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prinnay · 1 year
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sunrise / sunset
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sartorialadventure · 5 months
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Debutante Ball. Harlem, Early 1960s
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anatomyofjamesyates · 7 months
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inazumaneko · 10 months
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Lookin’ snazzy boys!
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wompwompwompinchworm · 6 months
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gave my lovely babies some bows to give them individuality. the big yellow bow was the original inchworm i acquired years ago, but no clue where from
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grimmijaggers · 3 months
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c!Sam 👔
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c!Sam in formal wear!
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rowzien · 6 months
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1930s evening ensemble
Every piece is vintage except for my socks, and I bought them all separately across the country over two years. Almost everything required repairs.
The jacket had damaged sleeve lining which I replaced. One of the front buttons had bent and busted off, and was placed in a pocket. It’s roughly 1930s I think. The company was Foreman & Clark Clothes, “Upstairs from coast to coast”.
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The trousers are Basil Durant Inc. New York. Most likely 1930s as well. Basil Durant was a vaudeville actor who started a tailoring business after vaudeville’s decline. It has silk lining on the trousers which had to be restitched.
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1940s/30s? Red Suspenders. I’m honestly not as sure on the date for these, but they are in perfect condition. Bonus picture of Paris Swing suspenders about 1930s or 40s.
Paris garters 1930s or 40s.
1910s/1920s vest. It was heavily yellowed from starch which came out with gentle hand washing. Unknown maker
1920s/1930s evening shirt. This one probably had the worst damage since I know it was used by costumers/actors. The second buttonhole was completely opened and ravelled. Various stains and pinholes. I had to rebound the buttonhole.
1900s-1920s collar
Silk scarf about 1940s.
1970s Floreshime shoes.
1890s-1910s watch fob.
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foreverbaby25 · 5 months
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jessfandrawer · 4 months
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I created a simple art prompt generator. For Raoul and Christine it gave me: Protective, Formalwear, and Sleepy.
I don't know about the colors, they were a struggle. I did the book version of Christine this time because I don't draw blonde hair very much. *shrugs*
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The Duke of Crowborough + text posts
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falloutconfessions · 11 months
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“It bugs me so much that I can't seem to find mods to stop some clothes like formal wear and pajamas from changing appearance depending on the gender of your character.
I want my butch character to wear a suit. i want to see my guy in a nighty. is that so much to ask?”
Fallout Confessions
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mahoganygold213 · 1 month
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Richard Quinn Fall Winter 2024-2025
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Kinktober 2023 Day Four
Formal Wear
John Price x Simon 'Ghost' Riley
It was simple. Laswell needed a favour, so John and Simon were kindly taking an evening out of their time off for her. All they had to do was get dressed up and attend some kind of dinner, keeping a low profile just to make sure a certain meeting went ahead without any interference. As simple as it could get, especially  for two guys who didn’t usually do this kind of work.
“Did Kate arrange these, or you?” 
Price was enjoying the down time they had before the dinner, in the hotel room. Meaning, he was enjoying staring at Simon, thinking about how good he looked while he was only half dressed.  
“I did. By telling her what we’d need.”
“Sounds about right.” Ghost clearly hadn’t lost his skill tying knots as he deftly tied the tie around his neck. 
“I mean, she offered to do it for me, but I know what you look better in.” 
“Piss off.” 
Price sighed and stood up from the bed, moving to stand behind Ghost in the mirror, fully dressed in contrast to Ghost’s lack of trousers. “I know it’s not covered in skulls, but it fits you correctly. Navy’s your colour.” He reached out, settling his arms around Ghost’s body, pulling them close together. “And you look very good in it.”
“I’ll take your word for it.” 
“You can take more than that.” Price kissed the back of Ghost’s neck, on the sliver of skin visible just above his collar, before leaning in to whisper in Ghost’s ear. “You want to take my fingers in your ass?”
Ghost inhaled sharply, grabbing Price’s hands as they squeezed his sides. “John…”
“We have time. It would be a shame to waste it, sitting around and twiddling our thumbs when you could have mine up your ass.”
“You’re a bastard, you know that?” 
“And what do you want from this old bastard?” Price squeezed Ghost gently. “Tell me.”
“I want… your fi… fingers in my ass. Please, John…”
“I can work with that. Come over here now.” 
Price pulled Ghost away from the mirror, towards the bed, holding Simon steady as he climbed onto it. 
“On your knees, lad…” Price murmured, waiting for Simon to settle before pushing Ghost face down onto the sheets, chuckling lightly as Simon pulled the pillow down to rest his face on. 
“If I cry, can’t have it stain my shirt or shit…” Ghost mumbled. 
“Very self aware, aren’t you?” What little Price could see of Ghost’s face flushed. “It’s a good look on you, Si.” 
“Ugh,” Simon groaned, “stop doing that.”
“Stop what?”
“Stop… fucking talking to me like that.”
“You don’t like my praise?”
“No, I do…”
“Then why would you want me to stop?”
“It makes me feel… hot.”
“Lean into it, Simon. It’s to get you ready for where we’re going.”
“Fucking hell, Price.”
Price didn’t say anything to that, pressing his hand on Simon’s lower back, dragging the shirt up just enough to find the waistband of Ghost’s boxers, curling his fingers around it and pulling them down.
“Look at you, Simon. Pretty as a peach, aren’t you?”
Simon whined, arching his back as he pressed his ass up towards Price.
“Answer the question, Ghost.”
“Yes, yes, I’m pretty… pretty as a fucking peach.”
“Good boy.”
Price continued pulling Ghost’s boxers down his legs, Ghost helping get them over his knees, so Price could toss them aside onto the floor. With that done and Simon’s shirt still flipped up on his back, Price was free to wander his hands over Simon’s ass, reaching over his hips to between his legs where is cock hung.
“Oh, fuck…” Ghost hissed when Price’s hand closed around his dick, gently stroking him up. Price stayed quiet, gently petting Ghost’s thigh as he stroked Ghost, waiting for him to ask again.
“John…”
“Yes, Simon?” 
“My ass, please… you said you would…” 
“I know what I said.” Price let go of Ghost’s dick, Ghost’s entire body shuddering in response as Price placed his hands on Ghost’s ass. “You ready?”
“Yes- ahh!” Ghost cried out as Price leant down and licked his asshole. He grabbed the pillow tightly as Price toyed with him, uselessly willing himself to relax as Price pulled away, nudging his nose at Simon’s hole, before replacing it with a knuckle and pressing hard into it. 
“This might be cold…” Price murmured from behind him, giving Ghost half a second's warning before something thick and cold was dribbled against his hole.
“You… brought lube?” Hotels didn’t provide lube. At least, not the ones like this.
“Never hurts to be prepared.” Price was being generous with the stuff, taking his time coating his fingers. 
“You planned this, you fucking… bastard.”
“So you keep saying. Hush, now.” Price pushed one of his fingers in, only up to the knuckle, letting Ghost shift fretfully about it, slowly relaxing to the feeling of pressing something into his ass until he was comfortable to push back on it, taking the finger deeper, quickly ready to welcome a second as he rolled his hips back into Price’s hand, setting his own pace with Price’s hand merely a guiding presence on his hip. 
Soft praises leaving Price’s lips in between Ghost’s whines. “That’s it… just like that, do you want more?”
Ghost’s hips stuttered. “Uh…”
“Another finger?” Price shifted his hand, “just take you to three?”
“Three… three sounds good.” 
“Good lad.” Price patted Simon’s hip, and shifted his hand again, pushing a thumb inside along with the other two, waiting for Simon to take what he was desperate for. 
Simon’s voice was wrecked, the only things leaving his mouth was saliva and garbled moans as he pushed his hips backwards harder, crying out when Price curled his fingers inside his ass. 
“That’s it, keep going, you can get yourself there…” Price’s voice was so warm and gentle, Ghost couldn’t help but go with it, fucking himself on Price’s fingers, tears pricking in his eyes until his orgasm made him cry, sobbing into the pillow as his hips stilled, cum spread out on the crumpled bed sheet. Price slowly removed his fingers from Ghost’s ass, wiping them on the bed sheet, then patting Ghost’s ass for a job well done as he waited for him to come back down. 
“Good thing we’re not sleeping here.” Ghost murmured. “I’ve ruined this fucking bed.” 
“If we were, I’d have got us a double. I’m not made for cuddling in a twin bed anymore.” Price sighed. 
“You’ve got a bed - a big bed on base, right?”
“Sure, I do.”
“Then let’s get this stupid meeting over with and get back to it.”
“Alright.” Price kissed Simon’s ass cheek. “Let’s get you cleaned up then.”
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artfulfashion · 2 months
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Austin Butler wearing Saint Laurent for Esquire Magazine March 2024 photographed by Robbie Fimmano
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ghostlysickle · 3 months
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Happy new year Arcane Odyssey!
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Here's the AO characters + my ocs in formal wear for this new year.
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Have a good new year, I look forward to making more AO fanart
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alexia putellas + formal wear/gala fits
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