#undersleeves

[tanuki-kimono]

["Garnish"] undersleeves (and matching decorative collar) by Homue, with two models, one flowery and the other more cristal-like.

I like how those kind of modern accessories in fact echo past ones. here those sleeves reminds me of 18th century "engageantes". You can find another modern take in kimono fashion here.

[royalty-nobility]

Portrait of Mary Fitzalan, Duchess of Norfolk

Artist: Hans Eworth (Flemish, c. 1520–1574)

Date: 1565

Medium: Oil on panel

Collection: Yale Center for British Art, New Haven, CT, United States

Lady Mary Fitzalan

Mary Howard, Duchess of Norfolk (née Lady Mary FitzAlan; 1540 – 23/25 August 1557) was an English noblewoman and translator of the English language. The daughter and sole heiress of Henry FitzAlan, 12th Earl of Arundel, she married Thomas Howard, 4th Duke of Norfolk. She died as a teenager shortly after the birth of her son, the Saint Catholic Philip Howard, 13th Earl of Arundel, who lived to unite the FitzAlans and Howards into one dynasty, with Arundel Castle as its seat.

[zachdoesfanart]

My way of saying thanks to @kittarts: a re-draw of a scen from Coraline with an older Coraline and Wybie! I hope you like it!

[marzipanandminutiae]

[wakes up in a cold sweat] late 1870s mantle embroidered with the Abhorsen surcoat design is that anything

[iamstuckinthevoid]

I'm an emo by circumstance tbh

[raspberry-gloaming]

I'm curious to what type of robes she would be allowed to wear. Like everything on Gallifrey, clothing seems to be linked to rank, even if it is mainly to do with how many shevrons your robes have in classic who. Leela is different - an outsider, but also has the rank of lady. I feel like there's a big debate amongst time lords of whether its worse for her to wear time lord tm robes without being a timelord or to where her home culture's clothing with so much exposed skin. Leela on the other hand doesn't give one fuck. She is cutting the sleeves off robes and suddenly they have the worst of both options.

really the most plausible clothes for leela to wear would be modified time lord robes. like she just nicks some standard robes and cuts the sleeves off to the horror of all time lords everywhere. and rolls with it

[cringeborg]

Julie - 1840s day dress

Surprise! 3-5 outfits in 4 days? You betcha! I'm unemployed.

This is more late 1840s than early 1840s. Could work for early 1850s, even. Named after a somewhat niche opera character. I think she'd like this dress.

It's nothing fancy. 6 packages, 2 meshes, 150 swatches, 2 color overlays. I did some math and there should be 307,200 combinations. Can't guarantee my math is correct though.

As a whole this set is about 35 MB. Not bad!

AF Dress

BGC

Plain+Stripes: 60 swatches

Patterns: 90 swatches

Tagged as feminine

Found in the Long Dresses category

Polycount: 6494

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TF Dress

Shorter variant for teens

AF version is required!*

Plain+Stripes: 60 swatches

Patterns: 90 swatches

Tagged as feminine

Found in the Short Dresses category

Polycount: 6530

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Overlay A

Swatch overlay for the collar and undersleeves

32 swatches

Found in the Necklaces category

Overlay B

Swatch overlay for the lace on the outer sleeve

32 swatches

Found in the Bracelets category

*Both TF versions require their adult equivalents to work. If you want the plain TF dress, you need to download the plain AF dress, and if you want the patterned TF dress, you need the patterned AF dress. This was done to reduce file size. The adult versions still work independently.

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My TOU

[frostedmagnolias]

Dress

c. 1858

“Blue, pink, and green plaid silk taffeta dress. Bodice has scalloped neckline to waist and a hook-and-eye front closure. Collar, inner bodice, and undersleeves are made of white muslin trimmed with eyelet embroidery. Two-tiered pagoda sleeves are edged with blue and black silk fringe and two rows of scalloped taffeta at the top of the sleeve. Full gathered skirt with self-piping at waist. Bodice and sleeves lined with brown glazed cotton. This dress was worn by Matilda Bamburger Stein (1831-1919), who was born in Germany and immigrated to America in order to marry.”

Maryland Center for History and Culture

[theweepingangelofcas]

All Mine - William Moriarty x Reader

Smutty William drabble go brrrrrr (Inspired by the song Run Baby Run - Dutch Melrose) Word count: 2.1k Content Warning: p.i.v, unprotected smexy times (wrap it before you tap it, kiddos!), praise kink, brief mentions of kidnapping, mild gore in the first like two paragraphs, character death (not William or Reader), tooth rotting fluff, oral (fem receiving), breeding kink, possessive William, humorous ending, my man William is a little subby at heart, but he's still a top but a SERVICE TOP ahuigddjaio;hgdp Minors d.n.i

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You had been taken from him.

Some rich nobleman, furious that his biggest investors were being strategically killed off like flies. He had tracked it down to one man, William Moriarty.

But oh, did he want the man to suffer. So he took the one thing William held dear. His sweet wife, Y/N.

But, it had backfired.

William was more than happy to sink the knife deep into his jugular. He relished in the red oozing from the wound, smiling gleefully.

You were behind him, still tied up and paralyzed in fear on the floor. Your eyes were closed, just like William told you to.

You felt yourself be swept up into his arms, the sensation of his footsteps and his thumping heart reverberating through your entire body.

"You can open your eyes now." He was setting you onto a plush mattress, likely one of your captors guest rooms.

You took in William's face. Concern was etched on his porcelain skin, the corners of his mouth downturned with worry.

"Please, please tell me you're alright. Tell me I got to you in time. Tell me he didn't hurt you." His arms were wrapped around your torso now, gripping you like you would float away if he let go. William's forehead was resting gingerly on your shoulder.

Your own hand came up to cradle his head, "Yes. I'm alright, my beloved. I'm so happy you found me."

He looked back up at you, but your lips were crashing into his before he could speak.

Though surprised, he kissed you back almost immediately. It was if all the adrenaline had turned into want within moments.

He finally had you again. You were finally safe, back in his arms.

The kiss turns deeper. Your hands are now clutching him, fingers tangled in his golden hair. You pull back for a moment, only to see that he's blushing.

"I missed you, Will..."

Gulping, he gasped out, "Oh, my darling... I thought I'd lost you." His hands wandered down, clasping onto your waist, "I thought I'd never get you back. I can't be without you..."

His right hand hovered over your thighs, and he looked up at you for permission.

"Do whatever you want to do. You are my knight in shining armor, after all." You smiled at him. You were exhausted, but something about the relief and elation on his face made you gain a bit of your strength back.

Strong fingers groped your ass with a tenderness only your dear lover could have. You shed your bodice and undersleeve, discarding it somewhere across the room. You didn't want to see it after this. His lips found yours once more, sweet nothings being whispered between every one.

"I finally have you again..."

He mouthed lower, this time along the underside of your jaw.

"I was so scared for you..."

Your neck this time. A mark is being sucked upon your fragile skin, which he soothes with his tongue. Simultaneously, the strings of your corset are being undone. He has very little trouble with it. After all, it was the same corset he had helped you put on days prior. You took a few deep breaths once you were relieved of it, trying to calm your racing heart.

You had missed his scent. The softness of his hair. The smooth feeling of his skin. Everything. You had missed your William.

Finally, your petticoat and overskirt are practically ripped off your body, thrown away with the rest of your clothes. He pulled back to admire you, and you saw his pupils dilate as he looked you up and down. Just seeing your unmarred skin gave him more relief than he knew he was capable of feeling.

You saw his hands hesitate, lifted awkwardly above your breasts with apprehension.

"Darling, you won't break me." Rolling your eyes, your hands grabbed his, guiding him to palm your chest. He exhaled shakily, like he was trying to hold himself back.

"Maybe we shouldn't do this," Despite his hesitation, he wasn't pulling back, "We should get you home first..."

You stopped him with a finger to his lips, "My dear, if you don't make love to me this instant, I'm walking out the front door nude."

Sanguine eyes widened, his pallor flushing, "O-oh. Alrighty then."

Your back hit the bed with a soft thud, and he was caging you in below him. You could feel his hardness against your hip, but he seemed to pay no mind to that. He was too busy suckling on your right breast to even notice his own arousal. You felt his tongue circle your nipple, before delivering a gentle nip with his teeth. Your other breast was being fondled, while his free hand rubbed comforting circles into your thigh.

Heavy lidded eyes gazed up at your face, taking in your sweet features. All you could do in response was give him a kind smile.

"You're doing so good, William."

His eyes unfocused then, and you could see his mind get all syrupy with desire.

"You saved me. I'm all yours, my love. Forever."

You felt his spare hand go lower, now groping your plush thighs. All the while, he continued his loving assault on your chest. He eventually popped off your skin, panting like he'd run a marathon.

"You had your fill yet?" Your hand covered your mouth as you tried to suppress a giggle.

He shook his head, "Never. But, I feel I've been neglecting the sweetest parts of you..."

His palms found your inner thighs, spreading your legs with a gentleness only he could ever show you. He dove into your sweet core without hesitation, lapping at your wetness like he was a man dying of thirst.

Oh god, did it feel heavenly.

Your fingers wove themselves into his hair, subconsciously pushing him deeper into your heat. He obliged happily, moaning at the taste he had been deprived of. His lips found your clit, sucking it harshly in a way that had you squirming.

"Oh my god, William-! Feels- Feels so good!" You babbled incoherently. After days of fear, it was as though all your senses had been heightened by adrenaline. The feeling of him tasting you was near maddening.

He hummed in response, which only sent more sensations to your poor rosebud. Two fingers were circling your opening, one of them plunging in.

He lifted up for just a moment. You could see his chin shining from your slick.

"Tell me if I'm going too fast, my angel."

Another finger. You subconsciously clenched your thighs around his head at the stretch.

He shushed you tenderly, "Shhh. It's okay. You're doing so good. Just relax into it."

Scissoring his digits apart, you hissed in discomfort, but it was soon drowned out by another moan as he continued his ministrations on your clit. Once you loosened around him, he added another, finally prodding at your most sensitive spots. You felt another rush of slick dribble out of you in response, which he drank up greedily.

"Oh fuck, angel, you're so damn perfect..." He finally lifted up, pinning your hips down with his arm as he continued to finger you, "I swear I'm going to make you forget about everything that's happened here. You won't remember a single bad thing. It will all be replaced by me. I promise."

He stopped his abuse on your sensitive core, finally unbuttoning his trousers and pulling them down frantically. Once his underwear was gone, his hard arousal sprung free, bumping against your thigh as he hovered over you.

"Do you think you're ready, my love?" His hands spread your thighs once more. You didn't even realize you had closed them.

Nodding, you huffed out a response, "Yes, my dear. I'm always ready. Please... Please just ruin me."

He tutted, guiding his length to line up with your center, "If that's what my darling wife requests..."

You felt the head of his member push itself into you. Despite his prep earlier, it was still a stretch, and your fingers found purchase in his back.

"I'll ruin you as much as you want, love."

He slammed the rest of his length into you, and you nearly screamed his name as he pounded your cervix head on. Despite it only being days since you two last made love, he still felt absolutely massive inside you. You don't think you'll ever get used to it.

But, you're okay with it. Especially with how good he could hit your g-spot with every thrust.

One arm was used to keep himself steady on the bed, the other was fondling your breasts again, "Look at you. All mine..." His mouth went to your collar, nipping at your sensitive skin, "No one will take you from me ever again. No one- No one!"

A harder bite. You knew you'd be covered in marks after this.

Your hands grasped his suit tie, "Fuck, please my love, take your shirt off. Please."

He grunted, stripping off his vest and tie, still pounding into you with vigor. Your fingers shakily unbuttoned his dress shirt, discarding it as well. With him finally being fully nude, your nails dug into his back, only spurring him on to continue destroying you.

It was like his hardness was carving out a space inside of you, ruining you for anyone besides him. Fitting together perfectly, like it was always meant to be like this. Like it was always supposed to be you and your sweet William, together, against the rest of the world.

You gasped out curses as his fingers found your clit again, rubbing gentle circles in the way he knew you loved. It like your very blood was on fire, screaming out for more. You wanted every bit of pleasure and relief he could give to you. Luckily, he was happy to give it.

"Fuck, Will- I'm so close-!" You buried your head into his shoulder, biting back moans and curses.

You could feel him nod above you, "I know, my dear. Don't be afraid. Cum for me. Let go."

With a final harsh pinch on your clit, you felt yourself shatter apart like fragile glass.

Your vision nearly whited out, and you could hear high pitched moaning of his name. It took you a second to realize that the moaning was yours. Your nails felt something warm beneath them, and you could faintly register that you had clawed him so hard you had drawn a bit of blood. But he didn't seem to care, still fucking you through your high.

"Y/n, I'm getting close too..." He groaned, trying not to lose his mind at the feeling of you clenching around him.

"Inside-! Cum inside, please, William!" You were near delirious at this point. Normally, both of you were so cautious about letting him cum inside. It was risky, after all. But right now, after he had finally saved you? Now that you were safe in his arms again? You couldn't find yourself to give a damn about any risks.

He was panting into your skin, mouthing at your neck, "Oh my god- Are you sure? Y/n, you have to tell me you're sure-" He broke off with a moan, and one of his hands gripped your side for dear life.

"Yes! Fuck yes!" you were wailing his name, clinging onto him. Clinging onto your beloved darling.

"Oh fuck-! I'm gonna cum. Y/n, I'm gonna cum-!"

He bit down on your shoulder as he came, and it was as though fireworks were exploding inside his head. Spurts of hot cum shot into you, and you could vaguely feel the warmth spread inside. He was grunting, groaning out your name and curses you couldn't quite understand. Vaguely, you could feel your shoulder ache where he had bit you, but you couldn't bring yourself to care.

Finally, he collapsed on top of you, breathing heavily. His cloudy eyes searched your face, "Are you alright still, my love? I- I didn't mean to go so rough..." He sheepishly avoided your eyes, instead choosing to gaze down at your chest.

"You dare ask me that after we literally just made love? Amazingly so?" You laughed, hands coming up to cradle his face. You could see a tint of red on your fingertips, and you grimaced, "I didn't mean to go so rough either..."

He shook his head, "Nonsense. I barely even felt that..." Sighing, his head resting upon your bosom, "Goodness, the others are probably looking for us now. I had told Fred to bring you your pajamas..."

As if on cue, there was a knock on the door, and you both gasped. Scrambling to cover you, William called out, "Fred? Is that you?"

A moment of silence, before a quiet voice continued, "Yes, Lord Moriarty. I brought Y/n's nightgown. Is she there with you? May I come in?"

"NO!" You both shouted, and you could faintly hear Moran outside the door as well, trying to cover his laughter.

"Do'ya want us to just leave her stuff outside here then? Y'can come and grab it when you need it?" Moran was speaking now, his gruff voice light with humor, "I take it you two are... Busy?"

Your face flushed, but your husband barely seemed to care. He was just happy to have you back.

"Yes, Mr. Moran. I'll come collect it in a minute. You two may take your leave and wait in the carriage, if you need."

He looked back at you, taking in your half covered figure on last time before kissing your cheek.

"So, my love, shall we head home?"

[ladystoneboobs]

Ser Jaime Lannister was twin to Queen Cersei; tall and golden, with flashing green eyes and a smile that cut like a knife. He wore crimson silk, high black boots, a black satin cloak. -Jon I, aGoT

The queen wore a high-collared black silk gown, with a hundred dark red rubies sewn into her bodice, covering her from neck to bosom. -Sansa IV, aGoT

Joff wore plush black velvets slashed with crimson, a shimmering cloth-of-gold cape with a high collar, and on his head a golden crown crusted with rubies and black diamonds. -Sansa V, aGoT

His queen mother stood beside him in a black mourning gown slashed with crimson, a veil of black diamonds in her hair. -Arya V, aGoT

[Tyrion's] doublet was black velvet covered with golden studs in the shape of lions' heads, the chain a loop of solid gold hands, the fingers of each clasping the wrist of the next. Pod brought him a cloak of crimson silk fringed in gold, cut to his height. -Tyrion III, aCoK

Lancel was pacing before the ashes of the hearth, garbed in slashed red velvet with black silk undersleeves, a jeweled dagger and a gilded scabbard hanging from his swordbelt. -Tyrion VII, aCoK

King Joffrey sat above them all, amongst the blades and barbs of the Iron Throne. He was in crimson samite, his black mantle studded with rubies, on his head his heavy golden crown. -Sansa VIII, aCoK

Tyrion looked over his wardrobe, and chose a pair of tight satin breeches in Lannister crimson and his best doublet, the heavy black velvet with the lion's head studs. -Tyrion II, aSoS

Tyrion wore a doublet of black velvet covered with golden scrollwork, thigh-high boots that added three inches to his height, a chain of rubies and lions' heads. -Sansa III, aSoS

He[Tyrion] inspected his new doublet, crimson velvet with padded shoulders and puffed sleeves slashed to show the black satin underlining. A handsome garment. -Tyrion VIII, aSoS

Joffrey wore striped black-and-crimson breeches and a cloth-of-gold doublet with black satin sleeves and onyx studs. -Tyrion VIII, aSoS

The candlelight woke fires in the rubies that decorated the bodice of Cersei's mourning dress as well. -Jaime VII, aSoS

When he descended for the feast that night, Jaime Lannister wore a doublet of red velvet slashed with cloth-of-gold, and a golden chain studded with black diamonds. -Jaime IV, aFfC

that's 13, count 'em, it's 13, instances of Lannisters in Targ colors. 2 for slayer of the last dragonking but also proud sisterfucker Jaime, 3 for incestuous Mad Queen Cersei, 3 for incest abomination cruel tyrant Joffrey, 4 for Tyrion, the dwarf who dreamed of dragonriding, and even 1 for Lancel actually in Targ-cosplay-by-proxy in his Jaime cosplay, possibly picked out by Cersei. (Yes, black is also a Baratheon color, so it makes sense that Joffrey, offficially a Baratheon king, would wear red, gold, and black for Lannister and Baratheon, but Jaime, Tyrion, and Lancel have no such reason to wear a black cloak, black doublets, black sleeves, etc. And while Targaryen red isn't meant to be the exact same as Lannister crimson, they're similar enough that both Houses make good uses of rubies, whether it be Rhaegar's armor or Joffrey's crown or the hilts and scabbards of Widow's Wail and Oathkeeper, so that Cersei's mourning dress isn't even an obvious Rhaegar reference.)

[kategraycosplay]

A little commotion for the dress!! I just need the undersleeves and the necklace, then she'll be ready. I'm going to do a full photoshoot in January with my terrible daughters!

[recycledmoviecostumes]

This red velvet gown was first worn in the 2008 film 𝑩𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒚, by Anna Friel as Elizabeth Bathory. Due to the style of the costume, it is unlikely that it originated with this film, and it almost certainly came from an earlier production.   The 2024 episode of 𝑹𝒐𝒚𝒂𝒍 𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒚 about Mary I, or Bloody Mary, also featured this gown, sans some of the adornments seen earlier, but adding proper undersleeves. It was worn by Olivia Hallinan as Queen Mary Tudor.   Please note that both of these productions do contain potentially problematic content (violence, sex, gore, etc), and Recycled Movie Costume's commentary on the costumes in a production is not necessarily a film/television recommendation. Please see our blog post about 𝑫𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒔 and how you can learn about what you watch before you watch it here: Bit.ly/MovieDisclaimers    

[marzipanandminutiae]

there is a reproduced 1909 magazine story in this book I read recently (The Female Economy by Wendy Gamber it is amazing oh my god) that just makes my soul depart my body

it's about a woman who decides to make her own new dress undersleeves to save money, and enlists a dressmaker to do the actual sewing. but she can Totally Cut The Sleeves Out Herself With This Paper Pattern So She's The One Making It Really

for reference as to why this is absolutely insane, cutting/fitting is the single hardest part of Victorian and Edwardian dressmaking. this is where all the Mathing and Thinking and Make Two-Dimensional Shapes Into Three-Dimensional Garments come into play. and contrary to popular belief, while most women at the time were accomplished seamstresses- in the sense of "putting fabric together using stitches, and likely also mending" -they didn't necessarily have a clue how to shape a garment. especially not the highly fitted bodices and imaginative sleeve shapes of the day. custom-made clothes from dressmakers were commonplace for most social strata in urban and suburban areas; even lower-middle and working-class women had "lesser" dressmakers they patronized

you do start seeing commercial patterns and home dressmaking manuals steadily increasing throughout the latter half of the 19th century and the early 20th, but in general there was no reason to assume that a random woman on the street could make herself a properly-fitted gown- or even just sleeves -from scratch. (not even with a pattern, which were notoriously scant on instructions back then)

a modern hobbyist historical costumer probably has more knowledge of how to actually make clothing from 1909 than the average woman living in 1909

so anyway this lady tells the professional dressmaker to stop giving her advice, she's got this, she's FINE HONEST. and then gets pissed at the dressmaker for not telling her she needed to include seam allowance in her pieces

for more reference, that is...

...the absolute most basic Day One sewing knowledge

[simstoricalish]

Sul sul! This green dress is literally my fav for Alicent in season 2, and with the new promo pics dropping I had access to better the details :) also I wish they hadn't deleted the getting ready for the wedding scene with Rhaenyra.

You will need:

this mesh by VB for the dresses

this MESH by cupcakeonastick for the ACC undersleeves

Enjoy!

Dress - Download

Undersleeves ACC - Download

[clusterfrock]

This project is finally finished! I started this dress back in July '24, thinking that I had plenty of time to finish it before my trip to Dickens on the Strand in December. Of course, I grossly underestimated my ability to get distracted, so I was, as is tradition, finishing this dress up in the hotel room the first night of the event. But hey, at least it was finished!

Things started with the skirt, which was based off several designs I kept seeing in 1850s fashion plates that have tiered skirts with ruffles on them. I had always slated that amazing plaid fabric for something mid-Victorian, and the ruffles seemed like a good way to accent such a busy fabric, and to help keep fabric usage down, as I only had 9 yards of the plaid.

The ruffles were attached to a plain black panel, which was then attached to a plaid panel, which was gathered onto the skirt base, which was also made of plain black taffeta.

I hadn't decided on a bodice design when I first started, and when it came time to make it I was definitely in a time crunch, so it's pretty much a straight make of Truly Victorian's TV440. The front closes with hooks and thread bars, but I ended up making it slightly too small, which led to gapping over the bust. I didn't have time to fully address this before the event, so I made a fichu in black taffeta that I could wear to cover it.

To make the fishu, I traced the back bodice pattern onto the fabric, then just drew in the tails in chalk. I mocked it up in cotton first, and then cut it out in taffeta. If I were to do it again, I would remember to put the taffeta on the bias so it would stretch over my bust correctly. The taffeta was also super slippery on top of the bodice, which was also taffeta, so even though I intended to wear it like a sontag, as seen above, I ended up wearing it with the tails down in front.

The undersleeves were finished in the hotel room just before my first event. You can't really see them in any of the pictures, but they definitely helped make the outfit feel complete, and I didn't have my naked forearms flapping around for all the world to see!

There's a much more in-depth writeup on my main costuming blog, including a lot of skirt math!

[tanuki-kimono]

Perfect example of Reiwa-era muji style by Furifu, with light monocolor outfit sprinkled with romantic accessories such as ruffles (underskirt), lace (obi and undersleeves), bow (obiage and hair), pearls (hair), etc.

Furifu listing also presents other muji stylings, including darker colors. The black outfit is my fav (kimono+boots = <3):