#red rose midi

[shopwitchvamp]

Red, White, and Blue. But like, in an Utena honoring way rather than USA USA 🖤witchvamp.com🖤

[shopwitchvamp]

omg so cuuute! thanks for sharing :D

Wearing @shopwitchvamp 's rose midi skirt today and I Had to get pictures of it

It looks so long on me but I am just tiny lol

[thedroneranger]

Buzzing Romance

Robert "Bob" Floyd

Synopsis: You and Bob have always vibed, and now it's time for this budding romance to blossom.

Note: Hi, friends! I know I've been MIA around these parts. And I hate it, but priorities. Anywho, I wanted to stop by, drop this little gift and say happy Valentine's Day! And say thank you to those who continue to message, chat, tag and send asks 🖤 This fic is a companion to Vibe Check and Sending Vibes. Reading one or both will provide additional context but isn't mandatory. Enjoy!

Warnings: 18+ only, fluffy but sex toys.

Word count: 1.1k

Bob wanted tonight to be perfect. Along with dinner at a steakhouse you’d been jonesing to try, he had a beautiful bouquet of roses to give you. 

Ever the perfectionist, Bob had called his florist friend, Riley. Since Bob always made sure Riley was on the shortlist for any local Navy events, he had an open line of favors ready for redemption.  

A few days later, Bob spent over an hour in Riley’s shop, before she opened at seven in the morning, handpicking the biggest, reddest roses.

Later after work at home, Bob spent another 30 minutes adding the final touch. A 25th rose that would never die—as long as you kept it charged. He wanted to confirm that not even a petal was out of place, and the rose-shaped vibrator was well hidden so you didn’t notice at first glance. 

Meanwhile, you were at your place—a rare occasion on its own. However, you were also giddy to get glammed up and go out on a real date with Bob. The thought made you laugh. 

It was clear you and Bob were in this for the long haul, but nothing about your relationship was traditional. You’d been seeing each other exclusively—a mutual decision—for nearly a year but had yet to formally define the relationship. 

Hell, you were still discovering new things about one another. Barely a month ago, Bob found out about your culinary skills when you cooked him his favorite meal as a welcome home surprise. 

The same night he also saw you in something other than an oversized Naval Academy t-shirt for the first time. You thought Bob’s eyes might bulge out of his head when you donned a sheer nude bra and panty set embroidered with the most delicate flowers.

You were hoping Bob would have a similar reaction tonight when he saw you dressed up for something other than a work-related gala. Your gala gowns were always striking but also conservative since you were among colleagues and leadership. Secretly, you hoped Bob fantasized about what was under your garb during galas as much as you fantasized about what was under his dress uniform. 

Your phone shook you from your fantasies. Bob messaged to check that a 6:45 pickup left you plenty of time to get ready. After responding, you put your phone back on the bathroom counter to inspect your face one more time before going to your room to put on your outfit. 

Bob was having nearly the exact same thoughts about your relationship, firsts and fantasies as he stood in front of the mirror, deciding which switch shirt to pair with his slim-cut gray suit. It felt cliche, given the holiday, but he decided to go with a soft pink shirt. One last check of his carefully styled hair, and then Bob was sliding into his two-door 90s Silverado. 

Fifteen minutes later, Bob rolled to a stop in front of your rental. Flowers in hand, he strode to the front door. He poked the doorbell and waited. 

You didn’t even bother to look before you flung the door open. “Hi,” you sweetly greeted him. He nearly dropped the bouquet. Bob couldn’t help but let his gaze roam over your body. 

The sheer bodice and the low sweetheart neckline of your top had him reminiscing about his first night home from his last deployment. The silk high-waisted midi skirt and strappy heels you paired it with were the perfect compliment.

Remembering he was standing on your doorstep, Bob’s wits came about him. “You look amazing.”

“Thank you.” You chuckled. There was no way Bob’s cheeks weren’t as red as the flowers in his hand. 

“These are for you!” He gently held the bouquet out. 

Your face lit up as you used both hands to take it. “These are gorgeous! Do I have time to put them in water?”

“Of course.” Bob smiled. “I’ll get the door.” You thanked him and turned to go inside. He closed the front door and trailed you into your kitchen. 

“Here.” You gave him the bouquet back as you reached into the top of a cabinet to get a vase. While your back was turned, he adjusted the vibrator to be a smidge more obvious. “Come.” You waved a hand from him to join you at the sink. 

While the vase filled with water, you grabbed some scissors, and then turned off the faucet. Then you pulled a rose from the bunch to snip the bottom. “These are gorgeous, Bob.”

His smile widened. “I hand picked them.” You stopped to look at him in disbelief. He shrugged. You smirked as you grabbed another rose and trimmed the end before placing it in the vase. Bob watched as you continued to pick roses and diagonally trim the ends. 

Then, you saw it. You froze and looked at Bob. He was smirking. Your expression morphed to mirror his as you unearthed the rose-shaped vibrator. Your eyes flitted between him and the toy. 

“It’s kinda our thing, isn’t it?” He said with a wink. Bob placed what was left of the uncut bouquet on the counter. You also sat the vibrator there, and then wrapped your arms around his neck. His hands came to rest on your hips as he looked at you. 

“You never cease to amaze me, Bobby.” Your gazes were locked. Your fingers brushed the short hairs at the back of his neck. 

“I have to admit my intentions aren’t purely altruistic.”

“Oh?” Your eyebrow arched as he began to slightly sway you as if music were playing.

“I want to take my girlfriend to dinner.” Bob stopped moving and let his hands wander to the small of your back to pull you closer.

You bit your lip to cull the smile involuntarily pulling the corners of your mouth. “I would love for my boyfriend to take me to dinner.” You could feel the excitement in Bob’s embrace. “And afterward, I hope he’s willing to test out the gift he bought me.”

Bob’s face lit up with both a smile and rosy cheeks. He gladly accepted your lips against his and let his hand drop to cup your backside. You caught him off guard by nipping his lip when he gave you a squeeze. “Let’s skip dinner. I want to go straight to dessert,” he stated. You giggled as you uncoiled your arms from his neck and let a hand come to rest on his chest.

With a playful eye roll, you turned to the counter and finished trimming the roses. Patiently, Bob watched you situate the blooms. When you were done, you took the vase to the living room and sat it in the middle of the coffee table. While you admired your bouquet, Bob went to the bedroom to leave a single rose on the nightstand—ready to keep your romance buzzing.

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[chic-a-gigot]

L'Art et la mode, no. 28, vol. 15, 14 juillet 1894, Paris. Art & Chiffons. Bibliothèque nationale de France

Robe en lainage rose, boutonnant derrière. Garniture de guipure blanche.

Pink woolen dress, buttoned at the back. White guipure trim.

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Robe en batiste ciel. Garniture de linon brodé. Guimpe plissée.

Sky cambric dress. Embroidered lawn trim. Pleated wimple.

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Toilette en taffetas changeant. Garniture de bouillonés de mousseline de soie. Col, ceinture et nœuds de satin noir.

Changing taffeta ensemble. Garnished with chiffon bouillons. Black satin collar, belt and bows.

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Toilette en linon à fleurettes, de point à l’aiguille.

Ensemble in flowered lawn, needlepoint.

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Ding ding! Ding ding! Le glas du départ est sonné, le Bois est désert, les salons sont clos. Paris a beau être joli et charmant, il faut s’en aller, qui à la mer, qui à la forêt, qui à la montagne, et quand l���époque du voyage est fixée, la malle est vite faite.

Au risque de passer pour rabâcheuse, il faut bien dire encore une fois que le blanc domine.

La vigogne fait des costumes simples et élégants, privés du moindre ornement; on ne les garnit que de grosses piqûres et d’énormes boutons de nacre.

La serge bleue semble être la nuance préférée des bicyclistes féminines, avec galons de mohair blanc ou rouge, ou écru; le chapeau Escadre en toile ou en serge bleue.

La saison s’annonce déjà très brillante à Cabourg, et l’on y fait, paraît-il, deux et même trois toilettes par jour… le matin, ce sont des costumes tailleur en covercoat, avec biais piqué dans le bas, petite jaquette pareille, col rose ou lilas, cravate en batiste; l’après-midi, ce sont les robes de piqué blanc, avec devant froufrou en crêpe de chine, boléro écourté sur des dentelles vaporeuses superposées, ce qui est plus habillé que le simple flottant de surah; mais ce qui domine, c’est la robe de mousseline à pois brochés, enrichie de volants ourlés de dentelles; à côté de ce genre, le style Pompadour, avec dentelles écrues; quant aux nœuds de rubans, on les sème partout, au relevé de la jupe, à la berthe au cou, à la ceinture, jamais le ruban n’a été aussi en vogue.

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Ding ding! Ding ding! The death knell has sounded, the Bois is deserted, the salons are closed. Paris may be pretty and charming, but you have to go, some to the sea, some to the forest, some to the mountains, and when the time of the trip is set, the trunk is quickly packed.

At the risk of coming across as harping, it must be said once again that white dominates.

The vicuña makes simple and elegant costumes, deprived of the slightest ornament; they are only garnished with large stitches and enormous mother-of-pearl buttons.

Blue serge seems to be the favorite shade of female cyclists, with white or red, or ecru mohair braid; the Escadre hat in canvas or blue serge.

The season is already looking very bright in Cabourg, and it seems that there are two and even three ensembles a day… in the morning, they are tailored suits in covercoat, with stitched bias at the bottom, similar little jacket, pink or lilac collar, cambric tie; in the afternoon, there are the white piqué dresses, with frilly front in crepe de chine, cropped bolero on superimposed vaporous lace, which is more dressy than the simple floating surah; but what dominates is the muslin dress with polka dots, enriched with ruffles hemmed with lace; next to this genre, the Pompadour style, with ecru lace; as for ribbon bows, we scatter them everywhere, at the top of the skirt, at the berthe at the neck, at the belt, ribbon has never been so fashionable.

[sk-lumen]

Where do you like to find dark feminine clothing? I'm not into a set aesthetic, but dark feminine is one of my favorites!

Hello darling,

My advice would be to focus less on brands and more on capsule pieces and quality. Where you acquire clothing from is up to the freedom of each person's ethical values, finances as well as preferences. That being said, you can find items like the below in many places, from thrift shops and Shein to H&M, Zara, the mall, etc.

Here are some recommendations for a dark feminine aesthetic/fashion, based on my own taste/inspo board.

Capsule items:

asymmetric yet minimalist tops (a bare shoulder adds mystique and femininity)

black lace tops, lace bodysuits (use discreetly, should be moderately covering nonetheless)

black or red satin robes for homewear (my favorite, I always get compliments from guests)

pencil skirts

faux leather: pants/leggings, skirts, jacket, corsets

platform heels, black or red high heels

black midi dresses (classic, effortless, versatile)

little black dresses

long flowy dresses in velvet, satin or tulle, etc

faux fur coat

Dark feminine aesthetic expanded:

Colors: red, black, and any shade in between (wine red, oxblood)

Materials: velvet, satin, lace, silk all emulate "femme fatale" or "dark feminine" energy

Style and energy: the dark feminine isn't about sparkles, frills and bows. It doesn't shy away from drama and flair, but it is done so tastefully, with mistique, by making the viewer wonder about the invisible, the unseen, the unspoken.

Outfit combo suggestions: black lace top/bodysuit with faux leather leggings and heels, turtleneck top with pencil skirt and back-lined pantyhose and heels, turtleneck top with cigarette pants, asymmetric top with faux leather skirt and platform boots, etc.

Accessories: silk/satin scarves, lace scarves, dagger jewelry (amulets, earrings), lace/satin gloves, etc

Make-up looks: smoky eyes and dark red lips, classic red lip with cat eye eyeliner. The focus is to inspire sensuality and mystery; we do this by accentuate the lips (reds or black) and adding intrigue to the gaze (smoky colors, black, deep rich jewel tones like reds/purples/blues). Avoid neutrals or combining too many colors, too much highlighter, blush, or bronzer. The focus is on the eyes and lips.

Other details: red/black nails (especially stiletto shape), symbols like roses, snakes, dragons (ie. as tattoos, jewelry or integrated in other ways into your look)

Dark feminine icons: Dita von Teese

Hope this inspires you. These are all items I have in my own wardrobe so they are the first that come to mind.

-Lumen

[theroyalsims]

CROWN PRINCESS ARRIVES IN SIMDIA FOR THREE-DAY ROYAL TOUR

Her Royal Highness Crown Princess Anya received a warm welcome from none other than Simdian President, Her Excellency Sariva Lakhari. 

The Crown Princess arrived in the southern nation via one of the royal jets, and landed at the Simdian International Airport early this morning. Her Royal Highness was presented with a garland of colourful flowers by President Lakhari, as well as a posy of red roses by the President’s granddaughter, Sita.

Her Royal Highness’s official visit is being conducted at the request of the government to help promote Brindleton-Simdia relations. The Crown Princess is also set to carry out work in Simdia in line with with some of her patronages and charities. 

For her arrival, Her Royal Highness wore a striking floral dress, which happens to be a re-wear. The Crown Princess first wore it to her cousin Emily’s wedding a few years ago. The midi dress is actually a vintage piece, thought to originally belong to Queen Emilia, and features hand-painted and hand-embroidered flowers. 

The choice to wear an old dress aligns well with Simdia’s recent move to support and promote sustainable fashion. The country made headlines lately for imposing heavy fines and taxes against “fast fashion” companies that establish stores, workshops, and warehouses in Simdia. 

(Above: Anya in Bloom - The Crown Princess was presented with flowers by both the President and the President’s granddaughter! The beautiful blossoms complemented HRH’s vintage floral frock.)

Hope you a have a blast in Simdia, Your Royal Highness! Don’t forget to take lots of photos (and share them with us!)

[rudie-wr1tes]

Endless Passion- A Sandman Fan fiction

XI.  Premonition

Synopsis: In an attempt to find answers about Morpheus, Sabine questions the Endless's intentions of her sentence in the Dreaming. While venturing out to meet him, Sabine becomes familiar with the beauty and terrifying nature of his world. Morpheus has questions as well, soon realizing her ties to the Dreamstone copy are more than superficial...

The Endless confused Sabine. How fair was it of Lord morpheus to look into her deepest dreams and refuse her a glimpse of his own intentions? His cold and calculating presence frightened her at first. Then he showered her with gifts? Sabine checked the mirror reflection to complete the stain on her lips, a soft red. The day was growing brighter by the second, and her only goal was to demand answers. Her eyes met the wardrobe behind her. As tempted as she was to open it, she couldn’t fall for any more of his gifts, not yet at least. Her hands met the simple chest of drawers adjacent to her bedroom and pulled out more… Fitting attire. Arguing with a beautiful being in a ballgown wouldn’t do her arguments any good. That would be for another day. But she needed comfort- it was much warmer today than she hoped. A familiar black midi skirt and plum corset poplin blouse welcomed her. They fit her like a glove, without a single fray of cat hair glued to the material. 

As Sabine marched beyond the front palace doors, she was quickly approached by Mervyn at her side. 

“Good morning, Sabine!” He called out, “How are you feeling today?” 

Sabine paused then, and softened slightly at his presence. 

“Hi, Mervyn.” There was warmth in her voice, “I’m doing good today. How are you?” 

He leaned against the crook of his broom handle and rested his lanky limbs on its wooden branch, “Eh, I’m doing fine. Working hard, hardly working. Dream’s got me busting my hay around these corners as if I haven’t been for eons now. And don’t even get me started on the gardens out here.” 

“What’s wrong with these gardens?” Sabine asked curiously, “I don’t see anything wrong with them.” 

“Yep. Climbing dande-lions and ivy thorns.” Mervyn cringed, “Little buggers are out of place causing havoc to dreamers. He told me to warn you to stay clear until they’re gone.” 

Just as he said this, Sabine heard a not-so-little lion’s roaring call came from the nearest garden. She gasped, watching a man being chased through a trimmed hedge after what appeared to be a large beast with yellow petals for a main and green limbs for a body. Sabine covered her mouth- it was equally horrific and hilarious, as he continued running into what felt like forever away from the beast. 

 Mervyn grumbled a sigh as he formed his mop into a pitch fork. 

“We just had a new bloom of them two days ago.” He muttered, “They’re hot headed when they’re young. Once their blooms turn white, they settle a bit. Excuse me.” 

“Of course.” Sabine wavered, “Good luck with that.” 

“Thanks, kid.” He cleared his throat, leaping over hedges in record pace. Sabine couldn’t help but to laugh as he yelled, 

“Confound it, Hafsa! Leave the poor man’s undergarments alone!” 

She couldn't imagine how such a stone faced, monochromatic figure could bring such color and beauty to this world. 

A gentle flapping of wings broke her attention, as Evangeline drifted through the air onto a rose bush nearest to her.

“Miss Sabine!” She called in a  voice as soft and sweet as morning dew, “Miss Sabine! I received my first message from Morpheus for you!”

The sound of her wings and voice made Sabine’s shoulders tense at first. She was aware that the creature would be staying close, but she didn't anticipate how quickly she’d take to her side. 

“Hey!” Sabine smiled at her in the air, “What’s the message?” 

“His lordship has completed several tasks at hand for the realm and requests to meet you immediately!” She clicked in a proud tone, as if she finally remembered the exact message correctly. 

Sabine’s stomach flipped at the news. The sun was at its highest. 

“Wonderful.” Sabine flatly concealed her true tone, “But where does he exactly wish to meet? I know here in the palace, but out there?” 

“That’s fine.” Evangleine responded, “He told me to guide you. It’s only a brisk walk away from here, follow me!” 

Sabine stalled a moment to check over her shoulder.

In an idyllic spread of colorful blooms and vibrant grass, a cluster of prying eyes were spying. These figures she did not recognize, but reminded her of whimsical background characters during a fairytale ball. Their brightly colored outfits, powdered wigs, and rouged cheeks gave away whispered gossip behind brightly dyed lace fans. 

Some of the ladies hushed amongst eachother behind lace and velvet fans, giggling under their pairsols. Only a handful seemed to acknowledge her with subtle waves. 

“... Strange.” She muttered to herself. 

“Sabine!” Evangleine called out into the front courtyard, “Are you coming?” 

Sabien shifted her focus back to the task at hand, following her raven out into the warm sun. 

Crisp blue skies shimmered overhead. The front palace garden, aside from Mervyn taming a handful of Dande-lions, was similar in grace to the Garden of Earthly Delights. She wondered quietly if Bosch himself were a patron of the dreaming as mythical and other strange creatures, mixed in with humans, passed her by. A small group of children with bubbles and toys in the air ran past her, their laughter carrying warmth with them. Sabine continued forward with her march towards their meeting place, as a pit of dread formed faster in her stomach. They walked past all the whimsy, the wonder, and the bright colored enchantment of Dream’s palace, stopping at the entrance to a tree line. Evangeline waited on a fresh, higher up pine branch, a drop of unmelted snow in a wondrous forest. 

Sabine checked over her shoulder and did not realize how far they went. In a walk that felt like five minutes, it appeared miles were far between herself and the mystical pine forest. 

“He’s just one mile south of here!” Evangeline squeaked, “Just follow the path and don’t stray, and you’ll be just fine.” 

Sabine narrowed her gaze at Evangeline, “You’re not going with me?” 

“I can’t, Matthew is expecting me for training.” She sighed, “I’d love to go. This forest isn’t scary at all! You’ll be okay, miss.” 

Sabine stared into the entrance, feeling a sense of doom as a narrow dirt trail stretched for miles. He was growing near. 

“Thank you, Eva. Can I call you that?” Sabine asked. 

“Eva’s fine!” She beamed, “See you soon!” 

And with a quick flutter, she was gone. Sabine was alone, again. 

The first few steps felt normal. Sabine was pleasantly reminded of her hiking adventures with old friends during university. The sounds of distant wanderers felt familiar and reassuring. Pine fragrance was sweet and fluid through the air. She paid no mind to the dirt between her toes with each step. Birdsong and familiar animals rustling in the trees soothed her. Tall skyscrapers of green pines shining gold in the sun loomed overhead. She remembered hiking with her family as a child, feeling safe in a tent with her parents and her sister. Old, bittersweet feelings swelled in her chest. 

However, halfway through the mile, her hands grew cold. What was once a pleasant mist became a denser fog, and the sounds of familiar voices grew into a bitter silence. Not a single bird could be heard. Pine trees were frozen in time, as the atmosphere thickened. Sabine quickened her pace, crossing her arms as she walked. Her head was on a swivel as she paced forward, refusing to check for the rustling sound over her shoulder. 

“Morpheus, where are you?” She muttered. This pleasant dream was starting to remind her of old nightmares and unpleasantries. A twig snapped in the underbrush beside her. It was close. Her eyes widened, as she walked faster ahead, refusing to look back. Footsteps were following her ten paces behind, and she chose to ignore it. A hoarse voice called out her name. She refused to acknowledge it. There was a croaking laugh on faster feet.

“Come on, my child, join me for some wine.” It called. 

“Nope.” Sabine muttered, “Nope, nope, nope, nope, nope-” 

A long fingernail dragged on the edge of her blouse. This sensation alone was enough for her to bolt. Sabine fled as fast as her body could carry her, despite the dragging feeling of stumbling through quicksand. 

A raspy laugh boomed in her ears. Sabine cried out, running faster and snapping from her inner thoughts. The only entrance to a clearance was met with a comically large spider web that shimmered with dew. 

“You’ve got to be shitting me.” Sabine panted. But there was no other choice. Her calves began to burn as she pushed her head down, sprinting at full speed through the finish line- feeling the wet spindles fall over her body and stick to her like glue. The strange nightmare dissipated into the fog, failing to pursue her in the warmer sunlight. Sabine, however, kept running. She forgot a moment about the ground beneath her and the purpose of meeting here, as she tripped over a loose tree branch and fell forward. A pair of strong arms caught her before her face met the cold, wet earth. 

Sabine gasped loudly as her face was inches away from the ground. Her heart was racing a mile a minute, as her arms were pinned back beneath a pair of much stronger ones. In the reflection of the puddle beneath her face, Morpheus was behind her in its reflection. 

“Must I remind you to stay aware of your surroundings, Sabine?” Morpheus uttered in an irritated tone, helping her stand back up on her feet. Sabine quickly shriveled out of his arms, fighting the sensation deep inside her that felt an alarming sense of safety within them. 

“I’m sorry? You ought to find a meeting place that doesn’t end with putting me into cardiac arrest!” Sabien retorted, “Sure, you can give me a golden latrine, but you draw the line at meeting me in the woods for Silent Hill?! And not some fanciful place like ‘The Aisle of Butterflies and Unicorns’? Or ‘The Beach of Tranquility and little Trepidation’?!” 

Morpheus’s resting gaze showed little amusement, but his gentle eyes betrayed him. Sabine quickly shuffled spider web matter off her arms, shuddering and shivering at the sensation. 

“Why did you go through that path?” Morpheus asked, “Evangline passed on my message to you.” 

Sabine was breathless, scrubbing the material off of her shoulders, “She said South and to stay on the path for a mile….” 

Morpheus raised his brow slightly, “.... She must have brought you in on the wrong end of this forest…. South is far this way. Did no one teach you your four directions in the Waking World?” 

Morpheus pointed then to a beautiful, radiant path that seemed neutral, with white butterflies flitting around branches and wildflowers beneath. 

“For fucks sake.” Sabine huffed, “No, not at all. We had google maps for that.” 

“Perhaps the next thing I can craft for you is a compass.” Morpheus observed, “To ensure this does not happen again.” 

A thin veil of sweat formed on Sabine’s forehead. Her hands balled into fists at his remarks. 

“I’m here now.” She remarked, “And I don’t need that. I can find my way just fine, thank you.” 

“As you wish.” Morpheus didn’t know why he even bothered. She was still so stubborn. 

In the small clearing, a collection of stones and balanced rocks welcomed her. Mist turned golden from the sunlight above, and the fog felt warm and heavenly. Morpheus offered a stone for the lady to sit, but she shook her hand, catching her breath. She rolled her shoulders back, her face held back in regal resolve. 

“Have you taken well to your new chambers?” He asked nonchalantly. 

Sabine laughed, but not because she was amused. This startled the Endless.

“I’m sorry.” She coughed, “I’m sorry. I’m just confused by you. You tell me all these things about how I’m supposed to stay here as payback. But then you give me everything I’ve ever wanted. Of course…. I’m enjoying it… But I don’t know how to feel about you.” 

Morpheus listened quietly, a dark ghost in the balmy forest. 

“And honestly I’m kind of pissed.” Sabine stammered, “I can’t find a better word for it because I don’t know how to trust you. You stepped deep into my head and you won’t let me know what you are. Are you bribing me?” 

“Bribery is not an objective for me.” Morpheus spoke coolly, “And if you see to it that your quarters are unsatisfactory and you see yourself a prisoner of this realm, I can make that change in an instant.” 

Sabine snapped her head back, eyes wide at his suggestion. 

“.... Kay.” Sabine stammered, “Did you not hear the part where I said I’m enjoying it?” 

“You did say that, but it does not appear you mean a word of it.” Morpheus rebutted, “I see you are frustrated and have not been given that same kindness in your past life, but things are much altered here.” 

Sabine pursed her lips and looked down at the ground. 

“I just don’t know how to trust you.” Sabine said in a lowered voice, “And trying to wrap my head around your intentions is driving me up the walls.” 

“You are afraid.” Morpheus observed. 

Sabine snorted, “Of you, yes. Of what you’re capable of. You made that thing that just chased me.” 

There was a long pause between the two aside from crows chasing a hawk overhead. 

“You should be.” Morpheus’s voice took a gravelly tone. 

Goosebumps shuddered down her arms and the nape of her neck at his tone. She could not meet his glance, as he lowered his face down to meet hers. 

“But that should not hinder you from seeking comfort in this realm. You are safe here.” Morpheus insisted, “And you do not need to wrap your head around anything. That’s what your time here is meant for.” 

Sabine swallowed, as she crossed her arms tight around her chest, “It’s going to take me some time to get used to this. You know that, right?” 

“Time is all we have.” Morpheus said, “And it is on your side- it passes differently than in your realm. It is much faster there.” 

Sabine leaned back against a bigger boulder. She could’ve sworn she felt it purr. Morpheus followed suit, barely brushing himself against its surface. His tone grew more serious. 

“The intention of you meeting here was not aimed to frighten you.” Morpheus then spoke, “But to ask how you obtained the Dreamstone copy.” 

Sabine let out a small groan as she ran a hand across her jawline. 

“That feels like so long ago now.” She sighed, “There’s a lot that was going on at that time and I vaguely remember it because of that.” 

“Try, then.” Morpheus insisted, “I have failed to track its true owner. The relic was never meant to be duplicated.” 

'There's a lot of things I blocked out during that time.” Sabine uttered, “Of course, you’d think with my study I’d be able to just figure out what was wrong by looking at my university notes. But it wasn’t so easy. Not with the nightmares that festered in my own head. I was staying up for hours to avoid them, so the lines were blurred.” 

“Understandably so.” Morpheus acknowledged. 

Sabine couldn’t shake the scrape of resentment for this. But given the time, it was out of his hands. 

“.... It came to me one night. In trying to find a cure. I looked at cross cultural references, until I found online copies of ancient texts regarding the Dreamstone and its uses. And I just…. I felt this call. The vision I had of what I could use it for, it came to me so clearly, and nothing else seemed to matter. I felt like I was losing my mind trying to search for it. It got me in some bad corners of the online space amongst poachers and dealers of…. More illegal things.” 

“How did it call to you?” Morpheus inquired. 

“I understood it wasn’t going to solve all my problems, but it would at least point me in the right direction of a cure.” Sabine admitted, “A lot of online sellers were confused online. Many said I was chasing after a unicorn. Frankly, a unicorn chase would make more sense than my judgment at the time. I wanted it that badly, I would give anything to have it.” 

Sabine’s focus fixed beyond the horizon of perfect pines. Their green dulled to a soft gray. One thing haunted her memory in relation to it. The horrific cries of pain of her dearest horse on fire. The scalded flesh, with hair burning quickly into smoke. Exposed bone, melting through flames. Morpheus saw it too, bringing it forward to her. 

“What do you remember before?” Morpheus asked. 

Sabine did not respond. She looked at nothing, her memory blocked by that recurring nightmare. 

“That’s when the worst nightmare came in.” Sabine spoke, “My horse was on fire. Running through valleys of smoke and flame. Screaming for help, calling to me. And I had no way….” 

Her eyes widened with horror. Morpheus watched her pained expression, feeling his patience thin. He knew something was deeper beneath the surface, but there was agony in her. As Morpheus examined her soul, he could hear the screams of terror and sky high flames that scorched an entire city of tropical heaven. 

Sabine hadn’t realized she stopped talking until Morpheus broke her away from the nightmare. A horse whinnied in the distance to the same pitch, making her flinch. 

“I’m sorry.” Sabine uttered, “That is all I can say for now.” 

“That was a passing nightmare.” Morpheus insisted, “You must break away from it.” 

Sabine glared at him, “How can I, if it actually happened?”

He struck a nerve and he knew it. But it was the only way to help her remember. 

Sabine pursed her lips and shook her head. 

“That’s all I can tell you.” She uttered, “I’ll tell you more another day. I just…. I can’t. I remember that too well. When you’ve had the same recurring dream for three weeks before it actually happened…. It sticks with you.” 

Morpheus was not pleased, but he understood. He could easily pluck the memory from her head in one swift touch. But the idea of it breaking her would kill him. The copy was destroyed. It wasn’t going to cause anymore harm. All inclinations pointed to the work of something much bigger than some mortal. 

“You have faced a great deal of pain.” Morpheus said, “In time, I know your honesty will come to fruition.” 

Sabine’s eyes were glassy, but her voice did not crack. 

“You make it difficult to stay angry with you.” Sabine sniffled. 

“I try to the best of my ability after years of practice.” Morpheus replied in a soothing tone, “I also bring you a message.” 

Sabine watched as he pulled a pale envelope from the inside of his coat. 

“From who?” Sabine asked. 

“From your friend, Quinn.” Morpheus spoke, “She sought me out in the Waking World following our agreement.” 

Sabine turned her head to the side, sharp eyes growing like daggers, “What, so you knew she gave me this news sooner and didn’t tell me?” 

“You were in recovery.” Morpheus thwarted, “And protesting, remember?” 

Sabine held the letter, thumbing the paper. 

“Thank you.” Sabine replied flatly, “Was she safe? And about our practice. Was it still in business, even after what happened?” 

“She was confused.” Morpheus said, “And worried. But arrangements were made to preserve your practice in your absence. The details are in your letter.” 

Matthew squacked, landing in a nearby hanging branch. Morpheus turned to him, his pale cheek glowing in the sun. 

“Someone looking for you?” Sabine asked in a nonchalant tone. 

“It appears so.” Morpheus answered blandly, “I will excuse you to read the letter. Your memories are painful and it appears you need rest from them. I must attend to Matthew.” 

“Fine.” Sabine remarked, looking him up and down, “Can you at least point me in the right direction back to your palace so I don't have someone chasing after me again?” 

Evangeline called in a soft voice, landing on the mossy purring rock beside them. 

“I’m right here!” She beamed, “Hello, my Lord!” 

Morpheus softened slightly around the raven, “Yes, Evangeline, please take Sabine back to her chambers for the afternoon to rest.” 

“I’m right here.” Sabine interrupted, “And I don’t need a nap, I’m feeling just fine.” 

Morpheus ignored her protest, motioning to Evangleine as if Sabine wasn’t there, “guide her back down this well-lit path. Did Matthew tell you?” 

“Yes, I’m sorry, Sabine.,” Evangeline sighed, “I mix up my directions all the time. I’ll do better in the future.” 

Sabine shook her head, “It’s fine now. Don’t worry about me. Just guide me back.” 

As Evangeline started to fly away, Sabine looked back at the Endless. 

“I’ll see you soon.” Sabine said, “And next time you want me to unblock some trauma, please let it be a bit more tranquil.” 

Morpheus held back a smile as a spider web floated off her shoulder. He carefully took the sprig of white string from it. The action made her flinch at first, but she shivered slightly at his touch. In his hands, he molded the string into a small white gardenia, and placed it in her hands. 

“There is tranquility in every corner of my realm.” Morpheus responded in a warmer voice, “It takes a learned eye to see its beauty.” 

That was the last thing he said before returning into the mist behind her. Sabine stood, dumbfounded by the tiny relic, something so simple as a flower that made her turn to mush inside. She stormed off into the sunlight before the urge to throw it at his spike laden head, her footsteps trudging loudly through the earth. 

Evangleine blinked nervously, following along through the air. 

“My lady?” She asked, “My lady, are you offended by the gift he gave you?” 

“He offends me in every way.” Sabine grumbled, beelining back to her chambers, “As if I can’t stay mad at him for making such pointed comments one instance and making it hard to stay angry another!” 

The gardenia’s heady fragrance was but a reminder of the Dream Lord’s elegance. His silent nature and listening ears were gracious. But his stare…. The gaze of an impatient figure. When would the patience run out, she wondered to herself, as she stormed back into her chambers with Evangeline on her heels. His intentions of comfort were not in vain. But the looming threat of him tearing through her mind for answers felt frightening. 

[jordanianroyals]

Royal Fashion → CBS’s Face the Nation, New York City (5 May 2024)

Gabriela Hearst “Marcelina” Draped Hammered-Silk Blouse in Blush

Victoria Beckham Double Layer Slit Midi Skirt in Poppy Red (£683)

Dior Wired Mesh Pointed Toe Pumps in Rose Gold

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- Witch Vamp

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Larisa Costea wearing Chicwish fashion pieces

View details of her look at this link,

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We've got two more small restocks that went up today:

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[einsteinsugly]

3 JH

August 1980. Do You Believe In Magic?

"You think you can walk back into my life after the pain you've caused? Think again."

Jackie recites this to herself in the bathroom mirror, over and over, trying to convince herself that she deserves better. Even though he's worked hard to earn her trust. Her friendship, and in due time? Her love.

She notably gulps, reciting the tried and true again. Why can't she escape from the ghosts of her past, damn it...

Knock, knock, knock.

Oh my God, he's here. She straightens her skirt, that pink and mint floral midi he always liked. It screams seventies rather than eighties. A dated past, rather than a glittery, promising future.

But she's paired it with a new blouse, white and ruffled, with drapey, puffy sleeves. Just like that blouse Olivia Newton-John wears in Xanadu.

Of course, just like Olivia, Jackie's hair is feathered to perfection, with some brand new bangs to boot. It's half up, tied back with ribbons.

Knock, knock, knock.

Catapulted back to reality, she races to the door, ready to be whisked away to the fantastical world of Xanadu.

But as she previously demanded, to right the past's wrongs, Steven Hyde is her baggage-ridden ticket to the stars. He's whisking her away to the fantastical world of Xanadu, wearing those dark wash Levi's she once bought for him. And a black, plain pocket t-shirt, so he can put his aviators in his pocket.

His steely blue eyes aren't trapped behind a cage, and his aviators are neatly tucked in the pocket. His fro has been neatly combed, and there isn't a beard or pornstache in sight.

Steven uncomfortably smirks, clearing his throat. "You ready?"

He hands her an olive branch, a bouquet of red roses cloaking its past thorns, reaching out his hand. As the love of her life dutifully returns, slowly but surely.

She amply nods, as her glittery, promising future inevitably awaits. "Yes."

[supercalifragipopculturevomit]

Ask Game: URL Song Titles

Tagged by my beloved Brühlies @deepdwellingsteamboat and @hiddenxplaces-blog 💜

RULES: spell out your URL using song titles, then tag as many people as there are letters in your URL

Sunshower - Chris Cornell

Undercover Martyn - Two Door Cinema Club

Paper Bag - Fiona Apple

Everyday Everynight - Russian Red

Rollercoaster - Bleachers

Cruel World - Phantogram

All My Friends - LCD Soundsystem

Light On - Maggie Rogers

In The Long Run - The Staves

Fever - Roosevelt <- "discovered" this thanks to Daniel

Rebellion (Lies) - Arcade Fire

After Midnight - Phoenix

Good Morning Mr. Wolf - Patrick Watson

I'm Not Gonna Teach Your Boyfriend How To Dance With You - Black Kids

Puzzle Pieces - Saint Motel

Our Swords - Band of Horses

Purple Yellow Red and Blue - Portugal The Man

Comptine D'Un Autre Ete, L'Apres Midi - Yann Tiersen

Undercover - Pierre Van Dormael

Little Numbers - Boy

This Is The Thing - Fink

Use Somebody - Kings of Leon

Rose-colored Boy - Paramore

Edge of the Ocean - Ivy

Vienna - Billy Joel

Only You - Yazoo

Maps - Yeah, Yeah, Yeahs

Is It Any Wonder? - Keane

The Greatest - Cat Power (...Jesus F. Christ, that was a marathon but I did it! The Us, Rs, and Os were a particular struggle. And I had to constantly remind myself I wasn't creating a playlist 😅)

No pressure, share your music if you wish @decemberafternoon, @jomarch-wannabe, @leatherandsoil, @thorne-kreizler, and whoever sees this on their dash and wants to join in. Feel free to tag me, too!

[seiwas]

THE SHADOWBAN IS GONE MY QUEEN IS FREE!!!!!! Anyways I forgor this happened but reading all the sleepover asks made this memory resurface again (also iris wtf was ur story that was so cute y'all were crushing hard 😭 and niku oh my god your story *head in hands* )

Ok so in short: my previous childhood friend turned relationship turned ex cheated on me 1 month after he went abroad (damn what a headline)

So here's the tea, we've known eachother since we were preeschoolers, he's a year older than me, we became friends soon after that and he is the textbook definition of a gentleman. Like literally the grenenst green flag out there. Neon green. Fast forward to 7th grade, he confessed during a christmas party at his place. He took me out to his little garden and sat on one of the benches and yeah. Now lil old me was also crushing hard but was too pussy to fess up so when this happened ofc I said yes. A small voice in my mind I thought he was joking cause let's face it 7th grade me wasn't exactly the prettiest rose in the bush ok It's kinda lopsided and a bit uneven but at least I was funny. I was fully expecting it to last like 2 weeks. A month at most. But I said yes anyways cause I wanted to give it a chance. It lasted almost 5 years.

He was my first everything, and overtime we grew closer and if we weren't joined at the hip before we sure are now. Fast forward to highschool, he's in his last year and will be graduating soon. He decides to go abroad and ofc I support him. We'll make this whole ldr work. No it didn't work LMAOOOO after he went abroad we started texting and vidcallibg but that lasted 2 weeks. I kept trying to get trough to him but he didn't answer, not even a read.

Now one day I decide to call him cause it's been 2 weeks since I heard anything from him. And to my surprised he picked up, but it wasn't him that spoke. It was another girl. I told her that I'm his girlfriend and asked her if he was there and she just hung up. My heart dropped. And that's how I found out he was cheating 😃👍 and to make it worse he cheated on me 3 months before our 5th aniv <3 3 months before CHRISTMAS <33333333

Not long after that happened the girl found me on instagram (I think via my ex) and dmed me telling me the whole story. About how they met at a house party, got shit faced, made out, and hooked up. When she asked if he was single he said yes so she was basically lied to. She left him after our convo so good for her I hope she finds someone better.

Cue a montage of desperate texts and many phonecalls I declined from my ex who tried to make excuses on how he was drunk and it was an accident. I ignored all of em and blocked him when he didn't stop. I went by to his parents place to drop off his things and his parents didn't know yet so I told them, legit broke down in front of his mom and she called him and yelled at him on the phone shdjhffh 💀 I'm still close with his family (esp his sisters) cause well we've known eachother since we were kids, I'm basically their daughter at this point. And thankfully they're also mad at him and idk what happened after that but one of his sisters told me he's "all on his own now" so I guess they cut all contact from him? Or cut his funds? I'm not sure.

But yeah end of story, I think this is my juciest life story yet. And what's the moral of the story? No matter how neon the green flag it only takes one switch to make it blood red *eats snacks* anyways how are you sel :D

midi!! hello again!! 🥹 & yes omg i’m so happy the shadowban is gone pls 😭

oh my god midi you sent such a long story and i feel bad for not responding in equal length but i’m literally just 😦 at everything 😭😭 idk what to say oh my god??? i can’t believe he did that… literally what the fuck. and i’m so so so so sorry that you had to go through that, that young also 😭 what he did to you is so shitty i hope he got what he deserved for it 😭 i’m also glad that the girl reached out to you to talk about it.

i can’t even imagine how hard it must have been, especially since you’ve known his family since forever too 😭 it’s good that you were able to confide in them about it 😭 i feel like that type of relationship is so rare despite everything that’s happened, and it’s so refreshing to see that you’re still close to them.

& that’s so true!! i think there are certain lines that shouldn’t be crossed and are completely unsalvageable once they are.

thank you for sharing this midi omg i feel like it’s super personal, i’m touched that you’re trusting this with all of us here 😭 i hope YOU’RE doing better now 🥺 esp with your current partner!! i can see that u’re very much in love & am so happy that they’re treating you the way you deserve to be treated 🥺

i’m doing great 🥺 so thoughtful of you to ask!! i was kinda hesitant to go out today bc my bf wanted me to join him and his friends (but i kinda felt bad bc i wanted him to have his own time w them 😭 idr the last time they were all together without me for their boy time yk? they definitely don’t mind having me around but i kinda wanted to give them that space)

but!!! i’m really glad i went still 🥹 lots of laughs and talks and eats for the entire night!! one of the newer gf’s was there too, and bc she isn’t really as close as the rest of us (context: i’m one of the older gf’s ahsbhaah i’ve been w my bf for like 5+yr and have known these boys since hs too haha) i guess she still felt kinda nervous!! but she was really making an effort to get close to me (asking abt makeup!! and she even asked if she could braid my hair 🥺 most of my friends are guys so talks like this r pretty rare for me lmao) it was so sweet 🥺

my heart is very full rn!! i love friendships 🥺 i think it’s especially sentimental rn bc we’re growing w each other as life goes on!! how our conversations have shifted along with where we are in life 🥺

[chic-a-gigot]

La Mode illustrée, no. 45, 7 novembre 1897, Paris. Robe de dîner en crêpe de Chine rose pâle. Robe de dîner en soie armurée et surah uni. Modèles de chez Mmes de La Torchère et Sauveur, rue du CHerche-Midi, 67. Ville de Paris / Bibliothèque Forney

Toilette de dîner en crêpe de Chine rose pâle.

Cette robe faite en crêpe de Chine rose pâle, se compose d'une jupe unie et d'un corsage plat avec ouverture carrée. On ferme le corsage de vant sous un plastron en crêpe plissé, terminé au bord supérieur par une bande de soie blanche, brodée de paillettes; cette garniture se répère par derrière; on la borde devant et derrière avec des épaulettes en soie, brodée de paillettes entourées d'un volant de dentelle crème; les épaulettes se continuent jusqu'à la ceinture, faite en soie verte. Les manches ont des volants en dentelle.

Toilette de dîner en soie armurée et surah uni.

Cette toilette se compose d'une jupe et de manches en soie armurée crème, et d'un corsage avec ceinture et épaulettes en surah de même couleur. Le corsage plissé est réuni à la jupe par une ceinture Médicis, garnie au bord inférieur d'un galon de guipure, et au bord supérieur d'un ruban de velours rouge cerise. Un second ruban part depuis les coutures des manches, et se réunit au ruban de la ceinture. On pose sur le corsage des épaulettes carrées en guipure, placées devant avec de petits coins arrondis, contre le col droit recouvert en étoffe plissée. Les manches bordées de ruches plissées pnt sur les épaules de doubles épaulettes en étoffe plissée et unie; ces dernières sont entourées d'un galon de guipure.

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Dinner ensemble in pale pink crepe de chine.

This dress, made in pale pink crepe de chine, consists of a plain skirt and a flat bodice with square opening. The front bodice is closed under a pleated crepe bib, finished at the upper edge with a band of white silk, embroidered with sequins; this garnish can be seen from behind; it is bordered in front and behind with silk shoulder pads, embroidered with sequins surrounded by a cream lace flounce; the shoulder pads continue to the belt, made of green silk. The sleeves have lace ruffles.

Dinner dress in weaved silk and plain surah.

This dress consists of a skirt and sleeves in cream weaved silk, and a bodice with belt and epaulets in surah of the same color. The pleated bodice is joined to the skirt by a Medici belt, trimmed at the lower edge with guipure braid, and at the upper edge with a cherry red velvet ribbon. A second ribbon starts from the sleeve seams, and meets the ribbon on the belt. Square guipure shoulder pads are placed on the bodice, placed in front with small rounded corners, against the straight collar covered in pleated fabric. The sleeves lined with pleated ruffles have double epaulettes in pleated and plain fabric on the shoulders; the latter are surrounded by a guipure braid.

[chicinsilk]

Christian Dior Spring/Summer 1953 Haute Couture Collection. Gigi Terwalgne in an afternoon dress printed with red roses. Photo Lionel Kazan.

Christian Dior Collection Haute Couture Printemps/ Été 1953. Gigi Terwalgne en robe d'après-midi imprimée de roses rouges. Photo Lionel Kazan.

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