#Castle Corsetry

[cheesecake-central]

Ryan Keely & Michele Morrow in their Starfleet corsets

[stevieraquel]

[titus-androgynous-87]

My She-Ra leggings fit again! If/when I find the matching top, it’s over for you hoes

[MEN, MINORS, BLANK/AGELESS BLOGS DNI!!! I’m a 36 year old, married, dyke. He/they]

[drrubinspomade]

#castle corsetry

STILL ROCKIN’.

We post glorious pinups like this one all day, every day! If you dig this pic we’ve found online, u should investigate the creator/subjects of the work and fan them, follow them, hire them.

If you’d like us to remove, or you know who made this so that we can credit, DM. Thanks and greetings from Los Angeles.

YOU ARE THE LIGHT

Dr Rubin’s Pomade

[st-clements-steps]

End of Year Fic Review

Thank you @thistle-and-thorn for the tag ♥️

1. what’s your ao3 account?

MymbleHowl

2. how many words did you write in total in 2022?

I had to estimate this, cos I published about 130,000 but some of that I wrote in 2021, and I’ve written about 20,000 unpublished words, so I’d reckon about 120,000??

3. how many fics did you publish in 2022 // multi-chapter vs. one-shots?

I finished publishing Near Mint (Greysnow High Fidelity set in 90s Glasgow), I added a chapter (or 2?) to my never finished WIP don’t worry, it’s my blood (environmental/political modern Jonsa), I published a little three chapter flawed 60s Jonsa, (based on the Bob Dylan song) tangled up in blue. I haven’t finished (Are you) The One That I’ve Been Waiting For? (20s Jonerys, kind of peaky blinders inspired). Oh and I haven’t finished assistance (modern theatre Daensa). I published 15 one shots, and one self indulgent 2 chapter Rhaegar wins, boys kiss thing.

4. what was your longest-fic // shortest fic?

Near Mint is the longest. After the Storm is the shortest (it’s really more a painting with 86 words attached)

5. Most popular? Least Popular?

Ooops I deleted this question, 20s Jonerys is the most popular, the modern Jon x Jeyne P is the least I’d say.

6. what fic didn’t perform as well as you thought it would?

Spank Me (it’s fluffy Jonerys smut), and maybe my Rhaelicent, Breathing Dreams (I kinda got my hopes up by that “it’s a live fandom” thing, which is fine so long as you don’t write a Great Gatsby inspired non story, that’s mainly atmosphere and clothes, and Alicent only gets kissed cos you have a headcanon that she is way more into giving than receiving, I would like to add that her giving is very sexy of her but…)

7. what fic performed way better than you thought it would?

The Grey King and the Dragon Nagga (it’s a tumblr fic that apparently some people read, I’m so confused)

8. what was your favourite fic you wrote in 2022?

Wolfish or Relinquishment (it’s the grief sex people)

9. what was your favourite fic that somebody else wrote in 2022?

I actually read a lot of stuff that was written before 2022 this year. In part because I was looking for stuff for @jonsnow-creative to reblog (probably should get back on that).

I love beta-ing, I love the fics I beta. So, Happiness by @salty-wench (Greysnow woven with gracefully with grief and humour), And Now My Watch Begins, by @evax3 (Jonerys canon divergence, Dany raised as a boy at Castle Black), and One by One the Walls Give Way by @owlsinathens (post show canon Greysnow, Jon and Theon begin to navigate their trauma through corsetry, among other things) are all stories I would shout about to the world . And are all in progress, so I’d love some more darlings (kisses).

I’m so glad I discovered you @thistle-and-thorn and the many crushed red flowers

@charmtion finished then comes blood almost a year ago, and I still think of it, and it’s cinematic and tense and wonderful

The other fic I want to shout about goes along with my shouting about The English, a song that will keep sky open in my mind, by @laiqualaurelote. It’s so rare for me that a piece of media convinces me to ship the canon pairing, I’m contrary, sorry. Anyway this story is beautiful and it came to me in a beautiful surprising way, (whilst I was a bit flu-delirious, so it seemed particularly magical).

Ooh and there’s a rhaelicent, what is it good for, by bluebaric, (it’s a barbed mid century arranged marriage au) I don’t know if they have a tumblr?

10. tag your friends so they can play as well!

Those lovelies I betaslut for, I already @ed them, they know who they are.

And @selkiewife @rainhalydia @team-mom-wannabe if you want to, also anyone else who wants to

[city--nymph]

~∗⁘☆ vaguely 1900's Sophie - build update #1!! ☆⁘ ∗~

This summer I decided to undertake my first historically inspired cosplay, from one of my all time favorite movies -- Howl's Moving Castle! They live in a fantasy world, of course, but it's clear that certain historical periods inspired the visuals. When you search 'this 'When does Howl's Moving Castle take place', Google's AI says 'The Eduardian period, in the first half of the 19th century'. (those of u who know history things will realize that the Eduardian period is very much not in the first half of the 19th century...) Anywho, we're going with early 1900's/Eduardian!!~

The first chunk of this build on the chopping block is the undergarments! I really want to nail a historical shape for this build, and the right undergarments make the silhouette happen.

The first two I made are shown below: A very basic (and very anachronistic) chemise, and a pair of bloomers. The chemise goes below the corset, and is less for structure and more for to protect your skin from being irritated or pinched by the corset. I've been calling this my chemish, because it's chemise...ish. (Also, fwiw I'm going to be using a store bought corset, bc my skill level is not at corsetry yet)

Bloomers is just a fancy name for floofy old timey shorts that go under dresses and skirts. This iconic scene above is one of the only ones that references the understructure layer that Sophie would be wearing in this time period, and we can clearly see her bloomers and petticoat! (She's also wearing stockings ofc, but I'm opting not to do that because I'll be wearing this costume in August and I'm not trying to die from heat).

3 more undergarments remain: the corset cover, the petticoat (aka underskirt), and the hip/bum pads. These all help get the smooth and snatched historical shape -- corset covers smooth out the top edge of the corset and makes your bust look fuller, the petticoat gives your skirt volume, and the hip pads make your butt/hips look bigger, while also propping up all the weight of your floofy flowy skirts. All 3 of these garments add volume above and below your waist, thus making your waist look even more snatched by comparison.

Up next: the final 3 undergarment pieces, and then the final dress! T minus ~5 weeks until the deadline. More soon!

[castlecorsetry]

Happy #MoaningMyrtle Monday with our favorite #Ravenclaw gal, @msbernadetteB ! ⁠ ⁠ Photo by @bryanhumphrey⁠ Corset by @CastleCorsetry⁠ ⁠ #CastleCorsetry #corset #corsets #corsetry #fashion #corsetiere #corsetmaker #corsetlove #lookoftheday #couture #madeinUSA #harrypotter #hogwarts #slytherin #gryffindor #hufflepuff #harrypotter https://ift.tt/2x5RRnN

[formerlyknownasgreyladywaiting]

Oh, damnit! Quick- someone tell me that I don’t need any more corsets! HURRY!

[lonelywinterlotus]

Please spread this far and wide. We should not sit back and allow people like this to run wild in the cosplay community. Especially those who consider themselves professional. If you can send support to MyOppa(Designer of the runway Red Riding Hood dress, Taropun(Milk Party artist), and anyone else she steals from. A true professional would take their time to brainstorm their own designs and OC, and in the case of the dress one would actually take a look at the site before assuming they can make a replica without any kind of permission from the original artist. So, please, if you care about cosplay, share this. This needs to end.

[orchardcorset]

Klickpicks for Orchard Corset featuring the Mesh Hourglass Longline Underbust Corset CS-426.  Take a look at this fan favorite, here: http://bit.ly/29t5oaJ

[winter-fox-queen]

Kisses Like Wine

The Thief x Reader

Warnings:  None

Reader is blank canvass female.  Age gap, maybe ten years?

Inspired by the new wine commercial, of course. I am not sure if the next installment will be during the next teaser or what.

Do you like legends?  Well.  Here is one for you.

Imagine a maid, seduced by a powerful man.  Imagine a stormy night…yes, a dark and stormy night, I know, I know.  But it was.  Imagine a frightened, naive young woman pushing a baby out into the world, laying on the paving of the wine cellar because that as the only place they could think to hide her. Several glorious and expensive floors above, another woman is laboring, drawing her last breath.  My father, my brother, my sister all sitting in a half circle as the power flickers out, as the staff hasten to light candles.

The maid, my mother, takes money, some silver, and leaves me.

I wonder what was going through my father’s mind, as he looked at me that first time. I wonder if his wife hadn’t just died he would have kept me at all.

But he did. And that, I thought, would be as interesting as things got.

I was wrong.  Of course. Otherwise, there wouldn’t be a story worth telling.

Once a year, the family gathers into the vault. My siblings enjoy it, after all, this is their once a year visit of the treasures they will inherit.

Now, you will think, that my siblings hate me. They don’t. They are mostly indifferent, modeling after my father, warming up when he’s not around, or when they need me. So their going over the wealth I will never touch in my presence does not smack of cruelty, just carelessness.

As long as I behave myself, I will always have a roof. Always be fed. Have a stipend. My education was paid for, I have a nice, plain little car I picked for myself. So, I ignore a lot of things.  I live in a castle, after all. Really, what more could I want? I remind myself of these things more and more often, recently.

My interest picks up when he gets to the jewel cask. A crown said to be worn by King Alfred the Great sits over it, and he moved it aside reverently to open a plain, silver oval of a box.

“And here it is,” he croons. “The Star of the North.” It is beautiful. Even in the florescent light of the vault, the pale blue sapphire, large as a hen’s egg, sparkles with a galaxy of stars.  It is the only piece that moves me. I could stare at it forever, lost in the depths. Looking at the stars.

If you were to ask me, later, why I risked my life to go after it, I don’t know what I’d tell you. Was it for the jewel?  Was it to impress my family and maybe have my father actually look at me?

Or was it because of him?

**

The night that changed my life, I was standing in the corner of the third floor ballroom, humming “Masquerade” under my breath. It was an accurate song – A masked ball, people wearing dazzling costumes. I was dressed in a costume I’d seen once on the cover of a book – fake iridescent black swan feathers showed tones of blue and purple. I didn’t want to fool with actual wings, so I had hennaed butterfly wings, jeweled and sparkling, across my bare back. I thought I looked nifty, but it was not the warmest costume choice.  “You can fool any friend who ever knew you…” I whispered under my breath.

A flash of bottle green attracted my eye despite my best attempts. I was drawn to a man in a satin green jacket.  His mask was a fox’s face made out of green leaves. His eyes were dark, his hair dark, as well, with a slight curl. Our eyes would meet, over glasses, over shoulders, and I kept moving away from him, away from the danger he represented.

Away from the wanting that was curling, slowly, softly inside.  Want stirred by the way he held the delicate crystal stem of a wine glass. By the way his eyes traveled over my figure. The knowing smirk, as if he was a mind reader. I went and got a drink of my own, determined to not look at him again, and as if hearing my wishes, he disappeared.

I pretended not to look for him as I eventually settled in another corner. A hand, large, graceful despite that, holding a bunch of fanned playing cards appeared before my face. I barely kept from shrieking. “Pick a card,” a voice purred in my ear.

I didn’t want to admit he startled me, though it had probably been obvious. I turned enough to see it was him, the green fox mask. “You’ll see what I pick.”

He laughed. “Just choose with your eyes, keep it in your head.”

I looked at his hand. The ace of spades. Queen of Hearts. A mix of number cards. I picked the Jack of Clubs.

“Done.” I said, turning to look up into his eyes.

The alarms started ringing. “Forgive me,” he said, “That’s my cue.” He pulled me to him, and spun me onto the dance floor, among confused and worried guests.  I felt the strength of him, as he moved, the assuredness, the grace,  He turned me and gently pushed me into the arms of a man standing on the side of the dance floor, and in the chaos I lost track of him.

I recovered and ran towards the vault.

“It’s locked. The security are inside…” I heard my brother say. I backtracked, and ran down another hall, trying to think.

If the guards were inside, he could just waltz out the front door. So going up would be stupid.

But the lower floor was on lock down.  Probably. I didn’t really know what the thief had managed to accomplish.

A breeze across my back.  The tower room behind me – the door was partly open. I ran through it without thinking.

And there he was. The mask and jacket were gone. He had a pack on his back and he was lowering a rope out the arched window of the tower.

“Whatever it was you took, give it back.” I told him. “Give it back and I won’t tell them where you went, or what you look like.”

He was on me in a second, arm wrapped around me, my body pressed against the stone.  His free hand was around my throat, pressing gently. “Why should I?”

I am ashamed to admit, I was very aware of his body pressed hard against mine. That strength. He could hurt me, but I was not afraid. Not of him.  His hand on my throat was more of a lover’s touch than a threat, and I could see his eyes in the light from the hall. He was not angry. He was…pleased.

“I know who you are,” I whisper. “And you never kill.”

He shrugs awkwardly. “I only took a few trinkets. Your family has so much left, but it seems to me their greatest treasure they ignore completely.” He brushes his lower lip against mine, and I shiver. I can feel a slight smile before he claims my lips.

“Come find me yourself,” he whispers in my ear, and he is gone, out the window.

I slide down the wall and stare out the window, wondering at myself.  At the urge to follow him down, though he takes the rope with him, leaving only a metal spike with a loop in the wall.

Later, we find that he managed to trick the security guards into going into the vault, then, while they were in there, triggered the alarm.

We don’t know when he stole the crown or the Star of the North. We just knew they were gone. His plan was neat, meticulous, and hard to figure out.

When I undressed that night, I found a card in the corsetry of my bodice. The Jack of Clubs.  The back?  The face of the devil.  My guess had been right – I knew who visited us that night.  One of the greatest thieves of all time. No name. Some called him The Thief, some called him the devil.

I pressed the card to my lips.  Come find me.

Alright.

I will.

[a-binding-agreement]

By Kiku Corsetry Boutique.

“ Another fantastic pic from NEWO who turned her hand to photography a year ago. Go check her out she's awesome! Model is our ultimate muse Ava Castle Mua Amy Brown MUA millinery Lilly Lewis Millinery necklace Drakula Approved”

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Up close and fashionable - 150 years of corsetry production

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[drrubinspomade]

#castle corsetry

STILL ROCKIN’.

We post glorious pinups like this one all day, every day! If you dig this pic we’ve found online, u should investigate the creator/subjects of the work and fan them, follow them, hire them.

If you’d like us to remove, or you know who made this so that we can credit, DM. Thanks and greetings from Los Angeles.

YOU ARE THE LIGHT

Dr Rubin’s Pomade

[doe-rambles]

Awren City

Night market

Selling all kinds of embroidery, jewelry, anything gemstone related and fancy dress items. 

Once a week. 

Lasts from dusk till dawn.

Jeweler:

specialty: porcelain-like corsetry. Intricate corsets made to look like porcelain, decorated with small gold or silver detailing and beadwork with tiny gemstones.

jewelry from Awren city is mostly gold or silver with tons of small, intricate details. When gems are incorporated, it’s usually tiny stones, almost the size of beads. 

Dressmaker:

Heavy fabrics in deep colors. Often decorated with patterns of constellations, stars and other celestial themes. 

Most stores offer an embroidery service. 

Confectionery:

glass candy: sugary candy, shaped like all kinds of crystals

chocolate

edible gems, made with chocolate, sugary fillings and a glossy or shimmery finish to give them the appearance of gemstones

Awren city castle

hosts a ball every full moon

Awren City Fairgrounds

Fair adapts to the city’s ‘theme’:

lots of silver fairy lights

tons of intricate designs on attractions

workers wear animal-themed porcelain masks and dark blue uniforms, decorated with gold embroidery.

Aesthetic: Lots of celestial patterns main colors are deep and gem-like, with silver as a contrast color whimsigothic aesthetic lots of star patterns Dragon patterns.

[whatispersonalspacejyp]

Victoria

Genre: smut, history (Victorian time)

Pairing: Vampire Hyunjin x doll like (f) reader (x Minho)

Word Count: 2065

Summary: What happens when you go into a restricted area of the castle? Will Hyunjin take it lightly? Or would this be your end? Do you find an exit? Or are you trapped in his playhouse forever.

Warnings: Corsetry, degradation, odaxelagnia, sadist hyunjin, bondage, dacryphilia, creampie, erotic asphyxiation

Requested: Here  

Part One: Bernadette  Part Three: Jeanny   Epilogue: Maria

Hyunjin stood over your body. You were scared and sat on the ground crawling to the wall when he just came closer.

“Sire please. Don’t hurt me. It wasn’t me!” You said in mercy.

“Don’t sell me a dog! I know you were in there” Hyunjin screams in anger, he lifts his hand and grabs you by the hair.

“I told you, no snooping around doll. Your master is really angry at you. What kind of punishment shall it be this time. Oh, I know. Get up.” You quickly followed his request and stood up. Hyunjin quickly moved behind you and moved your hair out of your next.

“Well… I’m quite thirsty.” Hyunjin smirked, leading you into your bedroom. You had sneaked out of your bedroom in the daylight. To figure out a way to escape and you had the idea the restricted area had the answers to it.

To your luck, you managed to get in as the door was opened. It was a big bedroom, covered in black red, and gold. A wedding dress was seen laying on the bed and loads of dolls were sitting on a shelve.

You freaked out when you heard footsteps coming close, so hid. Hyunjin had walked in and then closed the door to walk away again. Once you knew it was safe you got out. Running through the hallway had probably alarm your presents to him.

Hyunjin grabs one of the corsets laying around and forced you into it. pulling tightly so a lot of string was available to bind your pulses together.

He then moved you on the bed. Hyunjin slams his cock into you without any warning and smirked at your pained expression. He always enjoyed seeing people in pain, especially if he was the one who caused it.

You screamed in pain when Hyunjin leans down to bite your neck. His thrusts went in sync with sucking your blood, making him moan. You had started to cry, feeling light-headed.

Hyunjin hits your G-spot with his cock and you soon came on his cock.

“Such a slut, can’t even hold her dignity. I bet you like this don’t you?” You quickly nod, as your mind went blank. Hyunjin keeps on a fast pace, as he went from your neck to your breast.

While he sucked one, he made sure to play with your other one. His other hand was reaching for your clit and started to rub it, leaving you with a lot of pleasure to handle.

You moaned it out and Hyunjin let’s go of your breast and reaches for your throat.

“Don’t make a sound slut. I never gave you permission to make any sounds.” He groaned out.

He keeps on thrusting into you. You felt too much please because of him, or was it because you were feeling light-headed. but black spots entered your vision and soon, you didn’t feel his hand on your neck or the way he sucked your breast. The drawing on your clit and even the strong thrust disappeared while your world became black. Hyunjin had noticed you had passed out and could help to smirk, letting go of your throat and puts both of his hands on your waist. He kept on going until he came twice in you.

Cum drips out of you and he got up, grabbing his clothes and got dressed as if nothing happened. He was polite enough to get you out of the corset and let your naked body hang off the bed without any care.

After all of that, he walked away.

A young man had managed to get into the mansion, ready to do some discovery. He walks around the mansion when he heard a female cry. He quickly runs to the room and opened up.

“Miss? Are you okay?” You had woken up naked. No Hyunjin anywhere and it made you cry as you wanted affection, but all he did was use you. You wanted to leave, hoping to find a man who fulfills all your needs, you quickly got dressed and then you heard the voice as the door opened.

You looked up to see a man standing there and you felt saved as if it was a dream come true… but you needed to get out of this place first. You motion to him to be quiet and you jumped op. Holding the man’s hand and motions to make a run for it to get out of here.

The man nods. The two of you opened the door and started to run. Hyunjin who was on the other side of the mansion heard the noised and was alarmed. And started to run quickly, to try to find out what is happening. He saw a man, pulling you with him to the exit and he started to scream. ‘ The two humans looked behind them to see Hyunjin there, his eyes were bright red and were ready to attack the two. but the two of you managed to be quicker.

You to run to the big doors of the mansion which were still opened. You managed to get out of it. Luckily the sun was in the sky, protecting you from the evil inside the mansion. Or at least for now.

You looked at the man who saved you with a smile.

“Thank you sire, I own you my life.” The man smiled and winked.

“No worries, I’m Minho. Now let’s get you to the village, it’s clear you need some medical attention.” You nod at the man and felt him lift you up, making you close your eyes as you could finally sleep peacefully.

Even outside of the mansion you could hear the angry screams and cries, as his doll had left him. Ready to get revanche on the one who took her.