Don’t wear a sports bra to work. You think you’ll be comfortable but your boobs are going to sag and ache by hour 3.
No one has time for full makeup, but at least put on eyebrows before you leave. Your face will literally feel more assertive.
Negativity is boring and no one will remember you for it. Unerring positivity is the ultimate rebellion.
Your body is not your masterpiece. Your life is your masterpiece. Appearances mean nothing if you are not engaged in the world around you. Staying fit and healthy is a good thing, but don’t let it get in the way of real experience.
Eat food that makes your body and brain feel good. Don’t ever force yourself into a diet that you hate. Eat to fuel your best life. Don’t ever force yourself into exercise that you hate. You have a higher purpose in life than burning calories and toning thighs. Exercise to feel awesome.
All your hard work goes to waste if you don’t get enough sleep.
Simple quality always trumps tempting quantity. One pair of Docs matches everything and will last forever. And you’ll never wear those ten shitty pairs of cheap heels anyways.
Fashion is fleeting, but classic practicality is always in style.
Fancy soap is nice and all, but you’ll be just as clean and healthy if you use the generic brand. Save your cash and use it for something that actually matters.
Simplify your material existence. Don’t have more; be more. Do more.
Leave your house and do something social at least once a week. Even if it’s just a 20-minute coffee break with a cute stranger. Don’t stagnate. Be human.
Feelings are gross and uncomfortable but they’re a necessary part of having a healthy existence. Don’t avoid them.
Your sex life is no one else’s prerogative and has nothing to do with your respectability unless you lose respect for yourself in the process. If you want to have sex (and your partner/s want to have sex), have sex. If you don’t want to have sex, then don’t.
Self-awareness is a powerful weapon, but a weapon is useless until you learn to wield it.
Travel is the only way to buy happiness.
Life is too short to put shitty fabrics up against your bare skin. Go buy some well-made, high-quality underthings.
Life is also too short to never have brownies. Make time for brownies.
SO I ADORED THE TORTURED!KAREN PROMPT! I LOVE PROTECTIVE FRANK! Could you maybe write a follow up with Frank being the one to clean Karen up afterwards for a change instead of the other way around? 💕💕💕
Thank you!!! I am in love with the idea of Frank cleaning up Karen (I need it canon in my liiiiiife) so hell yeah! Also tagging @i-rely-on-you who replied wanting more of this fic too ^^ Hope you enjoy; thanks again!
Joan Crawford, star of Rain at the State and Orpheum Theatres, has been known as a style leader for the younger generation. She wore one dress in Letty Lynton which has become a favorite all over the country, and young girls everywhere demand at the department stores, “I want a Letty Lynton dress.”
But in Rain she will set no styles. Her entire wardrobe will cost $17.50 as compared with the thousands of dollars usually spent for her costumes.
It took some time to assemble the gaudy skirt and jacket, the small, feathered hat, the near-silk stockings, the imitation fur and the high-heeled, cheap shoes, but they were bought at Los Angeles department stores and came to $17.50 in all. And she wears the same outfit throughout the picture, save for the scene in which she wears an elaborate negligee of the cheapest material.
Prompt: “Dick Grayson x reader, “ there’s just something about her” please and thanks!”
Relationship: Dick Grayson x Mute!Reader
Warnings: I mean, other than this is a straight couple, none??
A/N: If you were expecting a bunch of Little Mermaid jokes, you were completely correct and have come to the right place!
Playlist: While writing this I listened to “Wouldn’t It Be Nice” by Beach Boys, “Song A” by Chamsom, “Shy Love” by Acoustic Collab, and “Forever” by One Way
- It was at a gala.
- You were all dressed up for an interview with Commissioner Gordon who was to attend.
- You were part of some news outlet or other as a junior reporter. You were usually the kind of person who wrote the articles rather than the leading lady behind all of the questioning and interviewing.
- In all honesty, it was kind of a stupid move.
- You know.
- Putting the one person who is physically incapable or speaking, in charge of asking questions.
- Of course, Commissioner Gordon doesn’t mind, it’s something you have no control over and you can’t be blamed for that.
- But it would certainly make it a whole lot easier if he actually knew sign language.
- It was a Wayne gala. The Wayne’s having a mute adoptive daughter made it so a lot of the members of said family were fairly fluent in American sign language.
- You managed to quickly get one of their attention at the bar, raven hair and eyes the colour of blue that matched your dress. Cornflower blue.
- He thought you were on some sort of acid trip at first before finally processing that you were mute and were trying to sign him.
- “Oh! Okay, I get it now, can you start over?” He asked, smiling softly. It the kind of welcoming smile that warmed.
- Luckily your read lips. Very well in fact.
- “Hi, I’m a reporter for [News Outlet] and am trying to interview the Commissioner. He doesn’t know sign language and I was hoping you could maybe translate?” You ask, offering him a way out by adding, “But I understand if you are busy, and if you could direct me to someone who could help, that would be wonderful.”
- He only shook his head and insisted he helped while he was still available.
- The interview goes very smoothly, you directing your questions to Dick who translates with ease as you calmly write down Gordon’s answers, snapping a few pictures of Gotham’s beloved Commissioner of Police, finally allowing the man to carry on about his night.
- You thank Dick quickly, smiling and offering to buy him a drink for his much-appreciated services.
- He agrees with a charming smile that makes you melt in your cheap $12 heels.
- The both of you enjoy your drinks, joking and laughing. Though both of your lives are still a mystery to one another, Dick dodging all of your questions about his personal life and you smoothly providing vague answers about your own.
- At first, Dick thinks this is because your hands are getting tired, and so asks you to dance and relax from all of the talking.
- You answer him with a sad no thank you because, unfortunately, you can’t dance to save your life.
- He’s sad for a second but you don’t let these feelings sink in as you suddenly realize the time, apologizing over and over as you snag your camera and rush to the exit, not giving him any idea as to why you were so eager to leave or without him even saying goodbye.
- Dick only frowns.
- That frowns soon turns into a smile as he recalls the night, smiling into his glass of scotch.
- Jason, who’d miraculously been at the bar all night and subtly eavesdropping on your two, leans in and nudges Dick’s shoulder, earning a sweet and completely blissed out smile from the ravenette.
- “So what’s up with that girl?” Jason asks suddenly.
- Dick only shakes his head, his grin never faltering as he glanced back down into the glass. “She’s amazing, Jason.”
- “You thinking of letting this one in?”
- And there is was. The question to overrule every feeling welling in Dick’s chest. The big secret- the age old family secret preventing him from being with every perfect girl he’s ever once considered to be “the one.” You were everything he’s wanted in a woman. Confident, humble, hillarious! Sure you did a few questionable things with a fork, but it wasn’t anything he minded immensely. But my god he was going to have you if it was the last thing he ever did with the Nightwing mantle.
- “Yeah… Yeah, I think so.” And in his voice was a sense of certainty Jason wasn’t expecting.
- “Did you get her number?”
- “Did you even get her name?”
- “So you have no clue who this girl really is? Then what makes her so special?”
- Dick couldn’t really answer that. He wasn’t quite sure what he was feeling himself, it was all just sort of a hue. But he was pretty damn sure.
- “I don’t know Jason, there’s just something about her.”
It had been difficult to sneak out of the dorm. It had been nearly impossible to get past the teachers and leave the campus. Yet Bon had managed to find the bus stop and lean against a street lamp, waiting to be picked up. His heart was racing and his chest was tight with guilt as he watched the scene around him. He had never left campus without permission before. It wasn’t as if he snuck out to do anything wrong, though; he just needed to buy some supplies. Then he would return immediately and no one would be the wiser.
Bon’s internal turmoil was interrupted by the bus pulling up, brakes squealing. The doors opened and he climbed aboard. Finding a comfortable seat near the back, Bon settled in for the ride. His thoughts began to gather once more.
This is stupid. I should have ordered it online. Leaving campus could get me a detention, Bon thought. What if someone saw me? They might tell Okumura-sensei. He would put me on probation. Or what if they told Rin? God, if Rin found out, he’d be pissed. Well, maybe not pissed, but definitely worried.
Bon shook his head. No one was going to find out. He’d make sure of that. No one would know he left and if they did, they wouldn’t know why. He was safe.
The bus came to a stop and Bon made his way to the front, walking down the steps. He began heading down the street, hands in his pockets and his head low. His destination was only a few minutes away. It was already in view, with its rich purple awnings and its racks of bright colors and patterns. His heart flutter with anticipation instead of nervousness and guilt.
Finally, Bon stood in front of the store, staring at all the new items in the window display. His lips curled up slightly as he walked in.
“Welcome to Fabric Palace! Can I - oh, Ryuuchan, it’s you. I haven’t seen you in here lately! You always order online.” A feminine voice said.
Bon scratched the back of his neck. “Yeah. Been busy with school. How you been, Katsuka?”
The woman, Katsuka, beamed. “I’ve been great! The shop is doing well. We even have a few classes now. Any chance you’ll come teach beginner’s sewing?”
“Nah. I got too much going on. I’m not even that good.”
“My daughter’s wedding gown begs to differ! You made it look so beautiful, Ryuuji. The beadwork was as stunning as the stitching, too!”
Bon looked to the ground, cheeks pink. “It wasn’t much. Just wanted to help. You made all those robes for the temple.”
“Enough about me, Ryuuchan! What are you doing lately? Do you like high school? Are you working on any new pieces?”
“School’s good. I’ve got straight A’s. I ain’t working on anything, but I want to make an apron.”
“You’re a good boy, Ryuuji. Let me show you some patterns. Who are you making it for?”
“Just some idiot. He likes to cook and he drops stuff in my dorm. Figured I should at least repay him.”
Katsuka smirked. She knew this ‘idiot’ was probably more than that, but she would keep it to herself. Bon would admit it when he was ready. She pulled a few patterns out of a filing cabinet and spread them on the counter for Bon to see. He cringed slightly.
“Katsuka, you got anything a little less…girly?” Bon asked.
Katsuka gave him a look. “What do you mean?”
“I like the patterns, but they’re kinda all ruffles and ribbon. I just want something a little more masculine. Rin’s kind of weird about that stuff sometimes. Plus the moron is prone to catching things on fire. I’m not putting that much effort into something that’ll end up destroyed.”
“Ah, so his name is Rin. I guess I could give you the pattern for a plain one. It won’t be as fun, though.”
Bon looked over the patterns once more. Maybe something a bit feminine wouldn’t be so awful. After all, Rin would probably look good in something frilly, maybe a baby blue apron with some pretty ribbon piping. Bon picked up a pattern for a simple apron with a ruffled edge. It would look nice.
“Good choice. I’m sure Rin will like it.” Katsuka said.
“Maybe. He gets defensive about people thinking he’s feminine.” Bon said.
“Sounds like a boy I know. About sixteen, looks like a delinquent, hates people knowing that he can sew because he thinks people will make fun of him for being girly. Let me tell you something: boy and girl activities don’t exist. Sure, you’ve got masculine and feminine, but that’s preferences. Anyone can do anything.”
Bon frowned and chose to ignore her. “Okay. I need baby blue fabric for this piece and maybe a white patterned piece for the pockets. Have anything that looks like toile? And lace piping.”
“And the genius is back. Follow me.”
Bon followed Katsuka through the aisles, picking out his materials. He couldn’t wait to see Rin’s face when he saw it.
“Nii-san, I will be back late tonight. Please stay in the dorm.” Yukio said.
Rin nodded as he watched Yukio shut his briefcase. His brother had nothing to worry about; Rin planned on staying in all night. He had his own plans, plans so shameful that he couldn’t even tell Yukio. Rin felt hot just thinking about them.
“No problem, Four-Eyes! I’ll make bentos for tomorrow!” Rin babbled happily.
Yukio offered a soft smile. “That sounds nice. Have fun.”
“Be careful, okay, Yukio?”
“Of course, Rin. I promise.”
With that, Yukio left for his mission, closing the door behind him. Rin rushed to the window. He watched, waiting for Yukio to leave the dorm entirely. Yukio turned back to wave at him and went on his way.
With his twin gone, Rin could finally do it.
Reaching under the bed, Rin pulled out a plain cardboard box and lifted the top. He began pulling out its contents, spreading them across the bed. Careful fingers ran over each item, enjoying the feel of soft fabric on his skin.
“Blue or yellow?” Rin asked himself, looking between his choices.
Before him were two simple dresses, one in blue and one in yellow. The blue one was Rin’s favorite; it had capped sleeves and the skirt fell to his knees, the mesh-like fabric swishing freely. The yellow one had its merits, too, though. It was sleeveless and the skirt was bowed out slightly, giving it a more formal look. It had a bit of glitter, which always made Rin feel pretty.
Rin’s hand hovered over both for a few moments before picking up the blue one. It would be the best one to cook in; Shiro had always called it his housewife dress.
The memory made Rin smile. The old man had found out about his hobby only a year after he had started it. He never teased Rin for liking feminine clothes. In fact, he had bought Rin a few dresses and skirts when he had the money to.
Pushing away the sadness swelling within his heart, Rin began to undress. He pulled on a pair of appropriate underwear - a pair Shiro had gotten him after he had caught Rin wearing boxers with a skirt - settling them on his hips before pulling the dress over his head. He smoothed out the skirt, twirling a bit.
Not bad. Wonder if I could find some cheap heels to go with it. It would probably make my ass look great, Rin thought, laughing to himself. He reached into the box and pulled out a pair of white flats, slipping them onto his feet. They would do for now.
Before he left for the kitchen, Rin stood in front of the mirror and grabbed the clip Bon had given him. He pinned his bangs back, wondering what Bon would think of his outfit. He’d probably get upset and say ‘what the hell are you wearing? Don’t you have any decency,’ Rin thought.
Rin headed to the kitchen, set on making rice balls for tomorrow’s bentos. He began taking out ingredients and placing them on the counter, ignoring Ukobach’s questioning eyes. Kuro hopped onto the counter and nuzzled Rin’s arm.
“You look pretty, Rin!” Kuro exclaimed.
Rin blushed. “Aw, thanks, Kuro.”
“Are you gonna make chicken rice balls? Can I have some?”
“You little jerk! You called me pretty for food!”
“Nuh-uh! I called you pretty because I meant it. Food was an afterthought.”
“Fine. I’ll save you some, okay?”
“Yay! Thanks, Rin!”
Rin smiled, stroking the demon’s fur before shooing him out of the kitchen. He began his work, humming happily and swaying his hips to make his dress swish around his legs.
It had taken some time to find a place to work on the apron in peace. The dorm had been out of the question; Konekomaru and Shima could barge in at any moment and catch Bon in the act. The library didn’t make the cut, either. Bon’s machine would be too loud and it also had the added risk of being full of people that could see him sewing. So, he searched high and low and finally found a fairly rundown classroom that he could use and have total privacy. He set up shop in the back corner and started his project.
“Tch, how tall is Okumura? He’s one of the shortest guys in the class. Screw it, I’ll just make it a large. If he doesn’t like it, he can kiss my ass.” Bon muttered to himself, cutting out the pattern carefully.
He began pinning the thin paper to the fabric, a frown of concentration on his face. Maybe he could make the bottom half of the apron flare out a little. It would only require adding onto the pattern slightly, so Bon pulled out a measuring tape and began drawing. He put a large curve on the bottom of the apron, giving it a dress-like appearance. Bon smirked. Wouldn’t Rin look cute, making his cookies and octopus hotdogs in his pretty apron?
When the hell did I start thinking Okumura would be cute ever? He looks like a monkey, Bon thought.
A small voice in the back of Bon’s mind seemed to laugh at him. Bon ignored it in favor of cutting the fabric. Once he had it cut and displayed, he fired up the machine and began the task of sewing it together.
“You made three bentos. Are going to eat extra tomorrow?” Kuro asked, nibbling at a rice ball.
“Huh? Nah. I made one for Bon.” Rin said absently, sprinkling some salt in the pot in front of him.
“For Bon? Why?”
Rin shrugged. “I wanted to. As a thank you for the hair clip.”
“But you made him cookies already. And sushi. And omelettes that time he came to see Yukio and he wasn’t here.”
“Look, Kuro, are you complaining about leftovers?”
Kuro shook his head. “No! But Shiro told me people cook for people they like. So do you like Bon?”
“That stupid rooster head? Hell no.”
“But you cook for him a lot. Are you sure?”
“I’m positive. Besides, Yukio would kill Bon if he ever thought I liked him.”
“Yukio wouldn’t be mad, I think, if you liked him.”
Rim smiled softly. “Probably not. But I don’t have to worry about it anyway. Since I don’t like anyone. Besides, I’m not into guys.”
“Liar! You have all those mangas with the boys kissing and holding hands!”
“Shut up and don’t go through my things, you rotten little cat!”
Kuro laughed as Rin pouted. Rin was so silly; why couldn’t he just admit that he had a crush? If he did, Bon would be able to see him in all of his dresses and skirts and then Bon could tell Rin how pretty he was. Actually, now that Kuro thought about it, he had never seen Rin wear these clothes near other people, not even Yukio. It was unfortunate. Rin always looked happy in his dresses.
Two days later, Bon’s masterpiece was complete. It had taken six hours, using a chair as a mannequin, and pricking his fingers so much that he bled, but it looked beautiful. He took a picture and sent it to Katsuka. She had sent back a winky face and the words ‘I bet Rin will love it. Might even get you a kiss.’ Bon grit his teeth and shoved his phone in his pocket. Sometimes Katsuka could be annoying as hell.
He put the apron in a plain cardboard box despite wanting to wrap it nicely. He didn’t want Rin thinking he actually put effort into it. That could give him away, and then the little hellspawn might think Bon actually liked him. That would be mortifying.
Alright, time to drop it off. That bastard better like it. I should make him wear it everywhere with how much time it took, Bon thought as he headed towards the Okumura dorm. The box tucked beneath his arm felt heavier than it should have been. Maybe it was due to the anxiousness Bon was feeling over someone finding out he had sewn the garment. Or, perhaps more likely, it was Katsuka’s words that had him worried. Did he like Rin? Is that why he had put so much effort into the apron?
Music blared from Rin’s phone, filling the kitchen with obnoxious bubble gum pop and techno beats. His black skirt swayed as he danced through the room, mixing ingredients and chopping vegetables. Ukobach was manning the oven, stirring simmering pots of sauce and porridge. Kuro was sitting on the counter watching them work, enjoying his job as taste tester.
“Yo, Ukobach, can you add some cinnamon to that pudding? Yukio likes it to be really strong.” Rin said.
Ukoback nodded and grabbed the spice, dumping in a healthy amount before mixing it in. Rin smiled in thanks and returned to chopping celery. Yasai no nikumaki was on the menu for tomorrow’s bentos and they were as time consuming as they were delicious. He was glad he had Ukobach’s help; he’d never get done otherwise.
“You’re making three again?” Kuro asked.
“Yeah, why?” Rin asked.
“Because you’ve been making three all week. Who’s this one for?”
Rin looked away from the cat, hiding his face. “Just someone.”
“Oh! For Bon!”
Rin groaned. “Yes, okay? It’s not because I like him or anything, though! He just helped me with some homework!”
“Whatever you say.”
Rin sighed, frustrated. Kuro was so fixated on him liking Bon. So what if he made the guy food? Rin liked cooking. Sometimes he had extra. It wasn’t some conspiracy. Rin pulled at his skirt a bit before bending down to grab another chopping board. The last thing he wanted was anyone seeing his panties, even if the only people around him were people that knew that he wore them.
Pulling out a package of beef from the refrigerator, Rin began slicing it into thin sheets to make the rolls. He threw a slice to Kuro, laughing as the cat scarfed it down.
“Yum! Your food is so good, Rin. I bet everyone loves it!” Kuro praised.
“I hope so. I used to make this for Dad all the time. He’d laugh because I made the carrots look like hearts. He said it was literally putting love into the food. I think he was crazy. Like I’d do that for him.” Rin said.
“You miss him a lot. I do, too.”
Rin smiled softly. “I guess we need to eat these in his honor, then, huh?”
Silence fell over the kitchen for a moment before Rin decided it was too much.
“Hey, being sad in the kitchen is not allowed! I’m going to crank up the Girl’s Generation!” He exclaimed.
Bon knocked on the door to the dorm no less than twenty times before giving up. He looked up to Rin’s window, hoping to see the other boy. Normally, Rin would be at his desk, twirling a pencil, chin resting in his hand. Whenever Bon saw him, he would flip him off, and Rin would respond with a stupid face. However, the curtains were closed. Bon huffed. He knew Rin was there, so what the hell was he doing that was so important that he couldn’t answer the door?
“Okumura! Come open the door, you moron!” Bon yelled, banging on the door.
No response came. He grabbed the doorknob and twisted, finding it open. Bon sighed, shaking his head. Rin really was an idiot, keeping his door unlocked when he was home alone. Bon stepped inside and toed off his shoes before making his way up the stairs.
He find Rin and Yukio’s room and knocked on the door. Again, there was no answer. Bon tried once more, receiving the same response.
“Damn it, Okumura! I’m not gonna wait around for you all night!” Bon snapped.
Bon stomped back down the stairs to continue his search. If Rin wasn’t in his room, the next possible place he could be was the kitchen. Bon walked down the hall, smirking when he heard music. He had found Rin. He quickened his pace, stepping into the kitchen only a minute later.
When he caught sight of Rin, he froze.
The black haired boy was dancing at the counter, his back to Bon. A knee-length black skirt was settled on his hips, swaying as Rin shook and shimmied. Black patent leather flats covered his feet, giving them an almost dainty look. A baseball shirt covered his top half, but it was about two sizes too big, causing it to fall off his shoulder. Bon gulped. What the hell had he walked into?
“Kuro, what’s wrong? I can’t understand you when you talk like that, it sounds like hissing.” Rin said.
Bon’s eyes flitted to the cat on the counter. He seemed to glare at Bon, as if he was personally offended by his presence. The cat let out a loud meow, finally causing Rin to turn around.
“Oh my God, Kuro, you can have some when -” Rin began.
His words trailed off as his blue eyes met Bon’s brown. Rin felt his cheeks heat up and he tried to pull down his skirt more, but the damage was done. Bon was staring at him, eyes fixated on his skirt, face unreadable.
“What the hell, Okumura?” Bon asked after a few minutes.
“Look, it’s not what you think - you know what? I don’t have to explain anything to you. Get out.” Rin said.
“I said get out!”
“Shut up for a second! I don’t give a shit what you wear! Why didn’t you answer the goddamn door when I knocked?”
Rin’s eyes widened. “You - you aren’t mad? Not even a tiny bit?”
“I’m mad that you didn’t open the door.”
“But you aren’t mad about the skirt. You aren’t going to make fun of me.”
Bon snorted. “Like this is the weirdest thing you’ve done.”
Rin let out a sigh of relief. “Please don’t tell anyone. Not even Yukio knows, okay? You can’t tell.”
“Whatever. Here. This is for you. Thanks for the food.”
Bon tossed the box in his hands to Rin and shoved his hands in his pockets. Blue eyes looked at him curiously before opening the gift. Rin grinned as he pulled out the apron.
“Wow! This is so cool! Thanks, Bon!” Rin exclaimed.
Bon grimaced. “Don’t call me that. We aren’t friends.”
“Did you make it? I’ve never seen an apron like this.”
“What? Do I look like I know how to sew, Okumura? God, you’re a damn moron.”
Rin watched Bon’s eyes dart around, avoiding his eyes, and his smile widened. So Bon had made it. Rin didn’t see what he was embarrassed about; the apron looked awesome. Rin put the garment on, tying it around his waist.
“You’re pretty good. Who knew your big mitts could handle a needle?” Rin asked.
“I already told you I didn’t make it! And who knew your hairy damn monkey legs could look good in a skirt?” Bon shot back.
“You think I look good?”
Bon spluttered for a moment before crossing his arms. “No way in hell. Shut up.”
The two were silent for a moment, not looking at each other.
“Hey, uh, thanks. For the apron. And for promising not to tell.” Rin said quietly.
“Thanks for the food. You better keep your mouth shut about me being able to sew.” Bon said gruffly.
Rin simply nodded, taking what he could get. He smoothed out his apron and got back to work. Bon stood awkwardly in the doorway, contemplating what to do.
“Grab a knife, stupid. The cucumbers won’t cut themselves.” Rin said.
Bon grumbled as he followed Rin’s orders. He supposed he could do what the guy wanted just this once. It would be their secret.
Summary: Chloé and Adrien compete for Ladybug’s affections.
Chapter 2: Chloé schemes and orders flowers.
How dare he? How dare he? Chloé filed her nails furiously. Adrien was her friend and he was trying to steal her girl? Why was he doing this? He had mentioned that he thought Ladybug was pretty a few times but he had never been a fan like her.
Sabrina looked at Chloé with concern, pausing in her note taking. “Are you okay?” She whispered.
“Of course I’m okay.” She hissed. “Pay attention. I’m going to need those notes.”
Hi can my friends and I cosplay the elites if so do you have any tips on what to buy? Thanks
Yes! I’d cry if I saw people cosplaying my characters!
Um as for tips, im not good at cosplaying or making things. but I can try and help!
I think the best thing is to look for a blue bob hairstyle wig.
and find a way to make the rest of her hair, maybe take cardboard cutouts and use fake hair to cover them and then attach them to the back of the wig/head. I think the best thing is to see how people do peridot’s hair for cosplay and what they do to get the weird shapes.
If you wanna go an extra step, you can always get white contact lenses. I wouldn’t paint your skin brown if that’s not your normal skin color. Just use your normal skin color for her.
as for uniform, you can try finding a cheap high heel boot that looks like this.. your choice if you paint or put something on the heel to make it golden looking.
For the main uniform part, you can get a plain long sleeve gymnastic leotard that matches part of her uniform color and just edit it, by sewing different colored fabric for the rest like her elite symbol.
For the gloves, if you can find cheap brown gloves, and again if you wanna edit the fingers like the boots.
and as for her gem, just get something round and paint it, it should fit right on the back of your neck.
for her wig, you would need something messy but long, and able to put in a ponytail. It might need to be trimmed around the face so it can boarder the face while in a ponytail.
for her uniform, another
but without sleeves, and for the legs, just wear leggings under them!
for her boots something like this
but in her color or close to her color, for the different color at the toes either paint or cover with something.
You can paint your arms and face gray using body paint, and then use darker gray for her arm markings, or use arm sleeves. Here is a picture of someone using gray arm sleeves.(im sure they made them and there are tutorials online.)
You could just use fabric markers or paint below the elbow to make her markings.
and for her sharp teeth black teeth paint or fake pointed teeth!
As for her gem, get like a black plastic eyepatch, and just cut off the string and paint it to look like her gem, and just find a way to stuck it on. :P
if you want to go the extra step, black contact lenses if your eyes are not already dark.
a wig like this would be perfect!
I would do the same with her uniform as you would with Onyx, from the main body of it to the boots, you can also make green arm sleeves so you don’t have to paint your arms.
Her arm braces can just be normal metal bands.
For her gem, I would just do cardboard, but cutting folding and gluing to the shape, then painting it. then stick it to the side of the wig somehow.
and if you wanna go a little extra, contact lenses like this would work.
a wig like this would work.
then get a fake ponytail attachment.
Normal skin color is fine for her
The same stuff applies for uniform and boots like Onyx and Molda, she wouldn’t need leggings tho, but thighhighs.
if you can’t find her color, either gold or yellow will work.
and the under part of her uniform.
If you can find a long sleeve turtle neck croptop of that color (and add on gloves of the same color if wanted)
as for gem, you can do a cardboard cutout, paint and stick it on your hand with something.
and if you wanna do the contact part, orange/gold or yellow contacts work.
I hope this helps! I’m not good at tips at what to buy or do, since I’m not a very good cosplayer and don’t doit much! If you or your friends do cosplay, make sure to take pictures! I would LOVE to see, and I would reblog them in a heartbeat! <3
Warnings: Biker Negan! Plot, SMUT, SMUT and more SMUT!
Photo/GIF credits go to the original maker/owner
I could never understand why he was so interested in me. I mean, I wasn’t anyone special.
I was the manager at Torrid, a plus size store in the mall. I worked my hours and would go home and take care of things there.
Wash and repeat.
The man I speak of is Negan Smith, the President of The Saviors MC. Once the best coach at the local high school, he now ran the clubhouse, which was dubbed The Sanctuary.
He had power… he had wealth… the women on his arms and at his beck and call… So what in the hell could he possibly see in me?
Coffee in hand, I walked into Torrid, greeting my coworker, Janet. She looked to her right, quickly waving me over.
Shit. I hadn’t even clocked in and trouble was brewing.
“Umm, Negan’s here to see you.” She said, hesitantly.
I sighed, my shoulders dropping.
“Just… I don’t know… make sure the window displays are clean.”
She nodded, scurrying away to do her job.
As I walked to my office, I made the mistake of looking over in Negan’s direction.
He was standing at a rack, looking at some lingerie, his eyebrows raised as he found something interesting.
When he finally looked over in my direction, I tried to make it to the back but he called out to me.
“Goddamnit,” I cursed under my breath, then faced him.
“Aww c'mon now Doll. Is that any way to greet your favorite man?” He teased, his smile wide with seduction as he neared me.
I rubbed my forehead, “Negan, I’ve got work to do, so if you don’t mind…”
I turned, going through the small hallway and into the office. I didn’t expect Negan to follow me.
“Come have dinner with me.”
I groaned, putting my coffee down on my desk, “No,”
Jesus, was he trying to piss me off today?
“Because Negan!” I sighed, frustrated.
He sauntered into the office, closing the door behind him.
My behind was propped up on the desk, my feet crossed at the ankles. With my arms folded underneath my generous breasts, I kept a close eye on him.
“Because isn’t an answer, baby doll.”
I could feel my insecurities bubbling over, making me down right ill.
“Why me, Negan? I mean, do you enjoy coming in here and making fun of me?”
At my comment, I could see the anger beneath his suave exterior.
“You think I’m fuckin’ makin’ fun of you?”
I looked at my feet, nodding.
I heard him kiss his teeth, then move closer to me, the heat coming off of him in waves from his leather jacket.
He cupped my chin, raising it so I’d look at him, “Do you think so low of yourself? Can you not see your fuckin’ worth, woman?”
I jerked my chin from his grasp, “I see the women that you are with Negan! Skinny, little bitties that just love to make fun of someone like myself at every chance they get.”
His eyes hardened, but I wasn’t done yet.
“I’m not stupid. I’ve heard their comments as they’ve walked passed me. I’ve always told myself that I wouldn’t be the ass of anyone’s joke and I’m telling you right now, Negan, that I’m not about to start!” My chest heaved as I got off my soap box.
“Are we fuckin’ finished yet, Doll?” He asked, softly.
I clicked my tounge, feeling the tears burn my eyes, “Yeah,”
“Good. I want you to listen,” he pushed me back so that I was sitting on the edge of the desk, “and I want you to listen real fuckin’ good. I’m not one to beg so this will be the final fuckin’ time I bring this up.”
I gripped the edge of the desk, my legs opening as he stood between them.
“Have dinner with me, tonight. If you feel uncomfortable, then I’ll take you home. I don’t force any woman.”
I sniffled, “But you sure are persistent.”
Again he took hold of chin, “When I see a beautiful woman, you’re damn fuckin’ right, baby.”
He was so close to me… just an inch or two more and we would’ve been kissing.
“Now, will you have dinner with me?” He asked, his thumb stroking the corner of my mouth.
I admit that I wanted to give in, to live a little. It would be nice to be cared for even if it was just one night.
I licked my lips, sighing, “Yes,”
Negan smiled slowly, his white teeth gleaming, “That’s it baby… you won’t fuckin’ regret it.”
Negan had left my office shortly after I said yes, surprising me because he didn’t even try to kiss me.
After I had gained my composure, I went out onto the floor to do inventory. Negan was still there however, winking at me when ever we were in each others view.
Once my back was turned, he’d gone to the register, buying whatever for whomever, then leaving without a goodbye.
Later on that day, while I was on lunch, the VP of The Saviors, Simon stopped by along with Prospect Fat Joey.
Simon held a girly, pink bag and I couldn’t just let him get away without picking on him.
“Ya know, that color really brings out your eyes.”
He held the bag up for a second, looked at it, then surprised the hell out of me, “Really? I thought purple was more my color.”
I busted out laughing.
Simon chuckled, placing the bag on my desk, “Prez says to wear this if you want. I’ll be by to pick you up at 8.”
I scratched my head, “I can find The Sanctuary just fine, Simon.”
“Negan’s orders. Just for once, don’t fight him or me on this.” He sighed.
I rolled my eyes, “Fine.”
Simon smiled, leaving with a wave.
I wasn’t one for dresses all that often, but Negan did have some great taste.
He picked out a gorgeous black bodycon dress. It was modest, but showed just the right amount of cleavage to where I wasn’t uncomfortable.
He even had a matching black and blue lace bra and panty set in the bag.
Jesus, I hope Simon didn’t snoop.
After applying my barely there makeup, I had to take a second. I almost didn’t look like me.
Of course I still had the same face, but there was a difference… dare I say a happy gleam in my eyes?
I smiled at my reflection and was blown away by how carefree I looked. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.
A knock on the door, brought me back to the here and now. Fat Joey stood there, looking bored as ever eatting a Twinkie.
I grabbed my clutch and over noght bag, locking the door behind me.
Simon sat in the driver seat of an SUV, watching as I approached and got in.
“Smooth sailing from here on out.”
When we pulled up to the clubhouse, I noticed a bunch of bikes lined up and music so loud that it made the vehicle vibrate.
Simon let me out, walking me to the door and opening it.
The smell of cigarette smoke, cheap perfume and alcohol assaulted my nose as I was led through the fog of smoke.
I heard Negan before I had seen him, his laugh booming at some racy joke that one of the guys told him.
“Well if it isn’t my fine fuckin’ ass date!” He cheered, holding his arms out.
The women nearby rolled their eyes, leaning over to whisper to one another.
I wasn’t going to let them get to me. Tonight, no one else existed but Negan and I.
As I approached Negan, he leaned back slightly so he could be face to face with me, “Hey baby.”
Oh God… his voice was so deep, just oozing with lust as he greeted me.
I rubbed my hands on the sides of my thighs out of nervousness, blushing, “Hey Negan.”
He chuckled, licking his lips, “Goin’ to give me a kiss?”
I looked over his shoulder, seeing his buddies and the women, watching us.
Negan moved his head into my view, eyebrows raised.
Giving a short nod, I tipped my head up, my lips barely grazing his. At first taste, I heard Negan growl. Using his chin, he gently jutted it forward, deeping our kiss.
The men clapped and cheered, only to get louder as Negan gripped handfuls of my ass.
“Hmm mmm! Now that is what I’m talkin’ about!” He boasted as he pulled back from the kiss.
Giving my behind a pat, he wrapped an arm around my waist and led me to his group.
I stayed quiet mostly, sipping on his drink when he offered it to me.
Simon came over, whispering something in Negan’s ear. The jovial, lusted look left his eyes briefly, but it returned slightly when he looked at me.
“Need to take care of some shit, baby. Seems like Lucille has a date tonight as well.”
My eyes bugged. Everyone who lived in and around town knew who and what Lucille was. Some serious shit was about to go down.
Negan, although already in my personal space, leaned in even closer, “Keep that fine ass right here, am I clear?”
I swallowed, nervous for the poor bastard that was going to meet Lucille.
“Crystal.” I nodded.
Negan lifted his arm, signaling the others to get a move on.
Most of the party died down considerably, leaving only the women and hang arounds.
It wasn’t long until I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. The sounds of cheap high heels clicked and clacked against the concret floor.
I sighed, really not wanting to do this tonight.
“You think you have him hooked, don’t you?”
I cringed at the nasally voice and the multiple gum popping.
“Hey, she’s talkin’ to you, bitch!”
Rolling my eyes, I got off the stool and faced the group.
Four women stood in a semi circle, their arms folded and scowling at me.
I said nothing as I stood there, waiting.
When one reached out and pushed my arm, I smacked it away and growled, “Don’t fucking touch me!”
Another walked forward, “Why? What are you gonna do?”
“Not a damn thing.”
“Stupid bitch thinks she can rub up all on our Negan?”
I heard the men come back in, but they kept quiet, watching the scene unfold.
The same girl that pushed me, reached out to do it again. Before she could get her lick in, I gave her a right hook, sending her down to the ground hard.
A collective gasp came from the girls. One of them growled and charged at me. When she got close enough, I grabbed the back of her neck and slammed her face into the bar.
I could hear the rip of the mesh fabric from my dress and Negan yell, “Enough!”
The girl stopped, her bony fingers letting go of my dress.
“But fuckin’ nothin’! I leave for thirty goddamn minutes and this is the shit that I come back to!?”
She trembled in fear, backing away.
“I’m shutting this shit down right now!” Taking Lucille, he pointed at her, “Get your friends here off the floor and out of my fuckin’ clubhouse.”
She stood there, trying to stutter out an excuse.
Scrambling to get their behinds out of Negan’s sight proved to be difficult for them as they tripped over their feet.
Negan put his chin on my shoulder, “I’m about eighty percent more into you now.”
I rolled my eyes, but at least my tone held humor, “I don’t know if that’s a good thing or not.”
“C'mon, let’s go. I want this shit cleaned up, now!”
With Negan’s hands rarely leaving my body as we went to his loft, which was connected to the clubhouse; I was finding it very difficult to hold up the top of my dress with shaky hands.
“Had your bag brought up to my room. Sorry about your dress, baby. It looked fuckin’ amazing on you.”
“Thank you.” I said, quietly.
Once inside, Negan escorted me to his bedroom. On his bed was my small overnight backpack.
He leaned against the door jam, biting his bottom lip while watching me, “Don’t mind me, Doll.”
“Turn around you perv,” I laughed.
He did so, thankfully and began to hum. I quickly changed into a purple teddy; just a little something extra that I had picked up for him.
“Okay,” Sighing, I waited for his reaction.
Negan turned, looking me up from my bare, freshly shaven legs, to the skimpy teddy and finally meeting my eyes.
Shaking his head, he bit down on the inside of his bottom lip, “Mmm, I like.”
He slowly stalked over to me, rubbing his chin, “Now you see; Here I thought you were just some shy ol’ manager, but holy shit baby! You’re one hell of a minx!”
He walked around me, close enough that I could feel the warm leather caress my skin.
“I really wanna know, Y/N,”
“Know what?” I asked when he paused.
He leaned close to my ear, “Can I open this fuckin’ gorgeous gift?”
Two long fingers pinched the end of the bow that held the front together, ready to pull at any moment.
I gulped, weighing my options; was I really going to sleep with the President of The Saviors? Give myself over to the one man who I knew could break me?
“Just say the word, baby,” Negan whispered, his tounge sneaking out to gently flick my ear lobe.
Yes, yes the fuck I was going to give myself to this son of a bitch.
“Yes,” I moaned, falling back into his arms.
Negan chuckled darkly, the sound making me even wetter.
Without warning, I spun around, and pushed Negan back up against the wall. He grunted, his smile down right carnal.
Looking into his eyes, I undressed him, being mindful of his leather jacket and cut, which I placed neatly on the chair near the dresser.
I took off his shirt, throwing it to the side, running my hands down his hair covered torso.
When he reached out to undress me, I slapped at his hands.
“Hmmmm, that the fuckin’ game we’re playin’ tonight, baby?”
I licked my lips, sinking down to my knees as I finally got his pants undone. His length sprang free, bouncing gently.
Grasping it at the base, I held him steady as I licked the under side of his cock.
Negan hissed, his eyes heavy lidded as he stared down at me.
Slowly, I wrapped my lips around him, taking him as deep as I could without gaging.
I looked up at him through my lashes, happy to see him rendered speechless for once.
Negan’s chest heaved as I hummed softly. His legs began to shake slightly when I twirled my tounge over the sensitive head of his shaft, lapping up the pre-cum.
“Jesus, I knew those fuckin’ lips would be amazing.” He groaned.
I pumped my hand up and down slowly as I smiled up at him, then took the head back in my mouth.
He threw his head back, the cords in his neck standing out as I sucked lightly.
“Goddman,” he moaned, gripping my hair in both hands.
Putting my hands on his thighs, I let him move my head as he slowly fucked my mouth.
“Fuckin’ filthy mouth, but goddamnit it feels fuck awesome,” he spoke, panting.
He pulled back, leaving the helmet of his cock between my lips, “Let me feel that tounge, baby,”
I traced the outline of him, then licked the slit before sucking him more firmly, “Fuck yeah.”
Negan’s dirty talk and the taste of him was becoming too much.
He watched as I slipped my hand into my panties.
Slowly, I ran my fingers in between my wet folds, moaning around the head of his shaft, which in turn had his legs locking up.
“Keep that shit up and I’ll blow my load, baby.”
Cupping my jaw, he pulled his cock from my mouth, it bobbing with a wet plop.
I whined, rubbing my clit.
“Get on that bed,” he demanded gruffly, letting go of my chin and helping me up.
As I turned to walk away, he gripped the hand that I had in between my legs, sucking my fingers into his hot mouth.
“Oh god,” I moaned.
“Hmmm mmm, fuckin’ delicious.”
I walked backwards, pulling him with me.
Negan helped me out of my panties, letting them fall to the floor. He then pulled on the string that held the teddy closed, my breasts finally free from the confinement of the see through lace.
Negan licked his lips, pushing on my shoulders gently, to sit me down, “Lay back for me, Y/N. Need to get the whole view.”
I was self-conscious, but did as he asked.
He hissed, running his hands up my thighs, “Look at that pretty pussy,” his voice was so deep.
“You gonna let me pet it, baby, huh?” He asked, his fingers dangerously close.
“Yes,” I panted.
Negan smiled as he hummed, taking two long fingers and running them on my outter lips, tickling me.
I rolled my hips, needing his touch.
The tips of his fingers gently probed my slit, sinking in at slow pace. He dipped his fingers in my entrance, coating his digits, “Fuckin’ hell. You are absolutely drenched,”
“Negan,” I pouted, propping myself on my elbows so I could watch as he touched me.
“Hmm, you like to look huh? Tell me baby; does it turn you on watching my fingers fuck that pussy?”
Jesus he dirty talk was gonna be the death of me. Well, good sir, two could play that game.
“What baby?” His smile was cocky.
I reached down, pressing his hand more firmly against me, looking him in the eyes, “I want that thick cock inside me,”
His pupils dilated, the smile slipping from his lips.
I pressed on, rolling my hips against his hand, “I want you to fuck me so hard that I forget my own name,”
Bending my legs so that they were spread wide and I was able to sit up slightly, I reached for his length, closing my hand around him, my palm rubbing against the head.
Negan’s panting was damn near uncontrollable at this moment; my own pants matching his as he curled his fingers.
He slipped his fingers from me, pulling me closer to the edge, his shaft touching my mound, “Fuckin’ continue,”
He spread my out lips as I took hold of him, rubbing his pre-cum all over my clit.
“I want this cock to tease me,” I groaned, my head falling back.
“Yeah?” He asked, licking his lips, “You gonna show me where you want my cock?”
Rubbing the helmet up and down, getting him nice and lubricated, I finally placed him at my entrance.
“Oh yeah,” he moaned, barely moving his hips as he teased me with the tip.
“How bad do you want it baby?” He pushed in farther, pausing, “Like this?”
I held my torso up, watching as he teased, “Deeper Negan,”
He pulled out, pushing in even slower, “Goddamn this is the best pussy,”
“Deeper,” I mewled.
Again, he pulled back, only leaving the head at my entrance. This time, unable to help himself, he pushed hard, burying himself to the hilt.
“Fuck!” We both shouted.
Negan gripped my hips and began picking up pace, watching my breasts bounce with each thrust.
“Fuck, I gotta get a taste, baby.” He moaned, his hips still jack hammering as he leaned down and took a nipple in his mouth.
I moaned so loud that it echoed in the bedroom, holding his head to my breast, watching as his tounge flicked over my hard nipple.
He bit lightly, pulling at my breast, letting it fall from his mouth, coated in his saliva,
“Harder, fu-fuck me harder!” I begged.
Negan growled as he bit down more firmly on my breast, his hips slapping against me.
“Negan!” I screamed, coming so hard.
He rubbed my clit, prolonging my orgasm, “Fuck, Y/N!”
His thrusts became harder and erratic as he was about to come. Pulling out, he began to stroke himself furiously, but I couldn’t have him take care of himself.
Sitting up all the way, I held my breasts up, letting his slicked cock, slip in between them.
I braced myself, letting Negan hold my breasts together as he brought himself to completion.
He grunted loudly as the come spurted from his shaft, coating my breasts in a pearly sheen.
He panted, his cock still nestled in between my breasts, “Jesus, fuck, baby…”
Negan could barely form a compete sentence. As his member softened, he stood back, his steps wobbly.
He went to the bathroom and wet a washcloth and coming back out. His steps were more sure as he got his composure back.
I was sitting up in bed, leaning back slightly on my hands.
He paused, looking at the mess that we had made.
“What?” I asked.
He kissed his teeth, “That is one hell of a picture you set, baby.”
I laughed, not believing my eyes as he began to harden again.
“Round two, already?”
He chuckled, coming over and cleaning me up, “Well, my come all over my fuckin’ favorite tits, sure do get me riled, doll.”