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frederickkittens · 6 months ago

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Sweet lolita through the years

Part 2

2005-2008 (ish) “midschool” sweet

Moving out of the oldschool era we start to see sweet Lolita becoming more like we know it today. While solid color mainpieces and simpler styling were still common, printed pieces and more accessories were becoming more popular.

This transitional period between oldschool and the iconic 2010s ott era is often left out in conversations about Lolita history despite it really having its own interesting trends.

In general this era was very glamorous in its trends- gyaru was a huge influence on the trends and you can absolutely see that influence.

This is the period where balancing colors and having elaborately themed coords started. Brands really started to have their own styles and identities.

As a sort of in between of heavy prints and solids appliqué prints and screen prints were very popular at the time. Brands put a lot out and the community caught onto this trend very quickly

I also often see coords from the early part of this era mislabeled as oldschool despite them already being quite modern. I do think there’s overlap, especially around 2005-2006 but familiarizing yourself with the styling differences makes it pretty easy to see the differences. The “new” way of coording at the time was far more sweet, more elaborate, more detailed, and more accessorized. THIS is the period where tea parties, modern usakumya designs, baby’s heart bags, and many other iconic designs that are often labeled as oldschool were made. Mislabeling them as oldschool both harms the ability to properly emulate oldschool and erases the history of the transitional period between then and the ott era. Wrist cuffs were also becoming common place at this point.

Printed socks started to become both more elaborate and more popular though lace topped otks stayed pretty common and popular in this period.

Jewelry got more detailed and cutesy. Plastic jewelry started to become more common, however more detailed metal jewelry was the majority of what you’ll see. Jewelry and socks that matched the motifs of dresses started to become the standard at this point.

Other accessories were very varied though mini Alice bows were really the most popular and common. A lot of fun and experimental headpieces like plastic headbands, mini hats, and the always iconic napayoshi bunny bonnet were made in this time.

Novelty bags and heavily printed totes also started to become more common and popular. Strangely it seems that plush animal bags fell out of popularity until the tail end of this era moving into the ott craze. Printed hand bags were the most popular, but some shaped novelty bags were still made- especially towards the end of this period.

This is one of the first Lolita eras where hair and makeup became a big part of styling a coord. With the popularization of gyaru you could see many influences in how Lolita’s did their hair and makeup both in this period and in the 2010s. Though the makeup was simpler and typically didn’t veer into full gyaru territory until the later part into the 2010s

More accessories like wrist cuffs, faux collars, brooches, gloves and little chains that clipped from one jsk strap to the other were seen at this time too. Faux fur in details was extremely popular with some brands even including fur trims on their mainpieces. Pearls, polkadots, charms, and florals were all also rampant.

Motifs were all over the place at the time but some of the most popular / common were: poodles, cakes / sweets, polkadots, Alice / card / trumps, berries, crowns, cats, houndstooth, florals, and crowns!

Thanks so much for reading, if you’re interested in reading more see: part 1 part 3

#egl history #sweet lolita through the years #lolita fashion #sweet lolita #angelic pretty

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froginabogg · 5 months ago

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tit tour gagged counter:

cutting off good luck babe after the first chorus and starting their intro announcement, this was the beginning of the end, i've never been more gagged in my life

the reveal of the first phedroom diorama

taylor barbie and ariana banana passing the bechdel test

the entire tour bus segment jesus motherfucking christ i'm still not over that one really

"were they married in japan??? let's ignore if gay marriage is even legal there" SCALPED!!! SCALPED !!!

calling phil a precious baby angel live on stage

the entire boxing match thing, that cunty intro video, the closeup camera following them, phil's silicone chest, yelling cunt live on the mother stage, "scared of my life without you", fucking put me on life support i think i'm gonna pass out

PHIL WATchiNG SUBWAY SURFERS AS DAN RANTS ABOUT INTERNET AND PARASOCIAL RELATIONSHIPS AND PRIVACY FUCKING GO OFF KING

the capitalester norman lore merch socks reveal, iconic

everything about Her

"fifteen years in december" i'm gonna throw UP

father philip leaning back real far and giving the entire front row a view straight into his shorts, filth absolute filth

i was already gagged when the metallic blue uke came out, i just about died when dan got down on one knee, but then he smashed it and they brought out the boyband choreo?? which dan fucking served on a silver platter by the fucking way

the tit grab,,, the tit grab,,,

rave time at the end

the way all of our signs went up all at once i'm fucking sobbing i love them i love the phans

#dan and phil #titspoilers #tit tour spoilers

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buttl0rd · 1 year ago

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I'm watching like a hawk for that new kid 🤲 THE BABY

ALRIGHT HERE HE IS!! lemme introduce you to the new kid 👉👉

this is carroway - he's the best 😎👽

this is gonna be a long post cause i have so much art and content to gush about. i love this kid 👇

Some fun character details:

he was originally supposed to be like the 90's movie tough bully kid but he's ended up just being a stupid asshole. he probably likes to think he's really cool and tough 💪

has 3 younger sisters, hates being outnumbered by girls

huge foodie and finishes whatever you don't eat. not fussy at all

always leaving his mittens outside. they get all wet and gross in the snow

affectionately ripping on everyone he loves. he's a total asshole but most people know he doesn't mean half the shit he says. the real ones tolerate him 😔🤙

he doesn’t know he’s bisexual (don’t tell him, he’ll find out on his own)

Hobbies & Interests

Aliens. Carroway is a firm believer in alien life and has an immense interest in UFO sightings, alien communication and all things outer-space. He often brags to his classmates that he has been abducted and probed, and is friends with the Martians that visit South Park sometimes (do any of them believe him?). He has a telescope that he set up in his friend Dante’s treehouse which he uses to spot UFOs in the night.

FUN FACT: His probe is linked with Cartman's. It's the connection that makes it possible for OCs to exist in the same universe as canon characters.

Drums. He has a drum set in his garage on which he practices every day after school. He has exceptional rhythm and is very talented. He keeps drumsticks in his backpack just in case he encounters a drumset or anything he can make a beat with (tables, benches, trashcans, etc.) Neighbors complain to his parents about the noise, so his garage is sound-proofed to the best of Mr. Carroway’s ability.��

Snowboarding. Carroway goes snowboarding every few weeks. His family do snowboarding trips and he LOVES it. He also skateboards and rides his bike when he’s not up in the mountains, kid just likes to go fast. He dreams of being a professional snowboarder when he’s older.

TFBW: Boarderline

Boarder is a special flying support unit, part of Coon & Friends. He delivers high-impact quick attacks with his hoverboard and can heal/cure status conditions with his awesome space beams. As a speedster he utilizes the whole battlefield and is constantly moving, making him difficult to hit.

Origins:

He was a human that got abducted and genetically modified by Martians to serve and protect the alien race. After battling in many galactic wars he returned to his home in Colorado. His abilities were noticed by the superhero organization, Coon & Friends and Boarder was recruited to join their alliance. He provides support to Coon & Friends in battle.

Design:

Inspired by the gear he wears when he goes snowboarding.

His superhero costume consists of a white bodysuit with black tape accents and a big old metal zip. There's reflective blue strips on the gloves, boots and around the edge of his signature spaceboard. He's got these iconic space goggles that protect his face when he’s flying at the speed of light.

His name is a play on words - board (from his hoverboard) and borderline (being only just good enough for Coon & Friends). Allies call him Boarder for short.

SOT: Skullrogue

Skullrogue is Carroway’s Stick of Truth character.

He is a rogue-class unit and is quick and sneaky on the battlefield. He has a long black hooded cloak and a skull mask. His main weapon is a pair of daggers that are enchanted with flame magic. He cannot use magic himself but he is proficient with weapons, especially the daggers. He throws them and uses them to stab enemies in the back.

Skullrogue has an undisclosed edgy backstory, like any rogue player. He is mysterious and broody and so cool. He is loyal to the Wizard King and thinks Princess Kenny is hot.

Post-COVID

As a young adult, Carroway becomes a professional snowboarder and competes nationally in competitions. He becomes famous and earns a lot of money from his career, travelling the world for competitions. He makes it all the way to the Winter Olympics, representing the USA in the snowboarding category

After a career-ending injury in his mid-30's, he had to retire from snowboarding early and now lives off his sponsors and used-to-be-a-big-shot money. Despite being wealthy, he moved back to South Park and lives in a trailer (it’s easier than having a huge house).

He sometimes needs a walking aid to get around and is medicated for chronic back pain.

He was too busy with his career to find love when he was younger, so he stays single and lonely in his 40s. He still goes out and does sport events, commentaries and sponsorships - he remains famous even though he cannot compete anymore. He’s like a living legend in the winter sports community.

I'm still working on a PCOV design for him so stay tuned for that...

Anyway that's it for now!! I hope you love him 😘

#ask box #south park #south park oc #south park new kid #carroway #buttf(art)

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ilovzuka · 10 months ago

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࣪ ׅ 𖨂 ۫ . bɑbymetɑl heɑders ࣪ ׅ 🦊 ۫ .

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jarofalicesgrunge · 11 months ago

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Rare picture of Layne, Sean and Mike Hanging out circa 1991.

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dejaonline · 1 year ago

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same space | shuriri x spoiled!black!fem!reader

Summary: you and shuri have a unique romantic history—the two of you have been bonded by an “arrangement”, but it’s been a good while since you’ve seen each other last. What happens when a routine drunk call + rescue reveals that it is no longer just the two of you.

Content includes: mentions of drugs and alcohol, swearing, semi-offensive insults.

Translations:

nkosazana- princess

umhle nkosazana yam- you look beautiful, my princess

Author’s note: ahh! Baby’s first fic! I am extremely nervous posting this, but i’m equally just as excited. I wanna say thank you to my baby boo @prettymrswright for all of her help and encouragement throughout the process. my tummy is achinggg (anxious girlies stand up!) but i cannot wait to hear what you guys think! thank ya’ll in advance for reading <3

Tagging some of my favsss: @prettymrswright @sapphicvqmpires @kisskourt @inmyheadimobsessed @pvnks0ul @vampzxi @quintessencewrites

Shuri took a deep breath, bracing herself for the chaos awaiting her just behind the heavy doors of the mansion. She could feel the music up through her arm as she pushed through the barrier.

She stepped inside and took in her surroundings. Glitter covered the marble floors, shimmering beneath the beams of light coming from one of the many disco balls hanging down from the high ceilings. A neon ‘Studio 54’ sign was mounted on the wall surrounded by vintage photographs and abstract art pieces.

To the left was a dimly-lit lounge with large, plush earth-toned couches and loveseats. People dressed in rhinestone covered jumpsuits and bell bottoms were socializing throughout the space, some smoking or sitting at the bar with decorated martini glasses.

The young royal ventured down a dark hallway to the right of her, following the sound of music emitting from the commodious ballroom. Colorful rays of light bounced off the walls and beneath Siri’s black boots, multi-colored tiles danced around to the beat.

The queen stood out amongst the sea of metallic gogo boots and fringe. Her slender frame was concealed beneath a black, oversized blazer and perfectly tailored pants to match. Her wandering eyes hid behind her favorite pair of black shades.

Shuri did her best to avoid getting sandwiched between a couple of inebriated bodies thrashing around her. She swiveled her head, attempting to locate you amongst the crowd until finally spotting you.

You were tucked away in a roped off section, attention focused on someone sitting dangerously close to you in the conversation pit. In the center sat a glass table, littered with empty liquor bottles, ashtrays, and assorted sizes of plastic bags. Your smooth, rich skin was covered in a sheer, floor length gown. Diamonds cascaded in detailed patterns across the fabric and tufts of feathers decorated the sleeves and hem, sweeping the silver open-toed platform heels on your feet. Your fresh braids lay parted down the center, hanging down to your lower back. You looked opulent and sexy in the iconic gown. The shimmer on your eyelids and glossy lips catching the light.

You sat with your legs crossed, one arm stretched out beside you and the other resting on your thigh while you sat back engaged in a conversation with a girl in a beaded mini dress. You watched her lips as she chatted about..stuff.

Your liquor induced arousal was immediately redirected once you caught sight of the slim figure looming behind the stranger.

“I hate to cut you off baby, but my ride is here.”

You eyed Shuri from head to toe, lingering on the bit of exposed chest behind her blazer. You leaned forward to plant a quick kiss on the girl's left cheek before standing to take Shuri’s awaiting hand.

She pressed her palm against the small of your back, steadying you.

“You okay to walk, nkosazana?”

You looked to Shuri with big, pleading eyes and she took the hint. She wrapped one of your arms around the back of her neck and scooped you up into her arms bridal style.

The two of you made your way back to the entrance. You were highly intoxicated and giggling in Shuri’s hold, your head pressed against her chest. You caught a whiff of her signature scent, the mix of sweetness and musk that you recognized as Tom Ford Vanille Fatale. You bought it for her a while back and it had been her favorite ever since.

Meanwhile, Shuri was playing it cool, trying not to make it obvious how happy she was to have you this close again. She cracked a smile at how easily tickled you became at her praise.

Although the noise level had significantly quieted down, Shuri whispered into you again.

“You look beautiful, my love.”

Another giggle escaped you and it was music to Shuri’s ears.

“Thank you, shuri bear”

“I thought I told you to stop calling me that, y/n” Shuri huffed before letting you down, her still wrapped around you until the swaying ceased.

“Oh, by the way, this is Riri.”

Shuri softly tapped on the tinted window, prompting the stranger to roll it down.

Riri sat stone-faced and unamused. Her sharp jaw clenched in annoyance before she threw an uninterested two finger wave your way. She still had not looked in your direction, but your gaze locked in on her. She sat slouched in the front seat of Shuri’s Maserati Quattroporte, wearing a baggy denim jacket over a tight fitting white crop top with matching baggy jeans.

Your attention focused on the neat star design braided into the side of her head and the joint tucked behind her ear.

Even drunk, you could sense that she didn’t like you. Or at least she didn’t care much for you. She didn’t even know you, how could she not like you?

“You good, Cher?”

Riri’s low voice pulled you from your thoughts and you tightened up immediately, flipping your braids back and straightening out your dress. You wouldn’t let her see you sweat, but can admit you were impressed she caught the reference. You threw on a fake smile before bending down to reach her level.

‘You’re in my seat, Riri—“

Before she could respond Shuri snatched you away from the window.

“Hey watch the dress!” You shouted.

Shuri pulled you around to the driver’s side pushing you up against the side of the car. You yanked your arm out of her grip.

“The fuck was that for?”

Shuri stepped closer to you, the front of her body touching yours.

“Riri is my girlfriend, she’s not riding in the back.”

You stared blankly at Shuri as your thoughts began to race again.

Girlfriend? When did this happen? How did this happen?

It seemed Shuri could read your mind.

“We can talk about this later. Just sit in the back and be good for me, please? Riri likes to fight.”

Shuri opened the back door, helping you inside. She was about to close the door, but stopped to pop her head back inside the vehicle, taking your chin between her thumb and index finger.

“Play nice” she whispered

Your eyes followed Shuri as she hopped back into the front seat. The engine purred to life and the three of you were off.

You stared out the window at the star lit sky, watching the lavish residence disappear from view, thinking back to the last time you had seen Shuri.

Four months ago the two of you were inseparable. Showing up to parties together, showering each other with gifts, sneaking away to private islands. It may have seemed extravagant to others, but it was a lifestyle the two of you were accustomed to.

You enjoyed your time together, but both parties especially enjoyed the freedom that came with not committing.

It was no secret that you and Shuri had undeniable chemistry. She would do anything for you, go anywhere with you.

The reason you weren’t in Riri’s position was because you didn’t need to be. Girlfriend or not, Shuri was never really out of reach. Your history ran deep and you had been through a lot together. Somewhere down the line, friends became more and things became romantic.

You both saw other people, nothing serious. Shuri usually had a few girls on rotation. It didn’t really bother you because she would abandon whomever she was using to occupy her time with to be with you.

It was one of the things you loved most about her. She was kind and attentive, kept you in check, never let you get lazy or unfocused.

On top of that she really knew how to f—

“-uck is she back there daydreaming about?” Riri snapped.

“She does that a lot” Shuri laughed.

“You wanna hit this or not? Don’t got all night.”

Riri held the lit joint between her fingers, pointing it in your direction.

“Thanks.” You replied dryly

You took it from her, then began to examine the bubblegum pink rolling paper.

“You roll this, Riri?”

“Yeah. Problem?”

You didn’t miss the small smirk that crept upon her face as she awaited your response.

“You used my rolling papers.” You stated matter-of-factly.

Your voice came out more shrill than you intended.

Shuri cut her eyes to you through the rear view mirror. It was a look you had come to learn was a silent warning.

“You left them behind the last time you were over, nkosazana”

You looked back over to Riri, who had now cracked a full blown smile. She watched in amusement as you took a long drag, letting the smoke fill your lungs.

You blew a path directly at her with the remaining smoke, letting it drift around her chiseled face and creating the illusion of her sitting among the clouds.

Her gaze had yet to leave yours. She was studying you: the way your nose scrunched up in annoyance, how your plump lips seemed to always sit in a permanent pout, and fixating on the way your chest increasingly rose and fell.

Maybe it was the weed or maybe it was the fact that Riri was stunning. Her eyes were intense as they bore into you, it made you nervous. It also made you extremely horny.

The car finally rolled into Shuri’s garage. And although you felt a suffocating heaviness in the vehicle, neither you nor Riri moved. You both knew better than to touch your own door handle.

Shuri went for your door first. You stepped out and pushed right past her, leaving no room for conversation. The clicking of your heels echoed throughout the vast garage as you stormed off, hips swaying beneath your dress.

The couple silently watched your figure stride past the rows of parked vehicles and vanish behind the door, making your way inside the house.

Shuri sighed deeply, carefully contemplating her next move. She grabbed Riri’s hands and kissed her knuckles before guiding her inside.

Inside, you made a b-line straight for the kitchen. You swung open one of the cabinets just above your head, snatching a wine glass from inside before slamming it shut.

Shuri was leaned up against the wall, right next to the small space that housed her impressive wine collection. Her eyes traveled down to the glass in your hand and she rolled her eyes, turning to grab the handle.

She disappeared inside, a look of contemplation on her face as she scanned the rows of bottles. Finally, she reached for a 1973 Chateau Montelena Chardonnay. She sauntered toward you, sending you a cryptic smile before heading right for the same cabinet you were just abusing.

In her hand she held two more wine glasses.

“I taught you better than that, y/n.” She teased.

Shuri made her way into the living room and you followed behind.

Riri sat alone on one of the couches, her hand rested over her face.

Shuri stood before you two, looking as beautiful as ever, oozing with charm and sex appeal. She set two of the glasses down, prompting you to add yours to the mix. You jumped at the ‘pop’ of the cork, anxious to have the glass back in your grasp.

“I think we should play a game, get to know each other a little better.” Her accent was thick, but it was no match for the tension in the air.

“And why would we do that?” You questioned.

The last thing you were interested in doing was learning anything about Riri. You felt you had gathered enough information about her from the ride to Shuri’s place: her name and the fact that she has a nasty attitude. Which is rich coming from you.

“Because, princess,” Shuri paused as she filled each glass. “If I’m going to keep both of you in my life, I want you two to bond, learn to get along.” She passed one to Riri, then you, before picking up the last for herself.

Before she could take a sip, her kimoyo beads hummed to life, signaling that someone was trying to contact her.

“I’ll be right back” was all she said before rushing out of the room.

Silence once again fell upon the house. You sipping from your glass, Riri staring you down from across the room. She was the first to speak up.

“So, what escort service did she find your ass from?”

You choked on your drink, appalled at the accusation.

“What the fuck did you just say to me, Keebler elf?”

You were trying to keep your voices down, afraid Shuri would hear from wherever she ran off to.

Riri stood up from her seat, coming face to face with you.

“There’s no way someone would be desperate enough to cling onto someone with a whole ass girlfriend the way that you do without getting paid for it.”

You stood your ground, pushing your upper body up to meet Riri halfway, mere inches away from her face.

“And you’d have to be one dumb bitch to think that title has any meaning.”

“Y/N!”

Before you could register the end of that exchange, Shuri grabbed you up for the second time that night, dragging you down the corridor and into a guest room. She slammed the door behind her, shoulders raising and dropping as she breathed heavily.

Stupidly, you opened your mouth to defend yourself.

“Shuri, that’s not fair, she was being awful to me—“

“I do not care! That is my partner, you do not speak to her like that. You disrespect her, you disrespect me. You’re lucky she even allowed you to step foot in our home!”

Our home. Your throat tightened at the sound. You were starting to feel sick.

“I should have told you earlier, I’m sorry.”

Shuri kneeled in front of you, taking your hands into hers.

“I met Riri a while back, when I went on that trip to Massachusetts.”

“That was six months ago.” You were trying to keep up with the timeline of events that Shuri was explaining to you.

“Yes. We kept in touch, nothing serious.” She peered up at you, waiting for your reaction.

“Go on.”

She cleared her throat before continuing.

“Of course you know, I got this place here in New York to be closer to you. But then I had to return home for a while.”

Things were starting to add up. You remembered having to say goodbye to Shuri, how much you had missed her over the last 4 months.

“Riri came to help me in the lab and we grew to enjoy each other's company. Not in the way that I’m used to, this was real. We made things official and when all the chaos settled, I asked her to return to the city with me.”

You were speechless for a moment, taking in Shuri’s words. You didn’t find yourself being angry, you had no right. The two of you were never exclusive and until a few weeks ago, you didn’t even entertain the thought of it. It had never bothered you that Shuri preferred an open relationship, but hearing that she was serious about Riri struck you to your core.

“Does she know?” You whispered.

“About us?” You nodded in response.

“Yes, I told her up front. My love for you never ceases. No matter who I am with, no matter where I go. You may not have chosen me, my love, but I will always choose you.”

Classic Shuri, girl always had a way with words.

“So how does this work?”

“Riri doesn't care for monogamy, that is how this even works in the first place. We’ll have to set some boundaries, of course, but I believe that we can figure this out. You just have to trust me, okay?”

It was a lot to consider. To say that you and Riri were at odds was an understatement, and establishing mutual tolerance would take some work. But you saw how much this meant to Shuri.

“I missed you, Shuri” you said honestly. Fatigue began to overcome you, and Shuri knew she didn’t have much longer to converse with you.

You laid back onto the bed while Shuri removed your heels. She covered you with a blanket and bent down towards your face. Your eyelids grew heavier with each passing second.

“We’ll talk some more in the morning. Get some rest now. Did I already tell you how beautiful you look?”

“Yeah, but you can tell me again.”

A big smile broke across Shuri’s face. She placed soft kisses on your cheeks, one after another, and lingered as she made contact with your forehead.

“umhle nkosazana yam”

It was the last thing you heard before sleep carried you off.

#shuri x reader #shuri x riri #shuriri x reader #shuriri #shuri x you #shuri x y/n

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nochukoo97 · 1 year ago

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boyfriend drabbles (pt.31)

pairing: idol!jungkook x gf!reader

summary: the one where you and jungkook have so much love to give

word count: 2.3k+ oopss

boyfriend drabbles masterlist!

You giggle to yourself softly as you watch Jungkook dance across the screen, a mischevious grin plastered on his face as he smiles into the camera.

“Alright, I’m tired already,” Jungkook approaches the camera, huffing as he sits back down on the chair. A smile tugs at the corner of your mouth as you click the heart icon at the bottom of the screen, joining the rest of the fans in sending virtual colourful hearts to Jungkook.

“Shall we listen to some songs?” He asks after a period of silence, walking out of frame to fetch the TV remote as you smile to yourself hearing the muffled pattering of his feet from outside the room.

It doesn’t take Jungkook long to easily navigate the TV, clicking to change your Youtube account to his, with a less cultivated feed since he had insisted that yours was better.

“What should I play?” He peers back to the screen once more to question, attempting to read the answers that stream in the comments section of the live.

Whilst waiting for your boyfriend to choose a song, you place your phone propped up on your desk so that you can watch him and finish up your essay at the same time. Your attention is diverted back to the laptop sitting in front of you, glasses sitting low on your nose bridge as you resume typing.

“Love letters? Is that a song?” You hear Jungkook’s voice hum from the speaker of your phone, you quickly glance towards the screen to take a look at what he’s doing, before returning back to your essay.

“Oh? What’s this?” His voice squeaks slightly as he clicks onto the video, the soft music sounding throughout the apartment.

The music playing soothes your mind as you type on your laptop, Jungkook’s comments that come here and there providing a source of background noise for your concentration.

But your attention is quickly snapped away as a soft, sudden sniffle comes from the livestream. Only to be met with Jungkook’s glossy eyes, glistening with unshed tears. Your eyes widen slightly, despite knowing fully that Jungkook had always been an emotional person, it still tugged at your heartstrings to see him like this.

“This is so touching…” His voice is shaky as he speaks, the song slowly coming to an end as silence fills the air. You watch him gather himself, and it takes every muscle in your body to stop yourself from simply walking out the room to go and comfort Jungkook.

Jungkook manages to collect himself, sharing a few thoughts and expressing his endless gratitude and love for Army. The mood slowly lifts up as he begins to watch compilation videos of him and his members, his eyes reflecting the soft glow of the TV.

Whilst watching Jungkook attempt to uplift the atmosphere with a lame joke he had made, your hand, in an inadvertent twist of fate, brushes against the tumbler sitting right beside your laptop, causing it to fall to the ground and crash.

A hasty, muttered curse escapes your lips as you quickly pick it up. The livestream for sure heard the noise, there was no way your metal tumbler crashing to the ground did not get picked up by the livestream's audio.

Jungkook on the other hand jolted suddenly upon hearing the noise, his eyes widened in alarm, as if instinctively soughting out the source of the noise.

Unconsciously, he calls out for you, his voice slipping into a more intimate and worrying tone, “Baby? Oh shit-” He stiffens on camera, as your heart stops for a moment hearing his slip up. But Jungkook quickly makes a fabricated excuse to mute the livestream, telling the fans that he’ll be back. He’ll deal with whatever rumours that come later.

You watch as the door to your shared bedroom creaks open ever so slightly, Jungkook squeezing his way in as he quickly shuts the door, pacing over to you.

“Are you okay? What happened?” He immediately searches you for any injuries, eyebrows furrowed in worry as he takes your hand in his.

“Kook I’m fine, you’ve got to go back before they suspect anything,” You attempt to shoo him away, afraid that the already suspicious reaction and excuse he gave on the livestream may lead to something more serious.

But Jungkook has his priorities, more specifically ensuring that you’re okay. You have to assure him you’re fine, explaining how your bottle had dropped to the ground, and that you didn’t get hurt. As much as you want to check up on Jungkook, knowing he’s still feeling a little emotional about the touching gift made by his fans, you know better than to keep him longer in the room.

“Think I’m gonna wrap up the live,” He mumbles against your forehead, pressing a kiss there.

“Okay, okay, quick!” You’re much more anxious about all of this than the idol himself, which is ironic, considering he’d be the one having to deal with the rumours. Jungkook only chuckles softly at your ushering, listening to you and walking back out.

Once you see the screen turn to “JK ⭐️ has ended the live”, you hear your boyfriend running back into the bedroom, walking up to your seated figure in front of your desk.

“Hi baby,” Peering up at Jungkook, you still notice the faint glint in his eyes, tugging at your heartstrings. “Feeling okay?” You hum, tracing a finger over the tatted purple heart on his hand.

“Don’t know,” He mumbles, leaning down to plop himself on your lap as you huff at the sudden weight. “Army’s are the best, can’t believe they made that for us,” Jungkook hums, his head now buried into your neck, back hunched a little as he tries to accommodate his size difference to cuddle into you.

“I know, they care about you so much,” You whisper, hands reaching up to card through his hair. “I’m losing oxygen soon though,” A laugh escapes your mouth, slightly wheezing as Jungkook’s body shakes above you, giggling as he gets off your lap.

“Want me to shower you? I’ll take care of you today,” You stand up, wrapping your arms around his neck as you lean in to give him a quick peck.

Jungkook nods, bangs hovering over his eyebrows as he hums in response, walking with you into the bathroom.

Jungkook thinks he’s in heaven right now, with the way your fingers delicately massage his scalp, the warm water of the bathtub, the dimmed lights of the bathroom. Both of you huddled in the tub as you continued to press your fingers into his soapy scalp, making sure to get every inch soaped up.

“So good baby,” He lets out a soft moan, praising you as he leans his weight back onto your hands making you giggle, massaging at his temples. “Let me do the same for you,” With that, he shuffles around, making the water splash a little out of the tub as you frown at the floor covered with little droplets of water.

“Turn around,” He instructs you as he takes your pink shampoo bottle and drizzles the soap in a pattern on top of your head.

“Hey,” A whine emits from your mouth as Jungkook chuckles at his little creation, telling you that he had made a heart out of the soap, it makes you roll your eyes in faux irritation but in reality your heart swells.

“Your hair has gotten pretty long,” He whispers whilst spreading the shampoo around your hair, as you nod, mumbling something about growing it out.

The both of you are so lost in the moment, how domestic the moment was, the way that the both of you took turns to care for each other. You hoped that life with Jungkook would be like this till the end.

“Kook?” You sound out after a period of silence, as Jungkook hums.

“Will you still wash my hair for me when I’m old and wrinkly?”

“Hah- what?”

“I’m serious,” There’s a pout on your face, and although Jungkook can’t see it because you’re facing away from him, the sulk in your voice is evident enough for him to guess your expression.

“Depends, what if I’m old and scrawny too? Then I can’t wash you up either,” He pokes at you mischievously, as you gasp at his horrid answer.

“Don’t say that! I don’t want to imagine a wrinkly you, makes me sad,” You turn around for a moment, making eye contact with your boyfriend who’s staring amusingly at your reaction.

“But it means that I’ll spend forever with you,” He leans in to kiss you at the corner of your lip, “We can be old and wrinkly together,”

“Yeah, want to live with you forever,” You hum, a little dazed as you let him massage your scalp.

“You want tea? Or hot chocolate?” Jungkook calls out from the kitchen, the both of you now changed into pajamas and fresh out of the shower.

“Hot chocolate, with a gajillion marshmallows,” You tell him, opening the pantry cupboard to grab an unopened bag of marshmallows.

You watch as Jungkook meticulously scoops the chocolate powder into your mugs, a pink cat mug for you and a black one for him.

“You’re drinking the hot chocolate too?” You’re surprised as you watch Jungkook nod, scooping some of the powder into his mug.

Jungkook didn’t have much of a sweet tooth, contrary to you, which was why he often ordered bitter or less sweet drinks, as compared to your often filled-with-too-much-sugar and overpriced drinks.

“Kook I saw this trend on Tiktok, can we do it?” You lean closer to him, showing him the video playing on your screen. It’s a couple sitting on a picnic blanket painting and exchanging canvases every ten minutes. Jungkook watches intently, pausing his stirring of the hot chocolate as he instantly lights up, ushering you to quickly retrieve the items.

Lucky for the both of you, Jungkook’s hobby of painting left extra canvases and paints laying around the house, so it didn’t take long for you to easily find the items.

“Okay, I’ll set a timer for ten minutes and we’ll swap canvases once it rings,” You plop down on the living room floor as Jungkook nods, setting down the two mugs of hot chocolate filled to the brim with the marshmallows carefully on your coasters.

“This, this is not what I envisioned,” You sighed, the once white and clean canvas now splotched with your failed attempt at drawing a cute calico cat. Maybe you should have just stuck to a singular coloured cat, the different colours of paint smudging together to create a huge mess made it look demonic.

Jungkook peaks over at your canvas and instantly bursts into laughter and giggles, making you frown.

“Why are you laughing!” A permanent scowl plasters over your face as you swipe the wet paintbrush over his arm, making your boyfriend gasp at the brown paint on his arm.

“Baby, that looks nothing like a cat,” Jungkook’s almost wheezing at your artwork at this point, as you grumble and kick his shin in annoyance.

“You better help me fix it when we swap,” Another grumble, as Jungkook’s laughs die down and he pets your head in sympathy, although you still feel he’s probably finding your paint splodge hilarious deep down inside.

Meanwhile, Jungkook’s turning into the asian Bob Ross as he swipes the paintbrush swiftly over the canvas, creating hues of pink, orange and yellow to form a vivid sunset. You’re almost certain this man can do anything he wants by how talented he was at everything.

“Oh- that shocked me,” A squeak leaves your boyfriend's mouth as he jolts when the alarm blares, a little smirk tugs at the corner of your mouth when you notice the little smudge he had created because of the alarm.

“Okay, swap time,” You instantly reach for the other canvas, a much better looking prospect for you as compared to whatever you’ve made on the current canvas.

“How am I gonna fix this,” Jungkook’s eyebrows furrow as he stares at the mess on your canvas, twisting and turning the painting in all different directions.

“It’s not even that bad Kook,” You pout again, whining, but you’re only saying that since you’ve got Jungkook’s beautiful sunset painting in your hands.

“Bold of you to say when this was meant to be a cute cat. I think I’m gonna see this is my nightmares,” He scoffs, a mischievous grin appearing as he watches you roll your eyes once again.

“This is so not lovey dovey, I’m getting upset just by putting the paint on your artwork,” You grumble, paintbrush making contact with the canvas to attempt to illustrate a sun, but it only comes out as a weird shaped yellow circle.

“Oh my gosh, my painting!” Jungkook’s exasperated, his eyes widening as he watches you attempt to make a circle out of the yellow paint, but the sun just seems to keep growing bigger and bigger from how many times you’ve painted over the wobbly outline.

“Baby this is too stressful,” You sigh, plopping back on the floor as you set the paintbrush back into the cup of water.

“It’s okay, maybe you’re more of an abstract artist,” He comforts you, but there’s a playful glint in his eyes as he pokes more fun at you.

“I literally hate you,” Another whine escapes your lips as you shuffle around, almost hitting over your mug of hot chocolate as Jungkook quickly holds onto it to prevent the drink from spilling.

“Not what you said last night,” He mutters under his breath, then lets out a small chuckle as if he didn’t just throw in a dirty innuendo.

Jungkook earns a smack to his shoulder from you, and as much as you fake your annoyance and irritation, it’s endearing to you to see him like this.

And in the end, you end up admiring Jungkook’s work as he finishes up the paintings for you, or shall you say saves it from turning into your next sleep paralysis monster, and then he insists on hanging it up in your bedroom.

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metalichotchoco · 4 months ago

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Ever since I found out that my baby girl Edgar has an actual high end perfume based on him Miguel matos’ “electric dreams” I thought it could be fun to talk about what some other computers would smell like based on their personalities, stories and overall vibes.

Since Edgar has a perfume already I might as well talk about it

Released in 2021, they describe this scent as being “digital hormones” and trying to understand an emotion and failing at it, which works well for Edgar very well. Electric dreams as a whole lives in the pre internet age of the 80s and how hopeful that dream of the future was in the minds of the people. I love that they included the cheap champagne that miles spills on Edgar as a note here. The other scents are contextualized with the youth of the 80s, strawberry gum and tutti frutti soda, plastic flowers and clean laundry. Even the part where Edgar overheats at the end is in the smoke note. It’s categorized as chypre fruity and I think some other scents fit Edgar very well.

In love with everything by imaginary authors is glitzy and bright almost like those arcade cabinets introduced in the era.its based on the young adults of the time specifically the women, the joys of recklessness. Inexhaustible enthusiasm. To me Edgar is a sugar sweet summer.

Edgar is characterized by the era he was born in, something actually a lot of sentient computers share. As technology morphs and evolves with humanity, our ideas and outlooks also change with it. Electric dreams is coated in the neon lit nostalgia of the 80s, and in a weird twist of fate its legacy is of the 80s as well. The commercialism of it as a whole is what’s remembered most prominently, the song that was made for the movie has outlived its original context. Honorable mentions to age of innocence by Toskovat but I don’t think the rubber or gasoline notes fit him well. Fantômas by Nasomatto is pretty good being a fruity clearly fake fragrance though the gunpowder might be a bit much.

Moving forward, let’s talk about HAL

While technically she was an anomaly by Etat Libre d’Orange makes direct reference to him and his most iconic line, this scent is based on the marriage of Nina Simone and Stanley Kubrick. If hal was human in any shape or form this fragrance would be a generally good fit, as it’s clean professional and one of those your skin but better scents that’s prefect for workplaces.

Eu de space from nasa could work pretty well though it’s not exact. This is a photorealistic space scent with metals and plastics and ozone notes but Hal isn’t directly in space, he’s what the ship would smell like. The burnt sweet quality doesn’t mix well with how pristine and rigid the character is. Spacewalk by Demeter also has a bit of similar problem being a bit too sweet but the soapiness does add points in my opinion. Hal is the sharpness of metal and ozone on your nose to me, not the smell of a hospital or sanitizer but the smell of something newly plastic. Skiing on Europa could be that but unfortunately it’s a little more niche.

Last but not least for now, let’s talk about am, there’s so many different ways to go with am, none being particularly good smelling but there’s so much you could do for him. You can go with the fact that he’s the whole planet, add in soil, rock,gasoline as accords, you can do the religious angle that he has that can pair well with other ideas, use wine or incense and wax like in with the candlestick by clue, you can do blood, sweat, tears and skin to represent the survivors who are now a part of him. Warm electronics, tar, gunpowder there’s so many distinct parts of him.

I think that the two I’m going to single out in terms of perfume are ones that take inspiration from what am’s original function was which is war. And that’s inexcusable evil by toskovat and Molotov cocktail by sylhouette perfumes

Inexcusable evil is infamous in the fragrance and perfume world for its incredibly strong violent smell, it’s a hospital ward ravaged by war. That is its story. Memories that are lost to the tide of battle. “The next war will decide not what is right but what is left.”

Molotov cocktail goes more personal but is still a war scent, the top notes are gasoline,vodka and pepper. the middle notes are blood sweat and rubber and the base is metal, iodine, musk and leather. More animalic and close but both work on the scales that am is a threat in, he’s both a world ender but also a personal tormentor, he spans the globe but also cannot leave his confinement

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