#Tie Me Up PVC Pants

[womenofwrestlingfashion]

Call The Shots Zip Bralette from Poster Grl ($15.98 - on sale) & Tie Me Up PVC Pants from Club Exx (sold out)

[lucerocosplay]

Prop 001 Build Thread

The reference came from the promo for the stage play this last spring. Eventually I plan on making the uniform from the play and the design has more visual interest than his vague blob of a onesie in cyber solider. Tactical onesie construction notes are under the cut.

I'm using a second hand baby doll from JC Toys that thankfully already came in a onesie with chupón. He's a soft bodied doll (plush body rubber head and limbs) to cut down on weight, and I think the model is the 14" Berenguer but I'm not positive.

The fabric is all just scrap from my cyborg cosplay (brushed poly suiting, patent wet look pvc, & voile) and some store bought deep red satin piping. I also found some great gold tone shank buttons that looked pretty close as well.

The only real addition to his uniform design will be some loops in the back of his onesie that will let me string him to some straps and wear as a backpack throughout the con. I guess if someone wanted it wouldn't be hard to convert him into a functional purse but a doll of this size wouldn't hold a lot.

After washing and drying both Ivan and his clothes I got to work making a pattern and taking into account the lack of stretch the final onesie would have. I transferred the modifications to paper, added allowance and got to cutting my scrap fabrics.

Sewing prep was just gluing on prefab satin piping in place of hand basting along the cutouts of the onesie front. Sewing clips helped the glue adhere properly since the fabric is pretty dense and just sucks it up like a sponge.

The assembly was pretty straight forward, no fancy stitching just straight seams. The only proper sewing was spent on the sleeves and piped panel. The piped front panel is just an extension of the pants, with the remaining portion of the bodice siting around the apex of the tummy. It's attached by the second row of top stitching and again on either side of the lapped zipper. The zipper itself also got a small bar tack at the base to help reinforce the inseam area as well.

To keep from losing his chupón, there is a little scrap on ribbon sewn to his right shoulder. By chance this matched his piping and zipper so that was cool.

Because my pvc was a different weight than the poly suiting it needed to be fused to some scrap denim to avoid going lame. Though this may have been overkill because it required top stitching to keep the allowance from bulging. Overall it was fine, four part sleeves aren't all that fun even when tiny.

Once the sleeves were installed it was just a matter of sewing along the outer most edge, toe inset, and inseam. The neckline was folded down 1/2" and whip stitched from the inside. I also added the buttons at this point.

To help get the shape of the shoulders right and tie in with the adult stage play uniforms, I made some little shoulder pads. I also installed some mini sleeve heads using 4mm macrame cord to help retain the drape of the upper sleeve. There isn't a lot to work with since soft bodied dolls limbs are just seams without any bilk or structural integrity, the little guy needed all the help he could get.

The sleeve hems are just a basic single fold hem. The poly brushed suiting I'm using is like a bulkier, glorified felt so fraying isn't a big concern here but bulk is.

And here he is so far. Somehow a lot cuter than I thought a toy baby in a tactical onesie could be. He has four french tacks on the back for some clear straps and apart from sewing on his chupón, wig, and scarf he is good to go.

I'm waiting on his hair to come in, and the paint to dry on his chupón so that's what'll be in the next update.

[fourseasonsfigs]

Go Fighting Jun

This fig's name is 极挑俊, Jí Tiāo Jùn, which machine translates directly to extremely handsome. Which, fair!

But I think (and don't take the thoughts of a non-Chinese speaking American, this is just me hypothesizing) it's a play on the name of Go Fighting, 极限挑战, Jíxiàn Tiǎozhàn. 极挑 by itself translates to extremely challenging, with of course the Jùn for Gong Jun's first name as handsome. So maybe Extreme Challenge Jun might work too!

This extremely handsome, sparkly-eyed cutie is perfect and precious and very well protected from the sun.

That last pic by RealGe is one of my all-time favorite pictures of Junjun - just so happy and summery and utterly perfect.

The real challenge here is stopping myself from continuing to add pictures of Junjun in this outfit…

Ok just one more, I realized you don't have a full-body shot of the outfit. This is necessary for fig comparison purposes!

Thank you again, RealGe, always coming through for us. Alright, fig time.

LOOK at him! Gong Jun is so naturally sparkly eyed that it only made sense for this fig to be sparkly eyed too. His happy laughing mouth is adorable.

I actually like it when the fig makers make their pants...short pants. Especially here, it gives the fig a beachy, summery vibe.

Once again a grown woman is reduced to whispering, cute, cuuuuuute again under her breath as she reverently cradles a PVC fig in her hands.

Not much from this angle other than the cute little bits we can see of the shoes, the bag, and his chin strap.

He stands up just fine, despite the big ol' sunhat! He looks like he's leaning over to the right a bit here, but that's just the poor angle of my photography.

His little hand posture here is one of my favorites! I love it when fig Zhehan does it, and it's just as cute on Junjun.

Hmm, I just noticed the fig maker didn't make the arm sunsleeves go over his hands with the thumb loops! I'm not one to quibble (I mean, every once in a while), but I found the whole looped sleeves look exceptionally adorable on him.

Gosh his hands are cute! As are his little shoes and his blushy face and his sun hat loops AND his floppy hair!

The hand pose is super cute here. This is also a really fine view of the sunhat loop tie going around his ears and securely holding on his hat!

Speaking of the hat, here it is in all it's white and grey camo glory. I think I mentioned that Go Fighting Season 8 was directly responsible for me buying a sun hat and arm sleeves. Safety first, as we see below!

One of the options you could buy when you bought this fig was this cute little matching keychain. Here it is with the box card:

It's a bit pale and subdued because I haven't peeled the protective coating off, but little samoyed Jun looks a bit sleepy from all the sun!

The back of the card has the name of the fig, Ji Tiao Jun.

Here's a nice preview of all the figs to come in this series!

Material: PVC and a whole lot of sun protection

Fig Count: 287

Scene Count: 22

Rating: The most handsome indeed!

[link back to Master Fig Index for more posts]

[crybabytoy59]

PT3.

As I came back around Mistress Mummy was talking to me in the distance but her voice was getting louder....”Clever Girlie Crybaby did you go sleepies sweetheart....Look at Mummy..Clever girlie just concentrate on swallowing Baby you will be fine...Ok Maid Stefi you can feed Crybaby now”

I had been looking to my right side as Mistress Mummy had spoken to me I was aware that the air in the clear pvc ball hood smelled of ammonia ? But worse was to come as I realised Maid Stefi was still firmly in my mouth & hard ! How was that possible I could taste her seed in my mouth so I could not have been out long?

As Mistress Mummy had spoken to me Nanny Bee was behind me putting a bib around my posture collar it was huge a towel affair with a rubber backing at the base was a half round quilted towel rim...Nanny patted my head after Mistress Mummy finished talking to me....”Good Babyslave Do As we ask you Crybaby just concentrate on your swallowing pain Toy ,”

At that Maid Stefi pushed deeply into my throat until I gagged the withdrew slightly, I felt a twitch then suddenly I had to Swallow hard over & over again...but I panicked Gagging Maid Stefi slowed the flow as some of her golden nectar gift fell from my mouth onto the Bib !

Mistress Mummy knelt Down next to me...

“Clever girlie Crybaby that’s good..but you need to relax and open your throat for Maid Stefi Mistress Mummy help you”

She took my nipples teasing them..”No baby don’t close your eyes You have been told about that have you not ? (Ga’Ga) Clever Baby....Take a few big deep breaths for us...that’s it good Baby....Now Relax here it comes Maid Stefi just a small amount first”

I relaxed & to my surprise I could Swallow in time, but the flow was short...

Mistress Mummy was still teasing my nipples..”Crybaby that’s good but try not to swallow just relax your throat & let Maid Stefi use you properly sweetheart..Ok again Deep Breaths...Ok Maid Stefi “

The flow started again I Swallowed once then relaxed to my surprise my throat stayed open & Maid Stefi gave a sigh as she relived herself into my tummy!

This seemed to please them no end as Both Mummy & Nanny we’re now teasing my nipples...Maid Stefi...fixed her pants & dress, then Mistress Mummy spoke to her.

“Yes Darling you can show Crybaby what happens to naughty girlies that don’t open first time !”

Maid Stefi went behind me as the girls kept teasing my nipples to me moaning,

I felt Maid Stefi rubbing the back of my legs from my ankles up to my rubber pants, then lightly spanking each leg in turn up its length!

As I moaned now louder Mistress Mummy spoke to Maid Stefi....

“Maid Stefi that’s not nice teasing Crybaby...Do it properly Darling!”

Maid Stefi raised her hand bringing it down on my lower calf just above mt ankle ! My god she was strong as it really hurt ! The second spank landed full on My calf making me jerk in the frame ! My thigh spanking was incredible...but that was not what had me howling again as I thrashed in my bonds !

Mummy & Nanny we’re pulling & pinching my nipples to hurt me in time with Maid Stefi’s spankings ! The spanking stopped briefly...

As Maid Stefi spoke to Mistress Mummy ..

“Mistress please can Maid Stefi give Crybaby a proper Spanking please ?”

Both Mummy & Nanny chuckled....as Mistress Mummy replied to Maid Stefi..

“Clever girlie Maid Stefi That was very polite ...Yes you can Spank Crybaby property!”

Maid Stefi spoke to me this time...”Now Crybaby am going to let the pressure off your leggies, as I do you Baby Will pull your knees together & hold them there until am finished & retighten your leggies Crybaby got that ? (Ga’Ga) Clever Baby here we go”

I heard the ratchet clicking again as the pressure came out of my legs, but they were shaking due to my heightened state of submission & the spankings...But I wanted so bad to please Mistress Mummy I pushed hard to bring my legs together as I did Maid Stefi pulled a rope around above My Knees over & over then passed the rope through over the rope between my legs causing a cuffing above my Knees..

Maid Stefi spoke to me again “Pull your leggies up towards your Botty Crybaby..That’s a good Baby!”

Stefi put a foam pad between my thighs above the tie it had leather strapping both over & under it, this was put to my ankle cuffs.

Then I heard the clicking again as my feet were pulled apart & outward..this hurt as it put pressure on my knee joints...I could now not move my legs again but with even less movement than before !

Suddenly I felt my rubber pants being pulled down then my disposable was tugged Down Also the cool air washing over my now exposed rear !!!

Maid Stefi started hand spanking me not hard just lightly as she spoke to me...

“Now Crybaby this is for not opening first time, Baby has to learn how to potty for everyone ! Who wishes to use Baby this way....So take a Big Deep Breath & Hold it in Crybaby !....(Thwack..Thwack..Thwack..Thwack...) Naughty Crybaby! You will potty properly won’t you Crybaby ! (Thwack..Thwack..Thwack..Thwack!!..) No Baby struggling & crying wont stop your punishment am Afraid !”

Maid Stefi was relentless until I was a Crying wreak again...

Both Mummy & Nanny we’re cuddling me as I screamed out my new tunnel gag...

Goo’goo Goo’goo.....”Hush hush now baby....slow your breathing I know your scared but Mistress Mummy has you ..be good Baby we won’t let you fall..that’s a Clever girlie....Breath Deeply....come on slowly sobbing for us...That’s the way what a very good Baby...it’s ok isn’t it Nanny !”

Nanny now spoke with Jessica....

“That’s a Crybaby we have you sweetheart baby just let it All Out...poor girlie has that been in there for a long time ? (Ga’Ga) Aawwww Sweetheart your just so cute...Tell you what Baby why don’t you ask Maid Stefi to help you let more out Would our Baby like that ? (Ga’Ga)

Mistress Mummy kissed my cheek “Clever girlie Crybaby that’s very brave to ask for More tears, Ok this time we will all try to help you sweetheart “

Mummy & Nanny lifted a short wooden paddle each, then nodded to Maid Stefi..

Who resumed spanking me ! Hard Very Hard...after a couple of minutes my Botty was back on fire !

Mummy & Nanny joined in paddling a nipple each in time with Maid Stefi ! ..

I was truly gone now completely incoherent at what was coming out of me the same way I had been with Jessica in the hotel....

Blurting Out my true inner feelings & Desperately held needs...

Maid Stefi was now softly caressing my sore Botty !...”Clever girlie Crybaby well done that was very Clever telling us all that...So given what Baby just said...(as Mistress

Jessica smiled to her best friend across from her, she whispered to her...

“Told you he was special....let’s have some fun now !”

Nanny smiled back...”Fuck yes Jess !!!...Mind fucking time !!”...

Jessica kissed Crybaby then spoke very gently..

“Clever girlie Crybaby That was ever so clever to be so Openly Obedient...Ok Listen to Maid Stefi ! As Nanny & I get ready.....

Maid Stefi rubbed my stinging sore Botty as she spoke to me..

“Crybaby do you want me to make you feel like a true sissy girlie? Do you Crybaby?...(Ga’Ga) Clever Baby Why it would be my pleasure princess”

I felt Maid Stefi enter Me ! As she did Mistress Mummy & Nanny we’re putting on strap’on harness with large cock dildos ! Bouncing obscenely as they rubber them with lube in preparation...Mistress Mummy Spoke to Maid Stefi as she lifted her dress !

“Maid Stefi you will do commies on 12 ! Please !” Mistress Mummy raised the leather tease then brought it sharply down on Maid Stefi’s rear ....Thwack !!!

I could feel Maid Stefi jerk into me at the stroke of the belt !...

12 later Maid Stefi howled as she spent into me !!...

[transgenders4jimmymcgill]

Chapter 1: The Bar

TW: Blood, SH

Song of the chapter: https://youtu.be/77R1Wp6Y_5Y

Hello, how are you? Have you been alright? Through all those lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely nights? That's what I'd say, I'd tell you everything - If you'd pick up that telephone.

Jimmy's POV:

The bar smelled of cigarette smoke and vomit, as usual. What you do to get cheap beer. It was only 3PM and some of the regulars were tussling in the back, near the old stage that was in shambles. Some yells and loud laughs echoed up to the bar where I sat rolling my finger along the rim of a glass of a double whiskey. The smell of the drink made its way up and burned my nose. Refreshing.

"You've been here a while, boss," the bartender snapped me out of the borderline dissociation this dark, decrepit hole in the wall always lured me into.

"Yeah, yeah," I shook my head a little and instinctually fixed my tie, even though it wasn't even out of place. "Just, uh...." No words. "Just had a few extra hours to kill," I tried to give a little smile before looking away.

"Whatever you say," the bartender raised his eyebrows before walking away, helping one of the regular day drinkers.

This wasn't my normal scene, although no one would bat an eye if it was. It was unlike me to visit the bar at 3PM on a Tuesday, but work had been tough recently and I figured some alcohol might be in order before I lose my mind. Well, I'm starting to think this is only speeding up the mind-losing process, but hey, take what you can get.

I was almost back to my trance-like state when a small group of rowdy young adults walked in. Aha! Young 20-year olds day drinking. An immediate DUI case for the grabbing.

"Ah, the life of the party is here," the bartender spoke suddenly next to me.

I looked at him. "Regulars?" I asked. The party was making its way over to the far end of the bar as our heads nonchalantly followed them.

"Not all of them, but..." the bartender was trying to get a clear view. "That one," he motioned in the direction of a strangely effeminate man. His hair was in a ponytail, but still long enough to fall down towards his back in curls, accentuating his jawline which was covered in a light stubble. He wore a black leather jacket, with tight black PVC pants and slightly platformed rocker boots. "He alone could keep this place on its feet," the bartender chuckled.

I was taken aback. I looked down at my hands on the counter, starting to question my life choices. Not now. God, not now. A man? Seriously? I looked over at the stranger again, dazzled by his mysteriously feminine beauty. "Gotta love the young-un's," I grumbled, trying to steer away the attention of the bartender.

"Yep. You might wanna stick around, they're pretty fun to watch once they get into it," the bartender smirked as he turned and walked towards the group at the end of the bar.

My gaze followed him over, my eyes still on the man who was now laughing to a woman dressed all gothic sitting next to him. My eyes made their way up and down his figure, noticing his nails were painted black and the silver rimmed, slightly-circular glasses he was wearing. Black circles in his earlobes, with a bar through his upper ear. Before I was able to notice just how long I had been staring at him, his eyes were looking back at me. Deep, beautiful bro-

Fuck. Play it off.

The man's eyes scanned me up and down, a smirk appearing on his lips as he sensually bit on the toothpick between his teeth. I pretended to clear my throat and gave a little two-fingered wave back before quickly swiveling my head back straight, looking down at the bottles of liquor lining the wall behind the bar. Fuck. Fuck me. How could I make a mistake like that? I could still feel the stranger's eyes burning a hole into my existence, before suddenly, they were gone.

There's no way a beautiful person like that could find me attractive. What am I, anyways? All I am is a sleazy, no good poor lawyer who probably looks like he smells. It's not like this person could possibly-

I caught myself there.

What the hell was I doing? Thinking about another man like this?  What was wrong with me? Dear god.

"Hey James!" I heard someone suddenly call from the stage area. My head snapped up. "Come sing for us!" Before confusion could fully sweep over me, the dark stranger was out of his bar stool and making his way over to the stage, drink in hand.

"What're we singing?" He asked his companion as his other friends followed behind him. As he took a step up on the stage, he turned, exposing a cut crop top underneath his leather jacket that showed just enough of his slightly hairy, lean abs.

Oh Jesus Christ. I could feel a heat building up in my lower abdomen. I looked away. "Another," I motioned to the bartender who was a few feet away.

"The usual?" the woman at the karaoke machine asked the man. He shrugged, looked back at his friends, who nodded at them. It was going on 4 now, and the bar was starting to fill with more people. They sat at dispersed tables, watching the young folks' shenanigans and reminiscing on when they used to do the same thing. It felt like I was trapped, being watched by all these eyes, even though no one had the slightest clue what was going on in my head.

The bartender silently slid the next drink over to me.

As I took a drink, the room filled with familiar music. Fucking Electric Light Orchestra? Didn't realize the 70's were making a comeback. I glanced back to the stage where the man and a few of his friends were prancing around, gearing up with their microphones. They'd only been in here for a few minutes, how drunk could they be already?

"Hello? How are you?" The voice was smooth and deep, a perfect match to the lyrics. It couldn't be.... Could it? It was. The man singing into the microphone, dancing with his friends on the stage. I just now realized how short he was, noticeably shorter than even his female friends next to him.

"Have you been alright?" The man on the staged turned, immediately locking eyes with me. I tried to look away, but I couldn't. Across the room, the stranger smirked at me. "Through all those lonely, lonely, lonely," he dragged out the lyrics, his free hand looped in the microphone cord and rested on the belt of his pants. "Lonely, lonely nights?" He slowly dragged his hand slightly up his bare abs, moving his hips to the music.

Oh hell. I broke away, turning back to the bar, even though I knew it was too late. But I couldn't help myself. I looked back.

"That's what I'd say," The man winked at me. "I'd tell you everything," He briefly bit his lip. "If you'd pick up that telephone."

I felt like I was just smacked, hard. At the same time, it felt like I was in a trance. I couldn't look away from the stage throughout the rest of the song. By the end, I noticed how tight and hot my suit felt. I was itching to get out of the bar, but I just couldn't make myself leave.

The group made their way down from the stage, laughing and dancing with each other. Someone else replaced them, the bar filling with music once again. "Quite the show, huh?" the bartender's voice surprised me.

"Uh, yeah," I tried to force a chuckle when I looked back at him. "Maybe I should day drink more often." The bartender laughed and walked away to take another order.

The group was walking back to their end of the bar when I turned back. But the man wasn't with them. I scanned the room and noticed him back towards the stage, taking slow steps, trailing behind his group. He looked suddenly quite dazed, looking down at his hands with an indecipherable look on his face, looking at something I couldn't see from this distance.

He stumbled before catching himself, shaking his head a little bit. He looked side to side, seemingly to figure out if anyone noticed. Immediately he started towards the door, taking quick steps while almost swaying side to side. It didn't seem like it was just the alcohol.

He seemed rushed. As he threw open the door to the bar, I noticed a deep, shiny red coating his hand. I stuck my hands in my pockets, desperately grabbing around for the money to leave the bartender. As soon as I grasped some bills, I put them on the bar and stood, walking briskly towards the door.

I didn't immediately open it. I looked through the foggy glass, trying to make out where the stranger was headed. After he stumbled a few times, I made my way out the door, trying to follow him without drawing too much attention. He was headed towards an old orange truck on the far side of the parking lot. He made it to the third row of cars before I saw him fall to the ground.

I gasped, looking around for anyone else that could possibly be around. There was no one. I ran to him, a million thoughts racing through my mind. What the fuck was going on?

He was on the ground on his side facing away from me, gripping his left wrist. His hands were dripping blood. He was scrambling to get up, but it was as though his body just didn't have the energy. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" he was muttering to himself.

I couldn't figure out what to say. "What's," I stumbled over my words, kneeling next to him, "What's going on?" I gently touched his arm.

He jumped, looking back at me surprised. "Uh," I could tell he was panicked. "Uh, I just need to get-" he tried to reach up towards the handle on his truck next to him. "I just need to get the bandages. They're in there," he scanned his mind in a daze. "They're in there someplace." He gave up.

I stood, grabbing the handle of the door and trying to open it. Locked.

"My keys," the man looked at a set of keys dangling from his belt. I knelt down and grabbed them, maneuvering the clip from the hole.

I unlocked the car and immediately leaned in. I scavenged through the center console, littered with old cans and bottles, along with various colored substances. Okay, okay. I looked over to the passenger seat. Still nothing. I opened up the glovebox and finally, white bandages staring out at me. I grabbed them and swung the door closed, kneeling back down to the man. During the time it took me to get the bandages, he was able to get his free arm out of his jacket.

I sat him up and pulled his remaining sleeve off. As soon as I did, his bloodied left arm stared back at me. From his elbow down, it was shiny red. I could smell the metallic from here. As my eyes adjusted to the sight, I noticed an old, blood-soaked bandage covering most of his forearm. My stomach churned but I didn't ask. I pulled the old bandage off, trying to soak up the remaining blood with my jacket sleeve. I started to wrap the new bandage around his arm, but the blood just continued to pour out. Fuck.

He was leaning agains the truck now, watching me in a daze. He was breathing slow, his eyes barely open. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I debated between calling 911 and the time it would take me to drive him to the hospital myself. Considering the local ambulance service in Albuquerque, I figured it would be best to drive him myself.

I wrapped my arms under him, pulling him up off the ground. I opened the back door of the truck and laid him in as lightly as I could before hopping into the driver's seat. I stuck the keys into the ignition and turned. Nothing. I tried again. The engine turned, but still nothing.

I was about to scream when I turned the keys for the third time and the engine finally turned over and on. I threw the old truck into gear and flew out of the bar parking lot, towards the direction of the nearest hospital.

This was not how I was expecting to spend my off-day.

[haylanmakesstuff]

Day 17 & 18 of my 21 day Skeksis Costume Build

DAY 17: OCTOBER 26th

           Torso adornments, attaching the hands, reinforcing the head, working on the collar.

1.)    First off today, looks like I’m watching a Tori Amos music video marathon; second only to starting to build the arms on this beast. Here you can see how I have screwed, glued, and taped the handle for Skekso’s puppet arms.

This means I have a way to hold the arms to make them completely movable at the shoulder joint and elbow, like so:

The shoulder joint is just two loop screws that connect to one another with a small screw-shut carabineer. This will let me actually remove the arms for storage, or if needed during driving.

Next is the elbow joint. This is two loop screws connected with a zip tie – I tried it a few ways and this actually gave me the most realistic movement. Sorry for the blurs. 

2.)    Now I attached the hands to the arms. The stuff my nightmares is made of is that a costume I make will fall apart Halloween night while it’s in use in front of a group of spectators. Here is the attached skeleton arm to the hand:

I hot glued (who would have guessed?) (and some Shoe Goo too) the arm end (made up of the clothes wire hangers) where I wanted them before securing it better to make sure the positioning was right. Then I used duct tape to ratchet the bottom down, then zip ties to hold the rest of it on.

3.)    I decided to add some upholstery foam to the handle, and tightly wrapped it in duct tape so I could have a good grip on something comfortable – that will help me stay out in the costume longer and control it better.

4.)    Next, I have to make sure the head has a neck that will hold its (relatively light) weight and also stand up through movement. I made a neck out of PVC pipes, joints, and glue that will go from the helmet into the skull of the head.

To make the PVC neck stay, I filled the area around it with the lightweight upholstery foam to fill in the area and give the pipe something to be glued to. 

5.)    I took a break from the hardware of things and made a few “snakes”. These are bunched, long tubes of materials that hang off of his collar and robes. These are out of the different materials like red velvet, the grey jersey, and gold lame.

6.)    Now it was time to test the costumes progress. I started putting pipe insulator on the arms, stuck the almost done neck into the bike helmet, to make sure it is going to be positioned where I wanted it.

Probably the only time you’ll see Skekso, the great emperor of Thra in plaid fleece pants.

7.)    Since everything checked out, time to make the neck permanent on the head, and the bottom of the neck able to slip in and out of the bike helmet. Here is a shot of the top of the bike helmet, which had a hole drilled/cut in it the size of the neck pipe:

And here is the inside/bottom of the helmet where my head will go:

 DAY 18: OCTOBER 27th

           Sleeves and arms, collar, black mask.

1.)    I spent a lot of time today adding fabric and shape to the collar of the torso, where the head will come out of. I tried to make it as close as possible to the real character, except the accommodations I had to make to see out of the costume. Here are the basic fabrics added; red velvet and black chiffon:

And here is the collar from the back with some of the snakes added. Sorry for the blurs. 

2.)    Now was the time to dress the arms. This fancy material is used a lot on the torso, skirt, and covers the arms. It was a curtain of some kind from a thrift store, luckily it was also huge and perfectly suited. I just sewed and hot glued the material in place, leaving a little extra where I knew the elbow would need it to bend easily.

3.)    The last thing I made today, I would actually consider a waste of time. I thought the flashes of cameras may penetrate my black chiffon window I would see through, and I wanted to be sure everyone’s picture didn’t have my regular old face appearing in it. I knew that in normal light you wouldn’t see it, but you have probably experienced how camera flashes at night can do weird things to fabrics. I made a makeshift and terrible black ninja mask out of an old t-shirt. I ended up using it, but I don’t think it was necessary. 

I wore the costume before any enhancements in February 2020 to a costume contest at a convention and didn’t wear it – the photos were all fine. It’s not the most comfortable as you’re already so restricted, better to lose it.

 That’s all for today! Come back for more posts about my journey through the Northern Oracle to build this Skeksis costume in 21 days. Happy Halloween All Year!

[skinks]

richie, instantly getting a boner at the sight of ‘drunk with something to prove cowboy’ eddie: who thinks i can get us kicked out in under 5 minutes for being much more horny and gay than allowed in this public bar???

Eddie unbuttons his shirt to the bandit crest of his scar, whips his boring tie in a boleadoras attack at Richie’s head, and Richie’s legs actually give out.

He slumps hobbled against the bullpen fence groaning helpless and salt-cracked. He’s glad the bar is bouncing between dark and rainbow beer-sign neon, and that the bullpen is hiding where he’s hot and stiffening. Eddie’s acting like an idiotic man twenty years his junior, leather-chaps gap between his thighs as he jumps around like a loon. That’s mirage-talk though, dangerous to reach for something Richie never saw and never will—as if Eddie at twenty was ever sleek and wild as this pitching bronco demon with a horseshoe hole in his chest. Richie’s mouth won’t close. His head is a mushroom cloud of Midwest alcohol, but even still. Jesus, his cock is filling out ripe with blood in public with his reclaimed posse of compadres, like he’s sixteen again in gym class or the quarry or the slimy woods, when the tendons carving desert-golden riverbeds down the backs of Eddie’s knees to brace his downy calves formed divots Richie ached to slide his tongue into.

He presses his hips against the fake-wood PVC fence, traps his hard dick there and wants, wants, bandsaws his tight jaw back and forth—hopes. Hopes like an adult hopes, that his fate might not rest in the hands of unknowable hormonal misfires but in the persuasive properties of his own rattlesnake tongue, in the dark corner of a bar in Hemingford Home, Nebraska. Eddie knows about his cowboy thing, he must be doing this on purpose. What other explanation for the way he’s tipping an invisible Stetson right at Richie with a high-noon grin, his whole stripling, rawhide body undulating from sensible boots to narrow shoulders like the whipping wave of a lasso, what the fuck. Where did Eddie “sits in his Chrysler then at a desk for eight hours then his Chrysler again then his couch watching HGTV all evening” Kaspbrak, Richie’s bureaucratic best friend, acquire core strength like that?

Firm ass curves, the bull rears thunderous, Eddie rides it like a cloud. Like it’s nothing. Like he does this all the time. Neon catches shadows in the creases of his slacks around his thighs, his groin. Does he — the way he keeps glancing back like he’s checking on his audience, would he work himself like that til he comes naked on Richie’s secret raging hardon later tonight if Richie begged, no hands and cocky and swiping his pelvis forward and back like a slingshot? Tame me. Shoot me. Break me to ride. Shrike my body to your cactus spike. Wrench the metal bit back against my gums with unforgiving reins wrapped around your knuckles. Kick the spurs of your bony Maine ankles into my fleshy sides while I rage inside you, and draw my blood, please, please, please, I want your gold rush. The crushing prairie heat of the bar sucks sweat from his hairline. Breezy whines roll from Richie’s chest like tumbleweed. Bill pats his back in sympathy and something that feels like good luck, pardner, nice knowing you.

The music plucks and twangs and coils and croons and strangers are screaming for Eddie Kaspbrak, reluctant risk analyst, enthusiastic monster-killer. Kid who giggled at Richie’s upside-down bunk-bed antics, but only Richie Tozier knows that. Richie’s shoulders go weak watching him arch his sunbleached canines in a grin above his ever-evil tongue, licking cornbread honeyglaze sweet from his lip, watching Richie back as he trips the bull’s spine like the rodeo ringmaster. Bev and Patty and Audra are all whooping their heads off while Mike and Ben are busy slotting more coins in the thing to keep it bucking. But Eddie dismounts gracefully to worldwide consternation, swaggers forward all John Wayne by way of Amazon jaguar, like he really has been clenching his juicy little thighs around a mustang for the last six months on the high Sierra trail in his gray-wool slacks. Richie’s dully shocked he didn’t do a somersault, panting grateful he didn’t; saved the undertaker nailing up another wooden box.

Nebraskans are tossing one dollar notes into the ring for an encore, and Richie’s cock is hanging thick between his legs for a riding. Fake PVC wood creaks in his fists as Eddie grabs him by the bolo tie he wore special for the occasion, tugs him down into a greasy onion-batter kiss, their first kiss, yippee-ki-yay, hi-ho silver, I’d give you my heart for a fistful of dollars, my soul for a few dollars more. Richie pushes Eddie’s sweating mouth open with his mouth and Eddie is scrambling over the fence with none of his previous grace, grabbing overflowing tousles into Richie’s dust-devil hair. Stanley is firing handfuls of beer nuts their way like it’s a shotgun wedding already, which it might as well be, given how Richie’s bending Eddie back into the bullpen fence and gasping thank you, Eds, oh thank god, fucking yeehaw, Eddie, holy shit, will you do me like you did that bull, I still love you, I’m sorry but I do, into this never-ending kiss and how Eddie’s licking the salt from his wounds and laughing I know, god, finally, I love your weird cowboy fetish, Rich, I love you, why the fuck else would I do that, and steel-guitar waltzes a slow romance with a fiddle as the bull slows and they all nine of them stumble out through the wafting bald-eagle wings of a saloon door and into the dark, hot, cold, together, alive, and star-spangled

[womenofwrestlingfashion]

Liv wears the Classified Sunglasses from Lorvae ($80) with the Main Factor Lace Corset (on sale: $28.99) & Tie Me Up PVC Pants ($88) from Club Exx

[fourseasonsfigs]

What Head?

I really love Word of Honor behind the scenes figs - they are such a particularly fun blend of Junzhe with our beloved Wenzhou.

This fig set was inspired by this exact behind-the-scenes footage:

Yep, Zhehan being, well, Zhehan! I love how playful and expressive he is! The actual name of this fig set is from some laughing and joking around between the two of them.

A few more pics:

The classic head-in-hands in the background makes me laugh every time! You can see him in the video that he's not that done with it!

Cuuuuuuuute.

These figs arrived safely in their polystyrene protective cut outs. Good thing too, you'll notice Lao Wen's hairpin is pretty delicate looking!

Lao Wen's fan arrived as a separate piece - I should have taken it out of the plastic so it'd be easier to see! The glare from the window makes it difficult.

You can see here where his hands are cupped in a salute and where the fan would fit. I just put a little bit of museum wax on it and fit it into his hands from the bottom.

And here it is! They really captured Zhehan's expression. Poor Gong Jun looks a little woebegone!

You can see the tie detail here on Zhehan's rough prison robe, as well as the beautiful detail on Gong Jun's luxurious red rescue set.

Ah ha! Here we have the head pat. I like the dimensionality of Zhehan's little scarf thing here, as well as the modeling of Gong Jun's hair.

Zhehan stands beautifully on his nice wide boots. These are probably the largest fig feet get (or at least that I've seen). He's very stable! Gong Jun is of course even more so, as the robes behind him hold him perfectly (crouched) upright.

I like the kind of mottling they did on Zhehan's robe - really plays up hint of roughness and texture. They also modeled the slashes of blood from the whip just so!

One more angle here from the side - they did such a nice job making these detailed but not excessively so.

I love this top-down shot! It's also a nice view of Lao Wen's hairpin.

And a shot from the other side for completeness. I like how they modeled another layer of robes inside Zhehan's sleeve - a really nice touch.

A little close up detail of the hair here. I actually (like many people) like Zhehan's comparatively messy or rather, slightly undone hair in this episode.

One more close up of the fan so you can see the detail a little better.

Beautifully detailed underside here - you can see the modeling care taken on his pants, and the bend in his shoe for his back leg. I really, really love hidden touches like this! It shows the care put into this fig.

A very sweet box card. The box itself was just a plain white box.

If you recall from the previous posts in this series, all of these have optional plastic puzzle pieces that form a larger artwork. Here's the one that went with this set.

And here's all the pieces we've seen to date! Two more figs sets to go.

Material: PVC

Fig Count: 252

Scene Count: 18

Rating: Gremlin x gremlin

[link back to Master Fig Index for more posts]

[celestialvoid-fanfiction]

It’s A Symbol Of Hope - Superman AU

[x]

The air around him was dense and hot, the thin wisps of stale oxygen suffocating him as the darkness began to close around him. His hands and feet were bound by heavy shackles, the metal cuffs chaffing his wrists and ankles and tearing at his sweat-soaked flesh. Clusters of blisters and welts had begun to irritate his skin, smears of blood and mud coating his frail limbs.

How long had he been there? Days? Weeks? Months?

His mouth was as dry as a desert and his chapped lips were cracked and bleeding, caked in clumps of dried blood.

He was trapped in a container or crate of sorts—that much he knew. The walls around him were made of metal grates that held back the thick clay and the only glimpse of the outside world was through a small piece of PVC piping through which water had trickled on the days it had rained and air had flowed freely, at least until it was blocked by the thick clay that surrounded him, leaving him to slowly suffocate.

HIs body was on the verge of collapsing when a wave of blazing heat washed over him. The confined space lit up with a molten red glow; the roof of the cage gave way, the blinding light of day breaking through the darkness.

Stiles winced, squinting against the glaring light as he looked up at the figure who hovered high above him in the air. The haze of light obscured his vision, but he could distinguish the shape of a man dressed in a skin-tight suit, the billowing fabric of his cape drifting about his body.

Stiles tried to fight it, but the darkness was seeping in around his eyes. The cool air made him shiver as it washed over his sweat-soaked body. He felt his body tremble and weaken before he hit the bottom of the crate.

He remembered the sound of shattering metal as his limbs were freed from the shackles and the sensation of weightlessness as he was hoisted off the ground. Through squinted eyes he could make out the shape of an S sitting inside a shield upon the man’s chest. The last thing he remembered was the drifting sound of the deep voice that reached his ears, a soft whisper of a husky voice strained by fear, “Hold on, Stiles… Hold on.”

Six months later, Stiles stood in the foyer of the Daily Planet, dressed in his usual white dress shirt; his thin black tie fastened around his neck and his favourite satchel thrown over his shoulder.

He looked down at the logo that was painted over the marble tiles, tugging at his tie slightly as he smiled to himself and stepped into the building. He hurried up the stairs and into the large open office where large pine desks sat in a semi-circle, backed up against the walls and facing one another: his, Derek’s and Scott’s. As per usual, Scott’s desk was semi-clean, Derek’s was pristine and Stiles’ was heaped with scattered papers, Post-it notes and photographs.

“I’m glad to see some things never change,” Stiles muttered to himself as he made his way around his desk and sat down, picking up the copy of today’s Daily Planet that had been left on his desk. He felt his hear skip a beat as he looked at the article on the front page. There was a photo of him on the front: he was frail and bloodied, covered in bandages and laying against the bleached white sheets of a hospital bed with an oxygen mask over his face. Above it was the title, ‘SUPERMAN SAVES MISSING REPORTER’, and a subheading that explained how the superhero had single-handedly taken down Deucalion and his insurgent militia who had kidnapped Stiles and kept him hostage for two months.

The sound of rushing footsteps drew him back to reality as someone burst into the office.

Stiles looked up to see Scott, his shoulders heaving as he looked at Stiles with dark eyes full of apology and sorrow and panted, “I was hoping to get here before you saw it.”

Stiles held his arm out to the side and dropped the newspaper into the trashcan beside his desk.

After a moment, he said, “So, they took my story away from me?”

“The higher ups made the decision,” Scott explained. “They thought you wouldn’t want to write on the people who…”

“Who kidnapped and tortured me for two months before burying me alive and leaving me to die?” Stiles finished. “They have a point. But still, it was my story."

“I’m sorry, man,” Scott said softly.

“It’s fine,” Stiles replied, sifting through all the papers on his desk and collecting all the information he had collected on Deucalion and his insurgency. He stacked it into one large pile and put it inside a manila folder before dropping it in the waste bin with the newspaper.

He straightened his back and sat back in his chair, a tight smile stretched across his face.

“I do have some good news,” Scott offered, slightly scared of Stiles’ impending burst of rage. “If you’re up for it, they want you to do a special.”

"Where's Derek?" Stiles asked, interrupting Scott and eyeing the desk that sat across the office from his.

"He said he had an early interview with some guy," Scott explained.

"Uh-huh."

Stiles nodded and turned his attention to other things, reaching into the top drawer of his desk and pulling out a handful of lollies. He tossed a few in his mouth and began to shuffle through the piles of paperwork, notes and lost pens, only disturbed when a deep voice said, "I'm looking for Stiles Stilinski."

"Then it's your lucky day," Stiles replied, tossing another lolly in his mouth and looking up at the three men in the doorway.

They wore formal military dress, neat pressed suits decorated with medals and their caps tucked under their arms. Judging by the badges and stripes that covered their shoulders, Stiles guessed that the youngest was a lieutenant, the man in front a general and the third man was a captain.

The general addressed him. "We need you to come with us."

"Okay," Stiles said nonchalantly. "Might I ask why?"

“We have someone in our custody and they will only speak to you,” the general answered. “That’s all we are allowed to disclose at this point in time.”

Stiles nodded, grabbing another handful of lollies before standing up and his satchel. He stepped around his desk and followed the three men out of the building.

Stiles was escorted through the dull grey halls of the military base. The captain and the lieutenant stood either side of him, marching him into the small room that opened up to a large window that looked into a bleak interview room. There was a table in the centre of the interview room, on one side was an empty chair and on the other was a large man dressed in a skin-tight suit, unmistakable.

“Superman?” Stiles muttered. “You want me to talk to Superman?”

“He refuses to talk to anyone else,” the captain explained. “We need you to find out whether or not he is a threat to our country.”

Stiles felt a ball rise in his throat. He remembered the tender touch of his strong hands that lifted him out of the crate. He remembered the drifting sound of the deep voice that reached his ears, a soft whisper of a husky voice strained by fear, “Hold on, Stiles… Hold on.”

Stiles nodded.

“Okay,” he rasped. “I’ll do it.”

The captain walked him to the door, pausing for a moment with his hand on the doorknob. He turned to look at Stiles. “We’ll have men outside the door and I’ll be right behind that glass.”

“Thank you,” Stiles said softly.

The captain opened the door and Stiles stepped in.

The latch clicked into place, making Stiles’ heart skip a beat. He took a second to compose himself, staring at the man who sat on the table, his sparkling aventurine eyes watching Stiles.

Stiles stayed on his feet, moving slowly towards the centre of the room. Stiles nodded towards the thin metal cuffs around Superman’s wrists. “Cute.”

The man smiled slightly.

“But you and I both know that you can break those like paper, so why do you bother pretending?” Stiles asked.

“To make you feel safe,” Superman replied. “If I’m cuffed then you won’t feel threatened.”

“I’m not scared of you,” Stiles replied. “And those handcuffs aren’t fooling anyone.” Stiles paused for a moment and drew in a deep breath. “What does the S stand for?”

“It’s not an S,” he replied. “On my planet, it stands for hope.”

Stiles smirked. “Yeah, well, here it’s an S.”

Superman chuckled.

“Why did you ask to talk to me?” Stiles asked.

“Because you’re a lot nicer than the other behind that window,” he answered.

“Okay, let’s get the big question out of the way: are you a threat to national security and/or our nation’s people?”

“I was raised here, this is my home,” Superman said softly. “I am only a threat to those who are a threat to others.”

“Okay, then who are you?” Stiles asked, taking a step towards the cold metal chair that sat across from the man. “Where did you come from?”

“My name is Der-El,” the man answered. “I come from a planet called Krypton.”

“Never heard of it,” Stiles muttered.

“And you never will,” Superman replied. “It was destroyed. My mother and my father sent me away before Krypton’s destruction. I am the last survivor.”

“And you came to Earth?” Stiles prompted.

“Crashed, rather. I was raised here as a human, hiding my abilities.”

“You don’t seem to be hiding them anymore?” Stiles pointed out.

“Why hide something I can use to help people, to save them?”

Stiles felt his arms tremble. The air around him felt hot and heavy; stale against his dry tongue. He swallowed hard, feeling his chest ache and tighten. From somewhere beyond the deafening pounding of his pulse in his ears he heard someone call his name, but it was like a distant dream. His shoulders shook with broken gasps. The world around him darkened as his legs fell from beneath himself. He hit the ground, feeling nothing but damp clay and sharp metal bars.

There was a calamity in his ears, his vision darkening as his eyes fell shut and he collapsed, hitting the ground with a heavy thud.

He bolted upright with a gasp, looking at the captain’s worried face as his thin lips moved around words that struggled to reach Stiles’ ears.

“Stiles?”

“I’m fine,” Stiles whispered. He swallowed hard and pushed himself upright, gently brushing off the captain’s hands as he repeated, “I’m fine.”

He glanced across the room to where Superman stood, pinned back against the wall by men with guns; his handcuffs shattered and his eyes full of worry as he stared at Stiles.

“I need air,” Stiles rasped.

He felt the captain hoist him to his feet and guide him out of the military base. His body was trembling, his frail limbs stumbling over themselves as he burst into the open air.

The cool breeze stung at his sweat-soaked skin, but the sweet scent carried on the breeze made it all better; clearing the foggy mist that clouded his brain and calming his nerves.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, dialling the phone number he had learnt off by heart years ago. The phone rang and rang and rang, until a familiar voice answered, “Hi, you’ve reached Derek Hale. I’m unable to take your call at the moment, but if you leave your name and number I will call you back.”

There was a small beep and Stiles started talking, “Hi babe, it’s me… It happened again: panic attack and then I passed out… I don’t know what to do… I was really hoping you’d pick up; I really wanted to hear your voice. Oh, and when you’re done pretending you’re at an interview over breakfast, you and I need to have a talk… I love you, Derek.”

He hung up, taking a moment to stare down at his phone before shoving it back in his pocket.

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[winterhawkkisses]

Happy Halloween first!! Could we get the boys going all out on a couples costume??

321.

“Wow.”

Tony took his time over the word, really feeling it out, his mouth open and round and dyed the cherry-red of the mildly unnerving punch. He’d tilted his sunglasses down so Bucky could see the yellow contacts, which Tony insisted was his modern take on demonology. As far as Bucky was concerned, it was half-assing it, from the tips of his non-existent horns to the toes of his shoes. At least, you had to assume those were his shoes, ‘cos no one else was gonna own snakeskin.

Steve was nearby, trying not to choke on his own cup of the blood-red toxic mix, presumably in fear for his suit. At least he’d made an effort, with small fluffy wings pinned to the back of his white tie and tails, and a gently glowing circle of neon yellow glow sticks on his head.

“Jeez, Buck,” he eventually managed, red-faced, “what’re you -”

He waved a hand vaguely at Bucky’s outfit, and Bucky folded his arms across his chest. Whatever the silver mesh shirt was made out of, it was cool when pressed against his skin, blissful in the heat of the Stark Hallowe’en party. The silver pants, on the other hand, were skin-tight and PVC, and riding up into all kindsa places Bucky didn’t want them. Aside from that he had green knee pads and elbow pads, barely laced back boots, a little strategic glitter that Clint’d insisted on and he couldn’t seem to remove.

“Sexy Doom Bot,” he said, like it was obvious, like the name didn’t make him want to punch something, a little.

“Oh no,” Steve said, and slapped a hand over his eyes, while Tony’s smile grew devilish, grew wider.

“Oh man,” he said, “please make all my Hallowe’en wishes come true and tell me we get -”

“SILENCE, MINION!” Clint yelled, and Steve peeked and then groaned softly, his hand sliding down to cover his horrified mouth. Bucky didn’t get the problem. Clint was wearing a mask, black PVC booty shorts, black boots and a green hooded cape.

That was it.

Bucky was a definite fan of Sexy Victor Von Doom.

“This - this is the best day of my life,” Tony whispered. “JARVIS, get me the Latverian embassy on Skype!”

Bucky slid in closer to Clint, sliding a cool metal hand onto his hip, taking a moment to appreciate his guy’s beautiful abs.

“Remind me how long we gotta stay?” he asked, thumb stroking back and forth across Clint’s skin.

“After how long it took to get you into those pants?” Clint asked, his mask shifting a little with the width of his grin.

“How long d’you reckon it’ll take to get me out of them?” His voice was pitched low, his hair brushing against Clint’s ear, and the slight catch in his breath was a beautiful goddamn thing.

“Excuse me, sir,” Steve said, in his most proper voice, “is this guy bothering you?”

“Have you learned nothing?” Clint boomed, in some kinda approximation of a supervillain voice. “None may touch Doom but that he wishes it.”

“Nope,” Sam said, swinging by in his awesome Robocop suit. “No way he actually said that.”

“Okay,” Clint said, his voice squeaking a little as Bucky pressed a kiss just under his ear, “later we’re playing Real Doom or Fake Doom. Right now I gotta go - fuck - install some hardware.”

“That is not robotics talk,” Tony said, “that is not even close to robotics talk, somewhere Dummy is really sad and he doesn’t know why.”

“At least I ain’t debauching any angels,” Bucky said, and Tony’s violent blush went all the way to the tip of his non-existent tail.

[teddy-feathers]

So I had a dream about cosplaying road hog

I don’t know anything about overwatch or the character specifically

but I actually spent several mins here after waking up

looking at leather scraps and trying to figure out how I’d make his costume.

details would be easy

flesh colored binder

that vest looks familiar as hell so i prob could find it real easy in a military surplus shop or something

the pants seem to be old bdus faded and stained...

he has a tactical web belt with all the little holders

decorative knee pads

regular combat boots with a “metal” spike “bolted” on

the chain holder and the way the pants are loose and open means the belt would have to be hella functioning though i have concerns about the chain bit in general. I suppose plastics? but finding something that specific in plastic would be a bitch and metal would be too heavy...oh oh hell yeah. cloth. silver foil metallic or some such wrapped around like foam tubes and then braided? for the shape or... well that's details and would be easy enough to figure if its viable once you start going shopping for the right shape and all but that way you have the look and POSSIBLY the functionality if you do it right.

the whole retractable motor thing on the chain thing would be a pain to figure out but again am sure we could figure something out - it’ll be less heavy at the very least now that your chain is fake but I'm betting there's a light weight device that could be adapted - failing that there are small kids kits with motors so a smart person given time and motivation could prob jury rig something to suit the purpose.

child vehicle tire cut in half and attached to the tactical vest with spikes that look familiar which mean they can be purchased or re-purposed from whatever they’re from...

the pouldron and bracer could be done a verity of ways like either plastic or foam or prob a combination though it wouldn’t be any use if anyone hit you and i don’t know how painting would go. the connector is just... pvc piping or a foam tube or something.

buttons are easy to make/ fake - easier still if they're actually like decorative patches

crotch guard and license plate would also be easy to fake and or re-purpose from something

rings are plastic - or at least they look platic - but could just be bought at a pawn shop i swear i’ve seen those styles just about anywhere

black nail polish

grease rag to flop over the back of the pants from inside to out

hook plastic prob solid stuff melted so no ruff edges from cuts and then painted and then fake nails attached cause it'd look cooler

the sword i admit is throwing me but I’m betting you could find a real one that's pretty close and just adapted a sheath and peace tie it like they do at ren fairs - or there’s always wood leather and actually that may be a gun so plastic? i dunno depends if you want it to come out of the sheath

mask is trickier and I haven’t liked the quick search of how to make one and was thinking real hard about making it out of leather with supporting plastic and such - but how would i breathe? - but a quick google search just should be an old gas mask with double filtration So i could find better OR just adapt this one ( BZT9 Military Gas Mask Filter NBC Style North 40HE NATO 40mm with HEPA Filter) that could be very easily adapted to look right hell it even has the straps and in the process OF adapting it Id just add in the huge decorative stitches or something

print out a set of stencils and then sharpie or body paint of some sort the tattoo on belly button is the mouth

grey hair spray or chalk + high pony tail or man bun if I don’t want to cut my hair... though copious amounts of gel and may be able  to fake it? idk

now as i don’t have great big arms or a perfectly round belly or much height i’m thinking a kid as junkrat for comparison would work pretty well. Or we just say fuck it I’m a chubby person who decided to run around half naked at con and did good on the costume at least.

but yeah as far as costumes go this looks really easy to pull off. I mean I realize it sounds like a lot of work and it would be - but so are most costumes and this was really fast and easy to conceptualize you know?

[tshirtfashiontrend]

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When god made sons he gave me the best Unisex Now Tisci is shaking things up yet again, choosing Gigi Hadid to front the brand’s new monogram collection campaign When god made sons he gave me the best shirt . In four separate images, Hadid takes on different British stereotypes, playing a British chav, a tie-wearing businessman, a streetwear thot, and a posh elite. Overall, the collection goes a long way to demonstrate the versatility of the new logo Remember janties? Those minuscule strips of denim that amounted to more or less a very stiff pair of underwear? They’re just one of many clothing items that have gone viral as of late for their sheer ridiculousness (Fashion Nova ripped denim and transparent PVC pants also come to mind), yet despite how much everyone seems to hate these garments, apparently being at the centre of an internet outrage cycle actually helps to drive sales. “Hype is real,” Lyst’s vice-president of communications, Katy Lubin, told The Guardian. In the case of janties, Lyst recorded a 2,250% increase in searches for the item on their platform, and the style sold out and received a restock on SSENSE. Apparently their viral popularity marked them as one of the main trends of festival season (Coachella was comedically dubbed “Buttchella” by one horrified fashion reporter). So next time you feel the urge to fire off a tweet making fun of a pair of pants, perhaps curb the impulse if it’s about something you don’t want to see in the near future. As they say, any hot hair helps a balloon get off the ground. You’re only contributing to the problem You Can See More Product: https://kingteeshops.com/product-category/trending/ Read the full article

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Who's ready for cool, affordable summer shopping? Oh, you? Great, because today, rather than letting you check multiple sites, spend hours browsing, and go through pages upon pages of products, I thought I'd round up the most incredible items some of our favorite brands are selling now. After all, it's kind of my job , plus I'll take any excuse to scroll through new arrivals . From matching sets to swimwear to dresses and skirts to strappy sandals (my current vice), and more, there's so much to love on Zara, Topshop, and Mango at the moment that I actually had trouble narrowing my favorites down to just 42. Nonetheless, I did, so to shop my top picks from each site—including a few I've already bought for myself —simply scroll down and thank (or blame?) me later. For those who clicked into this story purely to find out where Sylvie's blazer is from—I got you. Barely-there sandals that still make a serious statement. I'm a sucker for basics like this simple tank and bike shorts. Whether you use it for work or on your next beach trip, the extra shoulder straps make this bag super easy to take anywhere. I know, you need the pants, too. One of the cover-ups every fashion girl will be wearing this summer. You might also need the matching bikini. One of many strappy sandals on my wish list right now. This affordable top will make your work wardrobe look 10 times more expensive. Jeans this good are hard to come by at this price. I don't know what's better—the color, or the lace-up detailing on this once-piece? A little tie-dye is a must this season. I'm all for a fun little earring at this price. On that note, Mango's entire jewelry section is particularly good right now. Nothing could be basic in thie color. These neutral heels will go with everything you own. Next party, skip the dress and opt for this matching set. I'm betting this will be big on the wedding circuit soon. Let these be your go-to black heels for spring and summer. That summer day dress we all need. Is anyone else extremely excited at the idea of a bike shorts bikini look? I love this outfit as a daytime vacation look. A classic shape made mini for 2019. I'm really into dad shirts right now, and this one is perfect for summer. Throw a rope belt on anything and I'm sold. Style this skirt with contrasting sporty sandals for a cool and unexpected look. A surprisingly subtle way to do to snake-on-snake that anyone can get behind. Anklets are trending, which makes me want these cool sandals even more. I love the idea of styling this as a swimsuit cover-up. For those girls like me who wear jeans even in summer. We all need this $10 T-shirt in our lives. I'm so glad cargo pants are back. A fresh take on PVC sandals by way of a little color! Whether you wear it with a skirt or jeans, this top will make your summer wardrobe. This definitely goes with my OOO vibe for the season.  Go ahead; get the matching jacket, too. Who What Wear editor Lauren is obsessed with these strappy sandals. One of several things in this roundup that I've already purchased. Very into this color palette. Arguably the most famous sandals on the internet right now. I'm very serious about my basics, which is why I've already bought two of this tank in black and two in white. If it looks this good with a floral top and green sandals, this skirt will look good with anything. Give all your looks a pop of red this season. Blazers that come with belts make life so much easier. Up next? The surprising new It bag I couldn't even get my hands on .

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Meet Lauren, Who What Wear’s fashion editor  and the...

Meet Lauren, Who What Wear’s fashion editor  and the co-founder of The Devils Wear Zara . Lauren is so obsessed with Zara that we started calling her  the Zara Scout . Now she’s turning the nickname into a franchise so she can regularly share her insider knowledge of the brand, including all her hacks, secrets, and must-haves with you.

We often talk about trends as if they are easy to pull off so long as you buy the right things. While that sentiment is not wrong, we often ignore how wearing certain trends will make you feel . Trends like animal print and statement sweaters are typically no-brainers when it comes to styles we’re willing to try, but throw something like neon and slime green  into the mix, and suddenly we’re not feeling so confident.

Assuming you probably feel some type of way as well, we did what we do best—went to Zara and tried on all these weird trends so you don’t have to . As you probably know, we view Zara as the best place to test out rising trends for the clothes are affordable and they churn out new trends at the speed of light. Here, Mimi and I will walk you through our semi-traumatic Zara dressing room experiences coming at you all the way from L.A. and NY and show you which pieces we actually ended up falling in love with.

“I’ve been really nervous to buy into the neon trend, so I’d rather test the water with more affordable pieces first. This neon corduroy ‘shacket (shirt + jacket) was honestly so cool. It would look good over a black turtleneck, tied around your waist, or buttoned all the way up as its own shirt. Even though it was nearly blinding, this piece was surprisingly wearable."  "Thanks to Man Repeller’s Harling Ross, there’s a new outfit phenomenon going around that she so cleverly coined as the 'stick of butter’ look. Into it. I feel like the neutral monochromatic vibe just elevates your look. This sweater has super-oversize sleeves, but the pants dress it up a bit. I’m okay with looking like food, I guess.” “For some reason, I’m always attracted to clothes that look like the Grinch’s body, and this green fleece coat was no exception. Soft to the touch and incredibly warm, I say why not opt for this weird color instead of the camels and blacks that everyone usually chooses when it comes to this coat style?"  "People will either think this hoodie is dope as hell or totally heinous. Honestly, I wasn’t sure what side I was on until I tried it on. It has that perfect oversize feel you want with a hooded sweatshirt. Yes, the denim-hybrid look is a little weird but I feel like it could get compliments (maybe). It’s one of those things you’ll probably reach for every weekend because it’s so comfy.” “And here it is from the front.” “I saw this online and thought it was cute but might be too much with all of the trends going on (PVC, chain link strap). I was wrong. Perfect mini bucket bag and would go with pretty much any look. Looks like something you’d want to Instagram IMO.” “Suiting as a trend has been around for a while. To some, it may not seem exactly controversial, but the truth is that most people like the idea of wearing a suit more than they actually like wearing a suit. One of those people is definitely me. I see women wearing tailored suits of all kinds all over Instagram and beyond, but whenever I try one on in the store, I feel like I look so lame. "This skirt suit from Zara was honestly the first time I felt cool wearing a suit. The blazer is unique in that it is collarless with boxy shoulders and the miniskirt fits just right with a high-rise waist, belt loops, and pockets.” “I also tried the blazer on with my jeans and black long-sleeve shirt I was wearing while shopping to see if it looked good all alone, and it does. In other words, my friends and co-workers will be seeing a lot of these two pieces in the coming weeks.” + Zara A-Line Mini Skirt ($50) “Another perfectly oversize sweatshirt. I feel like this is the tie-dye trend for beginners—it’s not too crazy because it’s pretty neutral based. Could wear with a skirt, jeans, over a dress… the list goes on.” “Tie-dye is really cool and can be really easy to wear if you buy the right pieces. Clearly, Mimi and I love oversize shirts and oversize anything that kind of makes us look like punk skater girls even though we could not be farther from that aesthetic. I digress. This shirt was soft and the ombre effect on the tie-dye really stands out. So I bought it.” I paired it with these silk cargo pants that have pockets and snap closures at the ankles. It’s hard to see in this pic, but they are legit (and only $40, fam). This is an outfit I will be wearing on repeat.  “With the right hair and makeup, I could look like an extra in a Tim Burton film in this. Since my life is not a movie, I will prob style this with combat boots and a denim jacket around my waist. Shouts to Zara for making outfits very easy with the two-piece sets these days.” + Zara Striped Skirt With Buttons ($30) Next up, shop the 11 designer handbags fashion girls are buying in 2019 .

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Dream Sketches Yet Again!

Hey everyone; sorry for the drought of drawings. I’m currently working on an MLP comic and I want to finish it before I start up my Patreon. Until then, here’s another round of dream sketches from last night! This one’s got some rather weird dream mechanics in it, but it doesn’t ramp up until the second half. 

Dream description and sketches below the break!

So the dream started out with me inside of a flying car bobbing around in midair about 50 feet above a desert highway. The car I was in was all black, shiny, and very modern-looking, like a high-end sports car of some kind. It was high noon and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky, But then the dream shifted to nighttime, and I was now at some kind of party in an office building in France (I didn’t see the Eiffel Tower or anything; I just “knew” it was in France). The party was winding down, and everyone was going home. I was now in more formal attire- dress shirt, tie, black pants and nice shoes- and was loosening my tie as I headed out the exit. I decided to go to the movie theater, heading in through a door on the side of the building.

Where I ended up, however, was not a theater- it was a cramped, twisting series of hallways, covered from floor to ceiling in little blue-and-white bathroom tiles, with clean white PVC pipes of all shapes and sizes haphazardly arranged all over the place, blocking halls and snaking throughout the complex like plastic vines. For some reason I figured that this was simply what movie theater were like in France, and pressed on- but the hallways quickly became more and more narrow, the ceiling became lower, and the pipes denser. It wasn’t until I had to literally get on my hands and knees to get through a doorway that I realized I had gone through the wrong door, and ended up in what I assumed was a maintenance wing, so I backtracked and headed back outside.

As I headed outside, I ended up in a back alley behind the theater, where an older woman was walking down towards me carrying a big red bag. A mugger suddenly ran past her, grabbing her bag away and dodging past me. But as he ran, his legs suddenly began to evaporate into an oily black vapor, starting from the feet and working their way up his body. Within seconds, the mugger had completely vaporized into the black steam, leaving nothing behind but some damp clothes and the lady’s handbag.

Inside the bag, I found several 2-liter bottles of store-brand root beer. As soon as I picked on up and held it up to the light of a nearby street lamp, I could see the label slowly fizzling away to nothing just as the mugger did, turning into that same inky vapor from the bottom up. Once the label was gone, the root beer inside the bottle started vanishing as well, and the bottle began to do the same, slowly working it way up to my hand as I held the bottle by its cap.

This is where things got really freaky- it’s hard to describe, but it’s as if my dream self knew that this “vaporizing” was going to kill me, so my dream “reset”  itself back to where I was in the flying car above the desert in order to save my life, like reloading a save file in a video game.

Once I was back safe and sound inside the black sports car, I gently lowered the car back down to the ground (with some difficulty- the car was extremely wobbly and hard to control when floating). On this desert highway were several other wrecked cars scattered about for reasons unknown. With no-one around and the whole highway to myself, I decided to have some fun and floor it down the highway at top speed.

Unfortunately, as I made it over a low dip in the road, I discovered that the road I was on ended abruptly, intersecting with a road going perpendicular to my path as well as bordering the edge of a massive lake. I tried to hit the brakes but it was too late- the car went right over the edge and into the water and me along with it.

With the car quickly sinking into the depths of the lake, my “vision” was quickly filled with blue like a computer screen, and the following image appeared, as the last thing I saw right before I woke up:

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Well, this was certainly an odd dream! It certainly had a dark tone throughout, and the theme of people being “infected” with a black-colored, otherworldly disease is similar to my previous dream sketch entry. I wonder if that’s going to be a theme in future dreams. Guess I’ll just have to find out!

The most interesting part of course was the “reloading” part. I remember the “mechanics” of it worked thusly: my dream could reload previous parts of my dream to start up from in case I was in a situation where I could be killed, but if I did get killed in my dream, I wouldn’t be able to reload. It’s another one of those things that I simply know in dreams, regardless of whether or not I learned about it (I wish there was a name for that). It’s weird, but it makes sense- since a dream is a construct of my own memories and imagination, I’d already know how everything works.

If anyone has any insight or wants to share weird dreams of their own feel free to reblog/reply.