#sunny robe

[badn3w]

underrated dennis look

[clegfly]

I had a vision…

[chicinsilk]

US Vogue November 1, 1951

Sunny Harnett in a little black tuller silk taffeta ball gown. Long basque bodice belted at the waist; the skirt a shower of flat pleats. By Larry Aldrich. Tabarin stockings in “Sonyette” color. Faille bag by Virginia Art. Rhinestone choker necklace by Marvella.

Sunny Harnett dans une petite robe de bal noire en taffetas de soie Tuller. Long corsage basque ceinturé à la taille ; la jupe une pluie de plis plats. Par Larry Aldrich. Bas Tabarin teinte "Sonyette". Sac en faille par Virginia Art. Collier ras de cou en strass par Marvella.

Photo Frances McLaughlin Gill vogue archive

[littletinyguy]

h. hear me out guys. do you see the vision

[raamitsu]

Why does he look like an idol every time I see him 😭

[asta-daily]

No more crypt - 01

Enough is enough, no more crypts! Come on brothers, let's ditch these cramped, dark, cold and damp dusty caves for a nice stroll outside. Let the sun warm your bones! Feel the wind blow your hair!

The Return of the Old Gods can wait an eon more for all I care. Today's ceremony is picnic.

/* Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook - Porte-mine sur carnet A6 */

Ca suffit, fini les cryptes ! Venez mes frères ! Quittons ces caves riquiqui obscures, gelées, et remplies jusqu'au plafond de poussières et de moisi. Allons dehors au grand air. Vous sentez le soleil vous réchauffer les os ? Le vent jouer dans vos cheveux ?

Le retour des Grands Anciens attendra bien un éon de plus. Aujourd'hui c'est pique-nique.

[1moreoffkeyanthem]

Every time I work on something that’s centered around the college era m5 OrangeJuiceVerse gang I remember that someone once commented and said they could see the crew as a polycule and it cracks me up without fail

[honeycombhank]

It’s too sunny out Emmitt go back in there

[genderful-ghoul]

Sister Imperator found out Copia and Aether are dating so she grounded Aether and he’s not allowed to come on tour.

[llocalgoblinn]

im in england bitch

[tarnishedbloodhound]

The most important reason for completing npc questlines is to get everyone's gear and have yourself a fashion show 💃💃💃

[deepestdelulu]

30 things to fill your life with 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Satin robes

museum visits

Sunday brunch dates

dreamy songs

freshly baked bread

cheesy souvenirs

warm cups of tea

cute mugs

lace dresses

bows and ribbons

passion projects

vanilla scented candles

dainty jewellery

handwritten letters

expensive chocolate

sunny picnics

rosé

old books and fairytales

kind words

classical music

Cosy knit sweaters

dreams

gentle reminders

complex coffee orders

photo collages

puffy sleeves

nostalgia

large bouquets

cookies and sweet treats

lazy weekends

Please feel free to add your own suggestions in the comments!! ♡

‧₊*:・love ya ･:*₊‧౨ৎ

[chicinsilk]

US Vogue October 1, 1955

Sunny Harnett wears a silk satin ball gown accented with yellow rose brocade. By James Galanos. Diamonds: Harry Winston. Pink on the lips, the new “Oriental Pink” by Elizabeth Arden.

Sunny Harnett porte une robe de bal en satin de soie réhaussé de brocart de rose jaunes. Par James Galanos. Diamants : Harry Winston. Le rose sur les lèvres , le nouveau « Oriental Pink » d’Elizabeth Arden.

Photo Irving Penn vogue archive

[malusokay]

⋆˚࿔ 30 things to fill your life with 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Satin robes

museum visits

Sunday brunch dates

dreamy songs

freshly baked bread

cheesy souvenirs

warm cups of tea

cute mugs

lace dresses

bows and ribbons

passion projects

vanilla scented candles

dainty jewellery

handwritten letters

expensive chocolate

sunny picnics

rosé

old books and fairytales

kind words

classical music

Cosy knit sweaters

dreams

gentle reminders

complex coffee orders

photo collages

puffy sleeves

nostalgia

large bouquets

cookies and sweet treats

lazy weekends

I wish all of you a beautiful and kind march and as always, please feel free to add your own suggestions in the comments!! ♡

‧₊*:・love ya ･:*₊‧౨ৎ

[analogseeker]

she was really about to bash her friends head with a rock huh

[ohimsummer]

lovey-dovey, kiss, kiss

— cult leader! suguru x puppy hybrid! reader, fluff :33, lots of kissing, clingy reader, pet names (lovely, darling, (my) angel, sleepyhead)

wc 1.1k

it’s a little past midnight when geto finally arrives home. he didn’t mean to stay so late at the temple, but the workload is above his head at this point and he’s behind. though you might be disappointed, geto is still certain you’ll understand, if you care at all besides just getting to see him again.

he pulls out his keys, cringing at the harsh sound of the jingle which shatters the night’s silence.

“suguru?”

he can’t help but smile at the muffled call of your voice from inside, imagining the alert look on your face, and those perked puppy ears as you tilt your head at the noise. there’s a quick patter of footsteps as geto puts the keys in the lock.

“suguru! suguru, suguru, suguru!”

the gap in the door is barely an inch wide before you’re shoving your way through. geto doesn’t even have the chance to step inside before you’re in his arms, embracing him in a hug as you whine and yip excitedly in his ear.

he tightens an arm around your waist so you don’t fall—muscle memory. you tend to step on geto’s feet if he doesn’t, always so eager to hop up and kiss him everywhere as a welcome home that you don’t even realize.

your legs instinctively coil around his waist. “suguru! how’s your day been, lovely? i missed you! it got so boring here without you.”

“yeah?,” he murmurs, kicking the door closed behind him and finally returning one of the many kisses you pepper him with. it calms you and your wiggling motions if only for a moment, but the wag of your tail never stops. “i missed you too, pretty.” another short peck, this time to your lips and it has you giggling in excitement. “it’s late. have you been up waiting for me?”

“maaaybe!”, you confess immediately. it’s cute. geto knows that you know he doesn’t like you staying up all the time waiting for him to get home, but the thought doesn’t even cross your mind to lie. you’re too busy licking and kissing at his neck, nibbling here and there to smother your beloved owner in the love that’s been brewing all day.

geto whisks you away down the hall, speaking a hushed summary of his day through your barrage puppy love.

“you’re such a busy man.”, you huff at him. “you should stay home more.”

geto smiles at you. despite the downturn of your brows to give him an angry glare, your still-wagging tail gives away your genuine feelings. you would never truly be mad at him.

he places you on the bed in futile hopes that you will stay put while he goes for a shower, but geto can sense you right on his heels the moment his back turns. the smile etched on his face grows wider until his eyes are upturned into little crescent moons—of course you wouldn’t actually stay away from him for a single second. not when geto’s been gone so long already.

you ask about all the more non-work related details of today—about the girls, what he ate today (and was it good? no? you laugh at that, and it makes his heart thump in his chest), did he enjoy the sunlight? because the weather was really nice, today. (he didn’t get a chance to, and you make geto promise to do so with you next time the weather is sunny and cool out). they’re all seemingly frivolous questions at random, but geto knows you just adore hearing him talk.

with the water warming up, he begins shedding his robes. it’s like you’re both in sync, the way you strip down right next to him. geto holds out a hand to slow you, grabbing your waist to help you into the shower so you don’t slip and fall—again. the silly consequence of being too hot on his heels while following him under the steamy stream of water.

it quiets down once you’re in the shower together. he’s tired from the day’s chores, and you’re simply happy to have your dearest suguru in your arms again. geto let’s you pamper him, massaging his scalp as you knead fingers and shampoo through his long mane. he pauses washing himself for a minute, content in watching you take care of him, enjoying your delicate touch beneath the hot water. you take note immediately, because you’re always so focused on suguru and everything he does.

“you’re spoiled.” and he can only laugh at your comment, and the playful pout on your lips.

“lucky me that it’s by my darling angel, then, hm?”, suguru leans down and murmurs, sneaking a quick kiss and smiling at the adorable scrunch of your face.

“mm.” a hum in agreement. “i love you, sugu.”, you tell him once, and press a smooch to his nose. he smells of sage and sandalwood.

“i love you so much.”, suguru whispers against your adoring smile, between your lips so his words may seep into every inner inch of your body. he squeezes your hips, pulling you a bit closer to bury his nose in your neck. it tickles.

with the shower finished, geto engulfs you in a towel first, and then himself. you do your nightly routine with him (or re-do, he would say. because geto knows you do it twice sometimes, intent on never letting him do his own before-bed activities alone.)

he lets you continue tending to his hair—drying it, brushing, and then tying it up, finally slipping a silk bonnet over his head to protect the pretty treasure beneath. you finish it off with yet another kiss to his forehead. and then you drag him along by the wrist, turning back to smile at him, and geto almost trips as you tug him down onto the bed.

“alright, c’mon!”. geto watches you get situated under the plush covers, then pat his usual spot besides you. “into bed, sleepyhead, you’ve been working all day. time for some rest.”

everything about you is perfect. you’re so doting, so loving, and so eager on top of it all. suguru loves you with his whole heart, his whole soul.

he slips beneath the sheets next to you, and you’re cuddled up to his chest immediately. you apparently both have the same idea as he leans down to kiss your forehead and you lean up to kiss his chin, resulting in a sudden peck on the lips. both of you giggle like children at the interaction, before he pulls you in for another kiss on the lips.

“i love you.”, you’re telling him again, and before he can even respond, “i love you so much, sugu.”

and geto let’s you confess your love to him again and again and again—over his lips, his cheeks, his forehead, his neck, his knuckles, anywhere you can think to press a gentle kiss to punctuate your love. you will tell him over and over until it’s all he can think about, branded as common knowledge into his brain so he never forgets.

your quiet acts of affection lull him to sleep, but suguru is sure to murmur one last ‘i love you, my angel’ before dozing off.

🐶: @twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat @soraya-daydreams @starlightanyaaa @luvvmae @domainexpansionmypants @apatauaia @b-b-b-my-b-f-f @jumpbackickbackwhiparoundandspin @sataraxia @leilalilox @babytoshiii @sugu-love @akumicchi @sugojosgf @k-cris @triviahct @reiluvr @venzlenes @bubblez-blop @lovesickliyue @kisstoru @blindbabycadder @itztamar @blkkizzat @sobbangchan @justkbree1 @notdwenby @sugoroo @hellokittyish @andyramblingstuff @usbrous @heliumshorns @kenmathings @deepenthevoid @risuola @bunnymacaron