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"Look honey - it's on sale now, only $7500! Oh, I really need those gorgeous necklace and earrings.
You know you *want* to buy it for me... please? Pretty please?
No? Fine. How about if I promise to dress you up...?"
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Mary Orton
#feminine fashion#pleated skirt#white skirt#polka dot blouse#tie up sandals#pretty outfit#kirstydreaming
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Luciana Stefan
#brunette#vintage#vintage blogger#1950s#50's#video#puffed sleeves#poka dots#polka dot skirt#polka dot dress#hairband#pearls#pearl earrings#polka dot blouse#belted#flower print#swing dress#beret#skirt twirl#white red#red dress#black dress
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wearing all black to my job interview on an 80+ degree day to show that i can withstand torture and therefore work a customer service job
#unfortunately my professional clothes are all black. but i should have tried to get away w the blouse that is primarily white#it just also had black polka dots and red flowers. it still looks professional enough and would have been much cooler today#today im rockin the black pussybow blouse a la russell of last years latte promo images#and oh wonderful my bus is late . currently waiting in line
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Owen, 20
“I’m wearing a black boat neck blouse with a white chiffon dress shirt that had a polka dotted scarf attached, and a 60s kimono with velvet details and fringe paired with a 20s style flapper chain. All top sitting on a nice pair of jeans and slingback GH Bass loafers.”
Apr 13, 2024 ∙ Chelsea
#nyc looks#street style#street fashion#new york#style#outfit#vintage#fashion#ootd#new york street style
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Psycho Killer
Halloween special
▪︎warning : g!p , ghostface, pwp, roleplay, unprotected, slight dacryphilia, glove/mask kink, scream spoilers + references, dumbification, knife play, biting,fingering, riding her face mask, hair pulling, squirting, cunnilings, pussy drunk, spit, praise, dirty talk , pet names. Mdni
▪︎genre : smut
(Spelling and grammar mistakes)
"Now girl , what the fuck was that," a voice that sounds a bit muffled murmurs out to you. You're laid on the ground , seeing the life flash before your eyes as the edge of her jagged knife glimmers against the ceiling light. Peeking one eye open, you're met with the covered soulless eyes of the infamous ghosetface mask , and she's tilting her head at you. "Did I hear you right?" .
"You moaned , doll," she replies, and the cottony flaps of her clothes costume brush against your skin the closer she gets . As the coolly aerating air turns dead silent for a few moments, you could hear the sounds of her irregular breaths -deep sinister breaths . . And for some reason, it makes your thighs clench, and not in fear. "Right as I said I was gonna gut ya like a fish," and your own breathing hitched once her gloved finger strokes your lip. "And I ut the knife riiiiiiight down here," she slowly drags the prop down your nearly torn top, " you moaned right as I was about to strike. Why?"
" I think...your hearing things," you rub the back of your neck, but you left off yet another moan the second she slides a knee between your legs.
"Nah," the masked women jibes, and it's as if she's staring right through your clothes. With a gloved hand she pulls u her mask, only showing part of her face. She pulls it down inches below her nose as you glance at her smooth lips. "Think I heard quite well Princess. " and she slowly grazes the soft end of the knife further and further down your skin. "Besides, like I said earlier .. I wanna play a game- and we can start with me asking," and she pauses, leaning u close to the shell of your ears warm breath tickling against your lobe ." You're not wearing panties right now, are you doll?"
Right at her words- your thighs stuck together and you felt a shiver run down your spine , it's cold , and it made your eyebrows twitch at how intensely turned on u were.
Usually, most people would scream or run- hell, even fight back. But it's different when it's you .
As she continued to straddle over you , you could have sworn you saw this movie before..
and now, here you were-helpless indeed and on the floor as she hovers her
weight over you, waving a her knife in your face while her other hand mockingly cups your cheek.
"and if i'm not?" you mumble, fixating your eyes solely on the hole parts that shield her eyes. it's like you were staring at empty black voids, and no matter how hard you squinted you just couldn't see her at all. all you could make out was white and black plastic mask, and as she tilts her head again, she's returning the gaze.
fuck, each time she head tilts and cocks her head to a certain degree-it's like she's chalenging you, taunting you even, and you'd constantly feel your thighs squeeze together tighter and tighter.
"ah, well," she thinks for a moment, feeling her covered eyes bore at your body .in her mind, you looked so pretty sprawled all out and underneath her. with your chest heaving in and out as she continues to strum her gloved fingers down your exposed skin, she hums. "maybe i'd just have to take a look for myself;" and your breath hitches again once she slowly drags the whetted edge of the knife down your polka dot blouse.
With a loud tearing 'shiiek, a few of your buttons go loose as she's easily dividing through the fabric with the blade. "cute, i'm assuming you're not wearin' a bra either" and you felt yourself throb the moment she pauses her hands, staring at your perked tits. "phew," she whistles, giving your pretty physique a nice three second stare. "nice rack."
"you..aren't gonna?"
"what, kill ya? oh, no doll. now that wouldn't be fun," she purrs, finishing your sentence.
It was almost embarrassing at how your body responded to her. you didn't just wanted more, you craved it. staring right back at you were those same dark holes of that mask that you desperately wanted to see her true identity. just who was she? But judging from her voice though, it was a raspy low.. the the voice sounded a bit older and of course-
She had the body shape of a goddess
As she lets off a low sigh, she shrugs her shoulders. "you're too pretty for that. besides, i'm hard 'n that little moan you did nearly ruined me if i'm bein' honest."
As a small impish smile forms against your glossed pursed lips, your nerves lessen. you stare up at the women before exhaling slight sudden relief. so you were gonna be in the sequel, score.
"So... what, is this the part where i'm supposed to beg for my life, ms. ghostface?" you had nothing really to lose, so why not play around with him for a bit - reverse psychology.
"Actually" she clicks her tongue, swiping a thumb down the keen edge of her dagger. it's an eerie dead pause that whistles in the air once her loved hands brush against your skin before she continues.
"Thiis would be the part where you scream," and as she presses her mask all the way against face, she's so close that you get a glimpse of her lips that poke underneath the cover.
"but fuck it. since you're not scared yet, guess i'll have to get that heart racin' one way or another".
And Bada - who was apparently her name, does this in no other way but propping herself right between your legs. long story short, everything escalated quickly. so quickly that one minute you were on the floor quote and quote "fearing" for your life and the next.. ?
You find yourself being tossed on your velveteen cushioned sofa, voluntarily spreading your legs out for her like some slut out of a cheesy predictable horror movie.
If you were being completely honest, the real killer was her tongue. . because for the life of you, you just couldn't get over how sloppy she moved it in different directions.
Bada kept her mask on the entire time, but it's pulled up just a tad bit to where you're only getting a tiny glimpse of the lower part of her face. the fabric just barely shields the bottom part of her nose as her pretty lips press their way against your sopping folds.
"fuuuck" you'd whimper, preferring this over death any day. every few seconds, she'd purposely smear that part of her mouth against your cunt, earning out a candied 'ooh!' from you. within seconds, your numbed thighs were already starting to stick together - like glue.
Letting off a sharp drawn out gasp, you glance near your nightstand and the alarm that sits above it. the time was a quarter past two.. and well, some would ask how you'd even get yourself in this situation truth is, you didn't really know either but you damn sure weren't exactly complaining either. Bada found you a bit strange though.
Usually people would run from her but you.. you moaned right as you were about to meet your maker. weird, and hse's heard countless screams but never once like yours. that's kind of because yours wasn't even a scream, it was a literal moan. And she wanted to hear more and more of it.
It intrigued her - you intrigued her andshe sort of wants to make you scream in a whole other way though, especially since she's got you right where she wants. sprawled all out, legs fucking spread.. "Do you .. have to keep this stupid thing on?" you breathlessly grouse, a cute pout curling against your lips as your hands grab the top of her head.
You sort of liked you how she kept her ghostface mask on the entire duration she's positioned between your legs. with a tight grip, you yank her forward and she groans against your cunt. Bada peppers sloppy kiİsses against your pudgy folds before staring up at you, a faint smirk twisting against her own hips. huffing out an annoyed exhale, you grump." its not like im gonna turn you in or anything. i never even found ghostface scary anyway" .
Bada snickers. "yeahhh, right," and you shiver, watching with low hooded eyes as she gathers a glossy string of spit in her mouth. As your legs quivered from the single grip of one of her hands, she spits right on your teary pussy, watching the lustrous trail of slime drag down her chin.
"I'll think about it," and she laps her own mess right up, dexterously creating nasty slosh sounds with her exaggerated smacking lips.With a teasing pat of her gloved hand, sh smears the slick puddle that rests on your entrance before humming. "cute, seems like y'er pussy's tryna seduceme though."
You let off a whimper, not knowing how long your legs could remain open as she's toying with your clit. fat clothed fingers drag their way down your slobbering cunt, drawing various circles and shapes around your knobbling nub as a breath snatches from your full lungs. "s- shit, spit on it 's more," you'd weep, feeling your own lips part into a curling 'ơ shape as you're in carnal awe.
"Now, doll," she'd whisper against your folds, slurping you clean and savoring the taste of your bittersweet fervor on her tongue.
Bada brings two thick fingers toward the outer part of your clit before it slowiy starts to disappear inside. Its like a magic trick - you watch them slowly disintegrate inside of your sopping cunt and you whimper, feeling them curl their ways inside. As she's preparing to pump both digits inside, your tummy caves in and you let off a sweet moan the second her long digits start to scissor inside of you.
"Since 'm gonna spare ya, i think it's time we set some ground rules," and as her hot breath continues to fan against your twitching sex-your grip tightens near the top part of her mask " don't tell me how to eat, yeah?"
A timid whimper was your response and you watch how her lips carve into a haughty smile. with a second thought, Bada spanks your cunt and she hums, hearing the wet back-talking chatter of squelches leave from your pussy.
As you're twitching and pulsating from the tender stimulation-you feel her starting to lay her long tongue flat. starting from bottom to top, she eats out your cunt as if it was served to her on a silver fucking platter. "afraid 'm gonna need an answer, little girl."
"y- yes" you let off a soft shrilling gasp, feeling her callused fingertips prod deep inside your gummy clenching walls. bada's gloved digits felt scorchingly warm inside you, and with just a swift motion, she twirls them 'round and round, barreling each long inch inside of your pretty pussy.
The feeling alone made your stomach flutter uncontrollably as your teeth sink into the skin coating your bottom lip. this was bad, this was really really bad.. you were probably breaking every cliche horror movie rule in the book..or in this case, the script. you were supposed to run, not open your legs. but, what's the saying? you only live once, and that's if you survive her tongue.
Bada was ruthless.
Her head moves back and forth as she munched on your pussy, playfully nipping the pearly edges teeth against your clit. each time she does that, you're sensitive and you whine out a sweet battle cry, rutting your hips further into her greedy slick mouth. your legs nearly suffocated her but she didn't care, and each long stripe that she creates with her sticky tongue earns out a bundle of whiny whimpers from you.
You had no panties on, and she was basically eating you out with nothing but a skirt that's pulled up toward your waist-clinging against your jerking, active hips. “fuck, 'm gonna cum," you abruptly gasp, feeling your legs already starting to weaken.
By this point, she's not even eating your pussy anymore, she's damn near making out with it. bada's making out with your pussy - with tongue, and lots lots of it.
Shes creating darting motions with the pointed tip of her tongue, barely batting a single lash of an eye that her chin's starting to glimmer with sheeny slick. your sheeny slick.
As you occasionally look down, you only see that same part of her face that's shown-but it makes you throb regardless, just imagining just what she really looked like.
You knew she was tall-that much was apparent, a strong burly build and a cocky persona to match.
"yeah? give it to me then," she interrupts your thoughts as a wolffish grin spreads across her lips like butter. bada's thick fingers resume to mercilessly plummet in and out of you and she feels her jaw locking. your taste she couldn't get enough of it, and pretty soon she's s the epitome of pussy drunk.
You tasted so sweet, and you let off a whimper once she pulls up her mask just a little bit further. "heh;" she huffs out, and she stops it just at the hem of her button shaped nose. as that same wry smirk compresses against her lip. leaning all the way in, bada gives your cunt a three second sniff before cupping her lips over your pulsating cunt. "mmph-actually, hold on doll"
As you're panting heavily, a look of confusion marinates against your features once you watch her prepare to take off her mask. with a bubbly 'pop, bada slowly slides her fingers out of you before glancing at your impatient face.
"ah ah, close 'em," she clicks her tongue, watching your pretty clit twitch at her demand.
You pout, feeling a brief sting as you're being delayed of your long awaited release. with a cute sigh, you place a hand over eyes, your vision turning completely dark. "good girl.. now;' she huffs lowly, and you hear a bit of shuffling. bada sits you up and you feel something place underneath your legs.
Her voice was close, and it sounds like she's near the side of you. "cum on my mask, pretty girl. can ya do that for me?"
"Uh, okay," you shakily reply, feeling her prop up your hips to sit right up against the ghostly mouth part. it's eerily carved into a long hanging oval shape and you moan--feeling how warm it was from the front. it makes you pulse, knowing that her mouth was just behind that exact spot a few seconds ago.
Even though your eyes were still covered with your own hand, you feel a daunting chill run down your spine yet again, sensing her cold haunting presence. whoever she was, she was watching you right now, get off .. on her mask. you let off a quiet moan as your hips started to rut against the propped plastic.
You were drenched, and a bit of slick sticks down against your thighs. Bada feels her dick strain in her pants as she openly stares like a stalker - pretty, you looked so pretty like this. grinding your sweet cunt against the mask she wears on a daily. now that he thinks about it, it'd be a pretty good souvenir.
"Touch yourself too," she'd rasp, kneeling down closer to you. bada gets behind you, and you whimper once you feel the frigid edge of her knife slowly drag down your skin. she starts a trail, and she's safe surprisingly--making sure to not nip your skin, but it's close enough to where you feel the coldness of the steel.
As your needy whines pitch louder, you find yourself now guiding a hand near your bouncing breasts. a bit of the ripped fabric of your blouse runs against your fingertips and nada feels herself getting more hard just watching you.
"Yeah baby. that's it. get my fuckin' mask wet so i can taste it after"
"Bada ,m cumming-fuck" and as she's got one of her own hands grabbing onto to your left tit, you end up finishing. you're re cutely hysterical, creaming all on the mouth part of her mask as shame swells in your chest. "ngh, fuck fuck." you babble, your thighs submitting defeat as she pulls you back against her chest.
Bada presses a cold kiss near the left side of your neck. her frigid lips makes you whimper as your head tilts to the left.her touch. . you only wanted more, and she could tell fromn the way that the hand that was at first cupping your breast now starts to reach toward her wrist . "atta girl," she whispers, and right as you were about to remove your otherr hand off your eyes, she places her own back over your face. "nice try, sweetheart. gotta be patient."
You continue to pout, and bada slides the drenched front part of her mask from underneath your legs and brings it up to her lips. "mhm, would ya look at that," and as you're panting on her chest, still frantic from your recent orgasm, you hear her cleaning it off with her tongue.
She trails her tongue to where your cunt sat against the mouth part, lapping it up and relishes in your sweet taste entirely. "fuck, sweetest thing i've had in a while."
You dig your nails into her thigh as you're trying to get over your high, speaking in a needy voice. "b...bada," and she finds it cute how you're speaking through gritted teeth. she could tell you were annoyed with her, how you weren't fond of her teasing at all.
"Hm, what is it?" she replies, giving her mask a satisfied glance once she finishes. it shines in the dim lightand she licks her lips as the right side of her mouth twitches into a devious simper.
"Can.. can i have a kiss?" and the words came out of your mouth oh so sweetly.
You don't know what came over you, but your body was just fed up. something was screaming at you, hollering at you to get a taste. you throbbed, secretly yearning to feel her lips crash on yours.
The entire time she was buried between your legs, it was all you thought about, constantly. bada humms, tilting her head as he faces you. "a kiss, huh?" and she's still got a hand covering your eyes. she ponders about it for a while before a low guffaw leaves from her lips.
"Aw, you want a taste of yourself too , don't you dirty girl?" and once you shamelessly nod in response, bada's shoulders drop. "fine, you'll get that kiss. cmere," and you could feel her inching closer and closer closer.
Bada's prefume was loud -it's a manly musk of what you think was rosemary and cedarwood. it practically blinds the insides of your flared nostrils the more she closes the awkward distance between you both.
Your cunt's pulses start to quicken before she's merely just inches away from your lips now. "stupid, stupid girl," she pulls your bottom lip down with a gloved finger, and that's when she stares at your pretty plump lips before whispering. "beg me."
"im not gonna-"
"no beg, no fuckin' kiss," she cuts you off, and you grumble. it was almost embarrassing at how your pussy gave away your true dirty feelings. you continued to twitch, and you let off a defeated sigh once her smears a thumb Over your wet lips. "please.. please, kiss me," and as you speak, she continues to softly caress the curvature of your mouth. you could hear her breathing from behind the mask.
It was short raspy breaths and what would usually frighten most people, turned you on.
"that's more like it" and his lips were almost touching yours - almost, a mere breath away obedient. . good," and as she playfully licks near your bottom lip , bada grunts .
"mouth, open." you moan, feeling her hand reach between your legs, squeezing your pussy. Once your lips part and your mouth opens, bada spits right inside, staring as your cute tongue tries to catch it all.
It's quick, and before you knew it - her lips hurriedly crash onto yours. within seconds, teeth starts to clash amongst each other and you helplessly whine in her mouth. this, this was what you wanted. a kiss. one gloved hand of her remains covered over your eyes whilst another snakes Its way between your legs.
Bada's rubbing against your cunt, feeling your cute hips grind against her as you try to squirm . You were still so tender. her mouth was cold, and you can't help but moan at the literal taste of yourself washing back against your tongue.
Her lips curve into a sly smirk. "nasty girl," she murmurs between hot kisses, and you gasp once she starts to maneuver quicker circles against your cunt. you were soaked already, still sensitive from your recent release but that's when she lies you back down. as you fall down on the sofa, bada deepens the kiss for a few extra seconds, abruptly pulling away. a pretty decorated string of glittery saliva tugs away from both lips and he wipes your wet mouth, snickering. "such a damn baby. got me spoilin' you already, tch" she's still got your eyes covered, but that's right when you reach out.. not expecting your hand to grab near her hardened bulge that hides underneath her cloak.
Bada pauses, staring at you before you squeeze it and she groans. "what now, doll? still not satisfied?
" fuck me" you murmur, but it's more of a pathetic whine.
You didn't care anymore-you were at your wits ends. the erotic two wordsand six letters easily flowed past your lips as if you were dying to say it for the longest, and in this case- you were.
Bada's amused more than anything, and she's well aware that you're far not likethe others. this wasn't just a usual psycho killer versus helpless victim, this was something more.. "stong words, baby," she purrs against your ear, licking a stripe down your neck. bada holds your weak rickety hips in place, still shielding your eyes with her palm before showeringa good part of your collarbone with sloppy kisses.
uh oh, she was starting to get attached. already, she could feel it. . and she knewyou were gonna be nothing but a fucking problem in the long run. a problem she didn't mind tampering with for a bit.
"Say it again," she whispers, and this time she picks up her knife once more. it gradually tears down your blouse all the way from the center, openly staring your tits spring open. "tell me what you want me to do to you again," as her voice lowers a single octave within each coarse sentence, you squeeze your thighs together.
Bada focuses the edge of her knife against your skin and you shiver, feeling it softly brush against the bristles of hair that coat your skin. the thing that pissed her off though was that you weren't even scared of her..no, far from it actually. you were aroused-hell, maybe even just as crazy as her.
"Fuck me, bada." you repeat, taking it upon yourself to grab the handle of the knife. she raises a brow as she watches, and you bring the wooden end up to your lips, deciding to be a tease and lowering your mouth down it.
Bada huffs, growing annoyed at your audacity – but fuck, she's into it. and all she's imagining at the moment is your pretty lips that's wrapped around the handle of her knife being wrapped around her dick instead. you start sucking on it until it taps near the scaled back of your throat, reaching past the roof of your mouth and she scoffs. brat.
"Hot some nerve, suckin' on my damn knife, girl" and she snatches it away, softly turning you around, pushing you near the right arm of the couch.
You gasp, feeling her swat a hand against your bare ass before she grabs your hips. her movements were so fast that you could barely keep up let alone react. "fine, i'll fuck you," and she's not covering your eyes anymore.
Right as you were about to turn around, bada grabs the back of your neck with a gloved hand, tittering. "don't try me. eyes forward, head down" and you moan, feeling her pick your hips up-making your rear grind and jostle against her hardening bulge. "ass. fuckin: up."
You kiss your teeth, feeling another breath of air leave out your lungs before you whine. bada's rough, and she's got a firm grip against your waist before springing out her dick. she grunts, rolling her eyes as she watches you impatiently wriggle your ass, hoping she'd hurry up already.
"Can't wait, can ya baby?" she utters, stroking her length. as a thumb of her nearly grazes her throbbing vein, her eyes gaze toward your sopping creamy pussy. all wet, and just for her. the antagonizing wait for her to just fuck you like you wanted became almost unbearable, and the second you feel her tip side-swipe against the entrance of your cunt it was over.
A swollen fat tip smacks vigorously against your pussy, and one smack turns into two, then three, then four.. as she's slapping her mushroomy cockhead against your drooling pool of heat, you hear a low chortle from behind you.
"god, she's a fuckin' wet one, ain't she?" and you whine, hearing yourself squelch each time her angry tip whacks against your poor soddened flaps. 'whack after 'whack and the sounds of her dick slapping against your pussy slowly started to clank through one ear of yours and out the other. but doing so-the pulsing sensation between your legs only increased, and by now you were starting to chew on your tongue.
Anticipation was eating away at you as you let off a moan, cutely grumbling. "just fuck me already."
"how 'bout i leave you 'n let you fuck yourself" she snaps back, matching your sass.
Oh. you weren't really used to someone matching your energy-especiallya masked women walking around in a ghostface mask but well, that's besides the point.
Bada's still got a gloved hand wrapped around her hefty length that's covered in lighting-like twitching veins before she moans. she's so fucking hard.. and the more she stares at your pretty sobbing cunt, the more she understands why. "don't think you'd like that now though, would you?"
"N- no," you reply truthfully, letting off a pornographic moan once she starts to align herself between your gaping slit. it's fat, and you could tell from the feeling of the size of her monstrous tip alone. you sort of wished you were facing her but alas, you'd just have to use your imagination for now. "fuckk," you breathe, already starting to feel your eyes rolling back.
The stretch, godthe stretch. you thought her fingers was something but it's nothing compared to her cock. your toes were already curling up, and oh, you knew you were fucked.
Bada's got a few curly black specks of hair that resides near her base-and as She's slowly easing herself inside, she feels you tightening. right as you do, you feel a vein that runs down her shaft prod.
She feels it - you feel it, and you both hiss in unison. "goddamn," she grumbles, staring as your own sappy slick starts to glue against her sculptured pelvis. tiny glimmering strands stick and tape against her skin all because of you and it's just messy. bada smacks your ass one more time before lightly pushing your head into the satiny covered pillow. "move, move those hips or 'm gonna pull out, doll."
"Mmph-s- so fuckin' big," you babble, bringing a bawled up fist into your mouth. your sweet moans become muffled as her dick's gradually expanding through your gummy walls, leaving her very mark with her tip. she's rummaging through every part of you and you gasp-feeling your cunt welcome her wholly, your squelches becoming louder and louder. your tummy starts to churn the more she sinks in deeper and your lips form into a cute gasping shape. "oh, fuck. Its gonna break me, bada".
"Pft. don't be dramatic doll," she purrs, swatting another smack against your ass. the shape brief sting that only lasts for about five seconds makes you moan once your hips finally starts to move.
It takes a few lengthy seconds before with a wet 'pop, she bottoms out. so..much..girth, your empty brain was spinning cogwheels. your reaction to how well she stretched you of course, fueled a good portion of her highly cocky ego.
Bada's got a hooked curve too-and you feel it all. bada teasingly gives you one thrust, just one single thrust and you felt like you were gonna snap in half. it was that much power of her hipsyou felt the wind get snatched out of you and the prettiest moan left from your lips. biting down on your lip again, you're feeling all of her hefty length massage the insides of your cunt. milliseconds shortly past before you then start to feel yourself shamelessly drooling on your split knuckles.
"Fuck, fuck" you chant in a quiet mumble, seeing nothing but inky black asyour eyelids continue to flutter open and close.
Bada had the kind of size that left butterflies in your tummy -a school of them to be specific, and you felt every single inch of her plummet its way inside. as you're still babbling incoherent whimpers and whines at how snug she's buried in you- bada starts to move faster with you. with two hands, she holds you in place. darkened brows of her crease into a furrow as she sighs. "mhm, atta girl. see, look at you," and you could hear the playful sarcasm seeping off her tone.
"Takin' it like a fuckin'-champ" and right at that last word of her sentence, she starts to roll her hips just a bit quicker. bada tries to match your berserk movement with her own hips, but she ends up beating your pace entirely. you're trying to keep up but failing miserably and it's just so cute. .but your face probably wasn't as cute.
You probably looked a sight-mouth all open, jaw dropped and dangling, eyes bulging, pathetically drooling for more and more and.. you get it. *hng, harder. fuck me," you whine, the sound of skin and hips clashing repeating in your ears.
Your sloppy cunt's soaking her from the back, and her backshots were just brutal - killer. each thrust serves its purpose every time and you're left speechless. after a while, both bodies start to move rhythmically as your jaw's just dangling. damn, randy meeks would be shaking her head, tossing 'n turning in her grave if she saw this.
Under no circumnstances.. never ever fuck the masked killer, and yet here youwere. but, who gives a fuck about movies? you didn't-not really, and when she had a mean stroke game like bada , you weren't the type to complain. she's hitting you deep with her fat splitting tip, filthily cruising her hips into you at such precise vigor until you're just spouting a whole load of nothin.
"Ugh, right there. right fuckin' there, fuck" and you let off a cooing mewl once bada's hand wraps around your throat.
With a few fingers, she gives you a safe squeeze that earns out a faint gasping croak from the back of your throat. bada uses your neck as leverage as she's pounding into you rawly, ravaging your insides and all. your pearled clit's repeatedly getting hit with her plump crown and you gasp, squeaking loudly once she taps against your precious g-spot.
All of a sudden, your brain's fuzzy and you're seeing stars-somewhat like a cartoon character. you were silly, literally being fucked silly. "fuuuck' and it catches you by surprise.
Once she reaches past that cute lil spongey barrier of yours, it was over. you were pronounced dead-dead from cock, and pretty soon you were starting to feel yourself go into a lewd white fantasm for a few seconds. you're dumb, dumbly fucked stupidfrom her sloppy enticing hits that you could barely speak coherently. it felt good, it felt so fucking good, and as you feel her heavy base slam back into you again and again, you start to moan.
"Yeah, i know, i know, baby" bada huffs, and your cunt's just addictive. your walls cling onto her tightly, hugging around her like a vice--threatening to never let go.
Your sheer sweltering warmth from the inside makes her head slightly toss back toa certain degree and it's sexy. if only you were to see it. "god, clampin' down on me so good. work those hips baby, yeah. give me a fuckin' show"
As you try to match her crazed tempo. . eventually, you start to feel a tender feeling arise in the lower part of your tummy. its familiar, and you can recognize that hot brewing sensation from anywhere. you're close, and as wanton shrilling whines continue to drag away from your lips you start to spasm.
"Fuuucck, bada something's coming" you whimper, dragging out your words, and you don't think it was a regular orgasm. it was far different.. the feeling was equivalent to someone harshly pressing a palm down on your stomach. your eyes squeeze shut before you repeat yourself through quivering glossed lips. "bada, 'm gonna "yeah yeah, i heard ya," she maunders, and she's feeling herself reaching her inevitable peak too.
It doesn't take long before she feels the undersides of her meaty thighs starting to burn with hot intensity. bada's fat cock continues to drag in and out of your goopy walls, hearing you squelch over and over her and she snarls. "fuck," and she punctuates her thrusts, watching as your ass swiftly slams back into her at such speed. her abs that hide underneath her dark cloak tensing. "same time, baby. finish with me."
"O- okay" you moan, and she's still got a gloved hand wrapped around your throat the entire time. a thumb of her caresses down your nape, humming at your pretty twitching body underneath her.
It's a sight she'd love to get used to. as you're both chasing your delirious orgasmic peaks-bada presents to your cunt one final thrust that sends your entire body into a crazed stupefied state. your plush cheek near the left side of your face smushes against the pillow before you whimper, starting to feel yourself spritz on her. your eyes widen as it happens. a spraying geyser shoots out you as you let go -and oh, you're soaking toji right with you, glossing her entire cock from thebase down.
"Oh my god, fuck, fuh-fuck!" you sob in craving pleasure, flapping eyelids sticking together from the pretty glassy tears that start to form. so good, it's a feeling you've never felt before and you felt like a weight was gradually being lifted off your shoulders . . including your sweet pussy.
Bada fnishes seconds later and she moans, stilling her hips against you. creamy velvety bundles of ribbons pours into your cunt and she lets off a low growl.
"Fuck" and her hand smacks against your ass again for the nth time. you felt warm as she's continuing to spill such a mass amount whilst at the exact same time, you're drenching her cock - putting faucets to shame at just how damn wetyou were.
Bada's cock eventually turns flaccid and soft as her tip and peeled frenulum spits a good amount, watching your body limp underneath her. with a sly exhausted grin stretching across her scarred lips, she traces her fingers down your spine. "my, oh my" and you whine, finally finishing.
Bada stares at your body, feeling you weakly writhe your hips before finally submitting defeat. "did you jus.. fuckin' squirt on me, pretty girl?" you did.
And you end up dampening up the cushions of your burgundy colored sofa in the process. you felt like you were floating, panting and heaving ridiculously like a dog. bada brings her hips to a sudden stop, gazing at the ivory wads and ropes of cum that fill inside of your cunt.
Slowly but surely. .it starts to race down the crevices of your thighs, splotches of white splattering against your skin. in a dirty, filthy way, it's pretty - in bada's mind at least. She luxuriated at the sight of you all fucked out and speechless. not a word came from your lips except for the occasional whimpers and moaning sobs that would tear out your throat.
You were still arched over, moaning once you feel her slowly starting to pull out. "ain't that a pretty sight," she rasps, hearing her cock sweetly 'pop out of your creamy fat folds. you're oozing out with so so much of her gooey lush cum and it makes her licks her lips. you looked delicious, and she couldn't help but swipe a finger down your runny cunt, bringing her eager digit up to her lips just to get a taste for herself .
Bada was a nasty women--but with the way youtasted, she was even nastier. as she licks her gloved finger that contains the concoction mess of both sappy liquids, she hums in amusement. "mhm," and as her leafy viridescent colored eyes linger down towards your cunt, she smears her leaky tip over your pussy.
Bada grunts, making sure to paint the entirety of your entrance with her pasty cum that sobs down parched folds. "good girl, good.. fuckin'girl".
She stays like that for a while, and it's only after an abrupt pausing moment that she makes you turn around to face her . she makes you lie flat on your back, and there, you're met with the eyes of a pretty smug man.
Her features were as sly as her attitude, and her black hair was naturally messy. "surprise," she mutters, and you intake a breath once she gets on top of you again. bada doesn't have the mask on anymore-but she still has on the costume part, a ghoulish black cloak that had slits near the edges of her sleeves. "scared yet?"
"Not..really" you sheepishly say, slowly trailing your eyes down her body.
squinting just enough, you saw right through. she was fucking pretty and you felt yourself throb the moment you started to imagine her wrapping those big burly arms around you- "figures," she scoffs, though her tone's a bit more playful than annoyed. bada runs a hand through his hair before bringing her watch up to her face.
Wrinkling her nose, she hums. "gotta run, doll. 's been fun." a pout pulls against both sides of your lips as she says she has to depart. sure, you didn't exactly expect her to stay. . well who were you kidding, you sort of did. but you knew she had to go. your thighs stick together as she remains on top of you, watching her pull her mask back on. with a slightly worn out voice, you murmur.
"you can't stay?"
"no, i can't stay" she snickers, knowing you wanted more.
Bada's head friskily tilts as you stare at her witha cute doe-eyed expression, still pouting and she rolls her eyes behind the mask.
"God, fine. greedy little thing aren't 'cha?" and you hear a bit of shuffling, watching her fish a hand in her pocket as her jeans were now pulled up and made presentable again. bada grabs a sharpie out of her pocket before pulling your waist closer toward her. "tsk. stay still," and you're curious to what she was about to do, not daring to move an inch.
You're all bare and exposed, and you let off a soft exhale once she starts to write something right below your belly button. just a few more inches down and she'd be writing on your pussy. it lasts for about seven seconds before she stops, adding a heart near the end of what was a ten digit phone number. "alright, princess. here's my number. whenever you're feelin' horny, just give me a call, yeah?"and before you could even reply, she leans up to you--pulling up her ghostface mask over her lips, giving you a long teasing kiss. you moan into her mouth, smelling a scent of her prefume before she leisurelv pulls awav. bada whispers
" I'll always come back"
Its been a while since I posted sum ik but I was busy and stuff . But now I'm happy to be back with a Halloween special (ik I'm late).
Requests will be answered soon but they will take some time especially since I'm still writing others things too .
Thank you everyone for understanding .
#swf2#bada lee#swf2 x reader#bada imagine#bada lee x reader#bada lee x y/n#street woman fighter 2#bebe#team bebe#street woman fighter x reader#swf2 smut#bada lee swf
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La Mode nationale, no. 39, 26 septembre 1896, Paris. No. 18. — Groupe de toilettes nouvelles. Bibliothèque nationale de France
(1) Jaquette de drap vert saule, ajustée, à basques avec pochettes; revers habit; gilet blanc croisé sur une chemise d'homme. Col rabattu, cravate de ruban quadrillé vert et paille. Manches ballon. Chapeau canotier avec pouf de ruban et deux grandes plumes couteau en aigrette sur le côté.
(1) Fitted willow green cloth jacket with peplum and pockets; coat lapels; white double-breasted waistcoat over a man's shirt. Turn-down collar, green and straw checkered ribbon tie. Balloon sleeves. Boater hat with ribbon pouf and two large knife-edge feathers in an aigrette on the side.
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(2) Corsage de mohair bleu et noir. Corsage montant coupé par des petits velours noirs posés en pointe. Col montant.
Ceinture composée de trois petits velours. Manches gigot.
(2) Blue and black mohair bodice. High bodice cut with small black velvets placed in a point. High collar.
Belt composed of three small velvets. Leg of mutton sleeves.
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(3) Toilette en lainage tilleul, à pois verts. Corsage plastron à dents de roses, boutonné sur les côtés.
Col montant. Manches gigot. Jupe forme princesse boutonnée sur le côté en haut. Chapeau canotier, orné par un gros nœud de ruban rayé tilleul et noir avec deux ailes posées en aigrette.
(3) Linden woolen dress, with green polka dots. Rose-toothed plastron bodice, buttoned on the sides.
High collar. Leg of mutton sleeves. Princess-shaped skirt buttoned on the side at the top. Boater hat, decorated with a large bow of linden and black striped ribbon with two wings set in an aigrette.
Métrage: 10 mètres lainage grande largeur.
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(4) Corsage à basques, en satin violet, ouvert sur une chemisette de tulle, recouverte par un rabat coquillé en dentelle blanche. Col montant avec nœud de dentelle derrière; haute ceinture drapée. Manches ballon.
(4) Basque bodice, in purple satin, open over a tulle chemisette, covered by a shell flap in white lace. High collar with lace bow behind; high draped belt. Balloon sleeves.
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(5) Toilette de lainage bois de rose. Corsage-boléro à grand col rabattu et brodé, ouvert sur une chemisette de surah or.
Col drapé montant, d'où s'échappe un volant de dentelle. Manches ballon, à poignets plissés au-dessus du coude; haute ceinture de velours drapée et à pointe. Jupe plate, plissée derrière.
Chapeau rond, en paille, orné de ruban or, posé devant en oreilles d'ours, avec touffe de plumes d'autruche droites derrière.
(5) Rosewood woolen toilet. Bolero bodice with large folded-down and embroidered collar, open over a gold surah blouse.
High draped collar, from which a lace flounce escapes. Balloon sleeves, with pleated cuffs above the elbow; high draped velvet belt with a point. Flat skirt, pleated behind.
Round straw hat, decorated with gold ribbon, placed in front like bear ears, with a tuft of straight ostrich feathers behind.
Métrage: 10 mètres lainage grande largeur.
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(6) Corsage-blouse, en mousseline de soie rose montant et tout froncé sous ceinture-corselet en velours ouvrage; bande transversale semblable au milieu du corsage; col Mercure. Manches gigot, en étoffe quadrillée.
(6) Blouse-bodice, in high pink silk muslin and all gathered under a velvet bodice-belt; similar transverse band in the middle of the bodice; Mercury collar. Leg-of-mutton sleeves, in checked fabric.
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(7) Corsage drapé et croisé à la taille, en lainage pervenche, pointillé rouge; petit plastron semblable, brodé de petit velours rouge; col Mercure; haute ceinture de velours drapée, retenue par une boucle vieil argent. Manches gigot.
Chapeau canotier, orné de grandes coques de mousseline de soie d'où émergent deux oiseaux de paradis, posés en aigrette.
(7) Draped bodice crossed at the waist, in periwinkle wool, red dotted; similar small plastron, embroidered with small red velvet; Mercury collar; high draped velvet belt, held by an old silver buckle. Leg of mutton sleeves.
Boater hat, decorated with large silk muslin shells from which emerge two birds of paradise, posed in an aigrette.
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(8) Corsage de surah paille froncé mis sous ceinture-corselet, en lainage paille et noir, terminée par un nœud de ruban, avec bas de ceinture en velours; col montant et pointe de guipure sur le corsage.
(8) Ruched straw surah bodice placed under a corset belt, in straw and black wool, finished with a ribbon bow, with velvet belt bottom; high collar and guipure point on the bodice.
Manches ballon, avec volants de dentelle.
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(9) Toilette de soie brochée sur chaîne noir et or. Corsage-plastron retenu par une ceinture de ruban; col montant, avec volant de dentelle blanche.
Manches gigot. Jupe redingote, ouverte devant sur une jupe de soie unie or.
Chapeau petit Louis XVI, garni par une draperie plissée de mousseline de soie or, avec fleurs en cache-peigne et grandes plumes d'autruche, posées droites derrière.
(9) Brocaded silk toilet on black and gold chain. Bodice-plastron held by a ribbon belt; high collar, with white lace flounce.
Leg-of-mutton sleeves. Redingote skirt, open in front over a plain gold silk skirt.
Small Louis XVI hat, trimmed with pleated drapery of gold silk muslin, with comb-cover flowers and large ostrich feathers, placed straight behind.
Métrage: 13 mètres soie brochée, 3 mètres soie unie.
#La Mode nationale#19th century#1890s#1896#on this day#September 26#periodical#fashion#fashion plate#description#bibliothèque nationale de france#dress#gigot#corsage#collar
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Day 2 of Rose Foret Part 1!
This is a repeat of a coord I did a few weeks prior for an animal crossing meet, inspired by Poppy!
Coord Details + ID below
JSK: Patissier In The Forest by Metamorphose temps de Fille
KC/Bag/Apron/Shoes: Meta
OTKs: Roji Roji
Wristcuffs: Handmade
Royalsealy stands in front of a white lattice wall. He is looking slightly down, away from the camera, with a champagne color bag in one arm, the other arm extends to fan out the bottom of his skirt. He has big dark brown curly hair with a small white and red striped KC, and two cherry hair clips on either side. He is wearing a white face mask and big dark rimmed glasses. He is wearing a dark green tartan JSK with a forest pattern of squirrels and baked goods along the border of the skirt, a white apron over the skirt, and a short sleeve white peter pan collar blouse. He is wearing white wristcuffs. His socks are white with red polka dots, with a fork design on one side and a spoon on the other. He is wearing gold tea parties with two bows. End ID.
#i forgot my waist bow rip but i still like this :)#rose foret#la vie en rose#lolita fashion#egl#egl community#lolita community#egl fashion#alt fashion#jfashion#metamorphose temps de fille#patissier in the forest#sweet lolita coord#kawaii aesthetic#ootd#rosyalley#rosy alley
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God i’m still buzzing.. Read on for more of a dir en grey live report!
So we got there early to get tickets for buying merch and our numbers were pretty good. After that we killed some time i and kept getting so nervous on and off?!
When it was time to buy merch i was nervous again but it all went very smoothly. We did some trading and everyone was so nice and sweet and i got most of what i wanted 😭.
After that more time to kill so we went to eat and MORE NERVES. And then it was time to queue. We all had different numbers to we split and i had 601. I was very proud of myself for hearing when i could go right haha. Once in the venue i was about half way, but was already warned there would be a push and YEAH. It was intense. It was really an experience to get soooo squished yet there’s a vibe of everyone looking out for each other.
So onto the good stuff.. when they came out i was just mesmerized by Kaoru!! He had extensions in and had all his hair curled and the extensions reached till his shoulders. He wore a fancy long jacket (kinda pirate/vampire feel) with black shorts with a gold trim and black leggings. Black and white polka dot blouse he’s worn before ontop with the corset waistcoat over it. He had a black stripe over his eyes for make up and later for the encore he had blood on his face. He also had a little oil lamp on his stand thing?! 😭 so cute?! He went wahwah in the beginning. He went over to play with Die at somepoint and Die also came ro his side, but nothing too exciting haha. He seemed to have a good time but again, first show.. and he seemed to hold back a little maybe? I think they all were in a sense. He also had a blue? Cup he drank out of and whenever he did he wiped his mouth with a little towel after lmao. I think he had a mouth and a sweat towel. How sophisticated.
(Oil lamp if u squint)
I saw most of Kyo and Kaoru, Die was far away and there was a guy right in front of me that blocked my straight ahead view of Toshiya most of the time lol.
Also shout out to the guy next to me who shouted their names SO LOUD i could feel his body vibrate lmfao.
Kyo has hair. Kyo has a face tattoo.. assuming it’s not eyeliner. I wasnt close enough to see what it actually was. He was wearing no make up, a black tshirt and very wide/lose high waisted trousers with a belt that had a metal ring on it. Sneakers bit i couldn’t see his feet most of the time. His voice was good, but definitely got better as the show went on and he warmed up. He really got more lose near the end of the show with smiling and letting the crowd sing and talking etc.. it was nice to see. He did a little dance but he wasn’t super energetic. Again, maybe just cos it was the first show? They all did seem to have a good time though. He wore the love bracelet and small golden hoop in his left ear and i could see the sparkle from his teeth gems haha. It was nice to see him all fresh faced and without contacts 🥹
Kaoru had a really cute little moment where he was looking at the crowd before starting Vinushka, where he tilted his head. And he was very in sync with Kyo who came up from sipping water i think to start the song together.
Also HELLLOOO shokubeni was AMAZING. kyo did a part of it acapella. On my fucking knees.
What i saw of Toshiya was him suddenly popping up without his shirt on lol, apparently he threw it into the crowd.
Im still buzzing. I hope the vibe can only go up from here, it has too!!! Onto the 13th we go🤘
#dir en grey#who is this hell for#who is this hell for tour 2024#kyo#kaoru#京#薫#toshiya#die#shinya#club citta#dir en grey live review#dir en grey review
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these hands, stained red from the times that i’ve killed you and then
ID: [A digtal illustration of Gerard Way. Their features are all blocked out in black and they hold a microphone to where their mouth would be. His other hand is up and pointing two fingers at the temple. They wear a white blouse, red polka-dot scarf and a black skirt. Behind them is a textured red block with white accents drawn around it.]
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When visiting a city for the first time, it's important to dress appropriately.
#long hair#petticoats#satin skirt#short satin skirt#white skirt#skirt#slutty spider polka pop#polka dots#satin blouse#blouse and skirt
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[ID: Illustration of a pin-up girl in a white dress with teal buttons and white heels riding on a red mobility scooter. She is also wearing a white bandana with teal polka dots, black thigh-high pantyhose held up with light pink garters, and bright red lipstick. She is white with short brown hair and brown eyes. Her eyes are wide and her lips are pursed. /end ID]
[ID: Illustration of a pin-up girl in a wheelchair. She is wearing a straw hat, bright yellow tank top and jean shorts with a brown belt. She is white with dark brown eyes and hair that has been tied into twin tail braids with red ribbons. She is picking apples from a tree, but the basket on her lap has overturned and is spilling apples. She is distracted, looking at a yellow bird perched atop the antenna of a radio that is on the back of her wheelchair. /end ID]
[ID: An illustration of a woman sitting on a stool at an ice cream parlor. She is wearing a white blouse which hangs off of the shoulders and exposes the tops of her breasts. She is also wearing a black skirt, yellow belt, and yellow heels. Her right hand is holding a wooden cane while her left hand is spilling vanilla ice cream from her cone onto her breasts. She has a surprised expression. /end ID]
[ID: An illustration of a pin-up girl with a prosthetic left leg having a picnic. She is white with dark brown eyes and short, dark brown hair with a yellow ribbon on top. She has the same expression as the other pin-up girls with wide eyes and pursed, bright red lips. She is wearing a white blouse and yellow skirt with black belt, as well as thigh-high black pantyhose held up with white garters. She is holding a bottle with red liquid in it and has a straw sticking out of the top. Next to her is a picnic basket. In front of her are salt and pepper shakers and a hotdog on a blue plate. She rests on her knees on a blue and white, gingham-patterned picnic blanket. There are stains from where she has spilled the red drink on the blanket. She is holding her skirt up to reveal her thighs. /end ID]
Artists of the original pin ups are Gil Elvgren (Mobility scooter and cane), Harry Ekman (Prosthetic leg), and an unknown artist who I spent quite some time trying to find (Wheelchair). If you happen to know this last artist, let me know! Edits are by me.
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Downton Abbey Fashion 15 - post-war indoors fashion
I already need three posts to go through all of the indoors fashion of this season, and it’s only the second. Can you imagine how many posts I will need once they have 200 and more costumes introduced in one season?
Edith has been wearing this blouse to a walking suit before, but now we get an uncovered look at it. Quite cute; while the color isn’t super exciting, these little flower bundles do their thing. And the little black button rows under the collarbones? So unnecessary, yet so lovely.
The art deco blouse is BACK, baby! Have I mentioned I like these? They are something to look at, but they also are cut quite wide and seem comfy. Very brown outfit; once again, this might’ve benefitted from a contrasting skirt. But I like the little scallops embroidered on the top of the waistband, and they seem to have liked it too, as this skirt gets another moment on stage. Also, this was Sybil’s last season, and I hate only noticing repeats like this in hindsight because it messes with my statistics.
Here, it goes with a greenish grey blouse. Edith has a lot of indoors day outfits this season because, during the war, we mainly see her working in the house. She hasn’t quite grown into her confidence yet, daring a print pattern here and there, but rarely a bold color.
Well, polka dots are one of the patterns that turn me off like garlic blooms do Dracula. Edith kind of looks like a librarian here, but I guess that is one of her jobs for the convalescing soldiers. I wonder if the apron is her own or she had to get one from Downstairs.
Is this dress grey or lilac? I’ll tentatively say lilac. The stripes don’t pick me up as they usually do. Maybe they would have more impact if it weren’t for the white lace-ish embroidery around the collar. The dress is fine, I guess; it just doesn’t wow me. Edith, do you wish to become one with the curtains?
See, this is the outfit I meant that looks a lot like one Mary wore during the same season. Only Edith has a round buckle where Mary chose a square one, Edith wears a slightly brighter red, and the lapels of her blouse are longer, but they also end in these little tassels. I also think the cuffs are worth a second look; they are buttoned up, and these buttons are cute. What is it with me and buttons?
This sort of washed-out emerald green becomes one of Edith’s signature colors. It’s almost a shame to introduce it in such understatement, but I do like the structural weaving on this shirt. Interestingly, she wears it again years later in season 4, and it fits into an entirely different fashion just by virtue of how she wears it: Loosely over her skirt instead of gathered in at the waist.
Speaking of color understatements. Edith does have a quite brown- and grey-dominated wardrobe this season, but alright; she at least gets to play with some patterns. And the silk ribbon trim is back.
And a dress where I really don’t mind the dull color so much because the cut is so neat. It compliments her figure, the neckline is flattering, I love the buttoned front and cuffs. Look out, Mary; fashionista Edith is on her way.
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Sybil also gets another of these blouses, and she also gets some soft lilac to wear. I’m not the biggest fan of this big-ass flower print (I can’t help it; I’m a sucker for art deco), but the overall picture is rather lovely. Wouldn’t want to wear this buckle though; that probably pokes her in the stomach if she ever leans forward. Or maybe not; this is still corset time.
We gotta appreciate the simple things. There’s nothing fancy about this knit cardigan. But oh my god, I want one! It looks so supremely cuddly and warm. You know things are bad when I consider taking up knitting again.
More lilac because Sybil is still in her pastel phase, but this blouse has a cute checkered print. And I’m bringing back the apron question, although with Sybil, I at least have a solid reason to think she got one from Downstairs – because she walked up to them and asked for help with everyday knowledge such as basic cooking.
Look at Sybil being one of maybe three people in this house who ever show Edith any kindness and support. I mean, look at this blouse! I don’t know if this is Sybil’s farewell to light blue, but it may well be her farewell to wide, flat collars. The folded lapels give this a little extra though, and so does the tiny strip of lace trim. Yeah, alright; I’ll admit it: This look is another favorite.
This shouldn’t be too noteworthy, except it’s the outfit in which Sybil runs away from home and gets all the way to the next inn. I appreciate that Edith and Mary found her sleeping fully clothed in a separate bed; Branson would have come off as a little too pushy otherwise. I wonder if Sybil picked this on purpose because it doesn’t look like much. Someone running around in a grey skirt and a white blouse devoid of decoration except for a little simple lace on the collar is not who you’d suspect of being one of the young Crawley ladies.
This isn’t so much indoor fashion as it is a work uniform. I don’t have a category specifically for that because it would be a lonely outfit there; since nurses aren’t service workers, I didn’t want to put Nurse Crawley in with the staff of Downton. Anyway. Grey dress with white cuffs and white collar, grey arm band with a Red Cross on it, white apron – it’s all very practical and, obviously, very uniform. I was a little surprised at the head wrap, I’ll admit; I’m more used to nurses of the time wearing these starched little veil caps, but I also don’t know enough to compare specifically British WWI nurses. So I wonder if this was a fashion choice or a historical one.
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navy blue with white polka dots taffeta blouse by Pierre Balmain, 1950
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_beloved family photo, circa 6 years post canon
[id: a drawing of tubbo, ranboo, and michael, smiling and posing together in front of a white background. ranboo has stubble, long black hair and dark purple skin, with a white patch of skin and white hair on his left side. he’s wearing a yellow blouse with white polka dots and white lace. one hand is on tubbo’s shoulder, and the other is resting on michael. tubbo is wearing a dark green button down, with a brown plaid cloth tied around his waist. his horns are longer and have gold tips, and he has stubble and a goatee. he’s reaching up to rest his hand on ranboo’s, and his other hand is around michael’s shoulder. both tubbo and ranboo have a single hanging earring that’s a silver star-shaped ornament on a long string. michael is wearing a yellow eyepatch with a red heart, and an orange sweater with blue fish under light blue overalls. his hands are behind his back. end id]
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