#ethnic pattern shirt

[udaiporeonlinef]

Cultural Fusion: Ethnic Print Shirt Collection

Explore the beauty of diverse cultures with our Ethnic Print Shirt. A unique blend of style and tradition, it's your ticket to a world of vibrant patterns and colors.

[the-quiet-fire-of-defiance]

The Māori tino rangatiratanga [sovereignty, self-determination] flag flying alongside Palestinian flags. The tino rangatiratanga flag is black at the top and red at the bottom, the two colours separated by white lines forming a koru (spiral). The Palestinian flag has three horizontal stripes (black, white and green) with a red triangle on the left.

"Pro-Palestine protest at Pacific Islands Forum meeting in Rarotonga"

A young child holding an ili (Samoan woven fan) that says Samoa for Palestine

A young boy holds a sign reading Justice the seed, peace the flower / Ko te mana whakaaiko hei kākano, kia puawai mai te maungarongo. Beneath is artwork of a fist breaking free from chains below blooming flowers.

Left: the 1975 Māori Land March. Right: the 2018-2019 Palestinian Great March of Return.

If we want to free Hawai'i... [Hawaiian flag] we must also free Palestine [Palestinian flag]. Credit to @ainamomona

A young Māori boy holding a sign that reads MANA MOTUHAKE [independence/autonomy] 4 PALESTINE

A Fijian woman holding a sign that reads Food is not a weapon of war! Stop starving Palestinians! Behind are two more signs. One says CEASEFIRE NOW and the other says DON'T STOP TALKING ABOUT GAZA

A group of Fijians holding candles and wearing shirts that read STOP THE GENOCIDE

Left: a diagram of Palestinian land loss between 1946 and 2009. Right: a diagram of Māori land loss in the North Island of Aotearoa between 1860 and 2000.

A sign reading TANGATA WHENUA [indigenous people] FOR PALESTINE [tino rangatiratanga symbol, Palestine flag symbol]

Three Pasifika people holding signs. The first says MAI LE VAITAFE AGA'I I LE SAMI! [Samoan: from the river to the sea] FREE PALESTINE! The second sign says FROM OUR PASIFIKA OCEAN TO THE RIVER TO THE SEA FREE PALESTINE. The final sign shows the Palestinian and Tongan flags and says 'OFA KI PALESITAINE [Tongan: Love to Palestine]

A group of Pasifika holding signs and banners. They say "HOW MANY MORE KILLINGS IS ENOUGH FOR YOU?" "KŪ'E! KŪ'E! [Hawaiian: Resist! Resist!] PASIFIKA STANDS WITH PALESTINE" "'OFA KI PALESTINE" "FROM THE PACIFIC TO THE RIVER TO THE SEA, PALESTINE WILL BE FREE" "WHERE IS YOUR HUMANITY?" "SAMOANS FOR PALESTINE" "FROM THE RIVER TO THE SEA" "KŪ'E KŪ'E KANAKA WITH PALESTINE" "FREE PALESTINE CEASEFIRE NOW"

A West Papuan man holding two signs. The first says WEST PAPUA STAND WITH MYANMAR. The second says WEST PAPUA STAND WITH PALESTINE

Two signs. The first says PACIFIC ISLANDERS FOR PALESTINE. The second says #FREE PALESTINE #FREE WEST PAPUA #FREE CONGO #FREE SUDAN

A Palestinian flag decorated with Samoan patterns. Words say 'AGA'I MAI LE VAITAFE E O'O ATU I LE SAMI FROM THE RIVER TO THE SEA #Sāmoans4Palestine

A tweet from Tamatha Paul (Waikato-Tainui, Ngāti Awa) on 29 June 2023. Another big win this week, courtesy of @Just4Pal and @nikau4poneke, we [Pōneke Wellington] will be Sister Cities with the Palestinian city of Ramallah 😍 Free Palestine!!!

A Pasifika woman holding two signs. The first says FREE PALESTINE FREE PALESTINE END THE APARTHEID! END THE BLOCKADE! END THE ETHNIC CLEANSING! CEASE STATE SANCTIONED VIOLENCE! CEASE COLONIALISM! BOYCOTT ISRAEL! From the river to the sea, Palestine will be free! The second sign has pictures of Palestinian and West Papuan flags. It says pacific islanders stand in solidarity with Palestine! #FREEWESTPAPUA #FREEPALESTINE CEASE COLONIALISM

A sign that has the tino rangatiratanga flag at the top and Palestinian flag at the bottom. It says Mai te awa ki te moana [from the river to the sea] MĀORI LAW STUDENTS For a FREE PALESTINE

A Pasifika woman holding a sign decorated with Pacific symbols. It says LONG LIVE PALESTINE - PASIFIKA 4 PALESTINE - FROM THE RIVER TO THE SEA PALESTINE WILL BE FREE

Another Samoan fan. This one says PALESTINE WILL BE FREE

[unboundprompts]

How to write about someone’s appearance? Their physique, styles, face , clothes,?

How to Describe a Character's Appearance

-> dabblewriter.com

-> link to Character Description Prompts

Avoid Over-Describing

Overloading readers with too much information can be overwhelming and make your characters feel flat and one-dimensional. Focus on the details that are the most important to the story and the characters themselves.

If the character's appearance is not central to the story, then you may only need to give a basic description. If it plays a significant role, you may want to go into more detail. Always keep the purpose of your physical descriptions in mind.

Show Don't Tell

Don't blatantly state every little thing about your character's appearance, but rather show it through their actions and behaviors.

example: If they are tall, show that through their actions. They have to duck to get under a doorway, they help someone reach the top shelf, etc.

Include Personality Traits

A character's personality is what makes them memorable. Consider their motivations, values, beliefs, and quirks and give them a well-defined personality.

Avoid Stereotypes

Create characters that are more than just their cultural, racial, ethnic, or gender identity. Give them unique interests, hobbies, and personalities. Allow them to have flaws, contradictions, and diverse perspectives.

External Features

External features include a character's height, weight, body type, and general appearance. You can describe their skin color, hair color, eye color, and any distinctive features like freckles or scars. This type of description gives the reader a basic understanding of what the character looks like, which is helpful in creating a mental image.

Clothing

Describing the type of clothing they wear, including the colors, patterns, and how they fit, can reveal a lot about a character’s personality and social status.

For example, a character who wears tailored suits and expensive shoes might be a little snobby and concerned with their image, while a character who wears ripped jeans and t-shirts might be casual and relaxed.

Facial Features

Facial features can be used to give the reader a more in-depth understanding of a character's personality and emotions. You can describe their smile, the way they frown, their cheekbones, and their jawline. You can also describe their eyebrows, the shape of their nose, and the size and shape of their eyes, which can give the reader insight into their emotions.

Body Language

Body language can be used to give the reader an understanding of a character's emotions and personality without the need for dialogue. Describing the way a character stands, walks, or gestures can reveal a lot about their confidence level, mood, and attitude.

For example, a character who slouches and avoids eye contact is likely to be shy, while a character who stands up straight and makes direct eye contact is likely to be confident.

Words to Describe Various Features

Head and face

Oval: rounded, elongated, balanced, symmetrical

Round: full, plump, chubby, cherubic

Square: angular, defined, strong, masculine

Heart: pointy, triangular, wider at the temples, narrow at the chin

Diamond: angular, pointed, narrow at the forehead and jaw, wide at the cheekbones

Long: elongated, narrow, oval, rectangular

Triangular: angular, wide at the jaw, narrow at the forehead, inverted heart-shape

Oblong: elongated, rectangular, similar to oval but longer

Pear-shaped: narrow at the forehead, wide at the jaw and cheekbones, downward-pointing triangle

Rectangular: angular, defined, similar to oblong but more squared

Facial features

Cheeks: rosy, plump, gaunt, sunken, dimpled, flushed, pale, chubby, hollow

Chin: pointed, cleft, rounded, prominent, dimpled, double, weak, strong, square

Ear: large, small, delicate, flapped, pointed, rounded, lobeless, pierced

Eyes: deep-set, angled, bright, piercing, hooded, wide-set, close-set, beady, slanted, round, droopy, sleepy, sparkling

Forehead: high, broad, wrinkled, smooth, furrowed, low, narrow, receding

Jaw: strong, square, defined, angular, jutting, soft, weak, chiseled

Lips: full, thin, chapped, cracked, puckered, pursed, smiling, quivering, pouty

Mouth: wide, small, downturned, upturned, smiling, frowning, pouting, grimacing

Nose: hooked, straight, aquiline, button, long, short, broad, narrow, upturned, downturned, hooked, snub

Eyebrows: arched, bushy, thin, unkempt, groomed, straight, curved, knitted, furrowed, raised

Hair

Texture: curly, straight, wavy, frizzy, lank, greasy, voluminous, luxurious, tangled, silky, coarse, kinky

Length: long, short, shoulder-length, waist-length, neck-length, chin-length, buzzed, shaven

Style: styled, unkempt, messy, wild, sleek, smoothed, braided, ponytail, bun, dreadlocks

Color: blonde, brunette, red, black, gray, silver, salt-and-pepper, auburn, chestnut, golden, caramel

Volume: thick, thin, fine, full, limp, voluminous, sparse

Parting: center-parted, side-parted, combed, brushed, gelled, slicked back

Bangs: fringed, side-swept, blunt, wispy, thick, thin

Accessories: headband, scarf, barrettes, clips, pins, extensions, braids, ribbons, beads, feathers

Body

Build: slender, skinny, lean, athletic, toned, muscular, burly, stocky, rotund, plump, hefty, portly

Height: tall, short, petite, lanky, willowy, stocky, rotund

Posture: slouching, upright, hunched, stiff, relaxed, confident, nervous, slumped

Shape: hourglass, pear-shaped, apple-shaped, athletic, bulky, willowy, curvy

Muscles: defined, toned, prominent, ripped, flabby, soft

Fat distribution: chubby, plump, rounded, jiggly, wobbly, flabby, bloated, bloated

Body hair: hairy, smooth, shaven, beard, goatee, mustache, stubble

Weight: light, heavy, average, underweight, overweight, obese, lean, skinny

Body language: confident, nervous, aggressive, submissive, arrogant, timid, confident, relaxed

Body movements: graceful, clunky, fluid, awkward, jerky, smooth, agile, rigid

Build

Muscular: ripped, toned, defined, well-built, buff, brawny, burly, strapping

Athletic: fit, toned, agile, flexible, energetic, muscular, athletic, sporty

Thin: skinny, slender, slim, lanky, bony, gaunt, angular, wiry

Stocky: sturdy, broad-shouldered, compact, muscular, solid, robust, heavy-set

Overweight: plump, chubby, rotund, heavy, portly, corpulent, stout, fleshy

Fat: overweight, overweight, rotund, heavy, bloated, tubby, round, fat

Lean: lanky, slender, skinny, thin, wiry, willowy, spare, underweight

Larger: large, heavy, hefty, substantial, solid, overweight, portly, rotund

Skin

Texture: smooth, soft, silky, rough, bumpy, flaky, scaly, rough

Tone: fair, light, pale, dark, tan, olive, bronze, ruddy, rosy

Complexion: clear, radiant, glowing, dull, blotchy, sallow, ruddy, weathered

Wrinkles: deep, fine, lines, crow's feet, wrinkles, age spots

Marks: freckles, age spots, birthmarks, moles, scars, blemishes, discoloration

Tone: even, uneven, patchy, discolored, mottled, sunburned, windburned

Glow: luminous, radiant, healthy, dull, tired, lifeless

Tautness: taut, firm, loose, saggy, wrinkles, age spots, slack

Condition: healthy, glowing, radiant, dry, oily, acne-prone, sunburned, windburned

Style

Clothing: trendy, stylish, fashionable, outdated, classic, eclectic, casual, formal, conservative, bold, vibrant, plain, ornate

Fabric: silk, cotton, wool, leather, denim, lace, satin, velvet, suede, corduroy

Colors: bright, bold, pastel, neutral, vibrant, muted, monochrome

Accessories: jewelry, hats, glasses, belts, scarves, gloves, watches, necklaces, earrings, bracelets, rings

Shoes: sneakers, boots, sandals, heels, loafers, flats, pumps, oxfords, slippers

Grooming: well-groomed, unkempt, messy, clean-cut, scruffy, neat

Hair: styled, messy, curly, straight, braided, dreadlocks, afro, updo, ponytail

Makeup: natural, bold, minimal, heavy, smokey, colorful, neutral

Personal grooming: clean, fragrant, unkempt, well-groomed, grooming habits

Overall appearance: put-together, disheveled, polished, rough, messy, tidy

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[the-witchhunter]

You know, if Spider Punk gets people interested in punk, good. We all have to start somewhere and Hobie is a damn good representation. If he is what makes a person go “hey, this seems cool, I should check it out.” good. That’s one more person interested in punk and wanting to get into it. 

That being said, if you are new to punk(hi baby punks!) some things to keep in mind

1. Punk philosophy is largely anti-authoritarian. Individual and even punk communities differ on specifics, and some are more political than others, but the core themes tend to be resisting those who would control and oppress us, and supporting and including people in your community

2. Punk fashion SHOULD NOT BE EXPENSIVE. A lot of fashion companies will try and sell you jackets for a couple hundred bucks, but that’s just corporations trying to cash in on a subculture. A big part of Punk and its history is DIY because Punk should be open to everyone and putting that behind a fashion paywall is just not punk. You don’t even need to be dressing punk to BE punk, but thrift your clothes. Make stencils and use spray paint or bleach to give it a pattern. Use old jeans to make patches. Buy your spikes and studs in bulk and go wild. Turn your old t shirt that doesn't fit anymore into a back patch. Go crazy with some safety pins. You can make more with $30 than you can buy from a designer for $300. And skill is not needed, frankly if it looks a little wonky it makes it look more punk

3. Dental floss makes for good thread for sewing on patches. It’s good for thick, stylistic stitches and is both cheap and durable. Don’t know why I made this its own point but it’s one of the most common tricks for punk DIY besides taking paint to scraps of fabric to make a patch. Honestly, if you want to know how to do more, just ask other punks how they made their vests and jackets, they’ll probably be happy enough to tell you

4. Punk philosophy and music is closely related. The communities evolved around the music scene so it is closely linked. Give some punk bands a try if you haven't already. There’s a bunch of subgenres so you’ll probably find something you like. From OG “proto punk” where the sound was still developing into what we call punk, to pop punk, anarco punk, and folk punk. There are people who say you can’t be punk if you don’t listen to the music, and there’s a whole conversation to be had about all that, but it’s just a good idea to try listening to some punk music

5, Nazis fuck off

6. Seriously, nazis fuck off. There’s a whole history behind it and why we associate skinhead punks with neo nazis. Largely we’ve made it clear we don’t want nazis in our community and the street punk music scene that nazi punks became associated with has made strides to separate themselves from that.

7. Be cool and respectful of people regardless of religion, ethnicity, race, sexuality, gender, background, etc. Solidarity with our community is important and all sorts are welcome. Gatekeeping isn’t cool and frankly women and minorities have done a lot for punk as a whole. Respect for everyone

[atlaculture]

Hello!! Firstly, I love your blog, thank you so much for providing such useful and interesting information! Secondly, how was pirate culture in the Qing dynasty? Especially in regards to their clothes. I'd like to make an Earth Kingdom pirate oc, so I've been taking some inspiration from Jiang from the comics and Ching Shih, a famous pirate, but I'd love to see any information you could provide about this topic! Thank you!

What a neat question! The pirate culture during the Qing Dynasty was really interesting. Since I know I have a lot of historical fashion fans following this blog, I'll show you the inspiration board I created first and then try to connect it to the Avatar world. If you're interested in the history of Qing-era pirates or the greater context behind my clothing recommendations, you can click on the "Keep Reading" line.

So what might the pirates of the Qing Dynasty have worn?

Since Qing Dynasty pirates spent most of their time in the South China Sea and docked along the China-Vietnam borderlands--- both the Qing Dynasty and the Tây Sơn Dynasty had employed these pirates at different points in time--- they were likely a mix of Chinese and Vietnamese culturally, if not ethnically. Their clothing would reflect this, as well as incorporating fabrics and cuts that would be suitable for a tropical climate. In general, their wardrobe would be very Southeast Asian in style.

Since you seem to be designing a female OC, I figured I'd make a collage of clothing and accessories that a Qing Dynasty lady pirate might have.

Headwear

Khăn lươn (Vietnamese Women's Headwrap) - Used to keep hair neat and out of the way. It's like a halfway point between a turban and a hairband.

Khăn mỏ quạ (Vietnamese Women's Headscarf) - A bandana that Vietnamese women would wear over their Khăn lươn to shield their hair from the sun. It literally means "Crow's Beak Scarf", because the bandana forms a triangle shape at the front.

Mũ chữ Đinh (Vietnamese Military Officer's Hat) - Many Qing Dynasty pirates would offer their services to the Tây Sơn Dynasty (Vietnamese) navy. I can imagine some pirates wearing these hats as a spoil of war. The hat is showcased on the bottom left corner of the collage.

Nón lá (Asian Conical Hat) - A traditional hat that is commonly worn in Asia by any profession that labors outside. It's probably the hat most associated with East and Southeast Asia.

Đinh Tự (Vietnamese Women's Hat) - A giant, wide-brimmed hat made from dried palm leaves--- it's basically an Asian conical hat on steroids. Whereas the nón lá is relatively gender-neutral, the dinh tự is considered a feminine hat.

Tops

Yếm / Dudou (Vietnamese/Chinese Halter Top) - Fun Fact: Its original purpose was to keep the belly warm, as the stomach is the sea of chi!

Áo gấm (Vietnamese Tunic) - A thin overcoat worn over the yếm. It's often fastened with a sash.

Áo bà ba (Vietnamese Folk Shirt) - A lightweight shirt with slits on the side.

Suoyi (Chinese Folk Raincoat) - A cloak made out of local materials such as palm leaves and grass. It was also worn by laborers in Vietnam, Japan, and Korea.

Bottoms

Kangkeng Le (Thai Fisherman Pants) - They're from Thailand, but I've seen them worn in other parts of Southeast Asia.

Váy (Vietnamese Skirt)

Miscellaneous Speculation

Kiềng (Vietnamese Gold Necklace) - Traditionally, gold or silver Vietnamese/Chinese necklaces were solid rings of metal, rather than being composed of small chain links like European necklaces. I imagine a powerful Asian pirate queen would wear at least three kiềng necklaces.

Tattoos - Since Confucian cultures traditionally considered body modification (including cutting your own hair) to be a sign of rebellion and criminality, tattoos would be the perfect status symbol for an Asian pirate! For a uniquely Vietnamese look, you could try incorporating ancient Vietnamese (Dong Son style) patterns to your design. Alternatively, they could have "protection charm" tattoos on their body, to ensure that the spirits watch over them while at sea or during battle.

Cormorants (Fishing Birds) - Historically, the fishermen of China and Vietnam have trained these species of bird to catch fish for them. I think it would be really cool if your pirate OC had some bird companions.

Weapons

Going to lean into the Vietnamese influence for the weapons as well. Most Vietnamese weapons were heavily inspired by Chinese weapons, but with uniquely Vietnamese touches. Generally, these weapons tended to have more tapered blades, metal engravings with floral patterns, and rattan-corded grips with smaller guards compared to their Chinese counterparts.

Dadao/Trường đao (Chinese/Vietnamese Machetes)

Jian/Kiem (Chinese/Vietnamese Doubled-Edged Swords)

Changdao/Guőm truòng (Chinese/Vietnamese Two-Handed Swords) - Fun fact: These swords were really popular with Chinese and Japanese pirates during the Ming Dynasty, as well.

Niuweidao - I don't think there's a Vietnamese version of Oxtail Sabers. Anyways, I've discussed Zuko's trademark swords at length elsewhere. They're civilian weapons that look very pirate-y to me.

Who would the Earth Kingdom pirates be? How would they make a living?

It has been shown that their is a Vietnam analog in the EK, as I've posted about before. The Swampbenders have some Vietnamese inspiration, as well. So the main base operations for EK pirates might have been that EK village that Zuko and Iroh begged in. Maybe the jerk that Zuko stole the swords from was a pirate.

Considering that Froggy Swamp denizens and other Water Tribers would probably be marginalized by EK society, I think their would be good reason for them to become pirates. Especially since waterbending would obviously be a very useful skill to have at sea. Also, since the Northern Water Tribe is shown to be a bit sexist, I could see the surprisingly not-as-sexist world of EK piracy being especially appealing to the ladies of the NWT. As far as EK natives go, farmers and fishermen who've been displaced by the Fire Nation would probably also turn to piracy. Similarly, jaded or corrupt Earth Kingdom and Fire Nation naval officers might switch to piracy, as well. What drives a person to piracy would definitely inform their clothing choices and weaponry.

Like the real-life pirates of the Qing Dynasty, Earth Kingdom pirates likely have no real national loyalties. If you paid them enough, they'd be willing to fight for either the Fire Nation or the Earth Kingdom. You also have to pay them off to cross their territory unscathed. Pirates raid merchant and military ships alike. For refugees who could afford it, they likely paid pirates to smuggle them into Ba Sing Se. Pirates probably also smuggled goods between nations, as well as drugs.

I also think Earth Kingdom pirates would worship water-related spirits, like Yue (+ the Ocean Spirit) or the Painted Lady. Perhaps they'd lay out offerings to spirit alters they'd have onboard or even "feed" the offerings to the seas themselves.

The Greater Context of Chinese Qing Dynasty Piracy

Who were the pirates of the Qing Dynasty?

The pirates of Qing Dynasty were predominantly made up of former farmers and fishermen. During this period, population growth in China lead to land shortages and many farmers lost their land either from being unable to keep up with rising taxes or outright theft from corrupt officials. Fishermen turned to piracy when fishing could no longer guarantee their survival, especially with European pirates and colonial ships invading their waters. In general, extreme poverty drove people to piracy.

Also, Chinese pirates were surprisingly more accepting of female leadership than men from more "respectable" parts of society. This is due to the fishermen roots of many pirates. Traditionally, when a fisherman died, his wife was expected to take over his boat and crew. Also, the two most prominent patron Chinese gods of seafarers are goddesses, Guanyin and Mazu.

What did these pirates do?

Qing Dynasty pirates were a unique fusion of bandit, mercenary, and drug smuggler. Obviously, if you planned on sailing through pirate-infested waters, you had better pay off the pirates to be left unscathed. Otherwise, your ship was getting plundered.

Qing pirates also offered up their talent for violence to the highest bidder during times of war. In the 18th century, Imperial Vietnam would frequently hire and train up Southern Chinese pirates to assist their fleets during naval battles. Those who earned merit during these conflicts would even be granted official military titles. In 1857, the Chinese government would even employ these same South Sea pirates to take down the Portuguese pirates terrorizing their waters.

Finally, as Qing Dynasty piracy reached its epoch at the same time as the First Opium War, Chinese pirates participated in a lot of drug smuggling. As pirates have no loyalty, they had no issue serving as middle-men in the profitable European drug trade.

Where were these pirates found?

The South China Sea was the stomping ground for Qing-era pirates, particularly the Gulf of Tonkin. In terms of ports and towns, they tended to spend a lot of time in the border areas where China met Vietnam. Remember that these pirates offered their services to both Imperial Vietnam and Imperial China, so they didn't exactly have national loyalties.

[manic-maniac-man]

Gucci

Aw08

"The inspirations for this collection were the musicians and artists who emerged in Eastem Europe after the fall of communism, particularly Eugene Hütz of the band Gogol Bordello. Heavy suit styles in velvet and corduroy were matched with shirts and scarves in ethnic-inspired pattems that evoked a sensual atmosphere. These patterns were derived from carpets and tapes tries from the period. The metallic omamentation was also a distinctive feature. With rusted studs and metal parts used here and there. The eveningwear, which featured Brandenburg-style and astrakhan, was highly original." -gap PRESS

[firstservepercentage]

Carlos and Coco seem to be wearing a ming/qing inpired hanfu pattern? But in a very modern "stylization".

okay imma nerd out about chinese traditional clothing a bit (a lot)

so here they are both wearing mid-late Ming dynasty (roughly mid 15th century - mid 16th century)style traditional Chinese clothing. in this period the economy was good so everyone were wearing pretty cloths with fancy patterns (in a lot of the times peasants were not allowed to wear bright colours and complex patterns), and the clothes and their sleeves were quite long and wide.

Carlos here is wearing a Ming dynasty style round collar robe （明制圆领袍）and I am quite sure that this one is of the mid-late Ming period because there are added pieces of cloth to hem of the robe which started to exist in mid-ming. also they managed to cover up his pants and made the whole thing look a lot more proper lol 😭 and carlos' robe has dragon patterning, which would be extremely bold of him if he wore that in early ming (in that period of time only the emperor or very important members of the government could wear clothes wth dragon patterns) but in mid-late Ming the economy was good everyone were quite happy so people didnt really care anymore. But! looking at the cloth and the pattern design and print the maker of this particular robe probably did not think that much about it because this one is probably from the average try-on-some-tradtional-clothes type of stuff at tourist attractions, and would cost around 300CNY if you want to buy one. The better quality ones can easily go 2000+CNY.

Coco here is wearing a stand-up collar side opening short coat （竖领大襟短袄）. yes there is actually a stand-up collar, but this type of collar is usually super tight and shes taller and more muscular than the average asian women so no wonder why she wasnt able to buckle the buttons up😭 this type of collar stated to become popular around mid ming dynasty too. she is also wearing a horse face skirt （马面裙）, which is essentially a really large piece of cloth (its actually two pieces sewed together but anyways) with a lot of pleats but three of them are super wide, and you wear it by wrapping it around your waist with the wide pleats at the front and the back of your body. its the standard lower body clothing for women through out the Ming dynasty, and were also quite popular in the Qing dynasty too. on a side note this thing is actually super comfy and easy to move around in, i some times wear mine on a normal day with a shirt or a sweater or any top and they go together quite well

to explain the two pieces sewed together part ⬇️

and im getting a bit unnecessarily emo over this because when rafa and jcf and moya did that very similar photo shoot in 2005 they were wearing very historically incorrect costumes because knowledge about traditional clothings of the Han ethnic group (ie the majority of chinese people) was largely lost because of several historical events and also people genuinely didnt care. from around 2010 people started to recover knowledge about our traditional clothing again and it started with a very niche group of people (including me) making, buying and wearing very poorly made, quite ugly and historically incorrect clothes lol😭😭😭 so its quite nice to see even though they just pulled out several pieces form the average try-on-some-tradtional-clothes at tourist sites type of collections, these pieces are more or less based on actual historical clothing (tbh the patternings are still kind of sus but its still a huge step forward 😌)

[blu3-ja3]

Civilian clothing? Absolutely and a little Treat as well! Enjoy Lovelies!

O'Connor: Long sleeves and covered neck always, even when hot. Shes insecure about her burn scar and has enough people staring at her for a lifetime. On a very rare occasion does she wear short sleeves and it's ONLY with the 141 around. She likes rich jewel tones and soft fabrics, if it's textured it feels horrible on her skin or it's too tight on her skin, she hates how it makes her scar feels when rubbing against it. She likes silver jewelry and simple makeup, a bit of gloss and her eyes (shadow, liner, cute wing, and mascara) her nails are always painted whatever colors the sergeants pick. A skirt with nice tights or leggings and a cute boot? Yes. A nice pair of jeans with a cute belt and her old black combat boots, classic. Her hair is up, braided, ponytail, bun or beanie. It's only when she goes somewhere nice does she have it down. Her bag always has her knife, a bandana, and a hair tie along with her phone and wallet.

Price: Lumberjack, lots of well fitting flannels and cable knit short sleeve polos. Nice slacks or jeans with nice combat boots and a well kept leather belt. Nice wrist watch that was a gift from Ghost. Bucket hat that matches his flannels color, he originally only had two but Gaz found a color matched bucket hat for each shirt the man had. He didn't wear them at first but eventually indulged his partner. His beard is always well manicured and trimmed.

Ghost: Mans is unironically fashionable and only wears black. Wears long and short sleeve button ups they're all perfectly tight and hugs his chest and arms well. Soap makes sure of that. Nice jeans or slacks with a black and silver belt and his well worn combat boots. Silver wrist watch, chain necklace, and rings, with black nails. He keeps a face mask on and most times wears a beanie so his eyes and the makeup on them are the only thing seen. There's a difference between Ghost doing his eyes and Soap doing his eyes. Ghost's makeup is what he always does, smeared black nothing fancy. Soap's is intricate with liner and designs, it's still chaotic but in a beautiful way, it's perfect for Ghost.

Gaz: Fashion king, everything he wears is color coordinated with Price. Sweaters with knitted designs or embroidery over a white or black collared shirt. Well tailored black or brown slacks or jeans with a belt to match the sweater main color. Nice pair of chucks customized for Gaz by Soap as a birthday present. Lots of silver jewelry and accessories out the ass.

Roach: Nice acid washed jeans and graphic tees under an unbuttoned flannel. Nice pair of vans and goofy mismatched socks. Patterned belts, multi colored beanies, and chipped nail polish. He keeps his skateboard on him and walks around with his dog Ripley.

Soap: Punk Soap? Punk Soap... Why else the goofy hair cut? He's got a custom leather jacket with hand made patches, studs, and spikes. Graphic or band tees with ripped jeans or colored checkered pants. Well worn black combat boots with custom design embroidery. Chocker with a little ghost charm, rings and layered necklace and bracelets, as well as tongue and ear piercings. Will sometimes wears fake nose and lip piercing jewelry. Nail polish and eye makeup that matches his outfit, wears black lipstick sometimes it drives Ghost crazy.

Lil Treat height and ethnicity ( I think that what its called but idk I'm not smart)

THEY'RE ALL BRITISH ARMY!

Ghost: 6'7" (British Dad/German Mom)

O'Connor: 6'5" (Irish Mom/Scottish Dad)

Price: 6'4" (Both British Parents)

Gaz: 6'2" (Swahili Mom/British Dad)

Roach: 5'9" (British Mom/Jewish Brit Dad)

Soap: 5'7" (Both Scottish Parents)

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˚◞♡ 𝒋𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒚𝒊 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒓𝒂 209 — the snake-hybrid mad doctor◞ ₊˚

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ “ darling, i have dealt with many hearts, but I've never come across one as pretty as yours, ” ꒱

. ˚◞꒰verse꒱ 209

. ˚◞꒰face claim refs꒱ ( x ) ( x ) ( x )

. ˚◞꒰species꒱ grim reaper, snake hybrid

. ˚◞꒰ethnicity꒱ chinese

. ˚◞꒰age꒱ 46

. ˚◞꒰gender꒱ male

. ˚◞꒰mbti꒱estj

. ˚◞꒰aliases꒱ the doctor, the surgeon, doctor herrera, the heartless, the black plague ( by enigma, the resistance ), snakie-boy, snake-bitch ( by haitao )

. ˚◞꒰appearance꒱

𖹭. oftentimes seen wearing his deceptively kind smile, fooling even the most skeptical of people when they catch a glimpse of the red painted lips stretched out on his face.

𖹭. deep amber snake eyes are often hidden by a pair of maroon contacts, hiding away the truth like the rest of his general body language and confident posture.

𖹭. long, silky black hair that falls past his shoulders, usually put into a half-ponytail or let loose.

𖹭. is able to unhinge his jaw, putting on display, his forked elongated tongue, rows of sharp teeth and his two snake fangs protruding whenever he yawns

𖹭. wears a wide range of jewellery, thin gold necklaces and chokers covering his neck and shoulders. while his ears are covered in a pair of standard lobe piercings, along with a helix — right ear covered in a conch and tragus piercing. rings covering his fair toned fingers.

𖹭. stands at the towering height of 6’7 ft ( 201cm ), with a lean and well toned figure.

𖹭. androgynous, sharp and soft facial features.

𖹭. very fluid and elegant in the way he moves and overall looks.

𖹭. primarily dons the red makeup styles.

𖹭. extremely vintage styled aesthetic in fashion choice, loves wearing poet shirts and suits.

𖹭. he has a frenum piercing ( peepee piercing )

. ˚◞꒰personality꒱

𖹭. deceivingly kind and serene demeanor hiding the sadism and manipulative intentions and ulterior motives.

𖹭. he is deceptive in every way and form, his sharp intelligence silencing those who speak against him or try to prevent him from succeeding his goals.

𖹭. has a silver-tongue riddled with false kindness and care the fools that decide to affiliate themselves with him, bringing them into a sense of comfort and security that never was there to begin with — using their confidence as an advantage

𖹭. on the inside, you see the sinister, sarcastic and malicious sociopath that is the true part of the so-called “goodhearted” poet.

𖹭. charming and charismatic words and actions concealing the greedy and sadistic side of him.

𖹭. prefers silence over loud talk, and maintains his anonymity and mystery due to this factor — getting him to talk is not a possibility, even if you tried by forcing it out of him.

𖹭. can be sassy and give blunt replies to people he finds himself irritated with.

𖹭. moodiness is a result of both his snake dna and his traumatic past — or because his husband is not around.

𖹭. calculative and witty — has a great memory and uses it often to note down the speech patterns, movements and body-languages of the people around him.

𖹭. his perceptiveness is the next in line to his intelligence, you cannot outlie the master liar and manipulator, he knows your tricks.

𖹭. hard to anger and irritate, and will applaud you for your audacity and stupidity for trying so.

𖹭. should this man find himself infatuated with someone, he will put his possessiveness and obsessiveness on display. showing you his yandere tendencies and greedy behaviour around them.

. ˚◞꒰with a lover꒱

𖹭. very sweet. very verbally and physically affectionate. you see the more humane side of him that others do not

𖹭. he is exceptionally patient with you. always assuring you when you need and comforting you

𖹭. he loves spoiling you. especially taking you out clothes shopping and letting you try out whatever it is that you may wish. loves seeing you flustered whenever he pulls you into a clothing shop. flustering you whenever he snatches your waist in front of a mirror

𖹭. always worshipping your skin with kisses. he can barely keep his hands off of you

𖹭. possessive, but hides it well with his poetic and loving words. he is most definitely a yandere type. willing to do whatever it takes to keep you at his side.

𖹭. very verbal about how much he obsesses over you, as much as he is clear in his actions that he wants you for himself and no-one else. should anyone look or talk to you in a way he does not like? he will gouge their eyes out, or use them as his newest “patients”

𖹭. loves teasing you and flirting with you until you have lost your breath from giggling or whining for him to shut up

𖹭. a very passionate lover and has no problem in showing his passion for you neither. even when it’s in public

𖹭. pda? what’s that? he’ll pull you into his lap even in a cafe. or kiss you in booths. have his hands on you. anything to show that you are his

𖹭. if anyone lays a finger on you. . . they are dead.

. ˚◞꒰strengths꒱

𖹭. increased bodily function: advanced strength, speed, agility and durability.

𖹭. heightened senses: advanced sight, smell, hearing, taste and awareness of surroundings.

𖹭. healing factor: an average healing factor that heals his injuries far quicker than most

𖹭. fangs and bite: has a set of snake fangs that can secrete two venoms: a paralytic, which he uses for sedation, and a fatal. he can switch between them. and especially powerful bite

𖹭. talons & venomous touch: he has talons that secrete high levels of venom. this venom is extracted by thin wired implanted on his wrists that carry his venom to his nails, resulting in venom-induced touches should he use them on someone.

𖹭. snake physiology: has the flexibility of a snake, therefore his body is able to move in the fluid motion that a serpent would. he is able to dislocate his joints with ease and twist his body in whichever way he prefers. his jaw can unhinge as well.

𖹭. poison immunity: immune to poisons.

𖹭. elastic jaw: the ability to unhinge his jaw to drastic measures

𖹭. hyper climbing and clawing: able to slither up surfaces

𖹭. seismic sense: able to feel vibrations in a seismic way whenever his limbs touch surfaces. he can feel these from quite awhile ago

𖹭. enhanced lung capacity: able to hold his breath for longer

𖹭. stealth: can move around swiftly and quietly

. ˚◞꒰weaknesses꒱

𖹭. poison addiction: due to building up a poison resistance by intaking the substances, he is now immune to poison but in turn has grown addicted to the intake of them. he now does it for the fun of it and as a coping mechanism.

𖹭. abandonment issues: if he is away from the people he loves. this can result in erratic episodes and even have a negative affect on his physical well-being

𖹭. fainting: should he grow overwhelmed, he is prone to fainting.

𖹭. apples: has a mild allergy to apples and takes medication for it.

𖹭. reapers: not much is known of this condition. . . come back later and perhaps you might find out?

𖹭. apples: has a mild allergy to apples and takes medication for it.

𖹭. oranges: has a bad allergy to oranges.

𖹭. daylight: as a nocturnal reaper, daylight and other bright sources of light can weaken his senses of sight as he is used to the darkness of the night.

𖹭. d’akar: an anti-magic material that can greatly weaken him if he comes into contact with it. he, especially is affected by this.

𖹭. extreme emotional attachment: while reapers may remind one of humans, they are not. they are beings with very empathetic instincts and have souls bigger than the average mortal being — a thing that has been with them since their creation. they become extremely attached to things they love and it may cause them to become erratic if enough they love is taken away from them.

. ˚◞꒰relationships꒱

𖹭. rishen herrera: husband, business partner, best friend

𖹭. yuè mèng yáo: mother, deceased

𖹭. zhào mùchén: father, deceased

𖹭. zhào hàoyú: younger brother, deceased

𖹭. zhào haitāo: younger brother, enemy

𖹭. zhào xīyáng: younger brother, deceased

𖹭. wèi lìxuě: enemy

𖹭. liú tàishī: enemy

𖹭. alessio agresta arias: “rival”, deceased

𖹭. lorenzo agresta arias: enemy

𖹭. park tae-hyun: enemy

. ˚◞꒰story꒱

sly grins and skilled yet devilish hands. hidden by kind eyes and serene smiles. how could a gaze like that watch with glee the suffering of experiments?

a mad doctor to match his mad scientist for a husband, experimenting and tormenting enigma and inhumans with the excuse of making a better world. jingyi herrera designs medicines that no other verse has even seen. so what if it's at the cost of a few souls? it's for the greater good. 

so he'll indulge in his insanity. in his horrid morals and his lust for knowledge, for his twisted sense of justice. all if it means succeeding in all of his ambitions and staying at the side of his beloved.

. ˚◞꒰extra꒱

𖹭. he is a doctor and has a clinic on the second floor of valence. he specialises in most areas of anatomy and is a skilled doctor and surgeon.

𖹭. he is also the co-chairman of valence

𖹭. he is fluent in asl and csl

𖹭. he speaks chinese ( mandarin ) and spanish ( latin american )

𖹭. has a cat named Beatrice Herrera Reina the 2nd queen of the abyssal dread

𖹭. loves old-timey romance movies

𖹭. as much as he is mature, he does love giving his assistants a good scare every now and then when he thinks they are being lazy. . . and by scare we don’t mean by lighthearted pranks.

𖹭. likes collecting tea sets.

𖹭. he sometimes smokes

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o 625 words to know in your target language o

There is a really interesting blog called "Fluent Forever" that aids foreign language learners in tricks, tips and techniques to guide them to achieving fluency "quickly" and efficiently. One of the tricks is to learn these 625 vocab words in your target language, that way you have a basis to start delving into grammar with ease as you can understand a lot of vocab right off the bat. Plus this list of words are common across the world and will aid you in whatever language you are learning. Here is the list in thematic order

• Animal: dog, cat, fish, bird, cow, pig, mouse, horse, wing, animal

• Transportation: train, plane, car, truck, bicycle, bus, boat, ship, tire, gasoline, engine, (train) ticket, transportation

• Location: city, house, apartment, street/road, airport, train station, bridge hotel, restaurant, farm, court, school, office, room, town, university, club, bar, park, camp, store/shop, theater, library, hospital, church, market, country (USA,

France, etc.), building, ground, space (outer space), bank, location

• Clothing: hat, dress, suit, skirt, shirt, T-shirt, pants, shoes, pocket, coat, stain, clothing

• Color: red, green, blue (light/dark), yellow, brown, pink, orange, black, white, gray, color

• People: son, daughter, mother, father, parent (= mother/father), baby, man, woman, brother, sister, family, grandfather, grandmother, husband, wife, king, queen, president, neighbor, boy, girl, child (= boy/girl), adult (= man/woman), human (# animal), friend (Add a friend's name), victim, player, fan, crowd, person

• Job: Teacher, student, lawyer, doctor, patient, waiter, secretary, priest, police, army, soldier, artist, author, manager, reporter, actor, job

• Society: religion, heaven, hell, death, medicine, money, dollar, bill, marriage, wedding, team, race (ethnicity), sex (the act), sex (gender), murder, prison, technology, energy, war, peace, attack, election, magazine, newspaper, poison, gun, sport, race (sport), exercise, ball, game, price, contract, drug, sign, science, God

• Art. band, song, instrument (musical), music, movie, art

• Beverages: coffee, tea, wine, beer, juice, water, milk, beverage

• Food: egg, cheese, bread, soup, cake, chicken, pork, beef, apple, banana orange, lemon, corn, rice, oil, seed, knife, spoon, fork, plate, cup, breakfast, lunch, dinner, sugar, salt, bottle, food

• Home: table, chair, bed, dream, window, door, bedroom, kitchen, bathroom, pencil, pen, photograph, soap, book, page, key, paint, letter, note, wall, paper, floor, ceiling, roof, pool, lock, telephone, garden, yard, needle, bag, box, gift, card, ring, tool

• Electronics: clock, lamp, fan, cell phone, network, computer, program (computer), laptop, screen, camera, television, radio

• Body: head, neck, face, beard, hair, eye, mouth, lip, nose, tooth, ear, tear (drop), tongue, back, toe, finger, foot, hand, leg, arm, shoulder, heart, blood, brain, knee, sweat, disease, bone, voice, skin, body

• Nature: sea, ocean, river, mountain, rain, snow, tree, sun, moon, world, Earth, forest, sky, plant, wind, soil/earth, flower, valley, root, lake, star, grass, leaf, air, sand, beach, wave, fire, ice, island, hill, heat, nature

• Materials: glass, metal, plastic, wood, stone, diamond, clay, dust, gold, copper, silver, material

• Math/Measurements: meter, centimeter, kilogram, inch, foot, pound, half, circle, square, temperature, date, weight, edge, corner

• Misc Nouns: map, dot, consonant, vowel, light, sound, yes, no, piece, pain, injury, hole, image, pattern, noun, verb, adjective

• Directions: top, bottom, side, front, back, outside, inside, up, down, left, right, straight, north, south, east, west, direction

• Seasons: Summer, Spring, Winter, Fall, season

• Numbers: 0, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20 21, 22, 30, 31, 32, 40, 41, 42, 50, 51, 52, 60, 61, 62, 70, 71, 72, 80, 81, 82, 90, 91, 92, 100, 101, 102, 110, 111, 1000, 1001, 10000, 100000, million, billion, 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th, 5th, number

• Months: January, February, March, April, May, June, July, August, September, October, November, December

• Days of the week: Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday

• Time: year, month, week, day, hour, minute, second, morning, afternoon, evening, night, time

• Verbs: work, play, walk, run, drive, fly, swim, go, stop, follow, think, speak/say, eat, drink, kill, die, smile, laugh, cry, buy, pay, sell, shoot(a gun), learn, jump, smell, hear (a sound), listen (music), taste, touch, see (a bird), watch (TV), kiss, burn, melt, dig, explode, sit, stand, love, pass by, cut, fight, lie down, dance, sleep, wake up, sing, count, marry, pray, win, lose, mix/stir, bend, wash, cook, open, close, write, call, turn, build, teach, grow, draw, feed, catch, throw, clean, find, fall, push, pull, carry, break, wear, hang, shake, sign, beat, lift

• Adjectives: long, short (long), tall, short (vs tall), wide, narrow, big/large, small/little, slow, fast, hot, cold, warm, cool, new, old (new), young, old (young), weak, dead, alive, heavy, light (heavy), dark, light (dark), nuclear, famous

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Another entry for Filipino related stuff for Grindeldore! (FINALLY)

Barong tagalog & Kundiman

 baro  means “upper garment” -> “Tagalog outfit”

It is an traditional dress shirt worn by Filipino native men during the Spaniards. It's a very thin light but stiff fabric-long sleeve garment that is worn loose and over an undershirt then tucked in the trousers.You can have its designed embroidery vary from leaves, branches, flowers, animals, ethnic patterns, family crests, etc.

For Albus' barong, it has the traditional Pechera or front chest shirt design resembling a phoenix and celestial bodies.

For Gellert's barong, I op for Batok or nape designs that extends to his sleeves that's embroidered with the deathly hallows, lavenders and ridiculously detailed leaves that I may never try again-

Here's the original concept from paper!

Kundiman

comes from the Tagalog phrase “kung hindi man” or “if it were not so”. Written in the Tagalog language, these folksongs were subtly patriotic but typically disguised as love songs...

English translation of the lyrics:

The sign of my chest, O beloved...

Tastes bitter, sweet, and pain upon your lips...

My lover from the moon, I shall continue to be enkindled by you...

As we continue the dance of life...

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Maybe this was in the online digital Nimona artbook before it went offline, but I didn't pay attention to the costume design rules for all the people in the Kingdom, until this video "Visual Storytelling: The Production Design of 'Nimona'" by Gnomon (from which I screencapped all these pics).

It's interesting to consider how these clothing design rules symbolized Ballister's and Ambrosius's positions in society, but also might have reflected bits of their personalities.

"So we first approached it by a very anthropological approach, where we sat down and said, "if this world was to actually evolve in a closed setting, behind these walls, from the medieval, in this kind of fear-based world, how would society evolve from the medieval rules? And how would that work?" So we researched the medieval rules and found that there was the distinction between, you know, nobility and citizenry, and then non-citizens. And so that was a good place to start for us, to say of "How do we organize this massive pool and system of crowd characters? but in a---in a getable way, that also relates to our story and expresses this world that we're doing?""

The Institute:

Nobility:

"So we broke we broke it down into contemporary, um, a contemporary ideology, where our main---our nobility was much more based on, um you know, haute couture rules, where we were---they were simple. They were bold. They were evolution of the kind of royal colors and sumptuary laws that the medieval had, but in a modern, in a modern take."

Citizens:

"Same with the citizens, where we leaned more into broader scope, where we needed to have the ability to have business wear, and athleisure, and, um you know, the color palettes that would be associated. …The range of body types that you would need, and…the range of races and ethnicities."

The Magicals:

Interesting thing about The Magicals, is this note "NO blue or neutral grey (due to the Institute's persecution, magicals have refused to wear Institute colors)."

Ballister's regular clothes seem to be the same color palette as The Magicals. Given the order of these slides, The Magicals seem to be the lowest rank in the Kingdom's society. Previous concept art showed that the Nimona 2023 movie originally would have portrayed a secret society of people with magical powers like Nimona. I assume these costume design rules were for them, though they got cut from the final movie. It seems appropriate that though Ballister has no magical powers, he is dressed in the colors of the Kingdom's lowest societal rank. But as anyone who has drawn him has noticed, the pendant on his shirt is blue. The one color which The Magicals do not wear, because it is the color of The Institute. Ballister is a commoner trying to become a Knight of the Institute, so it makes sense for him. And though Ballister's clothes could maybe be considered shades of gray (as per The Institute), they have the same dark values of The Magicals and are actually more of the "earthy" tones, noted in The Magicals' palettes. Ballister does not wear the light, almost silver, grays of The Institute. But he does wear a blue pendant. And though his pants have a thin golden stripe running down the sides, which is another color emblematic of The Institute, on second look, it is less gold, and more of a light tan, another earthy color. Almost makes me think that after the end of the movie, maybe he should change his blue pendant to purple, since these design instructions for The Magicals also note "One subtle purple item on each magical as a symbol of resistance and solidarity". (It explains the shade of purple in Nimona's skirt.)

Interesting to look at Ambrosius's outfit, while considering these design instructions. Ambrosius does not wear the "bold" colors or high amount of patterns prescribed for Nobility. Instead, he wears white and a dark shade of blue, with mostly solid, non-patterned clothes, as prescribed for The Institute. He is their symbol, through and through. Except for one point: his hoodie's secondary color of tan. Not only is tan an earthy tone, like The Magicals, the lowest societal rank in the Kingdom, but is takes up a noticeable amount of space in his outfit. It is almost like his one little piece of rebellion against his birth position and the expectations of society for him to represent The Institute and Nobility. It may be his one expression of who he is as a person, rather than the expectations placed onto him. It's kind of interesting that they let him get away with that. Maybe he had to fight for it. Maybe it makes him feel closer to Bal. Maybe he likes the distance it puts between him and the Institute. Maybe he didn't get brave enough to start wearing such colors until after he met Bal. (Now I'm getting into headcanon territory.)

Medievals:

This was explained as the costume design instructions for the flashback characters from 1,000 years ago.

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The Peacock and The Crow

(Chapters 7 & 8)

CO WRITERS, SPELL CHECKERS, AND HONESTLY THE PEOPLE WHO HELPED ME WRITE THIS: @cha0sdumpster AND @charliestories

Word count: 8,314

TAGS:

Reyno - @radkatzzstuff

Sage, Eros, and Elio - @erosjournal

Lydia - @prmoise

WARNINGS: ginger descriptions (keith wallis)

CHAPTER SEVEN: I taught myself how to sword fight.

So apparently, Nico was a demigod, like the ones I've read in myths in Greek mythology. Nico explained to me in the taxi about what and why I was kidnapped. The monster back there was my teacher, but she wasn't a person. mortal? thing?? He explained what she was, which was a fury. Not the furry type, though. She was very demonic and feathery, nothing like Ive seen in my books and pictures.

Nico then explained that I was special, not academically but special in another way. I was a demigod.

”demi..god?” I said, looking right at him with a look of amazement and bewilderment “So you're saying my mom fell in love with a god? like Jesus?” Nico looked at me, confused. “No, like Greek gods.” he explained nonchalantly.

”Oh…so like Hera...Hades? Apollo and Athena?” I said, eyebrows raised in amazement. Did I finally find my purpose in life? Did I finally find another reason other than to be a child therapist? 

Was this everything I wished for?

”Yes, exactly that.” Nico crossed his arms, facing his side of the taxi to look out the window. I did the same but I looked down at my palm, still holding the necklace that Miss Fiore threw at me. “She would probably want this back. I’ll hold onto it for her” I thought, putting on the necklace.

It only took a few hours until we reached land. I accidentally fell asleep in the taxi, which passed time. My eyes flickered open, only to be met with the blinding sunlight streaming in through the window. I squinted and winced, turning away. In the other window, I saw a big sign, something in Greek. Camp half-blood? Was that a blood donation site for kids with cancer?   “Here we are. I’ll take you to the big house.” Nico said, opening the car door and shutting it behind him. I caught up quickly, a little out of breath. We walked, passing campers of various heights, ethnicities, and ages. Most of the campers were sixteen or even higher, for the rest, they looked my age.

As me and Nico reached this place he called the big house, there was a short stubby man  wearing a leopard pattern button up shirt. He had brown shorts on, and he had a can of diet coke. He was lounging on a lawn chair, with a diet coke can in hand. Despite 

He looked at me and Nico, before he yelled “NICOLAS D’ANDERSON AND THE NEW CAMPERS HERE!”, was Nicolas D’Anderson, Nico’s real name?

I stood next to nico, although he was my kidnapper, he was the only person I knew so far. 

“Kid, this is Mr, D. He’s the director for Camp Half Blood.” 

“Mr D? What does the D stand for?” I asked Nico, still staring at this Mr D. Did it stand for Mr Diet Coke? I watched him take a sip from the can he was holding  “Dionysus.” I heard Nico say, then another person came. Or a centaur, to be more accurate. He looked like a reverse-tikbalang (horse creature in filipino myths), where the top was human and the bottom was a horse.  My eyes widened, and my attention suddenly reverted to him. 

The centaur was wearing a dark brown vest with a white button-up underneath, he had a red tie and a short beard that wrapped around his jawline. The centaur had kind weathered eyes, like he’d been around for more than a few decades. His hair was medium length, he looked like Jesus if he had short hair, to be honest. His lower half was chestnut brown, like the type of horse you’d think of when the word “horse” is mentioned. It made him tower over us but in a non-threatening way. “Ah, you must be June.” I nodded, my eyes still glued on him. Nico just turned around and walked away. 

He was tall, very tall. I must look like a midget compared to him. “…yes, that's me,” I mumbled, loud enough for him to hear. The short stubby man who called Nico by the wrong name got up and walked back inside the big light-blue house. “You must be tired after your trip here, no?” the centaur gestured for me to come inside. I hesitated but stepped onto the deck and through the door. He followed, his hooves clip-clopping as he stepped onto the wooden floor. Outside were a couple of lawn chairs and tables, making it seem like a vacation home. 

The inside of the place was quite big. It was mostly made of wood, and the entrance led into a living room. It consisted of a brown couch. A brick fireplace was against the wall, a leopard head over the mantle. Unlike normal taxidermied leopard heads, it appeared to be sleeping rather than having its eyes wide open and eternally awake.  He gestured for me to sit down on the couch, and I did. I sat down as I normally would whenever a teacher asked me to go chat with them outside the classroom. My eyes still explored the room, before focusing on the centaur. I folded my hands on my lap and looked up at him as he cleared his throat to speak. “You may call me Chiron.” I nodded, my voice almost a whisper, but loud enough for Chiron to hear. “Yes, sir.” He smiled in acknowledgement. “Well, this camp is for children like you. Demigods.” Oh, so not a blood donation site. I nodded with interest, with the same amazement I had when Nico told me what I was in the car. 

“You do understand what a demigod is, correct? I hope Nico told you on the way here.” I nodded again, not daring to say another word to this stranger. He may have told me his name, but I still didn't fully understand and trust him. His horse tail flicked behind him as he continued, 

But before he could continue, he noticed the little scar on my lip. Chiron’s eyebrows furrowed in concern. I bit my lip, the sharp metallic taste pricking the tip of my tongue. 

“It might be best if you head to the infirmary.” He noted. He made his way back outside, to the door. Then he led me from there to the infirmary, which was quite far from the big house. We passed a big river, where lots of girls lounged on the riverbank, chatting and gossiping. (well, not really girls, but they seemed to dissolve into the water whenever they slipped in.) They must be nymphs. We walked past multiple campers, some of whom were handling and holding weapons like giving sharp objects to minors was normal. Is this camp okay? What was even more concerning was that a majority of them seemed pretty good at dealing with weapons. 

I wanted to ask Chiron if handing kids weapons was okay and legal around here, but I couldn't. I just stayed silent as I followed the centaur to the infirmary. I looked around while we were at it, seeing all the campers in orange shirts, some dirty, and some bloodied. We walked into this  place, it looked like a rectangle from my point of view.

When I first entered, I saw this big campfire in the middle. Why were they starting a fire in midday? There was a young girl attending to it, she looked to be nine, nine years old. Chiron and I turned left, now we were standing in front of cabin 7. The sunlight beamed down on it, and boom! It looked like gold, glittering like the cabin was made of solid light.

There were three campers in front of the cabin, talking. The one on the left had soft-looking blonde hair, she was wearing a simple outfit, something I’d probably wear.

The girl was wearing a long plaid skirt that reached below her knees, she was wearing soft green boots and mismatched socks. On Top of the skirt was a light sage green coat, all buttons, buttoned up. She also had a gray scarf and a green satchel. Next to her was a boy, they didn’t look to be dating but more like best friends. He looked to be sixteen and had a baggy shirt on with baggy pants to match. His hair was short, fluffy even. But the 

In the middle of them was a satyr, and I couldn’t tell what gender they were, so I’m just gonna call them they/them. They had the same orange shirt most of the other campers were wearing, and they had on brown jorts, which complemented their shaggy hindquarters. 

The trio stopped talking abruptly once they noticed us standing there. “New blood?” The boy spoke up, I froze. Now their attention was on me, I didn't like that. The satyr walked in and gestured for me to follow, chiron patted my back gently, as if telling me to go in and follow.

I did, I followed for I still had an injury. “so, are you new here?” they asked me. I nodded and followed them to a room. They knocked on the door and someone opened it

He was tall, but not taller than chiron. He had a wavy mop of bright blonde hair, he wore a surgical mask and a white coat. Underneath it, he wore brown cargo shorts and a sage green plain shirt. He wore a bead necklace, the same one everyone wore. On the lapel of his coat, the sticker tag read “Hi, my name’s Will!”. Will looked tired, like a sleep-deprived surfer boy. His eye bags weren’t too deep, though. They were overlapped by his freckles,  “Oh, hey come in. sit down on the bed” He  stifled a yawn, removing his mask and rubbing his eyes. His smile was calm and sleepy, like the type of smile you would see at a picnic during the summer.

”You can leave them to me, Elio.” The satyr left while will closed the door. “Your new right?” He had a slight texan accent as he brought out his check board. “My name’s Will, nice to meet you!” He introduced himself, sitting down on his chair. 

“Oh, Im June,” I replied, looking around the small room. He started to write something on his check board. “nice to meet you, june. How did you get this injury?” He pointed to the small scratch on the corner of my lip. “A fury apparently. Nico told me on the way here.” “Ohh, yeah they suck. A lot more of these things will happen to you while you’re in and out of camp, but you’d get used to it.” Will got up, and grabbed a small cup of yellow liquid. 

“Here, drink this” he gave me the cup, I drank it all. It tasted like mango pudding cubes? My dad used to buy these for me when he'd travel to cebu or bohol. “what’d taste like?” Will started to dab lightly the piece of cotton on the scar of my lip.

”Mango pudding cubes.” I replied. 

“Ooh, mango pudding cubes, what’s that?” Will asked, tilting his head. 

”Its a type of candy you can get in the Philippines. Mostly in Tagaytay or Coron.” He put the bandaid on the scar, before patting head. “I’ll try them sometime, June! That sounds pretty good.” I got off the bed and walked out, “Oh, and welcome to camp.” Will added, remaining in the room. 

It was already getting late, the sun was setting by the time I got out. Chiron was still there, he was talking with Mr D about something. “Oh june, eros over here will be showing you were you’ll be sleeping tonight, somethings have come up and I wont be able to take you there myself, welcome to camp, by the way...” it was the last thing chiron told to me before he walked off with Mr D, to be in a hurry…

”Hey, you're June right?” A guy came up from behind me, strolling up in front and holding out his hand, “Im eros, this is Sage and the guy who showed you in was Elios.” He gestured as I shook his hand, looking at the three of them. “I’m June.”

We all walked, the trio in front of me talking about stuff. “so june, where are you from?” Elio asked, now walking beside me. “…the philippines.” I replied, shoving my hands in my jacket’s pockets since I was still in my uniform. “the philippines? I heard its hot there" "It is.” I kept my answers short.

Eros and his friends showed me where I’ll be staying the night, cabin 11. They gave me a sleeping bag and a fresh set of clothes for the night, it was an oversized CHB shirt with plaid pants, it looked big. Sage said it was the last one they had that was for kids like me. 

The trio showed me to a place where I could shower and change clothes. I stepped into the place, it looked like a prison. It was empty, and cold. The stall doors made from wood, and the floor was made up of tiles. I walked to the last stall to take a shower. Putting the clothes eros and friends gave me onto a nearby stool to take off my shoes. I had to crouch down on the ground as I unlaced my shoes. After my shoes were off and placed to the side, I stepped into the stall, to finally take a nice warm shower-

Except, when I turned it on, the water came out freezing cold. I let out a yelp, no one seemed to hear or to notice. I guess eros and his friends had to leave. It was quiet, a little too quiet for my liking. I showered quickly and changed into the clothes the trio gave me and quickly left the place, gave me the creeps.

When I walked out, it looked peaceful. The light of the moon illuminating the place. I walked to cabin 11, quickly, I was tired after the day I had.

When I entered the cabin, there were a lot of people sleeping in the bunks and others sleeping on the floor with a sleeping bag. I couldn't find an open space, except for one near the entrance. Opening my sleeping bag, I just laid in it and stared into the roof of the cabin. My glasses were placed right next to my head as I just wondered.

Was this the life I wanted? Did I finally escape the pain and suffering i've been through since I was born?

maybe. 

CHAPTER EIGHT: This is why I don't socialize.

I woke up the next day, my back sore after sleeping in the Hermes cabin. I didn’t like it there, it was slightly cramped. I had to sleep on the floor near the entrance since there was no space for new campers. The actual Hermes kids or the ones that arrived earlier than I did occupied the bunks. It was hotter here, and I’m pretty sure I saw someone sneak in here. They came out with toilet paper and a sweater they weren’t wearing when they slipped through the door. In the moonlight, their appearance looked slightly dishevelled, their face hard to make out as the harpies swooped upon them in a flurry of feathers and screeching. 

This reminded me of home, when my mother would come home late with a bottle of wine and a missing shoe. She’d always ask me for her pyjamas and water as if she were the child in this scenario. I’d always lay them out neatly on the couch, with a glass of water on the coffee table like the good child-mother I was. 

I flinched, as a loud sound interrupted my thoughts and the atmosphere the sunrise was setting, waking up everyone else from their bunks.  I even saw two guys get up from the same bunk. I rubbed my eyes, as a small sliver of sunlight peered through the crack of the door. Sitting up as the hood of the sleeping bag fell to my waist. I stretched. That was not as bad as the nights I’d spent back at home. I watched as everyone else got ready, going to the bathroom, and fixing their hair and beds. The person I slept with even fixed the order of their plushies, aligning them against their pillow. I followed and did the same, rolling up my sleeping bag and putting it in a corner so that it wouldn't get trampled on. A lot of people weren't there and didn’t take notice of me as I put on my shoes.

I followed everyone, staying behind like a black sheep from its flock.  

Staying behind everyone, I noticed that there was another guy in the back. He looked like a satyr but if they were more wolf-like. The guy was wearing a green flannel, a CHB shirt like mine and jeans? not really jeans though. His hair looked fluffy, soft, and silky even. He was chatting with some people, joking around with them as the group walked. 

He soon spotted me, just walking there, in silence since I didn't have anyone to talk to. The boy excused himself, and the two other people continued walking without him. He bounded over to where I was, smiling as he spoke. “Hey you! you're the kid who Nico brought in, right?” I nodded, his tone was silly, to say the least. “I could show you around half blood if you’d like? oh I’m reyno by the way!” ”june.” He blinked, a little confused. “june?” 

“That's uh, my name.” I responded, keeping it short and simple since I didn't want him to think I was weird. We walked and talked the entire time, he reminded me of mars, in a way. Maybe it was because of how similar they were, when they talked about their interest while fidgeting or shaking their hands. He was cool. Reyno talked about competitions he’s competed in, making small jokes about it too. “Have you been in any competitions, june?” He looked at me all excited. “…I've been in a few drawing competitions?” 

“You gotta show me your drawings sometime!” Reyno exclaimed, his tail wagging excitedly behind him. Jeez he really did remind me of Mars. I wanted to say more, keep the conversation going. I fidgeted in place, eyes darting around. “...I’ve left my stuff back at school. Like, that includes my notebook…yeah.” Reyno nodded in understanding, still beaming. He was smiling so wide that his canines were showing. “That’s cool, Maybe you can make more drawings here.” I nodded, didn't really know what to do.

The group of campers that came out of the hermes cabin started to disperse as we reached a circular building. It had pillars and a rope of cabin flags to the left side. There were picnic tables that surrounded the middle, which had a fire pit, with a live fire. It was quite cold, but no one was shivering even though most were wearing shorts or CHB tank tops. I just followed Reyno to a table with some of the Hermes campers. 

“uhm…do we get our food or?” I asked Reyno, a little confused because I didn't see a buffet or a place to ask for food. I usually see those types of things in hotels or my school.

 “Oh, the nymphs usually serve our food!” he exclaimed. Then a green boy came by our table, he was holding a lot of plates, with varying foods. One on his left hand, holding pancakes, the other holding eggs and bacon. On his shoulders was a plate with toast with a bowl, his right shoulder had another plate with waffles. 

“see?” Reyno said as the guy placed the plate of waffles “Thank you sir”, the guy looked to me and asked “what do you want for breakfast, new camper?” He smiled as he said this. I inhaled, feeling my cheeks flush. Damn, he was cute.

”I-I’ll take the toast” I said, he placed the plate with the toast and the bowl right in front of me “Thank you”. It was a simple breakfast, toast and cereal. Another green person came by as well, giving me a cup of orange juice and Reyno a cup too, before leaving to give the others drinks.

”Those are the nymphs! they give us breakfast, lunch, and dinner” Reyno started to cut his waffles into bite-sized pieces as I just picked up a spoon and started to eat my cereal.

”nymphs?” I ate a piece of my toast, a sip of orange juice following after. 

“They’re minor deities” He responded, voice muffled by the amount of waffles he shoveled in his mouth. “Then why are they serving us food if they are deities?” I asked, feeling baffled by the information he just dropped on me. Deities in Filipino mythology are usually worshiped or not doing much work. But here they are, serving us breakfast. “Well yeah, but they live at camp like us and they need work to do!” He explained it in a way that I understood, which was nice. I nodded, intrigued.

”Oh, then what do the demigods do?” Reyno then went on a rant on what we as demigods do, we go on quests and help others. He explained that we train and do classes to do better for the mythological world. He was cut off as we saw everyone from our table get up to scrape our food into the fire.

“Is the food here that bad?” I stood next to Reyno as we put in bits of our breakfasts. He put a small piece of his waffle, and I put my toast. “We’re offering to the gods!”He exclaimed, taking a bite out of the lone waffle on his plate.  “The gods? aren't they all high and mighty? Why would they want our breakfast?” I questioned, looking down at my empty plate. Its golden surface reflected my face back, like a small mirror with a few crumbs sticking on it. We walked back to our table to set down our plates for the nymphs to collect. “They’re the gods, we always have to offer to them” He laughed, but his tone didn’t seem to match his usual demeanor. “Come one, come all!! Lend me your ears, for I’m the child this prophecy is talking about!” A boy yelled out, suddenly climbing onto the Hermes picnic table holding his head high as if he was on a stage. He was wearing a big oversized jacket, which looked like a stereotypical wizard’s cloak with the white and purple star pattern on it. His eyes gleamed with the confidence of a magician hosting a show. He flourished his hands dramatically, as if he was A wave of “ooo”s and “ahhs” rose up from the small crowd that was starting to gather around him. I thought they gathered around him because he wasn’t wearing any pants, but he turned out to just be wearing really short jean shorts. If he went to my school, he’d be suspended for 3 weeks just for wearing that. 

“Who's he?” I asked, the same nymph was picking up and cleaning the place after everyone was done eating, along with a bunch of other nymphs. They moved around like they were floating, graceful and light on their feet. Reyno let out a small grunt before he spoke. “Oh, that's Keaton, he’s the son of Hermes. He came in last night, making a big show like the one he’s doing right now.” His eyebrows furrowed. I could tell Reyno didn't like this guy. Was Keaton the guy Chiron was talking about, when he had to leave me to eros, sage, and elio? “I saw him this morning, bragging to the other campers on how he’s the new prophecy child” he rolled his eyes at keaton, his long ears tilting down slightly. We both watched keaton as he continued his weird speech about being the kid who's gonna save us all. I saw some people, looking like they believed it, the others not as much. “Anyways! c’mon, I promised to show you around camp right?” We walked some more, setting down the plates on the Hermes picnic table, Keaton narrowly kicking them off as he flaunted loudly about his “backstory leading up to this fated moment.”  Reyno lead the way, tail wagging with even more enthusiasm the further we got from the mess hall. 

We walked through the strawberry fields, coming across a few satyrs and nymphs using their magic on it to make the vines grow. There were other campers milling about, basking in the sunlight and picking strawberries. Reyno explained that Camp Half-Blood was also running a strawberry business as a font. Apparently, if a mortal were to look at Camp-Half blood properly, they’d think that it was a strawberry farm instead of a camp for really dangerous weapon-handling teenagers. In the distance, Nico was swinging interlocked hands with Will Solace, talking to two other campers I recognized from the gold cabin. I think they told me their names, but I forgot. 

Reyno continued on, and he walked ahead of me, tail wagging excitedly and a bigger bounce in his step. I think he cheered up after we took some time away from Keaton and his boasting. 

“Oh my gods! Are you the new camper? Hi!! Nice to meet you!!” A girl with long curly brown hair went up to me with a wide smile of her face. She brushed her hair from her shoulders, and it swept behind her back. Her outfit looked like something you’d thrift at a store to wear for the summer.  “My name’s Lydia! What’s yours?” She asked, leaning forwards with her hands behind her back.“...June-” “June? that's such a pretty name! nice to meet you june!” She was smiling so bright that I swear, I was standing in front of the sun itself. Literally. A sheen of light surrounded her like a filter, making her smile stand out even more.  I leaned back, squinting against her glow. It was almost blinding, but Reyno somehow matched her energy.

”Oh hey Lydia! I'm showing june around camp, whatcha up to?” Reyno exclaimed, moving to stand in front of me by a centimeter. I stayed silent while I watched them interact.

”Just picking strawberries!” She pointed to a basket, not to far from where we are. It was filled with a lot of strawberries, almost to the brim of the woven basket. “why?” Mumbling under my breath, they stopped talking for a moment, looking to me while I stood behind Reyno. Together, their energy was too bright. It was bright enough to light an entire room. “Its for our strawberry business! Cant have the mortals knowing that this is a camp for demigods!” Lydia explained to me, seeming to notice my confusion. “I mean, its not like they’ll ever know! With the mist covering us and all that.” She gestured as she spoke, waving around at the sky to indicate the presence of some kind of shield made of mist being around us. While reyno and lydia continued their conversation after explaining to me why we pick strawberries, from the corner of my eye I saw a ginger.

He had a book in his hand, wearing a soft shade of green button up with brown baggy pants. The boy was sitting under a tree, face speckled with shadows cast down by the tree branches. He had a basket of strawberries next to him. His hair was a shade of ginger, not too bright, not too dark, but it was just the right shade. It looked soft, like a sheep's wool or a small mouse. He looked almost godly, having olive colored skin and a face card that looked like a sculpture you’d find in a museum. He looked like an otherworldly prince, descended down from the heavens. He tucked an orange lock behind his ear before turning the page to his book. “whatcha lookin at, june?” I heard Reyno ask me. I flushed and turned back to the two, their conversation concluded and their eyes on me. “Uh, who’s that guy?” I gestured with my hands to the guy sitting under the tree, and next to the strawberry basket.

”him? thats keith wallis! child of hera, kinda just came into camp after his mom dropped him off!” Reyno exclaimed. “never really got good vibes with that kid, he’s always seen reading something or helping around camp!” Soon lydia walked away from me and reyno, going to help some other camper with strawberry picking.

I listened intently, this keith guy seemed so mysterious and ethereal in a way. Both me and Reyno walked away from the fields of strawberries. He showed me where the pegasus stables were, all the neighs from the horses startled me a bit but we were only there for a couple of minutes (reyno explained what half bloods did for the pegasus’)

Next, we went to an old shed which was apparently called the armoury. “and this is where we keep all our weapons! in case monsters break through the barrier of course.” He opened the door to the shed looking like a building. Inside there were racks of spears, bronze armor mounted on the wall along with shields and swords. Other items and dust were scattered around, “do you know how to fight, june?” Rey turned around, hands on his hips as he asked me that question. 

“no.” I said. ‘I’m a thirteen year old girl with ADHD, why would you give me a weapon .’ I wanted to say, my thoughts told me to shut up while Rey explained some other stuff. 

Next, we headed to the place that looked like a roman colosseum, Rey said its called the arena. As we walked in the place, there were already people training with dummies or with each other. My attention soon caught a girl who was going hard on a training dummy, treating it like a war criminal who just had killed her whole family. She didn't look older then 16, but damn she was menacing.

”this is were we train and sometimes hold events, like chariot racing, or the gladiator games!” We just walked around, watching everyone train as if their life depended on it. After the arena, was the forge. The white marble columns covered in soot. Chimneys on the roof, already letting out smoke. “and this is were the hephaestus kids make armor, weapons, and inventions to help around camp!” I coughed a bit as we walked in, the place felt hot as I watched campers covered in soot work.  Rey lead me over to still an open space but there was a drawing board and a guy sitting on one of those spinny chairs. He fidgeted and tapped on the wood, eyes most likely never leaving the blueprint spread out in front of him.

He wore a white baggy tank top, something that you’d see often in the philippines since it was always too hot. The guy was covered in burn marks, some smudging his tank top. Worn out goggles hung around his neck as he sketched something on the drawing board. He had impish features, making him look like the type of person to make a bomb and casually difuse it before it would explode. The guy mumbled something in spanish as he erased and redrew something. “Hey Leo!” Rey exclaimed, waving his hand in a friendly manner as leo spun around in a dramatic manner, “Reyno,” he said, the way he said it almost like a challenge. Without missing a beat, Leo hopped to his feet, and the two of them exchanged a high-five that was just a little too loud to be casual. 

I stood off to the side, awkwardly observing their interactions. It was clear they had some kind of rivalry—each move they made felt like a subtle contest, like they were trying to one-up each other in the smallest ways. I got a better look of leo. the square glasses that laid on his face didn't look to be his. Leo didnt really give me a type of guy who’d wear glasses since he has those googles.

Leo glanced at me, and I could feel his eyes scanning me, sizing me up. “So, what’s up, Wolfie? Something break?” he teased, his voice dripping with mock sympathy. Reyno shot him a look that could’ve frozen fire. “Nah, I’m just showing the new camper around. Meet June.”

I froze at the introduction. I waved nervously, trying to force a smile, but Leo’s reaction wasn’t what I expected. His gaze flicked over my face—scrutinizing, assessing—and for a second, it felt like he was trying to figure me out, like I was some kind of puzzle. He raised his eyebrows at me, squinting. 

Finally, Leo blinked, his smirk faltering slightly before he held out his hand. “Welcome to camp. I’m Leo Valdez...” he said, his voice a bit too cool for someone giving a warm welcome. His grin made him look even more dangerous, like he was about to put a bomb in my hand and run away giggling.

I shook his hand, a bit thrown off by the strange vibe. “June,” I said, my voice quieter than I intended.

Reyno leaned in. “Don’t mind Leo,” he said, almost too sweetly. “He only acts like this around people he’s competing with.”

Leo’s eyes shot Reyno a glare that could’ve burned through metal. His grin remained intact. “Oh, please. You wish you were competition, Reyno,” he shot back, his tone sounding slightly annoyed and condescending. “But hey, nice to meet you, June. If you need any real advice around here, I’m your guy.” His fingers flamed menacingly, as if they were aching to blast a fireball at Reyno’s face. The tension between them was thick enough to cut with a knife. Reyno and Leo exchanged another one of those looks—part challenge, part exasperation—and I couldn’t help but feel like I was in the middle of something far bigger than a simple camp tour. They exchanged glances and words while I wondered off and outside, it was far too hot for me there.

But a certain someone caught my eye in the far distance…It was keith. He was holding his book to his side, his middle finger acting as a bookmark as he held it. He was walking and talking with chiron, I wonder where Mr D went. Mr D seemed to mostly be with Chiron, talking about whatever camp directors talked about or playing card games. Maybe he was off doing what gods did when they weren't attending to demigod camps or playing pinochle.

I watched them from the forge, hearing little bits of conversation between Reyno and Leo. Soon Reyno rushed me out of the forge, Leo was shouting something in spanish while we were walking away.

“uh…what was that about?” I looked to Rey who just ruffled my hair in a friendly manner “oh just a friendly rivalry you know”

After what ever Leo and Rey went through, the sun was already setting. ”So, how do campers know which cabins to go to” I asked Rey, his tail still wagging as he scratched the back of his ear like how dogs scratch theirs with their hind legs. “Oh you get claimed!” 

”claimed?” “yeah! its where your godly parent claims you as their child! But sometimes, some kids are left unclaimed, thats why theres a lot of kids staying at the hermes cabin. Percy Jackson brought that issue up with the gods last time, so it's getting fixed.” I nodded, listening intently to rey’s explanation of how things work around half blood.

 “How do you get claimed? Do they just happen randomly or-“ Rey cut me off before I could finish. “You just have to make them notice you! like, do some camp activities!” 

“Camp activities? Is it like…canoeing, arts and crafts, hiking, fishing…and star gazing?” I've always wanted to go to a summer camp, but the only ones in the Philippines that I know of are religious ones where they make you pray half the time you're there.“Not quite, i've pretty much shown you the activities but we do have arts and crafts! think of it like a summer camp but 10x cooler!” We reached the pavilion, people already sat at the table while the guy keaton was still continuing on with his stories or whatever, me and rey weren’t really listening. Rey then went to explain how at half blood, they do more things like sword fighting or archery. It reminded me of a military camp, but this time there's children wielding dangerous weapons. 

“Any more questions, Junie?” Junie, no one really gave me a nickname other than my mom…. “No more questions” I said, a satyr came by our table and placed down some food.  Lots of satyrs and nymphs wizzed around this time, serving the campers like how they did this morning. How come the satyrs weren't here this morning? I asked Reyno this, and he answered: “Oh, they were at a meeting with Dionysus.” And he went on to explain that the satyrs also managed matters concerning the woods and nature around camp and that Dionysus managed them. Something about a Council of the Elders, I think..

I stared down at the food that appeared in front of me, my stomach growling in protest as the smell of grilled meat and freshly baked bread filled the air. It was a mix of something hearty and comforting, just what I needed after a long day of being shown around camp. I realized I hadn’t even eaten much since breakfast. Maybe it was the strange newness of everything, or maybe I was just too nervous. But now, sitting at this table, surrounded by unfamiliar faces and the steady buzz of camp life, I felt both out of place and strangely at home.

Reyno gave me a grin, clearly sensing my hesitation. “You gonna stare at that food all night, or are you gonna eat it, Junie?”

I blinked at him, a little embarrassed, and grabbed my fork. "Sorry, guess I'm still getting used to everything."

He shrugged, casually digging into his own plate. "Don’t worry about it. Happens to everyone. You’ll get the hang of it." His tail flicked behind him, as he swiped some mashed potatoes onto his plate. “Besides, it’s better to eat now while it’s warm. Later, Keaton’ll probably start another one of his ‘prophecy speeches,’ and the food will go cold.” He rolled his eyes dramatically as he continued.

I couldn’t help but chuckle. "Yeah, he seems... intense." My eyes flickered over to where Keaton was still talking animatedly, flailing his arms around as he gestured like a madman. The crowd around him had grown, but I could tell that half of them were just there for the entertainment. He was definitely the type to make a spectacle of himself. It doesn't take more than one glance to tell that he’s been doing this type of thing for a long time, by the way he moved boldly and extravagantly, with exaggerated actions to match it all. 

Reyno noticed where I was looking and snorted. “Trust me, he’s all talk. Just wait until the next big monster attack. He’ll probably faint at the sight of it.” He took a bite of his food, not even bothering to look back at Keaton, whose loud voice was starting to grate on my nerves, too.

I shifted my attention back to my own plate, feeling the weight of the day settling on my shoulders. I had learned so much in the past few hours, and yet it still felt like I had barely scratched the surface. The camp, the gods, the monsters—it was all so overwhelming. How was I supposed to fit in here? How was I supposed to know what to do? I had always been the quiet, invisible kid back home. Would I even be able to find my place here?

“Something on your mind?” Reyno’s voice pulled me from my thoughts. He looked at me with a raised eyebrow, fork halfway to his mouth.

I hesitated. "I guess... I don’t really know what I’m supposed to do here. I mean, what if I’m not... good enough?”

Reyno blinked at me for a moment, then put his fork down. His tail stopped wagging, and for the first time since I met him, I saw a bit of seriousness in his expression. “June,” he said slowly, leaning in a little, “No one’s perfect. You don’t need to be ‘good enough’ for anything here. You just need to be yourself. Camp Half-Blood isn’t about being the best at everything. It’s about surviving, growing, and figuring out who you are. And honestly? No one really knows what they’re doing until they figure it out.” He flashed me a reassuring toothy grin, his tail starting to wag again. “You’ll find your place. It’s just a matter of time.” He went back to eating, but slowly this time, as if he realized the maturity of his dialogue.

I wasn’t sure if I felt better, but hearing those words did take some of the weight off my chest. Reyno was right. I didn’t need to have everything figured out immediately.

I took a deep breath and continued eating, feeling a little more at ease as the camp continued to buzz around me. As much as I didn’t understand it all yet, I could at least take one day at a time. After all, I was a demigod. I could do this.

Keaton, still standing on the stone bench suddenly yelled, “Mark my words, I am the one the prophecy spoke of! I will—” 

I immediately tuned him out, shoving another bite of food into my mouth. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad here after all.

Reyno gave me a sideways glance, clearly amused by my reaction. “Yeah, he’s... something else.” He chuckled before taking a sip of his drink. “Don’t let him get to you. You’ll do fine.” I smiled back at him, feeling a little less out of place in this strange, sunlit world of demigods and myth. So, maybe I didn’t have all the answers yet. But I was starting to feel like I could find them. 

Soon  it was already somewhere early in the night and a bunch of campers started to get up and move after putting a small bit of their food into the fire. “wh- where are we going?” I asked rey, putting down our plates at the table we ate at. “oh! hestia’s fire” “hestia…? as in the goddess if the hearth?” Hestia was always an overlooked goddess, many people forget that she is also a child of kronos and the eldest daughter. “yeah! sometimes, almost every night we’d go to hestia’s fire and mostly just sit there or sing songs!” 

We eventually reached the center of cabins, where a large fire pit stood, nestled between the cabins. The fire was always burning, a welcoming blaze meant to represent Hestia, the goddess of the hearth. The flames crackled cheerfully, casting flickering shadows across the stone circle surrounding it. But despite the warmth of the fire, the air around it was cold, the night creeping in fast. 

Reyno plopped down on a nearby stone bench, stretching his arms out and letting out a deep sigh. “Whew, long day, huh?” He smiled over at me, clearly content to just relax for a moment.

I nodded but didn’t sit. I was still processing everything I’d seen today, and the quiet hum of conversation around the fire didn’t make it any easier. It felt like the whole camp was in the middle of some unspoken rhythm that I hadn’t quite figured out yet. I wasn’t sure where I fit into it.

The cold was starting to nip at my fingers, and without thinking, I shuffled closer to the fire, hoping to warm up. As I neared the flames, I stretched my hands toward them, feeling the heat wash over my skin. It was such a simple thing to do, but something about standing there in front of the fire felt... oddly isolating. I could hear the laughter and chatter behind me, but it was distant. Like I wasn’t part of it.

For a moment, I stood there, staring into the dancing flames, my thoughts drifting. The crackle of the fire was hypnotic. The way the fire swayed, like it was alive, dancing in its own rhythm, made me forget for a second that I wasn’t alone in this camp. That I wasn’t alone anywhere. I hadn’t realized how quiet it had become around me until I snapped out of my thoughts.

I turned around and found everyone at the fire pit had stopped what they were doing. A whole cluster of campers were now sitting in a loose circle, their eyes trained on me.

The silence hit me like a cold wave. The fire’s warmth couldn’t reach me now.

I felt every gaze on me, sharp and questioning, as if I was an outsider. The campers looked at me with curiosity, but also with something else—something colder. I had barely interacted with most of them, and yet, in this moment, it felt like they were all waiting for something. Some kind of sign, some kind of performance. Maybe they were all silently judging, trying to figure out who I was, why I was here.

It was stupid, but the weight of their eyes made my chest tighten. My hands, which had been so relaxed in the fire’s warmth, now felt stiff, the cool air biting into my skin. I quickly withdrew them, trying to look casual, but it was impossible to ignore the uncomfortable tension settling in my stomach.

After that, I just sat with Reyno the entire time we were there. I hadn't noticed how much time had passed when everyone started to get up and leave…Reyno said that he had his own cabin, that I could come with him but I declined. Reyno did so much for me today, didn't want to ask for more from him. “do you know where I could find a spare pair of clothes to change into, rey?” I probably smelt bad since the forge was really hot, and I sweat easily. “Oh! I’ll show you to the lost and found, you can try and find some clothes there!” Rey got up, gesturing for me to follow him. After he showed me to lost and found, he gave me a pair of plaid pyjama pants and some random big t-shirt with a band on it. “Welp, I’ll see you tomorrow junie!” He waved goodbye to me, walking in a random direction. I waved goodbye to him too, walking towards the showers. 

I kept my head down, not wanting to make conversation with anyone while going to the bathrooms to take a quick shower. Maybe this was for me, maybe being half blood was life for me. I didn't have to worry about what to make for dinner tonight, or when my mother will come home so I could prepare her pyjamas. It felt…relieving to say the least, not having to worry about my grades or if there was a quiz the next day. My thoughts of finally being free were quickly interrupted by a certain someone. I had accidently bumped into someone, please kill me.

“oh sorry.” My voice sounded a bit to shrill as I looked up to see nico. He looked tired, with his hands in his pockets.

Nico didn't seem to react at first, his eyes shadowed under his mess of dark hair. There was always something a little eerie about him, like he was constantly at odds with the world around him. But this time, his gaze softened when he saw the look on my face.

"It's fine," Nico said, his voice low, almost like he was reluctant to break the silence of the scene around us. His tone was always that way—distant, as if every word cost him a little more effort than it should. He looked me over quickly, then seemed to realize something. "You okay?" I nodded, standing up quickly and brushing off the dirt off the clothes Reyno gave me. I walked hastily to the bathrooms, leaving nico there standing. I took a deep breath as I entered the showers, mentally telling myself how embarrassing that was. Taking a shower as quickly as I could. I took off my glasses and placed them on top of the lost and found clothes rey gave me. The water was now a little warmer then yesterday, it felt nice. 

The warmth of the water contrasted to the cold nights and mornings at half blood. How do americans live like this, how do they wear shorts in the early mornings when it was as cold as baguio on a good day. Questioned swirled my head as I got out to dry off, there was no one there, thank god. I changed into my new clothes and placed my old ones where I left my other clothes yesterday.

Going back to cabin 11, keaton was still going on and on and on about his story, I rolled my eyes at him. He CLEARLY didn't know when to shut up, half the people who were listening to him earlier left already. There was about, maybe 3 campers left listening to his dumb stories. He only and finally shut up when someone shouted at him. I unraveled my sleeping bag, putting my glasses to the side of my head as I entered my bed, getting tired. 

[gattnk]

The difference between ingenious and witty? That's Gabi and Misha.

Gabi and Misha are foils to each other despite having a lot in common, mainly how they're the "brains" (or eggheads, depending on who you ask) of their respective friend groups. Whether their rivalry will turn into romance or even involve Raf and Sulfus later on... I won't say :P I will share my design notes tho!

There was zero intention on my part to reference "Gabe" and Misha from the show: I wanted Gabi to form part of the main cast again and since the series had him and Misha as older alumni, I had to discard them completely. This is why my Gabi takes entirely after the comic and why Misha was developed from scratch in terms of visuals, since she was a series-exclusive character.

I switched Gabi's main color from green to cyan since I decided to associate his shade of forest green with Miki; the yellow stripes were inspired by his bumblebee mascot and added some much needed contrast to his teal and cyan hues. Meanwhile, Misha's colors are derived from magenta: the mint-green accessories provide some contrast to all the muted purple tones I used. Misha's earrings and braid were inspired by her scorpion mascot, too.

Gabi's sweater also includes a hoodie to make it extra cozy. Turns out guys in IT and other computer sciences are often treated as "invisible" workers (I see y'all, you rock!), so they generally get to avoid wearing formal office attire and I thought it would be cool to reflect that! Also computer rooms need to be kept cold or the equipment will overheat, so sweaters are often a must.

Misha is very professional and sensible unlike most devils, so I tried to focus on that instead of her sexy biker look. I'd rather not make my underage characters sexy, thank you. I went with punk schoolgirl instead: since she's the most studious of the devils, she's a rebel within the system. She's also the only devil in the main cast with a light-colored shirt to represent her odd nature.

For the sake of my sanity I refrained from using a plaid skirt for Misha since keeping track of the pattern would be a nightmare in serialization (my goal was to work on this project like I would for an official reboot and I originally planned making it into a comic).

While Gabi's canon counterparts are light skinned, I gave him a warm skin tone to contrast better with the cyan. He's not meant to represent any particular ethnicity, but I've known people who look like Gabi all my life, from all parts of the world, so that was my aim: he looks like someone who could easily be my neighbor.

I placed Gabi's bumblebee right on his chest between his hoodie's laces so it looks like a bolo tie and Misha's scorpion is curled up around her wrist like a bracelet. This is to signify how Gabi is especially proud of his work ethic, and Misha keeps her feelings and thoughts, but also her weapons, at hand.

Overall Misha is definitely one of my most extreme revamps, while Gabi's one of the characters with the least changes needed, at least by my usual standards.

I'll Fly With You (rewrite fic) Art masterpost

[charlie-rain-0]

normally i don't talk too much about my origins on my account but i have a correction to make.

i am algerian (more precisely french-algerian even if here i will only speak about algeria)

i also specify that i am amazigh, i am not arab, i am part of the indigenous people of the region (well the situation is more complicated but frankly, i am a little lazy to explain to western people the complexity of ethnic groups in north africa but even if i am not theoretically one, it does not bother me to be considered as one (and in a certain way, i am by a part of my culture even if it is mainly amazigh).

i often see posts like this from westerners (who have no idea what north africa is).

i will explain why this is complete bullshit and why it is racist and islamophobic.

first of all, anyone who has ever been to north africa knows that the vast majority of veiled women wear the classic hijab. of our generation (i say our generation when talking about generation z) there are quite a few women who do not wear one.

after trying to talk about traditional outfit here there are two huge mistakes. already this outfit wanting to be a traditional outfit is not at all. I explain.

given the patterns it surely wants to be a traditional amazigh outfit (therefore my people) except that our outfits do not even really resemble that (i vaguely have the impression of being confronted with a poor quality outfit or for a disguise of what our traditional outfit is).

our traditional outfits are often very modest, even if the veil does not conform to the hijab, amazigh women have covered their hair for generations. this is normal, it is literally a religious commandment.

i really don't see why westerners often have a problem with wanting or liking to dress modestly. even though i'm non-binary, i always dress very modestly. men also have rules of modesty in islam, so in most muslim countries, men and women are dressed according to codes that mean they are often covered.

(it would never occur to me to go out with a short sleeved t-shirt or with shorts or a short skirt. i am always covered no matter what country I am in)

I have many photos of my great grandmother who wears her hair covered by a turban. this is the case for almost all amazigh women of her generation and the generation after. if you come across an amazigh granny in north africa, it is very likely that she will be wearing a turban.

if we look a little at the history of algeria, we learn that during french colonization, the french government organized “unveiling” sessions where algerian women were forced to remove their veils in public. the french government did this to humiliate and subjugate women; it was an extremely violent act for them.

but that's not all. even if the idiot who made this post (sorry for my vocabulary) tried unsuccessfully to take a traditional amazigh outfit (which is hideous, i personally feel insulted. i grew up as a trans person assigned girl at birth, wearing magnificent kabyle dresses and dreaming of having beautiful amazigh outfits covered in silver jewelry. so seeing an aliexpress dress and not at all traditional revolts me, especially for a person who claims to talk about MY culture without knowing a minimum of it)

that's not all, in algeria the amazigh are an ethnic minority and 80% of the population are arabs from the maghreb (maghreb literally means arab from this area). and among the maghrebis, the traditional dress of women looks like this:

(modern version)

(real traditional version)

and yes, it is also an integral veil. and whether you like it or not, it is the traditional dress of most algerians, even if in fact, the hijab (which is much less covering) is worn more often

well i hope i explained correctly to the european that we should not speak for us. as an algerian person (trans but assigned female at birth) i would like to ask you to shut your mouth and educate yourself before talking about our bodies, the bodies of our sisters, our mothers, and our female ancestors. and above all to stop being stupid, racist and islamophobic people.

ps/ ethnic origin in the maghreb is a permanent mix. north african arabs also have an amazigh part (and this is also often the case the other way around)

ps2/being arab doesn't really mean anything scientifically. being arab can mean living in or coming from an arab country (which would make me an arab), speaking arabic, or having an arab culture. i mean, genetically most arabs are only partly arab.

ps3/ amazigh or berber (which is a pejorative term, which i hate but which is used a lot in the west) is a group of indigenous peoples of north africa. there is a great variety of people who are all very different but who share part of their culture and their language (the amazigh have languages ​​of origin that are not arabic)

ps4/ i am neither pan-africanist nor pan-arabist, i am for a unity of the two .i am for a union of peoples, and in particular non-western peoples. (especially since the concept of state as we understand it in the west is a colonial legacy for most of our peoples. north africa is in its entirety my country, i would even say that all of SWANA is my « country ». i am at home when i am in any country in this area)

ps5/ i made it clear that i was queer in this post and if anyone here has a problem with me being queer and algerian. let that person go choke on a ball of taasbante. seriously, you can keep your shitty pink washing.

ps6/ i would end with a little "tahia falestine" but in kabyle we say rather : ⴼⴰⵍⴻⵙⵟⵉⵏ ⵜⵉⵍⴻⵍⵍⵉⵜ

[palakjain05]

Wedding Guest Outfit Ideas: Styling Tips for Every Event

Attending a wedding is an exciting opportunity to dress up, celebrate love, and create memories. Whether it is a grand traditional affair or an intimate destination wedding, choosing the right outfit as a guest requires careful thought. One needs to strike the perfect balance between adhering to the wedding theme and showcasing your unique style.

This is the ultimate guide on styling tips and outfit ideas for any type of wedding event, ensuring you look stunning, yet fitting the dress code.

Understanding the Dress Code: Before considering outfit ideas, it would be a good idea to understand what the wedding dress code entails. Here are some common dress codes you may come across.

Black Tie: Formal clothes such as evening gowns or tuxedos. Semi-Formal: Dresses, midi skirts, or dressy jumpsuits for women; suits for men. Casual: Sundresses or simple trousers with stylish tops. Traditional: Attire that reflects the cultural traditions of the wedding (sarees, lehengas, or sherwanis for Indian weddings). Always check the wedding invitation or consult the couple if you are not sure.

Daytime Wedding Attire: Day weddings often require lighter, breezy outfits in pastel tones and floral prints.

Outfit Ideas: Women: Go for flowy dresses in midi or tea-length lengths, in chiffon or georgette. These should have floral prints or pastel colors like blush, mint, or lavender. Men: Light-colored suits in beige, gray, or pastel shades paired with crisp shirts. Styling Tips: Avoid heavy embellishments and dark colors, which is more suited for evening parties. Nude or pastel-colored shoes and simple jewelry will do. Add a floppy hat or chic sunglasses for outdoor weddings.

Night Wedding Attire: Night weddings tend to be more formalized and glamorous, making possible dramatic costumes and accessories.

Women: For marriage ceremonies, floor-length gowns or heavily embroidered lehengas are worn, while cocktail dresses or evening gowns in a jewel tone like emerald green, navy blue, or burgundy would look perfect for Western marriage. Men: Black tie events demand tuxedos or tailored suits that are in darker shades of colors. Styling tips: Pair your outfit with statement jewelry like chandelier earrings or bold necklaces. Heels or metallic-toned dress shoes can really make the look pop. A clutch or evening bag is a great way to carry essentials.

Destination Wedding Outfits: Destination weddings often combine relaxed and stylish elements. From beach weddings to mountaintop ceremonies, your outfit should reflect the setting. Beach Wedding: Women: Maxi dresses or kaftans in light fabrics such as linen or cotton. Avoid heavy embellishments and opt for bright prints or colors. Men: Linen shirts with tailored shorts or light trousers. Mountain Wedding: Women: Flowy dresses with shawls or wraps to keep warm. Men: Layered outfits like blazers with knit sweaters and formal trousers. Styling Tips: Practical footwear such as wedges or flats for outdoor venues. Add accessories like floral headpieces or boho-inspired jewelry for a laid-back vibe.

Cultural Wedding Attire: Attending a culturally rich wedding gives one the opportunity to dress up in traditional attire. It could be an Indian, Chinese, or African wedding; immerse oneself in the cultural dress code. Indian Wedding: Women: Sarees, lehengas, or anarkalis in bright colors and intricate embroidery. Men: Sherwanis or kurta-pajama sets with embellished jackets. Chinese Wedding: Women: Cheongsam or qipao dresses. Men: Formal suits in red or gold accents to symbolize prosperity. African Wedding: Women: Ankara dresses or buba and iro sets. Men: Dashikis or agbada outfits. Styling Tips: Research the cultural significance of colors and patterns to avoid faux pas. Incorporate accessories like ethnic jewelry or traditional footwear.

Seasonal Wedding Outfits: The time of year significantly influences your outfit choice. Dressing appropriately for the weather ensures both comfort and style.

Spring/Summer Weddings: Light fabrics and pastel shades dominate. Sundresses, sleeveless gowns, or jumpsuits are great options Fall/Winter Weddings: Rich colors like maroon, mustard, or forest green are great choices. Layer with faux fur stoles, velvet shawls, or tailored blazers for warmness. Styling Tips: Choose weather-appropriate footwear, such as closed-toe pumps for the winter or strappy sandals for summer. Add seasonal elements like floral motifs to spring or metallic accessories in winter.

Accessories to Elevate Your Look: The right accessories make any outfit a show stopper. Jewelry: For minimalist styles, one can go for bold statement pieces like chunky necklaces or large hoops. For over-accessorized outfits, one must go for minimal accessories like stud earrings or delicate bracelets. Bags: For formal events, clutches or minaudières work best. For casual or outdoor weddings, small cross-body bags are perfect. Shoes: Nude heels create a long, lean silhouette and go well with almost all outfits. Metallic flats or wedges can be comfortable and stylish at the same time for events that last longer. Hair: Updos and braids are perfect for formal settings. Soft curls or straightened hair are suitable for casual or outdoor weddings.

Makeup and Grooming: Wedding guests should aim for polished and photo-ready looks. Choose your makeup style according to the tone of the wedding.

Daytime Weddings: Choose natural makeup with dewy finishes and soft shades like peach or rose. Keep the lips subtle with nude or pink tones. Evening Weddings: Bold makeup works best, including smokey eyes or red lips. Use highlighters and contouring for a dramatic finish.

Dos and Don'ts for Wedding Guest Attire: Dos: Follow the dress code mentioned on the invitation. Prioritize comfort, especially if the wedding is long. Respect cultural traditions if attending ethnic weddings. Don'ts: Do not wear white unless it is permitted by the couple. Do not overdress or outshine the bride or groom. Do not wear overly casual outfits to formal weddings.

Sustainable Wedding Guest Fashion: Consider making eco-friendly choices in keeping with the latest trends in sustainable fashion.

Rent outfits for a one-time use. Locally made or ethically sourced clothing Invest in timeless pieces that you can re-wear for future events.

Conclusion Selecting the perfect wedding guest outfit requires balancing style, comfort, and respect for the couple's vision. This can be achieved by knowing the dress code, embracing seasonal trends, and adding your personal flair to create stunning looks for every wedding event. Whether you're attending a beach wedding, a black-tie affair, or a traditional celebration, let your outfit reflect the joy and love that weddings symbolize.

Planning a wardrobe for special occasions like weddings or Holi ensures you're always prepared. Use versatile staples, experiment with colors, and incorporate these styling tips for a chic look. From traditional ensembles to creative outfit ideas for Holi, balance comfort and style to make every celebration memorable and fashionable!