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its-stimsca · 7 months

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WILLIAM AFTON STIMBOARD FOR DAY 20 OF STIMTOBER I AM INDESCRIBABLY EXCITED FOR THE FNAF MOVIE

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Gif 1: The Camera explores a dark hallway devoid of all people. The walls are blank, and the top half of the hallway is painted purple while the bottom half is painted dark green, a small strip of orange paint dividing the two. The carpet is a gross grayish brown, and the ceiling is white and tiled. An opening is labeled on the left by a sign hanging from the ceiling, reading “Men”, and a sign reading “Women” can be seen further down the hallway.

Gif 2: A dimly lit room with various pieces of electrical and sciencey looking equipment laying around. One of them sparks up, shooting a flame of purple fire into the space and lighting up the room.

Gif 3: A close up shot of someone’s chest, They are wearing a black suit, with a white dress shirt, and purple tie. Their right hand reaches up to straighten the tie before falling back to their side.

Gif 4: A close up shot of the ground in the city during a rain storm. The water reflects the lights further up the street of cars driving through the rain, and neon signs of buildings. The image is tinted purple.

Gif 5: William Afton from the Five Nights at Freddy’s movie, played by Matthew Lillard. He is mid sentence in the gif. He wears a gray dress shirt with crisscrossing black lines that form a grid pattern, along with a purple tie with thin, black diagonal stripes. He is a white man who looks to be in his 50s, his short hair beginning to gray. He has a beard that connects to a mustache, and wide-rimmed glasses. He’s in an office.

Gif 6: The Camera hovers in front of a silver machine with a circular purple screen in the middle, turned off. The screen has grid lines on it, and below the screen the words are printed “Oscilloscope, Model 460.” Various other black dials are scattered across the panel’s surface.

Gif 7: Two keys dangle from a key ring, a third key on the ring inserted into the lock of a door. The door is white and the keys are silver, but the image is tinted purple.

Gif 8: Two hands manipulate the fingers of a doll hand, each joint articulated. The image is tinted purple.

Gif 9: The cameraman is exploring an empty, dark, movie theater, the camera panning around to show off the space. The walls and chairs are a desaturated blue, while the railings of the aisles are painted purple.

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historical-closet-raider · 8 months

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Stripey Sunday

Image credit - Augusta Auctions

This 1825-30 dress was part of Tasha Tudor's extensive costume collection before being auctioned in 2007.

Here's the description given on the the Augusta Auctions website:

"Roller printed in stripes of orange, brown and white over-printed with red and blue florals, rounded neckline, centre front closure, bodice with tucked bias diagonal bands across the chest, full puffed sleeve tapering to 1" piped cuff, self fabric button on each cuff, apron front gathered to drawstring tie, finished with attached 2" fabric belt, full gathered skirt, muslin lined bodice, sleeves and hem facing, probably English"

I feel cosy just looking at this dress. It has peak grandma's curtain energy and peak autumn vibes.

#19th century fashion #romantic era fashion #1820s #1830s #fashion history #cottagecore #warm colors #extant garments #early 19th century #striped dress

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springlock-suits · 8 months

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I am posting these for personal reference so I don't have to keep looking through my screenshots lol

First trailer, speaking to Mike on the phone. Wearing a tan dress shirt with stripes. Bold stripes are either blue or black or red or green?, color of lighter stripes cannot be discerned. Shirt appears to have a left brest pocket, but hard to tell. Navy blue tie with white dots in a diamond pattern. White undershirt. Clothes overall loose and casual/comfy

Second trailer, physically speaking to (presumably) Mike, takes place before first trailer appearance. Beige dress shirt with left breast pocket. Simple plaid pattern. Maroon tie with thin black diagonal stripes

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His phone is a boxy shape, and stands out with a taller/more elevated base than I usually find so far. Due to the width, we can assume the phone he's using is one that came with many speed dial options. Understandable as he works a business here

#i want to cosplay him soo bad and i cant find ANY accurate clothes for the life of me #well except for the navy tie that was easy #fnaf reference #steve raglan #fnaf movie trailer #fnaf movie #i wonder if the phone has caller id lol #trying to find what it is but no exact matches yet #and not rly worth mentioning. he is wearing gold colored aviator glasses

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wardrobemoments · 11 months

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I like the little details like Rigsby's tie not being as neat as Cho's, and how Rigsby almost always wears diagonal striped ties while Cho wears subtle textures or small geometric patterns. Rigsby is a little more brash, a little more conventional -- Cho is understated, muted. They work really well together and play to their strengths.

#the mentalist #kimball cho #wayne rigsby #tim kang #owain yeoman #tm 3x09

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roller6262 · 6 months

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Harvey Gives Fashion Advice

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Harvey still had time before his next class, so he headed straight for his dorm. Harry's bed was topped with cardboard boxes, and Harry himself was rummaging through his wardrobe. He would evaluate individual items before deeming they were no good and tossing them behind him. "Dude, I've been gone for a few hours, are you still trying to find something to wear?" Harvey asked his room mate.

"Oh, Honey, I already picked out a casual outfit for the day" Harry replied without taking his eyes off his clothes. "That's what I wore to pick up all those boxes."

"By the way, what is all this stuff?" Harvey sat on Harry's bed and peeked inside the boxes. It was a mix of decorations, papers, and small items that looked like they could be used for games.

"Those are the supplies for tomorrow's Queer Student Union meeting. As secretary it was my job to pick them up from storage."

"So why are you changing again?"

"And repeat an outfit on the same day? Hell no. There's an executive meeting with all the Queer Student Union's leaders tonight, so I need to look my best."

"Sheesh, I'm glad I'm not a member of your gay club" Harvey sighed, "If I spent as much time on clothes as you did, I'd never get out of this dorm."

"Oh shut up" Harry said, tossing a shirt he was looking at onto his bed, "I bet I spend less time on clothes than you do styling that ridiculous pompadour" Harry ran his fingers through his own curly hair, then turned around to face his room mate, finally seeing that Harvey was wearing a patka, "Or at least, how much time you usually spend on it. That thing on your head is new. Is it some kind of fashion statement?"

"Huh?" Harvey placed his hands on top of his head, feeling cloth where he expected to feel gelled hair. "I thought I took this thing of last night. Did I tie it back on this morning?"

"What are you mumbling about?" Harry turned back to his wardrobe, "instead of making fashion statements like that, I wish you were a fashion guru. I could use some advice." Harry grabbed a pink scarf and wrapped it around his neck. He considered it for a moment before tossing it towards the bed like all the rest. This time, it landed on Harvey's head.

The scarf wrapped itself around Harvey's patka, forming a pink UK-style turban. "Wait… this is just like with Gurpreet's table cloth. Was- was that real? It is happening again!?" While Harvey was expressing a great deal of panic, the texture of his face became smoother, and his cheek bones were more pronounced. All of his hair once again darkened to a shade of black. His mustache thickened, covering his upper lip, and his beard grew to his collar in a squared off shape. To maintain this shape it was not cut, but rather well maintained. Harvey winced, expecting to bloat into a fat man like before. Instead, he grew a bit taller and slimmed into a model physique. He got that warm feeling again as his skin turned an Indian hue, a bit darker than Harvey's normal time, but a good amount lighter than previously. His features changed slightly to be more telling of a Punjabi man, but it was unmistakably Harvey's face.

Finally the rest of his clothes were altered. He was wearing a light blue silk button up with grey wool trousers and brown leather shoes. A tricolor, diagonally striped long tie appeared around his collar. A pink scarf, matching his new turban, hung from his neck, and a dark navy suit jacket topped his shoulders. Harvey looked at his arms in disbelief, his wrists were decorated with a gold watch on the left and an iron Kara bracelet on the right. "Am I imagining things again? Why is it so different this time?"

"So Harpinder" Harry started, as if Harvey hadn't said anything just now. He was holding up two shirts, one in each hand, "Which do you think would look better on me tonight?"

"What are you talking about, Harry?" Harvey realized this was just like with Gurpreet. Harvey, or Harpinder as he was now, seemed completely normal to Harry. "You never ask me for advice about clothes."

"I just didn't want to bug you with my day to day stuff" Harry admitted, a bit embarrassed "you're such a famous fashion influencer after all. I'm sure you have more important things to do." Just then Harvey got a notification on his phone, actually he was receiving several. He unlocked it and the phone opened to a photo-sharing social media app. Instead of his usual profile, he was logged into @sikhstyleguru under the name Harpinder Singh. The page looked like it was regularly updated with photos of Harvey as he appeared now, wearing a variety of fashionable suits and street wear. Scrolling down, Harvey figured this page had to have been active for a few years, which should have been impossible because he only transformed a few weeks ago. Was reality changing? Is that why no one thought his sudden changes were odd? Either way, Harvey took this as proof that he wasn't imagining things, he really had become a Sikh man.

He tapped on his most recent photo, the one he was getting notifications for. The like count was already well above three thousand and still ticking up. Comments included phrases like "waheguru" followed by praying hands emoji and "Att" with the fire emoji. "I really am a fashion influencer" Harvey said to himself.

"That's why I'm asking you, you know better than anyone" Harry said. Harvey was confident he'd be able to return to normal, as he had before. For now he decided he would play along with Harry's vision of him, as it would be useless to try and convince Harry that he was someone else. Still, Harvey's idea of a good outfit was a white tee and black jeans, hardly the wisdom that Harry was expecting. He decided he should just answer truthfully. "Honestly, Harry, I don't think either of those shirts would work." Harpinder stroked his hairy chin while thinking, "If you're going to meet with other leaders of your organization, you yourself should look like a leader. I think I can lend you something." He turned to his own wardrobe and saw that it was replaced by a pop-up closet. Due to the dorm's restricted space, it was smaller than any proper closet would be, but it still had enough rack space to hold Harprinder's many suits, with drawers at the bottom for the rest of his clothes. He picked out a deep blue dress shirt, a vibrant yellow dress tie, brown slacks, and matching black leather belt and dress shoes. Harry quickly changed and the items fit surprisingly well on him, despite belonging to someone else.

"This is awesome, I've never had a suit I liked this much" Harry was checking himself out from a few different angles.

"It's all about finding the right fit. Now you look ready for business" Harprinder grinned. Harry threw his arms up and gave Harpinder a big hug. He chuckled and hugged back, "Easy there, try not to wrinkle my shirt too much." Harpinder impressed even himself with his wisdom. Maybe this fashion influencer thing wouldn't be too hard. Once Harry had let go, apologizing for any wrinkles he might have caused, Harpinder turned back to his closet and considered his next move. He thought Harry's outfit could use a little something more to truly stand out. He grabbed two cloths from his closet. "Hold still Harry, I just need to add one last touch." Harpinder first tied the blue cloth around Harry's head into a patka. Harry did as he was told and didn't stop Harpinder, but he was still visibly uncomfortable.

"You know, Harp, these turbans look really good on you. I'm just think this is weird on a white guy like me."

"Nonsense, you just need to see it all together" Harpinder tied the yellow cloth into a morni pagg turban. Then he used a salai needle to smooth out the folds. "See? Isn't that better?"

Harry looked at himself in their dorm's mirror, turning his head to check a few different angles. "I guess so…" Harry saw his face turn a darker shade of brown and became delighted. "Yes! This vibrant yellow does go well with my skin tone. That was a good choice, Harpinder" Harry said in a Punjabi accent.

Harpinder nodded, "Now we must do something about your hair."

"But all of my hair is under my dastaar" then a short chinstrap of curly black hair grew on Harry's previously bare face.

"Obviously I meant your facial hair" Harpinder chuckled, using a wooden comb to remove the tangles in Harry's new beard.

"Ah, that is much better" Harry admired his Punjabi features in the mirror.

"I'm glad I could help" with this task complete, the pink turban on Harpinder's head unspooled and returned to being a simple pink scarf. Harpinder himself reverted to being Harvey, and his pop up closet disappeared, leaving behind Harvey's original wardrobe. The only thing that didn't turn back to normal was the now Sikh Harry. "Woah, who are you!?"

"Harvey you are so sweet. Pretending you don't recognize me because I look so much better in this suit? I'm flattered" Harry winked.

Harvey recognized that jokingly flirty attitude, "Harry, is that you?"

"It's pronounced Harri, you know that. Anyways, thank you for helping me pick out an outfit, I'll have to return the favor some time. But for now, I'm off to meet my felllow Queer Student Union leaders" Harri lifted the boxes from his bed and made his way to the door of the dorm.

"You can't leave, there's something wrong!"

"The only thing wrong here is that a cute guy like you is still only wearing a patka. Before the next Sikh Student Alliance meeting I am going to have to tie the most handsome dastar on you. See ya!" And with that, Harri blew a kiss and left the dorm.

"No, Harry, wait!" But it was too late, Harri was gone. "This is so freaky! First I'm changing, now Harry is too! Did I do that to him?" Harvey took a look at himself in the mirror. "It's got to be because of this patka I got from that Indian club. It's making me look like them!" Harvey tried to yank the black cloth from his head, but it wouldn't budge no matter how he pulled. "It's no use, the thing is tied on like some kind of magic." he sighed. "At least I can take care of you" Harvey said, looking at his short brown beard. Harvey went to his "hair care" drawer. He was pretty obsessed with maintaining a perfect pompadour, so he always kept a drawer stocked with hair scissors, razors, tweezers, an electric shaver, Combs, and his favorite gel. Opening the drawer, he discovered that most of these items were gone! In their place was a wooden comb, a salai needle, some kind of beard oil, and multiple patka cloths. "Where's all my stuff!? I thought I changed back" Harvey slammed the drawer, "I am not giving up that easy, you stupid beard"

Harvey grabbed a pair of office scissors from his study desk and went back to the mirror. They weren't the ideal tool for grooming his beard, but they would have to do. He brought the scissors close to his chin and attempted to cut, but the scissors wouldn't close. "Huh?" Harvey pulled the scissors away from his face and heard the satisfying "snip" of the scissors cutting the air, but as soon as they got close to his face, he couldn't bring himself to close his fingers together. "Are you kidding me? I can't cut my beard either!?"

It had become evidant that whatever magic had transformed Harvey twice today was also preventing him from removing his patka and hair, even in his white form. "I need to find a way to get 100% back to normal, and also prevent future transformations." Harvey thought the best way to do that was to write down everything he knew about his predicament. He grabbed his Religious Studies 372 notebook and started a list on a new page. 1. This all started when those people from the Sikh club tied this patka on my head. 2. I can't take the patka off, except to sleep and shower. Even then, I end up tying it back on without noticing. 3. When fabric touches this patka, I turn into one of those turbanned Indian guys. The table cloth and the scarf had very different results. Maybe the type of cloth matters? 4. When I transform, my personality changes a little bit and my memory gets a bit foggy. I should keep this notebook with me so I don't forget who I really am.

Harvey sighed and closed the notebook. He didn't know much yet, but this was a start. "It goes without saying I need to avoid that Sikh club, even if it does cost me a grade" Harvey checked the time on his phone "can't let my other grades slip though, my break's almost over" Harvey packed his things and marched to his next class, believing that he was temporarily safe from Punjabification.

#male transformation #male tf #race tf #race change #indian tf #sikh tf #hair growth #mental changes #unaware #Harvey to Harpinder

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imtouchestarved · 6 months

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Spin-off#1

"Are you sure I look fine?" Kyojuro asked for the 100th time already while fixing his tie nervously over and over again, only making it more crooked with each time. (Y/n) chuckled slightly, seeing how anxious he was. "Yes, you look amazing! Don't be so nervous," she said while fixing his tie for him. "You already met my parents before, relax. They're going to love you!" She reassured him once again.

"It was under different circumstances! At the time, we were friends. now we're.." he struggled to get the words 'boyfriend and girlfriend' out of his mouth as he blushed slightly. (Y/n) couldn't blame him at all. Every time she remembered kyojuro was now her boyfriend, she would bury her face in her palms and sometimes even scream into her pillow.

As she finished fixing his tie, she backed off to look at him. Gosh.. he looked so good in a suit. "It doesn't matter if we're..in a relationship or friendship. Believe it or not, you already got my father's blessing even before we were official!" She placed her hands on her hips.

She wore a blue kimono with thin golden stripes crossing diagonally, making the white stars pattern stand out. Her hair was up in a bun, and little pins of flowers in color of blue, gold, and sliver were clipped beside it.

Kyojuro took a minute to admire her. "What is it?" She tilted her head gently. When he noticed that he was staring for too long, he turned his head and cleared his throat. "That kimono.. really suits you well.." he mumbled as he became a little flustered.

(Y/n) tucked some hair edges behind her ear, blushing slightly at his words. "W-we mustn't keep them waiting, come on!" She then grabbed him arm and dragged him to the restaurant they requested to attend.

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For Kyojuro's relief, the meal went well. (Y/n)'s mother kept questioning him and talking to him cheerfully, totally thrilled that her beautiful daughter got together with a fine man like him(her words). Her dad, on the other hand, only made small talk a few times. He didn't look displeased, not at all. Aside from his frowning face, he radiated such an approving feeling.

"I can't wait to meet my future grandchildren. They're going to be so adorable!" Her mother suddenly said, causing Kyojuro to choke on his drink as his eyes winded, and (Y/n) to turn completely red as she slammed her hands on the table from embarrassment "M-mother..!!!" She yelled at her.

Her mother giggled as she waved her hand up and down, "I'm just kidding!" She proceeded to grab her cup of tea, getting it close to her lips, "Though I really do can't wait to meet them." She said before sipping from the cup.

(Y/n) whined as her face turned even more red. "It's okay.." Kyojuro whispered to her. She looked up, and he smiled gently at her. He grabbed her hand carefully under the table, making her calm down a little as she bit her tongue slightly to fight the huge grin that threatened to spread on her face. Knowing her mother will definitely tease her for it.

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Kyojuro was just on his way back from the restroom when he met (Y/n)'s father along the way. He stopped and lowered his head, "There's no need, lift up your head," Kyojuro did as he said. There was a brief silence, both of them didn't know what to say.

Her father then cleared his throat, "I failed as a father," he admitted as his face darkened. "But seeing my daughter so happy makes me feel nothing but pure joy. I must thank you, from the bottom of my heart. For years, I mourn my mistakes, thinking I've damaged her completely. Though, you proved me wrong. And I can't be more thankful." He finished his statement by bowing at Kyojuro, who was totally surprised.

"No, please!" He shook his head. "I did nothing. This is not my doing, but rather (Y/n)'s. She is an incredible woman. so incredible that sometimes I doubt that I even deserve someone as kind and generous as her. For that, for her existence, i should thank you." He now bowed, causing (Y/n)'s father's face to form a faint smile as he sighed. "I don't deserve praises, but I will accept yours. Thank you."

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After the meal, (Y/n) and Kyojuro decided it will be nice to walk around under the shining city lights. They said goodbye to her parents and went to their way. As they wandered around the streets, holding hands as they just simply enjoyed each other's company, Kyojuro looked up to the sky as he sighed. "It's a beautiful night, isn't it?" He rubbed his thumb on her hand gently.

"Indeed, though it's a shame the stars aren't visible because of the city lights."

He turned to her, "Then let's go somewhere more quite, shall we?" Although he really did want to see the stars, his real intention was to spend some alone-time with his girlfriend. She smiled and nodded, then they headed to a silent hill near the city.

As they quietly star gazed, (Y/n) looked at the sky with longing. "I.. I wrote something for you.." she whispered and immediately regretted it, her last hope now was that he didn't hear it.

"Really?!," oof. "Can I take a look?" He asked expectantly. She couldn't refuse to him now.. she nodded heavily and took out the little notebook that she always carried with her. While she flipped through the pages, looking for the specific poem she wrote, she noticed how he couldn't hide his excitement, and that made her more anxious than she was. What if he will be disappointed?

"Here.." she handed him him the notebook nervously, and he started to read carefully.

The days passed without an eyesight

Just like petals being carried around by the wind

And just like those petals

you were as beautiful as the sun

And just like the sun

You brought me the warmth i so desperately needed.

As he read it quietly, her heartbeats started to race. "BEAUTIFUL!!" He suddenly yelled, startling her and causing her to flinch slightly. "Absolutely beautiful! Such an inspiring poem! I love it!" He kept praising her, making her more flustered as she thanked him over and over.

"You know, I actually noticed something," he held his chin with his fingers. "You love the sky, don't you, (Y/n)? I mean, it's obvious you have a special longing to the stars and moon. And now I can see you like writing about them too, the sun as well."

She was once again surprised by his ability to read people so well. She then nodded and returned her gaze to the nightsky. "Yes. I wish to be as beautiful as the stars," she laughed at her words, which sounded a little foolish out loud. "Well, if it was possible."

He tilted his head softly, "You are, though." She turned to him, surprised. "What?"

"For me, you're beautiful as the stars at night and the sky at dawn." He shifted closer to her and held her hand. She just stared at him, not fully realizing the words that came out of his mouth. "You just keep complimenting me," she said and got closer to him.

A week ago, she couldn't do what she did now, which was kissing him softly on his lips. He kissed her back without hesitation, cupping her right cheek gently.

As they pulled away, they smiled at each other tenderly and returned to gaze at the breathtaking sky.

A/n: Sorry it took a while, exam season is tough!

#anime #anime fanfic #demon slayer #demon slayer rengoku #fanfics #fluff #love #rengoku kyojuro #rengoku x reader #romance #kyojuro rengoku x reader #rengoku kyōjurō #kny rengoku #kny x reader #rengoku kyoujurou x reader #kyojuro x reader #demon slayer kyojuro #kny kyojuro

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fleetwood-cheese · 6 months

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Phantom Thief Outfit Breakdown

Okay so exactly one (1) person asked me abt my opinions on the phantom thief's metaverse costumes (thank you @waywardsalt) bc I mentioned them in the tags of a poll so now you are all locked into my insane rant abt this topic. Originally this was a power point i made to vent but i realized its too long to post in its entirety (its more than 20 slides long) so you get this monstrosity of a post. I'm going to split this into multiple posts discussing each thief's designs bc there's a lot and it'd be too long; will link each post at top.

Ann - Makoto - Sumire - Futaba - Yusuke - Akechi 2

DISCLAIMER: I am not a designer, have relatively poor fashion sense, and these are largely just my opinions on the matter, obviously people are going to disagree. I'd love to discuss this and get feedback on it but if you're an asshole im not going to entertain you.

Starting with the worst (imo), let's begin with Akechi's black mask costume.

This is, from a purely design and visual standpoint, the worst to me because it simply has too much going on, and all of it gets lost in its attempts to be cool or intimidating. This attempt at being menacing, presumably, is lost in translation and mostly just makes it look uncomfortable, edgy, and sort of goofy.

It seems to be pulling on ideas of knight armor, birds of prey, straight jackets, and the general idea of being trapped or isolated, but very few of these things actually come across in the final design. (It also might have some bondage/bdsm inspiration, but I'm not sure how intentional that is.)

Firstly, the bodysuit isn't well executed here, and is complicated by the fact that it appears to also be booty shorts with matching leggings?? but they're all the same thickness?? This is confusing and goofy, and would look much better split into an actual top/pants combo. Additionally, the stripes add further confusion and lack the appeal of Loki's stripes, who I presume they're trying to tie-in/invoke with them; their diagonal direction certainly doesn't help. To fix this, I would keep the stripes on the top, but have them run up and down, and simplify the pants to solid black with blue piping along the sides. I think this separate top with the straight stripes would also do a better job of communicating a straight jacket than the current costume does.

Another major gripe I have with this outfit is the hems, but especially the pant hems. They're what I can only describe as boot cut and its awful; I grew up with the 2000s boot-cut obsession, and they don't look good on anyone except horsegirls who wear actual cowboy boots underneath them. I understand the frayed pant and sleeve hems are supposed to look unkempt and villainous, but it mostly just looks like he's walked on them. To solve this, I would effectively cover them up by adding armor; extend the boots and claws and give him actual grieves and arm guards to make him look more dangerous, sharp, and combat oriented, and invoke the knight aesthetic to clash with the detective prince persona and its white, ornamental style.

Adding additional armor also helps solve the problem of him looking so top heavy. This costume's huge neck guard and mask are super bulky and make you feel like he's about to break his neck; by adding weight to the legs, its no long all concentrated at his head. If you compare it to actual helmets, I think its roughly based off of the frogmouth helmet, which has one, continuous neck piece like the black masks. I would adapt it to look more like a closed helmet or a armet, which have a similar shape but much clearer plating and hinges and thus appear less stiff and might have better mobility.

My last major gripe is the cape, because it is SUCH a wasted opportunity. The torn fabric, while matching his frayed hems, is so boring; a cape made out of feathers would convey the crow idea so much better, and give him a sort of dark knight fantasy vibe that would look wonderful imo. You could even show the iridescence of the feathers, which would tie well into the black-grey-blue palette excellently. Im thinking something like the cape below, or possibly like the crowfeather set from bloodborne if you want some extra drama.

As for the belt, I'm fairly neutral on them; I could take or leave them really. You could remove them if you wanted to simplify the design, or keep them if you wanted an edgier look or to incorporate more bdsm elements, but in that case I would change them to look more like actual bondage belts and not, you know, normal pants belts.

Overall, when ranking these outfits for my powerpoint, I gave this one dead last placement and a solid 2/10 personal ranking.

#goro akechi #persona 5 #black mask #persona outfit critique series #redesign #i don't have the ability to really draw the changes out right now but if that ever changes i'll probably add new designs for visualization #waywardsalt you are getting so much more out of this than you probably expected when you asked me abt this lol #also let me know if you'd like me to specifically tag you in each of these posts or just this first one

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sweaterkittensahoy · 15 days

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A Little Snack Just for Me

[JackHarding, A/B/O]

Jack eyes the box when Chick holds it out. It's a black box with a gold stripe along the bottom. It's stamped with Chick's initials. "Is that a courting gift?"

Chick's eyes flash annoyance. "You don't have to say it like it's going to bite you."

Jack works his jaw back and forth for a moment. Chick hasn't been subtle about letting Jack know he's interested. He's slipped him a few notes covered in his scent, left a tiny green plant on his desk in a pot that matches the box he's holding now. But it's thirty minutes to wheels up, and they've just finished the final debrief before Jack goes up in the air with the boys to head to Africa.

"Come on," Chick says, shaking the box a little. "At least open it before you reject it."

I don't want to reject it, Jack thinks as he takes the box. That's part of his hesitation. He wants to take the box with both hands and simply hold it before he enjoys the process of opening it. He's never wanted to do that with a gift from an Alpha before. But Chick, he's different. Jack can feel it to his bones. He's known it since the first time he walked into Chick's office to tell him to shove the Air Exec job that he hadn't wanted but has now been convinced to keep.

The box is wooden with hinges. Jack opens it. The scent of pine wafts out, and it throws Jack for a moment. He expects the box to smell like Chick, but there's no pine in Chicks' scent, not even an undertone. Nestled in the box is a scarf. Silk and off-white with patterned brown circles of two sizes laid out in diagonal rows. He puts the box down on Chick's desk and lifts the scarf out to hold up to the light. With the sun hitting it, there's a buttery yellow undertone to the silk. He presses his face against it, taking a long breath.

"You didn't scent it," he says, lowering the scarf so he can see Chick's face.

The left side of Chick's mouth quirks in a tiny smile. "You want me to?" he asks. "I figured you'd wear it for the sortie. Wasn't sure if you wanted all the boys in your fort to smell me on you the whole way."

Jack's breath rushes out of him at Chick's words. "Right," he says. "I. No, I don't suppose I want them to have to smell you the whole time." But he'll wear it the whole time, he knows. Comfortable and warm around his neck, like the way he's imagined it must feel for one of Chick's hands to rest there.

Chick's grin gets wider. He walks around his desk and leans against the edge next to the box. He gives Jack a slow, pleased look. "Do you want to?" he asks. "I'll scent it up proper if you want."

Jack looks at the scarf, then he drapes it around his neck. "No," he says. "Not just yet. But you could tie it for me."

Chick's eyes go bright and playful. He grabs the ends of the scarf and pulls lightly, brings Jack into the vee of his legs so their mouths almost brush. "You know, traditionally, an Omega accepts a courting gift with a chaste kiss."

"Oh, you care about being traditional now? Might want to find a different Omega to give gifts to," Jack needles.

"No," Chick replies, his gaze shifting from Jack's mouth to his eyes and then back again. "I like the one in front of me just fine."

Jack dips in, pressing his lips to Chick's for a moment. He pulls back, tilts his head, and goes in again. He opens his lips, and Chick follows suit, their mouths dragging together for a long, sweet moment. He smiles when Chick rubs their cheeks together in a brief, rough caress. Leaving his scent behind and picking up Jack's for himself. It'll be subtle enough no one will likely notice it, not unless they're right up against Jack like Chick is now.

"Come back in one piece," Chick says as he ties the scarf with easy skill.

Jack feels the silk settle against his neck, enjoys the light brush of Chick's fingers as he tucks it in under his collar. He steals one last press of their cheeks, inhaling slowly. He feels Chick breathe the same way. "See you in a few days," he says. "Don't let my plant die."

Chick hums in amusement. "Do my best."

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