#robin dress

[emomeishibot]

I forgot to post this robin dress sketch…

there's a moment in the musical when the tutor orchestrates a captivating dip, having milady gracefully bend back for Lord Druitt🙈

and I thought why not a compilation? my other robin dress ciel posts: 1st🎀; 2nd🌷

[reneagades]

I don't even go here but this dress has always kinda slayes

[angstandhappiness]

NICE

Ciel’s notorious Robin Dress™ REDESIGNED

As the Kuroshitsuji series continues, historic accuracy has gone way up thanks to Yana’s consulting of a Victorian Era expert. In the earliest chapters however, it seemed like Yana didn’t even have a clue what English people wore in the 1880s, and just googled some lolita dresses and slapped them onto her characters.

Costume-wise, the most iconic one of the series is definitely O!Ciel’s notorious Robin Dress (I mean, which other costume has an actual name that’s googleable?) This dress however, is really a historical amalgamation of all sorts, and knowing Yana, she probably would not have gone for this design today.

Let us break this costume down from top to bottom wherein I examine the historic inaccuracies, and how I propose to “correct” these while trying to keep as much of the original design intact as possible.

Head wear and hair

First of all, Victorians had clear distinctions between day wear and evening wear. Women were supposed to wear long sleeves and high necklines during day, and the opposite during night time events. Hats were rarely paired with short sleeved low-necklines, because the idea of the hat was to protect the wearer from the sun.

Wearing a hat indoors at night was not unlike wearing sunglasses indoors at night in present time. The hat is not salvageable. YEET.

I do understand Yana’s problem though; O!Ciel could not very much wear an eye patch as a proper lady, so what to do to conceal the contract sign? You think Victorian, and you think HATS👒🎩

I threw myself into a research hole to try find an alternative solution, but the results were rather disappointing. Victorians were not supposed to have anything dangling before their faces (Frances is right), because that was considered poor grooming. Veils ended up being my only option, though people usually did not wear veils unless for wedding or religious ceremonies.

But one poor option is better than no option at all, so veil it was. Paired with a few curls in front of his right eye and some lace, the contract seal can be covered up rather well (as long as he wouldn’t move too much).

Needless to say, Victorians would not have worn twin tails. 1880s Victorian women would wear their hair up, and having two curled tails dangling below became fashionable since the mid-Victorian Era.

Choker ribbon necklaces were worn by people in the 1880s, but they were not standard for fancy night time events. However, as it was technically not historically ‘inaccurate’, it can stay.

Neckline

The neckline is more accurate and I have left it mostly the same. The only major problem is the silhouette, namely that in the 1880s, women would wear more streamlined shapes to make the shoulders seem smaller. Often they would have the shoulders/sleeves flare out at the bottom to make the waist seem smaller through contrast.

For the sake of streamlining I have made the top ruffles smaller and added more panels to the middle part according to the trend of pleated bertha collar.

Waistline

The hat and the boots are technically 19th century accurate, but just not for the occasion. The waistline of the Robin Dress however, is the by far the biggest culprit in making this dress a historical abomination.

The mid-section of this dress seems to be made from one single piece of cloth. In the Victorian Era when waist reduction was top priority, the Robin Dress would have failed miserably in gaining the approval of high society.

The unstructured type of dress made from one continued panel of cloth was a thing of the 10th century before people figured out how to make proper waist seams. So yes, the Robin Dress is basically 900 years outdated.

Fashion is something that always gets revisited (see all the neo-XXX trends), so 900 years outdated does not necessarily have to be a problem. However, since the moment people discovered the technique to make a proper waist seam, they ditched the unstructured way of tailoring, and it would not really come back until the 1900s.

An unstructured waist-line was considered the height of sloppy appearance in O!Ciel’s time, and would make the tailor look like a complete amateur whose skills fell literal centuries behind.

Hence, for the sake of correction, I simply gave the dress a pointed waist and proper structure to avoid the fold in the original dress that would have been unacceptable in a proper evening gown.

Skirt

The silhouette of the skirt is also somewhat outdated as the bell-shaped dress was something that fell out of fashion around the 1860s. Essentially O!Ciel was wearing a silhouette that was 30 years out of fashion.

(Imagine going to an official event in 2020 and looking like this.)

By O!Ciel’s time, the largest part of the skirt was the bustle that was a ‘MUST’ of the time, and the front was slimmed down. The hem of the skirt was worn shorter for younger girls, but for formal events like the party of the Viscount, the etiquette was floor length.

A wide skirt like that of the original design combined with the swagged design was something that was only briefly popular in the Rococo Era, which was approximately 150 years old by O!Ciel’s time.

The swagged skirt for decoration was not unacceptable in the 1880s, but the gather points would either have been hidden underneath the bustle, or gathered using something quite elaborate, like ruffles or flowers. One black ribbon would have been rather inadequate.

If not hidden or gathered with fancy ornaments, then the swagged fabric would have been heaved much higher, coming together near the waist.

So in my attempt to correct the skirt part, I both gathered the fabric higher and used the same roses to cover the gather points. Instead of the original black ribbon bows, I used the striped bow like the one at the chest for completion’s sake.

Shoes

Technically the shoes are rather Victorian Era accurate, but boots were outdoor shoes, and generally not THAT high heeled because they were essentially made for a bit of walking. For formal events people would not have worn boots (we don’t do that either in 2020). Instead, the proper shoes for under a gown were pumps.

As the dress is floor length however, they would not be visible anyway, so I did not bother redesign them.

【Related post: Redesign: O!Ciel and Sebastian in different eras】

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[notrobinsomethingworse]

Steph, looking at two Robins: So which one’s Dick?

Robin 1 laughs tugging Damian’s arm and pointing to the street below. Robin 2 looks ready to bite someone.

Tim: The smiley one is Jason.

Duke: Nah man. The last time I saw Jason smile he was holding some dude off the Wayne office roof. Then he turned to look at me. Gave me chills dude!

Tim: Noted and ignored. Jason last smiled when Alfred gave him leftover bread pudding to take home.

Duke: That doesn’t count! Everyone smiles at Alfred.

Steph: Okay that doesn’t narrow down who’s who.

Duke: Well it does because Jason doesn’t smile and has a tendency for [whispers] paranoia.

Steph: Duke, my buddy my bro my good pal. We’re Bats. All we eat is paranoia.

Duke: That does not sound as good as you think it does.

Tim: And who was the stalker here? I know my Robins and Jason is the smiley one.

Steph, facepalming: How many times have I told you that does not make you cooler and makes you like 160% more of a weirdo.

Tim: Three times.

Steph: And?

Tim: … Noted and also ignored.

Duke: Come on man you know I’m right.

Damian: We are all wasting precious time. Drake is obviously wrong and Jason has disappeared.

Duke, Tim, Steph: WHAT?

-

In the cave.

Dick, Sitting on the bat computer desk and swinging his legs: And so there was a beam of light and that’s all I remember before waking up to these annoying people who wouldn’t stop talking. They kept on calling me ‘Jason’. B isn’t that annoying?

Bruce: Hm.

Dick: So I left while they were arguing because it was getting all boring and because I wanted Alfred’s cookies really badly. I’m really hungry B do you think Alfred’s made those ones with the gen-gion-

Bruce: Ginger.

Dick: Yeah the ginger! And the bread. But they’re cookies! Do you think he’s made those?

Bruce: You could ask him chum.

Dick: But then I would have to ask him why he’s old now B and that would be rude.

Bruce: Right.

Dick: Why are you more ancient now B?

Bruce: [audible sigh]

[abisalli]

happy belated Halloween (just something quick bc I wanted to draw some vampire! bats)

[thesuperiorrobin]

Dress to impress~

“what are you doing?”

You hear damian ask, his bedroom door creaking open as he enters with a towel in hand. He had just gotten in the shower and for the past fifteen minutes you had made yourself comfortable on his bed with Titus rolled on your side and his head right on your belly.

“Playing dress to impress” you turn your phone to show him your screen, and he sees the model and the outfit you had created “wanna join me?”

He lets out a scoff, as he dries his hair with the towel in hand. You watch as he throws it away somewhere in his room after he is done and he climbs on his bed beside you—finding a good position as you subconsciously leave your upper body up, letting Damian place his arm over your neck. “I have no interest in playing a stupid dress-up game made for children”

You frown, squirming away from his grasp as Titus lets out a whine from the sudden movement “Just say you don’t love me no more” you huff out leaving the male beside you stunned.

Damian rolls his eyes, leaning over you as he grabs ahold of his phone from his nightstand “Fine I’ll join”

~~~~

“Eighth place again?!”

You don’t avert your eyes away from your phone screen, smiling as you see your model up on the podium for what may be the 100th time. Damian on the other hand—was angered with the results in front of his face.

“I’m just better” you laugh. “I even voted you five stars cause I felt bad cause I thought that would help you, I guess not”

“And I’ve been voted you one star every time” he mumbles under his breath, but see as you two were shoulder against should you heard it loud and clear.

“Excuse me!?”

[plague-of-insomnia]

[original source]

[timmydraker]

Tim who’s a femme boy but not in a ‘skater skirt and thigh high socks’ kind of way.

No, he was raised by two people who value tradition and fashion, teaching him the ways of old money.

He watched his mother, who worked with woman who married into families and worse low cut dresses and diamond necklaces, hold the same power over men with only her wrist and head bare. He learnt that modesty was as equally powerful as nudity, that a woman could be devastating in any fabric if she out in the work.

Tim has always known he isn’t a woman, is comfortable being a man, but by all that’s natural does he not look at the way they dress and feel longing.

He’s twelve when he tries one of his mother’s dresses on for the first time.

It’s far too long, puddling at his feet, but he feels so beautiful in the mossy green fabric. The elbow length sleeves go to his wrist, but it still feels almost scandalous in a way that isn’t about the dress being on a boy.

He puts the dress away and begins to buy his own.

Naturally, he doesn’t risk his parents ire and keeps them hidden, but with them being gone so long it’s easy for him to spend some time by himself to dress up all he likes.

By the time he’s fourteen and has been around in for a while, he’s managed to go through a few different styles and find what truely feels like him.

He still wears his stupid science shirts and baggy hoodies over his formal dress shirts, it’s just that now he might add a simple long skirt instead of his dirty jeans. He won’t skate in a skirt, only because he doesn’t want to damage them and jeans are safer, but he also doesn’t leave the house in them for a while.

It’s not long after he’s recovered from Jason’s attack, his former idol still having trouble coming to terms with the lies he was told by the LOA, that he decides to see what Bruce thinks.

Ironically, it’s Jason that gave him the confidence.

Jason had made a comment when he was going on his rant to Tim about how Robin shouldn’t exist and he should get out, that he was warning the boy he should cut and run from Bruce. All he had said was that he was cutting his life short by being Robin and Tim felt that comment hit him harder than the bullet to his leg.

His time was short, most likely he would die before he got to marry or maybe even graduate (though he was considering dropping out anyway), so why hide?

Tim had been just about to get changed before he left to go see Bruce for a checkup on his mostly healed injuries when he caught his reflection and stopped.

The white shirt he wore was long sleeved and covered his neck, the buttons going up the front made of wood and shaped like hearts. His skirt, a dark brown flannel pattern prove that went just above his ankles, had a corset like fitting at the top that hugged his waist carefully. While he would prefer a more womanly figure, he wasn’t going to implement old Victorian body horror to get that.

Tim did go back to his room, but only to put on some simple heeled shoes of brown leather with a gold buckle on the side.

He put on a big shall over his shoulders, picking up his phone and putting on his headphones before he made the walk to Wayne Manor.

As usual, he didn’t need to knock as Alfred opened the door.

The man didn’t give any inkling as to surprise or shock at Tim’s outfit and simple said, “Glad to see you putting some effort into your appearance, Master Timothy.”

The snide comment made Tim relax greatly, quipping back about him being able to wear more than just jeans and t-shirts to the older man. The two talked normally and that made everything feel so much better than some grand speech on Tim accepted who he is.

Dick and Bruce are talking to each other in polite voices, both still a little awkward with each other even if they have gotten better, and both turn to great Tim as he enters the dining room for dinner.

Bruce looks shocked, showing he isn’t feeling too much like Batman at the moment, but he covers it up and says nothing and lets Dick speak.

Tim immediately feels stupid as Dick walks up to him with a big smile and opens arms, because Dick Grayson was raised in a circus! If anyone was going to accept ‘oddities’ in the family it would be him, “Timmy! Oh my little baby, you look so good! What’s the occasion? Oh! Do you have a date?”

His brothers teasing mg tone at the end makes him smile and shove him gently. “Not a date or anything else, I just… thought I’d wear something more my style out for once.”

Dick beamed, hearing the unspoken confession of trust and picking his brother up and spinning him around, “Oh, Timmyyyy! My baby, you look so beautiful! You can wear whatever you want, all the time, anywhere! I’ll will straight up eat anyone who has a problem, I swear I will do it, just say the word-“

Bruce finally talks just to cut Dick off, “Dick, no ‘eating’ anyone who hurts your bother. A lawsuit will surfice.”

Tim can’t help but beam at Bruce, knowing full well that those words are his weird way of showing his approval and acceptance. Him being more forward with it would have been nicer, but he was the most fluent in the language of Bruce Wayne outside of Alfred and so he was okay with it.

Dick went to whine, acting like a spoilt child while he secretly raged inside that he was being told not to commit a violent act. Honestly, Tim wasn’t sure if it was because it was in defence of his brother or because Dick was always secretly searching for something to get aggressive with.

Tim smiled happily, taking off his shawl and thanking Alfred when he swooped in to take it away for him.

As Tim sat at the table, he felt a peace build in his heart that he hadn’t felt… well, ever.

[ato-dato]

THE cowboy ever I fear

[emomeishibot]

Robin dress, milady🤲

Yana shifts the details of this dress slightly in the several illustrations this dress appears… what a lovely pink dress🥰 the ruffles…it’s like a dessert for my eyes💕

[plague-of-insomnia]

[Pic 1 Source | Pic 2 by Candypot ]

My new OTP~~ Sebastian x Ciel in Kuroshitsuji animeeee <3 <3 <3

[highlysusceptibletodisaster]

"tim used to hate jason as robin because his robin was dick and that's why they never get along"

🤺🤺🤺🤺🤺🤺 shut up

[bruciemilf]

Thinking about Bruce when Tim became Robin.

He always had anger in him, but this one is different. This anger has grief in it. This anger, his heart made for Tim alone.

‘Why do you want to be here,’ he thinks, biting down on his teeth so hard he can hear the bone crack. ‘Go away. Go away go away go away.’

The Polaroids in Tim’s tiny hands don’t mean anything; Not to him. They’re like a physical challenge from Gotham herself.

A reminder he’s just Bruce Wayne, and that nothing to her. She killed his name before, and she can do it again.

But, most of all, Bruce wants to bury himself in Batman. He can’t lose that. Even if the symbol doesn’t mean justice anymore. It meant nothing the moment he put Jason in the ground.

“I’m not your father,” his words are knives and hisses and Tim forces himself not to flinch, “ I don’t like you, I don’t care about you, I won’t wait for you.”

Bruce leaned forward, his face reflecting in Tim’s big eyes, not full of the admiration he had for Batman all these years. But fear for the man behind him.

“I’m your Batman. I bite.”

Maybe he can’t stop Tim from beating him. But he can make him regret he won.

[fluffyartbl0g]

Everytime I go into the Zosopp tag, I just see people SCREAMING CRYING SOBBING about the lack of posts IN the Zosopp tag. THE ZOSOPP ECONOMY IS IN SHAMBLES

[plague-of-insomnia]

[source]

Wow pretty lady 😶😅 Not mine. Credits for who made it ( its so pretty)

[mammutblog]

i’ve been thinking a lot about batkid outfits so i drew as many as i can in one go