#MASHA'ALLAH

[surajmukhi]

alhumdulillah I’m so beautiful 😭❤️ I spend so much time not loving myself it’s so criminal

[imth3reason]

I am officially done fasting, alhamdulillah

[joffyworld]

DO

THE SPIDER

[Scheduled/Asleep] (suggestive warn)

Pros of sharing a crown with your god and yourself: they can heal you automatically when you're hurt! Woohoo! Random wisdom spells placed into your brain to cast healing!

Cons ? Uncontrollably horny god when youre the one struggling with heat . Even worse when youre handling it relatively okay and your god didnt know mortals went through this total baloney. Asalamualaykum

[pagan-corruption]

I understand it's well intentioned and a lot of Westerners feel helpless to the situation, but it's giving "80 year old paying grandson's bail with iTunes cards"

[bakrarabize]

Shukran - Gratitude for my Brothers

As Salamu Alaykum!

In the brotherhood, gratitude is of great importance. It is the humble recognition of the efforts of the brothers who support our movement and support each other. In this post, I will convey my gratitude to all of my brothers so that I may become closer to them. 💚💚

I have not yet reverted, but I know that I have Allah to thank for all of my brothers and my progress towards this goal. I want to say Masha'Allah that my joining of this brotherhood and the brothers I have met so far has been provided for me. 💚💚

The Pharaoh, may peace and glory be upon Him, admitted me and granted me my name Bakr and my image to conform with my brothers. I am grateful for what He has done for me. I aim to greet and offer peace to Him every day. 💚💚

I want to thank Emir Basim @basimarabize, may peace and glory be upon him. He is my brother and Emir and through his posts I came to this movement. His posts taught me my place in this movement and he patiently explained all within the brotherhood. I am grateful for his support and discussions and the peace this has led me to. He supported my acceptance in the brotherhood and I know as my brother he will help my journey to reversion. 💚💚

My deepest gratitude goes to my brother Basit @basitarabize, may peace and glory be upon him. He has been a strong source of my learning and acceptance of this new chapter of my life. His vision and alignment with the brotherhood is an inspiration and as my brothers will have seen from my conversation blog posts with him, he is a brother I am close to and am very grateful to. 💚💚

I also want to show my appreciation for brother Amir @amirarabize, may peace and glory be upon him. He provided me with an arabised image of myself with a great eye for detail and aesthetics. He welcomed me as a brother and I hope to learn from him further. 💚💚

I want to thank Abdul Hakeem @abdulhakeemarabize, may peace and glory be upon him. He is also from Al-Anaqiyya and offered advice and inspiration for my journey and eventual reversion. 💚💚

I will also thank one of our latest brothers: Abderraheem @abderrahmanarabsize, may peace and glory be upon him. Hearing his experiences in my own country and others in Eurabia is a great source of comfort and inspiration. 💚💚

I must also thank brother Raahil @raahilarabize, may peace and glory be upon him. He reached out to me so warmly before I was a brother and supported me to join the brotherhood. He has lit my path and I thank him for that. 💚💚

All brothers, may peace and glory be upon them, I have not yet spoken to or not mentioned by name, I have gratitude for being part of our movement and brotherhood. I hope to talk to and learn about all of our brothers and to receive whatever messages you want to send. I will endeavour to send a greeting to all my brothers every day Insha'Allah. 💚💚

I will no doubt have more gratitude for other brothers, may peace and glory be upon them, that I will add in future. 💚💚

As Salamu Alaykum Ikhwan 💚💚

[soupedepates]

New Year's Eve part.10

Continuing the saga!

Sigi and Kaizarz belong to @corneille-but-not-the-author

Oli belongs to @thal-ent

Tyr and Fenrir belong to @hel-phoenyx

And Meili belongs to @azeler

He loves me. He loves me. He loves me. He loves me. He loves me. He loves me. He loves me. He loves me. He...

I am doodling on my diary with pink and glittery ink, small hearts and writing the name of the persons I love. Oli. Kaizarz. Tyr. Sigi. And damn. He loves me. Sigismund loves me.

He loves me, you understand? He loves me!

He loves me... So perhaps they love me. So perhaps I am wrong and I am lovable. I deserve to live and I am loved and that's not just in my head or in my dreams.

And

Yeah

Fenrir.

I have gone too far; I should apologize. But damn, all I wanna say to him is "Drink my fucking period blood and choke on it". There is a "i h8 im" in light purple next to his name. Honestly, ACAB. But ACAB is mostly for him right now.

And.

Oh wait a sec my sister's calling.

"Salaam, Qamar, what's up?"

Funny that my sis is the only one going solely by her Arabic name. Egill is only called Walid by our grandma and aunts. Sigsteinn is never referred as Fahd. And I... Welp. I cut contacts with my parents - should've not blamed me for getting pregnant with my maths teacher at 17. BUT BEFORE THAT, it was Masuda with the elders, and Domhildr otherwise.

But then again, I am the only one of my siblings with an almost perfect white-passing.

"Alaikum as-salam, you who have played dead for what, seventeen days?" my sister playfully answers. "You sound awfully happy, masha'Allah that's a pleasure to hear after Oli told me you were extremely under the weather. I've got good news for you: Umran is coming in France with his side of the family for the wedding! I'm so excited to see aunt Hafsa and uncle Omar!"

I can't help but giggle.

"And that comes to my second point: I invited all your friends to my wedding, they should get the invite during the week," she tells me as I'm starting to chuckle. I have more or less an idea of what her wedding might look like, so the thought of Kaizarz and Tyr dancing dabke and Meili surrounded by Arabs, with my hijabi aunts, sister and cousin, and also the smile of Oli before the profusion of good food, makes me giddy. She resumes her speech: "Which means, as my beloved big sister, you have a plus one to choose. I was thinking about the "new guy", I would be delighted to meet him properly."

I blush so violently I think Qamar can hear it through the phone. I smile, sigh like a diva, and compose my answer.

"I am still not on good terms with our parents, you know, and I don't want to put Sigi through it. He is, like, a knight in shining armour y'know, and I really don't want him to know about that thing."

"It's not like it was your fault."

"But it was", I laugh. "I opened my legs."

"Domhildr, I..." She is likely rolling her eyes right now. "I won't have that conversation with you. The conversation we will have instead is that my wedding."

"You want a religious celebration, the big fat Lebanese wedding, right?"

And the Lulea would love to spend a lot of money to prove immigration hasn't left them paupers. Eh. At least my baby sister will have a princess wedding and I'm happy for her.

"On that point, we decided with my fiancé that the nikah will be at the mosque."

"...are you saying I should tone down my girlboss energy?"

"Only for the nikah", she exclaims. "You can change afterwards, but if you can dress modestly for-"

"Qamar, y'know what? I'll wear modest clothes and make the veil sexy. Just as God intended."

Because it's your wedding and even if I hate not dressing like myself, it is your big day. I can make it work. She chuckles on the other side of the phone.

"Thanks Masuda. It means a lot for me."

"Gotta repay for the time I framed you for breaking that window."

She laughs again. Damn. My baby sister is growing up so fast.

***

"Yaaaay, you made it!" I shout as I see Sigismund, very sexy in a civilian attire I must say, just before I come to hug him tight and put a light kiss on his cheek. I love him. He loves me. I am happy. "I wasn't sure you would be down for shopping so I'm sooo glad you're here!"

"I am glad to see you in a better shape," he softly says while his gaze tenderly covers me. "And I'm not sure I understood your story about a wedding... can you elaborate?"

"My sister's getting married. In May. Big wedding, and she is a pious Muslim, so she and her guy want to do the nikah at the mosque. I need modest clothing and a pretty scarf for my hair, y'know. Can't show up before the imam with my microskirt, tattoos, and quite wonderful cleavage." He lets out a cute giggle. "And I wanted to have you as a plus one. Everyone of my squad already got invited, and you're really important to me so... DON'T PANIC IT'S IN MAY I DON'T HAVE THE PRECISE DATE YET. JUST... just think about it."

"...Yes because it is so sudden and my father is..."

"Do I love you or your father?"

He stays silent. His cheeks redden instantly.

"And we haven't defined our relationship yet and..."

"Shopping and then coffee for the big big talk?"

He nods. I put my head against his arm, all smile and giggles, before taking his hand in mine.

"I may know some people so don't panic if I get heckled in Arabic, for, y'know, the wedding. From what I've gathered from my brothers they invited a LOT of people. And the groom is quite a social butterfly. He is a nice man, really, Amine is a dear and they have such a romantic love story... and he knows a lot of people and he invited them."

He suddenly looks pale. I squeeze slowly his hand.

"Hey. Breathe in. Breathe out. We're just going shopping. I'll handle the social interactions, okay? And if you're uncomfy, tell me and we're leaving and calling it a day."

"...Okay", he whispers, still with that preoccupied expression on his face.

"Hey Sigi..."

"What?"

"I'm really happy you're here and you're spending time with me. You're just wonderful."

His face softens a bit. That's a win.

***

As soon as we entered the store, the auntie, who is also the one running the place - I'm coming here for modest clothing and, more importantly, cute modest clothing - and who is a good friend of my mother and my maternal aunt, calls me out in Arabic by saying: "Ya'Allah Masuda you haven't changed! I've heard you're a cook now, that's great, you're independent! You're here to prepare Qamar's wedding, right?"

"Aha, you know everything, auntie", I reply instantly. I haven't always liked Khadidja. She has had a lot of charadev since I left my parents' place. From quite a judgy person she has become a way more understanding woman. I know she has a daughter she loves more than anything in the world, girl is younger than me and Qamar, and I think it helped. "I need a cute dress, a cute scarf for my hair, but if you have an ensemble with pants that would do I'm taking it."

"And who is this beautiful boy, Masuda? Is he your husband?"

"What is she saying?" Sigismund asks, puzzled and confused while seeing me quite violently blushing.

"Nothing, she is saying nothing, w-we're going this way!" I shout, red as a poppy, almost dragging Sigi with me, while auntie Khadidja has a hearty laugh.

Auntie Khadidja doesn't only sell modest clothing for weddings and stuff. No no no. She sells formal clothes for women. From very the Occidental wedding dress to cocktail dresses and formal women suits, with of course what I am looking for. Aaaaaah, that dark red dress is divine but wayyy too revealing. Sigi's looking at it too. Quite intensely even. Touching the fabric. Pensive.

"She is pretty, ain't it?"

"What?"

"The dress, I mean", I precise.

"Ahem... yes? Ahem..." He looks for his words. "You would look great in it but I thought you wanted modest clothes..."

"Not my size anyway. Too long. But you should try it", I suggest.

"What? No, I..."

"You should. It's decided", I claim as I take that beautiful piece in my arms. "The fitting rooms are this way and I want you out of it in this heavenly stuff."

"Doesn't the manager of this store would be mad at me for that?"

He seems genuinely terrified. Like a kid. Almost about to cry. I manage to slowly take his hand, and murmure to him:

"Auntie Khadidja's beloved daughter came out as a trans girl like five years ago, and if Khadidja is still quite conservative on a lot of things she doesn't care who tries on her dresses anymore, be it a man, a woman, a non-binary person like Oli, she couldn't care less. As long as she can do business it's all good. She's a businesswoman. And I will spend more than a hundred bucks here so she will be delighted."

"I..."

"It's just a dress. Just fabric. Really pretty, but overall just fabric. That doesn't mean anything profound, y'know."

He whispers almost like a sob. "...You're sure I can try it?"

"Positive."

"That you won't see me as a degenerate?"

"If anything I will see you as the hottest stuff around~"

He has a faint smile and pink on his cheeks. He is so cute. So fucking cute. And look at him go to the fitting room with the dress! Look at him disappearing behind the curtain... I browse through a couple of dresses to find another one that could fit him. I think I'm onto something, right now. Really onto something.

Sigi moves aside the curtain and I've never seen such pure glee enlightening a face before. He looks at himself in the mirror with a smile. I look at his silhouette - oh my God is it legal to be that beautiful? My heart is about to combust.

"You're gorgeous", I say pathetically because I am no good with poetry. A better bard would have sung his beauty but I am just stunned.

"You think?"

Happy tears forming in his eyes. They're like pearls, jewels highlighting the beauty of their bearer.

"I am sure. 100%. You look... woah. You're dashing."

I tilt my head to the blue dress, which provides more coverage but with princess sleeves and a short train. It's made for a maid of honour I suppose.

"Wanna try this one too?"

"Can I?"

He suddenly looks so excited. Wallah he is so cute.

***

But the dreaded moment arrives. I have to choose my outfit. And Sigismund is way more into it than I am and that's so fucking adorable. He's more and more comfortable with feeling the fabrics, the laces, the silk, the satin...

"You need a shawl for the religious ceremony, right?"

"Yep", I sigh, not particularly thrilled at the idea to veil. I mean, when I was praying, well before I distanced myself from religion, I did use to veil to pray. "You know, to cover my hair at the mosque. But as soon as the nikah ends I'm throwing it."

"I think this one would be really cute on you", he says while handing me a long shawl, light fabric, gauze probably. Its colour variation reminds me of the sea, with its silvery reflects. "You could use it as a scarf too, it would suit you really well on the daily."

I try to wrap it over my head and my shoulders, very loosely. I don't aim to look like my most practising family members, but hey.

Very demure.

Very mindful.

And the fabric feels fine.

"I like it", I admit. "Now I have to find something that goes with it."

"On that point..."

With a devilish - and so sexy - smile, he shows me an iridescent bluish dress. Covering everything, of course, but quite figure-hugging until the hips.

"Try this on."

Oh babygirl I don't need to try this on. The mere fact you picked it for me makes me love it.

But I try it anyway. And it fits like a glove, it's just a tad bit too long. Sigi looks at me with sparkles in his eyes.

"You're stunning."

I go back to change, butterflies swarming in my stomach. Immediately as I get out of the fitting room, I kiss him on the cheek, wait for a second contemplating his mouth. I put a light peck on his lips, before letting go and start running to auntie Khadidja to pay everything - my outfit, and the dress he finally chose.

"DOMHILDR!"

I laugh.

"Catch me if you can, or everything is on me~"

[doodle-bunstel]

They are so scrunkly idk ur style has improved so much that the skrunkles became skroongle binglies

I want to eat your Dust and Killer (they're so pookie)

AAAAAAA IM SO IM SO IM SO IM SO—

TY BESTIE 🥺🫶

[surajmukhi]

my Vegas trip fits for two days LOL

[deluluduck227]

El Ayla | Ez.Abde

Warnings: none, the tiny tiniest sex mention

It was summer already, Abdessamad wasn't summoned to the national team, indeed he was called out to play with the olympic football team and the tournament was set to begin in the late ten days of june. So it meant you guys were going to visit morocco. Abde was so thrilled to see his family since it has been an eternity since the last time he did, and so were you. It wasn't the first time you visited Beni Mellal, your husband's hometown, a beautiful and small city.

You were stretching you arms since you spent what felt like eternity in the car, the road's duration from Casablanca, where your plan landed, to Beni Mellal was 4 hours,so obviously you both grew tired, especially him cause he was driving. Abde told his mother that you guys will visit soon but he didn't specify when so it was like a surprise. You felt the hot breeze of the city against your body, agitating your long hair. Abdessamad's arm was now wrapped aroud your waist to draw your attention to him since you zoned out, your eyes wandered aroud his features but you didn't get the best view since it was dark.

" Let's go " He whispered in your ear, clearly excited, the thing that made you smile at his cuteness, you nodded as you made your way through the gate of the mini villa reaching the door. He exhaled, you sensed he was a little nervous so you held his hand, giving him a reassuring nod as he raised his hand to knock the door. Silenced ruled the atmosphere, you both heard footsteps coming closers, the door flicked open and revieled abde's mom. She was chocked at the unexpected visitors and before she could register, her son already threw himself at her, squeezing in a thight hug and kissing her head occasionally. You smile, your heart brusting with happiness at the sight before as you felt tears prickle in your eyes. Abde's mom engulfed you in a tight hold, kissing your temple and you let your tears flow, you felt warm, you felt home even tho it's not but wherever abde is it felt home. She then separated the hug, cupped your face in her palms smiling brightly.

" Masha'allah a bnti, ghzala " you smiled at her comment. " Come on inside, you must be tired"

" I'll grab the luggage quickly and join you " Abdessamad conceded and you both nodded and launched towards the living room, it was so traditional, a mix of off white and golden. You sat on the 'sdari' as she kept asking you about you, how your family doing and abde joined along with his father, you got up and kissed his hand of of respect as he gave you a side hug, you considered as your father. You guys kept chatting, doing the catch up and occasionally laughing. You felt your eyelids heavy as ever and you yawned, drawing your mother-in-law's attention.

" Bnti! You must be tired, go to sleep. Abdessamad, take your wife to your room. It's all clean, you just grab covers from the drawers." She exclaimed, rubbing your forearm gently as you nodded. You got up to follow abde who grabbed the luggage and mumbled a good night to them.

Abde's room was quite big with the king size bed that was centered. You hurried, oppening the windows to aerate the room since it was suffocated. You felt abde's arms snuck around your waist, his chin upon your shoulder, planting soft kisses on your neck. You leaned at his touch, enjoying the peaceful yet loud moment. You turned aroud so now you were facing him, wrapped your arms around his neck and they hugged long enough to hear each other's breathing. After a while, you separated the embrace earning a whine from him which made giggle.

" You ruined my parade" He accused childishly.

" Awa3di yana, I'm not going anywhere babe. Just wanted to change my clothes i'm exhausted. And you should do the same" You suggested, already openning your suitcase and grabbed a random sleepwear, doing the same for Abde who just smiled at how thoughtful you were, small gestures mean a lot for him.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The sun poured through the window causing you to wake up, you oppened your eyes to the unfamiliar ceiling then you switched your gaze from the roof to the warm bundle that was snuggled against your beating chest, his legs were caging yours, the same for his arms. He was a real Koala! And you weren't complaining. You tried getting up without waking up Abdessamad but you failed cause he jolted awake. You pitied him as he looked so tired so you patted his lower back gently and whispering " Just comeback to sleep babe." he hummed as response.

After doing your morning routine, you joined abde's mom in the kitchen, she was busy preparing el msemen, its scent was in the next level, it was the scent of a moroccan morning.

"Sbah lkhir Khalti" you greeted softly, kissing her forehead. She smiled at you first but she suddenly frowned which made you confused.

"Uh Oh, you calling me khalti! I'm disappointed ! you should call me Mama." She protested sweetly, making you smile. You nodded your head " Wakha a yma"

You offered to help her but she completly refused so you just sat in the lauchroom, sipping at your moroccan mint tea and chitchating with your mother-in-law who was beyond happy for your presence. You knew Abdessamad wouldn't wake up any time sooner.

"We have a long day awaiting for us." She exclaimed while the two of you were eating, Abde's father had some errand to run. She smiled after seeing your muddled features, then she continued

" We'll go to the Hammam near. " You could help but jolt from excitement, it has been an eternity since you went there, surely you exfoliate weekly in Spain but it isn't anywhere near The traditionnal Hammam. After you finished your breakfast, you insisted on washing the dishes and you made your way back to the bedroom, entering as quiet as you can so you'll not wake up your sleeping princess, you packed what you'll need and skipped quietly.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You were currently in your father-in-law's car, making your way back home after the never-ending hammam session. You felt like dying, the heat was too much for you to handle, your shoulders were sore from the exofoliating but nevertheless you felt fresh. You made your way to the house, meeting abde who was laying down in the living room and scrolling through his phone.As soon as he acknowledged your oresence he droped the phone and made his way towards you, the smile creeping to his face when he noticed your state. Your cheeks were rosy, it is ’serr dyal lhammam’, your hair was hidden under the 'zif Hayati', you were wearing an simple navy blue Caftan. His eyes traveled aroud your apparence and he loved what he was seeing. He came closer and planted a gentle kiss on your forehead, his hand between your shoulder and you couldn't feel more appreciated.

"Bseha ya omri" you smiled at his whisper but you made some distance between the two of you when you heard footsteps approaching. Abde giggled at you as you smiled sheepishly, you left the scene , heading to your room to put your things away and the next destination was the kitchen cause you thought some mint tea would be cool to serve at the moment, plus it would freshen you up. A while after, you were heading to the living room, holding a silver tray full of teapotand its glass cups.

" Lah irdi 3lik ya bnti, you shouldn't have done that you're my guest"

" Rbi ikhlik lili a yma, it's not a big deal!" You smiled as you started serving the tea, then you sat next to your husband who was beaming proudly.

" Abdessamad, Wallah if i ever found out you're giving here a hard time I'll disown you." your mother-in-law spoke firmly, subsequently she started giggling when she saw her son's offended featues, then she switched her her gaze to you and resumed " If anything happens you just call me and you'll see" you nodded firmly, looking at abde from the corner of your eyes who scoffed.

Your parents in law started chatting when your husband took it as an occasion. He leaned closer to you, fingers flicking at your earring.

"Babe you're driving me nuts. I missed you." You knew exaclty what he meant but you just decided to pull your dumb card, since his parents were literally in front of you.

" How can you miss me when i'm sitting next to you babe?" you responded, and had some troubles holding your laugh at his face.

" I missed you in bed !" he decided to play along, thinking he won.

" I literally slept next to you, you were clinging at me like a koala !" He shook his head, laughing unbelievably. The chitchat was enthusiastic, the hushed town added the fun. It's like you guys disconnected from your surrounding, forgot there's two ppl in front of you.

" I missed fuck-" you didn't let him complete his obscene sentence as you pinched his thigh. " Awa3di ana hchouma, Basl !" he gave a sheepish look and you knew he wouldn't stop anytime sooner so you escaped to the kitchen claiming you'll cook lunch.

This was requested! As you may noticed, i used the chamali slang, mine since i lived there my whole life so deal with+ plus i think it's cute <3

[joffyworld]

🌲🫵 "I know what you are"

Not even being away for two days in their own tent can spare them from Shamura teasing 💔

[Additional context ； Sozonius is a honeypot ant! Okay that's out the way LMAODQJJDSKFM—Shamura usually likes to have small chat with any of Lamb's new spouses and the newest spouse would so happen to be Sozonius - being engaged to him first rather than Lamb - and it being a funny coincidence]

anndd the inference was that sozo happened to be gone for a whole night while lamb was also sick in the same night and could only rest in their tent ,, being the attentive doctor he is He of course spends the whole night with lamb to make sure they're okay but shamura had a sneaky suspicion something else went on HESKCSCJ

Present homophobic dog image w shamura 🫴 it was a little humorous TT

anatomy was such a pain in the ass to do though it took me three hours jist cuz i struggled with allures arm 😵

Why is allures recent type old bugs bro like do you got something to tell us or.... 🤨🤨/silly

[smokefalls]

How lightly we learn to hold each blessing, as if it were the wind, trembling at an unlocked door. And still we wait for it, ceaselessly, the way a child would, patience pouring into each word, from one mouth to the next.

Sanna Wani, "Masha'Allah" from My Grief, the Sun

[dearicpayne]

ALLAH

Meaning "The God" and is derived from the Arabic definite article "Al - The" and "Ilah - God" to "Allah".

Cognates of the title "Allah" exist in other Semitic languages, including Hebrew and Aramaic. Arabic speakers within the Abrahamic faiths, including Christians and Jews, use the word Allah to mean God. This term for God predates Islam, and is clearly not limited to it, as early Christian bibles written in Arabic use the term Allah for God.

So, if you see someone dishonoring the title "Allah" they clearly do so out of ignorance and should be corrected, as insulting God never ends well.

Num 21:5 (JPS) And the people spoke against God,

Deu 31:13 and that their children, who have not known, may hear, and learn to fear the LORD your God,

Az-Zukhruf 43:63 (Yusuf Ali) - “When Isa [Yeshua] came with Clear Signs, he said: ‘Now have I come to you with Wisdom, and in order to make clear to you some of the (points) on which ye dispute: therefore fear Allah and obey me.’”

Insha'Allah means "Allah willing". Therefore it is said when someone expects to do something or promises to do it or when he hopes that something will be realized.

Masha'Allah means "whatever Allah wills". It is chiefly used as an expression of admiration or glorifying Allah for anything with which one is pleased. It is also usable in conditional sense, meaning "whatever Allah wills, will be realized."

Alhamdulillah means "praise be to Allah".

[procrasti-pastel]

Just wondering how you come up with costumes/looks for your characters

They look very stylish 💝💘

That's a good question (and MASHA'ALLAH TYYY💖💖)! To which I answer with:

✨️I simply find a specific fashion era to style your oc in✨️

The process in which I pick out a certain look for a character depends on the type of era/setting they are in. For example:

● Ansels' design is based off of a medieval jester, just less on the patterns and bright colors. His earthy tones are in contrast to the bright and vibrant jester aesthetic, while a part of his outfit remains a bit true to the nonsensical/wacky design of a jester costume.

● Mousai's design is just a heavily stylized version of a traditional Greek/Roman womens' toga(?), with a simple headdress and gladiator-ish leg and armbands, plus that iconic laurel (that has bronze pseudo-earrings on them)

● Khaloms' whole aesthetic/fashion taste is based around Russian costumes/uniforms/the Russian tsar, but with some ✨️ details and bling✨️ (beffiting of the fact Soleil is just, Russia blended with the Middle East).

● And lastly, Violets' design (or redesign, now) is a based off of the Japanese kimono, with a headscarf, with the second dress underneath serving as a callback to her short, but modest upbringing with a Muslim family before moving to Soleil.

The style varies between my ocs and the era's that they are based around in, but it also reflects a part of their personality/character through the way they dress.

Hope this helps💖✨️🌸

[useless-moroccofacts]

As a Moroccan I can't begin to describe the dichotomy between Palestinian and Moroccan cultures. And no, I'm not referring to this western material obsession with consumption culture (food, clothing, etc.). I mean real culture. The way we interact with our compatriotes. The way we see our own nations and country. The way we live our values. Palestinians are role models of love and compassion in ways that, as a Moroccan, I don't know if I can ever truly believe that my own people will reach someday. I always diss the Moroccan government but the people are no better. I've been investing more time in addressing our lack of respect and manners towards each other, the normalized misogyny that is rampant in our streets, the blatant antiblackness and colorism, etc.

I never saw any of that coming from the people of Gaza. We all saw how they hold each other, how they dig one another from rubble, how generous and kind they are in the face of incomprehensible horror. Tbarkellah Masha'allah. Palestinians literally need to be protected at all costs and I'm not saying this in a "uwu" way but in a this-is-the-only-population-that-survived-divide-and-rule-western-interference-and-arab-conspiracies-and-their-loss-would-be-a-blow-our-region-wont-ever-survive kind of way.

This world is so messed up. The West is so messed up. White supremacists and Zionists are the literal plague of this earth and need to be eradicated by all means necessary.