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comphy-and-cozy · 2 years

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Glittery - Andrei Svechnikov

Pairing: Andrei Svechnikov x Reader (f)

Summary: The holidays are an important staple in your relationship, and this year, you’re at the top of Andrei’s wishlist.

Word Count: 4.7K

Author’s Note: This was originally inspired by another hockey, but fits everyone’s favorite Russian winger all too well. Title by Kacey Musgraves, but definitely listen to this song for additional inspiration (s/o to @suitandtys for this discovery). Feel free to use your own imagination for the necklace/lingerie, but if interested, here and here are the links to what inspired them.

Warnings: Smut (18+ ONLY) & fluff. Hastily (and poorly) translated Russian, Christmas-specific celebrations/themes (minimal but still referenced), swearing, unprotected sex, choking, oral sex (m + f receiving), brief size kink, creampie. A few very poor holiday-themed puns that I will not be apologizing for.

Masterlist / Moodboard

December in Raleigh isn’t quite as magical as in Russia, or even further north in North America. There’s no snow, and the air is a balmy 60 degrees, which makes it very difficult to get in the holiday spirit.

Naturally, Andrei is busy, but when you started dating he’d made it a priority and a tradition to deck out his (now your shared) apartment to make it feel like more festive, even if it didn’t feel that way outside. Every year, he brings out the garland, the tinsel, the festive snowmen to place around the house, and, of course, going to pick out the perfect tree — and decorate it — is an all-day affair. He does it for you, to keep things feeling warm and cozy even while he’s away, but he’d be lying if he said it didn’t remind him of home with his family and brother.

Gifts quickly became a staple for the holidays, too. He’s a giver, always purchasing small little souvenirs for you from his travels, and he loves to shower you with gifts for holidays, birthdays, and really any celebration. Growing up with very little, Andrei knows how it feels to receive next to nothing, and now that he has the means, he wants to make sure that none of his loved ones ever have to go without a gift ever again.

So, it’s safe to say that your gift exchange day is all but sacred within your apartment. He insists on both of you wearing matching pajamas, with holiday music playing through the speaker and the only light in the house coming from the string lights hung up all over the place.

This year, he’s gone all out, purchasing you a lounge set, a new purse, some books, and no shortage of skincare from your Sephora wishlist. He never fails to make you feel completely pampered — something you’ve long since insisted isn’t necessary, despite the fact that he is a multi-millionaire now.

The hot cocoa on your coffee table has gone cold, the marshmallows floating in the liquid melted into what’s left in the bottom of your mugs. There’s a trash bag full of torn open wrapping paper, an equally large stack of boxes of each of your open gifts beside it.

“I have one more for you,” Andrei smiles, reaching for a small box tucked away underneath the tree. It’s neatly wrapped – certainly not by him – with a small white bow on top.

The package is light, and while your fingers carefully tear the paper, not wanting to damage the elegant design, your mind is running with the possibilities of what could be inside the box.

Your brain registers the dark navy of the box before the gold ‘HW’ that’s stamped into it, and you gasp when you realize. Inside the box is a gorgeous diamond choker, sparkling brighter than anything you’ve ever seen, and you are helpless to do anything but gape at the jewelry sitting in your lap.

“What do you think?” Andrei probes, a smile flitting on his face as he watches your reaction.

“Andrei, this is — a Harry Winston is —” you swallow, suddenly nervous to even be holding the box in your hands lest you damage the necklace inside. The box alone surely costs more than what you pay in rent, and you shudder to think how much he’d dropped on this. “It’s so expensive.”

“Don’t worry about the price, baby,” he says. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. It’s the least I can do to show you.”

You can feel the tears welling up before you see them on the rims of your eyes, watery and emotional and overwhelmed. Carefully, you set the box on the table before lunging at him, wrapping your arms around his neck. He chuckles, the sound deep in his chest, rumbling against your own as the gratitude falls in droplets down your face.

“Andrei,” you whisper. “This is so… so generous. You — I — it —”

There’s a pause as you let out a sob, letting his hand rub soothingly on your back.

“I love you so much.”

“I love you, too, kisa,” is all he says back, his arms pulling you in to squeeze you tighter.

He’s patient, allowing your sniffles to subside before he pulls away, smiling warmly at you as he wipes your happy tears away. Leaning to the table, he picks up the box and looks at you as he picks the necklace up out of the grooves to keep it in place, holding it toward you. “Want to see it on you.”

“Drei, I have my pajamas on,” you remind him, gesturing to your flannel set, far from complementary to a diamond necklace that’s worth a small fortune.

“I don’t care. You’re still beautiful.”

With a bashful smile, you turn and gather your hair, allowing him to place the piece around your neck, fastening the hook in the back. It’s heavy as it rests against your chest, and when you look down, all you can really see is the brightness from the way the Christmas tree lights reflect in the diamonds.

When you turn around to show him, Andrei’s lips curl into a grin, wide enough that you can see the missing tooth that you love so much. His eyes are warm, falling to the sparkle on your neck, before he looks back up into your eyes. “You look so beautiful, dorogoy.”

“Thank you,” you whisper, shy, your fingers gently touching the diamonds. Leaping up from the couch, you dash into the bathroom to look in the mirror. It feels entirely out of place in your regular bathroom and your dinky pajamas, but the sparkle makes everything else around it less vibrant. It’s beautiful.

“I thought you could wear it to the holiday party,” Andrei’s voice says from behind you. He appears in the mirror before his arms slip around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder as he admires your reflection.

“Of course, Andrei,” you agree with a smile. “It’ll be perfect.”

Soon enough, the party day arrives. Your dress is hanging neatly on a hanger in the closet, carefully steamed by you the day before. It’s green, satiny smooth, falling at your mid-thigh and hugging your curves in all the right places. When you step out of the bedroom all done up, Andrei has to stop in his tracks to stare.

“Malyshka…”

Heat rises in your cheeks under his gaze, his eyes roving over your legs, up your body, over the deep red on your lips, finally coming to the Harry Winston necklace laying beautifully on your décolletage. The sound that leaves his throat is a combination of a groan and a whimper, speechless at the sight of you.

“You are fucking stunning,” he finally manages, his own cheeks tinged pink. “You look so beautiful.”

You step forward until you’re standing in front of him. Your hands find his tie, Windsor-knotted neatly around his neck, the deep green matching your dress almost perfectly. His breath hitches in his throat when you run your hands along the material, feeling the softness beneath your fingertips, admiring your man and how nice he cleans up.

Ghosting his lips with yours, you dodge him when he presses forward to kiss you, smiling when you hear his whine. “My lipstick is still drying, Drei. Don’t want you to get red all over.”

Andrei’s grumble is low, murmuring something like, ‘want you to get red somewhere’ that has you stifling a giggle.

Eventually, though, you do grant him a kiss, a chaste one against his pretty lips to ensure not smudging your lipstick or getting it on his face. And as much as you’d love for him to smudge it and take off the dress you’d just put on, duty calls, and you begrudgingly put your desire to the side as you follow him out the door.

The party itself is festive and fun, string lights decorating the room that’s filled with a softly-playing Christmas mix. After a few drinks, Andrei does finally take his hands off of you, though he never strays far, finding your eyes over the sea of heads and offering a wink or a dimpled smile that never fails to melt your heart.

Before long, though, the gathering dies down as the consumption of alcohol increases. You and Andrei bid your goodbyes, unable to deny the desire to get home and take off your heels — along with all of Andrei’s clothes.

When you step back into your apartment, he helps you shrug your coat off to hang it in the closet. Before you step too far into your living room, you turn to him with a smile.

“I have one more gift for you,” you purr, enjoying the intrigue in his eyes, lit up like the Fraser Fir standing in the corner of your living room. “Wait here.”

The way his eyebrows furrow is endearing, confused at your mystery, watching you disappear into the bedroom. The look on his face when you emerge a few minutes later is even more priceless, jaw dropping in shock at seeing your body encased in red silk, the lingerie doing very little to disguise your curves. Ribbons wind up your torso, culminating in a large bow that’s nestled between the swell of your breasts. On your neck lies the necklace, glittering against your skin while you’re wrapped up like the best present he’ll ever receive.

“Merry Christmas, Drei.”

Andrei exhales slowly, breath caught in his throat at the sight of you. He doesn’t know where to look, can’t get enough of your skin and your curves and the way the diamonds look sparkling underneath your smile. His breath is shaky, broken, as he rises to his feet to meet you, swallowing thickly against the collar of his dress shirt.

“Malyshka, you – wow.”

A large hand extends out to you, and you slip your own into his palm, allowing him to twirl you around for a full view of your backside that’s barely covered by cheeky lace and more silk. You can hear the growl that leaves his throat before you return to face him, his eyes darkened as he watches you.

“All for me?”

Your lips, painted red, curl into a smile. “Always just for you, Drei.”

His hum is a satisfied one, and suddenly the anticipation is fully palpable, practically tangible in the air, as he pauses and waits for your cue. It isn’t until you gently tug at his hand, pulling him away from the door, that he smirks, backing up until the back of his thighs hit the arm of the couch.

His smirk grows even wider as he watches you sink to your knees, your eyes never leaving his. The twitch he gives as your gaze moves toward his belt is involuntary, as is the groan that he emits as your hand runs along his length through his dress pants.

“Is this my last Christmas present?” you ask cheekily, and he can barely choke out a laugh at your cheesy joke. He’s almost too focused on the warmth of your palm to give his own cheeky reply — almost.

“This package is too big to gift wrap.”

If it wasn’t for the way he throbs in your hand, you’d smack him playfully for the stupid pun, but instead you just laugh and roll your eyes before returning to your task at hand. After all, he isn’t entirely wrong.

Andrei doesn’t breathe as you work on his belt, the smooth sound of the leather slipping through the belt loops, the buckle clinking as it falls to the floor. Your eyes glitter when you tug the zipper down, allowing him the space to hastily kick the slacks the rest of the way off. Before long, his sweater joins the pile of clothes on the floor, and his white dress shirt is unbuttoned, green tie hanging loosely over the cut lines of his abdomen.

You can’t help the way your hand itches to run along the firm muscle, feeling each ridge beneath your fingertips and admiring his body. While you’ve certainly done your fair share of complaining when he’s up at 6am to workout in the summer, you can’t deny that there’s a very clear benefit that you take plenty of advantage of.

When your hand trails back down his stomach, your fingers hook into the waistband of his boxers, pausing with a teasing smile. His erection is tenting in the front, more than ready for you to touch him, a small wet patch on the fabric that you yearn to kiss. So, you do, seeing the way his hands clutch at the duvet out of the corners of your eye.

Eventually, though, your need outweighs your desire to tease, and you shed his boxers, too, feasting your eyes on your favorite appendage of his. It’s tall and proud, weeping at the slit in a silent beg for your mouth.

The sounds Andrei makes when you take him between your lips are always otherworldly, usually a strangled groan or a sharp intake of breath. Today’s no different, with his bottom lip tucked between his teeth when your jaw hinges to take him deeper. He’ll never know how he got so lucky, to be able to call the beautiful woman who gives the best blowjobs on planet earth his.

Your lips close around his length, working up and down in a practiced rhythm. If you like the sounds he makes, he loves the sound of you gagging on him, the wet sound of him hitting the back of your throat and the way he slides against your tongue. It’s sinful and sexy and never fails to make his balls tighten.

It takes all of his willpower to do it, but Andrei eventually nudges you, pulling you off of him with a grunt. He can’t afford to finish early, not tonight, when you’re looking so sinfully beautiful and dressed up just for him, literally wrapped underneath the Christmas tree.

When he shifts to sit on the couch, tugging you quickly into his lap, his eyes are hungry as they gaze up at you. You’re so close to where he wants you, and you can feel him — and yourself — throbbing at the proximity.

His expression quickly changes, though, when your arms reach up behind your neck to remove the necklace, not wanting to damage it before the real fun begins, but Andrei’s voice stops you. “Leave it.”

Freezing, your eyes shoot to Andrei’s, frantic. “Andrei, we’ll damage it —”

He pulls you closer to him, closing the gap between your bodies and suddenly you’re distracted by the heat radiating off of his body and the darkness that’s swallowed his normally beautiful hazelnut irises. His hand moves toward your neck, fingers brushing delicately against the diamonds, feeling the way the glittering stones glide beneath his fingertips. Then, he repeats, “Leave it.”

Swallowing, you lower your hands obediently, sensing the shift in the dynamic with just two words muttered around a thick Russian accent.

Andrei’s hands continue their path over your collarbones, down your arm, sliding over your sides before coming to rest on your hips, a trail of goosebumps following. He’s gentle, like you’re a sculpture made of porcelain, a stark contrast to the rough hands he knows you love.

“So beautiful,” he murmurs. His hands move over your neck, coming to cup either side of your jaw, and you shiver when his lips ghost over yours in the same way you’d teased him earlier. “M’the luckiest man in the world.”

When he finally presses his lips to yours, you can’t help the sigh that escapes your throat, the feeling of relief almost overwhelming as he kisses you hungrily. His tongue is quick to find the seam of your mouth, delving into it with the passion you awoke in him as soon as you stepped out in your party dress tonight.

His arms hold you, hands roving over your curves, feeling the smoothness of the silk in his hands. Painstakingly, he tears himself away in favor of looking at you. His eyes dart over your body, admiring the piece one last time, committing the sight of it to memory, before one hand reaches forward to slowly tug at the end of the bow on your chest. The material is soft, slippery, sliding apart with ease to reveal your cleavage.

Andrei grins, tipping you backwards gently until you’re on your back on the couch. The vibration in his chest transfers to yours when he hums, his lips pressed to your sternum. He plants kisses all along your chest, dotting along the hem of the bra — if you can even call it that — reveling in his ability to make you squirm.

Warmth, followed by goosebumps, floods your skin in the path of his lips, your nipples pebbling. His lips itch to touch, torn between continuing their path south and attaching themselves to your breasts. He opts for the latter, wrapping his lip around a nipple while his tongue flicks at the bud, his hand massaging your other breast gently.

Andrei’s mouth explores your chest, paying equal attention to each bud, before trailing his lips over your rib cage, your stomach, your hips. He leaves a wet trail, coolness overtaking each spot on your skin where the air touches it, a sharp contrast to the fire that burns inside of you.

The next thing you know, Andrei’s hands are roughly flipping you around, tugging you into a kneeling position with your hands resting on the arm of the couch. You’re exactly where he wants you, bent over, your lingerie half undone while he stands behind you admiring the view.

His lips work their way up your calf, thumbs stroking the muscles in your legs until he finally reaches the place where your ass meets your thigh. He grips your ass in both hands, fingers running along the seam of the lace that barely covers your modesty. His mouth returns to his hands, pressing more kisses along the globe of your ass, and you whine impatiently.

“Patience, kisa,” he murmurs. “Aren’t you going to let me unwrap my gift? My pretty little vixen.”

It’s only when you feel the bow at the base of your back loosening that you whine again. Both of his hands holding tightly onto your hips make you deduce that he’s using his mouth to tug at the fabric, teeth pulling the satin smoothly until the ribbons fall at your sides. He’s torturing you now, his warm breath cascading over your back causing a heavy throb between your legs.

All that’s left are the strap of your bra and the flimsy lace of your panties before Andrei gets to the gift he really wants: your molten center, dripping just for him. He can’t help but salivate as his fingers drag the material down, slowly, giving himself a last show before he gives into his desires.

Your pussy is glorious, he thinks, perfect and glistening as it’s revealed to him. He swears he can see the reflection of the lights on the tree in the wetness of your folds, and his dick twitches at the sight, itching to be sheathed inside it.

“So fucking gorgeous,” he whispers, tongue darting out to taste.

“Andrei,” you moan. Your brain is fuzzy, trying to find the words to desperately beseech him to keep going.

He does, because he always knows exactly what you need, and being the generous boyfriend he is, never fails to provide. It is Christmas, after all.

The sounds of his mouth slurping against your core are nothing short of filthy, grunting into your center at the taste of you. His tongue delves into your folds, probing you with the perfect amount of pressure, never forgetting to grant your clit the attention she desperately craves. Large hands grope and pull at the globes of your ass, holding you open for Andrei’s face to make its home between them, groaning against you.

It’s like this that he makes you come first, aided by two fingers that he plunges into your sopping core. Your cries are muffled by the cushion of the couch, which he doesn’t like, so once he’s let up, he’s quick to flip you around and pin your arms over your head.

“I want to hear you,” he murmurs, the remnants of your orgasm glistening on his chin. You taste it when he kisses you, messily, his tongue covered in you as he pushes it into your mouth.

Andrei shifts on the cushion, his large hands pulling apart your thighs so that he can gaze at his handiwork. Part of you thinks the rest of your tryst would be better suited in bed, but the seconds wasted moving into the bedroom are not worth sacrificing the opportunity to have him inside you now.

You can’t help the moan that falls from your lips when he lines up with your center, dropping a heavy wad of saliva onto your aching clit. His eyes are glittering when he looks back up at you, smirking.

“Don’t even need it ‘cause you’re already dripping for me, Malyshka,” he breathes roughly. The swollen head of his dick probes at your entrance, teasing you, before he’s rutting between your folds with a groan. An obscene squelching noise sounds from the contact of his skin against your soaked slit. “Hear that, dorogoy? That’s how sloppy your pretty little cunt is. All for me.”

A whine bubbles in your throat at his words, your hips rolling to try and catch him, desperate to have him inside of you. His muscular forearms strain on either side of your head, silver chain dangling loosely on his chest, and you grip the cool metal in your hand to tug his mouth to yours in an attempt to goad him. He plays your game, kissing you back, humming into your mouth when your tongue desperately seeks him out, but he ignores the way your body rolls.

“Andrei, please,” you whisper, your eyes looking up into his, the warm brown in them now a molten chocolate. “I need you.”

“You want it, kisa? Need it?”

“Please, Drei.”

“Say it,” he demands, his voice firm but soft. It’s velvet, almost soothing when he runs the pad of his thumb over your lip. “Tell me what you want. You know I’ll give you whatever you want, malyshka. You just have to tell me.”

Your voice is shaky, though the ardor in his eyes gives you the courage to speak confidently. “Fuck me, Drei.”

Andrei smiles then, handsome in a way that would melt your heart if you weren’t throbbing for him. He presses his forehead to yours, a sweet gesture despite the lewd position he has you in, his breath puffing out over your lips while he runs his length over your entrance one more time.

When he presses into you, all air in your lungs is quickly pulled out. You’ll never get used to the feeling of him, thick and throbbing, stretching you out in the most delicious, toe-curling way, one inch at a time until you’re stuffed completely full of him. He loves it, too, muffling his grunt in the crook of your neck as he holds himself still for a moment, like he’s hanging on by a thread.

You’re patient, taking the time to wrap your arms around his broad and muscular back. Savoring the feeling of his muscles beneath your fingertips, you admire how big he is – in all aspects of the word. Your skin feels like it’s on fire, warmed by Andrei’s love and heated under his touch.

Andrei begins to move without warning, your walls gripping him tightly as he pushes in and out. The action alone is enough to render you speechless, your entire body fluttering when his thumb brushes your cheek, his lips ghosting against yours. His breath is warm, as are his eyes, pulling moans from you with the finesse of his hips.

One of his hands slides down your body, his steady rhythm never ceasing. With ease, he tugs at your legs until they’re resting over his broad shoulders, then presses forward until you feel the stretch deep in the back of your thighs. He’s deep, almost deeper than he’s ever been, lodged completely within your snug walls.

Soft murmurs in Russian are whispered against your jaw, nonsensical fragments of a sentence that drive you wild. He knows you’re close by the way your hands clutch tightly onto his shoulders, leaving marks for you to admire tomorrow.

He says something in Russian, then chokes out his own translation. “Come for me, Malyshka.”

You do, his words the final bit of permission you need to fly into your own bliss. Andrei grunts, feeling the way you contract around him, working you through it like he does every time. He grins, pleased with himself.

“So pretty.”

“Drei,” you sigh, not ready for him to part from you just yet. “More.”

For once, he doesn’t argue or make you beg, probably too desperate himself to bother. The way he can maneuver your body so easily will never not be hot to you, his muscles barely working to tug you back into his lap. He twitches against your center when his eyes latch onto the diamonds onto your neck.

“Ride me, dorogoy.”

He doesn’t have to ask twice, your body scrambling to sink down onto his waiting length with a sigh. His hands flex on your waist, encouraging you to keep going, though his eyes never leave your neck.

Your body moves up and down, hips moving so that his tip strikes just the right spot that has you throwing your head back. A low growl leaves Andrei’s throat, his hand moving to wrap around yours. Though you can’t see it yourself, you know the contrast between his large hand next to the dainty necklace is powerful, judging by the darkness that has seeped into his eyes. He’s never been particularly possessive, but he does show small flashes — particularly in the bedroom — that drive you wild.

“You’re so beautiful,” he mutters under his breath, accent making him barely comprehensible. “So perfect. All fucking mine.”

Andrei’s other hand grips your hip while his mouth latches onto your breast. He’s all over you, completely invading each of your senses and surrounding your body in everything Andrei. He curses in Russian, the vibration of his voice shooting through your body as you ride him harder, seeking out your crest that’s just over the horizon.

“Touch yourself,” he commands, unwilling to move his hands from your body to do it for you. “Make yourself fall apart all over me, kisa.”

You’re helpless to obey, hand falling between your legs and brushing at your clit. His grip on your throat tightens, and it’s the squeeze of his fingers that send you flying over the edge, vision going fuzzy as your body shudders on top of him.

You’ve barely had time to recover before he’s finally moving his hands to grab onto your sides, holding you in place while he thrusts his hips upwards, rapidly, seeking out his own release. The red silk ribbons dangle from the bra that’s haphazardly tugged around your middle, forgotten as they ripple from his forceful movements. Involuntarily, moans fall from your mouth as he pounds into you, wordlessly encouraging him.

With a loud, forceful grunt, he stills when he’s buried completely inside of you, twitching as his release floods your center. His hands are still holding tightly onto your sides, forehead resting against your chest as he catches his breath. In an effort to soothe him, you allow your hands to run through his hair, earning a purr against your sternum.

“Ya tebya lyublyu, dorogoy,” he murmurs, the words falling from his mouth like he can’t be bothered to speak or even think in English. You’re still learning, Andrei teaching you when he can, but you know enough to know what he’s said, and you smile softly as you gently pull his head backwards in favor of pressing a kiss against his lips.

“Ya tozhe tebya lyublyu, Drei. Merry Christmas.”

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nutluvs · 2 months

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hiii! 💙 here's another rdr2 oc post... say hello to iyu ugajin! (maybe this is selfish, but i've spent a long time working on iyu, her lore, and everything about her. i don't want anyone taking inspiration from her or copying her, so just don't. thank you!) iyu is a young medic working in the van der linde gang. working in a formerly dangerous job, she fell into a coma years prior and has lost her ability to speak. as a medic, she's not very threatening, and people find her to be very approachable, especially with her appearance. she's a very small woman, with a slim, lithe, and weak build. she has few scars, but the one she has is a slit in her throat; it's mostly covered by a pearl choker-like necklace, however, which matches two pearl bracelets on her wrists. iyu is a companionly, good-natured lady, who's deemed a pleasure to be around due to her caring and gentle actions. she's also awfully dreamy, sometimes seeming as if she's losing focus in the conversations she's having. iyu also keeps close to very few people in fear of losing them in the end. extra info: she uses she/her pronouns! she has two (yes two you read that right) boyfriends, whose names are marco and william! she's japanese! she formerly worked as a samurai. she's very fond of all animals and takes care of them very well! she's an excellent chef! her pearl accessories are from a former lover, who gave them to her just before death. her moodboard:

if there's any questions about iyu, please don't be afraid to send an ask!! <3 tags: @deaddoedonoteat @creamqueen @long-lost-soul @pursuedbyamemoryy

#oc #oc stuff #oc: iyu ugajin #rdr2 oc #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #red dead 2

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that-fruitier-emo · 6 months

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|| TFE/Vic's OC Master Post || Part 1 || Characters ||

Edwyn Percius Vanhaggen

[Green eyes, he/him pronouns]

He does have top surgery scars

He prefers to wear videogame graphic tshirts, and hoodies (hoodies are either orange or magenta)

Whenever he wears button down or polo shirts he never buttons the top two buttons

He usually wears navy blue or black jeans that have tears in the kneecaps

His left wrist is covered in friendship bracelets

Wears crystal necklaces of multiple colors

Black converse style shoes with stage blood spatters on the tips

His sleep wear is a "My chemical romance" t-shirt and boxers

He dyes his hair brown to match Archer and Julie halfway though book 2

Absolutely fucking skinny

Changes his last name to Broadren after his 18th birthday

Cedric Gordon Vanhaggen

[Blue eyes, he/they pronouns]

Usually wears darker colored band tees

Navy blue zip-up hoodies

Likes wearing chokers of all kinds

Interchanges between back fingerless gloves and black and white striped fingerless gloves

Nail polish is either jet black, or deep red

Always wears either navy blue ripped jeans, or dark grey sweat pants

Black high top shoes with pen doodles on the tip and sides

His sleep wear is just his street clothes

Multiple ear piercings

Archer Alexander Broadren

[Brown eyes, he/him pronouns]

He usually enjoys wearing more natural/neutral colors (greys, greens, dull blues, yellows, browns and blacks)

His style normally looks like the other picture above

Always wears a grey tank top underneath his t-shirts

Will layer t-shirts over long sleeve shirts

Likes to wear jeans without holes

Knee socks, usually cartoon themed

Wears sort of rusty looking necklaces

Wears a lot of beaded bracelets

Brown converse

Darker freckles

Acne mostly just on his face

Way more phisicaly fit than Edwyn

Long legs

Sleep wear is a black tank top and basketball shorts

Julie (Juliette) Genevieve Broadren

[Brown eyes, she/her pronouns]

Most of her jewelry is fruit themed

Her makeup inspiration is mostly drag queens, but her daily makeup is much more tame

Likes to wear rings

Makes her own jewelry

Likes wearing baggier clothes for casual wear

Despite dressing mainly for comfort, she's never apposed to getting dolled up

Same darkish freckles as Archer, just with clearer skin with less noticable acne

A lot of her t-shirts are themed after boy bands, or male celebrities she likes

Lights blue zip-up hoodies

Detests flannels, she thinks they look unflattering on her

She usually wears light blue men's jeans because she believes in pockets

When she's not wearing full jeans, she's wearing shorter jean shorts with patterned leggings underneath

She wears black converse, and ankle socks

Occasionally she wears ankle bracelets, and a fake nose ring

Likes painting her nails more pastel colors

If she knows she's going to be taking a photo she puts a small amount of glitter on her face to make her cheeks sparkle

Likes to wear headbands on specific occasions

Every once in a while will wear a flower crown

@todds-diary @thatdumbgoth

#tfe rambles #noodles talks #oc content #{edwyn}#{cedric}#{archer}#{julie}#tfe writes #noodles writes

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thelostrainbowthenovel · 3 months

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🌹 Winx Club AU: Rosia, Witch of Briar 🌹

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Now getting into the Erdennian witches, first up is Rosia! Hers was so much fun to put together(might be my favorite, to be honest), because I already had a lot of red and rose-themed clothing and accessories pinned in my fashion board on Pinterest lol. Rosia was always a witch in every version of this AU, at first because I simply thought it would be fun to imagine her in some of the darker witch aesthetics. Though a new reason why for this current version is because I took inspiration from her name and the rose flower, and decided to make her magic more thorny and fitting for a witch, while keeping her more bubbly and compassionate nature to make her be a positive role model for fellow witches. I hope you enjoy!

Some extra notes about her witch form:

The shiny belt would be black, with the overlay skirt part of the outfit having a rose pattern. Her heels would be the same, but the straps would go up to her knees. The sheer black gloves are the same and would go above the elbow, but the roses on them would be the same color as the roses on her shoes. The headpiece's jewels and roses would match the colors of the choker necklace, with the metal parts of the necklace being silver too.

Her hair is placed in a high and extra curly ponytail, with a black hairband that has a red rose attached. Her makeup consists of dark red eyeshadow with white and a lighter red on the inside corners of the eye, crystals on the side of her eyes shaped to look like roses, dark red blush, dark red lipstick, and long black nails with red roses painted on them.

#the lost rainbow #alternate universe #au #winx club au #winx au #winx club #winx #witch #rosia belmonte #rosia

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schtrawberry · 1 year

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dressing based on my zodiac signs: cancer ascendant, aries venus, aquarius lilith

[!] i am not the biggest fashion person out there. these are all mostly based on my personal style with a hint of whatever ~vibe~ each of my signs gave me.

brief description. cancer is the nostalgic presence of the zodiac that floats between the past and the present. as a rising sign, she is soft, compassionate, and gentle yet able to stun with their elegance and ability to run with the currents of life.

really leaning into the fact that cancer is probably the most earthy water sign; hence the heavy amount of pale greens and yellows as my inspiration.

a lot of house of sunny bc i feel like they capture that casual comfy yet feminine vibe that i think cancer embodies really well. knits, pastels, the occasional 70's funk-inspired patterns and styles— the nostalgia!

another brand that comes to mind is réalisation par for a more soft look. the brand features lots of flowing fabrics, sustainably-sourced cotton, mini dresses, pretty floral prints, and more subdued colors.

pale pinks and yellows partnered with all different shades of blue and green!

chunky knits, light cardigans, and flowery or retro-ish patterns.

in terms of jewelry: a single mini freshwater pearl necklace paired with a gold figaro chain choker would be nice. copious amounts of minimalistic rings bc as i've said before, cancer is still a material girl! perhaps more on the minimalistic side for all her jewelry in general with just a few simple, high quality pieces that only enhance her elegant and feminine side.

brands that come to mind: LoQ the brand, ciao lucia!, faithfull the brand, posse, realisation par, reformation, house of sunny, rachel antonoff.

brief description. the first sign of the zodiac, aries channels youth and the start of new things! in venus, she is in touch with her childlike nature whether it be in the bright colors she chooses, the eye-catching prints that make her heart go 'thump-thump!', or her unconscious pull towards red.

one particular piece that i feel captures the playful fieriness and undeniable sexiness of the aries venus is the luz dress in havana by réalisation par! google it and you'll see why.

aries is the child of the zodiac. i see them channeling boldness and vibrance in their clothes; whether it be through the colors, cut, or patterns— hence the neon colors to cut through the pinks and reds.

the feminine influence of venus brings with it bright shades of pink and yellow to complement the fieriness of aries.

gimaguas x lea colombo collection comes very much to mind as well. i used a lot a lot of the photos used for this collection's lookbook in my lil moodboard because i think the play between the vibrant shades of pink, red, and yellow and boldly body-loving nature of the sleeveless bodycon dress really fit the vision that i had for aries venus— lively, forever in motion whether it be in love or otherwise, and completely in tune with the boldness of mars. [i recommend checking the artworld post by sarah bassett for this collection; i found it to be rlly cool :)]

in terms of jewelry: i only see chunky rings for this sign! i would hate to overstimulate the senses with too many different things going on in one look so i think chunky rings and the right amount of light jewelry will be more than enough.

brands that come to mind: tach clothing, tyler mcgillivary, gimaguas, rua carlota [bc aries is environmentally-friendly like that!], mirror palais, some of the looks by réalisation par.

brief description. aquarius is the visionary of the zodiac. in lilith, she is attracted to all that is unordinary and liberating; every outfit, hairstyle, accessory, is a new experience. her promiscuity and independence shines through in her style— she screams "i don't dress to please any man!"

for aquarius: just... whatever paloma wool has got going on.

lots of paloma wool pieces come to mind. the mix of color and irregular shapes that are distinctive of that brand just fit the archetype of the spunky and colorful aquarius.

special mention: the nika milano x paloma wool collection reminds me so much of the naturally electric eccentricity that comes with the planet uranus. the heavy use of strong-colored gradients and form-fitting fabrics only add to the boldness associated with uranus. in lilith, she is perhaps even less afraid to let loose and show that.

i see dark, shimmery material like rayon or viscose for this sign; cloths that can carry a lot of color and funky prints. this can then be partnered with more solid fabrics like structured cotton or leather!

pieces by ed curtis and his art [find him on ig @ed_curtis_] also inspired the vision i had for this sign. there's just something about his use of bright swirls and roughly stitched fabric that feels reminiscent of the aquarius 'idgaf' nature.

in terms of jewelry: something with opal on it— whether it be a necklace pendant, an earring charm, or an adorned piece of body jewelry. the shade will have to depend on the distinct aura of the wearer; as no two aquarius natives are alike and it's influence can present itself in different ways, depending on an individuals other signs and personality. perhaps a mood ring as well, i don't know, i like to think that an aquarius lilith would bravely wear their heart on their sleeve like that.

brands that come to mind: other than paloma wool, akyn, distal phalanx, jungles jungles, suicoke, laagam [esp their neptune dress!].

so that was it for my zodiac! i recommend that everyone do this w their own signs bc lawd, i enjoyed making this.

#alis does astrology #dressing like my sign/s #zodiac #zodiac signs #astrology #amateur astrology #cancer ascendant #cancer rising #aries venus #aquarius lilith

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diammante · 21 days

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⸺ THUS I CLOTHE MY NAKED VILLAINY WITH OLD ODD ENDS, STOLEN FORTH OF HOLY WRIT.

NAME APOLLONIA HOLMES A COURT. NICKNAMES ONLY NIA TO THE SELECTED FEW ZODIAC ARIES SUN, ARIES MOON, VIRGO RISING. DOB APRIL 18TH, FORTHY-SEVEN. GENDER CIS WOMAN. PRONOUNS SHE/HER. PLACE OF BIRTH LONDON, ENGLAND. RELIGION ROMAN CATHOLIC. LABEL THE HEIRESS OCCUPATION SOCIALITE, INVESTOR, COO OF HOLMES A COURT INC. A JEWELLERY BRAND.

HEIGHT FIVE FOOT SEVEN INCHES. HAIR DARK BROWN, REGULARLY STYLED. EYES DARK BROWN, USUALLY NOT ENHANCED WITH MAKEUP. SCENT A MIXTURE OF AMBER, VETIVER AND HIACYNTH, AND OF COURSE CIGARETTES. INSPIRATION PRINCESS MARGARET ( THE CROWN ), CATHERINE TRAMELL ( BASIC INSTINCT ) HILDA FURACAO ( HILDA FURACAO )

FATHER DAVID HOLMES A COURT ( OWNER OF HOLMES A COURT JEWELLERY BRAND AND HOUSE ) MOTHER JOCASTA GREVILLE ( SOCIALITE, COUNTESS OF WARWICK ) SIBLINGS NONE. SPOUSE WILLIAM PHILIPPS ( VISCOUNT ST DAVIDS, DIVORCED ) / gif credit to mistressvera, edited by me.

the only child of david holmes a court, an american jeweler, and owner of holmes a court inc. and his wife, jocasta, a british socialite and noble woman. apollonia grew up between two countries and two worlds, always having one foot on british soil, while the other, she kept neatly on the streets of new york. childhood was an amalgamation of protocols, endless tutoring, and relentless scrutiny under the watchful eye of the press.

as a teenager, she found a lifelong friend in ignes, though certain resentment has built up over the years. it's at this tender age that she started to diverge from the norm, unwilling to play by every rule that had been set by those much older than her. it could be said that her parents enabled this type of behavior by spoiling her first, which ultimately only made apollonia's volatile nature stronger.

the press had been fond of following her to nightclubs, balls, countless celebrations, naming her 'the unconventional apollonia' in the process. she, on the other hand, both loved and loathed her life, but things took a turn in her twenties, when her parents set an ultimatum and promised her the key to the holmes a court empire. all she had to do was marry well, someone who would amplify their legacy.

she met william at the behest of her parents, and thereafter started a relationship with him. the heiress with vivid brown eyes never held any love for him, and instead, preferred the company of her lover. the marriage of william and apollonia was quick, flashy and grand, and she detested every moment, but with it, she had secured herself an entire future.

at a later date, she moved to new york with him, just so she could be closer to the headquarters of her father's company. four years later, she divorced william. she never had any children, despite wanting her own, and instead turned to arts and charity in order to feel something.

over the years, many stories and rumors and man-made myths were spread about her. from the notion that she bathes in milk and sleeps in silk sheets only with a diamond choker around her neck ( very true ), to the rumors that she does indeed have a child, are just some of them.

she doesn't design most of the brand's jewelry, but she did lend a creative hand in the process of creating a few dazzling pieces. she also has two named after her, one incredibly luxurious necklace and a diamond-studded choker.

can be rather charming and witty, but also brash and brazen. loves to gamble. drives a motorcycle just to spite her image but can also show up to any event dressed to the nines. is a woman that's made of polar opposites. always smoking. the scent of smoke has gotten under her nails and she can't wash it away. the one thing about apollonia that you can never forget is how she smells. the scent of her always lingers.

#eversleyintro

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diamondcrownacademy · 11 months

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DCA Info Part 44: Cercvile de Venin Outfits 👑

Style: Gothic and Cool

A brand inspired by the gloom and despair of the animals and dwarves when Snow White was placed in the glass coffin. The clothes have a rather aesthetically pleasing yet grim design with plenty of dark colors and asymmetry. Many of the outfits in this brand were influenced by Queen Grimhilde and her vanity. This is the brand that Evonie uses for her "Masked Maiden" persona.

Queenly Peacock

"Unapproachable beauty that depicts the vain nature of the peacock that the Beautiful Queen is fond of"

The outfit: Inspired by Queen Grimhilde's love for peacocks, this mermaid style dress is deep violet in color with the top half appearing to be a separate piece resembling a shawl. The shawl portion is broken up into two parts, have elegant floral patterns, and has a high neck collar. The crimson portion has pale yellow lace and it's hems have gold trim that resemble the shape of a crown. The ruffle sleeves are black with a red interior and have a feather pattern on them. The footwear consists of a pair of black heeled shoes.

Accessories: The accessories include a yellow rosette hairpiece with a purple and red ribbon with a red gem brooch in the center, violet feathers with fuchsia tips and gold chains attached to teardrop brooches. The outfit additionally comes with a necklace featuring the same teardrop brooch as the hairpiece chains. The most notable accessory is the transparent indigo cape with gold tips that resemble peacock feather.

Huntress

"Never let go of your prey, just remember to save the heart to offer to your beautiful queen, faithful huntress."

The outfit: Inspired by the Huntsman, this outfit includes a maroon sweetheart top worn underneath a purplish gray jacket dress with a black lapel with gold trim, and black rectangular epaulettes with gold trim, fringes and decorations in the shape of daggers. The bottom half of the outfit features an indigo floral overskirt with the other side being a solid crimson, the interior of the dress also includes a transparent black skirt with the same floral print as the overskirt. The footwear consists of a pair of purplish gray ankle boots with gold soles, black and gold straps and the top of the boots have brown fur.

Accessories: The accessories include a purplish gray hat with black plumage, black and gold ribbon, and a rectangular violet gem brooch accompanied by a dagger charm. The hat includes a black floral transparent veil that obscures the upper half of the wearer's face. Other accessories include a black and gold choker with the same brooch seen on the hat and is attached to pearl strands on each side, a black belt with a gold buckle and a pair of gold pearl strands attached to a gold key charm that includes a raven on it.

Caged Raven

"The only thing the raven lived by is the smell of the potions brewed by the queen, there was nothing exciting happening at all... Until the queen brewed a poison apple."

The outfit: Based on Queen Grimhilde's pet raven, this navy blue colored dress with golden trimming features a sleeveless side on the right with a gold chain with red gem brooches serving as a sleeve and the left side features a midnight blue long sleeve with the end of the sleeve having a sparkly fuchsia and gold cuff. The skirt is asymmetrical and appears to have a feather pattern on it and features a sparkly fuchsia interior and a tattered black petticoat. The footwear consists of a pair of indigo boots with gold trim, tips and laces. There is also a sparkly fuchsia strap with gold trim and on the top of the boots are a red gem brooch.

Accessories: The accessories include a hair accessory that resembles a ruffled indigo flower with a sparkly fuchsia interior and is attached to midnight blue feathers that obscures half of the wearer's face. There's a brooch in the center of the long sleeve portion of the dress. Additional accessories include a midnight blue arm warmer with a fuchsia and gold cuff on the right hand and a gold chain of teardrop brooches around the skirt.

Shrouded Queen

"A beautiful face hidden under the dark veil of deceit, what could she be hiding?"

The outfit: Taking inspiration from Queen Grimhilde's old hag form, this dress features a gold and black bodice with gold trim in the shape of a V dividing both parts. The inner mini skirt is a solid black color with gold trim and the asymmetrical outer skirt is gray with a pattern that resembles a rabbit skull and has gold trim. The footwear consists of a pair of black and gold sandals with a gold brooch with a blue gem.

Accessories: The most significant accessory is the black veil with gold trim and diamond shaped charms attached to pearl strands throughout. Another significant accessory is the gold collar with black webbed accents and a blue gem brooch in the center. The gold parts resemble lotus petals. Other accessories include a pair of black opera length gloves, three gold bracelets on the wearer's left hand and a gold belt with the same pearl strands and charms as shown on the veil.

#brand clothing info #DCA info #diamond crown academy

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strawberrynida · 1 year

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Presenting the NANA collection and my influence: [Now Sold Out]

A few months back, I created the NANA collection based on the anime/manga "NANA." As I was reading the manga and watching the anime, I found myself entranced by the contrast between punk/pretty, black/pink, their fashion, and jewelry. I knew I HAD to create a jewelry collection that was inspired by the characters!!!

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This necklace was inspired by Nana Osaki's spiked black choker, her wear of paperclip chains (in other magazine publications, pictured below with an orange scarf), and the roses that surround her on stage. I knew I had to find a way to make a rose blend into an otherwise very punk choker! I could picture Osaki wearing these on stage or with a beautiful red gown. I added black onyx crystal within the paperclip chain to make it cohesive and mix the punk style with elegance.

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These three necklaces were heavily inspired by the key/lock chains that Osaki and Ren wear, and by the key to their respective homes. Nana, Hachi, and Ren share a deep bond that is reflected by lock and key; e.g., even when Ren and Nana depart, Ren continues to wear his lock chain. However, I wanted to make necklaces that were a little more intricate than a simple lock/key on a chain, so I added other little concepts into the necklaces such as roses, black and red beads, and even crystals.

The Amethyst key was inspired by Nana Osaki wearing purple (occasionally) and the sewing pin attached to her chain (seen above). Below, I provided pictures of Ren wearing his chain, and an example of the significance that a key holds in both Nana's Osaki's and Hachi's lives (the key to their apartment)!

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And of course, I can't mention Nana without talking about Nana Komatsu aka HACHI. These three necklaces reflect Hachi's bubbly style!!! Hachi didn't always wear pink, but I felt like I had to make them pale pink. I knew that these necklaces needed a white beaded base as Hachi usually wore a very simple necklace with white beads and a flower in the middle. But, for my collection, I decided to add real roses, to match Nana Osaki's rose necklace in my collection. I could have added daisies, as Hachi is drawn with yellow flowers, but I felt that as she matured in the manga, those flowers didn't represent her very much.

Obviously, I added a strawberry as a center charm for the third necklace, but I included rose Quartz to represent Hachi's sweet nature, desire for love (romantic and platonic), and hopefulness.

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And finally, this Viviane Westwood-inspired necklace! I had a hard time remembering if Hachi ever wore a Vivienne Westwood necklace, but this necklace did represent both Nana's. Nana Osaki for her love of the brand, and Hachi for her love of white pearls.

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Well, folks, that's it. Thank you for reading this and I hope you enjoyed the necklaces and the inspiration behind each piece! Sadly, these necklaces sold out. I am a one-person-owned shop, so I do not have the means to produce these on a larger scale or recreate them. However, I do commissions (and you could ask me to recreate them as closely as possible) or simply wait for another drop (which I may do in the near future). Bye bye <333 love yew <333

#nana #nana komatsu #nana anime #nana osaki #nana hachi #nana ren #nana mange #strawberry #punk #punk jewelry #preppy #90s anime #retro anime #anime #old anime

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gloriousncss · 4 months

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Task 004: Claire Stuart's Wardrobe

How important is fashion and staying current trends to your character?

Not at all important. Claire marches to the beat of her own drum, and that is indicated by the way that she dresses. While the style of the century is more stiff fabrics, bigger skirts, and tighter bodices, Claire's wardrobe has inspirations from Celtic and Elvish styles.

What colors does your character typically wear? Why do they choose that particular color?

Green is perhaps her biggest motif, representative of the Earth at its absolute healthiest. She will also play with other softer natural colors found in florals like white and accents of pink.

Does your character like to wear a lot of embellishments? Or do they keep it more simple?

Claire's dresses are always adorned with some kind of floral embroidery or 3D floral embellishment, as she has such a deep connection to nature. The idea is that nature is very much as one with her as she is one with it.

What does your character wear when they go to balls and social gatherings?

For fancy parties or balls, Claire deviates away from the greens and gravitates more to the pink and white tones and will also pile on the accessories a bit more, like bigger earrings, necklaces, gloves, and a choker style necklace.

What does your character wear in their day-to-day life?

While the fashion trends of the era are more about solid, sturdier fabrics and tighter bodices, Claire wears flowier, more translucent fabrics that move with the wind and allow her to move a bit more freely about the world. Typically, her sleeves are also tight down to her elbows and flow out either down to the ground or just to her wrists, depending on the occassion.

How does your character style their hair?

She switches it up from up and down depending on how busy she is. When she is most relaxed and care-free, her hair is down with braids scattered throughout. When she's busy, determined, stressed, angry, etc. her hair is up and tight with braids interwoven. When she is focused, yet solemn, her hair is pulled back into a simple braid. She also does like to wear real flowers in her hair as much as possible, but it is important to take note of what kind of flower she wears.

What shoes does your character usually wear?

Lace up boots that are embroidered with flowers and ivy with a little heel. She likes structure amidst the natural world and it also keeps the dirt from outside getting into her toes.

Does your character like to wear jewelry or any other accessories?

If she ever does wear earrings, they are very small and simple. The only necklace she wears is a chain that reaches beneath her neckline that has her departed husband, James's, wedding ring.

What does your character wear to sleep?

A white cotton nightgown, something very basic and simple that allows her body to move freely when she tosses and turns.

#muse; 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐭 #task; 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐭 #theopulent.task004

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drydenjewelry · 8 months

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White Mother of Pearl Collection Featuring Bauhina Blakeana, Playful Bow, Clover Faith, Clematis and Fluttering Butterfly Adorned with VVS Grade Lab Made Diamonds

#Buy Mother of Pearl Jewellery Online #Mother of Pearl Jewelry Collection #Shop Handmade Mother Of Pearl Jewelry #Mother of Pearl Jewelry & Necklaces #Demi Fine Necklace for women #Designer Demi Fine Jewellery #Best Demi-Fine Jewelry in US #Buy Demi-Fine Necklaces for Women Online #Demi-Fine Jewelry Collection in United States #Demi-Fine Jewelry for Women #Demi-Fine Bracelets in United States #Handmade Demi-Fine Jewelry #Designer Demi-Fine Necklaces & Choker #Nature-Inspired Necklaces & Choker

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artblockastor · 8 months

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[ID: multiple digital, colored drawings of the same, pale girl with various hair colors and outfits, all of them including a white surgical mask pulled over her mouth and nose. The first drawing is of the girl, named Buffy, with black, curly hair, dyed a dark green at the ends. She’s wearing a black sweatshirt tucked into a long, flowy black skirt with a studded belt, two chains clipped to the belt, and she has a pair of black boots on. She’s accessorized with a black choker, which displays a vintage cameo charm. The second drawing is of the same girl with dark, blood red hair, the same boots and skirt from the first drawing, a t-shirt with two people kissing on it and the words “Yayx3 Rvnge” (meant to be a parody of the album cover of My Chemical Romance’s album “Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge”), with a long, red and black striped cardigan overtop. The third drawing is of Buffy with black rooted hair that’s been dyed dark red for the most part, with blue streaks at the ends, all tied up in a half-up half-down hairstyle. She’s wearing a grey-blue turtleneck sweater with sleeves that almost cover her hands, and a darker grey-blue velvet dress (with a skirt ending at her knees) overtop, along with black tights and black boots. The fourth image is of Buffy with her hair the same colors as last time, but this time in a ponytail. She’s wearing a dark red t-shirt with a grey tank top over it, and an unzipped, sleeveless, black hoodie over that. She also has a black pleated skirt (ending above her knees), black fishnet stockings, black and dark red-striped knee-high socks, and black high-top converse. She’s accessorized with black and red striped elbow-length fingerless gloves, a few leather cord necklaces and bracelets, some red, black, and white wooden beaded bracelets, and a belt with two chains clipped onto it. The fifth image is of Buffy with black and silver-streaked hair, tucked into a navy blue beanie hat, with just the bangs and some strands sitting out in the front. She’s wearing a light grey t-shirt that has some black stick figures on it (one of whom seems to have an American flag draped over their shoulders), and the text “USA: pretty, crazy” (meant to be a parody of the cover of Fall Out Boy’s album “American Beauty, American Psycho”), which she wears with a light blue plaid jacket, black jeans, black converse high tops, and a studded belt with two chains clipped on. End ID]

Hello, y’all!

I’ve had this one character for about four years now, and just like me, she’s dressed like Adam Sandler since her creation. Unfortunately, out of my cast of characters, this one is far from the only poor sweet creation of mine subjected to my tragic lack of style. So, I figured it was about time I at least attempt to fix that.

I figured I should start off this series(??) of Character Closet Makeovers with some rather casual outfits for my dear child Buffy Whinsnap.

Most of these outfits are meant to be relatively comfortable, warm (with the option to be less so), and easy enough to maneuver in while still looking cute and being something Buffy would enjoy. She takes a liking to many different clothing styles, but seems to like outfits from alternative-inspired styles, like goth, scene, and cottage/forestcore. Here we mostly see outfits inspired by gothic and scene-esq ideas, but Buffy likes to keep her number of clothing pieces relatively low, and also loves being able to show off the band tees and trinkets she’s collected. I hope to add more forest/cottagecore outfits in the more formal addition to her closet makeover.

I like adding little tags describing or giving insight on some objects/clothing pieces! Apologies if my handwriting is illegible :’)

I know this outfit isn’t technically true or traditional goth, but it’s as best as Buffy can really do right now with her income and allergy to plastics. Most of her clothes are cotton or some other natural fiber. The only time she can really afford to wear any sort of plastic is if it’s not going to touch her skin. Because of her having allergic reactions to coming into contact with plastic, she often wears long sleeves and sometimes even gloves in crowded public areas to avoid being hurt. Also yeah I was thinking of Winona Ryder in Beetlejuice whilst drawing this what of it sue me I can’t help the fact that she’s pretty and iconic and that I’m definitely attracted to women admit it you think she’s pretty too

Buffy loves her Our Chemistry’s Affair “Yayx3 Revenge” shirt almost as much as she loves not having to look people in the eye by just ✨having her hair cover her eyes✨ My girl’s like five feet tall, the only ones capable of looking her in the eye are toddlers, hyper elementary schoolers, and anxious insecure middle schoolers who are too busy or anxious to look her in the eyes anyway. The perks of Not Talking and having fluffy hair ig.

Her cardigan is cozy, but also slips off easily. This may sound annoying, but she actually appreciates it. If someone’s chasing her and grabs the tail of her cardigan, or it gets caught on something, she can just keep running and it won’t hold her back. Then she can go back later because who would let a good cardigan go to waste like that

This is one of her more generic outfits, yes, but there are several perks to it!

The long sleeves help keep her warm, which is good already (temperature regulation who?), but the sleeves are really long and can be unfolded to be used as grips or mitts to handle hot or rough things. Her corset may not seem super conventional, but it’s actually helpful in many ways. It can be used to hide thinner things (paper money, cards, small pouches of medicines, etc), and is made of quality leather and reinforced with interlocking wooden plates which can help protect against blunt force and stabbing attacks.

This outfit was really fun to design! I wanted to give her a brighter, more energetic, scene-inspired outfit. I would’ve given her the early 2000s knee-high Converse, or platform Converse, but let’s be honest: she’s not going to spend that long lacing up shoes, and there’s no way she’d be able to run and fight in five-inch platforms atm.

Buffy never goes anywhere without a long-sleeved shirt or jacket, and I’m well aware of this. Problem is, I REALLY wanted to give her those elbow-length, striped fingerless gloves. So I decided to commit a “fashion atrocity” (or so I’ve been told) and give her a sleeve-optional hoodie. To be honest, I think it looks okay. Something popular in the scene fashion is LAYERS. So many layers. Everywhere. So I figured a third and obvious layer could work with this outfit. What do you think? Buffy thinks it’s a good idea despite the potential judgement, because detachable sleeves have many uses. Hot? Take the sleeves off. Cold? Put the sleeves back on. In need of an emergency rope? Take a sleeve off and use it for that. Also in need of a makeshift tourniquet? Sleeve. Maybe we should all just start wearing detachable sleeves in case someone grabs/stabs at us?

I feel like Buffy would’ve loved wearing khandi jewelry, with all of their fun colors and patterns, and ability to easily cover scarring and stains, but khandi in the scene fashion is almost always made of plastic, and Buffy’s not going to subject herself to allergic reactions just for fashion and some nice clinking noises. So, she got some khandi bracelets made out of wooden beads! And the good news is that they can be used to start a fire in an emergency, so she feels carrying these random bracelets around is justified. I would’ve given her some coon tail hair extensions too, but I didn’t really know how to work those into her hair, since she tries to avoid using heat on her hair and therefore wouldn’t be straightening it, so the coon tails might look out of place.

Buffy usually tries to avoid wearing lighter colors due to stain risks (pasta sauce, dirt from falling off her horse, stab wounds, ink tears, etc.), but one of her few exceptions (“you are the only exception”) is her gray Nuclear Boii t-shirt (yes I will be drawing off-brand band tees until the day my soul passes on), and the light blue flannel she likes pairing with it. The good news is that this flannel is vintage and made of quality materials, which means that (despite the slashes and holes Buffy’s had to sew and patch up) it’s more durable and easier to use in situations that call for bindings and blankets. Her only real problem with this flannel though, is that it’s hard to add hidden pockets to it because you’d see the bulging. Good news is that bobby pins exist for the sake of her beanie. She can’t hide too much inside of the beanie itself, but her hair is thick and abundant, and could easily hypothetically stash money, meds, needles, thread, and/or a knife or two. Who knows what’s in there? Just don’t touch the hat. Or the hair. Or her, in general. She’s low-key germaphobic. There’s a reason she almost never leaves her house without a mask on.

Anyway, thank you for glancing in the direction of this post! And if you’ve gotten this far, then.. what are you doing? Go get some rest. You’ve come a long way through the seas of my endless rambling.

TL;DR: I like designing outfits every now and then, and apparently I like to rant?

Stay tuned for more, assuming the art block doesn’t prevail!

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