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skirtmag · 2 years

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#Robe Noelia #Pois #Bouquet #Floral #Robe De Fluer #Parisienne #Ben Massarenti #Italian Model #parisian chic #French Fashion #Rouje #lesfillesenrouje #rouje paris

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skirtjournal · 2 years

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Où ça, une rétrograde de Mercure ?

La saison Rouje

There is consistency and there is also Rouje. Campaign after campaign the greatness is witnessed, relived in the eyes of those who dare to call themselves Lesfillesenrouje and those who choose the other way of life. To us, it is all the same. This is what life is all about. The summer, the clothes, la chaleur. It seems like Rouje is everything and every season is a Rouje season. That is not to be taken lightly. Behold an edgy development in Rouje pieces. Lengthy, fluid dresses and cottons that move. An answer to a dream of Provence? As vacation approaches, you are still in Paris, but the holiday spirit is really kicking in. What to wear? What to bag to carry? How about the Fauve dress, Panier Yseult and the Maud mules? But wait, we are talking bags here! Size does matter! The Panier Sibylle is a perfect size up and upgrade. Mercury in retrograde, really? Yes really! The ALLEGRA dress takes it there. A dress inspired by Provence that was made for sunny days. What more can we ask for? Borderline skirts, spicy prints, and cotton that flows, that's what the Rouje Season is all about.

#Ben Massarenti #Rouje #Paris #Lesfillesenrouje #Globetrotter #Panier #Basket Bag #Robe de Fluer #spring summer #summer 2022 #été #printemps-été #parisian vibes #parisienne #french girl style

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arkytiorwrites · 1 year

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Day 8: “Evermore”

Sinister Strange x Reader

I’m so sorry that I’ve fallen behind. 😭 I tried to write Day 7 but it just kept turning to shit and making me depressed do imma just skip it. So here’s this, ⚠️TRIGGER WARNING⚠️ mentions of implied suicide and death and character death. Don’t like, don’t read. Also this was inspired by @sanctumsanctorumshenanigans one shot “Just flowers”, this is for you, bae!

When you had fallen into his dying universe Stephen had thought that he'd finally snapped after being alone with the Darkhold for who knows how long. With powers akin to the spring goddess, Persephone, he could hardly be blamed for doubting your tangibility.

Yet here you were, your ivy and morning glories coating the outside of the Sanctum, a garden where the dead used to lie, a crown of thorns sprouting around your head whenever you both inevitably fought over petty matters. Silk-soft rose petals exploding around you when he kissed you and made love to you.

He should have known that his newfound Eden couldn't last forever, though.

As time moved inexorably on, your garden began to be less fruitful, your morning glories’ blooms not lasting as long and not quite as numerous as before, the crown of thorns took more and more emotion to appear, and the rose petals dwindled down in number until he could only cause one or two to appear, and they were small and half wilted. What was even worse was you because depressed and listless.

No spell helped you, no potion, nor enchantment.

You were dying along with his universe, and Stephen had no idea how to stop it.

One day you came into Stephen's study where he was desperately researching any way to help you.

"Mon prince noir,” you called to him softly as you leaned against the doorframe, having used all your energy to find him.

Looking up, Stephen was immediately alarmed by how horrifically pale and sickly your appearance was.

"Ma fleur," he chided in a gentle croon. "You should be resting.”

Scooping you up in his arms, Stephen carried you over to the couch and settled in to cuddle you.

“I was cold,” you confessed as you happily nuzzled into the collar of his dark robes. "And... I think I know what's wrong with me. Why my powers aren't working anymore.”

Pulling back so he could see your eyes, which thanks to your powers, were an almost unrealistic glass green.

Cupping your cheeks with his shaking, scared hands, Stephen pleaded, "Tell me, ma fluer, please. I'm at my wits end.”

"The sun,” you whispered as you lay your hands over his. " My powers depend on the sun. It's not just the vitamin D. It's the warmth, the ultra-violet radiation. Your world doesn't have a sun, or even starlight, mon prince des ténèbres. That's why I'm fading. I. I need to go back to my world if I am to thrive, beloved."

Stephen's heart disintegrated at those words. He had been fearing this line of logic. He couldn't lose you, his healer, his flower. But he would never allow his selfishness to kill you, no matter how much he wanted to keep you by his side.

"Then to your world you shall return,” he vowed, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

…

Within a few weeks, Stephen had figured out a way to send you back.

Holding you close, the two of you said your goodbyes.

"I love you, so so much, Stephen,” you whispered as you tried to hide your tears in his shoulder.

"I love you too, Y/N," he murmured into your hair, taking in every last detail he could.

Pulling away you gave the sorcerer a teary-eyed smile before stepping into the circle that would take you home.

Beginning the ritual, Stephen took one last look at you before summoning every last scrap of magic he possessed and shoved it into a portal that would bring you back to life... and him to death.

He had ensured that you had no clue that he planned to be the magic battery that the portal would use to return you. Otherwise, you would never allow it.

Stephen couldn't let your death be on his already blood-soaked hands when he could so easily prevent it.

In an almighty maelstrom of red and purple light you fell through a portal onto a grassy, sun-soaked field.

And flowers of infinite variety burst into bloom around you, color returned to your skin, and you looked more alive than when Stephen had first met you, a wreath of nightshade in your hair and a staff of oak in your hand.

That was the last view Stephen had of you, and he could have wept with joy. You were going to be okay. He collapsed as darkness danced along the edge of his vision.

You were going to live your days in the sun, was the last thought in his mind before the darkness took him.

#arkytiorwrites #marvel #marvel x reader #stephen strange x reader #stephen strange x gn!reader #stephen strange x male reader #stephen strange x female reader #crackmas #crackmas 2022 #doctor strange #evermore #beauty and the beast references #pain #death #i’m sorry everyone #reader is like Persephone #flower powers #sinister strange x reader #Spotify

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roseunspindle · 4 years

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Stuff I want to see Bernadette Banner recreate.

I’ve become obsessed with watching her. XD

The ultimate Ravenclaw dress ^_^

How impossible would that collar be?

Would the pannier actually fit in her sewing area? These skirts are absurd and I ADORE them.

I like the robe mixed with button waistcoat.

I love the color of this one

The tiny puff on the under sleeve is interesting

The sleeves are neat

all those fluttery bits...

First time I’ve ever seen a top like this on a dress, almost overcoat like.

The red on the grey is stunning

The waist is practically a fluer de lis

That hat is everything

Lady Sherlock via Edwardian times?

I love the sheer over the pink!

#fashion #art #historical fashion #bernadette banner #boredom #pretty #historical art

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skirtjournal · 2 years

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It is Rouje Season

Yet truthfully, it seems like it always is. Rouje captures the essence of our romanticized dreams and inspirations and offers it to us in clothes to move to Paris for. For the Summer of 2022, Thou hast captured the essence of whom we are. Our summer spirit perfectly lodged into the Rouje world in a classic and scintillating campaign starring Ben Massarenti, one of my personal favourites of mine when it comes to the roster of delightful Rouje muses. Ben hurries around Paris, being so ever relatable. She embodies someone who we can all admit to being in the Summer. She is excited about summer, but is quick to complain when it gets too hot. Story of my life! Her confessions feature other wholesome incentives like eating more and only and a desire to only try matching up with herself, all things I can see many wanting for themselves. This campaign is a pre-vacation season campaign and that is telling in the clothes and accessories of the season which embrace a more Bohemian spirit. Dresses are fluid, looser and longer. Accessories are bigger and varied. The collection is easy and more relaxed. It is the perfect prep for the holiday season and by the time you leave Paris you be a Les filles en Rouje globetrotter.