Describe or show a picture of an outfit your character has worn, and then the link to the episode where they wear it:

Alicia: The bright red cocktail dress and heels her best friend Kattar picked out for her to wear to the award ceremony. Currently, it's in ten thousand shreds, but in all its glory, it was a bright red, off-shoulder dress, with red flower embroidery and a mermaid-style skirt, that has ruffles at the hem, paired with "ruby slippers," with little bows on the toes.

i don't know a lot of types of embroidery, so i'm not sure, the pattern looks like leaves and flowers, that's all i know.

lol, she is Mexican and Navajo so you're thinking of the right character, but her dress is store bought, so there is no traditional embroidery involved, just basic commercial fashion. I'm not mexican myself, so i don't know about traditional fashions and styles, Dominican over here, and despite attempts at research, there isn't much i've been able to find about my ancestors the tainos TT

I'm happy for you, it's a tragedy to lose your culture. I so want to be able to recover it and find out what our clothing, food, language etc. was like. specifically fashion, i'd love to be able to include into my own dress, but so much of what i find people are just making up

Thank you, and yeah it's lost because of the culture being drowned out. Though I do understand making things up to try to fill in the gaps in our history, it doesn't really work. It's like trying to fill the hole where your heart should be with paper maiche. It's a worthy attempt, but it fixes nothing.

That being said, it's part of the reason i'm so passionate about people knowing their cultures, and when my characters don't, i write it as a relevant part of their stories. Kattar's story in relation to his heritage specifically is going to become a central part of the plot.

I actually started a thread about writing characters of your own culture, but the aspect of lost culture is something i forgot to mention lol, it's a big factor in your existence, but not one i've written from the Latin American perspective

thank you, i try to come up with interesting ideas.

And yeah, including different cultures into fantasy is a win, there doesn't feel like enough of them atm. Part of the reason the female lead of my fairy tale themed/inspired comic is a black woman. it's has been so important to me that she stay that way through the whole process of creating the comic

As of yet, i have few Dominican characters, (and the one i have in Damsel in the Red Dress is kind of a villain lol) but I intend to write more, and I also write a lot of African Americans (my mom's side) so I hope i'm representing well (fingers crossed) and every character in my short story is Dominican, so i hope i'm doing us justice.

It definitely has been for me, the first piece i ever published was a short story called "Rain Dance" set in the mountain town I lived in when I was about 12, and to know that the world cared about the imperfect, tragic parts of my world has meant so much to me to this day

oh, Iris knows how to sew? that's so cool. none of my OCs do atm, but Mrs. Moon likes to knit and crochet, she's still learning tho

A little white hospital gown (not an outfit I know, but it's still all Kattar is wearing besides a blanket)

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Oooh! here's a teaser for next weeks episode, because Alicia's new agent is quite the quaintrelle (or is just too tall to find many dresses and skirts that are still appropriate for work, it could go either well.)

A Christmas green three piece suit with matching tie and heels, and crisp, immaculately clean White button up.

I catch sight of Ms. Howard as I do, neatly attired in a Christmas-green three-piece suit, matching tie, and high heels. Her dark mass of hair stands around her head like an immaculate explosion, barely even seeming to sway as she walks, like it’s crafted from plastic. I immediately feel underdressed.

Does The Foundation just have ties with some pastel formal wear manufacturer?

I rise quickly to greet her, holding out my less sweaty hand and forcing my nerves to hold it steady as I breathe out an overly chipper “Good Morning.”

She doesn’t seem to notice me at all, cleaning her glasses with a white handkerchief and taking the chair on the other side of the desk.

A teaser for this Friday's chapter - A plaid tee-shirt dress with flower embroidery on one of the sleeves, because Alicia can't be convinced to try to wear something nice apparently.

She's going to be wearing the dress mentioned in this chapter:

Ahh, the outfit Kattar put together for this date. Courtesy of ending up with a hole in his sweater because he had trouble reaching it from his wheelchair

It was a black sweater and blue leather jacket x black jeans and black vans

“...Y entonces? El restaurante - permisito - un momento-”

I try for the tenth time to snag the hanger, but it’s just a fraction of an inch out of reach from where I’m sitting.

“‘Sta bien, sta bien,” Utkarsh laughs from his end of the line. “If your girlfriend is calling you can hang up on me.”

“No. it’s this-” I pause for a minute trying to keep the frustration, irritation, agitation melange from sounding in my voice.

I don’t have time for this…

It’s just one of those days when ‘frustration’ starts to mutate into that thickness in my throat.

“I can’t reach one of my sweaters,” I mumble furiously.

“Try using some salad tongs,” he offers.

If almost literally anyone else had suggested that I probably would have burned a hole through their ears with some choice language. But I know he’s not joking in the least, so I resist the urge to throw something.

“That’s a good idea.” It takes me 20 seconds to be able to say it outloud. “Give me a minute.”

Alicia chic little black dress that she considered "blase." It's actually pretty sexy tbh lol:

“I’m wearing this pretty bland black dress myself at the moment. I look like an advertisement for ‘Blasé Couture.’”

“Never!” Melissa’s text laughs. “I don’t believe it. And even if you were, you’d get me to buy anything you were selling.”

“Give me a second,” I laugh quickly, “I’ll send you a selfie.”

Shifting the phone to a couple of equally awkward different angles, I select the

It's not released yet, but I'll go with the belted sheath dress that Essence wears on her first date of the book. It's eggplant purple with matching heels. Nowhere near as fancy as the titular red dresses that Alicia has worn in the "Damsel in the Red Dress" books, but it suits her much better than those dresses would

Alicia's fit made of Kattar's 'stolen' sweater from "Pacifier"

Essence's outfit that she realizes makes her look...extra as she goes to pick up Ayla from school

I arrive at Ayla’s school just as another car that’s almost identical to mine pulls into the only parking space the right size for my van. I don’t even have it in me to sigh.

Circling the block, I find another spot about five minutes’ walk from the school’s front gate. Or, five minutes’ walk for me, rather. I’ll have to quarter my stride length to keep Ayla from having to run to keep up with me.

I check the time on my watch as I lock the car door.

Only 3 hours until my date.

I’ll definitely be cutting it much closer than I prefer to.

It’s hard to make myself walk at a more or less moderate pace, but it’s better to avoid attention or…minimize it.

I tower above every mother in the parking lot by a minimum of 5 inches, and most of them have their hair tied back into lopsided ponytails and buns to compliment their sneakers and yoga pants. With my pencil skirt and stilettos, not to mention the big hair, I’m sure I look ostentatious, at best.

The cover outfit?

It gives very fantasy mysterious vibes, which almost feels like foreshadowing, given that the comic starts out as a simple slice of life

Move fast. Don’t think, just hurry.

Good thing I always cut the tags off my sweatshirts anyway.

Peeling off the heavy sweaty thing till I’m wearing no more than my tatty sports top and jeans, I turn the red hoodie inside out, exposing its fluffy white underbelly, and pull it back on in record time - i.e. before anyone but one elderly woman who I accidentally elbow seems to notice me. She looks at me sideways, but I’ve honestly reached a point of panic beyond caring.

Okay, jeans are fine, everyone wears jeans, no one should suspect that.

Hurriedly, I shake my hair out of the high ponytail as we arrive at the second floor. Three people step off, but nobody else gets on.

Nevermind, we can still work with this. At least there’s a bit more space now for me to see myself in the reflection.

Tying my tresses into a low ponytail, I roll my hair under itself the way Judith taught me and secure it with a sturdy pin, giving my waist length hair the appearance of a short bob.

Cute. Too bad I don’t have the liberty to wear my hair like this just for fun. When I was little, and this happened, Grammy cut off my pigtails.

My female lead in an outfit her harbor mother made her

THE red dress