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part 2 of runaway bride stevie! modern au, exes to lovers, transfem stevie harrington pt 1

Eddie Munson is not having a good day.

His phone died last night so his alarm didn’t go off, his bassist is sick so their gig tonight has to be canceled, and his last three Uber rides have stiffed him on a tip.

He accepts a request from some dude named Scott with a terrible comb-over in his profile picture and gives himself two seconds to bang his forehead into his steering wheel in frustration with a closed-mouth scream. Then he dials it back so he doesn’t seem absolutely fucking insane. He can see the suit he’s about to escort to some fucking meeting even though he’d rather be doing any-fucking-thing else, and he pastes a fake smile on to greet him. He’s gearing up to fall into the usual routine of this godforsaken job, but then it all goes a little sideways.

There’s movement from the corner of his eye, and then a blur of a body is slamming into poor Scott from behind, shoulder checking him and almost sending him careening onto the sidewalk. The dude pinwheels his arms like a cartoon character, suit jacket puffing up around his shoulders awkwardly, expression so baffled it makes Eddie snort despite himself.

“Oh, shit,” he mumbles, and he’s reaching for his seatbelt to see if the guy needs any help - he looks like he might break a hip if he hits the ground - but then a whirlwind of white fabric swoops into his backseat and a loud, desperate voice yells "DRIVE!" in his ear, and he sort of just thinks 'sure, why the fuck not,' and slams his foot on the gas.

The car fishtails a bit and the tires squeal as he swerves into traffic, horns honking after him, and he picks a direction at random, going way too fast for this area of town.

His heart is pounding in his chest, worst case scenarios running through his head. He’s going to get car jacked. He’s going to go to jail for being an unwitting getaway driver. But there isn’t any more yelling from the back seat, just heavy, panicked breathing, and he settles into traffic and slows down to a more normal speed before he cuts his eyes up to the rearview mirror.

Time stops.

It’s Stevie.

He can’t believe he didn’t recognize her the second he saw her, but in his defense, it's not like he was expecting to see his ex-girlfriend in a goddamn wedding dress running like she stole something today.

Pure panic wraps tight around his throat as he takes her in - is she hurt? In danger? Nothing good could have had her sprinting away from her own wedding, but it seems like she’s just shaken up.

His heart calms a bit once her tears dry and they get properly on the road.

And shit, it’s so unfair, because she's just as breathtaking as she was the day they split. She looks just as sad, too, which is certainly not how a woman like Stevie Harrington should look on her wedding day. But seeing her in a gown like that - Jesus Christ. His heart squeezes painfully in his chest. It’s like something out of a fantasy, seeing her in the exact kind of dress she used to whisper to him about wanting, the kind of dress he’d once promised to marry her in. Of course, they fell apart before he could even get a ring on her finger, but it still sends his stomach swooping to see the future they’d spoken about come to life.

“You’re sure you’re okay?” he can’t help but ask, glancing over his shoulder at her.

“Yeah,” she says, voice high and a little squeaky. “Yeah, I’m totally fine. Just in my ex-boyfriend's car after I left my fiance at the altar, it’s all fine, it’s chill.”

“Okay,” he says haltingly, delicately, because Stevie Harrington is not the kind of person who says it’s chill, “it’s just that, you know, all of that sounds decidedly not chill.”

“This is so chill. It’s the chillest I’ve ever been, actually - hold on–” she says, and next thing he knows a swirl of silk is blocking his view and he sputters a bit as the train of her dress smacks him in the face, but she’s clambering gracelessly from the back seat and over the console to plop down on the passenger side with a loud huff and a cloud of perfume.

It’s different from what she used to wear. She used to smell spicy and warm, with notes of amber and cinnamon. He’d kiss the little spots in her wrists where she’d spritz it on, trace the veins beneath the tan skin with his nose to keep the scent of her with him.

Now she smells like vanilla and something floral, airy and light. Like he stepped into a bakery. It’s not bad, of course it’s not bad, but it’s…different. Not her.

Or not his version of her, anyway.

This is someone else’s Stevie now, and she smells like fucking cookies instead of home.

Instead of commenting on it, he just tells her to put on her seat belt, and she looks at him like he’s an idiot.

“And wrinkle this dress?” she says, her nose curling a little, and God she’s such a bitch and he’s missed it so much.

“I hate to break it to you,” he tells her, “but some wrinkles are not the worst damage that thing has seen today.” There are small grey splotches on the bodice where her makeup dripped as she cried earlier, and the hemline has some muddy staining from her mad dash on the sidewalk. It’s not ruined, but it’ll have to be cleaned, and a couple of wrinkles will be the easiest thing to get out of the formerly pristine fabric.

He glances over at her in time to see her run her hands over the skirt of the dress, smoothing it out over her thighs. It shifts, the leg slit parting to show her skin, teasing at the hint of a crease where her thigh and stomach meet, and Eddie rips his gaze away to stare at the road instead.

“Probably for the best, anyway,” he says, and he feels her eyes latch onto his profile.

“And why’s that?” she asks, and he smirks.

“Well, pure white? C’mon, Stevie, we both know that’s a lie.” He flashes her a wicked grin and she makes an outraged sound, but a small smile is teasing at her mouth even as her cheeks flush.

She kicks off her heels - red bottoms, because of fucking course they are - and slouches in the seat. She pushes herself up, adjusting in the pile of silk and corsetry she’s been strapped into, and he sees the absolute mountain of a rock on her hand, and manages to bite his tongue about it being the gaudiest thing he’s ever seen.

"So who was the lucky guy?" Eddie asks before he can stop himself, and the glare Stevie gives him could cut glass. “Or lucky woman. Person? Far be it from me to deny you your bisexual rights.”

He probably sounds like a jealous asshole, but he can't help it. He's the getaway driver for his one that got away on her fucking wedding day, and he feels like he deserves to ask a few questions.

His hands tighten on the steering wheel as the silence lingers, but eventually, Stevie just groans, letting her head fall back against the headrest dramatically.

"Don't laugh," she demands, and Eddie shakes his head.

"Scout's honor," he promises, and he swears a wry little grin teases at her lips.

“You were never a scout. You would have been kicked out for inciting a riot.”

“Hey, I just ensured we all earned our arson badges, okay? I did every one of those kids a favor.” Stevie scoffs, and it almost sounds fond.

Then she says, “Tommy,” and he almost swerves into oncoming traffic.

"HAGAN?" he says, louder than he means to, and her hand flies up to grab the oh-shit bar.

“Eddie, Jesus!” she says, glaring at him, and he shakes his head, focusing back on the road.

“Sorry, sorry,” he says, but fucking - really? “Really?” He can’t help himself. “Tommy Hagan?”

“Yes, really, Tommy Hagan,” she says hotly, like she’s defensive, like she didn’t just leave the schmuck at the fucking altar.

“Well that explains the ring, at least.” She reaches over, smacking at his arm, which, thanks to the aforementioned ring, is probably going to bruise. “Hey, ow!” He glares at her, taking a hand off the wheel to rub his bicep. “Watch it, that thing’s a weapon.”

“Then stop sassing me about it,” she snaps, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms and her face falls into that adorable bitchy little pout he’s always fucking loved, and he looks away again.

He can’t help but glance back over at her left hand. The ring is…certainly something. Giant, square, one big diamond surrounded by other, smaller diamonds, with even more diamonds on the band. It looks heavy and cumbersome and like she’s going to smack it into every wall and door and get it caught in her hair and seriously, he’s pretty sure he’s already got a knot forming on his arm where the thing hit him.

It looks like Tommy walked into the priciest jewelry store he could find and asked for the most expensive ring they had.

It looks like a status symbol.

It doesn’t look like her.

“Apologies, highness,” he says, shaking himself free of his thoughts. It’s not fair to hold her to those standards. He hasn’t spoken to her in years. He can’t know what kind of person she is now.

But there’s still a bone-deep knowing that overtakes him at the feeling of the woman next to him. A sense of deja vu so strong it threatens to knock him over.

A different car, a different time, a different circumstance, but the same person. The same love.

He’d picked a direction at random, but as the streets become more familiar, he realizes he’s heading towards his place. It’s as good as any, he figures, and he shifts lanes, reaching to tap on his phone and shutting down his Uber account.

“You know, I almost expected you’d still be driving that beat up old van,” Stevie says suddenly, and he crows a laugh.

“Ah, Van Halen, you served me well until you almost blew up on the highway,” he says fondly. “Lost her about a year ago. It was tragic. I held a funeral.” She laughs again, shaking her head.

“I wouldn’t expect anything less,” she says, turning that pretty smile his way, and his heart does a somersault.

“That was a very impressive move back there, by the way,” he tells her, “that shoulder check of that old defenseless businessman?” He whistles. “Haven’t seen anybody move that quick to steal an old man’s ride before, really, it should have been documented.”

“Oh my god, shut up,” she says, but there’s a laugh in her voice, and she brings up her hands to press to her pink cheeks. He can’t help but keep digging.

“No, seriously! And sprinting like that in heels? And in that dress? What’s that thing weigh, like twenty pounds?”

“It’s a dress, not a suit of armor,” she tells him, but her smile is growing, making her eyes crinkle.

“Just saying, it was pretty metal,” he shrugs, and she snorts.

“Well, you would know,” she says, and he ignores the way his face flushes in response. She gives a little sigh, wiping below her eye and frowning at the smear of black on her fingers.

“Here,” he says, reaching across her. His arm brushes her leg as he opens the glove box and he’s so fucking normal about it. He pulls out a few fast food napkins, holding them out to her. “No makeup wipes in here, but that’ll help with the worst of it.”

“Thanks,” she says, and she flips the visor down, tapping a napkin to her tongue to wet it before wiping at the mascara tracks running down her face. “God,” she groans, scrubbing at a particularly stubborn smear, “I look like a raccoon.”

“A very cute raccoon,” he says before he can stop himself. Jesus, Munson, dial it back. “Like the raccoon that’s about to get the best trash in the bin, she doesn’t even have to ask for it.” Stop talking. “The other raccoons are just gonna give it to her, on account of how cute she is.” He’s gonna throw himself into traffic.

“Did you just call me a raccoon on my wedding day,” she asks. Fine, commit to the bit.

“You called yourself a raccoon on your wedding day. I was just agreeing with you,” he replies, keeping his eyes fixed to the road.

Her eyes are on him - he can feel her stare burning into the side of his face, and his cheeks are going pink and blotchy and God, he’s an idiot–

And then she laughs. Not her polite little contained laugh, either, no, this is that loud, wide mouthed laugh that she hates, that makes her shoulders shake and her head fall back. It’s squeaky and hearty and a little obnoxious and he’s always been so obsessed with getting her to let it out, and he can’t help the smug beaming little smile he gives at the sound.

“You’re such an ass,” she says through her laugh, and Eddie can’t help but laugh with her even if it’s at his own expense, because at least she doesn’t look so goddamn sad anymore.

When they finally reach his apartment complex she’s a little more subdued, but the look on her face isn’t totally heartbreaking, and he’ll take what he can get. He comes around to the passenger side to open her door for her and helps her gather the dramatic skirt of her dress to keep it off the pavement as they head towards the stairs, and he knows he looks like an insane person as he carts a bride down the hall, but he just smiles at his nosy neighbors and lets this cement his reputation as the weird as fuck off-putting metalhead he knows they all think of him as.

He feels a little self conscious as he opens the apartment door for her, sweeping an arm dramatically to allow her to enter first. For the first time since she swept into his car, he wonders if this is a good idea. But it’s too late now – Stevie’s giving him a little smile and stepping into his home, and part of him knows this was inevitable. She may not have called him, but he was always going to come if she needed him.

He follows her inside and tries to calm the pounding of his heart, watching her take in his space, struck all over again by her beauty and the impossibility of her standing here, and silently prays he isn’t going to fuck it up all over again.

this was almost even longer, but I figure 2.5k is enough for a part 2! no tag lists, sorry, but part 3 will be here at some point. thank you to everyone who's had a kind word to say about this au these two are very near and dear to me 💕

#steddie #trans steve harrington #transfeminine steve harrington #stevie harrington #runaway bride stevie #my fic #steddie fic

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booklovershallway · 7 months

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Paolo Sebastian Once Upon a Dream 2018 Spring Summer Couture Collection [ part 1 ]

Inspired by the essence of Disney, this collection is an homage to the stories and characters that have captured the heart and spirit of generations. The iconic fairy tales are re-envisioned and brought to life through expertly crafted couture, with gowns featuring lyrics to iconic Disney songs.

Following the timeless narrative of a heroine, who in the quest for happiness is challenged by a wicked evil. However, where there is darkness, there is also light. Through her strength and bravery, light prevails and she lives happily ever after.

Caped gown with starlight embroidery, featuring a passage from pinocchio “starlight, star bright, first star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might. Have the wish I wish tonight.”.

Beaded ball gown with clock work embroidery inspired by the stroke of midnight

Bishop sleeved ballerina dress featuring floral and nightingale embroidery and the lyrics of cinderella’s, ‘sing sweet nightingale’

Cape sleeved gown with black star beadwork.

Caped play dress with floral embroidery.

Caped tulle gown featuring raven and thorn embroidery.

Collared gown with ruffle detail and lattice embroidery.

Collared shirt dress in silk cotton featuring apple cut work embroidery and passages from snow white. “magic mirror on the wall, who is the fairest one of all”.

Dégradé side-skirt gown with illusion neckline.

Fishtail gown with floral embroidery and overskirt.

Pleated ball gown with floral and bluebird embroidery featuring the lyrics of cinderella’s, ‘a dream is a wish’ paired with ‘happily ever after’ beaded veil.

Pleated ball gown with floral beading and embroidery.

Silk chiffon asymmetrical gown sun ray embroidery and cape.

Sleeved fishtail gown with 3d rose and thorn embroidery.

Sleeved gown with nightingale and cloud cut work embroidery.

Structured crinoline gown with starlight embroidery, featuring the lyrics of aladdin’s, ‘a whole new world’ .

Tea-length gown with floral embroidery and tulle shirt.

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brian-in-finance · 2 months

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Cait #17. Personally, I think that outfit and look should score higher as well as a few others which are way better than the first 10. Still, she made the list which is good to see.

93 Of The Best Oscars Dresses Of All Time

https://www.elle.com/uk/fashion/celebrity-style/g26388237/best-oscar-dresses-ever/

Thanks for the message, Anon. 😃 I loved her 2020 ensemble… whilst never losing sight of fashion sense’s subjectivity (a sentiment that really hits home this London Fashion Week 😖).

Here’s Number 17:

Designer: Valentino / Year: 2020

Numbers 1 through 5 are under Elle’s text. Numbers 6 through 16, and 18 through 93, live in the link.

93 Of The Best Oscars Dresses Of All Time

From Barbra Streisand's exquisite Arnold Scassi pantsuit to Halle Berry in Elie Saab, we've collected the best Oscars dresses of all time.

For many, the Oscars awards ceremony is hotly anticipated for its choice of winners. Cinephiles discuss intently if Brendan Fraser's comeback role in The Whale will nab him Best Actor In A Leading Role, or if Paul Mescal will pip him to the post. Others tune in for the meme-making cultural moments, be it a slap heard around the world, or a calamitous misreading of 'Moonlight' as 'La La Land' (it could happen to anyone, right?).

But for us, and we suspect you too, it's the sport of red carpet dressing that keeps us coming back for more. Having the ability to promote (or demote) a near-unknown to a leading lady in the blink of a ballgown, the power of a stellar styled look cannot be understated. Be it Audrey Hepburn in Givenchy in 1954, Michelle Williams in Vera Wang in 2006, or Lupita Nyong'o in Prada there have been some truly marvellous -dare we say history-making - gowns worn by the best actors in the world on the night of the Academy Awards.

So devoted are we to the best dressed stars of the red carpet, ahead of the 96th Academy Awards (taking place on March 10 2024) we've gone through each and every one of them to find the 93 best Oscar dresses ever worn. You're welcome!

Designers: Jason Wu and Messika / Year: 2023

Designer: Alaïa / Year: 2023

Designer: Moschino / Year: 2023

Designer: Rodarte / Year: 2023

Designer: Jean Paul Gaultier Couture / Year: 2022

Elle

Photo: FarFarAwaySite

Remember… Irish actress Caitriona Balfe looked stunning — as per usual — on the red carpet at the 2020 Oscars in Valentino Haute Couture! The 40-year-old newlywed wore a unique outfit that involved a dress and a blouse when she walked the carpet at her first Academy Awards. She stunned in the black, fishtail-style gown which fell straight down her body in an extremely flattering style. But the strapless dress wasn’t the star of the show: it was the sheer pink blouse she wore over the top! The high-neck blouse was made of a very light material, and fell down to her hips. It also featured a gorgeous, oversized bow which she wore to the left of her neck. Stunning! The model-turned-actress accessorized with silver stud earrings and a matching silver ring and bracelet. Caitriona slicked her beautiful brunette tresses back into a tight bun near the nape of her neck, and polished her look with a bold red lipstick, and red nail polish. What a star! — Hollywood Life

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thecursedprince · 10 months

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Haunted Mansion "Bride" Limited Edition Doll 🪓

Edition Size: 6,000

Our to-die-for collectible captures Constance Hatchway's immortal beauty in exquisite detail. Available July 10, 8AM PT.

Constance Hatchaway, better known as The Black Widow Bride, is one of the most infamous residents of Disney's Haunted Mansion. This limited-edition Bride doll captures the immortal beauty in exquisite detail, from her ghostly features to the sparkling jewels she wears and the skulls embroidered on her shimmering veil. Legend has it that Constance outlived five husbands and walks the mansion's dark halls, with a candle in one hand and a hatchet in the other, looking (hunting?) for number six. Truth is she'll live on as a v-eerie special part of your collection.

Magic in the details

Limited Edition of 6,000*

Certificate of Authenticity

Beautifully sculpted and highly detailed

Vintage-inspired blue-tinted hair style and make-up

Translucent hands

Finely detailed white satin wedding gown with blue mesh fishtail hem

Silver and blue brocade detail

Blue satin collar, cuffs and waistband

Colorful gem accents

Lace copped jacket with skull details

Mesh veil with skull embroidery

Simulated pearl necklace

Simulated ruby mirror brooch

Includes candle, hatchet, headband with veil, necklace, brooch and boots

Doll stand

Fully poseable

Inspired by Disney's Haunted Mansion (2023)

*Please note: Not a toy. Intended for adult collectors.

The bare necessities

Ages 6+

PVC / POM / ABS / PP

40.6cm H

Imported

Item No. 416147287073

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everlythequestionabletomboy · 7 months

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UPDATE LOG 4.2.3 MASTERLIST

Beyond this is the things they added to the 4.2.3 upd of DoL

Please send me an ask if you want me to add something or I missed one

Images/stories I still need

SPRITES

PC SPRITE

Bodytypes

Masc., Fem., and Andro.

Chest/breast sprites

Made the breasts have better visibility

Flattest chest size looks flatter on combat sprite

Added breast sprites to lace nightgown, virgin killer, ball gown, evening gown, open shoulder sweater, pink nurse, plastic nurse, skimpy lolita outfits, open shoulder crop top

TATTOOS

Tattoo Parlour

Any unlocked bodywriting can be turned into a tattoo, even if it's not on the PC

Island

New Triangle, Square, and Circle tattoos [look at the Island page for more info]

HAIR

New

All down

Fishtail braid (left, right, twins)

Half-up

Ribbon tail sides

Low tail

Thick ponytail

Reworked

None

FRINGE

New

Short air vents

Side pinned

Dreadlocks bun

Emo/Emo Left/Emo Right

Reworked

Ruffled

CLOTHES

Outfits

Traditional Maid Dress

Victorian Maid Dress

Shrine Maiden Robes

Virgin Killer Dress

Halter Sundress

Leather Dress

Upper

Cat hoodie

Ao dai Top

School cardigan

School blouse

Polo shirt

Color block crop top

Band t-shirt

Boxy t-shirt

Remade Serafuku

Classic Serafuku

Gakuran

Lower

Ao dai trousers

Plaid school skirt

Plaid school trousers

Plaid school shorts

School pinafore

Plaid school pinafore

Wide leg trousers

Straight leg trousers

Yoga pants

Jean miniskirt

Dolphin shorts

Under outfits

Turtleneck Leotard

Under upper

None 😔

Under lower

Tie Side Bikini Bottoms

Highwaisted microkini bottoms

Legs

Sheer Leggings

Stripped kneesocks

Patterned dress socks

Polka dot socks

Sports socks

Rib-knit socks

Rib-knit ankle socks

Feet

Canvas Loafers

ACCESSORIES

Hats

Hairpins (butterfly + star)

Conical hat

Raccoon cap

Fur cap

Bat beanie

Mini pumpkin

Face

Gas Mask

Doggy Muzzle

Eyepatch

Medical Eyepatch

Monocle

Neck

Love Locket

Fur boa

Hands

Work gloves

ICONS ADDED

Locations

Temple garden, moor, farmlands, temp office, altar, secret path, the churchyard, the dilapidated shop, Eden's cabin, brothel stage [pt1]

Garden plots, stream, gloryhole, park fountain, asylum, sea rocks, waterfall, thicket, Great Hawk's nest, and perch [pt 2]

Rainwater pool, Eden's bed, lake campsite, fishing rock, archaeological field office, Remy's Estate, Great Hawk's tower, Ruins,

Animals

Black Dog

Actions

Riding a horse, question mark for inquires, searching for pots in lake, excersizing/hobbling in heels, gliding, entering town, searching for a mark, praying, and renting a stall [pt 1]

Getting in/out/refusing rides, trick or treating, sitting on the school stump, diving, descending/ascending in water, leaving water, and fixing Eden's cabin [pt 2]

Digging, showering, practise shooting, undo bindings, daydreaming, tilling, watching TV, chatting, singing, and plundering [pt 3]

Making tops/bottoms out of seaweed, meditating, relaxing

Events

Trial of purity

Clothes

Patient gown

Items

Milk, breast milk, chicken eggs, truffles, temple pew, dog treat, bronze key, library desk, soap [pt1]

Lichen, cosmetics, small/medium/large/huge exotic/huge decor fish tanks, auto feeder, tank decor, and sewer safe [pt 2]

Antique watch, grass, antique crystal, scrap, stimulants, torch, fertiliser, antique candlestick, rubble, and mud [pt 3]

Spiderwebs [pt 4]

Objects

Salves, sink, computer, rug, broom, dustpan, gift boxes, wolf chew toy, padlock [pt 1]

Cash register, Eden's valentine's day gift, Eden's coatstand, condom vending machine [pt 2]

Tending

Milk

Breast milk

Chicken eggs

Truffles

Ghostshrooms

"Take all"

Shop

Fetish collar icon is updated

LOCATION ART

Pirate ship

Island

Old Church

Sepulchre

Dilapidated Shop

Meadow

GAME MECHANICS

WORLD MECHANICS

Settings

"Split by Gender Apperance" changed to "Set/Ignore Sexual Orientation

Crime

Split into 10 categories; Assault, Coercion, Destruction of Property, Indecent Exposure, Obstruction of Justice, Prostitution, Resisting Arrest, Thievery, Petty Thievery, and Trespassing.

Crimes the PC has commited would be read out before punishment

Can adjust each crime in the cheat menu

Can view the crime stats in the stat menu

PARASITES

Ear Slime

Added an event that prevents PC to wear under lower garments, unless given directly to them

Sleeping event at Alex's farm

Sleeping event if you study at school naked

Alternate abduction event at the dog pound

At Remy's Farm, it would attempt to force you on all fours and eat grass

May force you to have sex with dolphins

Ear slime tasks are now in the Journal menu

Clit Parasite

Alternative masturbation options if PC has a clit parasite

MASTURBATION

Skip Button

Added a skip button that brings you to the next orgasm

PREGNANCY

Alex the Farmer

Avaliable pregnancy candidate [+more]

Crossdressing Fame

Can lower fame more if seen as a female are pregnant

Paternity Test

Option to do it at the Hospital

SHOPS

Hide Option

Can now choose to hide unavailable items in the shop

FEATS

New

Gilded Spear

Lost World

Face of a Guardian

Wild Monarch

Naturalised

Prehistoric Landscape

SOFT BAD ENDNG

The Island

How to enter, how to escape [+more]

Stats

Sensitivity values can be viewed in the "Extra Stats" tab under "Characteristics"

Options

Confirmation dialouge appears when you try to exit/refresh the page [is on by default in ironman mode]. Can toggle it in the Advanced tab

CHEAT MENU

Clothes

Destroy, repair, dry, and drench clothes at once is added

Visuals

Breast and Cum Values have been replaced with sliders

Pregnancy

More additional options for pregnancy cheats

Teleport

Farmland tp is added

ENCOUNTERS

Double Penetration

Unique cum images is added

Anal

Improved xray sprites

Lower Underwear

Able to pull it to the side during encounters

EVENTS

Hitchiking

"Driving Lesson"

Pillory

Rimming and Watersports outcomes

Whipping and buttplug outcomes

Blackjack

Rimming outcomes

Spa

Rimming outcomes

Car Sex

NPCs will ask if PC needs to be dropped off anywhere after

Chalet

Prostitution opt. added

WARDOBE

Wardrobe Outfit Editor

Added a random color option

Filters

Warmth filter is added

LOCATIONS

ORPHANAGE

Whitney can upgrade the Loft

SCHOOL

Mason

Repeatable scene where he unlocks the chastity belt Winter put on you

Untying your bonds before swim class generates slightly random dialouge

Changing Rooms

PCs thoughts of being in the wrong changing room are more diverse, changes based on Crossdressing Rep

PC is no longer rejected immediately when looking like the opposite gender and is given weird stares and comments

Crossdressing Fame/Rep

Chance to lower crossdressing fame after not

THE POUND

Dog Happiness

Added a description of the dogs happiness on the main screen

NPCS/ANIMALS

WOLVES

Wolf Pack

PC is more comfortable naked around the wolves in the wolf pack

Wolf Cave

You can submit to wolves that advance towards you in the cave

BAILEY

Punishment(?)

Will now deliver PC to the tutorial person if PC stays at the orphanage for the first whole week

ZEPHYR THE PIRATE

Named NPC that is found during the Disguised Escape option

ITEMS

SEX TOYS

Fleshy color option is added to sex toys and strap ons

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Plumeria, tendable [view the Island page for more info]

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ABILITIES

Clothes

Can tie cardigan around waist

Able to lower suspenders

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henryspearl · 10 days

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thanks for the tag @agostobuwan 🫶 I took a week’s break from writing any new content and just started the new chapter of my @aroyallybigbangrwrb fic yesterday and not as far in as i thought i would be but decided to share something to show my participation considering I didn’t do sentence Sunday.

Alex does not fail to notice that Henry’s dress code for this evening is of something rather striking, as he is wearing a velvet bright red fishtail suit. Henry starts galloping around June as soon as the music assembles and Alex watches the way his legs easily bend backwards as he moves. It’s probably because Henry is dancing more or less in his and Bea’s eyeline, therefore they both find themselves glancing at them whilst they chatter.

“You did not fancy participating in this particular dance then?” Alex makes light, a mere breathless chuckle escaping from his lips.

“No,” Bea responds, her eyes drifting back towards the floor. “I shall let my brother take the reins on this one, he seems to be doing a very remarkable job of it.”

What Alex does fail to notice, however, is that when he nods back at the floor in agreement, Bea is smirking up at him.

“Beatrice, Sir Claremont-Diaz,” Catherine’s voice greets them as she approaches in a navy ball gown and matching hat. With that, Alex’s gaze flickers and moves to the Duchess of Edinburgh.

“Your Grace,” Alex bows his head. “What a pleasant evening this is.” He compliments, indicating the energetic atmosphere with his arm outstretched and gravitating around the room. “We were also just admiring the Prince of Wales’ dancing skills.”

Catherine’s eyes are diverted to the floor and she smiles wistfully as she watches her son dance with June. Henry’s look tediously falters as he frowns at his mother when he notices that she is watching him.

“He has always been a very good dancer, my boy - that's when he wants to be,” Catherine recalls, her voice soft and her hand on her heart as she turns towards Bea, “Right Bea?”

“Right,” Bea nods in agreement. “Always could be quite the performer.”

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mrs-trophy-wife · 7 months

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shivaniboutique · 4 months

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Wedding gown styles vary widely, catering to different preferences, body types, and cultural influences.

Here are some popular wedding gown dress styles:

Ball Gown: This classic style features a fitted bodice and a full skirt that begins at the natural waist, creating a glamorous and princess-like silhouette.

A-line: Similar to the ball gown but with a more subtle flare, the A-line dress is fitted at the bodice and gradually widens towards the hem, resembling the shape of an uppercase "A."

Mermaid/Fishtail: This style is fitted through the bodice, hips, and thighs, then flares out dramatically at or below the knee, creating a mermaid tail-like effect.

Sheath/Column: This style has a narrow, straight silhouette that flows straight down from the neckline to the hem. It is simple, elegant, and often suitable for beach or destination weddings.

Empire Waist: The waistline is raised above the natural waist to just below the bust, and the rest of the dress flows down in a loose, flowing manner. This style is flattering for various body types.

Tea-Length: This dress has a hem that falls between the ankle and the knee, creating a vintage and playful look. It's a popular choice for less formal weddings or those with a retro theme.

High-Low: Featuring a hemline that is shorter in the front and longer in the back, high-low dresses are a modern and trendy option for brides who want a mix of traditional and contemporary elements.

Trumpet: This style fits closely to the body until mid-thigh and then flares out into a trumpet shape. It is a compromise between the mermaid and A-line styles, offering a balance of fitted and flared elements.

Bohemian/Boho: Often characterized by flowing fabrics, lace, and relaxed silhouettes, boho wedding dresses are perfect for brides seeking a laid-back and free-spirited look.

Vintage/Retro: These dresses are inspired by fashion from different eras, such as the 1920s flapper style, 1950s tea-length dresses, or 1970s bohemian chic.

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darklydeliciousdesires · 1 year

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Runaway - Chapter One.

So... because of certain criminal activity from my beloved @withmyteeth, the first chapter is here! I will leave it up to you guys, with how fast you want the chapters to come. 40 notes will unlock the next, but the majority vote on whether you want that to be immediate, or twice weekly will win, so be sure to let me know below in the comments. Chapters are all around 2k words or under, so a nice, quick read :)

Previous chapters - Prologue

Taglist - In the comments

Words - 2,017

Warnings - 18+ content throughout, minors DNI!

The Locust and Fly. She’d been there once before with Shonda, she recalled, many years ago now. It was quite upscale, Hannah not figuring it to be the first place the biker who pulled up outside it would take her, but then again, he had stated he’d take her to the nearest bar, and that was just what it was.

Climbing off the huge motorcycle, her legs still juddering from the powerful thrumming, she straightened her dress, glad it had been stretchy enough to hitch up over her thighs, and wide enough at the bottom to gather in her lap as they rode. Anything tighter wouldn’t have lent to motorcycle riding, not that such a pursuit was a factor in her original decision.

She took a deep breath, pulling her little compact from her clutch and checking her appearance. Her face was fine, but two miles on the back of a bike with no helmet had played havoc with her neat updo. Rooting in her hair, she began to yank out the many pins holding it up, Manny removing his helmet and shades as he leaned back against his bike, waiting patiently for her to finish picking her hairdo apart.

“So, I gotta ask. Why’d you run?”

Her reply was temporarily halted as she shook her head upside down, her shoulder length blonde waves finally free of their pinned prison, straightening once more. “I think that story will require the presence of drinks.”

He snorted softly, straightening up. God, he was tall. Reaching, his fingers touched a pleasant warmth against her collarbone as he retrieved a hairpin that had hung on, holding it up between his long fingers. “Missed one.” Looking down at her, he was free to notice the simplicity of her beauty, very pretty in an unfussy way. Bright blue eyes, blonde hair, pale skin, a good facial symmetry. White girls weren’t who he usually went for, and he never had before, but her? He could go for her. He probably shouldn’t, given the circumstances, but he could.

Hannah noticed it, too, the flicker of desire in his dark eyes. It made her stomach roll pleasantly, dropping her head for a moment, viewing the scattered pins upon the floor, all in a messy array. How fitting for her life at present, in the metaphorical sense. Looking back up at him, she watched his full lips curve into a smile, a set of perfect, pearly whites glistening in the mid-morning sun. “Let’s get you inside for that drink then, mamas.”

She nodded, smiling, lifting up the fishtail of her gown as she followed him, suddenly pausing to look back over her shoulder, scared they might’ve been followed.

“’Sup?” Manny spoke, noticing her reluctance.

“Just making sure none of his family followed us, or Michael himself.” Her eyes scanned the traffic a little more before turning back to him.

His eyebrows furrowed a little, holding out his hand to her. “Ain’t nothing gonna happen while you’re with me, Hannah. S’all good.” She could believe that, too, noticing the semi-automatic holstered beside his left hip. Reaching out, she took his hand, letting him lead her into the bar. They took a seat at the bar itself, the girl behind it taking their order, one beer and a large vodka with cranberry juice. Manny was just about to ask again about the story that had led to her jumping on the back of his Harley, when they were interrupted.

“Did you just get married? Oh, congratulations!” A middle-aged woman gushed as she approached.

“We did, and thank you,” Manny spoke before Hannah had chance, winking at her in a ‘go with it’ kind of way.

“May I see the ring?” she asked, taking Hannah’s left hand, but finding it lacking the presence of a wedding band. “Oh, you’re not wearing one?”

“My wife and I don’t wear our wedding rings on our fingers,” he then spoke.

“Oh! Is this a modern thing? Where do you wear them, then?”

She was a little slow on the uptake. “Use your imagination, darlin’.” His chirp, delivered with a devilish grin made the woman blush immediately.

“Oh, oh I, I see,” she floundered. “Well, congratulations again.”

Hannah couldn’t help the snort laugh, covering her mouth with her hand. “You’re bad.”

“Oh, y’all got no idea.” he winked, and her stomach fluttered. Oh yes, he was gorgeous, she couldn’t help but notice. “So, the runaway bride thing. Do enlighten me.”

She truly had no idea where to begin with explaining it, sinking her drink and calling for two more before she did, taking her phone out, ready to pay. Manny immediately closed his hand over it though, shaking his head. “I got this. No lady pays for shit when she’s with me. I ain’t a gentleman in many ways, but this one I am.”

“And if I argue?” she broached, cocking her head, her tongue touching the corner of her mouth.

“Then you need to remember who saved your ass and do as you’re told, don’t you?”

She couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh, he’s sparky, huh?”

He leaned in a little closer, absently passing a twenty-dollar bill across the bar to the waiting server, her laugh making his insides feel warm. “As I said, y’all got no idea.” Catching his scent, Hannah tightened her crossed legs, the aroma of Armani He flooding her nose. She’d attempted to get Michael to wear it in the past since it was her favourite, but he never would.

“Anyway, about the running,” she began, taking a sip of her fresh drink. “I think I always had it in the back of my mind, that he wasn’t right, but tried to supress it. I thought it was my last chance at thirty-eight, that my age meant I was running out of options. And I am, really. The dating game is tough out there right now!”

His eyebrows fluttered. “Tell me about it.”

She found that hard to believe, being as good looking as he was. “So, anyway. It just hit me suddenly, when I turned around in the church and saw so few of my family there. Not even Shonda, my best friend attended, said she couldn’t watch me go through with it. That was when it dawned on me that she, my brothers, my grandparents, my other friends, my cousins, they were all right. So, I ran.”

“Makes sense that you did it then. Now or never, like Elvis said,” he began, sipping his beer. “So, what did Shonda and the rest of your family and friends have against him? What’s the beef there?”

She took a breath, realising that listing all his faults would likely make it all the more real, how stupid she’d been for it all to only hit her upon her actual wedding day, that he wasn’t the right man for her. It also wasn’t lost on her, how comfortable she felt with the stranger before her, enough to begin reciting that list. “He was, I don’t want to say controlling, because it wasn’t that, but it was things like everything had to be his way. He chose where we went, what we ate, what we watched, who we saw, live bands and the like, and all of my ideas were rejected.

“Also - and this grinds my gears the most - he expected me to look and act a certain way, too. I always had to be put together Hannah, you know? Like, I could never be Hannah who wanted to just be casual in her AC/DC t shirt and a pair of cut offs and Converse, I always had to be cute outfit Hannah, fully made-up face Hannah. Don’t get me wrong, I like looking nice, I’m an elegant woman, but not a hundred percent of the time! Even this fucking wedding dress, I chose it because I knew he’d approve of this one more than the one I really wanted!”

Manny raised an eyebrow. “Hannah?”

“I know what you’re gonna say,” she cringed. “It just hit me as I heard myself listing it all, I know, I know!”

“That’s controlling,” he confirmed, shaking his head. “What did the dress you wanted look like, then? I gotta say it, though. You look a total knockout in that one. Damn.”

The way he bit his lip as his eyes took a tour of her made her giggle, Manny pulling a questioning face at her. “Sorry, it’s just a never got a ‘damn’ from a guy quite as good looking before. In fact, that wasn’t even a damn. That was a dayum.”

“You might get a few more yet,” he winked.

Oh, the charm in him! He was smoother than silk, and god, how she enjoyed it, despite the utter chaos of her life, being flirted with by her knight in... denim, flannel and well-worn leather. There was a shiny bike, but no shining armour.

“As for the dress, it was shorter, just above my knee. Kinda made me look like a ballerina, which would have been fitting as I do ballet, not professionally or anything, but for fun and exercise,” she explained.

“Yeah? Can you get up on your tippy toes and all that?”

“I can,” she confirmed, sipping her drink. “It hurts like hell, but yep, I can dance on pointe. I do stuff for the local ballet academy, but yeah like I say not professionally. It’s a vicious world, and you can’t eat. This gal loves a big assed burger way too much to survive on a diet of steamed rice and vegetables. I have a loathing for healthy food other than fruit.”

“Agreed, it’s bullshit,” he snorted.

“Right? I like real food, and usually getting into a huge mess while I’m eating it. That’s another thing Michael hated, that I could be perfectly content with sitting back, watching the football, big ole’ bucket of KFC on my lap, but he’d want to go out someplace fancy.”

Manny snorted, sinking the rest of his beer and picking up the fresh one. “The more I hear about this Michael, the more I think you had a lucky escape, mamas.” He then reached for a menu from a little further down the bar, giving it a glance. “Half pound cheeseburger. I could go in for some of that, after your mention of big assed burgers. You hungry?”

“You know, I actually am. I didn’t eat breakfast, I was so nervous,” she revealed, Manny raising an eyebrow.

“Too nervous to eat the best meal of the day? Pffft, that should have told you everything. No one should be nervous, heading down the aisle. Excited? Yeah, I get that, but nervous? Nah. Nervous is for people who ain’t sure what they’re doing is right.”

She pressed her lips together thinly, nodding. “You know what, Manny? You’re absolutely right. I think I let my whole fear of being alone get the better of me, for way longer than it should have.”

“Why?” he immediately questioned, attracting the bartender and ordering the food before he continued. “I mean, I don’t know you, but you seem like a real down to earth chick, you’re beautiful too. Ain’t like girls who fit that description have problems finding a guy. Oh, and you mentioned football and fried chicken there, too. Who’s your team?”

She snorted softly into her glass, pausing from sipping. “Erm, Raiders! Like there’s any other team worth supporting!”

He rolled up his sleeve, revealing the tattoo of their emblem. “Right answer. Even though I’m originally from Arizona and so thus have love for the Wildcats too, Raiders were always my team. I’m kinda bummed they moved ‘em to Vegas, but no matter, man. I still love ‘em.” He paused for a minute, thinking it how uncanny it was. There she was, a girl who was gorgeous, nice, and liked burgers and football. And she’d literally ran from her wedding, right on into his life. Was it kismet, he wondered?

With nowhere to be, and nothing to do other than enjoy her company, he guessed he’d find out.

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