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Aemond wakes up in terror and cold sweat because of this face

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BEJEWLED 2022, dir. Taylor Swift

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BEJEWELED Taylor Swift (2022)

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Just imagine that Criston’s replying to Rhaenyra in his first message 💀

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Peter: I think I have fallen for you.

Catherine, not missing a beat: Get up.

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Cheat Sheet: Fantasy Dresses

gonna, gonnella, sottana, gamurra, or cotta (used interchangeably)

Beauty Adorns Virtue, they say, and the Italian Renaissance religiously lived by that quote. 

Fashionable gowns positioned female waistlines above the hips, accentuated the waist with a belt or girdle, and generously poured uninterrupted volumes of fabric towards the feet (Landini and Bulgarella 90). A wealthy early modern woman wore at least three—often four—complete layers of clothing in public. On special occasions a woman would wear another gown atop the gamurra called a giornea, usually patterned and made of velvet or silk brocade. 

Dress worn by actress: Holliday Grainger in The Borgias (2011)

robe à la française

looser-fitting and a welcome change for women used to wearing bodices. With flowing pleats from the shoulders was originally an undress fashion. At its most informal, this gown was unfitted both front and back and called a sacque. With a more relaxed style came a shift away from heavy fabrics, such as satin and velvet, to Indian cotton, silks and damasks. Also, these gowns were often made in lighter pastel shades that gave off a warm, graceful and childlike appearance. Later, for formal wear, the front was fitted to the body by means of a tightly-laced underbodice, while the back fell in loose box pleats called ‘Watteau pleats’ from their appearance in the paintings of Antoine Watteau.

 Imperial Russia Court Dress

By the early 18th century, dress at Peter’s court was not dissimilar to that of the courts of Central Europe, though he still aspired (as did all monarchs) to the level of sophistication seen in France at the court of Versailles. In the new, Imperial Russia, as in all other European Courts, public ceremonials required a specific and magnificent style of dress which reflected the power of the autocracy, yet which also reflected the national identity of its people.

Regency Era Dresses 

Regency gowns are characterized by a very high-waisted bodice, from which a lightweight fabric is gathered to fall to floor-length. The neckline of a Regency style dress was often cut square and very low, and small puffed sleeves often barely covered the shoulder. I’m sure we are all familiar with these as they have starred in Pride and Prejudice, Emma, Wuthering Heights and so many more because the world seems obsessed with this particular time period.

Works Cited

Eagles, Lane. “‘Beauty Adorns Virtue’: Italian Renaissance Fashion | Fashion History Timeline.” Fitnyc.edu, 2018, fashionhistory.fitnyc.edu/beauty-adorns-virtue-italian-renaissance-fashion/.

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A Guide to High Fantasy Worldbuilding

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1. Subgenre

One of the first things you need to establish in your story is the subgenre of the high fantasy story you'll be writing. But Azura, high fantasy is already a subgenre?? Yes, it is, but what type of high fantasy?

Different types of high fantasy will require different types of worldbuilding. For instance, dark fantasy needs horror elements and an eerie setting, while steampunk fantasy will have complex machinaries instead.

Here are some examples of high fantasy subgenres :

• Epic fantasy

• Steampunk fantasy

• Dark fantasy

• Medieval fantasy

• Heroic fantasy

• etc!

2. Magic system

Most high fantasy stories will have a magic system, so if you're planning to include one, you'll need to do loads of planning.

Who can or cannot use magic, and why is that? Is it inherited, learned, or both? Are there any taboos in using magic? Are magic users praised or feared? What's the limit of using magic? Are there any incantations or magical tools involved? There are countless questions to tackle while coming up with a magic system, so make sure you plot it in detail.

3. Culture

Where there's people, there's culture. Although it won't be too frequently mentioned, having certain cultures in your world will make your worldbuilding more realistic.

Are there religions? Do people worship God(s)? When are the holidays? Are there any unique traditions? What gestures are considered impolite? It's little things like these that bring your story to life.

4. Type of government

Naturally, your world will have a government system. Decide what yours will be. Republic? Monarchy? Democracy? Theocracy?

Your government should also reflect your time and location setting - maybe using an emperor or empress to reflect a more medieval timeline, and using a president for a more modern setting. If your world is going through a war, you can use a system governed by the military. I have a post about writing a fictional government, you can refer to it for more info!

5. Language

What language do the people in your WIP speak? Is it fictional or not? If your setting is in a single region, they'll probably have the same language, but if it's set in different parts of the world, it's only natural to have more than one language.

Different languages can also be used to indicate diversity. If you're wondering how to incorporate multiple languages in a single language book, try reading Six of Crows as a reference - it shows the contrast of people speaking in different languages perfectly, even though the book is only in English.

6. History

Having a history of your world will help you understand it better. Has there been any previous wars between nations or disputes between the government and civilians? Or has the land always been peaceful, for some reason?

A great way to record your world's history is to make a timeline of main events that affected the plot. I also suggest creating a history for your magic system - how magic was discovered and normalized.

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Fantasy Guide to Ladies fashion: Anatomy of a Renaissance gown

1. Chemise

This is a lightweight underdress of the gown. It is made of linen or lawn.

2. Kirtle

This is an underdress, shown under the gown. It can be plain or embroidered and made of any material.

3. Gown

This is worn over the other two. It can be made from any material or embroidered or jewel-encrusted.

4. The Sleeves

Some gowns have detachable sleeves. Tudor gowns often had these removable sleeves as they are easier to clean.

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Fantasy writeblrs:

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I Will Never Love Again

Fandom : Outlander

Pairing : Claire Beauchamp Fraser x Jamie Fraser (past)

Words : 1.1K+

"Who is Claire?" Lord John Grey asks one day as he and Jamie Fraser sat on opposite sides of a small table with a chess board between them.

Jamie, who been focusing on the chess board, snaps his head up quickly and looks John in the eye.

"Where did ye learn that name?" Jamie questions, it sounds more like a demand.

He feels cold hearing Claire's name after all this time. Jamie could not even bear to speak that name himself. Even a mention of her made his hair stand on end.

"You call out her name in your sleep, I heard you that day you fell asleep in the parlor." John explains and holds his hands up as if to surrender.

"She's no one." Jamie answers. He's calmer than before, but he still feels cold.

"Telling by how pale you are I can tell that isn't true." Lord John tells him and puts his focus back in the game of chess. He moves a piece on the board and captures one of Jamie's knights.

Jamie didn't want to tell John about Claire. He feared if he spoke of her his heart would shatter all over. He remembered when he came to at Lallybroch  in the days after Culloden when he realized that Claire was really gone. He cried and refused to eat or drink for days. Now the only place he saw her was when he was delirious with fever or in his dreams. Jamie knew that Lord John would not leave the matter alone so he relented. 

Jamie sighs. "Claire, she was my wife."

"I did not know you were married." John says.

Jamie notices how disappointed he sounds. He knew how John felt about him and this was as close as the lord would get to admitting it aloud.

"I dinna like to talk of it." Jamie said and looks at the  chess board. His brain whirls with regret, guilt, and pain.

"Where is she now?" John asks as Jamie fiddles with one of his pawns while his elbows rested on the table.

Jamie gives a short reply. "Gone."

"How long has she been gone?" The lord asks.

Jamie wished he could drop the chess pieces to retreat back to his quarters, but he knew his freedom was not his own. He remembered his place here. He was not Jamie Fraser anymore. He died the moment Claire went through the stones at Craigh na Dun.

"Six years, ten months and eighteen days." Jamie tells John.

John looks perplexed at the exact time Jamie gave him.

"You loved her." John said quietly.

"Aye," Jamie replies. "More than life."

Hot tears fill his eyes and threaten to flow from the corners of his eyes.

"Do you think in time you will move on?" John questions.

Jamie can hear the hope in his voice and maybe it this was a world that Claire never existed maybe he could have loved John. Even when Jamie had thoughts like something else pops in his mind. Claire was his world. Ever since she had been gone everything had been strange. He felt little enjoyment for anything, food had no taste. He would never move on, he couldn't. Not when memories of her face were so fresh in his mind. He remembered Claire's smile, how it felt when she pressed her lips to his, how her hand felt entwined with his, and every inch of her skin. Sometimes when he was on the edge of sleep he could hear her whispering in his ear.

"No, never," Jamie says as the tears begin to fall. "She's the first thought when I wake, the last when I sleep, and will be the last when I die. I will never love again."

Jamie stands from the table with the chess board and leaves Lord John alone in the parlor.

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Around a month later Jamie is in Helwater's horse stable brushing a large brown horse's coat. The beast was extremely friendly and leaned into his touch, but as usual the red haired Scot's mind was elsewhere.

"Mackenzie." Jamie hears someone behind him.

He turns to see Geneva Dunsany standing in the doorway. She's dressed for riding, her face is flush in the autumn air which was a stark contrast to her dark hair. If she was farther away Jamie might have mistook her for Claire.

"Lady Dunsany, allow me to saddle your horse." Jamie says and puts down the horse's brush.

"I am not here for riding. I would like a word with you." Geneva corrected and stepped into the stable.

She's careful to keep the hem of her dress from getting stained. Jamie picks the brush back up and continues grooming the horse. It had been only a few days since he had been forced to take her maidenhood and he had been avoiding her ever since.

"I am all ears, my lady." Jamie halfheartedly replies.

Geneva lets put out a deep breath, "I love you, Mackenzie."

The Scot turns to look at the English woman. Her face is red from embarrassment and the sight of her makes his stomach curdle like milk.

"No, ye do not." He tells her.

Jamie watches confusion and then anger flash on her face.

"I am pouring my heart out to you. I know you think of me as a silly little girl, but I know what I feel. And I want you to know the contents of my heart." Geneva cried with an angry expression.

"There's a difference between love and lust, lass." Jamie tells her and turns his back on Geneva.

"What do you know about love? You are heartless." Geneva accuses.

Jamie whips around and looks at her. When she sees how upset he is she takes a step back.

"You are right."

"About what?" She asks timidly.

"That I am heartless, that I have no love to give. My heart died with my wife." Jamie replies.

He has a death grip on the horse brush. His knuckles are white from squeezing it as hard as he can. He has no care when the bristles dig painfully into his skin.

"I did not know you were married." She said quietly.

"She was the love of my life and I will never love again." Jamie tells Geneva.

"In time could you love me, could you forget her?"

Jamie turns to the girl. Her face is tear streaked, he knew he should feel sorry for making her feel so bad, but she was not Claire and she would never come close.

"No, I will never love again." he repeats and turns back to his work.

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Dickinson Fics

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This Wasn’t For You

Fandom : Dickinson

Pairing : Emily Dickinson x Sue Gilbert

Words : 1.2K+

"I get it." Sam said with a look of pity.

The expression on his face made Emily Dickinson's mind whirl with anger red as blood.

"No, Sam. You don't-," Emily starts, but Sam Bowles begins to speak over her.

"You had a crush on me and I didn't reciprocate." Sam tells her. He’s so sure of himself.

Emily can't help, but crack a smile. She begins to laugh at him. Sam's face drops when he hears Emily laughter.

"What's so funny?" he asks.

Emily snorts as she continues laughing at Sam. He looks at her with a strange look on his face.

"This wasn't for you," Emily says with a wide smile. "All this was never about you."

"But, the letter-," Sam started. It's Emily's turn to cut him off.

"Oh, yes. The letter to your wife," Emily said amused, "I feel like my feelings for someone else got caught up in the letter. I tried to tell you that at the opera, but you don't listen."

Emily lets out another huff of laughter at Sam's bewildered face.

"What was this all about then? Why did you want to be published so badly?" Sam asks her and gestures wildly.

"Are you blind? Or maybe it's your head so far up your own ass you hardly notice what's right in front of you." Emily says to him while matching his gesturing.

"Emily."

"This was about Sue. It always has been and it always will be." Emily told him in a calmer tone of voice.

It's Sam's turn to let out a bark of laughter, "you and Sue? That's rich."

"Is it? Maybe if you paid attention to someone besides trying to turn everyone's pockets outward you would see it." Emily replies.

"You know Sue and I slept together and now you're upset because you think I stole her from you?" Sam asks in an exasperated tone of voice.

Emily's lips flatten into a straight line, "at first I was, but then I remember no matter who we're with or where we are. Sue and I will always belong to each other."

"You're delusional!" Sam tells her.

"No," Emily shoots back. "No, I'm not. Sam, this is not the love story you think it is. This isn't some forbidden affair of lust and grandeur between you and Sue. You have no place in this story. You're nothing, you're nobody."

"Emily, you are insane."

"Maybe, maybe not." She replies smugly.

A familiar voice calls out, "Emily!"

Emily can feel her heart almost jump from her chest. It was Sue. Even after all these years the mere sound of her voice could make Emily's pulse jump and her palms sweaty. She hears Sue call out her name again before she answers.

"In the parlor," She yells back as she continues to stare at Sam.

Sue walks into the parlor. She wears a lovely beige dress with black lace stitched to the bodice. The dress had a wide neck with short sleeves which was also bordered with lace. Emily's eyes trailed to her exposed skin. She could almost feel Sue's stately collarbone under her fingertips. In Sue's hands she carries a shawl that matches her lace of her dress.

"What's going on?" She asks, confusion is apparent on her face.

"Emily's imagination is just getting away from her and I'm just setting her straight." Sam says.

Emily rolls her eyes at his remark.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Sue asks defensively.

"She's saying that you two are lovers and that you're in love with each other." Sam tells Sue with another bark of pathetic laughter.

"She's telling the truth." Sue replies.

Sam's face falls again. For the first time since Emily has met Sam Bowles he is speechless.

"Everybody loves Emily," Sue said and looked at her with a small smile. "How could they not?"

Emily knew she was supposed to be upset with Sue, but she can't help smiling at her love. Sue smiles back, a sight Emily knew very well. Sue's smile could light a whole forest brighter than the biggest bonfire.

"And what if I tell someone? Sister-in-laws caught in an affair would make a sensational headline for the Springfield-Republican." Sam asks bitterly.

"All of Amherst loves the Dickinson family and you're just a nobody. An outsider who doesn't belong here." Emily argues.

Sam pauses in thought and his frown deepens.

Sue folds her arms over her chest, "you can say whatever you want, but no one will take your word over the governor's daughter."

"Maybe I could tell your brother about this little dalliance of yours?" Sam threatens.

Neither woman is phased by these cheap accusations and hold their ground.

"He knows and he rather it be me then you." Emily replies.

Sue walks slowly toward Sam as a shroud of fury settled on to her face.

"If you threaten anyone in the Dickinson family again. I will ruin you, Samuel Bowles." Sue told him in a tone of voice Emily had never heard before.

The woman staring down Sam was not the Sue Emily knew. This Sue was made up of all rage and all mania. The look in her eye was all the confirmation Sam Bowles needed to know that Sue would make good on this promise. While this face of Sue had not been shown to Emily; she loved it as part of Sue nonetheless. Emily walks to the entrance of the Dickinson's house and takes Sam's hat off the hook in the foyer.

"I think this is where you take your leave, Mr. Bowles." Emily says in a mocking voice with his hat in hand.

Sam scowls as he retreats from Sue's burning gaze and to entrance hallway that lead to the parlor. He retrieves his briefcase. He all, but snatches his hat from Emily's grasp once he gets in the front door Sam shoved it on his head unceremoniously.

Sam calls to his coachman, "start the carriage!"

Emily watches him retreat quickly from the Dickinson's front step and jumps onto the back of the already moving carriage. A realization dawns on Emily. She gathers up her skirts while repeating a curse word under her breath and begins to run after the carriage.

"Wait!" She screams as she attempts to run after the carriage.

That awful man still had her poems, the poems she had written for Sue.

"I'm doing you a favor!" Sam shouts as Emily fails to catch up with the carriage's gaining speed.

Emily throws her head back and lets out a groan.

Emily hears Sue's gentle voice as she stares at the sky, "Emily. What's the matter?"

She turns to look at her and lets out a tired sigh.

"He has my poems, Sue. The ones I wrote for you." Emily complains.

Sue walks toward Emily with her shawl in hand. She wraps it around Emily's shoulders even though she would more likely need it.

"Come inside." Sue tells her in a low voice and puts her hand on Emily's back.

Emily lets herself be led back inside her family's home as hot, angry tears brimmed in her eyes.

"Who knows what that bastard will do with them now that he knows about us." Emily grumbled to herself.

After the two women the foyer they close the door behind them.