“You’re always so sweet to me, Eula. So charming even when you’re being silly.”

“I am not being silly.”

She all but huffed that response like a steam engine about to explode, causing you to burst out into a fit of giggles and prod a tiny smirk onto the bluenette’s face. “Oh Eula, this is why I love you so.”

‘And I love you too.’

A bunch of screaming women cut your moment short as you both turned to see the ravenous swarm of desperate singles reaching to try and catch the bride’s bouquet, as she was standing far off to the side ready to launch the flowers in the air. Who would’ve thought that so many women were desperate to get married in Mondstadt? Apparently here was your answer.

‘Such a foolish tradition.’ Eula thought, frowning at the sight. ‘Letting a mere bouquet of flowers decide when you get married? How odd.’

“Ah, the bouquet toss!” You exclaimed joyfully, “I’ll be back my love, I want to join in on the festivities too!”

You ran off to join the crowd of desperate women and Eula couldn’t help but be surprised by your actions. Were you really going to engage in such an activity? Eula couldn’t help but be curious. 

You stood yourself in the far back and put your hands up adorably as you weren’t as ravenous as the other singles in the crowd. The other women fighting for their spot to shine, while you bounced on your heels for some extra height in order to strengthen your chances. Ouch, that was cute. Eula glanced at the wall to hide the overbearing smile stretching over her face. Too much for the knight to take. 

“It’s mine!” Several women called out. The bouquet bouncing along aggressive hands before making its way to the back and landing right into your hands. Holy Barbatos you did not expect that.  

“Woah—!” You stumbled with the bouquet for a second before holding it firmly in your arms. “I…I caught it! Eula, look! It landed!”

She turned to the sounds of your cheering and audibly gasped when she saw you running over with the bouquet in hand. Leaving a trail of sad, single women to disperse as you came home as the lucky champion of the evening. “It just crowd-surfed and landed in my hands! Isn’t that interesting? It’s almost like it’s fate!” 

Fate.

Eula stared at how excited you were to win such a tradition and watched as you plucked a flower from the bunch and held it out to her. “For my lady,” you joked in an over dramatic voice, bowing like a dame and presenting the rose as a gesture of romance. 

“All that for a flower,” Eula scoffed, though she took the flower from your hands and twirled it, a small smile reaching her lips. “Thank you, I will treasure it.” 

“Of course, it’s extra special since it’s from a bouquet I caught. Maybe it’s destined for us to get married next, hm?”

Although a playful little jab at the bluenette, Eula couldn’t help but wonder if the destiny was real. The way the bouquet bounced off the other hands and just landed in your arms was a bit odd in her eyes. Maybe it was just the fate of destiny that brought the bouquet to you. Who knows, perhaps Barbatos had blessed the winds to carry the bouquet towards you, gifting you with the reward of changing fate tonight. 

Eula’s cheeks flushed. But what would mean you and Eula would be getting married next! Marriage! As in wife and wife, officially together in legal documents and last names!

She turned to you and saw you playing idly with the roses plucked straight from the bouquet. Twirling the thorn-stripped stem in your hand before pinning the ornament behind your ear. ‘Beautiful.’ Eula thought. And for a second she forgot all her worries and wondered if a dress could enhance your beauty even more. A wedding dress.

‘Perhaps weddings aren’t too bad. As long as it’s a wedding between you and I.’

MONA MEGISTUS

Let’s be honest, Mona really only agreed to attend the wedding simply because she got to eat free fancy food. That, and it was also an excuse to have a free fancy dinner date with you, something she unfortunately bashes herself over as she’s not able to treat you to the fanciest places all the time. 

As snootish as Mona can be, she really beats herself up over not being the perfect girlfriend for you all the time. Sitting here with you at an expensive wedding with couples in their fancy clothes made her realize just how pathetic she really was when in comparison to the bride and groom. The fact that they could afford all of this, all the food, the decorations, the people, and look so content with themselves just made Mona feel as if she could never live up to those standards. I mean, how could you even love her when she couldn’t even afford basic roses? She couldn’t even treat you right, let alone love you properly.

Why do you even stay with her?

“Is something on your mind, my love?” You murmured out of concern.

“Hm? Oh, I was just marveling at the taste of this salad. The dressing is nothing like I’ve ever tasted.” You chuckled over her enthusiasm for salad. Mona always seemed to be some sort of salad connoisseur whenever you’d go out to eat, and her love for such a simple palette made her all the more cuter. “Is it really that good? I thought I made a pretty good salad at home.”

Mona rolled her eyes playfully and stabbed a piece of tomato. “Your salad is…on par. That is a compliment considering this was made by a professional chef.”

You feigned a look of hurt before giggling and going back to your meal. The loud sounds of songs and people dancing drowning out as all Mona could listen to was the sound of you enjoying yourself. You seemed so content, so at ease, and all Mona could think about was how to afford all of this if she wished to spend her future with you. 

And she really, really did.

“You keep staring at me with those wide, unblinking eyes.” You scrunched up your shoulders at the sight. “It’s creepy.”

“What? Am I not allowed to stare at my own girlfriend?” Mona scoffed dramatically. “I really thought loving you meant I could admire you for as much as I pleased. Can I not?”

“It’s just weird, you’ve never been so laser-focused on my face before.” You bashfully laughed. “Are you really okay? You seem so out of it this evening.”

“Of course I’m okay. I just like watching you.”

“That’s so creepy taken out of context.”

“I’m not creepy!”

Mona swatted at your arm and you couldn’t help but stifle your laughter as she tried so hard to defend her honor. Her cheeks mirroring that of a hamster’s as they puffed up like tiny balloons out of frustration. “Honestly, what did I even see in you back then? The stars are truly strange for pairing me up with you as my soulmate.”

“Sure, blame the stars for falling head over heels for me. Klee told me about how you’d pray to the stars every night that I was single.”

“I– buh– KLEE–!”

“Hah…Don’t be too hard on the girl, Mona. If it weren’t for her, I wouldn’t have had the courage to confess to you.” You took note of the pink starting to glow on the astrologist’s ears. For someone so “high and mighty” as she so often claimed, she really couldn’t hide her own embarrassment well. “Come on, let’s lighten up a bit, Mona. We’re at a wedding, let’s go enjoy ourselves.” 

“...I suppose you’re right, darling.” Mona huffed. “Now, I believe I owe you a slow dance for–”

Suddenly a bouquet slammed itself into your head and landed right on top of your lap. The both of you shrieking like little girls as you had no idea what just happened until you fully registered what you were hit with.

“AAAAAAA wait wait–! Mona, stop screaming! It’s just the bride’s bouquet! Mona I’m okay don’t scream–!”

You lifted the bouquet of pink up to your face to show Mona and smiled charmingly with a facefull of flowers. “It’s just the bouquet Mona! Somehow I managed to catch it!” Mona was still shell-shocked to fully register that you were okay. “I caught it! I caught the bouquet with my face and I didn’t even try!”

Ignoring the depressed wails of the unlucky women who weren’t as lucky as you, you got out of your chair and went over to hug Mona, who was now finally starting to wake up from her daze. 

“Mona, do you know what this means?!”

“Huh? What–?”

“We can get married next!”

MARRIED?!

You squeezed Mona so hard she swears she saw the stars on the ceiling. Yet despite the bone-crushing hug you gave her all she could think about was that you caught the bouquet, and in Mondstadt traditions that meant that you were next in line to get married next. You while you were dating her.

‘Married? Y/N wants to get married next? With me? Why?!’ If Mona’s eyes could spin they would. Too overloaded with information to comprehend the thought. 

“How wonderful this is, it seems like we were blessed with fate huh?” You joked. Though, when it came to fate, Mona never joked around. “I can’t wait to potentially spend the rest of my life with you…”

The astrologist tensed up at your words before softening in your hold. You quickly kiss her forehead before running off to show your lucky surprise to your friends, leaving your girlfriend standing by your table in both shock and dumbstruck love for you. ‘She really wants to spend the rest of her life with me…’ Mona pondered, heart beating against her ribcage as she grasped the edge of the table for stability. “Hah, I was worried for nothing…”

She looked over at you flaunting your accidental bouquet catch to various guests and smiled as you seemed so happy with the implications of having such a lucky catch. The astrologist sitting back at your table and watching you quietly from afar just as she did back when she pined for you all those years ago.

‘I suppose I don’t need an expensive wedding to make you happy. Just us being there makes it worth a whole fortune.’

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Tomboy Dressed Up (Part 2)

Author’s Note: Vil's part has been finished, had to remember and add somethings to it since my stupid doc didn't want me to have all of the fic.

Request: Yes by anon

 Remember that fic about a tomboyish fem s/o dolling up? May I request that but with Cater, Rook, and Vil?

Pairing: Cater, Rook, & Vil x Female S/O

Warning: Implied female, Pronouns You/Your, cliche stairway entrance,

Cater 

He was fixing his tie and smoothed out his jacket, looking at his appearance in the mirror. He fixed any small creases that he knew his sisters would badger him about. He kept an eye on the time before walking out of your shared bedroom and sat down on the couch. Hearing the chime of this phone, he answered it to see it was a text from his mom double checking that he knew where the wedding was happening.  

One of his sisters was getting married and of course, he was invited and asked if you wanted to be his plus one, which you agreed to. You’ve met his family a handful of times considering you both were busy with your life together. One day, you both were having an at home date before he got a call from his sister.  After greeting his sister and asking if you were available. Cater glanced at you, fully absorbed in watching the movie, and said you were busy, yet he spoke loud enough for you to hear whatever his sister was going to ask you. His sister asked if you would come or maybe be a bridesmaid, and he repeated the question, directly asking if you were interested in being his sister’s bridesmaid. Cater knew you weren’t a big fan of dresses and didn’t want you to have to suffer under his sister’s wraith, but it was your decision. Looking at you, waiting for an answer, and saw you shake your head before telling her that he would run it by you, even though he was going to text her later that you weren’t interested, but would attend the wedding with him. 

Later, you both got your invitations and saw what the color scheme was as well as the dress code was. Nothing that would outshine the groom or bride. Cater decided that he was going to wear a simple yet stylish suit and when he asked about what you were wearing, you showed him what you were going to wear. 

Hearing the bedroom door open, he looked up to see you step out and did a double take to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating. You were in a beautiful dress and he stared at you with an astonished expression. When you asked if this was alright, he didn’t answer you and only kept staring. This was different from what you would usually wear, and he wasn't complaining. It wasn't until he felt your hand under his chin and looked up to see you smiling. He smiled and stood up before asking for a twirl then cheered you on. He wrapped his arms around you and showered you in kisses, causing you to laugh. You had to pry his arms off of you so you both could make the ceremony before you both got in trouble. Throughout the entire time, he would whisper cheesy compliments to you, something he would do throughout the day. 

“I might have asthma because every time I look at you,” He smiled brightly, as you both danced at the reception, and kissed your cheek lovingly.  

“What am I going to do with you?” You let out a small dramatic sigh and kept dancing with him. 

“Love me forever?”   

Rook 

He happily chatted with other guests and told them a story causing them to laugh as Rook took the opportunity to look around the hall, taking in the scenery. It was filled to the brim of dressed guests socializing and dancing.  

It was a party at the museum that Rook was working for, he asked if you would come, which you agreed to. Revealing that it was a formal event, he reassured you that you didn’t have to wear pants before you told him that you would take care of it. Even when you both went shopping, he would suggest combinations of shirts and pants as well as footwear as he looked for both of you.  

When the day of the party came, Rook called to tell you at work that he wouldn’t be able to pick you up before the party and was apologizing as he was on his lunch break, heading home to pick up his suit. You reassured him that you could catch a ride with one of his coworkers, a close friend of you both, and meet him there. 

When he went back to your shared place, he decided to be nosy and look at the outfit you had set aside. He smiled at the simple suit that complimented his before leaving behind a piece of your preferred jewelry with a sweet note then left to head back to the museum. 

Sipping the champagne provided, he looked around again before noticing your familiar face and the smile on his face turned to an awestruck as you walked down the stairs, looking around for him. He took in the beautiful sight of your dress and your appearance, he felt he was falling in love with you all over again, and had a small blush spread across his face when you winked at him after spotting him in the crowd. He set the champagne glass down on a passing waiter’s tray before slipping through the crowd to meet you at the bottom of the stairs. 

Once you both met in the middle, he kissed your hand before giving you a gentle kiss, not messing up the small bit of makeup you had on and showered you with compliments. He asked where the dress came from and listened as you told him that you went out by yourself to buy it and kept it at a friend’s house, to not ruin your little surprise. He rewards you with his hearty laugh and another kiss before complimenting you for getting past the hunter. He offered his arm to you before escorting you through the crowd and headed towards a group of friends. 

“No set of jewels could compare to you, my love.” 

Vil 

Vil watched as the crowd of familiar and unfamiliar faces interacted with each other before moving his gaze to his father, laughing, while surrounded by some old friends of his. Vil sipped his drink as he checked his phone to see if you texted him yet.  

His father tended to have two different birthdays each year, one with all his old friends and one that he spends with Vil. This year, he decided to have a bigger party with his friends and asked for both Vil and you to be there if you both were available. You’ve met him a couple times while dating Vil, a very loving man and someone Vil looked up to. You would occasionally spend time with him while Vil had to take a call or answer some work stuff while you two were visiting him.  

When Vil heard about the semi formal dress code, he wanted to help figure out what you were going to wear to elevate your gorgeous appearance. You both would have scope through both your closets to come up with an outfit or an idea. You both came up with a compromise on both parties, Vil didn’t want to force you into wearing something that you would feel uncomfortable in. You both went shopping, mainly to figure out what to get his dad, and you both would go separate ways to do your own thing. He browsed around for some potential gifts for his father before you met up with him to eventually come to a final decision.   

The week of the party, you both went a couple days early to spend time with him as well as to help if you could. You both stayed at his house because he didn’t want either of you to waste money on a hotel when you could just stay at his house. On the day of the party, he was woken up to hear his phone ringing and begrudgingly answered it to hear his agent apologizing for bothering him on his time off. She told him about a photoshoot needing a replacement for Neige and it was nearby his father's house. Vil debated about it before sighing and told her to send him the address. His conditions were to only be there for a couple of hours before hanging up. He let out a tired sigh before glancing at you, sleeping peacefully while wrapped up in the comfy sheets. He kissed your head before getting out of bed to get ready then gave you one more kiss before leaving the room. He informed his father of a last-minute gig and he would be back in time for the party.

By the time he came back, he immediately went upstairs to change and put on some makeup before joining the part. He was greeted by some of his father's old friends and talked to them for a while. He looked around for you, but you were nowhere in sight. He asked his father if he had seen you, only to be told that you went on a quick errand to grab some extra supplies. Vil was tempted to go find you, but decided to wait. instead.

As he listened to someone telling a story, he overheard your laughter and turned his head to see you, entering the party with a box of wine. What made him do a second look was the outfit you were wearing. A formal dress with some jewelry, something different from what he thought you were going to wear. He excused himself before making his way over to you, noticing someone was getting too friendly with you, and quickened his steps towards the open bar.

Once he enters your peripheral vision, you smiled and greeted him, causing him to smile and give you a kiss on the lips, silently showing this person that you were taken. He apologized for leaving you this morning and leaving you alone. You reassured him that it was fine before he asked where you found this dress. He was surprised to hear that you found it while you both went gift shopping and had it shipped here so he wouldn't see it beforehand. Such a sneaky sweet potato. He gave you another kiss before you both heard his father calling both of your names, to see him surrounded by some of his old friends. Vil offered his arm to you before carefully leading you towards him and reassured you that you would be alright.

"Promise not to drop me?" You asked, as you walked in heels.

"Only a fool would drop a woman like you, dear." he reassured you.

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Royalty could not touch themselves, nor could ordinary folk touch them, as is still true of the queen of England today; Princess Diana was considered radical for breaking the taboo in the 1980s by shaking hands without wearing gloves. The traditions that grew up around royal menstrual taboos created the absolute formality and self-control of the traditional aristocracy. They often had to be fed and dressed by others all their lives; their hair and nails had to be especially protected so no one could steal them for magical purposes and do harm. Every substance of their bodies was imbued with extreme power; every part of their bodies had significance. A class of attendants developed around them for the primary purpose of caring for their dangerous, life-sustaining bodies: hairdressers, cosmeticians, tailors, body servants, handmaidens, kingsmen, emissaries, spokesmen, ladies of the bedchamber.

Like menstruants, royalty in many cultures could not touch the ground. They were carried everywhere on the shoulders of special servants, just as menstruants had once been carried on their grandmother's shoulders:

Formerly neither the kings of Uganda, nor their mothers, nor their queens might walk on foot outside the spacious enclosures in which they lived. Whenever they went forth they were carried on the shoulders of men of the Buffalo clan, several of whom accompanied any of these royal personages on a journey and took it in turn to bear the burden. The king sat astride the bearer's neck with a leg over each shoulder and his feet tucked under the bearer's arms. When one of these royal carriers grew tired he shot the king onto the shoulders of a second man without allowing the royal feet to touch the ground.

In other cultures, royalty would be carried in litters and divan chairs, completely covered so no one could see them—just as menstruants were carried in covered sledges on the North American continent, and as brides of north Africa went home from their weddings completely draped from head to foot, in tents atop their camels, unseen by strangers.

The men of the royal class also inherited the menstrual and bithing thrones, the shoes, gloves, hats and long capes, and the bridal divans of women. The footwear of royalty provided ritual protection for both king and people: "According to ancient Brahmanic ritual a king at his inauguration trod on a tiger's skin and a golden plate; he was shod with shoes of boar's skin, and so long as he lived thereafter he might not stand on the earth with his bare feet." The holy man of the Dogon is required to wear sandals, for otherwise his feet will burn the earth; the sandals cool him. In his sandals, he impersonates the sun, which for the Dogon is in the female domain. Among other restrictions, he is not allowed to sweat, and no one is allowed to touch him.

Style of dressing, of movement, and of gesture would form the bodies of royal and holy persons just as it did those of women in general. The royal hands, like the hands of menstruants, were particularly dangerous, so they could not touch themselves or do ordinary work. Consequently, their gestures became very controlled, turned slightly outward, away from the body, in what came to be called "elegance," "delicacy," and "refinement"—and also, and of course historically accurately, "effeminate."

-Judy Grahn, Blood, Bread, and Roses: How Menstruation Created the World

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reiji sakamaki x reader

The perfect bride

one shot

part 1

Where Reiji was chosen to be the ruler of all vampires and demons, Karheinz had to put his hands on his career and order for a wife…as if he needs one, but when he met her? What witchcraft did this girl perform on him?

disclaimers: [y/n] instert with some physical descriptions, suggestive descriptions and content, blood sucking, inappropriate language, symptoms of social anxiety. (And yes thats Nayeon in the middle photo<3)

[y/f/n] = your father’s name , [y/m/n] = your mother’s name , [b/p/n] = birth place name.

Lets all calm down here.

Why on earth, none other than the King of all demons, would need a wife for?

A heir? Blood resource? ….love.?

As if.

As if he needed one, but then again what was he doing at a dinner with all clans and magistrates, young princesses that searched for quality husbands, dried queens that still searched for an affair, insolent children that ran all over the location?

Reiji regretted every second of that choice he made, the choice to come seeking for a wife at a ball.

His punctured and corrupted expression of upsetting could only express the hundreds of complaints his mind was spouting, why during his peaceful duties he had to be disturbed and dressed up to come seeking for an useless wife?

Why did he have to dress in his best black void suit and fix his hair, why his attentions must visit everyone’s eyes?

He sat there is his black carriage as his figure wiggled around, he’s like a statue since his anger has provided him from moving during the travel, he keeps his head locked curved in the window angrily eyeing the breath taking view of the lands at night.

Only hoping for the carriage to end in an incident so that he could get back to his numerous duties.

He sighs and fixes his glasses lots of times in annoyance, if only he had searched for a mistress earlier, but the dozens of work he had to do to get to the throne is almost inhumane.

That he did not have time to search for one. So here he was.

When the carriage suddenly stopped he flashed for a moment almost ceasing his upset expression thinking that maybe his prayers were listened, no they weren’t.

He arrived.

The little door of his carriage opened slowly revealing his slim and tall figure, as he stepped out he only found more and more reasons of why this was the biggest regret of his life.

He sighed for the millionth time ignoring the butcher outside announcing his entrance.

-“King of all demons, Reiji Sakamaki.” The raspy and soft voice of the aged butcher at the door spoke reading the parchment, when it did the guests almost flinched synchronized.

He can only appreciate the warm fancy tea scent that came out of that ball room and the founded fear of some of them peasants, that tall and colorfully decorated ball room, almost made his eye problematics worse.

As he stepped furiously inside with that distirbed look, his lieutenants followed him along, the guests bowed at them like dominos that fall.

The handmade leather of his footwear signed every single angry step he made across that floor, until he arrived to his position higher than everyone else, his red crimson silk throne decorated at the edges with golden engravings, he let his sculpted and slim figure fall in the cushion as his companions gathered around him.

-“The most decent one. And then we go.” Reiji’s poisoned voice came out of his pinkish soft lips all in one breath as he looked straight in front of him, he ordered at his lieutenants as he didn’t want to loose another pricey second of his expensive time.

The lieutenants nodded and responded, as they became seeking with their gaze for young girls.

They trembled slightly as they looked around, suddenly every single young possible mistress seemed way out of his league. Almost too embarrassing.

Spoiled. Insolent. Selfish. Rude. Obnoxious and annoying.

All of them.

One of his lieutenants sighed as he hoped for one presentable young girl.

…

Until…..they saw a light.

-“Duke and Duchess of [b/p/n]. [y/f/n] [y/m/n] [y/l/n].”

Spoke once again the voice of the butcher that faced the outside.

Almost as a miracle had happened, a swan was spotted between the chickens.

Steps were to be heard of three figures, guests turned at them as they walked inside.

So long since the last time the Duke of [b/p/n] was seen between the clans.

And behind those two aged powerful characters.

Curved and tall figure, porcelain palest skin with dark moles signing her features, silky and shiny hair combed with the finest techniques let to fall of her shoulders, hips and back looked like they were carved in ancient marble by the greek gods, sharp and attentive eyes, a black gaze that analyzed whatever around her, controlled and calculated movements but still flawless and unique, rosy cheeks and plump lips.

All rounded by a velvet red crimson dress with slightly puffed sleeves and skirt that started from the higher waist, refined in couture from the finest silk and decorated with golden handmade personality sewed lace, covering her long arms lace black gloves.

Reiji’s eyes slightly widened at such perfection, his brows softened at that sight and replaced his bitchy annoyed face, with an hungry and seductive smirk.

Not only he found a match, but it was….absolutely perfect and full tied all of his requests, he almost wronged himself for thinking that anyone would’ve been perfect.

He saw his lieutenants looking at her, and gazing with such dried eyes.

-“Her. Elaborate.” Reiji ordered suddenly, for seconds they remained still bewitched, then moved their figures around searching for the guest list, until one of them found it.

-“[y/n] [y/l/n], daughter of the Duke of [b/p/n], Vibora and searching for husband.” One of the lieutenants said, holding the paper with the names.

His smirk widened once again, not that the marital status mattered of course. But she was completely pure like pearls and untouched like soft tender clouds, almost like she was just patiently waiting to be filled.

Waiting to be bitten, to be tasted and ruined.

Her stranger gaze moved around like wind from guest to guest, until…..she met a never saw before, pair of magenta irises.

Sparkling of villainess and lust as they locked with hers, she could read his thoughts and intentions only through that intoxicating and piercing look on his eyesight.

She broke that non physical violating contact as she looked back at her father, her cheeks feeling slightly burnt as they tinted in pink.

Her family was away abroad up until this night, how could she ever known that the new king of all demons was so….fascinating…

Certainly the previous one had his charm along with his techniques of seduction for women, but he was just much more diabolical and seemed really intrigued by her.

As that eye contact kept re-jumping in her mind she tried to analyze his features from her previous memories, those eyes…..sharp and….lustful…

Clearly made her feel as if they were touching her all long her body.

All that compressed air was drowning her head and thoughts, along with the hundreds of conversations about politics and money and positions….all over and over again….

She didn’t speak a word all night long at the dinner, only looking down at the floor and following her father like a little duckling as he introduced her to every guest like a painting in an auction.

But once she felt the mans eyes all on her, she had to slide away.

Her steps could be barely heard as she walked trough the hall that brought from the ballroom to the pavilion of the garden, she kept her hands firmly locked on her chest as the breath became uneasy from the tension.

The cold and refreshing air of the starry night finally hit the choking warmth of her skin, that dark blue night that was poked with holes of natural light of the stars.

The garden was green and well decorated, with spuns of leaves that fell from the trees, and that beautiful pavilion right in center. Covered by a white marble ceiling and a cricket ground.

She sat on the marble large cylinder right above the ceiling, admiring the garden as she enjoyed that comfortable silence that surrounded her.

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, finally feeling calm again.

-“I couldn’t help but notice your sudden absence.”

A new voice. A new deep and dreadful voice.

It was penetrating and flawless as she never heard it, but certainly could’ve associated a previously met face to it.

She turned her figure slowly as she tried to relax from the flinch she had taken when she heard someone speaking.

There he was again, that tall handsome stranger, dressed with the best fabrics and with the strongest ego.

His dark purplish hair slightly long stretched and fell to his covered collarbones, those sharp and grisly features that surrounded his pale skin, those eyes kept locked on hers once again.

he stood there arms crossed like a spoiled whore, waiting for the not so sire answer that would’ve signified her destiny.

That was now on his hands.

That cut keen smirk on his thin lips, showed his intentions that she could’ve already felt.

-“y-your highness.”

She squeezed her eyelids when she heard that studder coming out of her choked voice, her trembling figure rised from her seat and bowed instantly slightly raising the sides of her red gown.

She remained in that position until she then slowly rised again and looked down, bringing her hands together holding them.

She stretched her back fixing her posture, but didn’t dare to look at him in the eye.

[y/n] could feel her heart racing almost asking to jump out of her body, which made her breath uneasy as she desperately tried to keep control of herself.

Never she had been face to face with a King of his rage, not even the previous one, and now they were in that open fresh space, alone and together.

She knew that the mentality of the guests would have brought innumerable rumors about her and the King if someone was to seek them outside. Most importantly in someone was to notice both of their absences.

The grip on her hands firmed suddenly as she thought about the consequences and what would they talk about her. Nothing but filth.

-“I have been chosen for the position of King two months ago.”

Reiji spoke. Looking directly at her who wasn’t daring to rise her head.

He maintained his cold and satisfied expression, as for him, quality tableware and sparkling polished silver wouldn’t bring the level of joy that would ever hit him when he sensed one’s fear around him.

-“but whats a King without a bride?”

He said.

And she knew instantly what he was implying.

She flinched her head and looked right at his eyes, forgetting the titles she had right in front of her gaze, suddenly her expression traveled from uneasy to terrified.

-“and i…Have chosen you.”

[Part 2] coming soon….

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World building and theories of Engage

Kagetsu

Kagetsu does not come from Elusia but his name still carries the tradition of being named after a flower. In Japanese his name can be divided into ‘moon' and ‘flower‘. Moonflowers are believed to be visionary plants and have medicinal applications. Kagetsu has a form of visionary powers that give him correct predictions but ultimately these visions have little utility. The moonflower on!y blooms at night so it could be considered a metaphor for beauty and truth blossoming from the darkness. 

His outfit features the colourway of black, white and red. These three colours are considered traditional colours because they were the colour of eyes and pigments available to artisans and artists. White is believed to symbolise purity and truth. Kagetsu‘s friendship intentions with Ivy comes from a pure and true heart which surprises her as she is accustomed to people with hidden, often malicious intentions. White is also associated with priests and brides, especially in the Shinto tradition.  It is also the colour of mourning. Samurai's adorned white when they were to perform spooky - a ritual sacrifice. 

Red has many associations, including being the colour of tori (shrine gates, temples and daruma dolls). It is an important colour said to symbolise power, strength, fire and protection. 

Black is the traditional colour of samurai and represents masculinity. 

Starting from the feet outwards, Kagetsu is wearing a pair of waraji. If you compare his waraji to zori and geta with raised soles, the low ground nature of his footwear really is unsuited to Elusia's environment of rain, pear and snow. The waraji is associated with commonfolk, not royalty like Kagetsu, because they were cheap and easy to create. Kagetsu is a traveller in search of worthy opponents. The waraji is perfectly suited for travellers because of the lightweight nature a supply could be carried and then discarded eleven they were worn out. 

His hakama are known as horse riding hakama because they are divided into separate legs. To keep his umanori hakama from falling down, there are himo (straps) attached on either side of the front and smaller ones around the back. Hahaha are traditionally associated with practitioners of martial arts. The belt which helps hold the hakama up is known as the ‘obi'. The colour of the in I can symbolise the skill level of a martial art practitioner, but not In Kagetsu's case, since he wears hakama, the obi colour does not indicate his skill. His obi is tied with a knot known as ‘tateya musubi’ or ‘standing arrow knot’ and is a symbol for double joy. Another important item of his ensemble is a knot charm. This charm would be for warding off evil spirits and as a mizuhiki knot (The knot gets tighter the more it is pulled), could symbolise bonds between people. 

Finally his hair style is a variation of the warrior's top knot, a style to keep the hair from his face and symbolise his warrior's spirit. 

On his casual onigiri gear are tomoe, these are swirly symbols similar to a heraldic badge. His tomoe features three and four swirls, these particular mitsudomoe are associated with the guardian of warriors Hachiman. In Shintoism, four represents the mitama (souls) and three represents the three aspects of the four mitama. Japanese aristocrats were known to use these symbols as family crests. The mitsudomoe also represents the cycle of life in Buddhism.  

There is a fun aspect to his outfit with designs of his favourite food; origiri. A red circle is also visible, a nod to the hinomaru, the Japanese flag. Hinomaru means ‘circle of the sun'. 

In the Somniel he ditches his waraji for geta, finer sandals for a sacred place. These have a raised heel and are made of wood. 

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DCA Info Part 63: Halloween Outfits

Jinlong as Thorn Dragon

Much like how Diasomnia's costumes were based on Jiangshi, hoping vampires in Chinese folklore and their theme was based on East Asian Dragons, Jinlong's costume is based on western dragons, the kind commonly seen in fantasy literature or fairy tales.

In the Prototype, the outfit consisted of a gray gown with a gold and black collar, armor like accessories above the elbow, a belt and cuffs. The skirt appeared to have a slit at the side that reveals purple ruffles. The outfit also includes a pair of gray stockings with thorn detailing and black heels with gold trim and soles.

The Final Version of this costume has the colors differ greatly, now having a purple and black color scheme with the interior of the skirt being green and now having black ruffles. The outfit now has a pair of silver and black heels and purple stockings with roses and thorns. The gown additionally includes a chain attached to the belt buckle and said chain is attached to a heart charm with a sword in the center.

Elu as Bear Totem

Inspired by the world of Brother Bear, Elu's ensemble is based on Kenai, the protagonist of Brother Bear.

In the Prototype, the costume consisted of a tan parka with white fur trim, diamond like designs on the upper sleeves, and bear claw markings. The rest of the outfit consisted of a blue necklace with yellow diamonds and a bear in the center, a brown belt, a brown skirt and pants, with the pants having diamond like designs and brown shoes.

The Final Version of this costume keeps the costume mostly the same but the colors have been changed and the bear claw markings have been replaced by the same diamond like designs.

Allison as Rag Bones

This lolita like ensemble is inspired by Jack Skellington and Sally from Tim Burton's The Nightmare Before Christmas.

In the Prototype, the costume consisted of a yellow dress shirt layered underneath a black and white striped bolero blazer with gray trim and bows, also included was a black bowtie with a gray cat pendant with wings that resembled those of a bat. The skirt was designed with a patchwork like feel to it, with the skirt having three colors, green with stripes and spots, yellow with black dots and purple with stripes. Also included was a waist chain that consisted of black, purple and orange beads and having charms that resemble candy corn, a star, a moon and a jack o lantern.

The Final Version of this costume is slightly altered, with the dress shirt now being purple and the bolero blazer now having orange stripes and bows, as well as having puffs. The chain of beads is now gold and features skulls and the skirt now has a red tartan part replacing the green portion. The skirt's interior is also now purple. The stockings are made to resemble stitched up legs and feature the same patterns on the skirt. For footwear, Allison sports a pair of black loafers. Allison wears a black headband with a pumpkin on it and the pumpkin has purple bat wings. On the topic of wings, Allison also sports a pair of fake wings that resemble those of a bat with black trim and the interior being purple with Halloween patterns on it.

Briar as Wilting Baby's Breath

Resembling a wedding dress, this costume is inspired by another one of Tim Burton's films, Corpse Bride, with the outfit being based on Emily, the titular corpse bride.

In the Prototype, the costume consisted of a white sweetheart wedding dress with baby's breath flowers on the left side of the bodice and white roses on the right of the two layered tattered skirt.

The Final Version of this costume remains mostly untouched but now includes a blue bead chain around the waist and the second layer of the skirt is now sparkly blue with swirl like patterns. The dress also appears to have a baby blue tint. Briar also wears a pair of pale blue heels with white stockings. Briar accessorizes with a blue tattered veil with baby blue roses and a pair of white gloves with the left side having ribbon.