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saintmeghanmarkle · 23 days

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JAN MOIR on fire: Meghans become just another pay-per-view plugger turning her high profile into high profit by u/Von_und_zu_

JAN MOIR on fire: Meghan’s become just another pay-per-view plugger turning her high profile into high profit Between not launching her lifestyle brand, not being invited to A-list events and not visiting the UK with her husband, where does Meghan find the time to be an international businesswoman, that is what I want to know.This week, the Duchess of Sussex interrupted her trade and industry schedule to give an interview to the New York Times. How unlike her, is what you are thinking, and I agree.Meghan breached her ongoing quest for privacy, piercing that pearly shell of seclusion and confidentiality, to talk to one of the few publications in the world — along with People magazine, her trusty in-house trumpet — that she knows will treat her waffly pensées and latest commercial undertakings with respect and deference, rather than openly laugh in her face.And so it came to be.\**Meghan would not tell the newspaper how much she put into the brand, nor what ownership percentage she now has in the company, but Cesta confirmed it was a minority stake.So I am guessing that it was sixpence, a free jar of jam and a signed photograph of the Duke and Duchess being presented with their Golden Grifters of 2024 award.Why are we all here? I've lost my thread. Oh, yes — to salute Meghan's 'ability to move merchandise', a talent which was breathlessly admired by the NYT, as if the Duchess were a shiny fashion truck barrelling down the highway of hip.Which, as it turns out, is exactly how she sees herself.\**However, the exiled Duchess has had to wait until now to fully monetise that regal power and fully invest in herself — while also helping struggling fashion brands establish themselves, of course. Of course.'I support designers that I have really great friendships with, and smaller, up-and-coming brands that haven't gotten the attention that they should be getting,' she said.Unknowns such Oscar de La Renta and Givenchy, along with St Ella of McCartney and an obscure apprentice tailor from Milan called Mr G Armani, are all so grateful for her help. As, indeed, are Cesta.\**The Duchess also told the newspaper that, when it comes to being a businesswoman, she is a dolphin, not a shark.And also that she is better than you, but you knew that already.\**Like all influencers — which is what she has become — Meghan always seems to be invested in the higher purpose of self-valourising while imposing her superior taste on the scabby masses for clicks and cash.Look. Plenty of celebrities and even some royals get clothes and accessories for free — but that is not enough for the Sussexes. I imagine long Montecito nights of the soul when Meghan and Harry just burn with pure fury at the thought of anyone else, from handbag maker to napkin embroiderer to dress designer, making money out of them.So perhaps it should be no surprise to anyone that she seems to be turning herself into just another pay-per-view professional plugger, a walking billboard in a perennial marketing campaign for herself, a duchess who has transmogrified her high profile into a high profit, with a price on everything from her ethical diamond earrings to the soles of her shoes.The problem is that, collectively and individually, Harry and Meghan haven't got any actual talent to monetise — all that is left to milk is the very fact of their celebrity itself.For he is a prince who will never be crowned and she is an actress who will never get a part. And it was always, always coming to this sad point. https://ift.tt/2Yd3cUs post link: https://ift.tt/J8CvZrl author: Von_und_zu_ submitted: August 30, 2024 at 04:27AM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit disclaimer: all views + opinions expressed by the author of this post, as well as any comments and reblogs, are solely the author's own; they do not necessarily reflect the views of the administrator of this Tumblr blog. For entertainment only.

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Hii, so I saw you take requests soo I guess here is one🫶🏻: lee know x fem reader who is a roommate of a former/or still employed coworker from jyp (like make ip artist or stylist) and the friend is still in touch with skz and they are really good friends still and reader gets to meet Minho and rest and Minho is like really enchanted (not that obvious, but visible to the members) and wants to know more about reader. Idk they hang out as a group a few times and he is like trying to leave hints that he likes her but she doesn‘t get it and is oblivious (even though she totally has a crush on him too…which he knows) so he gets like frustrated and asks her out eventually after a group activity and she is like…mE?! You could ask everyone and you ask ME?? Hahahah idk and then it‘s like a cute date or something…

Well I hope this sounds great, if not that is fine too, thanks for taking req and have a wonderful dayyy💕

♫₊˚.🎧 ✩｡☕ 🤎 HONEY SATURDAY NIGHT - Minho Imagine !

Your best friend and roommate was a sunny and friendly person, unlike you, and managed to maintain a firm friendship for years. It was amazing how she didn't care how long she hadn't seen a person, especially one she didn't like, she still managed to sneak into everyone's heart and make them love her, you were incredulous to see how many people she knew and asked out to dinner. You hadn't had that many friends since kindergarten, so much so that your only friend now was actually your flatmate, who was working and older than you while you were still a college student. You used to go out together in your spare time and watch her stop every ten steps and talk to everyone - hallucinating.

You could somehow understand her, as she had worked for many years at one of the biggest music companies: JYP Entertainment. And it was quite unexpected when one day you found her at the foot of your bed begging you to go to a group gathering with her. As fate would have it, it was with one of the most famous and successful bands: Stray Kids. You knew the band well - who didn't? Heejin had been their stylist and hairdresser for years, apparently enough to form a nice friendship bond that she wanted to pull you into. But she was well aware of your interactions on a social level. And you didn't want new friends, even if they were eight Adonis. Too bad no one could really resist Heejin. "Please, Y/N, I haven't seen them for a long time, they were so nice to ask me to come and invite a friend of mine because they were afraid I would feel uncomfortable since they are all male," she said with folded hands, begging you for the umpteenth time. "But look at you, how considerable! Too bad I don't care, and besides, if there are two of us, it won't change much," you told her, throwing a pillow at her.

"I'll buy you the latest Vivienne Westwood that you like so much if you go out with us." But unfortunately, as you had said, it was impossible to say no. Especially to a proposal like that, especially when you collected fashion items and your favourite was Vivienne herself. And so you had found yourself that Wednesday night preparing for this night out. Heejin had checked your wardrobe because, according to her, you had to be perfect in the eyes of the boys. You wondered why, especially since your best friend seemed to be planning a combo date. You looked like one of those debutantes who had to make a good impression on her way into society. She had bought you a little white St Gallen lace dress with balloon sleeves, paired with Camperos boots and a black leather jacket, and carried your usual handbag.

Standing in front of what looked like eight Adonis, you were struck by how much better they looked in person. But one in particular was particularly attractive and interesting in your eyes, even if he was very taciturn compared to the others - yes, these guys were always fooling around. What you did not know was that this same man was so enchanted by your beauty that he had to have his companions call out to him several times because he was staring at you too much. Strangely enough, you hadn't even tried too hard to interact with them, they had made you feel comfortable right away, and their sweetness towards you was endless, so much so that you struck up a friendship with Seungmin and Felix right away - the two of them were a strange duo, so sweet but almost devilish, especially Seungmin, who was always throwing strange spicy mixtures at Chan that he almost had to be beaten. What you did expect, however, was to become Minho's favourite prey. The way his friends described him, he was a real devil with feline features - more like a panther than a cat.

All this in an evening that lasted eight hours.

What you didn't expect was that you wouldn't go out with them several times and get on well with them, but that you would fall in love with Lee Minho. Yes, because after going out with them so many times in the last two months, you had become quite interested in the grey-haired guy and destiny wanted you to be his favourite prey. You were very close and he took every opportunity to tease you. Maybe that was what made you crazy about him. Not knowing that it was totally reciprocated from day one. Minho had a crush on you. Seriously - maybe you were a bit stupid - but you didn't take any of the hints he left you every time you went out with your friends. And he would say things about it, take advantage of every situation to sign with you, and you were the only one who didn't get it at all. He, on the other hand, was so curious that he always found a way to find out something new about you.

"Please Hyung invite her out, I can't stand all this tension every time we go out," Jeongin complained with a pout on his face. Minho laughed. "Seriously, how could she not see that you have a crush on her? Hannie figured it out too," Hyunjin said, clutching the arm of his best friend who made a fake offended face - he knew it was the truth. "Everything has its time guys, I want to tease her some more," the boy said, earning a dirty look from the rest of the group. On the other side, you lay despondently on your bed with your best friend, who was now tired of hearing your complaints about him. "But why don't you stop feeling sorry for yourself and just tell him that you like him like normal people do," Heejin said to you. But you were not normal and you were too afraid of the rejection that was so obvious in your eyes. "I'd ruin our friendship and therefore the group," you said, sinking your head into the pillow.

"I don't give a shit, I can't bear to see you in a state of self-pity. You're pathetic. And move that ass, we have to go out with the boys tonight" from bad to worse, you thought. Too bad you hadn't imagined that tonight, because of a stupid game suggested by Felix - who did everything in his power to get you and Minho together - you would find yourself locked in a room with Minho himself staring at you with his mega-brown eyes. "So, your idea is to keep silent and stare at me, or?" he asked you, making himself comfortable on the bed. You frowned at him and flanked him on the bed. Maybe Heejin was right and you needed to talk to him, this was a good opportunity. "Listen, I need to tell you something," you started and got his attention. He had his usual grin on his face, that slapping expression.

"Me too, will you go out with me?" her brain went into overdrive. What had he just said? You almost couldn't believe your ears. Was it a joke? It had to be. "So?" he asked again, expecting an answer. "Are you serious? I mean, you want to ask me out, just the two of us - a date?" you asked, still in shock. "Do you see anyone else in this room by any chance?" he asked in his usual sarcastic tone. "Really?" you asked again. "Really, Y/N," he said, giving you a shove. "Sure...I just wanted to tell you that...in short, I like you," you lowered your head. He raised it with his forefinger, then planted his lips on yours in a kiss that made your head spin. "Finally, I thought you'd never tell me," he chuckled. "What? You knew?" you asked in shock - what a fool you had been. "Yes, I just thought you'd be more awake, that you wouldn't notice my signals," she laughed, "Oh come on, was he teasing you? "Signals?" "Yes, signals, I've liked you for two months."

You really had been an idiot.

Your crush had always been sending you signals and you hadn't been able to pick them up - who knows how long you would have been together if you had... .... Now it's time to redeem yourself. At least as much as you can. "Ah, um. Well, you know, I'm looking forward to going out with you," you said shyly to your boyfriend? You still didn't know what you were. "Perfect, that's pretty much reciprocated. I'll pick you up on Saturday and we'll go camping for our first official date. Make sure you bring everything. I'll be there around ten in the morning. And to clarify your thoughts I have read so far...yes, you are my girlfriend now," he said, stealing another kiss from you and then sneering back at your friends. When Heejin saw you he knew immediately what had just happened and you laughed heartily.

The evening, like the week, flew by and you and Minho were in his sports car, ready to go camping. His hand was caressing your bare thigh and your mind was flickering all over the place. He was singing along to the songs on the radio and you just looked at him and smiled, thinking how lucky you were to have a man like that by your side. Who wouldn't want a Lee Minho to be their boyfriend - this boy was a dream on earth. When he turned to look at you, you always blushed like an idiot because he would catch you, but it was impossible not to, given the look he gave you every time. When you arrived at the campsite you smiled like a fool, you looked like you were on your honeymoon. He took you like a bride and carried you inside, into the bedroom of your tent. You pulled him to you, kissed him gently and nibbled on his lower lip, which turned cherry red each time.

"Princess, I have to get the things in the car, the food is in there too, you don't want it to go bad, do you?" he tickled you and then walked away to arrange your things in the tent, as if he was used to all this, and from there your mind began to wander a little too much. You imagined what he was like as a husband, surely perfect as he cooked for you or entertained your children. At that thought you couldn't help but smile and think what it would be like to make love to him day and night, to feel him close to your body - skin against skin, cold against heat. "You know I love coming here, I always come here when I want to be alone and I'm too stressed. But today I'm sharing it with you, because you're my favourite person," he chuckled, hugging you, throwing himself on top of you. "More than Jisung?" you giggled, knowing what a soft spot Minho had for that little squirrel - after all, everyone had a soft spot for Jisung, that guy was sweetness personified as well as being extremely adorable. "I should think about it," he said laughing, and you pretended to be offended and threw a pillow over him, straddling him and filling him with kisses.

"You're beautiful, do you know that?" he smiled, then began to kiss your neck slowly, but there was no malice in it. "Never as much as you, mister," you smiled, ruffling his hair - Minho was gorgeous, you could feel the warmth emanating from his body as it clung to yours in a gentle embrace. You had never been good at relationships, nor had you had ideal partners, but it was as if all the forces of nature had been concentrated to give you Minho. The boy had just the right amount of sweetness, sympathy and kindness, and you could go on like that for a long time. The only thing that was serious and overwhelming about him was his beauty, Minho seemed to have been sculpted by the gods.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked, waking you from the trance-like state you had fallen into. "I was thinking about you, I'm wondering if this isn't all a dream, ready to disappear when I open my eyes," you confided, seeing him staring at you as if thinking about something. "I have a way of letting you know it's real, sit down and wait for me here," he told you, disappearing from the tent and returning with a small bag. "Open it, it's for you," he said as he stood next to you. You opened the bag and then your smile widened as the gift appeared before your eyes, you looked at it almost in disbelief. "It's the same as my bracelet, I wanted to give you something special that we could share together," he smiled, you were almost speechless and motioned for him to help you put on a small necklace with a blue pendant, it was a lapis lazuli. "It's wonderful!" you cried and then catapulted yourself onto him and began to plant sweet kisses on his lips.

Kisses that became deeper, more mischievous. You wanted to make love to him all day long.

This did not displease the older man, who worshipped your body by filling it with kisses and caresses, you only stopped to eat and to feel Minho's hands on your naked skin had driven you as crazy as your hands on his chest had driven him crazy. It was late in the evening by the time you really stopped, too tired and sticky - you took a bath before going to bed. The older's hands ran through your wet locks as you listened to his heartbeat through his chest.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

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a/n : i hope u will like it!! i love sweet minho as a boyfriend 🩷🩷 I opened a ko-fi account, i will post there some stories and drawings, if you want to support me i will be grateful to anyone who wants to give me tips, ITS NOT OBLIGATORY

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slay-classy · 1 year

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popcornforone · 7 months

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MARCH

From the Marcus Pike Fan Fic Diary

Masterlist

February

How are we already in March? Must be time for another diary entry from our writer about her exploits with Marcus.

Synopsis:- Marcus is working away on a case & you just want to chat to him on a Saturday night.

Word count:-1900

Warnings:- DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18! Phone sex,masturbating, innuendo, talk of piv & oral, sexual video, swearing, drinking, pining. remember this is a diary so from the readers point of view.

Thanks as always for the read peoples. All feedback is always welcome. I hope you enjoy.

I hate it when Marcus is away. It not that I don’t like doing my own thing, but I miss the cuddles. I love that I can watch what I want, can eat what I like at a time that’s good for me & not have to worry if he’s going to randomly message going he needs dinner, or planning something & then him last minute saying actually. But I miss his little smile. I miss little suggestive winks. I miss the way he makes me cum. I miss the taste of him spilling down my throat. I just am missing him so bad.

I know it’s only 10 days & it’s important for his job & career but it’s just a huge hole in the bed next to me. I can starfish all I want, but I’d much prefer to be sinking into the mattress with my feet on his shoulders as he asks me if I can take more. Don’t tell Marcus this, I mean you’re a diary so you won’t, but I use his pillow to sleep on when he’s not here. I always make sure the bedding is fresh for when he is back but no I want to smell my man. I have needs & his scent helps me with some of them.

It’s not like we don’t see each other though. We face time & text & send photos to each other, but he’s often tired & a little grumpy. Works stressful when he’s home let alone working on something else where.

I knew he had Sunday off last week so I asked him to have a chill Saturday night & get ready for a phone call. I wanted his soothing voice to send me asleep. But I also wanted to see if he was up for something.

First call he doesn’t answer at 10pm. Maybe he had already fallen asleep. But the second call he answers.

“Hey sorry was in the middle of cleaning my teeth baby”

“I hope you didn’t swallow”

“No swallowing toothpaste isn’t that good for you” I am glad it’s not face time. I rolled my eyes. I wanted to see if things could get spicy. But clearly he was being practical. Yep that was my man there, not taking a hint unless it’s bleeding obvious to him.

“How was today?”

“Good, we think we might be on the red eye on Tuesday if we’re lucky. Latest is still Thursday night which is meant to happen” I can hear a tap turn off in the back ground & the bathroom light button click. I know he’s got ready for bed. I am already in bed. I need to clean my own teeth once the call is over but it won’t take me long. I’ve got a glass of wine on the bed side table which I’m sipping. I’m also in just my dressing gown, & I know I have something to pleasure myself with after hearing my man’s delicious voice.

“What about you beautiful, what did you do today?”

“Saw my mum took her shopping, she wanted a new handbag, she treated me to lunch & then I decided to start sorting out junk in the study”

“junk?”

“Yes junk” I giggle”you know all the stuff we said we’d sort out when we moved i together nearly 18 months ago that we didn’t need or were duplicates”

“Please tell…”

“Don’t worry don’t worry” I hear the panic in his voice “I didn’t touch the comics or anything that wasn’t mine, that’s still for you to sort”

“Oooh thank god…” I hear a sigh of relief down the phone & hear him sit on the bed “because”

We then say in unison “some of those comics are limited print”

“I know Marcus I know, you need to have them valued for insurance purposes” we talk about this every now & then. I have a couple of original art pieces that I got insured last year, after they had just sat in a corner & told Marcus he could do his comics & collectibles at the same time but he said he’d need to go to a specialist. He’s never been.

“So what are you going to do on your day off?” I ask as I sip more wine.

“I want to go to that new art exhibition that’s here…” Marcus has always loved weird art & he knows I appreciate it but not to his tastes it’s a bit to gloomy what he likes, not what you should put up in the house, not that we could even afford it. I let him talk about a few other things too.

“Well on Sunday im going to write in my journal & then I’m going to get on with building those Lego flowers you got me for Christmas, I can’t kill them can I” he giggles down the phone at me.

“Oooh no you can’t murder those. Thank god. I recon you could try tho”

“Would you have to investigate & come home if I did?”

“100%”

“Then I’ll go commit some crime” we both laugh & then sigh. The silence between us on the phone for a few seconds is just perfect. Hearing him breathe is a joy.

“Marcus…”

“Yes baby” I smirk as his voice seems deeper for some reason. I’m going to try something.

“What are you wearing?” I lick my lips as I say it.

“My jammies… you know the blue & black striped ones…I’ve also…” he then goes on to talk about if it’s okay to wear socks in bed or not as his feet feel cold. I’m a little bit gutted. I know he takes things literally but I wanted more or maybe something sexy. Also Marcus only wear his Jammies when he’s away incase he’s woken up at 3am to go look at something. He’s shy at times & doesn’t want any work colleagues to walk in on him hanging out, or with his naked arse in the air. What a peach they would see. I sigh a little which he picks up on.

“Was that the wrong answer?”

“No I just… I wanted something more adventurous.” I’m always honest with Marcus.

“Okay so then what are you wearing baby”

“Well…”I then untie my robe “say the words baby & I’ll start to moan for your listening pleasure”

“Why are you hurt?”

“Marcus!”

“What”

“Is your line tapped?”

“No”

“Well I’m just taking my robe off & am going to enjoy myself in bed” I slip the robe off. “Imagine if we were face timing baby” I whisper “you wouldn’t be seeing my face”

“Well erm…” I can tell he’s flustered & trying to work out how to say some spicy stuff. “Ermmmm… I”

“It really is a good thing we aren’t looking at each other” I smile trying to reassure him that it’s okay if he doesn’t want to.

“No I… I’m just having a moment” the phone line falls silent for a second before Marcus speaks. “Does the bed still smell of me”

“Yea baby”

“Then sleep on that side when you have fun later, I want my side to be a little damp” he’s getting into it even if shyly.

“Do you think of me?”

“Yes baby” he’s dropped his voice it’s getting sexier.

“In the shower?”

“Why do you think I’m always so clean when I come back from a job?”

“It’s not as good as me though…”

“Oooh fuck no!” Is his abrupt response “I might moan & fist harder but it’s not like your bending over in the shower is it”

“I always like to wash your chest, lather you up, caress those broad shoulders…”

“& then drop to your knees like the naughty little slut you are”

“I…” I was not expecting Marcus to get into this so quickly. All it had taken was a few back & forth & he was now calling me a slut down the phone. “Do you like me on my knees?”

“I like you in any position, begging for me”

“The way you face fuck me…”

“…oooh when I can’t tell if it’s spit or my cum or shower water…”

“Getting clean is always such a dirty task”

“Oooh baby” I hear him moan.

“Yes baby, my fingers in my cunt, my lips at your base, in your pubes, steam building up in a hot shower, you gripping my chin thrusting away”

“Down your throat, good thing you had your tonsils taken out, they’d be so swollen” as this conversation goes on, I’ve starting pleasuring my clit, I’ve not used my vibrator yet I think I will need that when the call ends.

“Marcus, tell me I’m a good girl”

“No…” he’s panting”you so naughty, good girls wouldn’t be masturbating on the phone”

“& what does that make you…?” I gasp, arousal is seeping.

“A very bad boy, a bad boy who wants to get on the next flight & wishing his penis was satisfying you instead.”

We moan down the phone at each other getting off to each others seduction.

“I need your mouth”

“So do I”

“69?”

“Oooh baby i’ll get on a plane to you”

“Naked?”

“If it meant quicker pleasure yes”

Eventually we both finish out sexual discussion. For a man who was shy to start with Marcus got into it. He screamed my name as he obviously climaxed & spilled into his hand.

“I think I need a shower” he says breathily “I’ve made a right mess”

“Hmmm” I reply back, I’m contemplating do I clean my teeth now or do I hang up & use the vibrator. “I’m so glad you got into that Marcus”

“I am too, we should try that again sometime”

“Maybe next time we do face time in”

“& me see your pussy gushing without me being able to taste it?” He scoffs “that’s not playing fair.”

“Well finish this case quickly & you can come home for all the shower sex in the world.”

“I’m gonna hold you to that sexy” I know the face he’s pulling even without seeing it it’s a soft but sexy smirk.

“I’m gonna go clean my teeth & actually go to bed now Marcus” I say “thank you for everything baby”

“For once I’m gonna ask you to spit not swallow, it’s not my cum that will be foaming at your lips” I gasp. Marcus finally got my line from earlier.

“I only swallow what’s good for me”

“Oooh you’re so good being bad”

“Night Marcus I love you”

“Not as much as I love you”

Yea that was a fabulous time on the phone to my Marcus. Someone so shy then got so into being so naughty. & I think I unlocked a sexual beast, because once my teeth were clean there was a text on my phone. An encrypted video. With a message underneath.

“Because your vibrator won’t be enough” & the video in question was Marcus handling his throbbing penis, angry & wanting to be buried somewhere soft & warm. It gets me off on both Saturday night & Sunday morning.

April

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fashionflair367 · 3 months

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Welcome to Fashion Flair: Your Ultimate Guide to Stylish Accessories

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sam-glade · 5 months

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Happy STS! Stick a character (or several) in a different setting, genre, time period, whatever, etc. and tell me how they're dressing! For instance, send a modern character back to Ancient Rome or throw a futuristic character into a high fantasy. Anything to analyze how they'd dress without their current options. 🥰

Oooh, I love this question. Thank you, Tori💜

So in terms of fashion, Days of Dusk is strictly second half of the 18th century, continental Europe, with flat-chest stays, heavy gowns, long robes for men, fur trims, etc. Military uniforms, which are worn by most of the cast most of the time, are modelled after the Napoleonic army. Just to give you the baseline.

I enjoy the aesthetic of a modern AU for them, so that's the time period I'll chuck them into.

Lissan wears comfy everyday wear - trainers, faded jeans, simple t-shirts in not overly bright colours. He's got a couple of years old smartphone with a spiderweb of cracks in one corner and the back scratched by his keys, which he continues to wear in the same pocket.

Marta wears light summer dresses with small floral patterns and light platform sandals. Lissan believes the dress is too short and the neckline is too low, but keeps that to himself. Also, she rides a step-through bike with a wicker basket at the front, and has a few silver, sparkly charms dangling from her handbag.

Ianim is always well dressed, a touch overdressed even. If you know where to look, you'll notice that all of his clothes are bespoke.

Gullin wears a second-hand black leather motorbike jacket and motorbike jeans. Basically, the sort of protective gear that's comfortable enough to walk around in. Yes, he'd wear it even when his bike is nowhere to be seen. His brand-new best of the best smartphone doesn't have a single scratch on it, and he also has a smartwatch and a few other gadgets.

You'll never see Erya in a skirt. She'd wear a dark office suit, off-the-rack and altered to fit her, quite. Also, no heels. Never, ever heels.

Anthea on the other hand always wears skirts. Her outfits are immaculate, with not a single wrinkle on them, and perfectly suited for each occasion. All made to size, of course, from the latest collections of the top designers. Paired with that is delicate jewellery, not that special at the first glance, but it's pretty much all white gold, diamonds, and sapphires. Oh, and her hair is always in an updo, not a single strand out of place.

Varré... I don't honestly know. In canon, they wear both trousers and thick long skirts, whatever they fancy on that day. In general, they'd wear stuff that would make them blend into the crowds.

Catnip gets an honourable mention for always wearing technically office-appropriate outfits, except her button up shirts are juuuust a tiny bit too tight in the bust, and the trousers are a little bit too form-fitting.

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distopea · 1 year

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Muse Accessories :

Bookbag/Purse:

When she goes out, she really adores those small girly purses, quilted and elegant from Coco Chanel, Guess or Hermes. The whole "rococo" style hides the fact that her purse in those occasions mostly contains a few makeup items, her phone, a fake ID card and a pepper spray.

When she's not attending people, Sybille likes Mickael Kors handbag, which can definitely provide more space inside. She has always preferred handbag rather than back pack anyway.

Cellphone:

She's more of a Samsung girl than Apple. From her clients, she always manages to snatch the latest items, and she's craving the last tendance. Currently, she has the new Samsung Flip. Easy to carry in her purse.

Chapstick/Lip Balm:

Various items, depending on her clothes and the mood of the night. She has a profound love for liquid lipsticks with shiny colors, the very ones made by Tom Ford, Fenty Beauty or Guerlain.

For moistering her lips, she will prefer clinical brand like Erborian (from South Korea).

Wallet:

To match her purses, she has several wallets from different brands. Her favorite is still her little black one from Chanel. She can carry enough bills if she wants to hang out, and it's far enough when she knows she won't have to pay for her drinks and food.

Umbrella:

Elegant and large umbrella (for the style) that she always picks from the same store. She doesn't know the brand, but she's sensitive to the luxurious atmosphere of the store (they are also selling shoes). She always picks the white one, with the golden border.

Jewelry:

Ouf, it's hard to pick! Sybille is particularly fond of jewels, and she's lucky enough to collect a few from her clients. Depending on whom she's attending at night, she could change her style or wear what they have offered in the past.

She particularly loves pink gold, she has several bracelets. She likes large jewels around her wrists, but will prefer small and discreet ones around her neck. Sybille never wears rings, or very rarely.

Water bottle:

She hydrates herself quite well during the day, and to be aesthetically pleasing, she often buys those glass bottles with a golden cap. She likes to add lemons and cucumbers, a good way to get vitamins after her daily work out.

Other Items:

Earphones. A mirror in her bag. A set of black gloves. A public transport card (because we never know). Gym card. Coupons from convenience stores. Business cards from her clients. A nail file along with a kit to restore nails (if she breaks one). Uber eats discount flyers. A broken watch (it was the first she got from her father). Flavored condoms. Elastic bands and clippers. A pair of panties. Tampons. Tissues. Pain killers. Hand cream (cherry flavored).

tagged by: @tximidity and @nezumivc103221 tagging: my whole dash, get it baby!

#⌇playing all the aces on the table ( 𝙈𝙚𝙢𝙚 )#⌇headcanon ( 𝙎𝙮𝙗𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚 )#⌇character study ( 𝙎𝙮𝙗𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚 )#✨material girl ✨#; I love the contrast between the gifts from her clients and what reflects her actual life #; like coupons and discount flyers and so on 👀

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dtba · 4 months

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Forever 21 x Bratz Collection

Forever 21 is excited to announce its first-ever Bratz collection, which launched today. We're bringing the culturally redefining dolls to life through the latest, on-trend fashion at the most incredible value. This co-designed Forever 21 x Bratz Collection is a curated fashion assortment of six outfits inspired by iconic Bratz style.

The Forever 21 x Bratz Collection is all about fashion forward styles, inspired by the Bratz' iconic looks, and fit perfectly into today's must-have festival looks. Featuring a variety of cool denim styles, from baggy cargos to fitted micro miniskirts and tube dresses, along with corset tops, shimmery swim pieces and baguette bags to round out the look in a stylish way.

The collection includes women's and women's plus apparel, swim, and handbag accessories, ranges in price from $17.99-$59.99 and has sizing from XS-XXL & 23-34, 0X-4X & 12-20 in denim. The Forever 21 x Bratz Collection will be available to shop in Forever 21 stores and Forever21.com.

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Decided to get the fuck out of Pittsburgh for a day and went up to see Oppenheimer in 70mm IMAX in New York. I always sort of dislike the city until I leave it and then I get this itch to go back-- so this was a good enough excuse. Before Oppenheimer I had time to check out "Bottoms" which was extremely funny (one of the leads was also in "Theater Camp" which was very good as well). Also funny is how the Nicole Kidman AMC intro is becoming this cult phenomenon; in both Bottoms and Oppenheimer people in the crowd clapped and knew every word of the intro by heart. Both films were sold out, both audiences were fully engaged. It was heartening to see that compared to when I go to the waterfront and I'm the only one in the theatre. Oppenheimer was whatever, it's cool to see Nolan trick the world into thinking he's an action director then get 100mil to make a pretty standard arthouse flick. The script was a bit thin and on the nose but I just can't hate a movie that invented an entirely new form of film, casts Benny Safdie in a major role, and asks RDJ to act entirely outside of his wheelhouse. When the film first started I teared up at how overwhelming the sheer size of the screen was. The first row of seats was about 50 feet away because the screen descended maybe 20 feet below them. Definitely a worthwhile experience, especially compared to seeing The Hateful Eight in 70mm at the waterfront because a) they stuck it in a small, 150+/- seat auditorium with a tiny screen, which basically defeats the whole purpose of celebrating the medium's fidelity-- and b) that movie fuckin sucked and Tarentino is a joke.

Anyway, my go-to stop for my last couple of New York trips has been to hit 5th ave and check out whatever new fragrances are coming out / unavailable in Pittsburgh.

Gucci's Alchemist Garden line, probably my favorite designer private collection, isn't at Pittsburgh's Gucci store so I wanted to try the latest scent, "Where my Heart Beats." It was unapologetically floral, but still felt like it could layer well with other scents from the line, especially Voice of the Snake, their Saphron / Oud fragrance. I asked the rep if the line would continue now that Alessandro Michele is out and the line really felt like his baby. The rep hadn't heard anything about it but I still can't imagine the line surviving much longer. 50/50 if bottles get cheaper or skyrocket in price should they become discontinued.

The Louboutin fragrances were all okay. The bottles are beautiful baubles but the juice isn't mind-blowing with the exception of Loubimar, an aquatic tuberose frag that I thought had a very nice honeysuckle accord going.

Tom Ford's new "Myrrhe Mystere" was pretty boring and it seems like the house really has sold its soul in the deal to Estee Lauder.

Guerlain's new "Honey Tobacco" was pretty good! I forgot to ask the rep if they knew anything about what this year's millésime Shalimar release might focus on (rumor is bergamot), but they should announce that stuff soon.

Visited Coach just to look at the dinosaur made entirely out of handbags.

Went to Papaya Dog and got a couple chili dogs and a juice. Has that old Rick Sebak documentary in the back of my mind every time I visit the city but never made it out; it was a good, cheap hotdog! Glad I went.

It's always fun to go out and play with the long exposure mode on my phone, it's not quite like a real camera but it's pretty interesting on its own

#travel #new york #oppenheimer #film #imax 70mm #gucci #pixel 7 pro

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dcbbw · 2 years

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Coitus Interruptus

This is my submission for @choicesflashfics; I used the following prompt: “I can’t believe you would even think to leave me like this.” It will appear in bold.

This story is also the answer to a nonny ask: Has Riley ever faked the big “O”?

Thank you to all who read over snippets of this fic.

Thank you to all who will read the story. Your likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated more than you know.

Please excuse any and all typos, missing/extraneous words, and/or grammatical errors. MS Editor rates me at 98% error free.

Pairing is (future) #Riam

All characters (except the children) belong to Pixelberry

Song Inspiration: Love to Love You, Baby, Donna Summer

Word Count: 2,400

Rating: Going with M/Mature because of lemon-scented Pledge

“You were simply wonderful this morning, love,” the King of Cordonia praised his Queen.

The couple were in the backseat of their chauffeured limousine, returning to the Palace after spending the morning at House Theron for a charity event sponsored by Duchess Joelle:

Gender is a Spectrum: A Union of Art, Fashion, and Inclusivity.

The program consisted of breakfast with the King and Queen, followed by an hour-long fashion show where models of all sexual orientations carried the Duchess’ latest art collection as they strutted and sashayed the runway in the latest haute couture from Ana De Luca, House Beaumont, and a rising up-and-comer from Duchy Domvallier whose works had been discovered on the app Fashion Parade.

For the fashion show, Liam had been the emcee and Riley, one of the models.

“I starved myself to be able to fit into those skinny, too-small outfits!” Riley complained as she dug in her purse for her cellphone.

“You were modeling the extended size collection,” Liam reminded her as he nuzzled her neck. “And did so beautifully.”

Riley’s head swung around, her blonde bob swinging synthetic hair across her cheek. “Extended sizing begins at SIZE 8, Liam! SIZE 8! NOTHING on my body wears a size 8!”

She sighed as she resumed her search. “I swear, this baby weight … maybe dieting is a good thing.”

Liam didn’t bother to point out their baby, Theodore, was now seven years old.

“You’re on a diet?” he asked in surprise.

“Not really.” With a cry of triumph, her hand emerged from the handbag with the phone. She turned her head once more, her eyes narrowed with distrust. “Are you saying I NEED one?”

Liam shook his head quickly. “No.”

The couple had a rare weekend free; their sons were at Applewood visiting with Regina and their Aunt Lena. Both had plans for their open weekend.

Neither had communicated their plans with the other.

Liam had plans for his wife that involved no clothes, no work phones, and lots of sex. He wasn’t chancing an argument.

“AND you had breakfast this morning, so not starving,” he quickly changed the subject.

“Do you know how long ago THAT was?” Riley demanded.

Liam did know. Riley had eaten breakfast aboard the royal family’s private rail coach at 8am. It was now 11:30am.

“You call TWO pancakes and ONE sausage patty breakfast?? THAT is NOT breakfast! A snack, at best.”

Riley’s plans involved eating food she wouldn’t have to cook or share, simping over Gong Yoo, and finding a new hiding place for her snack wagon and hamper.

Ever since Liam’s children had entered the picture, Riley had no food to herself any longer. From the moment of conception, his kids had been nothing but crumb snatchers stealing all her food. If they had been her children, they wouldn’t do her like that.

Riley often wondered how she ended up a single mother, and sole food source to kids that weren’t even hers.

Liam moved closer to his wife, his lips ghosting her jawline. His thumb grazed against her nipple, hidden beneath a red cotton camisole tunic and black sports bra. His lips curved as he felt it harden beneath his touch.

Riley slapped his hand away. “I’m trying to make a phone call!” she chided snappishly.

“To WHO?” Liam demanded as he rubbed the offended spot on the back of his hand.

“The kitchens! I need sustenance!”

“We’ll be home in a matter of minutes,” the King argued. “You can order from the rooms, and we can … pass the time until it’s delivered.” He raised an eyebrow suggestively as his palm rubbed her thigh.

Riley stared at her husband; her expression was neither agreeable nor amenable.

We’re hungry for two different things, she thought. I’m Team Chicken Kiev.

Her gaze went back to her phone, and she continued dialing. Liam rolled his eyes, annoyance flashing briefly in them.

He knew when Riley was hungry, she was impossible to deal with. He should simply wait until she satisfied her basic hunger before gratifying his baser ones. But Liam was in heat for his wife, which made him obstinate, impatient, determined.

We can have a quickie, and after she’s eaten … she’s all mine, all weekend.

The King pulled his wife close to him, her cheek nestled in the crook of his shoulder as she prattled off a litany of menu items to one the Palace’s chefs: Chicken Kiev (it could be fried or baked, as long as it was crispy); wild rice with mushrooms and gravy; string bean almondine; fried spicy sausages; fried potatoes; devil’s food cake slices; baklava; milkshakes.

Liam smirked down at her. “I have all the sausage you need, love.” He waggled his eyebrows.

Riley’s eyes peered up at him. “Yours isn’t spicy or fried. Just bland and boiled.”

Once safely inside their personal quarters, the parents video chatted with their children, oohing over the excited chatter about attending a magic show the night before, and playing soccer with the local youth in the still-healing orchards earlier in the morning.

They ahhed at the fact that after lunch, Aunt Lena was taking them to a street fair where there would jugglers, clowns, and cotton candy.

They bid their sons hasty farewells when the twins stated they wanted a dog, and their youngest began begging for a snake. A big snake, like the ones found in rainforests and jungles.

After the chat was over, Riley immediately called downstairs about her food.

Not ready yet. Soon.

She was leaned over, looking inside her nearly empty snack hamper and frowning at two packs of peanut butter and cheese crackers, when she felt Liam’s strong arms encircle her waist. His breath was warm and ticklish as his lips brushed over the raised hairs on the back of her neck.

Despite the rumblings coming from her stomach, Riley’s body responded instantly to Liam’s touch; she straightened up, pushing her back against his broad chest. She wriggled her ass against the crotch of his pants. She felt Liam’s lips curl against her skin, responding with a smile of her own.

And then her stomach loudly growled, and all thoughts of lust and lovemaking left her brain.

Where is my FOOD? How soon is soon? And now this man thinks I want the D.

The Queen exhaled a deep negro-spiritual sigh.

Let me handle this real quick.

Liam, of course, did not realize this. He thought her deep, put-upon sigh was a low moan caused by his roaming fingers and butterfly kisses. His wife’s eagerness in pulling off her clothes spurred him to disrobe in record time. The King did look strangely at his now nude wife as she hurried to their bed.

Riley preferred to saunter and tease him with her body.

“Come here, lover … touch my nakedness,” she purred as she crooked her index finger at Liam.

Riley was definitely never so bold, not when it was the two of them alone and intimate. This was when her vulnerability, her submissiveness to him freely revealed themselves.

But Liam’s need for her touch, her feel, her taste was almost overwhelming, and he began reasoning and justifying her unorthodox actions.

She’s in need more than me!

“I would deny you nothing,” Liam muttered in a husky whisper, his naked body joining hers on the bed.

He positioned himself so her breasts dangled enticingly above his mouth; his lips wrapped tightly around an elongated nipple, and he began to suckle gently. His hand curled around his very erect shaft, lightly stroking himself from head to base. He whimpered softly at the feel of his wife’s fingers in his hair.

“OW!” he yelled as she pulled his hair, hard. “What the HELL, Riley?”

“I want you inside me. Deep inside me,” Riley explained as she settled spread-eagled on the bedcovers. “Come ON,” she whined as she surreptitiously glanced at the clock.

It’s GOT to be soon now!

There was a scowl on Liam’s face as he stared moodily at his wife. His scalp tingled where she had yanked his hair. He wanted nipples on his tongue. But Riley wanted him inside of her.

I did say a quickie first ...

The King pulled himself up on his knees, his gaze trained on his wife’s sex. He plunged two fingers inside her entrance; they flexed and curled against her walls as arousal dampened his skin. The Queen’s hips arched against his hand; slowly, Liam removed his digits, placing them in his mouth before licking them clean. He pinned her wrists above her head as he sank into her.

Immediately, Riley’s neck arched as her hips bucked against his; moans, obviously forced, were uttered along with encouragements such as, “Fuck me harder, baby. Give me your dick!”

Liam stopped his thrusting; if one were counting, he had only gotten in three. His hands released her wrists, and Riley immediately began flailing her arms about. His wife looked like a one-person show consisting of really bad porn, crooked wig included.

Liam slowly pulled out of her tightness; Riley was still gyrating her hips, throwing in a back arch for good measure before her grand finale.

His eyes alternated between widening and thinning as Riley continued her histrionics, oblivious to the fact that Liam was no longer participating.

“Oh baby … oh baby … I’m cumming. I’m cumming, Liam,” she gasped, not a drop of sweat anywhere on her body. No trembles, no panting of breath. Nothing to indicate she had exchanged pleasure with the man she claimed to love.

Because she hadn’t.

“RILEY!” Liam bellowed.

Her eyes flew open, and she grinned up at him. “Was it good for you, too? Yeah? Okie doke, lemme up!”

Liam’s palms were pressed into the sheet-covered mattress, one arm on either side of his wife. “Did you just FAKE an orgasm with me?” he demanded angrily, his complexion reddening with frustration and disbelief.

Chimes rang throughout the suite, indicating that someone had entered the quarters.

“All’s fair in love and hunger!” Riley exclaimed as she pushed Liam off her, leaving her wig behind on her pillow.

“I can’t believe you would even think to leave me like this!” Liam hollered in annoyance, his index finger pointing to his half-erect penis.

His wife didn’t even look his way. In less than 10 seconds, she had tossed her nightgown over her head, grabbed a robe, left Liam alone in the room and was greeting wait staff.

She kissed the startled employee full on the lips as her eyes took in all the food.

After two pieces of Chicken Kiev, two whole sausages, a huge portion of fried potatoes, and some green beans, Riley felt common sense return to her body. Her eyes rolled in ecstasy as she devoured a slice of the chocolate cake; it fully restored her senses and sensibilities. Completely satisfied, she hummed softly to herself as she stored the leftovers in the refrigerator.

Now she was ready to perform her wifely duties.

Happy wife, happy life.

The Queen entered the bedroom, her eyes taking in her still-naked King; Liam’s hands were interlocked behind his head, which rested on two king-sized pillows covered in silk casing. His body stretched the length of the bed, one ankle crossed over the other. He was watching an international news channel.

He did not look at his wife.

Riley bit her lip before standing in front of the television screen. She gave Liam a sultry look before enticingly sliding the robe off her body.

Liam picked up the remote and turned the electronic device off.

Undeterred, Riley slowly licked her lips as she skimmed her palms over her curves. Her fingers tugged at a black lace strap, rolling it off her shoulder.

Liam turned onto his side, away from Riley; he pressed his palms together, resting his hands on the pillows; his cheek lay on the back of his hands.

“ARE YOU SERIOUS RIGHT NOW?” Riley shrieked as she threw her robe at him.

Her husband lifted his head, his eyes mere slits as he glared at his wife. “I AM AS SERIOUS AS YOU WERE PERFORMING YOUR … “

He sat up, throwing his arms in the air. “I don’t even have WORDS for what the hell you did!”

“I WAS HUNGRY!” Riley stamped her foot against the carpet.

“You lied to me and made a mockery of the most sacred act of our marriage. I have nothing further to say to you,” Liam replied coolly as he laid back down in the bed.

Riley continued to stand, a stupefied look on her face. “I’m ready now,” she whined.

Liam exhaled a loud breath. “I am neither hungry nor horny.”

“I cannot believe you are making a huge deal about me delaying sex,” Riley huffed as she continued to undress.

“This isn’t about the SEX! It’s about you thinking you can get away with faking an orgasm with me! And in such an obvious way, as if you think I’m stupid! You were extremely selfish, Riley and you attempted to play on my intelligence!”

“You KNOW how I get, Liam! You KNOW!”

“Apparently, I don’t.”

Riley pushed her lips to the side as she considered how to make this right without admitting she was wrong. Naked, she climbed into the bed, pressing her ample breasts against Liam’s muscular back.

“Show me on the doll where I hurt you,” she whispered against his tawny-complexioned skin.

Liam attempted to shrug her off, but Riley clung to him like a burr.

“Is it here?” she kissed his shoulder blade.

No response.

“Here?” Her lips brushed the nape of his neck.

Despite his best efforts, Liam felt his cock stir as his erection began to grow.

“STOP THAT, Riley!” His hand harmlessly swatted air.

Riley’s hand reached around to encircle his shaft; she smirked in satisfaction. “Ahhhh, here it is. Let me kiss it better, love.”

Liam frowned as he debated his options: Continue to refuse his wife or receive oral gratification. His pleasure derived from hers; he had never needed her mouth on his sex, but he did want it. He did enjoy it.

Immensely.

She owed him an apology.

He rolled onto his back, his eyes closing in pleasure when he felt her other warm wetness wrapped around his cock.

The couple spent the remainder of the afternoon in bed, lost in each other.

Riley didn’t fake anything this time around.

Liam made sure of it.

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Follow Up: The NYT interview released today with our Megsy: "Meghan Markle Is a Dolphin Not a Shark At least when it comes to investing. The latest addition to her portfolio: the handbag brand Cesta Collective." by u/Von_und_zu_

Follow Up: The NYT interview released today with our Megsy: "Meghan Markle Is a ‘Dolphin,’ Not a Shark At least when it comes to investing. The latest addition to her portfolio: the handbag brand Cesta Collective." This is to follow up on my prior post today and Wenfot's (aka my hero Guest Moonbump) post from People Mag - both of those posts are based on this NYT article/interview released today. Our household subscribes and here is the full piece in all its absurd glory.I cannot believe anyone believes that Megsy actually has the fash-shaun influence to increase the sale of anything she puts on her body. She is a complete mess and a horrible human. Who would want to copy that?Side note: the article appears to have been updated (at 9:11 am EST) and the interview is now "from her home in Montecito" rarther than, as previously stated, "her home in Santa Monica."https://ift.tt/eYISMog post link: https://ift.tt/T8vF2nR author: Von_und_zu_ submitted: August 28, 2024 at 05:31PM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit disclaimer: all views + opinions expressed by the author of this post, as well as any comments and reblogs, are solely the author's own; they do not necessarily reflect the views of the administrator of this Tumblr blog. For entertainment only.

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music & vocaloids month ; eighteenth day.

synopsis: A weekend in Milan sounds like a pipe dream to some people. For you and Anne, it’s just an ordinary day; drinking coffee, eating a delicious breakfast or lunch and an evening fashion show for the latest Valentino collection.

# tags: scenario; friendship; fluff; fashion week; italy/milan; fancy life; influencer!reader; sfw

includes: female reader ft. anne faulkner {paradox live; bae}

The whole day today has been extremely successful for you and Anne a.k.a. your bestie. On a sunny morning you went for a long walk through the streets of Milan; you bought a few small souvenirs for yourself and your loved ones, and then both of you ate great breakfast in a roadside cafe, filled with the smell of freshly ground coffee, cookies and flowers; Italian bruschetta with the addition of soft cheese and sweet baked tomatoes was a 10 for you, while your friend opted for croissants with apricot jam and chocolate cream.

At lunch time you had dinner in a fancy restaurant in the middle of a big metropolis, where various pastas and red wine were the specialty. After your delicious meal you found the nearest gallery where you bought new clothes and some jewelry. Satisfied with your purchases, you returned to your apartment in a five-star hotel and put on slightly better clothes – clothes that would perfectly match today’s theme of the fashion show, i.e. black, blue and gold.

The show itself was great and relaxing, and the models on the runway were incredibly beautiful. You and Anne really appreciated a few clothes and from time to time, and you two chatted about them or accessory, as well as a hairstyle or shoes the models were wearing. In the meantime, you took some nice photos and short videos, which you quickly added on your social media with small captions next to them. Tonight was going to be really wonderful, even though it was only 20 minutes of Valentino’s show.

“... I must have these shoes and bag.” The pink-haired person suddenly said, and you just nodded looking at the beautiful dark-skinned model. Her angelic proportions and long legs matched perfectly with high-heeled shoes and a black handbag on her left shoulder. Every model was delightful – you couldn’t say otherwise.

“Look at that coat. Do you think it would suit me? The weather is perfect for such clothes…” You started uncertainly, looking at another (equally phenomenal) female model, and your friend just smiled.

“It will suit you, but only if you take it with... these boots.” They pointed to embellished heels and you giggled.

“Shoes are a must have, you’re right.” You replied immediately, sitting down more comfortably in a soft chair.

The show continued, and you and Anne still smiling, talking about clothes and plans for another day spent in the big city of luxury, fame and style.

previous day ; kaito ♡ next day ; ritsuka uenoyama from given

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vivwestdoll · 2 years

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How Fashion Shapes Us, How We Shape Fashion

Fashion is described as “a popular trend, especially in styles of dress and ornament or manners of behavior”. Most people don’t care about fashion more than the clothes they like to wear every day; however, fashion is a very complex topic, especially when you delve into its marketing and the artistry that goes into creating garments. It’s easy to conclude that rhetoric would be important for the marketing aspect of fashion, however the other parts are more difficult to draw connections to. How and why is rhetoric important to the fashion industry? How does our language shape fashion?

There are many different ways to market clothing. Depending on the brand and style of clothing, companies must appeal to different audiences. For example, you wouldn’t want to market the latest Miu Miu collection as an Old Navy ad, because it’s high fashion that only the ultra-rich could afford, so you want it to be classy and avant-garde rather than casual and cheap. Marketing sales for regular brands, such as American Eagle, Old Navy, or H&M, is also important in order to catch the attention of consumers. Companies want to seem like they’re giving out great deals in order for people to spend more to get money taken off of their purchase (such as “Buy One Get One 50% Off” sales). While displaying sales, companies use terms like “offer ending soon!” to make customers feel a sense of urgency.

The use of the term “our hottest sale of the year” makes this ad more enticing to customers, implying that they won’t get a better deal than now for the rest of the year. The text at the bottom, “overnight millionaire; could it be you?” also draws interest to their website or physical store locations, because it generates curiosity in customers. By getting more traction on their website or having more in-store visits, Old Navy is likely to make more sales. Additionally, making “50% Off” the largest text on the center of the page catches the attention of consumers and conveys the idea that this sale is a big deal.

Not only is fashion about money and style, but it can also be an art form. From handmade garments sold by small businesses online to large fashion houses that have existed for decades, the art of creating clothing is very intricate and can often portray a message with the fabric, draping, and silhouette of the clothing. Rhetoric can be used not only textually, but visually as well. When an artist creates a piece of art, they are often portraying a metaphor through some sort of visual media, such as a painting or a sculpture. The same goes for clothing, especially on the high-fashion end, and even garments that regular people create on their own. For example, when your grandmother knits a sweater for you, it’s a representation of how much she loves and cares for you. When a tailor fits your clothing, there is purpose behind every stitch, which is to make the clothing look a certain way on your body to convey a certain style. When fashion houses release seasonal collections, they often have themes, either historical or artistic. Sometimes they pay homage to designers and styles of the past, such as Chanel recreating the classic Coco Chanel handbag from 1955 in a more modern way, or they can be representing different themes with their clothing collections, such as Iris Van Herpen’s 2021 spring/summer collection “Roots of Rebirth”. This collection utilizes different textures and silhouettes to create the appearance of roots and webbing in order to depict the interconnectedness of life. Van Herpen designs her clothes in this collection to portray this message by focusing on how shapes and patterns work with and against the human figure.

The image above is one piece from Van Herpen’s “Roots of Rebirth” collection. The dress consists of many small, intricate lines that flow into one another, then connecting to larger pieces of flowing fabric along the neckline, sleeves, and skirt. Visually, it appears like a system of tree roots. In a more interpretive sense, one could argue that the smaller interconnected lines along the torso represent connections between smaller life forms, while the flow into the thicker, elegantly draped fabric depicts our connection to Earth and the universe.

Overall, there are multiple ways in which rhetoric aligns with the fashion industry. Rhetoric is around us all the time, so it is no surprise that its importance is also shown in our clothing. Rhetoric is important to the fashion industry because it controls the way that clothing is sold, which is important for companies to make money. Not only that, but rhetoric is important to the way that fashion is perceived. Everyone’s style conveys a message about their personality and their interests, which can be interpreted differently by the wearer and anyone who sees them. Clothing is a way to express oneself, whether you are wearing it or making it.

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Character Intro: Rhapso (Kingdom of Ichor)

Nicknames- Patroness of Seamstresses by the people of Olympius

Mother by her daughter

Age- 39 (immortal)

Location- Athens, Olympius

Personality- She's confident, magnetic, & creative, considering fashion to be the greatest art in existence. Her love for fashion runs deeper than the ichor in her veins. She's casually dating.

She has the standard abilities of a goddess except shapeshifting. As the goddess of sewing her other powers/abilities include clothing generation/manipulation, filukinesis (thread manipulation), cosmetic manipulation (not on par with Aphrodite), metáxikinesis (silk generation/manipulation), fashion mastery, and being able to telekinetically control sewing equipment. She can also manipulate other fabrics as well.

Rhapso has one child- a daughter Móda (goddess of fashion). They have a close relationship- their love & passion for fashion being the glue that binds them. She keeps in touch with her daughter through phone calls and texts & she also visits her in New Olympus often. Rhapso gave Móda the down payment to jump start her fashion brand. A common bonding activity is when they work on designs & sketches with each other.

She lives in "Olympius' Fashion Capital," Athens! Rhapso resides in a stylish luxurious white marble mansion. There's an imposing glass atrium that makes both the main level and 1st floor incredibly bright. Curtains made out of exceptional organza silk, chiffon, & satin hang from the windows. Her favorite room of course is her closet which nearly spans 3,000 sq. ft. All of her clothing, shoes, handbags, and accessories are expertly catalogued by her personal assistant, an oread named Zaltana. The closet has floor-to-ceiling glass walls. Rhapso usually gets around in her chic pastel peach colored sports car that has a rich cream colored leather interior. She has three pets, all of them dogs. There's a chihuahua (a boy) named Bravo, a cavalier king charles spaniel (a girl) named Dolce, & a bichon frise (a girl) named Chiffon. Rhapso loves dressing them up in the little outfits she designs for them!

A typical breakfast for her would usually be scrambled egg whites (added with mushrooms, scallions, & olives), a few slices of avacado toast, and a small bowl of yogurt & granola (topped with banana slices, almonds, & honey). She also likes the Earthly Harvest cinnamon oat crunch cereal.

Rhapso maintains her slender and petite figure through jogging, yoga, and using her private home gym twice a week.

Even though it's a bit snooty & biased, she feels there is no better place to live in Olympius than Athens. The greatest thing (aside from herself) to ever come from Athens is The Parthenon, the undisputed symbol of wealth, intelligence, and culture.

A go-to drink for her is a peach martini. She also likes cosmopolitans, champagne, mimosas, classic martinis, bellinis, watermelon margaritas, & coquito milkshakes. Her usuals from The Roasted Bean is a large caramel latte and a medium peach iced tea.

An all time favorite frozen treat of hers is peach sorbet. She'll get a large cup at The Frozen Spoon.

Rhapso is one of the few minor deities that has a temple built in their honor. It's just 20 miles from where she lives. She believes that a star on the Pantheon Walk of Fame is the next step.

She firmly believes that a person's clothes are an extension of one's self, so she always makes sure she looks her best, even if she's dressed casually to run an errand. There has never been a paparazzi photo of Rhapso looking "off".

She's the latest goddess to have a glamour doll collectible!

Her favorite thing from The Bread Box is a chicken cheesesteak sandwich (on lightly toasted panini bread) with a regular garden salad drizzled in olive oil dressing.

Rhapso has quite the social media presence on Fatestagram & PanopTube. On PanopTube she'll usually post clothing hauls, shopping vlogs, as well as behing the scene videos of her fashion brand. Her closet tour video has over thirty million views!

She's a very busy goddess with many avenues of income. Her pride and joy has been her fashion brand ýfasma óneiro, which became established a few years ago. A visual treat of "opulence & feminity", the brand includes eyewear, shoes, handbags, haute couture, and casual wear- with the latest addition being shapewear. Some notable features of the brand are the tulle skirts and layers of organza silk. With rave reviews from New Olympus Fashion Week (NOFW) & good word of mouth from the Queen, the brand's popularity continues to rise. Rhapso loves being her own boss and the collaborative energy she has with the other designers on her team. She also loves shouting out other designers in the industry! For other means of income she also oversees the Athens Fashion Institute of Technology as well as being a professional interior designer & stylist! Many people pay thousands upon thousands of drachmas for her services. A latest client was the bratty 12-year-old daughter of Lord Dion (who presides over Laconia) named Carya. It was for her birthday bash. A current project of hers is the soon-to-be released first issue of her fashion magazine I Leitourgía.

Besides her own brand she likes her daughter's fashion brand Paloma, Luxuria, Maison du Drame, Persuasions (says they have the best skinny jeans), & Diamond Ave.

In the pantheon Rhapso's friends with Litismós (goddess of culture), Pherusa (goddess of substance & farm estates), Eváeros (goddess of air & the zodiacs), Theia (Titaness of sight & heavenly light), Felis (Titaness of cats), Philotes (goddess of sex, friendship, & affection), Dimósia (goddess of debate), Matikós (god of performance), Kéfi (goddess of mirth), Aígli (goddess of glamour), Dione, Orthosia (goddess of wealth), and Clymene (Titaness of fame & renown).

For her most recent birthday she was pleasantly shocked with a surprise party thrown by her daughter & Kéfi. It was attended by Rhaspo's close friends where they presented her with an elaborate birthday cake that was in the shape of a pair of her brand's strappy heels! Orthosia came up with the party favors- mini jeweled bustier key charms!

Her favorite dessert is the cinnamon cashew baklava from Hollyhock's Bakery.

As far as her dating life goes, Rhapos's last serious relationship was with a merman named Marino. Lately she's been enjoying the single life, taking in the nightlife with Orthosia, Felis, & Kéfi. She even made out with her personal chef, a mortal man named Petros. Her interactions with Neicus (god of debate & appeal) have been more flirtatious.

She's traveled to the Underworld a few times to see fashion shows of The Moirai's fashion brand Apokomména Nímata, gushing over the avant garde embroidery & beading.

A guilty pleasure of hers are the piononos her daughter makes and brings for her whenever she visits Athens.

In her free time Rhapso loves working on new designs! She also enjoys shopping, dining out, going to the cinema, sailing, ballroom dancing, sewing (is a part of The Moirai's sewing/knitting circle), and clubbing.

Her favorite meal is pastitsio.

"Fashion is the armor to survive the reality of everyday life."

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