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Bun Crowns // Ziptie Jewelry

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Lacemade dresses that remind me of Elain:

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Paolo Sebastian | A Lover's Kiss

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Paolo Sebastian | A Lover's Kiss

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It's kinda a poor image, but here ya go!

(also note the uniform he is wearing)

KNY spoilers

I just know *if* Shinobus body had been found, Giyuu would’ve added part of her haori to his.

Brb. Gonna go die cry now.

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A Heart of Gold | wip wednesday

lucien x elain

This is my WIP elucien week fic, loosely based on the myth of King Midas. I offer my squawking, ugly little duckling to you all...

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Once upon a time, there was a kingdom of ancient misted forests and seaside cliffs hewn by the hands of time. It was a land where simple mortals and the immortal trickster Fae lived side by side. A place where fantastical beasts roamed all four Seasonal Courts, the Sun and stars aligned in magical Solar Courts, where monsters lurked in Night...

In this kingdom, there lived a wealthy mortal by the name of Archeron. His vast estate was lined with ancient books and maps, with trunks full of precious gemstones. Cellars of fine wines and spices spoke of his travels. He was known to all as the Prince of Merchants.

The lord had three daughters, each more lovely than the last. And they lived a good life. But over the years, Archeron grew dissatisfied with his own prosperity, wanting more. He watched the Fae to the North of the Wall through glittering, greedy eyes, how they amassed great fortunes over their immortal lifetimes, and grew jealous of their elemental magic. The mortal man coveted such raw power. 

So, he sailed his fleet of trading vessels along perilous coastlines, through choppy seas. He sought out faster, more dangerous routes to transport his goods. He gambled with his wealth, taking great risks for small rewards. 

And then, in a single day, the Prince of Merchants, lost his crown. The missive came after noon. His eldest daughter, Nesta, had just finished her dance lessons. The youngest, Feyre, was running wild on the grounds. And Elain, his sweet Elain, was tending the gardens. 

Lord Archeron held the missive in hand. Lost. Every vessel crashed upon the rocks. The tempests of the Continent had taken them. He knew the risks. The shorelines surrounding Bharat were fraught with peril. But the straights had guaranteed the fastest return for his investment, and Archeron was in vast sums of debt, had borrowed too much.

For the Prince of Merchants loved gold. Coffers filled, pockets lined. Threads of gold along his bed linens, to fill his dreams. He wanted it ringing his fingers, and cuffing his daughters’ wrists. There was never enough. Now, there was none. 

As if on cue, Elain, entered with the tea, the fine porcelain clinking as she set it down. She took in his drawn face, parchment clutched in hand. “Papa? What's happened?” 

The Prince of Merchants dropped to his chair, head in hands, the letter in his fist. 

Elain knelt at his side. “What’s happened?” Her troubled eyes, the soft brown of a meadowlark. “Please.” 

Nesta entered with a rustle of skirts and a clip of her heels. “Elain? What are you doing on the floor?” The eldest walked with the strength of steel and the grace of fire. A savage, beautiful creature, she unapologetically peeled back artifice, like the sharpest of blades. 

“It’s Papa. He’s not well.” Elain’s graceful hands, with their chipped fingernails and scratched palms from clearing the garden, took the letter from their father’s. 

She passed it to Nesta, who rapidly read across the page, then ground out, “how could you?” Archeron’s shoulders slumped forward. Sad brown eyes stared at the floor. “How could you be so greedy, so foolish? Make such bad choices?” Silver flames flickered in the eldest sister’s gaze.  

He looked up at his two eldest, and whispered, “I am ruined.”

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Literally same....

I know it's my fault for using "Star" as a nickname but damn, everyone said "you are taking Glow and nothing else" 🥲

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Just because I ship Elain with Lucien (her mate) doesn’t make me a misogynist. It doesn’t mean that I hate Elain.

I’m a Gwynriel shipper, and that also doesn’t mean I hate Elain. Tbh, her character is growing on me. And, I’m sure I’ll love her once we get her book.

I’m just tired of the false morality high ground that a certain ship possesses in order to silent the rest of us.

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Rami Kadi | Les Miroirs

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Lmao, she for sure would've been like "He's trying to make me like his mother - a perfect subservient woman who would never dare speak up to him." Even though Tamlin probably just wanted Feyre to have nice clothes...

feyres wardrobe

Is anyone else super put off by the fact that the dresses rhysand’s mother made for his future mate were super sexualized? Like if her tits aren’t out her entire torso is. Like she’s explicitly made to look like rhys’s sex doll whore and she uses THE DRESSES HER ML MADE

not to mention its an ENTIRE wardrobe. If it was a few special dresses I’d be like aww sweet. BUT A WHOLE CLOSET. Like what if his mate has a different style or smth??? There’s so many things wrong with ACOTAR but this is just gross from the perspective of a mother. Like why is she designing his wife to have max sex appeal😭

You’re also telling me fashion hasn’t changed at all in the last few centuries?

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Dress, 1848-50.

@VandA

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Hass Idriss | Untitled Creation 2024

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Hass Idriss | Untitiled Creation 2024

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Teuta Matoshi | Fall/Winter 2023

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Teuta Matoshi | Spring/Summer 2024

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Hass Idriss | Untitled Creation 2024