#stilettos de colores

[possessionisamyth]

Look, listen to me, come closer. Nope, too close, take one step back. Okay, thank you. Now open your ears and hear what I'm saying.

Whole Cake but sanuso, BUT Sanji has fully transitioned via Ivankov and her poster has not been changed from the bad drawing yet. This means when they go to pick up Sanji, the disowned son, they are meeting Sanji the trans woman who cannot marry another woman ala Pudding. Not because of the gay thing, but because Charlotte Linlin expects babies from all her married kids.

Hold on, I'm not done. There's more, but it's below the cut cause I'm nice.

Okay so clown 1 and clown 2 arrive with their convincing arguments or alternative threats ready to go only to see Sanji and immediately call Judge so they can check. Is this the right person? Judge said a son didn't he?

Vito: "You have two daughters?"

Judge: "No. One daughter."

Vito: "There is a woman here calling herself Sanji."

Judge: "Sanji is my bastard son. He has the same eyebrows as the others, and he's blonde."

Both of the retrievers look at Sanji who fits the bill except for being a pissed off looking woman.

Vito: "Uh, you know what. We'll just bring 'Sanji' to you and you can make your best judgement."

Judge: "You'd better."

Sanji arrives. Reiju is doing her absolute best to remain appearing emotionless, but the giggles are being held at bay by a thread because this was the best possible way to get out of this marriage. Sanji the escape artist wins again in her eyes. The tri color brothers? They immediately start laying on the mockery and sexist comments of which Sanji is Not A Fan, but they threatened Zeff, and she needs to see how this is going to play out before doing anything. Judge? Absolutely pissed. He cannot give any of his other sons to Charlotte Linlin because they have actual value in his eyes. He was supposed to be giving the trash away, and the one thing Linlin needs out of any marriage deal is grandchildren. Grandchildren Sanji cannot provide with the one kid Linlin planned to give up ala Pudding.

Judge will either have to figure out a magical de-transition method that is instant (not possible in the time they have left). Give up one of his valuable sons (extremely not wanted). Or lie about Sanji's gender and go through the deal hoping they can get out unscathed until this is "fixed".

They opt to lie. Sanji who kept her hair short, only because longer hair was too much of a hassle in the kitchen, doesn't even have the option to be dysphoric due to the lengths the Vinsmokes are going through to pass her off as a man. Like. It's extremely pathetic. It's sad. It's one of Usopp's "I can't do X disease" level of awful and bad except Usopp's little lies were at least coming from someone cute.

They put a fake beard on her. Reiju is responsible for her make up. Clothes are tailored to hide the obvious curves. Sanji is making every step of this process as difficult as possible. There's nothing no one can do about her voice, though it's only slightly pitched up from before her transition. They tell her not to talk and slap the exploding handcuffs on her to make sure she doesn't. They say she's half mute or something, and Linlin says something like husbands are best seen and not heard. They buy it. They fucking buy it. Sanji isn't sure who's more stupid, the Vinsmokes for putting her through this fluke, or the Charlottes because they fall for it hook line and sinker. Her beard starts to fall off halfway through a meal and they rush her back to her room.

There are multiple mishaps where she's almost "caught", and her brothers are annoyed because they have to put in effort to cover for her unless they want to be auctioned off. Reiju is putting in a lot less effort to cover for her. But Sanji is tired. She is angry. She wants to go home. The fake beard is itchy. The clothes aren't her style. She misses her cute stilettos that Usopp lovingly sharpened the heels on. She is getting some entertainment from making trouble by nearly exposing her 'secret', but it does nothing to ease her worry of the ticking time clock to this farce of a wedding.

Pudding is nice at least. A little touchy, but nice. Sanji is so tempted to compliment the young girl, but the bracelets around her wrists are a very cold reminder not to.

Usually I have more to write where I go over the whole arc with this kind of headcanon, but I don't. Have some snippet ideas.

Usopp yelling out, "What did they do to my babygirl!" in earshot and Sanji giving him the wettest most pathetic sad cat eyes because she loves when Usopp calls her that and she wants TO LEAVE.

Sanji revealing her gender at the altar, and Pudding having a lesbian awakening.

Sanji actually taunting her brothers with a reversal of the sexist commentary they were throwing at her and then saving them.

Hearing multiple Charlotte kids question why Judge lied about having another son, and that they would've accepted a daughter to marry into the family. Some even say a daughter offering might've even prevented the whole assassination attempt thing.

Usopp gently putting Sanji's spiky stilettos on her feet like Cinderella and her prince, and she gets a horrible nosebleed. This happens moments before she's being dragged off to remake the wedding cake.

Pudding is still having the split genuine thirst and fake angry reactions to Sanji where she's just like (thumbs up emoji) in response.

Multiple cut scene styled flashbacks where random Charlotte kids realize Sanji was very obviously a woman, and they'd been too stupid in the moment to pay real attention to her slip ups.

Injured Sanji giving the double middle finger to the Vinsmokes as they part ways.

Luffy seriously asking Sanji why they didn't put her in a wedding dress. Were they too stupid to see she's a girl? He could tell it was really obvious so why didn't they?

Sanji in an irritated voice explaining to Luffy what they put her through, and then placing her hands on her blushing cheeks as she explains she only wants to wear a wedding dress once. She pointedly looks at Usopp and flutters her lashes. Usopp gets all bashful and smiley and starts a whole spiel about how if they got married it'd be way grander than what the Charlottes could come up with. Sanji is swooning. Nami is moments from throwing them both overboard for being way too mushy.

You got that right? Okay, good. Have a nice evening!

[theesirenteller]

“you’re pretty.” - “you’re drunk.” - 128 for Rio please🤭🩷

𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐫

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞: 𝕻𝖗𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖞 | Masterlist

♪ Por eso friki-friki-friki-friki-frik, friki-frik, frikitona ♪

The Latin blared loudly throughout the luxurious downtown Detroit loft. The vibration of the speakers bouncing off the walls. The home was filled to maximum capacity. Sweaty, half-naked bodies either grinding against one another or swinging off the various stripper poles located in the living room. Blue agave tequila bottles, cases of Corona beers, and sparkling white wines covered the marble countertops. The partygoer's skin had a pink hue to it due to the pink and red disco balls that shined down from the ceiling. Various neon-colored pills were scattered across the living room table beside used red solo cups. In the midst of the chaos, Epiphany sat on the sink in the master bathroom with her phone clutched in her hands.

〘𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚢〙

As she awaited Rio's reply, the dancer helped herself to another sip of her Corona. The incoming 'ding' of a new message from her phone caused her to straighten up.

《𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍?》

She couldn't stop the smile that crept across her lips as the memory of him and his hauntingly beautiful eyes swept across her mind.

〘𝚜𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚜, 𝚖𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚜. 𝟺𝚡 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐〙

After sending her location, Epiphany began drowning down the last few drops of her beer, and her friends barged into the bathroom. "¡Oye! ¿Dónde están los refrescos de la fiesta, huh?"Valentina asked. The Mexicana pulled her waist-length hair into a messy bun with her claw clip. The four girls behind her agreed with a simple 'yea!' in unison. 

"The refreshments are coming any minute now." Epiphany replied. She impatiently refreshed her message box once again. Her attention then turned towards Valentina. "Yo, if Mario snorts any more coke he's gonna start needing little blue pills to have a good time."

"That happened about 200 lines ago." Valentina scoffed as their friends laughed. 

"Guzmán is her prey tonight." Their mutual friend, Jasmine, joked. 

"Mira, esta noche la luna está llena y mi cama está vacía y Guzmán está soltero y solo así que…" Valentina replied with a wiggle of her eyebrows. Which caused the ladies to giggle. {ʟᴏᴏᴋ, ᴛᴏɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏɴ ɪs ғᴜʟʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍʏ ʙᴇᴅ ɪs ᴇᴍᴘᴛʏ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴜᴢᴍᴀɴ ɪs sɪɴɢʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴏɴᴇʟʏ sᴏ…}

《500$ 𝙾𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎. 𝚆𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚙》

A pleased smirk spread across Epiphany's lips, and she proceeded to send him a kiss emoji before jumping off the sink. "Our refreshments are here chicas." The girls cheered as Epiphany slipped on her mink fur coat. Her metallic-gold, rhinestone-studded bikini was no match for the Detroit midnight wind. As she made her way out of the bathroom and through the crowd, Epiphany's six-inch stilettos tapped against the floor. Her heartbeat sped up at the thought of seeing him. She wondered if he would be wearing a black button-down shirt like the night they'd met. Black usually made everyone look chic and classy. But for Rio, that color was made for him. 

She daydreamed about him throughout the elevator ride downstairs. But, it wasn't the dark knight that awaited her. Instead, it was a shorter, more buff, heavily tattooed male that she Rio with at the strip club.

"Not who you were expecting?" Mick questioned as he took notice of Epiphany's raised eyebrow.

"You don't exactly look like Willie Wonka." She responded while digging into her pocket for the cash.

"I'm his brother." He replied monotonously as they traded goods. 

The exchange humbled almost in audible chuckles before they went their separate ways. Time passed by slowly the moment that Ephipany and her friends were faced with the baggies of drugs they were faced with. Excitement filled their eyes as they sat together in the bathroom. Valentina cut semi-thick lines of cocaine across her iPhone with her Amex card. Epiphany passed around the Adderall while Maria refilled their flute glasses with tequila.  

A few bangs upon the door caused the girls to flinch and caused one of them to yell, "Vete a la mierda pendejo!" Eventually, it did stop, and the group carried on with their fun. The moment the ivory-colored powder hit the roof of Epiphany's nostril, it was like she'd been shot with adrenaline. The familiar euphoric bliss that made her world go from average to sunshine and fucking rainbows. She drowned four lines without so much as a sniffle, and after that, the party finally started for her. Epiphany felt like she could run a marathon, but instead, she danced. 

Wildly, Epiphany danced topless on top of tables in the middle of the living room. Her loose curls bounced in the air as she grinds against her friends. "Y yo voy, voy, voy!" She and her friends sang along to Daddy Yankee at the top of their lungs. Her breasts bounced up as she began jumping along with the crowd. The feeling of her heart beating roughly against her chest as if it were clawing out of her body was the climax before the crash. She could feel the rapid beat of the music vibrating off her skin. Valentina's sweaty hands on her hips as they swayed together. Her nose is stuffy and wet, just like her eyes. Her mouth grew dry, and by the heavy pressure she felt in her chest, Epiphany knew that she couldn't bear another line or another Adderall.

"Fuck…" She breathed out as she made her way off the table. Her friends were so wasted that they didn't notice her stumble into the master bedroom. But Epiphany didn't mind because she wanted to leave quietly anyway. Her coat was thrown beside the empty bed, Just where she had left it. Picking the mink up from the floor, Epiphany slipped it over her half-naked body. As she buttoned it up, her stomach began to growl. The craving for salty, cheesy eggs swept over her as she sank onto the bed. Eggs made her think of him. Their shared breakfast the morning after consisted of eggs and bacon.

Epiphany sighs to herself with glee at the thought of him. She proceeds to search for a Xanax tablet in her jacket before popping it into her once retrieved. An opened bottle of champagne was located on the bedside table and she washed her tablet down with it. 'Breakfast sounds really good right now.' she thought to herself before texting Rio. She yearned to see him. To Feel his hands across her skin. To feel his lips against hers.

〘𝙷𝚎𝚢 𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚎𝚐𝚐𝚜 ??? 𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 @ 𝟹 𝚊𝚖 𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝〙

The bubbles of the champagne tickled the back of her throat as she sipped it. Not expecting him to respond, Epiphany stuffed her phone back into her pocket and left the bedroom. Just like every other party she went to, the dancing and drugs always turned things into one big orgy. The living room was a sea of naked bodies colliding and others laid out cold. The dancer spilled out of the loft quietly and took the elevator to the parking lot. The cool air provided a sense of comfort to her hot skin. As she walked along the quiet streets of the affluent area of Detroit, Rio sat at the bar on the opposite side of town.

The Chicago gangster had sat in self-isolation with a glass of Pappy Van Winkle bourbon in his hands. Beth was a person he could only handle in small doses or else, the urge to off her would be too great. Hot and cold she was and even when she invited him to sleep over her new home…he didn't. Basking in his own solitude was how he spent his nights when his child wasn't in his care. It was hard for him to trust people in a city of snakes. His thick eyebrows began to knit together the moment he received the text. A little taken aback that Epiphany had texted at this hour. Based on the order Mick dropped off, Rio figured she'd either be knocked out cold or in someone's bed.

For a solid five minutes, he stared at the text. Debating with himself on what his next move would be. But in the end, Rio ended up getting into his car and driving to pick her up. He hadn't thought much of it, instead, he acted off impulse. Epiphany was intriguing in a fun way. She was energetic and fiery. He had a thing for a girl with spice. Her direct yet sassy attitude amused him. When he rolled into the 7/11 parking lot, his eyebrows raised at the sight of her. Her fur coat fit her like a mini dress; it felt right above her knees. A look of relaxation across her face as she sipped on a cherry cola. He couldn't help but admire how enchanted she looked underneath the moonlight. She had this type of 'untamed beauty' about her. Effortless. He found her to be sexy in a sultry way. Rio proceeded to step out of the car and make his way around the driver's side to the front of the car, "Hey Champ." 

"You came." Epiphany cheered with glee as she made her way over to him.

"I told you I would." Rio chuckled.

"Yeah well, my bad I thought I'd die of hunger before you got here." She giggled as her face grew hot. 

"Nah." He smiled humorously, "I wouldn't do you like that."

Epiphany couldn't help but swoon. Rio had the most beautiful smile she had ever seen. "You're so pretty. Like really… really pretty." she blurted out. A starry look in her eyes and a dazed smile on her lips.

"And you're drunk."

"I am but a drunk always speaks the truth,'' she argued. 

Their laughs went together like a symphony to an orchestra. And for a moment their eyes lingered on one another. Wanderlust about each other was thick in the air that night. Rio only grinned and proceeded to open the passenger side door for her. As soon as Epiphany was inside and they started their journey through the city, Rio asked her "So, what are you in the mood for?"

"Hmm…eggs but not scrambled. So, Tamagoyaki and sashimi sound good."

"I took you for more of the California roll type," Rio commented.

"Nah, not spicy enough for me. I like the devil roll or the ninja." Epiphany grinned. Every so often she would take her gaze off of him and look at the Chicago nightlife, "I love the night. Even when there's parties and whatever else going on, there's still a sense of solitude and peace."

"You enjoy being solitude?" Rio wondered aloud.

"Yes, the majority of the time." Epiphany nodded, "With exceptions. What about you?"

"Marcus Aurelius once said 'He who lives in harmony with himself-" Rio began to say before being cut off by Epiphany.

"Lives in harmony with the universe." she grinned. 

The Chicago gangster gave her a look of enchantment. Impressed by her knowledge of stoicism. "Yeah, exactly. That's what I live by," he replied with a slight raspiness to his voice. He ended up taking them to an after-hours Japanese Michelin-star restaurant called Hachiman. Which was named after the god of peace of Japan. The space was very intimate. No more than fifty tables. The walls were a deep shade of Jade-green with black marble tables and buttery-smooth leather booth seats. Gold-colored oil lamps hung from the ceilings giving the restaurant a cozy, dim-lighted ambiance. 

Epiphany and Rio walked side by side to their table. His hand rested on the middle of her back as Epiphany walked slowly due to feeling a bit 'loose' from all her party favors. His hand on her back provided a sense of stability. 

As they sat across from one another Epiphany lowered her coat a few inches below her shoulders to catch some air. Rio's eyes then lingered along her skin. It looked dewy and luminous. Her shoulder blades held a slight golden shimmer to them. He could faintly smell cherry radiating off of her. Rio was a man with a very sharp memory and paid great attention to detail. It was what kept him in the game for so long. He took notice of the Chanel Paradoxe watch on her wrist. That wasn't cheap. Not in the slightest. It cost her a good 230 gs or more. It sparked his interest and a call to Mick to find out more about her would be made sooner than later.

Suddenly, she giggled. More to herself than him. But before Rio could ask her anything, Epiphany clarified, "I didn't take you for the type to be into Martha Stewart."

He slightly tilted his head to the side. A blank expression on his face as he attempted to register what she had said.

"I mean no offense to your girl but come on…"Epiphany's cheeks puffed up as she fought back a laugh, "The haircut…the blazer or peacoat…whatever it is…it's giving Martha Stewart. "

Epiphany had successfully broken Rio's stoic expression. He let out a vibrant laugh. A fruitful, joyous laugh that caused his eyes to close and his head to tilt back. Their dinner consisted of laughter over drinks and sushi, sashimi and more drinks. Rio was impressed how well she held her liquor. For the most part, Epiphany was just flirty and playful. By the time dessert rolled around, their conversation rolled back around to Beth. "We're business partners." Rio clarified. "Everyone's got their role."

"Ah, and where does fucking and emotions come into that?," Epiphany questioned. Followed by indulging in a spoonful of matcha ice cream and chocolate.

Rio laughed in response, "Collateral damage control." His left brow rose "What makes you think that, champ?"

"Los ojos…the way she looks at you," Epiphany licks the cream from her spoon, "Eso es intimacy. It's personal."

"Way I see it is, it ain't no different than what you do, yeah? " Rio shot back, "Usas lo que tienes para conseguir lo que quieres, tu servicio es el deseo."

{you use what you got to get what you want, your service is desire.}

Epiphany slipped her foot out of her heel, smoothly rolling her foot across his thigh as she smiled. "Sí. It's not hard to get what you want when they want you back." Rio raised his glass with a smirk across his lips and the pair clicked their glasses together.

And when the night was no longer young and the sun began to awaken, He had driven her home. An upscale building located in the center of the city. His arm wrapped around her waist as she held onto him for support. "That's meee," she sang as she punched the code into her front door's keypad. Epiphany spun on her heel and smiled up at him. They'd only been an inch apart in height. Epiphany narrowed her eyes in on his as she batted her lashes. "Are you coming in?"

"Nah, gotta be up in a few hours." He replied. Their eyes lingered in on each other for what felt like hours but were mer moments. Epiphany abruptly tugged him closer by the collar of his shirt, her fingers looping around his golden chair. Her lips colliding with his. Epiphany's lips felt tender against his; Rio shuddered when her body moved against his. Her scent plaguing his skin. His hands gently grasped at the sides of her face as he kissed her deeply in return.

Epiphany felt jitters in her stomach and excitement bloomed within her chest. The intense heat that crept up her body as their mouths moved in a waltz-slow sync was short lived. "I'll see you later." He rasped against her mouth before leaving a few lingering kisses to the side of her jaw. He held her in his hands for a a few lingering moments. As she slowly opened her eyes, His warm hands slid over hers.

"Good morning." was all she could say with a giddy yet bashful smile painted across her face. The smile he gave her made Epiphany feel as though she were melting like a scoop of ice cream. His smile stayed in her mind until her head finally hit the pillows of her bed. That morning, she slept with a smile on her face.

Tagged ; @lovedlover @darqchilddaydreamz @spaghettificationandpretzels @danzer8705

[dsgirl2024]

The World You See | Prologue | Hoseok | BTS OT7 x Reader Fanfiction

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CONTENT WARNING

This story has explicit descriptions of death, drug use, alcohol use, addiction, sex, language, mental illness, suicide, and other possibly triggering content.

If this will effect your well being in ANY WAY, PLEASE DO NOT READ!

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ABOUT

Genre ☆ Fantasy / Romance (Fanfiction)

Rating ☆ Mature (18+ Minors DNI)

Pairing ☆ BTS OT7 x Reader

Story Type ☆ Angel BTS (AU)

SUMMARY

You've always seen the world a bit differently than others. It was like your magic power. And maybe that was why only you could see the lights that night. The big, astronomical explosion of lights that rained down to earth in colors you had never known to have existed until now. Little did you know about a divine destiny beyond your wildest dreams, and seven angelic beings brought down from heaven to guide you.

Apparently, the world is ending, and they're convinced that you're the one to save it. All you have to do, is figure out how.

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Seoul was extraordinarily cold for an early-spring night. 

A bitter sort of chill, one that called for sweaters, hats and for some, a warm coat. The perfect type of night to stay in doors, safe and cozy, curling up on the couch with a steaming cup of tea. A great book in hand, or perhaps a Netflix session to start off a weekend binge.

At least, that appealed to some people.

For others, it was never too cold to live it up--throw on a cute fit and assemble the squad. No matter how low the temperature dropped, the active city at no time neglected a vibrant nightlife. Neon lights illuminated the ground, bleeding saturated colors, and the black pavement glittered as club-goers and bar-hoppers bustled from place to place.

Just as those whom braved the weather, stilettos clacking and hair done-up, someone else had been promised a good time that night.

The time of his life.

One of grandeur and refinement, at the top of the classiest hotel. Where old money mingled with new money, striking deals as they utilized charisma like a weapon--guns loaded, waiting for the right moment to strike. Not ever really enjoying the company of each other, though feigning pleasantries for the sake of the game. The salacious game of shameless business, be it for power, money or love.

And tonight, many had gathered to play. Dressed in the finest attire, their sparkling bodies circled and flirted, sipping on champagne with painted lips and fake smiles. Dazzling, beautiful people, fat with riches, Botox and high societal respect. The creme-de-la-creme.

How ignorant they were.

How oblivious.

Such egocentric, vapid humans, so self involved that they'd hardly noticed the absence of the man whom they came for in the first place.

This was his night. His party. Recognition for all the sweat and tears he'd spilled vying for a spot within their good graces. Validation, that his professional enslavement was all gearing for a brighter future. Oh, the butts he kissed, the demands he dealt with.

The sacrifices he made.

He should be drunk as fuck, enjoying the food, befriending the one percent, charming some women and busting out his sick dance moves. His time had come.He'd finally made it.

So why?

Why, instead, did Jung Hoseok find the tops of his leather-shoed feet dangled off the hotel roof,  dangerously toying with a fatal descent? 

More importantly, why did he look so...

broken?

Tears streaming, wet and snotty, the tall, elegant man appeared as if the seams to his existence had torn apart. Like his insides were barely contained, spilling from all sides, as he clutched his rib cage desperately. Sniffing, chocking down sobs.

The icy winds whipped violently, staining his skin with raw, pink stripes and the coattails of his black Armani tux flapped like flags at mast.

'Ding' A chime alerted from his suit pocket.

Hoseok's weight teetered unsteadily, grimacing, the sound clearly distraught him. "You've won!" He thought, "Just leave me alone!"

'Ding, ding' It chimed again. Determined.

Hoseok swallowed thickly.

Fishing around in his tux, the man pulled out his phone and looked down at the Kakao Talk ID that popped up on the screen. JustYourPrince had sent him a new attachment. His heart dropped, anxious as he opened it, eyes swiping the image with speed. A strangled groan ripped from his throat.

It was a picture of a blind-folded woman. She was tied up and gagged with a gun pointed at her temple. Her long, black locks abnormally messed, and it had been clear by her bloodied lip that she'd put up a fight. Tears of recognition welled in Hoseok's eyes.

'Tick, tock.' The message below spelled out.

An anguished look distorted delicate features, as Hoseok threw his head to the sky, searching for a sign, praying that God had a sick sense of humor. This wasn't really happening. This couldn't actually be happening.

Not to him.

Not to her.

'Ding'

'Ding'

'Ding'

"I can't take it anymore! Ok? I'll do it! I'll do it, I said! So please, just stop!"

The man didn't want to jump.

He had to jump.

That is to say, there didn't seem to be an alternative option. If Hoseok didn't do what they'd asked, she was going to pay the price for it.

'Friday at midnight. If you don't do it by then, she'll suffer the consequences of your actions, Mr. Jung.' That's what they told him.

It was Friday.

Time was running out.

Looking down, the man's stomach lurched. Woozy from the vertigo, he blinked through the blur, palms sweaty, nails digging, as he gauged the height of the drop. Must be at least twenty stories. The hundreds of bodies below resembled dots amidst the glow of building lights. For a moment, he envied those dots. So insignificant--free to exist in peace, camouflaged by the vastness of society.

'Dong--' 'Dong--'  rang the clock-tower bells a few blocks over, a final countdown initiating.

11:59 p.m.

A singular tear dripped off his nose and fell to the streets below. Hoseok sucked in a breath as he watched it vanish from sight, holding in air then relinquishing it all at once. Trembling.

Anticipating.

Wondering, how everything spun so far out of control? It wasn't supposed to be like this. The man's life was in mere adolescence, opportunities just started knocking at his door. He'd worked so hard fortoo long, only to at last receive his reward--and now that reward was being snatched from his grasp. Cruelly. Evilly. The sweet taste of success, drowned by the bitterness of his misfortune.

It wasn't fair.

It wasn't fair at all, but Hoseok couldn't let her suffer. Not for something that was his responsibility in the first place. He refused to allow another person he loved foot his bill, because the last time, it had ended badly.  No one was meant to get hurt, but a dangerous game had been played--against an even more formidable foe. One whom he'd sorely miscalculated, and that had been his first grave mistake.

'Dong--'

His second was his naivety.

'Dong--'

His third was his negligence.

'Dong--'

Maybe this was karma--

'Dong--'

--reaping what he sowed.

'Dong--'

As the last bell tolled, Hoseok shut his eyes tight, collecting his wits. Carefully, he turned his back from the ledge, unwilling to witness full force his death to the ground beneath. He'd rather face the sky, instead. That way, he'd be less afraid. 

The wind shoved at his chest, demanding and hostile, as if it'd grown impatient, reminding the man of the urgency.

'At midnight.' It whispered.'Tick, tok.'

Hoseok told the wind to kindly, fuck off.

Let him go on his own terms.

Let him go with dignity.

Composed.

Mind clear.

Deep breath.

And then he went, tipping himself over the ledge. 

Air rushed his descending person, as gravity dragged him down. Faster and faster, the feeling unlike any he'd experienced before. Adrenaline juiced through his veins like a drug, blood pumping at a frightening speed. It was almost... exciting--fun even, if not for the end Hoseok knew awaited him.

Soon, he would be nothing more than a splattered lump on concrete. An eyesore for pedestrians, and a burden for the poor soul tasked with scrapping his guts off the sidewalk. It'd be quick, though, he was thankful for that.

At least this way, he could free himself.

Free them both.

The thought brought him some comfort.

Then, out of nowhere, a blinding light intrigued Hoseok's eyes to open. He gasped, enthralled by what he saw. Beautiful and terrifying all at once, the indescribable hues of colors gave chase to his falling form. Illuminated beams extended out, weaving and streaking the stratosphere like arms to catch him before he hit the ground below.

Stretching out as far as he could, Hoseok yearned to touch it, curious to learn its texture. Time seemed to slow. Dark hair kissed his cheeks gently, fluttering, as he wondered what something so pretty even felt like? Was it cold? Or did it burn? Sting? Tingle? Drench?

Since he was going to die regardless, it'd be nice to die knowing something like that. Maybe then, the idea of his life cut short wouldn't be so bad, so tragic.

Maybe then, he'd have some hope.

As though his request had been heard, the light sped faster, until suddenly his fingertips grazed the surface. Sizzling. An electrifying current blew through his veins, hot and freezing all at the same time. Flesh quivering, pleasured by the exotic sensation, Hoseok's lips parted in a blissful grin. 

Because now he knew.

He knew everything.

Completely at peace and with an accepting look in his eye, the man gave himself over to the light. Permitting his body to be consumed within its glow, before he came crashing down on the sidewalk beneath. 

The midnight bell concluded, marking the arrival of a new day. 0:00 a.m.

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LADY GAGA RUNS ERRANDS AROUND PARIS IN CELINE

Lady Gaga is still in Paris and enjoying some free time after her grand performance yesterday. The superstar was spotted shopping at the Dior boutique before stopping for some sandwiches this afternoon.

Gaga lives up to true Parisian chic in a Celine homme black tuxedo jacket rendered in grain de poudre featuring an oversized, boxy silhouette, a long satin shawl lapel and single-breasted front which she combined with a black shirt and mini skirt.

Even though it's rainy day in Paris, that didn‘t stop Gaga from wearing some new fierce sunglasses.

I‘ve thrown an eye on Brazilian eyewear label LAPIMA for quite some time now and I‘m glad to report that she finally chose to rock one of their frames - Maria ($542 - sold out).

Next, she donned the Melinda Maria She‘s So Smooth gold-plated domed button earrings ($68).

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Melinda Maria "She's So Smooth" Earrings ($68.00)

The second Celine item is this Fall/Winter 2024 Teen Garage patent leather bag in color-block design with golden Triomphe logo closure. It’s currently exclusively available in the Harrods store!

The look was completed with the Jimmy Choo Diamond Talura 100mm black patent leather stiletto pumps with gold-tone ankle chain ($587).

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Jimmy Choo "Diamond Talura" Pumps ($587.00)

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Estaban las ganas, hacía semanas que no te sentía dentro, mi cuerpo te aclama, salí a llevar el ritmo de mi rutina con detalles acuesta por la previa intención de verle, labios color carmín, stilettos 👠 a juego, una opción oportuna para un cambio de bragas y un “postre” para compartir.

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Gucci's Creative Director, Sabato de Sarno, expressed 'an opportunity to fall in love with fashion again' through the 2024 S/S women's collection 'Gucci Ancora'. Hoodies with simple and concise silhouettes, patent leather shorts in Gucci Ancora color, and thick platform loafers indicate that this collection starts from everyone's wardrobe. The white bag is the 'Gucci Diana' bag.

Sabato de Sarno focuses on the essence of Gucci through the form and proportions of clothing.

The pink jacket and shorts, featuring restrained tailoring, are the result of Sabato de Sarno being greatly influenced by Tom Ford's Gucci collections. The white bag, accentuated by Gucci's signature 'web' strap, is a 'mini shoulder' bag.

The simplicity is evident in the double-breasted wool tailoring long coat and the white cashmere silk tank top. Both the outfit and accessories are by Gucci.

The neon-colored coat adorned with metal fringe, patent leather shorts in 'Gucci Ancora' colour, and the white 'Gucci Bamboo 1947' bag harmonize beautifully.

The thin knit material that closely reveals the body's shape, the daringly slit skirt, and the pointed stiletto heels define Sabato de Sarno's sensuality.

The burgundy colour of 'Gucci Ancora' signifies the joy and passion of life, provocation, and confidence, and it is the core colour that runs through Sabato de Sarno's Gucci. The black patent material bag, featuring an embossed logo, is the 'Gucci Bamboo 1947' bag.

📷 Park Gyuyoung x Gucci

Vogue Korea, March 2024

[myparadisemyblog]

Disfruté en especial la primera vez que nos vimos, cuando nos conocimos en persona después de escasos mensajes escritos a lo largo de varios meses; fue una invitación a comer y ya se sabe cuánto disfruto el embellecerme para alguien más, sobre todo si no está planeado que me desnude durante la primera media hora; de ser así creo que siento que es un poco desperdicio y supongo que inconscientemente pongo menos empeño.

Después de una clase de pilates en casa me metí a la regadera para refrescarme el cuerpo, el pelo me lo había lavado por la mañana. Al salir de la ducha y untarme todos mis productos humectantes me dispuse a elegir la lencería que llevaría puesta, aunque era improbable que la viera me gusta sentirme linda, impecable de pies a cabeza cuando conozco a alguien nuevo.

Elegí un bra blanco en conjunto con un cachetero de encaje en tono azul bebé, encima me puse un vestido tipo wrap color crema con rayas negras , stilettos nude.

Me maquillé igual que todos los días, no necesito gran cosa por lo que todos los días me hago un maquillaje natural a penas notorio, tan transparente que deja ver una de mis mayores cualidades: mi juventud. Y me alisé el pelo.

Solicité un servicio de transporte, mientras llegaba me puse un esmalte color vino en las uñas que se estropeo a los pocos segundos gracias a que no me puedo quedar quieta; como ya no quedaba tiempo me las arreglé para disimularlo lo mejor que pude. En el camino me di cuenta que el escote se me abría y dejaba ver mi bra, parece que no era el adecuado para ese vestido y parece que no era mi día: primero las uñas y luego mi ropa interior saliéndose . Aun así intenté no perder mi seguridad, que gracias al cielo fue reafirmada mientras caminaba del estacionamiento hasta el restaurante donde nos vimos. No soy soberbia pero tampoco tonta, me doy cuenta perfectamente de la manera en que me miran los demás; tantas miradas solo me sirven para reafirmar mi seguridad y saber que le gustaré a la persona con la que voy a estar.

Me dio el nombre con el que había registrado la mesa para que la hosstes me llevara hasta él. No era su nombre supuestamente para que el restaurante no lo googleara y lo relacionara con la empresa para la cual trabaja y le inflaran los precios o una cosa así. ¿Delirio de persecución? ¿Megalomanía? No lo sé. Pero funciona para montarle tu imagen en la mente a una chiquilla ingenua e impresionable como yo, además de dar pauta para el inicio de la conversación.

La hostess me condujo hasta donde él estaba, cuando llegue una mesera estaba sirviéndole agua mineral; pero eso no impidió que al verme se pusiera de pie para saludarme, acto que me pareció sumamente caballeroso e hizo crecer mi encanto. Nos dimos un beso en las mejillas, durante el cual pude percibir su perfume, era uno de esos intensos, que se te quedan pegados en la ropa, en la nariz y en la memoria; eso es lo mío , no los hombres que huelen a suavitel o simplemente a limpio, bien por ellos pero no me encantan; son estos aromas fuertes los que provocar fascinación en mí , invasivos que extrañamente me hacen pensar que quienes los usan igualmente son hombres fuertes, con esencia definida y consolidada; creer eso me seduce.

Me senté al otro lado de la mesa y pedí también un agua mineral para comenzar. La conversación inició justo con el tema del porque se había cambiado el nombre para solicitar una mesa ; entonces me explicó lo antes mencionado, el tema conectaba con lo que hace en su trabajo por lo que después procedió a hablarme de ello.

Centré toda mi atención.

-¿Qué quieres pedir?- me preguntó

Analicé rápidamente el menú de comida oriental sin tener idea. Él pareció notarlo por lo que procedió a darme una reseña de cada uno de los platos que conocía y finalizó con una sugerencia: tres platos distintos al centro para compartir.

Que un hombre tenga el atrevimiento de elegirme la comida me parece un acto tan dominante de su parte, tanto que fascinada acepté la sugerencia con una sonrisa. Quiero que sepa que los detalles como esos me derriten y dejan huella en mi mente.

La charla se llenó de amenidad y declaraciones sutiles que quedaban  perfectamente encajadas en la conversación , nada forzado. Declaraciones como “A mí me interesa escucharte y conocerte” o “Me gusta ese talento tuyo”, si, se refería a mi talento de escribir; resulta que hace meses le compartí mi blog; debió  haber sido algo nada relevante para mí pues lo olvidé por completo. Cuando lo mencionó me quedé con la boca abierta, quizá me sonrojé un poco

-¿Yo te lo compartí? - pregunté sorprendida, aunque la respuesta era obvia. ¿Quién más?

Asintió y procedió a contarme un poco de lo que leyó.

-¿Recuerdas todo lo que escribes?-

-Usualmente sí. – respondí.  << Y cómo no voy a hacerlo?>>

Como efecto de lo que me acababa de enterar me pasaron tres cosas: por un lado, me sonrojé porque usualmente no salgo con las mismas personas que leen mi blog, saber que él lo ha leído me hizo sentir desnuda frente a sus ojos automáticamente: mi cuerpo, mi mente, mi talento, mis ideas. Por otro lado, me dio la pauta para empezar a ser yo , ya no tenía que fingir ser quien no soy, no tenía que intentar esconder lo que sé por miedo a lo que piense de mí  y por último me quitó un peso de encima: Para ese punto él me conocía más de lo que yo pensaba y aún así nunca  había intentado tratarme como si fuera una prostituta.

A continuación, seguimos conversando mientras compartimos los tres platillos; al final compartimos un postre lleno de sabores suaves: fresas, helado de vainilla y café.

Pidió la cuenta y salimos del restaurante hacia la plaza, yo tomada de su brazo sin ningún tipo de incomodidad.  

-Vamos a mi casa. – propuso mientras caminamos.

-Hmm no puedo- le respondí

-Por qué no?-

-No lo tenía planeado, ya debo volver a mi casa. –

-Podemos ver una película, no tenemos que tener sexo- 

-¿Por qué no?- respondí riéndome.  <<De verdad piensa que no tengo ganas después de todos los estímulos positivos que le ha dado a mi mente? >>-  pensé

-No sé, lo dije por si no querías- me respondió riéndose

-No es eso, es que en serio ya es tarde y debo regresar. – procedí a explicarle.

-Ok- respondió resignado.

Cambiamos el tema , en lo que llegábamos al estacionamiento hablamos de los libros que estamos leyendo en ese momento.

-Estoy leyendo IQ84- me dijo

-Nooo, no es cierto!- le respondí tan sorprendida y agradada que casi me detuve para verlo directo a los ojos. –No es cierto! Murakami es mi autor favorito y ese es mi libro favorito- completé con la cara iluminada con una sonrisa.

No voy a mentir, con la suma de todo hasta ese momento, sentía encanto; encanto de ese que te hace tener ganas de compartir más comidas y cenas con esa persona para conocerle mejor; además me sentía comodísima respecto a la cercanía física.

Caminamos hasta su auto, me abrió la puerta; cuando entró en el auto a mi lado volvió a insistir con lo que fuéramos a su casa. Le di una negativa amable pero rotunda y giré el cuello hacía él, para que me besara o yo lo besara, como sea. Se acercó y lo hizo; el beso fue lindo y cálido, y por supuesto no evité esos “ruiditos” parecidos a un ronroneo que suelen acompañar a mis besos.

Al terminar el beso comenzó a conducir , puse la mano sobre su pierna , después con timidez la moví un poco más al centro hasta que él la tomó para ponerla justo donde estaba acomodado su pene, lo acaricié, él también puso la mano sobre mi pierna más cercana y comenzó a subir por en medio de mis muslos haciendo que el vestido se levantara cara vez más hasta que dejó el encaje al descubierto, cuando eso pasó apartó brevemente la vista de en frente para contemplar mi pubis adornado con el encaje ; volvió la vista al frente y metió los dedos por un lado del puente haciendo que comenzara a retorcerme el asiento y a gemir ; movió  los dedos dentro de mí , acariciando mi vagina y mi clítoris; la intensidad creció hasta que empecé a gritar, a  pedirle que no parará y a moverme en el asiento hacia delante y atrás como si me estuviera penetrando.

-Déjame probar- le pedí cuando estábamos a punto de llegar a donde iba a dejarme. Me doble hacía adelante  por la cintura, él sacó los dedos , me agache y me los metí en la boca paladeando mi salado suave.  Él estaba viéndome saborearlo.

-¿Así me la vas a chupar?-

Asentí sin sacarme sus dedos de la boca.  

[lesfoliesdeugenie]

Master Winter Fashion: The Ultimate Guide to Cozy and Chic Looks

When the temperature drops, it’s time to rethink your wardrobe essentials. But who says you have to compromise style for warmth? Winter fashion offers endless opportunities to mix comfort with chic, transforming your cold-weather wardrobe into a collection of elegant layers. From jackets and coats to scarves and boots, mastering winter fashion is all about layering smartly, playing with textures, and choosing pieces that complement both your personal style and the season’s demands.

At Les Folies de Eugénie, we’re here to guide you through the ultimate winter wardrobe, ensuring you stay cozy, chic, and perfectly on-trend all season long.

1. Jackets, Coats, and Furs: The Foundation of Your Winter Wardrobe

A great winter coat is a true investment piece—one that keeps you warm while adding an air of sophistication to any outfit. Whether you’re looking for a sleek, tailored wool coat, a cozy puffer jacket, or a glamorous fur, these statement pieces are the cornerstone of every winter wardrobe.

Jackets and Coats: For everyday wear, a tailored wool coat can instantly elevate your look, offering a refined aesthetic. Opt for neutral tones like camel, black, or gray for timeless versatility. If you're heading for a more casual look, a puffer jacket or down coat will keep you snug without sacrificing style. Look for sleek designs that flatter your figure while ensuring comfort.

Furs: Add a touch of luxury with faux or real fur. Faux fur is cruelty-free and incredibly stylish, available in various styles ranging from full-length coats to cozy fur collars that add drama and flair to your outfit. Choose a statement color, such as deep burgundy or ivory, to brighten up those gray winter days.

2. Squares, Scarves, and Shawls: Accessorize Your Winter Look

Winter accessories are more than just functional—they are essential to achieving that layered, chic look. Scarves, shawls, and squares not only keep you warm but also elevate your outfit with a pop of color or texture.

Scarves and Shawls: A soft, oversized scarf is a must-have this season. Wrap yourself in luxury with wool, cashmere, or even a chunky knit scarf. A shawl can add an elegant touch to your evening look, especially when draped over your shoulders in a sophisticated knot. Pair your shawl or scarf with your favorite coat for an effortlessly chic appearance. You can experiment with patterns—plaid, houndstooth, or even a solid bold color like red or deep green to stand out.

Squares: A silk square scarf is perfect for adding a dash of color to any outfit. You can wear it around your neck, tie it to your handbag, or even wear it as a headscarf to keep your hair in place during gusty winds. Silk squares are versatile, and their lightweight texture makes them easy to layer without adding bulk.

3. Boots and Ankle Boots: Step into Style

Winter footwear should offer both comfort and style—and boots are the perfect blend of both. Whether you're looking for knee-high boots to keep you warm or ankle boots for a chic, everyday look, the options are endless.

Boots: Knee-high leather boots are a classic winter wardrobe piece, offering warmth, protection, and sophistication. Choose a pair with a block heel for practicality, or opt for a sleek, stiletto heel for an elegant night out. Leather or suede is the ideal material, providing durability and a polished look that can be paired with almost anything—from dresses to trousers.

Ankle Boots: Ankle boots are versatile enough to be worn with skirts, dresses, or jeans. Whether in sleek leather, suede, or even chunky knit designs, ankle boots allow you to express your personal style while keeping your feet warm. Look for styles with fun details like buckles, laces, or fur linings for added flair.

4. Layering Smartly: Key to Comfort and Style

Mastering winter fashion means knowing how to layer efficiently without looking bulky. Start with a fitted base layer like a turtleneck or thermal top, then add your favorite knit sweater for warmth. Layer a coat or jacket over that, and don’t forget to add scarves, shawls, and squares for that extra cozy touch. Mix and match different textures—think wool, knit, cashmere, and fur—so you can achieve a layered look that feels as chic as it looks.

5. Adding Color and Texture

Winter fashion doesn’t have to be dull. Use rich, deep colors like navy, burgundy, forest green, and mustard to add vibrancy to your winter wardrobe. Pair these colors with textures like chunky knits, plush furs, and smooth leathers to create a visually appealing, cozy look.

Conclusion: Winter Chic at Its Best

Winter fashion doesn’t have to mean sacrificing warmth for style. With the right combination of jackets, coats, furs, scarves, and boots, you can easily design a winter wardrobe that’s both practical and fashionable. Whether you're braving the cold for work or heading out for a winter event, staying stylish is all about the perfect layers and accessories that reflect your personality.At Les Folies de Eugénie, we’re dedicated to providing you with the finest winter fashion essentials that not only keep you warm but also ensure you turn heads. Start building your winter wardrobe today, and step out in style no matter the weather!

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Dylan Josie De Rossi

Age: 26

Nicknames: “The Firebrand” (used by her enemies); “Josie” by those closest to her.

Titles: The Mafia Princess of the De Rossi Family.

Appearance: Dylan has an air of sophistication and intensity. She often wears tailored suits or sleek dresses in dark, bold colors. Her piercing hazel eyes and sharp jawline give her an intimidating presence, softened only by her occasional smirk. Her blonde hair is typically styled in loose waves or pulled back for a more commanding look.

Physical Description

Face: Dylan’s angular features give her a sharp, almost intimidating beauty. Her hazel eyes are piercing, often analyzing everything and everyone around her.

Hair: Her blonde hair is impeccably styled, whether in loose waves or a sleek ponytail, reflecting her polished demeanor.

Clothing: Dylan’s wardrobe is high-end and tailored, favoring fitted suits and designer dresses in dark tones. She pairs her outfits with statement accessories, such as a gold watch or bold earrings, and never goes anywhere without her favorite pair of stilettos.

Personality

Rational and Calculating: Dylan is a strategist at heart, always thinking several steps ahead. She values logic and efficiency over sentimentality.

Blunt and Honest: She’s not one to sugarcoat her words, preferring to be direct even if it ruffles feathers.

Ambitious and Independent: Dylan thrives in high-pressure situations and is fiercely determined to carve out her own legacy within her family’s criminal empire.

Guarded and Mistrustful: While she values loyalty, she rarely lets people get close, fearing betrayal or manipulation.

Backstory

Dylan grew up in a world of wealth and violence, watching her father, the ruthless head of the De Rossi crime family, navigate the dark underbelly of the city. As the eldest child, Dylan was groomed to inherit the family’s legacy, though she resents the constraints it places on her freedom.

Tragedy struck when her younger brother, Matteo, was killed in a botched assassination attempt meant for her father. Blaming herself for not foreseeing the attack, Dylan doubled down on her role in the family, determined to prevent further losses.

While she’s respected (and feared) by her family and rivals, Dylan constantly questions whether the life of a mafia princess is one she truly wants—or one she’s simply trapped in.

Relationships

Her Father (Don Rafael De Rossi): A complicated dynamic. Dylan respects her father’s authority and strategic mind but deeply resents his coldness and how he views her as an extension of his legacy rather than as an individual.

Allies & Enemies: Dylan has carefully cultivated a network of allies, though she trusts very few. She enjoys outsmarting her enemies, often using their arrogance against them.

Potential Love Interest: Dylan keeps her relationships purely transactional, fearing vulnerability could be used against her. However, someone who sees beyond her icy exterior might break through her defenses.

Motivations and Goals

Protect the Family: Dylan feels a deep sense of responsibility for the safety and reputation of the De Rossi name.

Reclaim Her Autonomy: She dreams of stepping out from her father’s shadow and forging her own identity, though she’s unsure how to achieve this without betraying her family.

Revenge for Matteo: Dylan quietly gathers information on the assassin responsible for her brother’s death, planning to exact vengeance when the time is right.

Abilities and Skills

Master Strategist: Dylan excels in planning and executing elaborate schemes, particularly in high-stakes situations.

Interrogation & Persuasion: Her sharp tongue and keen observation make her a formidable negotiator and interrogator.

Combat Training: Though not a frontline fighter, Dylan is skilled with a pistol and carries a hidden blade for self-defense.

[freshshoes2]

Cómo encontrar los zapatos perfectos para vestidos: guía de zapatos de mujer

En lo que respecta a la moda, el calzado adecuado puede realzar cualquier atuendo, especialmente cuando se combinan zapatos con vestidos. Ya sea que asistas a una boda, un evento formal o simplemente disfrutes de una salida nocturna, elegir los zapatos de mujer adecuados es esencial para completar tu look y garantizar la comodidad.

Entender los diferentes tipos de zapatos para vestidos Tacones: los tacones altos son una opción clásica para los vestidos. Agregan altura y elegancia, lo que los hace perfectos para eventos nocturnos. Los stilettos, los zapatos de salón y los tacones de bloque son opciones populares que pueden complementar varios estilos de vestidos. Al seleccionar tacones, considera la altura con la que te sientas cómoda, así como el tipo de vestido que estás usando. Para un vestido de cóctel, un stiletto elegante puede funcionar mejor, mientras que un tacón de bloque puede ofrecer más estabilidad para un vestido largo fluido.

Balones: para quienes prefieren la comodidad, los zapatos para vestidos no tienen por qué significar tacones altos. Las bailarinas y los mocasines son excelentes alternativas que combinan maravillosamente con vestidos de verano y estilos casuales. Ofrecen un estilo elegante pero relajado, lo que las hace ideales para eventos diurnos o salidas informales.

Cuñas: las sandalias de cuña son una opción fantástica para los vestidos de verano. Ofrecen la altura de los tacones y al mismo tiempo más soporte y estabilidad. Las cuñas se pueden usar para ocasiones formales o informales, lo que las hace versátiles tanto para ocasiones informales como semiformales.

Botines: para darle un toque moderno, considere usar botines con sus vestidos. Funcionan particularmente bien con vestidos de estilo bohemio o vintage, y le agregan un toque atrevido a su atuendo. Elija un par con un tacón bajo para mayor comodidad y estilo.

Cómo elegir el color y el estilo adecuados Al seleccionar zapatos de mujer para combinar con sus vestidos, la coordinación de colores es clave. Los tonos neutros como el negro, el beige y los metálicos pueden complementar casi cualquier vestido, mientras que los colores llamativos pueden marcar la diferencia y realzar el aspecto general. Considere el patrón y el estilo del vestido al elegir su calzado; un vestido simple se puede combinar con zapatos vibrantes, mientras que un vestido estampado puede lucir mejor con zapatos de mujer de un solo color.

La comodidad es importante Sin importar la ocasión, la comodidad nunca debe verse comprometida. Opte por zapatos para vestidos que se ajusten bien y ofrezcan soporte, especialmente si estará de pie durante períodos prolongados. Busque plantillas acolchadas y correas ajustables para garantizar un ajuste perfecto.

Conclusión En resumen, encontrar los zapatos perfectos para vestidos es crucial para mejorar su atuendo en general. Con una variedad de opciones disponibles, desde elegantes tacones hasta elegantes zapatos planos, los zapatos de mujer pueden transformar su apariencia para cualquier ocasión. Si tiene en cuenta la comodidad, el estilo y la combinación de colores, puede seleccionar el calzado ideal que no solo completará su vestido, sino que también la hará sentir segura y cómoda durante todo el día o la noche.

Para más información :-

Calzado Para Vestidos

Zapatos De Mujer

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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: JUNYA WATANABE Comme des Garcons Pump Heels Shoes Royal Blue Size 7.

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SPECIFICATIONSBrand Name: OEINGBoot Type: Modern BootsShaft Material: PUOutsole Material: RubberUpper Material: PUOrigin: Mainland ChinaCN: GuangdongSeason: Spring/AutumnInsole Material: PUHeel Type: Thin HeelsLining Material: PUBoot Height: Knee-HighItem Type: BootsFashion Element: PleatedDepartment Name: AdultToe Sha

[pieza7rd]

7 piezas blancas que no debes dejar de adquirir en una tienda de segunda mano

1-Tshirt de tirantes finos color blanco.

Liso, tela con strech ajustado al cuerpo. Ideal para usarlo debajo de chaqueta y/o vest para trabajo. Debajo de alguna blusa transparente donde no quieras que se vea la ropa interior. Úsalo con jeans y tenis.

2-Tshirt básico mangas cortas color blanco.

Tshirt de tela de algodón strech mangas cortas, puede ser cuello V; pero yo particularmente lo prefiero cuello redondo. Este es mi verdadero salvavidas, aquí te comparto todos los usos que le he dado: debajo de una chaqueta para la oficina, mi favorito para usarlo con un vest. Debajo de jumper jean/negro sin mangas, para darle otro uso. Con unos shorts talle alto y tenis, lo he usado para complementar mi pantalón favorito de pijama, con una falda maxi plizada combinada con unos tenis. Con mis jeans favoritos.

3. Camisa blanca Mangas Largas color blanco.

Tela de algodón, que sobreviva muchas lavadas; creo que esta pieza se lleva el premio entre las más versátiles. Me encanta usarla con jeans, es aquella que uso cada vez que no sé qué ponerme. Para la oficina puedo combinarla casi con todas los pantalones/faldas que tengo en mi closet.

Puedo usarla un short talle alto. Con una falda transparente para la playa también. La ventaja es que esta camisa color blanco, puedes encontrar múltiples diseños.

4-Short color Blanco.

Como cuando tienes una pieza que puedes usar para múltiples ocasiones: para estar cómoda en casa, para salidas fresca y cómoda con sandalias, flats o tenis. Para salidas nocturnas con tacones y hasta stilettos. En fin,  hace que esta sea una pieza súper especial y combinable con todos los colores.

 5- Jean Color Blanco

Este es mi comodín favorito para las salidas rápidas y sin mucho pensar. Los viernes de oficina con chaqueta y blusa color blanco de tirantes. Agrega cualquier blusa de salir y tacones y lucirás espectacular.

6-Vestido color blanco.

 Los vestidos blancos son muy lindos y elegantes. Los hay de cortes variables, al igual que los diseños. Son tan versátiles que por nada pueden faltar dentro de las opciones disponibles en tu closet; ahí que doy algunas razones: el color blanco es elegante, un vestido color blanco siempre te hará lucir pulcra y sofisticada, aporta luz y hace lucir elegantes

7- Blusa color blanco sin mangas

 Otro comodín que te combina con todo, para diferentes ocasiones de uso y diferentes climas, solo es saberlo acompañar muy bien, aunque; es un tono que juega perfecto con todos los colores, además te hace lucir femenina, fresca y estilizada.

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DÍA 06

Pese a saber que me habían subido la medicación, que no comía, que todo lo vomitaba, que el cuerpo me temblaba... tu opinión ayer sobre lo "descuidada" que se me ve, por no maquillarme y no usar stilettos.

Ahora entiendo por qué ella tenía el closet lleno de pares de tacos, de todos los colores, de lo que tanto te quejabas tú. Era para agradarte a ti, así como yo. Ella y yo no somos tan diferentes después de todo.

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Lecture-3, S- Part-2

We call it Gach (Bengali), which came from Sanksrit

1) the conceptual system

 2) language

Concept is tree.  Language is what we use to speak

Colors have meaning For me Red Has always been passion and danger, Yellow stands foris probably simply like a new beginning its like a happy color, Green can be Jelousy, Lush, Nature.

Ferdinand de Saussure

•signifier and signified

•Marking of difference in language produces meaning

SUSHI

FISH

SEAFOOD

Its all food but different

SUSHI BAR

FISH AND CHIP SHOP

SEAFOOD RESTAURANT

Now we add words with these it becomes something else. Like a place

<  Syntagmatic axis (links, chain-like)>

SUSHI  BAR

FISH  AND CHIP SHOP  

SEAFOOD  RESTAURANT

  ^

  Paradigmatic axis (the axis of choice)

      Syntagmatic axis / paradigmatic axis

Syntagmatic analysis can describe the spatial relationship of a visual text such as posters, photographs or a setting of a film

Paradigmatic axis looks at the way words are grouped together into categories. 

•Codes = collections of signs in specific forms, (e.g.: language, writing, pictures, acting, graphic layout)

•Codes  =  defined by their conventions, how they are used, how the code hangs together.

•Primary codes = writing, visuals, sound

•Secondary codes = smaller codes within these systems: dress, body language (termed code of expression), visual colour, picture composition, lighting, mise-en-scène, written text, typeface etc.

•ICON  ICONS LOOK LIKE THE THING (PHOTOGRAPHS, TOILET SIGNS)

•INDEX  INDEXICAL SIGNS INDICATE A FURTHER OR ADDITIONAL MEANING TO THE ONE ALREADY SIGNIFIED. (SMOKE = AN INDEX OF FIRE)

•SYMBOL  THE SIGNIFIER DOES NOT RESEMBLE OR CAUSE THE SIGNIFIED BUT IS RELATED TO IT BY CONTRACT OR CONVENTION (E.G. ROSE REPRESENTS ROMANCE) 

DENOTATION

and

CONNOTATION

If we put 2 lines in the screen it can mean a lot of things. Usually I would think of health pack in games. Cause I have grew up playing games a lot.

The Sloane Ranger style was characterized by an upmarket conservative fashion sense influenced by the younger members of the aristocracy and the Royal family. For women, this style included classically tailored outfits such as navy blue tights and skirts paired with Jaeger jackets or velvet blazers. Accessories often included Gucci shoes, shoulder bags, strings of pearls, and Hermes head scarves. Hair was typically elegantly bobbed or occasionally worn in a ponytail. This style was known for its refined and understated elegance.

This style borrowed elements from various British youth subcultures and created a collage of fashion using items like drape jackets, drain pipe trousers, work boots, and leather jackets. Safety pins, buckles, and zip fasteners were used to hold the look together. Hairstyles were short, spiky, and often dyed. Clothes featured stenciled slogans, and there was a combination of sexual fetishism elements such as studded leather, PVC, bondage straps, and stiletto heels. This style embodied a sense of rebellion, non-conformity, and alienation, and it was reflected in the dissonance of punk music.

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CC LIST + LINKS de LISA

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Normal

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Aretes: https://fluffyfrogg.tumblr.com/post/623813778365153280/at-mach-mach-fire-flame-accessories-new-mesh

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Shorts: https://newen092.tumblr.com/post/648607227949760512/set-series-hyuna-im-not-cool-mv-outfits

Botas: https://madlensims.tumblr.com/post/681268724483964928/beatrix-boots-add-an-edgy-vibe-with-these-lace-up

Uñas: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-accessories-female-gloves/title/moden-victorian-gothic-stiletto-nails/id/1569074/

Formal

Pelo: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-hair-hairstyles-female/title/nightcrawler-impulse/id/1368992/

Flequillo: https://www.patreon.com/posts/bangs-collection-63414540

Aretes: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-accessories-female-earrings/title/emerald-earrings/id/1638848/

Collar: https://batsfromwesteros.tumblr.com/post/656701788030910464/beauharnais-collection-batsfromwesteros-the

Vestido: https://www.tumblr.com/soucandysimmer/182693005717/dress-iza-grammy-latino-2018-description-female

Pulsera: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-accessories-female-bracelets/title/emerald-bracelet/id/1565126/

Anillo: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-accessories-female-rings/title/emerald-cut-engagement-ring/id/1596735/

Tacones: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-shoes-female-teenadultelder/title/classic-stiletto-s26/id/1610882/

Deporte

Pelo: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-hair-hairstyles-female/title/mi-long-hairstyle-an-040922/id/1620583/

Flequillo: https://www.patreon.com/posts/bangs-collection-63414540

Top: https://www.patreon.com/posts/ulzzang-top-23293315

Pantalon: https://www.patreon.com/posts/side-line-61449293

Zapatos: https://www.patreon.com/posts/beckysims-fila-69757017

Pijama

Pelo: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-sets-hair/title/lisa-2-female-hairstyle-set/id/1585227/

Pijama: https://www.elliesimple-sims.com/product-page/two-piece-pajamas-self-love-collection

Fiesta

LOVESICK GIRLS

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Top: https://www.patreon.com/posts/blackpink-girls-48028474

Collar: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-accessories-female-necklaces/title/thick-link-chain-necklace/id/1624549/

Pantalon: https://www.patreon.com/posts/blackpink-girls-48028474

Zapatos: https://trillyke.tumblr.com/post/673343951707815936/michiko-tokyo-street-fashion-collection-tokyo

Piscina

Pelo: https://www.shimydim.com/2018/01/s4-s-club-n10-anna-retexture-naturals.html?m=0

Bikini Top: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-clothing-female-teenadultelder-swimwear/title/bikini-top-tina-2/id/1452783/

Bikini Bottom: https://www.nitropanic.net/2019/03/bali-set.html

Verano

Pelo: https://www.shimydim.com/2018/01/s4-s-club-n10-anna-retexture-naturals.html?m=0

Top: https://www.simsdom.com/downloads/287696/cutie-top-sims4

Shorts: https://www.patreon.com/posts/punk-set-denim-66815886

Sandalias: https://trillyke.tumblr.com/post/716468787244875776/journey-sandals-the-sandal-season-is-upon-us-so

Moñito: https://mapella.tumblr.com/post/180498264736/scrunchie-accessory-something-small-that-took-way

Invierno

Pelo: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-hair-hairstyles-female/title/lalisa-style-2-hairstyle/id/1578065/

Beanie: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-accessories-female-hats/title/lalisa-beanie-colors-textures-only/id/1578066/

Chompa: https://www.patreon.com/posts/aesthetic-hoodie-52708689

Falda: https://www.patreon.com/posts/ts4-dumdi-top-41503525

Uñas: https://www.patreon.com/posts/80775575

Tacones: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-shoes-female-teenadultelder/title/madlen-ambis-shoes/id/1360647/