#outfit chart blank

[additional-alignment-charts]

A chart on which you might draw some new outfits for your characters. Title pun intentional.

[befemininenow]

Are you a trans girl or non-conforming and would like to try out feminine clothing? You may want to check this out.

Say you found this dress online and you really love the overall style of it. Great! If you’re like me, you would say “F it! I’ll buy the dress and I’ll wear it how I like!” and move on with your life. That should the end of this guide, right? Except, there is one little problem: not everybody thinks this way. Those who look for the best matching outfits aren’t just searching to fit their style, color, or personality. It also has to do with their body type. If you’re in that situation, this guide may help you out.

Body shape

Believe it or not, there are many different types of body shape (up to 10). However, the most common tend to be the following (in no order):

Rectangle- Even distribution on shoulders, hips, and waistline

Pear/Triangle- Wide hips, well-defined waist, small shoulders

Hourglass- Near-exact hip and shoulder measurements, thinner waistline

Inverted Triangle- Broader shoulders, narrower hips, little waist definition

Apple/Round- Broad shoulders and big bust, thin legs and hips

Many transgender women have the inverted triangle body shape due to several factors such as genetics, bone structure, and age. However, your body shape may also change over time due to a rebalancing of hormones, body fat, and even lifestyle. While you can’t change your bone structure, you can change your body definition through exercises.

Body proportion

Here is something you may find useful if you’re looking to customize your look. Body proportions are unique to every individual and play a factor on clothing and to some extent, accessories such as jewelry. For instance, you may find the skirt you bought looks either too long or short. There are a few areas where to measure your body proportions such as wrist length or neck size. But the best way to improve your dress type is by following the “golden ratio rule” of dividing your body into three:

The way this is read is you’re either one-third top, two-thirds bottom, or you’re two-thirds top, one-third bottom. Once you get more knowledge, you can go upwards even eighths! But for now, the focus is on these two outcomes.

The two-thirds top, one-third bottom words well with long dresses:

while the one-third top, two-thirds bottom works well with more casual clothing:

Body measurements

Now that we got a few problems out of our way, it’s time to figure out what measurements you have. The best way to find out is by using a mirror and a soft measuring tape for body. Measure all the crucial parts of your body, which are the waist, hips, shoulders, and bust. This will determine the type of body you have and have a better idea on what length you will need to try out your clothing of choice.

Shoe size

One thing very important about an outfit is choosing footwear. Although you can use your old Converses with your flared jeans, you’re certainly not going to use them with a ruffled dress. You’re definitely going to want heels or flats! Unfortunately, women’s shoe size are not exactly the same as men. But don’t give up! Fortunately, there are women’s size conversion charts that help you choose what shoe size you need.

To find out your measurements on your own, grab at least two blank pieces of paper, a pencil or pen, and a measuring tape. Place your foot firmly forward and carefully trace around the outer area of your foot. Repeat this with your other foot. Once finished, grab your measuring tape and measure from your highest point to your lowest on both sheets. Measure the width as well. If both feet measure close to 10.5, your women’s size is a 12. However, due to a difference in manufacturing based on shoe brand, as well as shoe type like pumps, the average recommended size is at least 2 inches above your actual size. For those living in other countries that don’t use the US measuring size, I left a chart that shows all the possible measurements you may use to convert your shoe size into women’s size.

What to wear based on body type

Since not all clothing is made for everyone, it’s time to list what is considered the “ideal” clothing choices based on body type. Note that these are opinions from my source’s authors. IMO, the pictures below each suggestion are a better opinion. Your are free to choose your type of clothing.

Rounded or apple shapes fit best with monochrome colors and make the person look more “fit”.

Pear or triangle shapes look more balanced with decorative accessories on top while keeping the bottom more plain.

Rectangle shapes tend to have more volume with a waist belt while pleated pants give more volume on hips.

Hourglass shapes look best when wearing bodycon dresses and cardigans to emphasize volume in their waistline.

Inverted triangle shapes pull off the wide leg pants and fitted top combo the best.

For a much more comprehensive guide for each body type, I highly recommend reading The Concept Wardrobe’s guides. It gives more details on what to wear and how to choose the best combinations. Link is provided here: https://theconceptwardrobe.com/search?query=body+frame

Tips on what to wear

Now that you reached this point, I’m pretty sure you’re excited to try out what your heart desires. However, before you go out and buy that two-piece dress, I recommend researching and observing the type of clothing women wear today. Believe it or not, people will judge based on your way of dressing, from background to social status to age. A simple look like bodysuit and jeans may look perfect on you and blend you in with the girls, but something like a hot pink bodycon will make you stand out, and most likely not in a good way. So how would you choose something that blends you in with society, but also be comfortable at the same time? Here are some tips and pics:

Find clothing that “feels” feminine. In other words, buy clothing that “feminizes” your body, such as tops that make your shoulders look shorter, wrap dresses that make your waistline shorter, and skirts that make your hips look wider.

Find the best colors based on skin tone and hair color. For instance, try out warm colors such as orange if your skin tone is warm.

Dress sexy, but never go too revealing. Seriously, have some respect to yourself. But if you really want to go out wearing, for example, a two-piece outfit, wear one that looks stylish and flatters your body in a great way.

Use accessories that fit and blend well with your body. Large jewelry goes well with larger frame, small jewelry fits with smaller wrist, and so forth. Don’t forget the purse! It is absolutely necessary now that you’re wearing pocketless clothing. Choose one that fits your taste and needs.

Bras and undergarments are necessary to wear now. As you further into your transition, your breasts will start growing and it will become more difficult and uncomfortable going out braless. Start out with a brassiere, then move on to a fitted bra as they become bigger over time. As for down there, I would use boy briefs as they’re similar to boxers. Although HRT will cause it to shrink, it does not make it disappear. If you must hide it, use a gaff or a tuck, but do not use chastity belts (Seriously, stay away from that unless you’re really into that thing). 

Optional: use waist shapers or corsets to slim down waist. Hip enlargement pads will also give your narrow hips and butt much needed volume. Breast forms can also give you an idea how big you want them in the future.

Fashion sense

But the most important part of choosing clothing as a trans girl is to wear whatever suits your taste.

For instance, are you more into the traditional and simple feminine aesthetic? Cottagecore may be for you:

But what if you’re the rebellious type that prefers to defy tradition? Well, maybe the alt-girl fashion is for you:

Maybe you’re the type that changes clothing based on season. So if you’re a summer-season type of girl, you’re definitely going for an outfit like this:

How about if you’re into the gym? Clearly your goal is to be like this:

Are you into business casual? There’s also a pic for that:

(The girl in the pic is also transgender! Her name is Suzi Hunter, better known as The Sphere Hunter.)

But we also can’t forget cosplay, either!:

(Cosplayer is Eden the Doll, a trans woman cosplayer! Picture belongs to Geo Leon.)

You’re probably the party type who loves some action:

Casual wear can also be tasteful and attractive too:

There’s so much to pic, but each style says a lot about what type of woman you are.

Where to buy clothing

If you’re interested in finding the right clothes for you, check out places that are especially gender-inclusive. As I’m based in the US, clothing stores such as Target are a good start while higher-end chains such as Nordstrom and Macy’s may have a better variety to choose from. If you’re a thrifty shopper, your local outlets, discount stores, and thrift shops have a surprising amount of great clothing for affordable prices. Although online sites like Amazon, Shein, and Zara have affordable and appealing clothing, many of these brands also have ethical concerns that overshadow their reputation. Dubbed “fast fashion”, they are a source of scrutiny among fashion fans and I would personally avoid them if possible. If you really need something affordable and new, I highly recommend purchasing through discount and thrift stores.

If you’re in need of safe undergarments, check out Urbody. They have clothing suitable for trans people, non-binary, and other identities, varying from binders to tucked leggings. They are founded by trans and non-binary people and use ethical practices and living wages for their workers. If you’re interested in checking their site out, here is the link to their page (I am not sponsored by them): https://urbody.co/

Conclusion

The whole point of this guide is to help you pick the proper clothing and accessories as a newly-out girl. I made this guide since there doesn’t seem to be many that are detailed. Keep in mind I’m still learning about female clothing as I am still in the first stages of transition myself. If anyone would like to add more info that is missing or provide any corrections, please reblog and add more helpful tips as it would help trans girls, trans women, non-binary, and anyone else that desires to wear affirming clothing. Please refrain from using any hurtful language if you’re doing so. Thank you and hugs!

Links to sources:

https://www.healthline.com/health/women-body-shapes#why-shape-fluctuates

https://www.thestylatude.com/post/the-most-common-body-shapes-for-women-and-how-to-find-out-yours

https://theconceptwardrobe.com/build-a-wardrobe/inverted-triangle-body-shape

https://www.thestylebouquet.com/2020/02/17/5-most-common-body-shapes-for-women/

https://dressedformyday.com/how-to-discover-your-body-proportions/

https://gabriellearruda.com/how-to-dress-better-female-body-shape/

https://m2fguide.com/how-to-pick-clothes-if-youre-transgender-or-crossdressing/

https://feminizationsecrets.com/mtf-clothing-tips/

https://www.instagram.com/p/CHBk9v0J_WO/

https://www.transgendermap.com/social/clothing-accessories/

https://apexfoot.com/shoe-sizing-chart/

https://www.glamourboutique.com/crossdresser-fashion/guide-male-female-shoe-sizes-33255#:~:text=Minimize%20the%20chance%20of%20having,11%20in%20a%20women's%20shoe

[lovrre]

V DAY<3~

Pedro Pascal x female interviewer 

Author note: I haven't posted anything in a while and I had this in my notes so i’d figure I should post it, It's valentines themed  (I know i’ts July) but it's better than nothing. Also I'm working on two fic’s right now that you should be getting soon. You can follow my tiktok account for fic edits and other stuff @lovrrefics

Warnings: none just cute interviewer x Pedro Pascal fluff

Word count: 903

Today you would be interviewing Pedro Pascal, you had interviewed him once before and the chemistry was off the charts you both couldn’t stop laughing. After the first interview, You were a little scared you’d get in trouble with your boss for not actually asking the questions. but when the video was posted people loved it, The comments were full of people shipping you two and swearing that you guys had to of known each other because the chemistry was so good. Your boss couldn’t even be mad, the video got over 5 million likes and 12 million views. The interview you were doing today was the Valentine’s Day special. so you wore an all read two piece outfit, the top was very cropped paired with slightly flared high-waisted dress pants.

“Ok, we have to be serious now” you laugh hitting away Pedro’s hand trying to contain your laughter. “Ok I’m quiet,” Pedro says

Pretending to zip his mouth and throw away the key. You adjust your mic and look into the camera before you start speaking,

“ hi I’m Y/n and In honor of Valentine’s Day I’m here with the heartthrob of the month Pedro Pascal” Pedro jokingly rolls, his eyes. you smile holding up the mic closer to your mouth. Pedro watches you as you speak a slight smile creeping onto his face as if he’s seconds away from laughing “ I like the way you pronounce my name, “Pedro Pascal”

he says smiling slightly mocking the way you said it “Did I say it right ?” you ask slightly worried you butchered it. “ yeah you did well, you did very well you’ve pronounced it better than any other interviewer” you smile “do you speak Spanish, you say my name as you speak Spanish” Pedro say his eyes on you intently “ I do, not much but a good bit”

“¿Podrías mantener una conversación en español” (Could you keep up a conversation in Spanish? ) Pedro asks his eyebrow-raising in the process. “No es muy larga pero me Basta” (Not a long one but enough). You laugh. “Ok, let me introduce the game before I get fired for not doing my job,” you say preparing to read the game cards, Pedro laughs at your comment before going quiet so you can talk. “Ok so the game is easy, I just read you scenarios and you tell me if you think they are Valentine’s Date worthy” Pedro nods and you continue “A walk through the city at night” Pedro looks like he’s gonna answer for a second but then makes a scrunched up face “ well…Is that the whole date,” he says turning to you. “ I guess” you laugh turning around the card for more information but it’s blank. “oh well no then, that sounds boring, definitely not valentines date worthy”.

He said shaking his head side to side. “ walking through the city at night can be romantic” you say switching to a new card. “As a date?” Pedro asks lifting an eyebrow. “ yeah but with me everything things romantic soo…” you say shuffling through the cards. “I’ll keep that in mind,” Pedro says quietly, a mischievous, smile spreading across his face. You roll your eyes and pull out the next card and read it “Drive through date where you eat in the parking lot” Pedro shakes his head “No, That sounds horrible - who wrote these ” he asks fake taken aback, you laugh and switch to a new card before speaking . “ you know that actually happened to me before” you say looking up from the card for a second.

“You’re lying,” Pedro says with a “No way” tone in his voice. “Nope, I went on a date with this guy and he took me to Burger King, not even McDonald’s, burger king and he had me pay. we sat in the car in awkward silence for like an hour“ Pedro looked at you in disbelief, “You paid???” He asks leaning forward as if he didn’t hear you correctly. “yes” you sigh shaking your head at the memory trying not to laugh at the thought. “I think he just wanted free food,” Pedro says with an unsteady voice before breaking into a fit of laughter that you follow him in.

“Oh my god I can’t breathe,” you say wiping a small tear from your eye you got from laughing. You take a second to breathe before you speak again “ ok I’m ready now back to the cards, a Candle Light dinner on a rooftop?” you say awaiting Pedro’s answer.

“ umm… yeah that one actually sounds valentines date worthy,” Pedro says still trying to calm down his laughter “Yeah but what if the tablecloth catches on fire from the candles,” you say jokingly awaiting his reaction. “ why are you trying to ruin my imaginary date right now,” Pedro asks turning to face you. “ because why are you taking someone else on a date when I’m right here ” you laugh switching to a New card. “ what are you talking about I’m bringing you?” Pedro says as if it was obvious. “ oh ok then we have a fire extinguisher will be ok” you say in a serious tone Pedro looks like he’s gonna laugh again but he wipes the corners of his mouth with his hand holding in his laugh.

[klaissance]

indulgent established klance long-distance boyfriends coalition paladins/BOM keith reunion event GO:

keith gets to the dinner early

he had to ask kolivan to put him on the list as one of the BOM agents going and if that dude ever laughed at anything keith would swear he was laughing at him when he uninvited somebody else to put keith on the list

it's this gorgeous bigass hall with lovely vaulted ceilings and the biggest longest table keith has ever seen

aproned aliens are in set-up mode, scurrying around setting utensils and plates and namecards and chairs all around this table

keith has his mask up and everything and he nods respectfully at some of the staff as he starts to walk the length of the table

it's been too long since he saw the team he knows that and they know it too

he knows they miss him, knows it in his bones that they miss him at least some fragment as much as he aches for them (which is so much all the time)

pidge hacked a touchpad to let it transmit through the signal jammer outfitted at the BOM base so he does get to message and call home sometimes but tbh he's not on-base very often before he's jetting off to the next crazy mission halfway across the galaxy

anyway he's in this hall scanning the namecards and letting his mind wander while he waits for the guests--but mostly his former team--to show up

he finds his own card next to kolivan's, only it just says "blade of marmora guest" anonymous and replaceable, just like usual

allura is set to be seated at the head of the table with the other important people and key speakers

keith smiles despite himself at the thought of allura pacing the halls of the castleship this past week, running through versions of speeches for anyone who will listen

the smile turns into an ache when he thinks of lance, perched on the kitchen counter, legs swinging, or draped across the lounge couch, head tipped off the edge, listening and humming appraisingly at all the right moments

turning those warm brown eyes to the ceiling and pretending to think hard on it when allura asks him if he thinks she's ready

"of course princess" he'd say, placing a hand on her shoulder and squeezing gently

"I think you were born ready"

because lance has always been good at that, at making you feel like the most capable person in the Universe

halfway down the opposite side of this grandiose table, keith finds what he hadn't known he'd been looking for: four name placards right in a row, each labeled with a name and "Paladin of Voltron"

takashi shirogane, pidge holt, hunk garrett, and lance mcclain

keith frowns sourly at the next name, some alien duke or duchess or whatever the fuck, somebody important who has just won the diplomacy dinner lottery by being offered the seat next to the blue paladin

he looks across the table from here to his own seat, looming positively miles away across and down this long ass mcfreaking table

who made this chart anyway???

keith is still grumping about it as people begin to show up and he shrinks a little into himself, scanning the room for those familiar faces, the anticipation buzzing under his skin

he's so lost in the looking that he forgets himself and gets totally ambushed by a voice right up against his ear

"Getting on just as socially as usual, I see"

he whirls ready to FIGHT but it's allura !!! and the relief and joy at seeing her in person for the first time in multiple space-months is such whiplash that he pitches straight into her open arms and holds tight

when he recovers he takes down the mask and squirms awkwardly

allura is gentle and kind, knows he hates the diplomacy part, knows he's only here because he misses all of them, one of them in particular...

they do small talk for a bit, allura growing worse and worse at hiding her amusement as keith continues to turn and stare at the door with increasing frequency

her eyes are sparkling the way they do when she gossips and she asks him point blank "so, you must be excited to see your boyfriend again"

keith's mind goes blank "n-no" yknow like a liar

she's downright snickering at him and he still can't resist scanning the room

she throws him a bone, tells him the other paladins are running late coming back from the parade but will arrive soon

keith is like coolcoolcool no doubt no doubt but really cannot stop staring at the door and feeling like he might throw up and is his hair okay he didn't really think about this before he showed up, hasn't even seen it in actually days because he's had the suit on, and the suit is DUMB what the fUcK--

they get approached by other diplomats from various coalition planets and allura turns on the schmooze

keith checks his touchpad--there are three messages from lance

"SORRY BABE RUNNIGN LATE"

"c u so SOON :3 <33333333"

"*RUNNING"

" :D "

[fangirlstuff]

hiii bestie! I saw your post about request and I had to jump in to request an austin butler x reader. They are basically married and they do the buzzard couple quiz and how austin basically wins because he knows every little detail about the reader, his newly wife🥹, and then all the fans are gushing about them on social media. like he basically knows her skincare routine, her birth chart, her workout routine snd the type of make up she shops for and like all of those super specific and detailed things she never thought he noticed 😚 I would absolutely love that If you don’t mind pls!

Hiii!!! This is my first ask ever so I’m not sure if I’m doing this right, but we’ll find that out.

Couple’s Quiz

Summary: Austin knows everything about the reader in an interview and a little fluff follows :)

Pairing: Austin Butler x f!reader (no y/n, just first person)

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: none! It’s all cute :)

AN: I watched an interview like this a while ago, with MGK and Megan Fox on GQ, so I’m using the same format. I hope that’s what you mean!! Also, there isn’t really a lot to base Austin off of, so most of this is what I think he’d be like. And just pretend that the video came out the same day. It’s a magic video.

The calendar on the fridge told me we had quite the day ahead of us. The sun was just beginning to rise, and the air was heating up, as only California could. Austin hadn’t come downstairs yet, so his mug of coffee was steaming on the countertop.

I looked again at my hand, feeling the unfamiliar weight tugging it back down to where it had been at my waist. The diamond glittered in the kitchen lights, painting little patterns on the ceiling as I moved it back and forth. Only nights ago I got this ring- a beautiful, no doubt million-dollar one. I beamed at it for the millionth time. It told me that things had only just begun, but it reminded me of the many nights Austin and I had already spent together, of the nights before those when I was hopelessly in love with a boy on screen.

But the man came down the stairs, wearing his favorite “casual” outfit of hundred dollar jeans and jewelry, but he still kept the same, priceless smile. He got fruit out of the fridge and checked the calendar. He tapped it with the back of his finger as he looked at me.

“We have our couple’s quiz.”

“Our what?” I asked. I hadn’t looked into it, and Austin did all the planning.

“With GQ?” I shook my head. “They ask us questions about each other, and we keep track with points or whatever.”

“Oh, that sounds interesting.” And it did, but I didn’t want to spend the day in another headquarters of another news company I didn’t consume for things other than work. I wanted to spend it back in the Islands, where we had our honeymoon just a day ago. I wanted my feet back in the sand, my hands in Austin’s, the ring still uncomfortable on my finger. It was peaceful there, where there weren’t cameras everywhere.

Austin hummed, breaking me from my thoughts. He set the stuff on the counter and turned to give me a hug. His arms ate me whole, swallowing him in his soft t-shirt. I smiled against his neck, just where my head reached.

“It’ll be fun, promise.” He told me. “But I know I’m gonna win.”

I backed up. “No way! I was a fan before we started dating!”

“Hmmm, maybe. But I still think I can do it.”

“Guess you’ll have to prove it, sweetheart.” I kissed his nose, and we began our day.

&@&@

People with blank faces pushed Austin and I into chairs on a set that could have resembled a room if it didn’t have two walls. The bright purple of it all burned my eyes, but I blinked it away, smiling into the camera.

We were handed large cards with questions, and we were instructed to read them to each other like we were having a conversation, like this wasn’t forced at all. So I tried my best.

The introductions were rough, but it got going soon after.

“I’ll go first,” Austin said. He was speaking to me, even though we were meant to be filming a video. “We’ll start off easy. Where did we meet?”

“That is easy. I met you first at Comic Con, four years back. Then we met again at a party.”

“You were press,” he added. I nodded, swallowing harshly as I remembered that night. He never liked press, but he almost hovered around me all night instead of being the other way around. He seemed enchanted, the party’s lights dancing in his eyes. He didn’t look away from me, and we left halfway through my favorite song to go get real food. We never really left each other after that. “You get a point.” He said. Then, “Where is my favorite place to visit?”

“The Islands.” I gave him a wink that I hoped the camera didn’t catch. He smiled. “But past that, you’ve been working daily.”

“Sadly, but it’s important.”

I wanted to tell him how important I thought his work was, but I didn’t quite think I could put that into words during an interview. But I had spent nights over the phone with him when he was stuck in Australia, just telling him how good he was doing, how important his role of The King was, and how many lives he would change, how many things he could influence.

“That’s another point. I don’t really have a favorite place. It literally says that on the card.” He showed the camera. “Okay, now, what’s my hidden talent?”

I blushed, but quickly shook it from my head, giggling. He laughed too, but he sent a worried look into the camera. “You don’t get road rage.” I said when my fit was done.

“That’s true,” he said. “I don’t know why. California drivers suck too, I just don’t think getting angry helps.” He told the audience behind the screen. I admired his skill, knowing what to say to a crowd that wasn’t there. That’s something I thought I understood, what with being in press, but I couldn’t quite do it like he could. “I’m giving you two points because I didn’t even think of it. I have here ‘guitar.’” He read.

“That’s not hidden!” I protested.

“It’s not, but I don’t want to play for anyone but you.”

I smiled at him, then remembered that I wasn’t really here for him, that it was all about them. Behind the camera. “You hear that? I get concerts you guys don’t.” I teased. I could almost feel the millions of teenage hearts break.

We went back and forth with simple questions. I got most of them right, and the ones I didn’t left me in a crisis. How did I not know his astrological sign? Or his car type? Or hardly anything about his childhood? I felt horrible about it, and if it wasn’t about to be my turn to read the cards aloud, I would have told him to tell me everything, starting from his earliest memory, to right this very second. To not leave anything out, not even what he had for breakfast one day in seventh grade.

But I read the first card aloud anyway. We could do that later.

“How many tattoos do I have? And what are they?”

“One, it’s on your ribs.” He smiled as he recited the quote perfectly. It was an excerpt from my favorite book.

“Why do I have it? That’s not on here, I just want to know if you know.” I shook the cardboard sign around.

“It made you who you are today, it changed the way you think about life.”

I sighed and threw the card onto the floor, looking into the camera as I did so. “Three points.” I told it. I looked back at Austin, who was beaming. “What’s my favorite way to decompress?”

He opened his mouth, and then closed it. Then he said, “reading, tea, a bath. You do chores too, like laundry and dishes and things.”

“Maybe I should get stressed out more often, we have lots of chores to catch up on.”

“No, I don’t want that,” He smiled. “We can do them together. Stress-free.”

“Four points.”

“You’re being lenient.”

“I am not,” I joked. “Okay, what’s my astrological sign?”

“You mean the one you just got wrong for me?”

“That’s the one,”

“You’re a Saggitarius.”

I gasped. “I think that’s true. That’s what the card says.”

“She doesn’t even know her own sign,” He told the camera.

“I don’t, it’s a crime.”

And the more questions I asked, the more his points grew. They passed mine in three questions, and he was beaming at me the whole time. He answered the questions like I was on posters everyone had in their rooms, like I was the internet star, not him. He knew things about me that I didn’t remember telling him, things that I didn’t even remember myself.

At the end of the twenty questions, he left me almost speechless. We said our goodbyes to the people in the camera and watched the red recording light turn off.

&@&@&

We got home in the late afternoon. The palm trees outside our door swayed in the breeze, painted gold with the sun. I set my bag down on the chair, where it would be forgotten until the morning, and draped myself over the outdoor couch by the pool.

I had my phone out for a second, watching Twitter notifications fill up my screen faster than I could clear them.

“They’re adorable!!! I wish I had love like theirs!!!!” And, “god, I wish I could be her.” Then, “her outfit is adorable! And they match!!!!!”

I turned it off and set it next to me.

Austin joined me, stomach down on the scratchy cushion. He closed his eyes. We both lied there, silent for a moment. The city went on around us, the sounds of cars and airplanes filling the quiet.

“You really knew all that about me?” I asked.

He nodded. “‘Course, baby.”

“Why do you remember all of it? I don’t even know half the stuff you told me about myself.” I admitted.

“Because you’re important to me.” He opened his eyes after a second. “You’re everything to me.”

I knew he had literally vowed that to me earlier this week, that it was in writing in a lockbox upstairs, but it still made my heart flutter.

“You’re my everything too, but I didn’t know most of that stuff.” I laughed.

“And that’s okay,” he assured me. “Remembering stuff is my way of showing my love. Yours is making food, it’s taking care of me. Of all that,” he nodded his head toward my phone, which kept buzzing between us. “And knowing when not to.”

He was right.

“I love you,” he said. His eyes were on mine.

“I love you too.” I kissed him lightly. “I think I love you more than I can say into a camera.” I joked.

“I get that, I don’t like talking into cameras. At least there were people back there today.”

I nodded, then closed my eyes, the silence taking back over. It was never uncomfortable with him, I never felt like I had to break it to save my relationship, and I knew it was a good thing.

Tiredness took my body over, and I fell asleep under the sun in Austin’s arms. Interviewing was exhausting, but if it made me feel as good as I did then, then I would do it over and over again.

[keyofradiance]

youve heard all about how ive hated change before, time to hear it again!

(honkai ui edition)

really just a post discussing what i like and dont like abt the ui

whys everything so sharp its soooo ugly

restructuring of the main buttons is fine (i will miss you valkyja tho) except for the little “important thing” button it feels off not being next to attack

new supply icon is much weaker

equipment to equip is a weird choice

of course the new elf button is elysia. its nice art tho

i get what theyre doing with the attack button but it looks out of place

the small buttons all look really good actually

the really transparent buttons make them feel smaller even the ones that got larger

dont like the new “click” noise. its like.. wet? i think the old one fit fine

the dark box for the notifs bar amount is super out of place

bar itself is pretty much unchanged so

ill miss the italic writing but i get why it was changed

captain lvl exp bar parts that are unfilled are really hard to see. like it goes all the way to the bp but barely looks that way

the new phone fucking sucks like its literally just a rectangle

the “new!” text is hard to read actually

text is just unnaturally small

old maxed stamina is much better

the orange notifs are abt the same

more hexagons please

the weapon being visible is pretty sick actually

MY FUCKING BRIDGE. ITS GONE. AND REPLACED WITH THE VOID RELATED TO TYPE. IM SO MAD ITS SOOOOOO FUCKING UGLY FREE ME FROM THIS GENSHIN ASS DESIGN

back and home should both have text like serious downgrade

you can click on the type the valk is and see the type chart which is super nice actually

i like the multiple indicators of type in the new character selection considering they replaced the old backgrounds

even more slants/italics killed.. so sad

smaller icons for the select is kinda annoying but i do get it

the outfit/photo/etc buttons being together out is nice

stigmata thing should be bigger its just a lot of blank space thats really ugly

clear guide/tutorial/appreciation mode buttons are really nice

i dont think shes centered anymore

the lack of crystals/coins/stamina bothers me.,you use these to upgrade/get characters why would you remove them

lack of boxes around the skills and battlesuit info is also really ugly

still doesnt seem to have easy access to gear/team plans

[klaasje]

plz share your miku essay 👀

DISCLAIMER. this was written in the throes of 2020 lockdown fever and it shows lol

THE GIRL WHO’LL LIVE FOREVER

until tonight, i didn’t know hatsune miku wasn’t real. my hazy assumption was that someone ‘played’ hatsune miku in the same way that mark ruffalo plays the hulk - i thought there was an actress out there who provided the basis for her body and voice. i was right about one of these things, but only accidentally, and remarkably wrong about the rest of it. i am writing this because a) i have literally nothing else to do and b) because i thought the rabbit hole i just fell down was really cool! cool, strange, fascinating, and also kind of sad. anyway. close your eyes and pretend it’s 2007:

yamaha’s vocaloid software is grounded in the concept of ‘voices’. there’s the VOCALOID program itself, the act of writing music that can be played by a machine, and then there are the voices you can use to synthesise it. in 2007, there were 3 voice banks available: a western voice bank named ‘sweet ann’, CV01, and CV02.

CV01 (character voice 1) was developed by crypton media as the first japanese voice bank. character voice 1, as names go, is not particularly appealing - so to increase interest in VOCALOID software and attract a userbase willing to learn it, the team behind CV01 decided to put a name and a face to the voice they’d created. it went, from what can be discerned via google, the wayback machine, and a scattering of translated interviews, something like this: hatsune miku’s voice was based on vocal samples given by saki fujita, a well-established voice actress and living human being. the voice bank itself was built by designer wataru sasuski. her physical appearance, including her iconic outfit and improbably huge aquamarine pigtails, were created by kei garou, a cartoonist and illustrator. everything else was left intentionally as a blank slate - and in the ensuing years, her cult following of fans have risen to the challenge of filling in the gaps. for better or worse.

one of the few canonical facts about hatsune miku is her age. she is, according to her creators, a sixteen year old girl from a distant future where music was forgotten. her outfit reflects this, styled in a fashion reminiscent of seifuku-style school uniforms: skirt, shirt, stockings, and a tie. i did not know there was a specific word for that until just now. anyway - hatsune miku was sixteen in 2007, and she has been sixteen ever since.

i have watched… more than a few vocaloid AMVs tonight! the oldest ones resembled a cross between second life and final fantasy 8 cutscenes - bizarre, rigid avatars performing bizarre, rigid choreography in a number of inexplicable locales, such as endless fields of wheat, a gothic cathedral, and (most memorably), a busted nuclear reactor - but eventually i reached the live recordings, which is where things graduated from funny-weird to weird-weird. the production value, compared to those early videos, was off the charts. the songs, as far as i could tell, were the same. this is often lauded as one of the most unique, inimitable facets of the ‘miku experience’ - her songs are written (and choreographed) by her fans. world is mine, one of her most popular live performances at 8 million hits, started life as one of those stilted, second life-esque animations.

so miku’s songs are written by her fans. hatsune miku, the character, the experience, the mythos - is collectively created by her fans. which begs the question: who are her fans? who created the youtube videos? who has the time, resources, and sheer dedication necessary to create AMVs for an ever-young, ever-pleasant, angel-voiced teenager, with a sylphlike body and a skin tight school uniform?

i didn’t make the connection, at first. maybe this was naive of me. while absorbing the first few miku live videos, hearing her babytalk, watching her perform - my initial assumption was that miku audiences would primarily be teenagers (and their grim-faced parents), people who could relate to miku as an aspirational ‘peer’. her dance moves, especially, led me down this route - is fortnite still big with the youth? i’m 22, i have accepted that my days as someone who knows What’s Big With The Youth are behind me, but i still hear vague echoes from time to time. fortnite dances. tiktok. hatsune miku. etc. what was i saying. oh yeah. miku dances with a camera in mind, the way a tiktok influencer dances: effervescent, front-facing, with hand gestures that beg to be imitated. the more i watched her the more i recognised the unnerving, uncanny quality emanating from the stage. i realised where i’d seen it before. we live in a remarkable age of animation: where AAA studios are creating death scenes so realistic they can provoke a trauma response in the people animating them, where a horse’s bollocks will infamously shrink when exposed to pixel snow, and where hatsune miku dances with unerring, flawless fluidity, while the gleaming stage lights fall perfectly on her virtual body. 

she looks so at home in 3-dimensional space, especially in the newest videos, it's easy to forget she isn't there. she looks real. like you could touch her. she will never, of course, be real. you will never, of course, touch her. but you can touch her in other ways. you can write songs with her voice and make her dance to them; you can manipulate the movements of her body, every minute bob of her pigtails, puppet her, propel her. is that the appeal? is that why her audiences look the way they do? i am thinking about tabula rasa and whether the miku slate was ever truly blank. it makes me sad. there’s something poignant about the intersection of humanity and technology that vocaloids represent. they were the first crossing of a border that will continue to be crossed for the rest of the 21st century. in a virtual age, with virtual bodies, what constitutes as ‘real’? where, and how, do we draw a line?

to my surprise, there is a miku song i genuinely like: ‘miku’ ft. hatsune miku, by anamanaguchi. the music video strips the avatar away and leaves the voice bare, nothing but the blood and guts of a vocaloid, synthesizers and computers in an empty recording studio - and this nakedness simultaneously dispels and intensifies my discomfort. it reminds me that the miku vocaloid is more than the sum of its parts. despite the controversy surrounding the fanbase who propeled hatsune miku to fame, there is still something undeniably compelling about this. about her. maybe it’s that animal hindbrain piping up, pricking up the hairs on the back of my neck: this is not a human voice. this is something other, something new. the lyrics do not shy from this. miku, miku, what’s it like to be you? followed by, play me, break me, make me feel like superman, you can do anything you want - and, most poignantly, you found me here inside a dream, walk through fire straight to me. fire walk with me. miku’s existence is a lynchian fever dream; and what’s more, in this song, she knows it. i’m not saying hatsune miku and laura palmer need to be compared and contrasted. but i’m also not NOT saying that. i am saying that this song, like every other miku song, is the catchiest song in the world. like it was developed in a lab to be an ear worm. i suppose, in some ways, that’s the point.

[tsururoach]

EXCUSE ME I RECENTLY DISCOVERED VOCALOIDS AND IMMEDIATELY FELL IN LOVE WITH OLIVER /p

thank you for blessing us with ur Oliver art <3 he needs more love fr. and more happy songs.

i just got here so im not sure if you've mentioned it before, but do you have a fav Oliver song? :3

I'm glad you like my art of him! I've been drawing him for 9-ish years now, but it's always nice to hear other fans of his also like my art! I don't actually talk to a lot of Oliver fans haha.

I always really really admired Dappleback/Lawlietlk's designing skill, and I had a whole presentation how much I appreciated his character design and how it lead back into why I think as a vocaloid he has one of the best designs.

Like don't get me wrong, Vocaloid (and other synths) have really good designs, just sometimes they aren't necessarily as good as Vocaloid designs y'know?

Like hear me out, I feel like the biggest appeal of vocaloid mascots is this: They can be whatever you want. Now on one hand you can argue that 'no mascot' is even Moreso freedom and should have worked better than mascot, but what's missing is the intrigue. There is a breeding ground of creativity hidden beneath restriction.

Like, often enough what people need most in order to create something is just a guideline, and for me that's what Oliver offers. Like, sometimes, too much canon is a bad thing, and people need to remember that.

The #1 selling point of Oliver's design is the intrigue his design offers. There's so much of it that once changed loses that 'space of expression.' And yet, no matter how much you are able to change, he also is able to maintain that 'constant' that lets you know that yes, that is still him, even if you change it. I don't have it anymore but it's been years, but I had a whole chart explaining it.

Over the years Oliver has gotten a lot of motifs and concepts assigned to him, that only derive from smaller aspects of his designs, for example: His bandages.

While you may argue it's not entirely unique, that is exactly the beauty of it. It's because of that so many different concepts stem from it.

One of the biggest themes correlated with Oliver is a monster/horror theme and you have the bandages to thank for it. The amount of concepts I've seen born from the sheer mystery of his bandages were so vast it's crazy. Whether it's because he's a cryptid/monster/cursed or otherwise, people are forced to make an effort to use that "why?"

And on the flip side, there is other mysteries people find from his bandages that aren't horror, they're instead going for something else: A poor waif, a vigilante, a witch, and etc. Through the simple [why], Oliver becomes limitless.

And while we're still discussing his bandages, there is elsewhere you can find beauty in his design. I know a lot of his fans are or were children when they became fans of him, and I know for a fact that some of them related to his design. It's not like he had much to go against them in thinking that-- and it's not just because of his song. For me as a child I projected onto him as a (character) as someone I could relate to. That's uh, probably why a lot of people tend to use him for horror or darker stuff. I know that some people are... unsavory, but that's why I don't really like when people hate on horror content made from him. I know a lot of people are weird about him, but it's a form of self-expression all the same.

Even aside from his bandages, his design still manages to offer intrigue. While Miku allows herself to be a blank canvas (being a mascot with very little ties, a digital idol who represents exactly that) Oliver is more like... a puzzle? Except there is no wrong answer and every time you put it together, it's always different.

There was a lot of misconceptions around his design, but Oliver was based off choirboy outfits-- not that everyone knew that. A lot of people interpreted it as a sailor outfit with nautical themes. That's why you can often see Oliver with sea-themed artworks or songs and/or if it's still around, sea-side waif depictions of him. But on the other side, there were quite a few interpretations of Oliver as a time-traveler- a noble- or hell: a literal bird boy.

Had he been given a more generic design, a more modern one, a more idol-esque version of himself, most of these interpretations of him would not exist. There would be less incentive for people to create that answer without the "why."

I don't really have a proper ranking on a more 'objective' ranking of designs as vocaloid specific mascot designs, but I feel like it's somewhat similar to... actual popularity?

Like... If i had to separate them, there's three categories in a venn diagram: Just straight up Good design (though I'd argue a lot of the other two would still fit in here), Fill-in the blank design, and blank canvas design.

I would say the OG Miku fits in all 3 categories but has been erring into just good design or her own category: too engrained into pop culture to fail.

Fukase is a good example of a Fill-in design, because he also has the classic "why" to his design. (Why is his coat like that? why does he have scars? is he human? is he a robot? Is he circus themed? Who knows?) You can see a lot of exploration of his character through that.

Vflower I feel like is primarily in the blank canvas design, because she more-so encompasses a certain fashion style and is able to attract the blank canvas of gender expression as well.

At the moment, to be honest, I can't really think of someone who only fit's in the straight up good character design but doesn't offer any mystery or fluidity, but that might just be my personality.

To be entirely clear, this venn diagram is probably closer to just a single circle instead of 3, but I'm mostly talking about which part of their design they align most with. (and the most common consensus of how to interpret them.

To be honest this is probably why I feel a bit like a Fake Oliver fan, bc I care more about his design more than his voicebank itself. (Sweats as I look at the vocaloid editor on my computer)

Man. Favorite Oliver song is tough.

Favorite Usage

I'll only be mentioning the publicly released songs using him, since it's a bit unfair if I recommend you something you either have no access to or I'm unable to find again.

To be honest I'm not a huge fan of some of Oliver's most known producers, mostly because I know they're not great people and refuse to support them. It's none of my business if you still listen to them, but I'd rather not. But, It's nice going down my old masterlist of Oliver originals.

I really like Rawbeans-P, if you ever heard her usage of Oliver, it's crazy stunning. Probably some of the best usage of him you'll ever hear.

Cat in a raincloud I know is relatively popular among my friends that I've pushed Robyn's music onto.

I feel like high up there is also Corasundae, who is honestly has a pretty refreshing (?) song-making style. I'm really not a music guy- meaning I never learnt a lot of terms properly and can't describe a lot of things to you, but I really like the general sound that corasundae uses in her works.

I think T.V.V.S is a pretty iconic song, but I'm emotionally attached to Other Side.

One of the songs I see people rarely talking about is Requiescat in Pace- I get it's probably because it's an older song, but I've always liked how it sounded and was a staple for me as a kid (and still fairly fresh into Vocaloid.) I don't think PARADIGM really released much else, but this song is sooo cool, I think about it a lot!

I'm not sure if you don't like horror, or just disappointed that it's a majority of his songs, but I don't think it's leaning too much into horror? It's really good though!

Another one of my favorite Vocaloid producers (the one I bought a keychain from as well!) is Veran Kuriensu! I found them originally from their original Lay, and it's possibly still one of my favorite Vocaloid Oliver Originals still to this day. While it's my favorite, I do know that they've improved drastically and their other works with Oliver is crazy good, but Lay has a special spot to me and makes me feel especially Nostalgic.

I've always liked how the lyrics sounded as well. I think otherwise my second favorite song from them is 星をあつめに. It's really good I Promise. Please please do give their stuff a chance!!

I feel like another producer I'd recommend for similar reasons to Rawbeans-P is Baggagelizard. He's always forever been kind of a legend to me! He's a super cool guy, and he has really good usage of Oliver's voicebank as well. One of my favorite songs he's done is Song for the forgotten, which was even my Oliver Collab piece back in like... 2016? That's honestly a bit crazy to me seeing how long it's been.

Baggagelizard tends to have such a special sound to the music he makes, I think it's kind of... a morose wistfulness? If you're into this one, I genuinely hope you check out his other works as well!

Actually I'm adding this one, because I really like the atmosphere of it! It's called Tavern and it's a really fun song using Big Al, Oliver, and Kaito and I think it's such a fun song! Apparently other Oliver fans I've recommended it said it wasn't their cup of tea though (′д｀σ)σ.

OH and how could I forget: Childhood Bye-Bye is honestly borderline a classic for me! I think it's a really iconic song, but it always surprises me that it's not as popular as I think it is. The producers other works are also really good!

Oooh, another Producer I can recommend is Compasscat! They use Uni, SeeU, and sometimes Oliver (maybe other vocaloids but I'm actually writing this in class (lol). You should try checking them out! I think I enjoyed it but I've been told the things I like are... different from how other people like things.

Actually, on the thought of not-so dark songs using Oliver, I hardly see any Oliver fans (or Yohioloid) fans talking about Yellow Card. I hadn't listened to it for years, but I still think it's pretty fun to this day, you could try checking it out if you feel like it. While we're at it, I'll add a bunch of special mentions for songs I knew were fairly liked enough when I was deeper into vocaloid but never see people talk about anymore as well. To be honest, I'd have a lot more to add to this list, but a lot of Oliver Originals I really liked are deleted or missing.... I understand it's at the producer's own discretion, but it's a little sad.

Unfortunately, A lot of the Bilibili/Niconico songs that I really liked were deleted or really really hard to access/find, but I'll reblog if I find them again.

[himbowithapen]

Monsterfucktober - Day 8, Alien

When they woke up, they were strapped to a slab.

            Riley felt dizzy and unfocused. Last they remembered, they were walking home alone at night, when a bright light appeared from above. It was blinding, and the world around them was lost to the brightness. Then, after that, everything was a blank.

            The room they were in now was also bright, only this time they could actually see. The wall to one side of the only visible door was covered with screens, and the other side as lined with rows of instruments they didn’t recognise; which was worrying, as they’d been in hospitals many a time and very little of the tools across the room were even vaguely familiar to the usual arsenal that they were prodded and examined with. The screens were more recognisable: there was a heart monitor, blood pressure, something they believed to be brain activity. Then there were other things; charts displaying values they didn’t recognise, a bar chart with several low values which never passed a quarter of the scale, and a camera feed. They glanced around, looking for the input, and found it hanging from the ceiling, tilted to one side. It was different to most cameras they’d seen, and was more akin to a crappy, circular console camera from the 90’s.

            Just as their awareness of the room became acute enough for panic to set in, the door opened. It was very mechanical, sliding into the wall in one quick motion. Someone stepped through the empty frame and Riley’s panic turned to terror.

            It stood on four legs, with just as many arms, all dressed in a sleek, grey outfit. Thin gloves covered each of its hands, and its feet were padded in a matte, plastic-like material. It wore a large mask and goggles around its face: the only exposed skin on its entire body was the top of its bald head, and its impossibly slender neck. Riley saw themselves reflected in the visor of its goggles, and realised they had been stripped.

            “What do you want from me?” they asked, trembling against their restraints.

            The creature paid them no attention, and instead tapped a blank screen. A hologram appeared; a circle cut up into equally-small sections. It tapped its surface like keys on a keyboard, and one by one the screens began to change. Riley didn’t recognise a single symbol, and came to one conclusion: they’d been abducted by an alien. Their heart rate shot up as the true scale of their panic set in, and one more they struggled more against the cuffs around their wrists and ankles. They were squishy, yet the more they pushed, the more force pushed back against them. They tried to wriggle free, but the material stuck around their skin like glue: there was no slipping an arm free, nor a leg.

            “Let me go!” They shouted to the thing, the alien. Still, it paid them little attention. Rather, it grabbed something from the wall of instruments: a syringe. It approached them and injected them through their arm. The room turned hazy once more, and Riley fell silent and groggy. The alien adjusted the camera to face them, and tapped the circle a few more times. Then, Riley saw their naked form appear on the feed in front of them. They could see how helpless they looked, exposed on the slab; it felt hot to see themselves like that.

            The alien quickly swivelled its head to check on them, then said something in a strange language before turning back to the screens. Riley looked too, and saw that one of the scales on the bar chart had risen above the threshold. The alien was paying close attention to it, muttering to itself and glancing back every so often to check on them. Is something wrong? was what they wanted to say, but they felt weak, unable to speak.

Several minutes of silence passed. Riley knew they should be panicking, but couldn’t find it in themselves to struggle any longer. Whatever they’d been injected with, they reckoned it was a sedative, or at least a muscle relaxant. They could think and feel just fine, but movement was another question altogether. They weren’t numb, or fuzzy; their body simply just wasn’t responding.

            The alien looked over again, and Riley tried to figure out why. It seemed as if it knew when their eyes fell on the camera feed. And every time it looked at them, their eyes darted back to an empty space. It approached this time, clasping their head in its six-fingered hand and inspecting their cheeks. Oh God, it knows I’m blushing. Through the rubbery glove, they could feel long, slender digits guiding their face wherever it desired. It pressed a cold tool against their face, and as the shock kicked in, they saw their heart rate go up on the monitor.

            It spoke, not to them but to itself, in that strange language. It poked the tool more and more, checking it after each prod, and completely ignored their reactions each time. When it seemed satisfied, it put the tool down and returned to the monitors. Riley looked once again at themselves on the feed: their face was red, flushed more than they’d ever seen before. They went undisturbed for well over a minute, and their gaze became fixated on their nude body. They wanted to reach down, to touch themselves while staring at their live image, but still their attempts to move ended with the thought of doing so. Instead, they continued to lie still against the slab, wishing they could deal with that growing urge to deal with themselves.

            The alien was, again, checking the monitors, particularly the unsteady bar chart: there was one value that kept rising and falling, and even Riley couldn’t pin what it was. The alien approached once more, now with some two-pronged tool. It stood to one side of the slab and touched their body with both ends. They squirmed: the first movement they’d made in minutes, and it was fully involuntary. The alien backed away quickly, head trained on their body. Slowly, it approached again, this time placing the rods on their chest. Riley’s body didn’t move, but the cold metal so close to their nipples only made them more turned on. The scales jumped upon contact, and several of the monitors’ charts were changing by the moment. The alien turned to check on them momentarily, before putting its focus back on Riley. Its hand went around their throat while it adjusted the tool, and they watched as the mysterious value on the bar chart skyrocketed. In that moment, they felt excited beyond belief, and they finally realised what it was. It’s measuring how turned on I am.

            The alien seemed shocked by the reading, and focused on the use of the tool. While that wasn’t what truly turned Riley on, its grasp around their throat grew harder, and they had the grip just right. The meter went above the half-way point, and Riley wondered how they looked in that moment. Their eyes darted to the camera feed; their heart skipped a beat. They were positively glowing, not in an odd way, but in the way people tend to look when they’re enjoying themselves more than they’d like to admit. Their expression was one of a desperate, helpless person, and it made them wish the alien investigated lower than their chest.

            As if it had heard their thoughts, the alien let go of their throat, and the tool moved below their chest, and over their midsection. As it neared their genitals, their breaths grew more intense, and their turned-on-o-meter rose near the three-quarter mark. Please reach lower. Please reach lower. Their eyes were fixed on its gloved hand, desperate to thrust their hips just slightly and provoke the alien into feeling them up. But no. The tool went just shy of where they wanted it, then the alien pulled away, and Riley’s desperation for some contact grew into a need. They would do anything if it just meant they could get even a minute of sensual touch, or even aggressive. They didn’t care.

Every time they thought he urge would fade away, the alien returned with a new instrument to torture them with. Nothing hurt, save for the brief smacks of leathery material against their skin. They weren’t sure what it was for, but with every smack they wanted another, yearning for the minutes to pass before the alien decided it was time for another test.

            With each new test the alien would give them brief attention, use another tool on them, then leave them to stare once more at their naked self. Their torso was covered in red marks, from just above their heart down to the middle of their waist. The feeling was slowly returning to their body, but they didn’t dare move; they thought that maybe, if they were good, the alien would reward their compliance.

            The hard part was keeping still while it probed them. So far, it was all external, but they could see it moving across the wall, trying and testing different instruments on them from left to right. The machines on the right, which they often stared at longingly, were much more probe-y, the type they hoped would be stuck inside them and used where they wanted the most. While the alien’s back was turned, they licked their lips in anticipation, trying to keep patient until they got to the good bit. While checking themselves out on the monitor, they noticed a bead of sweat on their neck. They swallowed, and the bead started moving down the centre of their chest, slowly edging its way further and further down their body. It passed over a mark, where the alien had struck them in a previous test, and they whimpered slightly, biting their lip to keep quiet.

            The alien turned and brought out the next piece of equipment: a stick, shaped quite similarly to something Riley recognised from Earth: a magic wand vibrator. They’d never felt one before, but had seen plenty of videos of them being used. In their chest, they felt their heart thump with desperation. Use it on me. Fucking use it. The alien drew near, then reached down below the slab. It pulled a nozzle out, and Riley had only one thought: fuck yes, suction. It put the nozzle to their stomach and flipped a switch on the tube. Riley screwed their eyes shut in anticipation, but then gasped as they felt it: cold goo pouring over their body. Their eyes shot open and they looked down, then to the mirror. They were a sweaty mess, and the goo from the nozzle was dripping down their waist, right over the groin, and then down their thighs. Their legs quivered with each dribble of goo further down, and almost automatically their hips began to push outwards.

            The alien took notice, and pressed the wand down on their wet body. Riley went to moan, but found themselves voiceless still. Their eyes went to the creature, frustration and yearning built up into a glare that made it stagger the moment it looked up at their face. The wand went away, and their expression turned upset, dissatisfied. “Please.” Their hips swayed, trying to get the alien’s attention while they looked at it desperately. Finally, it had caught on.

            It held onto their leg and placed the wand, very gently, against their genitals. Feeling exploded through their body, and they found their voice at last, letting out a loud “YES!”, accompanied by a moan. Their meter shot up to the top of the screen, and their camera-self looked sexier than ever; grinding against the slight pressure of the wand while glistening in the light of the room. The alien, acknowledging their desire for more, applied more pressure, and their moans became even louder. Their hands balled into empty fists, their toes curled, and their entire body shook from the pleasure they were feeling. “Yes! Yes! YES! More! Do it more!” they yelled. They could feel it, they were so close to an orgasm, a great one. Moments away from cumming. Their reflection looked so hot, so desperate, so ready—

The alien pulled back, picking up a device by the screens and speaking into it. Riley shook around, begging for just one last touch of the wand, but then two more similarly-dressed creatures shot through the doorway. They both carried sedatives, and went directly to the slab before injecting them. One went for the neck, and the other into their gooey thigh. When the alien brushed by their genitals, and the needle pierced their skin, that was it. They felt it start. They were cumming, hard. They went to let out a moan, to feel the euphoria of the best orgasm they’d ever felt. But then something overcame them, a wave of tiredness. NOOOOO! NO NO No no no no no no…

Riley woke up in bed. It was 4am. They’d just had the best dream, and were disappointed to find they were back home.

            Their body ached; they felt empty, drained. Everything was spinning, and they weren’t sure what was going on.

            A light flashed outside their room, through the curtains. Excitedly, they dashed to it to look through; they couldn’t remember why, but they felt compelled to check. But it was nothing, just the headlights of a passing car.

            They returned to bed, and started to masturbate. But no matter how much they tried, nothing felt close to that dream they couldn’t quite remember.

[bioluminosity]

Forgive me, I'm here to bother you once more. What kind of headcanons do you have about the Lil' Witties' head markings?

ahh u got me. i made a chart about this (and other general outfit/culture/anatomy things floating in my head for too long) after the other messages (since writing things down helped A LOT, lol who knew).

For the most part, I see them as markers for individuality (like thumbprints) in a species that may have had....looser concepts of such, or not hold it in the same regard as we do in the sense that we have private thoughts and personal goals. In my au, i wrote a forehead mark to be something that develops and darkens over time, and is imprinted from the "mother" (we can say this is genetic or a psychosomatic thing, maybe akin to choosing a name with familial meaning). this could be woven to say that the shape of the Witness' is an "average" one - as in, an average or mean of collected data, a blank slate, or that it has a particular meaning relating to their(species') goal and philosophy about the final shape and was chosen collectively (in the au, it was chosen under different circumstances and carried over).

Here I outlined possible types of markings that could form symmetrically. I haven't entertained asymmetrical markings since symmetry itself seems thematically important for light and dark, especially so to their ideas of order [except for 1 thing in particular that is technically in the au but is more involved one of my fics -- so I'll leave it out. iykyk.]

regardless, though, it's just fun to draw different squigglies on them. maybe they never had any markings to begin with and it's just some sort of side effect of the Veil; maybe it's some kind of tattoo that one individual had (er, conductor, would be the proper term, but that's a whole other thing), or other sort of clothing/headdress allusion that got lost in the magical girl transformation.

[foryoupeko]

loved your art but that remnant ship circle thing you posted on twitter was such an awful take i'm gonna take my leave 🫶🏻

Okay. I think a lot of ppl have the same feeling "Love the art, please stop drawing [blank]". Do me a favor tho. Don't do this to other accounts. Just unfollow and block. I think if I was younger, this asks would've fucked with me and made me scared to post opinions.

I did that on remnant shipping chart on impulse and I don't even remember what I put there. I think I put Remnant Hiyoko and Ibuki would be friends with benefits? I dunno, I just think it's funny Remnant Ibuki wears a kimono to match Hiyoko. And WE ALL KNOW she should've had the most punk post apocalypse outfit.

[additional-alignment-charts]

Draw your character in different types of neck ties! (Higher Res) The silhouettes are examples, but if there's another version of each tie you like better, go for it!

[tomboyjessie13-artblog]

This is what I have been working on for the last few days, it would've been done yesterday but I delayed it because of distractions, my sickness, and playing the Sims on my uncle's PlayStation.

Anyways, I wanted to make a fashion chart for Eris Raitt because I felt like it, it's not much but that's because she's more of a secondary villain than a primary one, even then that doesn't mean she doesn't deserve some good drip.

- Main outfit: What she mostly wears in her arc, her outfit mostly consists of a zipper dress, six arm bands, thigh high boots, biker gloves, spiked bracelet, chained choker, and a trench coat, all made of leather. And is complimented by three golden bracelets, ankh shaped earrings, fishnet stockings, and gold and black makeup that shapes the eye of Ra. Basically, she sort of looks like an 80's biker/goth chick.

- Pajamas: There's isn't much to this one, just a button-down night shirt that covers her arms and torso and doesn't wear makeup and jewelry, I'll leave her bottoms up to your guys' imaginations. 

- Evening wear: A sexy black dress and golden jewelry that she would wear during her night outs, either with DIO or with the other women working for him. She wears her leather jacket when it cold out though so don't worry.

- DIO's Food: Forgive me for the dehumanizing title, but this is what DIO refers to his women in his harem, being treated like cattle to keep a Vampire well fed. This is also what Eris wore when she met DIO and how she became one of his favorite lovers and servants after awakening her Stand. As you can tell by the age, she's been serving him longer than my other OC Medea King.

OC belongs to me Base belongs to Rainfall-Bases Blank base here: BASE 272 - girl with no boots by Rainfall-Bases on DeviantArt

[herearedragons]

i don't know your inquisitor so giving a broader option list for the dai codex prompts - 3, 6, or 11?

DAI Codex Prompts

I ended up combining two of those!

3. writing found in your OC’s trash can + 11. slander written about your OC

(These pages have been confiscated from an “independent investigator” visiting Skyhold. Upon questioning, the investigator - at first assumed to be a Venatori spy - admitted that the purpose of his visit was to collect material for a publication about the Inquisitor.)

…those of us who were impressed, perhaps even captivated, by the Inquisitor’s performance at the Winter Palace are in for a heartbreaking revelation.

The display of intelligence and humanity, I found out, was no more than a ruse. Every word of conversation was scripted, every gesture pre-planned - and not by Inquisitor Adaar himself, but by a circle of well-equipped individuals dedicated to maintaining a respectable image for the Inquisition’s puppet leader. In reality, the Inquisitor is unable to uphold the simplest of conversations without the guidance of his advisors, and even struggles with the Trade tongue.

While unfortunate, this discovery does explain how a half-Qunari mercenary was able to charm his way through the Orlesian court - and, perhaps, explains why I have not been able to gain an audience with the Inquisitor during my stay in Skyhold.

I was, however, able to have a conversation with several members of the Inquisition, all of whom wished to remain unnamed out of fear for their well-being. For, indeed, in addition to struggling with communication, the Inquisitor is prone to sudden fits of rage…

(The rest of the document continues in a similar manner. At the end of it, in a different hand and a different color of ink, a note is written: “Interviews mostly fake. Found the guy from the only real one. Do you want him? - Weaver”)

(The last page in the collection is extremely crumpled and, once again, bears different handwriting. The investigator admitted to bribing a member of Skyhold’s staff to gain access to the Inquisitor’s trashcan, from which he retrieved this piece of paper. It seems to be the base for his entire work.)

WINTER PALACE BATTLE PLAN

Commit to memory, use to navigate conversations during the ball.

Thank the Maker for Josephine.

(A flow chart of conversation beats follows, describing when and how to change the subject, ask questions, and end a conversation appropriately, all while taking into account the other person’s title, age, marital status and current outfit.)

(Underneath it, a list of phrase templates is meticulously written out, with parts of the sentences left blank to be filled in as necessary.)

“A bold choice of [prominent outfit element]”. I hate this

“My apologies, I’ve already promised a [dance/conversation] to someone else.” (can be a lie)

“This reminds me of [title] [name]’s words. [compliment the person being quoted but imply that you disagree with their opinion]” How in the Void do you compliment and disagree at the same time

(More examples follow, many of which have comments written next to them in small letters and then crossed out. Most of the comments seem to be expressing frustration.)

[theworldwalkerswols]

Kyler’s extended WoL Inspo chart, blank here~

Image Description / Contents:

WoL ^and canon! Inspo Chart for Kyler Drake (an elf with pale grey skin, messy black hair, and red eyes. He leans his elbows on his knees and looks intensely, askance, at the camera)

Kyler’s six inspos, in no particular order:

Sheik (LoZ, Red outfit variant from SSBM), Etienne Navarre (Ladyhawke [1985]), Gabriel Van Helsing (Van Helsing [2004]), Strider (LotR), Jason Bourne (The Bourne Identity [2002]), Selene (Underworld [2003])

Kyler’s six visual inspirations/motifs:

Major Arcana XII, The Hanged Man; a snare of living thorns; two daggers stuck into the earth; a rusted keyplate on a wooden door, a lock; a forest at night

Kyler’s featured Lyrics:

Run fast for your mother, run fast for your father / run for your children, for your sisters and brothers / leave all you love and your longing behind / you can't carry it with you if you want to survive

"Dog Days," by Florence+The Machine

Lend me your hand and we'll conquer them all / but lend me your heart and I'll just let you fall / lend me your eyes, can change what you see / but your soul you must keep totally free

"Awake My Soul," by Mumford and Sons

In the ink of an eye I saw you bleed / through the thunder I could hear you scream / solid to the air I breathe / open-eyed and fast asleep / falling softly as the rain / no footsteps ringing in your ears / ragged down worn to the skin / warrior raging, have no fear

"Secure Yourself," by the Indigo Girls

End Image Description

[toshima-division]

"Expect the best; prepare for the worst."

Introduction

Lillian Rees is the third and final member of the Toshima Division rap group, Inner Circle. She is often called by her MC name, ISIS. The only child to a prestigious family in Great Britain, this young woman abandoned her birthright after she became tired of trying to please her overbearing mother. She now works for Chuohku, planning to put her skills to better the world for everyone's sake.

Lillian is a British woman hailing from London. She is a fair-skinned woman with blue eyes and light red hair that goes down to the top of her back. She is in her early-to-mid 20s, and has a good appearance, though she pays little attention to such things. She has a B-sized chest with short hips, and a slim waist.

Attire-wise, Lillian always tries to dress professionally, no matter the situation. She wears a black dress shirt with a light blue suit jacket over it. She has on a long black business skirt with block stockings on underneath. On her feet, she wears a pair of black Mary Jane shoes. She also has a Chuohku brand on the top of her left hand, and a silver dog tag necklace around her neck. Lastly, to complete her outfit, she wears a green beret on her head.

Name Meanings

Lillian - lily, purity

Rees - ardent, fiery

Aliases

"Fastest Typer in the World"

Lillian-san - Kaori

Ada Lovelace - Mei

"LeAnn Chambers"

Biographical Info

Gender - Female

Age - 26

Birthday - Jan 30th

Ethnicity - British

Hair Color - Fiery Red

Eye Color - Blue

Height - 163 cm/5'4"

Weight - 52 kg/114 lb.

Star Sign - Aquarius

Piercings - N/A

Markings - The brand of Chuohku on her left hand.

Family

Biological Mother

Biological Father, Unknown

Voiced By - Emeli Sandé (Singing)

Fun Facts

MC Name - ISIS

Occupation - Computer Specialist/Chuohku Official

Division - Toshima

Team - Inner Circle

Position - Third Member

Favorite Food - Cottage Pie

Least Favorite Food - Blue Cheese

Likes - Computers, information warfare, hot tea, English breakfast, hot showers, newspapers, writing down her thoughts, beautiful scenery

Dislikes - Her mother, foolishness, bad information, foul ups, politics, viruses, cigarette smoke, hot climates

Hypnosis Microphone

Lillian's Microphone is a black-wired headset and earpiece that is connected to a handheld computer that she holds in her right hand.

Her Speaker takes the form of six computer monitors. Five of them are in a circle, while the sixth one is in the middle of it. At first, the monitors display a blank screen. When Lillian begins rapping, however, the monitors turn on, displaying a speaker in each, except the one in the middle, which displays the group's logo.

Her rap ability, Scan, has Lillian using her computer to scan one of her opponents, allowing her to look up any available information on them, such as their weaknesses, providing her and her team an advantage. However, she can only use this on one opponent.

Lillian's rap themes revolve around logic and reasoning. She often uses large words to convey what she is explaining. She often sings and raps about politics and the meaninglessness behind it. Besides that, she often sings about her mother and how sorry she is that she can't be what she wants her to be.

Personality

To say that Lillian is an analytical and tactical person would be putting it lightly. As a former major in the British army, this young woman makes plans for almost everything, no matter how minute it may be. She always considers the consequences of each action she makes and how it will affect her and those around her in the long run. She almost always does things by a timesheet, and likes to have charts and timetables for every plan and action that comes her way.

Because of her critical way of thinking, Lillian dislikes emotional drama or issues that do not concern her in anyway. She is a very straightforward woman, and as such, she can come across as being very insensitive. She often says things without considering how it affects others, and doesn't spare another's feelings. However, she doesn't act this way because she means too. It is simply due to the fact that she was raised by her tyrannical mother that the young British woman forgets about the aspects of human life.

Despite her insensitivity, Lillian is a good woman to befriend. Her heart is in the right place and she is good to the people she manages to befriend. And with every insult or insensitive word that comes out of her mouth, she quickly mends with either good advice, or a suggestion to make it better. And at any rate, she was hired by Chuohku more for her IQ than her EQ.

Background

LeAnn Chambers was born in London, England as the sole child of a baroness and a male escort whom she was madly in love with. Unfortunately, her father-to-be held no real feelings for his mistress, and fled to be with a woman who truly loved him. Upset and embarrassed by this, LeAnn's mother directed her anger and scorn to her own daughter, whom she saw as the byproduct of the man who impregnated her.

From an early age, the young girl never experienced a 'mother's love'. Smart and intellectual, LeAnn excelled in everything she achieved that was both mental and academic. Unfortunately, no matter what she did, it was never enough for her mother, who was quick to berate or find another reason to insult her, no matter what she did. Eventually, tensions rose between the two as the young girl grew older, with the two having a heated argument and her mother denouncing LeAnn as her daughter, which suited her just fine.

Leaving the family household, LeAnn made the decision to join the British army, where she was lauded due to her impressive intellect, but was also reprimanded due to her penchant for disobeying orders that made little sense. Eventually, she was promoted to Major, which was a great honor for her. A couple of weeks after her promotion however, she was contacted in secret by ██████, who offered the chance to join a like-minded group of individuals, which she be put in charge of. Needless to say, the woman accepted.

It was there that she met Yeong "Cain" Hajoon, the former heir to the Cain family in Korea. Though she was, at first, put off his lackadaisical personality, she had to admit that he could be quite serious and smart when the situation calls for it. After she ██████████████████, Yeong helped her out and in return, she promised him a date to return the favor. Unfortunately, that date would never come to pass.

A month or so afterwards, LeAnn, for some reason or another, ██████████████████, and disappeared. Half a year later, she reappeared, donning the name Lillian Rees and serving the Japanese government known as Chuohku, and is now part of the Toshima Division group, Inner Circle. Her reasons for this are unknown and all contact with her has been cut off. Has she betrayed ██████ and Great Britain? Or is there something more going on here? Only time will tell...

Trivia

She is ambidextrous, learning how to write with both of her hands.

She holds great respect for many British women. Her favorite is Ada Lovelace, the first computer programmer (She doesn't take offense when Mei calls her this).

She currently holds the record for, 'Fastest Typer in the World', being able to type 216 WPM (words per minute).

Though she hides it, she has a secret love for sci-fi anime; particularly, ones about 'giant robots.'