wide brim black hat

hogwarts houses & autumn aesthetics

gryffindor. the crackling of fire; roasted marshmallows; loud laughs; soft pillows; socked feet; burning your tongue while sipping a hot drink too quickly; jumping in coloured piles of leaves; the smell of cinnamon, orange and chocolate; hair blowing wildly in the wind; oversized sweaters; listening to loud music through headphones; baking with friends and laughing hysterically at the mess you create; watching stars from the rooftop; lying on the floor in a moment of deep thought

ravenclaw. watching people through foggy windows in cafes; overthinking; clouds of warm breath in the cold air; the cold crisp of air against your face; cups of hot coffee in the morning; listening to the hammering of the rain against the window, or the roof; wrapping up in soft blankets; silent chuckles; hidden smiles; the sound of pages turning; soft scarves; muttering something under your breath while concentrating; loose ponytails; deep conversations at night; paint in warm colours; tired yawns; falling stars

hufflepuff. messy buns; the sound of crunching leaves under your boots; knotted cardigans; wide smiles; star gazing; deep sighs; soft socks; rosy cheeks; fluffy earmuffs; vanilla scented candles; hanging fairy lights everywhere; warm and long hugs; hot chocolate with marshmallows; pumpkin carving; staying in bed just a little bit longer; flower crowns; sunny mornings; walking around with flowers in your jeans pockets; delighted laughs; capturing the last rays of sun with a vintage camera; intertwined fingers; cuddles

slytherin. cold fingertips; walking through the woods; inhaling the cold air at night; content smiles; the feeling you get when you can finally lay in bed after a shitty day; pressing your forehead against a cold window; combat boots and oversized coats; dark lip colours; the flickering of candle light in the darkness; misty mornings; black tea; leather gloves; deep, husky voices; amused smirks; walking barefoot on a cold, wooden floor; black, wide-brimmed hats and vintage sunglasses 

how to spot urban witches (from experience)

  • their bag and pockets are filled with literally so many stones i swear how the heck??
  • they’ll have dates in the closest forest because its super witchy
  • rockin that witchy fashion, probably wearing a lot of black with crystal necklaces and maybe a wide brim hat. slay.
  • lil doodles up their arms of sigils
  • literal grafitti of runes around their neighbourhood, probably done by them or a friend
  • ‘wanna see this pic of a ghost i caught on camera?’
  • they ask so many philosophical questions like what happens after death its so intense
  • maybe wearing a pentagram but not always
  • on the whole, they love animals so so much
  • halloween is their fave holiday

Looks of the month:

-a long, messy head of hair, with a few tiny braids weaved in

-a loaf of artisanal bread at your hip

-hand-sewn clothing styled in the ‘sadd colours’

-a flock of crows that follow you throughout the day

-a linen apron tied around your waist, with soot stained into the folds

-a pocket bible tucked into said apron

-cold, pallid skin

-a fine black hat with a wide brim hiding your tired eyes

-a mouthful of bitter tea, which keeps you from smiling at the handsome farm boy you walk past

Persephone {pt.4}

Type: Miniseries Continuation; 7th Sense | One | Two | Three | Four | Five (FINAL) |
Genre: Drama, Fantasy, Fluff, Suggestive (NO SMUT), Demon!AU, Witch!AU
Member: Joshua/Jisoo
Word count: 1,973
A/N: It’s been exactly 4 months since I’ve updated Persephone. Sigh…so sorry for the long wait.

Joshua stared at the tile wall, eyes pink and swollen from all the tears. He lay in the ice cold water, his arms draped over your wilt body that rests on his chest. He was completely drenched from head to toe, but he couldn’t be bothered by that.

His throat felt dry as fuck from all the screaming.

Joshua begged you to come back to him. He begged and begged, desperately whispering sweet words into your ear as he held you in his arms. When that didn’t work, he tried tracing your soul.

He used up all his energy to summon your soul back to your body before you could reach the final destination.

He could feel you, but couldn’t find you.

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don’t fear the reaper

Summary: Legends tell of a valiant warrior, blessed by the divine, betrayed by the leader he fought so hard to serve, locked into an eternal half-life. Called goblin, this man lives forever, watching the years pass him by, until his fated other half can release him.

(It’s funny, Nico thinks. They say legends are always a little true.)

General Nico di Angelo is killed at noontime, under a sky as blue as his lover’s eyes.

It happens like this, like divine retribution for the guilt he keeps pressed between his fingers. He returns from the war triumphant and blood-stained, followed by a legion of adoring soldiers and whispers of divinity, of spirits, of death. His name has spread across the continent, passed between enemy lips, like a promise. A warning.

If the fates abandon you, and you meet the man with clothes as black as midnight and a sword red as blood, turn back, turn back.

You will not survive him.

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got7 as jobs/careers | imagine

jinyoung: author

- sold over 5 million copies worldwide

- successful

- enjoys writing in the horror/mystery genre

- cardigans, turtlenecks, and denim

- thinks best with a glass of wine

- book signings

- has an extended vocabulary

- vintage typewriter

- circle glasses

bambam: youtuber

- attends vidcon

- has over 10 million subscribers

- is apart of the youtube red series

- literal meme

- global meetups

- ootds

- reaction videos

- vlogs

- popular especially for his video editing skills

- replies to the comments

- uploads daily

youngjae: musician

- new york

- master at the piano and guitar

- wide brim black hats

- performs at local theatres

- open to collab with any artist

- tours nationwide

- is played on the radio time to time

- has a beautiful voice

yugyeom: dancer

- has appeared on a variety of dancing shows and reality tv shows

- underground dance battles

- specializes in krumping & hip hop styled dancing

- dresses in ripped jeans, baggy sweatshirts, and caps

- featured in popular music videos

- looks up to chris brown

- goes by ‘kyum’

- very popular

jaebum: singer

- R&B

- performs at sold out shows

- goes by 'defsoul’

- steals everyone’s heart

- world tours

- enjoys meeting the fans

- vocals for days

- dresses like an emo

- interviews

mark: model

- fashion model

- models for expensive brands like yeezy, gucci, chanel, etc

- used to work at in n out

- on the cover of magazines

- always traveling

- just your regular LA boy when he’s not being a model

- makes tons of money

- has his own fashion line

- smokes with his friends after a long day

jackson: doctor

- 'dr. wang’

- always stressing how you need to be healthy

- gives out organic tea bags instead of lollipops

- works at both hospitals and clinics

- the hottest doctor around

- jokes around with his patients to lighten the mood

- very kind hearted

- serious when he needs to be

- hates giving out bad news about patients

- turns into a 5 year old when he has child patients

165. “Why did you choose me?”  for anon (human au)

Send me prompts?

The city is dark and quiet, night weighing it down like a thick blanket. Sparse lanterns illuminate empty streets and half-finished buildings, blinking red lights of cranes looming over wooden skeletons and stacks of bricks. This is the kind of district you don’t want to find yourself in after dusk, populated only by stray dogs and garbage trucks, where every shadow feels like a nightmare with eyes at your back, ready to jump and take your wallet before taking your life as well.

Apart from the distant hum of busy highways, cars rushing like blood through urban veins and sirens singing a song of crime, there’s a rumble of cheers and chatter coming from one of the lit up warehouses near the river’s edge. Off-white cigarette smoke rises in wispy plumes towards the high ceiling criss-crossed with beams and holding cheap halogen lights that make every face look hollow.

The metal sliding door opens just as a limo stops in front of the building, a wave of cacophonous noise pouring out onto the concrete. A tall figure steps out of the car, all sharp lines, black coat and a black hat with a wide brim shrouding most of his face in mystery. Even though the space is crowded shoulder-to-shoulder, the sea of bodies parts before Magnus as he makes his way up the staircase and into the VIP area, the electronic music bouncing against his ribs in an erratic beat. Between the tables and chairs half-naked girls with smiles stuck to their faces carry trays laden with bottles and glasses of expensive alcohol, as well as with packets of white powder for the more exotic tastes.

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How to cosplay your Auntie Jilli, the Lady of the Manners and Vampire Witch Queen

Updated from previous years!

If any of you do this, please oh please send me photos!


  • A full ankle length skirt, worn with petticoats, in black, burgundy, black & white stripes, or black & pink stripes.
  • A high-collared blouse that matches one of the colors of your skirt, worn with a ruffly jabot of a matching or appropriately contrasting color.
  • Black tights (or stripy tights if the skirt is black).
  • Black granny boots with not-too-high of a heel.
  • A black or burgundy frock coat or long vest/waistcoat.
  • A black top hat or wide-brimmed hat with lots of tulle.
  • Or hair pulled back in a giant bun.
  • Some sort of spooky pin or pendant (bat, skull cameo, bird skull, giant witchy crystal …) to wear over the jabot.
  • Ankh pendant on a long ribbon.
  • Smudgy/smokey eye shadow with lots of glitter.
  • Dark burgundy lipstick. 


  • Long burgundy hair with pointy bangs and pale pink streaks at the temples.
  • Big silver rings on every finger.
  • Wire-framed glasses. (If you manage to find a pair of diamond-shaped wire frames, TELL YOUR AUNTIE JILLI!)
  • Possibly fangs.

Fun Accessories!

  • A cup of tea or a double americano with cream.
  • A bar of 70-80% dark chocolate.
  • A copy of Dracula or Interview with the Vampire.
  • A fuzzy toy bunny with fangs.
  • An MP3 player full of The Damned, My Chemical Romance, The Cure, Sisters of Mercy, Bauhaus, Siouxsie, Faith and the Muse, Jill Tracy, Chelsea Wolfe, Fall Out Boy, and Panic! at the Disco. And more My Chemical Romance.

Super-Advanced Fun Accessories!

  • A tall bald man with a strawberry blond goatee and glasses, in a black suit, a fond yet slightly grumpy expression, and a British accent. 
  • A large chubby tabby cat with an adoring expression and pointy teeth. 
  • A large black cat who warbles a lot.

You have been dating Jiyong for a number of years, and have recently made the shift to be with him permanently in Korea. Despite the difficulties you have been having adjusting to life here, your love for him is as strong as ever. Until one day, something sparks your insecurities. 

G Dragon’s secret – a nation betrayed. Your eyes skim the headline glaring at you from the screen of your laptop, fingers hovering over the mouse. Usually, you were one to scroll past click bate titles garnered at catching attention with little content. This one had only stopped you ambling through your facebook feed because of the picture attached – Jiyong, your boyfriend, standing on a stage struggling to hold a Korean flag larger than his body. His face was half hidden, cut in half by the white material, but you immediately knew it was him – he was completely identifiable by the shock of orange hair he had been sporting at the time the photo was snapped. A nation betrayed? You scoff. Jiyong was patriotic – annoyingly so. There was nothing you could imagine him doing to betray his nation. Like most Koreans, his patriotism bordered on bizarre nationalism. Anyone just had to mention the word Takeshima to him before he would launch into a Dokdo fueled rant. A small thought flickers at the back of your mind. Maybe it was about his drafting in the army? Many saw his deferral of mandatory service as unpatriotic. You raise an eyebrow, clicking the link, your curiosity on the subject getting the better of you. You knew his draft date was approaching, but he had never mentioned the subject to you – you’d assumed he’d just been avoiding it.

Kwon Jiyong lives a life envied by most. A look at his Instagram serves as a window to his lavish style - showing us first class planes, expensive champagne, decadent food and unbelievable wealth. His unique ability at producing has enabled him to reel out smash hit after smash hit for his band – Big Bang – causing it to be one of the most successful Korean groups to date, reaching international fan bases like few others have. Beyond that, his creativity in dressing has also amounted him a massive following in the fashion world – no doubt aided by his ability to look both androgynous and sexually appealing at the same time. It’s not uncommon to see him rubbing shoulders with fashion elite as a front row guest at Chanel shows.

So, where could Korea’s golden child have gone wrong? He has a secret, and if we delve a little deeper into his personal life it’s not too difficult to uncover. But before we discuss that, we need to talk about Korea – a strength of Korea is it’s homogeneity. We are one nation, and we are one people. Koreans are unlike any other group of people. Our rich history makes us unique, our culture defines who we are. Who understands us better than us? So, we really aren’t compatible to date foreigners.

You stop reading, your mind already knowing exactly where this was going. You take a deep breath, scrolling down the page. A picture of you is clearly visible, your wider-than-average almond eyes proving the exact point the author is trying to make. Your insecurities come rushing, hitting your chest like a heavy thud. You try to breathe slowly, but you aren’t seeming to gasp enough air.

‘Y/n, are you okay?,’ The familiar voice seems distant, too far for you to place, and it isn’t until you feel a hand touch your shoulder that you jump slightly. You turn to see Jiyong, his face twisted in worry. ‘Baby, calm down. What’s going on?’ He questions, crouching down in front of you, his hands shifting to both sides of your legs, resting patiently. He raises his eyebrows, utter surprise on his face. You take a minute, your breathing slowing slightly. He always had a calming effect on you.

‘I…,’ You pause, unable to get the words out. ‘I can’t… I’m not Korean.’ Your words are met by a surprised chuckle.

‘It’s taken you this long to figure that out?,’ His jesting causes tears to well in your eyes. ‘Hey, hey… wait a minute.’ He quickly corrects himself, his hand lifting, thumb extending to wipe the fat tear that is rolling down your cheek. He leaves his thumb there, softly stroking your face.

‘I’m sorry.’ You mumble, eyes looking down to your knees to avoid looking at him.

‘What are you even talking about? I don’t understand why you’re so upset right now, y/n.,’ He waits, before his eyes flick to the computer screen, glancing over the article. ‘Oh, shit.’ His words are filled with anger.

‘I’m… not…,’

‘Stop. Stop saying that.,’ He interjects. ‘That is nothing but racist garbage from a bitter old conservative who shouldn’t even be given the time of day. He doesn’t even deserve this kind of platform to spread his hate.’ He bites sharply.

‘I’m sorry.’ You try again. This time, because you know how ridiculous it is to be this upset about something so obviously wrong. Jiyong sighs, his head shifting close to yours, his eyes focusing intently.

‘Baby, I know this is hard for you. I know you didn’t expect to be living in Korea, away from your family and your friends. I understand that you must be feeling isolated…,’ He pauses, thumb grazing away another tear threatening to roll down your cheek. ‘But I love you, and you make me so happy being here. Do you know how proud I am of you? You’re doing so well. The other day Daesung told me he held a full conversation with you in Korean. He said he was so surprised by how impeccably you spoke – he said you even used the right honorifics with him!’ You rack your brain, trying to remember when you had spoken to him.

‘I only speak to him in Korean because I assumed he doesn’t speak English…’ You trail off.

‘He doesn’t speak English. He’s terrible.,’ Jiyong’s face breaks into a gummy smile as he shakes off a laugh. ‘My point is, though, you’re improving so much and trying so hard.’ He leans forward, his soft lips brushing sweetly against yours, pursing into a delicate kiss.

‘I love you.’ You murmur against his lingering mouth.

‘I love you too. I love you more than anything, y/n, and I don’t care who knows. I’ll scream it to the world to prove it.,’ He gives your lips a soft peck and pushes up to come to standing fully.  His arms extend, and he begins jumping, feet thrashing the ground as he rotates in circles. ‘I LOVE Y/N. I LOVE Y/N. I LOVE Y’N. SHE ISN’T KOREAN BUT I LOVE HER ANYWAY.’ A smile cracks across your face, and you stand, arms grasping Jiyong’s to stop him.

‘The people downstairs will hear you.’ You giggle, before he envelops you in a deep hug, the strong scent of his uniqueness – his cologne, sweat and cigarettes – envelop you in warmth and safety.

‘That, my princess, is a very Korean thing to say.’ He chuckles, swaying you gently. In that moment you know, despite what anyone thinks about your relationship, you will never stop loving him.

The dawn light shifts through the window, illuminating the screen to your phone. Jiyong had left before the sun had even risen, an early call for a photo shoot for a magazine you’d never heard of before. This had become your morning ritual when he wasn’t with you – a lazy, slow wake up, scrolling through the social media posts of friends you had missed overnight due to the time difference. Your fingers hopped over the screen, hovering to pause as you came across a familiar picture. You and Jiyong, together, standing in front of a tree thick with cherry blossom flowers. It had been taken on your trip to Japan during the last spring season. He was wearing a black, wide brimmed hat with dusty pink hair poking out, his arm draped heavily over your shoulder, pulling you into a thick half embrace. His face was turned towards the camera, his trade mark cheeky grin showing his teeth, floral shirt barely visible at the bottom of the frame. Your eyes were locked directly on him, your face frozen mid laugh, your hair swept into a high bun, messy strands framing the edge of your face. Jiyong himself had posted the picture, with an accompanying caption written both in Korean and English.

Yes, my girlfriend is foreign. I’ve never attempted to hide this fact from the public, nor have I viewed it as something I should hide. Love is a beautiful thing, part of the beauty being that it has the ability to transcend race, religion and gender. We, as Koreans, need to realize this and begin accepting all relationships as equal. Negativity towards difference only reflects the negative attitude of the person holding the archaic beliefs.

Yes, my girlfriend is foreign. I love her deeply, both despite and because of this. So, just to break up the usual window to my lavish lifestyle, today I won’t be showing you first class planes, expensive champagne, decadent food and unbelievable wealth. Instead, I’ll be leaving you with this picture of the woman who has my heart. I love you, y/n.

Creepypasta #1170: Black Hat

Length: Medium

“Congratulations, Mr Castillo! Your project proposal had just been approved.”

My boss shook my hand. My colleagues clapped and gave me taps on the back. I called my wife to tell her about the news. She was ecstatic.

I’m 32. An architect working in one of the top firms in the area. Married to a lovely wife with a wonderful daughter. I’ve got good friends. I feel very blessed. Life is good.

But it hasn’t always been that way. Once upon a time, I was an entirely different person. One without direction. I never thought I would make it this far. I had a pretty rough upbringing. I was rebellious and anti-social.

Then one night changed it all. The night that basically gave me a new lease on life so to speak.

The night I felt lucky to be alive.

I was 16. I was raised in a dysfunctional family. Money was not the problem. My father was a manager at the local bank. But he was rarely home. Eventually my mother found out why – he was having an affair. Since then, my mother became an alcoholic. I became neglected at a very young age. They hated each other, and I hated them both. Three people who couldn’t stand each one’s presence, living under one roof.

I often get into trouble at school. I steal things. I break noses. Violence has become my way of releasing frustration and anger.

Friday night. They’re arguing again, yelling at each other like the bitterest of enemies. I grabbed my backpack and ran out of the house. I needed to get as far away as possible from that hellhole. This wouldn’t be the first time I’ve done that.

It’s been dripping. I opened my bag and checked what’s inside. A couple of shirts, a bottle of water, and a toy gun. Ah, my favorite toy gun. I got it on my 11th birthday from a godfather. It used to be bright red in color, but I painted it black to make it look real. I had even managed to rob a couple of people with it.

But tonight, I want to up the ante.

I want to steal a car.

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Happy Birthday cmoon-2-mars!

We wish @cmoon-2-mars​ a very Happy Birthday! To help celebrate your special day, @mega-aulover​ has written an Everlark story just for you! We hope you like it :)

PROMPT: So, I’m asking. After 1000s of Everlark fics, my faves are still in-Panem AU “this would have happened anyway”. If someone has a chance. I know it’s short notice. Thank you!



Title: Dawn

AN: Thank you @norbertsmom  for betaing at the 10th hour hugs 

Snow was dead.

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AU where Eren is a walking fashion nightmare and Levi is starting out trying to get his own label off the ground. Eren answers an ad Levi put out needing a model for BeyondWallMaria’s first catalogue, partly because he didn’t think modelling would be much work, plus Armin said it was a good idea, and partly because he really needed a job for the time being. 

And Eren, this kid, he shows up with ill fitting jeans and a really awful T-shirt, the kind that you get as a joke in your freshman year in high school because you and your mates thought it would be funny.

It wasn’t funny. In fact, it was so unfunny that Levi looked up from his work, looked at the trainwreck that was framed and backlit in the doorway of his beloved new shop, and muttered an aborted, “what the fu-”, before stopping himself. 

“Uh, I’m Eren, I’m here for that interview? About uh… modelling?” Eren begins, bashful and awkward, tugging at his hair nervously.

Levi pinches the bridge of his nose, and then stands up to appraise Eren, who has now nervously wandered further into the store, looking up and around in wonder. 

Levi squints, trying to block off the obnoxious orange of Eren’s shirt to look better at his face. Its a good face. The young man is pretty, and would skirt the borders of damn near beautiful if he weren’t wearing… whatever he was wearing. 

“Strip,” Levi says, brusque. 

“Wha-? Wait wait wait I thought I’d be modelling with clothes on,” begins Eren, alarmed.

“What? Of course,” Levi says, distracted, rummaging through his racks for something that would suit Eren’s frame. “I can’t look at you with that shirt and those jeans. I want to see how you look in actual clothes.” 

Eren blinks, then grins, amused at the short, angry, clothes-purist designer. So he strips. Levi looks up, arms full of clothing, and immediately squashes the thought that maybe he should make Eren model without clothes one, after all. Why on earth the young man chose to wear such terrible clothes that hid that sort of allure, well, Levi did not know. 

When Eren finally shimmied his way into dark, slim-cut pants and a loose shirt that draped around his collarbones, Levi was looking at him with a sort of smug satisfaction. 

“What? Does it look weird? I told Armin I wasn’t cut out for this,” he rushes, “I’m sorry if I wasted your time, Mr Ackerman,” 

Levi shuts him up with a wave of his hand, leaning forward to place a black, wide-brimmed hat on Eren’s head gently. Eren stills, surprised at the proximity, and his sudden view of freckles on a pale collarbone. Levi Ackerman smelled good, too. 

Levi regarded his new model, sitting quietly and draped in black and muted tones, the only high colour visible the blue-green of his eyes. Eren Jeager would do very well indeed as their model. 

“The photoshoot is next Monday; I’m having a friend help out, they own a studio. Can you make it?” Levi asks.

Eren nods, a smile appearing on his face as he realised he’d gotten the job. “I uh, I’ve never done this before, so thank you for giving me this chance, Mr Ackerman.”

“Levi will do. Eren, was it? I look forward to working with you.”

A few months later, BeyondWallMaria gets featured in the Scouts, on of Zhiganshina’s fashion magazines. Levi’s store gets a few new hands, and Petra and Gunther are always up for a chat or to trade insults, respectively. Eren slips in through the back to find Levi organising the stock room. 

“Levi, hey!” Eren says, grinning as he regards his now-boyfriend. Levi looks up, automatically pulling Eren close by his elbow and pressing his lips briefly against Eren’s. 

“You’re going to be late for your next job.” he murmurs, looking Eren up and down. 

“Your dressed nicely today,” Levi says, as though Eren wasn’t dressed head to toe in the clothes Levi had designed. 

“My boyfriend is a designer, you know,” Eren laughs, stooping down to kiss Levi one more time before he runs off. 

anonymous asked:

What inspired Lempo's outfit because it's fabulous and tbh I kinda wanna wear it ;w;

  • Wide brim hats and a black linen maxi skirt I found from a local recycling center!
  • Poet blouse is a standard clothing I put on every fantasy themed character when I have not came up with anything else yet, combined with tight fitting pants.
  • I couldn’t let them walk around without a proper protection, so that vest and armbands/sleeves serve as a leather armoring (I originally thought about them having a “demon armor“ , if not on the top, then under all the layers as a little surprise).
  • In general I love strega fashion, everything that has witchcrafty vibes. Easiest and quickest way was to influence the design with my own personal tastes and particular accessories I liked, so I went with it.
  • Simplicity, from animation/comic perspective. That hat is hell to draw though. I was wrong. So wrong. As long as I don’t have to draw it,  it’s cool :’–D

The skirt in question, I like how raw and rough the texture looks and feels like. It always reminds me of Finnish summer cottages’ decorations and sauna.


Day 5 of #31DIYsTilHalloween: Blair from Soul Eater! I wore her to #ottawacomiccon in May and it was so much fun to bring her back out for Halloween!

For this cosplay I wore black spandex bike shorts, my favorite black velvet shrug, that faux leather crossover halter top you guys have seen a million times, my Venus Cage Bra from @agashibychristinao (thanks again babe!), my crescent moon choker from @sixfeetdeep_ (use coupon code “SCREAMQUEEN” for 13% off your order!), @pleasershoes @demonia.shoes PVC thigh high platform boots, my 20" Petite Josephine corset, and my DIY Blair hat!

I’ve gotten tons of questions about how I made the hat and I wanted to do a tutorial but there’s no way I’m taking that thing apart and putting it back together. I’ve been making giant witch/scarecrow hats for different cosplays for years and it becomes really easy after awhile! I made it almost exactly the same way I made my scarecrow hat from Day 4 (see earlier posts for that one).
I started with a wide brim black felt hat and built a base with newspaper and plastic bags, duct tape and pins. I wrapped black cotton fabric around the outside and pinned it in place. The spiral is made from gardening wire and duct tape, it took a couple hours to get it positioned the way I wanted it. You really have to just mess with it and keep reshaping everything until it looks the way you want! The white band is white scrap vinyl and black paint, pinned in place. And that’s it!

Let me know what you think of Day 5!

I Got Rhythm: Costuming “An American In Paris,” Part I

Hello, dear readers, and welcome back to Broadway by Design! After taking a look at some unorthodox costumes in my Tanz der Vampire/Le Bal des Vampires, I’m shifting gears back towards traditional Broadway, this time with a still-Parisian twist. By request from an Anon (and with encouragement from my dear friend @annbradleys ), I’m moving up my review of Bob Crowley’s couture-inspired designs from An American in Paris, and I can’t wait to get started!

For those not familiar with this production, it takes its lead from the 1951 movie of the same name. Stunningly for an Oscar-winning production in this era, the costumes for the movie were not Edith Head, but were a team effort by Orry-Kelly, Walter Plunkett, and Irene Sharaff. For the stage production, Bob Crowley definitely took some inspiration from the original movie, but moved in a new direction that was inspired by the high fashion (couture) of post-war France, which means his costumes are elegant, simple, and visually appealing. Let’s dive in, this time with images courtesy of Vanity Fair, which spent quite a bit of time promoting the production:

I’m starting with a group shot for a reason: it gives us an idea of where the costumes start before we begin to look at some of the more unique designs that were given to individual actors and ensemble members. The production is set in post-war Paris, so it makes sense that (especially on the female members of the cast) the costumes are somewhat demure. The style on the women’s dresses are similar, but with an air of refinement in each of them. I like how, despite similar fabrics and patterns, the cut on the green and red-orange dresses on the righthand side are quite different, with the latter sporting a doubled look and the one on the right looking a bit more timeless and classical. The dress in the center and on the left both share that timelessness, but in shades of color that are simply ravishing. I’m not as much of an expert on male costuming, but the mens’ suits are visually appealing and fit the era (late 1940s) extremely well. It’s difficult to get a suit wrong but believe it or not, I have seen it done.

The same Vanity Fair coverage gave us insight into Bob Crowley’s design processes for well, especially for the more elaborate costumes. Below, I’ve included a couple of his design sketches so I can comment a little on that process before proceeding to look at some of the more visually appealing dresses that appear in this production:

(Caption: Galeries Lafayette - Customers/Ladies who lunch)

(Caption: Milo Davenport | Ritz | Chaldet AAIP Ballet, with side notation indicating there is a fur wrap)

Color sketches are how a costume designer first lays out his or her vision for the wardrobe department. A designer, while intimately involved in every aspect of producing a costume, is not a single force and works with an extensive team in the costume shop of the theatre. This includes any number of tailors and seamstresses who will do the actual work of assembling the outfits to the people who add jewel or beadwork, all to the designer’s exacting specifications. But these sketches, often done in pencil and watercolor for intensity of color, are where it all begins. Notice how not every detail is outlined at this early stage; even if these are what the public envisions when they think of designer sketches, they aren’t the finished product. This, however, is how the work gets started and it can take an enormous amount of back-and-forth consultation between the costume designer, the costume shop, the set designer (can’t have color clashes or competition for the audience’s attention!), and even the actor or actress who will wear the finished product. The idea is to give a rough expectation of the finished product while allowing the flexibility to make changes for later. It’s the same process used by fashion designers making regular clothing or runway dresses, but with a different set of people consulted at each step.

Bob Crowley’s designs, as the sketches show, reflect a classic look, something a bit more sophisticated than many of the dresses I have reviewed recently. That’s intentional given the time setting of An American in Paris; as I noted in my reviews of War Paint, the post-war era is where couture really started to come into its own. The designs reflect that while making sense in the context of the musical. There’s a tremendous use of color in the sketches, and that later gets transformed into some beautiful costume designs for the Milo character in particular. With thanks to BroadwayBox, I want to look at a few outfits Milo wears in particular:

I started with this outfit for Milo (as played ably by Jill Paice) because, lo and behold, it matches one of Bob Crowley’s design sketches above! What was once simply pencil and watercolor has now become a far more complex and complete costume from head to toe. We can see that he kept the same red for the dress as in the sketch, as well as the bow-like adornment that lies on the character’s waist. The coat has changed dramatically (remember what I said about sketches changing often?) and is now a black-and-red checked pattern rather than white-and-red, which I think makes it seem much more dramatic. The fabrics are rich and hang well, and there is simple accenting in the form of black suede gloves (according to Ms Paice herself), wide-brimmed hat that accentuates her blonde hair, and a relatively simple gold chain. It’s a visually impressive piece, and I love the way it just looks classical!

Second, we have this green, silky number that goes down to Ms Paice’s ankle. For the most part, it’s a simple dress with a traditional off-the-shoulder look that would have fit in at any swanky 1940s cocktail party (and indeed this costume makes an appearance in a scene set in the Ritz Hotel in Paris), especially on the figure of a wealthy woman like Milo. The lines are very classic and the fabric just looks so rich; having worked mostly in college productions, I can only dream of working with something this fine. But there is an additional element that I absolutely love about this one: the extra flare of silk on the left portion of the bust (viewer’s left, wearer’s right). It takes this dress from simply something that could appear in a Macy’s or Neiman Marcus window and elevates it to couture, a custom fashion made specifically for the wearer.

And one more thing about this dress: it flows, oh does it flow:

It floats outward and immediately comes back into place without looking wrinkled or shabby, and that is the sign of some truly quality work in any production, let alone one by Bob Crowley.

Next, we have an amazing skirtsuit that really shouts out for some analysis. A black A-line skirt is complemented and popped by the leopard-print blouse that imbues the character with two things: a sense of power and a sense of fun. During my review of Christine Ebersole’s wardrobe, I talked about the idea of power suits, and this definitely falls into that category. The cut of the dress (an A-Line) coupled with the color make clear that this is a serious person with serious business and ideas, while the blouse makes it clear that lurking underneath (literally!) there is a fun and vivacious character to be found. With very simple jewelry, the simple nature of the dress is allowed to carry the day, with the blouse itself acting as the accessory. Very clever mixture of techniques that I like!

This gown made its appearance in the Broadway debut of An American in Paris, appearing in the Bal des Beaux-Arts scene where everyone (or almost everyone) is enjoying a masquerade ball. For those who are fans of Phantom of the Opera, the concept of a masquerade ball is not alien; everyone wears their fanciest, most memorable couture and everyone carries or wears a simple mask that is adorned with beads, jewels, and/or feathers in order to conceal their identity.

Milo’s masquerade gown harkens back to the red-and-black checked coat at least in color scheme, and that’s something that I like–but the similarities end there. The skirt is ruffled with layers of what seems to be chiffon, while the black covering is a much smoother, more satiny fabric. Jill Paice said it was her favorite gown of the Broadway production because of the way it allowed her to move and breathe; because the dress is puffed out and because the black is fit to her figure, there’s no need for a corset or other structure underneath. That’s why it looks a little bit smoother in some regards on her upper body.

This dress appears at the beginning of Act II and is another entry in the couture-inspired designs. There’s some classic French and Hollywood glamor on display here, from the bodice that has an almost sensual black lace to the way the dress hangs elegantly without flowing too much; it’s definitely the kind of dress you expect to be seen in, rather than, say, go dancing intensely. While it’s not apparent in this shot, you can just see the hints of a large bow fixed at the back of the dress, a mark of custom design that once again reinforces that we are dealing with a character of means. The accessories are once again relatively simple; Milo Davenport is a character whose wealth and elegance speak for themselves. She doesn’t need fancy jewelry, though the necklace adorning her neck is a beautiful gold number that matches the tones of the dress well.

The last outfit of Milo’s I’ll cover is this number from the finale of Act II. Here, I must confess, I am not as avid a fan of Bob Crowley’s design as I am for some of the other pieces. I like the way the large floral adornment acts as a bridge between the patterned skirt and the un-patterned top of the dress, but the pattern itself strikes me as dated–even in the context of a 1940s-set musical. To be clear, I don’t object to floral patterns in general; indeed, I think Paloma Young did a beautiful job with them in Bandstand. But this one falls a little flat to me. Compared to the other costumes prepared for the character of Milo, this one just feels a bit more low-market. I freely admit that this may be a matter of personal taste, and I won’t criticize the work that went into it, but it just feels like it would have been better with either a different, more subtle pattern, or even as a black dress with some kind of accessories. One positive I will give it, however, is that it does hang well on Ms Paice and the fur stole/wrap really does do it justice.

And here’s the biggest reason I’m not as huge a fan: this dress started out as the dress on the far right of the Milo sketches that I posted earlier. There, it had a subtle pink skirt with the rose adornment. It was sleek and classical without being overly dramatic, and it avoided the somewhat dull pattern work that the final number had. But remember what I said: sketches are just the starting point. Clearly, someone (perhaps Mr Crowley himself!) decided that the final number needed to have Milo in a patterned skirt. It was a judgment call, and while I didn’t love it, I am sure there are many fans of the musical who did.

Overall, I really am in love with the classic, clean, couture look of the musical’s costuming, especially the majority of the dresses prepared for the Milo character. Bob Crowley is a master of the costuming arts and created some truly elegant and beautiful designs, even if I didn’t always agree with his choices. What makes them work is not only that they fit the era of the musical, but that they fit the personality of the character and the actress portraying her as well. On the whole, I can’t really find much to do but celebrate the way this turned out.

Next, I’ll take a look at some of the other costumes in this utterly lavish production, including those of the leading lady in An American in Paris. Bob Crowley put so much work into this musical that it’s only fair to give his costumes the full attention that they deserve.

Stay tuned!

Solangelo Pirate AU --Part Two--

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I still hope you enjoy this second part! I’ll link the two posts as soon as I get this fixed, thanks!



“Is everything alright, cap’in?”

“Hmm, yes, yes. Have the prisoners given any information yet?”

“Yes, cap’in. Two of them had been those servants of the higher class. Prisoners say they were the lot who frequented the royal family’s quarters and runs ‘em errands.”

“Good. Have you identified them?”

“Yes sir. One, the girl, was a rather feisty little thing. Unfortunately the urchin… um…”

“Well? Spit it out.”

“Little lass went crazy and Tommy had to shoot her.”

Will sighed, rubbing his ring-decorated fingers over his face. No, this simply couldn’t do. “And the other one?” he grumbled.

“Still half asleep and mumbling. I think we might ‘ave hit him on the noggin a tad too hard.”

“Good. Tie him up in my quarters—I’ll be the one doing the interrogating, else you bloody bastards end up killing our key to getting that treasure.”

Captain Solace’s second mate, Lancer, nodded his head of ragged brown hair and offered a crooked-tooth grin. “Pardon me, cap’in,” he said, putting a finger forward. “But how’s killin’ off the royal family going to get us rich? If we do it then… we got’s to do it fast, and we wouldn’t be able to raid all their riches.”

“Hmm… you’re not as stupid as I thought. We will get some of their stuff, but a bounty’s up on their heads. Captain Jackson has a score to settle with the snotty-nosed fools, anyone who can kill them gets a chest full of rubies. Not on his priority list of people to kill, but he hates them anyway.” Will smiled to himself. Pirate bounties were always up for grabs, if you knew where to look. Rich enough pirates, like Percy Jackson for example, could give you a good amount of riches for killing people they want dead but couldn’t bother to do so themselves.

The pirate industry was far better than the trading industry now a days.

Will frowned, glaring at his second mate. “What are you still standing here for? Go tie up the prisoner!”

“Y-yes cap’in!” Lancer stumbled away in a rush, leaving Will alone at the head of the deck.

The waves were calm today. The weather was wonderful and not a single thing seemed out of place. Will had his crew weigh anchor just off the coast of an isolated beach, a little way from the kingdom’s docks. Once the royal family was disposed of, Will would get his bounty and say goodbye to the vast town filled with penniless, miserable people.

Ah yes. Life on the sea was one for him! Well… he will miss someone.  

Nico… He was too sincere, too charming, too wonderful of a person to leave behind. It was a long shot, but Will knew he would find him again. He would find Nico and ask him to come with, to leave the drab city behind. He had so much potential and wonder…

Yes, somehow, when they return to the docks to execute the mission, he’d find Nico. He’d force him onto the ship if he had to.

He just… he didn’t want to lose him.

“The servant’s all ready for interrogation, sir. A feisty one he is, squirmin’ and thrashin’ all about.”

“Alright. Thank you, Lancer.”

Across the deck and into the captain’s quarters Will went, making sure to keep his pistols well hidden within his coat. His first mate, Kayla, was awaiting him by the double doors. She had a small smirk on her face as he set his hands on the knobs.

“I wish you the best of luck, dear brother.” She said, giving a little mock-salute. “You’ll need it.”

Will was all too used to her antics. “That bad, huh?”

She nodded. “Like he’s possessed by the devil ‘imself.”

“Good,” the captain smiled, turning the brass knobs. “I like a challenge.”


Nico’s wrists burned horribly from the rope.

He twisted and turned in desperation to find anything so use as a means of escape. There was a single cot and a dresser on the far side of the room, filled with all sorts of knick-knacks, they were two far away. Crammed against the wall on the opposite side were what seemed to be more dressers, desks and cabinets filled with sparkling knick-knacks of a similar kind. Again, too far away. This left him securely tied to a chair in the middle of a bare floor facing an ominous looking set of double doors.

He tried moving his chair, to inch it toward the pile of knick-knacks, but it seemed to be made of an especially heavy wood or metal because it simply wouldn’t budge. It wouldn’t even topple over!

Frustrated, Nico let out another scream through his gag. This cloth was replaced by something less pungent than what was put on him during the kidnapping, but it was still horribly disgusting. Who knew how many mouths this thing had been used on.

Just as he was ready to give his bound wrists another thrashing, the double doors opened and he froze. The pirates who’d bound him said that The Captain was coming. Oh god…


Holy sh-


Blue eyes, blond hair, sun-kissed skin and a splash of freckles… all fit into one hell of an outfit with a royal-red coat, glinting belts, and a rather flamboyant, black, wide-brimmed hat. What the hell…?

Nico simply could believe his luck- or misfortune, he had yet to find out- as the man approached with an honestly puzzled expression. He tugged down Nico’s gag so he could gape as well as stare in disbelief.

“Nico… what?” Will wondered how Lancer didn’t tell him it was Nico. Of all people who he would soon murder, it had to be this boy. Well… he was the captain, after all. What he says goes.

“Y-you’re a pirate?!” Nico screamed, causing Will to flinch.

“Well, I-“

“You said you were a merchant! You dirty lying-“

“Hey, let me explain!” He raised his hands in surrender. “Would you have believed me if had told you I was one? And if you did, would you still have hung out with me?”

Nico gaped, at a loss for answers. He did have a point. “But…”

“Listen, I found you… well, putting it bluntly, attractive.”

Nico didn’t want to give him any hope, but well… the color rising to his cheeks was involuntary.

“I wanted to befriend you, alright? I wanted to get to be someone in your life. In truth, I was going to find you after we completed what needed to be done, the reason we’re in this kingdom. I was going to ask you to leave the place with me, confess who I really was, but I swear to you, the only lie I’ve ever told you was about my being a merchant. I swear.”

This man was either all too honest and straight-forward, or an extremely good liar. Whichever, Nico found himself wanting to believe Will. He felt like in those two days he was with him, he’d suddenly known every single thing about this man, and admittedly found those things endearing. But now that knowledge was in great doubt.

Will Solace was a pirate. A bloody pirate. They pillaged and plundered and murdered… yet they did they wanted and went wherever they wanted. And Will… Will wasn’t just a pirate, he was a goddamn captain of an entire crew. If Will really did care about him…

Something more to life, huh?

“What… what was ‘needed to be done’?” he asked, his dark eyes scanning the captain for any signs of malice. All he saw was a blink of surprise.


“You said you were only in this kingdom to do a job of sorts. What job is it, and what does it have to do with me?”


“Be honest with me, Will.” His locked their gazes, making sure to convey every ounce of conviction, wanting, and maybe even a bit of desperation, in that one look.

“I…” His shoulders slumped. “Well, I have to tell you sometime, don’t I?” He let out a small chuckle. Then straightened back up, now wearing an expression of relief. “The royal family has a considerably high price on their heads, and we want that bounty. You, Nico, are a servant on the inside. You work in close quarters with the royals and know the ins and outs to their private chambers. You hold information.”

“So… you’re going to murder them?”



Well, those snot-holes were nothing but stuck-up rulers who hoarded all the money for themselves and left the kingdom starving. They were harsh and rude, especially the eldest princess. Hah, at times, Nico found him close to murdering her himself. There were even talks of a revolution around town, a storming of the palace by the people. Well, killing them swiftly and privately would make that whole ordeal easier.

“You do realize that the place is heavily guarded right? And the guards are pretty good at their job so…”

“Does this mean you’ll help us?” Will was absolutely beaming. Nico almost laughed.

“Does this mean you’ll take me as far away from this kingdom as possible?”

“You can count on that.”

“And I can join your crew?”

“Of course!”

“And you’ll untie me? My wrists are burning.”

“Oh, uh, I-I’ll get to that now.” This time, Nico had to actually laugh. Will was flustered and clearly embarrassed as he pulled out a knife and began to cut through the knots. He was adorable.

“Then you have yourself a done deal.”

Will looked up, a wild grin playing on his lips. “One more thing,” he said. “Promise to have a one-on-one dinner with me sometime?”

“Are you asking me out?”

“Um… yes…?”

Nico rolled his eyes, breaking into a smile of his own. “Finish untying me and I’ll think about it.”

Will laughed. “That’s good enough for me.”


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