#twirly floor-length dresses

[bannhi]

Ethnic Wear - Bannhi

Indians love celebrations and we incorporate an element of celebration in our ethnic collection, striking a perfect balance between subtle and statement styles. All our products are hand-crafted and unique with highest quality.We have created a wide collection of traditional and contemporary outfits which can be worn daily, for semi events or at functions and parties. We at Bannhi treasures a versatile ethnic collection of suit sets, anarkalis, sharara sets , twirly floor-length dresses, sarees ,lehengas and many more. All our outfits are made with top-quality fabrics such as chanderi, silk, cotton, mulmul etc and are hand-crafted using age old traditional techniques such as hand block printing , hand paintings and so on.

[yourbelgianthings]

taz:b wedding outfit hcs! and bonus danbrey

taako and kravitz: taako would wear like a lavender silk slip dress that’s close to floor length but stops at the bottom of his ankles (to show off the shoes too ofc) with a white suit jacket and a green carnation boutonnière, kravitz is already wearing a tux all the time so he just gets another one made but changes the jacket and pants to white, the vest to a lighter gray, and the tie to lavender to match taako’s dress, he also has the same boutonnière, and they get married in a fancy banquet hall with merle officiating

barry and lup: lup would wear a red jumpsuit and gold open toe heels, and barry would wear a red button down, a black jacket, and you guessed it: blue jeans! they get married on the beach, also with merle as the officiant

julia and magnus: julia would wear a short sleeve tea length blue and white floral print dress with a twirly skirt, flats, and a flower crown, and magnus would wear navy blue pants and vest, white button down, and a tie that’s a blue to match julia’s dress, also with a flower crown, they probably just got married at the raven’s roost town hall and had a party afterwards

aubrey and dani: aubrey would wear a black jumpsuit (because of course aubrey would wear black to her own wedding, fuck tradition), her combat boots, the flamebright pendant, and her fingerless gloves, she has a ton of piercings but she would change her lobes to silver heart studs, dani would wear a white dress with lace long sleeves and an open back, and silver flats, they would get married at the old cryptonomica with mama officiating

[lilypadlys]

Domestic December Day 5 - Admiring them all dressed up

It’s time for the annual Yule celebrations and everyone is dressing to impress.

Notes: Prompt list by comp-lady. See prompt list here

Fancy ghouls below the cut or on AO3

The ministry’s Yule celebrations are in full swing. Everyone from the siblings of sin, ghouls, upper clergy members, and current and former Papas are dressed to the nines and gathered in the ballrooms, making merry.

Everyone is dancing. Mountain is guiding Aurora though an elegant waltz. They’re fluid; moving as one despite their drastic height difference. Swiss and Sunshine are managing to swing dance even to the slow tempo of the music being played. Rain is trying his best to teach Phantom how to waltz and it’s going considerably better than either of them expected, Phantom only stepping on Rain’s feet or tripping a few times. Even Dew is dancing, letting Aether lead him around the floor.

In fact, the only one not partnered up is Cirrus. Cumulus said she was still getting ready, so for the meantime Cirrus joins Zephyr at the piano bench. The two of them play and chat.

“Enjoying the night so far?” Zephyr asks as they plink out the low notes.

“Yeah.” Cirrus smiles, tapping out a merry chord on the higher keys. “You?”

“Oh definitely. Plus,” They grin conspiratorially. “Omega promised me a dance later.”

“Ooh. Good luck pulling him away from Terzo.” She laughs.

“I’m not worried.” They huff. “Papa will get distracted by this or that pretty sibling and I’ll have Omega to myself for a bit. And what about you? Any hot dates tonight?”

“Hmm. Well I’m just waiting for the right opportunity.”

It’s Zephyr’s turn to laugh. “Well don’t wait too long, the night won’t last forever.”

“Oh!” Cirrus sees the doors slide open and a gorgeous figure slip in. “That's my cue.”

Zephyr follows her line of sight and smiles. “Ah I see.” They grin and make a shooing motion. “Well off with you then. Don’t let me keep you. Have fun!”

“Thanks Zeph. Have fun with Mega.” Cirrus stands and Zephyr slides to the middle of the bench and starts up a jaunty version of Jingle Bells.

Cirrus smooths out her dress shirt, fussing over nonexistent wrinkles, before strutting towards the door. She stops about halfway there, right before the small crowd that’s formed to admire the latest arrival. She can see Sunshine and Aurora at the center, cooing over Cumulus.

“Hello Love.” Cirrus calls. “Been waiting for you.”

Cumulus meets her eyes and smirks. “Well Darling. You know it’s better to be fashionably late.”

With that, Aurora and Sunshine step to the side, revealing Cumulus in full glory. She’s clad in a slinky royal blue velvet number that frames her cleavage and hugs her curves. The skirt brushes the carpet but a high slit reveals her fishnets and Black stiletto clad heels. Her fluffy white hair cascades over her shoulders like clouds over a blue sky. Cirrus smiles as she realizes they accidentally coordinated their outfits; Cirrus deep blue shirt and black dress pants matching Cumulus' fit.

They both embrace with a kiss. As they pull away, Cirrus whisper’s in her mate’s ear, “You look ravishing tonight.”

“And I would say the same about you my dear.” Cumulus returns.

“Would you do me the honor of a dance?”

“I should like nothing more.”

Hand in hand, they take the dance floor.

Side Note: Although I only really described Cir and Lus’ looks, the sewing and fashion nerd in me is having a field day imagining everyone else’s outfits. Here’s my rambles about the fits.

Aurora: Big twirly knee length skirt, sweetheart neckline, and poofy cap sleeves. Pastel iridescent tulle across the whole thing so she looks like a walking rainbow. Big bow tied in the back. Shoes painted white and decorated with cotton balls to look like clouds (She made her shoes herself).

Mountain: Dark brown pants that almost look black. Deep evergreen shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows, showing off all his plant tattoos. He let Aurora put rainbow tinsel on his horns. (He’s like a big christmas tree)

Sunshine: Pastel yellow A-line with flowy mid upper arm sleeves. White lace ribbon at the waist. White mary janes with short yellow crew socks that have a matching lace trim. Lacy ribbons in her hair.

Swiss: Pastel yellow shirt to match Sunny’s dress. White pants and white suspenders. Gold beads in his braids and gold hoop earrings.

Phantom: Black pants and violet button up. Black tie. His cufflinks and tie pin are little bats.

Rain: Grey vest and dress pants with a seafoam green (darker not pastel) shirt that matches his eyes. Let Aurora curl his hair so it’s even wavier and fluffier than usual.

Dewdrop: Garnet red button up and black dress pants. Gold hoop earrings and tail piercings. Hair down but with a couple accent braids that Aether and Rain both put there.

Aether: Royal purple button up. Black pants and black suspenders. Gold hoop earring in his left ear and a couple gold rings on his hands.

Zephyr: Navy blue suit. Only one who’s actually wearing a suit jacket (but you know that thing is going flying when Omega gets his hands on Zeph). White shirt and blue vest underneath.

[adventuresofevain]

early working scribble of Edrea Flufftail, before I got the hang of squirrely noses. She feedin' u.

Featuring apron (mandatory!), nearly floor-length dress (twirly!), tichel with shiny stuff on it (sadly now too heavy for me to wear irl without injury!) with a couple of wisps of hair not actually bound under it.

Fursona sharing time!

This is the first one I ever got done by my lovely friend @tinybaphomet ! He really knocked it out of the park

[do-your-socks-have-holes-in-them]

11. “Wow, you look… amazing.” hmmm, moceit? ;3

you know what im about dani!!!

prompt list

“Wow, you look… amazing.”

“Shut up,” Deceit huffs, turning away to pretend he isn’t smiling.  Patton doesn’t see why he can’t accept the truth, especially since he would feel it if the statement weren’t sincere.

“But you do!  I mean, look at you!”  He really does.  They’ve both dressed up for the masquerade party Roman is having (read: turning the entire mindscape into, despite protests from Virgil and Logan), and Deceit is wearing an elegant golden half-mask and a nearly floor-length cape over his suit.  It’s honestly not that different from his usual attire, but it seems more real somehow, like he’s been wearing a cheap Halloween costume version of his outfit this whole time and finally brought out the real thing.

“Look at you.”  He turns around, composure regained, and takes Patton’s hands smoothly.  “I would say you don’t look bad yourself.”

Patton blushes happily.  He’s in a long sky-blue dress for maximum twirliness when dancing, and you almost wouldn’t guess he’s still wearing his everyday pants and shoes underneath.  “Quit deflecting my compliments, give me a kiss and let’s go.”

The ballroom Roman conjured is beautiful, or at least Patton assumes it is.  He took his glasses off before they left so he could wear his mask, which has feathers on it despite being cat-themed, and now he can’t see a thing.  It doesn’t bother him that he needs to be led around to avoid bumping into people, because it gives him an excuse to hold Deceit’s hand all night.  Eventually, they get tired of dancing and make their way out to the balcony.  You can’t have a fancy party without at least one balcony to look at the stars and say romantic things on, everyone knows that.

“Are you having fun?” Patton asks softly.  Although he hasn’t shown any sign otherwise, he knows the other has a bad habit of hiding things like that, especially with so many people around.  Roman didn’t just invite the sides, but every character ever created for a video and even Thomas himself- currently hovering near the snack table with Virgil, it seems, both of them needing a break from the excitement.

Deceit nods.  “I’m having a lovely time with you, don’t worry.  Although I’m beginning to suspect ulterior motives for leaving your glasses in my room.”

He gasps jokingly.  “Of course not.”

“Darling, you know I can sense your lies.”

Patton smiles sweetly.  “Then I guess you won’t be able to argue with me when I say you look stunning tonight, although obviously you always take my breath away, and you’re an incredible boyfriend and I love you so, so much.”  He punctuates each statement with kisses to various parts of Deceit’s face, and finally, his lips.

“That isn’t fair.”  Deceit curses both his mask and the darkness for utterly failing to conceal his blush.

“I suppose you’ll have to get me back somehow.”

“I suppose I will.”

Dipping Patton right there on the balcony and kissing him until he melts and forgets his own name, he very much does.

[p-inkbrush]

5, 11, 15, and 27! :oD

AAA THANK YOU

5. favorite form of potato?

French fries/hashbrowns OR potato tornadoes. I don't care much for un-fried potato tho

11. anything from your childhood you’ve held on to?

I have soo much stuff yeah. My stuffed animals, my instrument, my porcelain dolls. The sequins stars off my 2nd grade cheerleading uniform??? I care them

15. rank the methods of death: freezing, burning, drowning

1. Drowning - supposedly really peaceful and also I love the water. Pool/ocean/river, I'd have no hard feelings.

2. Freezing - I like the cold and it's kinda romantic so def choice 2

3. Burning - absolutely wretched, hope it stops being an option forever for everyone

27. what’s your favorite or go-to outfit?

Favorite outfit... pink mini dress with puffy sleeves under a white and pink floral overbust corset, and a floor length blue and pink twirly skirt. Go to outfit is short shorts and a sweater XD

Yeehaw 🤠

[lifewithfamily]

Grandma's Basement

I am remembering the light shining on the few wooden steps before the landing going down to Grandma's, old dark basement during the afternoon.

Her house was made in the 1800’s with only one light switch to flick to brighton for the whole on in this black hole before seeing a coal, black furnace. smelling of a campfire. While hearing the sparks of heat rumble within the heavy iron.

Making out a faint laundry room to the right with a double, dark gray, cement sink, until I pull a string from a lightbulb attached to the dark low ceiling with wooden beams. And I see more details, such as an old fashion washboard standing upright in the damp sink, and a pile of dirty clothes on the cool floor coming from the chutes from the floors above. While also seeing a wooden outhouse with some of the family's initials engraved on the outside, and a real operating toilet inside with more carvings on the latched wooden door. Wondering if they ever did use a Sear's catalog during the early years in time. Then pulling on a string again on a lightbulb hanging from the ceiling as I see more of the dark, damp basement, I notice a modgepodge of clothes drying on multiple clotheslines. Meanwhile seeing some rays of light streaking through the clothes from the small windows above, I also recognized some of my own clothing too. Since grandma did wash a lot of my clothes and my cousins too, during all our lengthy visits at her house over a lot of summers and holiday vacations. Which reminded me of one of my favorite things to do at grandma's was to play "dress up" down the basement. So when I did began looking for trunk, it was simple to find. Even though it was located in an awkward place, because I had to almost crawl under all the different length clothing, hanging from the clothesline to get to to the "treasure " chest. Which was sitting on the cool, dark gray, cement floor against one of the black, iron poles. And then within seconds I curiously opened the the chest, while hearing the hidges creek on each side of the heavy lid, with the inside enclosed with a familiar and tattered, faded, gold flowered wallpaper. And inside the trunk were our "play" clothes that I had remembered. Which consisted of beautiful dresses and twirly skirts that would instantly change us from a child to an adult, sparking our imaginations for hours, while forgetting all the interference of obstruction in our way of the clothesline. Which makes me think back when my cousins and I would enjoy acting out a drama from a scene from the movie "Nun's Story". And us girls having to swallow raw navy beans if we disobeyed the rules of the convent. Meanwhile to get the navy beans for our drama that we would act out, we had to go to the pantry in the basement. The pantry was a little narrow room at the far side, left of the stairway you would go down, to enter the basement. And It had lots of windows all on the right side, facing Melbourne street. And as soon as you opened the pantry door, you could feel the heat because the explosion of light in that room was unbelievable, compared to the rest of the dark basement. And as this light would beam down on the all multiple shelving, there was a lot of vacant shelves. Though some did also have empty canning goods. But there was one side of the shelving as you came in the door that had multiple jars of dusty, uncooked navy beans. Then after us cousins would play dress up and acted out a movie scene, we decided to leave the basement. Though we couldnt miss the sooty coal room, right before the stairway on the right hand side. This was a mysterious room to us cousins. The room was all black and had piled high coal against a cedar block wall, that was even taller than us kids. And grandma would shovel this dirty coal in one of her cotton, flowered smocks each morning, even before her Detroit Free press came to the door. And she'd continue throw the coal into the the furnace. while making a sizzling sound, with sparks flying every which way. Meanwhile changing my perspective of this frail, sweet women, to having so much strength and stamina, who seemed to be able to conquer anything.

[ilsa-makes-things]

The excellent @silverstarkindred​ asked, “Any tips for making a dress I can fight in comfortably and still look hella cute while I skewer those demons on the battlefield?”

Thanks for the quesiton! Looking hella cute AND skewering demons happen to be causes near to my heart. I fought in dresses for years, and I still rock a lot of twirly skirts and clearly girl-gendered garb.  While there’s a good bit involved in making comfortable, functional, feminine fighting garb, let’s start with fighting in dresses.

Firstly, is it even possible to fight in a long dress?

Heck. Yes.

Don’t let the haters tell you otherwise: fighting in dresses is perfectly easy if you have the right dress and know how to wear it. I fight in Dagorhir, a full-contact battlegame, and dressing like a girl has never stopped me from hitting as hard. I went hunting for bounty hunters (yup, that’s right) last Ragnarok wearing the above dress, and I rocked it.

So, what do you want in a fighting dress?

#1. A skirt without a slit.

You’ve probably read all about fantasy heroines “slitting their skirts so they can be more mobile,” but whenever I try that, my skirt gets MORE cumbersome. It’s partly personal opinion, and you might have better luck, but the two halves of the skirt always twine around my legs and trip me up. I do not recommend! Open-sided/slit skirts also have an inherent weakness: if anyone steps on one half of your skirt, there’s a good chance that slit will rip further up the seam. 

If you can’t lunge around in your skirt without slitting it, it’s too narrow. A normal skirt/dress that’s closed on all sides, but wide at the hem, will be fine— seriously!

#2. A generous hemline.

If you’re worried about mobility, pick something with a wiiiiiiide hem. If we were talking modern fashion, we would call this silhouette “fit and flare” or “A-line.”  A long Bocksten-style tunic gown with wide gores would be a good choice: just use this tutorial, but lengthen it to hit at ankle-level. Another option is Stellaria’s lace-up apron dress, which can be worn over a shorter tunic. The ample hem, rather than being cumbersome, will just give you tons of room to move your legs in. All that worry about ripping out the crotch of your pants just vanishes when you’re wearing a big ol’ skirt. How narrow is too narrow? You’ll probably trip yourself up if your ankle-to-floor length skirt has a circumference of less than 90”. There is a limit to how wide you should go, depending on what pattern you use (200” of skirt on a Bocksten-style tunic-gown can get a bit droopy, especially if you use heavy fabric, while you can fit a LOT more length into a pleated or gored skirt), but it’s always better to have a skirt that’s too wide than too narrow.

I fight in this rainbow skirt, which has something like a seventeen yard hem. It has pockets to hold snacks and sidearms.

You’ll want the fullness to start at your waist, so you’ll be able to move freely at the hips. If you’re using a pattern that uses gores (triangles of extra fabric to expand your skirt), have them start at your natural waist. If you put them too low, you won’t have enough fullness at your upper legs to move comfortably.

If you want to experiment with hem width and gore height, try making a mock-up to wear to in-game, non-fighting events, like feasts or for nightlife. If it’s uncomfortable to wear when you’re just walking down Merchant’s Row, it will be worse to fight in.

A too-narrow skirt can often be saved by adding extra gores (triangles of fabric). If you don’t have enough of the original fabric, you can pick a fun, contrasting color for your gores, like with this dress.

#3. A fabric that’s got enough body to hang AWAY from your body.

A fabric that’s too light can be clingy, and when we’re fighting, we want our dress to be heavy (or, if not heavy, stiff) enough that it will hang AWAY from our body, lest it tangle up our legs. Medium-weight linen, tightly-woven cotton, most wool suitings, and anything described as “bottomweight” can all be work. I mostly wear this 5.3 oz linen. For Stellaria-style apron-dresses, a heavier 7 oz linen, Walmart’s surprisingly nice cotton duck or JoAnn’s bombproof duck canvas will all work beautifully.

This ancient-- from 2009!-- apron dress was made from JoAnn’s duck cloth, which is a beautiful weight for an over-dress.

Remember that you don’t have to wear a whole extra dress underneath overgowns like Stellaria’s apron dress or surcoats: if your top layer is long enough, you can wear a shorter tunic or shirt underneath. In the photo above, the beige under-lay is just a tunic, not a long underdress.

#4. A dress/skirt that doesn’t quite cover your feet.

I find that I can usually get away with ankle-length dresses. Any longer, and they interfere with my footwork-- or worse, soak up water or mud and slow me down. The red coteharide at the top is a bit too long for a normal fighting gown: I can make it work, but if I really need to book it, I’ll need to physically lift my skirts.

Shortening a dress is always easier than lengthening one, though, so make your dress nice and long and have a helper pin up your hem before you finalize it. Can you lunge, squat, and run in a dress that length, or does it need to be shorter?

Once you’ve got a suitable dress, you’ll need to learn to fight in it. There is a bit of a learning curve, but if you keep these few things in mind, you’ll be fine. :)

How do you fight in a dress?

#1. Practice not stepping on your own hem.

This is the major thing new lady-fighters complain about when they try to fight in a dress: if you play a battlegame that involves going to your knees when your legs are disabled, you’ll end up kneeling on your own dress, and when you try to stand up to respawn, you’ll step on your own hem and faceplant.

There’s no magic bullet: just practice and stay aware of where your skirts are. Try wearing your longer skirts to practice, first, before you break them out at a big battle. Learn to take a knee in such a way that you don’t end up kneeling on your own hem.

I got killed by Olos, but at least I didn’t trip on my own clothes when I got back up! Your skirts have advantages, too. Some ladies say that their skirts become sort of like a cat’s whiskers: extensions of their body that provide feedback about their environment. They also make it harder for an opponent to strike at your legs— if your skirt is wide enough, they won’t know where your legs are in all that fabric!

#2. Grab something to wear underneath your dress.

Rather than flashing your undies when you get knocked down, I highly recommend wearing something— whether it’s historically-correct linen braies and wool hose or a pair of bike shorts— under your dress. If you’re prone to chafing, this will help, too. If it’s cold enough out, leggings will keep you warm AND prevent wardrobe malfunctions, though the fleece-lined/sweater-ish kind DO pick up lots of grit and dead leaves. I usually wear tall socks and bicycle shorts, which overlap to keep most of my skin covered. That means I’m less exposed to poison ivy and thorns in the woods and ticks in the fields.

#3. Pick your battles.

If the fighting field is absolutely soaked or churned up with mud, you might consider fighting in a shorter tunic and trousers that day. Cotton and linen soak up water and become heavy when wet, and carrying that extra weight around can slow you down. The heavier/wetter your skirts are, the more they’ll cling to you, too. Ick.

The one exception is wool, which can absorb a lot more water before it looks or feels wet. At Badon Hill in 2009, it poured buckets all weekend. I skipped my linen undergown and wore a soft wool gown under a wool apron dress, and I was constantly being accosted by people demanding “how are you still dry?!”

When it’s wet and cold, chose wool. Photo by my beloved Fiaren. Wool is more of a pain to wash, though, so if the field is really muddy (as it was at Pentwyvern’s Harvest Feast back in 2010, shown), it might be a day for a tunic and trousers. I spent a week trying to clean the muck out of this dress, which was filthy up to the thigh. I should have listened to my own advice: this maroon dress was originally a feast gown, so it was long enough to wick up allllll the wet and mud on the ground. Uuugh.

Photo by Sarah Franklin, 2011.  But then again, I’ve fought through bramble-y forests wearing this embroidered dress, which started life as feast garb, too. (I need to constantly make new feast garb, since my old stuff somehow becomes fighting clothes. I can’t have nice things.) Sometimes looking cute wins out, even if it means having to clean and mend your garb later!

Photo by Yuie Brightflame.  And there you have it, lady-follk. Would you ever consider doing battle in a dress or skirt? It’s a fun way to expand your costuming options! UP NEXT: How do you alter the standard tunic to better fit a female figure?