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chic-a-gigot · 4 months

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La Mode nationale, no. 22, 5 juin 1897, Paris. No. 24. — Toilette de visites. No. 25. — Toilette de promenade. Bibliothèque nationale de France

No. 24. — Toilette de visites en peau de soie vert prairie, chemisette de mousseline de soie paille, recouverte du haut par un boléro brodé de perles et fermant sur une cravate de dentelle, retombant en cascade jusqu'à la taille. Le boléro forme jockeys sur manches remontantes renflées dans le haut, ruche autour du cou. Jupe collante, ornée dans le haut par un demi-cerclage de ruban terminé par des nœuds. Toque de crin vert, ornée sur le côté et en dessous par des roses sans feuilles, avec aigrette formée par un pouf de mousseline de soie.

No. 24. — Visiting dress in meadow green silk skin, straw silk muslin shirt, covered at the top by a bolero embroidered with pearls and closing with a lace tie, falling in a cascade to the waist. The jockey-shaped bolero has raised sleeves bulging at the top and a ruffle around the neck. Tight skirt, decorated at the top with a half-rim of ribbon finished with bows. Green horsehair hat, decorated on the side and below with leafless roses, with aigrette formed by a silk muslin pouf.

Métrage: 12 mètres peau de soie vert prairie.

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No. 25. — Toilette de promenade en lainage broché et rayé bleu et rouge. Corsage-blouse sous empiècement de velours rouge, ceinture semblable; figaro de lainage quadrillé bleu et rouge, entouré par une petite ruche de ruban; col Médicis, jockeys retombant sur manches plates à petits ballons; jupe plate plissée derrière. Chapeau canotier en paille noire, orné sur le devant par une touffe de coquelicots faisant base à une draperie froufroutée de tulle blanc au-dessus de laquelle s'élèvent une aigretle et de coques de ruban.

No. 25. — Walking toilet in blue and red papered and striped wool. Blouse-bodice under red velvet yoke, similar belt; blue and red checkered wool figaro, surrounded by a small ruffle of ribbon; Medici collar, jockeys falling on flat sleeves with small balloons; flat skirt pleated behind. Black straw boater hat, decorated on the front with a tuft of poppies forming the basis of a frilly drapery of white tulle above which rises an egret and ribbon shells.

Métrage: 6 mètres lainage en 120 de large.

#La Mode nationale #19th century #1890s #1897 #on this day #June 5 #periodical #fashion #fashion plate #description #bibliothèque nationale de france #dress #gigot #collar

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danika-redgrave124 · 2 months

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Umbra Witch Yuu Couture Bullet (Heartslabyul)

Heartslabyul Dorm Uniform

A delicate white Headband adorned with a small handcrafted white rose painted red at the center. The Headband has golden accents to give a regal touch.

Yuu's hair is styled in loose flowing curls with a slight pouf at the top, similar to Alice's hairstyle.

A tailored, deep red velvet jacket with black and white checkered trim. The jacket features a prominent white rose on the keft side of the chest, covered in faux red paint. The jackets back has a pattern of playing cards suits and crowns, intricately embroidered in gold and black.

A fitted vest in black with a gold playing card suit pattern interspersed with small crowns. The vest's lining is subtle, shimmering gold.

Skirt: A high-waisted, black skirt with a layered design that features a hidden checkered pattern on the inner layers. The skirt flows gracefully, with the chessboard pattern subtly visible.

Pants: Alternatively, the skirt can be paired with form-fitting black pants that have red rose embroidery running down the sides.

Accessories

Gloves: Elbow-length black gloves with card suit symbols embroidered in gold along the forearms.

Boots: Knee-high black leather boots. The boots have gold accents that complement the overall look.

Queen of Hearts

Crown: A large ornate gold crown with heart shaped rubies and intricate details.

Yuu's hair is styled in a voluminous waves.

Top

A luxurious, black velvet bodice with a high, stiff collar lined with red velvet. The bodice features gold embroidery in heart and card suit patterns.

The bodice has puffed, red velvet sleeves with gold trims and heart-shaped accents.

Bottom

Skirt: A short, flared skirt made of layered red satin and black tulle. The skirt is adorned with gold hearts and card suits.

Shorts: Underneath the skirt, Yuu wears black, form-fitting shorts, providing comfort and practicality.

Accessories

Gloves: Elbow-length black gloves with red and gold hearts patterns, featuring delicate lace trim at the cuffs.

Boots: High-heeled, thigh-high black leather boots with red heart-shaoed embellishments and gold detailing.

Alice

A delicate Headband featuring a large black bow.

Yuu's hair is styled in soft, flowing waves, mimicking Alice's hair.

Outfit

A light blue, A-line dress with a white apron, made from soft, flowing frabic.

The dress features intricate lace trim along the necklace and hem. The apron has a subtle heart-shaped pocket and blue ribbon detailing.

Soft Puffed sleeves with white lace and light blue accents.

Skirt: A full, knee-length skirt with layers or blue frabic, creating a voluminous and playful appearance. The skirt is paired with form-fitting, white leggings adorned with small blue bows.

Accessories

Shirt, white gloves with blue lace trim and blue bows at the wrists.

Shoes: Classic black Mary Jane shoes

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland yuu #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland x bayonetta #twst yuu #umbra witch yuu #bayonetta

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phrynefishersfrocks · 11 months

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The first outfit of "Murder & the Maiden" (Season 3, Episode 2) is a luxurious red velvet coat over a silver camisole and matching pants, complete with a shaped straw hat accented by feathers.

Known as the Coral Dreamcoat, Phryne's coat is made of a silk shot coral velvet with silver silk lining. Closer examination reveals godets (triangular inserts of fabric to add movement and width) of the velvet lined with silver piping on each side, along with a front tie and upturned sleeves with beaded decorations hanging from the ends of each.

"[The coat] has a front tie, which gives it lots of movement. Gareth Blaha, who's really quite sensational with finishing pieces, made these beautiful dangles off all the sleeves and the front tie." - Marion Boyce, Costume Exhibition Catalogue

Serving as a backdrop for her coral coat is a scoop-neck camisole with a wide hem, and flared trousers are made of a matching grey faille. Topping it all off is an authentic 1920s straw beret, adorned with a few thin maroon swirling feathers on top of a coral and maroon ostrich feather pouf and decorated with two gold buttons.

Phryne also brings along her grey woven handbag with a golden clasp that has been seen previously in 2x01 and 2x02, and ties in with the silver in her coat lining and her camisole and pants. She finishes the look with grey suede heels, white leather gloves, and glass bugle bead earrings.

Season 3, Episode 2 - "Murder & the Maiden"

Screencaps from here, promotional photos from various sources (x, x, x, x, x, x), costume exhibition photo from Dayna's Blog.

#phryne fisher #miss fisher's murder mysteries #mfmm #phryne fisher's frocks #3x02 #s3e02 #murder & the maiden #murder and the maiden #coral coat #vintage hats #1920's fashion #vintage fashion #costume design #costume breakdown #costume study #phryne costumes #hat photo

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hazbinsillynight · 7 months

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Radiostatic week 2024

Day 6: Human AU

It's been so long since Alastor had some human flesh. Luckily for him, his spellbook had just the thing, and with whom, other than Vox, could he spend some quality time? The other was always so keen to spend time with him.

So there will be cannibalism in this one, so if you can't handle it, I suggest you skip this day. It's not a lot, but I prefer warn you before you read it.

Vox was sleeping in his office when it all began. It had been a crazy night, all spent in hard work and perseverance. He was the leader of the Vees and the boss of VoxTech it was normal for him to be busy. Velvet once said for teasing he was in love with his job while Valentino immediately replicated that he would fuck him better than his job. The two of them burst into laughter while he was concerned for their mental health. Satan, he was surrounded by idiots.

It wasn’t like he couldn’t delay some work, he had numerous assistants and with all the money the enterprise was making he could clearly afford to hire new ones. No, he has a way to lower the amount of work he has to live with but what if there was a problem? What if something went wrong when he lent some work to his employee? He refused to risk it. If you want something to be done rightly you should do it yourself. Call him stupid for not caring, he didn’t give a damn shit about it. Or at least he didn’t yesterday, he really felt like shit today.

“Urgh…I need some coffee…” He groaned, still half asleep and dizzy.

Forget the cup, he’ll drink the whole pot at this rate. Even getting up was a pain dammit. He walked to the kitchen in this half-dead state where he met Vark, who was waiting for one of his numerous morning hugs.

Surprisingly the shark didn’t jump on him like every morning. It was appreciated right now since Vox was pretty sure he wouldn’t get up if his pet put him on the ground for a hug. The coffee machine was on, and the media demon came closer to his shark, mechanically petting him.

Vark was frozen, he looked at him as if it was the first time he saw him. He was growling at first but when he sniffed his hands his tail started moving happily again and he started licking his hands.

“Eh, someone was grumpy this morning.” Vox said before grabbing his mug now full of his daily dose of the most wonderful fuel he knew, coffee.

The earthly shark turned around his master curious, sniffing him and looking at him from every angle. Vox looked at him confused, just what was he doing? Last time the shark did this kind of thing he had changed his screen and slept with Valentino for the first time.

“What’s wrong boy? You’re acting quite-” The rest of his words faded as he looked at the hands that were holding his mug.

A scream escaped his mouth while the mug was falling onto the ground. Vark suddenly looked at his master, alarmed by his distress. He chirped trying to get his attention but Vox already ran into the bathroom where he could find a glass to look at.

The Overlord could feel his breathing pace accelerate ten times faster than usual, he was hyperventilating. In the mirror was looking back at him, someone he thought was gone forever. Someone he wanted to be gone forever!

His skin was pale white and his head looked exactly like before his death. The short yet considered long back to his century black hair, the smaller eyes, and the little scar on his left eyebrow, it was back. He was human again. Holy shit he was human again!

He has a face again, not a fully human one but he had one. His teeth even if they became white again, were still really sharp and his eyes were also bright red. His claws were gone and he couldn’t feel the static and familiar power of the electricity flowing in his veins.

“Just what in Satan’s name just happened?!” He exclaimed, still not believing what he was seeing. It was a dream, right? It has to be! No one in Hell could just Pouf! Go back to their past self!

Vark was scratching against the door, whimpering for his master to open the door. He sounded so worried. Vox just mechanically opened it to him, too shocked to do anything else than stay against his pet and hug him for comfort.

He couldn’t stay here. Just what would happen if someone found him like that? He would instantly be killed and being dead once was enough for him. What would Valentino or Velvet say? Such a powerful Overlord he was now.

“I need to find a safe place until I find a solution for this mess. Okay okay just calm down Vox you have everything under control.” The newly human demon said, nervous and trying to reassure himself.

He quickly took some shirts and put them into a bag Velvet had forgotten in his room. Yes, he could do this! He’ll just have to avoid anyone that could hurt him. Which just meant the entire population of Hell dammit!!

After a call to Vark pet sitter and a few emails saying he took a few days off later the TV Overlord was ready to go. To go where he didn’t know yet but he couldn’t stay here and that was crystal clear.

Vox took a big breath, hugged his shark one last time, and zapped away from the place. The former demon immediately noticed something was wrong, very wrong. Usually, when he used his power to zap away to another place it was quick and painless but here he could feel the electricity trying to pierce his skin. He couldn’t focus nor see where he was, the only thing he could do was to keep the screams from coming out of his mouth.

When he finally had been able to open his eyes, the lighting had stopped and he was just lying in front of an old door. Someone was looking at him and approaching in a hurry but he couldn’t see anything else than a pale and fuzzy shape.

“Don’t come…closer…” He fought to yell, exhausted by all the recent events. Using his power in this form was a bad idea. He couldn’t even keep himself standing anymore, and when the unknown shape arrived at him, he blacked out.

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Vox gasped for air when he woke up, his hand on his chest still feeling the pulse of electricity running into his heart and veins. He could feel himself shaking and he hated it, he was a powerful Overlord dammit! Not some damsel in distress!

“Awake already my old friend?” A familiar and unwelcome voice resonated next to the former demon.

“You!!” Vox screamed and immediately regretted it. “Fuuuuck my head…” He whined, curling on himself as his head was killing him.

It was like there was a spike in his head piercing every part of his skull, it hurted so much he could feel himself getting sick. Just what was going on with him? And why was Alastor here?

“Ah yes. It was really stupid to use your power when you’re in such a form. But I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised with you. You’re always so keen to keep me entertained.” The radio demon said, softly taking the face of his nemesis before weeping the blood that was drooling on his face from his nose.

Vox’s vision was slowly starting to come back. In front of him was the radio demon, smiling like always and clearly not surprised to see him in such a state. At first, he was perplexed but then it became so clear he felt stupid for not thinking about it first.

“You did this! This is all your fault if I’m looking like this!” The TV Overlord shouted, furious.

Some kind of ringing sound resonated as Alastor started smiling more, looking at Vox like he had won a prize on some TV show. As the radio demon was getting closer Vox tried to put some distance between them, a bit afraid of what he would do to him now he couldn’t protect himself.

“And we have a winner!!” The radio Overlord chuckled, clearly amused by the situation. “You see I found this spell in a book of mine, to temporarily turn a demon into a human and I had to test it on someone. I remembered how eager you were to spend time with me before and decided you would be a perfect test subject.”

“I’m so going to kill you once this shit is over!!” Vox screamed, small bolts of lightning waving around him.

Alastor was coming closer and closer and Vox could feel his back hitting the wall, he was stuck. The radio demon looked at him with a teasing expression, his mouth was now really close, too close to Vox’s neck. The former demon could feel his face burning as Alastor’s hands were now on his chest. The other demon was clearly toying with him, Vox knew sex didn’t interest Alastor. It was only to cause him more torment! That asshole.

“What’s wrong Vox? I thought you wanted to have me over you like that? You think I haven’t seen the way you used to look at me before? The way you look at me now? I thought your TV face was the most expressive thing on you but this human one is exquisite, I must say.” Alastor said, his hands wandering on the curves of the face of his rival.

Vox shivered at the nice and soft feeling of Alastor’s hands petting his face. When the gentle fingers were on his lips he couldn’t manage to hold a gasp, surprised at how sensible he was. His body wasn’t very sensitive usually, being covered with metal and silicone could do that to a guy. But now he could feel all the touch of the other demon so much it was a bit overwhelming.

“Alastor..” He gasped again, his face burning when his old rival suddenly kissed him with delicacy. As if he was made of porcelain. “Just keep going please…”

“Does that mean I have your authorization for what’s going to follow?”

“Yes! Yes! Just please keep going whatever you’re doing.”

“I thought I could make this nice for you too since you’re going to help me with some problem of mine.” The radio demon softly said as his mouth was slowly going lower and further on the other’s neck.

“What kind of problem I don-” Vox immediately stopped talking when to his biggest shame a moan escaped from his mouth against his will.

Alastor. Alastor was biting him. It shouldn’t feel so good when it hurts so bad but here he was, having more pleasure with his rival than he had during his adventure with Valentino, the Overlord of porn himself.

“If I knew you would have loved it this much I would have done it sooner.” Alastor said, looking happy at the other being in front of him.

Vox gripped the hair of the deer demon in front of him, trying to get back the control he loved so much. But when he felt the tongue of the other, licking the blood that was drooling all over his body, Vox felt weak. The red Overlord refused to lose a single drop of the precious liquid and while Vox could still feel him licking the wound one of the deer’s claws started piercing the chest of his skin.

With a sudden urge, Vox grabbed Alastor’s shirt growling. Alastor looked surprised at first but not in a bad way. Vox could see him smiling as he was clearly expecting something.

“You better not be doing this with anyone else than me, Alastor.” The media Overlord growled possessively. The idea that someone else than him, touching and being touched and bitten by his nemesis was just unbearable.

Alastor laughed before properly kissing his rival. He wouldn’t mind keeping Vox as a partner to satisfy his needs and envy. Especially when the other tasted so delicious.

Their bodies melt into one the two men pursue their activities until both of their hunger feels satisfied. The spell wouldn’t last more than a few hours but it could always be cast again for another meeting.

#hazbin hotel #radiostatic #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor x vox #vox x alastor #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin vox #alastor #radiostatic week 2024 #tumblr fic

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bjdleigh · 1 year

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Worked on redecorating my doll shelf/diorama today to fit Lola’s vibes. I love how this green wallpaper photographs with her and Ambrose. I think I want to get her some of those French velvet poufs and pillows from Verta Doll soon. Maybe when they have their mini market I’ll stop by since I live close. I also want to print out some art to put in the frames but don’t have a printer right now so that will be a for later thing.

#bjd #bjd hobby #doll hobby #supia doll #minisup hannah #bjd diorama #doll rooms

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chicinsilk · 1 year

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Madame Grès Haute Couture Collection Fall/Winter 1957-58. Svetlana Lloyd in a Ducharne velvet sheath. It is embellished with a tunic whose fullness is directed at the back, somewhat evoking the pouf of Maupassant's heroines. The very relaxed bust lengthens the waist. The bodice has a square neckline not only in the front but also in the back . Cartier jewelry, coral and gold. Photo Philippe Pottier. L'Officiel, October 1957.

Madame Grès Collection Haute Couture Automne/Hiver 1957-58. Svetlana Lloyd en fourreau de velours de Ducharne. Il est agrémenté d'une tunique dont l'ampleur est dirigée à l'arrière, évoquant un peu le pouf des héroïnes de Maupassant.Le buste très assoupli allonge la taille.Le corsage est décolleté en carré non seulement devant mais encore dans le dos. Bijoux de Cartier, corail et or. Photo Philippe Pottier. L'Officiel, October 1957.

#collection haute couture #french designer #french style #madame grès #fashion 50s #1957-58 #fall/winter #automne/hiver #svetlana lloyd #ducharne #philippe pottier #l'officiel #maupassant #cartier #evening gown #sheath dress #robe fourreau #robe du soir

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thebemoon · 1 year

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Hi!! I love your writing! And I was wondering how you set a scene like the actual setting. I feel like my setting is always lacking and that the readers won’t understand the atmosphere i’m setting or wont know where the setting is taking place. Sorry if this makes no sense.

Hey, this is a great question, and I see a lot of talented writers struggle with setting. It's all about the details, everyone says, but how do you know what details to add?

For me, I usually add details I find interesting and serve one or all of three goals: plot, character or mood. Although sometimes I throw things in because they're just neat, and those details sometimes turn out to be the most important of all.

I usually begin with mood. Do you want a bright and cheerful setting, or a dark and sinister setting, or a plain and sparse and disturbingly perfect setting? Even an ordinary room can look dark and sinister if that's the mood of the scene.

In "The Gloriana Set," I set one of the most dangerous and scary scenes in a very simple setting: an ordinary hunting shack in the woods:

"Theo twirled, Apparating them inside a small, one-room cottage. There was nothing inside the pine structure except a fireplace and two three-level bunks. The warped wood floor was covered in suspiciously dark stains."

Theo and Hermione are attacked in this setting, and so I sprinkle details like the feeling of the rough wood, and the sun shining through dirty windows, and frequently mention the bunk beds. Its very ordinariness is creepy because this shack is used to hunt Muggles, not deer. In "The Darkwood Wand," Draco's bedroom is also sinister, but instead of simple, I piled on the objects and furnishings. The whole room screamed opulence and magic and danger. Here is Hermione seeing it for the first time:

"She was kneeling between the bed and a green velvet armchair, which faced a black leather sofa. A grandfather clock loomed in a corner, its mother-of-pearl face another weak source of light. The furniture was heavily carved—black walnut, if Hermione had to guess, she’d developed a bit of expertise from all those woodworking magazines. A small harp, of all things, glittered in the moonlight from atop a bookshelf.

"Slowly she stood, and turned to face an obsidian fireplace lined with bricks of black glass. Its mantle was crammed with silver objects: picture frames, bottles, boxes. It was outrageous, really, this lap of luxury for Slytherin’s worst. Even the fire tools were topped with silver. Hermione stepped forward and pulled out the poker: It was surprisingly heavy for its size, yet as delicately balanced as a rapier."

Every object mentioned plays a role in the story later on, and it's all seen through Hermione's point of view.

Finally, settings can be fun. Here is Trelawney's Divination classroom in the "Darkwood Wand." I leaned heavily on the Rowling's description and added bits of my own to serve the story:

"Draco stalked across the room and sat uncomfortably close to Granger. The lamp above them, draped with a silk scarf, cast a dim, crimson light. Draco was sweating slightly and it wasn't from the stuffy air."

and here's a setting primed to annoy a grouchy Draco:

"It was Xylomancy Day, with twigs and strips of wood scattered on all the tea tables. Frankincense billowed from a heated plate, and Draco coughed as he took a seat on his pouf. He could feel another headache coming on."

and this is yet another confined setting in this claustrophobic story:

"“FOOL!” Trelawney cried, her hands in the air. Her robe’s sleeves fell back to reveal skinny arms. “Magician, devil, hanged man!”

Startled, Draco fell backward, banging his head against the wall. His knee hit the bottom of the table and scattered the cards. Hermione, thankfully, kept her composure; she slid one hand under Draco’s elbow and steadied the table with the other."

The key is to have your characters constantly interacting with the setting. Setting in a story isn't like a painted backdrop on a stage, especially in a Harry Potter story where anything can be magical.

Hope that helps!

Thebe

#dramione

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chic-a-gigot · 5 months

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La Mode nationale, no. 19, 15 mai 1897, Paris. No. 16. — Toilettes pour jeunes femmes et jeunes filles. Bibliothèque nationale de France

(1) Toilette de promenade en lainage souple vert prairie. Corsage court et montant, orné devant par de larges bandes garnies de petits velours. Boutons sur le côté, petit volant de chaque côté des bandes, col montant, ruche autour du cou; manches Empire, jupe plissée à petits plats tout autour. Chapeau-toque en paille verte, orné au-dessus par trois grosses roses du milieu desquelles s'échappe une haute aigrette en coques de ruban.

(1) Walking ensemble in soft meadow green wool. Short, high bodice, decorated in front with wide bands trimmed with small velvets. Buttons on the side, small ruffle on each side of the bands, high collar, ruffle around the neck; Empire sleeves, pleated skirt with small plates all around. Green straw toque hat, decorated above with three large roses from the middle of which escapes a tall egret made of ribbon shells.

Métrage: 10 mètres lainage souple très grande largeur.

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(2) Toilette d'intérieur en lainage paille. Corsage-veste à petites basques, retenu sur la poitrine par des pattes boutonnées sur chemisette plissée en surah vert amande, gros nœud en mousseline de soie à l'encolure, manches plates renflées dans le haut. Jupe ronde ornée dans sa largeur par des petits velours.

(2) Indoor ensemble in straw wool. Bodice-jacket with small peplums, held on the chest by buttoned tabs on a pleated shirt in almond green surah, large silk chiffon bow at the neckline, flat sleeves bulging at the top. Round skirt decorated across its width with small velvets.

Métrage: 8 mètres lainage très grande largeur.

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(3) Toilette de promenade en lainage beige. Corsage plat quadrille sur la poitrine par des galons de laine bleue, col montant, ruche au-dessus, manches plates renflées du haut, jupe tout unie et ronde. Chapeau canotier en paille beige, garni tout autour par des petits nœuds de ruban bleu, et pouf de plumes en aigrette.

(3) Walking ensemble in beige wool. Flat bodice quadrille on the chest with blue wool braids, high collar, ruffle above, flat sleeves bulging at the top, plain and round skirt. Beige straw boater hat, trimmed all around with small blue ribbon bows, and egret feather pouf.

Métrage: 7 mètres lainage très grande largeur.

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(4) Toilette d'intérieur (jeune femme), en lainage rouge égyptien. Corsage-blouse, festonné sur le côté, recouvert du haut par un collet à col rabattu, coupé; cravate en surah noir sous col ne lingerie rabattu. Manches plates, ceinture de cuir blanc, jupe ouverte devant sur tablier semblable.

(4) House dress (young woman), in Egyptian red wool. Blouse-bodice, scalloped on the side, covered at the top by a collar with a turn-down collar, cut; black surah tie under folded lingerie collar. Flat sleeves, white leather belt, open skirt in front on similar apron.

Métrage: 9 mètres lainage très grande largeur.

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(5) Toilette de réception pour jeune femme en mousseline de soie noire. Corsage plat sous empiècement semblable orné de petits velours, bretelles sur les épaules; chemisette plissée en mousseline de soie rose, col montant avec ruche au-dessus, jockeys de mousseline sur manches plates, ceinture de ruban attachée par une boucle, jupe ronde plissée soleil.

(5) Reception ensemble for young women in black silk chiffon. Flat bodice under similar yoke decorated with small velvets, straps on the shoulders; Pleated pink silk chiffon shirt, high collar with ruffle above, muslin jockeys on flat sleeves, ribbon belt attached with a buckle, round sun pleated skirt.

Métrage: 10 mètres mousseline de soie noire.

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(6) Toilette de jeune fille en drap gris très clair. Corsage-veste devant, boléro dans le dos avec revers encadrant une chemisette surah bleu broché vert, plissée en travers, col montant et ruche au-dessus, manches renflées dans le haut, ceinture suissesse en surah vert, jupe ronde tout unie. Chapeau canotier en paille verte, orné au-dessus par des grandes coques de ruban bleu, avec oiseau couché et ailes déployées sur le devant.

(6) Young girl's ensemble in very light gray cloth. Bodice-jacket in front, bolero in the back with lapel framing a blue surah shirt with green brocade, pleated across, high collar and ruffle above, bulging sleeves at the top, Swiss belt in green surah, plain round skirt. Green straw boater hat, decorated above with large shells of blue ribbon, with lying bird and outstretched wings on the front.

Métrage: 7 mètres drap gris clair.

#La Mode nationale #19th century #1890s #1897 #on this day #May 15 #periodical #fashion #fashion plate #panorama #description #bibliothèque nationale de france #dress #house dress #collar #suit #gigot

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fanfic-collection · 2 years

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Prisoner: Loki x Reader – 2

TW: implied gore, reader is pretty ok though

You walked between the two faceless guards. Through the halls, around different passageways, past room after room.

Until at last you arrived at a set of massive black doors. Gold handles accented with emeralds adorned the doors.

One guard stepped forward to knock, the other stayed beside you. His spear was fixated at your throat. You considered bolting but had no way possible out of this place. Also, with your magic hindered by these cuffs, you would be all but defenseless.

The door swung inward.

A half dozen women, and perhaps two men milled about the chamber.

It was warm, a layer of steam hanging over a pool in the center. At the far end of the pool, a circle path rose from the water and led to a raised dais. To the right, in the far back corner, was a massive green velvet pouf. It was a circular bed type thing, roughly twelve feet in diameter. The pouf was rimmed with pillows, as though it were set into the ground slightly. It must feel heavenly.

On the dais, the twelfth man sat upon a chaise lounge. It was the type with a large back and one shoulder rest. He relaxed lazily and watched as you were forced inside.

All around the massive chamber, the room was decorated in gold, emeralds, and beautiful onyxes.

You forced yourself not to gape. Even though your own castle had been lavish… this was beyond anything you could expect.

Twelve sat on the lounge, straightening up when he saw you. He wore a sheer green robe that fell open, magnificently revealing his toned chest. He was muscular, wry, lithe even, but you did not doubt how much physical strength he had. Let alone political ties.

He waved his hand lazily and green magic fanned from his hand.

If you didn’t know better, you would have thought he was showing off.

“Begone.” Twelve called.

The guards beside you exchanged a look before stiffly bowing and hurrying from the room.

You stood just shy of the entryway. Your clothes covered your chest, but exposed your stomach, and though you had some modicum of undergarments on, it was all still very revealing. You cursed softly under your breath.

The man walked around a back path on the dais and sauntered slowly over to you.

Some of the women sat on the pool edges, a presumably mandated distance apart. They wore even less clothes than you.

You grimaced inwardly.

The two men stood on other side of the dais holding large fans. They wore full armor, though again in green, black, and gold.

All of this decadence.

The thought must have been written on your face for Twelve laughed at you when he arrived. He extended his hand, indicating the room. “What do you think, pet?”

You crossed your arms, covering yourself. “Do you want my honesty?”

“You’ll find I always do.”

You pursed your lips. “You have quite the harem here.”

Twelve laughed. “So it would appear.”

“What do I call you?” You asked, genuinely curious.

“Master, Prince, High General, whatever you fancy I suppose.”

You looked at him unimpressed. “You don’t have a name.”

Your new ‘master’ reached up and cupped your cheek, searching your eyes. You instinctively flinched back, but kept your gaze fixed on his.

“Do I scare you, pet?”

Your eyes flickered from the man to the others in the room. They were watching the exchange intently.

“Look at me when I speak.” He paused for a moment. “Pay no mind to the others, it is just you and I.”

You swallowed hard, intrigued by his touch yet wanting to be away from the Asgardian. “No.” You said with less conviction than you meant.

He raised an eyebrow and chuckled again. “Who you were in your old life, matters not now. You are merely mine now. Your queendom, decimated I presume?”

“Shouldn’t you know?” You retorted, regretting it as he squeezed your face.

A flash of an unreadable emotion crossed his eyes. “Yes.” He said after a while. “You’re right. I do know.”

You swallowed hard.

“Every last man, woman, and child, has been enslaved, relocated or slaughtered.”

You held his gaze this time, though inwardly you wept. Your people, how could you have failed them so completely.

“Does this disturb you?” He asked, tilting his head.

You allowed yourself to scowl at him, but did not give the satisfaction of answering.

Finally he removed his hand from your face. “Do by all means try and lash out, it is quite the thing to see my enemies kneel before me.”

“I wouldn’t.”

The man hummed. “We’ll see about that.” He looked around and motioned at one of the women on the edges of the pool.

She leapt to her feet and rushed over. “How may I service you, my prince?” She asked methodically.

“This is Dot.” Twelve said, not looking at her. He was still fixated on you. “Are you Dot?”

“Yes, my lord.” She bowed her head.

“What were you before, Dot?”

“I… I was a prince’s fiancée.”

“And now?” Twelve asked.

“I am Dot. I am pleased to be of service here.” She forced a broad smile.

“Return to where you were, pet.”

She scurried back to her seat. From where you stood, you could see her chest heaving in fright.

“You won’t cow me.”

“Certainly. But you will love to see what other amenities are available to you, should you displease me.”

“You’re not going to strike me?” You asked in disbelief.

Twelve raised his hand, reaching to your shoulder where one of the many rods had struck you on this day. He tilted his head, stroking the bruised flesh idly.

You winced at the touch but held firm.

“Flesh is not so beautiful, marred in such a way.” He murmured softly. Then continued, “but you know what is capable of happening to you, at the snap of a finger.”

You swallowed and nodded.

“I do not like my playthings damaged.” He sounded bored.

He turned away and you considered striking at him. Your cuffs were unconnected, though they blocked your magic, but they might weigh enough to do damage.

Dot caught your eye and shook her head ever so slightly. There was fear in her eyes, and she fought not to tremble.

Twelve laughed as he walked back to his seat. He sat down, legs splayed apart. “Get in the water.” He ordered.

You looked down at the water, already able to tell that it was warm. Looking back up at him, you could tell he wouldn’t ask again. Though what would happen if you disobeyed? Perhaps now was not the time to press your limits.

You stepped into the water, fighting back a sigh as the warm water rose higher and higher around your body.

When it had reached your shoulders, you almost moaned, the aches of so many months washed away.

“Come to me.”

You glanced at the women on either side of the pool. They sat on pillows, some dangling their limbs in the water, others just laying there. Though they looked relaxed, you could tell with a moment’s notice they would be on their feet.

What had happened to instill such fear in them? Twelve had said he doesn’t like damaging his pets, but these feared him so completely.

Perhaps there are worse things than physical pain.

You walked forward through the water, clothing sloshing against your skin. It would drag you down if the water were deep enough.

At long last you reached his end of the pool, water up to your chin.

Twelve stepped down, his feet entering the water on the curved path down from the dais. He squatted down and stared at you evenly. “You wonder what horrors I could inflict that would have them so frightened?”

Having nothing else to offer, you opted for honesty. “Yes.”

“There are many ways to cause pain, I’m sure you noticed.” He pressed his hand to your forehead and a flood of images rushed across your mind.

The battlefield, your sisters in arms slaughtered, the children… the children.

The memory stopped as he pulled his hand back. Twelve looked down at you in distaste.

Tears ran freely from your eyes and you shook your head horrified.

The women around the pool looked at you sympathetically. The men stared straight on.

Twelve tilted his head. “Were those your memories, or perhaps mind?” His tone and expression were impossible to read.

“You’re,” you shook your head, “You’re a monster.”

Twelve reached down and grabbed you by the throat, hoisting you from the water. Your eyes widened as you scrabbled to hold onto his arms, anything to breathe.

“I will show you what a real monster looks like, should you ever use that word again. You’ll find there is no shortage of pain in this place.” He let go and dropped you back into the water.

You floundered for a moment, coughing and choking as you massaged your throat.

Twelve’s eyes softened for a moment. “Those were your memories.”

“Your people did that? To children?” You asked horrified.

Twelve looked away. “I fought for their… reacquisition.”

“Their what?”

“It’s a waste of life. They could do so much more beyond that.”

You furrowed your brow, trying to understand him.

“We are a council of twelve, surely you saw?”

“You allowed yourself to be outvoted?” Your voice was almost shrill.

Suddenly he looked weary, Twelve turned away from you and stood up. “Enough questions. Relt, ensure our newest member knows the alternatives to her sentence.”

Twelve descended the back of the dais and glanced back at you apologetically. Then he vanished through a side door.

Relt, one of the men, set down his fan and motioned for you to follow him.

You moved to the side of the water and pulled yourself out. Still rubbing your throat, you followed Relt to the main door.

He had no cuffs and as you crushed the threshold, you looked down at yours. They shimmered for a moment before returning to a dull bronze.

You and Relt had walked in silence for at least fifteen minutes.

“Are you going to speak to me?” You hissed quietly.

Relt shook his head. “We do not speak unless spoken to. Ask again and I will report you.”

Your eyes widened but you fell silent. More time passed and you asked, “report me?”

You had arrived at another massive set of doors. Asgard was in no short supply of doors.

“My Lord and High General.” Relt shouted, banging on the door. “Prince Loki requests permission for Relt and his newest acquisition to enter.”

A moment passed.

You thought about the name, Loki. That was who Twelve really was?

The doors swung inward and you stepped inside, gagging at the smell.

Women and men alike were strung up, bloody and beaten, broken and dying. All manner of torture equipment filled the room. The man you recognized as Yorin walked over, wiping off his hands and tossing the cloth to an attendant. The attendant was covered in whip marks.

Yorin leered down at you. “Well then, pretty, I see you’ve made yourself at home with your new commander.”

You swallowed hard, trying not to look at the grisly visage behind him.

Yorin smiled, seeing you fixated on him. “Oh my pets? They break so fast.”

You fought back the urge to gag.

“I assume his royalty has his own ways of having fun.” Yorin reached forward to squeeze your cheeks. “Loki always promises me his misbehaving pets. I do so hope you’re one of them. You look like you’ll scream nice and sweetly.”

Relt mumbled, “My High Lord, she is…” He trailed off not sure how to defy Yorin.

Yorin turned to Relt and glowered. “You do not speak out of turn, boy.”

Relt nodded quickly.

Yorin noted the L carved into your cuffs and slowly pulled his hand away. “He spies with his bitches, I’m certain of it…” Yorin scowled, pushing you back.

You stumbled back from the room, the blood splattering the walls painted in your mind.

When the door had shut, you crouched down, shivering.

“How?” You whispered, tears falling down your cheeks.

Relt shook his head and grabbed your arm, pulling you to your feet. “We have it lucky. Don’t question our lord and you’ll live a long healthy life.”

Then he spoke no more and you were on your way back to Twelve… Loki’s chambers.

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