#combined with my heavy eyeliner i always look a little bit tired of people's shit 😂

[liebgotts-lovergirl]

Ik I own way too many black clothes-- from leather jackets & high-heeled combat boots to dresses & Converse-- but at any given opportunity, I will still buy more bc of who i am as a person 💀

[sugar-petals]

Thoughts about blackpink lisa kibbe type? I think she leans as a Flamboyant natural with cute and youthful facial features. She has long limbs, big hands, blunt shoulders and extremely long vertical line. Since you typed jennie, rose and jisoo i want thoughts about blackpink lisa if you agree or not.

kibbe style comparison: lisa (flamboyant gamine) VS namjoon (flamboyant natural)

(+ some notes on hoseok)

i found the arguments for flamboyant gamine in the fandom pretty convincing. once you look at what kind of lines suit her, you see why pretty fast, i’ll show you what i mean with pictures.

once you see her in that type of outfit, it’s apparent how flamboyant natural can’t do anything for her style-wise — it doesn’t exhaust her options or brings out her character.

monochrome look, bulky and very wide material, sportswear, casual outfit and hair, understated make-up, oversized shirt:

... doesn’t hit home, lisa is no longer dominating the look. there are much more memorable styles possible. mind you, this is not inherently bad styling, it’s just not flattering for her case. yes, this can be surprisingly glamorous on someone! they just need to have natural lines, i’ll show you later in the thread.

meanwhile, flamboyant gamine clothes feel more customized on her. it’s very ‘lisa’, she carries that style effortlessly without being drowned out. naturals couldn’t pull that level of accessorizing off no matter how much they tried.

small ribbon details, stripes, sailor style, ruffled hair, strong red lip and whispy bangs, overally cute rather than casual look: sweet! her face steals the show, not the other way around. she looks great here.

let’s amp it up. cropped geometrics with a dose of sparkle, small sharp geometrics, fitted clothes with several colors at play, typical gamine line break: feels right, interesting and sexy. the bangs could have more contrast, but other than that: perfect and very memorable. especially the top fits her so well.

strong random mix of yin and yang — pearls on asymmetric suit, minimal waist emphasis, more square details, shorts & one shoulder free, very unflexible fabric (as opposed to romantic fabrics that flow): very eye-catching but still doesn’t distract too much from her.

you see the difference. she can handle all that detailing and randomness and quite some glamor. naturals are made to dress down, but gamines can go the other way, pretty far i’d say, with many materials. 

because: all gamines are not just good but great at wearing innovative fashion with clashing genres. you can put them into the strangest combinations and it works as a standard outfit. 

because their body is a clash of lines: adorable doll face with the skinny limbs of a dramatic, just shorter, even if tallness is possible. plus a little bit of natural muscle around the shoulders. lisa is just that. the face and body are like from different people. espcially the face, so much rounded, soft yin that’s nowhere else in her physique.

it’s the essence of gamine, a youthful mix of lines that catches you by surprise. you know it from yoongi, same principle. kibbe calls their impression fun and vibrant, and i’m starting to see why.

for comparison. the lines of flamboyant natural are the same everywhere. there’s no contrast. wide face, wide chest, wide thighs, wide arms, wide hands, wide brows, wide cheeks, wide neck. they are HUGE, never truly lean. 

no doll face or short skinny limbs in sight. it’s the most massive type, you can’t get past them because they’re a solid block. namjoon fills every frame, he’s flamboyant natural incarnate. this type looks like a raging sports machine.

and not just the guys of this type, it’s the exact same for female FNs. look at giant pink, she is a soldier. FN is by default very mature and strong-looking.

whereas lisa comes across as sweet, petite and narrow which all gamines do. the vertical line is moderate, the frame is not athletic. the limbs are short, close-set. gamines always leave a cute expression, flamboyant naturals have a ‘hard and heavy-hitting’ silhouette that towers over everyone.

and the styling follows suit for FN, you have to dress this type just like an athlete. where lisa’s sporty grey outfit looks underwhelming, it becomes charming, cozy and perfectly simplistic on namjoon. on naturals, sportswear and underdressing doesn’t look sloppy or boring, instead it becomes just right:

you can put super-large, flowing and bulky outfits on FN without a problem.

meanwhile, namjoon comes across as a little funny with gamine-esque sailor stripes. you wouldn’t even notice it on lisa, on him it sticks out like a sore thumb as if some optical illusion shit is going on 😂

let’s try stage wear. namjoon is a bit lost when they put a multi-color glitter concept on him. it’s not a bad outfit (save the chaotic tie maybe), but the certain something is missing. it feels like it’s hiding him a little.

naturals truly shine — as the name says — in nature. beach wear, leisure, loose clothes, ‘no effort’. make namjoon a relaxed holiday boy. it’s perfect on him, everything blends together.

put a straw hat on lisa and photograph her at the beach, something’s not right. 

flamboyant gamine has a way different archetype. they’re great as punk boys and girls, high school crushes, whirlwinds, tomboys, rebels, game changers. they can go wild using all sorts of materials and it make you go wow, what a body.

flames, dual color bob cut, gloves, sexy jeans shorts, accurate bangs, crop top, it feels like she isn’t even getting started and she’ll steal your guy and your girl. oh man, lisa!!

compare again. flamboyant natural starts to look hilariously uncle or aunt-like if you do as much as use one experimental thing on them. no pattern mix possible, and it doesn’t highlight their sex appeal.

meanwhile, as we saw, lisa’s outfit is meh when she’s not (!) experimenting. flamboyant natural, on the other hand, looks their best if you don’t do much at all. you have to throw the simplest, baggiest things on them. no wild colors or strange cuts. oh my, he just radiates. from meme uncle to husband material.

what looks like jesus just descended to the earth on flamboyant natural is way too large and unfitted on flamboyant gamines (see hoseok below, he shares types with lisa). it completely kills their sexy vibe. 

the outfit looks boring and makes them disappear behind all that fabric. you don’t notice the cute face anymore. flamboyant gamines are the born fashionistas screaming for experimental stylings, baggy natural type clothes are simply too minimal and gigantic on them.

they suddenly look older and tired, it fails to highlight them. which is such an irony because gamines radiate youth and energy. but like this, they’re completely gone from our radar:

they’re too petite to carry the fabric, and it’s not constructed enough. if you’re a flamboyant gamine and want to hide, use a flamboyant natural outfit. it’s like camouflage fo the face since the outfit is so large and undemanding of your body lines.

put some oversized winter coats on namjoon, oh wonder... it makes him even more charismatic.

it feels like he has the frame for it. you look directly at the face. because the rest fits together so well and doesn’t mess with the eye. namjoon can carry a singular block of color with no problems.

flamboyant natural: the more low maintenance, the better. the less they try, the sexier it gets. it literally needs the most uninspiring soccer dad clothes for them.

with hobi, it’s the same idea as for lisa: flamboyant gamine can go far with styling. the exact opposite direction as with namjoon. you can dress them in the most extra items, no holding back. bring the camp and all the effect fabrics, tattoo them, give them chains and gloves, style their hair to the moon and back. and they still look like they could add some more!

if you have five outfits prepared for flamboyant gamine? you can put them all on at the same time! fuzzy glitter and comic shirt, nothing out of the ordinary. it’d look too much on any other type.

BONUS: flamboyant gamines are killing the “rebel army leader” style. there’s a lot going on and it’s fitted. they could exaggerate it even more and it’d look good.

man, just look at that. we have the line break, heavy lip, eyeliner, sharp shoulders, tight cuts, and lots of details.

so, i’m pretty sure lisa is in that kibbegory. the takeaway here is: 

FG has many options, FN keeps it easy. 

the less suitable kibbe style will make you look older and hide you.

flamboyant gamines can experiment all day and compile as many contrasting accessories as possible. lisa pulls it off.

FN has the same lines everywhere: wide, wide, tall, and wide, and more wideness. FG have unpredictable looks that fuse cute faces with sharp yang bodies.

[chocobroobsession]

Comforting Hands

Author’s Note: I am in the middle of several Ignis fics and yet my brain decided I needed to give Gladio a try. This was surprisingly easy to write? People tend to depict him as being a rough lover and I just really like the idea of him being a teddy bear. This one is SFW. Just fluffy, touchy stuff. Gladio x fem!reader. Word count: 1864

It had been an excruciatingly long day. To call yourself exhausted was an understatement—you were completely and utterly worn out. But, you did promise Gladio that the two of you would go out. Reservations weren’t placed at a snazzy joint—you were just going out for a casual dinner. You weren’t even going to dress up all that much. Problem was you had no idea what you were going to wear. Or what you were going to do with your hair. Or makeup. Or anything.

Truth be told, you hadn’t really felt beautiful lately. You were stressed and weary and feeling more self-conscious than usual. It was a terrible combination—the perfect recipe for an emotional disaster. You stood in front of your vanity mirror picking up random makeup pieces, attempting to figure out how you wanted to apply them, if at all. You had come home from work and showered for far too long, almost wishing the water would wash you away as well, but when that didn’t seem possible, you finally exited the steamy prison and changed into a clean tank top and pajama pants. You sat around like that until you knew you could procrastinate no longer—you did have a date, after all.

Your phone vibrated on the far corner of the vanity dresser. You knew who it was before even glancing at the screen. “I’m here. You ready?”

Gladio was slightly early, but you were nowhere near ready. This would be a problem. You reluctantly texted back, “No, still getting there. You can come in and wait for me if you want.”

Slightly frazzled, you began frantically rummaging through your makeup bag. You weren’t sure what you were looking for, but you hoped that something would jump out at you. You found your black eyeliner pencil and figured some eyeliner and mascara would be better than nothing at all. As you applied the makeup with an unsteady hand, poking yourself in the eye more times than you would ever admit, you heard the door to your apartment open and close, followed by the echo of heavy footsteps. You didn’t want Gladio to see you in your current state, so you mustered up your fake, pleasant tone and called out, “Hey, wait for me in the living room, okay? There are chips and pretzels on the bar and beer in the fridge if you want!”

Maybe if Gladio occupied himself with pre-dinner snacks and TV, he wouldn’t have time to notice your obvious lack of enthusiasm for the night. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to spend time with him. You did—very much so. As the prince’s shield, he spent most of his time with Noctis. The rest of his time was spent working out and training. That left a very tiny sliver of time for you. You had your own job to deal with as well, so it wasn’t often that the two of you got together—maybe once or twice a week at most lately. This week was particularly busy; you had to work overtime to complete a major project and he had additional training sessions with Noctis. This would be the one night the two of you had together until late the next week. You couldn’t spend the night moping and wallowing in self-loathing, but you weren’t exactly thrilled to go out and be expected to smile and laugh for your boyfriend, who no doubt had had a stressful week and just wanted to relax and have some fun.

You finished with your minimal, mediocre makeup, and stared down at your current attire. You hadn’t even picked out anything to wear. It was a casual night, yes, but you preferred to put thought into all of your outfits, regardless. You had no clue what you were going to do, and this was your breaking point. You slouched forward, hands holding you up against the vanity, hanging your head in shame, praying to the Six that the tears threatening to break the dam wouldn’t ruin the eye makeup you just applied. Occupied with your worries, you didn’t notice Gladio’s presence until you felt his large, warm hands lightly gripping your shoulders from behind.

“Hey, are you okay?” he asked softly.

You raised your head and chanced a peek at the reflection of the man behind you. There was concern in his amber eyes and you immediately felt guilty for causing him to worry. “It’s nothing. I’m just really slow about moving today. I’m sorry. I’ll hurry and get dressed.”

You began to turn towards your closet, but the shield’s grip didn’t slack. He held you in place, forcing you to look at his reflection once again. He was staring at the reflection of your face, seeing straight through your façade. “It’s okay to not be okay. If you don’t want to talk about it, that’s fine, but we don’t have to go out if you don’t want to. I can just go back home if you would rather be alone…”

“No!” you suddenly cut him off. He raised an eyebrow, skeptical of your reaction. “I mean, I don’t want you to go. I want to see you. I just…” You hunched your shoulders again and bowed your head, ashamed of the tears that were on the brink of escaping. “I’m just tired. I’ve been really stressed lately and I felt like I haven’t relaxed in ages. And I know it’s kind of vain, but I haven’t exactly felt pretty lately either.”

Gladio stepped closer, the heat from his massive body radiating onto your back. He ran his hands down your arms until he arrived at your hands where he tenderly enveloped them. He pulled you into his embrace and you felt his breath on your ear as he leaned forward.

“Y/N, don’t ever tell yourself you’re not pretty. You’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

You managed a forced chuckle and rolled your eyes. “You’re just saying that.”

You saw his expression in the mirror, regarding you with slight annoyance and disbelief as he shook his head. “I would never lie to you. You know that. You mean everything to me.”

You suddenly felt choked up. Sure, Gladio had said he loved you plenty of times, but something about his declaration really tugged at your heart. “Really?”

“Really.”

His eyes gleamed and he let go of you to move his hands to your shoulders. His hands were large and strong—calloused and rough—never idle hands. He was always training or working on something and his weathered hands proved it. But in spite of that, they were the most tender hands you had ever felt on your body. He dug his long fingers into the muscles of your shoulders and began massaging and kneading. You hadn’t even realized how tense you were until the slight pain made you cry out. He immediately released you, his eyes wide with concern.

“Shit, did I hurt you?”

You shook your head and leaned back into his chest. “Not exactly. I’m just tense and it hurt a little bit, but it will be fine. Don’t stop.”

Gladio cautiously went back to massaging your shoulders and you closed your eyes, willing yourself to relax. As his fingers kneaded, his thumbs rubbed circles on the back of your neck and it felt divine. You nearly went limp as his hands traveled to your back and rubbed circles into the muscles there. Your head lolled back and a pleased groan escaped your lips.

You could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke. “Feel good, babe?”

“Mmmhmm,” you lazily mumbled.

Once his actions ceased, you were snapped back into reality. You stared at his reflection and gasped in anticipation of what you could see he was about to do. A smile broke out across your face as his lips made contact with your neck. Naturally, you cocked your head to the side to give him more room, humming in appreciation. He placed slow, deliberate kisses along the side of your neck, down to your shoulder. The scruff on his chin sometimes tickled and you almost shuttered in anticipation, but he applied just enough pressure to his kisses to keep the tickling feeling at bay.

You were lost in the sensation until you felt his warm breath on the very back of your neck. His nose brushed across your skin and his lips lightly trailed along—not kissing, but brushing just enough to elicit a response in your body; and that response was a chill that went down your spine and straight to your core—an electric current that buzzed and hummed just under your skin and pricked up the hairs on the back of your neck—a fire that blazed a trail where he touched you and settled into your chest where you felt warm and in love. Your breath hitched in your throat and when you tried to exhale, all that came out was a moan.

Gladio chuckled onto your neck, and the vibrations from that were almost just as powerful. He moved to the other side where once again, you eagerly moved to give him full access. He kissed along your skin before finishing with a small nip at the junction of your neck and shoulder. You jumped, knocking yourself completely off balance. You had no reason to worry, though. Gladio easily caught you, wrapping his arms around you and drawing you in close. You caught a glimpse of his smile in the mirror and couldn’t help but smile back.

“I love you,” you confessed, nuzzling the back of your head into his chest.

He leaned down to plant a swift kiss on your cheek. “I love you too.”

Tenderly, he released you and turned you around to face him, placing a hand under your chin to tip your face towards his. “Let me take care of you tonight, okay? We don’t have to go out. We can just order take-out and watch movies. Or you can lie across me on the couch and I’ll read to you. You always complain about not having enough time to read these days,” he smirked.

“I don’t know how I could pay attention with that smooth voice of yours narrating. I think I’d be too distracted,” you teased as you stretched up on your tiptoes to peck his nose.

He laughed—a warm bellow that filled your ears and made you grin. “Ok, fine, maybe no reading then, but we’ll do something, okay? Let’s just chill tonight. I’ve missed you and I’ll take you however I can.”

He playfully scooped you up and carried you bridal style to the kitchen despite all of your protests and playful swats. The two of you spent the evening cuddling and chatting as you watched silly comedies. Even though the two of you had work bright and early the next morning, Gladio still insisted on staying and you got to experience all the wonders his hands had to offer the rest of your body before you fell asleep against his chest, feeling much better emotionally, but physically spent, as his hand stroked your hair.