#suave dark wig

[vinceaddams]

Early 18th (and late 17th) century fashions are so under-utilized in vampire media and I think it's a damn shame.

I don't actually think I've ever seen a single image of a vampire character in an early 18th century suit. Hardly any movies set in that era either, and hardly any historical costumers who do it. (Even my beloved gay pirate show set in 1717 takes nearly all of its 18th century looks from the second half of the century. Not enough appreciation for baroque fashion!!)

Yes I love late 18th century fashion as much as anyone, and 19th century formal suits are all very well and good, but if you want something that says old, dead, wealthy, and slightly dishevelled, then the 1690's-1730's are where it's at.

(Retrato del Virrey Alencastre Noroña y Silva, Duque de Linares, ca. 1711-1723.)

There was so much dark velvet, and so many little metallic buttons & buttonholes. Blood red linings were VERY fashionable in this era, no matter what the colour of the rest of the suit was.

(Johann Christoph Freiherr von Bartenstein by Martin van Meytens the Younger, 1730's.)

The slits on the front of the shirts are super low, they button only at the collar, and it's fashionable to leave most of the waistcoat unbuttoned so the shirt sticks out, as seen in the above portraits.

(Portrait of Anne Louis Goislard de Montsabert, Comte de Richbourg-le-Toureil, 1734.)

Waistcoats are very long, coats are very full, and the cuffs are huge. But the sleeves are on the shorter side to show off more of that shirt, and the ruffles if it has them! Creepy undead hands with long nails would sit so nicely under those ruffles.

(1720's-30's, LACMA)

Embroidery designs are huge and chunky and often full of metallic threads, and the brocade designs even bigger.

(1730's, V&A, metal and silk embroidery on silk satin.)

Sometimes they did this fun thing where the coat would have contrasting cuffs made from the same fabric as the waistcoat.

(Niklaus Sigmund Steiger by Johann Rudolf Huber, 1724.)

Tell me this look isn't positively made for vampires!

(Portrait of Jean-Baptiste de Roll-Montpellier, 1713.)

(Yeah I am cherry-picking mostly red and black examples for this post, and there are plenty of non-vampire-y looking images from this time, but you get the idea!)

And the wrappers (at-home robes) were also cut very large, and, if you could afford it, made with incredible brocades.

(Portrait of a nobleman by Giovanni Maria delle Piane, no date given but I'd guess maybe 1680's or 90's.)

(Circle of Giovanni Maria delle Piane, no date given but I'd guess very late 17th or very early 18th century.)

Now that looks like a child who's been stuck at the same age for a hundred years if I ever saw one!

I don't know as much about the women's fashion from this era, but they had many equally large and elabourate things.

(1730's, Museo del Traje.)

(Don't believe The Met's shitty dating, this is a robe volante from probably the 1720's.)

(Mantua, c. 1708, The Met. No idea why they had to be that specific when they get other things wrong by entire decades but ok.)

(Portrait of Duchess Colavit Piccolomini, 1690's.)

(Maria van Buttinga-van Berghuys by Hermannus Collenius, 1717.)

Sometimes they also had these cute little devil horn hair curls that came down on either side of the forehead.

(Viago in drag Portrait of a lady, Italian School, c. 1690.)

Enough suave Victorian vampires, I want to see Baroque ones! With huge wigs and brocade coat cuffs so big they go past the elbow!

[razzafrazzle]

if venus is so good why isn't there a venus 2? anyways yknow how reincarnation is a thing in alt pantheon even thought i never talk about it? yeah? well this is the venus before the current venus. rip king

[image description: a reference image for an original character named venus. venus is a bulky humanoid with a floating head and pink skin split into two tones down the character's face and body. venus has dark pink pompadour hair that comes to the shape of a heart at the end. the person is wearing a sleeveless white flared-leg jumpsuit that fades to a glitter pink on the legs and has a heart-shaped popped collar, along with long pink gloves, a belt with a heart-shaped buckle, and high-heel boots. blurbs and doodles around venus show the person's head at different angles and explain that venus is a statue given life through magic, that venus's hair is actually a wig. and that venus uses no pronouns and is a polyamorous lesbian. another blurb states the following: "incredibly suave former deity of love. a tough act to follow." end id]

[anataliex]

So, I decided to post a snippet I wrote not too long ago... Enjoy Nicole's and Finnick's first meeting.

The bustling streets of the Capitol. Oh, how Finnick despised them. Everything about them reminded him of the almost neussating excess this city pushed in your face anywhere you went. The high buildings, flashing lights and loud music coming from every other corner, they all seemed to scream in his face about the wealth that the Capitol could despose. About the money the districts didn't have. It was infuriating, really, how the people here paraded in their silly, costume-like clothes, when most other citizens of Panem couldn't even afford good food. What was worse though, was that he had to fit in here, that he also had to wear their strange clothing. By the president's request, he'll always be bound to this place, no matter how many bloodbaths he'll survive. As long as he is desirable, he'll be chained to the deal he had to make.

Because of that, sitting in this ridiculously long car with his escort, Aurelia, was a must. She insisted on getting him a new stylist, after the last one went into a state of depression, when he declined being only her lover. The people here seem all the same. All of them with the same shallow mentalities and questionable morality. He didn't really care about the change of stylist, he thought the new one will probably be as annoying as the last one. They all were. Finnick couldn't help but wonder in what color variation will they come in this time. Hot pink or maybe bright yellow this time? Either way, if the main one won't be a complete atrocity, he was sure their team will make up for it.

"We're here" his escort announced in that high pitched, sing song, overexcited voice of hers and the vehicle came to a stop, tearing him away from his thoughts. He turned his head to look out the other window, expecting to see grand exhibitions of clothes behind a glass, showcasing the latest trends of the season. However, to his surprise, he was only met with a brown set of doors set in a light colored wall, above which hanged a black and white signboard, signifying the building was a studio.

Aurelia came out before him when the chauffeur opened the door for them, her high heels clattering on the concrete beneath them. He often thought about how there's almost no grass in the Capitol, not many trees either, but he never heard any of the citizens complain about that.

"I know it's not what you would normally expect, but I promise she's good. Many victors form her clientele." She chirped in and Finnick could only hope she was right. Changing his stylist for the third time this year while meaningless to him, was additional trouble nonetheless.

"If so many victors come here, she must be terrific" He commented mustering out his trained, suave voice. They stood in front of the entrance to the studio after Aurelia rang the bell. They didn't wait much, but during that time she already fixed her wig four times.

Before she could get on with the fourth time, the lock in the door clicked and the silver, decorated with flower markings door knob twisted, opening one of the sides of the entree.

Behind it stood a normal looking woman, which was surprising in this city. There didn't seem to be any alterations to her, besides her blonde bangs that stood out when compared with the rest of her dark hair. However, other than that, there didn't seem to be anything. Her nose even had a small bump, which was so uncommon here given the normalization of plastic surgeries.

"Hello" She greeted them both with a bright and genuine smile. "Aurelia Jasper and Finnick Odair, I trust?"

"Yes, we scheduled an appointment for exactly..." Aurelia looked at her wrist watch "Nine o' clock"

"That'd be correct. Come in, please" she invited them both in, to which his escort almost flinched, her face showing something akin to disgust. Quickly, trying to recover, she put on a toothy grin and chuckled. It was so obviously fake, the girl standing behind the door would have to be unbelievably stupid not to catch on.

"Ah, no no. I unfortunately have other matters to attend to. Finnick, you go and the chauffeur will drive by later. Too-da-loo" It was very amusing watching her almost skip back to the car. It made him wonder what exactly is wrong with the woman he was left with.

She only clicked her tongue, looking in the direction his escort went off to and then turned her attention back to him. With a gesture of her hand into the building, she invited him in again "Come inside".

"With pleasure" Finnick mused and put on a smirk of his own. When he stepped inside, she took the lead and he followed her further into the building.

It wasn't big, medium sized at most, though there seemed to be enough space for everything. As he looked around, he noticed the many shelves of multicolored fabrics, that  varied between different textures. Mannequins were standing along one of the walls, some of them had started projects put on, while the others were completely empty. In one of the corners stood a long hanger, with already finished suits, dresses and other pieces of clothing. The room also had a desk, with sketches sprawled all over it, and a dressing room, where he guessed her clients undressed. One of his stylist had that, but the others didn't bother to seclude a space like that.

When they found themselves in the middle of the room, right next to two burgundy sofas and a table, she came to a stop and turned to him. "Right, so let me introduce myself" she smiled again "My name is Nicole Keegan, it's a pleasure to meet you". Her hand extended to him.

"Finnick Odair, as we already established" He took her hand and brought it to his lips, before placing a light kiss and letting it go. "The pleasure's all mine"

"Take a seat, please" With a gesture to one of the seats, she went to her desk, assembling some of the scrambled papers. It was then he noticed that she didn't even dress like a Capitolite, as she had an off-pink cardigan on, pairing with black pants. Those were clothes you could probably even see in district 3. "Would you like some tea or water?"

"I'm more of a wine person, sweetheart, so if you have some of that, I won't turn it down" He sat loosely on the place she gestured to and continued looking at her, before she turned back to him.

"I don't have any wine here, unfortunately for you" Nicole leaned on her desk and reciprocated his gaze "Anyway, you have probably already noticed, there won't be a team helping me." In fact, he did notice that there was no one in the studio besides them. However he thought that it was just a matter of time and soon a couple of clown looking assistants would jump out from around the corner.

"No team? How come?" In response, he received a shrug from his new stylist, who went to pour herself some water. 

"I suppose I never needed one. Though Once, I did work with a team. It was assigned to me at one of my first events. All of that hustle and bustle that followed them..." she shook her head, however a small chuckle left her. "No, I definitely wouldn't be able to put up with that on a daily basis."

"So, not a fan of bigger company?" He asked, slightly amused, even though his expression remained tinted with the hint of mockery, that seemed to always be in it. She thought for a second, looking at the ceiling, while sipping her water. 

"Depends on what company we're talking about. Some groups are nice. Few and far between, but some are nice" She placed her glass down and smiled at him again. "Should we get back to business, since you don't want anything to drink? We'll start with measurements, and then I'll show you some ideas I already have in mind for what you could wear." Now that was a surprise, no stylist ever before had given him options of what he could wear. Usually, he was just given the most provocative piece of clothing known to mankind and his stylist expected him to wear it, no buts. Here, it at least seemed like he'll be given the option to have an opinion. 

"Sounds great. Let's get on with it then" 

"Alright, the changing room is over there" She gestured to the small room, which purpose he  correctly assumed before. 

"And here I thought I'd have to give you a show." he mused. "Be right back" the victor then headed towards the door to the changing room. It was nothing special. Clean, with a mirror on the right wall and two hangers on the opposite side. Once he took off his shirt, he took a moment to look at his reflection, in which he saw his chest and shoulders tainted with hickeys, bite marks and bruises. He could only guess his back didn't look better, since when he accidentally touched his shoulder blade while taking off his shirt, it hurt a bit. Finnick couldn't help but think of how he'll definitely look colorful in a day or so. He took one last, look at the marks and got out of the changing room, deciding that his stylist probably won't care anyway, so there's no reason to hide them anyway. When he stepped back into the main room,  she was humming something quietly, while looking through the colorful rolls and picking some of them out. 

"Done" He signalized to her, not particularly sure if she was aware he was standing there.

"Mhm, good. Let me just grab the measuring tape" Nicole opened one of the many cupboards and took it out, before turning to him. Her eyes widened just slightly, but enough for her client to notice.

"What? Enjoying the view?" Finnick asked with his upkept smug tone of voice.

"You're all bruised" The concern was evident in her eyes, voice and even the light furrow of her brows.

"Ah, these? Don't you worry about them, Miss Keegan. They're just keepsakes from my lovers" He assured in a playful tone of voice.

"Keepsakes?" The stylist asked genuinely surprised. "Those look far too big for that"

"Some of them like to play rough, you know. Adds to the pleasure" That was a lie on his part. He didn't feel pleasure from them at all, but it's not like he was just going to vent to this girl. 

"Right..." She was still unconvinced "If you think that way, then that's totally fine. However, if you'd let me, I'd like to treat them. They're in places I'll be touching a lot during the measurement and I'd rather not cause you any pain by accident."

"You want to treat them?" He raised a brow, before plopping on the couch with a sidelooped smile. It disarmed him for a moment, though. Her kindness wasn't common in the Capitol. "Knock yourself out then, Nicole."

Even though she had mixed feelings about that particular response, she was glad that Finnick allowed her to take care of the marks. Nicole made her way to another cupboard, which was stacked with medicine. After skimming through the creams in variously sized containers, she took out one of the smaller ones with a light blue lid and walked over to the sofa, to sit next to him. Unscrewing the lid, she ran her eyes over the bruises, before dabbing her fingers in the white cream. It smelled nice, a bit like chamomile mixed with mint and something else that he couldn't quite place.

"This should ease the soreness of the bruise." His stylist explained to Finnick and then gently applied the ointment to the first patch of bruises. "Sorry, if it stings a bit at first" her touch was almost feather light, moving with a sense of tenderness that he haven't felt from anyone in a very long time.  It was the first time ever, that he felt like he was treated humanly by a Capitol citizen. He had to admit, it was a nice change of pace, to finally catch a break from being seen as a toy, a mere object to toss around and ruin. Finnick had to assume that's why she was popular with the Victors. 

Soon, she moved to his back, working delicately, but swiftly. The medicine she put was cooling, but it came with a feeling that he could only compare to the one when sparkling water first touches your tongue. After a minute of slight tingling, his bruises didn't hurt anymore when touched, unless pressed on very hardly.

"Finished. So, are you alright?" She asked him, screwing the lid back on.

"Feeling great. Where did you get that stuff? I might have to get some for myself" He rubbed his shoulder, now that it didn't hurt.

"Here, you can take it. If those are your souvenirs, you might need it more than me" She passed him the cream, offering him a gentle and sweet smile.

"Thanks, sweetheart" Finnick responded with a slightly more genuine than the previous ones smile and took it. "Now back to work, yeah?"

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To whoever's reading this, I hope it was as enjoyable to read, as it was to write <3

[nightkitchentarot]

Cab Calloway’s Hepster’s Dictionary

HEPSTER’S DICTIONARY

A

A hummer (n.): exceptionally good. Ex., “Man, that boy is a hummer.”

Ain’t coming on that tab (v.): won’t accept the proposition. Usually abbr. to “I ain’t coming.”

Alligator (n.): jitterbug.

Apple (n.): the big town, the main stem, Harlem.

Armstrongs (n.): musical notes in the upper register, high trumpet notes.

B

Barbecue (n.): the girl friend, a beauty.

Barrelhouse (adj.): free and easy.

Battle (n.): a very homely girl, a crone.

Beat (adj.): (1) tired, exhausted. Ex., “You look beat” or “I feel beat.” (2) lacking anything. Ex, “I am beat for my cash”, “I am beat to my socks” (lacking everything).

Beat it out (v.): play it hot, emphasize the rhythm.

Beat up (adj.): sad, uncomplimentary, tired.

Beat up the chops (or the gums) (v.): to talk, converse, be loquacious.

Beef (v.): to say, to state. Ex., “He beefed to me that, etc.”

Bible (n.): the gospel truth. Ex., “It’s the bible!”

Black (n.): night.

Black and tan (n.): dark and light colored folks. Not colored and white folks as erroneously assumed.

Blew their wigs (adj.): excited with enthusiasm, gone crazy.

Blip (n.): something very good. Ex., “That’s a blip”; “She’s a blip.”

Blow the top (v.): to be overcome with emotion (delight). Ex., “You’ll blow your top when you hear this one.”

Boogie-woogie (n.): harmony with accented bass.

Boot (v.): to give. Ex., “Boot me that glove.”

Break it up (v.): to win applause, to stop the show.

Bree (n.): girl.

Bright (n.): day.

Brightnin’ (n.): daybreak.

Bring down ((1) n. (2) v.): (1) something depressing. Ex., “That’s a bring down.” (2) Ex., “That brings me down.”

Buddy ghee (n.): fellow.

Bust your conk (v.): apply yourself diligently, break your neck.

C

Canary (n.): girl vocalist.

Capped (v.): outdone, surpassed.

Cat (n.): musician in swing band.

Chick (n.): girl.

Chime (n.): hour. Ex., “I got in at six chimes.”

Clambake (n.): ad lib session, every man for himself, a jam session not in the groove.

Chirp (n.): female singer.

Cogs (n.): sun glasses.

Collar (v.): to get, to obtain, to comprehend. Ex., “I gotta collar me some food”; “Do you collar this jive?”

Come again (v.): try it over, do better than you are doing, I don’t understand you.

Comes on like gangbusters (or like test pilot) (v.): plays, sings, or dances in a terrific manner, par excellence in any department. Sometimes abbr. to “That singer really comes on!”

Cop (v.): to get, to obtain (see collar; knock).

Corny (adj.): old-fashioned, stale.

Creeps out like the shadow (v.): “comes on,” but in smooth, suave, sophisticated manner.

Crumb crushers (n.): teeth.

Cubby (n.): room, flat, home.

Cups (n.): sleep. Ex., “I gotta catch some cups.”

Cut out (v.): to leave, to depart. Ex., “It’s time to cut out”; “I cut out from the joint in early bright.”

Cut rate (n.): a low, cheap person. Ex., “Don’t play me cut rate, Jack!”

D

Dicty (adj.): high-class, nifty, smart.

Dig (v.): (1) meet. Ex., “I’ll plant you now and dig you later.” (2) look, see. Ex., “Dig the chick on your left duke.” (3) comprehend, understand. Ex., “Do you dig this jive?”

Dim (n.): evening.

Dime note (n.): ten-dollar bill.

Doghouse (n.): bass fiddle.

Domi (n.): ordinary place to live in. Ex., “I live in a righteous domi.”

Doss (n.): sleep. Ex., “I’m a little beat for my doss.”

Down with it (adj.): through with it.

Drape (n.): suit of clothes, dress, costume.

Dreamers (n.): bed covers, blankets.

Dry-goods (n.): same as drape.

Duke (n.): hand, mitt.

Dutchess (n.): girl.

E

Early black (n.): evening

Early bright (n.): morning.

Evil (adj.): in ill humor, in a nasty temper.

F

Fall out (v.): to be overcome with emotion. Ex., “The cats fell out when he took that solo.”

Fews and two (n.): money or cash in small quantity.

Final (v.): to leave, to go home. Ex., “I finaled to my pad” (went to bed); “We copped a final” (went home).

Fine dinner (n.): a good-looking girl.

Focus (v.): to look, to see.

Foxy (v.): shrewd.

Frame (n.): the body.

Fraughty issue (n.): a very sad message, a deplorable state of affairs.

Freeby (n.): no charge, gratis. Ex., “The meal was a freeby.”

Frisking the whiskers (v.): what the cats do when they are warming up for a swing session.

Frolic pad (n.): place of entertainment, theater, nightclub.

Fromby (adj.): a frompy queen is a battle or faust.

Front (n.): a suit of clothes.

Fruiting (v.): fickle, fooling around with no particular object.

Fry (v.): to go to get hair straightened.

G

Gabriels (n.): trumpet players.

Gammin’ (adj.): showing off, flirtatious.

Gasser (n, adj.): sensational. Ex., “When it comes to dancing, she’s a gasser.”

Gate (n.): a male person (a salutation), abbr. for “gate-mouth.”

Get in there (exclamation.): go to work, get busy, make it hot, give all you’ve got.

Gimme some skin (v.): shake hands.

Glims (n.): the eyes.

Got your boots on: you know what it is all about, you are a hep cat, you are wise.

Got your glasses on: you are ritzy or snooty, you fail to recognize your friends, you are up-stage.

Gravy (n.): profits.

Grease (v.): to eat.

Groovy (adj.): fine. Ex., “I feel groovy.”

Ground grippers (n.): new shoes.

Growl (n.): vibrant notes from a trumpet.

Gut-bucket (adj.): low-down music.

Guzzlin’ foam (v.): drinking beer.

H

Hard (adj.): fine, good. Ex., “That’s a hard tie you’re wearing.”

Hard spiel (n.): interesting line of talk.

Have a ball (v.): to enjoy yourself, stage a celebration. Ex., “I had myself a ball last night.”

Hep cat (n.): a guy who knows all the answers, understands jive.

Hide-beater (n.): a drummer (see skin-beater).

Hincty (adj.): conceited, snooty.

Hip (adj.): wise, sophisticated, anyone with boots on. Ex., “She’s a hip chick.”

Home-cooking (n.): something very dinner (see fine dinner).

Hot (adj.): musically torrid; before swing, tunes were hot or bands were hot.

Hype (n, v.): build up for a loan, wooing a girl, persuasive talk.

I

Icky (n.): one who is not hip, a stupid person, can’t collar the jive.

Igg (v.): to ignore someone. Ex., “Don’t igg me!)

In the groove (adj.): perfect, no deviation, down the alley.

J

Jack (n.): name for all male friends (see gate; pops).

Jam ((1)n, (2)v.): (1) improvised swing music. Ex., “That’s swell jam.” (2) to play such music. Ex., “That cat surely can jam.”

Jeff (n.): a pest, a bore, an icky.

Jelly (n.): anything free, on the house.

Jitterbug (n.): a swing fan.

Jive (n.): Harlemese speech.

Joint is jumping: the place is lively, the club is leaping with fun.

Jumped in port (v.): arrived in town.

K

Kick (n.): a pocket. Ex., “I’ve got five bucks in my kick.”

Kill me (v.): show me a good time, send me.

Killer-diller (n.): a great thrill.

Knock (v.): give. Ex., “Knock me a kiss.”

Kopasetic (adj.): absolutely okay, the tops.

L

Lamp (v.): to see, to look at.

Land o’darkness (n.): Harlem.

Lane (n.): a male, usually a nonprofessional.

Latch on (v.): grab, take hold, get wise to.

Lay some iron (v.): to tap dance. Ex., “Jack, you really laid some iron that last show!”

Lay your racket (v.): to jive, to sell an idea, to promote a proposition.

Lead sheet (n.): a topcoat.

Left raise (n.): left side. Ex., “Dig the chick on your left raise.”

Licking the chops (v.): see frisking the whiskers.

Licks (n.): hot musical phrases.

Lily whites (n.): bed sheets.

Line (n.): cost, price, money. Ex., “What is the line on this drape” (how much does this suit cost)? “Have you got the line in the mouse” (do you have the cash in your pocket)? Also, in replying, all figures are doubled. Ex., “This drape is line forty” (this suit costs twenty dollars).

Lock up: to acquire something exclusively. Ex., “He’s got that chick locked up”; “I’m gonna lock up that deal.”

M

Main kick (n.): the stage.

Main on the hitch (n.): husband.

Main queen (n.): favorite girl friend, sweetheart.

Man in gray (n.): the postman.

Mash me a fin (command.): Give me $5.

Mellow (adj.): all right, fine. Ex., “That’s mellow, Jack.”

Melted out (adj.): broke.

Mess (n.): something good. Ex., “That last drink was a mess.”

Meter (n.): quarter, twenty-five cents.

Mezz (n.): anything supreme, genuine. Ex., “this is really the mezz.”

Mitt pounding (n.): applause.

Moo juice (n.): milk.

Mouse (n.): pocket. Ex., “I’ve got a meter in the mouse.”

Muggin’ (v.): making ’em laugh, putting on the jive. “Muggin’ lightly,” light staccato swing; “muggin’ heavy,” heavy staccato swing.

Murder (n.): something excellent or terrific. Ex., “That’s solid murder, gate!”

N

Neigho, pops: Nothing doing, pal.

Nicklette (n.): automatic phonograph, music box.

Nickel note (n.): five-dollar bill.

Nix out (v.): to eliminate, get rid of. Ex., “I nixed that chick out last week”; “I nixed my garments” (undressed).

Nod (n.): sleep. Ex., “I think I’l cop a nod.”

O

Ofay (n.): white person.

Off the cob (adj.): corny, out of date.

Off-time jive (n.): a sorry excuse, saying the wrong thing.

Orchestration (n.): an overcoat.

Out of the world (adj.): perfect rendition. Ex., “That sax chorus was out of the world.”

Ow!: an exclamation with varied meaning. When a beautiful chick passes by, it’s “Ow!”; and when someone pulls an awful pun, it’s also “Ow!”

P

Pad (n.): bed.

Pecking (n.): a dance introduced at the Cotton Club in 1937.

Peola (n.): a light person, almost white.

Pigeon (n.): a young girl.

Pops (n.): salutation for all males (see gate; Jack).

Pounders (n.): policemen.

Q

Queen (n.): a beautiful girl.

R

Rank (v.): to lower.

Ready (adj.): 100 per cent in every way. Ex., “That fried chicken was ready.”

Ride (v.): to swing, to keep perfect tempo in playing or singing.

Riff (n.): hot lick, musical phrase.

Righteous (adj.): splendid, okay. Ex., “That was a righteous queen I dug you with last black.”

Rock me (v.): send me, kill me, move me with rhythm.

Ruff (n.): quarter, twenty-five cents.

Rug cutter (n.): a very good dancer, an active jitterbug.

S

Sad (adj.): very bad. Ex., “That was the saddest meal I ever collared.”

Sadder than a map (adj.): terrible. Ex., “That man is sadder than a map.”

Salty (adj.): angry, ill-tempered.

Sam got you: you’ve been drafted into the army.

Send (v.): to arouse the emotions. (joyful). Ex., “That sends me!”

Set of seven brights (n.): one week.

Sharp (adj.): neat, smart, tricky. Ex., “That hat is sharp as a tack.”

Signify (v.): to declare yourself, to brag, to boast.

Skins (n.): drums.

Skin-beater (n.): drummer (see hide-beater).

Sky piece (n.): hat.

Slave (v.): to work, whether arduous labor or not.

Slide your jib (v.): to talk freely.

Snatcher (n.): detective.

So help me: it’s the truth, that’s a fact.

Solid (adj.): great, swell, okay.

Sounded off (v.): began a program or conversation.

Spoutin’ (v.): talking too much.

Square (n.): an unhep person (see icky; Jeff).

Stache (v.): to file, to hide away, to secrete.

Stand one up (v.): to play one cheap, to assume one is a cut-rate.

To be stashed (v.): to stand or remain.

Susie-Q (n.): a dance introduced at the Cotton Club in 1936.

T

Take it slow (v.): be careful.

Take off (v.): play a solo.

The man (n.): the law.

Threads (n.): suit, dress or costume (see drape; dry-goods).

Tick (n.): minute, moment. Ex., “I’ll dig you in a few ticks.” Also, ticks are doubled in accounting time, just as money is doubled in giving “line.” Ex., “I finaled to the pad this early bright at tick twenty” (I got to bed this morning at ten o’clock).

Timber (n.): toothpick.

To dribble (v.): to stutter. Ex., “He talked in dribbles.”

Togged to the bricks: dressed to kill, from head to toe.

Too much (adj.): term of highest praise. Ex., “You are too much!”

Trickeration (n.): struttin’ your stuff, muggin’ lightly and politely.

Trilly (v.): to leave, to depart. Ex., “Well, I guess I’ll trilly.”

Truck (v.): to go somewhere. Ex., “I think I’ll truck on down to the ginmill (bar).”

Trucking (n.): a dance introduced at the Cotton Club in 1933.

Twister to the slammer (n.): the key to the door.

Two cents (n.): two dollars.

U

Unhep (adj.): not wise to the jive, said of an icky, a Jeff, a square.

V

Vine (n.): a suit of clothes.

V-8 (n.): a chick who spurns company, is independent, is not amenable.

W

What’s your story?: What do you want? What have you got to say for yourself? How are tricks? What excuse can you offer? Ex., “I don’t know what his story is.”

Whipped up (adj.): worn out, exhausted, beat for your everything.

Wren (n.): a chick, a queen.

Wrong riff: the wrong thing said or done. Ex., “You’re coming up on the wrong riff.”

Y

Yarddog (n.): uncouth, badly attired, unattractive male or female.

Yeah, man: an exclamation of assent.

Z

Zoot (adj.): exaggerated

Zoot suit (n.): the ultimate in clothes. The only totally and truly American civilian suit.

[pocketfulofelviss]

“The film required Elvis to wear a light hairpiece for his twin, the character of Jodie, and according to Cynthia Pepper, who played the role of Corporal Midge Riley, ‘He hated that blond wig. He didn’t want to come out of the dressing room.’ He found it emasculating, and it took him back to the Elvis of old, before he reinvented himself as the suave and dark-haired leading man. But in some ways, Elvis should’ve felt comfortable on the set. For a few days, at least, he enjoyed a triumvirate of women who re-created the psychological set-up he enjoyed with his mother and, by extension, Jessie Garon.” (Nash, 2010: 389). * #elvispresley #presley #theking #graceland #elvis #smile #love #idol #music #iconic #vintage #style #classy #vintagefashion #kingofmusic #rockandroll #sideburns #blessedsoul #rip #elvisthepelvis #memphis #tupelo #soldier #elvislegacy #epe https://www.instagram.com/p/Cop9AnyL08r/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[nimmo-tube-cheese]

help

[spookysecretfriendday]

for @groovy-bear by Emery

“This is stupid.”

“No no no, trust me, it’ll be PERFECT!”

Glanni let out a frustrated sigh, the pokes from his needle still showing through his skin. He placed down a couple more sequins, trying (and subsequently failing) to patch them down in their proper places. “I was the one who taught you how to sew, you have no right to be better at it than me..!” Robbie twiddled his fingers, secretly holding the sequins in place so his cousin could sew them in. “Batman is not nearly as glitzy as you think he is, though…you sure he’ll like it?” “Shut up it’s perf.” “Fair, fair….I suppose it’s all about the personal touches, anyway. It’s going to look cool no matter what.” Triumphant, he held up the batsuit, modified a bit to match Ithro’s physique. It glistened in the light, a few extra fabric details added, and some sparkly bits for show because he just Had to. Still, even with the pride of his handiwork filling him, a soft little doubt crawled over his chest. “What if he already has plans and I’m doing this for no reason?” “He is so ridiculously public about EVERYTHING he does. I doubt he has anything going on.” Robbie held up the glossy plastic mask to his face, looking at himself in the mirror. He took the cape up in his arm to give it a big swoop. It was a little simple- after all, the Phantom didn’t have very many details in his outfit- so he added a few extra touches of red-and-gold trim in intricate embroidered patterns. His classic signature of “R.R.” was hidden among the swirls. “Do I look fit for an OPERA?” he said dramatically, a dark and suave tone to his voice. Glanni nodded excitedly. “MAN, this is gonna be so cool.”

— “B-b-b!!!! But it’s so silly…!” Totally indifferent to his brother’s stresses, Ithro shrugged. “Nah, you can wear a dress if you want. I personally wouldn’t, but I think it’d look good on you. Plus, people crossdress on Halloween all the time.” “Mm, I suppose so,,,,” “Isn’t that more blue than Christine normally has, though? Not like I watch it often.” Sportacus smiled with something that would have been indignance if he weren’t so sweet. “I like blue! Besides, the stripes and swoops make it look nicer.” He twirled a bit, just for the fun. It was quite a bit shorter than the dress normally would be, falling to about knee-length, so he could still adequately move in his… flamboyant fashion. “Shit, I don’t have any lipstick. Do you think he’ll have some?” Sportacus looked at him and held back from guffawing. “This is GLANNI GLAEPUR we’re talking about, and you’re worried about him having LIPSTICK?” A nervous laugh escaped him, accompanied by blush. He gathered everything together, laying it out. The electric green wig, the royal purple suit, and the wacky eccentricity of the green-and-orange to match it. It was a little haphazard, some parts having been put together by his meaty and unrefined hands, but he made it work. “Are you planning anything for yourself, brother?” Sportacus asked curiously. “Nah, I’m probably just gonna go as the same thing I did last year, honestly.” The blue elf smoothed out his skirt, fluffing up his hair as much as he could to bring out the curls and putting a small silver barrette in it. “Too much?” piped up his sheepish voice. Ithro shook his head. “Don’t worry, you look great.” “Then come on, let’s go give your gift to him!” “All dressed up like this, though? Is it too early to reveal the costumes though?” Sportacus had already done a double-backflip out the door, so he had no choice but to follow with his plain wrapped box.

— It was a short trek down the hall to Glanni’s apartment. They couldn’t hear the voices on the inside of the door. “Come on, let’s go give it to them!” Robbie said excitedly, bouncing on his heels with devilish glee. He LOVED surprises, even if they weren’t for him. All Glanni had was a purple and yellow box, which he tried to make more rugged and “manly” with a burlap ribbon- he hoped more than anything that Ithro would appreciate it. Just at that moment, that hand nervously gripped the doorknob- he was so close, this should be so EASY, goddammit- and with a LURCH he was sent tumbling in when Robbie threw open the door from the inside. “GAAack-“ he yelped on his way in, narrowly missing Glanni and crashing to the floor. “Holy shit Ithro??! I!! Didn’t know you were there!” Robbie helped pull him off the ground, but Glanni clutched the box tighter to him, flushing a bit- god, he wasn’t expecting the confrontation so soon. Sportacus piped up from behind them. “WAIT?! Robbie, you’re- we match??” He looked up, confused, to see a wide-eyed blond Christine that was more gorgeous to him than any lady. His mouth fell open. “Oh wow, you guys both did Phantom of the Opera? That’s incredible!” Glanni chuckled. “Was that coordinated at all…?” (to which they both shook their heads brightly.) It was then that Ithro noticed the box. “Oh, who’s that for? Me?” he joked. Taken aback, Glanni didn’t answer at first, and then just. Thrust it towards him! But gently. “Yea. Just…here.” “Ironically…” Ithro trailed off, switching off the packages, both of them blushing quite a bit. “Holy shit you-“ “-The Batman…” “THAT’S.” They both burst out laughing, holding the matching costumes they had made for each other- Joker and The Batman. A glance at each other, a little nervous, a little silly, a little incredulous at it all. Robbie and Sportacus looked on too, giggling with it all.

Unintentional, but wonderful- a matching double date.

It was going to be an awesome Halloween spent together.

[13atoms]

Fic idea: reader and orlo are penpals, and when the reader finally visits Orlo for the first time, they expect a suave, intelligent, confident man... And then Orlo's very, very flustered and tongue tied around them, but still in his endearing way?

No idea where to go from there, so have fun I guess?

Oh my god i love this concept. SO much. He’d be so suave in letters. 

Since I’ve been away a while: here’s some flufffffffff

Orlo fidgeted nervously as another carriage pulled away, an elderly Lord in an oversized wig departing rather than the woman he was expecting.

What would she be like? What would she look like? Sound like? Smell like?

What would she think of him?

He tried to gulp down the worst question, buzzing around his head like a wasp he couldn’t swat, cursing his sweaty palms as he rubbed them against his waistcoat subtly. The fear she wouldn’t like him had crept up on Orlo over the last few weeks, threatening to choke him the night before her arrival and keeping him from sleep as he had anxiously considered every possible outcome of their meeting for the first time.

Ought he to have warned her, of his reputation at the palace? Did he owe her some explanation of his flaws?

He wondered who she expected, if she had tried to fantasize about him as he had about her.

Her. This stranger, who he feared might already own his heart, who knew him better than anyone else in the palace walls.

They had flirted through neat script, he had agonised over her every crossed-out work and carefully chosen phrase, and now he was finally meeting her.

It was a strange gap in his day, between coup meetings and appeasing Peter, trying to hold the country together, Orlo had carved out time to await the arrival of her carriage.

He was being ridiculous, he knew it, standing by the turning circle of the carriages for hours. He had no idea what time she would arrive, and yet he could not bare to miss a second of her presence. So her would wait, alone and hoping his intentions remained unchallenged by the gentry at large.

No one in the palace knew of his correspondence, of his flirting and his attempts at charming in letters, of his secret he had harboured in letters nestled between official correspondence and against his heart in the inside pocket of his waistcoat.

He smiled, thinking of all the times he had leaned on the strength of those letters in difficult meetings and raucous parties, eagerly awaiting each new batch of letters in the hopes it might contain a couple of pages from her.

Catherine had almost caught him once, reading a letter from her crouched in a concealed corner of the theatre, squinting in the darkness in desperation to hear more from her.

“What are you reading?” Catherine had asked haughtily, reaching for the letter.

As quickly as he could without damaging the paper, he had declined to share with her, shoving the folded letter back into his pocket.

“Nothing!”

Catherine’s silent challenge, her stormy expression and impatiently tapping foot, had forced more words from him.

“A friend,” he muttered.

Her expression had warped into a wry smile, perhaps no longer afraid of his betrayal, seeing a little more than he would have liked.

Orlo smiled to himself against the cold air, the palace looming behind him and his beau somewhere through the forest, in a carriage. He could not deny the nervousness he felt for her safety, in equal measure to the nervousness he felt for her judgement of him.

In the windows, he could see people waking up, beginning their routines. Couples and single men, children and countless visitors to the huge building flitted in and out of the windows as the Russian wind whistled through the forest and horses and carriage crunched against the road.

A polite, “thank you” drew his eye from the windows above, causing him to staggered around clumsily to see the women disembarking the carriage.

He pulled her latest letter from his pocket, wondering if it might help him identify his mystery pen pal somehow, watching as she tried subtly to stretch from the journey and smiled at the driver.

Her reaction to the huge, grand building was familiar, and it made Orlo smile as she stared up at the windows above, marvelling at what was surely the largest building she had ever seen with wide eyes.

She smiled as she caught him staring, and Orlo found himself shrinking into himself, his chest tight with nervousness as she laid eyes on him.

"I'm looking for... Grigor Orlo?" she asked gently.

His name on her tongue made his heart stutter in his chest, and Orlo knew it. He was fucked.

"That's... actually me," he choked out, wincing at the stutter in his words.

He winced as her eyebrows raised, her gaze falling subtly across his face and clothing, mouth falling open for just a second of surprise too long. Then, she smiled so sweetly he feared he might faint.

“Then I suppose I am your pen pal!” she introduced herself, holding out a hand to him.

Orlo froze, kicking himself as he finally reached for her retreating hand, pulling it to his lips. Her soft skin brushed his lips in a kiss for just a second, but it was long enough for him to feel that clenching of his heart again, almost painful.

His mind was torturing him, seeming to race and halt at once.    

Stop acting like such a fool!

“Orlo,” he choked out, “everyone just calls me Orlo.”

He released her hand and stood, struggling to meet her gaze even as he was inclined to stare at her. She regarded him curiously for a moment, before nodding mutely.

Her carriage was pulling away, her bags awaiting direction as servants stood nearby, and he wondered at what a spectacle this all must be. Still, he found himself lacking words.

“It is a pleasure to meet you,” she told him sincerely, “at long last.”

“You too,” Orlo managed to return, wondering how a man of his age could manage to have his voice break whilst attempting to pronounce so few syllables.

The conversation had not truly been volleyed back to her, and yet Orlo could do nothing but berate himself for how badly he was failing.

He had thought her his soulmate, perhaps, a life partner. Words alone had been enough to prove their connection, a smart and witty woman he had begun correspondence with quite by accident seemed too good to be true, and he had been delighted each time she flirted back with him, and seemed as eager as him to talk more. She had travelled for days to visit him, for goodness’ sakes. She could not be more perfect, and he was fucking it all up.

“Where should I have my bags sent?” she asked him politely.

He wondered at what she might think, as he fumbled and failed to carry their conversation. Fuck. He had not even welcomed her yet, told her where she would be staying, he –

“Orlo?” she inquired.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered, “um, there is a guest suite prepared. Near mine. Not that… not that that is relevant. Um…”

He turned to the serf who stood nearby, longsuffering and wincing at the man’s awkwardness.

“The guest suite three doors from my own, the door will be marked.”

They nodded, and vanished with the heavy bags.

His pen pal was staring wistfully across the gardens, and he felt nothing but pity for the poor woman. He had lured her here under the pretence of someone better than him, and now she would be undergoing the worst kind of betrayal, watching him fumble his words and wring his hands nervously.

She had wandered some small distance away, entranced by the morning bustle of the residents of the palace and their finery, the sheer scale of the grounds. He watched her for a moment, taking a deep breath, before stepping by her side.

“I cannot believe you are real,” he exhaled, “I have been so nervous…”

She turned a little to face him, but spared him her gaze. Perhaps she knew that was too much for now.

“Me too,” she admitted, “I mean, that you are real. And who you say.”

Orlo allowed himself to smile, and she turned properly to him.

“I was afraid I would let you down. I still am, in some way,” he admitted, the words rolling from his tongue unpermitted.

At least you are saying something, you fool.

He frowned at her displeased look, noticed how she took him in again, wondering if she was judging him. For his stature. For his clothes. His face. His voice. His demeanour.

He wondered which repulsed her the most.

“I admit, I had the same fear,” she told him.

Orlo opened and closed his mouth in surprise, her letter to him clutched tightly in his hand, the last words she had sent him before he could finally hear her speak in person.

“Why? You could never disappoint me!” Orlo heard himself pitchy, nervous still, and cursed himself for it.

She laughed, looking towards her feet, fluffing her skirt in a gesture which betrayed her own self-consciousness.

“I am embarrassed to admit it, but I fretted for hours on what to wear today. Whether you would think it was… enough. I know things are different here, I… I did not want to embarrass myself.”

Orlo intended to interrupt, one hand raised to make a point, but she continued to speak. She was not watching him, her gaze trained instead on the ladies assembling on the lawn in their ornate jewellery and fine dresses, squinting as if in scrutiny.

“I confess I had even considered turning around, for fear you might not find me as… eloquent in person.”

Orlo caught himself chuckling, quickly reaching for his pen pal’s hand to assuage her immediate fear he was laughing at her.

“I cannot believe how thoroughly your mind seems to match mine, in its cruel patterns,” he explained.

She smiled nervously, unconvinced, and he dropped her hand.

Then, he reached for it again, leaving his fingers awkwardly outstretched as he allowed his rue thoughts to spill from his mouth.

"I find that beautiful words come to me easier than beauty, flattery and emotion are easier through a quill than they are through my own voice. I understand if you want to leave. And if I have misled you in some way... oh, god, I am sorry."

His words were left with a beat of silence, self-depreciation stamping out hope as it blossomed at her timidly upturning lips.

“Now, you are sounding rather more than my pen pal,” she teased, and Orlo caught himself smiling, though the jibe felt rather at his own expense.

“I do not measure up in person…” Orlo attempted to fill her words, to release her from the need to tell him herself that she would be leaving.

She took his hand.

“On account of beauty, you certainly do. And perhaps you might show me a little more flattery and emotion as you introduce me to the grounds?”

She adjusted his arm, and he found himself allowing his muscles to go limp at the contact, letting her manipulate him as she pleased until he had styled him to offer his elbow, and snaked her own arm through his.

He covered her hand with his, feeling butterflies returning to his stomach.

In a good way. An exciting way. She smiled across at him.

“I would truly love that,” he confessed sincerely.

She leant into his side fondly, make his heartbeat accelerate faster than the wildest jigs danced in the palace. I would like so desperately to dance with her, he realised.

Ahead the sky was a bright blue, both of them squinting at the sun as Catherine joined the women in a chorus of bottle-smashing cheers. The bark of dogs inside the palace was accompanied by gunshots, as a hunt prepared to go out.

And Orlo was about to go on a date.

A date who was chirpily hanging onto his arm, looking around at all the new sights and flinching at the new noises.

Just for a second, he wondered that she might get used to them.

And stay.

With a blink he finally took a step forwards, delighting in how she bounced excitedly alongside him, his earlier trepidation giving forwards to the kind of fond nervousness which arrived at the start of something good.

As she smiled to him, he found himself earnestly grinning back.

“Then let us begin.”

[hattedhedgehog]

MCM London was originally going to be this weekend, today I was going to wear Crowley’s Bastille outfit from ep 3 of Good Omens. While the con may not be happening this year, I am really proud of this cosplay and the new skills I learned along the way.

[Photo descriptions: a cosplay of Crowley from the Good Omens episode 3 Bastille scene. He attempts to look suave and nonchalant as he lounges on a coach, wearing curled red wig, small dark sunglasses, knee length fall front breeches, an aubergine frock coat with blue lining, and a black cravat.]

[randomoranges]

club 1642 - the introduction

Club 1642 is thriving and noisy, just the way it normally is on a Saturday night and even though Edward usually loves the hustle and bustle of the place, he makes his way through the boisterous crowd towards the bar in search for a drink and maybe a small reprieve. He’s been coming here often, well over a year now, and he’s rather fond of the place.

 It had taken him a right long time to finally visit, but now he’s glad he does. Club 1642 has been escapism, nostalgic yearning, and a hope for better things to come.

 It started, really, before he’d moved to the city. Before the promotion, before the semi-imposed exile. He’d been a regular at a similar type of club back home. However, instead of being a guest, he’d been there, on stage, with the other wonderful performers. He’d been Kate then, and she’d been spectacular. She’d been in all sorts of shows, had been invited as a guest judge to some events, had been in her fair share of parades and she’d made a difference in the community.

 And then the proverbial shit had hit the proverbial fan.

 Edward doesn’t like rehashing the events that had brought him here, so he doesn’t, but when he’d landed in Montreal, it had been to start over. He’d kept his head low, had slowly found his footing, had climbed the ladder at the Montreal branch of the company he worked for and had eventually found love.

 Or – so he thought.

 Dave had been kind. Dave had been nice. Dave had been nothing like all the other men Edward had ever brought to bed and Edward had thought that he could share anything with him. Therefore, one day, when he’d heard of the infamous Club 1642, he’d asked Dave if he’d want to come.

 Dave had been downright rude, calling “those people” all sorts of terrible names Edward doesn’t want to remember. Edward had called him out on it, had asked him to at least have an open mind and go once, and when that hadn’t worked in his favour, he’d done the mistake of revealing his secret – of telling him about Kate.

 Edward hadn’t seen Dave since.

 Dave’s reaction had only further cemented Edward’s fear that there was no place for people like him in this world, so he’d forgotten about Club 1642, had kept Kate closer to his heart and had pretended he was just another guy going to his otherwise regular job.

 But the fact was that he missed it. He missed transforming himself into an entirely different person. He missed the rush of adrenaline he got from performing. He missed the late nights and the bright lights. He missed lingering in the dressing rooms and chatting with his friends. He missed how good it felt to change into the satin dresses and the high-heeled shoes; the application of rouge and polish – the overall reveal of Kate. The freedom she brought him.

 Therefore, he made a compromise with himself; he decided he could visit the club on his own and no one needed to know. A little treat for himself.

 He’d absolutely loved the club. There was a reason it was quoted as the best in the city and Edward had gone as often as he could, never with someone and always alone. He’d lived vicariously through the performances, had reminisced about his own triumphs and had slowly, slowly, rekindled with his old flame. (Had even gone so far, on most occasions when he got home, as to take out the old heels, the old dresses and the wigs he’d once worn. Had dressed herself up, if only for a moment, for a very private performance in the washroom, only to relive the feeling for a moment or two. It was still – he wasn’t – she wasn’t ready. They weren’t, really. Not after the fiasco and the debacle. But – maybe soon.)

 Therefore, by now, Edward is very familiar with most of the staff who works at the club. Some of them recognise him, some he has casual conversations with, but when Edward gets to the bar, he’s completely flummoxed by the bartender.

 Firstly, Edward has never seen this person before.

 Secondly, Edward would remember ever seeing this person.

 Thirdly, Edward loses all sense of speech, as he can’t help but stare.

 This person is gorgeous.

 For starters, their hair deserves a mention of its own. Edward has never seen such beautiful, long curly hair ever. It cascades past the bartender’s shoulders and stops mid back. Some of it has been gathered in a half bun and a rebellious curly strand frames the person’s face. It looks incredibly soft and it’s a shade or two lighter than Edward’s own dark brown hair. Edward finds himself thinking that he’d love to gently tug on a curl and see if it would bounce back in place. Run his fingers through the tendrils, maybe even braid it.

 The bartender seems to dance as they twirl and step to their own rhythm as they prepare one drink after another and Edward takes in the sight of the person. Considering where he is, Edward isn’t sure if the bartender is part of the performers or not – if they’re part of the queens or not. It doesn’t matter, really, and he doesn’t care if they are or not, but he finds himself pulled by this person’s charisma regardless.

 The outfit the bartender wears does little to help Edward figure out if they’re meant to be behind a bar or up on stage. It’s extravagant, for one, but then again, everything about the club is. For all he knows, this person might simply want to dress like this. The top of the outfit reminds Edward of something straight out of a French Revolution film. There are ruffles at the collar of the white shirt they have, a deep blue waistcoat that seems to be made of velvet and bright golden buttons along the way. The waistcoat’s arms stop just slightly above the bartender’s wrists and Edward watches as long elegant fingers wrap around glasses as they prepare drinks. Edward catches sight of carefully manicured nails painted in dark polish, bangles and rings that adorn both wrists and digits. Edward only catches a glimpse of the bottom part of the outfit when the bartender walks a few paces away to retrieve a specific bottle of liqueur. He really tries not to let his eyes linger too long on the bartender’s long, long legs, the tightness of the velvet pants decorated once more with the bright golden buttons or the high-heeled shoes they seem to be wearing.

 His cheeks flush and turn bright red when the bartender turns around and catches him staring. They grin, and it’s an amused sort of grin as they walk back to the counter, wink at him, and then prepare the drink for the other patron. They make small talk with the customer and Edward focuses on the pretty smile on their face, the deep red of their lips, and the long lashes that frame their eyes.

 “What can I get you, Sugar?”

 Edward blinks, not having realised that he was next to be served. It does nothing to help the heat in his cheeks go away and if anything, the bartender looks immensely amused.

 Edward clears his throat and tries to regain his composure, but he gets lost in the green of the bartender’s eyes and the way their curly hair frames their face. He stands by what he thought earlier; they’re gorgeous.

 The bartender laughs and Edward thinks it’s the prettiest laugh he’s ever heard; “Cat’s got your tongue? Here, why don’t I make you the house special? On me.” They wink again and go back to their twirling as they reach out for one bottle and then the next. It’s like a well rehearsed number and Edward stares as he tries to get his brain to reboot.

 “Go ahead, have a sip, and tell me what you think,” They say handing him the drink. There’s a paper umbrella in it, the concoction is colourful and the coldness of the glass does wonder to his sweaty palms. He takes a sip to buy himself some time and maybe he’s biased, but it tastes good. He manages an appreciative noise and the bartender looks even more pleased. Edward takes it as a win, hopes he can string together a few words of thanks as he fishes out his wallet, and puts a twenty in the tip jar.

 “That’s very generous of you, even if unnecessary.” They say as they lean against the counter. It almost seems like flirting, but Edward doesn’t count on it. They’re probably doing it as part of their job, being nice to the patrons of the club and such. Still, Edward revels in it for a moment, let’s himself feel good.

 “Are you new here?” He manages to say when really, he’d want to say something suave and cool like “why don’t we have a drink together?” or “what time do you get off at?”

 Instead, the bartender laughs, as if tremendously amused by a clever joke Edward has shared with them. Edward would normally be offended by the reaction, but instead he just politely smiles and takes another sip of the drink.

 “Oh, Sugar, no, I’ve been here for many years now, except I’m not normally at the bar; I’ve just stepped in for Paul for the night.” They give him a soft smile that settles somewhere deep in Edward’s stomach and makes his heart beat just a little faster. He wonders if maybe he’s been single for too long that just a smile from the bartender can set him off like this, or if maybe this is something he should further investigate. He puts the thought at the back of his mind and instead focuses on his conversation. At least, now he knows why the new bartender doesn’t look familiar, even if it leaves him wondering what exactly it is they normally do.

 “Oh, I’ve never seen you around.” He says instead. It’s a platitude and it’s not exactly the greatest of conversation topics, but it is the truth.

 “I would be impressed if you had! I work backstage.”

 Edward blinks, still unsure whether or not they mean it as one of the performers or some stagehand, but he doesn’t want to be rude, so he keeps quiet and drinks. He doesn’t want to assume.

 “That does explain it then,” He offers instead, “Still, it was nice meeting you.” He honestly means it and doesn’t want the bartender to read too much into it. Sure, Edward thinks they look good, sure, he wouldn’t mind to pursue this further, but he’s not fishing for anything else – unless of course they’re interested.

 “Likewise,” They beam, “Who knows, maybe I’ll get to see you again.”

 Edward has no idea what they mean by it, but it would be nice, even if just for a quick chat at the bar; it’ll make his whole experience slightly less lonely. Ever since his debacle with Dave, Edward hasn’t had the guts to invite anyone over to the club in fear of having to live through the insults yet again. He’s done with that scene. The club, he’s decided, is something for him and him alone. A safe haven for his soul.

 “That would be great; who should I ask for if ever?”

 “Teddy; they call me Teddy around these parts.”

 “Teddy,” Edward repeats over the noise of the club. He’d been expecting something like Miss Salacious or Lady Marmalade, but Teddy seems to suit them just fine. It leaves a little mystery to them and Edward finds that he doesn’t mind and actually likes it. “It’s been a pleasure; I’m Edward.” He offers Teddy a hand to shake, mostly out of reflex and partially out of a lack of something better to do. He thinks of leaving his phone number on a paper napkin, but maybe that’s a little bit too much.

 Instead, Teddy looks at his offered hand and laughs that wonderful laugh of his again as he takes and shakes it. “Likewise,” They say and maybe Edward imagines it, but the handshake lasts a second longer than it should (not that he minds) and between the smile on Teddy’s face and the warmth of his hand, Edward finds himself hoping he’ll see them again soon.  

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Disney Show AU: Hannah Montana as Solaria Star ('06-'11) UPDATED!

I realized I left Rico out in my original post, but that was because I didn’t know who to pair him with, so now here he is! See below:

(Princess) Allura Altea as Miley Stewart/Hannah Montana, who lives a double life as worldwide pop idol sensation, Solaria Star. Unlike Miley/Hannah, her hair is naturally white/light, so she usually wears a dark wig to school. She also very studious and always makes up for any school work she missed in breaks when she is an idol. Allura is very close with her family and friends and cares very much for them.

Alfor Altea as Robby Ray Stewart, Allura’s rock star father. He is very passionate about music, something that he has passed down to Allura, Lance and Romelle. He often talks about the days when he was known as Alfor, the King of Rock ‘n’ Roll, and reminisces of when he met his wife and Allura and Lance’s mother, Melenor. He acts as their mentor and guardian whenever he can.

Lance McClain as Jackson Stewart, Allura’s brother, who unlike his father and sister, has naturally dark hair. He doesn’t attend all of Solaria’s events but will be there when he wants to/needs to. Just like his father and sister, he has a great love for music and often sings songs in spanish, as well as swimming and surfing. He also flirts with just about anyone, something that causes Allura great embarrassment. He swears that he is not crushing on a certain action movie star.

Coran Hieronymus Wimbleton Smythe is Alfor and Allura’s manager and chauffeur. He has known the family since Alfor’s debut and is very close with them, often helping Alfor looking after Allura and her cousins when he can’t. Coran is also gives them life advice and treats them all the same. He takes care of the house where people can’t or just plain forget.

Romelle is Allura and Lance’s cousin who moved to California from the Midwest. She is constantly confused by “west coast speak” and tries her hardest to fit in with everyone else. She is very close with her cousins and is a great singer, though not as great as them. Romelle attends all of her cousins events and sometimes acts as Solaria when Allura is late or cannot make it.

Katie Holt/Pidge Gunderson as Lilly Truscott/Lola Luftnagle (LaFonda), one of Allura’s  closest friends and one of Lance’s first friends. They say at first that their not a big Solaria fan, or Solar Fans as they call themselves, but secretly listens to her songs when they are upset or stuck. They are shocked when they inadvertently find out Allura’s secret, but promises to keep quiet. They begin to attend Solaria events dressed as Pidge Gunderson, the child of former FBI agent who used to protect celebrities who performed for the President. They live with their parents and older brother Matt, who is a Solar Fan.

Hunk Garrett as Oliver Oken/Mike Standley III, Lance’s best friend and one of Allura’s as well. Hunk is kind, sweet, and simple, who also has a great love for cooking. He loves Solaria’s songs, but is not as big of a Solar Fan as other people. He found out Allura’s secret when Lance accidentally told him during a sleepover. He begins to attend Solaria’s events when Pidge finds out as Hank Jupiter, the son of a wrestler turned semi- action star. He has a crush on their classmate Shay, who is the daughter of a Hollywood costume designer, who also makes Solaria’s costumes.

Matt Holt as Rico Suave, Pidge’s older brother and Lance’s co-worker. Matt claims to be the biggest Solar Fan (Solaria Star fan) (like solar flare? get it? nevermind...), which annoys Pidge to no end, and also makes Allura a bit nervous to be around him, since Matt is very sharp. He comes very close to figuring out Allura’s secret at times, but never truly sees the truth is in front of him until Allura reveals her secret to the world. Matt is crushed by the fact that not only did Lance not tell him, but his own sibling kept Allura’s secret, but forgives them when they explain that Allura wanted to live a normal life. He and Lance both work under Adam, who is the general manager, at Neptune’s Surf Shop at the beach. Matt is later promoted to shift manager when Adam leaves to move in with Shiro.

Keith Kogane is an action movie star who is known to be a bit closed off to his fans, but that just makes him a bit more attractive (according to one fan in particular). He sometimes appears alongside Solaria at events. Rumors have circulated for years that the two have been secretly dating, but they are actually just really good friends. Keith decides to take a break from acting and attends Allura’s school in order to be a bit more normal. He finds out Allura’s secret when he follows Lance back to the house and sees Allura take off her wig. He promises to keep her secret if her and her friends can help him keep his fans and the press at bay.

Takashi “Shiro” Shirogane as Jesse, a former famous actor and model from Japan who moved to America when he was younger to try and live a normal life. He later found himself becoming Keith’s manager and foster brother. He and Allura hit it off and tried to date but Shiro later admitted to her that he wasn’t over his former boyfriend Adam, who is still alive and has moved to California for a job. Allura is behind him 100% and the two are still close friends.

Lotor Daibazaal as Leslie “Jake” Ryan, a famous actor and movie star who Allura had a crush on. They dated when Allura was Solaria, but when she found out Lotor had cheated on her, she dumped him. He is known to be sweet and charming to the camera and fans, but is often harsh and critical when nobody is around. He is never seen without his four female bodyguards.

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Adversary May Cry Dante Cosplay Guide as well as Tips

Whether you're a cosplayer or a gamer, you want to get motivation from the personalities of your favorite games. If you currently dressed up as Leon S. Kennedy from the Resident Evil 2 remake, it's time to think about Dante from Evil one May Cry 5-- both published as well as created by Capcom. The Adversary May Cry collection will certainly introduce its fifth installation on March 8, 2019. In the first four games, Dante is as a private investigator, demon-hunting and also mercenary vigilante. His objective is to destroy mythological enemies in quest of those who damaged his bro and eliminated his mom. Dante is the child of Sparda-- that is an effective satanic force. Because of this, he shows off superhuman powers. The game designer, Hideki Kamiya, visualized cosplay costumes for sale  as a amazing and also fashionable guy. Since his characterization is a arrogant as well as confident demon hunter having supernatural abilities, numerous gamers like him. This transformed him right into among the most iconic characters in the world of pc gaming. No question, numerous cosplayers and also players want to use an Adversary May Cry 5 Dante cosplay costumes.

To gather Dante's appearance, here's a costume guide:

Brief white wig Due to the fact that of his short white hair, Dante looks attractive and also sexy. With this, you require to find a short white wig. Do not worry as wigs are simple to locate - no matter the color and the size.

Guys's top and also lengthy red coat A jacket is an essential element. It includes suave to the entire look. When it comes to Dante, he takes pride in a long red coat-- as much as the knees. Looking for a long coat is difficult, however remember that it's an essential element in a Devil May Cry 5 Dante cosplay costumes. While you go to it, do not forget to search for a males's top, either grey in shade or darker. Dark pants and also battle shoes Let's not neglect the denims. The pants should be a darker red. Ultimately, you ought to try to find battle shoes. Battle shoes were made for soldiers throughout training or actual battle. When picking battle shoes, ensure that it's dark or much better, black. Due to the fact that you can use it for other cosplay costumes in the future, ensure that it's comfortable to wear. Accessories To finish the look, you ought to think about the devices that can aid him deal with against supernatural pressures. It would certainly be excellent in your portrayal if you can obtain all his devices. Also visit my web-site: www.simcosplay.com   You might consider a replica Sword of Sparda, an airsoft weapon as well as fingerless cyclist gloves. Do not neglect his necklace. You require to keep in mind exactly how the developer imagined the character as your guide to dressing up like him if you want to pull with each other Adversary May Cry 5 Dante cosplay costumes. The good news is that there are lots of stores on-line that you can take into consideration for a hassle-free Dante costume complete set. You can also take into consideration getting tailor-made costumes based on your measurements if you have more loan.

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I love pear-shaped girls so much

Name: Apolline Lycotonum

Name meaning: Apolline is a vintage French, derived from the sun god Apollo, while Lycotonum is Greek meaning “Wolf’s bane” and refers the plant of the same name.

Age: 11 (Debut Episode)

21 (Final Episode)

Birthday: May 24 1994

Family: Lucinda Lycotonum (Mother), Belphegor (Father), Atticus Lycotonum (Younger Brother), Korinna Lycotonum (Grandmother, dead), Silas Lycotonum (Grandfather), Lycotonum Coven (Maternal family)

Appearance: Apolline is a beautiful girl with dark voluminous wavy hair that reaches her hips which she often tucks under wigs, fair skin, small button nose, almond shaped eyes, one red, the other green-blue, with pupil shape similar to a typical demon, which she can disguise to appear as normal eyes, slightly plump lips, and curved eyebrows. She's noted to be tall, being 5'10" and is noted to be rather curvaceous and slightly chubby. Apolline's typical style is lolita fashion, not a specific category, she'll change it up some weeks she'll dress sweet lolita, others it'll be gothic, and she also owns "normal" clothing such as T-shirts and jeans for when heavy lifting is required, or she doesn't have the time to dress up.

Personality: Apolline is suave, but she loves to use insults, sass and banter. She uses smooth, gratuitous sexual innuendo in an effort to make people uncomfortable and therefore give herself an advantage. She is a survivor at heart, and will use any means to accomplish this goal. In fact, she tends to only lose her temper when her personal safety is threatened or when dealing with what she considers overwhelming stupidity. Apolline at times appears incredibly volatile under her smooth and charming personality, as when she has screamed at multiple people, including Andrew and Nicole Lee, when appearing calm only seconds before.

She shows tendencies that can be seen as mischievous by her mother, and devious by others, such as causing a fire hydrant to explode in order to flood a street, or causing a teacher’s car to explode. One very disturbing detail about Apolline is that she has a massive crush on Lucifer, getting flustered when she can sense his presence. The general population of the school she goes to hates her, as she remodeled the whole surrounding neighborhood, forced the principal to adapt stricter policies, and forced parents to sign contracts that made them agree that whatever their child did was their responsibility, but they can’t do much as there is the constant looming threat of her ruining everyone in the school with a snap of her fingers. She describes herself as a young lady with refined, and classical tastes, having her school rebuilt so it was a French gothic style, her room being filled with classic literature in its original language, her home being modeled after Greco-Roman architecture, etc. etc.

There are so many ways to describe this girl, but the easiest way to do so was through Apollo’s lyre, which played a tune with loud, heavy beats that almost stopped Samson’s heart, all because she touched the lyre.

Likes: Bread, embroidery, tiramisu, green, Cymbidium, earth magic, baking, alchemy, ancient sports

Dislikes: Blue, cats, when her father bothers her, tomatoes, chunky tomato sauces, when her dresses get ruined, clothing with religious ties or imagery, modern sports (such as football, soccer, basketball, baseball etc. etc.)

Abilities: Apolline was born to a witch mother, and a demon father which has numerous advantages, Apolline knows magic, to start. Her specialty being elemental-based magic, specifically earth-based magic, turning any object made from the earth to protect her and to attack for her. There’s a special place in her heart for the abilities she gained from her demonic heritage, such as telekinesis, which she occasionally uses to toy with classmates. There’s also self-healing, Apolline can heal herself from vast array of wounds, small or large, due to a self-preservation seal that her mother put on her when she was born, the seal can heal her, and can bring her back from the dead unless someone kills her with a special knife made to kill her kind.

Like most demons, full or partial, Apolline can be harmed by crosses, holy water, holy oil, or spoken passages from the bible, if someone were to try and perform an exorcism on her it would cause excruciating pain, resulting in her eyes beginning to bleed and a rash appearing on her body. It’s not just Christian iconography that can harm her, iconography from all Abrahamic religions can harm her, even once she couldn’t be in a graveyard because there was a grave marker with a Star of David on it. Other weaknesses include blood of a holy man, such as priest, monks, rabbis, etc., certain sigils and seals, angel weapons, being unable to enter holy sites, and manipulation collars. Another weakness, which considered strange by many but true for all female witches, is that if you cut off a certain amount of her hair, it causes her to lose her magic, which will tick her off, and it means she has to wait until her hair grows back for her to use her magic.

Lucinda taught Apolline many things, one of them was multilingualism, Apolline knows almost all Germanic languages, with Turkish being her first language, and some very ancient languages such as Aramaic, Akkadian, and Persian, the only problem is that due to her age and where she lives there really is no use to knowing that many languages, unless it’s for spell work. Whenever she uses her magic, her eyes begin to glow, and temperature begins to drop, the downside to using her demonic abilities is that she needs to eat souls, 50 souls to be exact, she has been able to find loopholes, eating souls of animals, but there are times when she really needs it, so she’ll eat the souls of random people.

Background: Apolline Lycotonum was born on May 24 1994, to Lucinda Lycotonum, a witch from year 1444, and Belphegor, a demon and a lieutenant in Hell. Lucinda originally planned to hide the identity of the father until Apolline was 18, but Lucinda’s mother Korinna kept pressing the matter, so Lucinda killed her before Apolline was born. Apolline was raised in Turkey, for no particular reason besides the fact that her mother liked Turkish baths, during her early childhood she remembers her mother training her to use magic, usually in questionable methods, such as throwing her into the ocean, stranding the two in the middle of a jungle, or having Apolline perform a handstand and holding that position while reading a spell book. When she was 8 her mother sold her to be a millionaire’s servant, but in reality her mother wanted to steal a grimoire from the wife, so after months of infiltration Apolline finally located the grimoire and was getting ready to steal it, but was caught by the wife who tried to kill her, with no other choice Apolline killed the whole household, and ran off with the book. After Apolline returned with the book, mother and daughter pack their bags and fled to America. When she was 10 Apolline met her father, on complete accident, Apolline was defending herself from an angel that came to smite her after she opened a spell book, she tried the first spell she set her eyes on, which was a demon summoning spell, her father Belphegor rose from the pits of Hell and killed the angel. Belphegor called her Lucinda at first, mistaking the young girl for her mother, causing Apolline to become confused, and the two slowly realized that they were father and daughter. Apolline questioned her mother, and Lucinda confirmed that Belphegor was her father.

Nothing much happens afterward, but Apolline’s debut episode begins with her being responsible for siccing hellhounds on people.

Family Name Lore: The Lycotonum Coven originally started as a high class coven known as the Ricinus Coven, that had a rivalry with Liulfr Coven dated back to Alexander the Great’s time. This rivalry was like war, it was a constant cycle of killing and robbing, until Lucinda was born in 1444, Silas, Apolline’s grandfather, married into the family from a Mongolian coven, he changed his name after marrying Korinna, and led a night time mission to end the rivalry. Silas led the coven to the home that the Liulfr Coven lived in, and ambushed the coven, killing almost all except the 5 defect children, he left those children alone so they can warn other covens not to mess with the Ricinus Coven. After Liulfr Massacre, Silas requested that the coven change the name to Lycotonum to mock the surviving members of Liulfr, as Liulfr means “Wolf” and Lycotonum means “Wolf’s Bane”.

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Disney Costumes - Inside Out Disgust Classic Girls Costume

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We all have a little Mean Girl in us. That voice that looks at something and cannot help but roll our eyes and makes even the most polite and kindly of us struggle to avoid groaning a bit. It might be seeing someone throw a bunch of pineapple on a marinara-based pizza and then adding a heaping pile of anchovies. Perhaps it is inspired from watching our parents snuggle a little too close and kiss each other for just a fraction of a second too long—which is, apparently, anything over a quick .84 millisecond peck on the cheek. Or, if you’re anywhere in the Midwest, it might be when the temperature constantly fluctuates between 30 and 35, giving the entire winter season that never-ending brown-and-gray icy soup mixture.We’re talking about that judgmental and dismissive attitude of Disgust that lives within us all. We’ve got the style that we know is right for us and it can be pretty friggen difficult to accept something that doesn’t match that image. And, especially if you’re around people that know how to set you off, it can happen all the time that you’re faced with such horrific imagery. What is one to do with all that young, sassy attitude?Well, you can keep your tyke in suave style with this officially licensed Inside Out Disgust Classic costume. The shimmering floral-embroidered green polyester dress fastens with the modern marvel that is Velcro and features a dark and light green belt that attaches in front. The synthetic and styled wig gleams green with metallic highlights to show that your kiddo is the chief of style and panache. Accent with the perfectly purple neck scarf and your Queen of Style will be ready to help everyone pave forward with flawless style, inside and out.

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How to Cosplay Adversary May Cry Dante

Whether you're a cosplayer or a player, you want to get motivation from the characters of your favored games. If you already spruced up as Leon S. Kennedy from the Resident Evil 2 remake, it's time to take into consideration Dante from Adversary May Cry 5-- both released and created by Capcom. The Adversary May Cry series will certainly launch its fifth installation on March 8, 2019. In the very first four games, Dante is as a private investigator, demon-hunting and mercenary vigilante. His goal is to destroy supernatural opponents in pursuit of those who corrupted his bro and eliminated his mom. Dante is the child of Sparda-- who is an effective devil. Because of this, he shows off superhuman powers. The game designer, Hideki Kamiya, imagined Dante as a trendy and trendy guy. Since his characterization is a positive as well as cocky devil seeker having mythological capabilities, many players like him. This turned him right into one of one of the most iconic characters worldwide of gaming. No question, lots of cosplayers and players wish to put on an Adversary May Cry 5 Dante cosplay costumes.

To pull together Dante's appearance, thor costume right here's a costume guide:

Short white wig Because of his short white hair, Dante looks hot as well as appealing. With this, you need to find a short white wig. Do not stress as wigs are easy to find - no matter the color as well as the length. Guys's long and top red coat A jacket is an essential element. It includes suave to the whole look. When it comes to Dante, he boasts of a long red coat-- up to the knees. Looking for a lengthy coat is challenging, but keep in mind that it's an essential element in a Devil May Cry 5 Dante cosplay costumes. While you're at it, do not forget to try to find a guys's top, either gray in shade or darker. Dark pants and also fight shoes Allow's not fail to remember the denims. The denims should be a darker red. Ultimately, you must seek fight shoes. Battle shoes were made for soldiers throughout training or actual battle. When choosing battle shoes, make sure that it's dark or better, black. Since you can use it for other thor cosplay guide (https://www.endgamecosplay.com/) costumes in the future, make sure that it's comfortable to use.AccessoriesTo complete the appearance, you ought to think of the devices that can help him battle against superordinary pressures. It would be great in your portrayal if you can get all his devices. You can take into consideration a reproduction Sword of Sparda, an airsoft weapon and also fingerless biker handwear covers. Do not neglect his necklace.If you intend to gather Evil one May Cry 5 Dante cosplay costumes, you need to bear in mind how the developer envisioned the personality as your overview to dressing up like him. The bright side is that there are lots of shops online that you can take into consideration for a trouble-free Dante costume full set. You can also take into consideration purchasing custom-made costumes based on your dimensions if you have even more cash.

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Just How to Cosplay Evil One May Cry Dante

Whether you're a cosplayer or a player, you intend to get ideas from the personalities of your favored games. If you currently dressed up as Leon S. Kennedy from the Resident Evil 2 remake, it's time to think about Dante from Adversary May Cry 5-- both published as well as developed by Capcom. The Devil May Cry series will release its 5th installment on March 8, 2019. In the very first four games, Dante is as a private investigator, mercenary as well as demon-hunting vigilante. His goal is to damage mythological enemies in pursuit of those who corrupted his sibling as well as killed his mother. Dante is the boy of Sparda-- that is an effective demon. Therefore, he boasts of superhuman powers. The game designer, Hideki Kamiya, envisioned Dante as a awesome as well as stylish male. Numerous gamers like him due to the fact that his characterization is a certain as well as arrogant demon seeker having superordinary abilities. This turned him right into among one of the most famous characters on the planet of pc gaming. No doubt, several cosplayers as well as gamers intend to put on an Evil one May Cry 5 Dante cosplay costumes.

To gather Dante's look, below's a costume guide:

Short white wig Since of his short white hair, Dante looks enticing and also sexy. With this, you need to find a short white wig. Don't worry as wigs are easy to discover - regardless of the shade and the length. Guys's long and also top red coat A jacket is an essential element. hawkeye ronin cosplay adds suave to the entire appearance. When it comes to Dante, he possesses a lengthy red coat-- as much as the knees. Trying to find a long coat is difficult, yet keep in mind that it's an essential element in a Devil May Cry 5 Dante cosplay costumes. While you're at it, do not fail to remember to seek a guys's top, either gray in shade or darker. Dark denims and also battle shoes Allow's not fail to remember the pants. The denims ought to be a darker red. Lastly, you must search for battle shoes. Combat shoes were developed for soldiers during training or real fight. When choosing combat shoes, make certain that it's dark or better, black. Ensure that it fits to use since you can use it for various other cosplay costumes in the future. Devices To complete the appearance, you ought to consider the accessories that can help him combat versus superordinary pressures. It would be great in your portrayal if you can get all his devices. You could think about a reproduction Sword of Sparda, an airsoft gun and fingerless cyclist handwear covers. Do not forget his necklace. If you wish to pull together Adversary May Cry 5 Dante cosplay costumes, you need to bear in mind how the designer imagined the personality as your overview to sprucing up like him. The bright side is that there are several shops on the internet that you can take into consideration for a trouble-free Dante costume full collection. You can also consider buying custom-made costumes based on your measurements if you have more cash.