#Double zipper design

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ring zipper scribbles

when bro disbands your unit…

[andyoullhearitagain]

Every Starfleet Uniform Ranked By How Annoying The Sleeve Is To Sew, Part 1

The Star Trek designers appear to be allergic to a normal-ass armscye, so I've broken down which sleeves are the most time-consuming and annoying to put in, starting from the easiest sleeve.

TOS Minidress:

A normal raglan sleeve, which is easier to sew then a set-in sleeve when it comes down to it. Quick and easy.

2. "The Cage":

A regular human armscye, set-in sleeves, a thin shoulder pad. They are made of velvet, which is notoriously slippery under the machine and requires hand basting, but they're a straight one piece sleeve which is going to take less time to place then a shaped two piece sleeve.

3. Original Movies-Era:

Both the movie uniforms have normal tailored two piece sleeves. Nothing weird. A tailored sleeve is going to be hand basted (maybe a few times) and include a shoulder pad and sleeve head, so despite being normal they do take longer than the more relaxed armscyes in our list.

4. AOS:

These guys aren't too bad, but they have a double row of satin trim that echoes the zipper in the TOS uniforms (cute!) that would be a little tricky to work with. They also gain difficulty points because they're stretch which I personally hate working with.

5. Strange New Worlds:

These are interesting because they echo both the raglan sleeve in the TOS uniforms and the piecing that starts in the TNG uniforms. Gains difficulty points for having two points of pattern matching and being a THREE piece sleeve (plus a cuff) with all those corners to navigate. AND it's a stretch fabric, AND I'd bet anything that the printed fabric sticks to the machine. Better break out that Teflon foot!

Part 2

[insomniumstella]

baby, she's all yours

bucky x fem!reader

warnings: free use (consent to be "used" anytime & anywhere), explicit language, fingering, oral (m! and f! receiving), a sprinkle of degradation, a sprinkle of breeding kink, dom!bucky, public sex, light spanking, daddy kink (i should be stopped). this one is bad, so it goes without saying, but MDI

word count: 1,240

author's note: this is a lil' story in celebration of kinktober, which time won't permit me to participate in, but my thoughts always wanted to. ➼ sharp, but oh so gentle

James was hesitant to explore the concept you described as free use at first, and maybe a fraction scared. The two of you had been dating for close to three years, and though things were great, the idea of you introducing free use into the bedroom days after knife play troubled him. His heart has always been heavy with the notion of being too difficult to love and too bothersome to deal with, but you made him feel enough; more than. Special in public when you would proudly hold his hand, and special in the comfort of plush sheets when you would let him cherish you — use and mould you into a drooling mess, obeying every demand. Was proposing a fresh kink a silent plead to advise him you have gotten bored? 

As it turned out, it was. Kind of. The itch beneath your skin urging you to explore foreign waters wasn’t boredom but rather lust. Fiery hot and addicting type of lust that ignited every nerve ending in your body around him. Still does. Introducing Bucky to free use was the best—and the most deliciously infuriating—thing to soothe your constant yearning for his touch. 

It caught you off guard, the first time he complied with the request. Steve had recently purchased an apartment in Brooklyn and organised a small housewarming celebration. You slipped out of the living room and into the kitchen once your glass turned empty, oblivious to the very needy pair of eyes studying you. The music muffled your soft moans then, as James fingered you against the blonde’s new refrigerator, suffocating the whines his thick fingers caused with passionate kisses. 

The second time it happened, it was winter. Powdery layers of snow covered the entirety of New York City, and, as the sun laid to rest for the evening, the streets seemed magical. James and you were rushing to Natasha’s birthday dinner, stopping by Bergdorf Goodman for a last-minute gift. Time around holidays is always strenuous, but the missions almost doubled last year, rustles of a deadly biochemical weapon dampening the joy of Christmas and stealing your attention away from getting Natasha a gift early. Bucky tackled the three bottom floors whilst you handled the other three, scouring the variety of fine jewelry and designer clothing. As fate would have it, a gorgeous sequinned dress piqued your interest, the colour of it overly harsh for the redhead’s complexion but perfectly complimenting to yours. James practically pleaded for you to model it, assuring nobody would notice you being late a minute or two. Desire waltzed in his eyes when you agreed at last, twirling around to present the garment and flaunt how well it flattered your curves. He shoved the two of you into the private dressing room once the sales associate disappeared to bring out a pair of matching heels, closing the curtains and hiking the dress up to your waist. “Be good for me,” he spoke, undoing his zipper and slipping the tip of his cock into your dripping heat, “you wouldn’t want employees to hear us, would you, doll?” You couldn’t think of the gift you ended up buying Natasha, but you can still remember sobbing into Bucky’s hand as his hips feverishly snapped into yours.  

Sometimes, that particular memory makes you wonder if introducing James to free use was a mistake — you’d be lying if you said it was because the thrill of being played with at times you least expect is exhilarating. The agreement caused many risky scenarios, though. There was that instance of Bucky between your legs, lapping at your core during a video call with your sister. The wooden desk shielded him from view as he relished you, but the grimaces on your features were a smidge more difficult to camouflage. “You taste incredible, baby,” Bucky mumbled, flesh and metal hands gripping the softness of your exposed thighs, before eagerly licking your clit. “Couldn’t ever get enough of this pussy.” You inadvertently moaned thrice during the call, disguising the sinful sounds by feigning coughs and attributing your strange demeanour to a common cold. “Tell her the truth,” James teased then, slipping a metal digit inside your needy hole, and you sneakily slapped his shoulder. The unsuspecting woman on screen continued to babble about her upcoming visit as you hit the mute button on your computer because the man below you had zero intentions of easing up. “Can feel you squeezin’,” he groaned, slipping a couple more of his metal digits inside. “Please end the call, peach, so I could fuck you atop this desk already.” 

There was also the time he got annoyed on a road trip, freeing his cock and guiding your head downward to silence your complaints about his driving on unpaved roads. “Be a good girl and put that mouth to better use,” he grunted as you licked drops of pre-cum off his skin. “Na uh, doll,” with his left arm on the steering wheel, James forced the entirety of his length into your mouth, “we ain’t got time for any foreplay shit right now.” 

Furthermore, introducing him to free use is the reason for your current predicament — being bent over the sink at a local bar with Bucky balls deep inside you. 

“Takin’ me so well, sweetheart.” James praises, catching your gaze in the grimy mirror before spanking your velvety hips. “My girl’s such a slut for me, letting me play with her in a random pub’s bathroom.” It’s more of an observation than dirty talk, and you bite back a moan, nodding. “Bet you’re always thinking about daddy’s big cock, wishing you could be bursting full of me forever, aren’t you?” A harsh spank lands on your scorching skin when you don’t immediately answer. “I asked you a question, peach.”

“Yes,” you sob, digging your manicured nails into the base of your palm. “Love it—,” another wail slips past your swollen lips, “love it when you use me, daddy.” 

The pace of his hips slamming into yours remains brutal as he studies your expression in the mirror. “Look at you,” he clutches your chin, the slight pain of it forcing you to peel your eyes open, “my baby’s so fucked out, she’s having trouble speaking.” The steady pulse of your approaching orgasm heightens as Bucky admires the whimpering mess that is you, leaning lower until the slight stubble on his jaw tickles your ear. “Should I let you finish, or should I leave you all desperate and stuffed full of my cum until happy hour’s over?” 

“Please,” you plead, “I’m so close.” 

“That’s too—,” James chuckles through a groan as his own orgasm bursts in syrupy waves, “—bad.” The rhythm of his movements falters and then stops, and if tears weren’t streaming down your face already, you would’ve cried at the loss of contact, feeling terribly empty without Bucky to keep you warm. Though you don’t say a word to him, he can sense your frustration, the weight of your emotions lingering in the atmosphere around you. Slithering his metal hands between your legs, he pushes the cum that leaked out back inside you, thrusting a couple times to soothe your disappointment before withdrawing his touch and shoving your discarded panties into the pocket of his jacket. “Don’t let it drip out if you want a reward when we get home.” A lazy grin stretches across his features. “I promise to make it worth your while.” 

[munivrse]

༺☆༻ Luxurious

bada spoils her baby

c/w: spoiled ass reader. down bad bada. suggestive. a little more than suggestive? not full on smut though. what does bada like more than checks? money!

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

bada likes to spoil you, loves it, even. the way your eyes lit up when you saw a piece of clothing, shoes, or jewelry that you liked… that was priceless to her. so naturally she takes you out, hands you her card and tells you to “go get what you want, baby.”

she’ll stick with you for a bit- today she helped you pick some items out. she asks an attendant to find them in your size. once she receives the clothes, she guides you to a dressing room. when you open the door, she hurries you and herself into the tight space,

“bada!”

she shushes you and makes her way to sit on the bench in the room. she tells you it’ll be fine and that she wants to make sure everything fits right. the first dress you put on is white with lace trim. bada groans at the sight. where would you ever wear that?

“is it pretty?”

bada looks you up and down, “of course it is sweetheart, everything is pretty on you.”

you roll your eyes, “i should’ve never asked.”

you continue trying some items on, but your final piece of clothing from this shop catches bada’s eye. Its a miniskirt with a zipper accent in the front that is fully functional.

“come closer.”

you walk up to her and her hands are on your hips, moving up to your waist where the the waistband sits. she thumbs the fabric, feeling how thick the material is.

“this is nice.”

one hand reaches for the zipper, pulling it down slowly.

your hands fly to her own, “bada lee!”

she looks up at you, pressing a kiss against your upper thigh, “trust me pretty girl.”

she fully unzips the garment letting it fall to your feet, “such easy access, we’re definitely buying this one.”

she leaves wet kisses above the waistband of your panties. you let a breathy sigh leave your mouth. bada stops and pinches your thigh,

“quiet.”

she goes back to kissing your lower stomach, sucking marks into your soft skin. a small moan makes its way out of you and bada stops again,

“you wanna be caught don’t you? wanna let everyone see how pretty you are?”

your thighs rub against each other and bada notices. she leaves one soft kiss against your panties,

“say the word and i’ll do it.”

her hand squeezes your thigh as she continues to press her lips against your clothed cunt. you’re whining, legs shaking and bada cant decipher if you’re turned on, nervous, or just cold.

“cmon baby. tell me what you want.”

you shake your head, “not now.”

bada removes herself from you, hands withdrawing immediately, “good girl. buy what you want today. i’m gonna wait in the car for you, call me when you’re leaving, okay?”

you smile down at her, hands moving her bangs out of the way and cradling her face. she looked so pretty from this angle.

“of course. i love you.” you press a kiss to her forehead.

a light blush spreads across bada’s face,

“i love you too baby.”

she leaves you to your own devices.

when you text her to tell her you’re on your way, she pulls around to the front of the entrance, gets out of the car, and leans against it, waiting to help you load your bags. when you come from the double doors, she smirks when she sees your multiple designer shopping bags, she doesn’t even want to think about the potential damage done to her bank account. a lazy smile makes its way on her face as she rounds the car to grab the bags from you, opening the trunk and setting them inside.

“did you have fun?”

you grin, “yes! can i show you what else i got when we get home?”

“of course baby.”

bada is sat on the couch when you come out from changing. she thinks she might die when you come out in your first outfit. Its a very short black dress with lace trim on the bottom which shows off your legs, something that bada believes should be criminal.

“very pretty. how much was this?”

you let out a nervous chuckle, “don’t worry about that… it looks nice right?”

bada shakes her head, “very nice. what’s next?”

the next outfit is more conservative (thank god). it’s something bada thinks even she would wear. you’ve got a nice pair of black cargos on, a cropped tighter top, and mauve air jordan 1’s on your feet. she distantly thinks she should ask if she could borrow them in the future.

bada gives you a nod of approval, “twirl for me pretty girl.”

you do as you’re told of course.

bada hums, “those pants fit you really well. come here.”

bada spreads her legs to make room for you to stand in front of her. she pulls you closer to her and puts her hands in the back pockets of your jeans, squeezing.

you yelp and grab her hands, “you are such a pervert!”

bada throws her head back and laughs “I can’t help it. i just wanted to make sure they fit.”

you glare at her and leave the living room. when you return, you have a small bag of cosmetics with you. you fish through them and pull out a lipstick.

“i’ve seen this all over tiktok- apparently this lipstick is supposed to be really durable and long wearing,” you put it on your lips, “isn’t it a pretty color?”

bada is just so enamored with you. she gleams up at you, nodding her head.

“can i test them out on you?”

“anything you want honey,” bada grabs you by your hips, pulling you to sit on her lap, “show me.”

you kiss her cheek and notice a little mark left on her. your face morphs into a frown, “it left a mark…”

bada takes this as an opportunity to see you in more lipstick colors- “maybe it’s just that color. try another one?”

you huff in response. you already had one on!

“can i put it on you instead? I don’t want to take this one off.”

bada sees this as an even better opportunity. she tries not to show her excitement at the idea of leaving marks on you on purpose.

“mhm.”

you turn around in her lap to dig through your bag. you pull out a cherry red and show it to her, “this would be so cute on you!”

your hand cradles bada’s face as you delicately put the lipstick on her face. bada’s lips twitch. the way you look so serious and focused on the application was so fucking cute it took everything in her not to lean forward to kiss you.

you finish and put the cap back on the lipstick, “okay - kiss me!”

bada giggles and places a kiss to your lips. after your lips she kisses your cheeks… and after your cheeks she starts kissing your jawline…

“bada-” you sigh. your hands grip her hair to pull her away from you, “i told you to kiss me just to test it out. why are you trying to seduce me right now.”

bada looks up to you, eyes already hooded. she makes direct eye contact as she dips her head down again to kiss down your neck. in between kisses she mumbles out, “jus’ checking on the… durability of the lipstick.”

[celebtf]

THE STUNT-DOUBLE: Ryan Reynolds

It was a bustling day in Chicago, and Jack had just taken a happy walk around the vibrant city, soaking in the sights and sounds, and enjoying the lively atmosphere. Jack had walked down-town to a small market earlier to see if he could find any good thrifts to his new apartment.

" Hey young man, seeing anything you like? " an older man asked Jack, the man looked in his early 40's and had a big table with alot of stuff on it, everything from toys to glasses to clothes to jewlery.

" How much for that silver ring, right over there " Jack pointed to a ring that had the lable 3 written on a small piece of paper under it.

" Number 3, that will be 1$ " Jack pays for the ring and then go back home, tomorrow is a big day, he will start his new job as a Stunt-double for Ryan Reynolds on set for the new Deadpool 3, Jack was so excited and couldn't really believe his hears when the agency had called him and told him the news.

The next day Jack woke up early, took a quick run and hoped in to the shower, ate breakfast and jumped into his car on his way to the set.

Jack got on to set and he showed his id and Crew-Id, went past Security and walked down the hallway. Jack stepped inside his boss office and there stood the man himself, Ryan.

" Hey man, fun to meet you let me give you a tour around the place " Ryan grabbed my shoulder and started to show me around. We walked through all the diffrent set and crews, showed me where the lunch-room was and where to sleep if I got tired on set.

" Here is our costume-designers and makes the suits and clothes for this movie "

I put my hand in my pocket and just started to play with thw ring while I stood outside the Toilet for Ryan to finish. " Damn I wish I got a chance to be Ryan". Time went and at last, Jack just opened the door and saw Ryan's Deadpool suit on the floor. Jack locked the door and started to put on the suit, just for fun, he put his foot in first and he could hear the suit moan, which was odd for a suit to do, the same thing happend with the second leg. Jack had finnished putting the suit on, and when he looked into the mirror he saw Ryan stairing back at him.

Jack's wish had come through, he had become Ryan and Ryan was now his suit. Jack left the the toilet, walking around like he owned this place, suddenly Monica from Costume grabbed him by the shoulder, he jumped.

" I'm sorry I scared you Mr.Reynolds, I see the zipper is broke in the back, let me just fix that up for you quick. " Jack took of the Deadpool suit, scared he would turn back but to his suprise he didn't. As they put the Suit on the Mannequin Jack or ' Ryan ' could here the suit moan again. Seems like only Jack could here it, which would make this more fun.

As the weeks went by and Jack started to do more and more Promo as Ryan for Deadpool 3, he really stared to enjoy it more and more.

" If all I have to do during these Photoshoots are to look good, I'm going to enjoy it to the fullest, aren't we Ryan" Jack grabbed his bulge through the suit and could here the old Ryan moan.

[sunnysam-my]

Hazbin Hotel redesign ideas p. 2

I am a bit of fashion, especially men's, history nerd, and I'm also a bit of radio nerd, so here I go, biblically accurate Alastor.

ALASTOR:

Alastor was a radio host (a radio star?) who lived and died in Louisiana. He was shot during a hunting accident, in the head, somewhere in the 1933, during radio's golden era. He cares greatly about his image and always smiles to show no weaknesses. He hates modern technology and doesn't allow his face to be captured by video recording or non black and white camera. His is mixed-race Creole.

Nothing about Alastor design make sense and it pisses me off. Not only it doesn't fit the time, it also doesn't fit his character! Besides, he is too red. He disappears into the background, especially walls of the Hotel.

Alastor cares about his image greatly, yet his clothes are torn. He is supposed to be like Hannibal, yet he looks like an edgelord wannabe. It's awful. I learned nothing about him from his design, other than "he's and old-time radio deer guy", and that's really bad.

Fashion in 30s was inspired by Hollywood, and sport and movies celebrities.

Back and white fashion in this period wasn't that different, at least for men, as long as you weren't poor, but here are some photos of specifically black fashion in 30s. In general I recommend that website if you want to look more into the fashion of this period.

His hair is completely wrong. And it's also really ugly lol. For richer black men a shiny straightening hairstyle was the go to since 1920s. One such style was "the conk" where one would chemically straighten their hair. It left hair shiny, but the process was painful and expensive. It literally could burn your scalp.

Another popular style was the brush wave. It's creating narrow waves rolling on top of head with the sides cut short and smooth. This hairstyle is still present to this day, but nowadays it's done on the whole head.

Other than that, men just wore their hair naturally, but short.

There is no focus on trousers or vest in Alastor's outfit. (Which is wild considering zipper fly was introduced in the early 30s, but was got popular by the mid ’30s). This was time of experimenting a bit with vests. If you wanted to look fancy and/or formal, you would wear a vest. Pants were wide legged, had a high waist and a single pressed line down the center of the leg. Some trouser waistbands were unique in the 1930s, for example a Hollywood waistband trouser. It had an extra wide band with a double row of buttons. They fit very high, overlapping the ribs. they often had netal ring tabs on the sides to tighten the pant to the correct fit without the need for belts or suspenders.

Also, monocle? Really? …Really? Here you go, read this if you're curious. Lots of pictures of glasses included. Glasses stayed essentially the same in 30s as they were in 20s. They were "round with a center bridge in the early years and an upper bridge in the later years. Frames could be tortoiseshell, black plastic, or thin metal." 

Moving on from fashion, because I could never shut up, microphones!

The most probabale one that everyone who is redesigning Al is drawing is a good old classic Carbon mic. It looks like a ring with a metal star and the microphone inside. It can be hand held or a staff.

But, if you wanna draw something different!

Other than Carbon mic there is also a Ribbon microphone (first row) and Moving Coil mic (second row). Unfortunately, they killed Alastor in the best part of the radio golden age, so the mics are still a bit ugly, not gonna lie.

How would I design him:

First things firsts, either he is mixed or he is white, because right now it just feels like a cheep excuse to have an "evil voodoo" character without getting too much backlash. Let's be honest, nobody thought he was a POC and that white face doesn't help. Again, just like I mentioned with Vel, when you're drawing a character with human like skin tone you have to be careful and think how it ties to their race.

Second - fashion. His outfit and hairstyle is a disaster. He has always tried to 'dress to impress', so obviously I would give him well maintained clothing and that 'high quality', formal style. I would give him the dark brown Hollywood trouser with buttons and dark crimson shirt, like dried blood almost. Under a coat or jacket he would have a brow vest, both the same colour as the pants. Highlights would be golden and green or purple. I for one would love to see him start out with a jacket/coat which he stops wearing inside the hotel after he bonds with the people inside it more, but he would still wear it outside and in the finale would put it on again, after his breakdown in the tower. This would show he began to trust the hotel residents a bit before he 'realises his mistake' after the battle. I would give him short haircut, because not even white people wore hair like that. (What in the Karen-core is it supposed to be?). Say goodbye to that monocle. Why is it even there there? Because he is old-timely? What is he, a children's cartoon villain? His design doesn't need more soulless clutter. Give me something that tells me about him as a character. I've seen people give him old radio as teeth or chest and I love it! When it's not too detailed, it's a great idea to make Alastor less like a living human but also less of… just a deer. He just looks like a deer demon. I would keep his shoes, hands and antlers, and give him ears that would fit the hairstyle I would go with.

[Edit: I forgot to mention, I would give him a time accurate hat or a free wavy lock of hair to cover the mark on his forehead where he was shot]

Thirdly, the microphone! My love. I remember the microphone used to be able to talk, but now it doesn't, unless I'm wrong, but I'm pretty sure. Now it's just a weird look staff microphone with an eye and that's about it. But imagine something like a moving coil with the metal sign on top of it were the letters on it change. It could be a way it's communicating, in a simple way. This was it could still have a unique shape. That would have been fun to see. I can certainly imagine it being something of an 'unfiltered voice' of Alastor, where it would change it's writing into "Shut up", "Die" or something like that and he would hit it in a reprimanding way to reverse it to "Smile!". I'm just saying, that's a cool idea.

Well, this took forever to make, I actually forgot about this, so it just sat in my drafts. Anyway, if you want to see brilliant use of costumes and detailed, accurate depiction of fashion (especially black and queer) through history in New Orleans I recommend "Interview With The Vampire" (2022). It's also a great show.

[queenofthedisneyverse]

Technology from 1870-1899 (For Encanto fic writers)

So, A mutual of mine @miracles-and-butterfliess pointed out that everyone (including me) tends to forget that Encanto was literally made when the triplets were born. Which is literally 1900 or 1901. Regardless, it was the very beginning of the 19th century so let me tell you about the technology/things they would/wouldn’t have. (And please keep in mind that most of these may or may not have been imported into Colombia yet.) 

1870 - 1879

1872—A.M. Ward creates the first mail-order catalog. NO

1873—Joseph Glidden invented barbed wire. NO

1876—Alexander Graham Bell patents the telephone. NO

1876—Nicolaus August Otto invents the first practical four-stroke internal combustion engine. NO

1876—Melville Bissell patents the carpet sweeper. NO?

1878—Thomas Edison invents the cylinder phonograph (known then as the tin foil phonograph). MAYBE

1878—Eadweard Muybridge invents moving pictures. NO?

1878—Sir Joseph Wilson Swan invents the prototype for a practical electric lightbulb. YES? 

1879—Thomas Edison invented the first commercially viable incandescent electric light bulb. NO?

1880 - 1889

1880—The British Perforated Paper Company debuts toilet paper. YES

1880—English inventor John Milne creates the modern seismograph. NO

1881—David Houston patents camera film in roll format. NO?

1884—Lewis Edson Waterman invents the first practical fountain pen. YES

1884—L. A. Thompson built and opened the first roller coaster in the United States at a site on Coney Island, New York. NO

1884—James Ritty invents a functional mechanical cash register. YES?

1884—Charles Parson patents the steam turbine. NO

1885—Karl Benz invented the first practical automobile powered by an internal-combustion engine. NO (even before Encanto, Alma’s town looked rural so I doubt the automobile reached them yet.)

1885—Gottlieb Daimler invented the first gas-engine motorcycle. NO

1886—John Pemberton introduces Coca-Cola. NO

1886—Gottlieb Daimler designs and builds the world's first four-wheeled automobile. NO

1887—Heinrich Hertz invents radar. NO

1887—Emile Berliner invented the gramophone. YES

1887—F.E. Muller and Adolph Fick invented the first wearable contact lenses. NO

1888—Nikola Tesla invents the alternating current motor and transformer. NO

1890 - 1899

1891—Jesse W. Reno invents the escalator. NO

1892—Rudolf Diesel invents the diesel-fueled internal combustion engine, which he patents six years later. NO

1892—Sir James Dewar invents the Dewar vacuum flask. NO

1893—W.L. Judson invents the zipper. NO (zippers didn’t become popular globally until a little bit later; buttons, ribbons/laces and whatever else were still the norm/in fashion for fastening and tying (which is still the case in some places today)

1895—Brothers Auguste and Louis Lumière invent a portable motion-picture camera that doubles as a film-processing unit and projector. The invention is called the Cinematographe and using it, the Lumières project the motion picture for an audience. NO?

1899—J.S. Thurman patents the motor-driven vacuum cleaner. NO (if you're running from being killed, the last thing you're going to bring is a vacuum cleaner) 

I remember a post listing the sort of jobs there would be in Encanto but I forgot so I’ll just list the ones I know (let me know if I need to add anything.): 

Seamstress/tailor

Embellisher

Field worker 

Teacher (of any kind; music, dance, art, etc)

Woodworker - wood carver

Toy maker

Construction worker

Joining a Local band/ Orchestra - being apart of a choir 

Carpenter 

Metal worker 

Jeweler (though I’m not sure if Jewelery of the diamond/gem kind is common in Encanto)

bladesmith/ knifemaker 

Inventor? (Inventors should exist in Encanto by now…just one other genius besides Mirabel?)

I know some of these are very obvious but I’m just giving people options okay? 

@miracles-and-butterflies you seem to know a lot more about this kind of stuff so if you have anything to add/take away or me to fix please let me know. I tried to search up “When was X invention imported into Colombia” and literally nothing of use comes up. 

[operafantomet]

I was thinking about making a slavegirl costume, most likely in the broadway style. I love what I believe is the German bodices, the detail in those are perhaps my favorite but I feel a little too advanced for me. So I was wondering if you had any advice for someone for a project like this one, as I was making a rough drawing idea for putting this together I was wondering about the belt especially

I would probably claim the US versions are harder than the German ones... Assuming we're talking Christine bodices. Mainly due to the specific design over the bust, the zipper in front, and the functional lacing down the back. But I agree that the belt / rope skirt is probably easier to recreate in the US versions.

Whereas the German ones (as other European versions) feature a fully removeable belt with attached rope skirt - here Robyn North in West End and Anastasia Stojko in Hamburg:

Which means that the whole belt with rope skirt is removed:

The US ones have the belt and rope skirt stay put, but the front with the beading is removeable by velcro and hooks, as seen in Courtney Combs as the Christine double in Las Vegas:

Which means that the rope skirt made of slashed velvet is sewn directly to the bodice, as is the looped golden belt:

As for making the costume (as my computer right now refuse to charge when in use, and is running out of battery...) - do check the tags "costume making" and "hannibal slavegirl" underneath. There's lots of previous similar asks as well as a lot of detailed costume photo closeups to be found there :)

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(🎤) — most popular, (🎸) — personal favorite

other masterlists

LEE SEOKMIN

★ color me crazy (for you)

➥ 2.4k, fluff ➥ you've had a bad day, a bad week, at least you have seokmin there to help you impulsively dye your hair

★ overworked

➥ 2.6k, fluff, ft. platonic!jihoon ➥ seokmin just wants you and jihoon to take a break

★ balancing life

➥ 2.1k, fluff, angst ➥ surprisingly, life and death go hand and hand

boyfie seokmin + face riding (smut)

dilf seokmin x daughter's teacher reader (smut)

boyfriend seokmin x small tits reader (smut)

KIM MINGYU

★ strike a pose

➥ 4.2k, smut, ft. minghao ➥ you’re korea’s top model and today you have a photoshoot with your old college friend, kim mingyu, and the famous fashion designer, xu minghao

★ take care of you

➥ 2.1k, smut ➥ even when you are going on a date, mingyu is there to take care of you

★ lick the bowl clean

➥ 1.5k, fluff ➥ late night baking heals the soul, especially when done with a friend

★ good to be bad

➥ 10.2k, fluff, descendants!au, ft. wonwoo ➥ moving to auradon brings many new things, good and bad

★ a sheep in wolf's clothing 🎤

➥ 7.2k, smut ➥ kim mingyu is the biggest player on campus, so why is he coming to you for sex help

★ work husband

➥ 1.7k, fluff, ft. wonwoo ➥ your two coworkers get a bit too involved in becoming your “work husband”

★ my boyfriend's in a band

➥ 4.2k, fluff, minor angst ➥ there are many things you hate about your boyfriend

★ beach boobs babes 🎤

➥ 1.3k, smut, chubby!big-boobed!reader ➥ mingyu goes to the beach to cool down, but things only heat up

★ ice cream(ed)

➥ 1.8k, smut, chubby!big-boobed!reader ➥ mingyu really does try to be respectful, but it’s hard when you keep teasing him with his two favorite things: food and you

newlywed drabble (flluff)

XU MINGHAO

★ strike a pose

➥ 4.2k, smut, ft. mingyu ➥ you’re korea’s top model and today you have a photoshoot with your old college friend, kim mingyu, and the famous fashion designer, xu minghao

★ opposites attract

➥ 1.8k, smut ➥ you and your best friend could not be anymore different, you two seem to make it work though

★ apple of my eye

➥ 2.4k, fluff, descendants!au ➥ minghao’s arrival to auradon changes your life as you know it, and not just because he’s the son of the woman who poisoned your mother

minghao buying you the moon

BOO SEUNGKWAN

★ caught on camera

➥ 7.9k, smut ➥ being a cam girl is great, that is is until you have to consider your roommate

★ at the top

➥ 2.8k, angst w/ a happy ending ➥ it’s always said that it’s lonely at the top, you just didn’t believe it

★ chicken

➥ 1.9k, smut ➥ the teasing between you and your best friend gets taken a bit too far

VERNON CHWE

★ high and fucked 🎤

➥ 2.8k, smut ➥ hansol is nothing to you but your ex-boyfriend’s roommate, but you still find yourself alone with him while you get high together

★ double fucked

➥ 4.0k, smut, ft. chan ➥ after your ex-boyfriend catches you hooking up his with roommate, he wants in on the fun

★ he was a skater boy

➥ 3.6k, slice of life ➥ your skater boy best friend asks for your help to get with the head of the dance team

★ like a deja vu of heaven

➥ 4.4k, angst ➥ you meet your soulmate in a dream

★ weave your little webs of opacity

➥ 3.4k, fluff, spiderman!au ➥ vernon hates keeping secrets from you, but there's one big one he can't spill

★ the valentine's day date

➥ 2.8k, fluff ➥ the guys are determined to find vernon a date for valentine’s day

★ i like you, do you like me?

➥ 1.4k, fluff ➥ vernon knows you two will be best friends no matter what, so why is it so hard to tell you he likes you?

studio sex ft. jihoon (smut)🎸

vernon + spanking (smut)

reacting to you limping the morning after (smut)

LEE CHAN

★ double fucked

➥ 4.0k, smut, ft. vernon ➥ after your ex-boyfriend catches you hooking up his with roommate, he wants in on the fun

★ concealed zippers

➥ 3.4k, smut ➥ you ask your best friend to zip your dress up

★ friends don't

➥ 3.3k, angst ➥ you and chan are friends, but friends don't do what you do

★ now spit, baby

➥ smau one-shot, smut ➥ you accidently send a meme to the wrong person, fortunately for you it sparks a conversation

★ do not touch

➥ 2.1k, smut ➥ chan loves his friends, he does not love when his friends are all over his girlfriend

★ sweat pumpin', heart thumpin'

➥ 4.0k, smut ➥ when you get horny at rehearsal you want nothing more than to go home and take care of your problem, but you get stopped when chan asks you to run a dance with him, in the end you find a way to help each other out

★ omega envy

➥ 3.2k, smut, a/b/o ➥ chan goes into rut while you two are wrestling and you offer to help him out

warm bodied chan x cold reader (smut)

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WMMAP Novel Vol. 3 (Traditional Chinese)

Interstellar Publishing has announced their translation of WMMAP's novel (Vol. 3)!

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❶ 【Novel】 “Who Made Me A Princess?” Volume 3

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Tailored jackets and pants enhanced with Selleria stitching, passed down from a Roman saddle master in 1925, represent the maison's nearly 100-year heritage. The slashed button decorations, diagonal slits, and rolled ties reflect the charm of the next era. The newly introduced shield-shaped emblem features the FF logo, Pequin stripes, the Roman god Janus symbolizing beginning and end, and the Fendi squirrel. The Fendi squirrel detail is borrowed from a painting given to Adele Casagrande Fendi by her husband, who always described her as 'busy like a squirrel.'

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[asaka-lucy-dr-rc]

苗木くんパーカーが届いたー！！！(届いてすぐハンガーにかけただけの写真なので皺くちゃですみません)

The Makoto Naegi hoodie I ordered has arrived!!! (This photo was taken as soon as it arrived, so it's very wrinkled. Sorry about that!)

買ったのはこれです↓ What I bought is this:

ロングテールパーカーなので後ろの方が長い。 It's a long-tailed hoodie, so the back is longer.

全体的にいいデザインだと思うけど、個人的に購入の決め手になったのがフードのプリントがちゃんと再現されてること。 I think it's a good design overall, but what made me decide to buy it personally was the fact that the print on the hood was reproduced accurately.

あとちゃんとダブルジップになってる。フードと学ランは内側で縫い合わせられてるので脱げない仕様。 It also has a double zipper. The green hoodie and the black school uniform on the outside are sewn together on the inside.

商品説明にある写真の通りの見た目にするにはちゃんとアイロンをかけてあげなきゃだけど、全体的にちゃんと思った通りの商品で良い感じ！ I need to iron it properly to make it look exactly like the photos on the product page, but overall I'm very happy with it!

問題はこれを買ったはいいけど特に着る機会がないことだけですね。笑 The only problem is that I bought it, but I don't have any opportunities to wear it. lol

[chubjoon]

You can('t) call me Idol.

Seokjin knows he shouldn't do this as he is technically forbidden to , but he can't stop himself.

He's been forced to be on a strict diet for an upcoming comeback, but right now with the build up of never ending blend food and stress, the only comfort he’s found was snacks he impulsively bought at the 7/11 in the middle of the night. It was a risky trip, but oh so worth it he thought as he finished his fourth pack of snacks. It's been a while since he felt satiated, and the warm feeling of being full was soothing to all the stress he's been having due to their next comeback.

He patted his stomach and reckoned it had become a small bump now because of all the snacks he ate after his dinner. He didn't think about it too much, it was only a special occasion right now as it has been one of the worst days of these past few weeks.

He threw the packages away in his desk bin and burrowed himself under his covers, sated and relaxed.

But alas, it didn't stop there. He found himself in the same situation the day after, and the day after, and the day after, until it became weeks of night trips to 7/11 to buy more and more snacks. It's even been almost a week and a half since Seokjin started buying fried chicken with all of the rest of the snacks.

As always, he was in his pajamas sitting in his bed gorging on all the snacks he bought. He couldn't count the amount of packages that were surrounding him. He was only keeping his stress at bay right now with every bite he took, now greedily devouring the chicken he bought and savoring it like it was the first time he's ever had it.

He felt sad when he finished everything, not realizing how fast he ate. As usual, he gathered the packages to throw in his bin that's quickly overflowing these days. But everytime he did that, he’d feel how much all he ate weighed his belly down, slowing his movements.

He threw the plastic packages in his bin and then lifted his head towards the door. He just remembered they had some packets of instant ramen left in his pantry.

Quietly, he opened his door to check if anyone was around. Then, he crept up into the kitchen to prepare himself the ramyeon he's now dreaming of. After successfully finishing his cooking, he walked back to his room discreetly but quickly to finally be able to eat it.

He ate the noodles like he didn't just finish eating enough snacks for 4 people, fried chicken and his dinner. He inhaled them with renewed hunger, polishing his bowl quickly and drinking all the soup. He let out a burp without meaning to, laughing to himself as it startled him a bit. He felt his stomach being heavier, and it felt a bit sore. He brushed a hand against it, noticing that his stomach felt way more dome shaped than before, even pushing a bit into his oversized pajamas.

He didn't care because now, he felt warm and sleepy enough to instantly sleep when his head touched the pillow, which he did.

When the time of the comeback came around, he was having some troubles fitting into his designated suit. First, the pants had trouble coming up his legs and mostly his ass, he had to jump in place for the pants to finally cover it.

Seokjin took a peak at the mirror to see what's wrong. Well, it was very clear what was wrong.

He gained weight. And not just a little weight, enough for his belly to push through the open zipper of his pants and hang a bit low. Seokjin brought his hand to it and looked at how his belly filled his palm, jiggling it afterwards. He saw how jiggly his stomach was, not having noticed earlier.

He took a look at his face and saw that it was pretty obvious he's gained some weight. His cheeks were chubbier, and he had a noticeable beginning of a double chin. Under quite a lot of angles, you can see it.

He kept his surprise at bay and tried to button his pants, and after a bit of struggle he was able to. It hurt because it was too tight around his belly but it had to do the job.

He took his button up shirt and put it on, watching how his belly even if contained by his pants was able to push against the shirt. There were gaping holes in between each button and Seokjin didn't know how he would hide that.

He took the blazer and thank the Lord it did exactly what Seokjin wanted. It hid enough for his belly to not be too noticeable.

He sighed in relief and felt a button of his shirt loosened, accompanied with a creaking sound. He looked straight at his reflection in panic, looking to see if anything looked weird. Nothing did.

Well expect all the weight he's gained of course. He turned sideways and saw how thick his belly looked. Why did no one say anything to him?

What weirded him out the most was that he didn't quite mind it. He rubbed his hand on his new found belly and thought that he actually quite liked it. It suits him.

He can only hope he won't get screamed at for gaining weight.

He went all out that night. Bought his usual snacks and McDonald's which he hadn't had in years because of his diets.

He didn't get screamed at for gaining weight, be oh boy did he receive a lot of unflattering comments about his body. It lasted all day, all the time, until Seokjin was able to hide again in his oversized sweatshirt and sweatpants. He sulked the whole time when they were going home, looking outside the car window and keeping quiet to keep his anger from lashing out onto the members who did and said nothing. When they arrived at the dorms, Seokjin went straight up into his room and locked himself inside of it.

He only went out of it hours later during the night to go outside and buy his usual.

It was after his trip to the 7/11 that he saw a McDonald's a little further down the road. He didn't eat dinner so his stomach was rumbling at even the idea of sinking his teeth into a burger right now.

So he went there and, in a fit of hunger, bought two XL meals, a 20 chicken nuggets box and two wraps.

Something he quite regretted now as he was sitting on his bed, back against the headboard, empty wrappings around him, and his second burger in hand. It was the only thing left along with one of his drinks, but he felt so full.

He rubbed his stomach to relieve the dull pain he was feeling from it. He had to finish his food now. Tomorrow it won't be good anymore.

So he pushed through, and with some belly rubs he was able to finish all he bought. He rubbed his stomach a bit longer, looking down at it. It was bulging out, big and round and almost touching his thighs. He lifted his head towards his full length mirror and got an idea.

After a few struggles, he finally got up. He padded sluggishly towards the mirror and he took a hold of it. He carried it for it to be right in front of the foot of his bed, right in front of where he ate his food at night.

After that, he sat at the foot of his bed and looked at his reflection. His belly was pushing against his pajamas, with a hand on his stomach he felt and actually looked big.

He lifted his shirt and slid the hem of his pants until his stomach to get a whole view of his stomach.

It was riddled with stretch marks he didn't pay attention to earlier, slightly red from all the food that helped distend his stomach. He rubbed a hand on it, his belly feeling drum tight. He let out some burps he tried to quieten as much as possible.

He looked at himself rubbing his belly for some time before he got up to look through his closet.

He retrieved a button up shirt and a simple t-shirt, his basics in his wardrobe. He went and stood in front of the mirror again and he took off his pajama top. He took his t-shirt and slid it on, smoothing it down his torso.

It couldn't cover his belly entirely.

Only a centimeter or two wasn't covered by the fabric at the bottom of his belly but seeing him look so big in this t-shirt made Seokjin feel weird. A good kind of weird.

He took his button up and slid it over his t-shirt. He closed all the buttons and admired how tight it looked around his stomach. The gaps between the buttons were bigger than with the button up shirt he was wearing earlier, they looked ready to pop at any moment. He rubbed his hand over his stomach again and suddenly realized that the weird feeling he was having was horniness. That turned him on.

The rest of the night was all the more pleasurable following his new discovery.

A few weeks went by. Their comeback promotions were over and they were finally able to rest.

Since Seokjin was now able to just chill at his apartment alone since their schedule was done for now, this of course made him up the habit he’s begun to have.

He never stopped ever since the day he found out that feeling fat made him horny. Every night he'd eat more and more food, pushing himself and his belly every day. And now, since he could just laze all day…. He decided to up his challenge.

Now everytime he was playing on his computer, he was also emptying a stack of snacks he refueled whenever it was empty, and he always ordered fast food or copious amounts of food for every meal. He'd stuff himself to no end, leaving him a moaning mess at the pain he felt from stretching his stomach so much. But the feeling of his usual baggy pajamas starting to struggle stretching around his thighs as well as his shirt lifting up at every steps he took were worth the struggle.

He kept those habits during their whole break, for a month and a half almost. Tonight was his final night of eating whatever he could before he'd have to go back to the dorms again. So he let himself go.

He bought way more food than he planned initially, all mixes of fried foods, burgers, jjajangmyeon…. All his favorites. He gorged himself on the food like he never did before.

Each bite and swallow he took, he felt his stomach stretch more and more.

The more he ate, the more his small t-shirt was lifting itself slowly over his navel and even upper. His pajamas were tight around his thighs and hips, squishing and emphasizing his love handles more.

Eventually when he was done eating everything, some stains on his shirt and sauce around his lips because of the intensity of his eating. His stomach was aching but it also was pleasantly full. He let out a belch, his stomach begging for space, and he rubbed a hand over his belly.

His stomach was hard and dome shaped, it sat on his legs a bit. He tried to pull down his shirt but it was to no avail. He looked down at his stretched belly, patting it with his hands. He looked around at all the wrappers and packagings around him too and thought This is where I belong.

This was not going to be the last time.

He wanted to get bigger. So much bigger. So huge that sitting and eating all day was all he would be able to do.

So he started off with mixing himself weight gain shakes everyday, to drink all day along with his meals. Meals which he upped in size too.

With an average of 7000 calories per day and with his broken metabolism, his weight was bound to up even more rapidly than before.

When he was dressing up for a dance practice, as he was putting on a pair of sweatpants that he hasn't worn in a while, he noticed how hard it was to slip on. He had to pull really hard to get it fully on.

He grabbed the matching sweatshirt and put it on too. As much as he tried, the sweatshirt had a hard time covering his entire belly.

He looked in a mirror and got hit by his own reflection. He looked so fat.

His thighs and arms looked like sausage casings ready to burst out of the piece of clothing. His belly was hanging so low it was almost impossible for the sweatshirt to cover it, and it was warping the hem of his pants. His sweatshirt was skin tight, showing the rolls of his double belly and his small moobs that were forming.

He was so fat it was hard for him to fit in his mirror even. It was turning him on so much, he hesitated on if he should have a quick wank session before going to the dance practice. But he wouldn't have time.

He looked around and his eyes landed on his 1.5 liter bottle. Everyday now, he cut his weight gain shakes in half, drinking one half directly after making it and keeping the other in his bottle. He took it, opened the cap and drank from it.

Now, the bottle was full. But within a few seconds Seokjin was downing the last drops of it, rubbing his stomach at the same time. He put the empty bottle away and looked at his reflection again.

He looked so massive. He looked like a pig. He put his arms around his belly and shook it. It was such a bliss.

But alas, he got to go. He'll enjoy it more that night.

Seokjin regretted coming to the dance practice. After only one try at the choreo, he had to sit down with his back against the wall opposite to the mirror. He was out of breath and sweatier than he's never been after one rep. He closed his eyes for a second, fanning himself with his hand as he adjusted the hem of his sweater that rode up when he sat. He wiped his forehead with his sleeve, struggling to regain a steady breath. Dancing hadn't been so strenuous since he started this career.

After a beat, he opened his eyes back again. He stared straight at his reflection and oh.

He had sat with his legs spread out and his belly was making itself home between them. It looked so big in his small sweatshirt that was stretching out to accommodate its size. He was red in the face from the exercise but also out of fluster. He discreetly landed a hand on his belly, feeling up its weight and density. It's there now and it's not going to go away easily.

Jungkook appeared out of nowhere, making Seokjin jump out of his skin. The younger was unphased as he thrusted his hand towards him.

“Come on I'll help you up” he suggested. Nothing in his demeanor seemed to show that he had any clue of what was happening inside Seokjin's head. The older gladly took his hand, he knew it would've been an embarrassing show if he were to get up by himself right now.

Jungkook pulled him up, but not without issue. He was visibly surprised at how heavy Seokjin was, despite it being evident by his current appearance. Nevertheless, he got the older up with a grunt.

“Jeez hyung, you really let yourself go, huh?” he said without any mirth. He sent Seokjin a playful bunny smile before patting his belly two times and turning away towards Jimin to bother him.

Seokjin stood there, suddenly shy at the remark and the gesture. They'd never said anything about his weight until now, so that came out as a surprise.

They all went back to their placement in the choreography but Seokjin hadn't quite recovered from the first rehearsal. And the second time wasn't better.

His belly couldn't help but peak from under his top during the majority of the dance. At first he tried to stop the hem from rising but he quickly gave up as it wasn't his main problem now.

He was struggling to keep up with his new gained weight. He had a hard time accommodating the fact that he took up more space now and that every part of his belly will obviously jiggle and move at every step. But the strain of having to move his heavier thighs, stomach, arms, it felt harder than a workout. He was hot, sweating like crazy, and deeply regretted his choice of coming here. He should've said he was sick.

At the end of it, he spotted a chair near the water bottles and he plopped himself on it, hearing it creak loudly in response. He grabbed a water bottle and downed more than half of it in one go.

“You're having a hard time keeping up huh?” Hoseok said while approaching him. Seokjin usually was scared of Hoseok’s feedback during rehearsals but the other man showed a gentle smile at him with no reproach. “Bet it's harder now with all the…” he seemed to hesitate on his use of words. “Additional struggles. But you'll get there. Even if you don't, we'll be here. Keep doing what you're doing if that makes you happy” he said, ending his phrase quite timidly before going away.

It was strange. Seokjin didn't know how to take what he just got told. Keep doing what you're doing if that makes you happy, was he referring to his obvious overeating and all the weight he's been gaining in so little time?

He didn't get time to ponder on about it too much though.

Out of nowhere, he was stopped by one of the staff members. Seokjin looked at them a bit confused before they told him he was expected to attend a meeting right now down the hall. He was told it was an emergency so, he went.

He thought he was the only called on but apparently Namjoon too, seeing as the younger was following him too. Seokjin looked at him and the other looked back with a shrug and confusion on his face. Seokjin shrugged too but he felt like he knows what it was going to be about.

He kept the hem of his sweatshirt down with his fingers as he walked, the fat of his belly wobbling so much that it was lifting his sweatshirt at every step.

A few minutes after they entered and settled themselves in the meeting room, they finally got told what was up, in a rather blunt way.

“Seokjin, we're not going to blabber for hours, let's go straight to the point. You've gotten fat and we're not going to accept that. We put you through diets that you're obviously not following, are you even conscious about what you're doing? We have to put a stop to this” their manager said.

Namjoon spoke before Seokjin could say anything.

“What are you implying?” the younger said sternly. Seokjin looked at him and saw how tense and angry he was becoming for some reason.

“He has to go on a hiatus until it's fixed.” their manager responded, almost frustrated. “He can't participate in any group activities until he's back to be properly fit for his image”

“Fit for his image?” Namjoon repeated, clearly upset. “I don't see why you're excluding him over something so trivial as weight. He still can do what any other idol can do, it's just ridiculous to put him on a hiatus for that.”

“Namjoon you saw how much he was struggling to keep up with the dance earlier. And it's not even in the hardest ones that you all have. Plus, it's just not acceptable to have a pig amongst the most looked up idols in the industry”

After that, Namjoon became angrier, but it didn't fix anything. They were set on their decision and the meeting ended in defeat for them. Seokjin had to go on hiatus.

He hadn't said a thing during the meeting, because he wasn't that surprised it happened. As he was glad in a way to have a sort of break, he was sad that he'll be the only one. He'll be mostly alone from now on, and the fact that he was also just rejected from the group kinda hurt. What was said about him hurt the most though. He felt a hand on his shoulder and looked up.

“I promise this is not over hyung. I'll keep fighting for you” Namjoon said, looking straight into his eyes. Seokjin smiled a bit at him.

“Thank you, best leader.” he said in a light tone, making Namjoon huff a laugh for the first time today.

They had to separate at the practice room, since it was soon going to be recorded Seokjin shouldn't be there now. Namjoon patted his shoulder again and said he'll go home as soon as they're done.

That's something that always happened between them, like they could read into each other's mind. The younger knew that Seokjin couldn't handle being alone well when it was imposed like that. The older felt his heart melt when Namjoon told him that.

He then went home to their dorms, alone. The house was so silent it felt weird, and Seokjin didn't quite like that.

He walked slowly to the bathroom and straight up took their scale to weigh himself for the first time in a while.

He stepped on it and had to lean forward a bit to be able to look at the numbers on it over his belly.

247.3 it read.

He had gained so much in so little time, he really wasn't surprised by his predicament. He was a bit disappointed but now he was also starting to get turned on again.

He knew that incessant diets could break someone's metabolism but it still was a lot of weight gain in such little time that he was almost impressed

[theghostparty]

Roméo et Juliette: de la Haine à l'Amour - Redesign - 2024

To understand my completely unnecessary desire to redesign a musical that is over twenty years old, you have to understand that Romeo et Juliette is my Roman Empire. Long explanation under the break.

I wanted this design to be an homage in the silliest way possible.

I really leant into the sensibilities of original costume designer Dominique Borg, who used contemporary colour and technique and applied it to historical (or pseudo-historical) silhouettes.

Broadly, I wanted the Montagues to feel English in their shapes--Elizabethan doublets, high necklines, and ruffs, in homage to Shakespeare and the source text. They're all leather, denim, silver hardware--a little bit punk with status.

The Capulets would be deeply Italian Renaissance in their silhouettes, in reference to the setting of the play. They're all velvets, lace, chiffon, satins, and gold hardware--giving them an airiness of the Mediterranean while still allowing some drape here and there.

I wanted each family to have a slightly more broad palette than most versions afford them--which is why the Montagues have a smattering of green and magenta while the Capulets play with some soft yellows and lavenders.

The ball scene is largely Arthurian in inspiration--just because I took the idea of "what would the 1500s consider vintage and costume-y in the same way we think of the Victorian era" and ran away with it. There's also some silly Y2K nonsense because I rewatched the "On dit dans la rue" music video and thought "What if the Capulets threw this big Arthurian affair with full elegance and the Montagues cobbled together some gay club outfits circa 1998 fits out of a suit of armour."

FINALLY, I wanted Roméo and Juliette to take on elements of each other's family's style and colours for the end of the play--because to be loved is to be changed.

So here is a breakdown of my choices for each of the looks.

Un Jour: Here we see Roméo in his base look. It's a two-tone patent leather double with multiple zipper details. The peplum is criss-crossed zippers. The wings over the shoulder seams are edged with zipper teeth. The ruff detail at the neckline is also edged with zipper teeth. He has along zipper across the front of his boot like he's trying to be the next Sailor Moon. I don't know y'all. I went a little feral with trying to figure out all the places I could put zippers in.

Juliette is the most juvenile looking in Un Jour. I imagine that in this scene, she's being dressed by her family instead of her own volition.

She's in an asymmetrical, empire-waisted gown that is likely a brocaded or printed silk. Her chemise is a sheer lavender georgette or chiffon that peaks through the lacing at the shoulders and along the upper arms. She has a velvet choker and velvet belt and a heavily stoned velvet headband. Her hairstyling (it would have to be a wig, it would be NUTS to not make this a wig) is an homage to the open-weave Juliet caps that were similar to nets worn in the period on hair. Italy was, fun fact, one of the few countries where women didn't cover their hair during the renaissance.

L'amour heureux: As I explained above, Roméo's outfit is so silly. The wrap around glasses. The one arm of armour. The sheer, stoned period shirt. The gold brocade on the trousers. The pearl earring. The many, unnecessary belts. Bless this mess. It's also a cheeky little nod to Baz Lurhmann's Romeo + Juliet.

Juliette is, ostensibly, cosplaying as Guinevere or Lady Macbeth or Ophelia or any number of Middle Ages women. The ball is the Capulet's opportunity to really sell their daughter as marriage material so I wanted the look to feel bridal, hence the veil. I wanted to give reference to exaggerated surcote sleeves without actually doing them, hence the sleeve-into-glove and bow detailing with trails down to the floor. There is also a hint of yellow chemise underneath, which is actually just her Le balcon look underdressed for ease of the quick change (yes, I did think about this.) The dress is velvet with one panel of lace in-set into the underskirt. The bows are satin-face organza.

Le balcon: Romeo would change into his base again (during Le Poète). Juliette is in a simple yet totally impractical sheer chemise + slip combo. I wanted this soft yellow for this sequence because I always think about the lines "O she doth teach the torches to burn bright!" and "But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?/It is the east and Juliet is the sun" when it comes to describing her. The chemise would likely be a chiffon, while the slip would be silk.

Aimer: I say this with my whole chest--I hate how they changed the palette for Aimer in the 2010 production. I want my lovers soft and angelic and matching in this moment of union. Here we see a bit more of Romeo's lace shirt--his sleeves are laced like Juliette's in the first look. His doublet, trouser, boot combo are off-white leather in homage to the original production. Juliette's dress has a similar train length to her ball look (again, bridal) and we see the neckline creep up into a ruff (Elizabethan, rather than Italian). Lots of sheer net and lace with cream bridal satin as a skirt. Tiered sleeves. A little circlet on her head.

Le poison: Honestly? Just wanted her to have another outfit change before her death dress as a transitional choice. There's so much more of the purple in this look because it's going to take us into the blue elements of the final dress.

La mort de Roméo/Juliette: Again. To be loved is to be changed. Juliette has a dropped waistline, a high neckline and ruff, and a heart shaped cut-out detail (see: boob window). She's straight up in blue, and all the sweet and soft pinks of her youth are gone. Romeo has lost his high neckline, ruff, wins, and peplum in favour of a shorter Italian silhouette. He's asymmetrical (a call-back to Juliette's asymmetry) and all the edging detail is done in red. Mantua as a setting is patchworked, torn, and dirty, so I imagine the doublet is pieced together from scraps of jersey (so it's drippy and sad and hangs off him in a lovely manner).

[dogdenhoarde]

Redesigns of the Schizophrenia and AvPD plushie dreadfuls

On Schizophrenia "V3":

I feel like the V2 redesign is a very safe and plain design to do. The first one is obviously flawed but it was also very unique and there are elements to it I think could be taken and reused or adjusted as opposed to making just, a pastel bun with some funny eyes and some squiggles?

I based the design in part off of this schizospec flag as I couldn't find a schizophrenia-specific flag (do we even have one?). I feel like the symbol is widely recognized enough by schizospec people that it's usable for a dreadful. I have no idea the significance of the squiggles on the original dreadfuls designs, but I liked the symbols on the feetsies and the "word salad" mini-buns, so I kept all that but changed the buns to "disorganized speech" (featuring scattered letters) and "disorganized thought" (featuring winding traintracks) as I feel those are a more universal schizophrenic experience as opposed to specifically word salad. I kept the split on the head as in the V1 design as the "split mind" meaning of schizophrenia I feel is inoffensive enough (split between self and reality, between reality and perception, etc etc), and it doubles now also as the zipper for the mini-bun storage. I like V1's smile I think he's cute so our V3 can be a little smiley too

On AvPD "V2":

Girl what is this /lh. The AvPD bun is in desperate desperate need of a redesign so here's my pass. Based off of the AvPD flag by avpdvoidspace. I liked the hoodie on the original so I keeept iiiit, otherwise I feel the design is simple enough and I don't have much input on any symbolism or anything, besides the face sort of mimicking a mask as, AvPD friends back me up, a lot of the outward expression is masking. You gotta mask to live basically.

I thought about giving a pull-on mask to the Schizo V3 bun that sort of looked like the V1's face but I couldn't find a good enough reason for it so whatever.