#I just love costumes and clothing so much

[papaya-twinks]

lando x reader where they go to a halloween party with matching costumes because they are going to pretend they are dating (they agreed to do this because an old schoolmate of the reader, who was in love with her, would be at the party and he used to be strange with her, kind of stalker)

The problem is that the reader can't stand Lando because she finds him very childish and immature, but he was the only one in her group of friends available to accompany her. What she doesn't know is that Lando has always been in love with her, but after he realized that she didn't like him that much, he started to irritate and provoke her as a way of not getting closer to her and ending up falling in love even more.

That night Lando can't hold back and ends up kissing the reader and fight with himself to not take things further but it ends up being too late since the reader gets turned on

spooky - l.n

Warnings: Angst, swearing, arguing, smut, 18+

Pairing: Lando Norris x fem!reader

A/N - spoky

You’d basically begged everyone in your friend group to go to the Halloween party with you, as you were dressed as Harley Quinn, and you needed a Joker. But every single time, you were met with a silly ‘no’. Except finally, you were forced to be with Lando.

And you couldn’t deny he looked downright hot with the white paint smeared on his face, the red paint done messily and his curls squeezed with green dye. Wow, he looked good. And you definitely saw how his gaze lingered on your half-exposed cleavage in the classic shirt.

“Couldn’t think of anything more unique?” he asked as he walked into the house beside you. “You agreed to it, Norris,” you pointed out, rolling your eyes as Lando swallowed down a snarky remark. “At least I’m not flashing everyone my tits,” he muttered under his breath.

“Excuse me?” you gasped, your eyes wide. You weren’t doing anything even remotely close to flashing your tits to anyone as Lando smirked and rolled his eyes. “Just shut up and be a good girl,” he flicked your chest gently, to the classic Harley Quinn line of ‘Daddy’s Lil Monster’.

You pushed down the small moan as you carried on with the party. And you did enjoy yourself, when suddenly, Lando pulled you up the stairs, ignoring the various couples making out on the stairs, as he pushed you into a room and shut the door.

“Can you not grind on every guy you see?” he asked, sensing you were drunk as you rolled your eyes. “I’m not,” you said, “let me hwve my fun,”. Lando was growing frustrated.

“I’m not, not letting you have fun,” Lando growled, “you just don’t need to be doing that with every guy!”. You groaned, pupils dilated as he began his lecture. “I’m not doing it with every guy, I’m sorry you’re such a loser of a guy, that all you do is-,”.

You were cut off promptly by Lando’s lips crashing to yours. “All I do is what, hm?” he asked, eyes narrowed, “I can fuck the shit out of you, is what I can do,” he ran a hand through his now green curls. You didn’t even protest.

“Shit,” you cursed as Lando pressed the throbbing tip of his cock to your covered clit, rubbing slowly, leaking the pre-cum over your outfit. You didn’t care, too focused and desperate for the man on top of you as you whined, clawing to strip your clothes off.

“Someone’s a little needy,” Lando sighed, pulling you under him by your thighs, one hand holding your chest down. “F-Fuck,” you gasped, his hips immediately snapping into yours. A thin layer of sweat lined Lando’s face, the white paint of his face dripping sown but he didn’t care. You were his priority.

He could feel you were close as you clenched round him, your moans loud and unfiltered as he pivoted into you, angling so his cock slammed into your g-spot every time. And just as you were about to cum…he pulled out. “I’m not having some little bitch act like a brat and then get to cum,” he said simply, walking out.

This man was gonna make you fucking beg.

[pervydollfemme]

i can't wait til i'm finally a trophy wife for my butch <3

going out shopping while he works, from domestic things like groceries to new clothes for myself. decorating our house for holidays; hanging ornaments and lights on a christmas tree, putting pumpkins and spooky string lights on our porch for halloween (and handing out candy to the neighborhood kids in matching costumes). gardening and planting flowers, making sure our house looks welcoming inside and out. going to get my nails and hair done so i always look pretty for him, kissing all over his face when he calls me his beautiful princess, leaving lipgloss or lipstick marks behind.

making him breakfast and packing him a handmade lunch every morning in a silk nightgown and feathered robe, kissing him at his car before he leaves for work (and sometimes getting pinned against it because i look so good - so tempting - our kiss getting heated, going on for a little too long, flushed and breathless when we part. maybe he'd even cup my pussy in his hand, nipping at my neck and whispering about finishing this later). greeting him at the door when he gets home, wrapping him up in a hug and telling him how much i missed him.

sitting on his lap while we talk about our days, his arm wrapped around my waist and hand resting comfortably on my thigh. him telling me about the things he did at work, me telling him about the things i did that day. eating dinner together that way, swinging my legs happily and giggling when he tries to feed me food. domestic weekends together, sometimes staying in and cuddling in bed or on the couch while we watch tv and ordering in; sometimes going out for the day, shopping and going out to eat, him carrying my bags and watching me ramble with hearts in his eyes.

and some less-than-wholesome things, too...

like the hand on my thigh while we're talking at dinner slowly moving higher and higher up until it's under my skirt, pressing against my clit through my panties. rubbing in firm circles while i try my best to keep telling him about my day, my words slowly changing from stuttering to nothing coherent at all, only whining and whimpering, a wet patch spreading across my panties while i start grinding desperately against his fingers. spending the rest of the night spread out on his cock, crying as i'm pounded into the mattress and overstimulated with a vibrator against my clit. so exhausted that i fall asleep with his cock inside me, waking up the next morning sore but sated.

or a sweet weekend at home turning into gentle sex, him fingering me while whatever we were watching plays on in the background. whining and clenching around his fingers when he tells me to keep watching, that i don't want to miss anything, even though my eyes are so teary i can barely see what's going on. maybe even morning sex before he leaves for work because i looked so good he just couldn't help himself, eating me out on the counter until i'm sobbing and begging, holding on to anything i can reach around me for dear life, my thighs tight and shaking around his head.

just!! being his pretty, stay-at-home femme!! his trophy wife who he loves showing off to his coworkers, but isn't afraid to snap at possessively when they show even a small hint of interest in me!! being his forever!! his ring on my finger, his marks on my body, covered in the things he bought for me!! 🥹

[ladykailitha]

Hellfire Exotic Club Part 4

Yay! This story is really moving along and were getting to all sorts of plots coming up for you.

With any luck I'll finish Secret Tunnel (aka the Game Show AU) and then just so it goes up and you can read it before the end of the time, I'll be doing a one time posting on Tuesdays.

"A Love Connection" coming to your screens this Tuesday!

It looks like it will be about 7 chapters and lot of fun. So stay tuned for that.

In this we Steve making waves and Jeff having a heart to heart with his best friend.

Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3

~

It was Saturday night and Chrissy and Steve were debuting their fallen angels. Eventually they were going to get color change outfits made up so that they were white when dry and red when wet. So that by the end of their dance, they’ll be devils.

Eddie was so thrilled by the idea that he ordered a couple of different outfits for them so they didn’t always have to wear the same outfit every week.

What they wore as Samael and Eve weren’t anything like their Sins, Satan and Lilith. Steve was having his own outfit made, so for now he was merely wearing the very held on together with too many pins outfit of the former Envy. Bill was much broader than Steve and his out was meant to be tight.

When he first tied them on he looked ridiculous. Steve refused to wear the cowboy hat that went with it because one, it was hideous; two, he had no way of knowing anything about Billy’s hair care or lack thereof to be considered safe; and three, because Steve was a vain ass bitch and refused to cover his hair for anyone.

So until their costumes came, Steve and Chrissy were just wearing skimpy white outfits that they removed during their dance.

It featured Samael and Eve being tempted by Lucifer into falling. It was sexy as hell and Eddie didn’t mind getting to dance with them both.

After all, Eddie was bisexual and both Chrissy and Steve were amazing dancers. Steve wore wings that by the end of their dance, Eddie had ripped off. Eve and her apple. Turning into the gluttonous Lilith, having tasted temptation and wanting to devour it all.

Then it was Eddie’s turn with the hour in the spotlight and he began with his guitar. He played like a rockstar and as he played and screamed his heart out, the clothes came off until there was nothing between him and his sweetheart.

Then he would set the guitar aside dance in just his boots, bumping and grinding for the crowd and all their hard earned money, now his.

Everyone was thrilled with how well the angels dance went down. Well, almost.

Eddie was putting the club’s take of the money into the strong box that would then be locked in his safe in the floor when he got a knock on his office door.

He looked up from his count. “Stella! Come on in. Have a seat. What can I do you for?”

She moved with all the deadly grace of cobra.

“That was a pretty impressive dance tonight,” she hummed non-committedly. “You and Chrissy and the new guy.”

Eddie was a smart man. He gotten to where he was based on that and his good instincts. And both were screaming Stella was in fact not impressed.

“It feels good to shake things up a bit,” he hedged. He wasn’t sure what her complaint was. That Steve and Chrissy got ‘extra time’? That Eddie was playing favorites? That they were a trio instead of duo or single like they usually were?

“We aren’t called Heaven and Hellfire Club, Eddie,” Stella huffed. “There’s shaking things up and then there’s throwing the baby out with the bathwater.”

Ah. The Heaven theme. “A lot of the demons in hell were fallen angels. Lucifer, Samael, Abbadon, Rosier and several others. We’re just tapping into the more Judaic and Islamic mythos instead of relying on the Christian one.”

She pursed her lips and Eddie could feel a storm brewing.

“We’ll see how it goes,” Eddie continued, cutting her off before she could build up steam. “If people don’t like it, we’ll stop. But at least for tonight, we pulled in good money for that dance.”

Stella nodded primly. “You’re right, Eddie. We’ll see.”

Like that wasn’t ominous as fuck.

~

Steve didn’t feel as nervous tonight as he had last week. He had had more time with the dance and he felt more confident in his skin. He knew by now that not everyone stripped, but he wanted to try a little tease tonight to see how that went over.

He leaned over the stool in the middle of the stage and waited for the lights to come on. This was his favorite moment even when he was back doing ballet. He loved the beat between the spotlight being off and then on.

That moment of hushed silence as the crowd takes in a collective breath in anticipation. Waiting.

Waiting.

Bam!

The lights came on and Steve snapped up his head. He pulled his body over the stool and straddled it. He ran his fingers over his body and looked back into the crowd with a pout.

Half way through his hour of dancing, he looked over his shoulder at the crowd and slowly unzipped his corset and then pushed it down his body, as money flew through the air.

Yep. That would certainly do the trick. He turned around and dipped down low, spreading his legs. He bounced right back up. He spun and then did the splits, slowly sinking to the floor. He brought his legs back together and arched his back, leaning on his hands. He laid completely flat and undulated his body. He sat back up and tucked his legs under him.

He crawled toward the front of the stage where there were men and women alike waving fists of cash at him. He let them tuck the bills wherever it would fit and then stood back up.

He finished his dance back on the stool and turned away from the audience. He looked over his shoulder again and winked.

~

Eddie was going to go feral. This was it, the end of his sanity. It had slowly been ebbing away for years but this?

This destroyed the last tether he had to reason. He didn’t drink on the clock. Because he knew the second he got drunk some catastrophe would happen that he would need to be sober for and he’d fuck the whole thing up.

But god, did Steve’s little wink at the end make him want to start with one end of the bar and go all the way down, drinking everything he could get his hands on.

How his hands managed not to shake when he handed Steve his cut of the night’s earnings, he’ll never know. But he even got in a sincere smile while he was at it.

He quietly put the money in the lockbox to be combined with Saturday’s take and taken to the bank first thing in the morning. He locked up his office and went out front to wait for the cleaners. When he got out to the bar, he saw Jeff waiting for him.

That brought him up short. If he was expecting anyone to stay for a chat it would have been Chrissy or Gareth. Jeff pulled out a bottle whiskey and poured them each a glass before sitting down. He patted the stool next to him.

“Come on,” he murmured gently. “I’m not gonna bite you.”

Eddie scoffed and did as he was told. This was bound to be a better conversation then the ones he had with Stella and Steve. At least this time there was booze involved. He picked up the glass and swirled the liquid around before taking a long drink.

“You did good bringing him in,” Jeff started. “More people are coming in then they were before and tips for everyone have gone up.”

Eddie looked over at his best friend and then cocked his head to the side with a half shrug. “I was about ready to go drown my sorrows and give up finding anyone who could replace Billy. Because, yeah for all we brandy about him being stereotypical, he got warm bodies into the club every Sunday night.”

“He certainly could out Magic Mike even the best of strippers,” Jeff agreed. “Too bad his personality was shit and he couldn’t keep his dick in his pants off the stage.”

Eddie drained the rest of his glass and poured himself another. He turned in the stool to face Jeff. “See that’s the part I don’t understand. Why would he sleep around with married women? Especially high profile married women? Because that was just asking for trouble.”

“Because it’s not about sex,” Jeff said with a shrug. “It’s about power. He could have sex with any woman he wanted so he went for the ones in power so that he could control them. Dude was a class A asshole.”

“That’s true,” Eddie scoffed. “But no, I’m glad Steve is settling in. Since Scott’s been helping him learn the moves, he’s been picking them up faster and even adding his own moves.”

“When you got him in to see Ellie?” he asked downing his drink. “Because if he was in a costume that actually fucking fit, he’d be bringing in even bigger numbers.”

Eddie winced. He loved Ellie. She did all the costumes for the club and was always happy to make him new ones. Hell, she was super excited to do the costumes for the fairy tale night. But he was having a hard time getting Steve and her together in the same room because of how wildly different their schedules were. He really wasn’t thinking about that when he gave Steve his schedule.

“I’m working on it,” he muttered darkly. “She’s already slammed with some of the extra work we sent her. I don’t know what Steve does on his days off, but he’s been super busy so it’s hard to get the two of them in the same room.”

“Just have her show up to one of the shows,” Jeff said, “and have her take the measurements between him shaking his assets.”

Eddie snorted. “She likes making our costumes but she passes on the actual show.”

“She’d be in the back in the dressing rooms,” Jeff huffed. “Because he needs to get costumes that fit his style. Hell, he needs to dance his style. The envy dance was great for pole, but Steve barely touches the damn thing. Which considering his past experience is a little weird, but that’s not here or there. He needs to be able to branch out.”

“Would you tell that to Stella, please?” Eddie growled. “She’s already been on my ass about the angel thing. She’s trying to clip his wings before he even gets them.”

Jeff poured them both another glass. Eddie raised an eyebrow. He didn’t usually have more than two. “Don’t worry, I’ve got Uber on standby, but I think we both need this right now. But to answer your question, some people just don’t like change. Especially since she is one of the last vestiges of the KitCat Kitty Club. Her and a couple of the backup dancers. When they saw Billy get fired, suddenly they got very afraid for their jobs.”

“Yeah, okay,” Eddie said, playing with his glass and really not drinking it. Around them the cleaners were getting to work. They were used to Eddie having a drink with one of his friends and just did that section last.

“You just have show them you understand where they’re coming from,” Jeff said, “without letting them push you over. You’re boss after all.”

Eddie glared at him. “And how do you suppose I do that, pray tell?”

“I don’t know,” Jeff said waving his hand. “Fly casually.” He snorted when Eddie hit his arm. “Look, man I don’t know. I’m just a dancer. I shake my ass and I get paid for it. You’re the real brains of this place. You took it to new heights when it should have failed. You brought in some of the best dancers this town has ever seen by the sheer grace of just being friends with them. I don’t know why you’re asking me for advice.”

Eddie buried his head in hands. He sat like that for a moment and then drank all the whiskey in his glass in one gulp. He put his head on the bar and thunked it a couple of times. He was good at this. He could do this.

“I can handle this,” he said waving his hands at the bar. “What I can’t handle is how hot Steve is. Like what the hell?”

Jeff threw his head back and laughed. “Can’t help you with that one, man. I’m straight.”

“God, I wish I was straight or gay instead of the bisexual disaster that I am.”

Jeff put his arm around his shoulders. “People still think you and Chrissy are still an item?”

He nodded morosely and then laid his head on his arms on the bar. He turned his head to look at Jeff. “I can’t beat the allegations even with my personal no dating staff rule.”

“Maybe they just want you to be happy,” he said, finishing his drink and setting the glass behind the bar for the crew to clean up.

“It’s just she’s not out as a lesbian,” Eddie whispered, “and I worry she’s going to be pushed into revealing something she’s not ready to yet.”

“So take a night off once and awhile and date, man,” Jeff huffed. “You give everyone at least one night off, two if you can swing it. But when was the last time you stepped into a club that you didn’t own?”

Eddie scoffed. “Probably never.”

“You have me and Chrissy to help you run this place,” Jeff reminded him. “Take a day off, rest. Hell, go visit your uncle. I bet that bastard misses your scaly ass.”

Eddie shook his head and finished his third glass. “I should. I call him all the time, but it would be good to see him too.”

“I think you’ve had your head so wrapped around this club,” Jeff said, “that you forgot to be someone other than ‘boss’.”

Eddie let out a slow shuddering breath as he pushed away from the bar. “Thanks, Jeffy. I owe you.”

Jeff laughed. “You don’t owe me shit. I love my job and I know there would be no other place in or out of this fucking state that would take a black man as a headlining stripper, let alone one looking like me.”

“Which is a damn shame,” Eddie replied. “Let’s find that Uber of yours and go home.”

Jeff laughed. “You’ve become such a fucking lightweight.”

Eddie pushed him and then wrestled and tussled as they exited the bar.

In the back of the bar one of the cleaners watched them go with a furrowed brow.

~

And don't worry, I haven't forgotten our little cleaner, they'll make an appearance later. ;)

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[catsrwitches]

I love how clearly in ofmd clothes and identity are closely linked and I’ve been thinking about how so far the only times we see Ed being himself he’s always wearing someone else’s clothes. 

And while yes, Stede makes him comfortable enough to let Ed’s true self peek through his mask even when he's still wearing Blackbeard's clothes, there's a limit to how much he can be himself while effectively wearing a costume and impersonating a fictionalized version of himself. Honorable mention to the purple shirt though, the color we know symbolizes his feelings for Stede and possibly the most of Ed we see while he's still somewhat Blackbeard. (By the way, I find it so telling that the first time we see him without his jacket is off the ship and in front of only Stede and Lucius)

The leathers we see him in for almost the entirety of both s1 and s2 are the physical representation of Blackbeard, a persona Ed literally puts on every morning. We even see Ed kill Blackbeard by throwing the clothes overboard when he finally feels safe enough to be only Ed. I feel like it's only at the very end of season 2, after he fishes the clothes back from the sea, that there's a clear distinction between the two identities and he can effectively channel Blackbeard to protect his loved ones without losing Ed in the process.

The first time we see Ed consider the possibility of living as his true self is at the end of season 1 at the privateering academy while wearing clothes that were given to him. And again, back on the ship when he tries to build the confidence to be just Ed before Izzy takes that away from him he's wearing Stede’s red robe. 

The same happens in season 2. After throwing Blackbeard overboard we see him briefly in another one of Stede's robes before changing into Buttons' clothes. 

That's why one among the many things I’d love to see in s3 is Ed in a bunch of outfits that truly represent him now that he has the liberty to explore what's like to just be Ed. Both because that would allow us to get to know Ed even better and because I just know his fits would go hard.

We know he loves fine fabrics, but the only times we see him wearing fancy clothes is again to put on a persona and perform as someone else (Stede and Jeff). And we know he loves accessories, we see him wearing multiple necklaces in both seasons, he always wears rings, and we even see him in dangly earrings. Not to mention of course the seed pearls necklace he wears throughout s2. Even in the gravy basket his subconscious self dresses up a little during his skit as an innkeeper by pinning his hair up and sticking an improvised boutonnière to his shirt. 

tl;dr please let us get a season 3 so we can see Ed rock a bunch of cool outfits

[batsclass101-blog]

Brick On the Head - Part 3

—————

It had been three weeks since Tim had debuted as Kea and none of the family had caught him yet. Both Oracle and Kea gloated at the development, it was nice to have a leg up on the rest of the bats.

Tim hadn’t realized just how much he missed regular patrol until he was back at it. He took to the streets as soon as the sun went down and engaged in frequent bat stalking on the slow nights. Yes, he was loving his life.

Unfortunately the growth pains returned with a vengeance and it was making patrol difficult. Kea shifted from his position on the roof of an old factory. He needed a good stretch, a hot bath and a full fridge of food. A frown tugged at his lips as he glanced at the sleeves of his costume…

“Come onnnnn. Two inches too short already.” Tim frowned deeper. “Alfred is going to notice… and bench me again.” He scowled in the dark and popped his back.

The night had been relatively quiet, only a couple muggings and one bank heist. He glanced at the time and grimaced as deep aches wracked his body. Never had his bed called more loudly.

“O, I’m headed in for the night.” Even his even tone sounded achy. He grappled off the building and found his bike.

“Early night. You good K?”

“Another growth spurt. I’m going to have to get the suit adjusted again…”

“Again?”

“Yeh… Alfred is gonna bench me probably.”

“Sounds like you might need it, Bat-giant. Maybe we should call you big bird?”

“Real funny, O.” Tim rolled his eyes and sped off towards the manor.

“You know NW is going to use that one.”

“Well, it all depends on when he takes notice at how big I’ve grown… I need all new clothes but I’ve been too busy.” His voice grew to a grumble.

“What about grabbing some of Jason’s clothes?”

“Not a chance, they’re too short. I’ll just have to bite the bullet and ask Alfred for help. I’m too tired to go shopping.”

“Well, get some rest Kea. Signing off.”

————

It had taken him two more weeks of dodging everyone before he’d approached Alfred. Alfred had took one look at Tim and his uniform once he’d fessed up and had returned him to light duty… and contacted Dr. Thompkins. Tim knew better than to voice his irritation… but he was definitely irritated. She’d told him that this should be the last of his growth spurts. Relief had flooded him at the announcement.

“So I’m done?”

“As far as I can tell.” She eyed his chart and then looked him over. “But at 6 foot 10 I’m going to insist you up your calorie intake. You’re far under the weight needed for your frame.” She examined his arm muscles carefully. “Your muscle tone and structure has shifted as well. You’ve bulked up some. However, you should be much heavier and be intaking more calories. I’ve already talked to Alfred and I expect significant weight gain and new muscle definition.”

Tim simply stared and nodded his head. He’d gone from one of the shortest bats to the tallest. No longer could his older brothers or father dwarf him. The only downside was adjusting his fighting style a little. He considered how intimidating his new height would be and how he could use it against criminals… Mostly though he thought about taunting his brothers.

————-

Two more weeks passed before Alfred, Tim and Babs had decided to break the news. They waited until patrol was ended and Tim had donned his new costume. He blended into the shadows and prepared for his family.

It didn’t take long for everyone to slip off their cowls and dominos, but Tim waited..: and waited until relaxation had set in. Only then did he swoop in. He glided down from a hidden ledge and spread his cape dramatically. Silently he landed behind the group.

“What took you so long?”

Batman turned and glared. There was no other response but a twinge in his cheek let Tim know he’d startled him.

“Did you get stilts?” Jason scoffed. “You look ridiculous. Just because you’re short—-“

“How?” Bruce set down at the bat-computer and stared at Tim.

“Science… Bruce. Science.”

[asbestos-11]

self indulgent focallette in one of many croatian folk dresses, except i skimped out on the details bcs man do i hate drawing patterns

[kinokoshoujoart]

30 days of Harvest Moon Day 5 - vibrant / child

combined the prompts! rock’s limited edition crossover Skecher x Pleaser Discolite platforms have been repurposed as a nightlight for his son (they do nothing to get him to sleep)

thank you @psychosvr for the Cool Prompts

(based on this meme)

[unnonexistence]

pacific rim did not have to go so hard with the aesthetic but it did. future tech but everything's scuffed and scratched up from constant use. hologram projectors with big clunky buttons and data storage disks that go ka-chunk. standard-issue PPDC everything. big wobbly hazmat suits. analogue nuclear-powered mechs. bioluminescence. monster goop everywhere. cities rebuilt around kaiju bones.

[steakout-05]

happy halloween!!! have a moderately disturbing Fake Peppino i drew today (very much like the one i drew a while ago) smiling at you :) he's happy to see you

also a little sketch of Peppino wearing the eyes clothing from the new Pizza Tower halloween event!!

i really like this clothing piece because it makes it look like Peppino is just shirtless all the time and that's really funny to me for some reason XP

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

HIII MAC N CHEESE goob evening... just finished e06 which Means first thing tomorrow Party City Time Babeyyyy!!! cant wait 2 see what yr ominous comments r about. (also genuinely favorite part of this ep is tides :D :( :( emoji texting. fwiw. hes everything 2 me...) anyway i DID actually have a question!! im sure there r character sheets & official art & such but i rlyyyyy dont wanna check the wiki or patreon art files n get spoiled bc i Know i would..... do u. Have any like season 1 art or descriptions or such? are there any?? bc i would like to Draw The Them... but i love not knowing shit about whats gonna happen.... pleading emoji two fingers touching emoji...

TIIIIIIDE TIDE TIDE TIDE MY BELOVED. HE IS EVERYTHING TO MEEEEEE i fucking love him so much. worlds best mom etc. the party is. well. its something. smile. nothing ominous here idk what youre talking about !!!!!!

OH FUCK YES ART I GOTCHU. definitely dont look up any pics because the wiki is awful and disorganized and sooo full of spoilers. here u go i have compileddddd a small collection of season 1 art !!!!! also tide bc although this art wasnt posted until later i feel as though it is so important for u to see him bc i love him so much. and also his design doesnt change much. oh yeah and le frog is here (for funsies bc his design is so silly)

i cannot remember if youve met any of the prime force yet but you will soon so heres ms. g and silhouette also!!!!

[kourota]

sneak peek of my attempts at mastering the xp pen drawing tablet

[icewindandboringhorror]

Trying to find something to go with these tights? I don’t have a lot of bright clothes that match them, so went more in a mixing it with lighter colors sort of direction, maybe sort of sky themed (rainbow with the blue and white clouds)?

[earlyspringtranscendence]

finished watching lockwood earlier today and im gutted there wont be a second season bc it's so much better than [redacted] on all levels and ALSO claire finlay thompson of costume design fame i owe you my liiiiiiiife

[aaeds]

A kindness to Adaptations and “Based On” in costumes.

The teaser has been released and everyone is super excited. I’m looking forward to January just as much as the rest of the fandom - however, before we get close to the full trailer let’s all go in with open minds.

After watching the Cabinet of Curiosities Anthology on Netflix, I was surprised by the response of some of the watchers. A lot of the responses were “That’s not how it was in the book/story.” Well, maybe not but adaptations are conversions of paper to television in most cases. They won’t always be what you’re wanting or expecting

And...it can’t be. It can come close, but an adaptation will always subvert your expectations one way or direction.  Not because the producers don’t care, but because there are hundreds of imaginations going off at once and sadly we’re not behind the decisions made. So I plan on going into Lockwood & Co. with an expectation to see a new spin on a series I’ve read and listened to a dozen times. That said A particular interest in mine has been in the fashion of the series as we’ve seen it. I’ve seen a few complaints over no skirts (I believe it’s a skort or shorts in the teaser) and that’s okay. There are other aspects of her costuming that can tell us more about her character than what fanart has given us.

Lucy comes from a working class family with several sisters, it wouldn’t surprise me if several pieces of hers are hand-me-downs. Her clothing is also punk inspired, bordering on working class skinhead mod subculture (and no I don’t mean that kind of skinhead.) Rolled pants, heavy boots, a bomber jacket but with feminine touches such as her mockneck ruffled shirt. It’s an interesting way to show difference between herself and Lockwood (Rather than always dressing them in one colour.) This is including their class, but also to put an emphasis on Lockwood’s put together-ness to her hodgepodge dress and quality teen behaviour.  I’m not saying we shouldn’t see skirts, but if we do outside a haunt I would be very interested in seeing how it meshes with the rest of her outfit. I think Lucy’s background doesn’t get enough attention that it deserves in regards to her emotional growth and insecurities. Finding a home in London outside the confines of strict codes of conduct like Fittes also probably went into her design.  Lockwood as well had some minor brushes, and while the converse are as comical as his dodge-roll on camera, I can see how practical they would be to film in while also remaining faithful to the character in other areas. He’s wearing a tie and trousers, with that ridiculous overcoat so it was a good compromise. Capturing the dichotomy on screen of “Put together businessman in his teens” and “traumatised child” would be a complex arrangement of fabrics and key pieces to his wardrobe. Someone pointed out the bright red socks, and I hope that maybe colour will play into his role through the series. I think also the ring is very interesting as it’s on his right hand which can ‘mean’ strong attachment. To wear it on the same hand as wields a rapier could for example have a connection to its previous wearer. Jessica, or a parent. 

I love costume theory and we haven’t seen much of George but I think they nailed one aspect of his wardrobe from the books was everything was in ways too big on him - except the elastic on his jacket. We don’t know how much of George we can say for wardrobe - but given the stacks of comics and state of things I’m hoping for graphic T’s and character PJs. Comfortable clothing, and not really giving a damn compared to his cohorts. 

But we should enjoy the series when it comes out as it is before getting too critical on small details now. 

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A game show called "Is it a stupid impulsive decision or would it actually be good for me"

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I just think it's completely reductive to have your leading lady go through several seasons of emotional growth only to plop her right back where she started - grieving one man and having to choose between two others, because all a woman is in this world is who she marries.