#red polka dot bow tie

[susoriginals]

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[shootingmorningstar]

Was inspired by bambygourl’s fanart and a TikTok I saw. Dressing up as Roger and Jessica Rabbit for a costume party with Lucifer. I think he’d be all pouty and grumpy about dressing up as such a silly character and not a suave charming character. Especially since he’d take a look at the white button up, red trousers with suspenders, and blue bow tie with yellow polka-dots and see it as a fashion nightmare XD. And don’t get him started on the bunny ears and tail. Tho his mood is sufficiently uplifted when he sees the reader dressed up as Jessica Rabbit. Low cut red dress with a slit and all. Just imagine pulling on his suspenders or bow tie for a kiss, getting lipstick on his mouth and face, and cooing over how adorable and handsome her honey-bunny is.

I've been meaning to get to this request ever since I saw it because it is just so good. I'm definitely biased for anything Lucifer related but god this is just so cute. Anon, your brain is outstanding. I love pouty Lucifer. If you still have that tiktok on hand or ever come across it again, do you think you could send it my way .ᐣ

You didn't include what kind of request you wanted though, and my default is HCs -- but I couldn't help but throw in a little drabble based on them, too. Or, at least I intended it to be a drabble .ᐣ It got away from me, haha.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀Lucifer and Female Reader Dressing

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ Up As Roger and Jessica Rabbit ~

Lucifer is initially thrilled when you bring up wanting to attend a famous yearly costume party in Pride with him. A chance to show you off sounds amazing, and he's great with costumes. Just the thought of you two matching is enough to get him excited.

You seemed just as excited as he was -- in fact, he was even more excited when you told him you'd already had something in mind .ᐟ He's pestering you to tell him just what the costumes were as soon as the plan leaves your lips, but much to his displeasure, you refuse, saying you want to keep it a surprise.

You'd even managed to resist the very strongest puppy-dog eyes and pout. Impressive. He usually succeeds in getting his way with that one -- who could ever say no to that face .ᐣ Having exhausted his options, he sighs his defeat.

Well, nearly exhausted his options. He was entirely too ready to pretend that you'd won and snoop through your closet the second you walked away. Apparently his quick glance at said closet had given him away though, and with a quick deadpan stare alongside a scary sounding ❛ don't you dare. ❜ has his feet rooted to the floor.

Did his poker face really suck so bad .ᐣ He's definitely practicing it in the mirror later.

Ultimately, though, he trusts you completely and your choice in matching outfits is no exception, so he allows it to drop for now. There's still a few more days until the party, but that time could be spent much more productively by your side rather than whining about clothing.

That is, until the day of the party comes around and you bring out his outfit. You'd never seen Lucifer's jaw drop quite like that before and it takes iron will to stop yourself from giggling at his present state.

He doesn't understand the reference. Lucifer regrets his past decision to give humanity free will. It's obvious, even if he never seems to say it outright. He had given out such a precious gift and so much of humanity chose to abuse it, to be nothing but cruel. Looking at sinners and by extension humanity is just a terrible reminder of what he'd done, so he prefers to avoid it whenever possible. This quite often includes the media of the living realm -- he's never even heard about the movie, forget seeing it.

So without the full context, all he knows is that you've just handed him an absolutely atrocious outfit -- and to make it worse, you expect him to go out in it .ᐣ Seriously, he whinges, red overalls with a blue bow .ᐣ Rabbit ears .ᐣ And to make it worse, you won't even show him your outfit until he gets dressed .ᐟ He can't believe you're laughing.

He sounds completely and totally ridiculous, in your defense. Seriously, has he seen his regular outfit .ᐣ He looks absolutely stunning, sure -- but he also looks like he walked right out of a circus.

It says a lot, though, that despite the complete and total pity party he's currently throwing himself, he's beginning to shuffle into the costume anyway. He's grumbling the whole way, but the fact that he just doesn't have it in him to say no to you warms your heart.

You had been so, so eager about this party, and the way your eyes had shined like stars when you told him had long since burned itself into his heart.

wc ; 1.2k

His seemingly endless complaints had tapered off ever so slightly when you shimmied his grasp off of the ruby red suspenders sagging unbuttoned over his chest. By the time you take the fabric into your own hands his protests faded to little more than a mumble under his breath, and with the very first snap of a button in place under your gentle touch he'd quieted completely. Where a look of exasperation had reflected off his face seconds prior, in its place now is that of silent awe, his gaze trained on your every action. The gesture of intimacy is enough to leave Lucifer somewhat choked up, his heart still not used to receiving such acts of adoration and kindness. You tie the cornflower blue fabric adorned with tiny yellow spots into a bow to accentuate the costume and cover his hands briefly with your own as you slip the gloves onto his fingers.

Not twenty minutes had passed, and he finds his attitude regarding the ensemble shifting with every second you take to assist him into it. Each and every part of it looks ridiculous at best, but the thought of you picking it out solely for him has him warming up to the idea.

Declaring your work complete, you raise your grasp ever so slightly, palms holding each of his cheeks close, your thumbs rubbing soft little circles below his eyes. Your affections are sufficient only when finished with a kiss placed on his forehead. ❛ I'm going to go get dressed, okay .ᐣ No peeking. I promise I'll be right back. ❜

The way his wrists on instinct dart out to catch yours to bring you close to him again as you pull back nearly got you. He's extended his lips in a pout once more. You hate to leave him quite so sad looking but you know he'll appreciate what you have planned enough for it to be worth it.

Bathroom door shutting closed behind you, there's the smallest bit of lingering regret that he can't help you to get dressed like you had for him. The outfit itself takes you barely a few moments to slip into -- it's the makeup that requires precision, time and effort. His pacing around the bedroom is audible, impatient steps sounding into stomps, the sounds causing you to choke on a laugh. You need a steady hand for your eyeshadow and that's hard to maintain during an act quite as cute as this.

Nonetheless, your look is finished within half an hour and therefore Lucifer is put out of his misery. It's not a second after the door clicks open that his attention is caught, snapped to the light peaking out of the doorway. Stepping into the small hallway, your eyes are met with his own -- and the way his pupils widen as soon as he gets a glance of your dress makes both your efforts and his complaining worthwhile. His gaze takes you in from top to bottom, each detail enchanting him further. The dress so perfectly hugging your curves is crimson to match him and absolutely breathtaking -- and are you walking towards him .ᐣ Your strut does well to accentuate the slit stitched into the leg, your thigh tantalizing in its display.

Finally reclaiming your place beside him, one of your fingers reaches out, finding purchase under his chin -- and when you tilt his head up you swear you saw his eyes flash red. ❛ Hello, my darling husband, ❜ you coo, sending his already overloaded brain into a frenzy. Husband . . .ᐣ You wanted . . .ᐣ With him, really . . .ᐣ And although he's beginning to put the pieces together and clue in that such a term of endearment was part of your match, you seemed so happy to say it. He snaps his focus back onto just how stunning you look tonight, but the idea has firmly implanted itself into the depths of his mind.

Back into the present time, his hands have begun to roam -- he wants to commit every detail of you to memory, and that includes the feeling of your dresses fabric under his fingertips. His grasp is met with your own, for it's not long before you're pulling the straps of his suspenders, tugging him forward into a kiss. By the time he's recovered from his surprise enough to reciprocate, though, you're already beginning to pull away. He chases your lips with a whine but you've already moved on, pressing a kiss first to his cheek and then to his forehead. It's only when you offer him a small compact mirror does he understand -- each of your kisses has left behind a little bit of the lipstick you oh so painstakingly applied. Your marks on his face have left him entranced, desperately craving more.

A gasp rips itself from those same cherry red lips in surprise -- you weren't expecting him to summon forth his tail, much less wrap it around your midsection and use it to bring you closer. ❛ Kiss me again, ❜ He pleads, desperate and breathy. ❛ Anything for my honey bunny, ❜ you chime, matching the mark on his left cheek with one on the right. ❛ You just look so cute, ❜ between each kiss is another offering of praise and compliments, the blush left in your wake matching excellently. ❛ Who's my handsome bunny .ᐣ ❜

Your multitude of kisses has left Lucifer stunned and looking nothing short of angelic -- even more so than usual. You're fully intending on giving him several more, leaning in to do just that when the wall mounted clock besides you chimes a new hours arrival, alerting you to the time. ❛ Oh, dear. I'm very sorry, Mr. Rabbit, but I'm afraid we simply must be going. We don't want to be late, do we .ᐣ ❜

Fixing your lipstick takes all of a few seconds, leaving you free to grab a makeup wipe off the pouch resting atop your vanity and wipe all of the stains you'd adorned his face with away. A snap of his wrist catches yours just inches from his face, however, halting your plans in their tracks. Confused, you look to him for an explanation, a soft ❛ leave them. please .ᐣ ❜ being all he offers you. ❛ You're going to go to the party like this, love .ᐣ ❜ to which he nods sagely. He can't bear to part with them -- not when the lipstick marks are yours, not when they declare proudly that he is yours.

❛ If you say so, honey. ❜ You can't deny that the prospect leaves your heart fluttering. A grand, golden portal appears with a simple snap of his fingers and he takes your arm, now linked with his own in an attempt to usher you forward. He can't wait to show you off, to watch as other demons eyes glow green as they stare his way. You stay still, though, prompting him to look back at you with an air of confusion. It's then that you lean close, whispering ❛ be a good bunny and there will be more where that came from. too bad we'll have to wait until we come home, hmm .ᐣ ❜

Suddenly Lucifer can't wait for this party to be over.

I still can't believe I'd originally intended this to be 100 words and it ended up over a thousand. I can't help it, I'm so weak for anything Lucifer related. I'm half tempted to write an absolutely filthy post party part 2. If there's enough demand for it .ᐣ I just might.

As always, let me know what you think .ᐣ Hearing back from you guys keeps me motivated ~

[chic-a-gigot]

La Mode nationale, no. 39, 26 septembre 1896, Paris. No. 18. — Groupe de toilettes nouvelles. Bibliothèque nationale de France

(1) Jaquette de drap vert saule, ajustée, à basques avec pochettes; revers habit; gilet blanc croisé sur une chemise d'homme. Col rabattu, cravate de ruban quadrillé vert et paille. Manches ballon. Chapeau canotier avec pouf de ruban et deux grandes plumes couteau en aigrette sur le côté.

(1) Fitted willow green cloth jacket with peplum and pockets; coat lapels; white double-breasted waistcoat over a man's shirt. Turn-down collar, green and straw checkered ribbon tie. Balloon sleeves. Boater hat with ribbon pouf and two large knife-edge feathers in an aigrette on the side.

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(2) Corsage de mohair bleu et noir. Corsage montant coupé par des petits velours noirs posés en pointe. Col montant.

Ceinture composée de trois petits velours. Manches gigot.

(2) Blue and black mohair bodice. High bodice cut with small black velvets placed in a point. High collar.

Belt composed of three small velvets. Leg of mutton sleeves.

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(3) Toilette en lainage tilleul, à pois verts. Corsage plastron à dents de roses, boutonné sur les côtés.

Col montant. Manches gigot. Jupe forme princesse boutonnée sur le côté en haut. Chapeau canotier, orné par un gros nœud de ruban rayé tilleul et noir avec deux ailes posées en aigrette.

(3) Linden woolen dress, with green polka dots. Rose-toothed plastron bodice, buttoned on the sides.

High collar. Leg of mutton sleeves. Princess-shaped skirt buttoned on the side at the top. Boater hat, decorated with a large bow of linden and black striped ribbon with two wings set in an aigrette.

Métrage: 10 mètres lainage grande largeur.

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(4) Corsage à basques, en satin violet, ouvert sur une chemisette de tulle, recouverte par un rabat coquillé en dentelle blanche. Col montant avec nœud de dentelle derrière; haute ceinture drapée. Manches ballon.

(4) Basque bodice, in purple satin, open over a tulle chemisette, covered by a shell flap in white lace. High collar with lace bow behind; high draped belt. Balloon sleeves.

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(5) Toilette de lainage bois de rose. Corsage-boléro à grand col rabattu et brodé, ouvert sur une chemisette de surah or.

Col drapé montant, d'où s'échappe un volant de dentelle. Manches ballon, à poignets plissés au-dessus du coude; haute ceinture de velours drapée et à pointe. Jupe plate, plissée derrière.

Chapeau rond, en paille, orné de ruban or, posé devant en oreilles d'ours, avec touffe de plumes d'autruche droites derrière.

(5) Rosewood woolen toilet. Bolero bodice with large folded-down and embroidered collar, open over a gold surah blouse.

High draped collar, from which a lace flounce escapes. Balloon sleeves, with pleated cuffs above the elbow; high draped velvet belt with a point. Flat skirt, pleated behind.

Round straw hat, decorated with gold ribbon, placed in front like bear ears, with a tuft of straight ostrich feathers behind.

Métrage: 10 mètres lainage grande largeur.

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(6) Corsage-blouse, en mousseline de soie rose montant et tout froncé sous ceinture-corselet en velours ouvrage; bande transversale semblable au milieu du corsage; col Mercure. Manches gigot, en étoffe quadrillée.

(6) Blouse-bodice, in high pink silk muslin and all gathered under a velvet bodice-belt; similar transverse band in the middle of the bodice; Mercury collar. Leg-of-mutton sleeves, in checked fabric.

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(7) Corsage drapé et croisé à la taille, en lainage pervenche, pointillé rouge; petit plastron semblable, brodé de petit velours rouge; col Mercure; haute ceinture de velours drapée, retenue par une boucle vieil argent. Manches gigot.

Chapeau canotier, orné de grandes coques de mousseline de soie d'où émergent deux oiseaux de paradis, posés en aigrette.

(7) Draped bodice crossed at the waist, in periwinkle wool, red dotted; similar small plastron, embroidered with small red velvet; Mercury collar; high draped velvet belt, held by an old silver buckle. Leg of mutton sleeves.

Boater hat, decorated with large silk muslin shells from which emerge two birds of paradise, posed in an aigrette.

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(8) Corsage de surah paille froncé mis sous ceinture-corselet, en lainage paille et noir, terminée par un nœud de ruban, avec bas de ceinture en velours; col montant et pointe de guipure sur le corsage.

(8) Ruched straw surah bodice placed under a corset belt, in straw and black wool, finished with a ribbon bow, with velvet belt bottom; high collar and guipure point on the bodice.

Manches ballon, avec volants de dentelle.

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(9) Toilette de soie brochée sur chaîne noir et or. Corsage-plastron retenu par une ceinture de ruban; col montant, avec volant de dentelle blanche.

Manches gigot. Jupe redingote, ouverte devant sur une jupe de soie unie or.

Chapeau petit Louis XVI, garni par une draperie plissée de mousseline de soie or, avec fleurs en cache-peigne et grandes plumes d'autruche, posées droites derrière.

(9) Brocaded silk toilet on black and gold chain. Bodice-plastron held by a ribbon belt; high collar, with white lace flounce.

Leg-of-mutton sleeves. Redingote skirt, open in front over a plain gold silk skirt.

Small Louis XVI hat, trimmed with pleated drapery of gold silk muslin, with comb-cover flowers and large ostrich feathers, placed straight behind.

Métrage: 13 mètres soie brochée, 3 mètres soie unie.

[ang3l-fac33]

Sorry if I already sent this in! Was inspired by bambygourl’s fanart and a TikTok I saw (this right here, https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZPRTkJvGK/ ). Dressing up as Roger and Jessica Rabbit for a costume party with Lucifer. I think he’d be all pouty and grumpy about dressing up as such a silly character and not a suave charming character. Especially since he’d take a look at the white button up, red trousers with suspenders, and blue bow tie with yellow polka-dots and see it as a fashion nightmare XD. And don’t get him started on the bunny ears and tail. Tho his mood is sufficiently uplifted when he sees the reader dressed up as Jessica Rabbit. Low cut red dress with a slit and all. Just imagine pulling on his suspenders or bow tie for a kiss, getting lipstick on his mouth and face, and cooing over how adorable and handsome her honey-bunny is.

i’ve actually never seen who framed roger rabbit so i hope i got a good idea of this!

warnings:not proofread

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there was really no convincing you otherwise, not even his puppy dog eyes worked on you! you even went as far as to use the ‘do it for me and charlie?’ card since the costume party was being hosted at the hotel, and you knew he couldn’t say no to that.

charlie had been super excited to throw this little party, and even expressed how excited she was to see what the two of you would be dressing as. there was no way he could refuse after seeing his daughters excitement. he hated and loved how you knew all his weak points.

so that’s how he ended up in the current situation, standing in front of a mirror with a frown on his face. he already had his roger rabbit outfit on and now was waiting for you to finish dressing up in the bathroom.

as he looked himself over in the mirror a wave of embarrassment washes through him. how could he go out looking like.. this?! he looked goofy! he looked more like a clown than anything else. and do not get him started on the bunny ears and tail!

how was he supposed to go out looking like this? he was the ruler of hell! he should be treated with respect, to be seen in a better costume than this. he was supposed to be feared and intimidating! he’ll only be seen as a joke if he goes out like this!

and not to mention that the outfit and the character itself does not fit him at all. he was charming and suave, not some silly cartoon bunny. it goes against all that he is. and the outfit was a fashion nightmare! he could go on and on about everything that was wrong with this.

he sighed grumpily as he adjusted the suspenders of his outfit, a wave of embarrassment washing over him. he was definitely in charge of picking the outfits next costume party for sure.

“oh honey-bunny, i’m ready!” you called from the bathroom, opening the door and stepping out of it. lucifer groaned and turned around. “i told you not to call me that-“

he had prepared to scold you more for using that dumb nickname, but the words died in his throat upon seeing you in the jessica rabbit outfit. you looked absolutely stunning in your costume! his mouth hung open slightly as he took a good look at you, from the way you had neatly styled your hair to how your body looked in that dress.

you smirked at the way he was looking at you, and you slowly approached him in a similar movement to jessica rabbit. “hm? what were you saying dear?”

lucifer stuttered, a small blush lighting on his cheeks. he was obviously stunned, and didn’t know what to say. “you’re.. beautiful.” is what he managed to stutter out.

you giggled again, a small blush of your own appearing on your cheeks. “thank you dear. you look very handsome.”

that seemed to snap lucifer out of his trance, his stunned expression turning into a pout. he crossed his arms and huffed. “i don’t look handsome, i look totally ridiculous! i can’t believe you talked me into this..”

you sighed playfully and rolled your eyes. lucifer could be so dramatic at times, but you usually let it pass since it was cute. while lucifer was too busy being pouty, you leaned down and hooked a finger around his suspenders, a smirk resting on your lips.

lucifer blinked, looking a little surprised now. he opened his mouth to say something, but was once again stunned into silence when he realized how close the two of you were.

with a hum, you tugged him even closer, both your lips meeting softly. lucifer froze for a moment but was quick to recover, kissing back with a small sigh. the kiss only lasted for a few seconds but when you pulled away lucifer seemed in love all over again. he would never get tired of your kisses, especially when you were so pretty.

“my handsome little bunny..” you cooed, caressing his cheek gently, which made lucifer’s heart leap. he momentarily forgot about his complaints about the nickname and the outfit, leaning into your touch.

“you really think so?” he murmured, his eyes shining. you nodded, giving him a peck on the cheek. “i know so. now are you all ready to go? you don’t want to keep charlie waiting.

lucifer sighed dreamily, seemingly still lost in the moment. “alright..” he said without a fuss, and you smiled. taking his hand, you led him towards the front of the door.

despite looking goofy and unserious in this costume, he knew that he would be having a good time tonight.

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i hope you enjoyed this! <3 it was really fun to write! and thank you for submitting

[creativesnek]

An Unlikely Romance

A boisterous energy filled the pristine penthouse. Partygoers crowded the dance floor, whooping and cheering; others stood or sat by the sidelines, sipping on drinks and talking. Mario walked around the party, occasionally greeting some friends and joining in banter. Amidst the flashing lights and pulsing music, he spotted the host of this year's Halloween costume party; Felix stood in the center of a small crowd, talking excitedly about something. Mario smiled, then walked toward him, slightly giggling at his friend’s costume. 

He was wearing a white shirt with red overalls, yellow gloves, and a polka dot bow tie. On top of the entire get-up, a pair of rabbit ears were on his head. Mario waved his hand around, “Yo, Felix!”

Felix’s face lit up when he spotted Mario approaching. “Mario!” he called, extending his arms theatrically. “How’s it going? What do you think?” He struck a silly pose, tipping an imaginary hat in Mario’s direction.

Mario chuckled, taking in Felix’s outlandish costume. “You look… colorful, to say the least,” he teased. “I’m guessing you’re, uh, some kind of magician? Or maybe a… rabbit clown?”

Felix grinned and gave a mock bow. “Close, my friend! I’m Roger Rabbit!” he replied. “What’d you do this year? A werewolf?”

Mario nodded, gesturing to his false fangs and wolf ears as well as the tattered clothes. To be honest, it was all last minute since he almost forgot it was a costume party; this was what was left from the costume store. Felix burst out laughing, patting Mario on the back. “Well, you pulled it off! Honestly, the whole post-transformation werewolf looks works. It's got a charm of its own, don’t you think?”

Mario laughed sheepishly, scratching at the fake fur collar. “Glad it passes for charm instead of… lazy,” he admitted. “Wait, if you’re Roger, where’s Jessica?”

“Tammy went to get a drink. And yes, she’s wearing the Jessica costume. It took some convincing but she decided to join us for Halloween this time.”

Mario threw his head back in laughter. Imagining the Sergeant Calhoun in a glittery red dress and makeup was hilarious; he wouldn’t believe it until he saw it. Whatever bargain Felix proposed had to be good, because the military woman would have never agreed to it if it wasn’t. They shared another laugh before spotting Tammy making her way back to them, balancing two drinks with surprising grace given the glittering red dress, high heels, and the dramatic makeup. Mario nearly choked on his laughter as he saw her approach, looking every bit the Jessica Rabbit character but with an intensity that only Calhoun could pull off.

“Alright, alright,” Tammy said, handing Felix a drink and raising an eyebrow. “Get it out of your system now, because I’m only doing this once.”

While Mario leaned on his knees in wheezing laughter, Felix looked up at his wife lovingly and complimented her outfit; the comment slightly erased the scowl on her face. She wrapped an arm around FelIx, “All right, furball. That’s enough,” she said. “Where’s the other one? I assume you’re doing a twin costume thing?’

Mario wiped his eyes. “Oh, not this year. He’s going to do a couple costumes with his girlfriend.”

The couple turned to him in shock. Mario himself had been somewhat surprised; not surprised that someone saw his brother’s greatness. More surprised at the person who noticed him. She was uh…  something all right. Mario couldn’t shake off the sense that she didn’t like him very much. Felix raised an eyebrow, exchanging a glance with Tammy before looking back at Mario. “Wait, wait—Luigi has a girlfriend?” he asked, genuinely surprised but clearly delighted. “When did this happen? And who’s the lucky lady?”

Mario chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, it’s a recent thing. She’s, uh… well, let’s just say she’s not what you’d expect. A bit intense, yeah. She’s got this… strong personality.”

Tammy’s curiosity was piqued, her scowl replaced with interest. “Define intense. Like, does she like, I don’t know, setting stuff on fire for fun?” she joked, nudging Felix.

Mario laughed, though part of him wondered if that wasn’t too far from the truth. “Well, she’s um… It’s hard to explain. You’ll see when she gets here.”

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The sound of chalk sliding across a surface echoed through a candlelit room. The sound of chalk sliding across a surface echoed through a candlelit room, each stroke steady and deliberate. Shadows danced on the stone walls, cast by the flickering flames, revealing Luigi’s face. He studied a neary book before continuing to write the symbols on a circle, humming slightly to himself. Luigi dropped the chalk then stepped back, allowing the magic of the summoning circle to take hold.

As Luigi stepped back, he watched with wide-eyed fascination as the symbols he’d carefully drawn began to pulse with a faint, eerie glow. His humming trailed off, replaced by a mix of anticipation and nervous excitement. The symbols shimmered brighter, and tendrils of light started to rise from the chalk lines, spiraling up and swirling around the circle. A faint hum filled the air, resonating with an otherworldly energy. It smelled like ash and brimstone.

For a moment, nothing happened, and he felt a pang of doubt. Maybe he’d drawn the symbols wrong, or maybe he’d mispronounced a word in the chant. But before he could second-guess himself any further, a figure began to materialize within the circle. Swirling mist coalesced into a solid form, revealing the outline of a towering, familiar shape—spikes on the back, horns atop the head, a powerful frame. Then it shifted and undulated, reaching a more humanoid form.

The light faded. Luigi quickly stood and raised the light intensity slightly. A muscular woman with flaming red hair sat within the circle, sharp horns glistened on her head. Green scales dusted her shoulders and collarbone. She drowsily rubbed her eyes; Luigi smiled, “Welcome to Earth, belleza!”

A sharp-toothed smile creeped into Bowsette’s plump lips. “Anything to see you and take a little vacation away from the Darklands.”

She lifted his chin up with a sharp claw, causing the human to blush. Luigi took her hand and kissed her knuckles. “I-I hope the Great Demon Queen will be pleased with tonight’s plan?”

“Hmm… A night where humans dress up and try to scare each other? Color me intrigued, considering you humans tend to be so skittish.”

She playfully tapped his nose before standing up. Luigi rushed to a nearby closet and retrieved a purple gown. Given Bowsette’s current form, hiding her horns and dragon tail would be rather easy; after all, anyone would assume that it was part of a costume. It was super unlikely that anyone would assume that the woman dressed as a Demon Queen was actually a Demon Queen. Plus, Luigi loves her horns and tail; they have an otherworldly charm that should not be hidden.

Bowsette put on the gown and snapped her fingers; spiked bracelets appeared on her biceps. And to complete her look, she wore black boots; the heel looked like a golden maw full of sharp teeth. Luigi grabbed a nearby crown and set it on her head, nestled perfectly between her horns. She smiled then gestured to his costume, “What exactly are you supposed to be? It’s not particularly frightening,” she said.

Luigi was wearing an all-black bodysuit with a green bandana. He wore a black mask across his face, making his usually blue eyes look white; a green cap with a black, inverse L covered his brown curls. Luigi gave her a playful grin, adjusting the green bandana around his neck. “I’m… your mysterious shadow, lurking in the night!” He struck a stealthy pose, though his bright smile betrayed the attempt at looking ominous. “Or, well, maybe just your mischievous counterpart.”

Bowsette raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. “Mischievous, huh? Well, Shadow Luigi, I hope you can keep up.” She adjusted her crown and flexed her arms, showing off the spiked bracelets. “I don’t have time to babysit a sneaky sidekick.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” Luigi replied, adopting a confident tone. “I would never do anything to slow my dark queen down.”

Bowsette snorted smoke, an unmistakable blush on her face. “Enough of that. Let’s go, we’re already late for the party.”

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When Mario said Luigi’s partner was intense, no one in the party expected a nearly seven feet tall goth woman. Felix and Tammy were shocked Luigi would pair with someone with such an ominous air or dark sense of style. As Bowsette entered the room, the chatter of the party hushed for a moment, all eyes turning to the striking woman beside Luigi. Her tall, commanding presence, dressed in a gown that looked like it had been spun from shadows, demanded attention. Felix’s jaw dropped slightly, his eyes widening as he took in Luigi’s partner. He nudged Tammy, who was equally wide-eyed, muttering, “I thought Mario was kidding when he said intense…”

Tammy whispered back, “I mean, he wasn’t wrong. I feel like we’re looking at the queen of the underworld or something.” She glanced at Luigi, who was standing by Bowsette’s side, looking uncharacteristically confident as he waved to his friends with a relaxed grin.

They had to admit—he looked perfectly at ease, as if he’d finally found someone who matched him in spirit, if not in appearance. Mario approached them, chuckling at his friends’ reactions. “Not what you expected, huh?” he teased. “That’s Bowsette. She’s new in town.”

Bowsette glanced around, picking up on the whispers and awestruck expressions. She smirked, leaning down to murmur in Luigi’s ear, “Quite the impression we’re making, wouldn’t you say?”

Luigi looked up at her, his cheeks a bit pink but his smile genuine. “Yeah… they’re probably shocked by just… everything about you.”

Bowsette shook her head, placing a clawed hand on his shoulder. “More like they’re in shock that you, of all people, somehow managed to bring someone like me here. ” she said with a wink. “Their loss. Maybe if they hadn’t wasted time, they would have seen your excellence before a certain demoness swept you off your feet.”

Luigi’s confidence grew at her words, and he laced his fingers with hers. He looked around the room and noticed his brother with his friends. The couple headed toward them; a smile on his face, but a forced grin on Bowsette. She’s still very wary of his brother. But, that’s nothing a little time won’t fix. 

After slightly tense introductions, they joined everyone else in the party. Mario did his best to remain in the queen’s good graces (with a small level of success) and had fun. Luigi stayed closely by his beloved’s side. Partly because he was just happy to see, but also she would help seamlessly cover up the true story of this unlikely romance. Together, they all continued enjoying the night, laughter and conversation filling the room, with Luigi and Bowsette at the center of it all, feeling more at home than ever.

[darkgalactic]

Deep cut were invited to a masquerade party in inkopolis by the squid sisters.

Despite their dislike for anything fancy they decided to go, for maries sake.

they all get there in their best outfits with shiver in a black dress covered in a light blue sash and a decorative face covering. Frye with a black eye mask with decorations and a yellow sleeveless button top and glittered pants with diamond shape cutouts. And Big man with a Black sun hat, black bow tie with polka dots and a golden colored mask.

Once they got to the party it's like all of the musical artists are here, The Chirpy chips, Ink theory, even the latest H2Whoa. The group were in awe of the theme (not some fancy smancy stuff). The group spotted the whole squid beak including Dj Octavio. ever since he help neo agent 3 he has officially become a member and finally made peace with Cuttlefish. (it was all callie’s idea)

Then Big man saw a familiar figure in the crowd. He could believe it at first but it was him, Mr coco. He really couldn't believe it. How is Mr Coco here? Was all of the splatsville invited? Big man approached Mr Coco until he spotted him and his face lit up.

“Big man! it’s great to see you here” Mr coco” big man

“great to see you too” “but I gotta ask,how are you here?”

“Oh harmony was invited and chose me to be her plus one.” Mr coco answered.

“Wow…you must be special to her then”

Mr coco nodded in agreement. “so…how’s the holidays been treating ya” Big man asked. “oh it’s been great asides from the overwhelming amount of customers..w-well i mean that’s good business right?” Mr Cooc laughed. it’s like the ray could go on about his ramblings as if he was lost in his voice or..eyes.

Just then the regular music died down and the sound of creole filled the room. It was time for the main event. Every sea creature on the floor each got a partner to dance with. By instinct Big man turned to Mr coco as he held out his claw. 

“May I have this dance?” Mr Coco offered asides from all the extra shoppers this time around and 

Manta Ray's face was bright red as he was about to experience a magical moment with his lover.

“Yes you may.” Big man accepted

Meanwhile Frye and Shiver were having a chat with the squid sisters until they noticed big man wasn't with them until they saw the ray dancing with the coconut crab

“there he is with that big crab again” the blue octoling uttered

“Come on shiver, let them have it, and besides it has romance all over it” frye gushed. 

“She’s right and besides it’s a little what you both need right now” Marie smirked while callie giggled. 

“Well we’re not the ones dancing-“ Shiver was pulled away by Frye into the dance floor.

“Screw it let’s Dance”

And thus the rest of this snowy night ended like a fairytale.

[goobersplat]

Three Clown Keychains

(Image ID: Three clown keychains. A clown in a blue suit with a yellow bow tie and a light blue clip, a clown with a yellow polka dot outfit with orange ruffles and a pink clip, and a clown in a blue hat with an orange top with a yellow ruffle and blue pants with a red clip.)

[cannondisabledcharacters]

Today's disabled character of the day is Dr. Donald Mallard (Ducky) from NCIS, who has Cardiovascular disease

Requested by Anon

[Image Description: Photo of David McCallum portraying Ducky. He is wearing a dark grey suit, light blue undershirt, red bow tie with purple polka-a-dots, and glasses. He has short grey hair, blue eyes, and a light skin tone.]

[heartfullofleeches]

miller with a clown reader.... whether its a clown career or just a clown aesthetic for their everyday wear. i think they'd be an interesting pair!! maybe the reader would do some clown makeup on miller in one of their streams one day?

Miller honks your clown horn as the stream goes live. "Hey, guys. Back with another stream, joined by my. They have a show today, and we came to the agreement that they could go if they painted my face - and promised not to make eye contact with anyone in the crowd."

You laugh at the statement, voice teetering off into uncertainty as you pick up a makeup sponge. "It's funny... because they're not joking. Anyhoo! Let's get started."

Miller pushes back their dreads so you can begin. You start by bordering their lips and eyes in white; resorting to scolding them after the fourth time they got paint in their eyes for refusing to close them. "Its hard looking away from the rainbow at the end of a storm." They tease, yelping in pain at the tip of your crayon goes directly in their socket.

You dust their cheeks with rosy red circles, drawing a blue diamond around one eye and a matching yellow over the other. They prepared the rest of their attire before hand, so their polka dot sweatshirt and multi hued dreads tie the whole look together. To add one final touch, you stick a heart shaped sticker on their cheek.

Miller cheeks your work in the mirror at their computer side, complementing your craft with an affirming nod. "Looks great, Sunshine- but we're missing something."

"What?"

"The lipstick."

Miller pulls you in by the bright, big bow on your shirt; locking their lips with yours as the chat notification goes haywire. They press into the kiss, pulling away with a deep breath and their lips coated in runny red and white like some sort of jester vampire. They pull you into their chest; matching scribble across your features.

"Well I see you can't control yourselves over a little kiss. That and I think me and Y/n here need more prep before their show. That's all for now, guys. See ya soon."

[squash1]

i have made an important discovery. the gangsey and the backyardigans are the SAME. like i’m entirely convinced that maggie watched the show and was like yeah i could write a book about that

here are the Literal character descriptions from wikipedia:

— blue:

“Uniqua is a pink-spotted creature who is curious, self-confident, and adventurous. She likes to tell jokes and make her friends laugh. She wears pink, polka-dotted overalls and has a pair of swirled antenna on top of her head. She usually imagines herself having roles that require brains and courage, such as a scientist or pirate captain. She is the only main character to appear in every episode.”

— gansey:

“Pablo is high-strung, frenetic, and tends to overreact. He wears a blue bow tie and a propeller beanie. Due to his energy and impetuousness, he often goes into a "panic attack" when he faces an obstacle, running around in circles and telling everyone not to worry until someone gets his attention by calling his name three times. Pablo's panic attacks became less prominent after Season 1, though in the later episode "The Flipper!", his propensity for getting overexcited is the main plot point.”

— ronan:

“Tyrone is a red-haired orange moose who is laid-back and cool-headed. He wears a red and blue striped shirt. He is best friends with Pablo, and he is almost the complete opposite of Pablo in terms of personality, with his calm and easy going character. Tyrone is known for his sarcastic comments, one of them being ‘That certainly was convenient.’”

— adam:

“Tasha is a strong-willed yellow hippopotamus who is rational, skeptical, and highly motivated to get her own way. Tasha wears red Mary-Jane shoes and an orange dress with a flower pattern. She is the most serious of the Backyardigans, though she can be just as easy going as the others from time to time. Her catchphrase is ‘Oh, for goodness sakes.’ Nickelodeon describes Tasha as ‘deceptively sweet’ and ‘tough-as-nails.’”

— noah:

“Austin is a shy but fun-loving purple kangaroo. In Season 1, he is reserved and soft-spoken due to recently moving into the neighborhood. In later episodes, Austin becomes more outgoing and is revealed to be smart and imaginative. Austin rarely appears in the spotlight, but takes the role of the lead character in several episodes. described as ‘the one pulling up the rear. He's kind of a get-along guy.’”

[leirin]

"Why is Catboy Russell drawn in a maid dress sometimes?"

Catboy Russell, who gained the nickname CBR from friends, was spun out of drawings I once did years back of Russell as Chibineko from the manga and anime film "The Star of Cottonland":

the connection simply being that she has fluffy brown hair, and so reminded me of him.

He became his own entity with a differentiated design over time:

The blue and white polka dot dress design is inspired by the navy polka dot tie he sometimes wore in 1974, which is the first appearance I ever saw of him, and the white ears and pink (sometimes red) bow motif is inspired by Hello Kitty because he loves her.

And my sister turned him into a plush too:

Some people think it's weird, I've even had people tell me it's creepy to draw a grown man, especially a real one, like this. However, I don't think he'd be offended. It is just meant to be good fun and my friends are entertained by Kemono My House. Also, he is not the first instance of Russell being depicted as a catboy, as memes from pre-2014 (when I became a fan) where Russell is edited to be a cat already existed.

[cryingatwindermerepeaks]

Little Daisy and Papa Billy

Little Daisy is BORED so Papa Billy offers to play yea party with her !!!

Word count: 880

“Papa!” Daisy whined, stomping down the stairs. She was bored. Mama and Ren were out so there was nothing to do.

“Yes Daisy?” Billy sighed, looking up from his book.

“I’m bored,” she huffed, flopping down on the couch over his legs. Billy chuckled, ruffling her hair.

“You have about a thousand toys, D, go play with them.” Daisy threw her head back and whined.

“‘S no fun to play bys myself.” Karen was good at playing make believe with their stuffies, and Mama would help Daisy do drawings and crafts but Papa was boring. All he ever wanted to do was read big books and do other grown up things.

“I’ll play with you,” Billy offered, putting down his book and taking off his reading glasses. Daisy’s face lit up with excitement at the offer.

“Really, really?” She gasped, sitting up and swinging her legs against the edge of the couch excitedly.

“Sure, why not?” He shrugged.

“Thank you Papa!” Daisy exclaimed excitedly, grabbing Billy’s hand and dragging him up to her bedroom.

“What are we going to play?” Billy asked, Daisy thought for a moment, looking around her natural disaster stricken bedroom floor. Her eyes locked on the tea set Camila had given her which was displayed along the windowsill. It was covered in little daisies and had been a present from Camila to celebrate the end of the tour. Daisy wasn’t really supposed to play with it by herself because she broke the last one but Papa was here so it was ok.

“Tea party!” Daisy declared excitedly, kicking a pile of clothes off to the side so there was space to set up. Billy got the tea set down and arranged it on the floor. “Papa you can’t go to a tea party looking like that,” Daisy asserted, shaking her head disapprovingly. Billy chuckled.

“Shall I go put on a tie?” He offered. Daisy nodded, pushing him out of the room.

“An’ jacket please Papa,” she ordered.

Billy ducked into his room, grabbing a tie and jacket which arguably didn’t exactly match his jeans and tshirt but Daisy wouldn’t mind. When he returned Daisy had shut the door so he knocked. “Daisy-Chain? Can Papa come in?”

“One second,” Daisy called back in a sing-song voice. A few moments later she swung the door open. She’d put a long skirt over her overalls and clipped two matching red polka dot bows in her hair. She grinned toothily at Billy and pulled him towards the tea party which had now been added to with all of her stuffies. “You can sit between Bowie and Dusty,” She instructed as she sat next to Bailey the bear. Billy took his place as instructed, groaning a bit as he sat cross legged. Daisy giggled, offering him an empty tea cup.

“Why thank you princess Daisy,” He smiled, pretending to sip from the cup. Daisy’s eyes lit up with an idea and she quickly scattered across the floor to grab her and Karen’s dress up box. She pulled out the kids makeup set and two dress up tiaras.

“One for Papa an’ one for baby,” she grinned, putting a tiara on Billy’s head and one on her own. “Now princesses.” Billy chuckled with amusement.

“You’re such a wonderful princess, Daisy-Chain.” Daisy blushed proudly, opening the makeup kit.

“Careful with that,” Billy warned.

“Shush Papa, I knows what ‘m doin’,” Daisy dismissed.

“No makeup on the stuffies though, ok? Just pretend, make up is only for human faces.” Daisy nodded in acknowledgment as she pretended to put makeup on her stuffies. Once they were all done she turned to Billy.

“Papa turn?” Daisy asked sweetly.

“Sure thing,” Billy agreed. Daisy picked up the eyeshadow brush and used her hand to forcibly close Billy’s eyes. At first he thought nothing could go wrong until it was too late and he realised Daisy was actually putting makeup on his face. “Daisy?” He questioned opening his eyes.

“Papa pretty,” she grinned, bouncing on her knees. She held up a little hand mirror to Billy’s face - it was covered in glittery splotches of pink and blue.

“Papa is so pretty,” He chuckled. Daisy nodded, pretending to sip from her teacup.

“Does you like it?” She questioned excitedly.

“Oh, Daisy, Papa loves it.”

Around ten minutes later the door opened and Camila peaked her head in, having to hold back a laugh at the sight of her husband covered in glittery kids makeup and wearing a tiara. “Princess Daisy, who have we got here?” She smiled.

“Princess Papa!” Daisy exclaimed, clapping happily.

Karen slipped into the bedroom and crawled up onto the bed, a smile visible around her thumb at the sight of Daisy and Billy’s tea party. “Did you do the makeup all by yourself Daisy?” Camila cooed. Daisy nodded excitedly. “Aren’t you so talented birdie.”

“Mama and Ren wanna play tea party too?” Daisy questioned, turning around so she was facing Karen. Camila and Karen both agreed, taking a seat amongst the stuffies whilst Daisy re-arranged the set up so they could each have a teacup.

They played tea parties until Karen and Daisy were both yawning and then Camila and Billy (with some resistance from Daisy) managed to put them both down for a nap.

[imtheiliad]

Is It Gender Play?: A Case Study in Masculine Presentation in Fashion

So first off I want to start by saying that this is about the clothing and it is not about Oliver. These items were chosen by a stylist to serve the aesthetic of ABookOf. He is indirectly involved because he happens to be the one wearing them, his presence does have an effect as this takes on the perspective that he is as far as I know, a cis man. The clothes are the material and in this case he is the canvas– which still has an effect on the artwork at the end but is not manipulated. I am going to be using a feminine, center, masculine approach to this because it’s the best way I can conceptualize this clearly, not because that's how gender and presentation works. Got it? Cool! Let's go! 

ABookOf is a Arts & Culture publication that focuses on storytelling that has a bright and fun aesthetic that is not directly but in the vein of Camp. As a part of their mission statement they state that they strive to highlight “Your brand, your stories, your journey and your talent…through the artistic eyes of our team and collaborators…”  

This ensemble curated by Andrew Philip Nguyen, Fashion Editor of ABookOF, is a look that plays with pattern and masculinity. 

The bold orange shirt that has a slight pattern on it, that is indecipherable at the moment. This appears to be a traditional button up, styled with a red polka dot ribbon. This is what pulls it toward the center in terms of presentation as it evokes that of a traditionally feminine pussy bow blouse while also resembling a traditionally masculine tie. The other styling choice that adds to the mixture is that it is unbuttoned revealing the white undershirt. 

The other attention grabbing piece in this ensemble are the boots. They are a traditionally masculine combat boot style that has been adopted by various “deviant” subcultures aesthetic closet. What pulls attention and them more center is the bright color because bright yellow is not a usual color for shoes, for either end of the spectrum. The height of them is also eye-catching and pulls them into the subversive category as they are taller than the traditional boot and are aligned with subcultures. On a side note I love that they seem to be either Doc Martens or reminiscent of them in their design as a nod to Oliver’s origins, which connects their strive to highlight their interviewee’s story and attention to detail when selecting items for their photoshoots. 

The bracelet is also traditionally masculine, and while jewelry is historically present across all genders, in combination with all the other pieces in this ensemble it adds to the playing toward center and the definitions of masculine fashion that the look is making a statement on. 

The pants are deceivingly simple. Upon first glance they are the least interesting piece in the ensemble but they are one of the grounding pieces of the look. If they were plain black pants, it would all still work, but be far less intriguing. They add yet another pattern and texture to the entire ensemble that creates the Camp aesthetic that ABookOf seems to have curated. 

In a nutshell, each of these items fall into the “traditionally masculine” category when stripped to their bare bones, it is the unique way they are styled and presented that pulls them center. This ensemble is an exploration of masculine presentation that slightly challenges the greater societal expectations of masculine fashion. The boundaries of which have been softening, especially in magazine photo shoots, over the past two or three years. So to answer the simple question of is this Gender Play? No, it is masculine presentation on a masculine body that falls into the family of Camp and breaks societal norms and traditions. 

[chic-a-gigot]

L'Art et la mode, no. 28, vol. 15, 14 juillet 1894, Paris. Art & Chiffons. Bibliothèque nationale de France

Robe en lainage rose, boutonnant derrière. Garniture de guipure blanche.

Pink woolen dress, buttoned at the back. White guipure trim.

—

Robe en batiste ciel. Garniture de linon brodé. Guimpe plissée.

Sky cambric dress. Embroidered lawn trim. Pleated wimple.

—

Toilette en taffetas changeant. Garniture de bouillonés de mousseline de soie. Col, ceinture et nœuds de satin noir.

Changing taffeta ensemble. Garnished with chiffon bouillons. Black satin collar, belt and bows.

—

Toilette en linon à fleurettes, de point à l’aiguille.

Ensemble in flowered lawn, needlepoint.

—

Ding ding! Ding ding! Le glas du départ est sonné, le Bois est désert, les salons sont clos. Paris a beau être joli et charmant, il faut s’en aller, qui à la mer, qui à la forêt, qui à la montagne, et quand l’époque du voyage est fixée, la malle est vite faite.

Au risque de passer pour rabâcheuse, il faut bien dire encore une fois que le blanc domine.

La vigogne fait des costumes simples et élégants, privés du moindre ornement; on ne les garnit que de grosses piqûres et d’énormes boutons de nacre.

La serge bleue semble être la nuance préférée des bicyclistes féminines, avec galons de mohair blanc ou rouge, ou écru; le chapeau Escadre en toile ou en serge bleue.

La saison s’annonce déjà très brillante à Cabourg, et l’on y fait, paraît-il, deux et même trois toilettes par jour… le matin, ce sont des costumes tailleur en covercoat, avec biais piqué dans le bas, petite jaquette pareille, col rose ou lilas, cravate en batiste; l’après-midi, ce sont les robes de piqué blanc, avec devant froufrou en crêpe de chine, boléro écourté sur des dentelles vaporeuses superposées, ce qui est plus habillé que le simple flottant de surah; mais ce qui domine, c’est la robe de mousseline à pois brochés, enrichie de volants ourlés de dentelles; à côté de ce genre, le style Pompadour, avec dentelles écrues; quant aux nœuds de rubans, on les sème partout, au relevé de la jupe, à la berthe au cou, à la ceinture, jamais le ruban n’a été aussi en vogue.

—

Ding ding! Ding ding! The death knell has sounded, the Bois is deserted, the salons are closed. Paris may be pretty and charming, but you have to go, some to the sea, some to the forest, some to the mountains, and when the time of the trip is set, the trunk is quickly packed.

At the risk of coming across as harping, it must be said once again that white dominates.

The vicuña makes simple and elegant costumes, deprived of the slightest ornament; they are only garnished with large stitches and enormous mother-of-pearl buttons.

Blue serge seems to be the favorite shade of female cyclists, with white or red, or ecru mohair braid; the Escadre hat in canvas or blue serge.

The season is already looking very bright in Cabourg, and it seems that there are two and even three ensembles a day… in the morning, they are tailored suits in covercoat, with stitched bias at the bottom, similar little jacket, pink or lilac collar, cambric tie; in the afternoon, there are the white piqué dresses, with frilly front in crepe de chine, cropped bolero on superimposed vaporous lace, which is more dressy than the simple floating surah; but what dominates is the muslin dress with polka dots, enriched with ruffles hemmed with lace; next to this genre, the Pompadour style, with ecru lace; as for ribbon bows, we scatter them everywhere, at the top of the skirt, at the berthe at the neck, at the belt, ribbon has never been so fashionable.

[cutieghost-artsie]

This is dotty

The last character in the ot3 relationship

He’s more vocal than massy and sticker(excuse me! they asked for no pickles)

He owns both ties and bow ties but usually prefers his red and white polka dot bow tie

He has his own interesting style

He helped sticker with his nickname

He created the stickers on stickers head

He’s pretty friendly to an extent

He likes to tease flirt sticker and massy

He finds massys emoticons cute when they try to come out of their shyness around them

[maxences-hat]

If you can, could you make all of Real Junko Enoshima’s DRS sprites (not swimsuit) with the bunny and bow tie hair pins along with the polka dot neck tie like Mukuro’s. If you could that’d be amazing.

Instructions unclear

I Mukuroed Junko

On a more serious note, in the class picture from their hopes peak days, Junko has her own tie, so idk if im gonna add the polka dots tie

So idk which one to go with, one is more lore accurate but the polka tie looks better (So Mukuro is the better twin even in cosplay)

ALSO

Here she is with the full Mukuro cosplay, FUN FACT!! Junko and Mukuro have DIFFERENT NAILS!!! Mukuro's nails have so much details while Junko' are just red (So Mukuro is the better twin even in cosplay) [Mukuro's hands are rougher which makes sense but also she stands more chill than the actual Junko, what's up with that?]