#walk along the fashion catwalk

[yeri-luvr]

TUNNEL VISION

pair: idol!sana x high fashion model!reader

wc: 3k

includes: alcohol consumption, scissoring, oral (reader receiving), overstimulation

Sana was ready to hit the bed as soon as she arrived at her 5-star hotel, but there was no time for her own plans since she had to attend fashion week.

She could curse her managers for making her arrive in Italy 3 hours before the show started, but she can’t lie she still held the excitement she always had when going to a foreign country.

Milan held Sanas favorite gelato shop, a vivienne westwood boutique she shopped in every visit, and perhaps beautiful models she never forgot to pick up after certain events.

What got sana through her hair, makeup and styling process was the possibility of an after party, or planning on the side quests she’d attend to during her free time.

Luckily, Sana had a love for fashion and was grateful to attend such events. The notable pieces of fabric piqued her interest every single time, and sometimes a pretty model would catch her attention.

Skimming down an outfit that captivated her, she failed to notice the face that adorned the clothing.

You had a face that kept her focused longer than any other model that walked the same stage. The clothes you were modeling were easily shadowed by your beauty and the rbf you displayed didnt help shift her focus back to your clothes. Easy enough to say, Sana was hooked.

It felt like you were off the stage quicker than you got on, and Sana regretted wasting her time focusing on other outfits you shared the stage with, but was grateful you caught her eye last second.

All she could do was hope to run into you somewhere else, maybe somewhere along the streets of Milan or even better, an after party.

The rest of the show was a bore for her thanks to you. She believes her eyes wandered around the room 10 times, checked her nails 5 times, and thought about you even more times before the show came to a close with the designer thanking everyone for their attendance.

Stepping out of the event was less of a hassle compared to when she arrived since most fans dissipated, except the ones who stayed till the end of the event in hopes of seeing Sana once again. Per usual, she waves towards fans, thanking some for showing out and supporting her, and finally steps into the black SUV that would take her to her next run in with you.

You on the other hand were on cloud 9. Yeah, modeling was fun and a passion you’ve been pursuing for about 3 years, but you thought the scene that came with it was even better. Your timeless features paired along with the duality of your runway walks led you to being on the front cover of magazines, opening luxurious fashion shows, and an extravagant lifestyle you’ve yearned for since you were a little girl.

Getting off the catwalk was a relief since you were able to finally slip off your heels and your mood suddenly lifted once you remembered your planned whereabouts after this.

Stepping into the function was like a reward along with the champagne that was served to you right at the entrance. This was a playground for socialites, networking, and public figures mingling with others on the same level as them. You on the other hand did not come for networking or mingling with other well -known people, but for the free drinks and a good time with your small circle.

You usually don’t find yourself sharing a bed after nights like this, but you weren’t opposed to the idea either, you typically just went with the flow.

Heading back towards you friend group after grabbing a shot from the bar, you slowed your pace once you notice the unfamiliar face next to one of your closest friends. She calls out, “Y/N! Come here, I want you to meet someone.” You barely process what your friend says, instead focusing on the girl you’ve never seen before. Her hair had slight waves with one side tucked behind her ear that exposed her sharp yet soft jawline, and her eyes pierced yours as if she was waiting for your arrival. Sliding in the booth, you turn to the unknown girl and push your hand forward, “I’m Y/n, it’s nice to meet you!” She takes your hand and smiles, “I’m sana, you looked great on the runway earlier today!”.

It was hard to find your words when she was giving you such an endearing smile, making you focus on her pink lips that were recently coated with lip gloss. Shaking out of your trance, you realized how familiar the name sounded.

Your friends head peaked out behind Sanas, “Shes in that girl group I told you about how much I love, Twice! Remember?” That made your eyes light up and turn back to Sana, equally excited as much as your friend was.

“You don’t understand how much she talks about you guys. We were recently talking about flying out to Japan to go see you perform!”

Making further conversation with the girl came easy, you two were both interested in each other’s careers, sparking many questions and soon enough compliments that couldn’t be avoided due to each other’s flirtatious personalities. You couldn’t help but feel as if you stole Sana away from your best friend, but that became the least of your worries when you saw her drunk crying and being consoled by one of your other friends.

Sana soon put her open palm towards you wordlessly and after putting your hand in hers she leads you to the main dance floor. The heat radiating from the group of people dancing did not bother either of you since you two were wrapped up in each other’s worlds. The song, sensual but upbeat, lead your back to her front and your hips swaying side to side against her. You were thankful you had made a friend who didn’t mind being touchy, but it made you wonder if that would end in you guys becoming a one night stand.

You didn’t push the idea away and instead found yourself wanting it to manifest into reality. This urged you to turn back around to face sana and wrap your arms around her neck.

The red strobe lights made her look like the devil in disguise, a sin to indulge in, and a face you wished to see more often. You find yourself becoming grateful your friend ran into her and introduced her to you, or else you wouldn’t have been able to see her face leaning in towards you, making her forehead come in contact with yours.

Your eyes trail down to her lips and once you look back up into her eyes, hers are already focused in on your lips.

You kissed her with only your liquid encouragement and a dream, but in your favor she returns the kiss with even more assertiveness. Remembering that you’re out in plain sight, you pull away leaving sana to chase your lips, but you pulling away made her come back to her senses and realize her whereabouts.

“My place or yours?” You get out as quickly as you can. Sanas quick to decide on her place and calls up her driver to get you out of the club and onto her bed.

Ushering you out of the place, Sana grips your hand and pulls you towards where her driver was waiting. Thankfully, no fans or paparazzi were there due to the late hour. Getting out of the club was not that difficult, but sitting next to sana for a whole 15 minute ride to her hotel was hard. She was scrolling through her phone while dragging her hand up and down your thigh, too close for comfort as if it was nothing.

The car ride felt agonizingly slow as her hand built up your anticipation, leaving you resisting the urge to cross your legs. Sana took notice when you suddenly tensed up, all she did was smile knowingly.

It felt like the car barely came to a stop when Sana dragged you out the car. You didn’t notice you arrived at the hotel because of your hazy state, trying to focus on everything but Sanas hand on you the whole ride.

You let her guide you since you were unfamiliar with the place. She seemed to glide smoothly and kept her resilience impressively. You wondered if she had gotten soaked as much as you had. The thought made you flush, thinking of her seeing how wet you had gotten embarrassed you a bit.

This was a foreign feeling since you were always the most confident one in any hook up. You’ve never met someone who chipped away at your confidence and made you feel the need to submit. Sanas classiness didn’t falter once all the while she was the one doing all the touching.

She remained calm as she opened the door to her room, lead you to her bed and motioned for you to sit down on it. It made you eager to find out what was to come next.

“I’ve been eyeing you since the show,” To Sana, it was like tunnel vision. That whole day, she chose to barely acknowledge anyone who wasn’t you. Besides your friend, she exchanged pleasantries with her but that was all because she saw you come in with her.

Her hand tucking the hairs that framed your face behind your ears, she finds comfort in sitting on your lap and pushing you back by your shoulders.

No words needed to be exchanged when her hands reached for the zipper of your dress and effortlessly dragged it off. She follows suit and feels like she has just opened a christmas present.

Her eyes trail down from your face to your bra, eyeing the lace detailing that kissed your skin. Your panties left drenched with her to blame, she eyes the wet spot

You unwillingly boosting her ego, Sana took pride in managing to get you so wet with barely any work. When she started moving her hips on top of your heat, you were already whimpering so lightly that your deep breaths were heard more. She grips onto your shoulders as she lowers her upper body onto yours and was disappointed as she felt the fabric of your bras blocking contact from each other.

Removing hers then yours, she’s pleased with the feeling of your bare nipples rubbing against hers along with her hips rotating on top of you. You felt constricted as she used you for her own pleasure, almost feeling like a doll with the way she humped you.

She felt your nails lightly scratching her sides, they had a sense of urgency, begging for more of her attention. She puts your hands to a stop and places your fingers in her mouth. You look at her fascinated while she works her tongue up and down along your skin. She pulls them out with a pop and removes the rest of your garments.

She brings your two wet fingers onto her core and helps herself by dragging her lips along them, back and forth.

You glided over her clit, making her breath hitch but not making her stop. The tip of your fingers met her hole, leading sana to tease her entrance with your own hand.

You barely felt like you were alive, almost in a trance like state. You didn’t notice her hands placing yours besides your head followed by the feeling of warmth where your cunt was practically leaking. Your back arched as your clit came in contact with the girl on top of you. All you could focus was on Sana, you couldn’t pay attention to anything else but her face showcasing pure ecstasy and the sound of her slick mixing with yours.

Your legs felt like they were in a jumbled mess, but everything else felt just right. The feeling of sana moving back down for her breast to make contact with yours, her tongue searching for yours along your lips and her fingers sliding down between the two of you to feel how wet you were against each other.

Her moans were raspy and were drowned by your lips over hers. You break apart the kiss to breath since everything was overwhelming. You tried to voice out your words and what you wanted to say to her, but all that came out were hyperventilated breaths and incoherent sentences.

“Shh, breath baby. it’s okay, I’ve got you.” Sana cradles your face and slows down her movement. You whine when the pace slows down and you finally catch your breath “Go faster please, I promise I can take it.” She contemplated for a few seconds then picked back up her pace. Her muscles burned but she didn’t mind, she was glad to do the work while she got the perfect view of you falling apart.

Sana could’ve gotten off just by the faces you were making under her. She wouldn’t be surprised if the neighboring hotel guest heard you, but she didn’t care and was glad you didn’t hold your noises back.

You reaching the edge purely by clit stimulation wasn’t what you had expected, but here you are clutching sanas wrist up to your chest. “Fuck- I’m so close, don’t stop.” You proceed to move your hips upwards, chasing your high and taking sanas thumb into your mouth. You used her thumb to silence yourself, truly believing you were going to scream once you came under Sana.

Sana was fascinated by how easy it was to glide herself on you due to how much more wet you got right before cumming. She focused on grinding her hips down harder against you, making the pressure against your clit just enough to bring you over the edge. Sana kept her movements up, not slowing down as she focused on finishing herself on you.

You were limp on the bed as she continued using you to get herself off. You never came that hard before just by scissoring, and you were on the brink of tears as she slowed down against you.

Sana leaned down and kissed the tears that fell due to the overstimulation you felt. Feeling like that wasn’t enough for you, she made her way down your body and arched her back to come face to face with your pussy. It was a mistake looking down and seeing the view in front of you.

Her face was in front of your pussy that was once again being played with by her fingers, softly drawing circles on your puffy clit while she eyed down the milky liquid coming out of you.

Her tongue went straight to work at your hole, savoring the taste of you once your slick was welcomed into her mouth. Licking away at your entrance, sana closed her eyes and sighed getting lost on your taste.

You began whining for the nth time, realizing she was probably pussy drunk with the way she didn’t notice your hand pushing her head away. Her ministrations didn’t stop there and she continued to help herself by eating you up.

It’s almost as if she enjoyed bringing you to tears, you laid there on the bed once again crying for her. You tried your best to take it all, her persistent licking on your sensitive bud, two of her fingers pistoling in and out of you, and her deep groans that vibrated against you.

The familiar liquid that came out of you motivated sana to keep going. She chased the taste of you and the way your legs shook around her head almost made her want to keep going once you came again.

She focused on hitting the spongy spot that made your eyes roll to the back of your head and your back arch.

What brought you to the edge was her her lips wrapped around your clit, switching between sucking on the bud and circling her tongue around it. Your senses were fucked up and you needed to grab onto anything to keep you grounded, which unbeknownst to you, made you grab her hair.

She groaned while attached to your pearl at the feeling of you tugging at her hair. Leaving her tongue out for you to grind on, she watches as you get lost on the feeling of her.

Sana let’s herself have a little more fun with you by cleaning up your slick, her tongue tracing patterns along your spent hole and not shying away from your bundle of nerves.

You truly did not have the energy to move yourself away or to bring her to a stop. Your makeup had to be ruined by now due to the amount of times you had already cried that night, but your tears felt uncontrollable while she licked away as if she hadn’t already pushed you beyond your limits.

Opening your eyes, you’re met with the view of her licking your juices off of her fingers, one by one. The sight made you close your eyes, knowing if you continued to watch you’ll get horny all over again, and it was better off that way since your sensitive cunt couldn’t take her anymore.

Going up to your body, Sana peppers delicate kisses over your collarbone making goosebumps arise. You two laid there in silence with you finding comfort on top of Sanas chest, the rhythmic beating of her heart lulling you you to rest.

Waking up left you disappointed once you realized that Sana was not in bed with you. You’ve been through this routine a good amount of times by now, what’s the difference now?

You tried to remind yourself how you shouldn’t have expected any different from Sana but the thought of waking up besides each other, getting breakfast and exploring the city was an experience you wanted to share with the girl to get to know her better. In the process of picking up your thrown garments you notice a piece of paper on top of the bedside table. Picking it up, you read the written text with the prettiest handwriting you’ve ever seen,

“I pushed the checkout till 2 in the afternoon so you can rest up longer. If you’re ever in Korea, text me (xxxxxxxxx)”

Feeling relief and excitement, you smile to yourself knowing you’ll reconnect with the girl who left a lasting impression.

[sunnydaysshifter]

diva moments in my fame dr ˖⋆࿐໋

traveling to france on my private yacht to attend paris fashion week with my hot bf and looking amazing as ever while the paparazzi gets all my good angles, but to be fair, i don't have any bad angles.

on a day where i don't feel as confident as usual, the paparazzi takes pictures and tons of articles go wild over my beauty. i truly never have a bad face day, do i?

always keeping my fancy pen i use to sign autographs, because let's be real, wherever i go the fans go.

a baby petting my dog on a walk and giggling when it sees me, cmon, even the baby is a fan.

having a fashion line named and inspired after me, because i am THE it girl.

being so rich that when i shop i don't even have to glance at price tags.

being miss dior, that speaks for itself.

fans fighting over my attention at a meet and greet, only for me to break up the fight myself, by giving them both autographs

coachella had slowly started losing popularity, until i headlined (for the 1st time in 7 years) and made it the #1 trending topic on twitter WORLDWIDE

only having toured twice, my tours are yet still of the most succesful tours ever.

calling out my haters with grace and poise, only for them to deactivate their accounts minutes after.

apologizing to fans who waited outside the sold out stadium i was playing at because i had just too many fans

making a small (but amazing) local coffee brand blowup after the paparazzi caught me leaving there with an almond croissant, a killer lip combo, and my coffee.

being called audrey hepburn reincarnated AND hired for the role of audrey in her biopic that i help screenwrite and direct.

some of the biggest rockstars and pop culture icons being amazed to meet little old me

leaked paparazzi photos of me on a balcony in paris in the most chic dior outfit while being handed a bouquet of the most gorgeous lilies and people thought it was a photoshoot because it was just that flawless

my catwalk being so unique that it has it's own definition

being fashionably late to the met gala in a gorgeous blue getup as if i was cinderella herself

makeup artists recreating my fabulous makeup look that i invented myself

my security guards at barricade dancing and singing along to my songs

i accidentally discovered a new fish while scuba diving ?????

different cities/stops on my tours welcoming me with GRAND (and im talking GRAND) gestures, because who wouldn't be honored to have me sing for you?

my signature scent being a mix of 3 different perfumes and it blew up and became trending worldwide

having a signature pair of shades that everyone (even my haters because theyre just that obsessed with me) can easily recognize me from, haven't gone a day without them

[novankenn]

He's a ... THE Super-Model!?!

Pyrrha and Weiss were sitting cat-walk side both looking rather bored as female and male models strutted about before them showing off the most recent "advances" in couture fashion, amid the barrage of camera flashes and polite clapping.

Pyrrha: (whispering) Remind me why we're here?

Weiss: (whispering) Our publicists decided we needed to be seen, so they chose this gala.

Pyrrha: (whispering) This is BORING. I would have preferred stayed in the dorms with Jaune...

Weiss: (whispering) Why didn't you? It's not like you HAD to be here.

Pyrrha: He had another "job" and I didn't feel like sitting around alone.

Weiss: Well thank you for being here. It's always more enjoyable to be at these types of events with a friend.

The room grew quiet, as the MC, dressed in a very fashionable black suit and tie stepped out onto the runway.

MC: Ladies and gentlemen. Thank you for attending, and as a thank you we have arranged for a special showing of a single piece from the Adel Sensual Business Collection!

CLAPPING

Weiss: Adel? You don't think...

Pyrrha: Who else could it be?

A few moments later Coco Adel the second year huntress-in-training and Beacon's resident fashionista stepped onto the runway, with a mic in hand. Stepping off to the left side on a raised platform making the cat-walk completely unobscructed.

Coco: So... Adel Fashions has a SPECIAL treat to close out this little semi-private showing. Showing off our selection of our "Sensual Seduction Office Line"... the Enigma...

Coco: The one and only JA!!!

WILD CLAPPING and SHOUTS OF EXCITEMENT!!!

As the music continued to play, out from behind the curtain stepped a figure that was WELL KNOWN to Pyrrha and Weiss...

Pyrrha / Weiss: JAUNE!!!!

Jaune strode down the catwalk with perfect poise. HIs outfit definitely bordered upon the feminine side. Dressed in a purple-black Blazer over top of an off-white-cream blouse with such a deep plunging neckline that it showed off his navel, which was tucked in to a pair of curve clinging purple-black business casual pants, cynched about his waist with a pair of entwined off-white-cream belts. the whole ensemble ended with a pair of gleaming black heelless ballerina boots.

Weiss: How??? He trips over his own feet in sneakers!!!

Pyrrha: ...

Jaune's features where flawlessly accentuated with make-up, and his normally wild blond mop was heavily gelled and slicked backwards. Pyrrha 's heart slammed with in her chest and unable to resist, she rose from her chair...

Weiss: PYRRHA!!! NO!!!

Weiss in desperate act to prevent the Four Time Mistralian Champion from causing a scene, grabbed her by the pony tail and yanked her backwards...

Pyrrha: But... but...

Weiss: I get it! I do! I want to do it as well...

Pyrrha glared at Weiss.

Weiss: ... BUT we are NOT Blake and Deery!!!

Jaune continued his confident and inspiring stroll along the catwalk with effortless ease and perfect poise.

Weiss: (whimpering) I wish you'd be open to share...

Pyrrha: (hissing) You had your chance...

(Master Episode List)

[blackgirlwhowrites2k23]

Summary: “You’re an upcoming model and you finally got your big break! Pharrell Williams’ debut as the creative director for Louis Vuitton also happens to be your debut as a high fashion runway model. You captivate the hearts of many from A list socialites to rising stars—including catching the attention of a certain Jude Bellingham."

A/N: A very short concept blurb. While the idea came to my mind I immediately got to enraptured in writing it that I completely forgot to check if it'll even make sense. To make myself look less crazy, let's pretend Pharrell's recent show had female models along the male models for my sanity's sake. Alright; enjoy!

Yourusername added an Instagram story:

The anticipation bubbled inside you as you prepared backstage, adorned in designer Louis Vuitton that had yet to be seen by the world. The exquisite haute couture creation hugged your body like a second skin and didn't completely wipe out your nerves, but it definitely gave you some confidence points. This is the big break you had been waiting for; the only thing that stood between you and your wildest dreams was the curtain to the start of the catwalk.

Before you knew it, the show had begun and you were past the curtain and out into what could only be described as an otherworldly experience. The venue was adorned with such ethereal lighting, casting a soft glow that danced upon elegant, extravagant chandeliers and polished marble floors. To top it all off, if the scenery wasn't enough, almost every celebrity that you ever admired was within touching distance. This night was more than just a debut; for you, the other models, and probably Pharrell himself, it was the embodiment of handwork and ambition, a culmination of dreams realized.

Your body effortlessly strutted along Pont Neuf, the bridge lights illuminating both the oldest standing bridge's platform and your radiant skin. You were on fire. With each outfit change and reappearance, all eyes and cameras seemed to be immediately be reeled in by your sheer magnetism. You paid them no mind, you continued working the runway. Within the sea of luminous faces that seemed to blend into themselves and the surrounding color, there was one pair of eyes that never left your figure.

Jude Bellingham, the charismatic young football prodigy, had fixed his eyes upon you since the moment you stepped out. His eyes, which were filled with an intensity that rivaled his ferocity on the field, sent shivers down your spine when you accidently made eye contact.

The show ended with thunderous applause, mingling with your own exhalation of relief and exhilaration. Your newfound status as a muse rippled through the fashion industry, whispers of your name mingling with the extravagant parties that followed. But amidst the celebrations, Jude's thoughts were mingled with the fledgling model, her powerful walk, and never ending confidence.

Judebellingham started following you.

[freddiemercurylegendabovelegends]

Today - May 13th, 1977 - Queen Story!

Queen played Congresscentrum, Hamburg, Germany

'A Day At The Races' Tour

🔸Record Mirror, May 21, 1977

A NIGHT at the Congress Centrum Hamburg, where escalators take you to the concert hall and the bouncers wear suits and ties.

It's been three years since Queen played Hamburg, but it's a near sell-out in a hall which looks like a giant lecture theatre with rows and rows of cushioned, spotless white seats. The stage is tiny but somehow the roadies have managed to squeeze on the batteries of lights.

It's a late start. Backstage, a giant roadie paces up and One week down like an expectant father outside the dressing room. Classical music floats gently over the audience.

Then darkness, lights, action and The Queen Machine rolls into action. Lights explode through the gloom and Mercury stands like Rudolph Nureyev.

He's dressed in a white jumpsuit and May, in wandering minstrel gear, blasts out the opening chords to 'Tie Your Mother Down'. For a guy who shows comparatively little emotion when he plays, the effect is still stunning. The number finishes with a drum solo and tarticle

g bass rising to the top of the sound mix. The Congress Centrum has great acoustics. You could have been sitting in a recording studio.

Most of the audience are caught like a fish on the end of a hook. It's the old Queen policy of 'grab 'em by the scruff of the neck and don't let go for a second'. The lights dim again, there are same tailed some taped sounds and spotlights shine out from the stage. May's knife - like guitar announces 'Ogre Battle'.

Explonding

Mercury makes an-other grand entrance in a chequered cut suit, pointing his mike stand at the audience like a gun. At the end he's lost in a mass of exploding smoke bombs. • The band's speeches are embarrassing. They always sound so self-conscious. "Thank you every-body and welcome to the party," says Freddie —like an embarrassed scoutmaster addressing his troop. It's 'White Queen' and the dynamic duo of Mercury and May are caught under criss-cross spotlights. Mercury tosses his head back as if he's in agony and sings the mystical lyrics before leaping around like a bizarre ballet dancer. Spotlights play on a crystal ball and May stands in the corner, framed in the half light like a Renaissance portrait. He takes to the catwalk at the front of the stage for a riveting solo. Considering the rapid-fire notes he's turning out, he always looks so relaxed. Mercury returns to the stage and the number taste-fully ends as he hits a high note and a solitary spotlight plays on his head and shoulders. "It's really nice to be here in Hamburg," he announces before 'Somebody To Love'. His playing misses the light opening touches of the record. The band try to make the tune more funky — maybe trying to keep the live excitement going, but it sounds cheap.

Half the German crowd are start their British Jubilee tour, ROBIN SMITH went to Germany and found that the Hamburgers were well pleased. Yes, they played a . . .

Good Old Fashioned . . singing along but the remainder keep their seats, showing no emotion. Eventually Taylor's drumming gets the crowd going. The reserve is breaking . . . May walks across to the microphone and clicks his fingers. Mercury's piano chords announce 'Killer Queen'. This time the playing is more laid back, capturing the true sensuous feel of perhaps the most subtle and skilful song Queen have ever produced. Mercury even managed to work in a line about Hamburg.

RAGTIME

The numbers followed by the gloriously ragtime 'Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy' and Mercury's voice is showing no signs of strain. In times gone by, especially at one concert at the Rainbow, he seemed to have been lisping and struggling, but no complaints this time.

The party atmosphere is continued with 'Bring Back That Leroy Brown'. May strumming away on banjo.

It's back to Queen at their most sinister with 'Death On Two Legs', Freddie spitting out the lyrics backed by cold guitar, rumbling drums and bass.

He sounds like Christopher Lee.

"Queen would like to drink a special toast to all of you here," says F'reddie. He sips champagne delicately but - tut, tut - it's not a proper champagne glass - the real thing is tulip shaped. He passes the booze down to the audience.

FRENZIED

Time for 'Brighton Rock' - frenzied riffs stab out and May indulges in some feedback before strutting around che stage. He indulges in a deluge of rising and falling notes and then the nagging riff start, again, bouncing off your eardrums.

Source article ➡️ queenconcerts.com

[pommpuriinn]

𖥻 ִ ۫ ּ 𓏲 ، ݃♟❜ 𓈈 AIRPORTS ARE NO FUN

joohyung makes airports her catwalk but doesn’t mean flashing light and the space around her closing in don’t cause her anxiety

˖࣪،̲Ꮺ joohyung has multiple viral moments with her airport fashion which most likely causes the fashion tends to go around in korea here a few fashion moments…

˖࣪،̲Ꮺ y2k fur moment. Joohyung wore this outfit with leg warmers and a chunky shoe along with her chanel sunglasses blocking all the bright lights

˖࣪،̲Ꮺ the all vivienne westwood look. It was Joohyung’s solo fashion schedule and she was going to attend one of her favorite fashion artist vivienne show and meet her

˖࣪،̲Ꮺ all white fuzzy set. This look was a way more lay back comfortable compared to her previous ones

˖࣪،̲Ꮺ masculine airport fit. Joohyung showed her masculine side with this outfit definitely her black headphones and sunglasses gave the outfit bonus points. Along with having her hair in a claw clip really showed everyone how small her face shape is

˖࣪،̲Ꮺ of course those are only a few examples, but airports aren’t always fun for Joohyung it’s a place that causes her anxiety to spiral

˖࣪،̲Ꮺ many fans show up and the second they across the cross walk and enter the airport the fans start going crazy along with the journalists there

˖࣪،̲�� unfortunately Joohyung has many instances where people are just flat out rude to her and rude to the people around them that don’t want to be in the whole chaos 

˖࣪،̲Ꮺ this happens so much that Joohyung stopped counting after the fifth time which is fans pushing Joohyung away from a member just so they can be next to them instead of Joohyung

˖࣪،̲Ꮺ the members have expressed many times how they don’t want to see their noona or anyone else get hurt by being pushed

˖࣪،̲Ꮺ this instance was one of the worst Joohyung has ever experienced it gave Joohyung a panic attack and scared everyone. It started the same people rushing around them, taking pictures, and trying to hand gifts to any member

࣪،̲Ꮺ until suddenly the space around them became smaller and smaller. Joohyung started tripping since she started bumping into her members along with security

࣪،̲Ꮺ all Joohyung remembers is Soobin barely getting a grip on her hand, people yelling, and bright lights before falling down. Joohyung only heard a buzzing sound in her ears as she tuck her head into her arms. She didn’t want to get up especially with feeling people looking down at her

࣪،̲Ꮺ tears were running down her face, Joohyung was crying in silence. “Noona!” Taehyun frantically called. “Please move away, please.” Yeonjun pleaded at the crowd surrounding them. The other three members went to slowly pick Joohyung up Beomgyu took his bucket hat off his head and securely placed it onto Joohyung’s head to hide her face. Soobin and Kai quickly got Joohyung’s things off the floor before following all the members closely

࣪،̲Ꮺ it was probably the worst thing she has ever experienced because Joohyung was restless the whole plane ride and would get little panic attacks throughout the flight until they got into their hotel rooms

࣪،̲Ꮺ another bad moment was when a female journalist was disrespecting Joohyung right in front of her and through an article that was released the following day

࣪،̲Ꮺ as the group was riding the escalator there was cameras and journalists asking them regular questions until a female journalist started asking uncomfortable questions towards Joohyung. “Joohyung-ssi shouldn’t you wear more modest clothing?” Joohyung looked down at her white little tank top paired with a maxi skirt. “I’m perfectly fine, thank you.” Joohyung gave her a fake smile

࣪،̲Ꮺ “with being an female idol shouldn’t you have pure skin?” The journalist was looking at her tattoos. “To each their own.” Joohyung was getting irritated by the minute, but still answer politely

࣪،̲Ꮺ “I also wanted to ask isn’t it unprofessional to date within-“

“Miss please attention you might fall back.” Beomgyu got in front of Joohyung to not only end the conversation short, but to also stop the journalists from asking clear targeting questions to his Jooie

࣪،̲Ꮺ the next day the journalist wrote how rude Joohyung was towards her and how Joohyung has no respect for herself with the way she carries herself. Moas immediately came to Joohyung’s defense and got the article down along with an apology from the journalist herself

[animationmovieshipps]

From Rags to Riches: Chapter 2

When you arrived at the mall, your soon noticed that there were many girls to be part of the selection.

There were other imps like you, it also had succubus, but most of them were sinners, which caused you a little strangeness, but you soon remembered you were on the Pride Ring now, the only Ring in Hell sinners could live in it.

You sat down in one of the chairs to wait your turn. They were all so beautiful, it just made you even more nervous.

"Shit, shit, shit..." The girl next to you repeated in a low voice, looking as nervous as you.

When she noticed you were watching her, she looked at you and smiled.

"Nice to meet you, Liana." She introduced herself to you.

You smiled back at her and introduced yourself to her as well.

While the first girls were called to be analyzed, you distracted yourself by talking to Liana.

She was too nice to be a sinner. Not that all hellborns were nice, quite the contrary, but most sinners were assholes, that was why they ended up down there.

She told you all about her life when she was still alive. When alive, she was a model at the height of her career, but it was abruptly interrupted when she died in an accident in one of the fashion shows.

She had already gone through the selection process before, you didn't understand why she seemed the most nervous of all of you.

After a while, it was finally your turn.

"Good luck." Liana whispered to you.

"Thanks." You whispered back to her.

As soon as the agent laid eyes on you, you immediately noticed how impressed she seemed with your appearance, which was unimaginable, everyone said that you had an exotic appearance, different from the others.

"How old are you, honey?" She asked.

"19." You replied and she wrote it down on the chart.

"Tell me, do you happen have any modeling experience?" She asked again.

"Well, I took a modeling course when I was 14, participated in and won a few beauty contests in my hometown, the Lust Ring." You explained. "I just didn't continue, because I had priorities in my life that I couldn't reconcile with the life of a model, that was 2 years ago. But trust me when I say that I never forgot what you have to do to model."

"Well then, show me your catwalk, please." She asked.

You took a deep breath and began to walk through the space given to you, calmly, delicately, but at the same time with elegance, one foot in front of the other, spine straight and always looking ahead.

You did some poses as if you were being photographed and went back to the agent, whose name you discovered was Miss. Lenormand.

You had no idea of how you managed to take so many steps without falling on the ground once because you were so nervous, but you were glad you didn't.

After you answered a few more questions to Miss. Lenormand, she asked you to return to your place, which at the end of the selection would tell you if you had been chosen or not.

Right after you, it was Liana's turn. You could see she wasn't lying when she said she had been a model when she was still alive.

Most of the girls were hostile towards each other due to the competition, but you got along really well with Liana, you would be happy for her if she was chosen and vice versa.

Timeskip...

"Very well, girls." Miss Lenormand said, drawing all of your attention to her. "I have selected 10 girls so whatever names I say, come to me, the ones that were not called, get the fuck out of here, please."

No more words could be heard as she read the names on the clipboard, the room was so silent you could hear a pin drop on the floor.

"Lauren, Barbara, Danila, Reina, Liana..."

As soon as the agent said her name, the two of you looked at each other and hugged briefly, before she stood up and joined the others selected.

After she said the names of 8 girls, you had given up hope that your name was on that clipboard. Until when it was the ninth turn, you were amazed to hear her say your name.

You couldn't believe that after everything you had to sacrifice, you would finally achieve the biggest dream of your life.

"Me?" You asked, pointing to yourself, still incredulous.

"Yeah, but if you want I can select another one instead..."

"No, of course I want to!" You exclaimed, not containing a squeal of happiness as you got up from the chair and joined the other selectees, hugging Liana again.

-----------------------------

After a while, Daniel and Luke started to worry about your delay, since you had warned that you would be gone for about an hour and it had already been two hours since you had left.

Due to the place you were living, they couldn't help but be worried you might got killed in the way to the mall or even on the way back home.

"Do you think she's okay?" Luke asked his older brother.

"I don't know." Daniel sighed. "I could call to her phone, but I'm afraid she'll be robbed because she's on the street."

"So are we going to remain in this uncertainty?" He retorted.

Before Daniel could respond, they fell silent as they heard the sound of the door lock unlocking. They could never explain the amount of relief they felt when they saw you walking through that door.

They ran up to you and would have hugged you, if only your hands weren't full of bags.

"Girl, where have you been?" Daniel asked, cupping your face in his hands. "We were so worried."

"It's okay, I'm fine. I just took a while because I stopped by the pizzeria in the way back home." You explained to them calmly.

Seeing that you had arrived, Cameron and Laila left their crayons and drawings to talk to you.

"What did you bring?" Laila asked excitedly, noticing the bags you had in your hands.

"Oh I brought us some pizzas, fries and soda." You replied, which filled them with joy. "To celebrate that I was one of those selected!" You announced happily, which made them celebrate and jump for joy.

"I knew you could do it!" Cameron boasted.

"I'm so happy, now I can give you the lives you deserve." You smiled.

"But you already give us the life we deserve." Luke smiled, resting his hand on your shoulder.

That moment called for a group hug, but you couldn't do it with your hands full. You hurriedly went to the dining table and placed the things on it, before returning to them and wrapping all of them in just one hug.

"Aren't you going to try to run away from me?" You joked.

"No, it's a special occasion." Luke replied.

"I love you all so much." You said between laughs.

Meanwhile, the ruler of all Hell was getting ready to go to bed, after another day inventing new gadgets for his rubber duckies.

That giant bed just for him only made him feel even lonelier.

It had been 7 years since he had been living, he was surviving and even though he knew that reclusive and staying away from everything and everyone wasn't good for him, but he couldn't find the motivation to move on when he missed his former wife so much.

Suddenly, when he was about to turn off the light, he was briefly startled when he heard his cell phone ring.

He picked up his cell phone with some hope that it was someone he wanted to call, the expression on his face quickly changed when he saw that it was the fashion designer overlord. She definitely wanted to ask for something.

"Hello?" He asked, touching the phone to his ear.

Contrary to what he thought, she didn't spend much time rambling like everyone did, she got straight to the point.

She said she called to invite him to watch a fashion show from an agency associated with her clothing brand, which would be next week.

Lucifer would deny it, saying that he had more important things to do. Until he remembered what his daughter said, that he should go back to living and creating new connections instead of just staying at home.

He accepted, despite being sure that she just wanted something from him like all the others, but he hoped that he wouldn't regret that decision.

[tanalogyosc]

"People would leech on you if you become famous, thankfully, a rose has thorns."

Name: Rosé Jardinez Object: Rose Gender: Male

A fashion show model known for his Garden of Time-themed walk, Rose is as elegant as he is unfriendly towards paparazzi.

His reclusive lifestyle and aloof personality garnered many fans who wanted to know about his true self. much to Rose's displeasure. Surprisingly, Rose is friends with two people that people would've never guessed due to their differences.

The silent Trash Can and the pyromaniac Bush, who he always hangs out with in his free time. Despite this differences, They surprisingly get along well.

In other news, Rose is famously known for his rivalry with the Dulcisachean Fashion Icon, Jack O' Lantern, who is famous for his gothic Mourning Moon-themed clothesline.

Jack O'Lantern's daughter, Pumpkin Spice Latter commented that she is actually a fan of Rose's iconic scarf styling and that she and her boyfriend wear a lover's scarf because of Rose's influence.

Unbeknownst to anyone, Rose and Jack O'Lantern were actually high school sweethearts in the past who broke up when they had moved away from each other.

Will this fashionista love story meet a thorny end or have the limelight on the catwalk once more? Nobody knows.

[asheurbanipal]

The Only Option Left: Chapter 2

The Devil's Bed

on Ao3

Summary:

Our Tav finds herself in the House of Hope with Raphael's plan unfolding. Ultimately the question becomes, though, what does he want? More importantly, what does she want? Because she doesn't like what he's bringing out in her.

Baldur's Gate 3

Tav/Haarlep/Raphael

Explicit

Full Word Count: 14, 245

Content: PTSD, Depression, Trauma Bonding, mildly dubious consent, mid-sex shapeshifting, tail play, PIV and PIA, oral, hand stuff, genderfluid Haarlep

Chapter 1

Chapter 3-incoming

Haarlep was already gone when I snorted awake in a most unladylike fashion, tangled in the sheet and my gown hiked up to my hips. I was pretty certain I hadn't been fondled in my sleep, but there wasn't anything I could do about it now, if I had been. I stumbled through the room, looking for a way to freshen up. The tub had been drained, but there was a washbasin leftover, towel hanging off the side. It was a viable solution. 

When I was done, I cast around for my pack. It had been moved to the back of the room near the bed, resting against the low bench Haarlep had pulled the gown from. There was more clothing. Not dresses. A soft cotton shirt with a lace frilled collar and front. Broadcloth vest with complex embroidery. Cropped pants and new boots to pair with them, hem high enough to show the fancy stitching across the top and at the ankle. And it all fit. And it was comfortable. Beautiful and comfortable. 

Fuck.

 How could he have possibly known my size and preference? 

What other intimate things did he know about me?

After Haarlep reported in, probably more than I could bear to think about. 

After dressing and picking up my pack, I sat in the chair where I first met Haarlep and just sort of…stared…into the distance. What did I do, now? The brain was dead. The crown was retrieved. I didn't have anything else. 

Before the nautiloid scooped me up I was a sellsword. A cheap one. Nothing big. Keeping bandits off merchant caravans. Little bit of night security. A lot of the work had dried up when Gortash started kicking up his business, so I had tried moving out to the countryside. Had even considered relocating to Daggerford just for a change of pace.

Then I woke up in a pod. 

Was it possible to pick up that plan again? I could properly join the effort here to rebuild. Probably should. They needed all the strength they could for it. 

I glanced up at the door as I thought about it. There was a piece of paper. I was at the door even before I had actively decided to get to my feet. It was a note from Raphael, probably delivered by Haarlep. If I wanted to talk further I could find him downstairs. He'd be waiting.

I crumpled the paper in my hand. 

I opened the door. 

Then I set my feet along the catwalk, hoping by the time I reached the end of it, I would have decided what to do. 

"My little wonder. Have a seat." I must have blacked out, feet walking on my own, because now I was standing in front of Raphael again. His--servant? associate? employee?--dwarf Korilla was with him, seated to the side. He gestured that I should take the seat across, and I dropped down numbly. I shook my head. I needed to get my shit together. 

"Thank you for the room," I said curtly. "It was nice to have a good night's sleep."

"Is that all?" he tested.

"A lady doesn't kiss and tell," I replied, hoping that was the answer to the riddle. He cracked a knowing smile but moved on. "Korilla here was reporting in on the city rebuild. Particularly my…investments." He flourished his hand that she should continue, and she nodded.

"They're quite enamored of you, you know," Korrilla said. "A native of the Gate rising up from obscurity to overcome ceremorphosis and save the world? It's quite the story. They're talking about a statue." And Korilla was holding back a laugh at the idea. That was fair. 

"If they knew everything that happened leading up to the brain…" I sighed. 

"Martyrs for the cause," Raphael cooed. "We can put them on the plinth next to you." 

"Don't you fucking dare," I growled. 

"I'll convey your sentiment on the matter to the masses," Korrilla smirked. "Now, I have some contracts to check in on, still." She glanced to Raphael who granted permission with a nod. Then a sparking puff of red and purple and she disappeared. 

"Is that the job you're offering me?" I asked Raphael. "Following up on your…clients." I had decided at some point last night in between everything else, that if I was going to talk to him about his offer again, I needed to come on strong. Take the upper hand before it slipped out from under me.

"Oh dear me, no," he replied. "Korilla is excellent at that sort of thing. Very efficient. For you, I have something more…abstract in mind. Something that could benefit from your knack for big picture thinking."

"Is that what you call my fuckups?"

"Silver linings, dearest." He leaned across the table. "Come to my home. Stay with me awhile. Let me show you a sample of what I have to offer before I make my proposal, so you'll be fully informed before you decide." 

"Then you trap me in the hells?"

Raphael scoffed. 

"What good does that do me? You'll be free to come and go as you please. The portals will all be completely open to you."

"You could be lying to me, right now."

"Yes, of course."

"So you're asking me to trust you." 

"Unfortunately for us both." He raised an eyebrow, sharp and testing. "Have I lied to you at all since you fell from that nautiloid? Have I gone back on a single promise?" 

I dropped my eyes out of his. No. He hadn't. Not really. 

"Alright. Let's go." Almost as soon as the words left my mouth we were moving through the planes, and I was standing in the same dining room he had brought us all into on our first meeting.

"Feel free to take a plate," Raphael gestured to that same table, piled high with food. It was different, now. Rotting and foul. He gestured me down one of the long halls. 

There were people scattered through the hall, some crawling, some crying, some babbling nonsense. The smell of sulfur and burning cast over everything as we walked the dark red pathway, footsteps loud on the tiles. 

"What did these people do, Raphael?"

He waved his hand noncommittally. 

"Various and sundry sins, all poor souls who owe me a debt." 

"If I turn on you, is this the kind of punishment I should expect?"

He turned sharply, grabbing my jaw hard in his hand. 

"Should you turn on me after we make our deal, you'll wish this was your punishment."

I met his gaze, hard at the edges and firm. 

"I understand. You can let me go."

His hand fluttered away. 

"Good. Come along. I'll show you your room."

It was right next to what was clearly Raphael's boudoir, a small room off to the side with a balcony. I left that door closed, not ready to look out onto the landscape of Avernus below. The room itself was gorgeous. The walls were paneled in blue brocade fabric, and silver lace curtains fell along the lines of the rafters to create an illusion of division between the bed, the bath, and a seating area. I sat on the bed, cream-colored duvet soft and feathery under my touch. He really didn't need to offer me any more opulence than this for me to start taking his theoretical proposal seriously. Then he opened the wardrobe. 

"By Balduran's beard," I gasped, moving to the row of clothes. 

Pants and shirts and vests in coordinating colors, soft to the touch, crafted to my size. The next door he opened was an impossible closet that spread into a sword training room with a dummy with rotating arms. Along the walls were swords and maces shields the like of which I'd never seen. Made of metals I didn't recognize the sheen of. 

"These are beautiful." I ran my fingers down the blade of one of the long swords, itching to pull it down from the hook.

"Just a sampling really," Raphael said. "I don't expect you to bend for such paltry excesses." I choked on my excitement. He overestimated me. I wasn't a hero anymore. Not an adventurer. I was just a woman who liked swords and needed a purpose. He didn't need to try too hard, honestly, if he was able to give me both. But I'd hold back on revealing that little tidbit. 

I started when he touched my hand but let him take it softly. 

"This way." He pulled me along out of the room and to the big door next to mine. "Your entry credentials." He pressed my hand to a plate on the door and the whole structure shuddered and opened. The room beyond opened into a larger, more detailed version of his suite at the Caress. There was even a bath, this one large and deep. 

In the middle of it was Haarlep, wings spread taking in the water. He perked when he saw me, and moved out of the water, naked foem dripping across the floor as he approached me.

"Miss Hero. He snatched you up in the end." Haarlep tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and leaned down to speak low. "Sorry to leave you cold this morning, but I had a curfew." He cast a glance at Raphael. The devil placed two fingers against Haarlep's shoulder and pushed him away from. He stepped between us ever so slightly. 

"You got free reign last night," he hissed. "You'll need permission from now on." Haarlep responded in Infernal. They clipped back and forth quickly, a negotiation I couldn't understand but knew was about me. They raised their matching eyebrows at each other before Raphael turned to me. "Far be it from to keep such fast friends from carousing at their leisure when in such close proximity. But you only get to use him when I send him to you. For now."

He grabbed my wrist again and dragged me to a table with chairs. The one he dropped me in met me hard against my spine and backside. It was physically impossible for a chair to be this uncomfortable, so I assumed magic was involved. Raphael sat straight and narrow in his, prim up through his spine. 

"Keeping the power of the crown once I claim it is about maintaining order. It's about planning. There are loose ends all along the Storm Coast.The chaos caused by those idiots still has to be corralled a little before I can get any use out of it." He nearly spit at the mere mention of the dead three. "I'd rather things be in a certain state before I take my place. And for that I need agents of all varieties. Particularly ones who are so apt at attracting the attention powerful gods." 

I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Who, like Withers? I haven't seen him in weeks at this point. Not sure how he plays into it."

"You still don't really understand who he is," Raphael chuckled. "Hm. In any case. Stay with me. Permit me to…unfold things. And you can decide if you see your future in it."

"Where's the deadline on this decision, Raphael? You haven't even given me the parameters of the deal. 

"Shhhh." He touched his finger to my lips. "Patience. I'd never let you wander into something unprepared. All in due time." And I knew he wasn't lying, but he certainly wasn't giving me the truth. 

*****

I had just finished Reverie when my door opened and the outline of an incubus appeared. Haarlep didn't wait for an answer, just wandered across the floor and slid into bed next to me. 

"It's my first night," I said into the darkness as arms came around my waist. The voice that answered back felt like Haarlep's in its curve and shape, but it was higher pitched. 

"He was done with me and said to come check on you. Make sure you haven't fled in the night."

When I reached out to touch him, I was met with soft breasts and a rounder face. It was just as nice as the other form and I pressed my body into her hips and face into her cleavage. 

"This your preferred form?" I asked. 

"No, Raphael's number two preference. You've got him hot and bothered, so he wanted something feminine." She grabbed my ass a little and gave it a pat of affection. 

"Hm. Well. I like them both so far." I ran my hand over her side. "Don't cause any trouble with Raphael on my account. I don't need that on me."

"Don't think too hard about it. Raphael thinks he's in charge, but I report to Mephistopheles at the end of the day. If he gets out of hand, all I have to do is call Daddy, and Raphael knows it."

"That doesn't really protect me from him, now does it?"

"From the way I hear it, you've got something just as scary watching your back."

"Would be nice for them to step in." I tapped my fingers along her hips and spine. "Did you want to fuck or…?"

"I'm actually exhausted. I was hoping to come in here and sleep on the off-chance that asshole wakes up and wants round two." 

"Here." I pulled her head down to rest on my chest. "I know that feeling all too well.

*****

Something I was deciding about Raphael the more I stood next to him was the impression of his height. He was taller than me, most certainly, but then I was accustomed to being right in the middle of any given party. Taller than the halflings but shorter than humans and some other elves. So Raphael was well within any of those ranges. He shouldn't have seemed so utterly giant. And yet there was this way about him that forced him to take up the entire field of my vision even in human form. In cambion form, I still struggled to comprehend him from wingtip to wingtip. 

That was how I found him in his room, scurrying to answer his call like a mouse to a trap. Gods he understood me too much; it was starting to crawl up under my skin. 

Most of the days I had been here, Raphael was in and out, gone for long lengths of time. When he called me into his room, it was always to ask something obscure about the experience of growing up in the Gate or run through a specific intricacy a thousand times to find all the holes. I had started to piece together an idea of what he wanted to do with the city, at last. He wanted full economic control, to slot into the place that Gortash had eked out for himself. I didn't understand it, but I also didn't encourage him into another direction.. 

At least I was starting to grow accustomed to the boudoir. It was less heady, less oppressive on my senses. I had even grown to like the view of the cliffs of Avernus from the large window. 

"Come here, pet," he cooed, tapping his fingers on the top of the ornate table in the corner of the room. I dropped into the chair that I had started seeing as mine. This time it was comfortable as could be, and I had all but confirmed the change in support had to be magical to set whatever mood he needed. 

"Where's Haarlep?" It was always the first I thing I looked for, now. The length of Haarlep's leash (metaphorical or very very literal) gave a sense of Raphael's mood. I hadn't seen him that morning, so I had assumed a short chain.

"He's been doing such a good job at keeping you attended, I thought I'd test him on another potential client." He adjusted in his chair primly, chin tilting up. I hated that he kept doing this. He was the one who had directly sent Haarlep to my room a handful of times, yet he seemed so pissed off about it. I wished he would make up his mind. 

"You've made the acquaintance of a wizard named Lorroakan, if I'm not mistaken," he said. "Proprietor of Sorcerer's Sundries." 

"Yeah," I replied. "He's an asshole." I should have killed him. Or let Aylin do it. I managed to convince him I had killed the Nightsong myself to get him off her trail, but after that I let the whole thing drop. There were too many other, more dire things to attend to. She had disappeared after the battle, at least. 

Raphael approved my assessment with a smirk. 

"Yes, I got the same impression. The tower survived the attack, but it took a bit of damage. I offered him some funds to make some repairs. In like exchange, of course." 

I tsked at him. 

"He's not going to part with any of his toys or books."

"Simply an opening volley. A little knock on the door." He wrapped his fingers on the table. "Which is why I'm curious what your read on him was. What does he want more than anything?"

"Immortality," I answered easily. It fueled his obsession with the Nightsong.

"That won't do, at all, of course. Maybe if he was a bit more…malleable…I'd be willing to extend him an offer of that nature. But as he is, no. I think not."

"Can you do that? Make someone immortal?" 

"After a fashion, and for the right price." He grinned through the words, and I knew that was as much information as I wanted about that. I didn't care to imagine whatever catch came with the immortality offered by a devil's deal. "Is that something you might find an interest in?"

I couldn't even answer with the laugh that rolled out of me.

"I've got five-hundred more years on me, and I'm already ready to call it quits, most days. I can't imagine having to trudge through this shit forever."  

"Poor little thing." Raphael made one of his flourishing gestures, and my chair slid around the table toward him. He ran his fingers through my hair and tucked them into the loose bun at the back. "Is life really so difficult?" He tugged on the ribbon that was holding my hair and it all flowed free. I rolled my cheek into his palm. 

"Some of us have real problems, Raphael," I clucked. His hand tightened in my hair, pulling at my scalp. As he stood, he pulled my head back, trapping me with my neck stretched out to him, eyes locked on him by force. He dipped his body until his lips were near my ear.

"Oh, my problems are about to be very real for you, if you don't behave."

I choked through my words, but I felt the grin form on my face. As much as he threatened and cajoled, I wasn't dead until he got what he wanted from me.

"Testy. You frustrated without your toy around?" I regretted it the instant I said it, the sudden blankness of his gaze worse than his more classic, irritated expression. 

He lifted me from the chair and dragged me across the room by my hair right at the base of my scalp. I landed on the bed in half a heap, head snapping forward from the force of Raphael releasing me. When I looked back up at him, he had shifted into his more human shape. I still hadn't figured out the reasoning for which form he preferred, but I didn't like that he had taken the energy to shift at all. He moved onto the bed, knee on either side of me. I felt myself scrambling backward without considering the actual escape route was in the exact opposite direction. Raphael followed, crawling to keep up with me until we reached the center of the bed. 

"Where do you think you're going, darling dearest?" He grabbed my wrists to pull me closer. "You and I both know this is where you want to be. Where you've always wanted to be."

"And where's that?" I snapped back, trying to pull my wrists away. The thin line of his mouth cracked into a wry grin. 

"A place where you don't have to make any decisions. Where someone else, where I, control everything. Where all you have to do is lay back and accept what I give you." He released my wrists, and I dropped back to the bed unceremoniously. "Now I am a reasonable man who prefers a sense of structure. Of order in the chaos. But I always get what I want in the end. The only choice you have, at the moment, is how difficult you want to make it for yourself." 

"Oh, spare me," I said. His hand twitched back as though he wanted to strike me, and I leveled one of those same gazes at him that he kept trying to tear me down with. 

"I came here of my own accord, and I've been staying voluntarily, waiting to find out what you actually want from me. I have jumped and danced at every summon, no matter how dumb it ends up being. I have been your perfect little confidant, and you can't handle a little sass? A little backtalk? Or is it that you can't stand I'm not afraid of you? That you don't have me, yet?" I was panting, waiting for Raphael to react. To do anything but hover over me. He needed to do something. "If you want to be fucking Archdevil Jackass, Prince of the Nine Hells, you'll have to grow a thicker skin than that." 

Finally, he did something. He dropped down to his elbows, bringing his body down on top of mine, line on line, angle on angle with my own. He pecked the side of my mouth. Gently. Delicate. His lips were rough but damp. 

"What are you trying to dose me with?" I asked. Raphael clucked. 

"So suspicious."

"Do you blame me?"

"Not at all," Raphael smirked. "I would expect it." He kissed me again, this time capturing my lips and going deeper, tip of his tongue trailing along my bottom lip. "But no. This is all just me…and you…" The next kiss was ravenous. 

His hands cupped my jaw, forcing me to accept every undulating press of his lips against me. The knees locked around my hips would have kept me from wriggling free if I really wanted to. Instead, my hands found the back for Raphael's head, and I wound my fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck. I didn't pull like he had, but he didn't like it nonetheless. He pulled back sharply, breaking the kiss with a quick nip on my bottom lip. He settled his body lower across my hips, sitting back on my thighs. For a long moment, he hovered his fingers over the top button of my vest, his face moving through a bunch of micro-emotions like he was considering something. 

"No no," he muttered. "You'd enjoy too much, and I don't want to lose the buttons. I have something better." He rolled sideways off me, pulling me up by the collar as he went. I almost lost my footing as I was yanked up off the bed, but I stayed standing as I skidded over the marble floor. 

"Undress." The command reverberated soft and deep through the chamber. 

"Excuse me?" I had heard him clearly, but I was struggling to comprehend. 

"I could hold you down and do it myself, but then it wouldn't be a real choice, now would it? Now, you can either do as I ask, or not. Which will you do?"

"What if I don't do as you say?" 

"Then you're more than free to go back to your room. Leave for the material plane, for all I care. You were never a prisoner." He said the words, and they almost felt like the truth. He probably would let me go. For now. I wasn't ready to test it, yet. 

I undid the first button on the vest, slowly moving down to the next one. There were only ten of them, and my vest fell to the floor with a clank. Raphael slightly jolted with the sound. He was so concerned about his buttons, I wish I had thrown it down harder. The line of his body tensed again as I moved on to my shirt. I pulled the threading out from the eyelets one by one until the entire front of my shirt was open down to below my chest, exposing the short stays underneath. I pulled my shirt up over my head, letting the shirt fall on top of the vest. Raphael watched every movement closely, studying me. His hand twitched on his thigh as though he wanted to reach for me again, but he held firm. 

Four more buttons on my fly, and my pants were down, pooled around my ankles. I stepped out of them and pushed them away. I hadn't taken to wearing hard-soled shoes around the house, and my slippers were back at the table. I still had stockings, though, tied at mid-thigh. Raphael's eyes shot down to them immediately, and his lips parted ever so slightly. He dug his hand into the front of the stays and dragged me forward until I was tucked between his knees. 

"Now this…this is an outfit I think I might begin to insist on." His face dropped to the cleft of my breasts and he worked slowly upward along the span of my chest. His nose and lips traced the line of my clavicle, teeth scraping against my skin. One hand came up on the other side of my neck and his mouth worked in small kisses up the other side, over the edge of my jaw. He teased a kiss at my lips, but pulled back, breath touching mine. 

"I'm not a doll for you to dress up," I said into the tiny space between us. He undid the top strap of three on the stays.

"Yet you wear everything I give you." The second strap slipped free with a soft pop. 

"You have good taste," I replied. 

A third click and the stays loosened, letting my breasts fall free. He rolled the stays off my back, but folded the garment and set it on the bench on the end of the bed instead of throwing it down with the others. He turned me sharply, pulling me tight against his body, legs spread around my hips again. Raphael's face dug into my back and I felt the sharp graze of his teeth along my spine. A hand swept around and dipped past the waistband of my undershorts and into my cleft. He didn't touch me, though, just tracing the outline of it, skin prickling under his touch.

By the time he touched a pad of his finger to my clit, I had started growing wet and tense. Every touch was light, teasing, and I jumped with each flick. He slid down and sunk into my entrance, and I gasped with the friction. I arched my back in response, breast falling right into his other waiting hand. He pinched my nipple…hard…enough that the pleasure turned to pain.

"Ow," I gasped. And he let go. I didn't expect it, but he did. After a moment, though, he returned to pinching and tweaking that same pink nub with a softer roll of his rough fingers. 

"My little mouse is so quiet," he said. "Why don't you raise your voice a little. Let me hear how much you enjoy it." He slid two fingers inside this time. On the third, a choked squeak emerged, breathy and short. 

"There we go," he cooed into the curve of my spine. His hands lifted to my shoulders and he pushed me down to my knees, half turning in a sprawl. His hands worked quickly on his doublet then barely touched his shirt before they were laid neatly on the bench. Raphael was soft in the chest and stomach, his tan skin freckled and tough. He untied the top of his pants and rolled them back to reveal a half-sprung cock weeping with pre-cum. 

"Another choice I'm willing to extend." Raphael's voice lifted and bloomed dramatically while he pumped his hand over her cock slowly. "How will you take me first? Hand or mouth?" 

I considered the math. He wasn't too big for either, and my teeth would do more damage if he pulled something on me while I was servicing him. I didn't relish the idea of biting a devil's dick off, but I was willing to consider the possibility it played into my backup plan. Not touching him, in that moment, simply wasn't an option. I wanted to. Gods I wanted to touch him. Where did that come from? What was this place turning me into? 

I moved to my knees and steadied myself against the inside of his thighs with one arm. One hand wrapped around the base, and I parted my lips around the head of his cock, sucking gently at the soft flesh as it emerged from the foreskin. A glaze of pre-cum slicked across my tongue and throat as I pulled him in deeper. He was peppery. Sweat and skin tingling with the bitter warmth of whiskey. His fingers wove into my hair, and he pulled me back from the base. Then forward again. A gentle pace up and down his length as I lathed and sucked on him. I was perfectly capable of doing it myself, but if it made him happy to have that control, I was willing to abdicate it. Even as he moved me faster and faster, I kept to his rhythm, grazing the edge of one hand along the soft skin of his balls, the other hand still squeezed around the base, throat and tongue acting in tandem to encompass the entirety of him at the crest of every gentle thrust.

Then he shoved me down hard, thrusting deep into my throat, forcing me to gag. I pulled back quickly. 

"Do that again without asking, and I bite it off." I leveled a hard gaze up at him, daring him to test me on this. His hand was still in my hair, and he pulled my head sideways against his thigh. 

"Apologies, dearest. I simply grew…excited…impatient, perhaps." 

I pushed myself up using his knees, my own cracking a little as I got to my feet. 

"Then let's finish this." 

I was the one who crawled into his lap, this time, my knees spreading around his hips as I found purchase on the bed. My arms dropped softly around his shoulders and I demanded a kiss from him, pulling him up to me with a crook of my thumb under his chin. He unwound the lacing on the sides of my undershorts and they slid away neatly. I didn't wait, lifting up immediately to drop down, quivering and wet, on his waiting cock. He groaned into my mouth, wrapping his arms around my waist.

I rolled over him, chasing the feel of him inside of me, pulsing and hot. It filled me, but it wasn't enough. I needed…something…Something my body was yearning for, but I was having trouble placing. I pulled away from his mouth just enough to speak, his breath hot on my face as he panted under me. 

"Can you shift? Change form? To the other one?"

He looked up at me through half-closed eyes, tracing me through his eyelashes. The grin that cracked across his face was sharp and dangerous at the corners, barely touching the bottom of his eyes. 

"Oh. I know what you want. How lucky you are that I'm happy to give it to you."

His body didn't change anywhere I could see, but I felt the morph inside me, the pressure going in different directions, now. The ridges on his cock dragged against my insides when I lifted, pushing a gasping keen out of me. I dropped again, pressing our pelvises together to get the most out of this new shapes. 

"Gods," I found myself groaning. "Yes. Fuck." 

"Anything for my little starling. Anything you want, it's yours." He panted into the base of my neck then trailed his lips across the top of my breasts. "I'll give you anything." His hands gripped my ass to support the ever quicker, more forceful grinding I was pressing against his body. I believed him. That he'd give me anything. Rather, I believed he believed himself. That he was willing, in that moment, to part with everything in his home for me. I would see how things changed once the building ecstasy popped and dissolved. 

We weren't going to get there like this. I needed more leverage. I pushed him. He didn't let go. I growled and put all my weight against him, throwing us down on the bed. He seemed surprised but accepted the new position with ease. I bounced hard, thighs hitting my heels, Raphael's hands on my hips the whole while, this time following my pattern of lifting and dropping instead of forcing a new one. Faster, harder, I dug my fingers into his stomach, reveling in all the sensations I could rip from him. Taking what I wanted instead of waiting for him to give it. 

I crunched forward, resting my forehead against his chest, supporting myself on my elbows. Raphael's hands were firm on my back. Then they started to grip tighter. 

"Yes," he muttered low in his throat, the sound carrying through his chest. "Fire of my heart, brings us both to ecstasy." His nails dug into my flesh as he reached climax, and I felt him swelter and pulse inside me. I tilted my head up and pressed my hand to his neck lightly. 

"Don't fucking move," I snapped at him. 

I moved a hand down to find my clitoris in the tight space between our bodies. I circled and flicked quickly, pulsing my hips fast on the thankfully still-hard cock inside me. When I came with a tight squeal, it was filled with the scent of him. Hellfire and rum. I rested for a moment in that same position, letting my legs recover for a moment. Then I rolled off him, the feel of his cock sending one last shivering sensation up me. I rested with my knees up, thighs together, stretching my hips back into their preferred state. The tandem gasping and panting echoed through the room for a minute as the only sound.

"Perhaps Lorroakan can be fucked into submission," Raphael said quietly. I processed this statement. I heard the conversation with Haarlep play back in my head about the nature of Raphael's pillow talk. I laughed. Big and deep. Shaking my body down to the toes.

"You can always try it," I giggled. He sat up, legs off the bed. He wiped himself off with the edge of his sheets then re-buttoned his pants. 

"With that performance, I would send you after him."

"Hmph. I'm not Haarlep. I only have a few of those in me. Not gonna waste one on him. Really should just kill him if he's that much of an issue. I saw the stuff to conjure up some myrmidons up there in his tower, but if you let me borrow a couple orthons I could probably do it. Yurgir's wandering around here, right? He packed a punch when I killed him the first time." Raphael had turned about halfway through my string of thoughts, and now he watched me with interest, head tilted. 

"See this--" he pointed at me "--this is why I want you. Vicious. Practical." He stood and eased down the bed. He rested his hands on my knees. "Take a bath, pull something comfortable from the closet, then meet me in the dining hall. We're going up for a stroll, and I want to run some ideas past you." He grabbed his shirt from the bench and started putting it on as he left the room. 

The strongest part of his scent left with him, but the wisp and dregs of it surrounded me as I rolled a little on the mattresses. I was starting to dig myself too deep into this hole. But at least I had a little something to help me climb out of it. 

The implications from Haarlep and Korilla were starting to come together with my own experience. Whether sexually or logistically, he didn't like actually putting in the effort himself. He preferred, strongly, to delegate. To make someone else do it while he reaped the rewards.

Whatever his motions to the contrary, he needed me. Far more than I needed him. I could use that.

[uncannychange]

Bob's, Barbershop, and Men's Total Renovation Emporium.

The only such place where you can leave with more hair than you came in with.

Along with other changes.

Quite remarkably major changes

Buts how? And why?

The answer came about when due to the Pandemic where was a major female fashion model shortage.

It seemed that The Houses just could not find the sort of girls they wanted.

“Bob” had an answer, a technology that would reshape a body into any form they set for it.

Only, due to the need for that body to have a Y chromosome it only worked on men.

So, Bob’s your uncle (so to speak) a conclusion was come to.

Only where to get that “raw material” for reworking? At the time there was a significant and in many cases chronic unemployment problem.

The solution, an order from the fashion industry saying what they need, the right men our found and before you know it they are ready to start their walk down the catwalk and pose for the cameras.

Sure, this is more than tough stressful for the guys who find themselves doll, but hey!

The pay is great, so they can afford apartments and cars, and the best Smartphones.

At least until around the age of 25 (if they last that long) at that time they can, I don’t know, design handbags, find a Reality Show to drama on, or perhaps find a Sugar Daddy.

“Still a shortage?” read Carl (work name Carminia), traveling by subway between gigs, knowing that this meant that soon even more of his long out-of-work Bros would be joining her as Sisters.

“And competing with me for jobs! The tramps!”

Tim and Jake, still dizzy from the special “aftershave” they use in Bob’s, waiting to be picked up by the large on-line clothing emporium who had “requested” a couple of new models just like them for their ads.

Stand tough, and stand tall girls, the world is your oyster, wear the pearls well.

[aalissy]

Modeling

Day 8 is doneee!! It’s a short, fluffy lil chapter for today as per usual haha. I hope you like it! Lemme know what you think :)

AO3

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the city of Paris, Adrien Agreste, the famous teenage model and son of renowned fashion designer Gabriel Agreste, found himself in an unexpected situation. He was about to don the latest creation from his father's atelier, but this time, it wasn't for a high-end fashion show or a glossy magazine spread. No, this time, Adrien was modeling for none other than his classmate and best friend, Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

She had just gotten an internship with a high-end designer and had been so proud of herself that he couldn’t help but feel just as pleased with her work. Even if a small corner of his mind was displeased that she was even more busy than usual. 

But when Marinette had come to him the other day, an adorable pink flush to her cheeks as she asked him if he’d be willing to model one of her designs, of course, he said yes. 

He had always admired her talent for fashion design. Her unique sense of style, combined with her creativity and attention to detail had earned her a reputation as one of the most promising young designers in Paris. So, he couldn't resist the opportunity to support her and see her work come to life on the runway.

“An opportunity to model a Marinette original. How could I say no?” He had winked, feeling a slight sense of satisfaction at watching her pink flush turn just a shade darker.

As Adrien slipped into the first outfit that Marinette had designed, he was struck by the precision and craftsmanship of the garment. The attention to detail was remarkable, with every stitch and seam carefully executed to create a stunning piece of artwork. Adrien couldn't help but marvel at Marinette's talent as he adjusted the collar of the jacket.

As the lights dimmed and the music began to play, Adrien stepped onto the runway, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement. He had walked countless runways before, but this was different. This time, he was showcasing Marinette's designs, and he was determined to do them justice. After all, this was her first big show. He had to make certain that this was his best show yet!

As he strutted down the catwalk, Adrien could feel the eyes of the audience on him, and he knew that Marinette's collection was a hit. The gasps and whispers of admiration from the crowd confirmed what he had known all along, that Marinette had created something truly special.

With each outfit change, Adrien was amazed by the range and versatility of Marinette's collection. From chic and sophisticated evening suits to funky and bold streetwear, her designs were a reflection of her own unique style and vision. He could see her personality shining through in every piece, and it made him admire her even more.

Throughout the show, Adrien couldn't help but steal glances at Marinette backstage. She was a flurry of activity, adjusting hems, pinning fabric, and giving last-minute instructions to the models. Her passion and dedication to her craft were evident in every move she made, and Adrien found himself falling even more in awe of her talent.

As he got dressed for the final look of the night, he couldn't contain his emotions. He clapped enthusiastically, along with the rest of the audience, as Marinette took her bow. Her smile was radiant, and he couldn't help but be utterly captivated by her beauty and grace.

After the show, Adrien rushed backstage to congratulate Marinette. She was surrounded by well-wishers, but when she spotted Adrien, her face lit up with delight. She approached him, and Adrien found himself at a loss for words, surprised to find himself turning pink as she gazed up at him with a pair of sparkling sapphire eyes.

"Adrien, thank you so much for modeling for me," Marinette said, her voice filled with gratitude. "You were amazing out there, and I couldn't have asked for a better muse."

Adrien scratched the back of his neck, feeling a surge of pride at Marinette's compliment. "It was my pleasure," he managed to say, finally finding his voice. "Your designs are incredible, Marinette. You're truly talented."

Marinette's cheeks reddened at Adrien's words, and she looked down bashfully. "Thank you," she murmured. "Coming from you, that really means a lot.”

Putting his hands on her shoulders, he squeezed them gently, causing her to look back at him. “I mean it, Marinette. You did such a great job tonight. All of Paris was looking at your designs. Someday soon you might even surpass my father.”

She giggled, her face lighting up with amusement. “You should watch yourself, then, Agreste. I might be putting you out of business.”

He threw his head back in a loud laugh. Taking a deep breath to calm himself, Adrien then leaned in to whisper in her ear, “I’m looking forward to it.”

“Oh, but don’t worry,” Marinette said after he moved back with a wink. “You’ll still have a job as my most treasured model.”

“I can’t wait,” Adrien said, a beam growing on his face as he imagined days of working with Marinette instead of his father. That would be the dream. 

Her mouth opened to say something else, but before she could, a voice frantically called her over. “Marinette, there’s someone who wants to talk with you!”

She winced, her gaze darting back and forth between the two of them before she sighed sadly. “I’m sorry, Adrien. That’s my boss. I have to go. I’ll see you in class tomorrow though, right?”

“Of course.” He nodded, watching with fondness as she gave him a grateful smile before moving over to talk with her fellow co-workers. It was absolutely awe-inspiring how motivated she could get. It honestly reminded him of a certain superheroine...

Stepping out of the building, Adrien shivered slightly as the moon slowly rose over the Parisian skyline. Luckily, his bodyguard was waiting outside and he got to climb into the limo before he could get too cold. 

Leaning his head against the window, his thoughts drifted back to Marinette once again. He couldn’t wait to see her again tomorrow. Hopefully, now that the last day of her internship had finally concluded, they would be able to hang out with each other more. 

Maybe... maybe he could take her to go get Andre’s ice cream this weekend. Yeah, that sounded really nice. With a plan settled in his mind, he straightened up, a warm, fuzzy feeling settling deep within his chest at the thought of this weekend.

[travelblog]

Legendary artist Faith Ringgold designed fifty-two individual smalti glass mosaics across four mezzanine walls at the Civic Center/Grand Station in Los Angeles. Each is a personification of creativity, performance, sports and fashion illustrated in Ringgold’s signature style of line drawing a simplified figure in a solid, color-block background. Images include models walking the catwalk to boxers, baseball players and surfers frozen in the moment of their athletic skill, along with musicians playing and artists making their mark. The glass mosaic panels were created by the artisans at Mosaika Art & Design studio in Montreal, Canada.

[themrswallace]

Fashion-show smackdown scene lit:

For the version DL's in otherwise ignore this post: Victor has caught up to Wallace and Fluffles in their shared dressing room, planning to keep them trapped until the end of the catwalk where they'll be shunned for being no shows and Lady Tottington will be disgraced for allowing such unprofessionalism under her watchful eye. Of course, DL and Gromit have figured out his scheme and barrelled in to save them in the nick of time! Gromit whisking his wife to safety to complete her walk, now with him instead in a first canine couples debut, and DL finally gets to come face to face with the man who almost killed Wallace all those years ago. "Potty-poo!" 'Victor snarls then menacingly spins on his heel, he may not destroy Campanula's reputation, but he can deprive her of her beloved inventor' "Well...I guess you'll just have to do, Pesto" 'As Victor takes a step toward the petrified Wallace, DL appears between them, shielding him from whatever it is the hunter plans to bring upon him' "And who might you be? Need another man to fight your battles, do you, Wallace? Pathetic as you ever were" 'Phillip chuckles evilly as he guards the door' "I'm the one about to kick your teeth in, Quartermaine" "So you've heard of me, good to see my name still retains some merit" "Only when it revolves around your insecurities, Victor" 'Victor rolls up his sleeves, motioning for Philip to prop himself against the door as if he's heavy enough to actually block it' 'DL rolls their shoulders, meeting his stare with empty eyes' "Le, you can't be serious! His lordship is a renowned boxing champion! He'll hurt you!" "...You talk as if I give a shit. This twat almost killed you, and I vowed if I ever got to meet him...I'd make him regret it" "Right, put up your dukes! Queensberry rules!" 'Remember Victor's weird hoppy dance in the woods that time...that' "Now's not the time to hide behind your boyfriend, Pesto! Cease hiding and face your destiny" "...I think he just called you gay" "Come along, fruitcake! Don't keep me waiting" "Let me handle this, Lad. It's not safe! If you were hurt--" "That's right, be a good boy and let the MEN handle this" "On second thought, knock yourself out" "Say the magic word" "...Sick 'um, Lad!" "FUCK YEAAAHHHH!"

[cleverhottubmiracle]

Lily-Rose DeppWith her slender figure, prominent cheekbones and cute pout, Lily-Rose Depp has won over both Chanel – she has been the face of the house since she was 16 – and film directors, who are fighting over the young star. Sensual in the series The Idol, femme fatale in 070 Shake’s latest music video, gothic beauty for the premiere of Nosferatu, out in cinemas on December 25th, 2024, stepping on the Cannes’ red carpet with her timeless charm or wandering the street of Paris as the incarnation of the French woman, here are 13 looks that have shaped Lily-Rose Depp’s aesthetics.Lily-Rose Depp at the Chanel Spring/Summer 2016 show on October 6, 2015 in Paris © Getty Images, Photo by Dominique Charriau/WireImage.Lily-Rose Depp at the Chanel Spring/Summer 2016 show on October 6, 2015 in Paris © Getty Images, Photo by Dominique Charriau/WireImage.1. Her first Chanel fashion show: Lily-Rose Depp is following in the footsteps of Vanessa ParadisIn 2015, Lily-Rose Depp had barely turned sixteen and while most teenagers her age are forging their style in high school, her famous parents and growing success are naturally pushing her to the front rows of the most prestigious Parisian fashion shows, like Chanel, which invited her for its Spring/Summer 2016 collection.For this first event, which Lewis Hamilton and Marine Vacth, among others, attended, the future actress opted for a pair of skinny jeans at the cutting edge of fashion at the time, along with a multicoloured tube top and elegant matching red scarf that perfectly highlighted her graceful neck.An additional tousled bun, natural make-up and platform heels and there she goes – Lily-Rose Depp does not overdo or underdo it, while embracing the codes of her teenage years. Her entry into the big league was a resounding success and probably stemmed from the simple, ingenuous charm that made her mother Vanessa Paradis such an icon in the early 90s. The two shared the catwalk together.Lily Rose Depp at the 2017 © César Revelations Dinner Photo by Stephane Cardinale – Corbis/Corbis via Getty Images.2. Lily-Rose Depp: muse of Karl Lagerfeld and Chanel since she was 16Whether she finds herself walking on the steps of the MET Gala or simply around the city, Lily-Rose Depp is always dressed in Chanel. So it’s only logical that she should call on the house to dress her for the prestigious “Révélations” dinner in 2017. Noticed for her role in Planetarium a year earlier, then nominated for a César in the ‘Best New Actress’ category with The Dancer the following year, the young actress, who was 18 at the time, saw her career take off.Since 2015, she has also been the face of Chanel. In the same way that he fell for the lolita charm of Vanessa Paradis in 1991, Karl Lagerfeld, artistic director of Chanel, was also starstruck by Lily-Rose, who resembled her mother perfectly. The latter shot her first Chanel campaign with Jean-Paul Goude, walked the catwalk for fashion shows and posed hand in hand with the illustrious designer during photoshoots, but also in real life. This specific photo seems to be her tribute to him, appearing all dressed up in a two-piece suit with a black and white tie. Chic and oh-so-French in this androgynous ensemble, Lily-Rose Depp is using that night celebrating her acting talents as a way to confirm her status as a fashion muse.Lily-Rose Depp at the 76th Venice Film Festival in 2019, on the red carpet of the film “The King” on September 2, 2019 © photo by Marilla Sicilia/Archivio Marilla Sicilia/Mondadori Portfolio via Getty Images.3. Lily-Rose Depp as an ultra-glamorous Chanel heroine at the 2019 Venice Film FestivalLike her parents, Lily-Rose Depp chose to become an actress at a very early age. At just 15, she made her mark on the big screen in Kevin Smith’s film Tusk (2014), starring alongside her father. From then on, she had a series of carefully chosen experiences, with a preference for French cinema, such as Planetarium (2016) directed by Rebecca Zlotowski, in which she co-starred with actress Natalie Portman.Another highlight of her career was walking the steps of the Venice Film Festival for the film The King in 2019. On the red carpet of this high-profile festival, she made a splash alongside Franco-American actor Timothée Chalamet, in her sumptuous, evanescent strapless gown by Chanel. Cut from dark purple chiffon, the light fabric would twirl with every step she took. This glamorous piece was enhanced by a delicate scarf wrapped around her neck, illuminating her hair pulled back in a bun to emphasise her doll-like face.Lily Rose Depp at the Met Gala “Camp: Notes on Fashion” on May 6, 2019 in New York Getty © Images, Photo by Karwai Tang.4. Lily-Rose Depp making a fashion statement dressed in a Chanel archive gown at the MET Gala in 2019Already targeted by the paparazzi when she was knee-high to a grasshopper, Lily-Rose Depp has always kept her public appearances limited. So when she steps onto a red carpet, the young actress thinks carefully about her outfit. The famous MET Gala evening was the event that helped her claim her status as a fashion icon, drawing the attention of the press and fans alike for her style. In sync with her generation, she knew how to choose pieces that would be a hit and, above all, that would perfectly fit her body.Ahead of what would later become a widespread trend – that is, wearing archive dresses from major fashion houses – Lily-Rose Depp decided to make her own one of the most iconic dresses designed by couturier Karl Lagerfeld for Chanel. Not only does this black ensemble adorned with large chains and gold camellias from the Spring/Summer 1992 couture collection suit her beautifully, it also fits in perfectly with the theme “Camp: Notes on Fashion” of the 2019 MET Gala. You only have to delve into the archives to understand the importance of this dress, first sported on a catwalk by supermodel Christy Turlington in 1992, and more importantly by Penélope Cruz in a now cult scene from Pedro Almodóvar’s 2009 film Broken Embraces…Screenshot from @i_dfrance account5. Lily-Rose Depp in a Kate Moss-inspired dressNothing scares Lily-Rose Depp. As the angelic face of Chanel since 2016, the actress dares to be extravagant by being photographed in the simplest of outfits. For the February 2023 issue of i-D Magazine, she paid tribute to a look sported by Kate Moss in the 1990s, immortalised in a now iconic photograph of the 19-year-old British supermodel. That shot portrayed Kate Moss in a simple iridescent sheer dress and black knickers, holding a cigarette in one hand and a beer in the other, while attending the Elite Model Agency party at the Hilton Hotel in London.Twenty years later, Lily-Rose Depp has been captured by the powerful black and white lens of French photographer Karim Sadli. With her frozen pout, in a simple sheer dress by New York label Martin Keehn and black knickers, the illusion was perfect. Very comfortable in front of the cameras, the actress flirts with the controversial heroin chic aesthetic in this photo series.That aesthetic, which gained momentum in the 2000s, was controversial since some saw in it a glorification of drugs and encouragement of the cult of thinness and eating disorders. Embodied by the supermodels of the time and very much on trend in the fashion world, this former heroin chic trend opened up a debate on the beauty ideals conveyed by the catwalks. Since then, it has given way to a better inclusion of all bodies in fashion, for the greater good.Lily-Rose Depp at the Chanel Cruise 2022-2023 show on November 4, 2022 in Miami Beach, Florida. © Getty Images, Photo by Alexander Tamargo/WireImage. 6. Lily-Rose Depp: a Chanel silhouette from California to Paris“American? Californian? Parisian? New Yorker? […] I’m never completely one or the other,” Lily-Rose Depp told Numéro in December 2022. With an American father and a French mother, Depp has forged her identity between the Californian, sunny beaches and the Parisian, chic streets. From her full lips, reminiscent of the greatest Hollywood stars, to her mad, natural charisma inherited from French icons, the actress uses her dual nationality as her major asset.The proof was in her appearance in November 2022 at the Chanel cruise fashion show, where she wore a sky-blue tweed ensemble composed of a mini-skirt and a crop-top. Waving her hair in the wind, she posed on a Californian beach, with the ocean and sky in the background. She had for only accessories a chain belt emblazoned with the two C’s, a tiny, black handbag and a pair of black and white pumps. Simple and effective, her outfit seemed to draw both on her mother’s elegant, effortless wardrobe, and on the pastel colour palette and short, summer cuts that are so characteristic of Los Angeles, where she grew up until her 16th birthday.Screenshot of an Instagram post from the @lilysredrose account.7. Lily-Rose Depp embraces the Y2K trendA few years ago, Lily-Rose Depp used to share her intimate, uncompromising confessions on her blog ‘Kalilyfornia’, post crop-top photos, but twerk on a TV set without a care in the world. Yet, her growing success has now given way to a complicated relationship between her and one of the leading social networks of her generation: Instagram. Some 7.5 million followers are looking at her photos, which are now more controlled than ever, but she never forgets to be natural, snapping a few intimate shots of her friends and family between two Chanel runway shows.Beyond the media hype, the paparazzi’s stolen pictures and the glossy campaigns, the actress is taking part in the fashion trends that are invading social media, such as the devastating Y2K aesthetic, reminiscent of the 2000s. This major trend in today’s fashion landscape has finally been brilliantly adopted by Lily-Rose Depp.Captured by American rapper 070 Shake, she appears in this photograph with her futuristic sunglasses hiding her eyes on and her signature heart-shaped mouth, wearing an ultra-tight outfit – a crop-top and skirt ensemble with a baroque print drawn from the Jean Paul Gaultier archives. These pieces from the Spring/Summer 1998 collection, inspired by the Mexican artist Frida Kahlo, emphasised the star’s slim figure as she looked more in tune with her image than ever.Screenshot of an Instagram post from the @lilyrose_depp account.8. Lily-Rose Depp as a pop star in the series The IdolOne thing is for sure, the scandalous series The Idol (2023) has already been widely discussed by the media, as it portrays the worst part of the entertainment industry. The American media Rolling Stone describes it as “cruel, violent and way worse than you’ve heard”. The HBO series was directed by Sam Levinson (Euphoria) and Canadian singer Abel Tesfaye, also known as The Weeknd, and boasted a five-star cast with a host of cutting-edge looks.As lead actress in The Idol, Lily-Rose Depp appeared on screen in ultra-light, erotic outfits. Indeed, a few weeks before the premiere of the first episodes, a picture of the French actress posted on her Instagram account went viral and quickly reached 1 million likes.The reason? The photo shows the star in a sultry, sheer, candy-pink bodysuit revealing her body, along with the enigmatic name ‘Jocelyn’. This sexy preview of the fashion pieces worn on set confirms the reckless, sensual attitude of the artist, who is not strip down.Lily-Rose Depp at the Cannes © Film Festival Virgile Guinard, courtesy of Chanel.9. Lily-Rose Depp in a Chanel little black dress and pumpsAlthough the Cannes Film Festival is famous for its grand red carpet, Lily-Rose Depp decided to keep things simple this year. For the photocall for her new series The Idol, she opted for a tweed, little black dress designed by Chanel, of course. At night, she stepped on the red carpet in a black sequin Chanel archive dress adorned with a camellia on the chest from the Fall/Winter 1994-1995 collection.Seemingly simple, this sophisticated look was a testament to the young actress’s cutting-edge style, as she coupled a tube dress with long, black chiffon gloves, tights and a pair of tiny heels – more often worn in the very elegant streets of the 16th arrondissement in Paris than for official events. A surprising choice of course, but one that reflects her taste for timeless, feminine fashion, which embodies the legacy of both her mother Vanessa Paradis and the prestigious fashion house located Rue Cambon.Lily-Rose Depp at the Chanel cruise 2024-2025 show in Marseille in May 2024. © Photo by Stephane Cardinale – Corbis/Corbis via Getty Images.10. A crop top and a mini skirt: Lily-Rose Depp’s fashion essentialsTrue to her status as the face of Chanel, Lily-Rose Depp rarely misses the company’s runway shows. For each event, she sports the latest creations from the ateliers Rue Cambon, and adapts them to her fresh, contemporary style. This includes the mini, and even micro skirts trend, which has been on for several seasons, as well as crop tops, brought back to life thanks to the return of Y2K fashion that the actress particularly likes.Last May, for instance, she walked the catwalk of the Chanel croisière 2024-2025 show in Marseille, wearing a black mini-skirt embroidered with pink and silver flowers and paired with a tiny black cardigan revealing her sculpted silhouette, in spite of the windy, grey sky threatening South-East France that day. A daring outfit that simply revamps the essentials of her everyday wardrobe in a couture version.Screenshot from @lilyrose_depp account.11. Lace and knee-high socks: Lily-Rose Depp’s sultry, sexy styleIt is in her more personal projects and social networks that Lily-Rose Depp fully expresses her interest for fashion and style. On her Instagram account, the actress collects shots of herself wearing her most recent looks – most of them are very sexy ones.A see-through dress, a little jumper worn with nothing but tights… or a grey cardigan – the ultimate trend of the Fall/Winter 2024-2025 – and lace knickers, paired with white knee-high socks and gold Chanel pumps that are a tad outdated.Striking the pose in her flat, Lily-Rose Depp asserts herself as a modern-day femme fatale, just like in the latest music video of her girlfriend 070 Shake. In a subdued bar, she strolls and dances sensually, sublimated by an ultra-tight iridescent pink dress, leaving the rapper (and viewers of the video) speechless.Lily-Rose Depp at the Governor Awards on November 17, 2024. © Chanel. 12. Vintage and glamorous, the essence of Lily-Rose Depp’s styleMid-November, the Governor Awards were an opportunity for Hollywood to show the best gala outfits off. Lily-Rose Depp didn’t stray from her style, appearing in an ultra-glamorous and elegant Chanel gown as usual.With its Empire cut and long train, the dress takes on late 19th-century accents and recalls the actress’s passion for vintage fashion, as she digs up archive pieces for every public appearance. An old-fashioned look, reminiscent of the time period in which Lily-Rose Depp’s upcoming film is set…Lily-Rose Depp at the premiere of Nosferatu on December 4, 2024 in London. © Chanel. Photo by Samir Hussein/WireImage. 13. Nosferatu introduces Lily-Rose Depp to method actingA year after the series The Idol and the numerous debates that came with its release, Lily-Rose Depp is making her comeback to the silver screen with Nosferatu, in cinemas on December 25th. The film is a good opportunity for the actress and model to try her hand at the famous trend of method dressing on red carpets, already mastered by Zendaya and Anya Taylor-Joy…The theme of the film? A horror story featuring a vampire-like aesthetic and a terrifying narrative that offers Lily-Rose Depp a host of gothic, vintage fashion possibilities, just like this grey satin Chanel look she wore earlier this month to the film’s premiere in London. With its ruffled petticoat, corset top, choir collar and large necklace adorned with many precious stones, it looked like a late 19th-century crinoline.For any questions/feedback regarding the above mentioned products/brands, please do contact us anytime by clicking here Source link

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Lily-Rose DeppWith her slender figure, prominent cheekbones and cute pout, Lily-Rose Depp has won over both Chanel – she has been the face of the house since she was 16 – and film directors, who are fighting over the young star. Sensual in the series The Idol, femme fatale in 070 Shake’s latest music video, gothic beauty for the premiere of Nosferatu, out in cinemas on December 25th, 2024, stepping on the Cannes’ red carpet with her timeless charm or wandering the street of Paris as the incarnation of the French woman, here are 13 looks that have shaped Lily-Rose Depp’s aesthetics.Lily-Rose Depp at the Chanel Spring/Summer 2016 show on October 6, 2015 in Paris © Getty Images, Photo by Dominique Charriau/WireImage.Lily-Rose Depp at the Chanel Spring/Summer 2016 show on October 6, 2015 in Paris © Getty Images, Photo by Dominique Charriau/WireImage.1. Her first Chanel fashion show: Lily-Rose Depp is following in the footsteps of Vanessa ParadisIn 2015, Lily-Rose Depp had barely turned sixteen and while most teenagers her age are forging their style in high school, her famous parents and growing success are naturally pushing her to the front rows of the most prestigious Parisian fashion shows, like Chanel, which invited her for its Spring/Summer 2016 collection.For this first event, which Lewis Hamilton and Marine Vacth, among others, attended, the future actress opted for a pair of skinny jeans at the cutting edge of fashion at the time, along with a multicoloured tube top and elegant matching red scarf that perfectly highlighted her graceful neck.An additional tousled bun, natural make-up and platform heels and there she goes – Lily-Rose Depp does not overdo or underdo it, while embracing the codes of her teenage years. Her entry into the big league was a resounding success and probably stemmed from the simple, ingenuous charm that made her mother Vanessa Paradis such an icon in the early 90s. The two shared the catwalk together.Lily Rose Depp at the 2017 © César Revelations Dinner Photo by Stephane Cardinale – Corbis/Corbis via Getty Images.2. Lily-Rose Depp: muse of Karl Lagerfeld and Chanel since she was 16Whether she finds herself walking on the steps of the MET Gala or simply around the city, Lily-Rose Depp is always dressed in Chanel. So it’s only logical that she should call on the house to dress her for the prestigious “Révélations” dinner in 2017. Noticed for her role in Planetarium a year earlier, then nominated for a César in the ‘Best New Actress’ category with The Dancer the following year, the young actress, who was 18 at the time, saw her career take off.Since 2015, she has also been the face of Chanel. In the same way that he fell for the lolita charm of Vanessa Paradis in 1991, Karl Lagerfeld, artistic director of Chanel, was also starstruck by Lily-Rose, who resembled her mother perfectly. The latter shot her first Chanel campaign with Jean-Paul Goude, walked the catwalk for fashion shows and posed hand in hand with the illustrious designer during photoshoots, but also in real life. This specific photo seems to be her tribute to him, appearing all dressed up in a two-piece suit with a black and white tie. Chic and oh-so-French in this androgynous ensemble, Lily-Rose Depp is using that night celebrating her acting talents as a way to confirm her status as a fashion muse.Lily-Rose Depp at the 76th Venice Film Festival in 2019, on the red carpet of the film “The King” on September 2, 2019 © photo by Marilla Sicilia/Archivio Marilla Sicilia/Mondadori Portfolio via Getty Images.3. Lily-Rose Depp as an ultra-glamorous Chanel heroine at the 2019 Venice Film FestivalLike her parents, Lily-Rose Depp chose to become an actress at a very early age. At just 15, she made her mark on the big screen in Kevin Smith’s film Tusk (2014), starring alongside her father. From then on, she had a series of carefully chosen experiences, with a preference for French cinema, such as Planetarium (2016) directed by Rebecca Zlotowski, in which she co-starred with actress Natalie Portman.Another highlight of her career was walking the steps of the Venice Film Festival for the film The King in 2019. On the red carpet of this high-profile festival, she made a splash alongside Franco-American actor Timothée Chalamet, in her sumptuous, evanescent strapless gown by Chanel. Cut from dark purple chiffon, the light fabric would twirl with every step she took. This glamorous piece was enhanced by a delicate scarf wrapped around her neck, illuminating her hair pulled back in a bun to emphasise her doll-like face.Lily Rose Depp at the Met Gala “Camp: Notes on Fashion” on May 6, 2019 in New York Getty © Images, Photo by Karwai Tang.4. Lily-Rose Depp making a fashion statement dressed in a Chanel archive gown at the MET Gala in 2019Already targeted by the paparazzi when she was knee-high to a grasshopper, Lily-Rose Depp has always kept her public appearances limited. So when she steps onto a red carpet, the young actress thinks carefully about her outfit. The famous MET Gala evening was the event that helped her claim her status as a fashion icon, drawing the attention of the press and fans alike for her style. In sync with her generation, she knew how to choose pieces that would be a hit and, above all, that would perfectly fit her body.Ahead of what would later become a widespread trend – that is, wearing archive dresses from major fashion houses – Lily-Rose Depp decided to make her own one of the most iconic dresses designed by couturier Karl Lagerfeld for Chanel. Not only does this black ensemble adorned with large chains and gold camellias from the Spring/Summer 1992 couture collection suit her beautifully, it also fits in perfectly with the theme “Camp: Notes on Fashion” of the 2019 MET Gala. You only have to delve into the archives to understand the importance of this dress, first sported on a catwalk by supermodel Christy Turlington in 1992, and more importantly by Penélope Cruz in a now cult scene from Pedro Almodóvar’s 2009 film Broken Embraces…Screenshot from @i_dfrance account5. Lily-Rose Depp in a Kate Moss-inspired dressNothing scares Lily-Rose Depp. As the angelic face of Chanel since 2016, the actress dares to be extravagant by being photographed in the simplest of outfits. For the February 2023 issue of i-D Magazine, she paid tribute to a look sported by Kate Moss in the 1990s, immortalised in a now iconic photograph of the 19-year-old British supermodel. That shot portrayed Kate Moss in a simple iridescent sheer dress and black knickers, holding a cigarette in one hand and a beer in the other, while attending the Elite Model Agency party at the Hilton Hotel in London.Twenty years later, Lily-Rose Depp has been captured by the powerful black and white lens of French photographer Karim Sadli. With her frozen pout, in a simple sheer dress by New York label Martin Keehn and black knickers, the illusion was perfect. Very comfortable in front of the cameras, the actress flirts with the controversial heroin chic aesthetic in this photo series.That aesthetic, which gained momentum in the 2000s, was controversial since some saw in it a glorification of drugs and encouragement of the cult of thinness and eating disorders. Embodied by the supermodels of the time and very much on trend in the fashion world, this former heroin chic trend opened up a debate on the beauty ideals conveyed by the catwalks. Since then, it has given way to a better inclusion of all bodies in fashion, for the greater good.Lily-Rose Depp at the Chanel Cruise 2022-2023 show on November 4, 2022 in Miami Beach, Florida. © Getty Images, Photo by Alexander Tamargo/WireImage. 6. Lily-Rose Depp: a Chanel silhouette from California to Paris“American? Californian? Parisian? New Yorker? […] I’m never completely one or the other,” Lily-Rose Depp told Numéro in December 2022. With an American father and a French mother, Depp has forged her identity between the Californian, sunny beaches and the Parisian, chic streets. From her full lips, reminiscent of the greatest Hollywood stars, to her mad, natural charisma inherited from French icons, the actress uses her dual nationality as her major asset.The proof was in her appearance in November 2022 at the Chanel cruise fashion show, where she wore a sky-blue tweed ensemble composed of a mini-skirt and a crop-top. Waving her hair in the wind, she posed on a Californian beach, with the ocean and sky in the background. She had for only accessories a chain belt emblazoned with the two C’s, a tiny, black handbag and a pair of black and white pumps. Simple and effective, her outfit seemed to draw both on her mother’s elegant, effortless wardrobe, and on the pastel colour palette and short, summer cuts that are so characteristic of Los Angeles, where she grew up until her 16th birthday.Screenshot of an Instagram post from the @lilysredrose account.7. Lily-Rose Depp embraces the Y2K trendA few years ago, Lily-Rose Depp used to share her intimate, uncompromising confessions on her blog ‘Kalilyfornia’, post crop-top photos, but twerk on a TV set without a care in the world. Yet, her growing success has now given way to a complicated relationship between her and one of the leading social networks of her generation: Instagram. Some 7.5 million followers are looking at her photos, which are now more controlled than ever, but she never forgets to be natural, snapping a few intimate shots of her friends and family between two Chanel runway shows.Beyond the media hype, the paparazzi’s stolen pictures and the glossy campaigns, the actress is taking part in the fashion trends that are invading social media, such as the devastating Y2K aesthetic, reminiscent of the 2000s. This major trend in today’s fashion landscape has finally been brilliantly adopted by Lily-Rose Depp.Captured by American rapper 070 Shake, she appears in this photograph with her futuristic sunglasses hiding her eyes on and her signature heart-shaped mouth, wearing an ultra-tight outfit – a crop-top and skirt ensemble with a baroque print drawn from the Jean Paul Gaultier archives. These pieces from the Spring/Summer 1998 collection, inspired by the Mexican artist Frida Kahlo, emphasised the star’s slim figure as she looked more in tune with her image than ever.Screenshot of an Instagram post from the @lilyrose_depp account.8. Lily-Rose Depp as a pop star in the series The IdolOne thing is for sure, the scandalous series The Idol (2023) has already been widely discussed by the media, as it portrays the worst part of the entertainment industry. The American media Rolling Stone describes it as “cruel, violent and way worse than you’ve heard”. The HBO series was directed by Sam Levinson (Euphoria) and Canadian singer Abel Tesfaye, also known as The Weeknd, and boasted a five-star cast with a host of cutting-edge looks.As lead actress in The Idol, Lily-Rose Depp appeared on screen in ultra-light, erotic outfits. Indeed, a few weeks before the premiere of the first episodes, a picture of the French actress posted on her Instagram account went viral and quickly reached 1 million likes.The reason? The photo shows the star in a sultry, sheer, candy-pink bodysuit revealing her body, along with the enigmatic name ‘Jocelyn’. This sexy preview of the fashion pieces worn on set confirms the reckless, sensual attitude of the artist, who is not strip down.Lily-Rose Depp at the Cannes © Film Festival Virgile Guinard, courtesy of Chanel.9. Lily-Rose Depp in a Chanel little black dress and pumpsAlthough the Cannes Film Festival is famous for its grand red carpet, Lily-Rose Depp decided to keep things simple this year. For the photocall for her new series The Idol, she opted for a tweed, little black dress designed by Chanel, of course. At night, she stepped on the red carpet in a black sequin Chanel archive dress adorned with a camellia on the chest from the Fall/Winter 1994-1995 collection.Seemingly simple, this sophisticated look was a testament to the young actress’s cutting-edge style, as she coupled a tube dress with long, black chiffon gloves, tights and a pair of tiny heels – more often worn in the very elegant streets of the 16th arrondissement in Paris than for official events. A surprising choice of course, but one that reflects her taste for timeless, feminine fashion, which embodies the legacy of both her mother Vanessa Paradis and the prestigious fashion house located Rue Cambon.Lily-Rose Depp at the Chanel cruise 2024-2025 show in Marseille in May 2024. © Photo by Stephane Cardinale – Corbis/Corbis via Getty Images.10. A crop top and a mini skirt: Lily-Rose Depp’s fashion essentialsTrue to her status as the face of Chanel, Lily-Rose Depp rarely misses the company’s runway shows. For each event, she sports the latest creations from the ateliers Rue Cambon, and adapts them to her fresh, contemporary style. This includes the mini, and even micro skirts trend, which has been on for several seasons, as well as crop tops, brought back to life thanks to the return of Y2K fashion that the actress particularly likes.Last May, for instance, she walked the catwalk of the Chanel croisière 2024-2025 show in Marseille, wearing a black mini-skirt embroidered with pink and silver flowers and paired with a tiny black cardigan revealing her sculpted silhouette, in spite of the windy, grey sky threatening South-East France that day. A daring outfit that simply revamps the essentials of her everyday wardrobe in a couture version.Screenshot from @lilyrose_depp account.11. Lace and knee-high socks: Lily-Rose Depp’s sultry, sexy styleIt is in her more personal projects and social networks that Lily-Rose Depp fully expresses her interest for fashion and style. On her Instagram account, the actress collects shots of herself wearing her most recent looks – most of them are very sexy ones.A see-through dress, a little jumper worn with nothing but tights… or a grey cardigan – the ultimate trend of the Fall/Winter 2024-2025 – and lace knickers, paired with white knee-high socks and gold Chanel pumps that are a tad outdated.Striking the pose in her flat, Lily-Rose Depp asserts herself as a modern-day femme fatale, just like in the latest music video of her girlfriend 070 Shake. In a subdued bar, she strolls and dances sensually, sublimated by an ultra-tight iridescent pink dress, leaving the rapper (and viewers of the video) speechless.Lily-Rose Depp at the Governor Awards on November 17, 2024. © Chanel. 12. Vintage and glamorous, the essence of Lily-Rose Depp’s styleMid-November, the Governor Awards were an opportunity for Hollywood to show the best gala outfits off. Lily-Rose Depp didn’t stray from her style, appearing in an ultra-glamorous and elegant Chanel gown as usual.With its Empire cut and long train, the dress takes on late 19th-century accents and recalls the actress’s passion for vintage fashion, as she digs up archive pieces for every public appearance. An old-fashioned look, reminiscent of the time period in which Lily-Rose Depp’s upcoming film is set…Lily-Rose Depp at the premiere of Nosferatu on December 4, 2024 in London. © Chanel. Photo by Samir Hussein/WireImage. 13. Nosferatu introduces Lily-Rose Depp to method actingA year after the series The Idol and the numerous debates that came with its release, Lily-Rose Depp is making her comeback to the silver screen with Nosferatu, in cinemas on December 25th. The film is a good opportunity for the actress and model to try her hand at the famous trend of method dressing on red carpets, already mastered by Zendaya and Anya Taylor-Joy…The theme of the film? A horror story featuring a vampire-like aesthetic and a terrifying narrative that offers Lily-Rose Depp a host of gothic, vintage fashion possibilities, just like this grey satin Chanel look she wore earlier this month to the film’s premiere in London. With its ruffled petticoat, corset top, choir collar and large necklace adorned with many precious stones, it looked like a late 19th-century crinoline.For any questions/feedback regarding the above mentioned products/brands, please do contact us anytime by clicking here Source link

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Lily-Rose DeppWith her slender figure, prominent cheekbones and cute pout, Lily-Rose Depp has won over both Chanel – she has been the face of the house since she was 16 – and film directors, who are fighting over the young star. Sensual in the series The Idol, femme fatale in 070 Shake’s latest music video, gothic beauty for the premiere of Nosferatu, out in cinemas on December 25th, 2024, stepping on the Cannes’ red carpet with her timeless charm or wandering the street of Paris as the incarnation of the French woman, here are 13 looks that have shaped Lily-Rose Depp’s aesthetics.Lily-Rose Depp at the Chanel Spring/Summer 2016 show on October 6, 2015 in Paris © Getty Images, Photo by Dominique Charriau/WireImage.Lily-Rose Depp at the Chanel Spring/Summer 2016 show on October 6, 2015 in Paris © Getty Images, Photo by Dominique Charriau/WireImage.1. Her first Chanel fashion show: Lily-Rose Depp is following in the footsteps of Vanessa ParadisIn 2015, Lily-Rose Depp had barely turned sixteen and while most teenagers her age are forging their style in high school, her famous parents and growing success are naturally pushing her to the front rows of the most prestigious Parisian fashion shows, like Chanel, which invited her for its Spring/Summer 2016 collection.For this first event, which Lewis Hamilton and Marine Vacth, among others, attended, the future actress opted for a pair of skinny jeans at the cutting edge of fashion at the time, along with a multicoloured tube top and elegant matching red scarf that perfectly highlighted her graceful neck.An additional tousled bun, natural make-up and platform heels and there she goes – Lily-Rose Depp does not overdo or underdo it, while embracing the codes of her teenage years. Her entry into the big league was a resounding success and probably stemmed from the simple, ingenuous charm that made her mother Vanessa Paradis such an icon in the early 90s. The two shared the catwalk together.Lily Rose Depp at the 2017 © César Revelations Dinner Photo by Stephane Cardinale – Corbis/Corbis via Getty Images.2. Lily-Rose Depp: muse of Karl Lagerfeld and Chanel since she was 16Whether she finds herself walking on the steps of the MET Gala or simply around the city, Lily-Rose Depp is always dressed in Chanel. So it’s only logical that she should call on the house to dress her for the prestigious “Révélations” dinner in 2017. Noticed for her role in Planetarium a year earlier, then nominated for a César in the ‘Best New Actress’ category with The Dancer the following year, the young actress, who was 18 at the time, saw her career take off.Since 2015, she has also been the face of Chanel. In the same way that he fell for the lolita charm of Vanessa Paradis in 1991, Karl Lagerfeld, artistic director of Chanel, was also starstruck by Lily-Rose, who resembled her mother perfectly. The latter shot her first Chanel campaign with Jean-Paul Goude, walked the catwalk for fashion shows and posed hand in hand with the illustrious designer during photoshoots, but also in real life. This specific photo seems to be her tribute to him, appearing all dressed up in a two-piece suit with a black and white tie. Chic and oh-so-French in this androgynous ensemble, Lily-Rose Depp is using that night celebrating her acting talents as a way to confirm her status as a fashion muse.Lily-Rose Depp at the 76th Venice Film Festival in 2019, on the red carpet of the film “The King” on September 2, 2019 © photo by Marilla Sicilia/Archivio Marilla Sicilia/Mondadori Portfolio via Getty Images.3. Lily-Rose Depp as an ultra-glamorous Chanel heroine at the 2019 Venice Film FestivalLike her parents, Lily-Rose Depp chose to become an actress at a very early age. At just 15, she made her mark on the big screen in Kevin Smith’s film Tusk (2014), starring alongside her father. From then on, she had a series of carefully chosen experiences, with a preference for French cinema, such as Planetarium (2016) directed by Rebecca Zlotowski, in which she co-starred with actress Natalie Portman.Another highlight of her career was walking the steps of the Venice Film Festival for the film The King in 2019. On the red carpet of this high-profile festival, she made a splash alongside Franco-American actor Timothée Chalamet, in her sumptuous, evanescent strapless gown by Chanel. Cut from dark purple chiffon, the light fabric would twirl with every step she took. This glamorous piece was enhanced by a delicate scarf wrapped around her neck, illuminating her hair pulled back in a bun to emphasise her doll-like face.Lily Rose Depp at the Met Gala “Camp: Notes on Fashion” on May 6, 2019 in New York Getty © Images, Photo by Karwai Tang.4. Lily-Rose Depp making a fashion statement dressed in a Chanel archive gown at the MET Gala in 2019Already targeted by the paparazzi when she was knee-high to a grasshopper, Lily-Rose Depp has always kept her public appearances limited. So when she steps onto a red carpet, the young actress thinks carefully about her outfit. The famous MET Gala evening was the event that helped her claim her status as a fashion icon, drawing the attention of the press and fans alike for her style. In sync with her generation, she knew how to choose pieces that would be a hit and, above all, that would perfectly fit her body.Ahead of what would later become a widespread trend – that is, wearing archive dresses from major fashion houses – Lily-Rose Depp decided to make her own one of the most iconic dresses designed by couturier Karl Lagerfeld for Chanel. Not only does this black ensemble adorned with large chains and gold camellias from the Spring/Summer 1992 couture collection suit her beautifully, it also fits in perfectly with the theme “Camp: Notes on Fashion” of the 2019 MET Gala. You only have to delve into the archives to understand the importance of this dress, first sported on a catwalk by supermodel Christy Turlington in 1992, and more importantly by Penélope Cruz in a now cult scene from Pedro Almodóvar’s 2009 film Broken Embraces…Screenshot from @i_dfrance account5. Lily-Rose Depp in a Kate Moss-inspired dressNothing scares Lily-Rose Depp. As the angelic face of Chanel since 2016, the actress dares to be extravagant by being photographed in the simplest of outfits. For the February 2023 issue of i-D Magazine, she paid tribute to a look sported by Kate Moss in the 1990s, immortalised in a now iconic photograph of the 19-year-old British supermodel. That shot portrayed Kate Moss in a simple iridescent sheer dress and black knickers, holding a cigarette in one hand and a beer in the other, while attending the Elite Model Agency party at the Hilton Hotel in London.Twenty years later, Lily-Rose Depp has been captured by the powerful black and white lens of French photographer Karim Sadli. With her frozen pout, in a simple sheer dress by New York label Martin Keehn and black knickers, the illusion was perfect. Very comfortable in front of the cameras, the actress flirts with the controversial heroin chic aesthetic in this photo series.That aesthetic, which gained momentum in the 2000s, was controversial since some saw in it a glorification of drugs and encouragement of the cult of thinness and eating disorders. Embodied by the supermodels of the time and very much on trend in the fashion world, this former heroin chic trend opened up a debate on the beauty ideals conveyed by the catwalks. Since then, it has given way to a better inclusion of all bodies in fashion, for the greater good.Lily-Rose Depp at the Chanel Cruise 2022-2023 show on November 4, 2022 in Miami Beach, Florida. © Getty Images, Photo by Alexander Tamargo/WireImage. 6. Lily-Rose Depp: a Chanel silhouette from California to Paris“American? Californian? Parisian? New Yorker? […] I’m never completely one or the other,” Lily-Rose Depp told Numéro in December 2022. With an American father and a French mother, Depp has forged her identity between the Californian, sunny beaches and the Parisian, chic streets. From her full lips, reminiscent of the greatest Hollywood stars, to her mad, natural charisma inherited from French icons, the actress uses her dual nationality as her major asset.The proof was in her appearance in November 2022 at the Chanel cruise fashion show, where she wore a sky-blue tweed ensemble composed of a mini-skirt and a crop-top. Waving her hair in the wind, she posed on a Californian beach, with the ocean and sky in the background. She had for only accessories a chain belt emblazoned with the two C’s, a tiny, black handbag and a pair of black and white pumps. Simple and effective, her outfit seemed to draw both on her mother’s elegant, effortless wardrobe, and on the pastel colour palette and short, summer cuts that are so characteristic of Los Angeles, where she grew up until her 16th birthday.Screenshot of an Instagram post from the @lilysredrose account.7. Lily-Rose Depp embraces the Y2K trendA few years ago, Lily-Rose Depp used to share her intimate, uncompromising confessions on her blog ‘Kalilyfornia’, post crop-top photos, but twerk on a TV set without a care in the world. Yet, her growing success has now given way to a complicated relationship between her and one of the leading social networks of her generation: Instagram. Some 7.5 million followers are looking at her photos, which are now more controlled than ever, but she never forgets to be natural, snapping a few intimate shots of her friends and family between two Chanel runway shows.Beyond the media hype, the paparazzi’s stolen pictures and the glossy campaigns, the actress is taking part in the fashion trends that are invading social media, such as the devastating Y2K aesthetic, reminiscent of the 2000s. This major trend in today’s fashion landscape has finally been brilliantly adopted by Lily-Rose Depp.Captured by American rapper 070 Shake, she appears in this photograph with her futuristic sunglasses hiding her eyes on and her signature heart-shaped mouth, wearing an ultra-tight outfit – a crop-top and skirt ensemble with a baroque print drawn from the Jean Paul Gaultier archives. These pieces from the Spring/Summer 1998 collection, inspired by the Mexican artist Frida Kahlo, emphasised the star’s slim figure as she looked more in tune with her image than ever.Screenshot of an Instagram post from the @lilyrose_depp account.8. Lily-Rose Depp as a pop star in the series The IdolOne thing is for sure, the scandalous series The Idol (2023) has already been widely discussed by the media, as it portrays the worst part of the entertainment industry. The American media Rolling Stone describes it as “cruel, violent and way worse than you’ve heard”. The HBO series was directed by Sam Levinson (Euphoria) and Canadian singer Abel Tesfaye, also known as The Weeknd, and boasted a five-star cast with a host of cutting-edge looks.As lead actress in The Idol, Lily-Rose Depp appeared on screen in ultra-light, erotic outfits. Indeed, a few weeks before the premiere of the first episodes, a picture of the French actress posted on her Instagram account went viral and quickly reached 1 million likes.The reason? The photo shows the star in a sultry, sheer, candy-pink bodysuit revealing her body, along with the enigmatic name ‘Jocelyn’. This sexy preview of the fashion pieces worn on set confirms the reckless, sensual attitude of the artist, who is not strip down.Lily-Rose Depp at the Cannes © Film Festival Virgile Guinard, courtesy of Chanel.9. Lily-Rose Depp in a Chanel little black dress and pumpsAlthough the Cannes Film Festival is famous for its grand red carpet, Lily-Rose Depp decided to keep things simple this year. For the photocall for her new series The Idol, she opted for a tweed, little black dress designed by Chanel, of course. At night, she stepped on the red carpet in a black sequin Chanel archive dress adorned with a camellia on the chest from the Fall/Winter 1994-1995 collection.Seemingly simple, this sophisticated look was a testament to the young actress’s cutting-edge style, as she coupled a tube dress with long, black chiffon gloves, tights and a pair of tiny heels – more often worn in the very elegant streets of the 16th arrondissement in Paris than for official events. A surprising choice of course, but one that reflects her taste for timeless, feminine fashion, which embodies the legacy of both her mother Vanessa Paradis and the prestigious fashion house located Rue Cambon.Lily-Rose Depp at the Chanel cruise 2024-2025 show in Marseille in May 2024. © Photo by Stephane Cardinale – Corbis/Corbis via Getty Images.10. A crop top and a mini skirt: Lily-Rose Depp’s fashion essentialsTrue to her status as the face of Chanel, Lily-Rose Depp rarely misses the company’s runway shows. For each event, she sports the latest creations from the ateliers Rue Cambon, and adapts them to her fresh, contemporary style. This includes the mini, and even micro skirts trend, which has been on for several seasons, as well as crop tops, brought back to life thanks to the return of Y2K fashion that the actress particularly likes.Last May, for instance, she walked the catwalk of the Chanel croisière 2024-2025 show in Marseille, wearing a black mini-skirt embroidered with pink and silver flowers and paired with a tiny black cardigan revealing her sculpted silhouette, in spite of the windy, grey sky threatening South-East France that day. A daring outfit that simply revamps the essentials of her everyday wardrobe in a couture version.Screenshot from @lilyrose_depp account.11. Lace and knee-high socks: Lily-Rose Depp’s sultry, sexy styleIt is in her more personal projects and social networks that Lily-Rose Depp fully expresses her interest for fashion and style. On her Instagram account, the actress collects shots of herself wearing her most recent looks – most of them are very sexy ones.A see-through dress, a little jumper worn with nothing but tights… or a grey cardigan – the ultimate trend of the Fall/Winter 2024-2025 – and lace knickers, paired with white knee-high socks and gold Chanel pumps that are a tad outdated.Striking the pose in her flat, Lily-Rose Depp asserts herself as a modern-day femme fatale, just like in the latest music video of her girlfriend 070 Shake. In a subdued bar, she strolls and dances sensually, sublimated by an ultra-tight iridescent pink dress, leaving the rapper (and viewers of the video) speechless.Lily-Rose Depp at the Governor Awards on November 17, 2024. © Chanel. 12. Vintage and glamorous, the essence of Lily-Rose Depp’s styleMid-November, the Governor Awards were an opportunity for Hollywood to show the best gala outfits off. Lily-Rose Depp didn’t stray from her style, appearing in an ultra-glamorous and elegant Chanel gown as usual.With its Empire cut and long train, the dress takes on late 19th-century accents and recalls the actress’s passion for vintage fashion, as she digs up archive pieces for every public appearance. An old-fashioned look, reminiscent of the time period in which Lily-Rose Depp’s upcoming film is set…Lily-Rose Depp at the premiere of Nosferatu on December 4, 2024 in London. © Chanel. Photo by Samir Hussein/WireImage. 13. Nosferatu introduces Lily-Rose Depp to method actingA year after the series The Idol and the numerous debates that came with its release, Lily-Rose Depp is making her comeback to the silver screen with Nosferatu, in cinemas on December 25th. The film is a good opportunity for the actress and model to try her hand at the famous trend of method dressing on red carpets, already mastered by Zendaya and Anya Taylor-Joy…The theme of the film? A horror story featuring a vampire-like aesthetic and a terrifying narrative that offers Lily-Rose Depp a host of gothic, vintage fashion possibilities, just like this grey satin Chanel look she wore earlier this month to the film’s premiere in London. With its ruffled petticoat, corset top, choir collar and large necklace adorned with many precious stones, it looked like a late 19th-century crinoline.For any questions/feedback regarding the above mentioned products/brands, please do contact us anytime by clicking here Source link