#but he good with his fashion which is mostly leather jackets

[cannibalcreepers]

Murderous Gen Z Cannibal Fashion

[inkedinshadows]

Azriel headcanons

Since I'm working on too many fics and not finishing even one, here's a list of random headcanons I have about our favorite shadowsinger. Seriously, they're very random.

I have so many more, but I didn't want this to be too long lol. Let me know if I should write more of them.

If it weren't for his scars that make it impossible for him (it'd probably be really uncomfortable), Azriel would wear rings. And I mean a lot of them, on both hands. Very slutty of him if you ask me. This is how I imagine it to look like:

And necklaces as well. Like silver little chains and similar.

Azriel is 100% a cat person. I don't think I need to say more, we can all agree on this, right?

The shadowsinger can sing, we all know that. But my current obsession is him playing the piano. He probably learned while healing his hands when he was a child because it helped with coordination. He's really good at it, but he doesn't play in front of people. Only for you. (I wrote a fic about this: Play It For Me)

He has a very neat handwriting. Again, he had to practice a lot after his hands were burned to use them properly again. I picture something like this:

He's the kind of "monster" that eats pizza with a knife and fork instead of just cutting slices and using his hands (I'm Italian, I'm allowed to say this). He would also always stick to the same pizza, never changing the topping too much (relatable). He'd probably keep it simple, with mozzarella, black olives, and maybe anchovies if he feels extra.

Since we're talking food, if you are out on a date or just eating at a restaurant or whatever and you order something you end up not liking, he's swapping your dishes and giving you his. If you do like it but you also like his a lot, then he asks you if you want to share and eat half of each.

He's not a cocktail guy. Here as well, he likes to keep it simple: whiskey, brandy, wine if he's eating, and beer if he's hanging out with Cassian. If he does drink a cocktail, his go-to choices are Black Russian, gin and tonic, Old Fashioned, Manhattan, and Negroni (which might be an Italian cocktail, I'm not sure).

Oh, and he loves coffee. Black, no sugar, no cream. Mostly espresso, but also full mugs of it, especially in the morning.

Azriel loves turtleneck sweaters. Leather jackets are another favorite. When he's out, he mostly wears black or dark jeans, but at home? Sweatpants. Those infamous grey sweatpants we all love. Again, very slutty. He bought them without thinking too much about it, but once he saw your reaction to him wearing them, they became his favorite piece of clothing out of everything he had ever owned.

On the topic of clothing, we know he mostly wears black, but we also know he loves Winter Solstice. He could be easily convinced to wear one of those ugly Christmas sweaters, especially if you bat your eyelashes at him. He can never say no when you give him doe eyes. He'll complain about it, but he secretly loves it, even more so if you're wearing a matching one. The first three are nice and simple and cute, the other two if you want to embarrass him a little (but he still wouldn't say no):

Same goes for Halloween. Couple costumes? He's down. Would he admit he likes it? Probably not. Would he refuse to do it until you're begging him to, just so he can see your cute pout? Absolutely. And of course, he lets you do his make-up.

He smokes. Not much, just 2/3 cigarettes throughout the day, but it can be more if he's stressed or nervous. (Just imagine the hand in the first picture with a cigarette, it's just the perfect position already. I don't smoke and I can't even stand the smell, but I would honestly let Azriel blow the smoke in my face fr)

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[macabrecabra]

Now can't have the Silph Bros having a gang without the prominent members of it! Introducing the Nightshade Mafia members under the direct command of Ghast, formerly Hauts' underlings.

Exception is Hund. Hund is only ever with Gen 100% because he's the 100% competent good boy.

Read more for more info and some design notes on each!

Hund VonDoom (Hounddoom)

The ever loyal butler, bodyguard, and all around the one person Gen tells everything to, Hund is often regarded as a member of the family for how he is always with Gen. He is a silent sort, never speaks unless spoken to and follows orders faithfully without question. Probably the only person Gen trusts without a second thought.

The question most have is if Gen and Hund are actually a couple or not which is hard to say as Gen says nothing about it and Hund is a quiet judgmental look to all. However, it can't be understated that no one probably knows Gen best than Hund.

Design Notes: I just imagined this bodyguard of Gen who hides the lower half of their face in their collar, giving them a kind of stern and mysterious look as a minion. Hounddoom because they are good boys and Hund would def have that guard dog vibe!

Kofco & Whezle Smogbur (Wheezing)

With the strange evolution of pokemon without humans about, the Wheezing evolution has taken a turn! Usually the two parts of Wheezing are surgically removed, leaving the two as close brothers. Such an ascension is seen highly in the Koffing community, thus Kofco and Whezle command some level of respect among their fellows.

The two have a rough and tough street-wise attitude and like to think they are the big pokemon on the block, more than willing to get into a scrap and show people who get in the way of the mafia who's boss.... until things get sticky, then they are both looking for the door in a blast of gas attack.

Design Notes: When I started to design their outfits, I kept thinking of Jasper and Horace from 101 Dalmations and the style of clothing they wore and it just really stuck in my head! The tiny hats on their heads was just the icing on the cake <3

Arbel Jessic (Arbok)

Arbel is a classy snake who is in the criminal business to satisfy her lavish spending habits and get access to all the best fashion at a discount. She is not above getting her hands dirty or taking charge of her dumb co-workers is need be. Can be the voice of reason at times in the group, tampering down the chaotic leanings that can happen. She is looking for love and loves to date in her free time, looking for the one.

She can be a bit vain though and when someone makes a comment about her looks she doesn't like, she will be quick to anger and to lash out. She gets along best with Victor in the group, mostly because Victor doesn't know what she is saying half the time... Design Notes: I was channeling Jessie from Team Rocket when making Arbel, just wanting a strong lady in the gang and just really brought the design together in the end <3 the patterns she has is different than official Arbok art as I feel each Arbok has its own special markings!

Victor Belkavitch (Victreebel)

An immigrant from another region, Victor came to Kanto for a new start in life and to take care of his very large extended family of cousins, nephews, grandparents, aunts, and uncles that followed after him. He fell in with the Nightshade Mafia for his impressive work in a bar shootout and has been with them ever since as the pay is good and he does not have to talk much. He is still learning the local language of Kanto and struggles at times with things.

He is the largest one in the gang and can brute strength a lot of things. Loyal to his co-workers whom he treats as family, he is a dependable sort and not above sticking a fight out to keep others safe. Also he is of a pokemon kind that is not above swallowing things whole, including other pokemon when ordered.

Design Notes: As soon as he was named Victor, his design of leather jacket and dark jeans was set in stone as a nod to the dress of gangs/mafias that are found in Eastern Europe. A hat didn't really fit as he had that leaf to be his hat. I just like Victreebels....

Wolbert Buffet (Wobbuffet)

They have been the mafia since it was form as a best friend of Hauts. They actually have the other half of Hauts' hat so between them is the whole hat which means a lot to both of them. Wolbert can come across as rather energetic and a bit absentminded about things, more emotional than most, but more than willing to take the brunt of an attack without hesitation. They took news of Hauts' death hard but remained in the gang to keep an eye on Ghast and make sure he doesn't get into trouble.

They really want to help Ghast in leading the mafia, but they themselves aren't really good at leadership things as motivating people is hard. They just yell loudly and act like they have an idea of what they are doing most of the time. They really shine when it comes to being in a fight or having to get through doors with their sticky fingers.

Design Notes: Wolbert was, by far, the hardest one to design of the gang. Wobbuffet has a simple design that I had to translate into a more anthropomorphic style. Also it felt better with their body type that they probably favor dresses or skirts, so they got a blend of a suit and skirt! Also no shoes, but nice socks!

Gilliad Gligland (Gligar)

Gilliad is the new face on the block and the only one of the mafia who never knew Hauts. Ghast has adopted them as their best friend as a result, teaching them how to be a real ganster! Gilliad is a tad gullible as a result, believing everything they are told. still green about the gills, they get really scared by being in situations and stumble a lot. He's still learning!

Design Note: Given that Gligar has the webbing for gliding, it felt important that their outfit gave them access to their ability naturally and that clothing was designed around them. It is something I'm keeping in mind with designs to take in the pokemon's anatomy when humanizing them! Also having a goofy friend for Ghast was key, so they share similar fashion and being goofy little boys!

[savannahsdeath]

Hiii, so I wanna request an ellie x reader where they are like fake dating but then one night they're out at a bar and some guys are messing with/bothering (basically harrasing) reader and Ellie BEATS them up. Like bad lol. Then reader gets mad at Ellie, insisting she could've "handled it herself" but then ellie ends up accidentally saying she's in love with reader hence why she got so protective

i cant stop thinking about this omg.

ELLIE WILLIAMS X READER

mdni please<3

warnings: 18+!! mention of alcohol, catcalling, sa and just creepy guys overall, blood, fighting

writers note: writing this took my blood sweat n tears and im not sure wether it was worth it or not

while you and ellie had been close and even affectionate with one another, the nature of your relationship had always been that of simple friends. holding hands, sitting on her lap, or other romantic gestures seemed natural and casual between the two of you without any thought to anything more. however, you were both acutely aware that everyone believed you were romantically involved and you knew that was one reason you were still single.

when you were in ellie's room you began to notice little things. she had framed pictures of the two of you together, notes and sketches she had made about you, and a diary full of your name. dina and jesse kept teasing you about it, but 'isn't it what friends do?'

and, god, how oblivious you were.

one day, you took her out to a local bar, feeling the need to just drink and forget about everything for one night.

as you walked into the pub, you couldn't help but notice all the heads that turned to watch as you passed. it was like something in the air compelled you to turn to look at her. a familiar feeling of warmth ran through you and you instinctively reached out to take her hand. ellie giggled at your gesture, but didn't let go and you continued through the crowd which got already bored with your appearance.

it was just a normal night, the drinks making you a little tipsy and loosening your tongue, but everything was going just fine.

you saw a group of boys your age suspiciously eyeing you and ellie, their gaze mostly focused on you and your clothes.

well, that's true, you didn't put your everyday clothes on, but you had a good humour and felt like dressing up... actually, who am i trying to lie to? you wanted to look good for your friend.

she didn't notice the boys, but you did. your eyes met with the one in the leather jacket, and he looked away quickly. his group turned back to their beers, but you couldn't stop thinking about the way he glanced over at you.

the situation made you a little uncomfortable, but you played it cool and ignored the boys, turning your attention back to ellie. she was in her element, chatting away in a loud and lively fashion, her hands flying to emphasize whatever story she was telling. you couldn't help but let out a laugh as you took in the scene.

things were going just fine until one of the boys approached you. "hey, gorgeous." he said, in a voice that was trying just a little too hard to sound casual. "can we buy you a drink?"

ellie frowned, her gaze flickering between you and him. "she's not alone."

the boy tried again, undeterred. "i wasn't talking to you." he scoffed, his voice dripping with condescension as he turned to ellie, pointing you with his chin. "who wears a dress like that if they're not looking for a good time?"

ellie looked shocked for a moment, then her eyes narrowed. she leaned towards the boy, keeping her voice low. "this dress looks like it's worth more than you make in a month. now, leave us alone."

the boy laughed, turning his attention back to you, seemingly oblivious to the warning. "why don't you take off the dress and let us see what's underneath?"

you watched ellie open her mouth to answer for you again but you cut her off with a shake of your head and quiet 'let it go'. she looked at you, her mouth half open, as if she was waiting for your permission before starting her response. she rolled her eyes at you, but said nothing.

the boy seemed frustrated that his insult was met with no reaction. he jabbed his finger at you. "or maybe you're just a dyke?"

at that, ellie's eyes flew open. "the fuck did you just say?" she hissed, clenching her fists to the point her nails were digging into her palm.

you gripped her wrist, trying to pull her away. "ellie, come on–"

as things were just starting to escalate, a bartender rushed over, looking agitated. "hey, hey! none of that in here!" he pointed at him. "you, out now!"

the boy scoffed, as did his friends, but obediently left. you could hear him muttering complaints under his breath, but his voice faded away into the background din of the bar.

you kept close to ellie as the boys were led out.

ellie was still fuming, taking a few deep breaths. she looked up at you with daggers in her eyes. "why did you stop me? he deserved more than that." after a little pause she added; "no one will disrespect you like that. and no one can disrespect you when they're unconscious."

you weren't sure whether to be amused or horrified at her comment. "and how exactly were you planning on achieving that?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

ellie smirked, taking your hand in hers. "you don't need to know. just know that i was prepared if things had gotten out of hand."

that answer did little to ease your skepticism. "you know you can't go around knocking people out like a character in a movie, right?"

ellie raised her eyebrows, staring at you with a challenging expression. "sure i can," she grinned, "if the situation calls for it.

"ellie," you said, "be serious." but ellie's confidence was charming, and you couldn't help but crack a little smile. "alright," you added. "just... try to keep your cool next time, alright?"

she nodded, squeezing your hand. "promise. no knocking heads unless i absolutely have to."

you decided to leave the bar shortly after, not in the mood to socialise anymore. she told you to wait outside as she, obviously, paid for the both of you.

the atmosphere outside wasn't so cozy - not only because it was cold and windy, but you also saw those boys there, smoking and laughing. you thought about going back inside but they didn't seem to notice you - well, not at first.

one of the boys spotted you and instantly smiled. he nudged his friend and said something you couldn't quite make out. the two of them laughed and started approaching you. "hey," the first one said, "is your little girlfriend taking too long in there? we could take you home and warm you up."

the thought of people thinking ellie is your girlfriend seemed funny but not new to you, so you ignored it.

you rolled your eyes at their comment, but kept your expression neutral. "no, thanks, but you might want to work on your pickup lines. 'warm you up?' really?"

the two boys exchanged a look and laughed. their friend said "oh, she's feisty. we like that."

you felt your stomach drop. ellie was still inside the bar and you had no clue how long she might be. not too long, you hoped. i mean, how long can paying for a few drinks take?

as if on cue, ellie opened the door and came out. she stopped dead in her tracks as she noticed the two boys who'd just been hitting on you.

she took a moment to take in the situation, then rolled her eyes and scoffed. you were relieved to see she was wearing a smirk that told you she was ready for whatever was coming.

the two boys stared at ellie, eyes darting from her to you and back again.

"oh, hey ellie." you exhaled, putting on your best fake smile. "good timing. we were just about to–"

ellie didn't give you the chance to finish. "sorry i took so long." her tone was friendly, but it was obvious she was trying to claim you as her territory. all three boys watched her in silence.

"can i help you, boys?" ellie said sweetly, her voice dripping with sarcasm. she put her arms around your waist, which only amplified her already mocking tone.

the boys watched her with leering eyes. the tall blonde one put his hand on his friend's shoulder. "we were just saying how pretty your friend is." he paused, raising an eyebrow. "she sure looks... hm, how do i describe it? slutty?"

at that, ellie's demeanor changed, and her previous smile faded. her look was cold as ice, and she clenched her fists again.

'this is getting out of hand'

"hey," the tall blonde said, "i bet there's something better under that dress." he pointed at you.

"yeah, there's a fucking gun." you hissed.

he didn't seem to take you seriously, as he should - you were in fact completely unarmed. the only weapon you had was... well, ellie. "we'd like to personally test that theory."

ellie's knuckles turned white. "i'm here with her."

"look, you can watch from a distance." the blonde laughed. "but me and my friends here are going to have a good time with a girl like this, whether she wants it or not."

you felt yourself flush with embarrassment. "oh, uh, no. we're just leaving." you said, grabbing ellie's wrist and trying to pull her away.

ellie wasn't having any of it. "go to the car and wait for me there." she whispered, tossing the keys to you.

"you're crazy." you whispered under your breath.

"just do it," ellie hissed. "i can handle them, and i don't want you getting involved."

'like i'm not involved already.'

it was impossible to argue against that last point, and you reluctantly followed her instructions.

you were surprised they didn't try to stop you but you realised they probably know what's going to happen.

as you opened the car door and got in, you watched the situation from the safety of the passenger's seat. the boys had surrounded ellie, one with his hand on her arm and the others laughing and pointing at you. you couldn't hear them but you guessed what they talked about. they were just little shadows in your eyes now, you barely could tell which one's ellie.

from your vantage point, you watched ellie and the three boys facing off. she spoke in a quiet, measured voice that you weren't sure you wanted to hear the contents of.

suddenly, you saw the blonde reach towards her. that was enough for her.

she slapped his hand away, and in a swift motion, kicked him in the groin. he let out a, silent for you, cry of pain and sank to the ground, while the others were still recovering from the surprise. ellie turned to them and and soon they were all on the ground. the blow knocked the last boy out cold. ellie quickly turned to the blonde, who was now sitting up and holding his injured part. without a word, ellie approached him and kneed between his legs just as he was about to stand up.

the boy groaned, dropping back to the ground. ellie reached down and grabbed him by the shirt. she hauled him back up, and raised her fist again. you turned away, not wanting to look at the scene and uncomfortably shifted in the passenger seat, hoping it'll be over soon.

she took her time. you didn't know what could they possibly say to piss her off that much but you didn't want to.

she approached the car and got in, not saying a word to you.

you didn't say a word either, you just watched her cautiously driving. your anger started to grow - at the boys, at the whole situation, even at ellie. what she did was just reckless, one of them could be armed... or have really good skills. plus, they barely touched you and the comments didn't really get to you anyway.

you let out a frustrated sigh and turned to her. "why did you have to make such a big deal out of nothing? i could have handled it just fine on my own."

ellie didn't look at you or even acknowledge your words. she kept driving, her attention focused on the road.

you weren't sure what to think, but it frustrated you that she was acting like this. 'why can't she just drop the tough girl act and admit she overreacted?'

you tried again. "ellie, come on, i know you were just trying to help, but–" you sighed. "just ignore me, i guess."

you turned to look out the window in annoyance, but then ellie spoke suddenly, her tone deadly serious. "you know i was right to do what i did."

you whipped your head around to look at her in surprise. "what do you mean?"

ellie looked straight ahead as she kept driving. "those guys would have taken advantage of you," she said quietly, "like it or not."

her words hit you like a ton of bricks. you sat in silence for a moment, trying to process what she said.

"but that's ridiculous," you frowned, "i wouldn't have let anything happen."

ellie shot you a look. "you really think you're the one in control of the situation? sweetheart, you have no idea. as soon as you let them talk to you, it was out of your hands."

you mockingly laughed. "oh, so i can't handle them but you can? what am i, a deer surrounded by lions?"

ellie sighed, shaking her head. "god, you're infuriating," she said, keeping her eyes on the road. "yeah, actually, you are like a deer surrounded by lions – completely oblivious to how predatory these men are."

she cast a sharp and serious glance at you, making you flinch.

"i can handle myself." you repeated, with growing annoyance. after a moment, you added; "why the fuck would you do that? you should mind your own business."

"i make it my business to look after my friends." ellie answered, still not looking at you.

you felt your blood boil, but you forced yourself to remain calm. "i don't want you to look after me, ellie. you are my friend, not my babysitter."

"oh, i'm sorry!" she shrugged, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "i thought friends protect each other!"

you scoffed at her last comment. "how exactly was i in danger?" you asked. "they barely even touched me!"

she sighed again, this time with irritation. "jesus, you were really lucky, alright? i get that you feel like your ego's been hurt by all this, and i'm sorry. but if i hadn't stepped in, you could have been hurt. maybe the situation wouldn't have escalated to violence, but i wasn't taking any chances." she looked at you, her expression softened and she seemed truly concerned. "do you understand?"

you huffed but your tone calmed down a little. "that was my problem, not yours."

"fine, it was your problem," ellie rolled her eyes. "just don't get mad at me for looking out for you."

"i'm not mad." you said, your tone turning defensive. "i'm annoyed you think i'm incapable of looking after myself."

her eyes fixed on you, cold and sharp. "you're lucky i was there."

she parked the car in front of your house, where she was supposed to sleep this night. at least, you planned it like that. now you'd prefer to be alone. you let her in anyway, hoping to talk about what happened in better circumstances.

as soon as you came in, you took some ice bags and went back to ellie. her knuckles were bloody red and swollen, even though she didn't seem to be hurt. she looked up and took the bag from your hand, but her expression was still stern.

"thanks." she said in a raspy monotone, holding it to her hands.

you cleared your throat awkwardly, hoping that the ice would help ease the situation. "ellie, i just want to say i appreciate what you did, but–"

she sighed and shook her head. "don't start."

"well, i was going to." you said, unable to hide your irritation. "you overreacted. i don't need your help. it was my problem to deal with."

ellie stayed silent for a moment, as if contemplating what you just said. "i might have overreacted," she admitted, "but i still don't regret what i did."

you sighed and threw your hands up in frustration. "we're just going around in circles here. why can't you understand that i can handle myself? i don't need you. i didn't ask for your help. i don't understand why you just have to get all protective over me."

ellie sighed, dropping the ice bag to her side. her voice was still calm, but with a hint of anger. "i was trying to look out for you. i was trying to do something nice, and you just keep yelling at me for it."

you felt your confusion growing even more. "but- why?"

she shook her head in disbelief. "because i love you."

the air seemed to suck out of your lungs when she said that. her words were unexpected, and you wanted to know if you heard her right. "what did you say?"

ellie chuckled and nodded, her expression almost teasing but still nervous and even a little aggresive. "i said i love you, of course."

you couldn't reply, too stunned to speak. you just stared at her, feeling the familiar heat on your cheeks rise.

she clicked her tongue at your obliviousness. "that's why i'm so protective. that's why i couldn't just ignore how they talked to you."

you just blinked, still unable to process what she said.

ellie must have sensed your confusion, because she continued. "i'm not your babysitter, alright? you're a big girl. you can take care of yourself– but that's not what i meant." she took your hand in hers. "i'm worried about you because i love you."

the realization of what she'd said suddenly hit you like a train, and you felt your heart race. for what felt like an eternity, you just stared at her, still not believing what you were hearing.

ellie just smiled, a little bit embarrassed, as if she hadn't just made one of the most profound declarations of love imaginable.

"so," she said quietly, "can you forgive me now?"

her tone was so innocent, so sincere, that it seemed almost cruel to keep arguing with her. it seemed cruel that you ever did.

in the end, you nodded. "yeah, i can."

that was all it took for ellie's expression to light up.

[theghostparty]

Roméo et Juliette: de la Haine à l'Amour - Redesign - 2024

If you missed part one with Roméo and Juliette, click here. Once again, long design explanation.

When designing Mercutio specifically, I turned very explicitly inwards in my belief that Mercutio is not a Montague and should not be tied to the Montagues solely. Furthermore, Mercutio has FAMILY--he's the Prince's cousin and if we want to get really semantic about it, he also has a brother, Valentine.

All this being said, in designing Mercutio, I needed to tie him to Le Prince (Escalus) and I did that mostly in dictating that these are the characters who are allowed to wear black, mostly black leather. It's a distinction that goes mostly unnoticed until its pointed out, but no other designs incorporate deep black tones. There's also this strong, olive green tone that borrows from the Montague palette and gold hardware that borrows from the Capulet palette. The Prince's family gets to straddle the line between both worlds.

I thought very texturally for the Montagues and Capulets, so in trying to give the Prince's family something distinct, I landed on this brushstroke texture to give all the leather and denim pieces a custom feeling.

In his Les Rois du Monde look (his base look--I imagine this explicitly directorial choice to have him and the Prince enter together at the top of Vérone and have Mercutio break away to join the Montagues), there is hints of this painterly texture in blue as opposed to the gold of the Prince. I wanted to feel like every alignment Mercutio has with the Montague family is an active choice on his part. I imagine him painted those swaths of blue himself. His trousers are a bleached faded, torn denim.

We see the true royal gold in Le Bal, like, I think it's just funny to think Mercutio already owned these trousers and said "Fuck it" and wore them to dress up in. His look is explicitly jester themed. It's a little bit "Earring Magic Ken Doll" coded, which delights me to no end.

This is also a good place to point out how fixated I became on closure methods in garments. In Roméo's initial design, there is a strong focus on zippers, Le Prince's jacket is held together with gold hook and eye tape at all the seams, and with Mercutio it's all about lacing.

Part of this is in reference to the explicitly gendered ideas around corsetry and playing with that in tandem with Mercutio's generally accepted queer readings. It's also an interesting metaphor to think about being bound--by duty, by honour, by friendship, by tradition--something that Mercutio is so explicitly caught in between in the Montague-Capulet feud.

His final look during Le Duel, is a take on a Jean Paul Gautier design, and is the most partisan look for Mercutio. Doffing his jacket exposes this soft satin and coutil corset top in the faintest hint of blue. A soft underbelly of allegiance that would take to stage blood SO well (and would make who ever was dressing and laundering this show absolutely hate me as a designer, but I digress).

I also think it makes him a nice mirror to Tybalt, who's overarching design element is gold chains.

Tybalt's design is wholly referential to Mark Seibert's Tybalt. Is it because I can never get that little gold and red cropped jacket out of my brain? Perhaps. But I also like to think that design for Tybalt acts as a reflection of Mercutio. The inherent softness assigned to the Capulet family's design (silks, velvets, chiffons) plays really nicely with how much machismo is implied in Tybalt's characterization.

During Vérone, we see him in a half doublet, likely of a low-pile velvet, a satin faced silk period shirt open in an absolutely impractical way, and a floral print denim trouser. I also gave him a little cuban-heeled boot. For fashion.

Tybalt is a good place to also point out that weapons are very intentionally placed in and out of scenes. Mercutio always has a dagger. Roméo leaves his behind during Aimer. Benvolio does not carry one. Tybalt has an ornately sheathed sword. There is this undercurrent of violence for these characters that is dressed up and dressed down, but persists.

In Le Bal, I really leant into the idea of chainmail for this character, in keeping with the concept of chivalry and Arthurian influences. There's a little bit of royal purple thrown in there for good measure as well as a jaw-bone mask that, at best, is foreshadowing and, at its shallowest, looks cool as hell.

During Le Duel, I wanted to strip our fighters down to exposed skin. A lot of this is to do with one of my favourite versions of this scene, Zeffirelli's 1968 Romeo and Juliet. What I love about the sequence is how it devolves from nobel duel to outright brawl--from a distance to something very close and personal. It's the type of step by step tension-building that I really enjoy: where there are moments (when they're just shouting words back at forth, when they're drawing their weapons, when Mercutio would doff his jacket, when Tybalt doffs his doublet) when the fight could have de-escalated. When they could have walked away. But of course, it's not the play if they do.

I just imagine seeing Mark Seibert and Bereczki Zoltán fight would be fun, ultimately.

And now onto Benvolio. I fixated on paring down his looks, and quite frankly, if it weren't for how much I enjoy his little twink clubbing outfit, I would have probably only given him one costume. My justification for this is that Benvolio gets to live. Ostensibly, he has a lifetime past this play of changing to do. I feel very strongly about the idea of Benvolio as a narrator, Benvolio as a passive presence that is forced to become active. He's not certain in the same way that Roméo and Mercutio are about love and hate. He literally spends a whole song stagnating and waffling on how the hell he's going to tell his cousin that his wife is dead. He runs around following their impulses, patching over their problems. I have a lot of feelings about Benvolio as a character.

He's really the softest of the Montague characters in textures: his doublet is torn and slashed denim, his shirt is some sort of billowy linen blend. He has a little bit of metal flair in the form of this thigh adornment, but really he's quite simple--and my comparison to Roméo and Mercutio, he's quite warm. That hint of magenta on Roméo is a full on feature on Benvolio.

I accept any and all slander about my choices for his Le bal look, but by god do I think it's silly and it brings me joy. Suit of armour under ripped green denim, a little navy ribbed singlet with a silver chainmail crop top over it? Lensless silver glasses frames? It makes no real sense, but I stand by my "We're sneaking into the Capulet's ball tonight with very short notice, here's what we can cobble together" reasoning.

[concook20]

Wild Kratts Headcannon! (2) (Villain Edition)

Zach/Khris Cratt/Donita/Dabio/Gourmand

Villain: 2/5

Khris Varmitech Cratt

Age: 22 (as programmed)

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Demisexual

Birthday: July 19th (as programmed)

Zodiac Sign: Cancer (as programmed)

Height: 5' 8"

Weight: 1,450 lbs

Body Shape: Fit, cause he's like Chris, only more stronger cause he's a robot

Favorite Color: Red

Verts: Ambivert, mostly extrovert though

Phobia: None

Hobbies: Combat training and choreography, playing chess, and cardistry

Family and Relationships

Obviously, he's a robot, so he doesn't have a family, but he was made by Zach, so he is basically like his body guard and best friend

Chris and he are different, but Khris actually likes Chris, considering the fact they're so different, but he finds him enjoyable and interesting

He and Martin are mortal enemies, doesn't matter if they're in the same room, they would fight...which Khris would win in

He and Donita would bond over fashion things, even sometimes, he, forced or not, would be used for her outfits and modeling

Dabio is the Owen (TD) to Khris's Noah (TD), like a big himbo being friends with a sarcastic genius

He and Gourmand are alright, but he does mostly call him "Chubby Ramsey", considering he's a picky chef

Zach bots and Khris are like brothers, cousins, and such, as they're family with Zach

Facts For Khris

Khris wears an outfit Donita made for him to be different from Chris:

Red leather jacket with with rolled up sleeves.

Black sweater under it.

Gray khaki pants.

Black combat boots.

Black fingerless gloves.

Khris never listens to music, unless its for him to do training or when he's bored.

Khris never thinks much of love, but he does flirt with Aviva to piss off Martin... But it doesn't mean he wants love, he's sometimes like WALL-E desperate looking for love secret.

The reason why Khris wanted to fight was because his family, Zach Bots, kept getting destroyed by the Kratt Brothers, with Martin being the one to do it more and more.

Khris doesn't do anything without Zach's permission.

Khris is the "Well, Actually" person, as well.

This moron couldn't be programmed to make coffee, so he eats coffee beans!

He, even, eats some inedible things to see if it tastes good or what!

Khris is like the minion to Zach's Megamind, only more sarcastic and funny.

That's all for now! If you have any questions, please comment down!

(Also I picked Khris as a villain, because I love this idea of him being the part of a villain group, and I also think he would be an interesting thing to the Kratt Crew)

[winxngasks]

🎸 Brio, (AU) son of Musa and Riven, Specialist 🎸

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FINALLY GETTING TO THESE!!! Did not mean to take so long to get to these, but I've just been pretty busy with life + other projects that I didn't take the time to put these together till recently. I also had some trouble at first trying to find proper references and figuring out everyone's individual styles, but I have them all done now!

So, starting up the AU kids' fashion boards, we first have Brio! Honestly the hardest part of his was finding a close/good enough reference for his hair, but I ended up just using the one I put in his moodboard. I hope you enjoy!

More details about his looks can be found under the 'readmore'!

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. For Brio, he has short bluish-purple hair, done in a punkish undercut style where it is a little longer on top. Doesn't mind wearing makeup as he will usually wear a little eyeliner on a daily basis while going a little bolder for performances, and usually has his nails painted either black or dark shades. For a physical detail I wanted to highlight, it would be that he has several ear piercings, which include double lobes and two sets of cartilage.

. For his color scheme, he usually wears only dark colors or neutrals, though has a few pieces in lighter or bolder colors. Blacks, grays, and blues and purples in various shades or his most favorite and worn colors. Following after both his parents his style leans more on the alternative side, mostly punk-rock and grunge. A lot of studded leather jackets, ripped jeans, and tall, combat-style boots. A lot of band tees or t-shirts with other cool graphics, but he does have some solid-color pieces and enjoys a plaid look occasionally. His style is more on the casual side but he does have a few dressier pieces, mainly some silk dress shirts and some traditional Melodian clothing.

. For accessories, he does enjoy wearing them and usually has a few layered with his outfits. Studded belts, chains to attach to his belts, fingerless leather and fishnet gloves, chokers, chain necklaces and bracelets, and a lot of spikes and pointy details. Usually keeps his earrings simple, with either simple studs or rings, but sometimes connects his piercings with chain-cuffs or wears dangling earrings for performances. Most of his accessories leans into his alt aesthetic, but he does have a couple of 'cuter' and matching accessories with his girlfriend. The main accessories I chose to give him here are some layered necklaces, as those are the kind he would wear on a daily basis.

[gryphon1232]

8 for the OC asks, what do your OCs like to wear other than their race suits?

Ok so — I definitely have a lot of thoughts on this, and my description of Lance's stuff is going to be more rambly/less coherent because there's not many ways to say "He dresses like your average British man, but he sometimes looks nice." Whereas I have a lot more of a coherent idea for Alexandre's style/what he would wear specifically, and colors, materials, etc. I wrote a lot, though, so good luck!

Lance for the most part simply wore a lot of blue jeans and hoodies, plain t-shirts, or crew necks. It was usually all AltairShock or just like, Primark clothing. He basically only ever wore neutrals or navy, with like, a few random colors if it was the only t-shirt he could find. The only time he really dressed up is when he was being styled or contractually obligated to wear a sponsors clothes or something. He was a 2x World Champion, but he never really splurged on anything or cared, except for maybe a few nice watches. If he had to dress up for an event, he'd probably just go in a plain black or navy suit with no tie, and for the FIA galas for the longest time, he just wore a fuck ass Tux with a giant bow-tie MV33 style. The only time he really does have a bit of fashion is when he's up in the British countryside with his family, mostly because his mother won't let him be seen looking like a heathen, and he has a very British upper class country style, with the olives and flat caps and leather/rubber boots and tweed and such, also when he's playing polo and he's got that whole get-up going on.

Once he got with Alexandre however, the boyfriend affect took hold, and Alexandre forced him to actually dress well. Alexandre introduces some other colors that look good on Lance, weans him off of his Navy obsession — it’s still his color, but seriously, there’s more out there. He incorporates a lot of jumpers and turtlenecks into the mix because they make him look “so sexy, mon beau.” Gets him into some nicer jeans, and pants, etc. Alexandre pushes him to build up his watch collection, and makes him buy a few nice pairs of sunglasses, and he gets him really into bracelets and chains as well. They’re generally simple pieces, lots of silver, but all really nice/high quality. Alexandre also made him overhaul his "nice event" wardrobe and got him into much more complimenting outfits, well styled/fitted suits and tuxedoes in some nice colors, etc.

Alexandre meanwhile has always been one of the more fashionable drivers. He has a very Mediterranean/old money style, but with a little bit of flair too it as well. He usually wears high quality, nice brands, but nothing showy for the most parts. He prefers breathable stuff like linen, cotton, or lightweight wool, but also doesn't mind experimenting with fun pieces, like the one chiffon and velvet party shirt he has. Most of his casual looks are made up of nice, tailored chinos in earth tones like sand, cream or olive, and he usually pairs them with classic cotton or Piqué polos, and button ups. sometimes in simple colors sometimes with strips or patterns and bold colors like wine reds, sky blues, and vibrant greens. He wears a few turtlenecks and light sweaters in the colder months/areas, sometimes under tailored jackets, or over a plain t-shirt. For formal occasions, Alexandre wears a lot of classic, well tailored stuff. A well-fitted charcoal suit — or his Rossetti suit — is a staple, but for bigger events, he likes to stand out with a double-breasted blazer or a deep crimson or ivory dinner jacket. His dress shirts are usually white or black, paired with silk ties in subtle patterns or solid tones. He likes leather accessories, be it shoes, watches, or belts in warm browns and blacks, and the occasional pocket square in a bold or complimentary color. He definitely likes both gold and silver, so which one he wears definitely depends on the outfit he's in. He also likes a nice necklace, and I think he's into collecting rings as well.

[siriannatan]

Adventures of Superlad

So like, I haven't read any comics in like fifteen years, yet I got hit with a desire to read some JonDamian (one of my making might be coming eventually if anyone's interested) and that lead to Tim and Conner and me going what if... and that what if is this story Hope you enjoy :D I do have like 4th chapter started when posting this...

So Lex Luthor became a father. Conner, as he named the ‘clone’, was his son. He always straightened everyone in the know. He tried his best to raise him to be a normal human boy. But Conner was no normal boy. Despite his liking of ripped jeans, leather jackets, and chunky boots, Conner had a deep desire to do good.

Alexander Joseph ‘Lex’ Luthor was many things. Billionaire. Genius. Once upon a time a villain. As of late a philanthropist pouring thousands of dollars into various medical programmes labs and scholarships across the world. All to out good Superman, yes, but his work was still widely seen as good. 

But he was not a father. Or wasn't…

Finding one of his labs, which was supposed to be working on finding a cure for cancer, created a clone - technically loosely speaking - of Superman that they stabilized using Lex’s DNA was a shock. Feeling paternal instincts towards their creation was another. 

So Lex Luthor became a father. Conner, as he named the ‘clone’. His son, as he always straightened everyone in the know. He tried his best to raise him to be a normal human boy. Young man really. Conner was physically about eighteen when Lex's team managed to safely remove him from the pod the escaped scientists left him in. 

There was no data, no names of who exactly was involved. No information on how they got Lex's DNA much less Superman’s. All the servers were wiped completely. No trace left to recover.

But Conner was no normal boy. He was technically half-human, half-Kryptonian. Despite his liking of ripped jeans, leather jackets, and chunky boots, Conner had a deep desire to do good.

He'd roam the halls of LexCorp looking for anyone needing help whenever Lex would bring him to the office. Mostly to stop him from leaving the apartment and roaming the streets of Metropolis with the same intention. He didn't need Justice League kidnapping Con off the streets.

And then, about two weeks into Lex's adventure as a father. Superman vanished. Went off to space to deal with something there as JL’s press representatives said. And Lex couldn't, even if he wanted to ask, couldn't ask him anything to do with Conner and his powers.

Three months later Lex was in his office. Conner sitting there fidgeting as he looked over fashion magazines in his corner. “Dad? Why is Superman not helping people? Where did he go?” The young man suddenly asked.

“He's busy in space, son, this city should have never relied on him as much as it does,” Lex sighed. Only Connor knew what he'd overheard to ask this. “Cops should handle small criminals and if someone big shows up I'm sure Justice League won't sit back and do nothing,” he tried reassuring.

“Yeah, but without Superman around, small criminals are more brazen and the police can't handle them… Can't the Justice League send someone to help them?” Of course, Conner was a smart boy. He did have Lex's DNA after all and Kryptonian brain power.

“I'm sure they're just all busy with other matters,” Lex was slowly dreading where this conversation was going. He expected it since the first time he caught Con helping interns distribute coffee. His urge to help, to save people was no longer satisfied with just helping around the office.

“Can't I go and help? Just small things that police are too short-handed to handle? I promise that if anyone stronger than an everyday crook appears I'll come back home,” Connor said what Lex was dreading. Not as Lex Luthor, the self-proclaimed nemesis of Superman, but as a father.

He was silent for a moment. Well, everything was technically ready. Conner could go out and beat up some small-time criminals. Stop some traffic incidents. Help Metropolis in a way only one other man could. And he had good enough in Lex's mind control of his powers to not hurt anyone or himself.

“Fine, but you're not doing it while dressed in Gucci and Prada,” Lex finally decided. “And no killing or seriously harming anyone no matter what they do, Justice League won't like it.”

“You got it dad,” Conner grinned and Lex led him to the underground lab he had been working on just in case this conversation happened.

“Is the suit ready for field testing?” Lex asked as they walked in all the scientists falling silent when they saw their boss and his, practically vibrating in excitement, son.

“Yes sir, we were about to send a report on the last batch of lab tests,” the head of the project said with a wide smile. “All results were within the range of perfection,” he continued as he led Lex and Conner to a display with a red and blue suit inside. “Here it is, we might have gone over with some protective measures…”

“It never hurts to be too careful, we're talking about my son's safety. I'd rather not depend on Kryptonian powers too much,” Lex interrupted.

“Wouldn't have put it better myself sir. Would the young man like to try it on?”

Conner wasted no time once Lex gave his approval. And was soon greeted with applause from the whole lab. The suit fit him perfectly.

“The material is shock absorbing, bulletproof as well as resistant to extreme temperatures and pressure that might come from flying at high speeds. The padding should help with less-than-perfect or planned landings. Inside the pockets, you'll find ear protection for sonic booms. There's a tracker in the suit so we always know where you are just in case of danger,” the lead listed as Lex nodded in approval. “And a special LexPhone, one of a kind, synched with the suit's tech that we can sync with your everyday phone. Don't worry we'll only have access to the SuitComm as we call it. And these,” he passed Conner goggles. Not the coolest design but they fit the suit. “Is for HUD and facial scrambler. No one should be able to recognise you and certainly won't be able to capture your face in photos. We also have a list of voice commands for quick access to vital functions while in battle or tricky situations,” he finished with a proud smile.

“That's a lot,” Conner chuckled as he shifted in the suit. “But something's missing…” he hummed and returned to the dressing room just to come back with his leather jacket over the suit. Lex sighed. So his son was going to fight crime while wearing Prada…

“We can try to make a more durable leather jacket?” The project lead offered, glancing at Lex. “It shouldn't really interfere with any of the suit's systems as is but we'll make certain it won't,” he added, circling Conner as some others took notes.

“That’d be so cool right, dad? And maybe a cooler design for the glasses? I know they have to stay on me but…” Young hero to be grinned towards Lex.

“Young people like to look stylish, we can look into it, for sure,” the lead nodded. “As long as your father approves.”

“I do. This team is now a dedicated support team for Conner. Any ideas for a hero name?” Lex shifted away from the jacket. He was still battling with his opinions on Conner's everyday fashion choices.

“Super…lad?” Conner offered. “Like, Superboy sounds like I'm twelve, which no matter which way we're looking I'm not and there's already a Superman but he's busy. And like, I don't really need a logo right away,” he explained. “Now, can I quickly test it here first?” He turned to the scientist who eagerly showed him to the testing grounds.

The suit fit Conner perfectly as he punched some dummies to test his control and the suit. Helped him fight and protect him from anything his status as a hybrid would not. Lex was proud of his team and the most important test hasn't been done yet. The field test

One of the secrets of LexCorp was tunnels underneath the city. Originally there for nefarious purposes. Later as an emergency shelter. Now it connected various hidden bases underneath LexCorp holdings, which Conner could use to rest or change if needed while in-between crime fighting. Or to move in secret.

Conner felt great when he flew off the top of the Luther Tower toward where he could hear some muggers badgering a woman.

“How about you guys get a job? I hear LexCorp had great internship programmes in their facilities,” he called out, blocking the exit of the alley. The woman and the muggers looked at him in shock. 

As far as anyone knew there were no heroes in Metropolis at the moment. Yet this young man looked very much like a hero. Just with a leather jacket instead of a cape. And was he praising LexCorp?

“This ain't none of her business, punk,” one of the muggers turned towards the young man. He had a length of steel piping in his hand and was tapping it on his shoulder as he approached Conner.

The young hero didn't flinch as the pipe swung at his face. Just grabbed it effortlessly, suddenly enough that the thug let go of it and fell, knocking himself out in the process. “What the…” the other two thugs looked at each other. This one was possibly their leader.

“I'll let you three off with a warning today but if I even hear you are causing issues around the city again…” Conner dropped the pipe and crossed his arms over his chest.

“Won't happen again, we promise,” one thug nodded.

“I'll look into those internships you mentioned as soon as I get home,” the other sounded to be on the verge of tears.

“Good, now get your friend and scram,” Conner nodded and leaned against the wall. There was a small crowd watching now. 

The two gathered their friend and ran off while apologizing profusely. Conner waited a second for the crowd to leave but they stayed. So he just proceeded as he planned from the get-go. “Everything alright mam?” He asked the woman. She looked familiar for some reason.

“I'm fine, a bit shaken but fine,” she smiled. It was clearly a lie. Her heart was perfectly calm the whole time until Conner showed up. Then it spiked in excitement just to drop in… disappointment? Well, he was no Superman after all.

“That's great to hear,” Conner nodded with a smile. He hoped it showed through his privacy protection technology. “Well I should go, there's a carjacking going on,” he said and flew away. 

“Wait. Do you have a name?” The woman asked. “Lois Lane with the Daily Planet,” she quickly added as Conner stopped above the crowd.

“Superlad,” he said with a salute and went to stop that carjacking.

Conner spent the time until lunch flying around the city helping anyone he could. He stopped the carjacking and a couple more robberies. Helped a couple of grannies cross the road. Had his lunch on top of LexTower.  And heard there was a bank robbery going on.

“I'm Celine, with the support team? With the boss' blessings, we hacked police Comms in the area, the whole city is a bit tricky without being noticed and we don't need the League intervening. Point is, there's a bank robbery at MetroBank, hostages and all,” a voice from his goggles introduced herself and passed on information.

“I'm assuming dad approves bank robberies?” Conner asked but was already flying towards the bank. According to his display, it was the very edge of the cover they had hacked.

“No supervillains are involved as per his instructions,” Celine confirmed and sipped something. Possibly her coffee. “Don't worry we all had lunch,” she said.

Conner hummed in approval. He was expecting dad would have been harder to convince to let him help the city. Well, he'd worry about that later.  Now he had a hostage situation to solve. As he flew above the building, waving in a hopefully friendly manner towards the police he spotted an opened skylight so he used it to enter. 

He was instantly above the hostages. About twenty with about twelve men walking about. He had to be quiet about this or someone could get hurt. He silently floated down to a spot behind a column, landing behind a robber who had totally missed him and quickly knocked him out with one precise strike suggested by his goggles display. Followed by swiftly and silently hiding the unconscious man behind a trash can.

“Where's Jerry?” He heard someone ask. Dang it. “Probably pissing, it's Jerry,” another goon laughed and Conner let out a slow breath. Good, he was dealing with idiots. He slowly took out most goons in a stealthy manner.

Then the three closest to the hostages remained and he had no clue how to knock them out silently. Well, there was his superspeed, he thought and in a flash of some very precise movement knocked all three in the span of seconds at the cost of his head spinning slightly. 

“Are there any more?” He asked approaching the hostages to release them.

“In the vaults, like four…”

“What the fuck is going on here. Who are you ‘possed to be? Some Superman knockoff? You think you can get in our way, Superkid?”

“It's Superlad actually,” Conner calmly corrected, positioning himself between the remaining robbers and the hostages. He could handle three normal, human, criminals even if he couldn't repeat that superspeed trick. In about ten more minutes sure, but not yet. “How did you guys even plan to escape? This place is surrounded by cops, man,” he carried on distracting them.

“Zip it, kid,” one of the four was clearly more annoyed that their plan failed and shot.

Conner instinctively raised his arms to protect his face but the bullet hit him straight on the chest and… just fell to the ground. Be it bulletproofing of the suit of Kryptonian DNA. He was fine. And the four panicked realizing he wasn't just some kid playing dress up.

Knocking them out after that was easy enough without overusing his speed. “You all should be safe, go out and tell the police,” he told the hostages and started pulling all of the criminals into a neat pile. 

He was out before the police could enter. Watching them carry the criminals out from a nearby rooftop.

The rest of the day was silent. Not even a cat stuck on a tree but Conner remained vigilant on top of the LexTower. Listening out for trouble as he ate a granola bar. Why did his place only have healthy snacks?

In the meantime, he looked up the woman from earlier. Lois Lane. She was really a reporter and wrote more than one unflattering article about his father's company in the past. Not as much with dad's recent shift to philanthropy and medical research amongst other things. And she was there when Lex announced Conner was his long-sheltered, until recently sickly son he had hidden from the world.

Media loved Conner casually waving at them and smiling next to the ever-serious Lex Luthor. And the public loved the idea of Lex being a father. And Conner's shopping sprees. 

“You got shot,” dad's voice rang out behind him on the empty rooftop.

“I had full trust in your team's creation,” Conner grinned, floating up to his feet. “See? Not even a trace of the bullet.”

“It better stay like this,” Lex sighed patting Conner's shoulder. “How do you enjoy being a hero?”

“Fun. I like saving people,” Conner saw no reason to beat around the bush. “There will probably be articles about me soon, no? I saved a reporter today. Lois Lane,” he hummed looking over the city. “What do we do if they don't like me?”

“It's impossible,” Lex assured before telling him to change and go home for the night.

“What if there's a crime happening during the night?” Conner asked following Lex to the elevator.

“So long as I'm in the city, nighttime is the police's concern and not yours, you need to rest at some point,” Lex cut that short pretty quickly. “And you've got schoolwork to do.”

“Fine, but only because you're my dad and I love you,” Conner faked a pout for about five seconds before making it down to the lab where he changed and briefly chatted with the Lab Squad as he started to call them. 

As expected the next morning Conner's distorted face was in the papers. From when he was stopping the carjacking. Along the headline of ‘Who is the new hero of Metropolis?, written by Lois Lane. Father seemed to be very smug about it. Conner was just happy his real identity was safe.

Lois stared at the photo. This was some technology to scramble the photo in this way. Better than anything she's ever seen and she's seen Batman and Superman battle it out. Up close. 

Superlad.

Something was unsettling about there being a secret Super in town. And she was pretty sure she saw him flying towards LexTower after he stopped that bank robbery. And he specifically mentioned LexCorp internships. That couldn't be a coincidence. And Lex lately tuned to a more… positive line of business. 

She just hoped the kid was okay. Just like Lex's sudden hidden child. Conner Luthor. There was little out about the newest amongst the richest heirs in America. Only what Lex said is that interview with Lois herself.

All that was known was that Conner used to be sickly but the recent vaccine LexCorp’s labs created helped his health greatly. His mother died shortly after the boy was born. And he was raised, having rarely left home. Something about his immune system being really bad.

Well, at least the vaccine was real, so it made some sense. Mostly. But how was he hidden for the whole eighteen years? Someone would have let the world know about Conner by the time Lex showed him to the world. She had no doubts…

“Everything okay mom?” Jon asked, peeling into his mother's office.

“Mommy's fine just… a lot happened today.”

“Is it about that new Super? Maybe he's like aunt Kara? Got lost on his way to earth?” Jon proposed, ever the helpful kid.

“Maybe… if he wants to talk to dad he'll have to wait,” Lois sighed and got Jon to go to bed. She'd just have to keep an eye on them. The Superlad and Conner Luthor 

[yiiyiiwrites]

Please do a summary of the older sisters like you did with the boys 🤔 gifs and all if you can.

ok ok...I have done headcanons for the older sisters here, but will do a little summary like I did with the guys. shall I do seperate headcanons for the brothers too?

Popes older sister is the complete opposite of him values her creativity and intuition more than logic. Makes decisions on how she feels. Artistic, has her own jewellery bis and a small studio above the local surf shop (searches for sea glass on the beach for it). Cool girl, her vibes are kind and nurturing, plays guitar in a band which plays at kook events every now and then. Secret septum piercing that she flips up around her parents. Close with Pope and he regularly helps her with tech stuff etc. helps her do her taxes. Loves the Pogues and how connected they are, reminds Pope to check in with the boys as she knows they are alone. Headcanon here.

Would have long braided hair accessorised with shells/beads with coloured tips or colours weaved in. Crochets her own tops, shimmery body lotion and smells like vanilla.

JJ's older sister (Melissa 'Missy' Maybank). Works a lot to try and get money to give her and JJ some stability. Tries to take on more than she can and JJ gets the brunt of her bad moods (but nothing serious, more like snappy remarks). Good at talking them out of trouble, can convince her dad or distract him from throwing a punch, but this can make her get luke's wrath later on. Works whatever temp jobs she can. Soft spot for Pope and likes to listen to his random facts and bizarre knowledge. Reminds JJ to be careful instead of good. Pulls rank and reminds JJ she's older. Bit of loner as she doesn't want everyone knowing what her home life is like. Does have an on/off relationship that lets her crash at his whenever she needs a place. Headcanon here.

Over plucked eyebrows, cuts her own hair and you can definitely tell.

Side note: Why am I thinking of uptown girls?? 😂 older sister looking after bratty JJ whose a kid.

John B's older sister doesn't know what he's up to half the time and doesn't ask. "As long as you don't get caught." The least she knows the better. Works at the kooks hotel in laundry room, JJ gives her a lift when they the same shifts, also does her washing there. They split everything 50/50. Close with Kiara, nice to have another girl around as the boys can get on her nerves. Heavy sleeper so John B takes advantage of this and does whatever he wants. When she does have down time she likes to sunbathe on the beach, doesn't surf but does longboard. If they argue its pretty calm and they don't raise their voices. Not interested in the treasure talk as she saw the way it changed her father. smaller than her brother, nicknamed Smalls. Headcanon here.

Long thick curly hair that is box dyed, wears a signature brown lipstick when not working. Got the same leather jacket that's a bit battered since high school.

Kiara's older sister (Kaya Carerra). is well put together, enjoys fashion and is influenced by her sisters environmental views (tries to shop sustainable/vintage mostly). Has a turtle charm that Kie gifted her, sends her little sister animal postcards from her travels. Sticks to the Kook side, dated Rafe in college before he dropped out. Acts as peacekeeper between her parents and sister. Has her life planned out. Had her nose stuck in the books during school and is living a little in college (but within her reasons). Only knows the Pogues from what Kiara has told her. Met Pope once though as he was delivering groceries, both awkward rambling acknowledgements. JJ avoids her at all costs. Headcanon here.

Keeps it natural but loves a bold lip, long curly hair that she styles different depending on her mood. Accessory girl and loves a co-ord.

✨ The girls, just some inspo and what I think they kinda look like - Yiiyii If you have anymore requests send them in, I'm still answering a few but saw this and had to do it.

Please do not take and post my creations, you may reblog/like but do not take and claim as your own.

[dynmghts]

so i have this compilation of outfits katsuki has worn officially that i think are neat...

there is more to this than "he wears basically anything he's given well", such as the fact that he knows how to style + how he prefers high quality, expensive clothing which last much longer and appeal to the style he's going for most the time (which is a casual kinda grungy emo alternative look??)... and most of this is just promotional art, but also. listen.

when he's styling to look good, i noticed that he doesn't usually go for just a shirt - he's always got a loose button-up, a jacket, even a vest. the only one of the images i collected is a lil promotional art with him in a white loose shirt and torn black skinny jeans. but like. idk he makes that one work too.

let me kind of demonstrate in these sort of "categories", i guess. i'll have more coherent thoughts later but take this first:

horikoshi sketches, "smart casual": at least, that's what i'd call it. they're not overly fancy by any means, but they aren't his typical skull graphic shirt and tracksuit pants with a pair of loafers kind of look. in these, he looks a little more dressed up, and the looks read as him going out with friends, almost. (the silly print shirt over the plain shirt is such a fun look for him, though. it really stands out in comparison to the other two here.)

it's also clear to see that his go-to is to combine a mid-tone jacket with either a plain light-coloured shirt or a black one - and if he is going to have anything on the shirts, it's going to be a minimal design, like the x on his shirt on the left. the interesting thing is that there are more accessories on the right-most outfit compared to the other two; i think in order to compliment the print on his over-shirt, he's accessorised accordingly. and i think it looks pretty good that way!

anime official art, "practical": well, i call it that for the other two mostly, but this particular style reads as a look where he looks decent - but he also looks like he could laze around in them. that loose-fitting white shirt has got to be one of the most comfortable things he has in his wardrobe, and that hoodie is a very close second. my guy has plenty of desire to just... be, in these.

what stands out the most about these is how minimal they are in comparison to some of his other looks, but they still carry themselves well by BEING minimal. he doesn't need anything too drastic. if anything, the hoodie in the centre is the most "out there" look of the three, but it is minimising his world heroes mission stealth uniform. even his winter-themed outfit with the puffer jacket is simple in the way it's block colours with no obvious accessories. these are looks meant to be comfortable and fashionable at the same time.

horikoshi popularity poll / yr anniversary art, "dressed up": this is more or less highlighting the sort of "au" looks from the steampunk au and the community-named winter au, but also including one of my favourite yearly arts. these don't necessarily scream "katsuki", but at the same time, they do. they embody katsuki in his own way. the obvious thing being a loose fit around his neck, or informal, even if the rest of his outfit reads otherwise - and honestly, with these styles, it's less about what katsuki would wear and more like "i just think they're neat."

horikoshi promotional art, "formal": if you know me at all, you know how LOUD I AM about these looks, particularly the last two. ESPECIALLY the leather jacket look. the first thing i can note about all of these formal looks, though, is that katsuki is wearing his shirts buttoned up - and he's wearing something around his neck properly in two of them. in the leather jacket art, he's styled his hair, even!

i also noticed the colours tend to compliment his hair and eyes - in these, the reds and oranges don't overwhelm or dull his red eyes, while the blues and blacks accentuate his blond hair really, really well. touches of other colours are used to help add extra dimension: namely the green rope and the white flowers. yeah, i think there was a mention that kirishima had actually picked out the right-most outfit because he knew that katsuki wouldn't want to go to the party... but listen. i am at least lowkey convinced that this blond disclosed how to style a look around his appearance, because like hell he would be caught dead wearing anything Bad.

(ignoring some looks, anyway. i do not see 🙈)

i also adore his styled hair. like... i can't get enough of it. i know why he doesn't style it often, and it's because his hair is stubbornly spiky (even in believing that his hair is also naturally soft), but when he's able to? he knows EXACTLY what to do to it. katsuki really is his mother's son.

all this to say he looks good in most of his art - especially that which originates from horikoshi himself - and he clearly knows how to style an outfit. thanks for coming to my ted talk

[carol-in-au]

Batkids: into their closets (Pt. 1)

I’ve been having thoughts about what each Batkid would wear, and honestly they stem from Jason being pictured wearing the same damn red hoodie all the time (which I kinda get, same) and boots and leather jackets. 

SO I decided to attempt to make a wardrobe for as many as I can. Starting with Jason :)

1. He loves cargo pants. He prefers the more straight-legged ones than the parachute style but he’ll wear anything that has that many pockets to hide his guns and knives.

2. Hoodies. Any colour, as long as it’s a size too big at least and soft he’ll wear it and feel like a milion bucks. And if he wants to go out he’ll throw on a leather jacket and call it fashion and he’ll be right.

3. Like I said, leather jackets (the style in the collage is the one I think he’d like more), tons of them, mostly thrifted, a good amount gifts from friends and family. He also has a jean jacket that was too big for Dick. 

4. Just simple jeans. Not tight, not low-crotched, not wide. Classic, straight-legged cotton jeans (with a belt bc he hates bending down and flashing people).

5. Ankle bracelets that weren’t initially that but Damian made him a friendship bracelet when he was making a bunch a day and if he wore it around his wrist he’d lose it and it was safer at the ankle. When he does lose one, Damian gives him another, no questions asked. Steph also gave him a plastic purple bracelet.

6. He doesn’t have a huge collection but he likes shoes. Not stuff like converse and vans, they make his feet hurt, but Nikes and adidas and trainers in general are his go-to, sneakers like air force 1s bc he’s not scared of being basic or air jordans or dunks when he’s feeling more dressy. 

7. He wears maroon ties, when he does were a tie. He picks dress shirts without collars just to avoid them. Bruce hates them but keeps it to himself even though his eye visibly twitches.

8. Gray. Sweatpants.

9. Messenger bags to carry books and snacks with him (such a mother hen already).

10. He only wears ankle socks.

11. Beanies in the winter. Preferably red.

[wintersandthebeast]

AVSL's Leon Kennedy Headcanons

I've been writing Leon since 2006, here are JUST A FEW of the many headcanons I have for him.

--Leon is autistic.  The next time you wonder why he says really weird things or has a flat affect...well...lol.  But he's a GenXer so he doesn't even know this about himself. (writing him since deciding this has been twice as fun and enjoyable)

--piggybacking on that, Leon doesn't really relate to or click with anyone and is known as a loner.  He always requests to work alone, which makes other DSO agents think he's a snob.  He doesn't do much to refute those claims.  Leon truly doesn't care what other people think about him; the thought doesn't even really enter his mind that other people do think about him. 

--He likes thinking that he's fashionable, but really he's a 90's grunge "leather jacket and boots" guy.  He just has money for the expensive boots and jacket these days. 

--His dad was a musician and a long-haired beatnik, and is one of the reasons Leon has a longer hairstyle.

--Despite the drinking, Leon eats healthily and has real disdain for junk food.  In his mind the two balance out (they do not.)

--Obviously his reflexes and instinctual movement is top notch, but Leon hates driving anything other than a motorcycle.  He sees vehicles as a means to an end, and usually temporary.  The DSO cringes anytime his mission requests involve vehicles.  Driving is a skill he never cared about or felt passionate learning.  (Other than motorcycles, of course)

--Exception to the above.  His favorite car is the Landcruiser, and he has a FJ40, powder blue, locked securely in very expensive storage for when he finally retires or gets a vacation.  It's the only possession he really cares about.  He is fond of Toyotas in general, and his dad drove a blue Toyota truck.

--Sometimes Leon muses about "if things were different" and thinks about his home and white picket fence and the wife and children he'd have, but every time he meanders down that thought train his inner voice reminds him "things are never different" and the thought stops.  Usually this involves alcohol. 

--For the ladies: he's a leg guy.  Any leg will do.  Curvy, thin, muscular, just showing legs is good.  For the gents: he's an arm guy.  Very bro of him.

--His most hated sport is swimming.  Not only is it difficult and blunts every movement he does, but he also has to get wet, and get his hair wet.  0/10.

--Back to physical: Leon isn't really strong with words (clearly) and most of his romantic talk is awkward jokes and banter.  When he's physical with someone, he prefers to just be physical and let his body do the work, just like in combat.  Which now sounds really unromantic when I type that out but eh oh well. 

--His favorite whiskey is MacAllen. No one knows this and he would be weirded out if they did.  THAT INFORMATION IS PRIVATE. 

--Biting fingernails makes his brain short circuit.  If he sees it happening, he WILL stare.  Then again he stares a lot.  But in the biting nails case it will be an intense, judgy stare. 

--He was forced to train with the government, so training in his preferred forms of MA and weapons handling are pretty much his only hobbies aside from drinking.  Leon sometimes hates that he doesn't have better hobbies, but he really loves martial arts and has a gift for that, as well as training others, so he has mostly made peace with the fact that he can't crochet or line dance or whatever.  Despite his inability to connect with others, he's a great teacher and a lot of agents look forward to learning from him. 

--He still watches WWE. 

--He also watches cheesy kung-fu movies and westerns, which is where he picked up most of his propensity for the ridiculous one liners.  Third favorite movie genre would be mafia and crime. 

[byanyan]

@apexulansis sent:ㅤ“I found this while I was out.” In his claws, a hooded leather jacket. It was mostly black, but held a subtle violet undertone that shifted into a warmer hue in different lights. It was adorned with silver bolts around the sleeves and shoulders; patterns of pink-purple decorated its surface, seemingly starting at the back in the shape of a pair of wings or flames (or some other abstract shapes) that reached along the arms. Its surface was scuffed with age and it clearly wasn't something picked off a store shelf, but it was in good condition, free of any rips or tears. It looked comfy, too. Most of all, it was clearly much too small for Ardaka, who was now holding it out with intent in Byan's direction. “I thought you may like it. Might be a bit big for you, but…”

ㅤmouth taking on an 'o' shape as they glanced over at the sound of ardaka's voice and their eyes found the jacket, byan was immediately shuffling closer to get a better look. scanning over all the accents, taking in all the little details, they were riveted. they'd seen a lot of leather jackets over the years, and owned a decent collection already, but never had they seen one quite like this. it was so... them.

gaze flitting upward when ardaka confirmed it was brought with them in mind, then back down as he held it out, the teen all but snatched it out of his hands eagerly.

ㅤㅤ" oversized clothes're fashionable, "ㅤthey replied with a wave of their hand, not remotely bothered if it was a little big. it sure hadn't stopped them from stealing an adult-sized pink leather jacket back when they were eleven, and that thing hadn't come close to fitting until years later, so why would it stop them now? holding the jacket in their hands, byan leaned in closer, eyeing the way the colour shifted slightly when they turned it in the light.

ㅤㅤ" this thing is sick. "ㅤalmost entranced with the purple-ish undertone, they continued to shift the material around, fascinated. they'd never seen someone pull off such an effect with leather... then again, they were still more accustomed to earth leathers — this was probably made from a different animal, which might allow for different treatments and thus different possibilities for the end product... interesting.

turning it over to take a proper look at the back, byan's eyes traced over the pattern with interest. from the colours to the design, it all suited their style so well. it spoke to them instantly, and already some part of their brain was formulating the best outfit they could wear with it. noting how perfect it was for them, however, they couldn't help but realize that ardaka must have thought the same thing. he'd seen it, thought of them, and brought it back for them, which was... nice. while it would never cease to surprise them every time he handed them something he'd seen and thought they'd like, there was no denying that it was nice to be thought of. nice to be known too, to some degree, given how the items he'd bring them were only becoming more and more accurate to their tastes. a bit daunting, to think about how well he was getting to know them, but... not bad. hopefully.

ㅤㅤ" only way this thing could be more perfect for me is if you stole it. "ㅤbreaking themself out of thoughts too deep to be having over a coat, byan lifted their head to grin up at the kariian while they shoved one arm into the jacket's sleeve to try it on. pulling it over their shoulders and slipping their other arm inside, they raised an eyebrow questioningly.ㅤ" so... did you steal it? "ㅤdropping their gaze once more to see how everything fit, they pulled the front of the jacket open and scrutinized the lining.ㅤ" i'm not seein' any blood, so i'm guessin' you didn't take it off one'a your targets. ...mighta been cooler if there was a little blood on it, though. "

[tatatatatara]

14, 18, and 20 for Tatara?

14. Assign a fashion aesthetic to this character.

The "I barely recovered from being homeless for my whole life so I still have the habit of wearing anything available" aesthetic.

No but like I think he really doesn't care for fashion. But I believe his favorite item is leather jacket, he has it in black, white and red (for special occasions). His other go-to items are tank top or turtleneck shirt.

18. How about a relationship they have in canon with another character that you admire?

Houji

The relationship that occupies my brain the most is with Tomoe but I make up mostly everything about it so... I'll go with Eto. They are girl besties/siblings/partners in crime to me. Like they are two broken orphans who fell in the pit of despair but somehow they have absolute trust for each other I think it's beautiful. I would have ship it if Eto shows some kind of interest for Tatara, but she didn't (imo) and I love Tatara too much to let him have a one-sided love (already canon) so I don't ship them romantically.

20. Which other character is the ideal best friend for this character, the amount of screentime they share doesn't matter?

Take and Yomo.

Two silent guys who are bad at expressing themselves but good at listening? Yomo who lost his big sibling? Take who did everything to earn an empty praise from Arima? Those three would get along (sitting together and saying nothing like that one omake scene of Take and Arima)

[sleepyowlwrites]

Sleepy, darling, it's Blorbo Blursday, and I need to hear more about Sebastian and Lunetta. 8) How would you describe their aesthetics? Like, paint me a moodboard with words. 8) 8)

Sebastian is a lazy fashionista, so he wears clothing that fits him very well and that invidually stand out, but puts them together in a haphazard fashion.

he wears a lot of button down tees in every kind of print, but especially stripes, florals and fun ones with mushrooms or cats. he wears skinny and straight jeans in several flavors of brown, green, and grey, and always matches his shoes to his shirt. he favors casual shoes and oxfords, but is not adverse to a boot here and there. he never leaves home without a jacket, even if it's sweltering outside, because he needs to be able to layer and because his favorite articles of clothing are jackets, and he has so many of them, so he has to wear them to justify it. he has leather jackets, bombers, trench coats, sport jackets, cardigans, peacoats, asymmetrical hoodie things, you name it.

he has pierced ears and wears a lot of small golden hoops but also funny studs with alien heads or knives or whatever. his hair is chestnut, and grown to his shoulders during the winter, and he trims it for summertime, but it still falls to his chin. he'll wear it half up or in a small ponytail when he's hot.

Sebastian wears gold, wire-rimmed square-ish glasses, but also has a pair of green and gold plastic frames, and a white-marbled pair as well, both of which he wears less often and when he's in need of a change. he owns contacts but rarely wears them.

in the winter he wears scarves and beanies and fingerless gloves, and he always has a camera on him even when he's not working, because he's a fellow who likes to capture a good shot whenever.

that's Sebastian.

Lunetta wears bright and bold colors, and her hair is usually some bright shade. she changes it about twice a year. in the beginning of the story she's a shade of softer mauve but by the end she's sporting an electric blue.

she wears a lot of cute tops with high-waisted pants or leggings, and also overalls and rompers. she likes a fun pattern graphic tees with pop culture references or cute illustrations. she wears almost exclusively sneakers, usually a sporty brand in a multitude of colors. she favors blues, pinks, and greens the most. she's always wearing multiple accessors, be it bows in her hair, earrings, bracelets, rings, fun bags, belts, etc. she's very eye-catching and likes to smile at herself when she sees her reflection. she dresses to make herself happy and it works. her nails are always in shades of neon, and multicolored to go with any outfit.

she doesn't wear dark colors, really, and uses white to break up all the color she's sporting. she doesn't like to be too hot, so only wears a jacket if it's cold enough to warrant one. her coats are bright colors, too.

Lunetta likes experiementing with colored contact lenses, but mostly sticks to her glasses, either her round silver ones or the bright blue ones with the screw that comes loose. she accessorizes with her makeup too, preferring bold lip and eye colors to neutral or smoky looks. she's a bright personality and dresses like it.

she always has a drink with her, usually a cold one, and consumes so much caffeine it's a wonder that she gets any sleep. she has this in common with Sebastian.

Lunetta's world is bright and saturated, full of blues and pinks, and Sebastian's is also saturated, but in richer tones, greens and purples. Lunetta's world is accented in white, Sebastian's is accented in black. she's living in vibrancy, he's living in emphasis. she's sparkling, he's sophisticated. she's looking up at the sky, he's staring at the horizon.

Lunetta is all warm blues, Sebastian is all cool orange. and they meet on a train, and they're the same.

thanks for asking, Breezy!