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cathianemelian · 1 year
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Already my favorite outfit of the game.
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unearthlycreature · 1 year
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*⋆ꕥ Fairy Fashion ꕥ⋆*
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bebemoon · 2 months
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a look featuring my current favorite selkie dress | requested by @allthestoriescantbelies
selkie "the ivory carriage" voluminous organza gown w/ ruffled lace trim
simone rocha bell charm crochet ballerinas in silver
antique embroidered silk bridal bow, c. 192o's
penhaligon's "luna" eau de toilette
dilara findikoglu "boleyn" pearl choker w/ custom silver initial pendant
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prommytheus · 1 year
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Your art is amazing! I love the way you do cloth crinkles. If your still doing the outfit bingo, may I pretty please suggest Maya in F3 with Franziska in E4?
thank you so much!! thanks for sending this req, this was super fun to draw!
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(link to outfit bingo here)
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axica-cattleya · 1 year
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Outfit swap doodle
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I am so sane hahahahahhaha
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mister-faltine · 4 months
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New alternative version of Clea as Sorceress Supreme:
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Marvel Voices: Infinity Comic #85.
Writer - Cheryl Lynn Eaton.
Artist - Federica Mancin.
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P.S.: I don't know if it was the writer or the artist who came up with the idea for this look, but whoever it was should get a raise. Seriously, this has to be one of Clea's most PERFECT costumes in the comics and it's not just the costume itself, but the colors and details make this costume go from "Wonderful" to "Perfect".
Man, the gold mixed with black and red is very beautiful, I loved the gloves in this version and not to mention that Clea continues to prove that she looks beautiful in any outfit. I need to see this costume more often, I can't even imagine what it would look like in the movies or on Earth-616.
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liliaceusmaiden · 1 year
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luxielle · 1 year
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ほら Catch You Catch You Catch Me Catch Me 待って
mysme x cardcaptor 💕
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nijaded · 10 months
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natsmagi · 8 months
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havent posted art in a hot minute so please perceive Her
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fabuloustrash05 · 2 years
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TMNT 2012 Turtles Outfits
Regular
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Larping
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Mystic Ninjas
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Spacesuits
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Super Ninjas
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Monsters
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Monster Hunters
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Samurai
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Which one’s your favorite?
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snackugaki · 1 year
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War. War never changes. 
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disney-mystical-au · 6 months
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If anyone asks if Clarabelles in my AU.
Well… She is.
Believe it or not. She’s a witch.✨
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Yep! Just like Fanny, she is the witch of the twilight forests (known for its mysterious but beautiful nature around its land) plus a guardian to all the land! 😮😮😮
But uhhh yeah that’s all! I’ll explain more about her soon lol, enjoy!💛🧡✨
Outfit inspo (idk who’s the artist but I’ll credit them for their wonderful witch outfit!):
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Cheritz can deny Ray his picnic as much as they want but I will not.
[ʳᵉᶠ: @/ᵃⁿᶦᶠᵒʳᶜᵉ_ᵖᵘˢᵃⁿ]
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password-door-lock · 11 months
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“Surprise!” 
Unknown nearly jumps out of his skin. What are you doing yelling like that? Hasn’t he told you a hundred times by now to stay quiet while he’s working? But when he turns around to tell you as much, he stops in his tracks. “What do you think you’re doing?” becomes a much more pressing question. 
You’re walking at an awkward angle, propping the door open with one leg while you hop on the other and drag some long rectangle through the doorway with both hands. “I got you a present!” You announce. “Happy early birthday! Or… late birthday? I don’t know, man, you seem like a Gemini, so I’m gonna guess it’s close enough to your birthday that it’s not weird for me to give you a gift.”
Unknown is too busy being bothered by the fact that you’re bringing some unauthorized thing into the intelligence room to be bothered by the fact that you’re trying to guess when his birthday is. You’re not necessarily wrong, either… but he’ll worry about that later. Right now, he has to worry about whatever “gift” it is that you’re trying to give him. You’ve managed to get it inside, and you kick the door shut before tucking the rectangle under your arm and bringing it over to his desk. “What is it?”
You grin at him, flipping the item around so he’s confronted with his own reflection. “A full-length mirror! Tada!” You look proud of yourself.
“Why would you get me something like that?” Unknown demands, “And who said you were allowed to order things?” Truth be told, he has no idea how you even managed to procure such a thing. It’s not as if he lets you roam around Magenta unsupervised, and you certainly don’t have any way to access the internet without him looming over your shoulder. He does occasionally write shopping lists for you to give to the believer in charge of weekly grocery runs, but C3170 would know better than to just take your word for it if you asked for something that wasn’t on the list.
Your lips form an amusing o-shape before you respond. “Yeah, about that. I sort of… forged your handwriting? Okay, no need to reach for any weapons.” You hold up your hands, showing your palms, as if you think you can anticipate his next course of action. “I didn’t expect it to work either. I honestly thought the grocery guy would be like, ‘that’s not his writing’ and send me packing. But I figured, hey, it’s worth a shot! So I spent like, an hour copying the font from the real grocery list to make a fake one, and I brought it to the guy like normal, and he was like, ‘yeah, okay, this checks out; this seems like your boss wrote it; don’t worry, I won’t keep him waiting; for eternal paradise,’ so, here we are with a brand-new mirror!” 
“You forged my handwriting,” Unknown grumbles, “And then you manipulated a believer into spending the Savior’s money on… this.” 
“Yes.” You confirm, “When you put it like that it sounds a lot worse than it is, though. Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to, like, get things around here?” 
“I made it that way on purpose.” Unknown rubs his temples, and his reflection in the mirror does the same. Who would have thought that having an assistant would be this much trouble? “Did you at least put the shit I actually needed on your made-up list?” If you didn’t, you’ll be spending the rest of the day sitting in the corner, staring at the wall, and thinking about your bad decisions. Unknown has half a mind to send you over there anyway, considering you had the nerve to forge his handwriting. Why would you risk so much on something so utterly stupid? 
“Of course,” you grin, “I know you can’t get along without your caffeine pills and candy bars. Anyway, please enjoy your full-length mirror.” 
Unknown scowls at his reflection, which scowls right back at him. As if he needs a mirror to tell him how annoyed he is. It was a mistake to leave you unsupervised, and one he won’t ever make again. “Why did you waste money on this? There’s already a mirror in the bathroom.” He should know. He uses it to check his eyeliner, his hair, and (though he’d never breathe a word about it to anyone) the careful placement of his jacket. 
“Man, please don’t take this the wrong way,” you cringe, “Because the top half of your look is great, and it’s really hard to do black skinny jeans wrong, so all things considered, the bottom half is also… mostly great. Um, however… the thing is… it’s just…” 
“Spit it out.” All this talking, and now you can’t even tell him whatever it is you wanted to say? Why bother digging yourself into this hole in the first place if you won’t do anything interesting now that you’re down there?
“I just thought you might benefit from being able to see your whole, entire outfit at one time.” You allow him a long pause to study himself in the mirror. What’s wrong with his outfit? “Shoes included,” you add eventually. 
Unknown glances down at his shoes. They look fine. They’re just shoes, and they serve their purpose well enough— he’s kicked out windows with them and never gotten a single splinter. They fit him, so he never gets blisters, and his feet don’t get cold from the unforgiving floors of the intelligence room. Isn’t that what shoes are supposed to be for? Then he redirects his attention to the mirror and… wow, his shoes really stand out. Now that you’ve pointed out that there’s something wrong with them, they’re all he can focus on. “It doesn’t match,” he realizes. And the untied laces don’t look as cool as he thought they did, but he won’t give you the satisfaction of hearing him admit it.
“No, it doesn’t match!” You sound much too enthusiastic about this conclusion, “It has never matched. They look great on their own, but just… with the outfit…” 
“Why didn’t you say something about this sooner?” Unknown demands. He can’t believe that this is even a conversation he has to have with you. He doesn’t like that you’ve been plotting in secret, lying to believers, and even impersonating him by way of forgery just to make a point about his boots. What an inconsequential little hill to die on. “How long have you been laughing at my shoes behind my back?” 
You’re bold enough to giggle at his words. “To be honest? Months? But I didn’t want to upset you, and for a while I thought it was, like, intentional, or maybe you didn’t have access to other shoes, and I didn’t want to be rude. But then you told me you were gonna tie a rope to something on the roof and climb down to break into an apartment and I was like, ‘okay, well, then he definitely knows how to tie his shoes, so why is he leaving them like that?’ And, you know, now that I’ve been seeing more of this place… I’ve been here a long time, and I’ve never seen one full-length mirror anywhere. Until today.” You place your hand over your heart in a pantomime of solemnity. 
“Mhm,” Unknown hums. He’s going to have to do something about your behavior before this treachery of yours becomes a regular thing. “You won’t get to see any more of this place after today.” 
“I’m grounded?” You demand. You seem to understand what he’s telling you, at least. “That is not fair! I helped you!” You’re starting to whine at him, like you couldn’t have possibly seen this coming when you were copying his handwriting and tricking a believer into buying some useless thing that’s only going to get thrown away. 
“I don’t care what my shoes look like.” It’s the truth. Unknown could not give less of a shit about his footwear outside of its practical purpose-- but you seem to care quite a bit, and he enjoys the knowledge that he can get under your skin like this. “You can stay in the intelligence room with me from now on. The believers can bring us food, since I can’t let you out of my sight again if I know you’re going to be off causing trouble every time I take my eyes off you.” 
“I’ve only caused trouble one time,” you protest, “And it was for a good cause.” 
“Set that thing down,” is Unknown’s only response. He doesn’t have time to try to reason with you, and since you’re his assistant, you should just be listening on your own, anyway. 
“Set that thing down,” you mock him, but comply with his instructions before he can even shoot you a warning look. You gently set the mirror on the floor, and as soon as it’s out of your hands, Unknown scoops you up, pulling you onto his lap. 
“Now, stay here. Don’t go sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong again or you’ll regret it, little assistant.” 
“All this coming from a guy with untied, mismatched shoes,” you grumble. 
Unknown ruffles your hair. What exactly is he going to do with you? 
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surreal-duck · 2 years
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sorry for constantly getting attached to the prince type girls its not my fault
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