#Snakeskin Leather Jeans

[blackmensuited]

[platanarium]

[beansprean]

I adore Derek’s new gothpunk e-boy aesthetic and am sprinkling my own weeb hc on top!! I love him 😍

(Feel free to use his nakey self if you want to draw other fits on him, just don’t erase the watermark!)

(ID in alt and under cut)

ID: 1. Full body of Derek smiling nervously, left hand at his side and the other held up like ‘nya’. He is wearing a black studded collar, a scoop neck black shirt with crying anime eyes, bleach stained light jeans cuffed over black combat boots, and a puffy camouflage jacket with a hood. He also has fingerless gloves and several chains attached to o rings looped around his belt.

2. Repeat. Derek is wearing a dark blue long sleeves shirt with thumb holes, frayed hems, and elbow patches under a tattered white tee shirt with horizontal rips that says "blood lust rave" in dripping black font. Beneath are black jeans with a studded belt and red suspenders hanging tucked into knee high burgundy leather combat boots. He has on several gold and silver rings, a tattoo choker, a studded collar, a long necklace with a few rings, and a dark red beanie.

3. Repeat. Derek is wearing a black and white striped long sleeve turtleneck under a black Otoboke Beaver tee shirt and loose black jeans tucked into white platform boots. He has several silver rings a silver chain around his neck, and another looped through several o rings around his belt.

4. Repeat. Derek is wearing a loose dark red striped sweater with a rip at the neckline affixed with safety pins, dark wash skinny jeans with multiple rips down the thighs and knees over fishnet tights, and checkered high top sneakers. He has dogtags, a pentagram necklace, and a studded collar around his neck and multiple chains, padlocks, and handcuffs hanging from his belt with o rings.

5. Repeat. Derek is wearing a dark loose sweater with thumb holes, a ripped off collar connected with safety pins, and fishnet material from the waist down. It's tucked into loose black skater pants with dangling hooks and suspenders and an askew studded belt, unzipped at the calf to show red material underneath. Black converse peek out beneath the flared cuffs.

6. Repeat. Derek is wearing a white collared shirt under a black tee shirt that says “vampire weekday” in slashy red font and black jeans with red splatter on the knees tucked into red ankle boots. He has on several rings, a few chains and a padlock around his neck, and a studded belt.

7. Repeat. Derek is wearing a short sleeve dark grey button up with a white scallop pattern and rolled sleeves, unbuttoned past his sternum to show off the gold pendant around his neck. The shirt is tucked into dark wash jeans with a snakeskin belt, cuffs rolled to mid calf, a few inches above shiny burgundy ankle boots.

8. Repeat. Derek is wearing a pale lavender turtleneck with black fishnet sleeves that hook around his fingers like gloves tucked into black skinny jeans with a studded belt. He has a thick black studded collar with an o ring and a matching harness strapped across his chest, the center o ring attached to a leash he holds in his left hand. He has several chains attached to o rings at his belt and his jeans are tucked into huge black gothic platform boots with several straps.

9. Repeat. Derek is wearing an oversized black hoodie over distressed and ripped up jeans and scuffed brown hiking boots with the laces double wrapped around his ankles. His hoodie has some red lacing down the arms and at the cuffs, and at the center is a red square with a crying anime girl rendered in black with white lineart. Red text in Japanese on either side reads "lonely vampire"

10. Repeat. Derek is wearing black briefs. /End ID

[ghostheartfelt]

*:･｡☆ tags: cafe cuteness (fr), regular customer au, sunshine reader, grown attachments, pervert!venom, fem!reader, first introduction, no use of y/n, she/her prns used

〔☆〕 desc: you meet eddie during morning rush hour, vv understanding man who admires your connection with your customers and dedication towards your job. eddie's hungry for chocolate (n you), you pique interest in the host and his symbiote. very calm and soft start<3 u get both povs basically cause the way i write can b confusing :)

.. ☆ next part | masterlist (tbe)

—✩ RUSH HOUR P. ⅰ ✩—

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a/n: u get both povs basically cause the way i write can b confusing :)

Rush hour, you thought.

Your coworkers were racing in and out of the kitchen holding platters of fresh baked muffins and pitchers of orange juice.

In the evenings, the café is quieter and calmer - in the mornings, not so much.

You turned as someone called your name and nearly jumped out of your skin.

“Can you get the back left corner table napkins and jelly packets, please? That old woman is just about ready to throw her handbag at me,” your coworker, Becc (short for Becca), had asked you while balancing dirty plates going down both of her forearms.

“Yes, yes, I can—“ you nodded, waving her off as you rushed to the check-in desk, grabbing at a few jelly packs; orange marmalade, grape, and strawberry, as well as a new pack of napkins.

You did as Becc asked, bringing the items to the old woman who indeed was clutching her blue leather snakeskin handbag. “Sorry, ma’am, we’re a bit busy this morning.”

With no reply, she snagged an orange marmalade jelly packet from your hand as you were placing them on the table, causing you to flinch at the sudden action.

You as well unpackaged the napkins and placed them in the metal stand, then fixed your apron and walked back to the front desk as the welcoming bell’s ringing filled your ears.

A male in an olive green jacket and denim jeans, a gray undershirt, and black converse made his way towards the dine-in counter where you stood behind.

He had a scruffy yet handsome face, his hair slightly unkempt but in a way that you admired him. Your cheeks slightly flushed.

“Good morning,” he nodded at you respectfully.

“Good morning,” you replied, “just a table for one?”

You picked up a menu, clutching it to your chest as your fingers trace along the plastic cover.

“Yeah,” his eyes nervously dragged around though you let it go and took it in as some sort of social anxiety.

“Right this way, sir,” you lead the way, your head turning over your shoulder to make sure he hadn’t zoned out, turning it once again at the sight of him trailing behind.

“Will this booth work for you?” you placed the menu down and he slid it over with his thumb and pointer finger.

“Oh, yeah, nice cushioning,” he laughed nervously.

“Perfect - any drinks to start you off? Perhaps an O.J, or a coffee?” you straighten your posture, your shoulders slouched awkwardly.

“Coffee sounds great, side of cream of sugar, if that’s okay?” he looked up at you.

You were a nervous wreck, and he could tell - they could tell.

“I’ll have that right out for you,” you turned and took a step, though he put his hand on your shoulder.

“Shit, sorry, just uh—can I get a chocolate muffin as soon as possible?” his lips overlapped one another as he let go, though you blinked and smiled.

“Of course, I’m sorry, I should’ve asked if you’d like anything on the side.” You bit your bottom lip with embarrassment.

The man was rather distracting, your eyes dragging over and analyzing every feature his face held. He had blue eyes with soft bags, tiresome dark circles and a muscular build. You had an oddly specific type.

“Oh, no, don’t apologize,” he scoffed with a small smile.

You smiled back and turned on the heels of your white sneakers and headed to the kitchen.

“SHE SMELT DELICIOUS,” a deep and grim voice echoed in the brunette’s mind.

“Quit smelling random people like some pervert, V,” the man whispered to himself.

“NOT RANDOM, JUST HER,”

“Well, we can’t eat her,” he bit the flesh on the inside of his cheek as he looked outside the window, his forehead in the palm of his hand.

“WE WILL NOT,” the voice snarled deeply. “GET TIRED OF CHICKENS.”

“I know, V, but you can’t just go around the city beheading random people, so for right now we need to deal with chickens.” He grunted.

“BUT THEY ARE BAD, BAD PEOPLE SHOULD SUFFER AND DIE,” the voice grew louder, irritated by his response. “WE KILL, WE SAVE!”

“Yeah, well, we kill, we also risk our lives, V.”

“SHE IS COMING,” it snarked, evading his head.

The brunette turned his head to watch you walk over to his booth, a muffin and a cup of coffee on a large round tray that you balanced on your open palm, waving at frequent customers with a tug at both corners of your lips.

“I’m sorry for the wait, sir,” you grab the plate and set it on the table along with the mug of java.

“Just call me Eddie,” he nodded as thanks, taking a bite out of the muffin.

You introduced yourself, drumming your fingers on your server book before opening it. “Did you want anything else this morning, Eddie?” You clicked your fuzzy purple pen as you spoke with a bubbly voice.

“WE LIKED THAT,” the voice boomed through his head again causing Eddie to swallow thickly.

“I think we—I’m okay,” he stammered slightly, a nervous smirk curving one corner of his mouth upward.

He was cute, your hip dropped to the side slightly. You bit your lip to suppress a smile, instead giving a small laugh.

“Just wave at me when you’re ready for your bill, okay?” you close the book and turn once again to assist another table.

“HUNGRY,”

“Alright, V, just hold on a second,” Eddie peeled back the cover on the small creamer packet, then poured it into the coffee along with two packets of sugar.

Your fingers dig into the pocket of your apron to take out a few crayons wrapped in plastic and place them on the table along with a kids menu. A small ravenette boy with curly locks and smooth dark skin smiled at you brightly as he took out the green crayon and coloured in the small dinosaurs sprinkled across the kids menu.

“Thank you,” his mother sipped her cup of hot tea, her french-tip nails clicking against the glass as she loops her finger through the handle.

“Of course, what can I start you two off with this morning?” you leaned on your toes, then met back with the ground.

“For him, I think just a small pancake—“ she gently tapped the boy’s knuckles with her thumb, then began signing in what you assumed was American sign language.

You observed closely, watching in awe as he signed back to his mother, an exciting smile never leaving his face as he signed a “thank you,” to you.

You knew a bit of signing from your highschool years, so you replied with “you’re welcome,” enthusiastically, hugging yourself to gesture an air hug.

“A pancake is fine for him, some fruit on the side?” she smiled. “Is pot roast on the menu right now, dear?”

“Yes, there’s about ten more minutes until it’s done, if that is alright with you?” you wrote down the mention of extra fruit in your book.

“As long as it’s fresh, am I right?” she let out a heartwarming laugh, earning a small giggle from you as well. “Oh, and three cornbread biscuits.”

“That’s when it’s best, and sounds great - any juice for the little one?” your eyes dragged over to him craning his neck to sip out of the plastic cup of water that was given to his mother with her tea. Your heart fluttered with baby fever.

She caught his attention once more, signing with her fingers.

“Sprite, thank you,” the mother rejoiced.

You toyed with the hem of your apron. “I’ll have it right out for you two,” you scrambled toward the kitchen.

“WHERE DID SHE GO?”

“She’s helping others,” Eddie swirled the little bit of cold coffee in the bottom of his cup, slowly adjusting himself as he watched you set down a small plastic cup with a yellow lid in front of a child, then a bowl in front of his mother.

You place a straw on the table, then walk back to the brunette who had introduced himself as “Eddie”, which you admired. It fit his face well.

“I’m so sorry for the wait, Eddie,” you smile nervously with your eyebrows pinched together as you hand him his bill and a pen.

“Hey, it’s no problem, seriously.” He took it from your hands, scanning it over. “Thank you,”

“Of course,” you quipped. “Tell me if you need anything, I’ll be back,”

“LITTLE MORSEL,” the voice purred. “WILL WE COME BACK, EDDIE?”

Yeah - yeah, we will, V. Eddie watched you leave to assist another group of people walking into the small café as he took out his wallet, setting down two twenty dollar bills for a tip and his credit card for the rest.

“WANT TO MEET HER,” it grunted.

No, we might never even see her again.

“YOU ARE A LOSER.”

You sped back over, exhaling heavily. “It’s getting busier and busier, I’m sorry for the delay of getting you out the door,”

“No need for all the apologies, seriously,” he scoffed.

“Right, sorry—“ you blinked. “The tip, Eddie, that’s so much,”

“THAT SOUNDS—“

Knock it off, perv.

“I was a journalist, that’s nothing to me,”

Your cheeks flushed, but you thanked him again and guided him to the front desk.

“Any chance you’ll be here tomorrow?”

“YES!” it boomed.

“Actually, I won’t,” you hum sadly.

“NO—“ it snarled.

“But I work every Wednesday through Saturday,” you smiled.

“Okay, good to know,”

Your heart thumped in your chest, you were frozen in place in fear of him actually having the ability to hear, which Eddie himself couldn’t - but he could.

“SHE IS NERVOUS, EDDIE,”

Of us?

“OF YOU,”

Did Eddie want to get to know you more? Or possibly were you just that good of a waitress? God, now you were really overthinking things - is that why he tipped you so much? Did he not actually pique interest in you?

“Are you alright?”

You were so captivated in thought you hadn’t even realized you were still holding the brunette’s credit card in the machine; blinking for you to take it out - you felt your ear tips heat up.

“Sorry, I space out sometimes,” you gently pulled out his credit card and handed it to him, which he grabbed with two fingers.

“Not a problem,” there was a genuine tone on his tongue that delivered you some comfort.

“Have a great day, Eddie,” you waved to him as he left the building which he warmly returned; your heart feeling a sudden loneliness as he escaped your peripheral view.

[drdemonprince]

do u know of any good thrift stores in Chicago

Elliott Consignment on Broadway in Lakeview is fantastic for fancier pieces -- good shoes, button-up shirts you can wear to a job interview, a nice peacoat, a fisherman's sweater, leather pieces, etc.

Just down the street one block is The Xchange, which is the radical opposite: super-cheap t-shirts and sneakers, tank tops, windbreakers, sporty comfy stuff in a lot of colors and truly affordable.

Brown Elephant on Belmont is a treasure trove of gorgeous furniture and some really interesting, trendy clothing finds. Here you can get a desk, a couch, a chain bracelet, a funky vintage t-shirt, and maybe some sunglasses.

Salvation Army Family Store on Clyborn is truly massive, filled to the gills with all kinds of clothing, accessories, media, and home goods and is deliciously easy to steal from. Take the second fitting room from the front window and shove your tags in the hole in the wall. Wearing some cute denim shorts and a snakeskin print belt I stole from them right now.

Buffalo Exchange on Clark in Andersonville has your cool reliable pieces: colorful Chuck Taylors, white Doc Martens, bags, accessories, joggers, eternally youthful stuff.

Brown Elephant on Clark (two blocks up from Buffalo Exchange) is your place for picture frames, pots and pans, art supplies, and it has a room of selected fancier clothing and jewelry pieces that can be a great deal too.

Salvation Army on Broadway and Montrose is the spot for home appliances (I got a $250 stick vaccuum there for $40!) and simple staples: flannels, jeans, sweatshirts, your everyday basics. They have no fitting room so just steal.

[consolecadet]

my pet peeve with disco elysium is the writers don’t know what they’re talking about re: trouser cuts. though bootcut jeans do have minor flare to them, no one thinks “bootcut” when you say “bellbottom”. bootcut jeans are subtly flared but you can look at them and think they’re straight cut. “bellbottom” inherently implies a dramatic and distinctive flare. and harry’s pants aren’t even particularly flared! they’re NORMAL BELLBOTTOMS goddammit. the text acts like they’re elephant bells and they’re NOT.

I didn't even notice that, but you're so right.

The one that got me irked was that the description of the item "Green Snakeskin Shoes" says they're made of "crocodile leather". Which is it?????

[hauntedwizardmoment]

thinking about jace and porter moving in together and having to like, negotiate closet space now that there's two of them.

ofc this leads to them having to go through all of jace's clothes because porter has five shirts, three pants, and one all-purpose suit and thats more than enough (it is not </3). and jace is like "ugh fineeeee i GUESS i'll get rid of some of this older stuff" and hes like about to toss out a bunch of stuff from college back in his "i exclusively date people who play electric bass and will cheat on me" phase. his crushed maroon velvet minidress and his black leather jacket and his red halter top and his low rise jeans and his snakeskin miniskirt.

and porter (known pervert) is looking at all of this stuff and is like "hey wait a second stardiamond. arent you being a little hasty. what if some of this still fits." and jace is like "ohhhhmygod youre sick in the head. you are not fucking me in any of this. if you even think about getting cum on my lace tops i'll kill you with my bare hands." but like obviously porter annoys him into trying on a couple of outfits and they end up absolutely ruining that minidress </3

[mega-pixie-dream-girl]

How We Met

1991

Pairing: Dave Mustaine x f!reader

Summary: Dave and Y/n are out on a date when they run into Y/n's acquaintances, and reminisce in the story of how they met (fluff)

𝓦𝓐𝓡𝓝𝓘𝓝𝓖𝓢: power dynamic/mentorship, fluff

It was nice to get out on the town while my boyfriend Dave was home from touring. I was wearing a long black demin skirt with a high slit, a minimalist leather top with a single clasp at my breasts, and thigh high black and white snakeskin boots. Dave was in a black tshirt and jeans–I was always amused and slightly jealous of how good he looked with so little effort–his strawberry blond hair waving around his chest and framing his sharp cheekbones. Like our personal styles, tonight held a little of everything: we were just arriving to our reservation at a hard-to-get-in Italian restaurant, a few diners recognized him (which slowed us down for a moment), we were together, he would be leaving to go back on tour at the end of the week. Bittersweet.

As we wound our way between tables on our way to our own, Dave stepped away to use the restroom. As I continued to the table, I heard a woman’s voice, “Y/n!”

I stopped and looked around, finally grabbed by a familiar pair of eyes. It was–Jenny? No… Janice? Jess. Definitely Jess was the right name–my old boss’s best friend. And of course he was there too. It was always a pleasure to run into them and catch up–though I don’t think I had ever mentioned Dave to them… I mean, I tried to keep conversations professional but you would have thought it would have come up once or twice… 

“Hey Y/n, having a night out?”

“Yeah. Was in the mood for Italian.” I smile.

“Well, this is the best Italian in [your city].” replies my old boss, Steve.

“Do you have any favorites on the menu?” I ask.

“Hmm… you are vegetarian, right? The eggplant siciliana is wonderful… also the goat cheese gemelli…” Steve replied, looking at Jess to see if she had any to add.

“Can’t miss the dessert though.” Jess grinned.

Suddenly I saw Steve and Jess raise their eyebrows and in a moment I could feel why, as Dave’s hand snaked around my waist, the warmth radiating on my skin and tingling up and down my spine as his cologne drifted around me, reminding me of being in his arms before we cleaned up for our date. “Introduce me to your friends, sweetheart.”

I didn’t need to see Dave’s face to know he was giving off his best guard dog scowl–a face he worked so well, somehow keeping his curling lips relaxed while flaring his nostrils and throwing daggers with his eyes. He was always on offense by default.

I rolled my eyes slightly, looking down. I loved him so much but it could be so embarrassing when he got possessive. Not gonna lie, sometimes it was really hot–like when his ex-bandmate was hitting on me and he scared him off, first by interrupting the conversation by grabbing my face and making out with me in front of him before wrapping his arm around my shoulders with his fist clenched–and of course the guard dog face. That guy wasn't in the band anymore, to say the least. But Steve and Jess were friends, not a threat. 

“Steve, Jess, this is my boyfriend Dave.” I paused. “Dave, I worked for Steve for a while and Jess is his good friend. Steve is a specialist in [your industry], and it was a great opportunity for me to learn.”

Dave’s hand on my waist relaxed a bit and he began to caress my side lightly . He nodded his chin slightly in acknowledgement.

“I don’t think we’ve met Dave,” Jess said teasingly, more to me. I couldn’t help but smirk–yes I, Y/n had a love life outside of work.

“How did you two meet?”Jess asked

“Dave actually produced my first 2 albums… when I still played.” I responded.

“She is one of the best I’ve ever worked with.” Dave jumped in, his face softening.

“I knew you played but I didn't realize you did it professionally, Y/n.” Steve said, his voice rising in curiosity.

“How long ago was that?” Jess asked.

“Umm… maybe 10yrs ago?” I replied.

“Did he do a good job as a producer?” Steve asked jokingly. I grinned.

“Of course! It’s just that his band took off… so I started working with someone else. And of course, eventually I switched career paths…” 

“You can still come back to music, babe, you have so much to give.” Dave said lovingly.

“You two have been together for 10yrs?” Jess asked.

“Well, not quite. We dated back then, but when his band took off it was a lot… he was on the road for 70 weeks the first year… It’s hard to be apart like that…” I looked down, I didn’t want to make Dave feel guilty, especially when he had been putting in so much effort to make this past month so special while he had a break from touring and before he left again to finish the tour.

“We kept running into each other–we have a lot of the same friends. So we dated on and off but we’ve been together now for 3 years.” Dave filled in, giving my waist a light squeeze.

“Is it a lucrative business?” asked Steve, inquisitively.

“For us it is. But in general no. I am fortunate I can go to work and provide for us–but the cost is being away and it’s really taxing–I mean, there is a reason we have replaced band members each album… it burns people out. But yeah, I have 3 Platinum records so I would say it is lucrative.” Dave said, a bit cocky. Dave always got a bit defensive when he sensed any inkling of doubt from others.

“He works really hard for it.” I added.

There was an awkward pause. Steve nodded, raising his eyebrows in acknowledgement of Dave's success. "We'll have to listen to your music." Steve finally said, with a friendly smile. I knew he probably wouldn't like it.

“So… who made the first move?” Jess smirked, fishing for more details.

My cheeks grew warm and I couldn’t contain my smirk, I looked down. 

“Oh, that would be Y/n.” Dave answered snarkily, with a big goofy grin.

Jess and Steve exchanged playful glances. Ugh. Here we go. I bowed my head but couldn't help but smirk.

“I had gone out with friends and we had gone to a few bars… I guess I had a drink at each one… more than usual for me. Then I went back to the studio because I knew Dave is such a vampire that he would be there and we could work on the album. But obviously I was pretty drunk so…” I said smiling, owning it, though training my gaze aside.

“You were so drunk sweetheart–I mean, she is so small–it doesn’t take much.” Dave teased. “She wanted to work on the latest track but she—” he turned to me, “you just sat on my lap and drunkenly asked me if I knew how hot I am and started playing with my hair.” He chuckled, mimicking a valley girl voice. I turned red. Closing my eyes and biting my lips as if it would make this moment fast forward. Looking back up at him, he caught my eyes with his–I was currently drunk on his curled lips, somehow he could tease even more without words.

“Yeah… that happened. Dave is a gentleman though, so technically I made the first move but nothing happened between us until he asked me out when I wasn’t drunk. He set me up on the couch in the studio that night with all the cozy things that were in the studio. I woke up in the morning when he walked in at some point with coffee and egg sandwiches for us. It was actually really sweet.” I grinned.

Dave chuckled. “Yeah, I guess it’s true, I guess I asked you out for real.”

“Well... he asked me, ‘So… I am still hot when you are not drunk?’ and of course I was mortified.” I laughed. “But he’s a pretty confident guy… and I’m sure I wasn’t the first… so he asked me if I wanted to get dinner that night!” I turned to Dave, “I don’t know when you slept that weekend.”

“Back then… I probably didn’t.” Dave replied.

I would have never imagined telling Steve about all of this, but there was something nice about opening up about myself, about my relationship with Dave–even if Dave’s style was so different from some of the other people in my life now–even his mannerisms, so unapologetic, so piercing, so magnetic–it’s what I loved about him, it’s what made me feel seen.

“I think our table is ready.” I said amicably, not wanting to keep Dave waiting when time was so precious for us.

“Pleasure to meet you, Dave!” Jess said warmly. Steve nodded. 

Dave nodded and smiled, giving a small wave goodbye awkwardly but genuinely.

We sat at the table, finally breathing together, his eyes like an inviting garden for mine to lay in as the candle on our table flickered, the dancing flame multiplied in the reflections on our wine glasses in this dimmer corner of the restaurant.

I smiled. I wanted him to know I appreciated him taking the time… and not being a total prick about it either. It meant a lot to me… and I could tell he knew that, which made me feel loved.

“So… do you know what you want?” I asked him, my lips curling a bit as I looked him in the eyes.

“Probably the veal parmigiana… how ‘bout you?”

“I was thinking the goat cheese gemelli… looks like it has arugula too.”

“Oh, that does sound good.”

“Jess said the dessert is not to miss.”

“Mmmm… I was thinking of having you for dessert.” Dave smirked, sharpening his gaze. It was moments like these that made the time apart worth while.

[ghcstcd]

Dew would have 2 main ways that he’d dress. (Aside from any bedroom kink stuff that could be whatever)

A- Casual Dew : tighter than tight black skinny jeans are part of his daily uniform . There could be a rip in the knee depending on how old they are or how much he’s been crawling around on his knees (cough cough). He wears wears well fitted band T shirts- mostly metal bands but there could be some 80’s or 90’s goth or 80’s hair bands in there too (depends on his mood) to show off his slim body. If the weather is cold, he might layer up with a nice dark flannel or utility shirt. (No bright colors bc he’s a dark rock kid at heart). Once in a while on the really frigid days, he could wear an oversized wool sweater with a turtleneck. Darker colors- of course. He might wear a black metal bullet belt once in a while or a studded leather belt. He will wear black vans. Although he likes his grungey stuff, he also has a penchant for more expensive accessories and will wear black combat type boots from Frye. His leather motorcycle jacket is also expensive (it’s a Schott Perfecto) . He will wear expensive Rayban sunglasses or mirrored aviators. Sometimes, if he’s in a slutty mood he might wear some tortiseshell cat eyed sunglasses and rosey, shiney lip gloss. Dew regularly wears black winged eyeliner.

B- Formal or biz casual Dew: He LOVES a skin tight suit- dark colors- possibly black on black pinstripes, etc to accentuate his lithe form. He will wear a high quality, black sheer button down (unbuttoned of course) or sometimes go shirtless with the jacket to show off his chest jewelry. He likes a pop of color do he’ll wear a dark blue or dark red colored neckerchief that has a slightly metallic sheen. (Think “Mr. Ghost” Tobias AMA style) With this ensemble- he’ll wear short black pointed snakeskin boots with a slight heel. He also likes to accessorize with the before mentioned sunglasses, and lots of chunky silver rings from The Great Frog.

This boy KNOWS he looks good and is not afraid to flaunt it. 🔥

There are so many points that you've given that I'm making notes of. Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts. I'm also already in love with the Jewelry from The Great Frog. I'm looking at their collections right now and I love them.

[istherewifiinhell]

The Harrier du Bois dressing like a god damn Ninja Turtle post. With evidence.

Not Clickbait!

sorry about the cropping/big images... whichever it decides to actually do. im not formatting this anymore tho...

all from 87 turtles.

[ID: 1. Mikey in a double breasted blue peacoat, and orange toque/beanie. 2. Harry in the Signal-Blue Naval Coat and Orange bum hat End ID]

[ID: 1. All four turtles in different style of leather jackets, accompanied with sunglasses and chunky sneakers in their personal colours. (Also a humanoid rabbit in a robe is there). Raph has brown leather jacket and his accessories are red. Leo has a black one and his accessories are blue. 2. Harry in the pissfaggot leather jacket (brown), and shades of self-destruction (red), as well as a white tank top jeans and reddish shoes. 3. The same but the fuck the world jacket (black), sunglasses sub-insulindic rendezvous (blue) and grey shoes. End ID]

[ID: 1. Mikey in a brown suit, purple beret and pocket square, red ribbon tie, and with a fake mustache. He holds a briefcase and gestures with the other hand. 2. Hdb in a brown suit with red pocket square and purple bow tie. He holds the tare bag and his clipboard to be posed similarly. End ID]

[ID: 1. All the turtles in beige trench coats and fedoras. 2. Harry in Pinball Maker's Coat (a brown double breasted trench), and Dick Mullen's Hat (brown fedora). Also no shirt, like the turtles do. End ID]

Okay those are all well and good but those are all clothes he finds. What about real true default Harry, how he dresses by choice? Well I say he fits right in...

[ID: 1. Harry in his iconic look, his green Disco-Ass Blazer, yellow Flare-Cut Trousers, White Satin Shirt, colourful Horrific Necktie and Green Snakeskin Shoes. 2. The turtles in colour suits, hats and shades. [Details follow] Mikey an orange suit, white shirt, floral tie, orange square shades and brown and orange hat. Raph in a white suit jacket, gray pants, red shirt and polka-dot tie. He has red pointy shades and a black and red hat. Donnie in a purple suit, white shirt, purple bow tie. He has purple round shades and a black and purple hat. Leo in a blue suit, white shirt, light blue vest, and blue tie. He has Blue wrap around shades and a white and blue hat. End ID]

Anyway I rest my case this man dresses like a god damn ninja turtle.

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Oliwia Szczepański AKA Lisa Anna Molinari -

Goleniów, Poland & Lives In Vaduz, Liechtenstein

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Navy Blue Headband / Diadem By Mocha Secret

Wavy Candy Color Non-slip Tooth Headband ( Website ) - https://www.mochasecret.com.au/products/acc0383

Silver Earrings - By 2.25", Sterling (500336) Silver Handmade Earrings, Solid 925 Silver Hoops, Silver Tested

White Shirt With Neon Yellow Block & Red Neon Nike Box And Puppet Man & Blue Hat And Purple Shirt Print By Ebay

Nike Graphic Print T-Shirt - White - MENS & WOMENS XL / Nike

White Leather Belt With Silver Buckle By Etsy ----- Metz leather goods: Bags, Wallets and Belts. By Weder Echt Metz

Blue Denim Jeans Shirt With Yellow Orange Flowers & Green Flower Leafs And Grey Stripe & Silver Zipper By Poshmark

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Vintage Candie's Denim Floral Embroidered Skirt w. Pockets Stretchy Raw Edge By Candie's

Navy Blue High Knee Socks With 3 White Stripes & White Adidas Logo & Light Grey Triangle Block By Ebay --

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NWT Adidas Soccer Copa Zone Cushion Socks, Size Large, Blue/White, Climalite By Adidas

White Ankle Socks With 2 Pink Triangle Blocks & 1 Pink Stripe And Grey Polka Dots By Ebay

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Women's Low Cut Socks Shoe Size 4/10, 5/10 Sock Fun Colors and styles By Ladies Single Socks

Grey Revolution 2 Nike Sneaker Shoes With Pink Nike Logo & Light Blue Lace By Poshmark

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Nike Revolution 2 Running Shoes - Women's Size 7.5 By Nike

White Grand Court Cloudfoam Adidas Sneaker Shoes With 3 Light Pink Snakeskin Print Stripes & White Lace & Neon Green Adidas Logo By Poshmark

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Adidas Superstars By adidas

Navy Blue Jellies Shoes By Poshmark --

Jelly Beans Jelly shoes ( Womens ) By Jelly Beans

White Black Slingback High Heels Shoes ( Or Pumps ) With Gold Buckle & Gold Bally Mada 24 Switzerland Logo By Poshmark

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Vintage Bally sling backs By Bally

White Leather Handbag/Shoulder-Bag With Gold Buckle & 29 Silver Studs & Silver Zipper & Silver Michael Kors Logo By Poshmark

Michael Kors Selma Stud Satchel Bag Purse Grey Cement Saffiano Leather By

Michael Kors

Black White Stripe Ball & Purple Disco Ball With Light Green Ball & Silver Flower Ring Line And Silver Dog Foot & White Diamonds & 2 Silver Rings By Poshmark

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New Purple Black Green Dog Paw Crystal Beaded Backpack Key Chain Purse Charm ( NWT ) Louis Vuitto Logo

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