Your clothes still feel like you

[forthemayqueen]

shippy clothes swap. Comment with your character + prefs + you know what to do, it's a meme. The characters that reply are your character's significant other - and either your character or theirs is wearing an article of the other's clothing. Why? Use your imagination! It can be as pure and innocent as one wanting to cuddle up in something warmer, somebody being chivalrous and offering up their clothing to cover a wardrobe malfunction, enjoying the scent of a loved one...or all the way up to a steamy scene where a participant slips on their partner's shirt post-coitus. Is the whole thing cute? Weird? Sexy? Weirdly cute? IDK, as always, I'm a meme poster, not your dad. Thread.

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Mabel Pines | Gravity Falls | OTA

[stellacadente]

[ OH HI SWEATERS ANYONE???

college-age mabel here. crosscanon, au and assumed cr welcome! m/f for shippy. ]

Tulip O'Hare (AMC Preacher)

[boo_berry]

[After S3 I'm on board with the idea of Tulip wearing both Jesse and Cassidy's things post Grail. So cast only for this one?]

Darcy Lewis | Thor/MCU | OTA

[taseurproblems]

genos | one punch man | castmates

[biomechanic]

[this works really well with saitama oops]

kailan | original.

[acracy]

[awoooooo]

[ It's not uncommon for Kailan to borrow his clothes; they meet, they fuck, the older of the two wears Romeo's shirts around the house like it's his own. At this point there's nothing surprising when he wakes to see him in his kitchen with a shirt going all the way to his knees.

It's a little weird, actually, because he could have sworn he had his eyes set on a girl at the club. How it went from there to Kailan he's still a little unsure -- or perhaps he's still unwilling to admit the fact that there's a stronger attraction towards him than there is anyone else. ]

Mornin'... [ His voice is hoarse, having only just woken up. ] You don't gotta go in for work?

[acracy]

[ maybe it's just kailan's ongoing effort into making romeo less of a slut? if you fuck one person rather than a hundred, it's good, right --

... or maybe he just genuinely likes it, and doesn't want to admit it. somehow, he's gotten attached to the other -- and finding himself at the club late at night, making romeo look at him and not anybody else, has become... almost a habit.

anyway, at the very least, he can admit wearing romeo's shirts is nice. they smell like him -- and they're big and comfortable, and just barely holding onto his shoulders. ]

I've got a late shift toda -- oh, fuck. At least put something on. [ he glances over his shoulder, staring at the other's frame. umm... wear his shirt, obviously? ] Want something to eat?

[awoooooo]

[ less of a slt

Romeo has the growing suspicion that that's the case, but even he isn't willing to voice it out in fear of being right. If Kailan wants all of his attention he certainly has it; his scent is easy to catch even over the crowd of bodies in the club, so easily signaled out, and immediately Romeo has difficulties even fathoming the idea of hooking up with someone else.

He's tried it. And it doesn't matter how they feel or what they look like, if they're not Kailan the werewolf can't even enjoy a quick fuck in the bathroom. ]

... You've got my shirt on. [ But he entertains the thought of putting something on. ] I want a fuckin' uhhhhh... [ Grabbing Kailan's shirt that was wildly tossed on the floor the previous night, he struggles just trying to put an arm through. He attempts to pull his head through and he's just... awkwardly standing there, just a breath away from tearing his shirt in half. ]

Bacon.

[ Smooth. ]

[acracy]

[ ugh... slutmeo

How To Tame Your Slutty Werewolf: fairy version. he knows his scent is always prominent; that his blood attracts supernaturals, and certainly uses it to his advantage. that, and... well, it seems as if they're just naturally drawn to each other; as much as he hates to admit it, he's fond of romeo, and it's clearly a feeling that's... actually being reciprocated.

which is why he's here, standing in the other's kitchen and making him breakfast, like a girlfriend would. disgusting. ]

You have more than one. [ ?? how is that an issue!! he watches, a bit bewildered, as romeo actually tries to put his shirt on -- then laughs, waving him off. ] Don't tear my shirt, you idiot. I won't have anything to go home in.

[ stupid. but anyway, he opens the fridge Bends Over Seductively to look for bacon. ig. ]

[awoooooo]

You can just wear mine. [ But that means having to see each other again to get it back -- and he gets the feeling that if Kailan appears at his front door he's not going to just let him leave. ] I probably have somebody else's shirt in the laundry room... people just leave their shit here all the time.

[ He probably kicked a bra underneath the bed when Kailan came in.

Pulling the shirt off completely, he quietly ignores the fact that it looks a little more stretched out and places it on a nearby couch. Eyes concentrating on the fairy's form, gazing over his legs and only making one coherent thought: ] Or you can just not go home. [ wait ] 'cause I wanna fuck.

Yosuke Hanamura | Persona 4 | OTA

[nohomomura]

[Loves bright and colourful shirts, maybe an American band shirt or two? If he REALLY likes you, he MIGHT let you tknow this prized headphones.]

Ignis Scientia | FFXV | M/M for Ships, OTA for gen.

[fairygodspecs]

[Totally see Iggy being the chivalrous sort, offering his jacket to someone if it's cold. Though he's particular about his clothing, he might swap with someone he really takes a shine to.]

Shiro | Voltron Legendary Defender | M/M ships, OTA gen

[gayspacedaddy]

[He did borrow Keith's Dad's clothes for the majority of the show, so he's totes up for sharing.]

Cassandra | X-Men OC | f/m

[cassandra_firebreath]

Stiles Stilinski / Teen Wolf / M/M

[runningwithwolves]

(So many layers and plaid)

Duo Maxwell / Gundam Wing / M/M

[deathsangel]

Tifa Lockhart / Final Fantasy VII / M/F

[mylockedheart]

will graham | hannibal nbc | ota; see post

[wontgraham]

[ okay with m/f or m/m, open to cross-canon/ocs. clearly open to some degree of assumed cr, although this doesn't need to be immediately shippy (slow burn preferred in general). could be anything from someone sharing their coat, or sleeping over and borrowing clothes. (will's got a nice house without loud neighbors, just saying.)

some prefs and permissions in journal. ]

Kaoru Hitachiin | Ouran | m/m

[clockstrikesmidnight]

ryuunosuke uryuu • fate/zero • ota

[theodicean]

( For when you want to romantically cover up those bloodstains with your partner's jacket. )

[monstrueux]

[They've been down in the dark for a long time, but Gilles doesn't mind it: doesn't mind the dark, doesn't mind the cold. Perhaps they could create a world that was nothing but cold and darkness—! Would that not be beautiful? And bloody. There should also be blood, in the dark.

As preoccupied as he is with thoughts of worlds that have been and may yet be, he doesn't fail to notice his Master. Although he doesn't complain—his bright and shining Master—Gilles notes what seems like a shiver from him, in the cold and in the dark.

Gilles doesn't ask permission or give warning. With a grand movement of both arms, he pulls the heavy robe from his shoulders and settles it on Ryuunosuke's. As he does so, he reaches down to tug experimentally at Ryuunosuke's own sleeve.]

Such light clothes! This world has changed so much... It will change more, soon.

[theodicean]

[The cold underground is different than the crisp winter air above, dank and sticky enough that it clings to Ryuunosuke's skin like a clammy sweat. He barely remembers the last time he noticed, though; like so many other things, thoughts of the temperature are lost to his feverish inspiration, mind running wild with ideas until he nearly forgets mundane concerns like food and drink and sleep.

He doesn't notice the way his palms have started to rub against his forearms, one thumb smearing blood against his skin, until Bluebeard drops that that cloak around his shoulders. Jerked from his thoughts by its sudden weight, Ryuunosuke blinks and looks up—and then smiles, easy and pleased as he would be by any other friend offering him a jacket. It's even a little warm along the inside, just like would be if any real person had been wearing it.]

What, these? [He has to pinch the fabric between his fingers himself; he hadn't really thought the cloth was especially thin, but he can see what Bluebeard means now that he's said it.] Yeah, I guess so. They're made to feel comfortable when you wear them, but I guess I under-dressed for the weather.

[Without thinking, casually, he shrugs the overshirt from his shoulders and pulls his arms from the sleeves. He doesn't realize the flaw in his own, answering gesture until he's already tossed the shirt in Bluebeard's direction: Bluebeard's a surprisingly big guy, and he doubts that thing will fit comfortably over his shoulders. He's not going to stop him from doing what he will with it, though, if he wants to examine it more closely. It's bloody and messy and Ryuunosuke probably needed to change into a cleaner one, anyway.]

Maybe I should get you something in your size.

[monstrueux]

[Gilles no longer feels the cold, so removing his robe has no effect on him, physically. He isn't sure if he can remember what cold feels like, although he must have felt it, once. He could remember, if he tried, but he doesn't. He's satisfied to leave his robe on Ryuunosuke.]

Comfortable—

Clothes were not always made to be so!

[Although he does enjoy the drama of his era's clothes, this time can also be—dramatic, so he doesn't regret that loss]

We were not so free.

[Freedom.... The idea of the concept flits through his mind, btu Gilles catches the shirt when it's thrown to him, and, now that it's free of Ryuunosuke's body, he can manipulate it more freely, twirling the fabric in his hand, testing it. He holds it up, then presses it to his face, leaving a smear of drying blood behind. In the end, he tosses the shirt over his shoulders, without bothering to attempt to fit his arms into the sleeves (even he can tell that's not going to work). Instead, he ties the sleeves together around his neck, with the loosely knotted sleeves in the front, while the jacket hangs down over his back like a mini-capelet.

When Ryunosuke mentions getting something in his size, Gilles fixes his gaze on him.]

Does it not fit?

[theodicean]

Fit you? Not quite, big guy.

[It's said with a genial grin, Ryuunosuke lifting a hand to clap his shoulder.]

Unless you like wearing it like that? Plenty of people do that kind of thing. [Just, granted, usually while wearing something other than a long robe underneath. Bluebeard can wear whatever makes him happy, though, and how out of place it looks on his shoulders barely even occurs to Ryuunosuke, who continues to chatter away with no pause at all.] It's just that if you wanna try out a more modern look, we've gotta find something stylish and cool in your size!

[Not to imply that he doesn't already look cool. There isn't much that can be cooler than the demon-out-of-hell look, in Ryuunosuke's eyes! That doesn't mean he won't offer his expert fashion advice, though, if Bluebeard wants to try out something different.]

[monstrueux]

It fits part of me! It has become transformed.

[He reaches a hand up to stroke it. The blood has given it an interesting texture, unlike normal cloth. It truly has been changed. Gilles passes his hand over Ryuunosuke's when Ryuunosuke touches his shoulder.]

Your art has also seeped into it! A feast for the senses. I can feel it and smell it. You transform everything you touch.

[He trails off, but because he's listening to Ryuunosuke speak. There's something about Ryuunoske's voice that draws his attention and make him consider his words, even when there are so many other matters that absorb him: God, art, Jeanne... He doesn't always matter to concentrate, but sometimes he can, and quite intently.]

Modern? More cool—?

[He thinks he understands Ryuunosuke's concept of cool. It is all-encompassing, positive, desirable, often violent. He—likes it, likes this idea.]

Yes, I want you to transform me, too!