#gilded silks

[gilded-silks]

@gilded-silks

[fashionsfromhistory]

Dressing Gown

1878-1879

United States

Peabody Essex Museum (Object Number: 133939)

[frogteethblogteeth]

Dog kennel created for Marie Antoinette by Claude I Sené, ca. 1775-1780

[lissomelace]

Ok, so I have a question that had been intriguing me for a while now. In your Point of Pride Universe, are the Elves shapeshifting only and specifically into members of the Pantherea lineage (the True Big cats) or just cats big enough to have a sensical mass to size transformation?

(For example, cheetahs and pumas are not True Big Cats.) (Have a cladograph for reference)

Not just the true big cats! And I am playing a bit with species for fantasy worldbuilding reasons (for example, the Teleri are commonly clouded leopards, which are irl very comparatively small to many other cat species, so…yeah, they’re a bit bigger of cats in this au than their real-world counterparts).

There are definitely going to be both cheetahs and pumas—we haven’t met any of the cheetahs, but I think Russandol has mentioned his cousin Tamarille on Nerdanel’s side, and she’s a puma.

(Putting the rest of this under a cut, because this got LONG! Warning: Worldbuilding Rambles Ahead!)

It’s kind of just what I choose. And though there are general trends (from the primordial woke-up-in-the-same-area ‘groupings’ of elves with certain forms) they aren’t clear-cut, since intermarriage happens regularly, and social lines are drawn differently as different subgroups of elves immigrated/dispersed in different directions. Vanyar elves are mostly lions, but there are also many families which more often have cheetah forms, and decent numbers of many others. Because all Vanya denotes (at least in this universe—there might have been something about waking up first that I’m not going by) is that they were the first group who came first and fastest to Valinor. It’s where and when they went, not based on what cat forms they have.

I will say (because I now have a chance to ramble! Thank you for the question/opportunity to do this!) that the genetics for this are pretty meaningless anyway. This would be DIFFERENT if the elves had, like, evolved this way, but that isn’t really how tolkien’s ‘I just woke up looking like this’ origin of elves works. So the genetics are also, like, by design or something.

(This is also why Nerdanel and Feanaro’s children aren’t leopard/tiger hybrids or anything. I am not good at worldbuilding genetics because I’m not an expert or anything. But instead of inheriting, say, leopard genes from one parent and tiger genes from another, they inherit one ‘active’ form in some sort of cohesive genetic package and can carry others, which might be passed down to their own children. This is why Tyelkormo is a snow leopard (Feanaro carries that genetic potential from Miriel); children might not have the same form as one or the other of their parents, it might be passed down from further back in their family tree)

(I have no idea if that makes any sense)

Now, I have not yet decided if there will be even more variation. But at this point the only species I have been working on with regards to cultures/characters have been (to reference your cladograph!) the Panthera and Puma lineages, although that isn’t necessarily a hard and fast rule that I have set down yet but speaks more to which areas of this au I have built and thought out. I’m still figuring a lot of this stuff out with regards to the long term stories I want to tell and the characters and cultures that will be in focus for those stories.

I am sorry this answer is so extensive, and I went off on so many tangents! There’s a little less concrete detail than for some of my other worldbuilding areas of focus. But thank you so much for the question, and for the opportunity to talk about some of these things that I am always thinking about and working on!!!!<3<3<3 And if there was anything here I was PROFOUNDLY off-topic or incoherent on, just let me know and I would be happy to clarify :)

[emillysstudio]

My new 'Book of Lilith'. This has been an enormous undertaking, nearly a year to complete.

[dragonomatopoeia]

re: the last post i am constantly battling my inner demons because while I Know language changes all the time and we should be conscious of how it's actually used rather than hanging onto prescriptivist ideals, whenever i hear someone say comfortability instead of comfort i have to close my eyes for a second

[silk-swan]

🐆

[soraeia]

@arcxnumvitae replied to your post “Walking around the Imperial palace of...”:

Huaxiu smiling and asking him how he’s enjoying the accommodations so far. (Look, Vanystea, at this incredibly expensive silk they have displayed. It took many skilled hands to make, yet such treasures at mere trifles at the palace. See, Vanystea.)

"I can tell that you worked hard to make our stay a comfortable one, your majesty. Your efforts are greatly appreciated." Pointedly does not bow to the highest authority of the nation he's in.

[digitalfashionmuseum]

Red Silk Dress, ca. 1880, American.

Met Museum.

[sssinful-tophat-lordzzz]

Starter Call!

Okay so finally got my nonsense together, so I'm now open for full on starters, and or plotting with my version of these three.

Still might be slow on replies, but open for anything you want, might dm you if I have questions though. Go crazy. Main blog is also open @rapid-as-sass-in-nation-team And I ain't mutuals only, so if you wanna hit me up to start something without us knowing eachother before hand, Im, good with that.

Also, if you read my announcement about Pentious, that version is also open for starters and plotting. As I said go crazy.

[degournay]

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[gilded-silks]

@gilded-silks

[fashionsfromhistory]

Winter Ensemble

1880s

Anyone living in New England realizes that dressing in winter means dressing for warmth. A stylish few, however, somehow manage to combine warmth with elegance. This ensemble was purchased by Miss C. L. W. French of Roxbury and Boston, Massachusetts, from Mlle Lipman's establishment in Paris for the lavish sum of 1,600 francs. Miss French surely would have impressed anyone as she strolled along the Commonwealth Avenue mall or rode down Beacon Street in a sleigh.

The original bill and a photograph of one of Miss French's relatives wearing the dress in 1920 were also given to SPNEA. Along with the photographs, the donation included a program from a Suffrage Pageant in 1920. This tantalizing bit of evidence suggests that Miss French may have been a suffragette, for this dress was worn in 1920 by a relative at a celebration of the Nineteenth Amendment awarding women the vote.

Historic New England (Accession Number: 1990.507A-G)

[lissomelace]

Hello, I just saw a painting which reminded me of your "Gilded Silks and Linens". The painting is "The Sleeping Beauty" by John Collier from 1921. Hope you have a wonderful day/night!

...oh, wow, yes!!!! They're color-coded! And so beautiful!

(Russandol is DEFINITELY that bashful looking a lot of the time!!!)

(And Findaráto's hair is totally that long or longer)

Thank you so much! That is AMAZING!

I hope you have a wonderful day/night as well

[worldhistorys4]

history of united state

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[r3starttt]

BEHAVE

PAIRING: Caitlyn Kiramman x reader

SUMMARY: Being her controversial young girlfriend but she's sooo mean about it.

CW: Mean Caitlyn. fingering and public sex if u squint. A mix of Cait act 1 and after act 3 because that eye patch makes her so hot.

TAGLIST: @lewd-alien @greysontheidiot @jolyne @sapphic-ovaries @tlouloser @prwttiestbunny @visobsession @thesevi0lentdelights @lvlymicha @stickycherritart @patronagrona @halle5s @usuck @thalchmy @lovelyy-moonlight @fakevalentine

A/N: this was a headcanon but it's too long so, enjoy(? also I apologize because this is very self indulgent and maybe it doesn't feel like it's Caitlyn at all but who cares!

* first post of the year!!!! ahhhh praying I can write so much more

"Do you truly believe I wouldn’t notice?" Caitlyn’s voice brushed against your ear, a velvet whisper laced with reproach as her hands rested on your shoulders. She guided you through the sea of silk gowns and tailored suits, her touch light yet insistent. The weight of her name—Kiramman—still carried its unyielding responsibilities. These endless soirées, gilded in pretension, were as much a part of her world as the air she breathed.

You hummed in acknowledgment, your brow furrowing as the opulent liquor in your glass shimmered with each step. The crystal caught the golden glow of chandeliers, creating ripples of light that danced with the cadence of your movements.

"I distinctly recall telling you not to speak to her," Caitlyn said, her voice low but firm, a melody of restrained fury and high-society decorum. And there it was—why she was upset. Her words, precise as a scalpel, made the realization cut deeper.

Jealousy. It wasn’t the first time.

She was a woman molded by singularity, the only child of a family whose legacy loomed large. Years of hard work and calculated poise had shaped her, yet even Caitlyn Kiramman wasn’t immune to the corrosive sting of possessiveness. She had drawn comfort from women, and in doing so, learned too much about how easily temptation could unravel the strongest resolves. She knew what could happen when the wrong hands reached for what they desired.

"And I didn’t," you replied, your tone measured but pointed as you placed emphasis on the pronoun. "She spoke to me."

But you knew the defense was weak, the excuse thin. It wasn’t about who initiated the conversation—it was about the way you let it linger, the playful barbs you traded in defiance of Caitlyn’s clear wishes.

"Look at me."

She halted, steering you into a quiet corner where the hallway stood mostly empty save for the occasional passing silhouette. Her grip shifted to your chin, blue-painted nails biting just enough to demand your attention. Tilting your face upward, her single piercing eye—framed by the violet eyepatch that gleamed under the estate’s polished lighting—locked onto yours.

"That woman," Caitlyn said, her tone laced with hate, "will go to any lengths to provoke me. She is petty, immature, and cannot tolerate the fact that I chose you." The emphasis on you was punctuated with a fleeting brush of her thumb along your cheek.

"And why is that?" you countered, tilting your head slightly, an air of defiance laced in your words. You knew the unspoken truths hidden in her gaze, the ghosts of her past lovers lingering in her quiet. You weren’t the first to occupy her bed, but you intended to be the last. Still, the question hung in the air, daring her to acknowledge the vulnerability that simmered beneath her jealousy.

Her posture shifted, the tension momentarily releasing as she let go of your face, her hands finding yours. "Behave," she murmured, her voice carrying a polished warn. "You’re not some foolish girl in need of coddling , are you? Didn’t you insist I treat you like a grown woman and not—what was it?—a 'sweet indulgence,' like those other girls you claim I once entertained?"

Sharp, clever, and unrelenting , Caitlyn always knew how to turn the blade back on you, her wit as honed as the rifle she wielded with such precision.

"I’m merely observing," you replied with a shrug, feigning indifference though the sting of her words lingered. "You seem awfully afraid of some women. Almost as though you know them too well."

Her laugh was soft, almost a scoff, but her grip on your waist tightened. Caitlyn wasn’t one to retreat. Instead, she seized the moment, her free hand taking your glass and setting it on a side table near the staircase alongside her own. Without a word, she led you upward.

The quiet intimacy of the stairwell was a stark contrast to the party below. The golden light softened as you ascended, and with each step, the air between you grew heavier, thick with the unsaid.

Your heels echoed against the polished marble, mirroring hers as you followed her onto one of the estate’s many balconies. Caitlyn left the balcony door ajar, the muffled hum of the soirée seeping through like a distant murmur.

Her lips grazed the delicate curve of your neck, warm and insistent. "Do you know what I used to do?" she murmured, her voice low-- confessional. Her hands found your waist, steadying you as though she feared you might falter under the weight of her words.

"I would take them home," she began, her tone as smooth as the feel of her hands on your skin. Her fingers tightened ever so slightly, a possessive gesture had you folding already. "I would ask about their lives, their dreams... enough to slip beneath their guard."

Her lips traveled upward, brushing the corner of your jaw, then your cheek, before stopping just next to your ear. "And then," she continued, her voice a breath against your skin, "I would lean in, cup their necks, let my gaze linger on their lips... kiss them."

As the words left her mouth, she mirrored the act with you. Her fingers glided to the nape of your neck, holding you firm, her lips capturing yours with a deliberate fervor. The kiss was unhurried yet commanding, a declaration rather than a question.

"I would undo their clothes, piece by piece, savoring the soft of their skins." Her hands traveled down, tracing the contours of your frame with reverence until her fingers found the hem of your dress. Slowly, she gathered the fabric, the rustle of it rising in harmony with the quickening beat of your heart.

"I would caress their thighs," she continued, her voice dropping with promise. Her hand slid beneath the folds of your dress. She paused there, letting the silence be filled with the distant hum of the party behind you.

Her gaze met yours again, piercing. She pressed her knee in between your legs, her fingers making small circles over your clothed clit, feeling the fabric damp under her touch. A smile spread on her face, almost a mocking laugh escaping her as her forehead leaned closer to your own. "Yeah? feels good, doesn't it?" Her breath hovering over your lips before you nodded, opening your lips further to try and get a kiss she denied.

"I would love to feel how wet they got... listening those whimpers and the many obscenities spilling through such pretty lips." Her other hand went behind your waist, digging her fingers into you.

Your head tilted down as you got pressed into the railing. Worried that someone might see.

It wouldn't be new to them. Cailtyn had been caught endless times by those working for her or around her- and she couldn't care less. Making her girls go louder each time.

"I loved to hear how they pronounced my name in between gasps." Her wet lips pressed another kiss into your neck. Her hand guiding your hips to move against her leg as she slid her fingers up and down your covered slit.

You held behind onto the railing, using it to impulse your body as you wished against her fingers and her body and just enjoy yourself while using her. Your lips pressed too tightly to not let any sound out.

Your eyebrows furrowed to a point it hurt. Caitlyn made you mad, she knew how to put you in your place every single time.

"Be a good girl and let me hear you, love." She pressed herself closer to you again, her fingers busy with your wet. She had minutes that felt endless just rubbing at your clit over your clothes, providing you the friction of her knee against your cunt or her fingers over your hole- teasing to pull your panties aside and fuck you-- But that was it.

And maybe all of it had you falling for her one last time. Opening your lips to moan and whimper against her own. She wanted the show and if she asked so nicely why would you deny her?

But just as you felt like maybe there could be a way to convince her to fuck you like you wanted, she stopped. It was almost too abruptly it hurt.

"Go to the bathroom and compose yourself," Caitlyn instructed. Her grip tightened on your chin, tilting your face upward with a practiced ease that left little room to argument. The intensity in her eyes was an unspoken demand.

"I will not endure the embarrassment of your behavior tonight." The sharp edge of her accent making each syllable bite. Her fingers pressed into your cheeks, just enough to remind you of her control, her authority over this moment. "Your age is already... challenging for me. Do not make me regret this, love. Do you understand?"

You nodded, the motion awkward under the restraint of her hand. A wave of heat prickled at the corners of your eyes, tears threatening to spill, not from pain but from the raw sting of her words. Your voice came out small, broken, as though the very air had been stolen from your lungs.

"I'm sorry," you murmured an apology barely audible, stifled by the weight of her fingers against your face.

"Don't apologize," she snapped, the command as firm as it was cold. Her gaze bore into yours, cutting through your composure. "Just do as I ask. Prove to me that you're capable of being what I need you to be."

Her lips hovered dangerously close to yours, her breath warm, intimate, yet void of comfort. "Show me you're worth it-" She paused to make it clear, it was a warn if not a threat. "And never, ever speak to her again. Not a word, not a glance. Or it's over. Is that clear?"

There was no room for negotiation, no softness to temper her gaze. Her words were final. Like anything else around her, it was an unspoken contract you had no choice but to sign.