#so i think my silhouette in this outfit would be better if i cropped the shirt

[powerofelvis]

𝐀 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐲

Pairing: Elvis Presley x f!reader

Summary: You are growing tired of Elvis ignoring you for his friends and when he invites you over to enjoy his new pool, you decide that he needed to be taught some manners.

Word Count: 2.3K

Warnings: a hint of angst, sub!elvis, smut, handjob (m. receiving), edging, and a little fluff towards the end

A/N: This fic is long overdue. I was supposed to post this months ago, but my lack of motivation wouldn’t allow me to do so. This was an idea that was talked about in a discord that I’m in and I was basically given this idea by @loving-elvis, @samfangirls, & @elvissbabygirl. Y’all, I’m sorry that it has taken me this long to get this out but better late than never, right?

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The summer breeze felt good on your skin. In fact, you felt as if you could bathe in it as you lounged around in the new pool that Elvis had. Memphis was always so hot during the peak of Summer, but for some reason, you couldn’t have been bothered with the heat. So, when Elvis told his friends that he got a new pool at his house, you couldn’t hear the end of it from him when he practically begs you to come along. 

“You don’t think I have anythin’ better to do other than watch your airhead friends dunk you in a pool?” 

“Aw c’mon Y/N, ‘m not askin’ ya if I ain’t wan’ ya around,” His blue eyes were convincing, a little too convincing but you never told him ‘no’ before. 

As you sat in the lounge chair while his friends were splashing around the pool, you'd have yet to see him. Sure, his darling mama came out a few times, refreshing beverages on a tray in her hands. She even had to fight you off a couple of times because you couldn’t shake the urge to come inside, pleading with her that you could help her with anything that she needed. You were hot— increasingly burning up with anxiety as you kept your sunglasses over your eyes. 

But from the hoots and hollers from his friends, you found yourself having a reason to be anxious. As he opens the sliding door and meanders out, your eyes linger to his stature.  The crop-top that seemed to dawn him so well and the black swim trunks that show off his tall frame. He wrapped his swimming outfit together with that captain’s hat that he seemed so obsessed with lately, a cigar perched in between his lips as his goofy smile caught the attention of everyone that was around. 

You wish you didn’t stare, but you couldn’t take your eyes off of him as he rounded the pool, conversing with his friends. He didn’t even spare you a glance as he hopped in, wanting to get a couple of rounds of chicken out of the way before the competitive streaks would kick in. You tried to be unnoticeable, but you couldn’t ever escape from his stormy blues as he turned his head towards your silhouette. 

“And why ain’t ya in here with me, Y/N?” 

His booming voice could almost put the fear of God into you, but you weren’t scared. You were peeved, peeved that he invited you over only to focus on his friends, peeved that he told his mama not to let you inside of the house, and peeved that he looked so damn good that it was almost difficult to ignore. You couldn’t find the words to answer him, puckering your lips as if you had sucked on a lemon as your eyes looked him over. 

“Y/N? I know ya ain’t deaf, you hear me?” He was now in front of you, waving his wet hand in front of your face. 

“I heard you, Elvis. I just don’t have an answer for you,” 

You could see the storm brewing in his mind. He was still the head of the roost regardless if you were a part of his circle or not. However, he didn’t know it just yet but you weren’t about to let him get away with showing off in front of his friends. So in that moment, you decided that you wanted to give Elvis a taste of his own medicine. You managed to shiver off your cover-up, laying back on the pool’s sun bed, completely unphased that multiple eyes were on you now. 

Elvis’ stormy blues narrowed in your direction as you stepped into the pool. The look of his friends were enough to push him into the deep end, his grumbles heard by those around him as he splashed water at his friends in response to the whistles and howls that left their lips. “Shut your traps, ya sons a bitches,” 

You, on the other hand, were enjoying the attention that you were getting. While it seemed as if you were looking for a reaction from his friends, you were really thrilled that Elvis was finally paying attention to you. After all, you were there for him, not his bonehead friends. 

As you floated across the cool water with your sunglasses perched on the bridge of your nose, you could feel his piercing gaze following your every move. Elvis couldn’t believe you, prancing around like you were a single woman. You belonged to him and he was going to show you right here and now. As he sat in the middle of the pool boiling with anger so much so, it seemed as if the crystal clear water would evaporate from the anger radiating from him. 

“Hot damn, Elvis. Your girl is one hot tamale,” His head snapped over to look at Red, who was nearly drooling from the mouth. 

That did it. 

Elvis swam over to you in under a second, gripping your arm and nearly knocking you breathless. You didn’t have time to retort a reply as he tugged you across the pool and towards the stairs. You were in for it now and you knew it. He didn’t spare you an explanation as he tugged you past your cover-up and your other belongings before pushing the sliding door open to his house. 

He didn’t say a word then and he wouldn’t say a word until you were standing inside of his bedroom, the sound of a door slamming bringing you out of your thoughts. “What in the hell is wrong with ya?! Have you lost your goddamn mind, Y/N?” 

You crossed your arms as your eyebrow rose, clearly not surprised that he was losing his head over his friends’ attention towards you. However, you knew there was something else at play. You stepped a little closer to him, eyes narrowed as you whispered out towards him. 

“So, now you know that I’m here, huh? I thought maybe you forgot that you invited me over because all you did while I was out there was play childish games with your friends,” You spoke firmly as you shifted from one foot to the other. 

“Oh, stop your whinin’, Little. It’s my house. I have’ta entertain my guests whether you like it or not,” he spoke with a tense tone in his voice. 

“It’s not about you entertaining your guests. It’s about inviting me here and pretending like I don’t exist. And what was that all about not letting me in the house? You’ve never done that before,” you couldn’t help but to question his motives. 

He didn’t answer you. In fact, he pretended like he didn’t even hear your question. “I ain’t pretendin’ like ya don’t exist, Little. What are ya goin’ on ‘bout?!” 

You stood in silence as you weighed your options. You weren’t about to let him get the upper hand over you, not now or ever. You stepped closer to him as he took a few steps back, the look of anger on your face was enough to shake him to his core. You extended your arms out, pushing him down on his bed and before he could ask you what you were doing, you climbed on top of him. 

“What I’m goin’ on about is the fact that you’ve been acting like a goddamn brat and it’s about time someone taught you some manners,” You spat as you took his hands, pinning them back on the bed. 

Elvis’ eyes widened slightly, but you weren’t bluffing. You were growing tired of him treating you as if you were a second choice and now, you were going to show him that you weren’t standing for it any longer. You released his arms, sitting up on his lap. You searched the room for something you could use to tie his hands, opting for something you never thought would come in handy: your swimsuit top. 

You reached behind your back to untie the material from your body, swiftly pulling it off before you grabbed ahold of his wrists. You tied them together with the wet top, pressing his arms up above his head once again. “You’re not allowed to touch me, until I say so,” 

His look of confusion turned into excitement as his eyes lingered over your breasts that were sitting prettily in his face. “Goddamn, Little. If I knew you would act like this, I woulda pretended ya didn’t exist earlier,” 

You placed your finger over his lips to quiet him down, climbing off of his lap before you discarded his swim trunks. You tossed them across the room, the material hitting the ground in a wet splat. A moan escaped your lips as you crawled back onto the bed, your hands running up his legs softly before your hand squeezed his hip. 

Elvis released a groan from his throat, his hooded eyes watching your every move. Your hand wrapped around his cock, retracting his foreskin to reveal his oozing tip. You didn’t have to say a word as Elvis groaned from the sensitivity that you were giving him. Your hand slowly stroked his cock, taking note of every moan and every twitch of his body. 

“Yittle,” His voice whined as your thumb ran across the slit of his cock, smearing his slick around the tip. 

You didn’t respond, only continuing flicking your wrist along the base of him. You squeezed him firmly, watching in awe as his foreskin pulled back and forth like a little game of peek-a-boo. You ignored the burn of your arm as your hand increased the pace as you continued jerking his cock. His moans filled the room, exciting you beyond comparison. 

“Oh, goddamn…mmh,” His deep voice caught your attention as you kept your eyes narrowed on him. “Jus’ like that, yittle. I swear to God, ‘m not gon’ last,” 

But with your next choice of words, he would soon be proven wrong. “Oh, you’re gonna last as long as I want you to.” 

He laughed softly, thinking that you were talking out of your ass. He focused on chasing his orgasm, his hips bucking forward as your hand moved swiftly on his cock. He was oozing more and more now, his slick dripping down the side of his cock, adding to the slippage that you needed to continue jerking his cock. 

You could tell that he was close, his balls jumping slightly as his moans grew in pitch. “Ah God, ‘m ‘bout to burst, honey,” He warned you and he would soon learn that it was his greatest mistake in doing so. 

Your hand released its grip around his cock, his eyes snapping open as he realized that you had stopped him from reaching his release. You smirked down at him, his face flushed as a pathetic mewl passed his lips. “I did warn you, did I not?” 

Elvis struggled against his restraints, hips bucking up against the air in an attempt of some friction but he wasn’t getting it, at least not now. You wrapped your hand around him once again, slowly stroking him. You spent the next ten minutes edging him. 

Each time, his face turned redder and his balls were nearly blue in color. You were enjoying yourself thoroughly, watching in amazement as he practically begged you to allow him to cum. “Yittle, I’ll do anythin’. Just please, p-please…I need to fuckin’ cum,” 

His face was wet with tears, voice raspy and cracking from the begging and pleading. “You need to be taught some manners. Are you going to continue acting like a little spoiled brat?” 

Elvis shook his head as he whined out pathetically. “Yes, Y-Yes…goddamnit…I ain’t gonna act like a brat no more. Please, I need to cum before my balls break off,” 

You gave him a sly smile, wrapping your hand around his cock for what seemed like the tenth time in the last hour. This time, you decided that you would give him what he wanted. “I guess I’ll allow you to cum. You’ve held out longer than I thought you would have,” 

Your hand stroked him long and slow, his tip now red and angry as you jerked him towards actual completion. “Go on, Elvis. Cum before I change my mind,” 

Elvis didn’t take your statement lightly, shutting his eyes as he writhed underneath you. His bottom lip was tucked between his teeth, cock twitching like a torpedo ready to fire. His moans once again filled the room like a beautiful song and soon enough, his balls twitched signifying that he was once again at the precipice of release. 

You didn’t stop, speeding up the movement of your wrist as you watched with eager eyes as spurts of his warm and sticky cum shot out of him. His stomach caved in as he grunted hard, cursing under his breath at the relief of his neglected balls. His eyes fluttered open as he took in the damage, his cum coating your hand and wrist. 

“Thank God..” he whispered as he tilted his head up to look at you. 

You released your grip on his cock before you stood up from the bed, pulling some tissues from the tissue box that was on his nightstand. Once you cleaned your hand and wrist off, you made your way back over to untie him. “I promise ya, I would never make you second choice, Little. Could you ever forgive me?” 

“Yes, Elvis. I forgave you before we even started this whole thing,” you smiled as you kissed his lips gently. 

“What do you say we go down and get some iddytream for all ya troubles?” He tilted his head as he slipped off of the bed, pulling his now dampened swim trunks back on his body. 

“Only if you promise that I get double scoops. And that it’ll only be me and you enjoying it, none of your idiot friends ruining our time together,” 

Elvis gave you a lopsided grin before he gave you the answer that you wanted to hear. “I promise, Little,” 

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[eggyslang]

Redesigns of the new strawberry shortcake reboot :]

Design notes under the cut:

Strawberry shortcake: I gave her short hair so the silhouette of her head with the beanie looks more strawberry shaped. Also, something about her new look gives me a skater vibe [maybe it’s the beanie? Idk] so I wanted to lean into that with the rest of the outfit. I gave her a graphic tee over a stripy shirt [the green and white stripes call back to some of her past looks], baggy jeans [calling back to her 2003 look], and sneakers that look like red converse [kept from her current look]. I gave her a cute apron with a heart shaped strawberry on it to make her look more like a baker and to give a bit of a 2000’s skirt-over-pants type of silhouette that I think is fun. Also, I’d like to think that her grandma made it for her :]. I put in a lot of hearts in her design because hearts are kinda strawberry shaped and also she seems like a loving, friendship oriented person, so I felt hearts would fit her personality

Blueberry muffin: I wanted to give her a look that matched her kinda weirdgirl personality in the new show. I’ve only seen an episode and a half so I don’t have too much to go off of, but she seemed kinda spiritual, for lack of a better word [loves ghosts, talks about things having “good energy,” etc.] I gave her long, layered skirts to resemble muffin liners as well as add some flowiness to her outfit. Similarly, I gave her a cropped cardigan thing with wide sleeves. I gave her mismatched socks to make her look a little more eclectic. I tried to incorporate a lot of round/circular shapes into her design to make her more blueberry-ish like her mary janes, the circle pendent on her necklace, the round shape of her bangs, her bubble braid hairstyle [idk if that’s what it’s actually called, i just thought it looked cool], and her blue sunglasses. I made her bangs a little messier so it almost seems like she cut her bangs herself.

Orange blossom: her visor is my favourite part of all of these redesigns. I stole it from one of orange cookie’s costumes from cookie run bc it’s just so nice. I put flowers on her shorts to lean into the blossom part of her name. I also gave her a little orange slice watch to incorporate more oranges into her design. I imagine it’s one of those watches that tells you your heart rate and stuff.

Lime chiffon: I’m not really happy with her design but I tried my best. I have her pigtails in the shape of semicircles to look like lime slices. I made her glasses lime shaped. To lean into her nerdy/preppy look, I gave her a sweater vest over a polo. I kept the design of her skirt to be lime-ish. I gave her blueberry’s Ugg-like boots because I wanted to add some brown into her outfit to be like the cake part of a lime chiffon cake.

Lemon meringue: shes not TOO different from her current canon design. I changed her hair to be more lemon shaped. I also thought the shape gave her a bit more of a mad scientist look. I also put some white in her hair to incorporate some meringue-ness. I put some patches on her overalls like she’s used them for a long time and they’ve gotten worn out. Also, it allowed me to add some more lemon-y elements to her outfit. I put a lightning bolt on the chest of the overalls because her voice reminds me of rainbow dash and also i think you can use lemons to make electricity[? I think I did an experiment like that in elementary school]. I made her goggles look like lemon tarts for funsies. I gave her a tool belt to incorporate more brown into the design and bc all inventors need tools handy.

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

MACKERELMORE hii good morning i hope u r goodddd :] anyway. staring up at u w/ my big sopping wet shark eyes.... do u have any new haven wards costume opinions & thoughts. ik a while ago u said smth abt imprint showing an Inadvisable amount of skin considering his power bc he's cocky & it's an intimidation thing..... wraith with the whisperer cloak... what else!!!

AH hello!!! I have been. underwater all morning <3 I will be underwater again all afternoon but it's lunch time first :] I will say hi 2 the sharks for u . blow the grouper a kiss etc etc

UHHHHHHHH I DONT HAVE A WHOLE LOT OF THOUGHTS OTHER THAN WHAT WE'VE SAID BEFORE especially because. outfit design is not my strong suit idk how to talk about clothes lmao. but! the generals:

wraith: big loose fitting clothes that conceal a layer of body armor. they let him move and give him a bigger silhouette than he actually has and look deceptively weak? you go to kick a guy in a hoodie and your foot hits a kevlar vest instead. whisperer cape is a must. i dont think he knows the similarity. william was never big into capes i think if he ever saw anything of the whisperer it was only in passing and not enough to stick in his mind. full-face mask (which i would assume is like.... built into the hood somehow? to keep it up on his head better as hes moving), undecided on whether he would keep his hair fully covered or let some of it out from under the hood. i think at first his costume would be white with blue accents ("ghostly" vibes without being too scary) but as time goes on i think it would be cool if it got darker and darker until the white parts have gone from grey-dark grey-black (idk how that would work mechanically but. nudges greyscale implications)

failsafe: HONESTLYYYYY I REALLY LIKE WHAT YOU HAVE FOR HIM SO FAR. crop top is essential. failsafe has way more skin showing than imprint. i think hed keep his knuckles/forearms taped bc his fighting style is very physical? i know dakotas whole thing is kicks only but i think failsafe should get to punch things super hard too like cmon. hes got the likee.... headband mask . i like what u have for him a lot. i think his pants are a lot like wraiths thing where theyre loose and mobile but hes wearing armor under them.

imprint: tactical. his stuff is mostly black i dont think he would budge on that for anything. i do think he should have skin showing like. in case they get caught off guard by a fight i dont think hed want to take the time to have to pull off sleeves or gloves or whatever in case he needed to use his powers in a snap. i DO however think he has gloves just for convenience's sake. but i think he keeps specific body parts uncovered? majority of his arms for sure. he has the half-face mask. idk if this is something the prt would necessarily allow but i think he has a lot of straps and belts and things for holding weapons. i feel like hes trained in so many ways to fight he would probably always want at least a knife or gun on him at all times. the purple accents were the PR teams additions so he wouldnt be totally black. since he wanted to keep his shitty dyed purple hair, theyd at least make the costume match so it looked somewhat cohesive and intentional

OH YEAH u didnt ask abt tide but its very important to me that his costume is like a wetsuit. i havent made my post about tide and wetsuits yet but i think abt him a lot. also i think the ear fins are cosmetic and not a result of weird clone things but i do think he should keep them bc i think theyre cute. ive been imagining wavelengths costume pretty much the exact same as in pd . and i have. no ideas for auxiliary but whenever i think abt him i think abt ur timeline art so thats canon 2 me

[lcandothisallday]

Oooh! In an ideal world for an award show how would YOU dress Jack? ☺️

OMGGGG OKAYY. ive thought about this for entirely too long😅 but i generally like more “feminine” or like eccentric/androgynous looks on guys but i know it’s not jacks vibe but i would love to see him in variations of this😌 (yes timothee chalamet is my inspiration for any and all guy looks that I like lol)

overall though, i think jack looks sooo much better in cropped jackets rather than super long or baggy ones. so like for example, giveons silhouette in my opinion looks soooo much better than jacks😅 like the material/look of both outfits are so similar but the silhouettes imo make a huge difference

or even like see how jack looks so fine in the cropped/properly fitted jacket? he gives off the same vibes as Jacob here and I personally think it’s more flattering then when he wears his super oversized/long jackets like here🤢:

ALSO BRING BACK THE BOOTCUT JEANS COS HOLY FUCK WAS THIS HOT

[alwaysbethewest]

I am not sure about the color combo at the Mando premiere but overall the outfit is super flattering and I love that Fabio is trying new looks and different silhouettes!! He has won me back over after the travesty of the neon green branded Valentino pjs lol. Hopefully P is having fun and enjoying more adventurous fashion too!

I saw a lotttt of people commenting on the color combination in that outfit, to the point that I literally looked up a color wheel yesterday because I was starting to feel colorblind for thinking the combo looked fine 😂 So you're not alone, but I liked it.

Interestingly, it seems Fabio hasn't been styling Pedro on this trip! These past couple outfits have been assembled by Julie Ragolia, who has worked with him quite a bit in the past and refers to him as a friend. I think it's really cool that we can see a difference in the style of her work vs. Fabio's. (Some of the time I think Fabio totally knocks it out of the park, but I also hated that Valentino set, lol. Once again I found myself questioning my own eyes because I really don't think green is P's color (at least not some tones) but I've seen so many other fans who think it is 😭)

To me—with the caveat that I actually know nothing about fashion, in case that isn't already clear, and also that I'm making a lot of projections here that could be wildly off base!!—there's a decidedly queer bent to the UK Mando event outfit and the silvery cardigan number from today. That's part of what I really liked about the Mando outfit. I loved the boldness and audacity of wearing that to an event for a character who (okay, to me Din is a very soft boy and maybe queer too, but) to much of the outside world/passive observers is a really tough guy, hetero-masculine figure. Particularly after 3+ years of dealing with nasty comments from the conservative side of the Star Wars fandom, wearing a tight little cropped knit cardigan and bright red pleated trousers with lots of bare chest on display felt like something of a fuck you and I was here for it. And similarly, I think the silver cardigan/sheer top (!!) outfit from today has a gender line-blurring quality about it. In fact, lol, a friend and I both independently came up with the word "matronly" to describe it (which may not have been the effect Julie or P were going for lol, but oh well). Personally I think I would have liked it better paired with a more tapered trouser or skinny jeans and a slip-on sneaker, just to balance it in a different way.

Anyway, all of this is to say, yes, it feels like there's a new playfulness and vision for his fashion this year and it's so fun to take in, especially in a sea of other famous men wearing the. most. boring. suits. all the time. 🙃

[lucysweatslove]

My parents sent me some money to spend on new clothing- the idea was my mom would help out buy directly ordering me some “business” clothing, and then I could spend the money sent on whatever would make me feel a little better going into school.

After thinking about it, I realized I am most comfortable in dresses, and the dresses I wore most while at the derm clinic (on Fridays where we would wear whatever we want) actually would work for business casual purposes too. Which makes sense- I got vast majority via Nordstrom/Nordstrom Rack (most were Eliza J or Vince Camuto) The problem is: most are 4-5+ years old at this point, and while they still are holding up great, my body has shifted significantly and they are too small now. While I can zip them up because of stretch material, they flare and bulge and awkward points, and it’s just… an obvious “doesn’t quite fit well” look which to me never looks as professional as just wearing a larger, more appropriate size.

I feel very much “like me” when I wear dresses in general, and I figured I could “feed two birds with one seed” by using the money to buy new dresses that I could get away with wearing in clinic.

Buying new dresses via Nordstrom specific is kind of $$ even for the money my parents gave me, so I decided to look on Nordstrom Rack. Of course options are limited in general because it’s the Rack + because of my current size, plus I’m a little picky about overall silhouettes (cap / short sleeve dolman/ 3/4 sleeve preferred but wide strap tank okay, knee length- a little higher on a model is okay because I’m a shrimp and almost petite height, fit and flare or trapeze or shift but no sheath). But I found some I think will work pretty well!

The basic black one looks decent for well… basic outfits. Then I have three that are some iteration of navy and white or cream (I usually prefer black on me over navy, but a lot of the black ones were out in my size). The two that are kind of cut off (you can see them if you click the pic) are florals- the top does look a little short, but it should be fine on me, and the bottom one is supposedly an A-line cut, idk how well it’ll flow over me, but the pattern brings me joy so 🤷🏻‍♀️. And I’m really excited for the fun colorful dot pattern dress- I think the colors will work really well.

I also checked the Kohl’s website, thinking I had some Kohl’s Cash from when we went in person. The dress selection was abysmal but I saw this cute red dress and got pretty excited since it looked like a cool enough red I could pull it off. I then ALSO thought about how much I liked the two shirts I got in person and wished there were additional colors in my size (I got a black and a white)… and how I grabbed that pair of blank pants I couldn’t wear bc they were too small despite the blue one, which fit me very well, being the same size. So I figured that since I’m spending money anyways, and my old “nicer” shirts pull at the bust now too, getting a few shirts that I can dress up to business casual or down makes sense. And having a pair of black “work pants” opens up more options for me too. I know my mom is getting me some pants too but I’m pretty sure they will be long bootcut which… I guess I just prefer how I feel and look in cropped pants. I feel pretty swamped and frumpy in longer pants as I’m riding that sweet spot between petite and non-petite.

The pink shirt and the black and white floral are the shirt I know I like (cut and fabric). The link may be a little harsh on my skin tone (I consider myself more of a dark winter than a true winter) but paired appropriately it can look really nicer The white one is the same brand and I figured I can’t really go wrong having another white shirt with a slightly different cut- I could probably use it untucked which I prefer / feel more comfortable in anyway. The green shirt was just because I love rich deep emerald greens. It’s a different brand from the others, but it’s cut very similar to the shirt I know I like, looks like it’ll be a similar fabric.

Overall a successful online shopping trip, but we will see when the clothes come if they fit.

I may still look on sites like ThredUp or similar too. I’ve definitely spent the money my parents transferred to me, but if I can find more of the dresses I like in more fun patterns or colors, for like $20-30, it might be worth the investment.

My mom is right that a new wardrobe can help set the feel - which means for me, having more clothes that FEEL like me but also still feel elevated can do me a lot of good.

[valentinesweetheartspecial]

My thoughts and predictions on This (in order from left to right):

REIJI. Good lord reiji. I am pleasantly surprised to see he has a very long jacket. A Reiji superfan I follow on Twitter noticed that that belt behind him is so long that when gravity finally starts acting on it, it will hit the ground, which I find very funny. Bro has a tail! I also see his arms are exposed….the same Reiji fan noted this is a welcome break for his Live Support member, who can now play the drums without dying in that stiff ass leather jacket. I agree with this, and would like to take it a step further, maybe it symbolizes Reiji loosening up some after the events of Raison Detre? Well. Only time will tell. The boots are nice. I like his megane pose. Reiji has grown on me a little bit so I’m glad to see him have such a drastic shift in silhouette!

KANATA. KANATA NIJO. OHHHHH BOY, this outfit will either be the best out of all of them or flop severely. So happy to see him wearing a giant puffy jacket. The belts and stuff all of it remind me of Talk Flower’s design, which is one I quite like, so I’m hoping it resembles her a little bit. Not much to say about the pants and the boots, they’re pretty standard epsilon format. I’m so glad they let him do a cute peace sign in this, justice for insane boys. What I’m most excited to see, though, is more of his new hair…the way he let it down tells me he’s Insanely Depressed. I can’t wait to witness it ingame. But if Kanachan being depressed = better hair, so be it….I kind of hate the way his bangs look up so this is a VERY welcome change. Wait I just noticed he has a chain, good for him. Well to close Kanata off I’m just praying for his color palette to be good please god don’t do what Aaside did to epsilon

SHU🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹SHUUUUU UJIGAWA. Very very excited for his reveal because god, as much as I love him, HIS AASIDE OUTFIT WAS TRASH! JUSTICE FOR SHU!!! I hated the colors of his stupid fucking shorts with a passion I just hated his outfit okay he was ugly. I admit it. My fav was ugly. I’m very glad they kept a puffy jacket but cropped! Even though I hated the old one, it’s like, it could be better with some changes, and here they are. I’m hoping it’s not zipped, I guess..? I’m not too sure what to expect with the under layers of any of these outfits. Hey they’re all wearing jackets. Maybe that’s to symbolize the persona they all put on to the outside wo(*is shot and killed*). That has to be hot onstage though, right? Well. Whatever. I’m not fully decided how I feel about him only having One garter, and also those shoes have the potential to be very goofy, but that’s alright because even though I want better visuals, I do want epsilon to stay slightly silly. Coughs. I love his new hair for the opposite reason to Kanata’s— which is to say, Kanata is getting worse and I love that, but Shu is getting better and I love that (but I do hope he suffers in Kimisute no matter what I’m sorry). And of course there is SO MUCH to be said about his pose….opening up….becoming happier….proudly showing himself to the world…..Cries. That’s my shitty anime boy right there. The aforementioned Reiji twitter person also mentioned how dynamic that cable is which is so funny for anyone wanting to buy an acrylic stand of him. Maybe they’ll cut it down or something. Overall I love him and I have hope for him and his color palette. Justice for Shu

HARUKA. ummmmmmmm I’ll be so honest with you I. I don’t love it….I DO NOT LIKE SAYING THIS BECAUSE I LOVEEE HARUKA. And I do have hope since this is just the silhouette and all that but I…Boy….what is that jacket. I don’t love the collar being up and I just don’t love the frame of the silhouette in general. I think the biggest part of why I don’t like this is because of how much I liked Haruka’s original outfit? It was genuinely one of my favorites out of the entire cast (aside from fantome iris), generally I just think Haruka looks better with super slim clothes, and I was kind of obsessed with the vibe that came with the bright yellow zip up and shiny af plastic fabric pants. But I will mourn that on its own. I do not understand how his belts will fit into this outfit, or if they’re on the jacket or his pants. But you know what? I love haruka so I will defend him despite whatever this stupid outfit is. Love his pose as always he’s so emo

TADAOMI. last but certainly not least, especially in severe mental problems! Did he get taller, or is everyone else shorter? We shouldn’t give him more power than he needs, especially in physical aspects. We do not need him to kill someone for real (or maybe we do, idk), so let’s not give him that power. It’s funny how he’s Reiji’s height. Toxic yaoi is real forever! His outfit seems fine, I also liked the IDEA they had with his original but not the execution, so I wish it would’ve followed something with that…maybe it has, idk, I’ll have to see the colors! That also brings up the idea of wether they’re matching or not, their original outfits were all pretty different and only united by Vibes. I kind of hope for some more prevalent motifs in these outfits but I hope they keep their individuality. Back to Tadaomi- WHY ARE HIS PANTS TUCKED INTO HIS BOOTS. SHUDDERS. I like his belts too. I hope he’s making a super insane expression or something.

SOME GENERAL STUFF! Let’s talk about the belts, shall we? They all have very obvious belts, I like it. It fits the vibe of a bunch of depressed kids in a band. Shu has the smallest one, followed by Reiji(?), Haruka and Tadaomi are tied, and I would argue that Kanata has the most because of the chain as well. I could be reading too much into this, but I feel like this matches up with their growth to some extent— Shu, who now has a support system and is learning to grow has the least “restraints”. Reiji is up next, he is also learning to let go of some of his rage (or redirect it), and tbh, Shit is looking up for him man. Haruka is still bound by Kanata (maybe even moreso now that he hasn’t seen him for a year, avoidance doesn’t solve problems and in this case will probably worsen them) and his own feelings of guilt. Tadaomi…I consider him the worst out of epsilon, so I’m surprised to see only two belts on him, assuming this theory is correct. Kanata is indisputably in a hell of his own creation every day of his life, I’m not shocked to see him having the most even though I expected Tadaomi to be in this spot. Maybe it’s because of the difference in awareness? Kanata is definitely in some deep shit but understands how fucked his relationship with Haruka is, whereas Tadaomi tries to kill a guy and doesn’t reflect on it at all. Well, we will see. I already noted the fact that they all have jackets. Maybe they’re cold. I’m looking forward to seeing the full visuals posted!! Yayyyyy!!!!!!!! Love forever

[evangelinee]

BDRPwrimo Day Four – Wardrobe Task

Evangeline Davies’ Wardrobe

Come up with five significant full outfits from your character’s wardrobe/life and describe them in detail. Write about your character’s closet. Give 15 pieces of clothing with a little description of the “history” of the apparel. Is it a favorite shirt, did they get it traveling, is it their lucky pair of underwear etc etc.

I am rebelling and doing the OG task bc it is my favorite wrimo task. 😤Ornamentation and clothing is how humans have been expressing themselves for millenia. I started posting wardrobe outfits for all my characters because even though it is creative writing 101 to not spend paragraphs explaining your character’s outfits, I always want to do it. It can inform so much: about your character’s mood, how they feel about the occasion they dressed for (did they dress up? are they dressed down? does that mean they’re comfortable/wanted to make an impression?), and even how they move (which can then be helpful for descriptive writing.)

Anyway–sorry, just had to get on my soapbox for a minute about how much I love clothes and fashion.

Evangeline is still very much figuring out clothes and fashion, so I thought that this would be fun to do. I feel like her style will evolve over time. Once she gets a better grasp on who she is, the fashion of those around her, etc.

So, without further ado. Outfits will be referenced in numerical order, left to right, top to bottom. The graphic on the left is A and the graphic on the right is B. So the upper left corner of the left graphic is 1A.

So, starting with graphic A. This is more of the Outfit board, showing off different styles of Evy’s. She has offically been through all the season once now so she is getting an idea of what she likes. The first three outfits (1-3A) are her summer fits. Lots of crop tops and such, because she doesn’t know about not showing off her skin. The idea of modesty doesn’t really exist for her. She loves, loves bright colors and will wear them at any time.

5A is a favorite of mine. It’s kind of a sporty look. Casual look. I love Evy because she can be very casual and dress more masculine (5-6a) but also be very feminine. She doesn’t really comprehend the binary and that’s very fun to play with in her clothing, though she generally gravitates towards more feminine silhouettes. She likes big and roomy things. Stuff that is too tight can feel a little restricting to her, but she’ll start wearing them more often as she goes.

Graphic B is more of a highlighting of specific pieces in Evy’s closet or specific things she likes. Evy wears a lot of headscarves. She has braids a lot of the time or a loose afro, so especially in the winter she’ll wear headscarves to stay warm and protect her hair from the dryer air.

The necklace is a gift from Mr. Davies. It was his wife’s and he gave it to her shortly before he passed away. SHe can often be seen wearing it, especially because she doesn’t have her ears pierced or much other jewelry, it is relatively noticeable and eye catching.

The sneakers were the first pair of shoes she bought for herself and they’re a little beat up now but she loves them to death. The heels were probably bought by Ashleigh lol, who is teaching her how to wear them. I think Evy will always be a sneaker over heel kind of gal, but she likes dressing up fancy for events so she will wear them!

Chunky sweaters are a staple of Evy. One day, she will have a whole collection of bright, chunky sweaters. Really, Evy’s style can be summarized as adult preschooler lmao. Which I love for her. She is just quirky and weird with her style and doesn’t care (bc she doesn’t know) about fashion. And, eventually, she will be a #SportyGirl thanks to Michael’s influence and Boo’s probably lol. I didn’t expect that for Evy but I love it for her too.

AND, finally: make up. I think that Evy will love experimenting and playing with make up once she gets the hang of the basics. She doesn’t really wear make up right now, but she will probably start to as she gets some girl friends that will show her how to use it.

[tomthesoftie]

let them flow

❧ synopsis: after the collapsing of an unhealthy relationship, each side begins to improve and thrive, one for the other, one for themselves. coincidentally, they meet at the same dreaded party that led to the breaking of their relationship. will this unfortunate series of events lead them to opportunity?

❧ pairing: jock!tom x fem!reader

❧ genre: fluff

❧ warnings: mild angst, fluffy-ish ending, exes to friends to lovers, one or two curse words, lil bit of crying, mentions of alcohol

❧ a/n: it’s finally over. thank goodness. this also is so long it can be considered a second part fuck. i know i took a whole month to write this, but i barely have free time to write nowadays and the times i do, i don’t have much inspiration. anyways this came out better than i expected so hope you guys enjoy.

in order to understand this ending, please read this first: her hidden crystal tears 

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In the first month you spent broken up with Tom, you, for once, felt at peace, with no burden of hiding relationships and denying feelings. You had forgotten how free living singly was. Within that month, you were able to reshape your life. Your grades began to improve, and your mental health had phenomenally developed for he better. Your friends had even gone out of their ways to help you with a "glow up."

Tom, on the other hand, had tried to shape him into a better person in hopes of salvaging your crumbling, if you could even call it that, relationship. He worked harder in class, and every time he saw you sitting in the lecture hall, you were surrounded by other classmates, giving him no place to fit in. He also started to distance himself from his old group of friends, looking for a better, influential group.

Tom couldn't help but feel a tug at his heart when he saw you walking with one other friend to class, laughing at something they said. He saw how your under eye-bags turned bright and how you shoulders straightened up after the breakup. It broke his heart to know the negative impact he had on you, which you never complained or spoke out about.

The brunette wanted to improve for you and himself.

How you ended up in a pair of high-waisted, black, denim shorts and a black bandeau with a sheer, cropped, long-sleeved shirt overtop you didn't know. After much begging and bothering, your friend had convinced you to go to the afterparty of the football game. You tried your best to deny their attempts but failed when they baited you with money.

This would be your first time attending a party, for you were always driven home and away from them. You couldn't deny, though, the chills that snaked down your spine at the mention of it.

Stepping into the house, you noticed how similar it looked to a fraternity. People were dancing, pushing their bodies against others and grinding their hips onto drunk partners. Other students were playing beer pong, stripping on tables, or resting on couches with a red, plastic cup in their hands. It smelled terribly of sweat and oversaturated body spray, making you gag on your breath.

"How do so many people like this?" You shouted over the pounding music and loud voices.

"How do you not?" You friend giggled, dragging you through the crowd.

Dodging and pushing people off of you, you gripped your friend's hand tightly, afraid of losing them.

"Where are we going?" You asked, eyes darting all over the place in uncertainty.

"Before we party, we've got to get drinks," they pushed the door of the kitchen open, revealing the alcohol infested space.

Scrambling over to the bulky cooler, they grabbed a can of beer, popping it open and downing it.

Flinching in disgust, you commented, "Don't you want to wash that, first?"

"What d'you mean? It looks perfectly clean to me," they shrugged, throwing you a can.

You clumsily captured the condensated drink, before putting it on the counter behind you, "I don't drink."

They groaned, "Why are you such a doormat? Come on," they nudged your shoulder, "Live a little."

You laughed, "I can "live a little" just fine with water."

"Ugh, fine. I'm guessing you also want to sit in a corner and become a hermit," they spoke, sarcastically.

"Actually," your eyes lit up, "I do."

"You," they pointed at you unsteadily, "annoy me, but since I already brought you along," their finger moved to point at an idle seat in the corner of a calmer room, "There."

You nodded, eyeing the isolated spot with glee. However, before your friend could escape into the crowd, you told them to stay safe and slipped away to occupy said seat. 

Although Tom no longer associated himself with his old group of friends, he couldn’t avoid them forever, as they were his teammates. Also, as the captain of the football team, it was practically an obligation for him to attend the after parties. 

Honestly, ever since you had broken up with Tom, he had developed a small fear of being whisked away by his fangirls and teammates, constantly thinking you were waiting in his car for him. His guilt had piled on top of his conscious, leaving him an insecure wreck.

Nevertheless, he stepped into the filled building, nodding and waving at familiar faces. One face he wasn’t expecting to see sat in the corner of the room was yours. 

He shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut, he murmured to himself, “She’s not there, you idiot.”

“Tom, buddy,” a familiar voice hollered.

Through your peripheral vision, you swore that you saw his chocolate curls, but when you looked up from your phone, he had disappeared. Your eyes began to dart through the crowd of people, looking for the man you supposedly had gotten over.

Quickly realizing your mistake, you shunned yourself for willingly wrapping yourself around his little finger. You returned to scrolling through your phone, distracting yourself with the illuminated screen.

Tom watched as his teammate, and former friend, grabbed at a girl swaying her hips, pushing her ass against his friend’s crotch, into a grind. Suddenly feeling highly uncomfortable where he stood, he moved into the kitchen to grab a drink.

The room let in muffled sounds but ultimately was the quietest room in the building. The white LED lights left the room bright and easy to navigate, albeit the clusters of finished drinks and used cups littered on the counters and in the sink and overflowing out of the trashcan. 

The brunette drifted over to the fridge, locating the fresh water bottles hidden from other partygoers. 

Feeling quenched, you stood up from your seat, unwillingly. You looked for a quick and precise path to the kitchen, though you failed to do so. Deciding to extemporize it, you awkwardly squished your way through the crowd, mumbling “excuse me” and “sorry” periodically. 

Pushing the white-paint clad, wooden door open, you stumbled your way into the room, glaring at the sudden brightness engulfing your vision. 

Hearing the music and sound of people cheering grow louder, Tom turned around to see the oh-so familiar girl he had fallen infatuated with many months ago.

You stood, blinking your eyes as they tried to adapt to the sudden change of lighting. Groaning, your hands began massaging and harassing the poor skin of your eyelids. 

Your unnoticed ex, still stood in front of the fridge with a cool bottle of water in his hand, smiled at your adorable behaviour — widely contrasting your provocative outfit — watching as your cheeks puffed out in frustration. 

Feeling the haze leave your eyes, you looked ahead of you to see a silhouette emerging. Embarrassed, you blushed, looking down at your shoes. 

You felt a cool presence resting beside your cheek, and quickly looked at the item.

Water? You thought, confused.

Eyes trailing up the arm holding the bottle, your met with the sight of your former boyfriend smiling at you.

“Tom,” you breathed.

After avoiding and ignoring the boy for so many weeks, you already had forgotten how sweet he looked with a smile and soft blush grazing his cheeks. Maybe you hadn’t forgotten; you were just rarely, if ever, given the opportunity to admire it.

“Hey,” he responded, shyly rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand. 

You glanced at the bottle then back to Tom, silently asking what he was doing with it.

“O-Oh, I just thought you’d want a bottle of water, since you don’t drink, but if you do now, that’s totally cool too,” he rambled nervously, like a little boy talking to his crush on the playground. 

Although you had only broken up with him a bit over a month ago, you couldn’t bring yourself to trust taking the drink from him.

“Thanks, but I can get one myself. I’m sure you wanted to drink that too.” 

You gave him an awkward, tight-lipped smile before walking past him to the fridge. Reaching into the cool container, you pulled out a frosted water bottle. 

The situation was strange. Everything felt so familiar but so different. It didn’t feel right to talk to each other like you knew how they slept in bed at night or how they loved warm cuddles on the couch as they binged shows and movies. 

“Look, Y/N,” Tom spoke up, breaking the tension with a breath, “I know that I was a jerk we were together. I also know that I neglected you. I shouldn’t have cared about what everyone else thought about our relationship. 

“Looking back, I understand why you were so frustrated with me, and you had every right to break up with me. I was a wuss that used protecting you as an excuse to keep you under covers. I reveled in the popularity and attention I got, back then.

“I’m different, now, though. I’m not saying you have to take me back. You don’t even have to consider it. All I want to do, right here, right now, is to apologize to you, so, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for all the anguish and sadness I caused. I’m sorry you had to waste your tears on me. I’m so fucking sorry, and if I have the slightest chance to even be your friend again, please let me take it.”

You felt a churning in your core, and tears prickled the corner of your eyes. You didn’t understand where your emotions arose from. You thought that you had moved on from Tom. You thought you had left him behind, left him in the shadows of your life. 

You turned around, hand reaching up to quickly wipe your tears away. That is, until a calloused hand grabbed your wrist.

“Don’t,” the accented voice choked, “It hurts me as much as it does you.”

Your words were caught in your throat. You tried to say something, anything, but nothing but sobs slipped your lips. 

Everything became a blur. You could only feel warmth enveloping you. 

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, darling,” Tom murmured into your hair. 

After the encounter at the party, you and Tom went on with your life as normal. 

Although, nothing that happened that night could be considered normal. You cried while he held you tightly in his arms. He apologized for his faults and asked for a second chance, as a friend or more. You forgave him and gave him the chance. 

Will you ever want to have the same relationship you had with Tom as before? No.

You and Tom are working on building a better, healthier relationship for the both of you: an open and honest relationship that won’t be hidden from anyone, especially not his “fangirls.” 

“Don’t ever hide your tears again,” Tom whispered into your hair, “Let them flow.” His pointer finger gently lifts your chin, locking his eyes with your tear-filled ones. He brings his thumb to your cheek, wiping away the shining streaks of pain, sadness, desperation. 

“Let them flow because I’ll be here. I’ll be here to wipe them away every and any time.”

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Chapter 2: Legends Never Die

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Billy was watching porn when Steve texted.

He’s never clicked out of a video so fucking fast in his life.

The message just read hey, this is steve :) which like, of course, the fucker uses little emoticons. Of course , he types out little smiley faces. It’s so dumb. It’s so cute.

And Billy just stared at it. One hand still on his dick, the other hovering over the keyboard.

What the fuck does he reply?

Obviously, Steve knows it’s Billy. Like. Duh.

So he just tapped out a little Hey.

Steve texted back almost immediately.

you have a good day? Billy found himself grinning maniacally, so he rolled over to hold his pillow close to his chest, burying his chin into it. He didn’t wanna deal with the fact that this stupid adorable cowboy was making him smile and flush. Stupid.

Yeah, it was nice. Way too hot, but nice.

lol try wearing jeans in that heat. sweatin through my damn saddle. Billy laughed into his pillow.

Jesus, you’re such a fuckin hick. Billy bit his tongue when he pressed send.

And Steve just sent back >:(. And God. He’s so cute. Billy. Hates him.

And then Billy’s phone buzzed twice, another brand new text from Steve.

One that made Billy’s heart fucking stop.

i have the day off tomorrow. no tiedown on the schedule. you should come by and we could hang

Which sounded like. A date. It sounded like a fucking date. And Billy wanted to ask. If Steve’s invitation was for a goddamn date.

But like, he can’t just ask. Can he? Is that weird? Okay, maybe he’ll just-

Should I bring Max?

Right? Like if Steve says to bring his little sister, then there’s no way it’s a date. Because, who would want their date to bring their little sister? People who are just hanging out as friends, that’s who.

was hoping it'd just be you and me

And hoo boy. Hoo boy. That’s. That’s a fucking. That’s a date.

Then yeah. Just you and me.

And Steve sent him another little :) because the fucker loves his emoticon smiley faces. They’re not even, like, actual emojis. Steve doesn’t take the time to use fucking apostrophes, but he does type out little faces.

And maybe Billy’s spending too much time thinking about the smiley little shits.

But, like. It’s just. It’s Steve. And it’s a cute fucking thing that Steve does.

Billy’s pretty much obsessed with him by now.

And maybe Billy should ask for, like, a time to meet. But he was halfway through a video and his cock’s still hard and kinda starting to ache, pressed against the mattress where it was. He rolled over, slid his hand back into his shorts, and wrapped his fingers around the base of himself.

So it’s easy just to, slide it up. Run his fingers along his length. Pretend his rough hand is Steve’s rough hand. Pretend the tight vice grip is Steve’s mouth. Hot and slick around him.

He could picture Steve, on his knees in the dirt, those tight fucking jeans beginning to stain at the knees, those big pretty eyes looking at him so reverently, so softly.

And he came all over his hand, pictured those pink pretty lips covered with cum. Imagined scooping it on his fingers, pressing them into Steve’s mouth, making him lick them clean.

It wasn’t even the most depraved fantasy Billy’s ever had. But it was for sure in his top five best orgasms. No doubt about it.

He wiped his hand on the sheets, turning onto his side, staring at the short little conversation with Steve.

Thinking about their fucking date tomorrow.

Max was on his ass the second he woke up.

She cornered him as he was coming out of the bathroom, making him startle and nearly smack her.

“The fuck you doing out here, Shitbrid?”

“What are we doing today?”

“ We aren’t doing shit all. I will be heading out. Soon.”

She narrowed her eyes at him, jutting her jaw in a way he absolutely knows she learned from him.

“Are you going to the rodeo?” she hissed through her teeth at him. “Are you going to see-”

“That’s none ‘a your fuckin’ business.” He pushed past her, lumbering down the hall, almost making it into his bedroom before she slipped inside with him, slapping his elbow and kicking the door closed.

“Are you going on a date ?”

Billy glared at her. He clenched his jaw, speaking through gritted teeth.

“Pretty sure we agreed not to fucking talk about this shit here.”

She pursed her lips, shifting her jaw.

“Just nod or shake your head.”

Billy kept his head very still.

She kicked him once in the shin before stomping out of his room, nearly slamming the door, catching it at the last minute, and closing it quietly.

Neil didn’t approve of doors slamming in his house.

It was rule number. Three probably. First rule was don’t be a smartass. Second rule was don’t be Billy. That was kind of an unspoken rule. But it was there.

And Billy was faced with his newest dilemma.

What does he wear?

Because it’s gonna be another hot fucking day, and his typical date outfits have more, more.

He’s got one clean pair of cut-offs left. Okay. Yes. And he puts on a printed button-up shirt. Leaves it almost all the way unbuttoned, because, like, of course, he does. He’s got a good body. He wants Steve to see it.

He’ll be mostly cool, and he looks better than he did last time he saw Steve.

Black Converse complete the look, and he maybe spends more time than he usually would putting his hair into a ponytail, using one of Max’s bright scrunchies.

She’ll get pissed if she notices it but. Whatever. He steals them from her all the fucking time.

He hasn’t looked at his phone all morning, figured he could head over to the rodeo, and whenever Steve texted, he’d play it cool and act like he wasn’t already there.

But, cowboy hick Steve was obviously an early riser. As the most recent text Billy has is from that cowboy hick Steve. At six. In the morning.

you wanna meet up around ten?

It was currently just past nine.

Does Billy head up there now and wander around the grounds for a bit?

Yes. Yes, he does. Because frankly, he looks gay as fuck in this outfit and he should probably dip before his dad sees.

He sends Steve a thumbs up and the three dots show up almost immediately, showing Steve typing.

you got a car right? can you pick me up outside of the parking lot? i gotta get outta here

And Fuck. Billy knows that feeling.

No problem. You wanna get breakfast? I know a good diner if you’re into that kinda thing.

hell yeah im into that :)

Ah, yes. There was that little happy face just in time to give Billy lots of nice heart palpitations.

Great. That’s what he needs. To get sappy and gross over Steve’s emoticons. Again.

He slipped out of his house without interference, taking a lap around the block just to kill time before setting off to the fairgrounds.

He was trying to make his car look presentable, shoving the few gum wrappers Max left by the gear shift into his pocket, brushing off any stray cigarette ash with one of the baby wipes in the glove box.

And by the time he reached the fairgrounds, he saw Steve skulking along the front of the parking lot, hopping over cracks in the sidewalk like the cutest little bunny.

It was the most adorable thing in the fucking world.

Billy pulled up next to him, blaring the horn and watching Steve startle at the sound.

He was wearing cut-off denim shorts like Billy’s, and a goddamn crop top. It had the silhouette of a horse on its hind legs, its mane flowing in the wind behind it, and Harrington American Rodeo brandished across his chest. It was cut just at his waistline, where his body nipped in right above his hips.

Steve smiled his pretty smile at Billy, just about skipping around the front of the car to slide into the passenger seat.

And Billy tried not to think about how fucking good Steve looked in the passenger seat of his car, those long fucking legs all on display, his thighs, thick and pale, covered in dark hair.

“Hi,” Steve was leaning with one elbow on the center console, putting himself in Billy’s space, and Billy was thankful for his dark aviator sunglasses, as his eyes went wide and probably panicked with Steve moving in so close.

Because if Steve was leaning in to kiss him, that kinda feels like a lot. And Billy’s not a prude, not by any means but he's, he’s got lines, and rules, and-

Steve just knocked his head into Billy’s shoulder, leaning back to buckle his seatbelt, like headbutting Billy’s shoulder was casual and normal.

And fuck.

Billy’s in so deep for this guy he barely fucking knows.

All he could do was push the car forward, and will away the flush on his cheeks. And pretend like he hadn’t jerked off to the person sitting next to him less than twelve hours ago.

“So. Billy. Tell me about yourself.” Steve shifted in his seat, turning to look right at Billy. “All I know is that you’ve got a kid sister, a cool car, and that you’re really hot.”

Billy smirked, turning to look at Steve over his glasses, found Steve biting his bottom lip demurely.

“Well, there’s not much else to know .”

“Oh, come on. Where are you from? How old are you? Shit, probably shoulda asked that sooner. Please, tell me you’re not fifteen or something.”

“I’m literally driving, right now. And relax, Pretty Boy. I’m eighteen next month.”

“Okay. Okay, good. I’m eighteen, by the way. Just so you know, that I’m not fifteen.” Billy shook his head, rolling his eyes with a smile. “But I still want answers to the other questions.”

“Well, I’m from here. Born and raised in San Diego. Uh, I graduated high school in May. And I work at the diner I’m about to take you to, which might be the lamest shit in the world, but they have good pancakes.”

“I like pancakes.” Steve was fiddling with some of the knobs in the car, turning the air conditioner up and down. Billy was just resisting slapping his hand away.

And then he reached for the volume knob on the radio, turning up the Ratt Billy had playing, and audibly scoffed.

“God, I should’ve known you liked this .”

“Yeah? What about it?”

“Just, you know. Sex charged drug-fueled hair metal.”

“Oh my God. What in the fuck ?” He gave Steve as incredulous a look as he could muster. “Are you a housewife from the fifties?”

Steve gave one of his excellent bright laughs at Billy, and Billy’s gut got a little bit gay and a little bit fluttery.

“Alright, Stevie. I’ll bite. What kinda music are you into? And if you say country I’m blowing my fuckin’ brains out.”

“Well, unfortunate then because, yeah. Fuckin’ country, man. Although, I prefer folk.”

“See, you call my music sex-charged and drug-fueled, at least I’m not listening to posers rant about their tractors.”

“Oh, no. I hate that shit as much as you do. I mean like, Johnny Cash. Willie Nelson, you know? Emmylou Harris, Marty Robbins, Miss Dolly. The good stuff. There’s like, a few modern artists that are doing the same kinda thing that I like. It’s all just stories and good music.”

“That’s all my music is. Stories set to music. And, you say my shit is drug-fueled, you do know that Willie Nelson is famous for being a stoner? And that Johnny Cash publicly dealt with addiction and all that?”

“Well, yeah, but they’ve got class.”

“Okay, Cowboy. I’ll let you die on that fuckin’ hill while I party it up on mine to some eighties metal.”

And Steve reached out to shove Billy lightly, laughing while he did it.

“Agree to fucking disagree then. Just take me to pancakes and don’t try to reason with me about shitty music.”

“Then change the subject. Tell me other things about you besides your terrible music taste.”

Steve leaned back in his seat, blowing out a puff of air.

“Uh, I mean. Jeez. I don’t do much besides the rodeo, you know? Just movin’ all over the country.”

“That must be. Exhausting.”

Steve reached out to brush his fingers against the dashboard mindlessly.

“It’s not so bad. I try to make friends in the towns, you know? Makes it kinda fun.”

“Where were you born?”

“Indiana. Really small town. My mom and I stayed there for three years while my father traveled around. I’ve been on the road since.”

“Holy shit. Since you were three? Did you, like, go to school?”

“No. Uh, I actually have a tutor that’s on the road with us, and I’m. You know. Supposed to get my high school diploma soon. I’m behind schedule since,” he waved his hand flippantly. He was staring at his lap, playing with the frayed hem of his shorts. And Billy was grasping for another subject as Steve’s cheeks went red. Because obviously school, had struck a nerve.

“What kinda horse is June?”

“She’s an American quarter horse. That’s the usual type for most rodeo events. They’re good ranch horses because they’re a little more compact. I’ve been with June for five years now, and she’s a beast. I’ve got two others with me, on rotation so that none of them get too tired doing the shows over and over. June, Patsy, and Loretta. They’re all quarter horses, and each one is only about fourteen and a half hands tall. I like my horses a bit smaller for tie-down.”

“I understood, honestly, like, nothing of what you just said.”

Steve tossed his head back, laughing loudly over the radio at Billy’s confusion.

He laughed a lot.

Billy liked it.

“Don’t worry, I’ll teach you rodeo slang. You’ll be a natural,” Steve said, reaching out to where Billy’s right hand was resting on the gearshift, wrapping his finger’s around Billy’s wrist.

“What about their names?”

“All ladies of country. Loretta Lynn, Patsy Cline, and June Carter. Carter-Cash, I guess. She married Johnny but had a career in her own right.”

“Jesus, you’re a fuckin’ hick.”

“You’ve said that before. Just because I’m in the rodeo-”

“No, it’s because you’re in the rodeo, and listen to country music, and wear fucking cowboy boots -”

“They are literally made for riding horses, okay? That’s why they were invented .”

Billy rolled his eyes again, but he was smiling brightly as he pulled into the diner parking lot.

It wasn’t too busy for a Sunday morning. Billy bets it’ll pick up in an hour or so for the brunch crowd.

He began working at the diner three years ago, bussing tables and washing dishes, getting paid under the table because technically, he was too young to work. He was a server now, usually taking the evening dinner shifts to miss that time when his dad was home from work.

The bell jingled above their heads as Billy held the door open for Steve, and Billy stuck his tongue out at the kitchen staff, leaning over the counter to swipe a few menus from the stack.

He led Steve to a booth in the back corner, waving at Lorraine, the older woman who was working their section, gesturing to the booth for Steve to take a seat.

“Wow. You’ve totally got this place on lock.”

Billy grinned at him, leaning against the wall to stretch his legs up on the booth next to him.

“I’ve worked here a few years. Kinda done all the staff positions. It’s a nice place.”

“Well, then what do you recommend?” Steve carefully opened the laminated menu, his big eyes flicking over the pictures on the side of every dish.

“Pancakes are good, so are the waffles though, if you’re into that. I like the full breakfast. Eggs, bacon or sausage, hash browns, pancakes, or toast. Kinda the best of everything.”

Steve snapped his menu shut, smiling softly at Billy.

“I’m trusting you with my breakfast here. It better be good .”

Lorraine approached their table, already pouring Billy a cup of coffee and sliding it to him along the table.

“You really love us that much you find your way in here on your day off?”

“Only you, Lorraine. Everybody else can fuck off for all I care.”

She shook her head, rolling her eyes at Billy.

“You want the usual cook-up?”

“Yes, please.”

She took his unopened menu, turning and smiling brightly at Steve.

“What can I get for you, Darling.”

Steve’s eyes were wide when he looked up at her, his cheeks starting to flush.

“Uh, just, the same as Billy, please.”

“You want a coffee?”

“No, Ma’am. Just a water for me please.” He handed his menu back, giving her a bright smile, his cheeks a soft rosy red.

Lorraine winked at Billy, nodding her head once in Steve’s general direction. Billy waved her off before she could say something embarrassing.

“Sorry, I get kinda weird sometimes.” Steve had pulled a napkin out of the dispenser on their table and was looking down at it, tearing off little chunks and rolling them into balls.

“That’s okay. Lorraine gets it. Plus, you were polite, and that’s all that matters. I wouldn’t be caught dead with you if you were an ass to servers.”

“Oh, God. My dad is such an ass when it comes to, really any staff. Like, servers, or, frankly, most of the people that work for him. Don’t even get me started on the animal carers. I mean, that’s probably the most important job at the whole rodeo, and he’s been trying to dock pay left, right, and fucking center.” Steve rolled his big eyes, huffing like Max.

“Wait, so your dad is like, the head of the whole operation?”

“My name is Steve Harrington,” and Steve pointed at his shirt, the name Harrington emblazoned over the horse.

“Oh damn. I thought that name was familiar when I saw the shirt. Figured I had just seen the rodeo name or something.”

“Nope. That’s me. A whole Harrington. My great-grandpa started the rodeo. He was, like, an actual ranch hand. Started one in the town we’re from. My grandpa was the one who got the idea to take it on the road. My dad came up through it like I did. He was in steer roping. And basically, his end goal is that I start running the whole show in a few years. Take over for him.”

“And, you don’t want to?”

“Nah. I don’t really have a brain for business. Don’t have a brain for much other than riding and tie-down, honestly. Don’t know the first thing about how to run a traveling rodeo.”

“Yeah, me neither.”

Steve smiled at him, but his eyes seemed sad, and his smile was tight.

“You got plans for next year? College or anything?”

“Nah. I think college is, on the horizon, but I’m taking a gap year. Saving up to move out and pay for school and everything. Probably gonna go to community college to save some money. And then maybe grad school?”

“That’s smart, you know? Finding ways to save up. My dad is debating pushing college on me. Like, if I do run the business, there’s some shit I should know going into it, right? But I think he also sees that I’m way too dumb for college, and, like, I don’t need a degree to get hired. I’ll just,” Steve made an upwards sweeping gesture with his right hand. A gesture that Billy understood to vaguely mean nepotism.

“What would you rather do? If not run the thing.”

“I like tie-down, and I could feasibly do it for a long time. I could branch into other events, too, like steer roping and all that. Same idea as calf roping but a different animal. Literally. It’s a steer. But I’d be content just doing the events until I croak. I have absolutely no desire to rise through the ranks, or whatever.” Steve rolled his eyes, balling up the little napkin wads he had made into another napkin from the dispenser. Billy appreciated it. He’s had to clean up crap like that from this very floor. “I just love being around the rodeo. The animals and all the people. I don’t really wanna be anywhere else.”

“At least you have something you love. Like, you’d be happy to do that for the rest of your life, and not in an I’ve got nothing better to do way, but in an, I’m passionate about this way. A lot of people don’t really. Get that.” Billy included.

It’s not that he doesn’t have passions, it’s just that they’re not necessarily sustainable to him.

He knows he’s dangling by a thread with his father. Knows after his eighteenth birthday, he should be ready to be kicked out or asked to pay rent at any time. He needs a career that’ll get him some fucking money if he wants to get out and cut off his dad entirely. He can’t be forced to go crawling back to him because he wanted to self-publish his gay ass poetry that never took off or drum in a rock band that went nowhere.

To name a few.

“Yeah, I mean. Sometimes I think that I probably would’ve never set foot in a rodeo if I wasn’t literally born into one, so I kinda wonder who I’d be if this wasn’t everything I knew, but I still really love doing it, and it’s something that I’m actually good at, which speaks volumes.”

They were interrupted by Lorraine returning, placing two identical plates in front of them, a glass of water for Steve, and pulling hot sauce and ketchup out of her apron pocket.

“You two let me know if you need anything else.”

Steve beamed at her, thanking her softly and Billy’s heart fluttered like a stupid idiot.

They tucked in, Steve shoving food into his mouth until his cheeks were bulging, chewing aggressively. It made Billy laugh and nearly spew coffee all over the table.

“I figured you’d have better manners, being the heir to a rodeo dynasty or whatever.”

Steve pulled a face, showing Billy the chewed-up food in his mouth.

“How’s that for manners?”

It was actually fucking funny watching him try to swallow everything stuffed in his mouth.

“It’s borderline painful watching you eat.”

Billy laughed as Steve flicked a piece of scrambled egg at him. It landed on his shoulder. Billy slurped it right off his shirt.

“See! Now, who's the one with no table manners?”

“Still you, Sugar. Still you.”

Breakfast was, like, actually fun.

Not that Billy was expecting it to be shitty, but he wasn’t expecting it to be as carefree, as easy, as it was. He and Steve just, kinda, clicked.

Steve was easy to talk to. He was easy to listen to, easy to laugh with, and even easier to look at.

He’s kinda, everything Billy has ever wanted in a person.

He slid his hand into Billy’s as they were leaving the diner, smiling shyly at Billy when he looked over at him.

And Billy stopped in his tracks, right there in broad daylight, tugging Steve by his hand closer to Billy’s body, sliding his hands up his arms, feeling over Steve’s shoulders, and down his back to settle on his hips. Steve wrapped both arms around Billy’s shoulders, leaning closer to him, almost pressing his whole body against Billy’s.

And it was easy. Kissing Steve was just as easy as talking to him, as laughing with him, as looking at him. It was simple and nice and made Billy feel something he really didn’t want to put too much thought into.

Something that was decidedly not easy.

They pulled away from one another, both their lips red and slick.

Billy opened the passenger door, and Steve folded himself into the seat with a ridiculous amount of grace.

And as Billy drove them aimlessly through the city, he tried not to think of the expiration date on this whole thing, on the dates listed on the back of Steve’s t-shirt.

They’ve got a little under a month together.

And Billy was determined to make that the best goddamn month of both of their natural lives.

[gamebunny-advance]

@Civilian AU!Anon

Here's Kayane of the Civilian AU! 

Aw, she’s pretty cute! I like the Miku-style detached sleeves, they’re a cute reference, and the emphasis on the Sakura blossom motif is cute too. I really like the transparent layer on her skirt! I’m a little curious to see how the “black light” phase is going to work since she’s already starting with dark colors. Maybe she becomes a blinding light, lol.

I also like the variations on the teams’ symbols/colors, so they’re still parallels, but still unique for the swaps. Very nice!

More thoughts under the cut since they got too long for the tags and I have some visual aids this time.

I knew that she’d be a mermaid from the silhouettes you sent in, but it’d also be cool to see a non-mermaid Kayane.

Fun Fact: Some of Sayu’s original concepts had her as a bunny themed idol. You can see some of this concept art on the wall during Sayu’s defeat cutscene.

I think that mixing themes can work, but I’m having a hard time following the through line between “Sakura” and “mermaid.” The through line for Sakura seems to be the Japanese pop idol influences. As mentioned before, there are clearly Miku influences in the design and Sakura are associated with Japan first and foremost. And that’s all fine, I think that isolated, all those themes could make a very cute character design.

I guess what’s throwing me off is that *neither Kayane or Sayu are associated with Sakura, so the addition of it makes me want to see an even greater emphasis on it rather than it just be an “icon” on her outfit.

I think I’ve said this before, but when it comes to AUs, I like to see a focus on what makes the AU different from the original, so since the Sakura theme is unique, I would love to see it get pushed further.

I want to see “Kayane if she was a virtual idol like Sayu.” more than, “Kayane if she was Sayu.” I know those statements sound very similar, but there’s nuance that makes them different. The former is a deconstruction and reconstruction of the pieces of each character, and the latter is a fusion of both wholes. Neither is necessarily better than the other, and they both have their places and uses, but I have a preference for the former most of the time.

As a personal example, let’s look at my recent Kun3h0 x 1010 swaps.

I would say that the first pass is closer is a “fusion” because it takes White and puts him Kun3h0′s outfit, just in his theme colors. There are some elements that changed to fit him: the belt accessory now resembles NJ’s screen instead of a rabbit, the heart motif was swapped for a star (I associate White with stars, but that isn’t a canon element), and the design on the boots changed from the speakers to more resemble the original pattern on the 1010s legs. And besides the outfit, there were some elements that were added/changed to keep Kun3h0′s elements from being completely erased: the skin turned pink because Kun3h0 has a human skin tone (and pink is a normal skin tone in the NSR universe) and his irises had to change from white to purple because the sclera aren’t black anymore.

The second pass first asks these questions: What makes a Kun3h0 unit a Kun3h0, and a 1010 a 1010? I decided that the most important parts of Kun3h0 were the rabbit-ear headphones, the boots, and the gloves, so those were going to stay no matter what. Instead of keeping the strict construction of the outfit, I kept the silhouette mostly the same. So he still has the crop top, the shorts, and the sleeves still taper outwards, but the design of the top was changed to be more sailor themed because a key-part of 1010s characterization is the sailor motif. To add onto that, a sailor hat was added to really push the sailor elements since a lot of the other iconography was dropped. The outfit colors were also kept monochrome and black was used in more places to better replicate the 1010′s original uniform.

To me, the fusion reads more as, “White in Kun3h0′s outfit.” while the deconstruction-reconstruction reads more as, “White if he were in the same series of robots as Kun3h0.” I don’t think either is significantly better or worse than the other, but there were different thought processes for both which came to different conclusions for the prompt, “Kun3h0 x 1010 swap”.

I hope that this explains and illustrates what I’m trying to get at.

I know that it would be kinda difficult to really “deconstruct” Kayane because her entire role/design revolves around her relation to 1010, so in an AU where she has nothing to do with them, it makes it a little harder to visually emphasize the things that originally characterized her. However, that being the case means that there’s actually more room to focus on new visual motifs like the Sakura to really make the design your own. You did it with Daphne & Jan with their new underwater motif, so I think you can do it here too.

Again, I really like the direction these are going, but I just know that they can be pushed so much further.

But I don’t always give the best advice, XP. They say that you know you have a good design not when you can’t add anymore, but when you can’t take anything else away, so me asking you to “push” the designs further might not be the best advice and shouldn’t be taken as an absolute. I can only tell ya what I want to see, not necessarily what’s the best choice.

*Strictly speaking, there is a canon flower!Sayu that appears on a poster in the Akasuka district. I find the design itself kinda underwhelming for a themed alt, (it’s no all pink Sakura!Miku), but I know it wasn’t made to stand out on its own: its function is to be a cute themed variation of the character, not totally reinvent her. It’s literally a little poster on the side of a wall that not everyone is even going to take the time to investigate, so I understand not wanting to spend too much time designing a more grandiose flower themed Sayu.

[hopeshoodie]

The 5 best and worst dressed islanders in S2

To begin, these are all just my opinions.

Starting off with a spicey take, I think Bobby’s the fifth most poorly dressed islander.  I say all of that tentatively because the individual pieces are good, I just think the pairings should’ve been better.

I like the shape of his clothes- the unbuttoned short sleeve patterned shirt is really hot right now, the short shorts for his swimsuit, patterned blazer- but I think a lot of the colors and pairings don’t look great.  His iconic button up shirt is fine, but the pastel pants, purple shorts, and hawaiian blazer could look better with different colors. 

The styling on the statement pieces could be better too. I wish he had a buttoned shirt underneath the hawaiian print blazer. I wish his swim trunks were patterned. I wish they had paired the unbuttoned shirt with some cigarette pants. 

He’s got the idea, but lacks the polish that some of the other male islanders have. Even Felix’s outfits seem to match better and have more cohesion.

But his kilt outfits goes off though. For his kilt and his button up short sleeve, I’ll put him head of the rest of them. 

My issues with Elisa’s outfits are much the same as Bobby’s- she has some unique ideas but I don’t like how the execution ended up.

I like her in the y2k silhouette- low rise swimsuits and pants, halter tops, and empire waist belts. But the fringe is a weird element, and it mixes a lot of modern stuff like the athletic straps and chains with those elements. 

As I’ve said before I think Elisa would be more of a silver and rich jewel tones kind of girl. 

Her sleepwear is... Tragic. I like the high waist with hip cut outs as an idea, but the top looks bad with it. The way the two athletic straps cut her body and the top looks to big... Not a fan. It’d be cute with a long/baggy shirt. 

Clothing made out of chains is super in right now- but the belt on the outside of the chains is Not It (TM) and the chains should be bigger (because as it is  I can’t tell if it’s thread/fabric or proper metal chain). 

I get that Henrik has a cohesive theme of granola, but that doesn’t make it not bad

I hate both of his tunic-style shirts. They’re too long and they don’t look good with his pants. Just crop them.

Wearing a carabiner on your pants? In the villa? Jail.

Those shoes are INEXCUSABLE you are not a 58 year old lesbian going kayaking stop it. 

This isn’t super suprising, but ugh I hate Blake’s styling.

The metallic fabric of her dress reminds me of that metallic stretch fabric that was really popular in the 2010s? Like the stuff that every other skirt in Forever 21 was made of? And the shape of it is super dated as well

WHO THOUGHT THOSE BUCKLES WERE A CUTE IDEA

In general, the shoes and buckles and design really give me 2012 Seventeen Magazine vibes

46 year old accountant motherfucker. I know he only has to wear vests and khakis to work, but this is his idea of what looks nice? 

THE SHOESSSSS. WHAT ARE THOSSEEEEEEEEE?!?!!

The button up shirt isn’t bad but why that shade. Why the nastiest, dingiest shade possible.

None!!! Of his jackets!! Match his pants!!!! They’re not the same shade where it’s a full suit and they’re not complimentary colors they just look bad together. 

There’s something to be said for different blazer styles (I love Elijah’s double breasted jackets, you don’t see that very often) but ugh I hate Carl’s. The pockets are too big, there’s too many auxiliary buttons, it just looks like an old man’s suit jacket.

All of his pants are belted and I hate the belts. I hate the belts they chose so much.

BEST DRESSED

I didn't finish making this post, but it was going to be

5. Rahim. He and Noah are tied for this position but Rahim gets it because Noah's casual denim jacket with nothing underneath is a miss. But they both have really nicely paired evening wear, swim trunks that suit them, and a defined identity within their wardrobe.

4. Arjun- his clothes are so well matched, he plays around with colors that all look stunning on him, he has a clear identity, and his wardrobe is a bit more unique than the other boys. Felix could be here with his florals, but that sleeveless hoodie is a crime. Elijah could also be here, I love his pairing a suit jacket and shorts and also his double breasted jackets, but I feel like the colors/fabrics clash.

3. Hope- she and Marisol both have really distinct, curated looks. I was leaning towards Marisol, but she kind of does the same thing over and over again- plain fabric in black or white with classic cuts. Hope is more creative, she has a clear theme and style but uses different patterns and all of her clothing creates different silhouettes. My only complaint with Hope's look is that she doesn't really have an identifiable color motif, but I love it anyways because the animal print is tasteful and distinct. Her prom dress is my favorite outfit in the show.

2. Lottie. Obviously. She has the most different outfits out of anyone, they all match her very distinct aesthetic but are different from each other enough to be interesting. Her prom dress is to die for.

1. KASSAM. The perfect balance of having a unique style but finding pieces that bridged the style and what would be typically worn on a reality show. I'm willing to bet Kassam has crazier looks but the looks he chose look polished, have a clear identity, are well paired, and have awesome finishings that make him and his clothes fun to look at.

[watanabes-cum-dump]

Rating Genshin Impact designs pt.2!

(part 1) 

Welcome back whales, f2ps, and everyone in between! Since the first part was pretty well received, I’ve decided to continue this series! 

Once again, I am not a professional artist of character designer, I am just doing this for fun since Genshin has a lot of good and bad designs

Aether

I LOVE HIM!!! I LOVE HIM SO MUCH!!!! LOOK AT THE SILHOUETTE! THE DETAILS! THE COLOUR SCHEME! 

Aether’s design is a fucking GODSEND from those shitty basic male MC looks. Ya know, the ones with dark basic anime boy hair and an outfit that’s about as imaginative as an unborn fetus. 

The use and placement of colours is so nice and I love the details all over him. He looks like your typical kind and princely character, which is honestly how I imagine his personality. Also idk why but I love the fact he’s wearing a crop top, it’s just so refreshing to see an MC that isn’t in a regular outfit or a full suit of armor with a shitty silhouette.

He looks sleek and leaving him in mainly black and other neutral tones ensures that he’ll look good with any element in his lights, gold also works with a lot of colours very well, so nothing ever looks awkward on him. 

I also love where they put the lights, it just works really well. Hell, even without lights he looks awesome, I could see Aether’s design without any of the elements lighting him up like a lightsaber. 

Also, it looks pretty comfortable for traveling, boots, gloves, and he’s gonna be walking and fighting a lot so a crop top is a good choice. The pants are a bit more loose for easier movement and he doesn’t wear too much armour that could restrict him. Love it. 

Overall, I love this design so much, I wish my colour placement was that good, bruh he looks like the friggin sun I love his design so much ;-;

Lumine

Ok so, I like this dress, and I like the design. It’s not my favourite, but Lumine is really cute and looks super dainty and doll like, but it just doesn’t speak as loud as Aether’s design. Idk I feel like it’s lacking something. I do love her hair though, it’s a super cute hairstyle and is leagues different from other generic blonde anime girls. 

The main gripe i have with this is that i don’t think a WHITE dress with a corset is a good outfit for traveling. There’s also just a lot of weird detail on the dress? Like there’s this weird part in the middle of the skirt where it looks like there’s metal? Just attached to the fabric? 

She doesn’t look like a traveler, she looks like a princess, and I guess that fits given that Aether is the one used in most promotional material, but I think this dress is more something she would wear when she joins the Abyss. 

Lumine seems so cool and threatening as a villain, I think her outfit really reflects that, like I said, she looks like a princess and the cool whites and blues really help with that. 

Overall.... I just don’t know. I don’t like it, it’s really easy to recognize but it’s just not as good as Aether’s. Sorry Lumine 

Mona

Ok, ok, ok, I LOVE MONA!!! Her colour scheme is so nice and not only is her design pretty, it tells you a lot about her. There are stars all over her, she’s an astrologist, her outfit is very intricate and it suggests a cocky personality, which is pretty true. 

The outfit looks so expensive though??? Like Mona how did you afford this? But it sells the mage vibe so well and aaaahhhh she’s just so pretty! 

Not a lot to say, she’s just pretty :3

Xingqiu 

I really like the top part and the shoes, my only gripe is the shorts. They look so out of place?? They look like workout shorts and just don’t flow with how elegant the rest of the design is. I feel like adding more detail to the shorts or just sticking with the “young noblemen from the 1800s” vibe and making them longer (and maybe pleated?) would seel the look a lot better. Don’t get me wrong Xingqiu, you work booty shorts better than me, but booty shorts that look like “athletic gear” from Walmart? On a young noblemen/martial arts prodigy? Yeah no, it doesn’t pass the vibe check. 

On the other hand, his shoes and shirt (and tailcoats) really sell his whole rich vibe better. I love how it sort of combines elements of Victorian London and traditional Chinese clothing, it works so well. I just wish I could come of with something as creative. 

I see a lot of people dunking on his haircut but I like it personally, it’s very recognizable. The fact that the right is really short and flat just kind of pisses me off? Idk maybe that’s just me. 

Overall a very good, well thought, and creative design. 

Chongyun

Ok, next to me loving Chongyun so much, I just- look at his design. There is so much to unpack and I love all of it. 

It combines modern day fashion with traditional Chinese clothing and it just does it in such a natural way and looks so fucking good??? Like the hoodie over the qipao? The baggy pants and the shoes that allude to him as a martial artist? Immaculate. 

Cryo characters all have such nice designs, Miyoho really does play favourites. Like there is not a single cyro character with a bad design, all of them are 1) recognizable and 2) very very very very pretty 

(Also random thought but Chongyun reminds me of a k-pop idol? Like his haircut and the drip? Idk but peak k-pop energy)

His colour scheme is on point because why wouldn’t it be? You can tell that he’s sort of cold and that he definitely has ice powers, the placement is also just really smart. Chongyun has like four colours on him (gold, navy, light blue, white) and yet it’s just arranged in such a way where it’s so easy to recognize and sets him apart from all of the other blue and white characters with ice powers. 

I remember I saw a video titled “why you should play Genshin Impact” after I had finished BOTW, and I saw Chongyun’s design and being like ‘Oh wow, he looks pretty cool’ 

I love Chongyun so much and his design is a big contributor to that, and that’s all I have to say. 

Geo Daddy Zhongli 

BARK BARK BARK BARK GRRRRR AWOOOOOOGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAA-

Ok Zhongli is really hot. Like really, really, really, FUCKING hot. Like “he simultaneously raised and lowered my standards for the male gender” hot. How did he lower them? Bruh his spending habits, it makes him so endearing and cute I just- *dies*

(Zhongli I have Mora, you don’t need Childe I can be your sugar mommy-) 

Ok so let me start with his colour palette because awooga that shit is hot. Black and brown wasn’t a colour palette I expected to love so much but here we are. He definitely looks like he has earth powers, and it’s so nice. I have never seen any character who have brown in their colour palette, even if they do, it’s just their hair. 

And the fact that he’s wearing an elegant suit and yet has pauldrons? I love it so much. It speaks to him as a gentleman and a warrior, which is literally his entire personality and I love it so much. 

Once again we have a character who combines Victorian London vibes with traditional vibes and it is amazing. Like the tassels and the dragon motifs? The long ass tailcoats that aren’t practical for fighting but GOD are they hot? Yes. Yes to all of it. I just wanna tug on his lil tie and smooch him. 

I love how they just added yellow on the inside of his tailcoats, it’s really nice and helps break up the dark colours of his outfit I love Zhongli so much he is my comfort character and everything I don’t deserve :’)

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Hii so I’m really insecure about my small boobs(literally mosquito bites) and i really don’t know how to feel more confident about them😔Do you have any tips? Ps: I lovee your writing☺️

Confidence and acceptance comes with age. You will come to realize that anyone who is really into you doesn't care about what your boobs look like and will simply love them because they're yours. But, I recognize that this is hard to grasp, especially when media is always pummeling young women with this idea that they need a specific body type to be "attractive" when the reality is attractiveness comes from how you carry yourself.

We can take the logical approach. One, you'll never have back pain because of your boobs! XD Two, cute bralettes and crop tops are usually made for smaller chests that can go without a bra. Maybe you don't even have to wear a bra (you can if you want, of course). Three, know that there's nothing wrong wearing a push-up bra if you want to. Asian brands usually run small and are better suited for those with smaller chest sizes. Don't worry about what other people think. If you want to do something for your own comfort, do it. If someone cares about that bullshit, don't fuck 'em, they're shallow and shitty people. Four, small boobs are quite useful. Such as when you're getting railed from behind! Your boobs will cause you very little discomfort because they won't be bouncing around everywhere! :D

Okay, maybe that wasn't the answer you're looking for LMAO but I had to throw it in there, it's a valid point (I think)!

Next, is there another part of your body you're really into? Sometimes dressing to highlight your favorite body part (legs, for example) gives you enough of a boost of confidence that you think very little about your boobs because you're busy thinking, "Damn, my legs look good today!" I think being dressed in an outfit where you feel good can do a lot for building confidence. Baggy shirt, short skirt / tight pants combo is great (although full baggy is in these days too). Those tops with lots of volume on the chest and/or shoulders (ruffles, pleating. etc) and sweetheart necklines are an option if you would like a more feminine silhouette. Clothes can do a lot to change how you feel about yourself. You can create your preferred figure with just fabric.

Also, I know this might sound silly but, to be honest, not everyone is into big boobs. Someone might love your boobs just how they are. Maybe they're super soft and fun to squeeze. Maybe you have sexy nipples they're into. I've heard of guys saying they're "boob men" but what they're really into is the visual of the nipples and/or the quality of the tittes rather than the actual size of the breasts. Or they might be turned on by the idea that they can hold both at once and use their free hand for other things *wiggles eyebrows* XD

I guess what I'm trying to say is, instead of trying to think about what you aren't, think about what you are. Dress to flatter your body the way you like, know that people are attracted to those who hold their head high, and, who knows, someone might come along and be crazy about your boobs and you're just ??? but, hey, it could lift your insecurities away because someone is so into you that you might not even care anymore.

Keep in mind that it is also possible that you reach a stage in your life where you find that you have too much other shit to think about and no longer worry about your boob size.

¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Life is strange. It could happen!

Lastly, if plastic surgery is something that you are committed to as a goal, wait several years and sit on that idea before going to look for a reputable surgeon. Typical price for a good surgeon is around $10,000 (USD, in USA), but of course do lots of research if you live in a different area. Always look closely at pictures of their work and make sure to look for body types + ethnicities that are similar to yours. Be willing to travel if needed. Do not try to cut corners! Put the money in and get it done right the first time.

I am not someone who is against people changing their bodies if they really want to. If that is what you want to do and it's for your own personal happiness only, then you should treat it as serious life change. Wait until you have a job and make enough expendable money that you have earned by yourself to pay for it. Your body, your choice, and your money.

Trust me, there are those with big boobs (and back pain) who wish they had what you have. You are great the way you are <3 and you have the power to change if you so desire!

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(please don't get knocked up just for bigger boobs LMAO please think about it, a baby is way more expensive than a boob job o_o)

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Lan Wangji: Armored in Silk and Lace

AKA Lan Wangji’s costumes in the Untamed, part 3/9

Today it’s time to discuss the outfit that’s definitely in contention for the title of Most Extra™. As usual, I’ll talk of the costume both in terms of what it consists of and how it ties to what’s going on in the plot.

Lan Wangji wears this outfit during the evil summer school in episodes 11 to 14, and is furious for about 90 % of the time. He also confesses his love, only for Wei Wuxian to pass out without actually hearing it, so things are going just great for him all in all.

The Costume

This was a fun one to analyze, because it looks fairly simple at a first glance, the silhouette is much like his first outfit, but when you start to really look at it, you’ll spot a lot of detail going on. Also for some reason getting good screencaps of this one was a nightmare, but I think you’ll get the gist even with what I got.

This outfit is notable for a couple of reasons; it’s his first completely white outfit (excluding the forehead ribbon and waist ornament, those are the same as always), his other fully white outfit is the next one. It’s also the first time there’s no cloud embroidery anywhere, the other time is the outfit he wears when they go to the temple in the end. I’ll talk of the in-universe reasons in the context section, but the fully white look is a very wise choice also from the costuming perspective.

As you can see above, the silhouette is once more a formal one, with the wide sleeves and the robe falling freely over sash. The color is pure white, as opposed to Nie Huaisang’s off-white in comparison, but you might go back and look at the first outfit for example, and notice the white here seems warmer than in any of his other white outfits. Usually, while the white fabric in LWJ’s costumes is always pure white rather than a tint of any kind, it takes a little of the blue hue from the inner robes. It obviously doesn’t happen here, and the fabrics used are also somewhat less shiny than in his other costumes, which helps it reflect the warm tones back (as opposed to the next, also all white outfit, which is made of shinier fabrics).

From costuming perspective the choice makes sense, because this outfit is worn outdoors under sunlight, in Qishan with its reddish light, and in the cave in firelight, all of which are environments where the full white works at least as well (natural sunlight) or better (Qishan and the cave) than with the blue underlayer. The textures of the fabric also look great especially in the dim light of the cave.

Now let’s get to the details! The most obvious thing is of course the lace overlay on the outer robe which is not only gorgeous, but a relevant factor in consideration whether this is the Most Extra™ outfit. I also love the texture of the fabric on the lapels and sleeve ends, with the same fabric also used in the layer below. In the title I called this outfit his armor, and it is so for him psychologically, which I’ll talk about later, but it’s also reflected in the very structured cut of the second robe, which has much starker pleating than his outfits usually do. There’s also a bit of lace in the panel on the front, and the sash is similarly criss-crossed as it was with his previous blue outfit.

I had to settle for a screencap of him crouching to get even a half decent look of the bottom of his robes, because mostly you can’t see half of the detailing. First, there is the panel of lace that continues all the way down in front, and you can also see the pressed pleating. Also, if you look at his right knee (resting on the ground), you can see yet another fabric that has a sort of circular texture going on (may have to zoom in on this one), again something that you’re likely to miss on the screen, but must have been great for Wang Yibo to know that every bit of the costume was as elaborate as LWJ’s should be.

And finally, my favorite detail and the one that in my book yields the title Most Extra™ for this outfit, the boots! Sorry about the awkward cropping, I didn’t want to have the leg wound visible, since that’s potentially a less than great surprise in a costume post, and this was pretty much the only scene where you could get a good look at the boots.

I mentioned in part 1 that it's a hell of a power move from the Lan Sect to have white boots in general, but look at these. Boots made of white brocade? Truly incredible, and obviously used here since we get a good look at them by virtue of LWJ’s leg wound. Once again I applaud the costuming department for commitment.

The Context

LWJ is back in white, which broadly means that he feels drawn to his duty to his sect more keenly, and in this case I’d argue it’s mixed with mourning for the burned Cloud Recesses and the loss of his home, hence the all white outfit. He’s also terribly vulnerable and alone when we first see him in Qishan, he’s escorted in by the Wens rather than arriving with an entourage like the others, he’s been questioned and beaten for who knows how long by that point, he’s injured and has to use his spiritual energy just to walk upright, and he’s worried about his family. Of course, he’s not going to let the Wens see it’s getting to him, and his outfit is one of the few things he can control, so he does, to a degree at least.

The lack of cloud embroidery might in-universe be because he was not allowed to have it, considering the embroidery acts as a talisman that can protect the wearer from some forms of harm (remember how in episode one the puppets didn’t like them).

They may be made of silk and lace, but his robes are his armor right then, the very formality and how impeccable they are despite everything is giving out the signal that even in these circumstances he’s still the Second Jade of Lan. It’s costing him though, and he again has drawn a wall around himself and doesn’t spare a glance at the others, including WWX, he’s laser focused on Wen Chao with all the fury he has. Of course, the day ends absolutely miserably with them having to relinquish their swords just to add insult to injury, and giving him even less things he has control over. (This is not a weapon design post, but Bichen is really pretty.)

There is a huge difference in the way he now interacts with WWX compared to where they left off in Qinghe, even taking into account that LWJ didn’t actually let WWX see quite how much he’d softened toward him, but now the barrier is fully up again, and WWX is doing his best to batter it down once more. He can of course see it’s different compared to how their early interactions were, now LWJ isn’t annoyed at him but just ignores him, likely at least partly out of necessity because he has no energy for anything else, but also because he’s so aware of representing his sect in this dangerous time, and he can’t afford to be distracted. WWX of course finds out only later what has happened since their parting, and then understands better why LWJ behaved as he did.

Of course, LWJ might be on his last legs and tied by his duty, but the fact he cares about WWX hasn’t changed, and while he can ignore both the questioning and the antics, he won’t just stand by and let him be hurt. This, of course, is a mutual feeling for the two of them, as we see later during the walk toward the cave. In fact, they’re on something of a mirrored journey right here, having to think of their duties toward their sects, but when push comes to shove, they will always help each other.

When they're left behind in the cave there is a brief lull in the push and pull conflict going on in both their hearts, and for a bit they can just focus on surviving together. WWX pulling LWJ’s ribbon off is a neat symbol for it, as if removing the duty for a bit, and the conversation following is fully personal even though their worry for their families is there at the back of their minds at all times.

There’s also the only moment of peace for LWJ while wearing this outfit; when he falls asleep and WWX gently covers him with his robes, and later in the morning puts his ribbon back on. LWJ really had no defence against falling in love with WWX, when assaulted both by the fact WWX isn’t at all bothered by the icy aloofness he portrays, and the casual caring acts.

After the relatively calm night it’s back to no fun times to be had, with WWX nearly dying in the aftermath of the battle. Here we get perhaps the most pointed example of how LWJ is at this point in his life pulled into two directions. He sings the song he composed and named after the two of them to WWX, even saying the name aloud and practically confessing to his feelings, and then leaving without waiting for WWX to wake up when they’re saved, because he knows that since he can, he needs to return to his family and see what they can salvage of their home. A “fun” thing for him to contemplate, by the way, is whether things would have gone differently when they reunited in episode 20 if he’d stayed at least to see WWX back awake. Who knows.

Next time we’ll have another fully white outfit and LWJ not having a particularly good time wearing it. Hopefully there’ll be plenty of scenes from which to get good screencaps, it feels like struggling with both the angst and difficulty of capturing should be too much to ask. 😅

(You can find the rest of this series via “lwj costume series” tag below, or through my blog contents page. I’d link for ease of access but the links make it disappear from tags, so. 😒)

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I’ve finished my first RWBY fanart, featuring our main team in Vacuo outfits! This was a sketch that got very out of hand, but I now have a much better understanding and appreciation for team RWBY’s character designs. Design notes under the cut.

Ruby:

Based mainly on her Atlas arc outfit, modified for warmer weather. Her tights-shorts combo is now bike shorts under the skirt, boots are shorter like her earlier outfits, and she no longer has sleeves. Her cape now attaches at her shoulders like Qrow’s so there’s less heat-trapping fabric around her neck, and the neckline of her corset is styled like Summer’s, an homage to her two biggest role models as a Huntress. Ruby’s outfits are probably the most consistent, so I didn’t make many changes. The shorts break up her usual color layout a bit, but tights would be terrible in a desert so I think it’s worth it.

Weiss:

No sleeves for Weiss is another color layout break, but she’s from Atlas, so she needs all the ventilation she can get in Vacuo. Instead I gave her a capelet to keep the shapes on her torso similar, and brought back the white-to-blue gradient from her first outfit in a stronger shade. Having her hair in a bun loses some of her signature asymmetry, so I tried to compensate by adding a glove on her sword hand. Now completely free of Jacques’ influence, the red in her outfit is much more prominent, with a double-breasted Swiss waist that visually echoes Willow and Whitley’s vests to show how the family is unifying.

Blake:

As the period romance hero, Blake’s outfit takes inspiration from 1800’s men’s fashion with a white tailcoat, black riding pants, and knee-length boots. The color layout is based on her (best) Mistral arc outfit with gold detailing for Bumbleby and a brighter purple as she regains her confidence, though the silhouette is closer to her Vale outfit. Cutouts in her pants above the knees give her needed ventilation. Those, plus the detached sleeve and diamond cutout on her undershirt, are references to both Kali and Sienna, honoring her identity as a Belladonna and future leader of the White Fang.

Yang:

Yang’s outfits are the second most consistent, so I kept a lot of design elements from her Vale and Mistral outfits in particular. Cropped jacket with prominent lapels over a tube top, belt plus belt wrap thing, mid-calf boots, the usual. Her jacket is a vest this time and she has shorts and thigh-highs for the warmer weather. Realistically I should have given her cargo shorts with cool greaves on her boots instead, but I really wanted to reference this maiden thigh-highs joke for the Spring Maiden Yang theory. Her color palette varies from outfit to outfit, so I picked the Mistral outfit version for this.