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xzaddyzanakinx · 11 months

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| Crybaby | part one

Mean Punk/Grunge Anakin x Naive Femme Reader

18+ MDNI

Warnings: demeaning comments, crude behavior, aggression toward reader, death mentioned, hurt/no comfort

Info: Anakin is an ass, like no joke he’s really mean. Pierced and tatted Ani, he plays the drums, annoying rude neighbor, modern AU (90’s), he might be mean now but I promise he will get better (probably)

NOT PROOFREAD

I based this bot on the concept of mean drummer Anakin, idk y’all he’s just so yummy to me and I had to write about him.

It had been about three days since your arrival to Bespin Drive, you’d settled in nicely, no lost boxes and no broken plates. Your home was tiny and perfect and all yours, tucked away at the end of a cul-de-sac.

All your neighbors seemed kind, at least the ones you’d met when you decided to make a good impression by bringing around fresh baked cookies to the houses around the circle.

There was one neighbor you hadn’t gotten to meet yet, the one you were hoping to catch leaving his house any moment now. As luck would have it, you saw him when you looked up from your book, after being startled at the loud clang of a screen door swinging shut.

It was then that you were finally able to take in his appearance, the grungey charm of his tattoos and piercings, the energy he exuded. You’d never seen someone like him in real life, only in magazines and the album covers of CD’s you’d never buy.

Spiked hair with a blue streak, chunky metal hoops in his cartilage, a giant slab of obsidian tucked into his stretched earlobes. Snake bite lip piercings paired with one in his eyebrow and two studs in each nostril, along with a dangling hoop in his septum.

He wore baggy jeans with a thick chain and scuffed shoes, an oversized band shirt and several leather studded bracelets paired with chunky sliver rings. He was attractive, a little unconventional, but attractive all the same.

He was the kind of guy your parents would ground you for bringing home, even if only as a friend. But you weren’t like your parents, you didn’t know a stranger, after all a stranger was just a friend you hadn’t met yet and this boy was no different.

“Hi!” You jumped up and tossed your book aside, bounding down your porch steps toward him.

Anakin arched an eyebrow skeptically at your outburst, his default response was to assume the worst in people. However, your genuine smile and the way you unabashedly made your way over stirred something deep within him.

He grumbled under his breath, trying to decide if this interaction would be worth the effort of walking over to you. With a puff of annoyance, he pushed himself off the side of his car where he had just ignited a cigarette and walked towards you, his steps heavy. He came to a stop a few feet away, crossing his arms as he peered down at you.

“Hey.” He responded simply, gesturing to your house with his cigarette, “you know the guy who lived there died in the kitchen.”

“He what?” You gasped, looking back at your front door in shock.

“Yeah.” He sucked air through his teeth, “you’ve never heard the noises at night?”

“Noises?” You squeaked.

“Mhm.” He flicked his ashes at the ground with a smirk. “Supposedly you can still hear his raspy breathing if you listen closely.“

You shook your head vigorously, backing up. “Wait, but the realtor never-“

“I’m joking.” He snickered, “it’s a joke you’re supposed to laugh.”

“Oh… um.” You smiled nervously thinking maybe you were making a mistake in trying to speak to him.

He was testing you, trying to gauge your reactions and responses, getting a laugh out of his little game.

“Cigarette?” He offered, tipping the soft pack and lighter toward you.

“I don’t smoke.” You said quietly, feeling a bit out of your comfort zone.

“I could’ve guessed.” He snickered.

“What do you mean by that?” Your eyebrows furrowed.

“I mean, you look like a prude.” His face devoid of all emotion.

The color drained from your cheeks and your palms began to sweat. You were already nervous to begin with, but seeing as how he was so abrasive, you were unsure of what to say or do next.

“That wasn’t very nice.” You mumbled.

Deciding it was best to let it roll off your back, you knew very well what stereotype you fell into. You’d had your fair share of catcalls and crude remarks toward your clothes and body shape. Even without having met someone like him before, you’d seen enough movies and TV to know that people who look like you are often mean to those who look like him.

Maybe he was worried you were trying to make fun of him?

“Um. So anyway,” you introduced yourself, holding out your hand for him to shake, “what’s your name?”

"You sure seem persistent," he muttered, his tone tinged with a mix of irritation and mild intrigue.

“I’m not interested in making friends with someone like you.” He sneered, knocking your outstretched hand out of the way.

The words may have been harsh, but his eyes betrayed him with flicker of something resembling guilt. Maybe it was your naive nature, but you couldn't help but think he just needed some coaxing. Even so, his words still hurt your feelings and you weren’t very good at hiding it. Your smile faltered a bit while he spoke and by the end of his sentence your lips were in a full frown.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you?” Your tone made him unsure if it was a question or a statement.

“Offend me?” He barked out a laugh, ducking his head into his shoulders.

“I mean- I just…” Wringing your hands you shifted from foot to foot.

This was going badly, so badly. This wasn’t how you’d planned this conversation to go, this was supposed to be friendly, this was supposed to be a fun little meeting. Your eyes felt prickly as though you might cry.

As he saw your smile falter into a frown, a pang of frustration shot through Anakin's chest. He wasn't immune to the pain he caused, no matter how much he tried to convince himself otherwise.

Anakin's tough facade wavered just for a moment as he saw the hurt in your eyes. He cursed under his breath, feeling a bit of remorse. His stubbornness made it difficult for him to apologize for his harsh words.

“What?” He asked aggressively, putting that rough exterior shell back up.

“Look I’m sorry, I just- I’m new here and-“ he cut you off.

“And you thought what? That you’d sucker me into being your little toy?”

“My toy?” You whispered, so confused.

“You know exactly what I mean.” He snapped, “I know you, I know what you’re trying to do.”

He grumbled, his voice softer than before. "I don't need anyone pitying me."

His statement, though defensive, had a touch of vulnerability behind it. The way he continued to hold your gaze showed that despite his resistance, he couldn't completely dismiss the fact that you intrigued him. No one stuck around this long after he’d shown his ass like this.

“I’m sorry if I gave you a reason to think… anything like that.” You sniffled, “I wasn’t trying- I just, I’m sorry.”

“Oh my god.” He groaned, tipping his head back as he chuckled, “Did I hurt your feelings?”

“Y-yes.” You mumbled, turning on your heel to return to your porch after seeing his bottom lip stuck in a mocking pout.

“Crybaby.” He grumbled, kicking a rock in your direction, it bounced off the concrete of your walkway and grazed your ankle.

You hissed in pain, bringing your foot up to examine, seeing a tiny little nick and minuscule droplet of blood. You stomped up your steps and grabbed the Saran Wrapped plate of cookies meant for Anakin and promptly made your way back over to him.

Anakin was conflicted and it was clearly written all over his face, he felt bad, guilty even. He might’ve contemplated apologizing for real if you hadn’t done what you did next.

“I made these for you.” Your voice cracked as you held out the plate for him to take.

Just as he reached out, eyebrows furrowed and mouth poised to respond, you dropped the plate onto the grass and crushed them beneath your foot.

“Oh so not only are you fucking crybaby you’re a spoiled little brat too?” He shouted, scooping up the plate and tossing it in your general direction.

Anakin stood there, watching as you retreated into your house, his heart sinking with a confusing mix of regret and frustration. He muttered to himself, a curse directed at his unnecessary jab at your vulnerability.

Regret in his eyes as he turned away, heading back to his own place. He couldn't shake off the feeling that he had pushed you to much. Images of the interaction flashed in his mind, he didn’t know what caused him to react so harshly. Yeah he was always an ass, he wasn’t known for his hospitality or his stellar people skills, but he wasn’t one to be outright cruel.

He ran his fingers through his gelled hair in frustration, letting out a deep sigh. Anakin lit up another Marlboro cigarette, taking a long drag as he stared at the flame of the lighter. The smoke curled around his fingers, as he watched the smoke dissipate into the air, his feet moved of their own volition.

He found himself on your porch steps, collecting up the mess he’d made. Crumbled cookies scraped off the wooden steps with his bare hands while his cigarette hung precariously from his lips. Unbeknownst to him, you watched his every move from the comfort of your living room window.

What was his deal?

That unfortunate encounter had occurred weeks ago, the days now fading into the heat of summer. Anakin wasn’t as hostile anymore, but he wasn’t making an attempt to be friendly either.

He waved if you did first, he nodded if you said hello, he even dropped off a package of yours that had been wrongly delivered to his address - AND - had spoken to you when he brought it over.

Not to mention the time he shouted your name to catch your attention on your way out for an afternoon walk, it was surprising enough that he initiated an encounter. But even more shocking when you saw that he had people over, and not just any people. His band-mates stood there along side him and shot you a friendly smile and wave with Anakin.

You had found yourself mulling over each interaction for hours and sometimes days after they happened. Analyzing every word or lack thereof in hopes to pick apart his human hermit crab shell.

Teaser for the next part:

As the day went on you got yourself ready. A friend from one of your college classes was due to pick you up anytime now. The guy was nice enough to invite you out to go bowling with a group of his friends, knowing you were new and that you didn’t have a solid friend group yet. You were appreciative of the gesture, despite your bubbly personality you found it difficult to keep a steady friendship, it seemed that people took advantage of your naivety, your kindness.

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saturngalore · 5 months

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CHANTELLE: ROCK ANGEL 🎸🖤

a fat dark y2k + semi bratz inspired lookbook featuring nykhor chantelle diang <3

everyday: fishnet top | jennifer skirt | mei buckle boots

formal: heartthrob dress

athletic: zola bantu knots (it’s really ea base game but get my hair instead 🤩) | 90s tank top | cargos | chunky uni sneakers

sleepwear: cascade hair | gia t-shirt

party: parissa hair | mimi top | wave jeans | dr. martens blaire sandals (simfinds)

swimwear: bria braids | tara bikini

hot weather: paloma passion twists | jennie ice cream top | kate shorts | supernova shoes

cold weather: appa jacket | seqoia skirt | bonnie boots

a special thanks to these creators: @sleepingsims @jellymoo @fukkiemon @simgirlz @kimoanasims <3

#ts4 #sims 4 #the sims 4 #black simblr #black simmer #ts4 edit #ts4 lookbook #🪐#🪐 lookbook #nykhor chantelle diang #chantelle diang #i actually finished this lookbook early 2023 but i just never posted it 😭💔#i really liked doing this and hope y’all enjoy! 🫶🏾

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ineffableigh · 10 months

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Thinking a lot about some memory parallels in season two...

About how everyone in Soho is dressed VERY ANACHRONISTICALLY, but not at all coordinated with each other. Clothes look pristine, brand new, unsullied, unworn. Caricatures of humans from the 40s, 70s, 90s, 2000s. Like an oversimplified idea of what Normal Humans look like.

Like uhhh excuse you white fur coat, leopard print skirt and platform shoes? Weird BRIGHT FUCKING YELLOW shirt, a flowy vest and leather pants? 70s crochet sweater with brown pants, crimped hair and chunky heels?

Rosie the Riveter This lady (Rosie is a different extra!) over here is either wearing big flowy skirts or actual mechanic's overalls like the war posters. She's EVERYWHERE throughout the season:

Rainbow tie dye, big hat, overcoat with pinback buttons? Like the guys in the cemetery?

Lady why are you fully lurking behind a pillar and staring at the Hamm Hams

What's my point? Point is... point is...

Gabriel's memories are the same.

RUSSIA - big hammer and sickle neon sign outside, two guys in back playing chess, one with a big bushy beard and the other a flat cap. Background music sounds like traditional/folk Russian music played on a balalaika, but playback on a ratty old stereo.

USA - Route 66 sign, hubcaps, money wallpaper, budweiser neon sign, bar/pool table/pool cues, American flags fluttering in the wind outside, 50s style radio on the shelf, SAME TWO GUYS IN BACK but now playing cards, and the one on the right has a baseball cap instead. And I don't wanna be like "what modern bar would be playing Buddy Holly on the radio" but... after hearing the background music in the Russian cafe, that is a CHOICE.

Hell, check out Not-Billie-Piper back here and her GIANT 50s up-do:

SAME THING AT THE RESURRECTIONIST, YEAH? ALL THE SONGS ON THE JUKEBOX ARE SCOTTISH OR PERTAINING TO SCOTLAND. "Letter from america" by the PRoclaimers starts playing but it was released in fucking 1987

And of course we know this pub is COVERED in Pressburger references, which we know carry way more meaning than simple fun cameos or whatever. Barring that, this is the Scottishest-Pub-est-looking-pub I've ever fucking seen, and it's SO CLEAN.

A fly IN the movie playing on the screen while we watch Gabriel's memories being returned to him from the fly he receives in this memory? More likely than you think (I can't find the movie name! Not in the X-Ray apparently)...

Anyway all that to say I think the show is trying to tell us SOMETHING is wrong the entire season. There's evidence shit's out of order, everything is WEIRD and high saturation, even people's makeup (Crowley's bloody orange half the time), and it all feels Extremely Set up...

OR poorly remembered.

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens meta #my brain hurts #IneffabLeigh's Meta Tag

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kongchipachi95 · 2 months

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Joshua

Pov: you’re reluctant to go out to a bar with your friends to this new trendy club but meeting a handsome stranger makes this the best night of your life.

Warnings: public sex, penetration, fingering.

Joshua

It was a hot summer night and you wanted nothing more than to stay in in your oversized shirt and watch k-dramas all day. But your friends begged you to come to this new bar that had just opened because it was summer and you were a young, single woman and not a recluse.

“I don’t even have anything to wear,” you protested.

“Here, wear this,” your best friend from uni threw a long sleeve but backless green satin dress at you.

“NO WAY, I am not wearing this,” you proclaimed.

“Just wear it. Here, you can wear my chunky black boots, too,” your cousin offered. You reluctantly went to the bathroom to change and put thick eyeliner and a little bit of shimmer eyeshadow to make your eyes pop. You took a step back and looked at the stranger in the mirror. The dress surprisingly hugged your body in all the right places, accentuating all the right curves that you had to offer. Maybe the night wouldn’t be so bad, afterall. You spritzed some sophisticated perfume your older sister had gotten you when you graduated from college She said you needed a “big girl” perfume now that you were headed out into the world.

The three of you helped each other adjust your outfits and added the finishing touches to blush and hair before piling into a taxi. The three of you looked like you had just stepped out of a 90s cult classic movie, but in a good way. The taxi dropped you off at the bar entrance and you were expecting to get ushered to the back of the line but you were immediately let in by the bouncers who checked your IDs and gave you wristbands. You and your friends looked at each other with surprised but excited glances.

Walking in you were met with the smell of cotton candy vape smoke, expensive cologne and flashing lights from the DJ booth. The place wasn’t fully packed yet, but there were quite a bit of people you couldn’t quite recognize as celebrities or Seoul-cialites in the dark lighting. The lights had a sort of prism cast, some parts of the bar had a red glow casting on the patrons, othe parts had a blue glow. The vibe was like a club for older adults without the drama and underaged kids acting up.

You and your friends decided to walk a lap around the perimeter to find a place to sit down. In one of the more secluded areas you noticed a group of guys laughing loudly and not quite causing a disturbance but it was hard to ignore them. Sitting in the corner, quietly enjoying the show, was a guy not much older than you that caught your attention. He had dark hair slicked back, sunglasses sitting on top of his head which seemed weird since it was late into the night already. He had a crisp button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up his forearms, jeans that fit just right and dress shoes that look expensive. On his arm was a heavy watch that looked like it cost more than your tuition the entire 4 years of college. He looked expensive, but that didn’t stop you from admiring his beauty. His face had a sort of innocence to it, his perfectly shaped nose and perfectly spaced eyebrows. It was hard not to stare. His lips were not too large, not too small, they were a perfect little pout that turned upwards whenever someone did something crazy.

You snapped out of your trance when your friend grabbed your arm to walk over to the bar to get a drink.

“Hello? Are you still on the same planet?” your friend laughed before guiding you away.

You ordered vodka sodas with lime and decided to post up at a high table with bar stools. Your back was facing the area that the mystery guy was sitting in which deflated you a little. You couldn’t steal any more glances pretending you were looking at your friend when you were really looking past her. Your friends started talking about the jobs they had just started at and the drama they were dealing with in the offices.

“I just can’t stand that she micromanages everything and she’s not even a supervisor, it’s a bunch of bullshit,” your friend complained.

You were about to comment in agreement when you adjusted in your seat and started falling backwards. You reached out to try and grab the table but you were caught by someone from behind. Your arm ended up grabbing a guy’s forearm. Time seemed to stop when you looked down to see what you were holding onto. It was a forearm with veins popping out, strong arms. As your eyes traced who the arm belonged to you realized it was the mystery stranger you had been staring at earlier.

“You alright?” he chuckled, flashing a full smile that made your heart want to stop and beat incessantly at the same time.

“Well aren’t you the hero?” your friend commented.

“I’m- fine,” was all you could say weakly.

“Can I buy you a drink? You know, to calm you down?” he asked confidently. You were even more intrigued at his boldness.

“Uh, sure,” you croaked back.

He helped you get off of your chair and lead you to the bar with his hand on the small of your exposed back. The warmth of his hand sent warmth to other parts of your body that made you blush since you had just seen him for the first time not even a full hour ago.

“Two white wines, please,” he ordered at the bar.

“I’m Jay, by the way,” he introduced himself.

“I’m -” before you could introduce yourself the bartender put your drinks on the counter.

“Beautiful? Gorgeous?” Jay flirted with you. Who was this guy? You asked yourself. You blushed and tucked your hair behind your ears. When you walked back to your table you noticed a couple of his friends had started talking with your friends.

“Would you ladies like to join us at our table?” his tall, dark and handsome friend invited you.

“We’d love to!” Your friends replied in unison.

The guys led you to the table and everyone sat in a circle.

“Let’s make a toast. TO NEW FRIENDS!” exclaimed the friend with shiny, luscious hair just past his ears. You cheered and took sips of your drinks.

As everyone introduced themselves you learned his friends’ names were Mingyu, Jeonghan, Soonyoung, Seokmin and Dino. The conversation was flowing, mostly with Jay observing but you didn’t mind that he rested his arm on the back of your chair, allowing you to get a little closer to him. You could smell his cologne and it was almost driving you crazy having him that close. After a while you excused yourself to go to the restroom. You touched up your makeup with the berry flavored lip gloss you brought in your purse and reached for the door of the restroom. You hadn’t opened the door more than a few inches when you noticed Jay leaning against the wall waiting for you.

“Need some help in there?” he asked, his voice taking a deeper tone than he had used when you first talked to him.

“I might,” you replied.

“Can I come in?” he asked somewhat innocently. All you could do was nod and step back to let him in. He looked around to make sure no one else saw and opened the door to the restroom. You could hear The Weeknd’s “Can’t Feel My Face” pumping through the speakers. He stepped in and you were standing chest to chest with each other.

“I noticed you looking when you first walked in,” he said in a hushed tone, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“You did? Was I that obvious?” you said flushed.

“I’m surprised you didn’t notice me looking at you. I couldn’t take my eyes off of you,” he said huskily.

His hands wandered up your arms onto your shoulders pushing your hair back.

“The things I would do to you, if only you’d let me,” he said, sighing.

“Who said I wouldn’t?” you flirted back. He raised his eyebrows and licked his lips.

“Like what?’ he asked, a devilish look flashed in his eyes.

“I might let you kiss me,” you said softly, looking up at him with doe eyes.

“What if I can’t stop myself?” he asked, melting into your gaze.

“Let’s just start with a kiss and see where it goes from there,” you bit your lip and rested your hands on his waist. You could see his chest rising and falling heavily with anticipation. He lowered his neck so he could reach down and kiss you softly at first. You inhaled his expensive cologne, his lips felt like soft pillows you landed on. Kissing him made jolts of electricity shoot out of your nerve endings and made you feel like you were about to explode. It was unlike anything you had ever felt before. You could feel the goosebumps forming on your skin and wondered if he felt them too. He cradled your neck in the crook of his arm as he started to kiss you more passionately. His hand started tracing your clavicle, daring to go slightly lower before he stopped himself.

“It’s okay,” you said out of breath, not wanting to stop kissing him or stop doing anything else that stemmed from that. He lowered his hand almost hesitant at first, but when he let go of any inhibitions, he was like a wild beast clawing at you and ready to tear your clothes off.

It was as if he didn’t know what to touch first, his hands mindlessly wandering around your body grabbing your ass, your shoulders, your breast. It was like he was just as excited as you were, unable to contain the electricity within. You weren’t kissing each other very long before someone knocked on the door, startling the both of you.

“Be right out,” he called. He looked in the mirror, seeing your smeared berry lip gloss on his face and smirking it, deciding not to wipe it off. He opened the door to see Soonyoung waiting. Hoshi’s innocent eyes looked between the both of you.

“What just-” he raised an accusatory finger up at the both of you.

“We’re gonna be right back,” Jay told him while grabbing your hand and pushing past him. He walked you out onto the summer street past the line of people waiting to get into the bar. You hadn’t been outside for a few seconds and you could already feel the humid air sticking to the backs of your legs. He took you to a darkened alleyway behind the bar where no foot traffic was passing by. You went around to a stack of crates and boxes and he held you against the wall, kissing every inch of you. You instinctively lifted your dress, begging him to take you.

He looked around briefly to make sure you couldn’t be seen from the street before unzipping his pants. He slid a couple of fingers inside of you, surprised at how moist you already were without any stimulation.

“You want me that bad already, huh?” he smiled under his breath.

“You have no idea,” you told him, trying to resist the urge to rip the buttons off of his shirt. Your hands wander up and down his strong, muscular arms hiding under his shirt. You held onto his shoulders as he used some of your juices to lubricate his dick before he slid it into you. You hadn’t been with anyone in so long you could feel him stretching you the deeper he went in. You started to let out a moan before he used his left hand to cup your mouth, muffling any noise. He held you by your ass with his other hand, making sure you wouldn’t fall over. He was fighting moaning himself, grunting and breathing into your shoulder.

“Fuck you feel so tight,” he finally said once he got a rhythm going.

“You feel amazing,” you told him. You squeezed your insides and felt his dick twitch in side of you, this time you placed your hand over his mouth just as he was about to let out a moan. You started to suck a little on his hand cupped over your mouth as you squeezed him and you could swear you saw his eyes roll to the back of his head.

He removed the hand over your mouth and reached down and started rubbing your swollen clit. You bit your lip so hard you thought you were going to draw blood. You squeezed him so tight you could feel his shoulders tensing and shaking like he was about to release.

“Fuck, baby, keep doing that, I’m going to cum,” he announced. He kept rubbing circles around your sensitivity, you kept squeezing him and in a short few seconds the both of you reached your climax. Just as he pulled out you released your juice all over the ground in front of you, making him release that much harder as streams of his white goo sprung on top of yours. He tucked himself into his pants before helping you step over the mess the two of you made.

“Well, that was hot,” he finally said after you had walked onto the street, the berry lip gloss casting a shine around his mouth.

“I know, and I didn’t even want to come out tonight,” you said nonchalantly.

“Well, I’m glad you did - uh,” he stopped in his tracks and looked at you while blushing.

“I never got your name.”

“It’s y/n,” you said sweetly. He smiled and kissed you like he never wanted to let you go.

“‘I’m glad I met you, y/n.”

#svt smut #svt #joshua hong #joshua seventeen #joshua smut #joshua svt #joshua scenarios

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confundida25 · 6 months

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I need to talk about them, so lets talk about them!

First of all, i love them, i love the modern clothes, i love the vibe, the dancing theme, everything!

The consistecy! Irida look so cute, so unbelievable cute, i adore the black top and the weird sleeves over the top, in the animation of the dancing you can tell they are two different pieces, wich is complete in brand with Irida honestly bizarre original outfit, she like the overintricade clothes, The golden belt is nice but what really sell the look for me are the big chunky shoes. Irida IS the girls with the big chunky shoes, i love that that prevails no matter what she is wearing. Same for the shorts, she is a short girl, i bet she is hot and swety for all the dance and Irida just hate it so her body need to breathe, good for her. Also also the cherry on top is the little bow in her head, cute, young, fresh, honestly she is the moment.

I like that is not her normal shade of pink, is slighly different so its feel similar but not like if she is force to only wear one color. the color match with her zoroark companion not exactly with her original palet.

In resume Irida look like a real girl in a modern dance competition, i could see a teenager using this for an event. Also the alternative colors are really nice, the purple is cool. 10/10

I must admit im not a huge fan of Adaman´s outfit. Im sorry, he look like a secondary caracther in a 90´s movie. still handsome and everything, but because is him. The jacket over the hodie, is not very inspired and i don´t understeand the sun print over his chest?? like what are those??. The blue is just his normal shade of blue... and the black is like... ok i guess. What i really like is the detail of the necklace, i feel like that is on brand with his style, the sligly high hairstyle and what i think is a watch on his wrist?? Adaman should wear a watch, one of those super precise conect with a satelite kind of watch and he should be unsefearable because of that.

Also also, the alternative yellow version is hideous.

Adaman is a like a 7/10. i have seen better fanarts of modern clothes for him, still fun tought.

In resume, i love them and i envy all of you for having a good phone that allow you to play the game. I scream when i saw the video and hear their voices, i can´t belive they have voices.

#pokemas #adaman #irida #pokemon #pla #clan leader adaman #clan leader Irida

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nineties-effect · 2 years

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#90s #90s aesthetic #90s fashion #90s vibes #1990s #90s style #street style #chunky shoes #project h

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cherrygirlystuff · 2 months

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Brat Summer - We're Obsessed, What To Wear?

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So, how do you channel your inner brat through your wardrobe? Let’s break it down, bestie. This summer, it’s all about mixing bold, statement pieces with playful accessories. Here’s your ultimate guide to looking fabulous during Brat Summer.

1. Crop Tops & Mini Skirts: The Power Duo 💃

When it comes to Brat Summer, less is definitely more. Crop tops and mini skirts are the ultimate power duo that scream confidence. Think 90s-inspired fits – baby tees, spaghetti straps, and anything that shows off your midriff. Pair a cute crop top with a plaid mini skirt or a sassy tennis skirt for that ultimate bratty vibe. Add some chunky sneakers or platform sandals to keep it playful yet fierce.

2. Bold Colors & Patterns: Stand Out, Don’t Blend In 🌈

Brat Summer is all about making a statement, so don’t be afraid to go bold with your color choices. Hot pinks, neon greens, electric blues – the brighter, the better. Mix in some wild patterns like animal prints, checkerboard, or tie-dye to really stand out. This summer, your wardrobe should be just as bold as your attitude.

3. Accessories with Attitude: Because Details Matter 💎

Let’s talk accessories, babe. This summer, your accessories should be just as bratty as your outfit. Think chunky chains, oversized sunglasses, and lots of bling. Don’t forget a cute, sassy handbag – maybe one with a cheeky slogan or a pop of neon. And of course, no Brat Summer look is complete without some serious hair accessories. Claw clips, scrunchies, and butterfly clips are your best friends.

4. Platform Shoes: Elevate Your Style (Literally) 👠

Platforms are a Brat Summer must-have. Whether it’s chunky platform sandals, sky-high boots, or even platform sneakers, these shoes will give you that extra boost of confidence (and height!). Plus, they’re super comfy for all the adventures you’ll be having this summer. Pair them with your favorite mini skirt or some distressed denim shorts for a look that’s equal parts cute and fierce.

5. Statement Outerwear: For Those Cooler Summer Nights 🧥

Even brats get chilly sometimes, so make sure you’ve got some statement outerwear in your closet. A cropped denim jacket, a bold windbreaker, or even a faux fur coat for extra drama – these pieces will keep you warm while still slaying. Opt for something in a bright color or with a funky print to keep that bratty vibe going strong, even when the sun goes down.

Embrace Your Inner Brat: Confidence is Key 💅

Here’s the most important part of Brat Summer, babe – it’s all about your attitude. The clothes are just a bonus. Whether you’re rocking a mini skirt or lounging in your fave oversized tee, what makes this summer truly bratty is the confidence you bring to every look. Own your style, strut your stuff, and don’t let anyone dull your sparkle.

Brat Summer is about living your best life, having fun with fashion, and being unapologetically you. So go ahead, mix those bold colors, pile on the accessories, and step out in those platform shoes like you own the place – because you do!

Final Thoughts, Bestie: Let’s Slay This Brat Summer Together! 👑

This summer is all about embracing your inner brat and letting her shine. Whether you’re heading to the beach, hitting up a festival, or just strutting through the city streets, make sure you’re doing it in style. We’ve got a whole season of fierce fashion ahead, and I can’t wait to see all the amazing looks you come up with.

So, grab your crop tops, pile on the accessories, and let’s make this the most unforgettable Brat Summer ever. 💋✨

What’s your go-to Brat Summer look, babe? Let’s chat in the comments – I’m dying to see how you’re styling your bratty vibes! 💕

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