#the proportion of all the costume pieces is just right

[op3ra]

update!crane 💉🩸

[altijdjouwnaantje]

So y'all know about the ADHD audicity of "well I've never done this, how hard can it be?" right? Well, my undiagnosed mom just went through another iteration of that one.

My mom is an artisan and an artist who started sewing 44 years ago by refashioning my fathers worn-out trousers into tiny baby overalls for my big brother. By necessity because money was tight at the time.

Her skills have grown and grown with clothes and fancy dress for us four kids. By the time I was in elementary school she designed and produced many costumes for a local production of Hendrik Ibsen's Peer Gynt.

So when Raf started talking about his wish to make giants in the Flemish tradition, of course my mom found herself recruited to take on the project.

Last year, she made the stunning costume and bosoms for giantess farmer Anna Serafina De Groote ("Fientje"). The first head that was commisioned for this giantess did not turn out like the beautiful young farmer on the brief, but more like an elderly stroke victim... (Not pictured)

My mom stated she thought she'd be able to do a better job, so naturally she got recruited to do just that.

Over the course of the past year my mom made three giant shoulder pieces, two giant heads, two pairs of giant hands, one giant bonnet and the entire costume for her second giant, Emiel Antoon De Creeser ("Miele"/"Miel")

Of course, because she's extra, she did soooo many calculations to have pretty accurate anatomical proportions. And since last year, the measurements provided for the carrying structure were off, this year, she lengthened Fientje's sleeves, added lace trim over the seamline and added gorgeous cuffs:

The hands are made from shapewear and batting and they also have thick metal wiring in the fingers, which allow the giants to hold things like this basket:

Yesterday was the parade and the giants danced!

After the parade, Miele donned an extra piece of clothing:

A giant version of the vests for volunteers who help keep the neighbourhood clean by picking up litter.

That lettering? Again, my mum calculated how big the logo would need to be to be proportioned equally with a regular size vest, scaled up each individual letter, and drew them all on with permanent marker.

Ivago is the local waste collection and recycling municipality, and they're the "godparents" for this new giant.

So yeah. From sewing overalls for a baby over carnaval costumes and dressing four kids and costuming theatrical productions to making and dressing a 3.5m giant. That's ADHD audacity.

[theboywithburninghands]

Hello! I have brought to you today what is perhaps the sweetest and pile-of-sugariest Jesterbunnydoll chapter I have ever written. I spent all of today working on it. And I think it came out good! Definitely pure fluff and fun, no horror or heavy themes this time (apart from Pomni being a little upset she's short). Also features an important milestone in these stories that I won't spoil. Hope you like it, I had a blast writing it. T/W: None :D Lake Hair, Don't Care

Pomni was never thrilled with her appearance in the Circus. Sure, everyone around here looked ridiculous, it was a cartoon after all… But it was a lot easier to notice how dumb she looked when she was in a swimsuit. 

It wasn’t anything revealing, just a one piece swimsuit, neatly divided into red and blue vertically (of course), but… ugh, it just highlighted everything wrong with her proportions. Her arms were gangly and a size too long, and her bulbous head shouldn’t have been supported by her stick of a body. 

Pomni observed these things as she looked in the mirror in her room. She supposed it was a little entitled of her to complain about how she looked when Caine had actually let her wear a different outfit other than her little jester costume (sans her coxcomb hat, but that was now removable as well, and her shoes, which were swapped with a pair of aquadynamic ones). This was his way of apologizing after the whole House of Tricks fiasco. 

There was a knock on the door. 

Ragatha: Hey Pomni, you ready? Jax is already down at the beach. 

Pomni: *swallows* Yeah, here I come…

The jester took another moment to look herself over, blowing a raspberry through her lips before traipsing to the door and opening it up. 

Ragatha: Hey, there she is! Oh my gosh, look at you..! Ragatha put her hands together and beamed down at Pomni’s new outfit. The doll woman was in a one-piece swimsuit as well, the same indigo as the darker cloth patches on her usual dress. She was missing her hair bow and her shoes and socks, her feet unsurprisingly ending with no toes. Pomni thought she wore the swimsuit better, given her more humanoid proportions. 

Pomni: *weak smile* You look nice. 

Ragatha: So do you, hun! *tilts her head* Are you keeping the hat on in the lake?

Pomni: Oh. No, I can take it off now.

Pomni removed her cap. Her black hair stuck out in a few places, but overall kept to its bob-cut shape. Ragatha’s eye glimmered at the sight, and her mouth was open in a silent gasp of delight. 

Pomni: I know, I know… I look cute. I was hoping this outfit made me look… I dunno. Prettier?  

Ragatha crouched down to Pomni’s level with a gentle smile. Before the jester could utter another word, Ragatha planted a soft kiss on her lips, her cheeks dusted with pink. 

Ragatha: You’re the prettiest girl in the circus. 

Pomni: *red-faced but smiling* Funny. I only see one pretty girl around here. 

Ragatha: Is that what you say to the mirror every morning?

Pomni laughed sheepishly at the doll’s compliments and buried her face in her shoulder to hide her scorching blush, Ragatha scooping her girlfriend up in a hug. 

Ragatha: I mean it, you look incredibly pretty. Jax is gonna flip when he sees you. 

Pomni: Ha. He’ll probably say I belong in The Lollipop Guild. 

Ragatha: If he does, tease him right back. Have you seen what Caine gave him to wear? He looks like a candy cane. 

Pomni: *giggles* Really?

Ragatha: Trust me babe, just wait. Anyway, you know he loves you. He’s just shy about it. Come on!

Ragatha led her girlfriend out of the hallway into the stage area.

Pomni: You know, he feels the same way about you.

Ragatha: Psssh, come on, he and I have been bickering with each other for years now. 

Pomni: Yeah, I know. I remember how he acted when I first got here. But… I dunno, I think something is different. 

Ragatha: You sure he’s not just trying to stay out of trouble for your sake?

Pomni: Well, maybe at first… I don’t know. I feel like… You ever look at someone you know really well, and you can just… tell something’s changed? Not necessarily in a bad way, but… ugh, it’s-it’s hard to explain. 

Ragatha: No, no, I totally get it. It’s a really valuable skill. 

The two women left the tent and headed out onto the grounds.

Pomni: I don’t remember much of anything about outside, but I feel like this is sort of normal for me. It’s really fuzzy, but I think I had a lot of trouble with that. Back in uh… reality. Unless I was really close to someone I couldn’t… tell what they were thinking? But if I knew someone, like, knew knew someone, I was really in tune with how they felt. Almost to a fault…

Ragatha: *she thinks for a little while* Hm. I don’t know what I would call that. I know I like to help with people’s problems, but I’m not a qualified shrink. Maybe it’s like a hyperfixation?

Pomni: Huh?

Ragatha: A hyperfixation. Like I said, I’m not a professional, but… Oh, hold that thought. Hey Jax! Ragatha waved eagerly at the beach by the lake. Jax had already set up three lounge chairs for them under a large, cerulean umbrella. The rabbit crouched down, out of sight behind the chairs save for his long purple ears. 

Jax: Yeah, hey, what’s up. Where did I put that stupid thing..?

Jax climbed to his feet, hands on his hips. Pomni bit hard on her lower lip. Ragatha’s comparison to a candy cane was right on the money. Jax was in a one piece swimsuit like the girls, but one of those old fashioned ones with polo stripes. Pinkish-red and white horizontal stripes went from his hips to his shoulders. 

Ragatha: Did you lose something? Jax: Nah, I musta put it- *he turns, sees Pomni and looks at her silently for moment* …Weeell, look at you, Pompom.~

Jax’s usual half-lidded grin spread across his face. Pomni felt her face scorch again and she looked away, suddenly very interested in counting grains of sand. 

Pomni: Don’t call me Pompom…

Jax: You look great. *he snaps his fingers* Oh! I remember where I put it. 

Jax knelt down beside one of the lounge chairs and groped about under it. Ragatha beamed and gave Pomni a quick “told-you-so” elbow, the jester smiling and mouthing for her to be quiet.

Ragatha: So how’s the water, Jax? 

Jax: *stands up and dusts off his bathing suit, turning to the girls* I dunno. You tell me. 

Ragatha was doused with a vaporous jet of water, letting out an alarmed shriek. Pomni jolted and took a few steps back, looking from Ragatha to Jax. The rabbit held a bulky plastic water gun, orange with steely gray trim, in his left hand, his right on the gun’s pneumatic pump. His grin almost reached his ears as he pumped the gun a few times and took aim at Pomni. 

Pomni: JaaaAAAX! The jester made a clumsy but effective attempt at a dodge roll behind the lounge chairs, the plastic gun’s cone of water mostly ending spraying all over the chairs. 

Jax: Aww, Pomni! Look what you made me do! 

Jax began to pump again, but his follow-up volley was stopped by a pair of damp ragdoll arms seizing him about the torso and hoisting him up off his feet. 

Ragatha: So you wanna play like that, little man?~ 

Ragatha marched into the water, holding Jax like a squirming, six foot toddler. 

Jax: Hey Rags, c’mon, I was gonna give you a turn too, hey, WAIT, RAGATHA-!

Pomni peered out from over the lounge chairs, just in time to see Ragatha flash a grin of mock malice and toss Jax into the lake, the rabbit hitting the water like a bag of rocks and sending a geyser of water up into the air. Ragatha then held her nose and hopped into the deeper water, sinking under the surface. Her mane of red yarn hair vanished into the blue water in a hiss of bubbles, resurfacing in about three or four seconds.

Ragatha: Phew! It’s actually so much better when you’re already a little wet. It feels great!

Jax resurfaced not long after Ragatha, his demeanor more like a wet cat than a wet rabbit. 

Jax: Oh yeah, I sure wish I had that luxury. 

Ragatha smirked, picking up the squirt gun floating in the water and aiming it one-handed at Jax, spraying him point blank with a cone of mist. 

Jax: ACK-! Hey!

Ragatha: Whoopsie-daisy, how did that happen?~ *turning to Pomni* Hey, jump in, Pomni! It’s super refreshing!

Jax: Yeah, it’s only freezing until your nerves go into shock… 

Pomni gulped. She put her coxcomb hat on one of the lounge chairs. Nothing to be afraid of, just a little… water. Very cold water. She clenched her teeth and ran across the sand, making a steady groan of anticipation as her water shoes splashed in the shallow water. Her groan crescendoed into a squeal as she took a flying leap at the deep water, Ragatha and Jax both covering their faces to avoid getting drenched further.There was a splash and a whirlwind of bubbles. The deep blue lakewater engulfed her and she felt its chill set in. It was cold! But juuust teetering on the edge of too cold, a pleasant middle ground between brisk and comfortable. She resurfaced and spouted some water. 

Pomni: Oh-! Oh, this… this is… nice! It’s cold but… it hits the spot! 

Ragatha: Right? I forgot how good this feels! Ragatha sank backwards into the water and closed her eye with a content sigh, her braids of yarn drifting lazily on the surface. Pomni felt an unpleasant pang of self-consciousness when she realized that her boyfriend and girlfriend had no issue standing in this part of the lake while she still needed to tread water… although it was immediately quashed when she felt a blast of water vapor gush against the back of her head. 

Pomni: JAX! 

Jax: *holding the water gun* Whaaaat? You’re already wet. 

Pomni: Grrr… gimme that thing! Pomni dove for the water gun, Jax holding it over his head like an older student dangling a younger student’s milk money just out of reach. 

Jax: Oops, gotta be quicker than that. *winks*

Pomni furrowed her brow and sank into the water until she felt her feet touch the lakebed, pushing off of it with enough momentum to leap up and lock her legs around Jax’s torso. 

Jax: Woah-ho! *sways due to the extra weight* Easy there, slothgirl! 

Pomni: Give me the gun, Jax! Pomni reached her hand up towards the gun Jax still held out of reach, her fingers just barely able to brush the wet plastic. Jax, realizing the jester’s face was just about flush with his, grinned deviously. In a blink, he pressed his wet lips to hers. 

Pomni: MNN-! …Mmm. 

Pomni’s squeak of protest became a warm hum as she gladly accepted this little surprise. She wrapped her arms around Jax’s neck and deepened the kiss, the rabbit lowering his arms to support his girlfriend better. Ragatha put a hand to her mouth, laughing and turning slightly pink.

Ragatha: No complaints here. 

Pomni, opening one eye to check if Jax was fully immersed in their kiss. Upon seeing both of his eyes were closed, a tiny smirk crept to the corners of her mouth and she sprung her trap. Using her full weight, she suddenly pulled backwards towards the lake, yanking Jax, whose eyes shot open, face first under the water. Pomni wriggled free of his arms and weight and grabbed the water gun, giving it a few hasty pumps once she resurfaced and taking aim at Jax as he re-emerged from the lake, wiping blue water out of his eyes. He realized that he had been cornered and sighed, rolling his eyes and holding up his hands in surrender. 

Jax: Alright, alright, shoot your shot. Just don’t go for the face, yeah?

Pomni leveled the water gun, squinting one eye for a better shot…

Pomni: Nah. *tosses the gun aside# I’ve got hands. *she rears back and pushes the water forward, sending a small wave right at Jax’s face*

Jax: Gah-! Oh, you just made a huge mistake.. *he makes a fist, covers it with the other hand and gives a mighty slam to the lake in front of him, causing a massive burst of water to soak both Pomni and Ragatha* Pomni: ACK-! Ragatha: HEY, you got me with that one! Jax: Oh, I’m sooo sorry, my aim is just terrible… *he blinks innocently*

Pomni and Ragatha shared looks of annoyance, then turned to leer at Jax. 

Jax: Uh. Cr@%. 

Jax was promptly beset with a torrent of water from both Pomni and Ragatha. Sheet after sheet of blue lakewater hit the rabbit as he held his hands out in a feeble attempt to stop the deluge of splashes. 

Jax: Come ooon, two on one ain’t fair!

Jax took one of the arms currently blocking his face and held it out lengthwise beside him, dipping his hand into the water. With a grunt of effort, he spun in a full circle, water flying out in a crescent moon in front of him and hitting both girls, who cried out with delight as they were doused in water. 

Jax: Free for all rules. No more alliances. Fair? 

Ragatha: Fair. *she promptly splashes Pomni*

Pomni: HEY- why you-! 

Jax: Ahhhh, I love the smell of anarchy in the morning… *hit in the face by a rogue splash# EGH- pbbbbt…

—

The splash war ended up only being about a half hour of the three performers’ time in the lake. The rest of the time was spent in a pleasant cycle of air-drying on the lounge chairs, then getting back in the water once they were completely dry so they could feel the refreshing embrace of the lake in full once again. They repeated this routine until the sky had turned cotton-candy pink in the sunset. They toweled off, packed up their things, and headed back to the tent. They were tired yet merry, and ready to spend the rest of the evening relaxing. 

Pomni: …That was great. Thank you so so much, you guys.This is the happiest I’ve felt in… well… I think it might be the happiest I’ve ever been here. 

Ragatha: Aw, Pomni… I had a great time too. We should do something like this again sometime soon. 

Jax: I’m with Rags. In between the LARPing, we should find time for just… us. Doesn’t have to be at the lake. 

Pomni: I don’t really have a way to repay you guys, but…

Pomni stood on her tiptoes and pecked Jax on the cheek, then Ragatha. 

Pomni: …I’ll remember today for the rest of my life.

Pomni’s voice wavered ever so slightly before she went into her bedroom. Jax rubbed the spot where Pomni kissed him reverently. His chest felt tight, but it ached in a good way. 

Ragatha: So, what are you gonna do the rest of tonight? 

Jax: Eh. Who knows. I feel like I could go straight to sleep. 

Ragatha: Yeah… end today now while it’s still perfect, right?

Jax: …You know? I think I’m willing to take one more risk. 

Ragatha: Is that right? *she smirks, raising an eyebrow* What kind of risk? Jax: Yeah. I dunno. Something like this?

Jax closed the distance between them. He kept a calm expression, but internally his heart pounded like a broken washing machine. He slowly but deliberately reached out a hand towards Ragatha’s cheek. She could tell him to stop whenever she wanted and he would. But she didn’t tell him to stop. 

Her cheek was plush, her fabric-like skin a little rough from the lakewater. It was… warm. Ragatha gently leaned her cheek into his touch. His composure began to slip. 

Jax: Didn’t- Didn’t think I’d get this far… eheh… 

Ragatha: So now that you have gotten this far. What are you going to do?

Jax: Uh… wh-what did you want me to do..? 

Ragatha: Hmm. *she smiled and took Jax’s hand off of her cheek* I dunno. I guess next time you should plan further ahead. Ragatha turned to walk away, leaving Jax standing in the middle of the hall, his hand still half-raised. The doll paused, then turned back to the rabbit.  

Ragatha: But, just a suggestion? She pressed her lips to his, popping her foot out girlishly, ending the kiss with a short and chaste “chu~” sound Ragatha: For next time, something like that might be good. 

Ragatha trotted back to her room, this time actually leaving Jax standing in the middle of the hallway. He licked his lips, stood staring for a moment longer, then walked back to his room.

[seigephoenix]

Kinktober 2024: Free Space

Last Kinktober piece! We did it! 31 days of prompts! 31 days of porn with plot, though it wasn't supposed to be with plot. We broke 90k words written for the month! Whooo!!!

Ship: Veronique "V"/Jackie Welles Content Warning: cunnilingus, p in v, jessica rabbit costume, sass Length: 1.8k

Veronique had argued with Jackie about what to wear for the Halloween party that Lizzie’s bar was hosting.  She had hoped to do matching costumes, but he let it slip he was taking his mom because she wanted to see Judy.  Mama Welles had practically adopted Judy after they liberated Clouds.  V agreed Jackie could match with his mom and she’d find something else to dress up as.  That’s when she turned to Judy who had an idea for her.

“I haven’t watched this movie since I was a kid.  You sure about this Judy?” Veronique asked as Judy helped zip her into the dress.  Her hair was all wrong for the outfit so the wig fit snug against her head for it.

“Your proportions were meant for this V.  Jackie is going to swallow his tongue when he sees you sauntering out.  I let the moxx know to help keep an eye on anyone trying to come onto you,” Judy said as she studied the sequined dress.

“Why?” V asked with suspicion in her sky blue eyes.  Judy grinned.

“Because I don’t need Jessica Rabbit throwing some dude through the wall because he tried to cop a feel.”  Veronique laughed at the mental image that brought up.  She agreed it wouldn’t be the best look either.  “Not to mention if Jackie sees someone hit on you.”  Judy nodded as she grinned.  “Now to put my costume on.”

“Just a pair of bunny ears Judy?” V asked sarcastically.

“Hey, and a bowtie.”  V arched an eyebrow but agreed Judy looked cute.  “Now we match.”

“Hahaha, Jessica Rabbit and her darling wife Roberta Rabbit.”  Judy flashed her a cheeky grin and they both headed up the stairs towards the lounge.  The moxx let Judy through and nodded towards V.

“Lookin’ good there, V.  Judy, nice choice in costumes.”  Judy waved towards one of them and V grinned as they headed out into the main lounge room.  V’s eyes scanned the room and immediately spotted Jackie standing in the corner with his mother.

“You see him yet?” Judy asked, handing over the cocktail she’d acquired to V.  V nodded and pointed them out.  “Good, let’s go.”  Judy headed over first with V following slowly behind her.

“Judy, hello my dear girl.  How are you?” Mama Welles asked warmly when Judy approached.  She smiled at Mama Welles and returned the hug.  “Are you a rabbit?  What a cute costume,” she said and Judy grinned.

“I’m actually wearing a matching costume.  V’s right behind me,” Judy said, jerking her thumb over her shoulder.  Mama Welles looked over her shoulder and barely stopped the chuckle from escaping as she saw V’s costume.  She cast a glance towards her son and knew the second he spotted his girlfriend.

“Will you show me to the bar?  I’m awfully thirsty,” Mama Welles asked Judy.  Judy saw how still Jackie went and grinned.

“Sure thing Mama Welles.  I can see you’re not the only thirsty one here.”  Judy held out her arm for Mama Welles and off they went to the bar.  Veronique waved as they passed, grinning broadly at Mama Welles.

“You are evil to that poor boy V.”  Veronique just laughed as Mama Welles patted her arm.  “He needs you to keep him humble.”  With that, V turned towards her boyfriend.  She sauntered over to him, making sure the dress parted just right when she moved.  Veronique paused when her heels bumped against his boots, letting her hands trail up his jacket tugging at his collar before falling away.

“Enjoying the party?” V asked amused as Jackie’s eyes dipped down.  Judy had sprinkled a dash of body glitter to her cleavage to make her tits even more noticeable.  She leaned in until they brushed the front of his favorite jacket.

“Dios, V what are you wearing?” Jackie whispered hoarsely.  He was sure all the blood had left his brain and he was scrambling for words.

“Hmm?  What am I wearing?” V turned in the dress and his mouth went dry at the way the red sequined fabric clung to her like a second skin.  Her ass was loving hugged and her breasts…  Jackie would die a happy man knowing he got to see her in this outfit.  “I’m Jessica Rabbit.”  His knuckles grazed the neckline of the dress, swallowing nervously when her nipples beaded.

“And I get to be Roger Rabbit?” Jackie asked, leaning in.  To his surprise she took a step back with a cheeky grin.

“That position has already been taken tonight good sir.”  She made sure to thicken up her twang, she knew how that drove him wild.  “I’d best go find my wife for the evening.”

“Wait, V.  You’re serious?” Jackie asked, clamoring to keep her by his side.  V’s eyes twinkled with mischief.  He knew he was cooked now.

“Well, I did ask you if you wanted to have a couple’s costume with me Jackie.” V grinned as he groaned and mumbled something in his native tongue.  “Well, yes.  You are a horse’s ass for not listening to me.”  She kissed his cheek before melting into the crowd.  V was proud of the bright red lipstick print on his cheek; she hoped he wouldn’t notice for a while.

For the rest of the night, V kept giving Jackie the slip when he’d get too close.  Judy and Mama Welles were enjoying watching V lead him on a chase.  “I’d almost feel sorry for my son, but I told him to go with V to this party.  He insisted on taking his mama, and now he pays for it.”

“I know what you mean.  When V told me her plan, I couldn’t help but want to be on board for it.  I wish Jackie all the luck in the world.”  Judy chuckled as V slipped past the moxx whispering something to them.  “Looks like the game is ended.  Come on Mama Welles, I’ll show you my set up downstairs.”

“That would be lovely Judy.”

Private Room

V grinned as she lounged on the soft cushioned couch that took up most of the room.  Veronique took the wig off and sighed as her scalp tingled.  Her hair fell to her shoulders, as blue as the sky above Night City at noon.  She waited patiently and wasn’t disappointed when Jackie showed up a few moments later.  “Hello Jackie.”

Jackie paused in the doorway to take in the image in front of him.  V, lounging in that killer dress, legs crossed and exposed as the dress fell away from them, her hair falling down her shoulders.  He swallowed as his dick twitched in his pants.  He quickly shut the door behind him before anyone else could see her like this.  He knelt in front of her, running his hands along her legs, groaning at how easily they parted for him.  Only for him.  He’d seen V clock one guy for trying to grab her ass.  Only he was allowed this close, and it humbled him at times.  To be the only one she trusted this much.

“I’m sorry, mi vida.”  Jackie leaned forward to rest his chin against her breasts grinning unabashedly at her.

“Sure you are,” she retorted with the same mischief in her eyes.  “Maybe you can show me just how sorry you are?”  Jackie froze at her words, his fingers digging into her hips at the images that flashed through his mind.

“Yes ma’am,” he murmured leaning in.  V’s head fell back against the couch cushion when his tongue flattened against her clit through the fabric.  Her fingers tangled in his hair at the heat spiraling through her.  Whimpers and soft moans spilled out of her with each slow stroke of his tongue against her.  Her lips parted on his name slowly shifting into a rapid litany as her back bowed.  The heat consumed her mind and she scrambled for that climax. 

“Jackie.”  She switched between English and creole as he drove her higher and higher.  Her body coiled tight, ready to burst.  His fingers pushed inside her body and curled just right.  Veronique cried out his name as it snapped inside of her.  He groaned against her clit as her body squeezed his fingers with each pulse of heat inside of her.  Jackie eased back when her thighs went slack around his head and shoulders.

They both looked over his shoulder at the raucous laughter spilling in from the party.  V wanted to flush in embarrassment, but all she could think of was getting Jackie’s cock inside of her.  Jackie slowly stood and plopped down next to V, and she wasted no time.  His hands grabbed her hips to stop her from grinding on him.  “V.  Don’t.  I didn’t.”

Veronique grabbed up her small clutch and pulled out the foil square.  “But I did.”  He was stunned but V didn’t waste any time.  Her fingers had his pants falling open and his cock in her hand.  He didn’t know when she’d pulled off her gloves but he was thankful to feel her warmth against his.  His head fell back with each slow stroke and squeeze.  V knew exactly how to tease and torment him.  V grinned and rolled the condom on easily and he gave her a look.  “What?  You can’t complain.”  She pressed her lips to his before sinking slowly down onto his cock.  She moaned at the stretch of him inside of her.  She always felt so full when he fucked her.  She also knew how much he hated it when she went slow, which was exactly what she did.

Jackie’s hands squeezed her hips urging her to go faster silently.  V merely nibbled at his jaw, maintaining the gentle rocking of her hips against his.  He clenched his jaw before flipping them.  V gasped when her back hit the cushions.

“My turn chica.”  V’s back bowed as he hit deep inside of her.  His hips moved against hers in a brutal pace that had her toes curling in pleasure.  He made sure to drag against her clit with each thrust, sending her closer and closer to another orgasm.  Needy moans spilled from her lips with each thrust against her.  Jackie captured her lips to taste them on her lips.  His hips stuttered and V knew he was close.

“Please Jackie,” she whispered against his lips.  His forehead dropped to her shoulder as he shuddered over her.  Veronique squeezed his hips with her thighs as she felt his cock twitching inside.  “Hmm.”  Her lips brushed over his cheek.

“So, did I earn your forgiveness?” Jackie asked hoarsely.  He didn’t want to pull away yet, he loved staying this close to her.  He felt connected to her in so many ways, and he’d never want to give that up.

“I think you maybe did.  You can spend the night at my place and we can talk more about forgiveness after.”  V grinned as Jackie laughed against her shoulder.

“Alright chica.  I think I’d like that.”

[bijoumikhawal]

Rating Vulture Crowns

I've been making one myself, and as such looking at other versions of it. I'll be rating versions made for film and TV here and not rating ones being sold or cosplays because the latter seems a bit mean. I'll be giving two ratings: aesthetic and accuracy. The accuracy rating will be about the crown only, not about the other costume details or the person wearing it.

I believe this is Claudette Colbert. This version is pretty accurate, though the snake head isn't actually that common on vulture crowns. I've noticed that a lot of reproductions shy away from admitting these crowns are based on vultures because they aren't seen positively in Western culture, though they were admired in amcient Egypt and neighboring cultures, usuaply by putting a different animal head on the front. However, the marks on the forehead piece look like they were done with sharpie which makes me like it less. Also, while most vulture crowns included the feet and tail of the bird, this is less common in reproductions, and this looks like it doesn't have either.

Accuracy: 8/10. Aesthetic: 7/10

Claudette again. I like this one MUCH less. Its less accurate in silhouette abd I dislike the way they tried to do the body feathers- they aren't even pointing the right way. Also the trim between it and the wings looks like something I'd see on a 5 year old's dress. I don't think the straight down feathers look as nice as the flared ones. The cobra isn't sculpted badly on either of these.

Accuracy: 5/10. Aesthetic: 4/10

Advertisement by Henry Cline. Another snake head. I think I'd like the crown itself more if it didn't have a random blue dome, and the cobra looks awkward. I'll note here that this headband detail on the forehead isn't accurate at all. The wings also don't have three long feather layers- just two, which is how real wings work.

Accuracy: 7/10. Aesthetic: 7/10

I don't know who this is. The head is proportioned badly and the join to the rest of the crown is awkward, and I dislike the silhouette (which isn't accurate either). I can't tell what animal the head is, but I'll be generous and assume it's a vulture. The body feather portion is too wide compared to the wings, and the wings are too short for my taste.

Accuracy: 4/10. Aesthetic: 4/10

I believe this is Sibylla Deen and I'm sorry ma'am but this crown is fugly. Inaccurate silhouette, it looks more like seashell than a bird, I don't like the way the feathers are sculpted, and this is our first "peacock head" offender. The join between the head and the rest if the crown is awkwardly done too.

Accuracy: 3/10. Aesthetic: 2/10

Vivian Leigh and Condola Rashad (I think, its from a canceled show she was in). These crowns are different, but it's clear the latter was based on the former. I actually think the blue flowers (?) Are very interesting, and they remind me of a faience necklace from Ancient Egypt. I can't tell of the first has an animal head on it at all, but the second has a vulture head because the costumer wasn't a coward. The wings on the first are slightly more accurate because they're flat, and I've seen a vulture crown depiction inlaid with faience before, so this enameled look isn't too far off. The tiny Hermes wings aren't accurate though. The dimensionial feathers on the second aren't accurate, and neither is the absence of wings.

Accuracy: they're different, again, but I'd say both are a 6/10. Aesthetic: both are a 9/10

This is from Serpent of the Nile. The silhouette and proportions are pretty accurate, but it's another peacock head instead pf a vulture or at least a cobra. I do think it looks a bit... cheap. There's a wrinkly quality to the wings. We can see the back here, and it's missing the tail and the feet. It also has a variant of the inaccurate headband.

Accuracy: 6.5/10. Aesthetic: 7/10

This has a similar flower detail to two previous crowns, but is much different in design overall. I'm not sure who's wearing it. This much flare isn't accurate, and I feel the flight feathers look a little sparse. There's also a whole nother bird on top instead of just the head, and it looks like a duck?

Accuracy: 4/10. Aesthetic: 6/10

Glenn Close. I'm sorry miss, but this is again, terrible. Like I've said before, I've seen a faience depiction before and anyone whose seen King Tutankhamun's sarcophagus knows it has lapis inlay, so that means the colorful details here are possible. The faceted gems aren't though- facetious like this was innovated by Muslim jewelers iirc. The front should come down further (most vulture crowns don't allow hair in this area to be visible), and the proportion of body to wing is wrong. The flight feathers look a little messy.

Accuracy: 5/10. Aesthetic: 4/10

[fourseasonsfigs]

Painting Plum Blossoms

We're jumping from yesterday's Episode 36 Armory figures all the way back to Episode 1.

You'll recall this striking scene:

Here we have Zhou Zishu before he was A-Xu, painting his last fallen brother out of his generation's picture.

This scene is so visually stunning. We have the immaculate profile of the jianghu's most jaded civil servant, dressed in a gorgeously rich, weighty imperial uniform, painting what is quite literally one step away from the last nail for his coffin.

The almost tangible aura of heartsick despair in this scene as he drops his brush is so well done.

I missed this fig entirely. It wasn't even that my hand speed was too slow to snatch it up on release day - I had no idea this figure even existed. I saw it one day when browsing Xianyu and was like, what the what is going on here. The fig maker apparently released this and another one, Flying Aspara Wen, at the same time:

PRETTY cute, don't you think (she says, not bitterly at all)? I have not managed to track this one down yet, but I'm gonna, mark my words.

Right. Anyway, I did manage to find this Painting Plum Blossoms one on Xianyu, and I was really happy about it.

This little man is letting the weight of the world drag him down - his boots were a bit uneven and made him tilt quite a bit to the back.

The brush fit beautifully in his hand - I literally just slid it between his fingers. I didn't even have to glue it or anything, and it didn't move around at all as I moved the fig around to take pics. I was quite surprised.

You can see he's leaning quite a bit to the back. This is a nice angle to see some of the detailing on his Tianchuang uniform, which really is a gorgeous costume. It's actually my second favorite Zhou Zishu costume, after his pale lavender Four Seasons Manor one.

My goodness, what a backwards lean! It makes me laugh. Sorry Zhehan, your gorgeously regal perfect posture is not being well represented in resin here!

I love the detailing on the back of his leather guan here, as well as the strings of his hair tie. I know it looks in the picture like the hair tie is part of his head, but it's actually a totally separate piece. It can move a little back and forth.

I like that the fig maker did some pleating on the back of the outfit. It's a very nice touch. I also like how they did his painting arm, with the wider blue sleeves, the detailing on his bracer, and the modeling on the hand. Look at that delicate blushing on the fingers! Proportions can easily get skewed on the limbs for these figs, but this works beautifully.

Oops, this isn't quite the full side view, I over-rotated him a bit. Anyway, this is a great view of that delicately modeled hand.

Even the brush is well done. This is a good angle to see all the pleating on the front of his uniform and the detail on his belt. I'm really happy with this fig.

I love the detail on the bracers, it looks so good. The guan is rendered well too.

The shadows are a little too thick here, but you can barely see he has blue pants tucked into his black boots. This is a great angle to see all the pleating around the entire outfit.

You'll notice the brush is still being held in his hand! It slid back a bit, but it's still hanging in there.

Similarly, the brush slid out a bit to park against the paper, but it didn't fall right out when I turned him over. You can see a little more (blurry though) of the texture in his hair ties.

The modeling is quite nice on the guan here. I'll also just take a moment to say how grateful I am that the paintbrush was so easy and painless to slide into his hand. I know I always call back to my travails with Han Ye with Sword, but that fig is always in my mind when I see a small piece that needs assembly!

More of the lacing on the guan. So nice! You can see a little bit of the groove in his hair on the bottom right of his head there, where the hair tie piece rests in.

I'm always happy when I get a box card, especially when I have to buy a fig on the secondary market. It got a little bent in shipping but otherwise is in great shape.

Material: Resin and a whole lot of despair

Fig Count: (+1) 524

Scene Count: 38

Rating: Only 35.5 more episodes to go until happiness!

[link to the Master Post Index]

[dahoizlovee]

The Lost Tribes of Pandora | CH.1

Chapter 1 - Cave Navi's

About: THIS IS AN ORIGINAL STORY! This fan-fiction has nothing to do with any cannon characters, it just takes place in the world of pandora. A'kyo like most her age has ignored the war that has plagued her people for generations, now with her sister and cousin in danger she's forced to take matters into her own hands. She will stop at nothing to protect the ones close to her or die trying.

“They're like feral animals really. Owl like eyes with talons on each finger. With exaggerated proportions they resemble alien-like creatures more than other navi. Unknown faces with an unknown name, or at least that’s what my sister tells me. She claims that many other navi tribes cowards at just the sight of our people.”

Deep inside the cave systems on the planet Pandora was a small decorated hole in the wall, surrounded by dead animal skin/furs. Which resided a young girl; lying on the same materials that was scattered around her home. She let out a deep sigh before throwing her writing materials across the room and flopping backwards, staying still in her mimicked bed until the flaps of her doorway were whisked open. 

In walked a giant of a woman, her overly towering physique matched her uncanny beauty. She had one working eye and scars running all over her skin, with coordinating muscles that would put any body builder to shame. The brute goddess walked over and picked up the discarded makeshift book and pen.

“What is this?” she says with amusement in her voice. Refusing to sit up, the smaller girl answers.

“It's for timekeeping, momma told me to start writing down my day to relieve stress, unfortunately it's doing the opposite”

“Oh? is it because nothing important ever happens to you”

She shoots her a warning glare

“I just don't have much to say…why are you here Eula, aren’t you supposed to be getting ready, they can't start without their guest of honor”

“Wow snappy is that all you have to say-”

Eula jumps on her sister's bed and rolls on top of her making her yelp.

“I spend all my time away at war fighting for our peace and all I come back to is you scribbling away-”

“Get off me Eula! I'm serious!- You fat-”

“Watch it!”

Eula digs her elbows deeper in her sister’s spleen.

“As General I command you give me a proper greeting”

“Ok! Ok! My great big warrior sister, I'm so glad your home! Now please- Up! Up! I can't brea-”

Eula quickly slides off her to avoid suffocating her and sits on her floor as she watches her sister catch her breath.

“A’kyo- my favorite sister-”

“Your only sister” she cut her off with annoyance.

“Shouldn’t you be getting ready as well” A’kyo didn't say anything, just stared at her with confusion.

“You are performing tonight right? A’fae is looking for you”

“No! It’s not my turn tonight I-…shi-”

Eula holds her laughter as A’kyo hops off her bed and starts searching for her dance ritual pieces that are scattered over the room. Throwing everything on rushing out the dimly lit room and down the rocky pathway.

On foot it took A’kyo several minutes to reach the center of Wa’untsa, which is the equivalent of a big city. Normally it wouldn’t have taken so long for anyone else but she moved her space closer to the back tunnels and away from civilization. A’kyo has never been good at interacting with others.

Once in the crowd she was surrounded by shops, loud noises, and other faces familiar to hers, her people. They continued on with their night like she wasn't standing there in the middle of traffic in her traditional costume with a confused face on. It was hard to see, the cave illuminated bright tonight. She squinted looking around hoping to see her big headed cousin A’fae. But her thoughts were interrupted as her shoulder was yanked back; she turned back with a quickness anger in her eyes ready to put however in their place. Only to meet face to face with her cousin.

“Where have you been!?” 

Her face softens 

“looking for you!” she looks over his shoulder “where’s Khini?”

“The ceremony is gonna start soon, so I told him to hold our spots while i looked for you”

“Oh-”

“Yes oh! Why did it take you all day to get here? I told you to be at the training ground hours ago!” He says in a whisper yell as he turns and walks towards the ceremony.

“Calm down, it's not that serious” she follows suit.

“It is!…it took us ninety-one moons to get let back in the dance circle-”

“That's cause you set a council member’s robe on fire, you were rightfully kicked out…I was booted by association”

 A’fae turns back and stops in his tracks.

“It was not my fault I- where is your festival paint! You look bare! Sick even! You know what, we don't have time for this”.

He yanks her hand before taking off in the opposite direction, running at full speed.

It was dark and quiet, hundreds of Wen’yabawba sat feet to back around an invisible large circle; waiting for the show to begin. Behind a cave wall were a line of dancers waiting for their que, one stood out greatly. At the very end of the line was an unusually tall boy with a matching long nose, sweat dripping from every pore and his ear tucked down. Chewing on his hands as he looked around anxiously waiting.

“Where are they?” he whispered to himself.

“Maybe they fell off a cliff, or broke a nail, or maybe-”

“Maybe they’re just late” a’kyo cuts him off.

Khini's face was almost pale, if it wasn’t for the face paint it would look like he was going to throw up. He opened his mouth to say something but their que was called. Loud banging of drums was all to be heard as they filed out from behind the wall, using their whole bodies in a synchronized dance. Moving fastly stepping and jumping from inbetween sitting Wen’yabawba’s to the center opening circle. 

A’kyo wasn’t the strongest dancer, oftentimes forgetting moves; but tonight she was in total sync with Khini and A’fae. At Least she should be, day and night they've forced her to train for this. No mistake could be taken, since welcoming the tropes home after any battle was a big deal. All was going well until A’fae’s headpiece straps got loose dipped down below his temples, with loss of vision he struggled to keep up with the complicated moves and accidentally grabbed Khini’s beaded chest piece which snapped causing small beads to spray everywhere. Making them both slip, fall, and take down the innocent bystander besides them. One by one each dancer fell like dominos.

A’kyo surprisingly was the last one standing. Truly not realizing what just went down, since her eyes were tightly closed this entire time. She could hear the commotion but decided to ignore it. Afraid she was going to mess up, she had shut them at the beginning to keep up with the beat rather than the people around her. The banging on the drums got louder making A’kyo dance harder, her heart raced in sync and she was glazed in sweat.

The crowd started to get louder as her feet hit the ground, chanting her family name. This was setting A’fae off, how was an untalented dancer like herself able to keep going. And how was everyone loving this, even the fallen dancers were getting back up and cheering for her. Letting the devil on his shoulder win, he stuck his foot out behind her making her trip fall backwards and land right in the lap of Their people’s Tsahik.

Trying to assess the damage she just caused, she looked for reassurance only to see an old hag mean mugging her. Both parties were beyond not thrilled. While trying to get up A’kyo caught her sister in the crowd, failing to not die on her own laughter, making both A’kyo and the elder more mad.

Sitting on a cold hard rock floor forced to be segregated from the rest of the ceremony by a thin tent sheet was how A’kyo, Khini, and A’fae were spending their night. Waiting for their punishment to come, for ruining tonight's event. The cousins of the trio had both of their arms folded with angry expressions plastered on their faces. Khini had to sit in between them to stop bloodshed.

After what felt like forever a very stoic pair of ladies walk in, sharing the same face yet one older and one extremely younger. The older one had hair braided all the way down her back and her calf. She had a consistent face of disapproval along with short nails to show off her senior statue. Ready to deliver the discipline of the night she's the first to sit down in front of the group. Unapologetically smoking from a long narrow grass woven funnel.

“I just wanted to say I'm so sorry for tonight! We didn-”

Khini wasn’t able to get all of his words out before the Tsahik put her hand up silencing him.

 “I’ve notice something while you were dancing out there A’kyo”

A’kyo picked her head up, creating eye contact with the elder.

“You could be so great if you weren’t tied down to these two”

She points to A’fae and Khini, A’fae turns his face up at those words, wanting to spit venom back at the old lady.

“It’s always you three though, causing trouble-”

“Can you just tell us what our punishment is, oh wise great elde-”

Reaching over in light speed A’kyo twist A’fea’s lips up into her grasp. Khini jolts back in fear, physically having to choke down his vomit.

“As you three know tonight wasn’t any celebration, it was extra special because our warriors have come back from gaining victory over the Canco’mot river…unfortunatley you three have soiled this joy filled night, i could go on and on about how you all share the blame-”

“Please spare us”

A’fae interrupted again, this time inviting A’kyo’s death glares.

Tssahik blows her smoke into his face.

“Dishonor! Disgrace!”

“Mother…”

Being interrupted once again except this time by a small whisper that comes from behind them, it belongs to the forgotten girl in the corner; standing as still as a statue.

“We will soon miss the rest of the ceremony”

This girl’s voice was supposed to be saving grace, but A’kyo could only stare daggers into her skull. To A’kyo it would be best if the girl never spoke at all; Fuhara was her name. Short and round faced, covered head to toe in the finest minerals the cave could produce. She was the people’s princess, and bestfriends with both Khini and A’fae. In any other case the repercussion for the trio’s actions would be harsher but because she was there automatically it was lightened. A’kyo could tolerate a lot but Fuhara just wasn’t one of them, she could feel herself lose years off of her life with every breath Fuhara took. 

“Right, you three will go in place of tonight's scheduled gathers, all the way outside!”

The energy in the room shifted, Khini could feel his heart in his ears, tears in his eyes, and his lunch in his throat.

“Oh great mother take me now” he clenches his chest before falling into A’kyo’s arms.

“You can’t do that w-we aren’t experienced gathers…we’ll die!” A’kyo yelled while holding Khini.

“I can't?! I can do as I please, you on the other hand are starting to resemble your cousin”

She notices A’kyo shift uncomfortably in her sea after that statement

“…feeling bouncy?leap!”

She says with hostility as she leans in closer to blow her smoke in A’kyo’s face.

“Don’t make me take back my previous compliment-”

“Take it!” 

A’kyo practically drops Khini to pull herself closer to the smoke polluted wench.

“A’kyo! Mother! Don’t you think this is a bit extreme?”

There were a few seconds of silence before Fuhara’s mother's anger erupted.

“Silence to all of you! I am Tsahik! You aren’t even supposed to be here so hold your tongue!...All of you disrespect! ”

She stands abruptly and struts out.

Wasting no time Khini also gets up to leave so he can throw up his previous fear puke.

A war has plagued the Wen’yabawba’s for centuries, forcing them to retreat to safety provided by the caves on Pandora. Generations never knowing what’s on the other side. So with that knowledge being put out is punishment far worse than death. But now that’s the reality for our main trio, of course they are accompanied by an experienced gather; Chima. Who was annoyed with having to spend his night babysitting three adult babies who won't detach from each other. 

“Hugging won’t get much done” he shouts back while walking ahead.

“I can’t even open my eyes let alone let go, I feel ill!” Khini cried out.

Sandwich in between them was A’fae who looked tired and ready to go.

“Well your missing a lot I can't even put in words how incredible this all is”

 He states as he whips his head around to take the new surroundings. As A’kyo was about to agree with his statement he ripped his body from the safety hug. Away from A’kyo’s grip he ran ahead to Chima making A’kyo curse out for him to get back here. 

“Oh do forgive me elder A’kyo!” He shouts.

“A’fae I have to look over you come back here-”

“Trust me your hands are greatly filled with your courageless scaredy manchild…Mrs.rhythmically challenged!” 

Taking off in a full sprint while laughing knowing he successfully pissed off his older cousin in the way she pissed him off earlier. A’kyo’s whole body was lit a flame with having a mental battle about chasing after A’fae and leaving Khini, finally deciding to not let his comment slide, she let go of her friend and pursued him. 

Three different memories were being made all at once. Khini's fear ridden body was shaking like a leaf in a storm trying to grasp why all of his senses were being flooded. His pupils were dilated in reaction to him trying to absorb all of the outside world. While A’fae soaked in all the pleasures of being able to run non stop without colliding with a wall, allowing him to push his body to the brink of exhaustion.

A’kyo right on his tail trying to keep her built up anger from going out, her night was ruined by her cousin's selfish actions yet the wind on her face and warm wet grass under her toes made her feel more than gleeful. Chima watches this all from a distance. Liking to see the first time reactions of his people experiencing the unknown world, it brought joy to him since very few are exposed to this. 

Well that was until A’kyo finally caught up to A’fae. Jumping mid air like a spider monkey to tackle him to the ground. During their brawl they rolled off a cliff.

[costumersupportdept]

look, I am usually happy to try to keep my Costumer Knowledge: Destroyer of Worlds in check when confronted with media people like but I have literally been staring at Ben Barnes' crotch for like ten minutes now trying to decide who thought this was a good idea:

Are these pajama pants? They seem to have that boxer/brief fly opening over on the left side. Why did you make them out of pleather? And why did you trust someone who clearly wasn't good at sewing pleather (as evidenced by the right thigh seam) to make them?

if we're in for Modern Codpiece, why are we lowering that middle weird Thorsberg Trouser piece into Justin Bieber Drop Crotch territory and making it into a weirdly proportioned Ken Doll situation?

we are into dangerously Hiddlestonian territory here where the stylist loses all sense of You Still Have To Fit The Pants and just falls straight into the swamp of Men With Long Legs Can Wear Weird things, because if we had COMMITTED to Tight Pants With Codpiece Made And Fit Well, or hell, even Stretchy Football Pants With Lace Front That Don't Take Much Fitting I would have been staring at this for a completely different reason but NO I AM JUST TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHAT YOU HAVE DONE TO THIS POOR MAN'S JUNK BY TRAPPING IT IN THIS ABSOLUTE TRAVESTY OF A PIECE OF CLOTHING.

carry on.

[blacklight-ghoulette]

SHOW ME YOUR 3D STUFF RIGHT NOW I BEG?!!

It's mostly just ghoul masks and small costume bits right now (grucifixes, the buttons on Papa IV and the Impera ghoul jackets, those things) as far as Ghost stuff goes, and a small collection of hcs for ghoul horns, so there's really nothing quite impressive or very interesting yet...

(kinda image heavy warning you now lol)

At one point I was working on a full body model for I think Primo?

But as you can see I had (and still don't) have a grasp at modeling cloth... uhhh that one was like 2 years ago and I'd like to go back and either redo it entirely or start fixing it at some point...

I'd forgotten I'd started modeling the Fantomen guitars right before the Impera tour started. Then I found out Dew was playing an entirely different guitar and I kinda just gave up on it...

I also did the Papa IV Caligula coin but I hated it and never did anything with it.

Oh, and, totally unrelated to Ghost, is my final for a 3D class I took at the beginning of this summer and I still really like how it came out.

I really like my lil moth dude, it was a very fun project.

There's other stuff too I just haven't really gone through all my files in a long while... and honestly most of the stuff I've modeled recently has just been redoing my earlier ghoul masks because I did a horrific job on my original models and they needed remaking so they could print better... and also like, be a wearable piece... I was not smart and did not use a headform when I made my original Meliora and Prequelle masks, so the proportions and sizing were so off but I've finally fixed them properly and am working on a full-size ghoulette mask atm.

[honey-dewey]

So I spent the better part of the last three months (how long has it been since they announced Survivor?) absolutely throwing myself into a Cal Kestis cosplay because that’s what I do I guess. You can check it out on Friday on my Insta, honey_dewbear, but as I made the damn thing, I had questions! I noticed things! And I am sharing those things/questions with you all. Because, y’know, reasons. 

90% of his shirt (and presumably pant) seams are felled seams. This is both good and bad. Good because felled seams are incredibly sturdy and more likely to hold up over time, as they should in canon, so someone clearly did their research. Bad because I hate felling seams. It’s tedious and I hate it

I don’t think you all understand how desperately I want to know the canon materials used for Cal’s clothes. I have to know. I have to. I spent an hour looking for suitable fabrics. AN HOUR.

Why. Why. Why does Cal wear one sleeve rolled and the other down? Realistically I know it’s for east tattoo access but like. Roll the other one up too!!!

Cal’s gear padding is actually insulated with quilt batting. It’s very warm. And plush. And makes that leather thing actually comfortable. 

Cal’s sleeves have outer seams instead of inner. This is very annoying. Very very annoying. You can’t hide messy outer seams. 

Someone please tell me how BD-1 is staying on Cal’s back. Because there’s no grip, no straps, no nothing. 

fUCK FELLED SEAMS

Cal- Cal has- on his arm- he has-

Excuse me while I go cry

Words cannot describe how weird this pant material is. It looks like denim? But also canvas duck? I got canvas duck, but like what is it actually made of?????

Cal’s pants have leather patches on his ass. It’s probably to reinforce that commonly-used area. I think it’s just funny. 

There’s a red and blue patch on Cal’s left shoulder that I desperately want to know what it looks like. Does it have words??? What does it say????

Patch update because I found a real reference. It doesn’t say anything. It’s pure gibberish. I’m gonna vote that it’s a patch Cal found for that Huttese band because it’s written in Huttese. 

What the fuck is in all those goddamn canisters he carries around? Are they stims? Caffeine shots? Liquor? 

Someone please explain exactly what every single patch and canister and pouch on Cal’s outfit does/holds. I have to know. For science. 

tHE LITTLE ORANGE WATER BOTTLE MY BELOVED. I DIDNT HAVE ONE BUT ITS MY FAVORITE ACCESSORY PIECE

Unrelated to the costume but the concept art for Cal? Yeah he looks like a child in that. That’s a babey. I can believe that boy is eighteen at best. 

And we’ve come full circle to why the hell does Cal only wear one goddamn glove? AND ITS NOT EVEN HIS SABER HAND. 

The pink poncho is my favorite and I realized it’s the exact same shade of pink as two of the walls at my workplace. Crumbl Cookie Pink Poncho

Cal’s got a broad ass chest. Or maybe I’m just. Not broad-chested

I’m noticing very quickly that there aren’t many reference photos for Cal. Huh. 

Weathering this costume is gonna hurt because each sleeve took me a couple of hours. HOURS. 

Cal’s sleeve/shirt/pant patches are super funny to me because they’re thick and padded and to make them more comfortable for me (and also appropriately thick), I used bright pink fleece because it was what I had lying around. So that’s my new headcanon. Cal’s clothes are padded with a variety of funny colored fleece patches 

Cal has significantly longer proportions than I do (I’m short) and so everything looks absolutely tiny. But nope, it’s all right, I’m just not tall. 

It was at this stage in the game (just under halfway done) that I was debating making Cal’s glove by hand so the fabric would be the same. I will get back to you on whether or not I would soon regret this decision. 

The leather vest piece thing is my favorite part of this costume. It’s so cool!

It also stinks of foam and leather

Does Cal wear his pants cuffed? DOES HE????

Tried to make the glove and gave up immediately. Decided to just use the same one I had for Hera Syndulla. 

Cal’s pants are sectioned in a very odd way that I had a tough time replicating. Mid thigh seams???? I don’t understand.

Cal’s lightsaber is really cool, honestly one of my favorite designs in all of Star Wars, but, uh, how does he clip it to his belt?

We’re back to the fact that he has so many pouches and pockets and I desperately need to know what each one has in it. Does he keep little granola bars? Money? Tools? I have to know!

I’m still, literally still stuck up on what all the little identification rectangles on the shirt/belt/pant pocket are. Do they identify Cal’s clothes as his? Are they for funsies? A guild identification? WHAT ARE THEY?

[blazehedgehog]

Why in your opinion do the humans have less of a body stigma compared to the anthropomorphic animals in Sonic? Notably, the developers elect that Sonic and his anthro animal friends should never have their gloves and shoes removed (not real animals ones like Flicky or Pocky), but Eggman does not have the same limitation so in the Olympics, his feet can be seen in some sports.

Because the animals aren't human. Seems pretty cut and dry to me. Also, when you remove literally the only piece of clothing they wear, it's not only like stripping them literally naked, it's removing some of the only markers of their whole identity.

A character like Sonic is actually an incredibly simple design when you consider what a modern character looks like nowadays.

Sonic is mostly a solid color, made out of simple shapes. He is all silhouette. Maintaining those visual shapes is key to what he looks like. The white gloves against the blue body, the bright red of the shoes denoting where the "bottom" of Sonic is, the triangles that represent Sonic's ears, all of it subconsciously helps you orient the character in your head.

If you took Marcus's gloves off, you might not even notice. Take Sonic's gloves off, and it will be the only thing you notice. This is why some people got so bent out of shape about Sonic's blue arms.

You mess with the way these colors mix and sit on top of each other and the whole thing breaks. That simplicity is a very delicate balance that must be maintained. He was designed to look an extremely specific way on purpose and he's not a person you can just throw a different jacket on.

This is also why for Smash Bros., the licensed characters often have so few alt costumes. It's not just Sonic, after all. Changing what Pac-man looks like isn't just a simple costume change.

When your house is built using only four bricks, changing or removing one of those bricks might spell disaster unless you go slowly and plan carefully.

Now you mentioned Eggman, and that Eggman doesn't have those limitations. He's still a cartoon character, just like Sonic, right? Yes, but Eggman also has a history of being a more complex design and much closer to humanoid in silhouette. He's also had a larger history of looking more different across interpretations, so there's more wiggle room to change his look compared to Sonic. Borrowing an image from Kotaku:

And, obviously, this isn't even all of Eggman's looks. Right from some of the earliest interpretations, there has been a history of portraying this guy having varying costumes and proportions. It's more a part of his identity.

But the longer Sonic is Sonic, the more set in stone his visual identity is. It's all about precedent and not changing what already works. That is how businesses operate. If it's making money, preserve that momentum as much as possible.

And, historically, Sonic is the immutable star, while Sega has always been a lot more willing to mess around with Eggman.

[e-adlirez]

So as we know the girls have a superhero AU now, and uh I forgor to mention this when I learned of this, but uh we have the girls' official powersets now thanks to the Thea Sisters' official blog

(These screenshots are from a Discord server because I can't use my VPN to access the blog in school--)

(And here's a piece that better showcases their powers, ye Italians this is a screenshot from a party invite)

Anyway so uh now we've got a rough idea of their powersets as well as one of the girls' moves (Colette's "SuperTornado"), y'know what that means :]]]

HEADCANONS GO BRRRRRRRR

This time around it's gonna be a little different since uh I don't have enough info on their powers (screw you Scholastic), which means it's really an AU of an AU, enjoy :D

(Context for the girls' powers, their powers are in their supersuits)

Colette: Kinda the most simplistic, in the sense that Colette doesn't need that much practice with it. Doesn't help that uh her usage of it is either lifting small things up, using it to fly, or spamming SuperTornado like an errant Dragonborn left with Unrelenting Force five seconds too unsupervised. She's very graceful and dramatic with it tho, which makes her the cover girl of the squad. Not a lot to say here besides that, if she'd just learned that her power is moving objects around instead of Unrelenting Force spam, maybe she can do more with them. For now, she fly and she FUSRODAH

Nicky: Her florokinesis is limited to plants that exist in the area she's in-- she can accelerate their growth to crazy proportions (think weeds but like human-sized), but if the plant's not there, then she's got nothing to work with. Much to her later chagrin, her power is the most situational. If she were stuck in a fully concrete city, a desert or the tundra, she's basically screwed. The Sinister Seven (the Sinister Six to the SuperSisters' Spider-Man) have learned to reinforce their fortresses with carbon fiber, steel and other things plants can't get through. If she's not keeping watch outside and restraining enemy guards with plants, she's OHKO melee-ing her opponents like crazy.

Pam: She can make fire with her powers and hypothetically make as much as she wants, with the only caveat of draining her suit's energy very quickly if she has to keep it burning too long. Her power is the most underutilized because of its dangerous nature and the girls' intense no-injuries/casualties challenge during their missions. Poor woman gets stuck in the getaway driver's seat most of the time, and the time she isn't, she is paired with Violet just in case something goes awry. She figured out that any sort of outside friction when conjuring her fire actually saves a bit of her suit's energy, so sometimes she rubs her hands together/snaps her fingers when summoning fire.

Violet: Has the most utilitarian power of the girls. She's figured out a technique that makes it look like she's materializing water out of thin air, but it's actually a long game of grabbing a droplet of water and shaking it around in mid-air to catch more water molecules. Yeah, raiding the enemy base's sprinkler system is far preferable for her. Her magic overall is very waterbending vibes, but she has yet to figure out that moving her body with the direction she wants to move the water is significantly easier than standing in one place with both hands forward and letting her brain do all the work. She also does the ice surfing thing Shoto Todoroki does, how she doesn't slip and crumple on the ice while wearing heels in her costume is a mystery even to her. As of now she's at a bottleneck with her powers (because of the no-movements thing), and it's driving her crazy.

Paulina: Has the gimmickiest powers of the group, and has spent the most time training with them. See uh magnets right, y'know how they have north and south, and uh lightning is just a manifestation of negatively-charged electrons moving down to the positively-charged ground? Paulina has the ability to saturate any object with positive or negative charges, which allows her to strike that thing with electricity/lightning; but that's just the big smooth brain surface-level aspect of her power. Blahblahblah science stuff, woman can make electromagnets out of anything, which means that she's got all sorts of silly things she can do. Need to open a metal door that has two sides close into each other? Make like poles out of the two halves so they push themselves apart. Need to block the same door off? Make opposite poles out of door halves so they stick together with the strength of neodymium magnets. She can also do this on non-metal things like uhh herself, but it takes a lot of concentration and energy to do that for prolonged periods of time. Her suit's visor allows her to keep track of the electric/magnetic fields that she's creating, as well as ones that already exist. Hypothetically yes this means you can give her sensory overload by putting too many magnets in one room/place. The most broken thing she's made so far is an electromagnetic railgun.

Okay that's it for now bye

[morgue-xiiv]

In the time of black and white films, most film was what's called "orthochromatic". It did not render colour evenly accross the spectrum. Blues might appear brighter and yellows much darker. Or something. For this reason, the majority of films used grey sets and costumes so that they could predict exactly how the colours would come out in the final film. They intentionally made the sets look LESS realistic to get a more realistic outcome because the medium had some limitations.

When you draw stuff you're not rendering it in a perfect photorealistic way. I really hate the art advice to draw things "as they are, not as you think they are". Firstly, from what I've read, Quentin Blake seems to disagree and I'm gonna side with him. Secondly it just doesn't work for me. Maybe it's great for some people but in my experience if you're drawing a hand that has lots of tiny bumps in the shape that gives them a rich and detailed outline, that'll look awful and your best bet is to drastically simplify the shape to the essence of what people THINK a hand looks like. Sometimes there's no shadow somewhere, but there needs to be a shadow to convey the shape of the thing or its relationship to other objects. In my experience it's better to add the shadow at all times.

Now arguably if I was better at art I'd be able to get a good drawing out of the way the thing actually looks.... I'd have better proportions or placement in the tiny details so they'd still look good. But this is advice people give BEGINNER artists especially so... Maybe you'll improve better if you follow it? However in my experience the main barrier to improving is all my art looking like shit so I don't want to continue, and any advice that tells you to make art that looks like shit as a learning experience is misguided at best and intentionally trying to weed out "the weak" in a malicious and shitty way at worst.

As far as I'm concerned this is the opposite of correct and one of the most important skills in art is actually drawing what will convey what you want the audience to see NOT what you literally see in what you're drawing. A lot of the time this comes down to understanding the medium. Sometimes you can't meet the resolution of a detail or its colour as it is and you have to find the right place TO meet it instead.

Most of my best pieces happened when I stopped looking at where there were literal shadows in a reference and thought about where a shadow could fall to define a shape. Maybe I got less accurate lighting but you know what I also go? Art that didn't look like shit. Which was what I wanted.

[notsp1derman]

other musings: why one piece should never be adapted into live-action

There is a certain trend lately of adapting unusual pieces of media to live action, and while I usually don't give a fuck, this time it touched something very dear to me, which is One Piece. I could spend hours here talking about my love for this saga and how this is just another consequence of capitalism and the urge to just squeeze out every last drop of money out of everything, but after the trailer for the new Netflix series dropped I just had to vent about something simpler. And boy do I have opinions about this.

Despite its very real portraying of very human problems such as racism and political instability, One Piece is, at its core, an absurd manga. The characters have such ridiculous mannerisms, the proportions are so exaggerated, and there are interactions so unserious that it can be even quite jarring at first; but hidden in its straightforward and sometimes nonsensical narrative is a masterful and ingenious thought process by Eiichiro Oda. Everything is a tad over-the-top, from the cartoonish style of the characters to the attention for detail in the backgrounds, in order to compose an universe that looks magical and whimsical but feels cohesive, realistic in some way. And it's through this exaggeration that Oda manages to convey so much emotion, and still make his readers feel such strong connections to his creation, even though it's far from our real world.

Those hyperboles are a vital part of what makes One Piece one of the most unique works of fiction ever made, and one with such a strong personality, at that. So when forced to accept the heavy burden of making a live-action series of the best selling manga of all time, producers are faced with two choices: either to try and capture this absurdness as best as possible by being extremely loyal to the source, or to make adaptations to the characters and the world to make it a bit more realistic and appealing to the public.

And the thing is, there will never be a right answer to this. Being too loyal to the source would make it a ludicrous farce, and taking liberties would create something too different from the thing everyone already knows and loves. So Netflix chose the path of creative liberty, and the price paid was a stiff, void, and most importantly, uncanny take on something that should never be brought to the real world at all.

Don't get me wrong, I have much love for the cast and believe they are doing a great job, but unfortunately the feeling of just... wrongness will never fade, no matter the approach. The colorful characters feel like people in bad costumes, the special powers just feel weird, the colors feel wrong and the world doesn't feel vast, just empty. One that got me thinking a lot was Buggy. Of course, he was one of the most unserious characters of the whole manga, but even he was a bit intimidating at the beginning, and had his moments to shine. Live-action-Buggy is just some weirdo in a bright blue wig that looks like a sad cosplayer, and I can't take him seriously no matter how hard I try.

So what about the more bizarre parts of the cast, like Hannyabal or Blackbeard or just the overly huge Admirals? What about the huge sea monsters or the weird fish people of Arlong Park? The latter parts of the manga go without saying, because I seriously doubt the live action will get renewed for one more season. How can we expect any of this to be remotely close to the joy we feel reading or watching the original work?

And I think that's the whole problem with live actions from anime. The freedom to bend reality that is possible within the realms of manga and anime just will never be translated well into something so western as a modern tv show. These boring adaptations suck the soul out of the original source, and manage to transform even the most expressive and heartfelt ideas into uncreative remakes without a single ounce of personality, and it will be forever depressing to see it happening to yet another thing so well made like One PIece.

[fivesfettblog]

I would like to take this moment to apologize in advance for the wall of questions I have. 😅 And if any of them don't make sense.

Questions about your ARC Fives cosplay;

1 - Did you use an existing template or did you come up with your own from scratch?

2 - What was your build plan going into this? Did you have a clear idea of which piece you would start with such as helmet to make sure everything else was in proportion or was it more like you did the pieces you felt like doing at the time?

3 - Did you use a specific brand of foam? If so, what did you use? Or if not, what thickness and density did you use? Did you need to use different thicknesses and densities for different parts?

4 - How did you finish off each piece? Did you need to use a spot filler like bondo before priming, painting and sealing for example?

Did you use anything like resin for rigidity?

5 - What material did you use for the Kama and belts?

6 - What kind of closures have you used on different pieces?

7 - How does the armour attach together/to your undersuit?

8 - How have the pieces held up to being worn? Have any of them needed repairs?

9 - What pieces/sections did you find the most difficult to make?

10 - What would you change or do differently if you were to make this costume again?

11 - Do you have any plans for improvements in future?

12 - Does your movement feel any way restricted in the armour? (Never worn anything remotely close to armour so I'm curious.)

13 - And most importantly, how's your line of sight and breathability while wearing the helmet?

I think that's all I have for now. Thank you for your time! 😊

Hi vod'ika❤ sorry for my late reply

1) I used templates on Pepakura. The templates were originally made for Rex, so I had to fix some pieces but I did it directly on the foam. Before the foam, I suggest to create the pieces in paper, so that you can check if the measures are correct.

2)First I did all the pieces out of paper to check the proportions. Then I started on the foam from the easiest pieces, but I think that today I would start from the chest. Anyway the order in which you build the pieces is not really important.

3)I've used a 5mm high density eva foam for the pieces of armour and a 2mm foammy for some details (such as the buttons on the arms). I wanted a white foam and I found one on Amazon, I'll check if I can find the link to it

4)the pieces are finished with a dremel and sometimes putty is necessary to fill some gaps, but it's very tricky to use and I would recommend to avoid it the most you can. I didn't really prepare the pieces for the painting process due to the weathering technique that I wanted to use, it wouldn't have worked if I had put on a primer like Flexbond or Plastidip.

5) Kama is made from a leftover fabric from a previous cosplay and is a synthetic fiber called Neoprene, but also suede will do.

6)the closure depends on the piece, but most of them are closed and stay together thanks to lots and lost of straps🤣

7)straps is the way, but other people also use different systems

8)so far I didn't have to do repairs, just sometimes glue some small parts together but nothing serious. The pieces that might require some repairs are pieces going on articulations (elbows and knees in particular)

9)I screamed at the top of my lungs when I had to make the shins and the chest plate. For the chest plate I didn't have the right template and I had to improvise smth on my own, for the shins they were always too big because I have no calves and I kept on adjusting them

10)🤔 I think I would do more research before starting with the foam, maybe look for more accurate templates

11)I'm not sure about it. For sure I have to find a way to fix the holsters because they tend to "fall down" when blasters are in it. Maybe I could fix again some proportions here and there

12)yes, your movements are restricted. You can't sit down, I can't lift my arms over my shoulders due to the pualdrons, you can't bend over, you can't kneel or cross your arms, but hey, you will be looking good in it🤣 and yet I am one of those who are the most comfortable in such an armour. It is foam, made on my body, so it's not excessively uncomfortable.

13)the line of sight is... bad. You can see what's ahead of you, but you can't see what's at your feet. Breathability is good when you have a ventilation system in the helmet, otherwise it might feel suffocating at times, but you get used to it

I Hope I've answered to all of your questions, I'll be glad to tell you more if you have some other doubts❤

[moonfurthetemmie]

So i did the rest of the important people

by the way it's a tragedy that tumblr only has a handful of text colors because i can't pull this shit here

anyways. long post. And I did decide to have Antonio be deaf and Bea blind.

For most of them, I changed their body proportions at least a little from the saved AU versions I copied from (so i didn't have to completely create them from fucking scratch again). Bea became a little taller and skinnier. Antonio got taller and bulkier. Lodo may not have changed height but i think i gave them a little more weight. don't remember how i changed bella or sforza. Francisco got his posture fixed, and then I manually made him hunch over so even if you'd seen melon you wouldn't know HJKGDFSHJKG

Isabella ('Bella')

Waow…..scary lady….crazy scary lady even….

Is she better at pretending to be sane? Do Petruccio and Gonzalo care less about appearing sane? Who knows. If you ask they’ll all just laugh and change the subject. 

She appears to be equally close with Gonzalo and Petruccio, though at times it’s unclear if they’re friends or if it’s just the bosses and their most loyal minion. They’ll tell you they’re all friends

Girlfam still isn’t as excited about the theater bullshit as Gonzalo and Petruccio, but she is having fun. Her persona for missions is “a heavily scarred” storm-bringer. Since she can’t actually summon storms she can only go in-character where there are storms, but it’s. Not that hard to find somewhere having a thunderstorm. Especially when you have access to countless alternate universes. 

Her staff isn’t magic; she just conducts her own magic through it. Because its metal. 

All the Koroit alternates I’ve had a hand in making (except for Elphaba) have different colored hair tips. Bella’s is dark blue because Yes. Also Bella's hair is like...mid-back length? and a bit of it is pulled back into a braid but not ALL of it

Ironically she does have a lot of scars. It’s just that very few of them are on her face. Petruccio and Gonzalo did it (serious)

im not super thrilled with the costume but it's what i got right now. and since i had Elphaba's theme be based on the strings, I wanted Bella's theme be the lightning. i also thought that maybe she ought not to be all black clothes for both outfits. idk. just a thought.

The “enhancement” she was given was an expanded reservoir of magic. She can use a lot more magic, and for much longer, than normal Koroit can. If she’s not careful about it, though, she could be seriously injured because of this. It’s possible she could stop her own heart from channeling too much of her lightning magic. Her strings are also much stronger and more durable.

Antonio

“What would be an effective palette change to make it seem like it’s not the monochrome guy?” 

“RAINBOW”

As far as the outside world is concerned, he’s colorblind. He's not actually, but the colors were so jarring that I thought it'd be funny if he was like "I am NOT wearing that. Oh my god. I know I only wear black and white but jesus christ my fashion sense isn't THAT bad" and Gonzalo and/or Petruccio made a joke about thinking he was colorblind because he only wore black and white. and then he didn't get or make a better costume so he just started spreading a rumor that he was completely colorblind

You see that little tattoo poking out from under his hoodie sleeve? See how it’s also fully covered up by the rainbow costume? If you’re ever gonna go out and do something you might get in deep shit for cover up all scars and tattoos that can be used to identify you. Which is everything. Cover them up

Having said that you may note i forgot one of his face scars.

It’s more obvious on the chest piece, but every piece in the rainbow costume has a lil bit of that deep bloo

He is deaf. For the same reason that Bea is now blind. That being, Petruccio and Gonzalo wanted to try and make it easier for them to ‘hear’ Yighraru. Since it doesn’t speak the way the rest of them do, it does sort of work. He can sometimes hear it trying to whisper to him. The only problem is that Antonio, for reasons unknown, seems oddly resistant to its influence. It’s definitely helping that he’s avoiding those two (and bella) as often as he can, though.

Bella does not like being avoided and he doesn’t usually succeed with her

The “enhancement” he was given was mainly just increasing his physical strength beyond what a regular mortal should be capable of. Antonio doesn’t know the details of how they did it, and he doesn’t want to.

Beatrice ('Bea')

oh she’s SO !!!!!!!!!!!!

Sorry the fox ninja thing is. It’s doing things to my heart

Come a little closer don’t worry about the wolverine claws ahahahah

The black + blue hair is part of the costume. A Wig

While she can no longer see, her hearing has greatly improved. Some of it is less ‘improvement’ and more ‘she has to rely on it more so she hears more things that she didn’t notice before’, but most of it is the hearing aids they gave her so “she could still be useful”. She didn’t deal with the loss of her sight well so she relied on the hearing aids a lot. They’re not that loud, but they are pretty sensitive. She has to turn them down some during missions, or take them out completely, but by now she’s gotten used to having them out and functioning without them. She still definitely prefers hearing more things though. As an added bonus no one can sneak up on her now

Why get white cane when simply wear metal-toed boots to keep from stubbing the shit out of your toes (she says, walking barefoot around the house 90% of the time for Minimum Noise From Self)

Tbf tho bare feet very good for feeling around. Having said that GIRL what about GLASS! This is like 50% of the reason Lodovico goes around with you everywhere girl!!!!!!!!! Your feet!!!!!! Are gonna get sliced!!!!! All to hell!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anyways. Her entire Casual Outfit is meant to minimize the amount of noise she herself makes with the exception of Scarf and Hanging Belts. The scarf is sentimental value. The belts make just enough noise for her to know wear she is. Pretty much just echolocation on a human level. If she needs more noise she just does the click click click thing with her tongue. 

Also as a point of pure spite, any time Gonzalo or Petruccio say ‘look’ she makes That Face and goes “seriously? You’re asking me to look after what you did?”

They seem to be amused by this. She’s absolutely terrified of pissing them off, but it’s pretty hard to without hurting them or talking shit about one/both of them or Yighraru. 

She is unaware of the color change in her eyes, or the fact that the scars from what they did are glowing.

“Wait, how can she and Lodo communicate if Lodo can only use sign language and Bea’s blind?” do it in her hand. Seriously. They do the signs against Bea’s hands. I saw them do it on the tv (serious, but said jokingly because seeing something on a tv show doesn't mean it's accurate to real life). It might work a little differently than normal sign language but on god they’ll figure it out

Also the um. The tattoos. So like I have this AU with a whole ass pantheon of gods that I made up? And I made the mistake of being like ‘ok for this one specific story, Paraiba comes from that world and those are her gods’ and then it just. Permanently stuck. So those tattoos are meant to be symbolic of the god of darkness, trickery, and activity; who’s also the god of the moon. they’re not evil they’re just. Kind of chaotic. Look i saw moon tattoos and monkey brain went IDEA

The “enhancement” she was given was mainly speed. This is the biggest reason her persona ended up being a sneaky foxy thing. She can sneak around very quickly, and that means she’s very valuable for gathering information and sowing chaos through a crowd.

Lodovico ('Lodo')

Petruccio and Gonzalo decided to see if they could make it so Yighraru could speak through Lodo. They failed. But Lodo can feel Yighraru more than the others–save for Petruccio, Gonzalo, and Bella–can. No one’s ever said anything, but Lodo just. Knows. What limited use their vocal cords did have is now completely gone because of this “operation.”

As Petruccio and Gonzalo so very much wanted Yighraru to speak to them through a more corporeal form, they put much more effort into it than they did with the other three. As an unintended consequence of this, Lodo has quite a bit of their magic in them. A little like how normal Obsidian used his corruption to put a magic tracker on everyone, but they didn’t even know they could do that. After accidentally doing to Lodo, they decided to try it on everyone else. Lodo is the only one that has a visible mark on their skin from it, though. 

Their hair in the costume is their real hair, it’s just a spray-on hair dye. Also they took the cornrows out and fluffed their hair up to a full afro.

Her theme is “wasteland survivor”. Used to hardship, ruthless and lethal from years trying to get by even just one more day. She never speaks, and it’s left unclear whether she can or not. 

The team has worked out various signals for Bea and Lodo. Specifically how Lodo can signal the others without signing, and how they can all signal to Bea with some form of nonverbal noise. Bea and Lodo have a few specific ones between the two of them that the rest of the team hasn’t even fully figured out.

Note that they tried to cover up the markings from Petruccio and Gonzalo’s magic, but some of it is still peeking through.

the knife. in the first one. there's a vague thought of 'old keepsake' and 'They Are Considering Murder' but beyond that it's...it's mostly that I needed them to hold something and i thought it'd be cool to try and make it look like they were unsheathing it. I can! when her arms are higher up. it got wonky trying to lower them tho and i decided that proof of concept wasn't as important as having a non-awkward pose.

Originally she wasn’t going to get an enhancement, but after Bea taught her how to fight and the pair became best friends, Petruccio and Gonzalo decided Lodo should at least be able to keep up with Bea. The two spirits don’t realize that Bea and Lodo’s relationship is not anywhere near the same levels of toxic codependency as theirs. Lodo and Bea decide that complaining is probably a bad idea

Francisco

i. i made the most beautiful brown eyes i've ever seen in heroforge. oh my god. And hten i had to make them ORANGE

My boy is NOT having a good time. But honestly who would be

He’s probably the closest, aside from Sforza and Bella, to figuring out why, exactly, Petruccio and Gonzalo are doing all this shit to the team. Because they haven’t actually said anything to anyone. Bella pissed them off so she got a whole speech about it from them, and since she’s now 100% with them they tell her way, way more than they do anyone else. Sforza was plot-dumped on too. Also he can hear The Whispers so there’s that.

The only piece missing, for Francisco, is what the FUCK that blue shit is coming from. It’s not Petruccio and Gonzalo. The blue came after their wounds scarred over. Like, okay, he’s heard the crazy three talking about “Yighraru”, but that doesn’t mean shit to him. Is it a person? A group of people? Some kind of supernatural entity?? He has no idea. 

He’s been spared from Gonzalo and Petruccio’s little experiments, but they do try to mess with his head a lot. Usually he tells them to buzz off unless they want to unsettle him so bad he fucks up his job and someone dies, and usually it works.

Sortino

He didn’t get any enhancements, but they did consider it. They just couldn’t think of anything that’d actually be useful; for them or for him. Beyond stretchy limbs so he can get to high-up places for cleaning without a ladder or something, which they didn’t (and still don’t) think they could do.

Much like with Icarus, Sortino comes down regularly to bring Sforza food. Gonzalo and Petruccio don’t want him to starve before they can make him Yighraru’s vessel <33

Sortino knows that Sforza’s being prepared for some kind of ritual, but beyond that knows nothing. He stays with him while he eats, just to give him some company and talk to him. He’s the only reason Sforza stayed sane for as long as he has.

He’s told even less about shit that even Francisco is, but he doesn’t want to know. He’d rather keep his head down, do his job, and get their attention off of him. Maybe he can find a way to get himself and Sforza out of here

Sforza

While they are committing inhumane atrocities on him, Petruccio and Gonzalo think Sforza at least deserves some clothes, so he got a nice robe and pants and even some shoes

Some of the glowing things on his body are scars. Some are either tattoos or paint. All of the ones that are glowing (the only set not glowing is unseen, but it’s top surgery scars) were made by Gonzalo and/or Petruccio. 

He’s still with it, but his sanity is holding on by a fucking thread. Much more, and…

Sometimes, for seemingly no reason, he gets really freaked out and starts saying stuff that Sortino absolutely doesn’t understand. He understands “The whispers are back” but that’s about it. 

Also while they gave him clothes it’s. Literally just that one set.