#valentino’s costume group

[batwynn]

I know a lot is going on in the world right now but this kind of loss of art is breaking my heart in two.

The Valentino’s Costume Group in Hollywood has lost everything after the death of their co-founder, the pandemic, strikes, etc. and is now being forced to do a very quick liquidation sale before having to send all of their years of hard work to be turned into rags. (Yes this is a real thing)

These people have crafted thousands of costumes over 20 years to rent to everyone and anyone who needed one. They’re sex worker and queer friendly. They’re also being accused of being “fast fashion” while being one of the few places in this world actively working against fast fashion with their work. They don’t want to have to turn their hard work into rags. It’s the only option for them with the enormous amount of costumes/fabrics they have to remove from the building very quickly.

So, Californians and anyone willing to travel to Hollywood: YOU can save a costume! (or two?) YOU can save someone’s art from being destroyed! YOU can own pieces of Hollywood! YOU can save so much sewing supplies and fabrics!

Where: 5535 CAHUENGA BLVD, N. HOLLYWOOD

Phone: 818-427-5248

Special hours for Influencers: May 20-30th 9:30am-4:30pm MON-SUN

What: Vintage, designer, menswear, historical, specialty, children’s, shoes, jewelry, vintage hats, show packages, racks, fabric, etc!

Important note: Please be kind and patient with the folks managing this sale. There’s maybe 2-3 people working at the most, and they all just suffered the death of someone close to them and the loss of their dream.

Please, please signal boost this. Their hard work should not go to waste and this terrible loss is already hard enough on them.

[mrkapao]

Looking for some vintage, designer, costume, and historical wear at some great prices?

Be sure to hit up Valentino's Costume Group's Going Out of Business Final Liquidation Sale in NoHo!

May 6th to the 11th 9AM to 12:30PM for Industry Professionals 1PM to 5Pm for the General Public

And be kind to the merchandise and don't leave it on the ground or damage it.

[vii-doodles]

HazbinAutumnWeek Day 3: Trick or Treating!

Little 1k+ StaticApple / Valastor writing under the cut ✨

The three overlords and their majesty made a striking group as they strolled down the streets of Hell in their Halloween costumes, heading toward the final stop of the night: the Hazbin Hotel, where a Halloween party was waiting for them.

Valentino, dressed as Cruella with a massive black-and-white fur coat, a black dress so sleek it perfectly melted into every curve of his body and an elegant cigarette holder, had a gentle hand on Alastor’s shoulder. Alastor, perfectly in character as Lady Tremaine, wore a wine-red gown with puffy shoulders and an air of refined mischief that suited him too well. One of Val’s extra arms was looped through Alastor’s, keeping them close.

Infront them, Vox trailed along with a pumpkin-shaped basket in hand, his screen projecting fake stitches to his amused grin and wearing a black suit, perfectly representing Jack Skellington, as he watched Lucifer practically skipping ahead. Lucifer, fittingly dressed as Sally was filled with pure excitement, his face lit up with childlike glee as he bounded up the hotel's hill.

“Trick or treat!” he shouted eagerly, practically vibrating with enthusiasm. As the doors of the Hotel opened to welcome them, Lucifer couldn’t contain himself and gave a little jump, his stitched-up sleeves flapping. Charlie, who had opened the doors, squealed excited at the sight of them.

Val chuckled, squeezing Alastor’s arm gently. “Seeing the the king of hell being so... Lively... because of some candy was truly not on my bingo card for this year.” he murmured, watching Lucifer with genuine amusement.

Vox smirked, watching his lover with an affectionate glint in his eyes. He’d been the one to tell Lucifer all about trick-or-treating, a quaint human tradition that seemed like an odd fit for the ruler of Hell. But Lucifer had been all in from the start, insisting they go all out, costumes and all. And now here he was, fully immersed in the experience, delighted at every door that had handed him a handful of sweets.

Of course, for Vox, there was an added step at every stop. The moment they collected their candy, he’d casually flicker his screen, sending out subtle hypnotic waves that glazed over the minds of each demon they encountered. Couldn’t have it getting around that three of Hell’s most feared Overlords, plus Lucifer himself, were out indulging in such a cutesy and domestic activity. Maintaining their reputation took a bit of effort, after all.

Charlie stepped aside and made them follow her inside of the Hotel, her own costume an adorable mishmash of pumpkin and ghost elements. “Welcome, welcome! I’m so glad you all made it!” She beamed, clapping her hands together. “Come on in! This party’s just getting started!”

Lucifer was the first inside, his eyes darting immediately to the tables loaded with an array of Halloween-themed snacks. There were candied apples, marshmallow ghosts, and a bubbling punch bowl filled with some ominously glowing green liquid. “Oh, Vox, look at all this!” he exclaimed, practically bouncing as he took in the spread.

Vox smirked as he followed Lucifer toward the food, holding the pumpkin basket as Lucifer picked out treats with the enthusiasm of a child. “I swear,” Vox teased, leaning in close, “it’s like you’ve never seen candy before.”

Lucifer chuckled, casting Vox a sidelong glance. “It’s not really the candy,” he murmured, his voice softening with a hint of wonder. “It’s the whole experience. I never truly celebrated Halloween before... I suppose I just lost interest in human festivities after a while.” He paused, looking around the decorated room with genuine appreciation. “But tonight... it feels different. It’s… nice, having a reason to enjoy all this.”

A warm smile softened Vox’s usually sharp features. Without a word, he placed a gentle hand on Lucifer’s shoulder, giving it a squeeze. He could feel his own heart stirring, watching the joy on Lucifer’s face, a brightness that made him feel lighter. “Then enjoy it,” Vox said quietly, his voice filled with warmth. “I can’t imagine a better Halloween than this one, seeing you this happy.”

Charlie smiled fondly at Vox's and her father's interaction, watching them with warmth in her eyes before turning back to Valentino and Alastor, who had stepped inside hand in hand.

“So, over here’s the dance floor,” she said, leading them to a spacious area adorned with flickering jack-o’-lanterns and fake cobwebs. “And we’ve got a few different drinks set up. There’s something smoky, something sweet, and, of course, something... a little more intense.”

Alastor’s eyes lit up as he took in the carefully arranged tables, and he gave Charlie an approving nod. “My, my, you’ve outdone yourself, Miss Morningstar. Quite the spread you’ve got here. I couldn't have done it better.”

Charlie blushed, clearly thrilled at Alastor's approval. “Thanks, Alastor! And you two look fantastic. I mean, really! Cruella and Lady Tremaine?” She gave a playful smile, “Absolutely villainous. Though... I wasn't aware that you knew who they are, Al.”

Valentino chuckled, smoothing the fur on his Cruella coat. “Only the best for a night like this.” His arm remained looped with Alastors. "though I had to rather force those films onto him" he added, pulling Alastor a little closer and to Charlie's suprise, Alastor didn't even protest. With a smile on her lips she left as Vaggie called out for her.

As they made their way through the Halloween crowd, Valentino nudged Alastor with an elbow, a smirk creeping onto his face. "I gotta hand it to you, cariño,” he drawled, eyeing Alastor’s Lady Tremaine costume. “You look almost as good as me in a villain’s getup.”

Alastor chuckled, a sly smile curling on his lips as he adjusted the collar of his gown. "Almost? Darling, I'm practically the embodiment of evil elegance," he replied smoothly. "And I didn’t even need to slip into stilettos to pull it off."

Val laughed, glancing down at his own black stilettos. “Oh, you wish. These things are a statement, baby. Though I gotta admit,” he leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a playful murmur, “I never thought I'd see you in something this... flamboyant.”

Alastor raised an eyebrow, pretending to be scandalized. “Why, Valentino! Are you suggesting I’m anything less than flamboyant every day?”

Val threw his head back in laughter. “Touché. Guess I forgot who I was talking to.” He glanced at Alastor, eyes gleaming. “So, when’s the next dance? I wanna see if you’re as smooth on the floor as you are with that silver tongue.”

Alastor smirked, offering his hand with a dramatic flourish. “Shall we find out, darling?”

Val took it without hesitation, the two overlords slipping seamlessly into a waltz amid the costumed chaos around them, both too proud to let the other outshine them, and both enjoying every second of it.

[gabrielsbubblegumbitch]

✨VeroVel things✨

they've known each other for years before they get together; Velvette designed Verosika's costumes, Verosica walked Velvette's runways, they went to parties together and Succibis helped the Vees many times with getting some goodies from the Earth. And one day, while doing some extremely mundane task Velvette's aromantic ass just had a realization Oh. Oh, I think I want that woman.

Verosika didn't show it because she has a Bad Bitch reputation but she was hesitant when she noticed Vel's interest in her. There's huge power imbalance between helleborns and sinners due to the fact that only one of these groups can be permakilled with a single shot. But after a few dates, she decided to trust her guts because Velvette not only spoiled her with gifts and introduced her to the Overlord's life (which is an upgrade even for the hellborn celebrity) but mostly because this whole time treated her like equal.

Velvette is fiercely protective of Verosika. She wouldn't lock her in the Tower for her safety because Vero would hate it but she's ready to bite off the head of any person that looks at her pratner the wrong way.

What they have is not exactly a romance or strictly sexual arrangement. It's a partnership. They are no exclusive by any means, mostly because of Verosika's work.

Valentino is Verosika's favorite brother-in-law. She used to be a little afraid of him for obvious reasons but after she had become an informal fourth member of the Vees they grew to be besties. They can spend hours discussing different techniques of eating pussy, during the double dates. Vox and Velvette are both not sure if this makes them feel horny or suicidal.

The relationship between Vox and Verosika is more complicated. She doesn't fully trust him and sometimes he creeps her out. He can't fully go past the fact that she's a hellborn and business-wise she's tied to Asmodeus so she will never be fully on the Vees' side. But they still see each other as valuable allies - Vero can deliver content, Vox can make her even more rich and famous. They can also have fun together if Vox is drunk enough and chills a bit.

Verosika loves bringing Velvette gifts from Earth and different rings of Hell. When she's on the tour, they have long video calls when she just shows Velvette places in Hell she would like but can't visit.

Their every date means tonnes of sinstagram vlogs. They genuinely love doing this, showing their great life down their followers' throats, generating humongous engagements off being just happy together.

Velvette absolutely loves Verosika's tits. That's it.

Verosika is absolutely unhinged in bed to the level that prompted Velvette to take some lessons from Valentino about all kinds of deranged kinks. Just in case.

Though Verosika finds the Overlord Velvette extremely alluring, she likes the most her casual and domestic version, when they debrief together after an intense day.

[simplysedusa]

Do you have any silly head-canons for the rrb. And I mean downright ridiculous.

I'm so sorry this took a while to answer. The original one that I was gonna talk about turned out to be a bit..angstier than I realized and I figured it'd be best to save it for a ficlet idea I came up with. 😉😈

So, here's some other silly headcanons:

I stated in another post talking about the Rowdyruffs that Brick's guilty pleasures are boy groups. This also applies to K-Pop groups. He's into K-Pop (but he listens to other genres of music as well) and only Boomer and Butch know because they hear his tone-deaf ass mispronouncing every other Korean word in the shower. Both Boomer and Butch decide to keep this info to themselves because 1.) they want to live and 2.) who'd believe them? Brick's got private, secondary stan accounts with VPNs locating him in the Bermuda Triangle, pretending to be some 15 year old girl named "Becca". He's mostly a boy group stan (NCT, Ateez, Stray Kids) but a few girl groups managed to catch his interest (Dreamcatcher, G-Idle, Twice). And no, he's not above arguing with twelve year olds about record sales or popularity.

I'd imagine Bubbles stops by the Ruff household and catches Brick humming a very familiar tune to himself, and she's the one who casually tells others whenever the situation calls for it. Much to Boomer and Butch's chagrin, no one bats an eye.

After the events of "Bubble Boy", Boomer suggested getting revenge by having them dress up as the Powerpuffs and causing chaos across town. Originally, Brick and Butch were against it, but then considered the "evil acts" they could get away with and were suddenly on board. Unfortunately, they couldn't find the right dresses (plus Boomer and Butch's hair would NOT cooperate) and they gave up.

Halloween is their favorite holiday. Scaring people and free candy were great, but the boys really loved wearing costumes that they stole from the Halloween Party stores downtown. Their favorite group costume was of the Ministry of Pain (and the looks of Townsville citizens' faces as they arrived at their doors made it all the better for them).

Boomer's a dog person, Butch is a cat person, and Brick's neutral. The three had discussed wanting a pet to play with while under Mojo and HIM's care. They both reluctantly agreed so long as the vote was unanimous. Boomer and Butch damn near fought to the death to try to convince the other or Brick to change their minds. Boomer decides to let the matter slide. He finds a Beebo and keeps it a secret until after they move in with Ms. Keane.

Since receiving their new hairstyles in "The Boys Are Back In Town", the boys are very particular about their hair. They started to wear color-coded silk bonnets to bed after getting the idea from Sedusa when they broke into her place by sheer coincidence one night and spotted her wearing one.

RANDOM BITS OF KNOWLEDGE IN REGARDS TO SCIENCE AND ROBOTICS. The boys may struggle with finding the atomic weight of a certain element, but they know chemical reactivity (what elements will react to one another without exploding) like the back of their hands. Blueprints for death rays are like memorizing phone numbers for them. They were kicked out of the robotics club on their first day (and almost expelled entirely) after demonstrating how to build an actual laser and for rebuilding functioning, miniature Mojo robots from scratch. Blossom nearly considers going back to homeschool when she learns that she shares all of her A.P science classes with all three of the Ruffs.

It takes everything in Butch to not make another Rowdyruff once he learns of Bunny and Bullet. Brick likes the idea but thinks it's too much work, while Boomer is completely repulsed at the idea of having another brother. (He might just help make a Rowdyruff pet however, but his Beebo and Valentino are enough of a handful. 😉)

That's all I got at the moment, but if I have more, I'll be sure to share lmao.

[wowa-bublord]

Quick little question since I'm interested in what you're doing with Jay. *clears my throat* Does this young lad have a rouges gallery (costumed criminals or not), or just an arch nemesis? Or have you not thought that up yet?

( @izunias-meme-hole )

they have a LOT of bad guys hehe, notably a group of teen supervillains they fight primarily, but all their art is OLD so instead I'll show off the main bad guy first :)

his name is Valentino. he's a talkshow host :) and like.. the SUPER super villain hehe. I'm excited to explain is powers, but I wanna design his villain suit first LOL

[darbyoakana]

The Silk Robe

Summary: You are fresh to Hell and being set up to work for Val. Will Vox rescue you from your fate? Warnings: Cunnilingus, vaginal penetration. This story is 18+, minors can fuck right off.

Darby Link Tree

“I’m Daddy’s little slut,” you moaned as you ran the tip of your tongue over his thumb. “Harder. Pleassee.” 

_____________________________________

You were fresh, just fallen to Hell. Some crew had picked you up, dirty and naked, and hauled you off with several other newly fallen sinners. The van was back into a tall building. The group was shuffled into a gym-like shower room where a team of employees hosed everyone down and scrubbed the dirt off. It would have been nice to take a hot shower, but these people were all business and aggressive with the scrubbing. Hell was warm, there wasn’t much need for drying off. You were however tossed a small silk robe to cover yourself up with. They escorted you to a waiting room where you sat for what felt like forever. Maybe it was the given situation or maybe time didn’t function in Hell. You had so many questions. But the only people to ask were the other scared sinners who knew the same as you. So you waited. 

Eventually, a tall slender man came out of a nearby room, several lackeys following. He looked ridiculous, you thought like he was wearing a Halloween pimp costume. But his demeanor told you he was not to be trifled with. He pointed to several of the people in the room, including you. The lackeys shuffled the group out, following the man one of them referred to as Valentino. The rest were taken somewhere else in the building.

The room was stuffy, pink smoke lingering. The whole group was obviously nervous while sitting on a bench against the wall, waiting their turn to speak to the bizarre pimp in his office. You have gathered a few things so far. You were in Hell. It fits the picture pretty well. You woke in a hot pit where you had landed. Sulfur stung your nose. Around you, there were the sounds of screams. It’s what you expected a war zone to look like. You were more surprised that Hell existed than you were about the fact that you were in Hell. Were you an evil person, no, but you certainly didn’t lead a life lacking in sin. You thought back on your aggressively Christian Grandmother who hounded you throughout your life. Of all people, she was right. That stung more than the sulfur. 

You observed the people around you, whispering and afraid. You saw the periodic pink light that shined out of the cracks in the office door followed by a confused-looking member of your group being led to yet another room. You glanced through the large double doors individuals were being escorted out through. It looked like a filming studio of some kind. Far as you could tell this felt like a forced job interview. You had no idea the rules of Hell and how it worked which made this even more of a suspicious process. New sinners were clueless and this moth man was clearly taking advantage of that. 

The pink fog of the room was starting to burn your eyes. It had a sweet smell to it. You felt strangely relaxed given the current situation and couldn’t help but wonder if the substance had anything to do with it. You were certain it did once the relaxed feeling started to shift into arousal. You scanned the room, eyeing the exits. Another person exited the office, this one was crying. Maybe it was the rose tint of the air but you could have sworn you saw a glimmer around of a chain and collar around their neck. But when they turned back to glance at the remaining members of the group it was gone. 

The moth leaned against the door frame and called the next person with a kind voice. You could see through the lie. Panic made your heart beat harder as Valentino looked you up and down, grinning. Two more people in front of you. The two guards who were overseeing things were flirting with a woman who clearly worked at the studio. Judging from how little she was wearing it was pretty clear what kind of studio it was. You felt the best bet you had was to return the way you came, the rest of the building was a mystery. If you went at the right time, wait till the other goes into the office, giving you the most time possible between Valentino last seeing you and when he comes back out. Fuck, one person left in front of you. The office door closed and you made your move, you watched the guards out of the corner of your eye as you reached for the door. But the door came to you, hitting you in the face and knocking you to the ground. 

Vox pushed the door open without looking, aggravated and trying to listen to the rambling of his annoying assistant. And the other two that were following, whatever their names were. On the other side, he felt a thud and heard a yelp. He stepped into the room to see you on the ground. Your robe had come open, exposing your nude form. He couldn’t help but trail his eyes up your curves as he leaned over to help you up. Thick hips, long legs. He tried not to be obvious as he drank you in. 

“Aw, sweetheart, I’m so sorry. I didn’t see you there.” 

“No, I’m sorry I was in the way,” you tried to tie your robe closed but were flustered. He helped you up.

Fuck fuck fuck. You thought. So much for an escape. Wait… did he have a TV as a face? Hell was a weird place. 

“You, what are you standing there for? Go get her a bag of ice,” he barked at one of his assistants. He held your chin with his claws, examining you. Your face was flushed, likely from the effects of the smoke. “How many fingers am I holding up?” 

“Um…two.”

“Well, I think you’ll live,” he chuckled and gave you a smile that could only be described as charming. “You should sit down.” 

He guided you back to your spot on the bench. Exactly where you didn’t want to be. His assistant returned with a bag of ice. He placed it on your head where the door had left a red mark. You couldn’t help but notice the way he looked at you. Maybe you could use this. He was clearly important. Maybe he had the power to get you out of this. You had no idea if he was better or worse than the bug pimp, but the way he looked at you felt far less nefarious. 

“Thank you,” you said, holding the ice. You smiled sweetly and let your eyes explore his screen. “Blue is my favorite color.�� 

Vox blushed, caught off guard. Damn, your smile was intoxicating he thought as he pictured what other precious expressions your face would make. What sounds could that pretty little voice create while he was fucking you from behind? He smiled back at you, ready to put on the charisma when Val called to him. He groaned and excused himself. Vox entered the office, closing the door. 

You had this last chance, as he left, to do something. You didn’t need to do much acting, the effects of the tart pink air were clearly in effect. This was how Val got them. Clueless, scared, and now horny, he swindles them. You sit on the edge of the bench, legs clenched and robe closed only enough to cover the private areas. You saw the door open, you didn’t look up but listened for Vox’s footsteps to get closer. The person next to you was called in. You bit your lip, gripped at your robe, and breathed heavily. He’d think you were trying to fight the arousal, which you were, and maybe it would be enough. Even if he just wanted to fuck you, it could open up possibilities of an escape. You saw Vox enter your peripherals. You clenched as your chest heaved. You looked up at him as he passed. Your needy eyes met his, he was already looking at you as he passed. Just take the bait. Fuck. He kept walking. Your heart sank. 

Vox stopped at the door. He’d been lonely. He was busy. Val was busy. And when he wasn’t he was usually fucking Angel. Vox could benefit from blowing off some steam. And you looked so soft and delicate. He also didn’t like the idea of you being under contract with Val. The prettier one is, the worse the experience when it comes to working for Val. And you were so very pretty. Val would be annoyed. But fuck him. Vox turned around and walked back over to you. You had tears forming in your eyes as you looked up at him surprised.   

“Would you like to come with me?” he asked, holding out his hand. 

“Yes, please,” you shook your head eagerly. 

He took your arm and walked you out of the studio. You sighed with relief. You tried your best to memorize the hallways and directions taken. But how warm his arm felt against yours held most of your attention. You took the elevator up to his penthouse. You tried to note the floor numbers but the ache was at the forefront of your mind. You gripped his arm. You were worried you wouldn’t make it to the penthouse. He must have had the same thought because once the elevator doors closed, your robe was ripped open and you were shoved against the wall. His body held yours against the cold surface of the elevator. His mouth surprised you, you assumed you’d be kissing a screen. But sure enough, you could feel lips and tongue against yours. It tingled slightly, like static. His eager hands roamed your body, gripping your curves. He pressed himself into you, his hard erection apparent. Your body suddenly felt hot, throbbing with your pulse as he ground into you.

The elevator dinged, arriving at the penthouse. He didn’t break away from you, but instead lifted you up, legs wrapped around his waist he carried you. The hallway from the elevator to the door to his penthouse wasn’t very far. He kicked the door in, you could have sworn you heard the wood break. You kept telling yourself to look around you, but your escape plan had been forgotten. All you could see was the illuminating blue surrounding you. 

Only when he reached the bed did his mouth break from yours. He laid you down on the large soft bed, far too big for one person. His mouth kissed down your body. He kneeled down on the floor and dragged your ass to the edge of the bed. He gripped the back of your thighs, pushing them towards you. You gasped as his electric tongue glided between your wet folds, circling your clit. He lapped at your soaked cunt like a man starved. His tongue entered you, vibrating against your soft walls. You’d been eaten out before but this was something entirely different. His tongue glided back up and you let out a desperate moan as a light zap stung your clit. 

“Hmmmph-ahhhh! Fuck.” you gasped. 

His claws tightened on your thighs as your legs shook with each small surge of electricity. Your orgasm was quickly building, you gripped at the bedding. Zap. 

“Come for me, sweetheart.” 

Zap. Zap.

“I’m… mmhhmm… close…. Ah..”

“Let me hear you sing.”

The tension reached its peak and you shivered. Zap, zap, zap. You moaned loudly as you came, overstimulated by the electrical charges pushing you to your climax. Vox felt your walls tighten around his tongue. 

Vox wiped his face with the back of his hand and crawled on top of you. You desperately fumbled with his belt before finally throwing it to the floor. You pulled his hard cock out of his undone pants. You ran your hand up and down it slowly, feeling the precum spread between your fingers. You bit your lip as you looked up at him. 

“Like what you see babe?” 

“Mmhmm,” you nodded. You glided the tip of his erection against your clit in small circles. “Please. Fuck me.” 

“How can I say no when you ask so nicely?” Vox smirked as you glided his head between your folds, lining it up with your pulsing cunt. “Fuck doll, you are so damn wet.” 

He pushed in slowly, tightly gliding in with a squelch. He let out a small groan as his pelvis met yours. He pulled out halfway and snapped back in with a slap. Again. And again. You moaned. 

“You like feeling Daddy’s cock inside you?” he asked, grunting. 

“Mhmm.. ah… yes!” your eyes slit and face flushed. This was a game you had no problem playing. “Please Daddy, let me cum on your cock.” 

“Jesus…” You felt his erection pulse inside you at the words. He grabbed your face in his claws, thumb pulling down your lip. “You are just a little fucking slut, aren’t you?” 

“I’m Daddy’s little slut,” you moaned as you ran the tip of your tongue over his thumb. “Harder. Pleassee.” 

“Fuckkkkkk I am glad I didn’t skip that meeting with Val,” he gave a heavy exhale as he pounded you. He lifted your legs over his shoulders, angling his thrust deeper. He felt a sense of satisfaction as he bottomed out and your eyes rolled back into your head. “Holy Hell doll, you feel so good.”

At this point, you weren’t making any sounds that could pass as coherent speech. Mumbles, moans, and gasps flooded from your mouth as you gripped the bedding under you. 

“Fuucc..ckk… uhhh… mm… please Daddy. I’m.. .ahhhgnnn… close.” 

Vox hissed as your soft walls sucked him in, orgasm quickly approaching. His thrusts fell out of rhythm, becoming less controlled. Your tight wet cunt clenching him encouraged his climax. He leaned forward, wrapping a hand around your throat. His screen glitched slightly. 

“You’ve been a ğ̵̛̜̘͉͉̳͚̭̞̰͂̄́̓̈̍̂̽́̀̚͘ö̵̫̬͔̠̫͉̹͚́̽ǒ̴̱͈̺̩̙̲̠̙͛̓͋ͅd̵̨̧̺̹̰̫͙͇̲̩̅̂͊̄̓̿ ̵̟͇͉͓̥̙͒̎̓͌̀͆̈́̉g̶̹͇̘̞̘̲͕̹͓̦̽̏͑͆͆̐́͂̎̈́̒͑̓͌̀i̵̧̧̧̲̝͙͇͉͉͓̥̝̓̿͗̀͋̄̿̿r̷̛̙̜̜̠̳͇̱̫͉̟͔̲̽̌́̔̚͝͝l̴̙̗̬̑̿̇͐̿̓̃͝ for Daddy, taking me so well,” he grunted “And good girls get cummed in, don’t they?” 

“Ughhhmmm. Yes Dad…ddyy. Cum in me ple…ase,” you cried.

You bit your lip as his claw around your neck tightened, sharp slapping thrusts jostled you. Your whole body tensed as you came. Vox moaned loudly as his pleasure peaked, releasing inside of you. His face filled with a colorful error screen before returning to normal and collapsing on top of you with a sigh. He pulled out of you as his erection softened. He rolled onto his back next to you. 

“Fuck that… that was exactly what I needed,” he exhaled contently. 

“Mmmhmmm.”

“What do you need, doll?” he rolled over to his side to look at you. “You hungry? I can order us some food.”

“That sounds great,” you realize you haven’t eaten since arriving in Hell. “Wouldn’t mind a hot shower.” 

“Anything you want princess. It’s yours.” 

The bath mat was soft on your feet. The bathroom was large and fancy. The showerhead had several settings and knobs. You let out a relaxed hum, the forced shower earlier was abrasive and not that warm. This however was magnificent, you could definitely get used to this. The scalding water felt wonderful, the events of the day had left you sore. What an eventful first day in Hell, you laughed to yourself, falling to Hell and getting pounded by a TV. You wanted to stay in the shower for an eternity but also didn’t want to keep Vox waiting. You dried your hair off on the large soft towel before putting your robe back on.

While you were in the shower Vox put in a delivery order, ignoring the 10 missed calls from Val. The dining table was smaller, meant for four people. It sat in a windowed cove overlooking the city. The table was covered in to-go boxes. 

“Wasn’t sure what you like so I got a little of everything.” 

“That’s so nice of you, I didn’t realize how hungry I was until I smelt the food.”

You stood at the window taking in the city. You scanned the horizon, wide-eyed. Hell was a sight to take in. Tails of smoke rose from the city in several locations. Gunfire blazed in the distance.

“Looks scary out there.”

“You are safe here,” he stood behind you, placing his hand on your lower back. “I’m going to take good care of you,” he reached for a rectangular gift box that was on the table. “Take that off.” 

You left the small robe to fall to the floor. He opened the box, pulling out a rich blue robe. It was long and drapey, very dramatic, like something an old-fashioned movie starlet would wear at their vanity. He slipped it on over your shoulders. You tied it at your waist. You looked up into his screen with adoration. He ran a finger over your cheek and smiled back. 

Yeah, fuck the escape plan. 

[pathanga]

Friendship bracelets & fan-cams - The 'fangirlification' of Motorsports

It’s no secret that motorsports and sports in general are seeing a surge in popularity. Formula One enjoyed a crowd of 1.3 million watching the Las Vegas Grand Prix, a brand new track with no history. But is this due to organic interest in the sport? Out of these 1.3 million, how many turned the race on for the first time with no expectations except to see fast cars zip through a street circuit? Or did they watch with an expectation, with the basic knowledge that can only come from consuming content on social media? 

Shows like Drive to Survive (Formula One) and There Can Only Be One (MotoGP) have a reputation to be dramatized, fans of the shows labeled as ‘DTS fans’ and not true fans of the sport. This, unfortunately, is a common occurrence in many fan circles, affecting mainly women and younger fans, pushing them away from the sport. Mention your interest in Formula one or MotoGP around a certain group and expect to be quizzed on what DRS stands for or on what happened in Sepang between Valentino Rossi and Marc Marquez. Name a popular driver and brace yourself to be accused of liking them for their looks.

But there has been a change, not a sudden one, but a change that has been long coming.

The online fan-spaces of sports have slowly filled by more women, sharing their opinions, ‘live-tweeting’ and ‘live-blogging’ their reactions. It’s become a trend to make races an event with bracelet trading and painted shirts. This isn’t anything new, Japanese fans are known to flood Suzuka with intricate hats, each bigger than the last. The Tifosi (fans of historic team Ferrari) are known to come dressed in elaborate costumes. Popes, Priests and many more religious figures flock to Imola and Monza to bless the Ferrari Drivers. You can joke that Charles Leclerc enjoys a fan-base of mostly younger women, but the dedication Italian men show to him cannot be topped.

Even the teams and the sport itself are embracing the new attention from their fan circles. Duracell, battery manufacturers and sponsors of the Williams F1 team, have jumped in head first, posting ‘fan-cam Fridays’ of drivers Alex Albon and Logan Sargent. Ferrari has even joined in, fans joking that the team posts ‘thirst traps’ of the drivers when they don't live up to standards. MotoGP takes a more subtle route, their latest campaign ‘under the skin’ an intimate look into the scars and tattoos of the riders. But the upturned eyes and soft lighting feels less than educational.

But is this a healthy path for the sport to go down? Should the sport rely on their drivers' looks and marketability to gain fans instead of pushing innovation and talent? It's a gray area at best. The days of proclaimed playboy Jenson Button prove that looks and talent can be balanced. But BrawnGP wasn't posting Jenson in an ice bath after a tough race. 

If we are exploring the marketability of teams and its pitfalls we have to discuss Haas and Guenther Steiner. Moneygram Haas Formula One was once a pool of potential, the only American team on the grid. Haas could have been the envy of the grid, pride of the American fans. But Haas sits comfortably towards the back of the grid, known for Lego brick cars, the phoenix called Romain Grosjean and their Ex-team principal Guenther Steiner. Driver to Survive captured Guenther as a character in the paddock, with his colourful language and quotable sentences. Newer fans were swayed by his portrayal and then ultimately disappointed when their underdog lost to the dominant Max. 

In the end, none of it matters. The sport is ever evolving and will always be evolving. The beloved Halo, saviour of many, was once seen as a curse. Only time will tell if the ‘fangirlification’ will bring the sport down or uplift it. It's not about the race to create the perfect sport, but more about the history and community built from it.

Yes Max Verstappen may be dominating the grid, but off-grid the real winners are the fans, watching history be made, and even be part of it.

[fenrislorsrai]

Valentino’s Costume Group in California is shutting down and liquidating

THREE HUNDRED THOUSAND ITEMS

That includes vintage costumes all the way back to the 1920s, armor, fursuits, shoes, vintage hats, armor, children's sizes, plus sizes, HAT PATTERNS, sewing machines, cutting tables, fabric, sewing supplies. EVERYTHING.

Sale is Monday May 6th through Wednesday May 8th 2024. The sale is open to professionals (designers, producers, stylists, etc) 9-12 M-Wk, and to the general public 1-5. Cash or card, show packages and bulk negotiable.

5535 Cahuenga Blvd, North Hollywood, CA 91601

Info on Twitter and Facebook

Share the info here or on another platform with every cosplayer and film or theatere person you know even close to the area.

[e-m-p-error]

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 . ( nsfw edition. ) - Valentino

RULES: bold which option your prefer (or, in some cases, maybe just hates the least!) out of each of the following pairs

submissive or dominant?

whips or chains?

handcuffs or shibari?

pillow princess or power bottom?

voyeur or exhibitionist?

blindfolds or spreader bars?

butt plugs or vibrators?

edging or multiple rounds?

knots or ovipositor?

spanking or scratching?

ball gag or muzzle?

strap on or double sided dildo?

one on one or group sex?

vanilla or kinky?

lengthy cocks or girthy cocks?

small boobs or large boobs?

ass or chests?

thighs or arms?

hot wax or knifeplay?

loud or quiet?

biting or sucking?

collars or piercings?

costumes or lingerie?

laughing & silliness during sex or an intensity & power struggle during sex?

fucking a virgin or fucking someone with experience?

face to face or from behind?

phone sex or sexting?

cumming inside or cumming outside?

being filled or bukkake?

dirty talk or degradation?

role play or porn on in the background?

public edging or filming in the bedroom?

condom or bareback?

lube or raw?

video call masturbation or sexy selfies?

blood play or breath play?

face fucking or anal sex?

leather or PVC?

morning sex or evening sex?

clothes on or clothes off?

tagged by: Nobody

tagging: @videokilled, @arachn0philia, @overangeled, @rocxyoulikeahurricane, @qveenofgluttony (Beelza), @infernalight (Vox), @peppy-jester

[cesiousblue]

Most of my picks from the liquidation sale at Valentino's Costume Group in North Hollywood (if you're in the area it's still going on til may 11 2024)

Stand out is definitely the extremely blue regency coat. I'm gonna have to build a whole regency outfit around it

[yessadirichards]

When it comes to Hollywood strikes, it's not just entertainment industry that's being hurt

LOS ANGELES

The company had struggled for years, tossed around by pandemic-induced production shutdowns that began in March 2020. Last year, though, business for Valentino’s Costume Group had finally picked back up.

Hoping to capitalize on that good fortune, the shop moved in January to a North Hollywood space twice the size of its old building.

Then Hollywood's screenwriters and actors went on strike. Now, says co-owner Shon LeBlanc, Valentino’s can no longer afford to pay its rent.

“My chest is tightening because the money is so tight,” says LeBlanc, bemoaning the Alliance of Motion Picture and Television Producers’ apparent lack of urgency to try to reach an agreement with the unions. “When is the mayor going to step in and say, ‘I’m ordering you guys to figure something out because you’re about to collapse the economy in Los Angeles?’”

It has been well over 100 days since members of the Writers Guild of America stopped working, and more than a month since the actors union joined them. LeBlanc’s is just one story of many detailing the financial ripple effects.

From studio rentals and set construction to dry cleaning for costumes and transportation to sets, it’s hard to find a corner of the Los Angeles economy that has entirely escaped the reverberations.

“A movie set in one day can generate tens of thousands of dollars," says Kevin Klowden, chief strategist with the Milken Institute, a think tank that researches social and economic issues. “Depending on the level of activity, it can be hundreds of thousands of dollars.”

The last writers strike, more than 15 years ago, took three months to resolve and is conservatively estimated to have cost $2.1 billion in lost output. This time around, the number will be harder to measure given how much production costs, locations and timelines have changed in recent years thanks to technological improvements and increased globalization.

“We tend to think of productions as sort of a self-contained thing,” Klowden says, while in reality, a production often spans companies and even countries. Projects are often “shipped off” to New Zealand for the addition of visual effects, he cites as an example. “The larger a production is, the more likely you are to see a whole bunch of different tax credit mentions at the end.”

Both guilds are seeking to address issues brought about by the dominance of streaming services, which have changed all aspects of production, from how projects are written to when they’re released.

For the writers, the guild has said the use of small staffs, known as “mini rooms” (a riff on the notion of the “writers' room”), for shorter time periods has made a living income hard to achieve. Actors' concerns include protections on the use of artificial intelligence.

Although talks between the WGA and the AMPTP have resumed, there are no plans between the actors and studios to return to the bargaining table.

“I’m not really understanding what the silent treatment is,” SAG-AFTRA President Fran Drescher told The Associated Press last week. “It could be a tactical strategy to see if we they can wait us out until we lose our resolve and then they can make a better deal for themselves.”

In an earnings call at the beginning of August, Hudson Pacific executives tried to assuage concerns about the financial impact that the strikes are having on their businesses, while still conceding the reality behind those fears. The company owns both Quixote and Sunset Studios, two major equipment and studio rental companies in the entertainment industry.

“We’re all hugely aware of the shrapnel around the industry in general and all of the residual businesses that are getting affected. It will start to feel fairly painful,” warned its chair and CEO Victor Coleman in response to questions of how long the strikes may last. “It will be damaging. And I think everybody is very cognizant of that.”

The uncertain duration of the strikes looms large over every business feeling the financial effects, with fallout spreading well beyond the entertainment industry. Restaurants, coffee shops, even nail salons that neighbor major studios — they're all desperate for a quick resolution.

Patys Restaurant, a Toluca Lake staple that boasts regulars including Steve Carell and Adam Sandler, has seen a major slump in business from diners and catering orders, according to owner George Metsos. He cites lost businesses from obvious patrons — actors, writers, crew members — but also speaks of other regulars who aren’t coming in: electricians, set carpenters and the drivers who stop in for breakfast on their way to work at the nearby valley studios.

Emmanuel Pelargos, who owns Astro Burger across the street from Paramount Studios in Hollywood, says the regular presence of writers and actors on the picket lines has not offset the decline in business from halted productions.

“They come in sometimes," he says of the picketers, “but it’s mostly to use the bathroom.”

Corrie Sommers, vice president of the Toluca Lake Chamber of Commerce, says the timing of the strikes — on the heels of financial recovery from the pandemic — hits small businesses particularly hard.

“The strike ... has just set everybody backwards again. Only this time, there’s not the aid that is needed,” Sommers says. “No one’s saying, ‘Here’s some free money to bail you out. Here’s some money to float you through.’ That’s not there anymore. And it’s affecting everybody.”

Sommers, also a real estate agent in the area, cites multiple clients who were interested in buying homes but changed their minds.

“I’ve personally had about five buyers in the last three months say, ‘I’m going to have to wait until next year because I don’t know what’s happening,’” she says.

While many on strike acknowledge the financial burdens on both peers in the industry and their neighbors outside of it, the writers are standing by their decision with renewed vigor on the picket lines after the much larger actors guild joined them.

Luvh Rakhe, a member of the WGA negotiating committee who has written for hit shows like “It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia” and “New Girl,” is acutely aware of the financial costs. But he believes people across industries and professions know it is necessary.

“I don’t think anyone is, like, blase and happy about the momentary disruption to their lives," Rakhe says, “but they understand why it happened and what it is hoping to achieve.”

Despite the burdens being placed on people in peripheral lines of work, many of them say there is a general sense of solidarity. LeBlanc, the Valentino's co-owner, continues to underscore his support, even amid the uncertain future of his 25-year-old business. (To answer his question, Los Angeles Mayor Karen Bass hasn't indicated she will intervene, but did say in a statement in early August that she is “ready to personally engage with all the stakeholders in any way possible to help get this done.”)

To keep the shop afloat, Valentino's has started a GoFundMe to pay the rent for now. LeBlanc is hopeful that if they can raise enough money for the next month or so, Halloween and school productions starting back up will get them through the rest of the year.

“We do have things coming up,” he has assured the landlord. “We just need to get some money in here to get us over the hump.”

[cavenewstimes]

The Collateral Damage Of The Hollywood Strikes

LOS ANGELES (AP)– The business had actually had a hard time for several years, considered by pandemic-induced production shutdowns that started in March 2020. In 2015, however, company for Valentino’s Costume Group had actually lastly selected back up. Wanting to profit from that good luck, the store relocated January to a North Hollywood area two times the size of its old structure. Hollywood’s…

[101now]

When it comes to the Hollywood strikes, it’s not just the entertainment industry that’s being hurt – Daily News

By KRYSTA FAURIA LOS ANGELES — The company had struggled for years, tossed around by pandemic-induced production shutdowns that began in March 2020. Last year, though, business for Valentino’s Costume Group had finally picked back up. Hoping to capitalize on that good fortune, the shop moved in January to a North Hollywood space twice the size of its old building. Then Hollywood’s screenwriters…

[apocalypse-shuffle]

SLASHERS

& other horror characters

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IMAGINES / ONESHOTS

Ghostface(s)

Billy Loomis / Ghostface 1.0: “Pumpkin” You and Billy have a Halloween Party to get to. He just wasn’t expecting your choice in costume. (SFW, fem!reader)

Amber Freeman / Ghostface 8.0: “Sent A Whole World Crying” You accidentally let Amber know that you think she’s Ghostface (through DM’s); she’s not about to let you live through that mistake, obviously…probably. (NSFW, fem!reader, background MindyxReader)

Danny “Jed Olsen” Johnson / The Ghost Face (DBD): “Strike A Pose” You’re almost one of The Ghost Face’s victims, until you realize you’re the current object of his curiosity of course. (NSFW, 18+, fem!reader & victim!reader)

Danny “Jed Olsen” Johnson / The Ghost Face (DBD): “Try Not to Scream” After you’ve been with Danny for a little while, the instance of him kidnapping you and revealing who he really was behind you but not forgotten, he decides it’s high time he start desensitizing you to what it is he does. (NSFW, 18+, fem!reader & dark!reader)

Sam (trick r’ treat)

“I Scream” Getting Sam to try some new treats when he comes back around for Halloween. (SFW, platonic!reader)

Eddie Munson (stranger things)

“Say It” You, Eddie, & the back of his van. (NSFW, 18+, fem!reader)

Jesse Cromeans / Chromeskull

“Picture Perfect” Jesse photographs and records you. (NSFW, 18+, fem!reader)

“Something Simple” Further kink exploration. (NSFW, 18+, fem!reader)

“Romantic Call” The two of you aren’t supposed to be calling him, he’s busy, but Asa can’t be surprised about you and Jesse pushing his buttons— and Jesse knows for a fact he isn’t too mad either. (NSFW, 18+, fem!reader, poly relationship)

Erik / The Phantom of the Opera

“An Amati to be Worshipped” Erik just can’t keep that mysterious demeanor about him when it comes to you. Or his temper. Or his lust. (NSFW, 18+, fem!reader)

Jason Voorhees

“Pretty Pastels & Marijuana Leaves” Walking with Jason as he gathers up (and adds to) all the dead bodies from the last group of victims unlucky enough to encroach on Crystal Lake. (SFW, fem!reader & callous!victim!reader, 09’ reboot)

The Vees (Hazbin Hotel)

“Live Demonstration” After constantly fighting the Vees’ authority Vox sends you to watch an execution in order to scare you into submission; Valentino couldn’t make your situation any worse if he tried. (SFW, 16+, fem!reader)

HEADCANONS / SPURTS

Jesse Cromeans / Chromeskull & Asa Emory / The Collector

“Boogie Bitch” Slashers first meeting w/ a Fem!Reader who’s also a Slasher (SFW, Jesse & Asa) hc

Slashers w/ a Soft!Girly!Reader pt.2 (mildNSFW, 18+, fem!reader, Jesse & Asa) hc

The Sinclair Brothers

Slashers w/ a Soft!Girly!Reader pt.1 (mildNSFW, 18+, fem!reader, all 3 brothers) hc

Leatherface(s)

Slashers w/ a Soft!Girly!Reader pt.1 (mildNSFW, 18+, fem!reader, Thomas Hewitt) hc

Michael Myers(s)

Slashers w/ a Soft!Girly!Reader pt.1 (mildNSFW, 18+, fem!reader, original or 2018) hc

Dating (or just coexisting with) Michael Myers (NSFW, 18+, fem!reader, Carpenter/Akkad Continuity) hc

Sex w/ Michael Myers (NSFW, 18+, fem!reader) hc

Ghostface(s)

Ghostface(s) w/ a Goth!Reader (NSFW, 18+, fem!reader, multi-slasher) hc

“Birthdays” w/ Stu•M & Billy•L spurt#11

Candyma(e)n

“After Laughter” w/ Anthony•M spurt#3

Eddie Munson (stranger things)

“2A?” w/ Eddie spurt#2

The Vees (Hazbin Hotel)

A minor AI demon gaining the ire and (reluctant) infatuation of the Vees. (SFW, 16+, non-romantic, fem!oc) hc & oc!fic

[ducavalentinos]

[...]A portrait of Cesare Borgia, by the hand of Pinturicchio, was found in his frescoes at Castel Sant 'Angelo; but these were destroyed. Fortunately, those of the Borgia Apartment in the Vatican have been preserved; and then, when we have already written about it before, we must dwell here again on the two frescoes, the "Disputation of St. Catherine" and the "Resurrection", in which Pinturicchio would have, according to some, also placed the portrait of Valentino. The first of those two paintings are divided into two lateral groups, between which there is an arch, imitated by that of Constantine, but with the Borgia bull at the top, and in the frieze accompanied by a Pacis cultori, to the lover of peace: title, of which Alexander VI was evidently pleased with, since we also read it in the commemorative medal of the restoration of Castel Sant 'Angelo. To the left of the triumphal arch sits a richly adorned throne of the emperor Maximinus [Daia]; in front of him, with fluttering blond hair, lavishly dressed in clothes in the colors of the Borgia coat of arms - red and blue - is the young Catherine of Alexandria,[...]We have already written how in St. Catherine [scholars] have wanted to recognize Lucrezia Borgia, and in the Turkish and oriental figure on horseback the Sultan Zizim[Djem] and the Duke of Gandia.

Here we are interested in the figure of Emperor Maximinus, in which the painter would have reproduced, according to some, the likeness of Cesare Borgia. It is true that the pointed beard and long reddish-blond hair suggest numerous other Valentino portraits. Except that these portraits are of the Valentino condottiero, already a man, while Pinturicchio painted the Borgia Apartment between 1493 and 1495, when Cesare was between eighteen and twenty years old; and that cannot be the age of Emperor Maximinus in the fresco by the Umbrian painter.   

[...]With greater resemblance we can recognize a Cesare Borgia, this time however a young boy, in another fresco by Pinturicchio, that of the "Resurrection", with Pope Alexander VI kneeling and praying to the risen Christ. To the right of the pope there are three figures in whom [scholars] have wanted to recognize the three sons of Alexander VI.

The one on the far right, dressed in a red bodice and blue cloak (the colors of the Borgias), with rich sandals on his feet, who turns back as if calling others to see the miracle of the empty tomb, would be Giovanni Duke of Gandia. The one on the far left, lying in front of the tomb sleeping, with his head bent, would be Goffredo [Gioffre] in full armor, with greaves, cuirass, vest; and on his head a red cap, from which the wave of blond hair is released. Between one and the other, kneeling with his left leg, with long blond hair, with stockings, bodice and red cap, would be Cesare, who with both hands holds a high halberd, and from the bodice a light shirt of iron, edged with gold falls over his thighs.     Who interprets those three figures of soldiers is an art expert, Corrado Ricci. In his quoted volume on Pinturicchio; and in support of this affirmation he gives a reason that has its weight. “Those three figures - he writes - are certainly portraits, and it seems to us that the type, the costume, the gracefulness, and their great youth must easily persuade that they cannot have arisen in the painter's idea as soldiers in general of the bodyguard: soldiers, who rise from the art paintings adults, strong, rough, with sinister faces. And the presence of Alexander VI suggests that they represent the three sons, who lived with him then, at an absolutely corresponding age ”. For our part, we do not reject Ricci’s hypothesis; we must only observe that when he sees Giovanni Duke of Gandia in the character on the far right, it follows the opinion, fairly widespread, that he was the eldest son of Alexander VI. But it is proved that the oldest of the three was Cesare**, and Giovanni came after him. The figure on the far right in Pinturicchio's fresco would therefore be Cesare Borgia, and the one in the middle Giovanni, Duke of Gandia.   - Gustavo Sacerdote, Cesare Borgia: la sua vita, la sua famiglia, i suoi tempi. Note: **Although Sacerdote and other scholars sustain the belief Cesare was the eldest son, that it’s still uncertain and a point of debate within Borgia historical literature.