"So—uh... Hi."
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"So—uh... Hi."
面料说明 抹胸:竹节棉麻(加花边) 粉色褙子:幻色雪纺(系带会比图片下移一点) 酒红褙子:幻色雪纺 褶裙:幻色雪纺 摄影:司南 麻豆:巨巨
司南阁
(via 【司南阁】汉服 宋 褙子 ——浅黛-淘宝网)
I’m like wine. I get better with age. And I become even more intoxicating.
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Victorian Goth
Woman wearing traditional Chinese Hanfu - Type: Quju/曲裾 (curved-hem robe).
Words are not cupped deeply enough to hold my fondness. I bite my tongue and scowl my love, lest passion make me slave.
Robin Hobb, Ship of Magic (via victoriousvocabulary)
Victorian Goth
On another note; I have a bias for TWICE as of late; aka Kpop so I’m sharing it here. Passing on my bias.
So, um...
I’m not even apologizing because you guys are already used to my absence.
The thing is: I intended to stick here since the day I posted I planned on being more present, BUT I had a few problems with my cosplay, so I’m running to fix them so it’s ready for the event this Thursday.
I said I wasn’t going to, but I’ll say I’m so, so sorry, you guys...
OC Outfit Doodle Asks
abra-ka-dammit:
Send one of the following symbols and one of my OC’s names and I’ll doodle:
👀 OC in their typical underwear 💤 OC in their sleep attire 🔞 OC in something sexy 🏄 OC in what they would wear to the beach/pool 👔 OC in what they would wear to a formal event (such as a wedding) ☠ OC in what they would wear to a funeral 👖 OC in what they would wear to a casual event (such as a birthday party) 👑 OC dressed as royalty 🚪 OC in what they wear when lounging around at home 💕 OC in what they would wear on a first date ❌ OC in something they would absolutely never wear 🎃 OC in a costume they’d wear for Halloween 🎄 OC in an ugly Christmas sweater 🚓 OC in a prison uniform 🚲 OC in athletic gear 🐰 OC in a kigurumi of their favourite animal ❄ OC in what they’d wear on a very cold day 🔥 OC in what they’d wear on a very hot day 👕 OC in a T-shirt with something stupid printed on it (think Zazzle) 🎭 OC in another OC’s typical attire 📦 OC wearing something that isn’t clothes (such as a fig leaf, a barrel, etc.) 👻 OC in a really bad disguise 📷 OC in a stereotypical tourist getup 🙎 OC in something embarrassing 👗 OC in something from the 50’s 💀 OC in goth/emo/scene attire 💃 OC in some radical 90’s clothes 🌁 OC in a hoodie 🌋 OC in camping or adventuring gear ♠️ OC in their armor (or in some sort of fantasy armor if not applicable to their story) 🎨 OC in a cartoon character’s outfit 🏨 OC in a maid outfit 🏥 OC in a nurse uniform 🐑 OC in farmer wear 👍 OC in a crop top
Hitting the Town
nefariousbelladonna:
You look almost surprised for a moment but then end up laughing. It’s not a mean laugh, just…surprised.
“Well, of course it is. I wouldn’t take you somewhere unimpressive.” You say. You even open the front door of the restaurant for her even though technically you could have given anyone half of a look and gotten someone else to do it. It’s worth it to be polite to her, you think. She’s been nice so far after all, and you would be terribly out of character to be rude all of a sudden.
Upon walking inside the two of you are immediately met by the maitre d of the restaurant. He looks a little nervous to see a Fuzz and a Scoundrel standing side by side but ushers the two of you to a corner of the dining room with little spoken fuss.
You slide into one of the seats and take his offered menu with a smile. Then when he hurries back off you grin a bit at Handy.
“You can order anything you like. I’ve got something of a tab here.”
At the dame’s response you cannot help the slightest of blushes from surging on your cheeks. And also took advantage of the educate gesture she just made to hide it and keep it from getting redder. “Thank you,” is all you could quickly muster out afterwards.
This really isn’t a situation you can properly handle. Miss Bawd is a woman of respect, undoubtedly, but you barely know her and this makes you feel in the least bothered. The whole place makes you think everyone is disapproving your stance. It all gives you the impression of walking in a minefield - even following the maître d’s every step feels ridiculously hard.
All in all, it was possible to make it flawlessly, sitting in an awkward fashion on the seat, not really knowing how to arrange your legs, thankful a menu was offered so there was no necessity to stare blankly at anything at all.
When the woman’s words make themselves heard, you turn to look at her, offering a shy smile, ”Ah, right. Um...” bashful, you skim through the numbers, trying to find the cheapest elements on the menu. It’s quite hard, you’re getting ahead of yourself, forgetting the afore-read ones.
In a fit of clumsiness, you opt to make at least some conversation to both gain time and say what you couldn’t before. “Before I forget once more,” you begin, attempting your best to not show nervousness through tonality, “I’d like to say I’m grateful for you treating me to this...” - a quick glance at the numbers again, - “... Even though it was me who suggested the dining.”
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She eyes the individual before her, seemingly unimpressed, though with a diminutive shine of curiosity in her vermilion orbs. “A new guy in town, I suppose,” Damara states, cocking her hip to the side. A hand on it and a once-over the man again.
“You seem interesting enough,” the young woman admits, then offers her hand for a shake, “Handmaid. Don’t ask for a name. You won’t get it.”
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for the damaged coda by blonde redhead (aka “evil mortys theme” from rick and morty) in music box form
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If there was anything Damara wouldn’t have predicted meeting herself with at any time in her entire life, was this. The woman before her seemed like a carapacian mixtured with a cherub’s final life stage’s wings.
How did she find herself in this situation? Only the Horrorterrors would know. The troll wasn’t even aware of the weird planet’s name to begin with. And wouldn’t care less, also. Probably space shenanigans.
“O... Kay...” she began, darting her eyes about the entire place, “Let’s talk about my trumpet-beast in the room: who are you?”