Sirry Crakehall 🤎 (what's funny is that i made a Penelope Featherington coded character months before I watched Bridgerton and didn't realize till making this)
Efina Swyft 💙
Odile Swann 🦢
Flower Darling 🐺
more to come <3
Let me know if they don't work, Spotify had been giving me a hard time
To Capitol citizens, there are none more celebrated than our victors, District citizens who have displayed heroism against the odds. So why has CapitolTV begun re-releasing former Victory Tour posters amidst a revolution? We can only imagine this is a last ditch effort to rally support around the Capitol. Whatever their reason, we at Capitol Couture are taking these posters at face value, examining the fashion and design behind these iconic posters celebrating beloved icons.
There is only one victor we can imagine making a head brace look stylish—Porter Millicent Tripp from District 5. For those of you that don’t remember, Tripp earned her “halo” and a broken neck after a spinal injury she received in the Games’ final showdown. She posed for her Victory Tour poster wearing a form-fitting navy bodysuit with bright orange Capitol insignias. The complimentary colors draw you in while her defiant look makes her an unforgettable victor. We at Capitol Couture are still in awe of you, Porter. Well done indeed.
Susanne Bartsch has been at the nexus of fashion and art in the Capitol since the beginning of her storied career. Creative Director, Event Producer and Mom are among her many job titles, but it’s her singularity of vision that made her a household name as a fashion icon. She first came to prominence for her NYC store, causing a sensation by importing then little-known English designers such as John Galliano, Leigh Bowery, Vivienne Westwood and Mr. Pearl. She then found her métier producing spectacular happenings around the globe for a roster of high-profile clients. Her star-studded fundraisers produced millions of dollars for those affected by AIDS. Currently, she’s the subject of a blockbuster retrospective at F.I.T. called “Fashion Underground: The World of Susanne Bartsch.”
CapitolTV has released a second set of Victory Tour posters from their archives, and we at Capitol Couture are in agreement; they couldn’t be any more beautiful. It’s fair to say that few of us living in Panem today have ever laid eyes on these rare and precious artifacts, with them having been sealed in the Capitol vaults for over 60 years.
Mags Flanagan, immortalized here as a young woman, looks as fierce and tenacious as ever. Her triumphant win in the 11th Hunger Games made her a household name and Panem’s sweetheart for years to come. It’s incredible to think this stoic girl is the same woman that smiled so warmly and fought so valiantly alongside Katniss Everdeen in the 75th Hunger Games.
Fashioning olive fatigues, Mags’ vintage look feels surprisingly on-trend with the current wave of militia attire. This, paired with minimal makeup, makes Mags look devastatingly elegant and timeless. Could Mags have been an overlooked style icon? Capitol Couture thinks so.
As fabulous and eye-catching as this heroic imagery is, and while Mags returned to the Games during the most recent Quarter Quell, these iconic Victory Tour posters remained under lock and key until now… perhaps saving them for greater impact when the message was needed most by The Capitol Gamemakers? Only time will tell.
Don’t forget to follow Capitol Couture for the latest fashion and news from across Panem.
What a whirlwind this past week has been! Seemingly in an effort to raise spirits around the Capitol’s war efforts, CapitolTV has been releasing long-sequestered Victory Tour posters from the CMI archives. Following the release of striking images of the resilient Porter Millicent Trip (victor of the 38th Games) and the beloved Mags Flanagan (victor of the historic 11th Games), today we’re blessed with a staggering poster set featuring the stalwart Augustus Braun from District 1.
Augustus Braun, aka “The Cavalier Career”, stands amongst stark Capitol architecture in these 67th Victory Tour posters. His white ensemble is bright and optimistic; a knowing aesthetic decision in direct contrast to the unkempt persona he cultivated during his Games. Braun stands proud, both of his success in the arena and of his nation, secure in his legacy as Panem’s Favorite Son. The Capitol duly sung his praises as he toured the districts, bringing with him a message of prosperity and reconciliation to the people.
It’s an honor to showcase your Victory Tour posters, Augustus. May it remind our readers of a happier era in this great country, and serve to inspire those that seek to make a difference during these trying times.
Don’t forget to follow Capitol Couture for the latest fashion and news from across Panem.
We have a casual dress, a semi formal dress, and a formal dress.
Her's is the most Tudor in shape and I also added nods to Daeny's fashion sense as well because I feel like while Daenerys isn't going to jump head first into her sister's over the top style, she's still supportive and thinks the face painting is cute. And I know I don't really draw eyebrows but I wanted to show hers because while Daeny has no eyebrows and paints them on, Daenerys just adds some color to her brows. Whelp. That's all I had to say. Byeee
No warnings or anything... Just me spending too much time on the Oldtown wiki and being afraid to write scenes with more than two people...
Lacie leaned against the carriage window, her gaze wandering over the winding road, Oldtown's towering spire nowhere in sight. Her brothers had galloped ahead, their horses' hooves beating a steady rhythm against the dirt, and though she longed to ride alongside them as she had for most of the twelve-day journey, her gown-- a cumbersome necessity for today's purpose-- kept her firmly inside the stuffy cabin.
Barley, her closest friend and now loyal handmaid, sat comfortably with the young hackman at the front, chattering away. The pair had grown fond of one another during the journey, much to Lacie's quiet amusement. But inside the carriage, she found herself restless.
She had grossly misjudged the journey's length, and the monotony of the road had claimed the last pages of both her books. As the carriage rolled into a quiet, drowsy village, she silently begged for a reprieve, a stop-even if just to stretch her legs. She slumped further into her seat, her dove, Freefall, shifting atop her head with a quiet coo. His clawed feet clung to the nest he had fashioned in her curls
The town they passed through was draped in a dull slum. To Lacie, the place seemed utterly lifeless-- devoid of spark or intrigue. She felt as though the dreary landscape might suffocate her, her mind threatening to leak out through her ears. Even Freefall, perched atop her head, seemed unimpressed. If she didn't find some entertainment soon, she feared she might fade into the same dull grey that cloaked the town's weary streets.
She shut her eyes and pretended to be a bird as she conjured the image of Oldtown-- a jewel upon the Whispering Sound, its history rooted deep in the age of the First Men. The largest and wealthiest city in all the Seven Kingdoms. In her mind's eye, she could see its polished black stone glinting in the sunlight, its cobbled streets winding through a labyrinth of splendor. Encircling it all were towering walls of thick, unyielding stone-- a fortress of prosperity and grandeur.
Oldtown, they said, carried the scent of a perfumed lady-- its air thick with the sweetness of melons and the soft perfume of moonbloom, tangled with the richness of peaches and the dark allure of nightshade. Even the sweetest pomegranates lent their presence to the fragrant symphony. Lacie could almost feel the blossoms brushing against her skin. Truly, she could just die at the thought of it all.
The Citadel... A bastion of knowledge and enlightenment, yet its hallowed halls were not untouched by shadow. Whispers spoke of forbidden tomes locked away, of hidden agendas weaving through its scholarly pursuits. It fascinated her endlessly. One day, she would visit, no matter the cost-- sneaking in, if that's what it took, to uncover the secrets lurking behind its ancient doors.
The Starry Sept, where her parents wed in secret... It was here, too, that Aegon the Conqueror knelt before the Faith, anointed beneath its grand dome of black marble when proclaimed Lord of the Seven Kingdoms. Beneath, the crypts stretched deep, their silence heavy with the remains of long- departed High Septons.
She imagined a maze of twisting wynds and alleys, their narrow, crooked paths weaving like threads through the heart of the city. Oh, the markets... What treasures might they hold?
With trade routes linking the city to Essos and the Summer Islands, Oldtown's markets brimmed with rare spices, fine silks, and exotic perfumes. Fresh fish, oysters, and delicacies from the Whispering Sound were abundant, alongside grains, fruits, vegetables, and refined beverages like Arbor gold. A feast for the palate and torture for the purse.
High-quality glasswork... Glasswork-- Her thoughts lingered on Hightower’s glass candle, whispered of by her mother countless times. What might its glow reveal if it were hers? The Wall’s icy expanse? The spires of King’s Landing? Sunspear’s golden sands? Perhaps farther still—the endless plains of Essos, or Tyrosh, the city of her grandmother’s birth.
Then there was The Hightower itself-- a towering fortress of austere black stone, its square silhouette commanding Oldtown's horizon. At its pinnacle, a gleaming beacon burned bright, guiding ships safely into the bustling port below. Here, she and her brothers would make their home, at least for now.
Deep beneath The Hightower lay vaults shrouded in mystery-- waiting to be explored by her and her brothers. Above, at its summit, were the apartments of the Lord of the Hightower. She couldn't help but wonder what her own chambers would look like within such storied walls... Surely like nothing she'd ever known before...
A sharp rapping on the door jolted her her from her thoughts and apparent slumber. She blinked a couple times and was met with Erron's shit eating grin looking at her from outside the window.
She swung the door open and stepped out, stretching her stiff limbs with a relieved sigh. Erron wasted no time, plucking Freefall from her head and tucking the bird snugly under his arm as his eyes roamed the courtyard with casual curiosity.
"Did you see the dragon?" he asked, his voice alight with excitement.
What...? What?!
"No... I was asleep," she muttered groggily, smoothing her disheveled hair as her eyes scanned the courtyard. To her surprise, it wasn't much different from the one back at Warmen Hall.... Just bigger.
"Great big thing, it was," he said, his tone still buzzing with excitement. "Shiny and blue and copper-colored."
"Color me jealous," she replied calmly, though her heart was practically in her throat. She brushed a stray lock of hair back and narrowing her eyes. "Where's Guias and Devlon?"
"No welcoming party, so they went off to find the training grounds," he shrugged.
No welcoming party? The thought struck her as odd.
She folded her arms tightly, her tone sharp with frustration. "So I dressed up and stayed cramped in that box for hours-for nothing?"
Around them, the courtyard bustled with activity, though none of the people paid them the slightest attention. They carried on, hauling their belongings into the keep, indifferent to the siblings' presence. It was as if they were no more than ghosts passing through.
"Are we just... supposed to wander around?" she asked, her voice edged with disbelief.
"I guess," Erron replied, shrugging casually. "Considering how rigid Mother made our oh- so-esteemed relatives out to be, I figured they'd at least bother to greet us. Or send a guide, maybe."
Well, this is... underwhelming.
"I thought so too," she said with a shrug. "Maybe we're ahead of schedule? Maybe they just don’t realize we’ve arrived..."
"Maybe," Erron mused, flashing a grin as he changed the subject. "Freefall and I are headed to find the kitchens. Care to join us?"
"No... I guess I'll just wander a bit," she said with a sigh, stretching until her back gave a satisfying pop. "Make sure Freefall doesn't lose his ribbon-- or better yet, find out where they've taken his cage."
Erron snapped into a playful salute. "Aye, mi'lady," he said with a grin, stepping backward without breaking the gesture. Freefall remained safely tucked under his arm.
She crossed her arms, fixing Erron with an exaggeratedly unimpressed glare as he backed away with his playful salute. Only when he finally turned and disappeared inside did her stance relax.
With a huff, she let her gaze wander across the unfamiliar courtyard. New places always unsettled her, a discomfort she couldn't quite shake. Fidgeting with the golden ram head clasping her belt, she began to meander, each step hesitant yet curious in the face of the unknown.
In order we have casual, "semi"formal and then formal. Ignore the fact that I thought I found an easy way to draw seven pointed starts on the last two but they actually ended up being six points... And I totally didn't use the same trim as one of my Alicent dresses because it's really cool... And I used the same sleeves and cape as the Naerys portrait I just posted
When it comes to court fashion I kinda think of it as an amalgamation of all the different regions, leaning on the default silhouette being kinda Tudor. HOWEVER I think Naerys would prefer something less form fitting which is why there's no structured bodice on her casual dress and for the formal ones the bodice isn't as tightly sculpted as I typically draw them. I also kinda think the long flowing skirts and sleeves work well for a traditional "royal" look. Specifically Targaryen royalty because they kinda are the default. long flowing shapes is what I think of when I think about valyrian fashion sooo...
"The stormlands, historically the Kingdom of the Storm, are one of the constituent regions of the Seven Kingdoms on the continent of Westeros. The Kingdom of the Storm was a sovereign nation until Aegon's Conquest, in which the last Storm King was slain. The region is so-named for the savage and frequent autumn storms that batter the coast after beginning in the Summer Sea.
The stormlands are ruled from the castle of Storm's End by House Baratheon. Notable bannermen of the region include Buckler, Caron, Connington, Dondarrion, Errol, Estermont, Penrose, Selmy, Staedmon, Swann, Tarth, and Wylde.
Noble bastards raised in the stormlands are given the surname Storm."
👗 humbly requesting something Epli would wear to a tourney. I wanna see Weird Babygirl dressed up
Birb ❤️❤️
Someone cooked here... Lol
Really happy with this one so I hope y'all are too. Decided to go with Epli's birthday tournament, which @selfproclaimedunicorn and I figured would be where she met Ella and Robert soooo
It's her (23rd? 24th?) birthday so she gets to show collarbone and wear her pushup corset-- HoW cHeEkY 😂 IDK--
"me and my husband saw you across the viewing box and we really liked your weird vibe" --Ella probably
Scene of your choice. Maybe like a feast/festival.
Answer when you can 🌈
I HAVE DELIVERED 🫴💙❤️🤍
One down, two to go 💙❤️🤍
I'm trying to think of any Vale specific celebrations but I couldn't and when I looked them up... I also got nothing... So-- since she's decked out in her house colors I'm just going to say house Coldwater is hosting something 😂
"The westerlands or westlands, historically the Kingdom of the Rock, are a region in the west of the continent of Westeros. Before Aegon's Conquest, it was ruled by the Kings of the Rock. People from the westerlands are known as westermen.
The customary surname of bastards of noble origin born in the westerlands is Hill.
The westerlands are ruled from Casterly Rock by House Lannister. Notable bannermen have included Banefort, Brax, Broom, Clegane, Crakehall, Farman, Lefford, Lydden, Marbrand, Payne, Prester, Reyne, Serrett, Swyft, Tarbeck, and Westerling."
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