#pink qipao

[cnladies]

XU JIAQI 许佳琪 in qipao/cheongsam | Sohu Event

Xu Jiaqi: more photos here events: more photos here

[andelkacroatia]

[oyakodon-19]

Qipao Ojisan

[papaiyatree]

Ur fave look(s) of Lady Shiva 👀?

honestly i have no idea bc i have the most. horrible of memories HOWEVER i DO have the vaguest of memories and pinterest so

short hair bob shiva of like. the 00's era (??) thr thick hair is really cool but i alrdy associate it with cheshire so yk

and these stuff

[ericafails]

So this is the original lining for the other dress. I wound up deciding I wanted to go in a different direction for it, but had already cut and pieced together this so I just made up some seam binding and finished it up.

I made a dress for the 2024 Eisners ceremony!

It’s made of a gold foil covered linen, the appliqués are shantung and there are over 7000 hand applied and sewn rhinestones and beads on this baby.

I’m sorry this is the highest quality gif that Tumblr would allow me to post of how sparkly it is when it’s moving:

[destruteka]

Dragon year

Although it was a bit difficult to modify this qipao for his wings, Gila can now wear this beautiful garment to celebrate the new lunar year with the pandas !

Posted using PostyBirb

[shalomniscient]

How does alpha!Feixiao act when her omega is in heat?

[nsft utc]

oh good heavens… the moment feixiao steps into the house and is bombarded with your heat-scent, thick and cloying as molasses, she’s instantly fishing her phone out of her pocket to fire off a quick text to her retainers, saying she’ll be indisposed for the next two or three days. after that, she’s beelining to your bedroom, nearly panting as the scent of your pure need coats the inside of her throat and lungs with each breath. aeons, she isn’t even in the room yet and her cock is already straining against her shorts.

she’d be a little embarassed, if you weren’t the exact same when she nearly kicks down the bedroom door. feixiao’s fangs ache when she sees you, curled up in bed, bare as the day you were born with only a spare coat of hers clutched tightly in your hand. the other is buried between your legs where your thighs are painted with your own slick, glossy against your skin as it drips onto the sheets. a ruddy flush has settled almost permanently on your body, from your neck down to your chest. you whine as she steps closer, no doubt smelling her own scent now hot and heavy with her own need. you release her spare coat in favor of grabbing directly at her, fingers winding in the fabric of her qipao as you tug her down, desperate babbles spilling from your lips nearly bitten raw.

please, you whisper, hoarse and needy, please, fei, need you, please it hurts, hurts so bad—

she shushes you with a soft coo then catches your lips in a gentle kiss. she draws the hand buried between your thighs that had been hopelessly drawing circles on your stiff clit, and laces her fingers with it. your slick is warm on her already heated skin. it webs between her fingers like threads of glossy silk, smearing over her palm until it’s shiny. aeons, she needs to be inside you, feel it coating her cock instead—

—but she restrains herself, swallows thickly, and uses her other hand to replace your own. you throw your head back, exposing the damp column of your neck as a breathy moan escapes you. your lashes flutter, wetting your already tear-streaked cheeks with fresh tears. you’re tight around her fingers, just the two she has up to the knuckle inside you. her fingertips massage your inner walls, their movement creating obscenely wet noises that echo around the room and reverberate in her ears. feixiao kisses the corner of your mouth as you arch your back and cum with a sob of pure relief, your free hand clawing into her broad back. she makes you cum once more, then again, before switching out her fingers for her mouth.

she eats you—or rather, drinks you like she needs you to survive. her tongue laps at your soaked labia, shivering as the taste of you blooms on her tastebuds. she sucks on the soft flesh, lips smacking before using her tongue to part them. she kitten licks at the tender, blush-pink skin, soft under her ministrations. her chin is smeared with gossamer slick. her fingers dig into the plush of your thighs, marking them with delicate crescents. she groans right into your cunt as your fingers tangle in her long, platinum hair, blunt nails scratching at her scalp by the base of her ears. and she moans when she plunges her tongue into your willing and wanting entrance, more of your taste spilling into her willing and wanting mouth. she noses against your pussy, inhaling the scent of you as you cream so prettily. the cloying sweetness coats her throat and lines the walls of her lungs as she breathes in, diffusing into her bloodstream and setting her veins on fire with need. she tongue-fucks you almost ruthlessly until you’re squirting all over her face, utterly brain-dead and messy with your orgasm, and even then—even then she isn’t done. her hands trail down the softness of your thighs to the curve of your ass, then she’s lifting; up and up and into her greedy mouth. she throws your knees over her shoulders, vaguely aware of the way your legs kick out. her cock—still clothed—presses against the small of your back in this position. she doubles her efforts this time around, alternating between sucking on the painfully hard nub of your clit and fucking her tongue deep into your slick hole. she bobs her head almost as if she’s blowing you, making a complete and utter mess but neither of you are in any real headspace to care. you cum again, predictably, with a howl of her name, heels digging into her back and pulling her impossibly closer still.

it’s only then, once she’s satiated her hunger for your taste, does she finally give you her cock. she slips in with no resistance at all, your entrance needily sucking her in. her body molds against yours as she takes you flat on your back, your legs rising to lock your ankles around her lower back. it’s a little basic, but feixiao prefers to take you this way for the first few hours after your heat begins, when the haze in your brain is the thickest. like this, she can kiss you whenever she wants, and watch the way your expressions blossom in ones of pure pleasure and relief—pleasure and relief that she gives you. she is less harsh with her cock, fucking you slowly but deeply, ensuring you feel every ridge and vein against your fluttering walls. her teeth worry the mating bite on your shoulder, tongue lapping at the skin there as if trying to taste the scent that bleeds from it. her hips meet yours with a wet smack with each languid drive.

you whimper and whine into her ear—feels good, ‘s good, don’t stop, don’t stop—and she rumbles low in her throat in response. you feel like velvet around her, so warm and tight that feixiao might never want to leave. the way you squeeze her has her groaning into your sweat-slicked shoulder, her breathing turning into ragged pants. she can feel the base of her cock swell; her knot forming rapidly as her balls tighten. and you must feel it too, the way she twitches inside you, because you lift your arms to wrap around her back, tugging her down into your chest, close enough as if you want to feel her heartbeat against yours. your hands cradle the back of her head as you kiss her, sweet as honey, breathing your need into her mouth. she swallows greedily, desperately, letting it settle low in her gut and making her buck her hips a little harsher.

knot me, please— please, feixiao, alpha, please—

and for all her strength as arbiter-general, chosen of lan, hunter of hunters, and merlin’s claw, she is nowhere strong enough to ever deny anything you ask of her. she bites down on your shoulder, fangs breaking skin, and pushes her knot into you with a slick pop. there’s no stopping it, then. she swells inside you, locking wholly and truly within you, and cums until she feels dizzy. her hips stutter and jerk, as best as they can with how her knot keeps her in place, and she fucks her seed deeper into you. you keen in response, clenching down around her, milking her dry as she fills you up with each stroke. a frothy ring of white forms around her base, and she feels another spurt of cum shoot from her tip at the sight. your heat starts to soothe as her cum paints your walls, the raging, angry fire dimming down into a gentle warmth emanating from your abdomen.

you hold her close in the afterglow, both of you lightheaded with oxytocin. feixiao rests on top of you, and you purr softly at the feeling of your alpha against you, the lines of your bodies molding into one. and in a few hours, she’ll take you again, and again, and again until your heat fizzles out and all that’s left is tenderness and soft whispers of affection.

[livelaughlovesubs]

Hi hii for the prompt event can i request dressing childe/tartaglia in degrading outfit? 🙏🙏 take ur time and thankss ^^

Hiiii it’s been so long since I last saw Childes name in my inbox, hope this is to your liking :>

Dom!reader x sub!childe

Warning: feminisation, teasing, cross-dressing

Anniversary event

“Is.. this really my size?” His awkward laugh echoed from the changing rooms, alongside the flicker of the shoji screen. You reassured him by yelling back, “I’m sure of it, it’s supposed to be a little tight. Are you done? Then come out.” One look and anyone could tell you were getting impatient, tapping your finger on your knee, gaze wandering around the establishment to look for anything interesting.

Despite your clear orders, he still hesitated, this time his hand emerged from behind the rood divider. “Are we alone?” The ginger asked, still mysteriously hiding himself, an act that was very uncharacteristic for him. “Yes, we are still alone, just like ten minutes ago.” You groaned, rolling your eyes at his behaviour. “Haha… right.” Tartaglia answered meekly, running out of excuses to use. The atmosphere was so dry, and so uncomfortable.

This time he really shot himself in the knees. He challenged you to a bet, and instead of you meticulously analysing your chances, you immediately agreed. That should have been enough of a sign, you’d never take on a gamble so quickly except it isn’t one. As things have been planned from the beginning, he lost, and had to obey to whatever conditions you set for him. Great, absolutely fantastic.

But why did your request have to hurt his pride like that? He could barely stand straight without shaking with his knees, and now you want him to expose himself to you? Bloody hell, you were so cruel he could feel himself falling for you all over again.

“Ajax, you really are testing my patience. If you don’t come out now, I’ll-” suddenly he moved the paper wall to the side and walked over to you, sighing defeated, “alright alright, I’m here okay?” Your expression changed for a split second, something like shock grazed your features, before you composed yourself again. He tried to stand normal and unbothered while your eyes scanned over his body, tracing every outline and shadow, devouring every inch of his body.

He felt like a prey being toyed with by the predator, you were making him squirm with that intense stare. That’s why you avoided eye contact, jumped from one foot to the other, and kept doing god-knows-what with his hands. At some point you were fed up and said, “hold still, are you a dancing monkey or what?” Childe could only response with another forced laugh.

As for why you were eyeing him up and down so much, well, simply put, he was wearing woman’s clothing. A qipao in a pretty dark red colour, the shade kind of reminded you of blood. Since the dress was cut to fit the build of a woman, it looked clumsy around his fairly muscular body. And even though it looked out of place, you still thought it was quite attractive. Unlike his usual fashion, the dress showed off his curves and exposed his bare legs, what seems to add to his embarrassment.

“Looks good.” You gave him a short, almost forced compliment. It wasn’t a lie, just you had way more to say than a simple ‘looks good’. “Wow, thanks I guess.” Tartaglia groaned, crossing his arms in front of his chest. Seeing what little effect your praise had, you decided to try again, “I mean it, you look good as a girl, as my woman.” Out of nowhere his body twitched and tensed up, he didn’t answer you verbally but with his body language. If he had a tail, it’d be wagging like crazy.

“Are you done gawking?” The male eventually asked, his face and shoulders got painted bright pink. His eyes told you the truth, that he was humiliated, ashamed and yet also excited. “What’s with the rush, can’t wait to show your new look off to the other people?” You teased, and your words immediately got his attention, making his brain ratter, “what do you mean by that?” A smirk plastered your lips, you chuckled amused as you explained, “we are going to have a nice little date night today, and you aren’t going to change until I’m done with you.”

The way the colours left his face, letting him become as pale of a ghost was pretty amazing. He was trying so hard to accept his current situation, his legs were shaking again. “Come on, I already paid for the dress. So let’s put it to good use.” You encouraged him, holding his normal wear in your arms, now he couldn’t even run anymore. It seems there was no way around the straight up shameful act he was going to commit, and as if to add salt to the wound, he felt himself getting hard beneath the skin tight dress~ ♥︎

You walked ahead of him, motioning for him to follow you. All he could do was obey your commands with a sheepish smile, quickly rushing to your side while letting you show him off like your own little pet.

[rainbow-zebra-art]

Full-color character commission for CodyMacArthurFett!

We started with the idea of "what kind of Chinese-inspired dress Nora would wear to her wedding with Lie Ren". And it escalated quickly! Designing these outfits turned out to be a tricky task too. So tricky that Cody decided to turn two of three options into finished pieces 😄

For both outfits, it's the color combination of Ren's green and Nora's pink color. The cloud embroidery is supposed to allude to Nora's theme and Semblance (thunder and lightning). Adding the dragon image was suggested by Cody, and I think it's very appropriate for the RWBY universe, keeping in mind the two Gods who created Remnant. The hair jewelry includes various lotus variations (Ren's symbol) and the first one also includes hearts (Nora's symbol).

Form-wise, the first dress is inspired by Chinese qipao, but with a more "fantasy" rendition. Eventually, we came to the thought that it can fit into the "fancy going out dress" narrative more. The second is inspired by one of the hanfu types, also known as qiyao ruqun (waist-positioned dress). And it has a wedding headdress.

Well, that's enough of my obscure chatter! Let me and Cody know: which outfit do you like more and why? We're collecting statistics at this point! 😁 P.S. With Cody's permission, I published all the sketches for this commission on my Boosty: https://boosty.to/rainbowzebra

[xylomilo]

Whenever Jay falls asleep, he has strange dreams.

There’s a woman, with long, wavy black hair. Her face is always obscured by shadows, but Jay knows that she’s smiling at him; smiling at him with the biggest smile that no one has ever given him before. She wears a long dress, he doesn’t know if it’s a qipao or a kimono, but it matches her perfectly, a bright rose red.

Or maybe it was a soft pale pink.

Or maybe it was a cool ocean blue.

The woman grabs his hand, and he jolts at the sensation of her cool skin against his warmth. She says something. It’s muffled, and Jay tries to listen, but he can’t, her words are getting fuzzy, his ears are ringing, the hand in his isn’t real, his hand isn’t real, his body isn’t real, this isn’t real-

It’s dark. Stars decorate the night sky like freckles. There’s another woman, one with blonde hair, and she holds him as if her arms were molded to do so, molded to love him. She’s soft and warm and Jay leans into her touch, eyes gazing up at her obscured face.

The woman speaks but there’s no words. Her voice trembles, Jay knows it does as she stumbles over her words and chokes back sobs. A few tears fall onto his soft face and she quickly wipes them away.

The woman hands him to an older one, and she holds him with the same warmth, but he doesn’t like it. He sobs and cries and reaches out to the woman with blonde hair, and she hesitates. Her hands tremble before she pulls back, words barely audible througher her sobs.

“I love you.”

Oh.

The woman with black hair had said the same thing.

Jay wonders if it’s real, their warmth, their softness, their love; he doesn’t know who they are but they’re so familiar. Like he knew them in a past life.

Jay wakes up with a jolt, eyes wide and chest heaving. He’s sitting under a tree, leaves shielding him from the pouring rain and arms wrapped around himself to keep himself warm.

Jay gathers his supplies quickly and stretches before he begins to walk. He has a job to do; reminiscing on forgotten memories won’t help him. It never does.

[cnladies]

LIU YAN 柳岩 | 15th Golden Eagle Festival Opening Ceremony Program

Liu Yan: more photos here Golden Eagle Awards: more photos here

[bonesart]

Gift for @gorgugplushie in the @d20exchange!

I love love loved your Ayda design so gave it a shot in my style. (click the readmore to get a silly surprise)

[ID: a digital painting of Ayda Aguefort from Dimension 20: Fantasy High shown looking at the viewer from the chest up. She is a young black girl and phoenix aasimar. She has short hair made of flames, golden sclera, black irises, and grey and orange pupils. There are several smaller eyes clustered around her main two eyes, centered mainly on the left eye. She has large golden wings in the place of ears, and small golden feathers sporadically spread on her shoulders. She is wearing a dark grey sleeveless qipao with red piping, gold button closures and an embossed mosaic pattern. Floating around her head are incorporeal eyes that match the blue, and pink of the hottest parts of her flames. Behind her is a halo made of smoke, rimmed by the glow of an orange-red fire]

[ID: the same image as above with the halo removed and text in capitalized bold impact font. The top text reads “looks at” and is somewhat obscured by Ayda’s fire hair. The bottom text reads “looks at you with my autistic eyes”]

[x-emeraldsky-x]

Sasuke pressed his index finger to his lips, looking up at Sakura from where he sat. She continued to cut ingredients for dinner, noticing his gaze after a few minutes. He averted his eyes, cheeks dusted a light pink. He tried to play it off by resting his chin on his hand, but Sakura new this game all too well.

His indirect question was answered with a gentle kiss, the taste of cucumber and capsicum tingling off Sakura's lips. She's always had a habit of snacking on her cooking ingredients. He brought his hand to the back of her neck to deepen the kiss, subsequently stopping her weak attempt to pull away. Sakura obliged in his desire until her back strained from leaning. She nipped his lip, causing him to yelp, and made her escape during his distraction.

"How about after I cook dinner, hm?"

Sasuke pouted. He wanted her now, and his desire for her outweighed any desire to wait, but there was promise in her voice. Promise that after cooking, she'll take him to their bedroom and pin him down. And for that, Sasuke would wait a lifetime if he needed to.

He watched her closely, every small tense of her muscular arms made him want to be held, the short glances of her eyes made him want to be seen, and the gentle grip of her hands made him want to be touched. Every second he spent staring, the more he sat wanting.

Sakura finished chopping and turned to the stove, a pan already oiled and heated waiting for her. Sasuke shifted the chair to see better, marvelling at how unphased she was when the oil splashed on her arm when the ingredients went in.

Part of him felt silly for finding such small things so amazing, but the growing impatience pushed the thought to the back of his mind.

He watched her swirl the vegetables with a wooden spoon, taking note of her concentration and technique. Sasuke felt a pang of jealously in his chest, even though it was just a pan and spoon. He wanted her focus on him.

Sasuke stood from his chair and shuffled next to her, looking up at her and resuggesting his advance.

This time, however, Sakura didn't pull her gaze to him, she didn't lean in nor did she pause what she was doing. Sasuke pulled himself closer, placing himself in her periphery.

"Sakura," he started. His words turning into mumbers the more he spoke. "Please... please kiss me."

Sakura hummed, finally catching his presence. It took her a moment to process his words, and she laughed a little once she did.

"You're too cute," she said, tilting her head forward and chuckling. "Last one."

Sasuke connected their lips impatiently, gripping Sakura's qipao tightly in his hand to pull her closer. Sakura caved to his desires until the smell of burning zucchini broke their kiss.

She worked quickly to try and correct the error, hoping the slight char wouldn't affect the overall dish too badly. In the end, though, it was only for them. Sakura would eat anything put on the table, and Sasuke would eat anything Sakura prepared for him, so nothing would be wasted.

Sasuke slowly pulled away despite his desires, giving Sakura some room to move. He returned to his chair and went back to watching her, licking his lips to savour the taste of her lip balm. An off vanilla taste that mixed poorly with onion and pepper. He loved it regardless, mostly because it came from her.

As the clock ticked by and the pops of the oil slowed, Sakura's gentle humming came into ear. It was an unfamiliar tune, something from Naruto's interests he assumed, but it was soothing. She often hummed like this during her tasks, the house was rarely quiet because of it.

Sasuke didn't mind it either. Like this, everything was cozy and warm. Calm despite the nature of the Hidden Leaf and it's prized medical ninja. It had become home after all those years away, and in the end, Sasuke didn't mind waiting if it was like this.

His eyes slowly fluttered shut as he listened, almost slipping into sleep then and there. About fifteen minutes left until dinner was ready and he'd have her full attention. About fifteen minutes of hearing her hum.

They were fifteen minutes he didn't mind at all.

[loosiap]

tfbodyhipmandarintop, afbodyqipao and afbodydresschina replaced with LetoMills’ shoeswap of Io’s Triad dress

everyday and formal categories; normal shoe sound; adult’s outfits enabled for y.adults; fat morph, no preg morph; polycount 2.6k; swatches under the cut

All of them: DOWNLOAD MF | SFS

TFbody hipmandarintop only: DOWNLOAD MF | SFS

AFbody qipao + dresschina: DOWNLOAD MF | SFS

AFbody qipao only: DOWNLOAD MF | SFS

AFbody dresschina only: DOWNLOAD MF | SFS

Credits: EAMaxis, Io/Serabiet, Lemonlion, @letomills

EDIT 10.01.2024: I fixed issue with red dress in the TFbodyhipmandarintop only default.

TFbody hipmandarintop (from base game):

names of used recolours (left to right) → petrol, dawn, bronze, pink and purple by Lemonlion, red, lilac

AFbody qipao (base game):

→ red, dawn, lilac

AFbody dresschina (base game):

→ petrol, bronze

[konradeketchup]

Shinoten Fankid: Susu Aburame

As promised, here's the Shinoten fankid! Her name is Susu Aburame!

(I'm going to ramble a bit now)

The name Susu (簌簌 - pronounced as Soo-soo) has chinese origins and its literal definition is "a very slight sound" and often means "a quiet person" according to the research I made. I chose it because of its repeating character "簌" (sù) as it follows Tenten's repeating character of 天 (Tian). I also just found it cute! It has an "S" like Shino and his father Shibi do, and it would be cool if they kept following that trend of including the letter S just for fun!

Susu's clothing resembles both of her parents, wearing a green cropped jacket and a traditional chinese pink qipao/cheongsam underneath. Using glasses was not exactly necessary since she's not a full Aburame, but she thinks they look awesome so she doesn't remove them often

Both of her two braids and bows resemble dragonflies, as their body is long and thin and their lower wings are bigger than the upper ones. (A common name I have seen to refer Shinoten as is "Dragonfly" and it makes a lot of sense, so I decided to include that symbolism because of it. It's super cute 🥹)

A bit more about her!

- She is 12 years old and in Boruto's class, meaning that her dad is her teacher!

- Susu is introverted and struggles with showing her emotions, so most of her classmates find her a bit creepy, but she is really trying her best to open up!

- She loves spring rolls and it's one of her favorite foods!

- Her body holds both kikaichu and kidaichu. It's capable of holding much more dangerous insects, but Shino wanted her to be safe and have a normal childhood 🤙

- Susu is great at sealing techniques and weaponry! Tenten taught her a lot about them!

And that would be it! Hope you like her! 🦋

[danni-gurrl]

Pink satin dress. Not exactly a cheongsam/qipao, but inspired by them.