#1920s flapper costumes deal

[costumesinaustralia]

G'day mates! If you've ever been to a theme party in the Land Down Under, there's a fair chance you've witnessed the glitter and glamour of the 1920s flapper dresses. Even with a whole century gone by, the allure of the Roaring Twenties keeps pulling us back, especially in Oz. Ever wondered why? Let's have a squiz.

[darkbluekies]

Trick or treat, end in defeat

Yandere!female!mafia OC x reader

Summary: Halloween ends in a bloody game

Warnings: yandere, jealousy, threats, knives, guns, humiliation, killing, drugs, alcohol, sexual suggestions

Word count: 2.6k

She’s dressed as a dead 1920’s flapper girl. Her shoulder length black hair have been forced into wavy swirls, her dress bloodied down. You’ve taken for granted that she didn’t buy her blood at a hobby store. She was wearing white contacts in her eyes. You have dressed as a vampire without fake teeth. Jerry said that you look stupid with them on. 

“Who wants to make out with a vampire with dentures?” she mutters before grabbing the back of your neck to bring your face to her lips. “Not me.”

She devours your mouth. Kissing and sucking on everything she reaches. She has the ability to suck the air out of your lungs when kissing you, leaving you breathless and dizzy. 

“If you do something stupid tonight, baby, I’m going to show you what the ‘trick’ in trick or tret is”, she whispers against your lips. “Maybe I’ll use you skin as a pumpkin? But if you’re good, I will give you a treat. And I promise you’re going to like it.”

You’re going to be her cover for a mission, a halloween party where she is going to be handed an envelope with a list of locations for weapons and money by a man you have never heard of before. 

“What’s the treat?” you ask. 

“Me, of course”, Jerry smiles smugly. “Aren’t I a yummy treat when I look like this?”

She spins, giving you a full view of her costume. 

“It’s real blood … isn’t it?” you find yourself asking. 

“Of course it is. Come now, we have to leave.”

She grabs your hand and walks out of the apartment. Her boss has sent a car for the two of you in which you jump into the backseat. 

The car stops outside a club. The loud music can be heard out to the car, despite the doors being closed. Jerry jumps out and helps you out on the sidewalk. 

“Remember what I said, okay?” she says, looking into your eyes warningly. 

The white contacts makes her look manic. You nod and swallow. Jerry leads you into the club. Everywhere you look, you see Barbies, Jack Sparrows, Spidermen and sexy nurses. The music pounds in your ears and you’re sure that you’re going to leave the club with no hearing. Jerry takes you to a pair of round couches by the wall and sits you down. 

“What do you want to drink?” she asks you, mouth close to your ear to be heard. 

Her breath fans against your skin. 

“Whatever”, you reply. 

Jerry nods. 

“Stay here”, she tells you. “Don’t move.”

She disappears into the sea of pretenders. You look around, wondering how many in here are aware that this more than a dance floor this evening. Could the girl dressed as a tiger be aware that this is a meeting place for illegal dealing? Or the man dressed as a cowboy, is he in on it? How many eyes do Jerry have? And how many do her enemies have? Is the man in the zombie costume the one to deliver it? Or the one in an astronaut overall? 

Jerry returns with two drinks. One lime green and one black. 

“One if sour and one is cola”, she says. “Which one do you want?”

“The cola.”

She gives you the dark one. You take a sip and grimace. 

“Oh yeah, it has vodka in it”, she laughs.

“I can tell”, you cough. 

She takes a sip of her toxic green one and grimaces. 

“God, that’s undrinkable”, she mutters. 

A woman comes up to the table. She’s dressed as a pirate. 

“Do you want some?” she asks — clearly on something — and waves a little, clear bag with white powder in it. 

Jerry shoots her arm over you, as a barricade. 

“They don’t want anything from you”, she says coldly. 

The girl stumbles away. Jerry moves closer to you. Although she’s wearing her contacts, you can tell that she’s gotten that look in her eyes again. She’s alert, ready to lash out at anyone that comes near you. She grabs your jaw, turning your face to her.

“If anyone offers you something you better decline and tell them to get the fuck away, you’re not into that”, she tells you. 

You nod understandably. Jerry kisses your lips. 

“How long do we have to stay here?” you ask. “When will you meet your contact?”

“He said around midnight”, Jerry replies and you are about to point out that it’s almost two hours until then, but she continues talking. “But we had to get here some time before so that it doesn’t look like we’re here to get something and then leave. That way, it’ll look suspicious.”

“My head hurts already.”

Jerry lifts your glass to your lips. 

“If you drink some more you’ll feel better”, she says. 

She watches you gulp it down until the glass is empty. You cough, trying to get rid of the burning in your throat. The liquid leaves a warm trail through your body. 

It’s as if you can feel your head fog up, feel your body burn up. The air inside the club is hot from all the dancing people. The costume sticks onto your body

“My poor girl/boy”, Jerry coos and brushes your hair out of your face. “Feeling hot? You’re sweating.”

She leans in and kisses your temple, licking her lips of your sweat. Someone sits down on the couch beside you. Jerry is quick to make them leave. She pulls you even closer. Her nails dig into your hot skin. Jerry knows that you need to go out for fresh air, but there’s something about your look that makes her want to keep you here. Your eyelids hang heavy over your eyes, your glowing, sweaty skin and tired pout. It doesn’t take much to get you here, and yet she loves to see it every time. 

“Can I have a water?” you ask. 

“Wait here”, Jerry tells you. 

She disappears once more and returns with a glass of water. She feeds it to you as you rest against her shoulder. 

“You’re so cute when you’re drunk”, she chuckles.

Are you drunk? Or are you dying of heat? You can’t tell. But she was right. Your head isn’t hurting anymore. 

“There he is”, she suddenly says and stands up.

She turns to you, holding your jaw and directing your face up towards her. 

“You’re going to stay right here, do you get that?” she says. “I will be back in a little while, and you’re going to remain here, do you understand?”

You nod. Jerry gives your jaw a warning squeeze before walking off. You follow her with your eyes, seeing how her and a man dressed as a detective walks into a backroom. Something else catch your eyes. A man in a spiderman costume. A very familiar man. An old friend. You feel your heart skip a beat. Oh, how you’ve missed him. 

“Y/N!” he shouts out, happily and hurries over to the couch. 

You give a quick glance towards the door to the back room. Still closed. 

“It’s been so long!” he says and hugs you. “How are you?”

“I’m good”, you answer and clear your throat. 

You can’t tell a drunk man to go away without it becoming a scene … and this is a drunk friend. 

“I’ve been wondering what happened to you”, he said. “None of our friends have seen you for a while.”

If only you knew. 

You give the door a new glance. Closed. 

“I’ve been busy”, you say. 

“What are you looking at?”

“Nothing.”

You force yourself not to glance at the door. Your heart beats inside your chest, causing a wave of fear induced nausea to reach your head. 

“We should do something soon”, the friend suggests. 

“Oh, sure”, you reply, knowing very well that it’ll never happen. 

But you can’t really tell them that the reason you’ll never do anything with him is because you have an insane girlfriend who is in the mafia. 

“What are you doing nowadays?” you ask. 

“I work at the bank”, he replies and laughs. “Basically their runnerboy.”

“What? You run their errands?”

“Pretty much.”

You tug at your lips, trying to imagine him run back forth between men in suits. You glance towards the door. Open. Your entire body goes cold, and for a few seconds you can’t hear anything. You look around, as in slow motion, trying to find her. She must already have seen you — talking with someone else, laughing with someone else. 

“What’s wrong?” the friend asks worriedly. “You look like you’re going to throw up.”

You want to shout at him to stop being stupid, but he doesn’t know why you’re suddenly mortified. He can’t be blamed for anything. 

You, however, know what's going on … and you know that you have to save him before Jerry gets to him. But where is she?

“You have to go now”, you tell your friend and push him towards the exit. Your voice is short and direct, trying your best not to show how scared you are. 

Where is she? Where is she? Where is she? Where is she? Where is she?

“What are you doing?” your friend asks. “Stop pushing me.”

“You have to leave”, you try again. “I’m not trying to be mean, I’m trying to save your life!”

“What?”

“Just walk!”

You manage to get him out of the club, out into the fresh air. Quickly, you look around. Jerry’s nowhere to be seen. You don’t want to leave your friend before you’re sure that he will be okay. If you leave him now, you won’t know if he will be okay.

There is only one thought in your head. WHERE IS JERRY?

 “Listen to me”, you say and grab your friend, forcing him to look at you. “Listen closely, okay? I don’t know how long I have. You have to leave. You have to run. If we’re lucky, she didn’t get a good look at you.”

“Who? Y/N, you’re scaring me.”

“I’m scaring myself. Please believe me. Just go. Now. Run. Please.”

The words seem to have trouble coming out. The man frowns, but starts to back away before turning around and running away. You dare breathe out, but the relief don’t last long. Someone grabs a handful of your hair and force your head backwards, cutting off the air in your throat. 

“Who the fuck was that?” Jerry hisses in your ear. 

“N-No one”, you manage to choke out. 

“Oh, so now I need to go to the optician?” Something sharp presses against your throat. “I’m asking again: who was that?”

“J-Jerr-” You can’t get anything past the bending point in your throat.

The knife presses closer to your skin. 

“Did you find him hot?” she asks teasingly, but with a sharp anger in her voice. “Did you want him to fuck you?”

You shake your head frantically. 

“I know that’s right”, she says and lets you go. 

You cough and desperately heap in air. You stumble forward with dark spots dancing over your vision. Before you have the time to register that she’s let you go, she’s pushed you up against the brick wall and put the knife against your chest. 

“I didn’t know my pet was a little news reporter”, she scoffs. “Talking to people left and right.”

“He was a friend”, you breathe out. “Someone I knew from school!”

“Mm, and I guess that you were so happy to see him again?”

“Jerry-”

“You either love the attention or to piss me off.” She tilts her head. “Where did he go?”

“I won’t let you hurt him. He did nothing wrong.”

“Oh, he did nothing wrong, did he? I saw him clinging onto something that belongs to me! I think that’s a bit fucking wrong, don’t you?”

“Jerry, I swear that I told him to go away.”

“Yeah, I saw that too. I saw quite a lot, actually. I saw too much and it made me fucking nauseous.”

“Jerry, please …”

“Mm, I love it when you beg.”

“I’ll beg all you want if you spare him.”

She uses the knife to point onto the ground. 

“Down on your knees.”

You sink down on your knees and stand eye to eye with the point of the knife. 

“Beg”, Jerry orders you. 

You lick your lips, preparing yourself for this humiliating task. 

“Please”, you say and look up at her with the most innocent, pleading eyes you can muster. 

“You can do better than that, baby.”

“Jerry, please, I’m sorry.”

“How sorry?”

“Very. Please.”

Jerry grabs your jaw, smiling cockily. 

“You say ‘please’ so sweetly, how can I not forgive you?” she coos. “I will let him go … if I don’t find him until the night is over.”

“W-What?”

“It’s halloween, isn’t it? Shouldn’t we have some fun?”

“Jerry, please, don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“He was at the wrong place at the wrong time, h-he didn't know. It’s not like he tried to piss you off. He doesn’t deserve to be punished for that. Punish me instead. I shouldn’t have answered him, I should have ignored him.”

She stares down at you, clearly contemplating. 

“Please”, you beg weakly, hoping that your ‘sweet please’ will be enough to make her agree.

“Okay”, she says. “Let’s play a game. If you win, I’ll leave him be. If I win, I get to slaughter him and you have to watch me do it.”

“Can’t we have something else?”

“Like what?”

“If you win, I’ll do whatever you want for a week-”

“A year.”

“A-A year …”

“You know I can make you do whatever I want? I can decide to humiliate you for no reason at all.”

“I know. But I can’t have a human life on my consciousness. If you kill him, I will never be able to forgive myself.”

“Aren’t you just adorable? Okay. Deal.”

You get to stand up. 

“What game do we play?” you ask.

“Russian Roulette”, Jerry decides. 

“W-Will one of us die?”

“Are you dumb? No, we’re not going to play with our lives. I have a guy we can use.”

She takes you to the HQ’s basement. You hate the HQ. A man sits on the floor, bloody and chained. Jerry picks up her gun and shakes out all bullets but one. She spins it and holds the gun towards you.

“Do you want the first try, my love?” she asks. 

“No”, you breathe out.

Jerry doesn’t hesitate before shooting the guy. You flinch and have to squeeze your eyes shut. The sight still haunts you. 

“Your turn”, Jerry says and presses the gun to your chest. “It was blank.”

“Fuck, Jerry …”, you whisper without opening your eyes. “This is insanity …”

“If you don’t shoot, you lose. Do it.”

You open your eyes slowly and take the gun in your shaking hands. You have a cold sweat. It’s a mistake to look at the man, one you regret immediately. His eyes are widened, taped mouth begging you not to shoot him.

“Jer-”

She stands behind you, holds her hand over yours and pulls the trigger. The following moments feel like an eternity. It’s blank. Your knees buckle and you stumble backwards. Jerry shoots. Blank. She holds the gun towards you. You shake your head and swallow thickly. 

“I give up, I can’t kill him”, you pant. 

“You might not kill him”, Jerry says and grins. “I might. Oh, the possibilities.”

“No …”

“Okay.”

Jerry lifts the gun and shoots until the bullet hits him. You swallow a scream and cover your head with your arms. She throws the gun on the cement floor. 

“I win”, she says in satisfaction. “Now, get those legs moving, the night is not over. On the contrary, it has just begun.”

[glitteringsunshine]

Pairing : Leroy Jethro Gibbs x Reader Wife

Jethro’s  POV:

“ Hello Y/N ahh Mrs Gibbs , Mrs Boss” Tony rambled as Y/N entered the bull pen.

“ Good Morning to you Tony, Y/N is fine you know” she chuckled.

“ So how was the honeymoon. Boss didn’t give a single detail. “Tony rambled.

“ A lady never kiss and tell “ Y/N chuckled. “ Jethro did you prepare the report state asked for from NCIS”

“ Here darling. Coordinated with the marines,navy  and NCIS agents  deployed on ground , to do the threat assessment.  It’s a go ahead from NCIS , the Director signed on it “ I said.

“ Y/N up for the writer’s  convention this week. “ McGee asked.

“ Yepp , very excited.  Specially the 1920s Gatsby theme. Gonna love that. Already  got a flapper costume. “ she said excitedly.

“ Ouch” , McGee a said as I  gave him a head slap.

“ Work McGee”.

“ Boss  I am trying , but the codes are too tough” McGee said.

“ Hey McGee I am hearing Next Year’s  theme would be Regency England, gonna love that too” Y/N continued

“ They have the best themes” McGee continued.

“ Ouch not fair Gibbs” Y/N protested as I gave her a heads lap.

“ Well you will get another one if you distract my team wifey” I said with humour

“ Ahh tempted” she rolled her eyes.” Well gotta go then. Too bad I can solve the codes on McGee’s big screen, but gotta let him work” she said with a poker face trying  to walk away.

“ Y/N, the code”

“ Sorry love, don’t want to distract your team or you” she said with a straight face. “ Bye”.

Reader’s  POV:

“ No sweetie, you aren’t  going anywhere before cracking that” he said holding me by my waist.

I looked him with a bratty look. He stared at me with a smirk and nodded , baiting me to bring forward my bratty side.

“ Not my Job Jethro. Besides what would the state department think knowing that your agent here is trying to hack the network of a foreign embassy.”

“ So the state department  never hacked anything? Wonder how you recognise the code then my love. I mean I don’t know much about codes and algorithms but even someone like you couldn’t recognise it with a glance, especially when McGee is sweating his ass of on it from the morning. So Y/N ,did you ever Crack this before? “ he smirked.

“ Fine Gibbs. I will Crack it. But I won’t do it pro Bono. I would want something in return.”

“ So what it’s gonna cost me ?” He said clearly loving our game.

“ I don’t know Gibbs , think of something”.

“ What if I ask you nicely ? Please? “ he said with puppy dog eyes and a boyish grin.

“ hhmmm better ,but not enough” I chuckled.

He made his way towards the corner, away from his team’s earshot , calling me with a come hither motion.

“ The rest of you atleast pretend to work?” he said nodding his head.

“ So what secret  deal are you offering me Special Agent Gibbs” I said rolling my eyes.

He held my chin , making me look at him.

“Why why aren’t you a brat. You need discipline. So here’s  my offer darling.  You will Crack the code in return of the discipline  you need. Then I can make sure , you get the punishment you deserve tonight in bed.”he said with lust.

“ And If  I don’t agree love?”

“ You will, cause that’s what you want right.” He smirked trailing his thumb across my bottom lip. “ That and if you don’t, I will not let you cum tonight “

“ Ahh you wont”

“ But I would. You see darling , I love to get you all worked up, hearing your pretty little voice , as you beg me to let you cum.” He laughed.

….

“ All done McGee. You got your data. You knew who your petty officer aka double agent’s  foreign  handler. “ Thanks Y/N.

“ So Y/N what’s your secret.?” Tony asked.

“ What secret?” I asked.

“ You bring another side of Gibbs” ,McGee said.” He is great to work with. But I never realised he can be so fun.”

“ Well ever since you met him , he is so not grumpy. You light up his world you know.”

 

“ and he rocks mine”  I winked making them laugh.

“ Ahh Y/N you don’t want to mess with Boss ‘s coffee.” Tony said as I picked up Gibbs’s  mug from his desk as McGee nodded agreeing with Tony.

I saw Gibbs walking down the squadroom. “ Babe , can you bring me fave chocolate doughnut today” I pouted.

“ Ahh let me think about it” he chuckled.

“ Ahh come on Jethro , I did solve your case” I said with my puppy dog eyes.

“ I will love” he laughed.

“ What’s this?” he said picking up the froth and whipped cream from my hot chocolate cup.

“ It’s  milk foam dear” I said Licking his fingers. “ Ohh this is just a preview of what’s gonna happen tonight.” I whispered  out of everyone’s earshot.

 “ Don’t waste it, and that’s mine hot chocolate not yours.” I continued loudly.

 

“ Where is my coffee?” Jethro asked.

“ Here I said” inhaling it.

“ Baby you are not supposed to have coffee remember, and sit down babe. Don’t tire yourself out. Don’t forget to jeep yourself hydeated” He reminded.

“ Oh come on Jethro, I can’t wear my favourite stilettos anymore. Can’t even have my cappuccino.  Smelling the caffeine  is the only thing that helps with the nausea. I am not having it, just smelling it. Better watch out , I will be a bitch with  terrible mood swings if you don’t allow to inhale the caffeine scent.

“ I like it when you are my bitch” he whispered smirking, making me blush.

“ Well gotta go love” I said.

“ Come let me walk you to the car.”

20 bucks that things are gonna get heated up in the elevator “ Tony said which made him get a headslap from Gibbs.

 

We walked into the elevator. As the door closed , he switched on the emergency stop sign and kissed me with passion. I returned it with the same intensity, both fighting for control and domination. He pushed me against the wall shoving his hand below my skirt. He pushed two fingers inside my panties, feeling the moisture there. “ Good Girl, already wet for me” he smirked. He quickly undid his pants as his hard cock sprang out from his boxers. He lined it with my entrance , running it up and down my slit for a few times teasing me before plunging into me. He pulled me closer thrusting deep while I arched my hips towards him.

“ Jethro…. Oh ohh I whispered. I am close . Can I?”

“ Yes baby. Cum for me darling , cum on my cock.” He said.

As I reached my peak , I felt weak at the knees ,as waves and waves of pleasure hit me. “

Gibbs held me tight against him , still thrusting as he hit my g spot, kissing me and claiming my moans. He picked me up while I wrapped my legs around him , helping me recover from the pleasure. Slowly he build his pace again. “ I am close” he said. “Together “ he said as I clenched his cock knowing I am right at the edge . With one final thrust ,  I reached my climax, finding my release.   Milking his cock ,  I heard him calling out my name as he shot his load deep into me.

Gently kissing my lips he put me down, but still holding me steady  He put his forehead  against mine as we both panted.

He put his fingers inside my pussy scooping  some of cum and Licking his fingers clean.

“ A little preview  for tonight” he smirked, gently petting my ass.

He zipped up his pants and smoothed out my skirt. Then he rubbed my still flat belly whispering “ love you and your mummy”. Then he kissed me on the forehead, before helping me with my shoes.

Jethro’s  POV:

As I made my way to the bullpen after seeing Y/N off and making sure her seatbelt is properly fastened, I made my way to the bullpen.

“ What took you so long boss? McGee asked. “ The elevator is giving trouble for a few days.” You didn’t get stuck did you Boss” Tony asked doubtfully.

“ I think you stopped for another cup of  coffee maybe “ he continued.

“ Do you see a cup of coffee in my hand Dinozzo? Infact did you hear the elevator  bell go off?” I asked, while taking out a 20 dollar bill and handing it to Tony.

“ Ohh thanks boss but why?” Ohh Ewww” Tony said amused as realisation dawned on him.

“ Boss” Mcgee said “ Why is Y/N not allowed to have coffee any more?”

“ You know for two seasoned investigators you too are pretty slow” I chuckled as new realisation dawned on them.

“ Boss”

“ Yep we are pregnant “ I grinned proudly making them jump up with joy and excitement  as they embraced me in a group hug.

[bokunosoul]

Monster in paris

Donquixote Doflamingo x Showgirl! Reader

NSFW

Warnings : Pr-stitution, s-x, c-nnilingus, f-replay, s-xual stuff

A night in 1920 in the capital of france in paris is an night where you can find your desires. In dark alleyways, bars, parks and by the moonlit night, especially the so called Moulin Rouge.

The night was busy as always, a bunch of high class men in suits surrounded with women wearing skimpy clothing pouring wine on their glasses and giggling.

They all turned their gaze on you, eyes wide open and jaw on the floor and the men in suits shooed away the women.

"You indeed is looking fine as the wine i'm drinking tonight."

"If your thinking that i would offer to sell myself to you, i would not, boys."

Uninterested you turned away back at them and walked away. Ugh, this men looked disgusting. The men that i slept last month was more hot and rich, not old and saggy.

Heading off to your personal dressing room, you sighed and plopped yourself into your chair facing the mirror.

You stand up and started changing onto your costume. It was a red feathery bra, bottoms, a heavy red feather headpiece and of course the pair nude heels.

"Well well, as if it's the one and only Y/N, what does it feels like to be at the bottom?"

Sara snorted and pinched my cheeks. I rolled my eyes and pushed her away in annoyance.

"I'm going to tell you this since were 'friends'."

She said while putting on her lipstick infront of the mirror.

"Then get straight to the point."

"Still prickly as always, anyways, A mafia boss, will come to our show tonight and will pick a dancer to entertain him privately, I heard it's the spanish mafia boss, Donquixote Doflamingo."

She said estatic and squealing.

"And i am confident that it will be me the one and only."

You ignore her and just decided to go on applying your makeup. You have no interest in such things but when it involves money, that's when.

"Not interested huh?, well that's good. Well then looser, toodles."

That guy huh, i heard that man is no good. Killing people who betrayed him, dealing drugs all over europe. The Donquixote family was notorious and most wanted mafia of all. Talk about being the most powerful dangerous man in Spain.

Well it's an old man i think, and that women in this place are going after him because of his fortune.

You shrugged it off, finishing your makeup and hair and went off to stage in line with the dancers.

As the curtain rises, the lights pointed at us, the jazz music played by the orchestra the crowd went crazy, whistling, hooting and shouting.

You smiled confidently and started swaying your hips and body to the beat. Legs kicking up and down back and forth and tumbling from left to right.

You suddenly felt a pair of eyes staring over in the crowd. You stare into the front row of seats. There a man in pink feathery coat, sunglasses and a suit stares into you with interest.

'Who the hell wears sunglasses in the night?'

Like any normal dancer would do you smiled at him and shrugged it off and continued dancing. As the final position in the stage come, you set foot in the middle of the stage.

The crowd applaused as the curtain goes down and the dancers dispersed.

You let out a sigh of relief and went to your dressing room to change into a a flapper dress. Your ears perked up as you heard a knock on the door.

"Y/N, the boss said someone wants to meet you at the bar area, come quickly."

"Yes, i will be right there in a moment."

After you finished touching up and changing, you went ahead to the bar. You sat into the bar stool and ordered an blue gin.

Someone sat beside you as you drink. You turned your head to look at who it was.

"Oh, is it you who requested my audience?" you said. Looking at the man with the large pink feather coat you smiled at earlier.

"Fufufufu, yes i am." the man said in a peculiar tone whilst looking at you.

"Well, my prices are very high." you teased the man with the shades, slowly travelling up your dainty hands through his chest. He seemed good looking and it would be such a waste to let the money go down the drain.

"Name it. "

"Hmmmmm, well then here are my rates, Making out with me is 200 francs, showing you my body is 300 francs, watching you while touching myself is 800 francs, 900 for a blowjob, touching my body will cost 1000 francs, and hearing me moan will be 1400 francs."

He stayed quiet, admiring your face. Smiling you took a sip of your drink . 'This man is broke, this deal will get nowhere'.

"If your just wasting my time, then goodb---." you turned your back against the man.

"50,000 francs, if you can entertain me."

You eyes widdened in shock, as you hear the amount of money he is offering. The man pulled a wad of cash out of his suit and waved it.

50,000 FRANCS!? you can buy yourself an house with that and never work again, i can also pay my debt in this hell hole!

As you were about to snatch the wad of cash in his arms you tripped and fell into his chest.

"What a naughty girl you are fufufufu, i'll give you the money later after."

You crossed your arms and look at the man up and down. Well, for starters atleast he looks decent and hot.

"Then follow me."

Turning back you started walking to lead him into your room. The man stands up followed into my room. Come to think of it, i haven't know this mans name yet.

"What is your name Mr.?"

You asked as you are busy fumbling into your keys for your chambers.

"Doflamingo, Donquixote Doflamingo."

Your eyes widened as you heard the name.

"Hah, what a joke."

He just laughed again in that peculiar manner and went towards the room with you. With the influence of alcohol your mind was started to become hazy.

You pushed him off lazily at the side of your bed and started to take off your clothing. Your dress fell into the floor which revealed the red lingerie you are wearing.

Cupping his face and staring at his eyes you sat comfortably at his lap. Your and the mans tongue fight with each other in delight and his hands roaming around your body.

"HEY!"

Startled you yelled as he ripped your bra revealing your plump breast and perked up nipples.

"Fufufufufufufu excited already darling?"

He said and started to lick your chest onto your breasts. Fuck, this man is not to be underestimated.

He slammed you into the bed and ripped your panties. Your breath hitches as he stares into your eyes whilst having those cocky grin of his.

"It's unfair, i'm the only one who's naked." you pouted at him and rolled your eyes.

Without a response, he lifted up your leg onto his shoulder and started kissing your feet onto your thighs.

"FUCK!~."

You cursed as he shoved his slender fingers onto my entrance mercilessly.

Meanwhile you just looked away, you can't believe that this was happening. It was the very first time you felt excited doing something like this.

"Does that feel good?"

You just blushed and covered your embarassed and nodded.

Doflamingo smirked as your faces become closer and our bodies pressed together heatedly against the bed, as our lips pressed together and our tongues battle in dominance, only the strong taste of rum lingers into your mouth and one of his slender fingers teased your clit, making you hum in delight.

"Ohhhh-yes! "

He suddenly grabbed your waist and rammed it straight to his manhood, you screamed in shock. This man was so big, and you can't really fit inside him. It's been 6 months since you last have sex , so pain would be expected.

Tears started to run down your eyes as you looked away at him and burrying your nails in his muscular back.

"Your so fucking tight. "

He panted, still holding your waist, then caressing it slowly. It stayed like that for a few seconds then, it was replaced by an addicting sensation of pleasure.

"Ohhhhhhh! hah~. "

You cried out as his cock is fully inside you, making you feel so full. He chuckles and licks your earlobe, making you shudder.

"So, tell me who do you belong to? Slut. "

"I-i don't belong to no one. "

"Are you sure? "

You feel him grin and caressed your breasts and pinched your hardened nipples.

"Hmmmm, what about now?"

He said and thrusted his length inside your needy cunt. This man, he's so fucking good. You feel ashamed making those lewd faces infront of him and giving in.

"Oh~sir! I fucking like that. "

"Fufufu, say that again darling. "

"I fuckin' love your cock, please...."

You fell down onto your knees and kneeled. Doflamingo smirked and cupped your cheeks before pulling your hair back.

"Then suck. "

You lovingly obliged to his requests and started pumping his length back and fourth, giving licks there and then and sucking on his balls.

This man was addicting, or maybe this was just the alcohol that got you crazy. But this was the first time in years you got so excited.

He kept whispering dirty things in your ear while thrusting his cock inside you.

"Ah!!!!! I think i'm going to-."

"Not yet. "

The door swung open revealing Sara, her eyes widened in shock while you just turned to look at her with a flushed lewd face.

"W-what the fuck?!? "

She cursed, as she saw your naked body curled up against the man he's targetting.

"Fuck. i did not get to come. " you said annoyed, your arms still wrapped around his neck.

"Fufufufu, easy there y/n, we still got plenty of time left. "

Doflamingo said and slapped your butt and laughed. Sara, was still in shock standing there like a deer in headlights.

"Do you want to join? "

You asked then chuckled kissing your beloved client----Doflamingo. She bit her lip and slammed the door walking away.

"Fufufufu, what do you say, be mine or stay here? "

"Well, i am a very very expensive woman, Doffy. But i think i would give you a chance. "

You stood up and walked towards the window overlooking the eiffel tower, he kissed your shoulder and said.

"If that what's make you happy, my queen. "

NOT SO FUN FACT : Showgirls date back to the late 1800s in Parisian music halls and cabarets such as the Moulin Rouge, Le Lido, and the Folies Bergère. The trafficking of showgirls for the purposes of prostitution was the subject of a salacious novel by the nineteenth-century French author Ludovic Halévy.

[dwreader]

Can you explain what's inaccurate about Antoinette's looks? I agree she always felt off but couldn't pinpoint why but your posts on hair and costume made it stand out even more

Oh boy where to start!! First of all, I don't think it's a huge flaw of the show or anything. Budgeting is difficult and you have to choose what to prioritize so a minor character getting put in costumes they might've already had lying around and not getting an expensive wig/extensions for period accurate hair is not a big deal to me.

In 1917 the silhouette on her performing dress does not look right to me, especially the ugly flowers cause it places the waistline really low when in reality the decade was trending towards a very high waist. It's giving the dress you mom wore to chaperone your junior prom more than 1917 to me. Dresses were quite loose then too and you were starting to see the beginnings of flapper fashion by the later years of wwi so her dress being so formfitting is definitely a bit weird. You can see what the popular styles were below among casuals as well as performers. 1910s was really about the return of the empire waist leading to the no waist flapper dresses of the 1920s.

Also for the hair you can see its still mostly worn up but some women during wwi were already cutting it very short in the front while leaving the back long for an updo or cutting it very short bobs already but the weird mid-length style she's sporting is just??? not it. Maybe they wanted her to have the same hair as Lestat for thematic purposes or they kept it mid-length so they could cheaply do her hair for various eras to avoid wigs but its looks WEIRD as hell I'm sorry.

Then in the brief moment she appears in the 1920s (scene where Lestat is begging for ldpdl's magic pussy and getting rejected), she is wearing something like a 1920s cloche hat but her hair is too long? Its past her chin and mid-neck length when the style people wore with that hat would've been WELL above the chin and just barely peak past the rim.

Anyways I get that cutting your hair VERY short is not something every actress wants to do and its all unimportant cause antoinette is an unimportant character.

[concubuck]

… what the heck is Alastor gonna wear to a formal masquerade ball. Thoughts so far:

he'd want to wear something that accurately reflects who he feels he is, not some random costume. He wears a lot of random costumes. He wants to look like himself.

"who he feels he is" generally means: lots and lots of mouths; radio & music motifs; deer motifs

wants to look classy, not slutty. (Maybe a little slutty but in a classy way.)

an androgynous/gender neutral costume would be cool, but if I can't hit androgynous I'd rather lean toward masculine. I don't particularly want to stick him in a ball gown unless i come up with some idea that's SO perfect for him i've GOT to do it in spite of the fact that it's a ball gown.

the two aesthetics that would fit best are, of course, 1920s-inspired Snazzy-Looking Guy In A Suit, with maybe a little flapper fashion if we want to bend genders a bit; and elaborate Baroque-esque fashion, to fit the aesthetic of Gluttony's royalty. Maybe a bit of Venetian Carnival fashion or some fancier-looking New Orleans Mardi Gras-style fashion, since Mardi Gras aesthetics also fit Alastor's background and Carnival is sort of midway between Mardi Gras and Baroque aesthetics. Anything too modern-looking feels ill-suited to him.

Sticking him in a costume that goes outside of his day-to-day tastes feels ill-suited, too; like, I COULD have him dress up as a fancy cowboy because lol masquerade ur supposed to not look like yourself? but like, this is his big debut into high society. (Probably not really but he wants to feel like it is.) Even in costume he wants something that reflects his motifs.

I like the idea of him having like fifty mouths, and carefully putting lipstick on all of them. But "lots of mouths" alone does not a costume make. If I go with that it has to be incorporated with the rest of his outfit harmoniously, not just a trait by itself that doesn't have any relation to the rest of his costume.

maybe he has some kind of full mask on? So you can't see his face at all? Then he talks out of his other mouths instead (and also uses them to eat because by god this is a party in the Gluttony ring). But then the next question is what kind of mask. Comedy face maybe?

maybe a "mask" that looks like a full sized deer head? idk if that's his style though, he doesn't usually go for the full anthro look. Maybe a deer skull?

he's probably not gonna wanna look like he's eight months pregnant while at the ball (both so he can move better and because idk which other muns don't want to deal with that sdfgh). I think it might be a neat idea if he has a costume in an "open" and "closed" state, so that when it's "open" you can see his body but when it's "closed" he's largely concealed, so that he can take breaks from shapeshifting away his belly bump and relax—because at this point it's hard for him to maintain shapeshifting it away for more than an hour or two at a time. I'm thinking like maybe a cape he can clasp in the front? Or maybe a short cape that goes down to around his hips? kind of like those 1950s maternity smocks that are just sort of a straight tent shaped from the shoulders down?

he might be able to go a bit more monstrous than usual. Digitigrade legs? Sharper claws?

If he's gonna have a lot of mouths and if that's gonna be a centerpiece of his costume it would make sense if that's, like, a highlighted feature of his look, but i can't think of a way to do that except "gem-studded tongue piercings and grillz," which seems kind of silly? And also, really hard to pull off in the usual canon-based cartoony art style i do, since that would take a lot of tiny close-up details (and that level of detail also wouldn't be reflected in the rest of the look.)

what if he like. wears a pearl necklace. But not perfectly round pearls, the weird-shaped ones. What if it looks like dripping cum. You know. Because he's a slut. Slutty pearl necklace. That might not be how he sees himself IN TOTAL but that's who he (currently) is IN PART.

Radio face mask? Speaker mouth and dial eyes? Weird sideways-slitted deer eyes?

cape that on the inside is an empty void with a bunch of mouths? It's a cool visual but I'd rather the mouths be on Alastor himself

if he has a cape it might look neat if he's topless under it—maybe wearing some kind of fancy-looking body harness? Like I've seen ones made out of lace. It would give him a hint of sluttiness while still looking upper-class, if movie stars can go to red carpet events in sheer shirts and fancy lingerie then Alastor can go to a masquerade ball that way. Plus it would be something he wouldn't have to unbutton or magic away if he decides to un-shapeshift his belly. The main downside is, like, it doesn't feel very Alastor, does it? It fits the sexy persona he puts on but it doesn't necessarily fit HIM

is that all i can think of? It might be all i can think of. It's a whole lot of "well these are the kinds of things i want the costume to do" and not a whole lot of "here are actual ideas for what it could look like."

Sticking him in a costume that goes outside of his day-to-day tastes feels ill-suited, too; like, I COULD have him dress up as a fancy cowboy because lol masquerade ur supposed to not look like yourself? but like, this is his big debut into high society. (Probably not really but he wants to feel like it is.) Even in costume he wants something that reflects his motifs.

[imaginedreamwrite]

Day 1 - Jefferson LMF debating on a group thing or just making you stand out, either way, a few of the alphas hate the idea of dressing up until reader gives them those puppy eyes and pouts a little, rushing away to help Jefferson with plans.

Day 1 — plan your Halloween costume

Jefferson had commanded the room with his presence and the stalwart seriousness that had often shrouded him in a domineering light. It had been exactly three weeks before Halloween, and the annual party your parents had thrown had now fallen to you.

And given what you were already dealing with, Jefferson and Ari had insisted you hired a planner to handle everything for you. With the pressure off to deal with the little things, Jefferson had conveyed with the party planner the theme for you and your alphas costumes, and had begun telling you for preparation.

“I’m not listening to any complaints.” Jefferson had begun the meeting with a strongly worded statement, and a quickly fired heady stare toward Curtis, Bucky and Nick.

“Do I have the right to veto your choices?” You raised your hand and spoke from your place between Ari and Andy, halfway resting on the two of their laps.

Your question hung in the air, genuinely making Jefferson take pause before his covered photographs that he had set up on stands behind him. He had tilted his head to the side with his eyes narrowed every so slightly in your direction, a moment of silence hovering over the pack.

“No.” Jefferson had finally spoke with clarity, and then he had pulled the covering over the designs and photographs of his vision.

As the cloth had fallen, you had immediately taken in the scene he painted out in front of you all. The style of the heavily beaded dress and fringe that fell to the models knees was creating an aesthetic of vintage flair and sophistication. The art-deco detailing of the beads running up the skirt and the torso had almost told a story in of itself, and it was breathtaking.

“The roaring ‘20s, the era of flapper dresses and sophistication-“

“It was also an era that saw an economical disaster among other things.” Nick quipped coolly, ignoring Jefferson’s digging, dirty look.

“We’re all dressing up and our centrepiece is Y/N-“

“If I don’t want to go-“ you tried protesting again, raising your hand in question.

“You’re going, I’ve already started working on your dress. As our mob leader and breathtaking alpha-“

“So…” you cut him off again, slowly sitting up and overtaking Andy’s lap, “we’re in the mob, dressing up like we’re in the mob in the 1920s?”

“Flare and fun, sugar.” Jefferson crooned, walking toward you to slowly clamp his hand over your mouth. “You might be the boss but if you don’t shut your pretty lips, I’ll put them to work.”

“Sexism, that’s the spirit Jefferson.” Curtis clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, bored out of his mind like Nick was.

“Flapper dress! Clean cut suits!” Jefferson cut them off with a groan of frustration, clearly annoyed. “Just…show up for fittings. Now you can go.”

[longitudinalwaveme]

Theater Stories: Our Costume Designer

My brother, my sister, and I are all involved in the theater, to varying degrees. Though we got a bit of a late start (I was 15 in my first official production), we had done plenty of unofficial playacting with my grandparents (the scripts being provided mainly by me), and, as such, we adjusted quite well to official stage performances. 

Most of our shows are produced by a local theater group called The Schoolhouse of Music. It’s mostly children’s theater (the “mostly” being because college kids like me, who started acting there earlier, can still participate if they want to do so.) In spite of this fact, we have an amazing costume designer, whose name is Ms. Combs. 

Here’s the plays that at least one of us has done with Schoolhouse of Music so far:

The Wizard of Oz (my sister as the Doorkeeper in Oz)

The Addams Family (all three of us as ghosts, and my sister as one of three five-foot-tall female soprano Lurches)

Shrek (my sister as the Dragon and my brother as Lord Farquad)

Beauty and the Beast (me as the Enchantress, my sister as the Wardrobe, and my brother as Gaston)

Grease (my brother as Eugene and my sister as Cha-Cha)

101 Dalmatians Jr. (my brother as either Horace or Jasper-can’t remember which)

Miracle on 34th Street (my brother and I were in the ensemble; I was also a nurse, a mom, and the Baliff for the courtroom scenes) 

The Jungle Book (my brother as Baloo) 

Les Miserables (my brother as Thenadier) 

Mary Poppins (my brother as Burt) 

The Lion King Jr. (my brother as Mufasa) 

Into the Woods (my brother as Cinderella’s Prince) 

Newsies (my brother as Crutchie) 

Peter Pan (my brother as Captain Hook) 

Descendants (my sister as Mal, my brother as Jay and Jafar, and me as Maleficent and Belle) 

The Best Christmas Pageant Ever (Sam as Bob, me as Helen Armstrong) 

Ms. Combs’ costuming has been excellent for all of them. 

Sam and I are also currently rehearsing for Willy Wonka Jr. I’m Ms. Teavee, and he’s Willy Wonka. I don’t know what the costumes for it are going to look like yet. 

Anyway, one of the things that makes Ms. Combs’ costuming so good is her surprising fidelity to historical accuracy in terms of costumes, accessories, hair, and even makeup. Here’s a rundown of the plays I’ve been in. 

The Addams Family: Most of the costumes for this one weren’t super interesting, since Lurch just wears a suit and we were ensemble members the rest of the time. My costume was a Medieval-style Halloween costume in black and red, but treated in such a way that all the colors were washed out (to make me look more like a ghost), and she added some lace to the bottom of the dress to make it look longer (and tattered, since I was a ghost). I also had a flower headband. Really, the most complicated part of my costume was the makeup (my hands and face had to be white, and my eyes had to have black circles around them) and my hair (we had to use hairspray to make it look white). My brother, whose costume was basically white clothing and a sailor hat (since he was a sailor ghost), was in a similar boat. My sister, who, in addition playing Lurch, was also a Flapper Ghost, had the same make-up requirements, wore a flapper-style dress that might have been a Halloween costume....and actual 1920s period gloves! That was pretty cool. 

Beauty and the Beast: Obviously, since it’s a Disney play, historical accuracy wasn’t as big a deal for this one, but Ms. Combs still did good work. My brother, being Gaston, basically wore the same costume throughout (it was close to what Gaston wore in the movie). For some reason he never wore a wig, though, resulting in a Gaston with short, blonde hair. My sister, who was the wardrobe, had a 18th-century style wig, a huge dress with a hoop skirt, and then had to wear the wardrobe piece on top of that. It was so big that she actually got stuck backstage at one point during rehearsels. While I had a very nice costume as one of the Villagers in the ensemble, the more interesting costume I wore was as the Enchantress. 

When I went onstage as the Enchantress, I was wearing, in order: my theater changing clothes, the skirt I wore as the Villager (since I had to change into that costume really fast), a long red dress, a black-and-white overlayer that was really heavy (since it had rhinestones on it), and a black cape that was used when the Enchantress was disguising herself as an old lady. It was a little hard to move around in, but it looked REALLY cool. 

Miracle on 34th Street: This play is set in the 1940s, so for much of the play I was wearing a black-and-white checked dress that I really liked (it was what I wore in my speaking part as a child’s mother). I also wore a nurse’s uniform (for my scene as a nurse), and put a black jacket on over the dress when I played the bailiff. I don’t really remember Sam’s part much at all, mainly because his main song got cut and so he didn’t get to do much. What I do remember is tripping over Santa’s sleigh backstage.

Descendants: My sister was Mal, and she had a number of costumes. The leather jacket was the coolest one though, especially since it really looked like the one in the movie. She also had to wear a purple wig. Sam’s Jay and Jafar costumes were a little similar looking, but they both looked good, too. He didn’t have to wear a wig, meaning we had a strangely blonde Jay. As Belle, I had three yellow dresses, with the one at the end being my favorite since it looked exactly like the one she wore in the ballroom scene from Beauty and the Beast. I also had two crowns. As Maleficent, I wore a purple dress with long sleeves under what appeared to be a Maleficient Halloween costume (based on her appearance in Sleeping Beauty). Ms. Combs also added some feathers at the neck and wrists. I also got to wear horns that seemed to be based on the ones from the 2014 Maleficent movie, and I got makeup that actually made me look a lot like Maleficent (just wearing glasses). It was a really cool costume (even if the horns of the headpiece kept getting caught on things). 

The Best Christmas Pageant Ever: This play is set in 1960, so Ms. Combs leaned heavily into the designs from the era. My brother, who wore a suit for most of the play as Bob, the husband of the lead character, slicked his hair back in the 1950s style. (He also wore a bathrobe for the pageant itself). I played Mrs. Armstrong (functionally the main antagonist), and I had three outfits: a blue one, with a corresponding blue hat, a gown (which I wore in the scenes where I was in the hospital), and a red dress (with a corresponding red hat). I loved all three of these outfits. The hats were actually from the 1950s, as was the jewelry I wore, and when the costume gloves that the other older girls were wearing were too big for me, she also gave me period gloves (which did fit, because I have tiny hands). It made me really nervous, but it was really cool. She also styled my hair (as well as the other high school girls’ and college women’s hair) in 1950s styles, and even made sure that we wore our makeup in the way that women did in the 1950s. There’s a reason Ms. Combs’ costuming is one of the best parts of our performances .

Thank you, Ms. Combs.

[tanjamikaelson]

LOVE FOR ETERNITY - PART 69

MASTERLIST

PART 69: | MIDNIGHT |

Natali barely had any sleep and with first sunbeams that came through their window, she decided to get out of bed.

  - Where do you think that you're going?" Kol says as he grabs her hand to stop her from leaving the bed.

  - "We should get up, Kol." Natali says and turns to look at him.

  - "No, we shouldn't. We should just stay in bed." Kol replies and pulls her towards him.

Natali falls onto him, her head was on his chest and Kol wrapped his arm around her so that he was sure she won't leave.

  - "You know I have to deal with my sister." Natali tells him.

  - "I'm sure she can wait a little longer." Kol says, "Maybe like another thousand years."

  - Natali laughs, "I know where you're going with this." she then turns her head to look at him, "You don't like the idea of me forgiving her." 

  - "You're right. I don't." Kol tells her, "She doesn't deserve that."

  - "But it's for your sake. I just need to find out what she knows about a weapon that can kill you." Natali told him.

  - "I can take care of myself." Kol replies quickly without thinking it through.

  - Natali raises her eyebrow at him, "Oh, really? Sorry for not wanting you to die." she says and tries to move from him, but he doesn't let her.

  - "I didn't mean it like that." Kol says, "I know everyone we know will die if they get that weapon, but Klaus and Elijah will handle it."

  - "I will not let them deal with my sister. She is mine to take care of and I'll kill her if it's needed." Natali told him firmly, her decision was final.

  - Kol sighs, "We should have stayed in Saint Tropez."

  - "Tell me about it." Natali agreed with him.

A little while later both of them finally got out of bed and had a shower, then they walked downstairs to their club. Eric was already behind the bar, making them drinks.

  - “I heard you two are about to come down, so I’ve made you bloody Mary, for breakfast.” Eric tells them and smiles.

  - “Thank you, Eric.” Natali says and takes her drink.

  - “What’s this?” Kol asks as he picks up a box that was on a bar.

  - “Someone left that in front of the club. It’s for you two.” Eric told them.

Kol opens it and there was just an envelope with Renée’s name on it.

  - Kol takes the envelope and looks at Natali, “It’s from your sister.”

Natali takes it from him and opens it, in the envelope, there was a Strix's business cards. On the back, there was a message: "7041 ST. CHARLES AVE. MIDNIGHT".

  - “I guess we’re going to a party tonight.” Natali stated.

⚜ �� ⚜ ✡ ⚜ ✡

On the table are a dozen lit white candles, a smoking sage smudge-stick and a map, while a spindle hangs from the chandelier and points Venice on the map. In each of Natali's hands are various multi-colored crystals and there are several other tables and candelabrum full of lit candles as well. After a moment, Natali, with her eyes closed reaches over and picks up a shot glass full of dark liquor before downing it in one gulp. 

The alcohol activates her spell, allowing her to astral project to a hotel in Venice. When she opens her eyes, she is sitting at a table and she smiles affectionately at Rebekah, who is sitting across from her in her human body and has just finished a shot of alcohol of her own.

  - “This is better than texts or video chat.” Rebekah remarked.

  - “I wish you could come to New Orleans.” Natali told her.

  - “Well, I could but no one allows me to do so.” Rebekah says, she was annoyed because everyone thought it’s for the best if she stays far away from New Orleans.

  - “We’re right. You’re too fragile in the human body.” Natali says.

  - “I finally have a life that I wanted, I’m not going back to my original body.” Rebekah points out.

  - “Okay, I didn’t even tell you that.” Natali says in defense.

  - “I know.” Rebekah says, “Anyway, so your sister is alive, huh?”

  - Natali takes another shot, “Yeah, she is.”

  - “How are you handling that?” Rebekah asked.

  - “Okay, for now. Something bad is going to happen because of her, I know that.” Natali told her, “She invited us to Strix party tonight.”

  - “And you are going?” Rebekah asked.

  - “Of course I’m going. I need to see what she wants.” Natali says.

  - “Keep your eyes wide open.” Rebekah tells her and lifts her glass.

  - “Always.” Natali smiles and lifts her glass in a toast before they each drink their shot. Doing so returns Natali's astral form to her physical body.

⚜ ✡ ⚜ ✡ ⚜ ✡

The Strix's party is in full swing, complete with formally-dressed members wearing masquerade masks and burlesque dancers dressed in the style of the flappers of the 1920s. There are humans in attendance as well, most of whom are being fed on by the various members of The Strix. As soon as Kol and Natali entered the room all eyes were on them. Since the party was for the members of the Strix who were Elijah’s sire line everyone wondered why the two of them came. 

Quickly after they walked in Renée approached them giving them two glasses of champagne, then she tapped her glass to gather the attention of the guests.

   - When everyone turned towards them Renée began speaking, “Welcome everyone. I probably don’t need to introduce Natali, most of you heard about her, someone of you may even know her, but no one knows this..” she paused for a moment before saying, “She is my sister."

Every vampire in the room was surprised to hear that.

 - "Adopted sister." Natali added.

 - "Yes, adopted sister." Renée confirms.

 - "Renée waited a thousand years to tell you that and to tell me that she is alive." Natali told them.

 - Renée smiles, “I love to make a good entrance.” after that everyone continued to do their thing and the three of them were still talking, “I was surprised you two even came.” she told them.

 - “We wouldn’t miss this for the world.” Kol says with a touch of sarcasm in his voice.

Just then Tristan made his arrival to the gathering known and Renée excuses herself to go and join him in his speech. 

Natali and Kol were looking around the room not caring to listen to Tristan when they saw Elijah and Hayley standing next to the bar. They walked towards them and heard Hayley saying, “These vampires are ancient. How is Marcel supposed to beat one of them?”

  - “And I was wondering how did you beat the curse?” Natali asked, turning their attention towards them.

  - “Davina actually did that.” Hayley replied.

  - “Davina.. haven’t seen her in a long time.” Natali remarked.

  - “That’s for the best I suppose.” Hayley tells her.

  - Natali smiles, “Maybe we should pay her a visit. I heard she’s a regent now.” 

  - “If you touch her you’re gonna have to deal with me.”Hayley threatens.

  - Natali laughs, “And what are you gonna do? Bite me?”

  - “I think that’s enough, if you’ll excuse us.” Elijah says and takes Hayley by her hand so that they can walk away.

  - “Care for a dance?” Kol asked her and held out his hand.

Natali took his hand and Kol leads her to the dance floor. She placed her hands around his neck and his hands were around her waist to pull her closer, she smiled as they started to move. 

  - “What do you think Renée is playing by introducing you as her sister?” Kol questioned.

  - “I’m not sure.” Natali replied, “I’ll have to talk to her alone, but not tonight.”

They stopped dancing when Klaus and Lucien entered the room, with a large group of women wearing Halloween costumes. 

Klaus howls drunkenly like a wolf as Lucien and the women all laugh happily, attracting the attention of everyone in the room to the point where everyone stops what they're doing and stare at the gate-crashers.

  - “What a beloved occasion.” Klaus shouted.

  - “My God, it's a room full of Elijah’s.” Lucian mocked, everyone could tell they’re all wasted.

  - Klaus has his arms thrown around the women's shoulders and is drunkenly leaning against them, “I had that exact same nightmare once!��

The group all laughs hysterically as Lucien turns to one of the women, who is dressed in a fuchsia corset and matching bobbed wig and whose identity is concealed by a black mask.

  - “Go and grab us a drink, love! Feel free to fetch one for yourself.” Lucian tells her. 

  - “One for me, please!” Klaus slurred, “And one for her, and her, and her, and her..”

The woman in pink turns to fetch drinks and Natali was suspicious that it was actually Freya under a mask.

  - “Tristan? Tristan! Come out, come out, wherever you are! Unless, of course, you're afraid!” Lucian and Klaus shouted. 

  - Tristan heads straight for Klaus and Lucien and gives them a patronizing smile, “You should, uh, move along. You're not welcome here.”

  - “Oh. Oh, okay. We're-we're not welcome here..” Klaus says and plucks a champagne flute from the nearest serving platter before walking up to Tristan and slurs drunkenly at him, “Or maybe you should move along before I make you cry in front of all your little friends!” he ended his statement with a laugh.

  - “My concern is for your companions. They appear out of sorts without a shiny pole to writhe upon.” Tristan deadpanned. 

  - Lucien looks over at the woman dressed as a skeleton bride, “Ohhhhhh, he's suggesting that you're exotic dancers! Which, to him, is an insult-” he then gestures toward the burlesque dancers who have stopped working in favor of watching the drama unfold, “If not hypocritical. But, don't take it personally, love. He finds all work demeaning. The only dignified way to accumulate wealth is by birth.” He smiles at Tristan and leans forward, extending his index finger and tapping Tristan on the end of the nose, “Boop!”

Klaus can't resist laughing hysterically at this.

  - “Lucian, can I ask you nicely to leave?” Renée says, taking a step forward, she now stood in front of Tristan.

  - “Oh love, I was deeply hurt when I haven’t received your invitation to this party.” Lucian tells her.

  - “You’re not part of this sire line. You and Klaus can make your own party elsewhere.” Renée told him.

  - “We’re not the only ones.” Lucian replied as he glanced towards Natali, Kol, Hayley.

  - “Niklaus.” Klaus turns in an ungraceful manner to try to find the source of the voice until finally realizing that Elijah is coming from the opposite direction. Elijah eventually walks toward him until they're standing side-by-side.

  - “What is it?” Klaus asks.

  - Elijah rolls his eyes, “Oh, you're hammered. Which should come as very little surprise to anyone here, but it does hamper the festivities somewhat. So, could I recommend that you find the nearest exit?”

  - “Just..” Klaus whispers.

  - “Yes, and could you take your playthings with you, too?” Elijah says patiently.

Klaus shoves his champagne glass into Elijah's hands before staggering farther into the ballroom.

  - "You know, I used to find it insulting that I was barred from your special little club. But now, I realize that I lack the flexibility to become a member - I could never get my head far enough up my own ass.” Klaus bowls dramatically and laughs, while Tristan and Elijah exchange annoyed glances. Lucien and their companions are delighted by Klaus' behavior. Klaus walks back over to Elijah and takes the glass from his hand before downing the rest of the champagne in one gulp and handing it back to him. Afterward, Klaus makes a disgusted face at Tristan and remarks on the champagne, “Cheap.” then he turns to address Lucien and the others, “Come on. Let's go. This party's dead anyway.”

  - “See you later, love.” Lucian says to Renée before they all turn to leave, howling and laughing loudly as they do so.

  - Natali pulls Kol to the side, “Let’s go after them.”

  - “Why?” Kol asked in confusion.

  - “I think Freya was with them. They’re up to something.” Natali tells him.

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They went to the compound and in the courtyard, they’ve found Lucien, who was sitting next to his witch Alexis on the couch, while Freya is standing close to them.

  - “Freya, you’ve been with them at the party, didn’t you?” Natali asks.

  - At the sound of her voice, Freya turns towards them, “Yes, they kidnapped Lucian’s witch.” she tells them and they all look towards the couch.

  - “If looks could kill.” Lucian remarks when he saw how Kol was glaring at him.

  - “Oh, if you insist, there is a lot of ways I could kill you.” Kol threatens in a low voice.

  - “Kol, can you leave that for later?” Natali asked him.

Kol just rolls his eyes and walks towards a table where he found a bottle of whiskey.

  - “What’s going on between you and Renée?" Natali asked Lucian. After their talk at the party, she had a feeling there’s more going on between them.

  - “Why would you think there’s anything between us?” Lucian says.

  - “See you later, love?” Natali reminds him of what he said.

  - “It was a figurative speech.” Lucian replies.

  - “Are you sure? You knew she was alive all this time and you never told me.” Natali tells him, “Why?”

  - “Because she told me not to tell you.” Lucian says.

  - “I didn’t know you listen to her orders.” Natali told him.

Lucian was saved from revealing more to her when Alexis began to wake up. Soon after that Klaus also joined them in the courtyard.

  - “I'm sorry. I hoped I was wrong, Lucien. I really did. But I saw it. I saw him die.” Alexis says and looks over at Klaus who sighs and closes his eyes, not at all happy with this news.

  - “Did you see the weapon?” Lucien asked nervously and Alexis nods in response, “What is it?” he asks.

  - “To understand, it must be seen.”Alexis says quietly.

She smiles weakly at Lucien, who frowns in confusion for a moment as Klaus stares at them both suspiciously. Alexis holds her wrist out to Natali, who sits down next to her on the couch. Lucien stands to his feet and allows Kol to take his seat next to Alexis so he can see the vision as well and she holds out her other wrist to him. Kol and Natali look at each other warily before they each bite into Alexis' offered wrists and begin to feed.

Alexis throws her head back as her eyes roll back into her head as the visions begin. Like the other visions, the first flash is of a page from a grimoire with a spell and several pentacles are written on the parchment. Then, the vision cuts to the dining room of the Mikaelson compound, which is in disarray - it looks like a fight broke out during dinner because the chairs are overturned, broken glasses litter the table and floor, and the plates of food have been scattered over the bunched up tablecloth. There's another flash to Freya dipping her fingers in the bowl of Klaus'/Alexis' blood, and the scene of Elijah's painted portrait in the living room dripping blood. Another flashback of Freya casting the spell to see the visions from Alexis' blood is seen as the pieces of paper with Klaus, Elijah, Rebekah' and Kol’ names written in Elder Futhark Runic script catch on fire. There is then a flash of Lucien's face, which looks serious at first before he smirks smugly. Another flash of the "beast" with extremely long and sharp fangs is seen as well before the vision erupts into flames.

Suddenly Alexis' nose has begun to bleed, and Natali quickly stops feeding on her, looking at the blood on her hands in fright. Kol throws up all the blood he had just drunk onto the floor and Natali looks sick as well as she tries to keep herself from throwing up as well.

  - “Something’s wrong.” Kol says.

  - Natali looks at the others, “Poison!”

Alexis gags before she, too, begins to vomit up a large amount of blood, and Lucien, alarmed, rushes over to Alexis, whose nose and mouth are still bleeding profusely.

  - “No! No!” Lucian continues to say as Alexis weakly falls into Lucien's arms and he desperately tries to wake her.

She falls into Lucien's lap and dies, while Klaus looks both suspicious and concerned regarding what has just happened. Lucien, however, is devastated and furious and scowls as he tries to figure out who did this.

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heyyyy, i hope it’s okay i’m using the main tag for this, but here are a bunch of my OCs!! i used the “lily story” app to sketch out some basic designs. you can see their names if you click on them, and i’ll put more info about them below the read more. please be kind: if i’m infringing on someone else’s design, just let me know and i’ll take it down!

kumquat cookie: she/her; a bit loud/brash, but well-meaning, very very gay for orange cookie and intimidated by lime; plays baseball - baseballs that look like slices of kumquat come from the right side of the screen, if she’s close enough she’ll hit them, clearing obstacles; pet is a baseball bat and occasionally destroys upcoming obstacles

half & half / black & white cookie: she/they; flip-flop personalities, when their eyes & hair look like the image, they are emotionless, almost robotic, but very precise and orderly, when her eyes turn black & her hair switches so her ponytail is white, she lets go and has fun, though it’s at the cost of her precision; in the first form, they run much slower but automatically jump over holes in the levels as well as take less damage from obstacles, in the second form, she deals twice as many destruction points but takes twice as much damage from obstacles and plays kinda like purple yam in berserk mode is a bit slipperier with the jump/run buttons; their pet is a piece from the board game “go,” not sure about anything else beyond that

twix cookie: she/her; very owo and XD culture, loves to have flappy sweaterpaws, surprisingly really likes heavy metal; the sticky caramel added to her dough makes everything (blast jelly/giant potion/magnet/etc) last longer; the word twix is an amalgamation of “twin biscuit sticks,” so her pet is a pair of biscuit sticks, not sure about anything else beyond that

tomato cookie: she/her; elegant, emotionally distant to protect herself from other cookies saying she isn’t a real fruit cookie (she really loves cheesecake cookie, since she invites everyone to her parties); a “cherry tomato jelly” will appear occasionally, collecting it turns basic jellies to “tomato slice jellies,” and collecting enough of those to fill her bar transports her to a place similar to sparkling cookie’s, where obstacles are turned to “tomato slice jellies”; her pet is a leaf of lettuce, not sure about anything else beyond that

blueberry cookie: she/her; blackberry’s younger sister, very bubbly, desperately wants her sisters to let loose; she takes care of the pets of the same ~mysterious~ employer blackberry works for, so every now and then “treat jellies” pop up, and when she’s collected enough, pet care items like leashes/collars/food and water bowls get dropped and give mega bonus points if collected; her pet is a blueberrybird, not sure about anything else beyond that

elderberry cookie: she/her; blackberry’s older sister, a wallflower desperate to not be noticed, intelligent and studious; she’s a librarian for the same employer as her sisters, so “book jellies” will take the place of basic jellies at intervals, and if you collect a certain number, she’ll “reshelve” them and gain some energy back; her pet is an elderflower bookmark, not sure about anything else beyond that

boysenberry cookie: she/her; blackberry’s older cousin, curious and excitable, “ready for her close-up,” embodies the 1920s flapper (the coat is meant to be a much lighter cardigan); when she runs, the background music is jazzy, and when she collects enough “film jellies” (as in pieces of rolls of film) the color scheme goes sepia-toned, the basic jellies turn into “film jellies,” and the more she collects, the longer the sepia-tone segment lasts; her pet is an old-timey projector, might work similar to spotlight fan, not sure about anything else beyond that

cloudberry cookie: he/they; eager, short fuse, ready to prove himself in any way they can; plays soccer(/football) - a ball comes from the right side of the screen, and he kicks it in a series of volleys that ends with him missing a ball or running out of time; pet is a penalty card, and it changes colors, but not sure about anything else beyond that **the blacks in the outfit should actually be a darkish peach color!

black licorice cookie: she/her; …i’ll be honest, i only have her design. i have no idea what she would do or what her pet would be. ideas are welcome!

sweetarts cookie: she/they; she skips in her running animation, she has a much more wicked sense of humor than anyone expects but has an angelic giggle, no one has ever seen her with her eyes open; “tart jellies” that look like sweetarts appear in color order (red/pink, yellow, green, blue, purple) and collecting them creates a puff of “sweet mini jellies”; their pet is an empty wrapper, and it will occasionally scoop up jellies its cookie missed, giving twice as many points as the jellies would have normally given

thyme cookie: she/her; she’s a work in progress, and i mostly just want her to exist so she can have costumes of parsley, sage, and rosemary because i’m a nerd

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Gotham Season 4B Trailer Breakdown

So I was going through the trailer frame by frame, as you do, and I have some thoughts/theories:

So Bruce is breaking the suit out again. I think it’s going to take place post-vision where he sees his Darkness™ personified. I’m really hoping he gets over this angsty stage and spends like three months apologizing to Alfred.

Further evidence of some kind of mind-whammy changing Bruce’s perspective. The speaking over this is Bruce explaining to Jim that he thinks he’s seen who he really is. I’ve been saying for a bit now that S4 is really laying the groundwork for who Bruce and Co. become later on, and I think this is a big moment. Also, it looks like they’ve got David in the same outfit as the earlier screenshot, so I’m willing to bet that this all takes place post-Bruce’s vision.

We’ve got Jim and Barbara in what I think is her club. There are some people dancing in the right of the next frame. The decor here looks similar to what I can remember the Artemis as looking, but I think we’ve seen enough of Barbara’s penchant for old-timey, almost art-deco furniture and fashion to assume that this is her club. Her outfit has a very similar vibe, very 1920′s flapper aesthetic. I’m willing to bet Jim is asking for her help with something he can’t get on his own, whether he’s outfoxed or he just needs her to do something illegal for him.

Jim and who looks to be Harper are at a crime scene here. We can’t tell much about the victim, but Jim’s holding an evidence bag and their face looks pretty torn up. I don’t want to go out on a limb and say Jerome yet, because from what I can tell he’s still in Arkham. I’m thinking this is the mystery Jim goes to Barbara about.

Jim’s threatening Sofia, and I have a feeling a good portion of 4b is going to be him trying to get her off his back. I see no immediate change in Sofia’s goals at the moment; I think she’ll be trying to consolidate her power in Gotham, which is what makes Jim going to Barbara so curious. I wonder if they’ll have a moment where he plays on her pride and asks if she’ll let someone lord over her or something in that vein.

We’ve got an enraged Lee on our hands here. The ‘Heavy Hitters’ poster on the wall, as well as just the set in general and the fact that Sofia’s walking into a room while Lee waits, tells me we’re in Lee’s territory in the Narrows. Sofia’s also got her gloating face on, and Lee’s very visibly upset and threatening her. I think the bad blood here is tied to Sofia gaining complete control over Gotham. I don’t know if she’s refusing to have other gangs around acting as viziers like we’ve seen before, so she wants Lee gone, or if Lee’s people love her too much, or Lee’s just being stubborn about something, but I think Sofia’s done something horrible. Knowing Lee and her weaknesses, Sofia’s probably done something cruel to the poor people in the Narrows and now Lee’s being a protective mama bear.

Jim and Lucius are exiting a store, you can’t quite tell here but it has a clown and the name KRANK on the window, so I’m thinking something Jerome-related. Jim’s obviously distressed though, as he’s reaching for his gun.

My baby girl is peering into a window here. The stairs look a little wooden to be a fire escape, but you tell by the window frame and that the curtain is closer to the camera that she’s on the outside. Very similar lighting/colour palette to the apartment we see her and Ivy in later, but then Gotham does love its shadowy grays.

A burning mask. Looks practically identical to Bruce’s but it’s white. I don’t know why but it’s giving me some Court of Owls vibes, but I doubt the two are related at all. White tends to be coded as the colour of innocence and purity, so it might be tied to Bruce’s vision/representative of him embracing his darkness.

The second screenshot is from a bit earlier, but they have very similar gold set design/GCPD officers running around, which you see a lot in this trailer. Some catastrophe is happening, no clue if it’s Ivy or Jerome related or someone else wreaking havoc. Bruce has a very ‘oh shit’ expression (props again to David Mazouz, he and Camren Bicondova are so talented at such a young age), so I wonder if he’s going to break out some vigilante justice and we’ll get to see proto-Batman and Jim interact.

THE KIDS ARE BACK TOGETHER AND MY HEART IS FILLED WITH JOY. Ahem, so, Selina’s asking Bruce for his help, and he’s looking pretty receptive. I really think whatever vision he goes through takes place very early in the season, if not the first episode. If he was still in Billionaire-Brat mode I don’t think he’d be as willing to hear Selina out (plus the tail end of 4A wasn’t very focused on him and his development, so I think to make up for it we’re going to get a lot from him right out of the gate. @the Gotham writers please have Selina be like ‘what the actual fuck’ when Bruce tells her Alfred’s gone.) Their posture is halfway between open and closed off; they’ve got their arms extended between them with ‘let’s make a deal’ fists, but they’re both leaning forward towards each other. Also, it sounds like they’re making up?

So this scene literally reduced me to incoherency (please tell me the first two shots are them giving each other the side-eye like ‘we’re gonna fuck shit up?’, ‘yeah we’re gonna fuck shit up’, boom, action scene) and I had to go back and rewatch it like a million times over, but the children are officially back to kicking ass and taking names together. I’m willing to bet this is what Selina needs help with, and the set makes me think that this is a fence, what with all the antiquated knick-knacks kicking around. Maybe Selina lost an important item, or someone stole from her, or this is related to an overarching plot we can’t see yet? Either way, my soul is healed. And if that ‘cup your jaw, hand dragging down your chest as I walk away’ move wasn’t the most BATCAT thing I have yet to see on this show. AND THEY’RE SMILING. Well Selina definitely is, Bruce looks a little more wistful, or kind of like ‘oh shit she’s getting under my skin again’.

We’re getting our first good look at Jerome and Oswald! It looks like Jerome’s built up his own little gang at Arkham, and he’s demanding Oswald make him laugh. The lighting/set looks pretty different in the last two screenshots, so I think it’s at a later date, but I could be wrong. Jerome’s costume is a bit altered though, his shirt is on and buttoned before. It looks like Jerome has got some kind of gladiatorial ring on the go here, and during their fight he’s got a hammer while Oswald is fighting bare-fisted. It looks as though Oswald wins, and the set-up makes me think it’s some kind of fight for respect or power. I’m excited to see what Jerome’s got going on this season, as he’s being played to perfection by Cameron Monaghan as per usual.

And we get to see Ivy! They’ve recast Maggie Geha, and I will miss her until the day I die. (Peyton List is a great actress though.) She’s looking pretty badass, the sweater seems like a callback to Clare Foley’s Ivy. It looks like she’s got her full-on powers nowadays, and the man it looks like she was feeding off of is wearing what seems to me like a GCPD uniform, might explain why Jim’s got an APB (basically a modern wanted poster) out for her. That bottle on the shelf to her left shows up later in the trailer, interestingly enough.

The decor of the apartment she’s breaking into gives me Barbara vibes, and it seems to have similar lighting as the earlier shot of Selina looking through that window, as well as when we see her and Ivy talk later. I have a feeling she’s looking for Selina/wants Selina to leave Tabby and Barbara to join her. And Ivy’s cracked at this point, the trailer description says she’s looking to make Gotham her green paradise, so I think Selina will have a ‘wtf no’ moment.

And here we find Selina’s ‘wtf no’ moment. I think she’ll go along with Ivy in the beginning out of fondness/nostalgia, but I think Ivy’s going to be on the kind of crazy kick Selina can’t condone. I think we’re really going to start seeing Selina’s moral greyness, and possibly the more altruistic, ‘good guy’ side of her. Knowing Ivy this is a part of her ‘kill all people who harm the ecosystem’ schtick.

Ed! He still looks decidedly un-Riddlerish. He’s delivering one of the funnier lines, “oh that is so Gotham.” I think that this is about whatever crime he came to Babs about, and now he’s there to talk to either Ed or Lee. Either that or he’s looking for their help to boot Sofia out of the criminal underworld.

Ivy and the girls at what looks like the nightclub. Babs is still wearing the same dress as when she was talking to Jim. These are two very differently placed shots though, the first isn’t a reaction, Selina’s standing in different places. Same dress, however, so the same night/thread of scenes. Ivy’s probably there either to ask for their help with her grand plan, or to retrieve Selina.  

Bruce is again, sadly, wearing a turtleneck and a blazer. Tragic. He looks like he’s giving a press conference or something though, and this shot flashes as Ivy says “you have no idea what’s really going on at your company, do you?” So there’s some business intrigue going on with Wayne Enterprises, and this is probably Bruce making a ballsy move or trying to assess what’s on the go.

Speaking of, here’s that discussion. I think whatever hidden motive Ivy’s got going on is tied to whatever what’s on the go with Wayne Enterprises. I also think that Ivy’s got some kind of weird superpower going on, and this is where Bruce gets mind-whammied with his vision. I can’t see another reason for her to kiss him, (which I lowkey feel kind of weird about as a sixteen-year-old? Like art is art, and I’m sure everyone consented and jazz, but I don’t know it gives me the creepy crawlies) unless she’s compelling him to do something for her/give her something/tell her information.

So these look pretty different from the other shots of Bruce’s vision, and I think they might be separate. I think at least one of them is Ivy-related, and I’d put my money on this one. We see Ra’s with his dagger, dressed pretty strangely. I think the second shot is Bruce being tugged into the vision, and Ra’s is doing the tugging because you can see that he’s wearing the same pair of black leather gloves in both shots, and they have a similar red, wispy outline. I think Bruce’s vision is going to have him confront killing Ra’s, and openly face his darker parts. I think Jim and Selina are going to play a big role there, as they’re two very morally gray characters and Jim reminds Bruce in the beginning of the trailer that he isn’t alone.

So Bruce’s vision is kind of divided into three, the first one with Ra’s, now this part where he’s standing in an alley and is pounced upon by the same dark, masked figure we see later. The lighting is similar enough between the second and last portions of the vision that I can see them being the same scene, with the transition probably happening as we see the figure jump on Bruce.

So here we have the bulk of Bruce’s vision, with the dark figure informing him that he is “the one you cannot escape, the one you cannot kill.” I don’t know if this is related to Ra’s (snide ‘you can’t kill me’ remark) or if it’s the metaphysical embodiment of the darker side of Bruce, or if it’s similar to the creepy old monk guy (whose name I headcanon as Dante, bc A) that’s just a cool name for a monk, and B) the actor plays President Dante on The 100) where Bruce is getting his mind manipulated again. Time will tell.

We’ve got Ivy and Lucius! She’s got a bottle of some green, glowy thing. Might’ve compelled Lucius to make it for her, might be stealing it, who knows. It looks very similar to a bottle back in her apartment:

They’re not entirely the same, the shape is a little different and the second one has naturally green glass, but I can’t see it being a throwaway detail. Maybe she’s run out of whatever the bottle contains so she needs Lucius to make her more.

It starts to devolve into a montage here, so we’ve got Oswald in a suit and top hat in what looks to be a party setting, and the wavey effect could either be for the montage or to show that it’s a hallucination, and I’m betting on the latter. I think Arkham is going to push him to the limits of his ‘sanity’ all over again. Arkham has always been Oswald’s lowest point, his ‘rock-bottom’.

We’ve got Ed here in his Riddler gear, and the decor/henchman in the back makes me think that this is Sofia’s place. Probably later on in the season, and it looks as though he’s been tortured maybe, what with the blood? It being all over his mouth like that makes me think of Jerome, so it might be connected to him and Oswald somehow.

Jim’s flat on his back in what looks to be a hospital or kitchen setting. Could be a chase, but the intensity/length of the shot makes me feel like he’s in a dire situation. The lighting and set look very similar to this shot of Sofia, as she says “you!” all menacingly. She could be talking to either Jim or someone else who’s attacking them both.

I think this is Lee either in a fight at her place, or just beating the shit out of someone there. The stairs/rest of the set tell us this is her club/fight ring, and she looks pissed as hell. I think it’s related to the earlier situation with Sofia, I can’t see her flying off the handle unless it’s a situation like that.

Harvey’s got his gun back, so I think he returns to the GCPD at some point in 4B. Can’t see it happening off the bat, but it looks like he’s infiltrating Arkham. I think it’ll be either midway through or at the finale of 4B when things with Jerome and Oswald start coming to a head.

So Barbara is spotting Ra’s in the crowd at her club. (Also this is how you can tell Gotham reuses extras bc that girl in the silver, sparkly dress walked in front of Babs and crew earlier in the trailer, but she’s dressed entirely differently so it has to be a new thread of scenes, despite Barbara’s penchant for dramatic costume changes.) Since Ra’s is very, very dead this has to be a hallucination, and I think it’s because Ra’s passed whatever he had been attempting to pass on to Bruce, on to Barbara at Blackgate. I don’t know how Gotham is going to play the Heir to the Demon’s Head thing here, but I’m excited to see what they come up with.

Oswald is out of Arkham, wearing a very warm coat that looks a little frosted over, and pointing a gun. Could have had a run-in with Victor, but you can tell this isn’t a hallucination because he’s wearing his prisoner uniform underneath the coat. Probably later on in 4B.

Ed is looking very unstable, and this is probably the moment where he transitions from Ed back to the Riddler. I’m thinking it’ll be somewhere around mid-way through 4B.

Ivy’s telling Selina here, “let’s make Gotham our bitch,” and the set/lighting looks very similar to when Ivy kicked that door in. I think this is where Selina lives with Tabitha/Barbara, and this is where Ivy tries to rope Selina in on her scheme, and Selina eventually watches her kill that man.

We’ve got Jim talking to who looks like Alfred, right as an explosion occurs. There are too many subplots being thrown around to pinpoint which one might have caused the explosion, but I’m more interested in Alfred and Jim’s conversation. Nine times out of ten if they’re communicating it’s about Bruce, so I think it might be about whatever shady shit is going down at Wayne Enterprises.

Jerome and Oswald again. I’d like to point out while we’re here that Jerome has really started taking on the physical aspects of the Joker, the smile, the gloves, the shoes. He’s asking Oswald to help him find the “crème de la crazy”, and it looks like it’s after their fight since they’re both a little bloodied up.

I really wish the lighting wasn’t like this?? Who is Ivy feeding on? The hair kind of looks like Alfred’s ngl, and I swear if she hurts my son I will pop through the screen and fight her. I’m really curious as to how they’re framing Ivy’s powers here though, it looks like she has full control over plants. 

So that was my ridiculously long analysis of the 4B trailer, it’s looking really great and I can’t wait to see where they take it all. I’ll probably elaborate on specific points in the future, especially when the season starts to pick up, or if I have any sudden epiphanies.

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There's a lot more going on in No, No, Nanette! than most people realize. This first of the genuine classics of musical comedy appeared on Broadway in 1925, with a book by Otto Harbach and Frank Mandel (based on Mandel’s play His Lady Friends), music by Vincent Youmans (then only twenty-six), and lyrics by Irving Caesar (then only twenty-nine) and Harbach. Youmans was hired as the composer only because his mother made a sizeable investment in the show and demanded producer Harry Frazee hire her son, but he proved himself an outstanding composer. Youmans enjoyed the kind of harmonic sophistication and experimentation that only George Gershwin equaled at the time, along with a genuine gift for melody. Built on an old-fashioned, three-act, one-set-per-act structure, the story focused on three couples Jimmy and Sue Smith, Billy and Lucille Early, and the young lovers Tom and Nanette. Because Sue is so tight with the millions Jimmy has made selling Bibles, Jimmy “adopts” three pretty young women and finances their various enterprises. Jimmy, his lawyer Billy, and his niece Nanette all go to Atlantic City to meet the three girls who are now threatening to blackmail Jimmy. Lucille catches Billy with the girls, Tom and the rebellious, looking-to-raise-some-hell Nanette fight, everyone gets confused, and it looks like no one will get a happy ending. But sure enough, everything gets explained and after some hits songs like “Tea for Two” and “I Want to Be Happy,” all is forgiven. (In fact, the majority of Nanette’s score become pop hits.)

This was the music of the jazz age, not of Europe, not of ten years before, but of that very moment in America, music audiences could sing or dance to after the show. This story was about American now. The Act I finale was the kind of extended musical scene that would become commonplace later in the century in shows like Carousel, Into the Woods, and others, but here it was in 1925. Every moment and every song supported the plot and relationships and unlike many shows that had come before it, Nanette had something to say. The show was about money and American greed. Nearly every character in the show had some interesting and/or fucked-up relationship to money. Jimmy was a near-millionaire who loved giving people money just to make them happy, and the three gold-diggers girls were there just to con him into giving them generous handouts. Jimmy’s wife Sue was thrifty and hated the idea of spending money foolishly. Sue’s best friend Lucille was a compulsive shopper, buying things just for the sake of buying them, and to keep her husband on a leash by making him work like crazy to pay her bills. Nanette feels imprisoned because she has no money of her own and thus, no independence. The maid Pauline even had a song early in the show to set up this theme, “Pay Day Pauline” (cut from the revival). Money, Nanette was telling us, is a weapon, a source of power, a prison, and a sure road to victimization. Most interestingly, Jimmy has made his fortune as a Bible publisher, a subtle reminder of the Bible’s admonition that the love of money is the root of all evil. America in 1925 and its rampant consumerism was right there on stage to be laughed at, sure, but also to be slyly and accurately commented upon. But interestingly, this hit show didn’t start on Broadway. It first opened in Detroit in April 1924, then went on to Chicago in May 1924 for a six month run, where it underwent repeated emergency surgery. (Only after its run in Detroit did its songwriting team write the show’s two biggest hits, “Tea for Two” and “I Want to Be Happy.”) Each time the show was changed, the critics were invited back, and each time they liked it a bit more. Still, by the end of the Chicago run, producer H. H. Frazee had lost about $75,000. A second Nanette company was sent to Philadelphia and the eastern seaboard. Another company was sent west. The rights to a London production were sold while it toured and so it opened in London in March 1925, a full six months before its Broadway debut. In fact, it ran longer in London than on Broadway – 665 performances in London, and only 321 performances on Broadway. In April 1926, the show opened in France, with much more spectacle and much more dance. Then the London production toured to Berlin (1926), Vienna (1927), and Budapest (1928). Also in 1927, a few of the same folks put together a completely unrelated sequel called Yes, Yes, Yvette, which ran forty performances (apparently forty more than it deserved). Obviously something in Nanette's subtle but scathing satire connected with audiences, not just in New York, but across the country and around the world.

Nanette was assaulted... oops, I mean revived in 1971, the script ransacked, songs cut, the score fiddled with and clumsily over-orchestrated, the whole thing overproduced and gaudy, but it still ran 861 performances, eclipsing the original production. Sadly, the very funny opening number “Flappers Are We” was cut, along with both songs sung by the wise-cracking maid, Pauline, and much of the satire about Americans’ obsession with money. Nanette had been neutered and it became harmlessly cute nostalgia rather than hilariously sly social commentary. They took what had been an intelligent, well-crafted musical comedy and dumbed it down into what people in the 1970s only thought musicals of the 1920s were like, in the process losing all that was special about the original. The revival's producer Cyma Rubin (nicknamed "the Black Witch" by the Nanette company) had hired the retired Busby Berkeley to both direct and choreograph the show (figuring she could save a salary that way) but he just wasn’t up to it. So he became a "consultant" and Burt Shevelove took over as director. Before long, Shevelove was also writing an entirely new script. Everyone had agreed that the original script just would not do, but Charlie Gaynor, who had been first hired to write the new script, loved the original too much. He barely changed it, infuriating Rubin. So Shevelove now found himself writing a new script at night while he rehearsed the cast during the day, sometimes canceling rehearsals because there literally was no script to rehearse. He began by paring down the original script to its essentials – but that wasn’t as easy as it sounds. And there were more problems. Donald Saddler was called in to choreograph this tap dancing show, but he couldn’t tap dance. Raoul Pene du Bois was designing costumes but didn’t have a script yet. Buster Davis was creating new orchestrations but wasn’t sure which songs would be in the new script. Shevelove explained his intentions to the cast this way: “The world today is not a pretty place. It is filled with terrible news every day of Vietnam, campus riots, pollution, crime, inflation. The audiences that will come to see our show will have heard enough – much too much – about all those things. We must take their minds off these problems and make them concerned only with this: Will Nanette, this innocent little child get her wish and spend a weekend in Atlantic City? Nothing else, nothing else at all, is important. This warm, sunny, lovely little show must be our valentine to the audience.”

But he didn't understand the show he was rewriting. The original Nanette had dealt with more; Nanette and Tom had only been a frame upon which to hang some very insightful satire and social commentary. And Shevelove had also bought into the terrible myth that audiences want escape. They don't. They want connection. That's very different. Also, Nanette was not "this innocent little child," but a young woman who wanted some independence for herself, at a time when many women were craving that -- both in 1925 and in 1971! The revival finally opened, after a very bumpy ride, in January 1971. (Don Dunn’s tell-all book The Making of No, No, Nanette, now out of print, told the whole sordid tale.) Critic Martin Gottfried wrote in Women’s Wear Daily, “Somewhere along the way, Burt Shevelove decided to make this show ‘nice’ and instead of the potentially brilliant, he settled for the vacantly agreeable.” John Simon called the show “mendacious and stupid beyond the rights of any show, however escapist, to be in this day and age.” Musical theatre had changed; ironically, the real Nanette probably would have been better received in 1971. As other shoddily revised revivals – soon to be called "revisals" – like Irene and Good News, followed in Nanette’s percussive footsteps, the critics revolted. With mutilated scripts and composite scores taken from multiple sources, these revivals barely resembled the originals. Brendan Gill of The New Yorker called this new genre, “show-biz body snatching” and “a sort of brightly painted mummy case in which bits and pieces of other once celebrated cadavers have been made to mingle with a portion of the authentic remains.”

It's the same problem we have in the New York commercial theatre today, producers and directors who don't understand the material they're working on, especially when that material is something genuinely fresh and unique. Just look at the terribly misguided original Broadway productions of High Fidelity, Cry-Baby, and Heathers, just to name a few recent examples. Most directors of plays try to make sure they understand the play before they start directing it. Directors of musicals, especially many working in New York, don't always do that. They try to make it what they want it to be, instead of discovering what it is. And now in this new Golden Age for our art form, so many new shows are unlike any others, with their own very unique set of rules. If a director doesn't bother to figure out what those rules are, they'll do damage to the show. Just as Shevelove and friends did to No, No, Nanette. Not all comedy works the same, and not all musicals work the same. And sometimes, the shows that seem lightweight on the surface have a great deal going on underneath. Just look at Hair, Grease, and Rocky Horror, all three shows usually dismissed as shallow, kitschy, messy, unstructured, and/or empty-headed. But all three are smart, carefully constructed, insightful commentaries on incredibly pivotal moments in our cultural history. People seem to assume that if a show is fun, it can't also be substantial, but New Line disproves that over and over, with Jerry Springer the Opera, American Idiot, Bat Boy, Cry-Baby, Heathers, and so many other shows -- most recently and perhaps most notably, Anything Goes. And we're about to disprove it again in March, when we open La Cage aux Folles. Long Live the Musical! Scott from The Bad Boy of Musical Theatre http://newlinetheatre.blogspot.com/2018/10/no-no-nanette.html

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