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[wearlikewow]

How to Style Cocktail Dresses for Wedding: 21 Best Plus-Size Women Cocktail Dresses for Wedding Guest

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[lynati]

(Oh, the author of this is having FUN!)

"Vance's speech, on the other hand, wasn't just underwhelming but a little uncanny. Despite using room dividers to shrink the space, the campaign could not hide that the crowd felt like a medium-sized wedding, albeit a pathetic one where no one cares for the couple. Vance, perhaps recognizing charisma isn't his strong suit, spoke briefly before bringing up a series of local citizens ready to blame Mexicans for their familial tragedies of drug addiction. He spoke for a couple more minutes, before taking the reporters' questions about cat ladies. 

"Even in his short speech, it seemed Vance — like the Trump campaign overall — is still struggling to accept that they are running against Harris and not President Joe Biden. It felt like the speechwriter had typed Ctrl-F "Biden" and replaced every instance with "Harris," whether it made sense or not. Vance accused Harris of hiding from the press with a "basement campaign." Never mind that Harris is now the young and spry candidate who can keep up with an aggressive schedule, while Trump is the tired old man who can barely campaign between naps. 

"One upside to the Vance event: There was no line to use the ladies' room. Sure, there were women in attendance, but the gender ratio felt like the guest list on Joe Rogan's podcast.

"There was one kind of diversity in this small but weirdly intense crowd. Every type of white man that gets a hasty "swipe left" on his dating profile was in attendance: 'Roided out dudes with bad tribal tattoos. Older men radiating "bitter divorce" energy. Men with enormous beards that have never known the touch of a trimmer. Skinny fascists wearing expensive suits, despite the oppressive heat. Glowering loners staring at the two women under 40 like cats watching birds out a window. 

"There's a lot of chatter in MAGA circles about how the enthusiasm for Harris is "manufactured," as if all the people bringing down the house on an early Tuesday evening in Philadelphia are phantoms instead of real people. 

"But boy, I was there, and they are very real. More than that, the contrast with the Vance event underscored the Democratic messaging about "normal vs. weird."

"The people who flooded the Temple stadium looked like any cross-section of America on any given night. There was old, young and all in-between. There were tattooed hipsters and soccer moms. There were people of every race, dressed in every which way. It could have been a crowd of people chosen at random from the streets of Philadelphia, or any city in America, really. They were brought together by the chant quickly becoming the Harris campaign slogan: "Not going back."

(The full article is longer than this, and you should give the whole thing a read.)

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

A Night Forgotten

Part Two

A quick write 😌

Think, think, think, she told herself.

Why would she have had sex with Erik Stevens, and why would he be sniffing her panties in his sleep?

As she tried to recreate yesterday, she ticked off the things she did remember:

One - She'd attended her best friend’s wedding, dateless and dressed in costume as a blossoming fuchsia peony (which was probably correlated somehow, she just couldn't think that hard about it at the moment to follow that logic chain).

Two - She'd run into her ex-boyfriend, who'd been invited as a guest by the groom to the wedding and who had been behaving as his usual self towards her, cutting jibes her way all night.

Three - She'd consumed a few shots of tequila to help deal with her annoying ex’s incessant harassment.

Four - Erik had swooped down out of nowhere to come to her rescue, pretending to be her date for the event. He'd shared her drink with her and then whisked her off to the dance floor to help her get away from her ex, and then...then...

No way.

Grasping at the big blank spot in her memory, she wasn't sure whether to scream or cry at the irony: she'd had her first one-off of the year, and it had been with one of the most eligible bachelors in LA, a man most women would give up their inheritances to kiss, a man she worked with on a daily basis, a man who had been a nuisance, of a sorts, until last night, a man she'd secretly crushed on. AND SHE COULD NOT REMEMBER HAVING SEX WITH HIM!

With a sob that was half bitter laugh, half despair, she dashed to her feet, ignoring the way her stomach heaved at the sudden motion, and headed for the open doorway that clearly led into a bathroom. Once there, she shut the door and locked it, and then slumped down the wall and buried her face in her hands.

How could this have happened? What in Hades had made both her and Erik think it was a good idea for them to have sex? And why couldn't she recall any of the details? Had she really consumed that much alcohol? Had he? Had they been caught up in the romance of the occasion, or had there been a rational discussion on mutual feelings and desires for each other in advance? Had he been the one to suggest they move things to a more private location, or had it been her? Under what conditions would that conversation have even taken place? Had anyone seen them leaving the party together? Would there be talk about her and Erik linking up for the night?

Where were they anyway, and for fuck’s sake, why did the room keep moving up and down? She was definitely going to vomit, wasn't she? She hated that nauseating feeling!

Good God, what should she do now? Should she sneak out and head home as fast as her feet could carry her, or should she go out there and confront him about what they'd done? Should she demand answers about his memories and motives, or pretend last night hadn't meant anything significant to her to save what was left of her pride?

Her head pounded hard in her temples, nearly making her cry.

"Fuck, Emoni, you're loud enough to wake the dead. Calm down…”

Stiffening, she stopped breathing and listened. Erik was right outside the door and he definitely sounded grouchy and hung-over.

Wait, had she been talking to herself? She'd been known to do so in the past, sure, but this time, she'd thought…

No, she was definitely talking to herself.

Great.

"We'll work through this," he told her, seemingly unaffected by the gravity of the situation or of her confusion over her embarrassment of being caught in the act, "Just chill-ax, girl. Breathe. Nothing to get all worked up over.”

Of all the condescending…Chill-ax?! Who in their right mind said that at their big age?!

And what about this situation, exactly, invited a person to breathe easy and be cool, anyway? They'd woken up in bed together! They'd apparently fucked their brains out last night…after he'd shaved her pussy and pierced her bellybutton with a diamond the size of Sardinia! She wasn't walking right for a week, and he'd have to slap a plaster on that throat of his to hide the battle scars. Wasn't that the least bit upsetting to him? How could he sound so composed?

"Are you coming out any time soon?" he asked. "I have to piss.”

"No…now go away," she growled, irritated that he seemed completely at ease with having had sex with her. Why wasn't he more affected by it? Was it such a normal thing for him to wake up with a strange woman in his bed in the morning that it simply didn't faze him anymore?

She definitely must have said that bit out loud AGAIN because he replied, "You're not a strange woman! I've known you for over ten years, “He pounded on the door with his fist. "Now open up or I'll have no choice but to piss all over this pretty dress."

His threat really didn't hold the kind of weight he'd probably intended, as Emoni considered it more an offer rather than a warning. Sadly, a neon yellow stain wouldn't, in fact, help her dress look any better. It was simply too ugly a thing to be salvaged, even by urine. She'd be glad to be rid of it as soon as she got back to her apartment today.

"Just make sure you aim and hit the magenta part square on," she advised him, “Shampooing pee out of a carpet can be a nasty task."

“C’mon, Emoni. I’m serious, I gotta go. Cut this shit out. It’s childish…”

Enoni sighed and a beat later, she opened the door without another warning.

He was naked of course, and despite his sleep-tousled locs and slightly hung-over expression, Erik Stevens was still his same old handsome self. And wow, he was really, really fit, too. Only a blind person wouldn’t be able to tell he kept himself in shape, sure, but to see it in person in front of her like this and without the disguise of a suit, it made the moment all too real for her. That muscular frame was deliciously and so was that—

Big. All over.

As the blood in her body rushed to her head, making her headache worse, Emoni quickly turned away. Her skin felt as if there was a four-alarm blaze happening in her capillaries, and her stomach flipped, which made her slightly queasy.

"Don’t you have other bathrooms in this house? This one is occupied,” she requested, put out with his audacity, but he merely moved into the room towards the toilet and lifted the lid. "You're not serious!" she gasped.

He didn’t give a fuck!

She hit the bedroom and had the bathroom door shut behind her right as he began peeing. His tired laughter followed her out.

Smug bastard.

[regency-monster-love]

Monstertober day 19: wings

Male gargoyle x female human | Regency era | SFW, wedding, kissing

The first time she thought her husband might actually be rather handsome was when she walked into the church to marry him.

The marriage had been arranged by her parents, and despite not loving or even being attracted to the gargoyle she was to marry, she was not distressed by the match. He seemed like a kind, thoughtful male who would take good care of her, which was more than most women could say about their husbands, and she was eager to be out of her parents’ house and have children and a house of her own to oversee. Her fiancé's physical appearance was not appealing to her, but neither was it repulsive, and she was quite plain herself, so what did that signify?

So when she saw the gargoyle waiting for her at the front of the church, her breath caught in her throat at how impressive he looked—all thanks to his wings.

Before this, she'd only ever seen his wings tightly tucked against his back, forming uninteresting lumps of gray flesh. But now, he stood with them extended out from him, not to their full span, but enough to highlight their elegant power as they arched up behind his head and to his sides. Sunlight shone through their skin from the stained glass windows behind him, making them appear to glow with light in shades of scarlet and ochre and violet.

Most remarkable of all, his wings were adorned in gold. From each joint on his wings there extended a small curved horn or claw, and each of these had a gold band fitted around it. From these bands were strung dozens of gold chains, criss-crossing the glowing membranes of his wings and sparkling in the sunlight as well. 

The complete effect—the wings’ shape and size, their glowing colors, and the glittering gold—was stunning.

As she neared him, she tore her eyes from his impressive wings to look at his face. He was smiling faintly at her, and his eyes regarded her with a tenderness she had never before seen in them. Such an expression softened the sharp lines of his stony gray features, and if he didn't look handsome, he at least looked like something very near to it. She smiled softly back at him.

The wedding ceremony was unremarkable, just like every other wedding she’d attended—except that the groom kept yawning beside her. It began to grow amusing when the officiating clergyman noticed and directed a sour glance of disapproval at the gargoyle. The bride pursed her lips and made a small sound as she tried not to laugh, which made the groom shoot her an embarrassed but smiling glance.

As soon as the ceremony was over and they were free to speak to one another, he explained. “My apologies for yawning. I’m not used to being up at this hour.”

“It’s quite all right. It’s unfair that the law doesn’t make exceptions to the wedding hours for races that are nocturnal, like yours.”

They came out of the church just then, walking directly into the morning sunshine, and her new husband squinted and threw up a great clawed hand to shield his silver eyes. “If it was cloudy today, being awake in the daytime would be easier to bear.”

“But your wings look very attractive in the sunlight.” He turned to her with his eyebrows raised, surprised at the compliment, and his wings, which he still held somewhat out from his body, twitched out slightly wider. “I’ve never seen them…adorned, before.”

“It’s unusual for males of your race, I know, to wear such finery. Even your females. But it’s customary for gargoyles of both sexes to adorn their wings with gold when they’re mated—married. These”—he flexed his wings, sending the gold chains upon them shaking with a tinkling sound—“were worn by my father at his mating ceremony.”

“They’re beautiful.”

He inclined his head toward her in thanks. “It’s thought we gargoyles are related to dragons, you know; perhaps that’s why we both like gold.” The wedding guests around them were throwing rice and shouting out words of congratulations, but he ignored them to keep his eyes fixed on her. “There’s something else that is customary for gargoyles on this occasion: sharing our first flight together as a mated—married—pair.”

Her heart began to pound. “But I’m no gargoyle; I can’t fly.”

“I’ll hold you, if you permit it.” He held open his massive arms for her. “You’ll be safe with me.”

She looked at his monstrous but earnest face and knew that was true. He would take care of her in this and in everything. She stepped into his arms. “I trust you, husband.”

His arms tightened around her, pulling her chest flush against his belly, and without warning they shot straight up into the air. All the human wedding guests left behind on the ground shrieked, but the bride kept her mouth clamped shut, even though her stomach was lurching at the sudden movement and dizzying height they had already ascended to.

But this was only a physical reaction—she was not afraid. Even looking over her shoulder at the ground far below, she felt no fear, and her stomach quickly grew accustomed to the sensation of flying and calmed. She was safe in her husband's arms, just as he had promised, and even wrapped up tightly, she felt free and light as she soared through the sky with him. The wind and gusts from the pumping of her gargoyle’s powerful wings whipped her red curls free of her bonnet to fly about her smiling face. 

He lifted her higher in his arms, bringing their heads to the same level where she could see more of him than just his chest, and she gasped at the sight of his wings again. They were glowing with the sunlight behind them again, the gold chains glittering and chiming as they swayed against his skin with each flap.

She extended a hand over his shoulder to touch the edge of one wing, close to where it sprouted from his back. He started and sucked in air through his teeth, and she jerked her hand back. “I’m sorry!”

He shook his head. “It’s all right. It feels good, it’s just…sensitive.”

“I should have asked,” she said apologetically.

His voice lowered. “You may always touch me anywhere you like, wife.”

Her stomach fluttered and twisted, and she stretched her arms up from his chest to hook around his thick neck.

“May I kiss you?” he asked her in that same low, rumbling voice.

“Is that part of the newlywed gargoyles flying custom?”

“Not really. But you're my wife, and you're beautiful, and I want to.”

“Oh.” No one had ever called her beautiful before, not even her mother. She swallowed, her heart racing even faster than when he asked her to fly. “Then, yes, you may.”

She expected his lips to be cold and hard, probably because they were gray like the rest of his skin, but when they came to rest against hers, she found they were warm and soft and quite pleasing to feel. The fluttery feeling in her stomach spread up into her chest, a happiness as light and bright as butterfly wings, and she smiled against her husband's mouth before pressing hers more firmly to his.

She didn't know how long they went on kissing as they drifted through the air together, but the next thing she knew, the wind was dropping away and her feet were easing against solid ground. She opened her eyes to see her gargoyle giving one last flap of his beautiful wings before folding them in as she and he settled against the ground together.

He smiled down at her. “I brought us to our wedding breakfast. Everyone is inside waiting for us.”

“Oh yes! We’d better get inside.” She tried to smooth out her dress and tuck her curls back into their proper places, but had little success. Oh well. The pleasure of flying with her gargoyle husband had been well worth the mess she’d made of herself.

As the newlyweds walked through the door together, the gargoyle’s mouth opened in his most immense yawn of the morning yet. He covered it with his clawed hand, looking embarrassed, but she laughed. “And then we better get you home to bed.”

~ 😈🎩 ~

I wanted to make gargoyles part of Regency England, but in a way without any magic, so these gargoyles don't transform into stone during the day, they simply stay inside and sleep during the day and wake up at night, like any other nocturnal creature.

I’ll be posting more Regency monster ficlets and snippets like this with the tag “my writing.”

[joelswritingmistress]

You Scare Me, Professor: Chapter 42

Summary: The reader is taking graduate classes at a local university in the wooded upstate New York. She is drawn to her professor, Dr. Joel Miller, though she is also inherently aware that he has something dark about him that she can't quite put her finger on. As the reader's attraction grows deeper, she has to decide whether to endure the danger or run away as fast as possible.

Pairing: Professor Joel Miller x f!reader

The rehearsal dinner. I was an enchanted guest watching the dry run of the wedding unfold. Will stood proudly beside the Justice of Peace and his handful of groomsmen, Dr. Miller included, stood by as a woman rattled off a set of simple instructions.

I sat in the back row of the chairs that were set up to the left and right of a makeshift aisle. The hum of talkative laughter was buzzing behind me from Carol and her girlfriends. Even in their late forties and fifties, the women were happily carrying about the way teen lace girls would. Friendships like that were a rare delicacy; a blessing.

And then the men began their walk around the chairs to the back to meet up with the women. My eyes stalked Dr. Miller, awaiting for his gaze to fall upon me; but I soon recognized his eyes had landed on someone else.

I glanced over my shoulder as an older woman with glasses and the cutest little bob of a haircut made her way toward him. She almost appeared to be half his size, though she was probably just a few inches shorter than me.

Dr. Miller smiled warmly and opened up his arms, nearly scooping the woman up as he placed a kiss firmly on her cheek. And then their hands remained locked as they broke the embrace before she tapped the side of his face gently.

After a short conversation, Dr. Miller extended his arm in my direction and pointed. I froze.

His mother. I swallowed hard and waved before he motioned for me to join them.

I let out a deep breath and made my way down the empty row. I crossed over to where the two of them stood and Dr. Miller welcomed me with a hand against my back.

“(Y/N), this is my mother,” he smiled wide, face beaming, as he looked back and forth between the two of us.

“Francesca Miller,” the woman introduced herself, “But friends and family call me Franky.”

I smiled and didn't know whether to go in for a hug or a handshake, though as I began to introduce myself back, she pulled me in for a hug.

“It's nice to meet you, Mrs. Miller,” I said.

“It's very nice to meet you,” she said back with a nod, toying with her pearls. “And, please, call me Franky.”

I smiled again and nodded. Dr. Miller’s mother had an elegant, confident exterior; though I could tell she was witty and down to earth just the same.

“Where's your father? He beat me down the elevator.”

Dr. Miller looked around. “He probably took a pit stop at the bar.”

“The jackass,” Franky muttered, making us both laugh. She glanced around for a moment and then summoned Carol, who also claimed she hadn't seen him downstairs yet.

“Your mom is..” I smiled wide, searching for one of the many adjectives that were swirling in my head.

“A bit crazy,” Dr. Miller teased.

“Hilarious,” I corrected, “Adorable.. feisty.”

He chuckled and nodded. “That she is. Dad’s in trouble if he helped himself to a drink.”

“Oh here he is,” Carol’s calm voice made me glance in their direction and I watched as Franky marched up to her husband.

“Chas! Where have you been?” She raised her arms high in the air.

“Nobody was here yet when I came down,” he claimed, running a hand through his salt-and-pepper hair.

“And..”

“And what?” He put his hands out to the sides and I heard Dr. Miller chuckle beside me. Carol then turned toward us, shared a smile with her brother and rolled her eyes.

“Where'd ya go?” She was half his size, but it was apparent she wore the pants in that relationship.

“The bar.” He motioned toward the short hallway he had just rounded out from and Franky threw her hands in the air, speaking in another language in exasperation as she walked away. I was almost certain she was cursing but she winked at Carol and gave a smile when her back was to her husband.

“Dad!” Dr. Miller shouted and waved his father toward us.

The closer he got, the more I could see he was built like a linebacker. For a man I guessed who had to be pushing seventy, simply based on the ages of his children, he looked like he could give Hulk Hogan a run for his money.

“Dad, this is (Y/N).”

“Chas Miller.” He reached out and gave me a gentle handshake, placing his top hand over mine. His bushy mustache smiled as wide as he did.

“It's nice to meet you,” I said to him.

“Pleasure's all mine.” He nodded toward us. “Joel says you met at the university.”

I cleared my throat and nodded. “Yes. A couple of months back.”

“Well, he speaks very highly of you.” Chas gave a nod. In my mind it felt like a nod of approval.

“Chas!” Franky shouted for him before I could respond and he sighed and placed a meaty hand on Joel’s shoulder. “That's my cue.” He looked to me, “Happy wife, happy life.”

“That's right.” I laughed.

“We’ll catch up some more,” Chas vowed. He winked and I could clearly see Dr. Miller’s features when he did that.

When I turned back to Dr. Miller, he was shaking his head with a smirk. “That's my parents.”

“They're adorable.”

He nodded in agreement. “They are. They're good people.”

“They must be happy for Carol.”

Dr. Miller nodded again and pulled me in for a quick kiss. “I'm going to be walking down the aisle with Annie.”

I chuckled. “Well Annie happens to think you're a hunk, so..” I tightened his tie and looked at him with a grin.

“A hunk?” Dr. Miller began to laugh.

“That's the word she used.” I flattened his tie with my hand and looked up at him. “They're good people, too. You all are.”

“Well, you fit right in then.” He kissed my forehead and then my nose.

“I love you so much,” I said to him.

“I love you, too.” He tipped up by chin with his first two fingers and we shared one more kiss. “I think we're going to get started with the walk through.

“Okay. Enjoy.” I took my seat back down as he went to join the wedding party. From afar I soaked it all in - the laughter, the smiles, the banter. It was the exact vibe that should go hand-in-hand with a wedding.

The woman in charge of the procession began the walk-through. I snickered to myself when Joel and Annie strolled arm-in-arm down the aisle together.

Joel. That was one of the only times I thought of him as Joel in my mind, and not Dr. Miller. I had to start referring to him in that way - outside of the bedroom, anyway.

“Can I keep him?” Annie asked in her bold, British accent as they parted ways by the altar.

I laughed to myself and Dr. Miller blew her a kiss that she pretended to catch. As crazy about him as I was, I didn't feel any jealousy about any of it. It was playful and fun. I was happy to be a part of it all.

The others walked down in the same fashion before Carol linked her arm through her father’s as they made their way last.

Despite his macho appearance, I could see tears in Chas’s eyes. They didn't fall, but I was sure the following day at the actual ceremony they would. He appeared to be one of those teddy bear types in the body of an NFL player. It almost made me tear up.

What a beautiful family, I thought. I couldn't help but wonder if maybe one day I would be a part of it. Maybe I would be the one walking down the aisle as Joel waited for me.

I indulged in the fantasy of it all for a moment and continued to soak it all in. At the conclusion of it all, he made his way through the crowd and linked his hand with mine.

“Now’s the fun part,” Dr. Miller said.

“What's that?” I asked him.

“We get to eat.”

“Mmm.” I smacked my lips and he leaned in to kiss my temple.

The night continued on with the same warmth. I didn't want it to end. Chas and Franky grew even more comical after a couple of drinks, sharing funny or embarrassing stories back and forth.

Digging into the Miller family’s memories alongside them was precious - and entertaining. More than once Dr. Miller glanced down with a sheepish grin or placed a hand over his eyes when one of his family members revisited an old memory.

“When he was a teenager he drank our leftover beers from a Fourth of July picnic and filled the bottles with water,” Franky claimed, motioning to her son.”So we wouldn't know he drank them.”

“And then one hot summer day I'm mowing the lawn and go to drink one,” Chas adds, “And I'm like what the hell is this?”

“I remember that,” Carol said, laughing.

“He put them back in the case,” Franky went on. “Filled with water.”

“Evil genius,” Dr. Miller said about himself.

“Yeah a genius alright,” Carol teased. “You got caught within a week.”

Franky shook her head, looking outward in a sort of daydream. “Those days were funny.”

“See what you two are getting into?” Chas asked, motioning to Will and then to me. Again, I was happy to be included.

“I'm very lucky,” Will said to his future father-in-law.

“Me, too,” I added.

“Oh, can we just toast, already.” Carol raised her glass of wine.

“What are we toasting to?” Dr. Miller asked, raising the Old Fashioned he was sipping on. I mirrored them, as did his parents and Will.

Carol looked at Will for an extra second and then back to the rest of us. “To family.”

“I like that one,” Chas said with a nod.

Dr. Miller clanked his glass around with everyone's, leaving mine for last. He gave a little smirk. “To family.”

I nodded back. “Family.”

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[malum-forev]

Bingo - “you deserve better”

the reader has a boyfriend but he treats her poorly and Bucky notices, something like that i can’t wait to read it

Hiii I decided to incorporate this ask into my other work! Hope you like it!

One single droplet of sweat traveled from the back of your neck down your back. Had church always been this hot? Maybe it’s the incense? Yes- that’s the reason. Who are you trying to convince? Your brain shot back. The aisle was covered in a rainbow reflection coming from the stain glass windows.

Suddenly, there was a knot the size of an apple in your throat as you heard the organ start to play. The large wooden doors opened, the guests stood up and there he was. Hair slicked back into a bun, his black suit pressed to perfection and a nervous hue of pink adorning his cheeks. 

Bucky licked his lips and took the first step, his eyes were on you and only you. He saw your chest rise and fall quickly, not able to stop the smile forming on his face. The mask you put on for the world crumbled at the sight of him and he couldn’t be happier. Your icy and rough exterior was chipped away with each step he took closer to you. 

All too quickly, Bucky was at the end of the aisle. You were even more beautiful up close. He thought. Your hair was pinned up perfectly, your makeup enhanced your already stunning features and your dress, God how he wished he could sneak you into the back room and do impure things to that body of yours. It would be effective- he thought- commit a sin then come out and conveniently repent only a few steps away.

It was only when he heard Richard clear his throat that Bucky realized he’d been holding up the ceremony. To his right, Rebecca squeezed his arm and looked at him with wide eyes. Bucky quickly nodded and cleared his throat, finding it hard to rip his gaze away from you. Bucky let go of his sister’s hand and lifted the white lace veil covering her face. He kissed both of her cheeks and then turned to her future husband. 

Bucky brought his right hand up to the back of Richard’s neck, making sure his signet ring pressed against the bones. 

“Ricorda, il mio sangue viene prima. Benvenuto in famiglia.” Bucky repeated the same words he’d heard your father say a million times. 

Richard’s face drained of color as he nodded furiously. 

Bucky glanced one last time to you, taking in your light pink dress as you stood next to his sister at the altar. 

Children ran around your family villa’s garden, laughter and clinking glasses were everywhere. The sound of the nation’s top singer filled the large space. Lucky for Rebecca, he happened to be your father’s godson so when your father had “suggested” he come to her wedding, the singer dropped out of his tour and traveled to upstate New York. 

You twirled your champagne flute between your fingers, watching as the bubbles appeared at the top. 

“Did your father ever tell you not to play with your drink?” Bucky’s cheeky voice appeared next to you but you kept your eyes on your drink. “Are you going to finish that? Some of us actually want to forget their sister just got married.”

“Do you ever think of your wedding?” You met his blue eyes. 

“My wedding?” Bucky wasn’t one to laugh too often but this time he couldn’t help the bubbling sound coming deep from his chest. “I once remember you telling me I was too repulsive to look at. Creating feelings of nausea on women all around the world.”

“That was before I saw what you looked like in a suit.” Your smirk was challenging. 

Bucky threw his head back with a smile. “I wear a suit every day.”

“Not a wedding suit you don’t.” You picked a piece of lint from his shoulder but quickly backtracked, looking around to see if anyone had spotted you. 

Bucky saw in her eyes the look of something he’d seen many times but never from you. He’d even taken advantage of that kind of look many times before, especially in situations like the one you found yourselves in. 

Let me offer you a piece of advice James. Your father had told him once. Weddings make women desperate. The fact that someone their age has already completed what they have not makes them look around for a suitor. That’s where you come in my dear Jamie, you swoop in like a knight and in return. Well I think we both know what you’ll get in return.

 Although Bucky thought your father’s words seemed a bit old fashioned, they turned out to be true. But looking at you, the happily unwed, giving him the same look, it felt… Wrong. 

“What about you? Huh?” Bucky tried to lighten the conversation. “Will you wear a traditional white dress or surprise no one and walk down the aisle wearing black?”

You snorted. “By the looks of it, I’m going to end up marrying William. If I do, there will be no wedding if it’s not traditional.” 

Bucky grimaced at the sound of your boyfriend’s name. He looked around the garden for William but couldn’t find him. 

Bucky had told everyone he was a terrible fit for you ever since you accepted his first date. There was something about him that didn’t sit well with Bucky and sadly, it took only four months of you dating for him to find it out. 

Bucky grabbed your elbow and took you to a hidden part in the garden. You complained every single step of the way, trying to free yourself from his grip.

“Stop manhandling me, you animal!” You whispered. 

“I need to tell you something.” Bucky said, holding your face between his hands. Your expression changed from annoyed to hopeful in a matter of seconds. 

You gulped at the sound of his words, praying he would say the three words you’d been thinking about over and over again ever since he came into your room all those months ago. 

Bucky tucked a piece of fallen hair behind your ear. “It’s about William.”

Your shoulders slumped at the sound of your boyfriend’s name.

“William-“ Bucky was trying to find the correct words, as to not hurt your feelings, he settled on three words. But not the ones you wanted to hear. “You deserve better.”

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms. “Is that what this is? A talk about how he’s not good for me coming from someone who thinks he’s my authority?”

 “Please listen to me for once.” Bucky said, trying to loosen the knot on his suddenly constricting tie. “I saw William with-“

You looked down at the floor. “I know.”

“No, you don’t understand. He went into the Continental Hotel wi-“

“I said I know!” You yelled. 

“You know?” Bucky’s eyebrows furrowed. “How can you be with him?”

You let out a dry laugh. “James, I’m past the age of pretending to be offended when someone isn’t faithful. You know what my mother’s friends call me? What they think of me? All because I haven’t wed. It’s a vicious society.”

“But your family, your father-“ Bucky argued.

“Whoever marries me knows they will never be head of our family. Because everyone knows who the next in line is.” You didn’t need to say his name for Bucky to know you were talking about him. He’d never considered it before. Your powerful family meant nothing if whoever was to marry you would never be next in line, all because Bucky stood in your wary. 

Bucky shook his head. “You can’t possibly consider marrying someone who isn’t faithful. You should be with someone who worships you, who makes sure to put your needs in front of his. Someone-“

“Someone like who?” You whispered, your eyes piercing his blue ones. 

The air surrounding the two of you became thick. Bucky knew it should be him, but he couldn’t. 

“You deserve better.” Bucky repeated, looking down at the floor. He vowed to protect you but it had to be from afar. Even though his body burned to be with you.

“You should leave now.” You said, holding your head high, trying to stop your tears. “I don’t want people seeing us together. Not when I wish William to ask for my hand.”

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[sunfyresrider]

Husband

Synopsis: Imagine you have just been betrothed and wed to the one-eyed prince.

pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Reader warning: sprinkle of smut n fluff word count: 1402 note: reposting!

Your betrothal to Aemond came as a shock to everyone. It was the first time they had ever seen the stoic one eyed prince show true affection. 

When your courting began he was consistently spending time with you. In appropriate ways of course. He took you to stroll the gardens and sat with you at dinner. On special occasions he would dance with you in front of all the Lords to show you were his. You spent hours speaking of your interests and he listened intently. You did the exact same thing when he began to speak of the histories and Vhagar. 

Aemond was a jealous lover but tried his best not to show it. When men approached you he was immediately at your side towering over them. He did not threaten them but his presence itself was enough to scare them off. He enjoyed being able to do that, no one could touch what was his. 

He had adorned you with several nicknames. “My lady, my sun and moon, my beloved, and my queen.” All of which were spoken from his heart. He liked being able to give you pet names and being the only one who was allowed to use them. It gave him a sense of superiority over everyone else. 

When the wedding arrived it was done in the tradition of the faith. Most likely arranged by his mother who was a devout follower. However, Aemond wanted to have a Valyrian ceremony as well. The night before he snuck you out of the keep and into the dragonpit where you spoke your vows and shared your blood. It was the first time that you had kissed. 

The wedding itself wasn’t as grand of a spectacle as his brothers or sisters. It was a medium sized ceremony with mostly guests who his mother favored. The entire time his eye never left you nor did his hand leave yours. It was further proof of how irrevocably in love he was with you. 

There was a feast held afterwards but you found yourself unable to eat. Aemond hadn’t been able to keep his hands off of you the entire time. Nothing inherently sexual yet besides thigh grasps and soft kisses to your ear and neck. He had been patiently waiting to ravage you since the announcement of your betrothal and he could make it a few more hours… maybe. 

It was a falsehood. Aemond couldn’t last another few hours because staring at your flushed face and wine stained lips made his cock twitch. He whisked you away before the feast was even over to take you to bed for the first time.

The first time with Aemond would be much different from the rest. Though he was aching for you he took it slowly and softly. He removed your dress and caressed your skin gently. He placed kisses along your neck and down your torso until he reached your core. Aemond was not as experienced as his brother but understood there were different ways to satisfy women. He spent your wedding night learning how exactly to make you scream for him. 

When he first slid himself inside you he was gentle but the feeling of your body wrapped around him was all too much. He couldn’t hold himself back when it came to fucking you senseless. Each stroke of his cock hit deep within your cervix and elicited a symphony of moans. Aemond liked to describe them in musical terms because of how beautiful he thought they were. He came inside you that night and even though he wanted more he waited for you to rest. Aemond understood how sore a lady could be after her first experience. 

It was the first but far from the last because Aemond consistently began breeding you in hopes of a child and a family. He began fucking you in different ways as well. Some days he would be dominant and choke you, spit in your mouth, make you beg, and overstimulate you until you were a complete mess underneath him. Other days he was gentle and let you take control. He liked when you pulled his hair and left scratches down his back. He liked when you rode him and praised him for being such a good husband. 

Not everything was perfect within your marriage. Every person had their problems and Aemond had more than most. He was still slightly insecure about his eye no matter how many times you kissed his scar and proclaimed you did not care. He still hated the fact he was second born yet more qualified to be king than his brother. He lacked the love of his father and held a deep hatred for his nephews. You spent many hours comforting and reassuring him. He would rest his head in your lap and let you comb through his hair whilst you whispered words of affirmation.

Aemond was already fiercely protective over you but after the announcement of your pregnancy it was enhanced. He was there with you every step of the way and at times it became overbearing. He made sure you got nothing but the best which involved food, clothing, servants, baths, bedding, anything that might make it easier for you. He became your personal protector in this time and sought to strike down any who may harm you. No one tried to of course but he still had to make sure it was known he was one of the best swordsmen. 

He still constantly yearned for you whilst pregnant. Your growing belly made it hard but he found ways to satisfy you both. If he could not cum in you he would cum beside you, together as always. 

He was also there by your side when you gave birth to your daughter. He let you crush his hand whilst you pushed her out and screamed profanities at the world. It was a blessing that she came easier than most Targaryen children. 

From the moment she was born Aemond doted on her endlessly. He was even more protective of her than he was of you. He had proclaimed many times she was the most precious thing in this world and you couldn’t help but agree.

After your pregnancy you fell ill with a fever and he was there to care for you the entire way. He did not care about the risk of being in the same room as you. All he wanted was to save you from your suffering. He brought you water and changed your towelettes meant cool you off. He had the maester check you far too many times and he jumped at any move or sound you made. After you recovered he still hovered over you, he was fearful of what could have happened.

After the birth of your daughter and your time spent in recovery was over he was back to needing you constantly. He waited months and months to feel himself inside you again and that night was the most passionate since your wedding. It lasted an entire night and was several rounds. The entire keep heard and you were scolded in the morning by your mother in law but both of you simply laughed it off.

You had several children with Aemond over the years. There was a part of you that feared he would treat the boys differently from the girls but you could have never been more wrong. Aemond was a firm believer in not separating them by gender. All of your children were taught the same lessons of history, philosophy, music, dancing, sewing, geography, anything that they might need in the future. He was gentler with the girls but still encouraged them to train with the sword. Especially the girls since he wouldn’t always be there to protect them. All of your children had dragon eggs placed in the cradle which thankfully hatched. He made sure they learned how to be fierce riders with good bonds to their beasts. 

As you grew older his love for you did not falter. The wrinkles and scars from pregnancy mattered not to him. You gave him the greatest blessing in the world which was his own family. The passion during sex did not falter either until you both grew old enough that it mattered less. Aemond loyally stayed by your side and cherished you until the end just as you promised.

[dragoncityinteriordesign]

Okay, I know everything about the Guardian Fashion Experience is regrettable. That said, you have got to see what the guests are wearing to this rich people wedding.

Shout out to Purple Suit Guy, the guy who first made me start paying attention to the guest clothing here. I love his look. Bold and stunning. Absolute outdoor wedding wear.

Who invited Xiao Hua? (Note: Whenever he shows up during the standing scenes, he's always with that guy in the grey suit, but when he's seated, they're apart. I can only assume they came together but whoever is doing the seating arrangements is homophobic.)

He's got a tie so skinny he must be in a ska band. She's regretting several of her life choices, and about half of them have to do with lace. I don't see her in any of the later images, which leads me to believe she got smart and called an Uber.

Guest on the left has paired a moderately fancy dress with a thrift-store cardigan and extremely chunky shoes. Guest in the middle has decided that cold shoulders and furry fringe will bring back mid-'00s plus-sized fashion, but now for skinny girls. And Velvet Jacket Guy ... well, you get what his deal is.

I'm surprised this lady didn't get bounced immediately. If there's one thing I know from spending too much time on Reddit, it is that you are always the asshole for showing up in a wedding dress when you, specifically, are not the person getting married.

Another white-wearer! This lady, however, has taken the extra steps to prove she's not the bride by wearing silver-trimmed sneakers.

She chose his tie so they'd match. She's going to catch that bouquet if she has to shank every other woman at the venue to get it.

I love everything about this woman's style. She has decided on a an already-bold patterned dress, then accessorized with dark hose, dark shoes, dark fingerless gloves that hook around her thumb, and dark glasses. I want to be her when I grow up.

At first, this woman's look is fairly normal, but those sunglasses take it to the next level.

I'm just not a fan of red and pink. The dress looks like it would be great on its own, even with the weird racing stripes. Why the vest?

I know it's not as socially embarrassing for men to show up to an event wearing the same thing as it is for women, but these guys landed on nearly the same white shirt, mustard vest, and mustard pants. That sticks out. At least by the time the fistfight breaks out, one of them has put his jacket back on. (Also you can see that in the interim, Velvet Jacket Guy has ditched his titular item of clothing, rendinger him merely Guy.)

And right there in the middle of that previous picture, this guy has made a bold fashion choice with the pea-green jacket and coordinating tie, but I think it's working for him.

This is a fairly nice if largely unremarkable dress, but the red-soled shoes add an expensive-as-hell pop of color.

I can't get a good shot of this denim dress, so I can't tell if I love what it's doing with that black side panel or hate it. Maybe it's cute? But I don't get why it's stopping at the waist.

A black shirt, no jacket, grey pants with inexplicable black thigh stripes, and brown shoes. Something sure is happening here.

[wearlikewow]

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[tirions]

once more to see you | zareen & beatrix

summary: zareen attends beatrix’s wedding to the king, anger stabbing at her heart.

a/n: this is just a short piece to set the scene! i’ll be rewriting their relationship pre-karlheinz soon 🫶🏼

It was a wedding at the end December, the first snowfall to be exact. Crystalline snowflakes fluttered from the evening sky like angels, kissing the earth outside the castle. Zareen watched as they swirled around her, too light for the sinking, sinking, sinking of her chest.

It felt pointless.

They hadn’t spoken in a year so why was she here, in her best velvet gown with burgundy roses in her black hair? She had tried to to swallow the morsels of their relationship, tried to drown the ache in the depths of lovers and blood and gluttony, but it wasn’t enough, it seems. She couldn’t be rid of that thrum she felt whenever she saw dysty books or wild, blonde tresses.

Her fingernails dug crescent moons into her palms. Once more, she vowed silently. I’ll see her one more time. Hopefully then she will be able to bury the hatchet, forget that little sliver of time ever existed.

With an exhale, Zareen stepped past the gates and into the place that housed all the things she despised. Fellow demon nobility marched onward into the mouth of the stone beast, each one swallowed whole into a room that shimmered gold and red from where she slowly pressed on.

The night was still young, but nothing oozed debauchery like a vampire wedding, the King’s one at that. Zareen could spot glimpses of lovers intertwined in the crooks of the stone walls, hidden enough to be appropriate on such an occasion, but not completely. She had to suppress the urge to roll her eyes. The air around her crackled with something. Liveliness? Her own unease? She couldn’t place it, but it made her gut clench all the more.

Her body had a mind of its own, and before even realising, she had wound up at the foot of the aisle. A plush red velvet carpet sunk beneath her heel, but her eyes scrutinised the archway just ahead. It was nothing short of extraordinary, spindly branches of gold bowing to meet each other in the middle. A carved bat or two could be seen in its branches, as well as one hanging from its feet at the centre. It represented the pride of vampire ancestry, the continuation of the royal bloodline. It should have made her swell with patriotic pride, but instead a blunt anger stabbed its way through her veins. There was no whisper of Beatrix’s essence in this garish piece of metal. Was this all she would become? Just another wife? A whisper in the threads of history?

For a moment, Zareen thought about tracking Beatrix down and talking some sense into her, but with a heavy ghost-fist to her chest, she remembered that this was what she had chosen. She had tried a year ago, but to the blonde, this grotesque life that she called duty would not be derailed by Zareen’s words or pleas.

Her jaw relaxed slightly and her hand fell limp at her side. Where it had clung to her dress, there were four punctures the size of her fingernails in the crimson velvet. She smoothed down the fabric as she found a seat among the other aristocrats.

Within the hour, the last good thing she had would slip from her fingers like buttery silk.

—

The reception began with the familiar organ that commenced every vampiric wedding. Karlhainz already stood beneath the arch, dressed in black save for the blinding white fur draped across his broad shoulders, almost the exact shade of his snowy hair. The more he smiled at the guests and at the aisle, the more Zareen clawed at her dress. Images of the devil tempting Eve flashed through her mind whenever she saw him, a serpent through and through.

The music swelled and resounded through the giddy hall. A procession of girls and women dressed in silks and tulle glided down the aisle in a blur, but Zareen could barely focus over the pounding in her ears. Just a few moments…

Violins sang and soared and the breath of every person in the room hitched momentarily. Time melted away to honey as she stepped onto the carpet.

Zareen’s eyes widened. She wore a simple white dress of silk with a long train, a gauzy white veil fastened to the back of her ornate updo. Those things spoke no-nonsense and they were very much her own choices, but there were embellishments that were not her own choice. Little diamonds that shimmered like dewdrops on her veil, the thick sapphire necklace around her neck.

The thing that stood out most to Zareen was the fur shawl wrapped around her shoulders, matching Karlheinz’s suit. Dread pooled in her stomach. 

She looked more like a sacrificial lamb trussed up for slaughter than a rosy-cheeked bride. Surely, she had to know this. Surely…

And yet, a smile still graced her soft lips. Not the one she reserved for Zareen, but a polite one. Her eyes didn’t crease and there was no glint of teeth. Polite, distant… dutiful. She walked with a certain reserved elegance, each peak of her white heel proclaiming, this is what I was made for.

She stopped across from Karlheinz, her head bowed slightly, blue eyes not meeting his. He towered over her, a wolf with a gentleman’s grin. His thumb and forefinger gently hooked beneath her chin, lips skimming over her ear and whispering something to her. With a beat, her body visibly relaxed. She smiled again, something genuine and unplanned.

Zareen’s shabby heart twisted inside her chest. A year was little more than a single heartbeat in the demon world, but it felt like an eternity stretched out between them. She was gazing at a matured version of the girl she once knew, a queen.

The vows and formalities passed in a hazy whirlwind, Zareen’s eyes focused on the bat glinting above the couple’s heads. Soon, applause ruptured through the crowd, knocking her out of her melancholic state.

Her gaze flitted back to the bride and groom. The wedding was over, and her eyes blurred as she watched him take both hands in his. He placed kisses on top of each of her gloves, a tenderness so seemingly genuine that it reminded her of angel’s wings. There was too much purity in this scene, too much joy, too much for her to bear. The sight of it all made her sick.

The thundering beat of the crowd’s hands faded to the muffled sound of water beating against rocks as she caught it. A flash of gold irises her way, lips curling against the silky fabric that covered her hands. Her blood instantly ran cold. She knew what that glance meant.

The candlelight glinted off them like a river of molten gold. Eyes truly befitting a King, they twinkled with victory.

As his eyes flicked back to his new wife, Zareen let out a shaky exhale.

She felt it then, the prickle of fear at the back of her neck, the skittishness of a rabbit she was so unfamiliar with. Her hands trembled gently in her velvet-laden lap.

Who was the sacrificial lamb after all?

[imaginarianisms]

i just wanted to say that this kinda leadership was also extremely common in precolonization americas, like, most of the time, chiefs were elected & chosen by the people, it usually wasn't hereditary tho that depends on nation to nation, bc nations like the haida in the pacific northwest coast, for example, had hereditary chiefs, while the nahua, maya, muisca & inca had empires while in one of my nations, the huron-wendat, the chieftain was a man but he was only voted for among women & they had the ability to chase him off or remove him if he wasn't doing his duties or he was a weak leader & only the clanmothers could decide when to go to war & who to go to war with. it all greatly varied from nation to nation bc none of us are a monolith.

slavery was also practiced among several - though not all - nations precolonization, notably the haida & tlingit peoples & many peoples of the pacific northwest coast, the maya & aztec (who're known as nahua) took captives to use as sacrificial victims in their temples, the iroquoian peoples waged mourning wars on their neighbors to avenge & replace their dead, the comanche of texas, the creek of georgia & fishing societies like the yurok who lived from alaska to california, the pawnee & klamath. haida & tlingit tho were notorious for it, traditionally known as fierce warriors & slavetraders from the southeastern alaskan coast who raided as far as california. native groups along the pacific northwest coast finalized elite marriages by exchanging enslaved people & so on, & slavery was hereditary after they were taken as prisoners of war & among some pacific northwest tribes a quarter of the population were slaves & some were killed during potlatches, which were basically traditional giftgiving feasts for the pnw nations, while in other nations captives were eventually adopted into the tribe. i just wanna make that clear bc i don't like whitewashing history as an indigenous person myself & i personally interpret the first men as indigenous peoples of the americas & to a lesser extent other indigenous peoples that i'm drawing comparisons between the two here as you can see but the north strictly is against slavery.

so i have no idea if there was an official law or anything like that & i certainly can't speak for every single nation in the americas ever, i Do know from what elders taught me & what i've read is that welcoming guests & treating them with respect was super important back in the old days & you Do Not treat your guests disrespectfully Ever. something like the red wedding would not be taken well at all whatsoever rippppppp.

giants & peoples similar to the children of the forest & the woods walkers as well as the others are already in many of our traditional stories, notably with stories of actual giants, little people such as the pukwudgies / mikumwess who're basically our fair folk / fae & the w/ndig/ag & their variants, a name that i'm forbidden to speak or type out due to protocol, which is why i'll be referring to them simply as ice cannibals.

giants in indigenous folklore are usually described as being ranging between twice as tall as humans to 20-30/40-60 feet tall, large enough to throw humans into a sack or burden basket the way a human hunter would do with rabbits & in a few cases giants are described as being even more immense, being the size of the tallest pine trees (which works out to 150-200 feet) and catching whales the way humans catch fish, with some traditions their bodies are covered in rock-hard scales that repel all normal weapons & protects them from fire & cold. which is uh. fucking terrifying lmao.

pukwudgies & mikumwess & other variants (same people, different names) among other magical little people of the forest were all over turtle island, they're like sprites, dwarves, gnomes or fairies, said to be about as tall as a man's waist, knee-high, if not even smaller than that, only as tall as about a three year old child, having narrow faces, but are as swift as lightning, strong & sound like birds when talking to each other, dressing light going barefoot & smoking pipes, living in the woods, writing on stone, eating meat, berries & fish, & they like to sing, dance & play, but they're strong & can take you down no matter how big you are. they're generally benevolent forest spirits but could be capricious & dangerous whenever disrespected. they have formidable magical powers but are benign creatures who do not generally harm humans, though sometimes they play mischievous lighthearted & annoying but harmless & usually not dangerous or destructive tricks on people like rearranging things, tying knots in hair & clothes or putting clothes on backwards & singing & then hiding when an inquisitive person searched for the music but may perform bad tricks around the house & barn, capsize canoes, tear fishing nets, steal shiny things, steal children, commit deadly acts of sabotage, destroy the property of disrespectful people or curse them. they're known to live in mountain caves, rocky places in the woods, sandy hills or by a rocky riverbank. when clay or silt deposits along a riverbank resemble people or animals, that's said to be sculptures made by them & bring good luck to those who find it, rocks by the side of a river with geometric markings on them are considered to mark the home of a family & best left undisturbed. they're said to own a pot which can transform a few kernels of maize into a huge quantity & when sailing, traveled in a group of 5-7 per canoe. seeing one supposedly foretells a death by drowning. they're small, sometimes said to be 2 to 3 feet tall, but do big work. in one of my nations, abenaki folklore, they're said to come from the bark of an ash tree. they live & dress like the old-time indigenous peoples of the land they're on & speak the indigenous language of that land, having small arms & legs & sometimes big bodies like bullfrogs. some are said to foretell the future. they are friendly to people & sometimes help with household chores if gifts and/or candy & sugar are left for them or kindness is shown to their children, & giving a man furs or warning them of coming evil or of a coming attack, or harm & when seen by an adult human, beg them not to say anything of their existence & would reward those who kept their word by coming to the aid of a person or people or their families in need & help them out in times of need, should they ever ask for it. it was often said that they love children & would take them away from bad or abusive parents or if the child was without parents and abandoned or left in the woods to fend for themselves to raise the child as their own. the name "pukwudgie" literally means "person of the wilderness" & in some traditions have a sweet smell & are often associated with flowers. sometimes they're known to turn invisible & appear & disappear at will, increase & decrease body size at will, shapeshift into many different animals like cougars or other dangerous animals, confuse people, make them forget things, lure people to their deaths, bring harm to people by staring directly at them, use magic, launch poison arrows & create fire. some believe that pukwudgies in particular were once friendly to humans, but then turned against them & are best left alone, & according to lore, a person who annoyed a pukwudgie, would be subject to nasty tricks by it, or subject to being followed by the pukwudgie, who would cause trouble for them; they were known to kidnap people, push them off cliffs, attack their victims with short knives & spears, & to use sand to blind their victims. they're uh. smth else.

ice cannibals, on the other hand, are usually those who either was possessed by evil spirits & corrupted by dark magic or committed a terrible sin or crime (especially selfishness, gluttony, cannibalism or withholding food from a starving person without feeling remorse, as it was considered more honorable to either starve or commit suicide rather than turning to famine cannibalism) & ended up turning into one as punishment, causing its heart to turn into ice & cursed to eat human flesh, causing them to only ever feel hunger as that's all they're able to feel & their hearts turn to ice. they grow bigger the hungrier & angrier they get, often towering over the tallest trees, possessing sharp fangs that stand out due to having chewed their own lips off & become excruciatingly emaciated forcing them to live in the snow & rarely you could find two of these creatures fighting each other, which if this happened, one should put something over their ears to avoid hearing the roars since their cries were dangerous & their scream would kill anyone who hears it. according to one of my nations, the a.benaki, legend has it they inhabited the forests & woodlands of the area in ancient times eating the souls of others for sustenance & strength because they had no souls. in one of my other nations, in m.i'kmaw legend, it's usually required that you kill them more than once & even after it's dead, people will avoid the spot where it died. they're described as huge, gigantic, tall, monstrous & made up of or coated in ice, & in some its said that looking directly at an ice cannibal will leave a person paralyzed against it but the human it once was is still frozen inside the monster where its heart should be, and must be killed to defeat the ice cannibal, (in a few legends, a human can be successfully rescued from its frozen heart either by tricking them into eating salt, chopping up their bodies into multiple pieces, or forcing them to eat so much it.. yknow.. yeah, or in one legend, a girl tricked one into believing it was her grandfather & allowed it to do things for her & her brothers, until it got into a sweatlodge & it melted & it coughed up the last bit of its icy heart & it was then chopped to bits with a hatchet & an old man came from it so the girl's kindness quite literally melted its heart, while in other stories, when a woman rejected a man's advances, this caused the man to seek revenge & turned her into one out of vengeance & scorned pride which had her force her family to fire seven arrows into her heart to end the curse) but that's very rare, so usually, once a person has been possessed by its spirit, the only escape is death & the monster can only be permanently killed if its heart made of ice is completely melted. they were malevolent, cannibalistic supernatural beings of great spiritual power, strongly associated with the winter, the north & coldness as well as the omnipresent danger of famine & starvation (& recently, a metaphor for gluttonous, aggressive or murderous individuals who threaten communal wellbeing & as well as colonization & genocide).

[greatwyrmgold]

Ugh, is this how Oda redeems Pudding? There are layers to my irritation, so bear with me.

Layer 1: We don't find out that Pudding has a lot of traumatic experiences with people calling her third eye creepy or gross until after Pudding tears up at Sanji calling her eye beautiful.

And it's not like a third eye is something obviously hideous and disfiguring that we can assume that kind of backstory about, especially in a world like One Piece's where forearms the size of your torso or an egg-shaped body or a zipper-mouth or whatever's going on with Gecko Moriah are treated as normal. I know Oda's female character designs tend to be more conservative, but still, this is ridiculous.

My point is, we needed a Pudding backstory flashback before chapter 862 if this was gonna work.

Layer 2: I'm sick of "Your mild flaw is beautiful!"

Not much to say here. It's a pretty common way to try and add some conflict to a romantic subplot without needing to resolve any conflict. One partner (almost always the girl/woman) has some physical abnormality that she's self-conscious about, even though it's almost always designed in such a way that it doesn't affect her appeal to the lowest common denominator. After enough drama has been wrung out of that plot point, the other partner (usually the guy) says that he doesn't think that barely-visible birthmark or cool demon powers or iconic scar or whatever makes her ugly.

This isn't always bad; Shrek handles it well. From the start of the film, we see that most people treat ogres badly, either fleeing in terror or chasing them with torches and pitchforks. We also learn how Fiona turning into an ogre at night has affected her specifically, how it was treated as a horrible problem to be solved and how she internalized that. And uncontrollably turning into a big green person isn't cool the way that voluntarily turning into a cool dragon would be. Shrek-ogres are designed to look weird more than cool; some people think they look cool, but they recognize that this is far from a universal opinion.

My point is that Shrek spent act 1 explaining why people might not want to turn into an ogre and act 2 explaining why Fiona specifically hates her curse, so when Shrek says "You're beautiful" in act 3 it has an actual emotional impact. Four panels of people insulting Pudding's eye (and three of her stabbing some of those people) just doesn't have the same impact. Sure, one of those people is her beloved mother, but one panel just isn't enough time to make Pudding's strong feelings about her eye feel real. (Especially since that panel comes after Sanji calls it beautiful.)

Layer 3: Why should being called "beautiful" by some guy matter?

If you're the kind of person who gets mad when someone implies there might be sexism in One Piece, this is your cue to leave.

The idea that women are vain and care deeply about their beauty is a pretty big Sexism Point, and it's hardly unique to Pudding. (See Nami for a prominent example, and in particular that bit in chapter...471 where Nami gets distracted by how pretty the wedding dress that someone dressed her in while she was unconscious. Relevant)

Women being focused on the approval of men is another big Sexism Point, though it's thankfully one One Piece hasn't indulged in much. Still, having a woman instantly change her mind on something significant because a man calls her pretty is a bad look.

Let's go over what happened here. Pudding was all gung-ho for Big Mom's plan where Sanji and his family get murdered and Big Mom gets all their fancy toys. Big Mom is really important to her, and she recognizes thinks that Sanji is just an unpleasant idiot. Then Sanji compliments her once and she's conflicted enough to fall to her knees instead of shooting Sanji, which she was looking forward to just a few pages prior. (And most of those pages are focused on the wedding guests, not the bride and groom.)

How am I supposed to interpret this, except "Pudding cares more about some guy calling her pretty than she cares about Big Mom, when loyalty to her has been her only established motivation until this second"?

Layer 4: Charlotte Pudding

If you're one of the people who responded to my last Charlotte Pudding post with comments about how I need to keep reading (I'm 862 chapters in, of course I'm gonna keep reading) or that I'd really like where Pudding ends up, hello! I really hope this isn't what you were talking about, because this seems like more of what I was complaining about there.

When we meet Pudding, she seems like a kinda flat Nice Girl character, lying to save some strangers from Big Mom's police. It's a bit interesting that someone like that came out of the authoritarian Charlotte family, but that's about it.

Then it's revealed that she's actually not nice, she's evil, that Nice Girl personality was just an act. We're back to square 1, we need to rebuild Charlotte Pudding from scratch. This time she's equally flat, but also exactly what we'd expect from the authoritarian Charlotte family: A woman willing to do anything if Mom commands it.

And here, Pudding has a change of heart. A few nice words from Sanji have driven her to some third characterization. Maybe it'll be fleshed out, but I kinda doubt it. First, look at Pudding's history so far; he's not someone Oda has devoted much time to characterizing. He didn't even bother to explain the trauma triggering this crucial plot point until after it happened!

Second, I know chapter 1000 is deep in the Wano Country arc, and at chapter 862 the Whole Cake Island arc is far from finished. Sanji and the Vinsmokes need to have a reckoning and Luffy needs to beat up Big Mom and all this family drama needs to be wrapped up with enough time for the Straw Hats to get most of the way through another arc in less than 140 chapters. There's not a lot of time for Pudding to get her belated development.

Layer 5: Tumblr's Pudding fans

I'm not talking about the asshole who asked if I was dropped on my head as a fetus. I'm talking about the nice ones, the ones who encouraged me to keep an open mind about Pudding. The ones who raised my expectations enough that I could be disappointed. It's not logical, but I can't deny that that disappointment is part of why I'm spending so long complaining about this kinda irrelevant side character who Oda didn't think was important enough to develop properly.

That's the core of the problem, I think. Given all the pieces I have now, I can imagine a version of Charlotte Pudding who is really interesting. One whose self-loathing and devotion to Big Mom were properly established and explored. One who feels worthless and isolated. Maybe even one whose allegiance can change with a compliment without that feeling like a exist cliche.

But that's not what Oda wrote, whether because he didn't have room to write that without slowing the story too much or because he spent his writing spoons elsewhere. We got a character with two or three flat personalities that she switches between, without ever cohering as a gestalt whole.

She seems less like a person and more like a plot device. And now the big fight's starting, so that seems unlikely to change.

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Pleasure - one shot series inspired by gifs

Imagine : Olivia makes Sebastian's time more pleasant during the interview

Paring: Sebastian Stan and Olivia Mazru

Word : 1156

One shot

Olivia sat on the couch and looked at Sebastian who was at the table preparing for another online interview. Something probably related to Marvel, Liv bit her lower lip while looking at him for a long moment. He looks really handsome today, his longer hair was pulled back but still looked fluffy, she wanted to comb her fingers through it. He was wearing a black sweater with white stitching it looked like he was wearing a galaxy on it and had the standard black jeans on his butt. His butt looked really good in those pants. Olivia rose from the couch and walked over to the table leaning over the laptop but so that no one would see her if by chance the interview had already started.

- What is it, honey ? - Sebastian shifted his gaze to her. 

- I want a kiss,- she smiled.

Sebastian picked himself up and smiled broadly.

- Always so needy what ? - he leaned over to her.

He roamed his eyes over her face until he stopped at her lips. He leaned in harder and kissed her gently embracing her cheek with his hand. Liv deepened the kiss by smiling, placing her hand on his neck. He pulled away from her when the timer on Zoom punched a minute into the meeting. 

- I love you - she whispered into his mouth.

- I love you more - he smiled - as soon as I finish the interview we are going to dinner. 

- Okay baby - Olivia nodded and returned to the couch. 

She looked at him for a long moment, she was really lucky that it was her that he noticed in the crowd of other women and then even proposed. They started to prepare for the wedding but the pandemic unfortunately prevented them from doing so. Together they wanted to hold a wedding for friends and celebrate this special moment so they held off at least until the restrictions were lifted. Liv broke away from her thoughts the moment Sebastian greeted the guests and the interviewer. The woman bit her lower lip staring at her fiancé as he smiled broadly. Liv smiled slyly as she rose from the couch and unbuttoned her shirt she was wearing. Sebastian watched her out of the corner of his eye, when he saw what she was doing he felt his pants getting tight in the crotch. He furrowed his eyebrows and looked at her as she stood behind his laptop in just her bra. He threw her a questioning look and already knew she was in trouble when her hands unhooked his bra. He loved her breasts were the perfect size for his hand, he glanced back at the screen and cast a meaningful look that only Anthony Mackie could understand. Mackie snorted under his breath and rolled his eyes; he knew Liv and knew what she was capable of. After all, he was the one who introduced them to each other and helped Sebastian choose an engagement ring. Liv crawled under the table and very quickly got to Sebastian's penis which was limited only by his pants. She moved her hand over it when she felt his body tighten, he waved his hand in an attempt to ward her off but Liv just grabbed his hand and slid her fingers into his mouth drooling. As soon as she did this Sebastian knew he was finished, he knew how she loved this activity. He slid his fingers out of her mouth and spread the saliva on his penis. He jerked off a few times, and as soon as he took his hand off he felt her lips on his. For a moment he tilted his head in pleasure biting his lower lip. 

- Everything ok Sebastian ? - the leading lady spoke up. 

Sebastian opened his eyes and looked at the monitor screen, at this moment he felt as if all eyes were directed only at him. 

- As much as possible, I only hit my little finger on the table - he smiled embarrassed. 

- Sebastian even sitting you can hurt yourself - Mackie laughed out loud.

Seb shook his head, he felt his cheeks blush furiously. He really needed to work on his facial expressions, but it was so difficult when his woman was playing with his penis while he was having an interview. He put his hand on her hair when she took it between her lips, pushing her harder until she choked on it. Since she had already taken after him anyway, why shouldn't he enjoy it. Sebastian bit his lower lip and directed the movement of her head, several times he had to bite his lower lip to keep from moaning. Really, a journalist would have a good topic for an article about him if she knew what was going on under his table. The internet would probably explode which is why he had to keep his poker face even though it was really difficult. And especially when Liv took his balls in her mouth and started playing with them. Sebastian slid down slightly in his chair and spread his legs wider, Olivia took advantage of this opportunity as much as possible. she squatted closer which gave her more access to what she just felt like doing. She moved her tongue over the thick vein on his penis, felt the man gasp and his hand resting on her thigh clenched into a fist. She loved Sebastian's penis, it was so sensitive and so easy to excite. She moved her mouth to the head and sucked on it for a moment then, without warning, slid it down her throat. As soon as she felt it pulsing, she sped up her movements, she wanted to feel the cum in her mouth. Each time she slid it down her throat, she had long since been able to restrain her vomiting reflex, which was a great delight for her partner. Sebastian clamped his hand over her head and forced himself down her throat and lowered himself profusely into her throat. Liv swallowed calmly being proud of how quickly she brought her partner to orgasm. She cleaned him when he got soft and slipped him back into his pants, slid out from under the table and wiped her mouth with her hand while staring at Sebastian. The man threw her a look that said he would definitely get revenge for this. Liv wiped her mouth, slipped her shirt on and went back to sitting on the couch. Sebastian took an active part in the interview but at the same time wanted it to end as soon as possible. He managed to sit down for almost two hours, was happy when he was finally able to turn off the computer and motioned to his fiancée. He snatched the book from her hands and threw it behind him. 

- What are you doing darling ? - Liv smiled sweetly. 

- You already know very well what I'm doing,- he smiled meaningfully.

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Heart Of Glass-Rooster Bradshaw

Chapter Fourteen

WC: 1,248.

C/W: None?

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Bradley was at a lost planning the grooms side of things, he had sat down with Mav at the kitchen table.

Mav had never done this before either but he was trying his best to help him with everything.

"I don't know what any of this stuff means or how to do this Mav," Bradley sighed dropping the list onto the table that Mazy had made for him. He brought his hands to his face and dug the heals of his hands into his eyes.

"I've never done any of this before either so we can figure it out together. Why don't we check things off as we go? We finished doing our half of invitations." Mav paused briefly and put a check next to it, "Finish ordering the boutonnière's." Mav sighed and opened up Bradley's laptop the first thing popping up the local florist website.

"The ones Mazy wants should be up already." Bradley sighed as he got up and refilled his cup of coffee.

"They are, I like your guy's color theme a lot." Mav hummed as he placed the order for them.

They had chosen a deep sapphire blue and peach color theme. Mazy was really big on colors and did a whole psychology deep dive on the colors.

"Thanks Mav," Bradley sat back down and checked off the item on the list, "Finish my half of the registry. I can't believe you can get married or whatever and just put ridiculous items on the registry and someone you've met maybe once in your life will get them for you."

"I agree, I was in for a shock at Charlottes baby shower for Mazy. It was all these people I had never met before buying us things that would've put us in debt." Mav agreed, he was so happy he could help Bradley with all of this.

He knew that out of all of them men in the world who could've asked for Mazy's hand in marriage it's someone who could treat her with respect and give her everything.

"Oh my god," Bradley sighed, "With all the wedding talk I forgot she's literally pregnant with my child."

"Okay Bradley I know this seems like a lot. Fuck this is a lot but it's gonna figure itself out. We have time to figure everything out and you have people in your and Mazy's corner. There's so many people who are here to help you." Mav assured him.

"We already talked about turning our guest room into the nursery and Mazy was looking at color theory." Bradley sighed, "I know we're comfortable and have money saved up. I'm just worried about going into debt."

"That's while we will make the best baby shower registry and make sure tons of people are invited." Mav chuckled and gave Bradley a side hug, "Let's focus at the task at hand."

At the end of the day Bradley and Mazy were so happy to get into bed and go to sleep.

Mazy rubbed her eyes and took a long drink of water from her bottle and set it on her nightstand before plugging her phone in.

Bradley tugged off his shirt and tossed it towards the hamper then plugged his phone in.

"How was your day darling?" Bradley let out a long deep breathe he felt as if he'd been holding in all day. He relaxed into the grey bedding Mazy sinking further into him as he wrapped an arm around her.

"Good, stressful and good. My wedding dress still fits so if I can keep myself at this size for another three weeks we will be set." Mazy yawned, she was stressed about her dress not fitting but she had alternatives. Tomorrow her and Nat we're gonna go buy a cheaper white sundress just in case. Penny offered to sew a tuul train kind of thing for a white sundress. She was happy she had women there to support her, "I don't wanna worry about that right now. How was your day Hun?"

"Good, me and Mav talked about registry's. Told me about your moms baby shower for you." Bradley kissed her shoulder.

"It was crazy. Crazier than a baby shower should be it was this whole thing. I've heard all the stories." Mazy giggled as she rolled over onto her back. Bradley instinctively wrapping an arm around her and combing his hand through her brown hair. "Simpler times I wish we could've been there for. I wish I would've been old enough to really know my mother."

"She was so great," Bradley hummed. He was barely old enough to remember Charlie but bits and pieces were there.

"I'm glad you knew her," Mazy turned looking at him.

"I'm glad you knew my mom too." Bradley looked down at her as she snuggled into him.

"I wish both of our mothers could be in attendance but you know." Mazy rubbed her eyes.

"Let's just go to sleep you know? We've been stressed let's not be stressed." Bradley placed a kiss on her cheek.

"You don't make sense. Good night I love you." Mazy snuggled into him.

"Goodnight little bird, love you too." Bradley kissed the back of her neck as they fell asleep together.

Mazy stood in the kitchen with the fridge door open.

“Our food is gonna go bad if you keep standing there with the door open.” Bradley hummed as he came in from outside. Bradley likes tending to the garden when he had off time.

“I’m so hungry,” Mazy shut the door and leaned against the counter rubbing her face.

“Pregnancy moment?” Bradley grabbed a glass from the cupboard and filled it with water from the sink.

“Yeah,” Mazy opened up the cabinet and grabbed a box of gold fish crackers. Always a comfort snack of her.

Bradley grabbed under her butt and lifted her onto the island counter, “Thank you Hun.”

“Mhm,” Bradley hummed as he chugged the cup of water and filled his cup again. He was rocking possibly Mazy’s favorite sight ever. An open floral shirt, khaki shorts, and some old school vans.

“You’re hot you know that?” Mazy giggled shoving a handful of goldfish crackers into her mouth.

“Oh I’m self aware of how to woo you,” Bradley kissed her cheek.

“I feel like I’m on the worst period of my life. My hormones are absolutely ridiculous.” She leaned her head forward onto his shoulder.

“Oh I’m so sorry darlin’,” Bradley rubbed her back taking in her fresh scent.

“I felt so nauseated this morning. Not exactly morning sickness but I know it’s coming, my boobs hurt so badly.” Mazy chuckled picking up her head.

“Maybe I can fix that,” Bradley winked.

“Stop,” Mazy giggled and ruffled his sandy hair.

“I saw you invited Hangman to the wedding when I took the envelopes to the post office.” Bradley hummed lifting Mazy up and carrying her to the couch.

“I mean he did literally save your and my fathers life. Plus I think he’s gotten some sense knocked into that big Texan head.” Mazy smiled as she laid between Bradley’s legs. He ran a hand mindlessly through her brown hair.

“I guess I just. He’s always been kind of a dick.” Bradley sighed.

“I’ve been talking to him more I trust he’ll not act like an idiot.” Mazy looked up at him.

“If you can trust him I’ll trust him. I support your choices and trust you.” Bradley kissed the top of her head.

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Dressing to Impress: Plus Size Outfits for Wedding Guests

Weddings are a beautiful celebration of love, family, and joy, and they offer the perfect opportunity to dress up and show off your personal style. However, finding the right outfit for the occasion can feel like a challenge, especially for plus-size individuals. The good news? With evolving fashion trends and the growing emphasis on inclusive design, there are countless plus size outfits for wedding guests that are stylish, comfortable, and flattering.

Whether you're attending a traditional ceremony, a chic modern celebration, or an outdoor garden wedding, this guide will help you explore the best options to make you feel confident and look radiant on the big day.

 Understanding the Dress Code

The first step to choosing the perfect wedding guest outfit is understanding the dress code. Wedding invitations often provide clues about the level of formality expected, such as:

Black Tie: Opt for floor-length gowns or elegant cocktail dresses.

Semi-Formal or Cocktail: Choose knee-length dresses, jumpsuits, or flowy skirts paired with chic tops.

Casual: Embrace comfortable yet polished options like maxi dresses, sundresses, or tailored pants with blouses.

For plus-size wedding guests, this means focusing on styles and fabrics that flatter your body type while staying true to the dress code.

Styles That Work for Plus-Size Wedding Guests

1. Elegant Maxi Dresses

Maxi dresses are a timeless choice for wedding guests, offering both comfort and style. Their flowy silhouette creates a graceful look, making them perfect for semi-formal and casual weddings.

Look for empire waists or A-line cuts to highlight your curves.

Choose fabrics like chiffon, georgette, or jersey for a flattering drape.

Floral prints, pastel shades, and subtle embellishments work beautifully for daytime weddings, while darker tones with metallic accents shine at evening events.

2. Flattering Wrap Dresses

Wrap dresses are a go-to option for plus-size women, thanks to their adjustable fit and ability to accentuate the waist.

V-necklines elongate the neck and draw attention to the face.

Opt for dresses with flutter sleeves or three-quarter sleeves for added comfort and coverage.

Pair with statement jewelry and block heels for a polished look.

3.��Chic Jumpsuits

For those who prefer something modern and unconventional, jumpsuits are an excellent alternative to dresses.

Wide-leg jumpsuits with a belted waist create a balanced silhouette.

Choose designs with interesting details like off-shoulder necklines, lace overlays, or sequins for a touch of glamour.

Jumpsuits in solid colors like navy, burgundy, or emerald are versatile and sophisticated.

4. Lehengas and Sarees

If you’re attending a traditional wedding, lehengas and sarees are classic choices. Plus-size women can rock these outfits by focusing on fabric, draping, and fit.

High-waisted lehengas paired with crop tops or long kurtas highlight the waist beautifully.

For sarees, opt for lightweight fabrics like chiffon, crepe, or georgette for an effortless drape.

Pre-stitched or pre-draped sarees are a convenient and stylish option for wedding guests.

5. Tailored Skirts and Tops

For casual or semi-formal weddings, consider a midi skirt paired with a stylish blouse.

A-line or pleated skirts create a flattering silhouette, while fitted tops or blouses with embellishments add a touch of elegance.

Choose bold prints or rich fabrics to make a statement without overshadowing the bridal party.

Colors and Fabrics to Consider

1. Colors

When choosing plus size outfits for wedding guests, consider the wedding theme and season:

Spring and Summer Weddings: Soft pastels, floral prints, and bright colors like coral or lavender.

Fall Weddings: Earthy tones such as mustard, olive green, burgundy, and burnt orange.

Winter Weddings: Jewel tones like emerald, navy, or deep red, paired with metallic accents.

Avoid wearing white (unless explicitly allowed by the couple) or anything too similar to the bridal party’s colors.

2. Fabrics

Comfort is key when selecting fabrics, especially for long ceremonies or receptions.

Lightweight and breathable materials like cotton, linen, and chiffon work well for warm-weather weddings.

For evening or formal events, go for luxurious fabrics like velvet, silk, or satin.

Accessorizing Your Outfit

The right accessories can elevate any outfit and complete your wedding guest look.

Jewelry: Statement necklaces, chandelier earrings, or stacked bangles can add sparkle without overwhelming your outfit.

Shoes: Choose footwear that’s both stylish and comfortable. Block heels, wedges, or embellished flats are great options.

Clutches and Bags: A small clutch or crossbody bag is perfect for carrying essentials like your phone, lipstick, and tissues.

Wraps and Jackets: For outdoor or winter weddings, add a stylish shawl, cape, or jacket to stay cozy.

Styling Tips for Confidence

1. Fit Is Everything

No matter what style you choose, ensure that your outfit fits well. Tailored garments not only look better but also make you feel more confident.

2. Highlight Your Best Features

Focus on cuts and designs that accentuate your favorite features. For example, V-necklines, cinched waists, and flowy skirts can create a stunning look for plus-size individuals.

3. Comfort Matters

Comfort is just as important as style, especially when attending long ceremonies. Choose outfits that allow you to move, dance, and enjoy the festivities without feeling restricted.

 Celebrate Your Style

Gone are the days when fashion options for plus-size wedding guests were limited. Today, there’s a world of beautiful and diverse styles to choose from, ensuring that everyone can feel confident and stylish while celebrating love.

The key to finding the perfect plus size outfits for wedding guests is to focus on what makes you feel amazing. Whether it’s a flowy maxi dress, a modern jumpsuit, or a traditional lehenga, the right outfit is one that reflects your personality and helps you shine throughout the event.

After all, weddings are about joy and togetherness, and your style should reflect that spirit. So embrace your curves, celebrate your individuality, and step into the celebration with confidence and flair!