#indian winter dresses

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[shreeisspecial]

As the new season approaches, the fashion world gears up to embrace new trends that blend the warmth of tradition with modern aesthetics. The AW24 womenswear collections promise an array of styles that cater to both classic and contemporary tastes. This season, ethnic wear takes center stage, highlighting cultural influences while incorporating innovative designs that make each piece stand out. From the rich hues of festive attire to the subtle sophistication of everyday wear, here's your ultimate guide to the top AW24 trends in womenswear.

[its-poojagupta-shree]

When it comes to ethnic fashion, much emphasis is often placed on the beauty of the top or the kurti. But a well-rounded ethnic ensemble isn't complete without the right bottom wear. The right choice of bottoms can enhance the overall look, add flair, and ensure comfort. In this guide, we explore the diverse world of bottom wear in ethnic attires, from traditional classics to contemporary trends.

[parth0238u]

These gorgeous party wear gowns can make your winter gatherings more memorable. Wear stylish yet comfortable outfits that combine warmth and glitz to perfectly capture the spirit of the season. You'll be the life of the party with our carefully chosen assortment, which features chic styles and opulent materials. With our stylish dresses that radiate sophistication and keep you warm throughout the celebrations, you can make a statement this winter.

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[shaadiwish]

Move over lehengas because these velvet outfits for brides will take over winter weddings 2023. For more such bridal trends, visit ShaadiWish.com.

[blackmoonlightexpress]

TTEOTM Easter Eggs Part 3 - Costume and Makeup Details

I love beautiful costumes, but even more when they tell a story! Here are a few of my observations. Did you spot anything else? (Spoilers!)

(1) The two outfits Ye Xiwu gifted Tantai Jin are both quilted. The purple costume is particularly unusual in that it's constructed like a blanket. In contrast, all his clothing in the hostage prince arc are not quite thick enough for Sheng kingdom's harsh winters. Ye Xiwu is literally bringing warmth to his life.

(2) TTJ and YXW wear similar costumes in their two love scenes - (1) Ep 2 - YXW's imagination of the drugged affair which led to their marriage and (2) Ep 39, where they finally consummated their marriage on screen. YXW wears the same pink costume. TTJ in different but identical-looking mustard yellow costumes.

(3) Some viewers have criticized Ye Xiwu for not taking off hair accessories before going to bed, chalking it up to lazy filmmaking. This is not necessarily the case. In ancient China, upper class women did sleep with their hair-do and manage to keep elaborate designs in tack. How? By resting her neck, not her head, on the pillow.

Ye Xiwu / Li Susu does go without hair accessories in a few occasions: when she is traveling, ill, depressed, and in mourning. It is most likely a creative choice to create a contrast between moments where her character is in control and powerful vs. vulnerable.

(4) All of Tantai Jin's female lieutenants wear red, from Pianran (after she starts working for him) to Siying and Monu. In fact, so does Tantai Minglang's lieutenant Fuyu. Red appears to be the career woman's color in this world!

(5) After Mingye falls in love with Sangjiu, he adds the red waist scarf belt that's part of his wedding dress on top of his normally blue outfit.

(6) The costume that Cang Jiumin (left) wears when refining the Dragonheart Shield echoes Mingye's costume (right) through the red/blue colors and collar design, reinforcing the connection between the two characters.

(7) The costumes in Bo're dream hint at the characters' true forms:

Mingye (dragon): dragonscale armour & patterned clothing

Sangjiu & Sangyou (clams): pearls & shell motifs

Tianhuan (snake): gold serpent hair crown & bracelets

(8) Throughout the drama, only characters in the Upper Immortal Realm go full Dunhuang Feitian style, characterized by bandeaus, scarves, layers of drapery, sleeveless (similar to Indian clothing).

The style is used in formal occasions or to confer power or godliness. For example, Sangjiu goes Dunhuang with sleeveless draping outfits at her wedding and after she goes dark.

Similarly, when Susu and Tantai Jin become gods at the finale, they also take on a new Dunhuang-style outfit. In fact, the multi-color drapery of Tantai Jin's outfit seem to be an amalgamation of the fabric used in the twelve gods' outfits.

(9) Members of the Moon Tribe all wear long wavy hair, chunky metal and coin ornaments, and hair braiding.

Tantai Jin follows the dress code when he stays with the Moon Tribe before entering the spiritual dimension.

Guess who also loves his wavy hair, metallic accessories, and leather? Of course it's the Ancient Devil God, again reminding viewers of his connection to the tribe.

Bonus: Luo Yunxi mentioned in an interview that his characters (hostage prince, emperor, Mingye, Devil Gods) all have different hairpieces/wigs. He had to take off and reglue his hair between scenes.

[oxpogues4lifexo]

You could’ve had any life.

Childhood best friends, met best friend in your 20’s, friends to lovers, enemies to friends, love at first sight, never dated anyone, dated everyone wherever whenever, an astronaut, a doctor, a millionaire, in poverty, 100 years in the past, 100 years in the future, different parents, different siblings, different gender, different ethnicity, different universe, different lifetime, a teacher, a blogger, an actor, a musician, a singer, a factory worker, Japanese, American, English, Australian, Russian, Indian, brown hair, blonde hair, ginger hair, green eyes, blue eyes, brown eyes, freckles, dimples, skinny, curvy, dresses, tracksuits, heels, sneakers, nail biter, jewellery fidgeter, foot tapper, skin picker, anxiety, healthy, vegetarian, lactose intolerant, introverted, extroverted, short, tall, big feet, small feet, piercings, no piercings, loads of friends, one friend, secure family, don’t talk to your family, big dreams, no dreams, nightmares, trouble sleeping, disabilities, tattoos, never touched your skin, money saver, money spender, big house, little house, kids, no kids, cat person, dog person, loves insects, can’t look at one, draws, paints, plays an instrument, writes a book, has imaginary friends, can’t even create one, talks to themselves, finds it cringe, scrolls on TikTok, enjoys nature, loves sunsets, loves sunrises, loves the beach, loves the indoors, loves the ocean, loves the forest, prefers the cold, prefers the hot, watches movies, reads books, stays up late, gets up early, loves school, loves work, loves home, goes on runs, works out, eats lots, eats little, wears makeup, never touched it, 20 step skincare routine, just uses water, loves pink, loves blue, loves black, loves white, crooked nose, pointy nose, straight nose, curvy nose, wide smile, sideways smile, teeth smile, lip smile, cracked teeth, yellow teeth, white teeth, braces, uneven brows, perfect brows, moles, spots, bumps, scratches, bruises, birthmarks, thin hair, thick hair, people pleaser, girls girl, boys boy, mean girl, sweet girl, mean boy, sweet boy, shy girl, shy boy, outgoing girl, outgoing boy, gay, straight, lesbian, transgender, bisexual, history, geography, college, university, graduate, gap year, posts daily, 0 posts, 20 hour screen time, 1 hour screen time, horror, romance, fanfics, thrillers, pop, rap, YouTube, Netflix, tumblr, wattpad, vacations, Disney kid, marvel kid, dinosaurs, spaceships, cars, dolls, ken, Barbie, Toy Story, scooby doo, lord of the rings, Harry Potter, titanic, scream, Batman, Robin, vampires, witches, winter, summer, Halloween, Christmas, birthdays, valentines, taken, single, good, bad, happy, sad.

Except you were chosen to live this one. Only you. Why would you live your life being jealous of what you don’t have when there’s someone out there wishing for what you did.

Enjoy living, enjoy yourself, look at the beauty in life. Don’t let others define you, and be yourself. Everyone’s different and that’s how life is meant to be.

Let it.

[shadowqueenjude]

about the dawn court people being east Asia inspired - feyre says something when she sees Nuan at the high lord meeting about how Amren must have chosen a fae form similar to Nuan's bloodline. If Amren is east-asian coded, so is Nuan and thesan too, having at least one parent hailing from xian (am i reading too far into xian sounding so stereotypical, maybe, do i care rn, no). they also say that a majority of the dawn court hails from xian. thesan is supposed to have brown skin (again, please give a better descriptor) so he's mixed.

no one's clothes or architecture reflects anything concrete regarding their inspiration and its such a hodge podge it's so painful to try to discern where the differentiation between courts are. Spring court - because of the name tamlin correlates to a myth about a guy named tam lin who is kind of being held captive by the queen of faeries who needs to be rescued by his mortal lover that he met like suuuper recently, I'm placing the spring court in a place that reflects a medieval scotland. clothes are fairly accurate not in detail but in the sense of material and idk just general existence (women wear dress, man wear breeches, idk) I love that! so simple! Everything makes sense! So then why in dawn are we having technological advances in a steampunk sort of way and similar "old fashioned" clothes to spring, but then in the night court (velaris, the other's i think are fairly period accurate), there are all these advancements in fashion like leggings and pullover sweaters and whatever else she's wearing in the last two books, yet they have the same tech as everyone else barring dawn. (Doing a small pass on the bodysuit armor things because I'm just assuming that's people's artistic interpretations of her visions)

ALSO, how are they self sufficient if they're a closed off city? They aren't harboring secret technology that helps their city run, they are one city and also A CITY so like, no resources, no agriculture. who tf are they getting their things from if they are an invisible city that no one knows about? same thing with how they're getting trades that they wouldn't have been able to make themselves. Also, at this point I would like to propose the idea of wing armor. you have siphons which can idk make shields. HAVE YOU TRIED SHIELDING YOU'RE VERY SENSITIVE AND MASSIVELY TARGETED WINGS FROM DANGER?? in conclusion I'm tired and also a fashion/history nerd, okay bye

Ahhhh yes I see what you mean about Dawn now! Yeah, I always imagine Spring to be like medieval Scotland, and I'm guessing Autumn is medieval England? Rhysand is a Welsh name I believe, so Night is supposed to be Wales??? But the Illyrians are also supposedly POC and there's some evidence of Indian influence there too (barf, night is NOT indian at all), so I'm stuck on that one. Dawn is East Asian while Day is...Middle Eastern? Winter maybe Norway or some Scandinavian country? And Summer I'm assuming is supposed to be from some place in Africa, but it's all very vague. Also more points about Velaris: how is their fashion sense so...modern? Since everything is so closed off...shouldn't their fashion be stuck in the 1600s or whenever they closed their borders? Why don't they open their borders to Dawn since they're sooooo close to the Solar courts supposedly??? Has it not occurred to them that Nuan, who made Lucien's metal eye, could also construct new wings for the Illyrian ladies who got theirs cut off? Or do they just not care? They don't but SJM is trying to convince us they do.

Yeah how in the flying fuck is Night surviving on no industry whatsoever? No trade? No agriculture, nada? Because we have no evidence of the Illyrians producing anything either, besides "warriors." My explanation for this is kind of inspired by @kateprincessofbluewhales 's headcanon, but what if the Illyrians are like mercenaries? They're hired to fight for other courts and in exchange they receive all of their necessities and more which the Illyrians then send back home to their wives and children. This still doesn't explain how Velaris operates, but I'm sure Rhysand crutches on the Illyrians' profits to keep shit going and that's part of why they resent him. I'VE BEEN SAYING IT FOR AGES. WINGS ARE SUCH A VULNERABILITY. THEY MAKE YOU SUCH AN EASY TARGET. WHY IS THERE NO WING ARMOR??? THAT WOULD BE SO COOL TOO. BUT NO, WE'RE SUPPOSED TO JUST ACCEPT THERE'S NOTHING COOL ABOUT THE WINGS AT ALL AND MOVE ON.

[boyfhee]

10 QUESTIONS FOR U - valentines edition

favorite color of roses?

favorite flowers?

you can send a love letter to anyone. fictional/idols/celebs. who?

which idols have the best rizz?

most rizzful mutual?

favorite petnames/nicknames? giving or recieving?

fictional characters you're in love with?

have you ever had an online crush?

songs that you want to play at your wedding?

fav breakup songs?

fav love-themed kpop song?

mutual with beautiful themes?

pink vs red ? coquette vs old money / preppy?

favorite sweets?

DRINK WATER + YOU ARE LOVED <3

hi anon, tysm for sending this ^_^ make sure you stay hydrated as well, love u ◠◡◠

orange / pinkish orange ( i have it at home :D )

lily of the valley and dahlias

JAY jay park jongseong loml

heeseung ( i need him to go on hiatus atp ) jake, yunjin

i come first and then it's @isoobie / @atrirose / @hoonvrs / @wonryllis

i actually have a habit of addressing people as 'sweetheart' so that goes first. 'baby' is a classic and it's cute. also, i sometimes use 'jaan' or 'meri jaan' so it's one of my fav as well ( trans. my life )

JO CHEONG IM TELLING U I HAVE A TYPE LOOK AT HIM

jo cheong...jongseong...it's coming full circle

omfg yes One time. it was a moment of weakness

idk bro i want chaconne. but in all seriousness, angel baby by troye sivan, for lovers who hesitate by janabi, sherlock by oceanfromtheblue, all bollywood wedding music like it slaps

not exactly break up but the wisp sings by winter aid makes me cry every single time

way back home by shaun, love scenario by ikon

everyone has super pretty blogs but @wonryllis / @atrirose / @isoobie / @yenqa / @tyunni ( may i need a tutorial. )

pink but only the tints. i've recently been into coquette but old money is literally how i usually dress so i can't really pick

anything chocolate, macaroons, cham cham bro it's the craziest indian sweet, rasmalai ( now i want some )

[theatredollies]

DIY KAYA STUFF

*Note since Kaya is part of the Nimiipuu tribe (Nez Perce) her collection (especially her clothes) have very specific things that would belong to her tribe/culture. I have tried my best to find things that would fit her collection, not just generic Native American things, that look like they were from party city so she might have less stuff (like clothes and stuff). I have tried my best to find DIYS and patterns with tips on making them more accurate (some of them would have absolutely no connection to Kaya if originally done their way. I am not part of the Nimiipuu tribe, and I mean absolutely no disrespect towards them, if anything I’ve included is not accurate or if anyone has any critiques, please tell me so I can fix it ASAP. Also, the Indian Arts and Crafts Act of 1990 makes it illegal for someone to sell something, suggesting it was made by Native Americans or specific tribes if they are not part of that culture

Kaya's story Collection

Short Stories

The Silent Stranger (a Kaya Mystery)

Meet outfit

Dress, Hair bands and moccasins 

Moccasins Dimensions

Accessories

Meet accessories

Necklace

Bag use woven fabric and draw on the design, on woven fabric and don’t add the fringe or zipper, 

Winter accessories

Cape Don’t add the ruffles and make it out of white fur-type

Parfleche and hat

Parfleche this is human-sized, scale it down to ⅓ of its size

Food set

Tule mat (make it be 5.25”x8.25” or 13.5*21 cm)

Furniture

Bedroll and shield

Bedding

Bedroll make it be 13”x18”

Sheild

Tipi

Tipi

Fire 

Trading accsories

Twig horses

[solipseismic]

2023 poetry rec list

technically a day late but who cares! i don't. it's gonna be a long one this year too despite not having read or written as much poetry as of late; i'm putting my overall fifteen favorite + poetry book recs up here and the rest below a cut to spare your dashboards :)

2022

2021

books:

calling a wolf a wolf (kaveh akbar)

cinema of the present (lisa robertson)

dictee (theresa hak kyung cha)

pilgrim bell (kaveh akbar)

prelude to bruise (saeed jones)

the crown ain't worth much (hanif abdurraqib)

top 15:

abecedarian requiring further examination of anglikan seraphym subjugation of a wild indian reservation (natalie diaz)

about eight minutes of light (robert king)

at luca signorelli's resurrection of the body (jorie graham)

ginen the micronesian kingfisher [i sihek] (craig santos perez)

gods, gods, powers, lord, universe-- (chen chen)

kupu rere kē (alice te punga somerville)

look (solmaz sharif)

ode to the 9,000 year old woman (@/goodbyevitamin)

one art (elizabeth bishop)

petitioning the patron saint of childbirth (danielle boodoo-fortuné)

so mexicans are taking jobs from americans (jimmy santiago baca)

the death loop (jon lovett)

the difficult miracle of black poetry in america: something like a sonnet for phillis wheatley (june jordan)

the madwoman as rasta medusa (shara mccallum)

vocabulary (safia elhillo)

& the gun echoed for centuries; interlude with drug of course; & the light devours us all (yasmin belkhyr)

a brother named gethsemane (natalie diaz)

a map to the next world (joy harjo)

between autumn equinox and winter solstice, today (emily jungmin yoon)

cherish this ecstasy (david james duncan)

coffins (derick thomson)

conflict resolution for holy beings (joy harjo)

failing and flying (jack gilbert)

ginen tidelands [latte stone park] [hagåtña, guåhan] (craig santos perez)

how to be a dog (andrew kane)

i love you to the moon & (chen chen)

i'm sorry birds (@/quezify)

insomnia and the seven steps to grace (joy harjo)

i was sleeping where the black oaks move (louise erdrich)

i watch her eat the apple (natalie diaz)

moth wings and other things (@/grendel-menz)

my father (ollie schminkey)

my soldier, my stranger (scherezade siobhan)

new year's day (joan tierney)

october (louise glück)

praise song for oceania (craig santos perez)

praise the rain (joy harjo)

real estate (richard siken)

sharing a cigarette with joan of arc (dante emile)

song of the anti-sisyphus (chen chen)

table (edip cansever, transl. richard tillinghast)

tear it down (jack gilbert)

temporary job (minnie bruce pratt)

the blue dress (saeed jones)

the lesson of the moth (don marquis)

the universe, as in one last song for the lonely hearts (michelle hulan)

throwing children (ross gay)

untitled (joan tierney)

voices (naomi shihab nye)

when i die i want your hands on my eyes (pablo neruda)

why i am not coming in to work today (jess zimmerman)

wolf moon (nina maclaughlin)

yes, it was the mountain echo (william wordsworth)

[feverinfeveroutfic]

Paradise | kinktober 2024 | “blood garnets”

prompt: formal wear

pairing: alex/one of my many girls

word count: 3215

song: “strutter” by kiss

contains: mentions of injury and pain, undressing and changing clothes, confessions (written as best as i can), fingering

Snow finely dusted Alex’s shaggy hair as he walked Sam up to the back door of the auditorium; she kept her jacket closed against the frigid New York winds, and she struggled to hold onto his arm, especially when he opened the door and held it for her. She gave her hair a quick shake to rid of the extraneous snow before she leaned up against the wall next to the door. Her knees and ankles throbbed with the scar tissue of past injuries, given she was now a walking weather station whenever things turned cold, and this particular winter proved to be rather cold over the heart of the Northeast.

She stooped down to massage her legs, and Alex stood back with his hands on his coat lapels in repose; Sam lifted her head for a better look at him, and he showed her a little smile. It wasn’t that long ago when she could walk about with utmost ease and power: now she had to amble about with a cane on her worse days.

Add to this, her memory had been slowly fading out since she was hit by a car, but she had enough clarity this time, however. Enough to remember him and the evening that awaited her.

“Do you need any help?” he asked her, and he ambled closer to her. Sam lifted herself into an upright position, which in turn sent a rush of blood to her head. She stood up and looked on at him and the fine layer of powdery white snow rested upon the crown of his head; the fine ringlets there at the top seemed to tighten up more with the cold and the moisture. Alex lingered closer to her, to which he peeled off his coat, and he showed her his chest.

Sam leaned in closer to him, and she kept one hand rested upon him to feel his heartbeat. She gazed up into his slightly rounded handsome face and the thick stray lock of hair dangling down over his brow: the end grazed against the full tip of his nose as if he had been caught up in a stout gust of wind. Her hand slid down his chest onto his stomach, as soft as a pillow despite his slenderness. She lifted her head to see his face again, those deep, penetrating eyes in particular.

“I’m so glad you’re growing your hair out again,” she remarked to him, and he raked his fingers through the side of his bangs with the plume of gray. “Your face is perfect for long hair.”

“That’s what I was thinking, too,” he confessed to her in a low voice. “May the long hair make a triumphant comeback all for you, my sweet friend.”

“I like how it’s getting kind of curly, too,” she noted with a slight chuckle. “It’s like you’re about to grow an Afro of sorts.”

“Can you imagine me with an Afro, seriously,” he said, and he let out a hearty little laugh at that.

“I actually can, to be honest,” she confessed. “And you would look really, really cute with it, too.”

Her hand twitched a bit as she nudged the hair out of his face, and then she brought her hand back down to his chest and his stomach. She lightly pressed against him.

“You are so soft, I swear,” she told him. “You’re as flat as a board but you’re soft like a teddy bear.”

He lightly stroked the crest of her back, and he brought his hand down towards the base of her spine as if he was about to touch her ass. But he instead gently swayed her back and forth, and she lay her head against his chest. Sam didn’t want to let him go but she knew that she would have to do just that so he could change his clothes and prepare for the show that night.

She held back and watched him walk on over to the one door on the right side of the backstage area; Sam then followed suit right behind him. Gingerly, she shut the door of the small but cozy and lush dressing room behind her; a big lavish show for Trans-Siberian Orchestra required an opulent little dressing room, from the dark red wine-colored Indian rug to the suede that decorated the sliding closet doors.

Sam shook her hand about as if her fingers had fallen asleep. She watched Alex walk on over to the closet on the other side of the room, and he peeled off his coat and hung it up on the hanger nearest to him. He peeled off his shirt, albeit with a bit of struggle given he wore two pendants about his neck.

Sam lingered back, close to the plush corduroy couch against the wall, and she thought back to the day they first met.

It was one of those moments that resembled a dream in hindsight, especially since it was over twenty years ago at that point. Twenty years. Twenty years she had known Alex and it felt as though they had been best friends for far less than that time. Twenty years, and yet there was still something that missed her whenever she thought about it. There was something about that first day at L’Amour that stuck out to her after all this time.

Alex took off his shirt all the way, and he shook his hair about; he then raked his fingers through those curls and dusted off the crest of his shoulder. She lowered her gaze from his shoulder blades down to the curvature of his bare back and his belt. The way that his smooth light skin seemed to shimmer under the golden lights of the ceiling; she paid close attention to the olive tone of his light skin, and she kept on thinking about that evening.

He had lingered back behind Cliff and the guys with his head bowed so a few stray tendrils of black hair covered one side of his face like a curtain. Those eyes watched her from afar: he was like a little creature watching her from the bushes, especially with the way that his bangs kissed his brow and made those eyes stand out even more. In hindsight, she could feel it with him, even if she paid more attention to Cliff. Even if the rich blue denim of his jacket swallowed her whole and even if he treated her to those fresh yellow tulips, she still caught that fleeting memory.

It was one of those things that lingered back in her blind spot, and she only caught a quick glimpse when she truly thought back to it. A quick glimpse was more than enough with her, even as her memory began to fade with the passing of time.

She should have known. She should have known that he was going to be her best friend at some point in the future, and that they would have a wedding at one point. A wedding together, and yet they never made it work, and yet they still stayed friends regardless of it all.

But there was still something about him that left her dry. Something he still wouldn’t seem to tell her. Sam knew in her heart of hearts that, should her injuries manifest and bury her alive, she had go onto her grave with his secrets near her. She swallowed and shifted her weight, especially when Alex disappeared into the closet for a fresh ensemble of clothes. Her knees ached and her ankles throbbed, and she knew that it was going to be a long, hard winter. As long as Trans-Siberian Orchestra was around, she could tolerate the pain a bit more.

She shifted her weight again, and that time, she leaned up against the side of the couch itself. It did nothing to alleviate the pain. Sam then let out a low whistle and took her seat on the couch. The small of her back pulsated with pain. The feeling of pain spiked by the points of pleasure, the pleasure of being there with him in his dressing room.

She could hear the fabric rustling on the other side of the closet door, and it was right then she knew she had to speak now. She had to break that ice.

“Alex, there’s something I need to tell you,” she began. Sam lifted her gaze from the floor to the closet door, right as he stepped out from behind the panels.

“Oh, wow,” she breathed.

He turned to her with a slight raising of his eyebrows to her. Her eyes grazed over his long and lanky body, at the rich black suede trousers paired with the even richer velvet jacket the color of red wine over his body; he wore a white silk shirt under a slightly snug black velvet vest with bright red marbled buttons. His vest and shirt hugged his slim, slender waist so nicely that she could hardly believe that he looked a little round in the middle. He ran his long fingers through his soft black curls, and then he dragged a brush through his hair: thick black curls that seemed to scatter about as if he had stepped through a weak little electric field. His skin was soft and silken in appearance, and his lips were as pillowy as ever: she caught a whiff of his soft soapy cologne even from clear across the room.

“How do I look?” he asked her with his arms held out on either side of him.

Sam swallowed, and she wondered if he even heard her back there. She stood to her feet, albeit with pain which shot up the backs of her legs to her hips and the base of her spine. An ounce of pain to wield a ton of feeling all for him. She staggered closer to him as he set his arms down on either side of him. Sam rested her hands on his chest to once again feel his heartbeat inside of him, this time with a layer of the finer things in life between them. The softest of fabrics. The lushest of fabrics. The feeling of opulence and the realization he was about to go out and perform some Christmas songs fused around heavy metal and classical music.

“The Grim Reaper lingers over me,” she confessed to him. “But my angel is always here.”

She never did think that she would find another man who would capture her heart as much as Cliff or Joey, but it was Alex. The answer had always been Alex. Sam rested a hand on his knee, and she slid her fingers up his thigh towards the crotch of his trousers and his belt. He straightened out his spine as if a cold chill ran throughout his body. Through her tired eyes, she moved in closer to the side of his head.

“Always my angel,” she whispered into his ear. She was so close to the side of his neck that she could lay a kiss on him, the first of many to bring him to a climax but one of a few that she had already bestowed onto him before.

“Oh, dear Samantha,” he breathed back to her. “You know I’m no angel, right.”

“You’re my angel, though,” she insisted, and she tucked a stray lock of hair behind his ear.

Her legs ached from the bitter cold and the scar tissue within, and her hip constantly throbbed in utmost painful fashion, but she still leaned in closer to him. Her hands grazed over the soft velvet of his vest: his flesh was right under there. His body ensconced in the finer things, and her body shuddered and shook as if she was ready.

Then again, it was the injuries that buckled her knees and made her arms twitch and ache. Any immense sensation that wormed its way through her only added to it. But somehow, she fought her way through it all, and she leaned in closer to his face and neck. Alex leaned back against the wall of the closet as if to entice her inside, and he did. He pressed his back against the wall, right next to a long black suede coat wrapped in plastic to protect it from dust.

“Samantha…” he breathed, and his body trembled. She knew that she had opened up something in him right then. He sank down a bit so they could be eye to eye. She held onto the lapels of his coat and pressed her lips onto his with the softest touch, as light as a feather. He gasped when she held back to look into those penetrating eyes.

“Go in harder,” he beckoned her. Her legs in agony, she still leaned in for a touch more force, a touch more on his bottom lip in particular. The tip of her tongue slithered inside of his lips, while her fingers grazed down the velvety front of his jacket, the silk of his shirt, and the velvet of his vest: one of the shiny smooth buttons grazed over the side of her hand. As smooth as glass. As smooth as silk.

“You are my angel,” she whispered to him again.

Even in the face of pain, she still felt the rush through her body, the feeling that all the other men before him had given to her before but this was different. This had more power to it, more of a punch, the twinges of pain and the feeling that the door was about to close on her before she woke up once more in the morning. The feeling that she had known him forever.

They had known each other forever, complete with the rush of blood straight to the head and heart.

“I’m in love with you,” she told him. She opened her eyes all the way and gazed into those eyes, to which he raised his eyebrows at her in amazement. “I’m in love with you. I’m in love with your mind, your heart and soul, and especially your body. I’m in love with you so much that it drives me insane and brings so much pain to my already broken body. I love you so much that it’s going to kill me.”

Sam put her arms around his waist, and the velvet brushed against the inside of her arms. She found out that the inside of his coat was lined with soft silk. Soft, fine things to ease her aching body.

She leaned in closer to his neck for a kiss on the side, and then she reached up to his shirt collar to show off more of his chest to her. Not too much as she knew that he would have to make showtime soon enough, but just enough to put her lips on his fine chest hair. He treated her to a soft groan in his throat from the feeling of her skin upon his own.

She brought her hands down to his belt, her fingers on his stomach, on the soft silk and plush velvet, as if she was feeling a marshmallow fresh out of the bag. She undid his belt for him, and she slid her hands down the front of his trousers: the suede brushed against her wrists while the tip of the leather belt brushed against her arm.

“You aren’t broken,” he assured her in a low voice, and he ran his fingers through her hair. “You are a warrior. The pains in your legs and your back are your battle scars.” He stopped, and then he bowed his head a bit with a smile on his face when she caressed him down right below the belt. Sam’s fingers shook and quivered as she caressed the full length of his dick inside of his pants, but she still fondled him as if she was fondling the silk of his shirt and the suede of his pants.

No sooner had she started when she felt his hand down on the seat of her pants, and she realized he was fondling her from behind.

“And I was in love with you the moment I saw you,” he confessed to her. “In fact, in the last year or so, I was starting to wish that we had been a thing sooner, because I know for a fact we could have made it last forever.”

“But we were married,” she pointed out. “I was your wife at one point.”

“Ah, but we realized that marriage wasn’t for us, though,” he recalled to her. “We may have been married but we walked out of that still best friends.”

His fingertips glided down the seam of her pants, and then back up to her waist. He slithered his fingers down the inside of her pants, down the inside of her underwear to her tender skin. Her hips ached but the stroke of his fingers made her lick her lips and her spine tremble with the sensation.

She continued to fondle him as his fingers found their way across the crest of her hip to the space right between her legs. She locked eyes with him again, that time as his fingers wriggled their way under her hood. She locked eyes with him long enough to really look at his whole entire being before her. The finer things, the way his hair draped around his head, the softness of his skin and the way that his scent surrounded her like a warm blanket.

Sam was in love with him, and they had always been in love. All it took was a bit of coaxing and velvet.

“You look so fine,” she breathed right into his ear. His finger slipped under her hood and onto the head of her clit. Her lower back arched, but she never lifted her gaze from his face.

“You look—so fine—so sexy—” He touched the head of her clit again, and she opened her mouth a bit more to give him a gentle moan. She kept her hands on his dick, and she could see that he was doing something for him with that as his pupils had dilated quite a bit. But he wasn’t coming. He wasn’t coming, and a fleeting thought shot through her mind that told her he would have to change if he did.

She inched her fingers back while he touched her again. Her chest rose and fell as she could feel herself ready to get off, and he touched her again. That time, her back arched again and she leaned into the safety of his body. Her entire lower body ached, but nothing could deny the feeling that he had given her. Panting, she closed her eyes and listened to his quickened breathing and hammering heartbeat.

“I have to go,” he whispered to her, and he took his hand out from her pants. She didn’t want to let him go: she wanted to be in his scent, his feeling, his class forever against the cold. “But I’ll be back before you know it.”

“I’ll be watching you,” she vowed to him, and she gave him a kiss on the side of the neck once again for good luck.

[kemetic-dreams]

Traditionally, the people now known as Cherokee refer to themselves as Aniyunwiya (ah nee yun wee yah), a name usually translated as "the Real People," sometimes "the Original People."

▪The Cherokee never had princesses. This is a concept based on European folktales and has no reality in Cherokee history and culture. In fact, Cherokee women were very powerful. They owned all the houses and fields, and they could marry and divorce as they pleased. Kinship was determined through the mother's line.

Clan mothers administered justice in many matters. Beloved women were very special women chosen for their outstanding qualities. As in other aspects of Cherokee culture, there was a balance of power between men and women. Although they had different roles, they both were valued.

▪The Cherokee never lived in tipis. Only the nomadic Plains tribes did. The Cherokee were southeastern woodland natives, and in the winter they lived in houses made of woven saplings, plastered with mud and roofed with poplar bark. In the summer they lived in open-air dwellings roofed with bark.

▪The Cherokee have never worn feathered headdresses except to please tourists. These long headdresses were worn by Plains Natives and were made popular through Wild West shows and Hollywood movies. Cherokee men traditionally wore a feather or two tied at the crown of the head. In the early 18th century, Cherokee men wore cotton trade shirts, loincloths, leggings, front-seam moccasins, finger-woven or beaded belts, multiple pierced earrings around the rim of the ear, and a blanket over one shoulder. At that time, Cherokee women wore mantles of leather or feathers, skirts of leather or woven mulberry bark, front-seam moccasins, and earrings pierced through the earlobe only. By the end of the 18th century, Cherokee men were dressing much like their white neighbors. Men were wearing shirts, pants, and trade coats, with a distinctly Cherokee turban. Women were wearing calico skirts, blouses, and shawls. Today Cherokee people dress like other Americans, except for special occasions, when the men wear ribbon shirts with jeans and moccasins, and the women wear tear dresses with corn beads, woven belts, and moccasins.

▪The Eastern Band of Cherokee Indians (EBCI) are descended from Cherokee people who had taken land under the Treaty of 1819 and were allowed to remain in North Carolina; from those who hid in the woods and mountains until the U.S. Army left; and from those who turned around and walked back from Oklahoma. By 1850 they numbered almost a thousand. Today the Eastern Band includes about 11,000 members, while the Cherokee Nation in Oklahoma claims more than 100,000 members, making the Cherokee the largest tribe in the United States.

▪Cherokee arts and crafts are still practiced: basket-weaving, pottery, carving, finger-weaving, and beadwork.

▪The Cherokee language is spoken as a first language by fewer than a thousand people and has declined rapidly because of the policies of federally operated schools. However, since the tribe has begun operation of their own schools, Cherokee language is being systematically taught in the schools.

▪Traditional Cherokee medicine, religion, and dance are practiced privately.

▪There have never been Cherokee shamans. Shamanism is a foreign concept to North America. The Cherokee have medicine men and women.

▪"aho" is not a Cherokee word and Cherokee speakers never use it. Most are actually offended by the misuse of this word. It's not some kind of universal Native word used by all tribes, as many believe. Each individual tribe have their own languages. We can respect these languages by using them correctly or not at all.

▪In order to belong to one of the seven Cherokee clans, your mother had to have been/be Cherokee and her clan is passed on to you. If the maternal line has been broken by a non Cherokee or someone had all sons, you have no clan, which is the case with many today.

▪There is only one Cherokee tribe that consist of three bands. The Cherokee Nation of Oklahoma, United Keetoowah Band of Oklahoma and the Eastern Band of Cherokee Indians of North Carolina. All others who claim a different band than one of the three above are not considered Cherokee and are a direct threat to Cherokee tribal sovereignty. In fact, to be Cherokee, one must be registered with the tribe, as Cherokee is a citizenship granted through documentation. One can have Native DNA but is not considered Cherokee until they are a registered tribal citizen.

Via N. Bear

Cherokee man

North Carolina

[little-bee-draws]

art vs artist 2023, lots of purples, blues, and peachy pinks

ID: a 3x3 photo grid where the center photo is a selfie of the artist, a white nonbinary person with short hair, and the others are images of their artwork, mostly colorful character portraits. All artwork is signed "L-T-Bee."

Image 1: a portrait of a young winter eladrin woman with white skin, glacial blue hair, and black eyes with the irises rimmed in glowing blue.

Image 2: a portrait of a draconic tiefling woman with blue skin and hair and multiple sets of gold horns. Her irises and pupils are gold.

Image 3: a portrait of a young Indian (Malayali) woman with light brown skin and dark curly hair. She is bleeding from her nose and looking intensely at the viewer.

Image 4: a portrait of my D&D character, Idris, a feminine air genasi with blue skin, grey eyes, and curly white and peach hair. She wears round gold-rimmed glasses.

Image 5: a selfie of me, a white nonbinary person with short brown hair. I'm wearing a green and blue flannel.

Image 6: a portrait of a summer eladrin in side profile. they have copper skin and red-violet hair. a yellow, painted-on flower adorns their cheek.

Image 7: a painting of two people hugging. One is Idris, and the other is a taller half-orc young man with light green skin, brown eyes, and messy brown hair.

Image 8: a portrait of Idris. She looks directly at the viewer while tucking a curl behind her ear. One of her eyes is green.

Image 9: a digital painting of my D&D character Yarrow, a purple-skinned drow woman with long brown hair blowing in the wind. She wears a flowing dress and is picking flowers.

End ID.

[simvanie]

OC Questionnaire

Thank you for tagging me @aurorangen <3

I picked Supriya for this since I'm currently playing her generation. There may be some minor spoilers in the answers, as I'm already a little bit further in the legacy than what I've posted here on Tumblr so far.

Name: Supriya Amata

Nickname: Doesn't really have one, but got called 'Priya for short a few times when she was younger and didn't really like it.

Gender: Female

Zodiac sign: Leo

Height: 167cm (5'6")

Orientation: Heterosexual

Nationality/Ethnicity: I'd say about half Indian, a quarter of Greek and Italian mix, and the other quarter whatever ethnicity came from Luxor's side of the family.

Favorite fruit: Anything tropical

Favorite season: While living in Sulani, I noticed her complain about the sunny weather a couple of times, so I would say winter.

Favorite flower: Bird of paradise plant

Favorite scent: The scent that cleaning products have.

Coffee, tea, or hot chocolate: Coffee for sure. Partially because she needs it to get her energy need up.

Average hours of sleep: 5 to 6-ish, she gets woken up a lot by her noisy neighbors (or the occasional vampire breaking in).

Dogs or cats: She loves colorful birds, peacocks are her favorite. But if she had to pick between cats or dogs, it would probably be dogs.

Dream trip: An all-inclusive luxury resort where she doesn't have to stress about anything and everything is taken care of for her.

Number of blankets: Two. One to sleep under, and one as decoration.

Random fact: She loves colors, especially purple, and can't stand people who dress and surround themselves in only black, white and gray tones.

I'm tagging: @flocy-sims, @squeezesublime, @tenyrasims, @simsdastra, @miralure, @duusheen, @lovelymushrooom @smulie (I don't know who has already done this, so feel free to ignore if you have). And for everyone else who would like to do this, consider yourself tagged! 😊