Phoenix Zhang
The Ember Atelier
Last week before the first summer sale. Presales are open for 10 customers.
Place your order and get a discount of up to 7 sickles off your order
The Ember Atelier
Order form: Outfit Board
Name: Nyx Blackheart
House: Gryffindor
Year: 1st
Extracurricular/Stats : N/A
What you want: I want gothic clothes, shoes, jewelry
Extra : (certain pictures, face claim, quotes, etc) Here are descriptions to help you with what I want:
Plaguepunk Version:
☞ High-collared leather trench coat reinforced with patchwork canvas and sewn-on gas filtration vents—lined with scribbled mantras against disease.
☞ Cargo pants tucked into reinforced boots, with holsters full of vials, wrapped herbs, and hand-sewn poultices.
☞ Reworked plague doctor mask, half cracked, lenses replaced with tinted glass.
☞ Armored gloves made of black leather and copper, etched with runes to ward off both science and spirits.
☞ Belt with clanking glass bottles filled with suspicious dark liquids.
☞ Tall hat wrapped in barbed cord and crow feathers, with a charm of rat skulls and a piece of parchment that reads: “The air is lies.”
☞ A shoulder satchel stitched with the symbol of a forgotten guild—inside: syringes, maps, and wax seals.
Gravepunk Version:
☞ Charcoal-grey denim jumpsuit torn at the knees and elbows, patched with old funeral shroud scraps and stitched slogans like “DECAY IS FREEDOM.”
☞ Sleeveless trench-coat vest made from repurposed mourning coats and coffin lining, with bones sewn into the collar as a statement (and maybe armor).
☞ Mud-caked boots with toe caps made from iron.
☞ Arm wraps of gauze, soot-streaked and cinched with tarnished safety pins. One arm holds a bracer engraved with cemetery gate quotes.
☞ Gaslamp goggles perched crooked on a cracked top hat, with black feathers, copper coils, and funeral lace spilling from one side.
☞ A modified coffin-shaped crossbody bag with rusted lockplates, holding matchbooks, a broken pocket watch, and notes written in graveyard dirt.
Oceanic Deathwave Version:
☞ High-waisted black oilskin trousers splattered with dried salt and seafoam dye, netting tied loosely around one leg with shark teeth.
☞ Faded sailor’s tunic with bone buttons, drenched in ink-black stains and stitched with a kraken sigil across the back.
☞ Steel-toed boots rusted at the edges, trailing seaweed and bits of coral.
☞ Leather harness with chains and barnacle-crusted trinkets dangling—fishhooks, cracked compass, a charm shaped like a drowned anchor.
☞ Black lipstick looking streaked like a tide line.
☞ Piercings formed from drift metal, ears ringed with tiny nautical charms: sextants, sirens, broken anchors.
☞ A conch-shell speaker slung across my back—plays whale songs and funeral bells.
Current outfit:
☞ Shredded plaid miniskirt in black and deep crimson, layered over torn fishnets with occasional safety pins holding the threads together.
☞ Oversized, faded black hoodie with a cracked white print of a bleeding heart pierced by thorns; sleeves cover the hands with thumbholes.
☞ Chunky platform boots with worn-down soles, covered in band logo stickers and hand-drawn symbols in silver sharpie.
☞ Fingerless mesh gloves, arms wrapped in mismatched black and red fabric bracelets and a single leather cuff with tiny spikes.
☞ Sliver of dark eyeliner dragged beneath tired eyes, lips painted in matte obsidian. Nose studs, and a spiked eyebrow bar.
☞ Layered necklaces—one with a broken padlock, another with a small glass vial of "graveyard dirt" (or so I say).
☞ A tattered messenger bag with a stitched-on patch reading "No Hope, Only Noise" carrying my sketchbook, broken headphones, and a cassette player that still works when it wants to.
And lots of platform shoes lol
Name: Nyx Blackheart
House: Gryffindor
Year: 1st
Extracurricular/Stats : N/A
What you want: I want gothic clothes, shoes, jewelry
Extra : (certain pictures, face claim, quotes, etc) Here are descriptions to help you with what I want:
Plaguepunk Version:
☞ High-collared leather trench coat reinforced with patchwork canvas and sewn-on gas filtration vents—lined with scribbled mantras against disease.
☞ Cargo pants tucked into reinforced boots, with holsters full of vials, wrapped herbs, and hand-sewn poultices.
☞ Reworked plague doctor mask, half cracked, lenses replaced with tinted glass.
☞ Armored gloves made of black leather and copper, etched with runes to ward off both science and spirits.
☞ Belt with clanking glass bottles filled with suspicious dark liquids.
☞ Tall hat wrapped in barbed cord and crow feathers, with a charm of rat skulls and a piece of parchment that reads: “The air is lies.”
☞ A shoulder satchel stitched with the symbol of a forgotten guild—inside: syringes, maps, and wax seals.
Gravepunk Version:
☞ Charcoal-grey denim jumpsuit torn at the knees and elbows, patched with old funeral shroud scraps and stitched slogans like “DECAY IS FREEDOM.”
☞ Sleeveless trench-coat vest made from repurposed mourning coats and coffin lining, with bones sewn into the collar as a statement (and maybe armor).
☞ Mud-caked boots with toe caps made from iron.
☞ Arm wraps of gauze, soot-streaked and cinched with tarnished safety pins. One arm holds a bracer engraved with cemetery gate quotes.
☞ Gaslamp goggles perched crooked on a cracked top hat, with black feathers, copper coils, and funeral lace spilling from one side.
☞ A modified coffin-shaped crossbody bag with rusted lockplates, holding matchbooks, a broken pocket watch, and notes written in graveyard dirt.
Oceanic Deathwave Version:
☞ High-waisted black oilskin trousers splattered with dried salt and seafoam dye, netting tied loosely around one leg with shark teeth.
☞ Faded sailor’s tunic with bone buttons, drenched in ink-black stains and stitched with a kraken sigil across the back.
☞ Steel-toed boots rusted at the edges, trailing seaweed and bits of coral.
☞ Leather harness with chains and barnacle-crusted trinkets dangling—fishhooks, cracked compass, a charm shaped like a drowned anchor.
☞ Black lipstick looking streaked like a tide line.
☞ Piercings formed from drift metal, ears ringed with tiny nautical charms: sextants, sirens, broken anchors.
☞ A conch-shell speaker slung across my back—plays whale songs and funeral bells.
Current outfit:
☞ Shredded plaid miniskirt in black and deep crimson, layered over torn fishnets with occasional safety pins holding the threads together.
☞ Oversized, faded black hoodie with a cracked white print of a bleeding heart pierced by thorns; sleeves cover the hands with thumbholes.
☞ Chunky platform boots with worn-down soles, covered in band logo stickers and hand-drawn symbols in silver sharpie.
☞ Fingerless mesh gloves, arms wrapped in mismatched black and red fabric bracelets and a single leather cuff with tiny spikes.
☞ Sliver of dark eyeliner dragged beneath tired eyes, lips painted in matte obsidian. Nose studs, and a spiked eyebrow bar.
☞ Layered necklaces—one with a broken padlock, another with a small glass vial of "graveyard dirt" (or so I say).
☞ A tattered messenger bag with a stitched-on patch reading "No Hope, Only Noise" carrying my sketchbook, broken headphones, and a cassette player that still works when it wants to.
And lots of platform shoes lol
Dance poor people, dance and drown, dance fair Paris to the Ground. Dance poor people, dance and drown, dance fair Paris, ashes now.
❀ Crimson Sugar Curiosities! ❀ [OPEN!]
Phoenix Zhang
The Ember Atelier
Reducio
Nyx Blackheart wrote: 23 May 2025, 17:54 Order form: Outfit Board
Name: Nyx Blackheart
House: Gryffindor
Year: 1st
Extracurricular/Stats : N/A
What you want: I want gothic clothes, shoes, jewelry
Extra : (certain pictures, face claim, quotes, etc) Here are descriptions to help you with what I want:
Plaguepunk Version:
☞ High-collared leather trench coat reinforced with patchwork canvas and sewn-on gas filtration vents—lined with scribbled mantras against disease.
☞ Cargo pants tucked into reinforced boots, with holsters full of vials, wrapped herbs, and hand-sewn poultices.
☞ Reworked plague doctor mask, half cracked, lenses replaced with tinted glass.
☞ Armored gloves made of black leather and copper, etched with runes to ward off both science and spirits.
☞ Belt with clanking glass bottles filled with suspicious dark liquids.
☞ Tall hat wrapped in barbed cord and crow feathers, with a charm of rat skulls and a piece of parchment that reads: “The air is lies.”
☞ A shoulder satchel stitched with the symbol of a forgotten guild—inside: syringes, maps, and wax seals.
Gravepunk Version:
☞ Charcoal-grey denim jumpsuit torn at the knees and elbows, patched with old funeral shroud scraps and stitched slogans like “DECAY IS FREEDOM.”
☞ Sleeveless trench-coat vest made from repurposed mourning coats and coffin lining, with bones sewn into the collar as a statement (and maybe armor).
☞ Mud-caked boots with toe caps made from iron.
☞ Arm wraps of gauze, soot-streaked and cinched with tarnished safety pins. One arm holds a bracer engraved with cemetery gate quotes.
☞ Gaslamp goggles perched crooked on a cracked top hat, with black feathers, copper coils, and funeral lace spilling from one side.
☞ A modified coffin-shaped crossbody bag with rusted lockplates, holding matchbooks, a broken pocket watch, and notes written in graveyard dirt.
Oceanic Deathwave Version:
☞ High-waisted black oilskin trousers splattered with dried salt and seafoam dye, netting tied loosely around one leg with shark teeth.
☞ Faded sailor’s tunic with bone buttons, drenched in ink-black stains and stitched with a kraken sigil across the back.
☞ Steel-toed boots rusted at the edges, trailing seaweed and bits of coral.
☞ Leather harness with chains and barnacle-crusted trinkets dangling—fishhooks, cracked compass, a charm shaped like a drowned anchor.
☞ Black lipstick looking streaked like a tide line.
☞ Piercings formed from drift metal, ears ringed with tiny nautical charms: sextants, sirens, broken anchors.
☞ A conch-shell speaker slung across my back—plays whale songs and funeral bells.
Current outfit:
☞ Shredded plaid miniskirt in black and deep crimson, layered over torn fishnets with occasional safety pins holding the threads together.
☞ Oversized, faded black hoodie with a cracked white print of a bleeding heart pierced by thorns; sleeves cover the hands with thumbholes.
☞ Chunky platform boots with worn-down soles, covered in band logo stickers and hand-drawn symbols in silver sharpie.
☞ Fingerless mesh gloves, arms wrapped in mismatched black and red fabric bracelets and a single leather cuff with tiny spikes.
☞ Sliver of dark eyeliner dragged beneath tired eyes, lips painted in matte obsidian. Nose studs, and a spiked eyebrow bar.
☞ Layered necklaces—one with a broken padlock, another with a small glass vial of "graveyard dirt" (or so I say).
☞ A tattered messenger bag with a stitched-on patch reading "No Hope, Only Noise" carrying my sketchbook, broken headphones, and a cassette player that still works when it wants to.
And lots of platform shoes lol
Just for clarification are you asking for 4 different outfit boards or do you want these all on one?
The Ember Atelier
All in one lol. I will pay for it allPhoenix Harlow wrote: 23 May 2025, 18:00ReducioNyx Blackheart wrote: 23 May 2025, 17:54 Order form: Outfit Board
Name: Nyx Blackheart
House: Gryffindor
Year: 1st
Extracurricular/Stats : N/A
What you want: I want gothic clothes, shoes, jewelry
Extra : (certain pictures, face claim, quotes, etc) Here are descriptions to help you with what I want:
Plaguepunk Version:
☞ High-collared leather trench coat reinforced with patchwork canvas and sewn-on gas filtration vents—lined with scribbled mantras against disease.
☞ Cargo pants tucked into reinforced boots, with holsters full of vials, wrapped herbs, and hand-sewn poultices.
☞ Reworked plague doctor mask, half cracked, lenses replaced with tinted glass.
☞ Armored gloves made of black leather and copper, etched with runes to ward off both science and spirits.
☞ Belt with clanking glass bottles filled with suspicious dark liquids.
☞ Tall hat wrapped in barbed cord and crow feathers, with a charm of rat skulls and a piece of parchment that reads: “The air is lies.”
☞ A shoulder satchel stitched with the symbol of a forgotten guild—inside: syringes, maps, and wax seals.
Gravepunk Version:
☞ Charcoal-grey denim jumpsuit torn at the knees and elbows, patched with old funeral shroud scraps and stitched slogans like “DECAY IS FREEDOM.”
☞ Sleeveless trench-coat vest made from repurposed mourning coats and coffin lining, with bones sewn into the collar as a statement (and maybe armor).
☞ Mud-caked boots with toe caps made from iron.
☞ Arm wraps of gauze, soot-streaked and cinched with tarnished safety pins. One arm holds a bracer engraved with cemetery gate quotes.
☞ Gaslamp goggles perched crooked on a cracked top hat, with black feathers, copper coils, and funeral lace spilling from one side.
☞ A modified coffin-shaped crossbody bag with rusted lockplates, holding matchbooks, a broken pocket watch, and notes written in graveyard dirt.
Oceanic Deathwave Version:
☞ High-waisted black oilskin trousers splattered with dried salt and seafoam dye, netting tied loosely around one leg with shark teeth.
☞ Faded sailor’s tunic with bone buttons, drenched in ink-black stains and stitched with a kraken sigil across the back.
☞ Steel-toed boots rusted at the edges, trailing seaweed and bits of coral.
☞ Leather harness with chains and barnacle-crusted trinkets dangling—fishhooks, cracked compass, a charm shaped like a drowned anchor.
☞ Black lipstick looking streaked like a tide line.
☞ Piercings formed from drift metal, ears ringed with tiny nautical charms: sextants, sirens, broken anchors.
☞ A conch-shell speaker slung across my back—plays whale songs and funeral bells.
Current outfit:
☞ Shredded plaid miniskirt in black and deep crimson, layered over torn fishnets with occasional safety pins holding the threads together.
☞ Oversized, faded black hoodie with a cracked white print of a bleeding heart pierced by thorns; sleeves cover the hands with thumbholes.
☞ Chunky platform boots with worn-down soles, covered in band logo stickers and hand-drawn symbols in silver sharpie.
☞ Fingerless mesh gloves, arms wrapped in mismatched black and red fabric bracelets and a single leather cuff with tiny spikes.
☞ Sliver of dark eyeliner dragged beneath tired eyes, lips painted in matte obsidian. Nose studs, and a spiked eyebrow bar.
☞ Layered necklaces—one with a broken padlock, another with a small glass vial of "graveyard dirt" (or so I say).
☞ A tattered messenger bag with a stitched-on patch reading "No Hope, Only Noise" carrying my sketchbook, broken headphones, and a cassette player that still works when it wants to.
And lots of platform shoes lol
Just for clarification are you asking for 4 different outfit boards or do you want these all on one?
Dance poor people, dance and drown, dance fair Paris to the Ground. Dance poor people, dance and drown, dance fair Paris, ashes now.
❀ Crimson Sugar Curiosities! ❀ [OPEN!]
Phoenix Zhang
The Ember Atelier
@Nyx Blackheart Order accepted, finished, payment recieved
Last edited by Phoenix Zhang on 24 May 2025, 15:33, edited 2 times in total.
Phoenix Zhang
The Ember Atelier
@Nyx Blackheart
I hope you like it
Since you ordered during presale it's going to be 6 sickles (174 potato peels)
Reducio

I hope you like it
Since you ordered during presale it's going to be 6 sickles (174 potato peels)
Last edited by Phoenix Zhang on 24 May 2025, 00:15, edited 1 time in total.
Phoenix Zhang
The Ember Atelier
Im back again your banners are amazing
Order form: Banner
Name: Chaemin Watanabe
school:Tenusa
Year: 2nd
Extracurricular/Stats : N/A
What you want: A retro punk meats gothic type?
Extra : face claim : Nayeon TWICE , Lyrics " Baby, no I ain't no beginner "
Phoenix Zhang
The Ember Atelier
@Andronica Evans Order accepted finished, payment received
Last edited by Phoenix Zhang on 24 May 2025, 15:33, edited 1 time in total.
Phoenix Zhang
The Ember Atelier
@Andronica Evans
Reducio
Since you ordered during presales it will be 7 sickles (203 potato peels)


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