haute couture 𝜗𝜚

throwback to that time I made a hoopskirt and decorated it to look like a christmas tree.

faux pine garlands were zip tied to each hoop, then lights were wound around each one. I added bows and tinsel garland, then zip tied on dozens of ornamnets.

it is lined with organza and lame for modesty.

there is a video about how I did it, if you would like more information!

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Gwen’s eyes softened as she watched Yone, her hands instinctively clasping together to steady her heart. She could see the weight of his words; the threads of his past, so tightly woven into the very fabric of who he was, seemed to pull at him in ways she knew all too well.

"I think you’ve already done more good than you realize, Yone." Gwen’s voice was calm, her eyes reflecting the truth in her words. "Even in the darkest of places, a spark of light can still be found. You’ve held onto that light, Yone, even if you don’t see it yourself. I'd like to think that's what people need more than anything. Not the promise of perfection, but the courage to continue moving forward, despite the darkness around them."

Yet, something resonated within him. Yone couldn't possibly have given his true name to her upon introduction. It seemed almost absurd to think he wasn't nearly living his complete life as 'Dusk', the hunter. No, there must be something else. Another reason, even a chance, that she knew it beforehand, somehow.

The way she spoke to him, even before knowing his name, it's like she has known him for a long time. Saying exactly what he needed to hear. A small spark of hope in an increasingly dark reality. Her words rang all too true to him, hitting him right where it weighed the heaviest on his very soul. While painful and heavy to hear, it soothed him at the same time, shushing the relentless guilt gnawing at him every day.

"I... I do try, Gwen." Yone said with a sincerity that surprised him. The feeling that he had known Gwen for a long time, too, suddenly took hold. What was it about this girl that felt so very familiar. It couldn't just be their shared journey that connected them on a level that Gwen just happened to know his name.

"Forgive me for asking but... have we met before, somewhere? It has been bothering me but I can not shake the feeling that I know you, and you me." The eye covered by the mask still saw nothing out of the ordinary about her, but Yone still felt a kinship. An ancient recognition of... something. Even his azakana stirred, and he rubbed his mask.

୨ৎ──── @kazeton [ ; ]

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୨ৎ──── @infinite-xerath [ ; ]

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"I suppose one such as you could never truly understand... This is the only existence you have ever known, but I was mortal, once. Those limitations you speak of brought me naught but suffering. I was weak and powerless; a prisoner of fate... A slave to an empire that saw my very existence as disposable." A tinge of anger crept into Xerath's words.

୨ৎ──── @infinite-xerath [ ; ]

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"You understand so little, Gwen... Of both me, and this world." The anger in his voice had subsided now, and he spoke matter-of-factly. "I am already more than the sum of my rage. You speak of creation and destruction as though they are opposing forces, but they are merely 'two sides of the same coin,' as the modern expression goes. To build something new, one must sacrifice what already was. To make the world a better place, one must dispose of that which keeps it stagnant."

Xerath turned his gaze northward. "I felled the Shuriman empire over a millennium ago, enduring centuries of isolation for my so-called 'crimes...' And yet I return to find that little has changed. The nations of the modern era are all-too-keen to repeat the same follies that Shurima once did. Noxus wages endless wars to lay claim to a planet beyond their control. Demacia oppresses those they deem unfit for their culture. As I understand it, the Shadow Isles were the result of a mortal man toying with forces beyond his understanding."

୨ৎ──── @infinite-xerath [ ; ]

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୨ৎ──── @infinite-xerath [ ; ]

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"I suppose one such as you could never truly understand... This is the only existence you have ever known, but I was mortal, once. Those limitations you speak of brought me naught but suffering. I was weak and powerless; a prisoner of fate... A slave to an empire that saw my very existence as disposable." A tinge of anger crept into Xerath's words.

୨ৎ──── @infinite-xerath [ ; ]

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୨ৎ──── @infinite-xerath [ ; ]

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Gwen darted from the shadows, her enchanted scissors glowing with fierce determination. The demon was distracted by the Magus's onslaught, and Gwen’s quick thinking was about to bring an end to this nightmare. With a sudden, fluid motion, Gwen dashed forward, her doll-like form almost a blur as she neared the Terror. She leaped into the air, her scissors flashing in her hand, and she stabbed downward, aiming for the demon's heart with precision. The blade cut through the air, empowered by the power of the Hallowed Mist.

As her scissors sank into the Terror's chest, a burst of radiant energy enveloped the beast, a final, blinding surge of light that consumed the monster. The Terror screeched in agony, its chains of dark energy snapping and fraying as the magic binding it unraveled. With one last, desperate howl, it crumbled into nothingness, the crows dispersing into the night sky, leaving only the echo of their wings behind.

Gwen landed gracefully, her scissors still glowing as the last remnants of the Terror’s magic faded into the air. She glanced over at Xerath, a small, victorious smile curling on her lips.

Xerath watched as the blade plunged into the demon's 'heart,' or rather, where one would presumably be located if it had a heart. Either way, the purifying essence seeped through the demon's form and into its very being, causing it to disperse outright. The familiars above also faded, leaving the desert quiet.

୨ৎ──── @infinite-xerath [ ; ]

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Also, the absurdity of her comment could hardly be ignored. "I do not. The weaknesses of flesh have no bearing upon me; I do not hunger, tire, or thirst. I require no rest, and do not age. I am the epitome of a perfect being; in short, a god."

୨ৎ──── @infinite-xerath [ ; ]

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୨ৎ──── @infinite-xerath [ ; ]

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Gwen darted from the shadows, her enchanted scissors glowing with fierce determination. The demon was distracted by the Magus's onslaught, and Gwen’s quick thinking was about to bring an end to this nightmare. With a sudden, fluid motion, Gwen dashed forward, her doll-like form almost a blur as she neared the Terror. She leaped into the air, her scissors flashing in her hand, and she stabbed downward, aiming for the demon's heart with precision. The blade cut through the air, empowered by the power of the Hallowed Mist.

As her scissors sank into the Terror's chest, a burst of radiant energy enveloped the beast, a final, blinding surge of light that consumed the monster. The Terror screeched in agony, its chains of dark energy snapping and fraying as the magic binding it unraveled. With one last, desperate howl, it crumbled into nothingness, the crows dispersing into the night sky, leaving only the echo of their wings behind.

Gwen landed gracefully, her scissors still glowing as the last remnants of the Terror’s magic faded into the air. She glanced over at Xerath, a small, victorious smile curling on her lips.

Xerath watched as the blade plunged into the demon's 'heart,' or rather, where one would presumably be located if it had a heart. Either way, the purifying essence seeped through the demon's form and into its very being, causing it to disperse outright. The familiars above also faded, leaving the desert quiet.

୨ৎ──── @infinite-xerath [ ; ]

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        A  pleasant  surprise       to  not  be  met  with  shoutings  of   '  how  /  when  did  you  get  in  here   ?  !  '  .  It  was  not  unusual,  nor  was  it  a  misplaced  question  most  of  the  time.  Akshan  did  make  a  habit  out  of  just  .  .  .  appearing.  Wherever  his  heroic  heart  leads  him  to.  And  if  his  heart  said  it  wanted  to  enjoy  the  warm  kisses  of  a  fire  in  front  of  his  nose,  he  is  nothing  but  a  humble  servant  to  it.

       ❝  I  pride  myself  in  being  unexpected.  ❞       Leaning  back  to  return  the  smile  attentively.       ❝  Ah,  you  see  :  Evil  never  rests.  BUT  even  scoundrels  have  to  take  a  break  every  once  in  a  while.  And  that  is  my  opportunity  to  .  .  .  have  a  cup  of  tea  with  a  friend. ❞       A  charming  shrug,  approving  Gwen's  lovely  offer  easier  than  he  aimed  to  word  out.

She  must  be  one  of  the  few  people  in  his  life  who  voiced  honest  curiosity  for  his  shenanigans,  and  the  shuriman  would  be  a  fool  if  not  making  the  most  out  of  it.       ❝  Keeping  the  warlord-population  back  at  home  at  bay,  for  example   ?   Or  would  you  be  more  interested  in  hearing  about  the  various  artifacts  I  could  preserve  from  robbers   ?  ❞

❝ I  suppose  you  have  been  up  to  similar  antics   ?   Knitting  sweaters   &   such   ? ❞

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Gwen chuckled softly at Akshan’s teasing words, her eyes sparkling with amusement. Her smile widened, clearly enjoying the lighthearted exchange.

With a playful glint in her eye, she responded, her voice light but warm, "Knitting sweaters? Oh, Akshan, you wound me! Though I suppose it would be quite amusing to see you wearing one of my creations." She leaned forward a bit, cradling the hot tea against her palm, considering his words with an exaggerated dramatic pause.

"It’s mostly magical stitching. Weaving spells into fabrics, you see. It's quite different from swiping artifacts or keeping warlords at bay, I suppose, but it’s a lovely way to spend time. Alas, not every hero needs a cloak of invisibility, after all. Some need a soft quilt for a peaceful nap." She smirked, her playful nature never far from the surface.

"You didn't hear a word of what i just said, did you?"

(Rp prompt reply)

୨ৎ──── @ironrevenant [ ; ]

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Gwen blinked up at Mordekaiser, her small frame standing in stark contrast to his towering presence. Her eyes widened in slight surprise as she looked up at him, trying to piece together the last few moments of his grand speech.

"I—uh," she began, biting her lip. "I kinda... zoned out a little, if I’m being honest. You have a lot to say, and it’s all really, um, intense..." She scratched the back of her head sheepishly, a nervous smile tugging at her lips. "But, um, I did catch some of it? Maybe? Like... I think you’re angry? Or, um, do you want to fight me? Wait, no, that doesn’t sound right."

୨ৎ──── @ironrevenant [ ; ]

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Gwen's brow furrowed slightly, her confusion deepening as she slowly stood up from her seated position. She tilted her head, trying to make sense of the armored figure's words. "Sealing away undeath?" She placed her hands on her hips, her fingers brushing the edge of her needle—a tool that was as much a part of her as the fabric she was made from.