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lucygxybaird · 19 days ago

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12 Days of Christmas - Day Five

tw: pregnancy

When you woke up this morning, you did not expect to find an empty, open suitcase on the bed beside you, right where your husband usually sleeps, with a note laying right in the middle of the silk lining — pack your essentials and enough clothes for five days. Then meet me in the dining room. - Coryo.

After you packed, and your suitcase was taken at the foot of the stairs by a servant, you found your husband just where the note said he’d be. You were also met with an impressive breakfast spread complete with your favorites, including a handmade strawberry preserve that is absolutely heavenly on French toast. Coryo got to his feet when he sees you, drawing your chair out for you and dropping a kiss on the crown of your hair once you sat down.

“Eat up, darling,” he said. “We’ll be going for a drive today.”

This was something else you didn’t expect when you woke up this morning. You’re very aware of how busy your husband is, not only because he shares everything with you but because you have plenty of your own duties that run parallel with his. Just yesterday, you visited an animal shelter to promote adorable, fluffy pets up for adoption. You’d come home covered in dog hair, with cat whiskers clinging to your hair from the myriad of times you’d kissed their sweet little kitten faces.

“A drive?” you asked, spreading some of that strawberry preserve on a piece of French toast. “Where are we going?”

When you looked up, your husband only smiled at you, a mysterious grin which told you without any words that he wasn’t going to say. You ducked your head over your breakfast, trying to keep from giggling like a little schoolgirl. Coryo often surprises you with little gifts — glittering pieces of jewelry, a silk scarf for your hair, pairs of shoes, anything that he thinks you might like or could bring a smile to your face.

But he’s never done anything like this before.

And so maybe, really, you should have expected to find yourself where you are right now, since this has been so unusual anyway. But you can’t get over the shock of it, although you can’t say it’s a remotely unpleasant sensation. In fact, you have such a bubbly feeling of excitement in your chest that you can’t keep still, fingers fidgeting with the hem of your sweater, feet tapping restlessly on the floor of the car.

To your left, you hear Coryo chuckle. “We’re almost there, darling,” he says. “You’ll be able to take it off soon.”

The surprises kept coming fast and thick as you left the house, piling up like snow falling on Christmas Eve, promising a glittering white Christmas. Although a member of your staff had put the bags in the car, before you could climb in the back, Coryo had taken your arm.

“It’s just going to be the two of us,” he murmured in your ear. “I’ll drive. I’d like you to sit up front with me.”

You stared at him for a moment. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d gotten into the passenger seat of a car, and you’d never never seen Coryo get in the driver’s seat. Actually, you didn’t even know he could drive.

“Of course,” you said, and you were rewarded with another smile.

Almost as soon as you’d driven out of the Capitol, Coryo pulled over, reaching down to rummage in the glove compartment. “Do you trust me?” he said, and you hadn’t hesitated.

“You know I do.”

And this is how you ended up with a cashmere scarf wrapped around your eyes, preventing you from getting even a hint of where you’re going. The windows of the car are rolled up, so you don’t even have the opportunity to catch so much as a whiff that might help you guess — the salty tang of sea air, maybe? The deep scent of pine? All you can hear is the soft sound of the radio and the whir of tires on the road.

Then —

A definite crunching sound, as if you’re driving over gravel. You think you hear the crunching of twigs. Finally, the car comes to a stop, and you feel Coryo’s hand tugging at your blindfold. “Here we are!” he says, pulling the scarf away with a flourish.

You audibly gasp, both hands flying up to cover your mouth. It’s like you’ve driven into a Christmas card. The lawn in front of you is a smooth blanket of white, with Douglas firs dotted around, towering over everything except the pewter sky itself, their branches frosted with snow. Set like a jewel in a bed of ivory velvet is the most darling house you’ve ever scene, the facade dominated by a flagstone porch and a huge picture window.

In the middle of the window, glittering and sparkling with ornaments and lights, is a Christmas tree so tall that it can’t be framed by the panes of glass. You can just spot gifts piled around the base of the tree, and you wonder just when Coryo had them sent out here.

Before you can ask, Coryo clears his throat. “Well?” he says, and you realize, with a small start that is part-surprise, part-affection, that he’s nervous. “What do you think?”

You fling yourself into his lap, which is a rather impressive feat considering you’re still in the confines of the car. “Of course I do,” you say. “It’s really just the two of us? For five days?”

“Five days,” he confirms, beaming and kissing the top of your head. “Just the two of us, I promise.”

He helps you out of the car and insists on carrying in your luggage and his own. “I don’t want you to lift a finger during this holiday.”

When you let yourselves inside, you find yourself gasping all over again. The interior is even more beautiful than the outside. Oaken floors are softened by throw rugs so plush that your bare feet sink into them the moment you kick off your shoes. A large L-shaped couch is pointed toward a large brick fireplace, above which hangs a television so large and flat it acts as a mirror for the whole room when it’s off. Cushions are arranged in front of the hearth.

To your right, you spot a spacious kitchen through the open doorway, and you spot a gleaming coffee maker that looks like something out of a sci-fi novel, with all its bells and whistles. You catch Coryo’s eye and he grins. “I’ll take care of that, too,” he promises.

He grabs the fleece-lined flannel blanket that’s artfully folded over the back of the couch, draping it around your shoulders like it’s a queen’s ermine cape. You giggle as he uses the hem of the blanket to tug you closer, leaning down to place a kiss on your lips.

“Why don’t you run yourself a hot bath?” he says. “I’ll make us some dinner.”

You find your way to the bathroom, which has a huge tub sunk into the floor, with gold-plated taps and a phalanx of soaps carved to look like — you squint and lean closer — little birds. Turning the hot water tap, you shrug out of your clothes, humming softly to yourself. Oh, the weather outside is frightful…

Five whole days with your husband. Just the two of you! As you watch the tub fill up, you try to consider if that’s ever happened before. You’re fairly certain the answer is no. Even over previous holidays, you had stayed in the presidential mansion, and your days had been taken up with various parties and other engagements.

You sink into the bath, sighing softly in pleasure as the hot water rushes over your skin, soothing your muscles until they’re as pliant as silk.

Five whole days…

Your eyes drift shut, as you idly draw patterns on the surface of the water with your fingertips. A soft sigh of contentment warms your chest.

Five whole—

You sit up so abruptly that water sloshes over the sides of the tub. Five days. You’d checked your calendar over a week ago, trying to ascertain when your time of the month would come around again, and you’d realized it was late. You had tried not to get your hopes up, but now…

It’s been two weeks, if not longer.

Sinking back into the bath, you nibble on your lip. How can you be sure, when it’s just the two of you up here? You don’t want to say anything to Coryo unless you’re sure. You’ve been trying for a baby for a long time, and to be able to tell him you’re pregnant on Christmas would be so wonderful that it would border on magical.

After contemplating for a while, you rise from the bath and find a robe folded in a cabinet tucked into one corner of the bathroom. You’re fairly sure you have a good plan, but timing will play an important role. Taking a deep breath, you pad into the kitchen, where Coryo is still in front of the stove, stirring something in a skillet that smells divine.

“Do you think we could send out for supplies?” you say, slipping your arms around his waist as you stand behind him, hovering on your tiptoes to hook your chin over his shoulder. “I was in such a rush to pack this morning that I forgot to bring mouthwash.”

He chuckles, turning his head to kiss your temple. “I’m sure I did, too,” he admits. “I was too excited. And we can’t do without minty-fresh breath — I’m far too attached to the idea of kissing you as many times as I possibly can on this trip.”

“I’ll call,” you say. “Do you need anything else?”

You end up making a small list, including — crucially, of course — mini marshmallows for hot chocolate, and you place a call to your housekeeper. When you’re sure Coryo is down the hall, changing for dinner, you whisper an additional request.

As you eat — a delightful fettuccine dish, one of your favorites, paired with garlic bread and a salad — you keep your ears perked up for the sound of a car approaching. It’s very important that you get to the delivery first. Finally, as you’re bringing all the dishes into the kitchen, you hear the sound of a car door slamming. You nearly jump out of your skin, glad that Coryo is busy filling the sink with soapy water.

“You keep attending to those, I’ll get it,” you tell him, and you fight the urge to run as you hurry down the hall.

You stash a certain rectangular box in the pocket of your robe, before you carry everything else into the kitchen. “So,” you say, nudging the bag of mini marshmallows with your finger, “now that we have these…”

Coryo chuckles, wiping his hands on a dishtowel before he cradles your face in his palms. “I did stock the fridge with champagne, but this is more seasonally appropriate, isn’t it?”

You giggle and nod. “We can have champagne on Christmas Eve,” you suggest.

He kisses your forehead, stamping his smile against your skin. “That’s a wonderful idea,” he says. “You can make us some hot cocoa while I start a fire. How does that sound?”

You smile, wrapping your fingers around his wrist to keep his hands in place. “That sounds lovely.”

You heat up milk, humming softly to yourself again. It’s hard not to think about the box in the pocket of your robe, but it feels as though it weighs a thousand pounds. A part of you wants to stash it in the bathroom, just so you can put it away — literally and metaphorically — for a little while. You decide not to, though, as you stir in the cocoa powder. What if Coryo finds it?

After adding generous handfuls of mini marshmallows, you carry two mugs full of hot chocolate into the living room. Your husband has arranged some of the cushions into a little nest in front of the fire, which already roaring merrily.

“For you,” you say, holding out a mug.

Coryo smiles and takes it, setting it on the hearth, before taking yours and drawing you onto the nest of cushions by your hand in his. He pulls you into his lap, and you happily nestle against his chest. “Thank you,” you murmur, lifting your head to press a kiss to his jaw. “This is so lovely.”

With your ear against his chest, you can feel the rumble of his voice as he speaks, a contrast to the velvet wrapped around the words themselves. “I’m glad,” he says softly, brushing his lips against your hair. “We’re so busy every other day of the year, but at Christmas, I just wanted to be with you. I — what’s this?”

Your heart feels warm and full, and it takes you a moment to understand what he’s asking. You realize he can feel the box tucked into the pocket of your robe.

“Oh, I…I also asked for aspirin,” you say. “I didn’t find any in the medicine cabinet, and I wanted to make sure we had some in case either one of us comes down with a headache.”

“Hmm.”

You peek up at him, and you know instantly that he doesn’t believe you. Nibbling on your lip, you decide for an iota of the truth.

“It’s a surprise,” you say. “I don’t want to spoil anything.”

It’s close enough to what you’re really thinking that it comes across as genuine, and Coryo relaxes. He kisses your forehead. “Alright,” he says. “I won’t pry.”

You smile. “Thank you.”

Even though the cat might have a whisker out of the bag, you still force yourself to wait until later. After the hot chocolate has been finished — the mugs washed — teeth brushed and pajamas put on — you lay in bed next to your husband, listening for the moment his breathing evens out into sleep.

And then you wait a few moments more, less because you’re uncertain if he’s drifted off and more because you’re suddenly but absolutely terrified.

What if you’re wrong? What if you end up disappointed again?

Finally, you drag yourself out of bed, and you dig the little box out of the pocket of your robe. You let yourself into the bathroom and shut the door, opening the box and tilting it so that the plastic test falls into your palm.

You take the test and lay a piece of toilet paper on the counter, putting the test on top of it. You stand up and take care of business, washing your hands without looking at the little test sitting on the counter. Then you perch on the edge of the tub, waiting for the three minutes written in the directions.

When at last the time is up, you take a deep breath, steeling yourself before you get up and walk over to the bathroom counter. Please, please, pl—

You see a second line. It’s not faint, either, but as striking as an exclamation point.

Positive!

Pregnant!

You can’t help it — without considering how thin the walls might be, you burst into tears.

You’re sobbing, mostly from joy, but it’s tinged with other things, like ink swirling through water. Lingering disappointment and hurt that has never left you after being let down by your own body so many times before. Trepidation that something might go wrong. You’re crying so hard that you don’t hear the sounds of your husband stirring in the bedroom, of his rapid footsteps.

You only stop when the door is flung open.

“Darling?” Coryo looks confused, sleepy and concerned, all at once. Despite yourself, you hiccup out a small laugh, which only softens his expression a little. “What’s wrong?”

You really were hoping — a secondary concern, of course, considering you needed to confirm your condition first — to tell him in a more…well, cute way. Maybe you could even have scrounged up some wrapping paper from somewhere around the house and wrapped up the box for him.

“I’m sorry,” you say, sniffling and giggling at the same time, which really makes a rather ridiculous sound. “I just…I…”

You reach for the pregnancy test and hold it out to him, your hand trembling so badly that you almost drop it. Coryo stares for a moment before taking it. He swallows, looking between your face and the test, your face and the test, and then he meets your eyes.

“Are you sure?”

You sniffle again. “This is the only test I’ve taken, but it…it looks pretty definitive, don’t you think?”

Coryo’s eyes are almost as shiny and over-bright as yours, and his smile trembles at the corners. “I do,” he says.

He puts the test on the counter and pulls you into his arms, holding you tightly against his chest, cradling the back of your head as if he’s afraid you could break from rough handling.

“My love,” he whispers. “Oh, my love. My darling.”

You cling to him, barely suppressing the urge to start sobbing again. A weak little laugh bubbles out of your mouth as something occurs to you. “So much for that champagne on Christmas Eve, hmm?”

Coryo chuckles, the sound just a little waterlogged, but full of adoration nonetheless. “Next year,” he says. “We’ll have even more to raise a glass for then.”

Looking up at him, you smile. “Are we making this a tradition, then?”

He slips a hand between your bodies, resting his broad palm against your stomach. “Oh, yes,” he says. “Panem will just have to deal with the president disappearing for a week every year.”

You lean up to kiss him, and he wraps his arms around your waist, taking your weight as if he doesn’t even want you to put too much pressure on your toes.

“I think the three of us will love it here,” you say, and he smiles at you again.

“Three of us next year,” he murmurs. “And then four…and five…”

You laugh. “Let’s just get to three,” you tease.

Coryo smooths one hand up and down your back, his eyes still gleaming.

“You’re right. I think,” he says. “The three of us will love it here.”

#coryo x reader #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus snow fanfiction #coryo x you #tbosas #tom blyth #12 days of christmas #12doc day five #this is awful but i didn't want it to be any later lol

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shall-we-die · 2 months ago

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{HBD Dear Y/N!~}

A list of gifts they gonna give you 🎁

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☰[Main list]•⊰ X Bungo stray dogs

#Part 1 || #Part 2 || #Part 3📍 || #Part 4

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[Dazai]

A rope for a romantic double— A rare first edition book A unique piece of art Handmade gifts with sentimental value A weekend getaway to a fancy hotel (And suddenly Kunikida finds out his wallet is no where to be seen...)

[Atsushi]

A piece of jewelry (not that expensive, he's broke), such as a necklace, bracelet, or earrings. A soft and comfortable piece of clothing, like a sweater or scarf. A collection of their favorite books or movies. A cute plushie or stuffed animal.

[Chuuya]

Expensive clothes or jewelry Expensive wine The entire set of a manga or series that they're into A big bouquet of flowers/money along with a cute plushie A reservation at an expensive restaurant A getaway vacation Couple rings A custom-made necklace with their name on it A mixtape or a photo album of his favorite memories with them (Someone stop this man pls! I'm jealous...)

[Akutagawa]

(He surely asked Gin to help him.) Books...? Gadgets, maybe not... Something handmade (he probably knows how to do the simple stuff) *Gin slapping her face in the background He finally gave you a little bracelet with a lil shiny diamond on it.

[Tetchou]

Food... your favorites of course.

[Jouno]

Cute accessories like hairpins or hair ties. Luxurious clothing, like a dress or a nice outfit.

[Fyodor]

New instruments if his s\o is into any of them. If his s\o is into writing, he would buy tons of new notebooks and other writing stuff for them. Would buy a lot of high quality stationary for his s\o Would buy them a brand new expensive outfit, if his s\o is into clothes at all New books in case if they are a reader Would buy them a bunch of chocolates and whatever their favorite snacks are

[Nikolai]

Probably very fancy food stuff. He'd get them (stole some things) like high-quality silk and velvet clothes, like fancy dresses or suits, and he might even get them a really expensive piece of jewellery like a gold necklace. Nikolai would want only the best for his s/o.

[Sigma]

A piece of artwork or home decor like a painting or sculpture. A high-end coffee machine or espresso setup.

#𝙱𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜–[🎂]#𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜–[🍬]#𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚢 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎–[🍓]#bsd x reader #bsd hcs #bsd headcanons #bsd fluff #bungou stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs headcanons #osamu dazai x reader #chuuya nakahara x reader #atsushi nakajima x reader #ryunosuke akutagawa x reader #jouno saigiku x reader #tetchou suehiro x reader #fyodor dostoevsky x reader #nikolai gogol x reader #bsd sigma x reader

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bymywill · 6 months ago

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since murtagh is always trying to distract himself with writing poetry and thinking about magic, i really think he should take up knitting.

it starts with a replacement for the riding sweater that was ruined in bachel’s village, but it quickly turns out to be wayyyy too complicated for a first project, so one of thorn’s saddlebags is now stuffed full with a tangled nest of itchy yarn in a shape that could almost resemble a half-completed sweater. murtagh refuses to acknowledge it, think about it, or throw it out, because even if it’s shit, it was a lot of work. it remains there for years.

eragon gets socks for the winter holidays and is OVERJOYED. he wears them every day for a week until murtagh yells at him for being gross and not changing his clothes.

ismira gets baby socks! they are quick to make and katrina treasures them above everything in the world. she’s heartbroken when ismira eventually outgrows them.

roran gets heavy mittens for the cold carvahall winters, and he repairs them and repairs them until they’re almost unrecognisable, like a horrible theseus ship of yarn. (katrina gets matching mittens. it’s very cute).

nasuada is starting to wonder why she never gets any handmade gifts from murtagh and is secretly a bit peeved about it, but in reality it’s because murtagh views her as wayyyyy too beautiful and glamorous for his crude creations. after she finally mentions it, murtagh picks out a beautiful deep red silk/merino yarn and makes her a scarf. she wears it every winter and makes sure to create her winter outfits around it.

murtagh still doesn’t have a god damn riding sweater.

#yes i am an avid knitter and yes i am projecting #murtagh #the inheritance cycle #eragon

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live-laugh-legolas · 4 months ago

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Allô!

For your Fellowship requests thingy, may I, pretty please, ask you to consider, the Fellowship's favourite individual clothing items? Sort of like what colour it is, and like whether it's their favourite because it's dramatic af or 'cuz it's really comfy or very sentimental or something? I hope this makes sense! 🙃

Btw, your headcanons are the best things ever, I love when I find a new post of yours on my dash! Makes me smile every time! 😊💙

Thank you so much! You’re too sweet :)

Their favorite article of clothing

Aragorn:

-I mean my first thought was obviously Arwen’s necklace but that feels like a cheat answer

-He definitely isn’t someone to easily get attached to material objects

-Life as a ranger doesn’t really allow for that

-However I could see him maybe being a bit attached to an old cloak

-He has newer ones but he keeps returning to the “old reliable” that isn’t very reliable because it is only patches at this point

-Maybe it was a gift from his Mother

-It is a bit short on him as well (let’s not forget he is canonically 6’6”)

-So now it’s more of a “blankie” than something he actually wears

Legolas:

-He is very particular about his shoes

-They have to be light and so he can feel the ground through them

-More like socks with a thin sole and maybe some ankle support if he’s feeling fruity

-He won’t wear anything that is constricting

-In general he is picky about how his clothes feel

-Some materials just give him the ick

-Once as a kid his father made him wear a formal outfit that was too itchy and he straight up stripped in front of guests; and he doesn’t regret it, he would do it again

-He doesn’t care much how his clothes look though; he bases his choice on feel and mobility

-He’s so pretty he could literally wear garbage and still look stunning

-In general he prefers his clothes to be simple and practical

Gimli:

-Armor

-Specifically his shoulder pads

-You might think they have some sort of sentimental value to them

-But really he just likes how they look

-They broaden his already broad shoulders which makes him feel very attractive

-Probably has some jewelry that was gifted to him that he is very proud of

Boromir:

-He absolutely has a silk robe at home

-I imagine it being a pale blue

-I would say silk pjs but he gets too hot while sleeping to wear them

-So a robe is perfect

-Especially after a bath; silk robe and comfy slippers

-Has worn it out and given a few innocent bystanders a bit of an eyeful

-Faramir often has to tell him to get dressed; he’s creating a poor image for himself and he scared a maid

Frodo:

-This hobbit has like 3 outfits he wears

-Not that he doesn’t have other clothes

-He has a whole dresser full; but he just wears the same thing basically everyday

-And the variations he does are just in color; he bought the same thing in every color

-He doesn’t have to think about what he is going to wear; he already knows; he wore it yesterday, and the day before, and the day before that

-Has a handmade scarf from Bilbo trying to teach him to knit

-Does Bilbo knit? Not really, but he gets the gist of it

Sam:

-He has one really nice vest he got as a hand me down from his old gaffar

-And he only wears it for really special occasions

-Very careful with it; nothing will spill on it

-Takes it off immediately when he gets home so he is wearing it for as little time as possible so it doesn’t get worn out (and so he doesn’t feel like he needs to wash it)

-Washing it could ruin it and it wouldn’t smell right

-And that’s a risk he won’t take

Merry:

-I could totally see Merry being a hat guy

-Not like normal caps or anything

-But if anyone has seen Mr Magorium's Wonder Emporium there is a boy in the film who collects unique hats

-He doesn’t wear them all but he is very proud of his collection

-He has a themed hat for every occasion

-Very fond of his flowery sunhat; it’s practical and cute

Pippin:

-Ok, hear me out

-He is very serious about his underwear

-Definitely has a “lucky pair”

-Don’t knock it; everyone has a favorite pair

-He claims it “holds everything like a nice hug”

-Not shy about it either; will go into specifics about why a pair is super horrible

-“There is a seam that goes right on up there. And it’s awful! I can’t be going all day fishing around my-“ “alright we get it Pip”

Gandalf:

-I’m pretty sure this man has one set of clothes and they are very shabby

-Like I’m sorry but his robes definitely have a strong scent; not necessarily bad, but certainly earthy and like an attic

-How they have lasted so long no one knows; probably some magic or something

-He does have a pair of gloves Bilbo made as a gift that he treasures

-Are they lopsided? Yes

-Do they have some holes from missing a stitch? Also yes

-Does he care? Absolutely not

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I lost my favorite sweatshirt while on vacation recently and I definitely had a mental breakdown… I still grieve for it months later

#lotr #lord of the rings #lotr headcanons #lotr preferences #legolas #lotr fellowship #aragorn #frodo baggins #boromir #meriadoc brandybuck #peregrine took #merry and pippin #gandalf the grey #gandalf #gimli #samwise gamgee #the lord of the rings #the fellowship of the ring #bilbo baggins

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nyc-looks · 2 years ago

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Madeline, 31

“I’m wearing a Miaou corset under a vintage Betsey Johnson cardigan and a trench that I got secondhand. My boots are from Vagabond, and my necklace is Ninfa Handmade. I bought my butterfly scarf at a small silk store in Rome that I desperately wish I remembered the name of—I never leave home without it. I’m most inspired by good costume design. There are certain fashion films I’ll be referencing forever: Parker Posey in Party Girl, the cardigans in Jawbreaker, the shoes in Romy and Michelle. Oh and I love anything costume drama… corsets, petticoats, bloomers, that kind of thing.”

Mar 16, 2023 ∙ Tribeca

#nyc looks #street style #street fashion #vintage #style #clothes #outfit #betsey johnson #vintage betsey johnson #vagabond boots #silk scarf

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bebemoon · 1 year ago

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look for the name: LINDSAY

@somberlily

antique cotton and silk corset cover, c. late 19th cent.

jean paul gaultier paris wide-leg light denim trousers

ofrenda "lola" embroidered silk hair scarf in ivory

nina ricci "l'air du temps" eau de toilette {vintage}

karen kell handmade tooled leather butterfly detailing clog wedges

#lindsay #name #somberlily #request #outfit #hope you like !!#the medical condition i have is equating this name with fleetwood mac and stevie nicks #retro #70s #vintage #antique #jean paul gaultier #ofrenda #nina ricci #perfume #karen kell #footwear #denim #queue

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urbanmedley3 · 1 year ago

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unbizzarre · 1 year ago

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Byerly Vorrutyer Character Designs

BYERLY VORRUTYER of Lois McMaster Bujold’s Vorkosigan Saga

Tried to go for a rapidly-aging prettyboy with the gothic heavy lidded eyes (idk how to describe the eyes I’m talking about) and a face that reads as male while having something slightly feminine about it. A face that smiles often but is composed, cool. Slightly wavy black hair that is either shortish, chin length, or slightly shorter than shoulder length (I haven’t decided yet 😅)

Designing faces is not my strong suit so I am working backwards from a few references I like. Will probably simplify artstyle, slightly lengthen hair and mix with a dash of Professor Venom from OK KO (for that little bit of haggard twink energy) to creat the final design.

References:

Wardrobe:

Materials: silk, velvet, ruffles lace, detailed embroidery, military piping, sheer cloth, fur — echoes of beautiful luxurious handmade traditional artisan clothing- but all a little to gaudy and cheaply produced - the barrayaran aristocrat version of fast fashion. Androgynous and galactic styles occasionally thrown in to add to mystique

-SHIRTS: silk shirts // shirts with poofy or frilly sleeves // patterned shirts // sheer shirts // velvet shirts // shirts that are tucked in the pants but so unbuttoned the entire chest exposed

- SUITS: velvet suits that absolutely reek of cologne // sleezy yet sharp barreyaran style black suits you might smoke a cigar or play pool in // pastel suit for daytime garden parties

WARDROBE ACCENTS

- bigass fur coat - maybe even almost a midieval king robe

- several offensively knock off fast fashionmilitary style jackets

- luxuriously patterned bathrobe

- see through shawl / wrap / night robe thing

- some gaudy galactic style outfits

- a few sexy or frilly dresses to piss off the family

- a few a casual / slightly more subdued blend of komarran, barrayaran and practical galactic clothing he only really wears at home (stuff he wears when he’s not preforming for an audience). maybe some sentimental pieces. What’s hidden beneath the camouflage.

- some bling: rings and earrings. A few broaches and cuff links probably not that many necklaces

EDIT: here are some reference collages I put together! Note that these references aren’t the exact items that he would have in his closet but rather there are aspects to each piece that I would want to incorporate into his design. Maybe it’s the cut of a sleeve, the silhouette of a coat, the way a robe drapes, the embroidery pattern on some fabric, or the general partied-too-hard vibes of a particular photo of a model.

Bastardized military jackets:

Neglige options / heavier nightfrobe options:

Bigass fur coat:

Shirts (please ignore the long blue scarf in the central image like wtf is that- the rest of the suit is nice tho):

Party vibes:

A lot of these aspects would then be mixed with my own head cannon for the rules/cuts of barreyaran mens clothing (I went to a library and spent a stupid insane amount of time looking through books with midieval, 1800s and 1900s men’s fashions and France, Russia, and Greece- + additional books of traditional folk clothings and textile patterns + several other books of historic military uniforms…. The process and choices were so long that I had to give up and just stop thinking about any sort of vorkosigan related character design for a couple months cuz my head hurt. - I will probably make another post at some point with more annotated collages and possibly some of my own drawings synthesizing the concepts, but uh not right now because I need a nap just thinking about trying to organize it all.)

If you’d like to see a little more of vorkosigan universe costume imaginings here’s my Pinterest board on it (kinda) https://pin.it/2rOoHsq it’s a extremely disorganized and from early hyperfixation days so none of my fashion history research stuff is there (cuz that was all physical book stuff) but uh, you can look at it if you want.

P.S.

If you have any feedback or critiques on the design so far, or ideas for how you think By should look, let me know! I love hearing other people’s interpretations 😊.

Photos of faces you think look like By, pictures of outfits that feel Byerly-ish, or direct quotes from the books about his demeanor or appearance are also welcome!

@starfishlikestoread it’s been approximately a thousand years but I’m finally getting around to that Byerly fanart! Hope you enjoy 😅

#vorkosigan saga #lois mcmaster bujold #scifiart #fanart #character design #wardrobe #costume design #Byerly Vorrutyer #art #long #long post

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louisa-gc · 1 month ago

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holiday gift guide

BOOKS

a book you love from your collection with a few thoughtful annotations

either a favourite classic or an interesting new release

a first edition or an antique book

the promise of a library, bookshop or antiquarian date

COSMETICS

a beautiful gift set from a brand they adore

an everyday product they love but find too pricy to repurchase, such as a nice shampoo or lipstick

a monogrammed makeup bag in a style that fits theirs

a small bottle of perfume that reminds you of them

CLOTHING

soft slippers or a silky robe for cold mornings

a quality replacement for something they love that broke or no longer fits

handmade woollen mittens or a warm scarf

an elegant silk foulard or an engraved piece of gold jewellery

HOBBIES

supplies they regularly need, such as yarn or quality colour pencils

a piece of equipment that they've been needing, such as a new shoulder rest or gardening gloves

a gift card to a new class they've been wanting to try, whether it's ceramics or spinning

a puzzle with a beautiful picture

HOME

a nice mug or two cocktail glasses that fit their decor

a clear vase to fill with flowers or eucalyptus branches, or perhaps a plant in a cute pot

a soy wax candle, scented if they like, perhaps with a wooden wick for that lovely crackling sound

a soft woollen throw

WELLBEING

a beautiful notebook for journaling

a gift card for a massage or a spa treatment

the promise to accompany them to that scary doctor's appointment and to offer coffee afterwards

a sunlight alarm clock, lavender pillow spray, an ergonomic pillow or a small diffuser for better sleep

FOOD

the promise of a dinner together at a lovely local restaurant

a bag of specialty coffee, perhaps with a coffee scale and milk frother

a nice version of their favourite treat, be it quality chocolates, turkish delights or flavoured dates

a beautiful bottle of a christmas drink, a good wine or an alcohol-free spirit

#louisa-gc #christmas #holiday #xmas #gift ideas #gift guide #christmas gifts #holiday gifts #holiday gift guide #books #winter #holidays #festive

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mysticstarlightduck · 8 months ago

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OC Bag Game!

Thanks for the tag, @kaylinalexanderbooks (here)!

Rules: Name five things your OC would have in a backpack or any bag at school.

I'll go with some of the cast from Supernova Initiative and Enchanted Illusions.

(Since my characters live in a either fantasy or sci-fi world and are not school-aged, Imma just go with the contents of their regular bags to make this easier)

(Supernova Initiative)

Jack Tithus

Mint bubblegum

Ammo and chargers for his guns

A miniature first aid pack/painkillers

A holo-picture of him and Cassie

Sweet and crunchy energy bars

A to-go bottle of chocolate milk

Cassie Tithus

Extra parts for her projects and robots

Scrunchies for her hair + hair dye packets

A pocket knife/box cutter

An old, skrunkly plushie

An extra tablet

Inflatable neck pillow

Aleks Keldora

The "face-changer" (his high tech mask that can turn him into anyone's lookalike)

Dozens of stolen IDs, documents and government papers

A handmade drawing of his mothers

Tiny explosives and big explosives

A bottle of nail polish

Vesper Foxx

Self-repair kit for her cyborg implants

A bunch of extra parts in case she needs to replace something

The bracelet her little sister gave her for her birthday

Knives. So many knives. And guns. Don't forget the guns, and poison gas grenades.

A list of the names of each member of the mercenary crew she is hunting down

Artemis Zreeth

Leather gloves and old goggles

Cheesy snacks

His father's old scarf

Star-dust cigarettes

Eyeliner

A foldable speeder bike that becomes a tiny disk when deactivated

Pax Stellaryn

Void Program study material

Crumpled notes, messy journals and glitter pens

His diary

A picture of his cat riding a floating skateboard (don't ask lol)

Sour candy, and lollipops

Ethean Mirannir

Extra uniform

Pilot gear and an emergency kit for his spaceship

A holo-picture of his whole family and him during his graduation day seven year ago

Neon markers and a drawing sketchbook

Fidget toy for anxiety relief

(Enchanted Illusions)

Augustus Grimmure

Bloodstained handkerchief

A small dagger

Necromancy tome of spells and his journal

Recipe for instant magical coffee

An engagement ring he has yet to give Harriet

A bag of cookies from his grandma

Harriet Sharppe

Dainty silk gloves

Extra painkillers in case her cousin forgets

Pocket knife

The latest book she is reading

Lip balm

Chocolate bar

Agatha Greenwoods

Her overflowing journal, containing clues of the case she's trying to solve

A crumpled but well loved picture of her father

Sleep medicine

Switchblade

An extra change of clothes

Cailean Telkerly

His late brother's broken pocketwatch

Worn out brass knuckles and a pocket pistol

Multiple kinds of currency, all stolen

A bottle of cologne

Crumpled candy papers

Falsified documents for any given occasion

Sam Delaways

Snacks and extra food

A dusty old jacket

Very little spare change/copper coins, on good days

A bunch of useless knickknacks he proudly collects

His brothers' plushies when they don't want to carry them

Evangeline Daemitya

Her drawing sketchbook and a travel case for her pens and pencils

A locket with a picture of her and her father

Her intricate coinpurse

An enchanted rapier that becomes a tiny ring when not being used

Poison bottles and a botany guide

Tagging: @kaylinalexanderbooks, @smol-feralgremlin, @oh-no-another-idea, @littleladymab, @little-peril-stories

@the-ellia-west, @winterandwords, @cowboybrunch, @eccaiia, @sarahlizziewrites

@leave-her-a-tome, @writernopal, @anyablackwood, @unstablewifiaccess, @forthesanityofstorytellers

@lassiesandiego, @thepeculiarbird, @clairelsonao3, @memento-morri-writes, @starlit-hopes-and-dreams and OPEN TAG

#wip supernova initiative #wip enchanted illusions #writers on tumblr #writerblr #my wips #character writing #writers #writing #writeblr #my characters #my writing

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