#costume house

[fredwkong]

Costume House

It was a local urban legend, an old abandoned warehouse where tons of underground parties happened ages ago. According to the legend, when you walked into the house, your appearance and personality changed to perfectly match whatever you were wearing. Every single story featured themed costume parties and tons of body transforming fun.

These days, there was a chain link fence all around the warehouse with tons of “keep out” signs posted. But still, even though it seemed like a lot like this would be rebuilt, the costume house remained.

One night, you got bored and horny enough, thinking about what people might turn into at a costume house party, that you decided to go take a look. You threw on a pair of sweatpants and a dark sweater and headed out.

The lot looked ominous in the gloom, lit only by the reflected glow of nearby streetlights. You hopped the fence and started to walk around the house, trying to figure out where to enter. There didn’t seem to be any security, and you were warm from your jog over, so you stripped off your sweater. No one was around, you could bare your unremarkable chest if you wanted.

A door near the back of the warehouse was ajar, and you pushed it open. It moved silently. You took out your phone’s flashlight and stepped inside.

You had the impression of a huge, empty space inside, bare concrete floor with a few piles of junk laying around, and then your whole body was overtaken with an overwhelming erotic sensation. You stumbled forward, the door swinging shut behind you.

As you collapsed to your hands and knees, your phone bounced out of your grasp and illuminated a broken mirror lying on its side. You saw yourself, looking flushed and horny, freeballing in loose grey sweatpants with no shirt on. You looked like a—

Grindr bro.

You were dressed up like one of those dudes who claims to be an aesthetic male appreciator but gets on his knees at the slightest provocation, who loves cock but loves even more to pretend that he doesn’t. The realisation sent shockwaves through your body that finally focussed in on your dick.

It was already steel hard from the supernatural stimulation you were experience, but you felt it stretching even bigger and harder. When your eyes uncrossed, you saw in the mirror that your big dick formed a visible tube in your sweats, a wet spot forming by the head.

Tingling waves of pleasure coursed from your dick down your legs, and they bulked up in the sweats, filling out the fabric to show your hot new muscles even through loose pants. Like a true dl bottom bro, your ass swelled up like you spammed hip thrusts every leg day, your ample cheeks giving you a crease along your crack as you spasmed on the ground.

Your bare belly filled out with a set of hot abs, perfect for a torso picture that would get bottoms and tops alike wet. The sensation of your abs and pecs growing in got you moaning, a sound that echoed from the distant walls. Light hairs grew in over your new muscles, giving you a cute yet manly look.

Your arms became truly impressive. Thick underarm hair, huge biceps, and veiny forearms perfect for impressing a bro at the gym so you could have some fun with him in the showers. You had been sweating the whole time you’d transformed, from the mix of pleasure and terror, but now all your new hair released a strong, musky stench that bros would definitely appreciate.

The final steps in the physical transformation were your neck and head, the least important parts, since the new you wasn’t going to be taking face pics. Your neck thickened, and your moans became lower pitched, then lower still as your natural speaking range extended downwards to an almost parodically masculine sound. You kept your boyish looks, sharpened by a habitual sneer and a slit in one eyebrow, as your hair became a perfect tight bro cut.

You tried to resist as you felt the costume house’s magic reaching into your head. Who knew if this would ever wear off? But the tingling pleasure of the transformation penetrated your mind, and your thoughts started to change to match your costumed body.

Cock. You couldn’t think about anything else. You could cover up your needs by playing up your manliness, but your mouth and your hole felt so empty, and you wanted to stick your big bro cock in some boy, too. All your other personality and interests vanished, replaced with the gym, partying, and, more than anything else, getting cock.

As the transformation finally ended, you scrambled to grab your phone. It had transformed too, becoming a beat-up iPhone with a cracked screen and some random meaningless girl as the background pic. Grindr was hidden in the folders exactly where you expected it. You scrolled through your badass set of faceless gym pics and mirror selfies that showed your muscle bro bod and big dick, and jumped in to message the first guy you saw.

“Hey bro. Wanna have fun? Come to the costume house.”

[myfandomprompts]

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON SEASON 2 OUTFITS

[luxus-aeterna]

Went for an October stroll through the French Quarter with the New Orleans Costume History Enthusiasts.

[grandkhan221b]

I've been slowly obsessing more and more about asoiaf fashion in the past 6 month, and really developing in details how it would look in different regions, classes, etc (the North being the one I have the most complete picture on). And I wanted to put some of this to paper instead of endlessly turning it in my head before I go to sleep. Usually when I costume design it is confined to a specific character, I've never done like worldbuilding fashion design, but idk asoiaf really gets me going.

So here's the North ! I could have kept going and added more stuff, but if I try to spew all the shit that's in my head I'm never gonna finish this x) So I focused mostly on great houses/nobles fashion for this. Maybe I'll do a sheet for smallfolk or practical clothing like battle armour after I'm done with all the kindoms. I already have to continue the anti AI quest...

[circuslollipop]

jace, baela, and rhaena couture! aka my top 3 favorite hotd characters ✨ for jace i did use the show as inspiration for a couple of his outfits then went to headcanon, while for the twins i mostly went with headcanons based off the book!

i may take a break from these for a while as i have other things to get to but eventually i want to do these for alicent's kids as well

[astrolavas]

that one trend of drawing your fav character as your culture RAHGHHH ‼️🦅🇵🇱 polish hunter...

[lmaowh-at]

Lanns n Starks lineups/costumes sketches that I will probably add other houses to. Tywin and Joff & the rest aren't here because I was lazy and Cerseis dress took all of my energy. Don't ask me about inspiration or historical basis for these

[naughty-salsa]

[jeannepompadour]

Bridesmaid dress, House of Worth (French, 1858–1956), silk with pearl trim, 1896

[shaylogic]

Okay, so we know that Charles' polo goes red>burgundy>black and back by the end of the season.

Because there's so much going on, I always missed the exact transitions. This time I specifically tracked them down. (Apologies if this has already been done.)

Charles shirt is bright red through the majority of the Devlin House, even in Hope's Diary scene, when he opens up to Crystal.

Even when he first swings at Mr. Devlin and gets knocked back, his shirt is red.

The very subtle shift to burgundy is after he disappears and first reappears in the loop.

It remains burgundy throughout the entire lighthouse leapers episode and beginning of the two dead dragons.

I finally realized the very last moment we see of Charles in the burgundy is with Crystal. She tells him after the confusing makeout night, "But I think we should be friends," and kind-hearted Charles, of course, respects that and puts on a friendly smile.

It's difficult to see in the next scene with him because of his jacket, the angle he sits at on the ladder, and the lighting, but it's immediately after that when we first see him in the black polo.

My brother in death, you are NOT doing well.

here's another song from Jayden Revri's official Charles playlist, that I think is about this conflict with Crystal:

His shirt is still black during the "I don't wanna be a bad guy" scene.

After Edwin's affirmation of Charles' inherent goodness, it is directly after this scene that the shirt goes back to burgundy!!!

He's still wearing the burgundy during the confession:

BUT IT GOES BACK TO BRIGHT RED LITERALLY RIGHT AFTER EDWIN'S CONFESSION AND THEY ESCAPE HELL TOGETHER!

Yo I equally love Cryland and Payneland but the show canonly said "Crystal hit him in the loneliness and Edwin hit him in the loved"

[mkstrigidae]

Backgrounds? *puts on sunglasses* I don't know her.

My favorite girl Sansa, here to eat lemon cakes and take names.

[kosemsultanim]

Alicent Hightower's Costumes in Season 1 of House of the Dragon requested by anonymous

[thevoidstaredback]

Okay, so, crisis averted. Both of them, really. Red Robin had not asked or attempted to get any more of Danny's drink and the World Ending Crisis was less World Ending and more World Threatening. Either way, no one is hyped up in lethal amounts of caffeine and the world is in no more pieces than it had been before.

That brings attention to a new problem, though. It's uniquely Danny's problem and Constantine and Zatanna and Deadman won't stop laughing at him. He's also pretty sure that Raven is laughing at him in the privacy of her mind, so that's making him feel worse.

The problem is that every single hero that had been at the meeting a week ago that was not a part of the JLD has been overly concerned about him.

So what if he half died when he was fourteen and therefore will never look over either fourteen or eighteen? So what if he consumes enough caffeine to kill an elephant within a few minutes? What is he gonna do, die? That's not a real threat as long as he only fights as Phantom.

Ignoring the fact that he can, in fact, get hurt to the point of near death as Phantom. It's not like anyone knows that, though! Besides, ghosts run on god rules. They can't die, only fade when forgotten. People aren't likely to forget about most ghosts, though, even if they can't remember their names.

He's not gonna share that, though. Let Batman keep his contingency that won't work because the only contingency that will work for Phantom is the one he made himself. Tried and tested! He's marked it off of his Bingo Card.

Anyway. Heros and their kids/proteges have been trying to track him down for the entire week. He can't risk even leaving the House of Mysteries because the Supers are all probably listening out for him and they can't hear him through magic. It sucks. He just wants to go get a cup of coffee as Danny. The second he leaves, though, the Supers will be on him like bloodhounds. He'd leave as Danny, but the rest of the JLD don't know what he looks like as Danny and he'd like to keep it that way, thank you very much. Being stuck as Phantom was going to start causing issues to his human half if he doesn't get to leave soon.

Should he risk it? Is coffee that won't kill him really worth risking the Supers finding out his civilian identity? Sure, they wouldn't tell anyone, but he didn't like the idea of someone being able to pick him out of a crowd when all he wanted to do was blend in. It's why he avoided Gotham and Bludhaven, actually, but that's both self explanatory and another story for another time.

"You're still here?" Zatanna sat on the couch beside him. "You're normally gone by now. You can't not be tired of us yet."

He sighed and sunk down into the couch slightly. "Believe me, I'm tired of being stuck here, but I can't leave. I can't leave as a human because you guys don't know what I look like and, no offense, but I'd like to keep it that way. I can't leave as I am now because Superman will be on my ass quicker than I can blink!" He whined this time, "I just want a cup of coffee."

"What about your special brew?" Raven asked, coming into the room.

"I want to drink coffee as a human. That stuff will kill me if I drink it as a human."

"At least you know your limits."

"That sounded like a dig at someone, Z."

"It was."

"Why don't you just go out under a protection spell?" Raven offered, "We could cast one over you and you could leave. Superman can't hear through magic, so he won't be able to tell. Neither will Superboy."

Danny thought for a second. "You're a genius, Raven! Has anyone ever told you that?"

"A few times," she blushed.

"Well, it needs to be said more!"

Zatanna laughed. "Alright, kid, let's get you outside before you drive yourself crazy."

Practically vibrating in place, Danny waited for the protection spell to settle over him. The second it did, he was out the door and wandering the streets of whatever city the House of Mysteries decided to drop him as Danny instead of Phantom.

"Who are you," was not the question or voice he wanted to hear the second he stepped into the open as himself.

"Danny," he squeaked out through his absolute panic. He didn't dare turn around.

The sound of fabric moving minutely clues him in to the second person behind him. What the hell were these two doing out? It's the middle of the day and there's no attacks going on anywhere in Gotham!

"Where did you come from?" Robin asked.

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit! This was really bad! Why did the House drop him *here* of all places? Does it *want* him to die again? It was very painful the first time, thank you very much! "Illinois?"

"Was that a question or an answer?" Why is Red Robin here now?!

"An-an answer?"

"Ah, you guys are scaring the little guy!" That was Nightwing. They're surrounding him! Why is Nightwing here? This is Gotham, not Bludhaven. "Give him some room to breathe."

They did not, in fact, give him room to breathe. Maybe coming outside was a bad idea. If he gets out of this no more dead than he already was, he was going to move to the middle of nowhere and become a hermit. Smallville is a town in the middle of nowhere, right? He'll retire as Phantom and move to Smallville until the people get suspicious and burn him as a witch-!

Maybe moving to a big city would be a better idea. Or locking himself in the basement of the House of Mysteries. Yeah, yeah that's a good idea.

"-even listening?"

Oh shit. They were still talking to him! Now is not the time to panic! "Gottagobye!" And then he was running.

Good job not panicking, Danny.

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[gameofthronesdaily]

“When she comes back from the Grand Sept [where she meets Alicent in Episode 3], the production wanted a different look. She’s changed her mindset, changed her look. So we go into a more Targaryen look, and the hemline is raised. And she’s always in boots. Her looks are always suitable for jumping on a dragon.” — Caroline McCall

[grandkhan221b]

Stark and co doodles as an excuse to draw more Northern fashion

(from top left : random northern woman just to draw that headwear -my boy robb - sansa - sansa and jeyne gossiping - bran watching jon brood)

[circuslollipop]

alicent hightower couture! younger and older versions

mostly inspired by the show's costumes as well as my own personal headcanons