#i changed her makeups and ear piercings but i did a lot of makeovers on bella to be similiar as ts1 and ts2 to how i remember her

[roguescarlett]

Bella Goth and Rory Oaklow.

wake up babe, my new otp just dropped! the fancy dog top recolour cc on Rory are from @ladykendalsims and it’s [chef kiss]

[mesmeret]

KPW 2.0 Day 2: Cat Daddy Hux and Juggalo Kylo

Day 2: Opposites Attract! "Boring" Cat Daddy Hux has a crush on his Juggalo neighbor Kylo. Kylo also has a crush on him. Cussing and lemons

Hux’s heart flipped hearing the loud engine of his crush coming up the block. He had no shame being picked up by his neighbor in front of his office building. Strangers and coworkers turn towards the blasting “Funyuns and Condoms”. The brakes screech and the passenger door unlocks. Hux bites his lip so his grin masks as a smirk while he gets into the decade old white Ford F-150 with peeling black and red flame decals.

He buckles in before looking over at Kylo, “Hey.”

“How’s the overlords?” Kylo is glaring at traffic with a pale white base with black lightning bolts painted all over his face. Hux’s stomach flips at how a few go down Kylo’s neck and get muddled with his neck tattoos. Kylo’s lips are bright red with black lip liner.

Hux knows to talk over Kylo’s cussing and singing along with his CDs, “Fucking awful. Brooks stole my work again. The cronies didn’t bat an eye seeing my watermarks. Thanks for that idea, by the way. Fuck, I am quitting next week. Not giving them any opportunity to fire me.”

“Fuck yeah!” Kylo honked his horn and grinned as the cars around them honked back. “They don’t deserve you!”

Hux felt his face heat up. This was one of the reasons he fell hard for Kylo. The man made him feel valuable.

“So what’s next for m-Mister Hot Shot?” Kylo stuttered as they pulled onto the highway.

“I don’t know. Maybe take a week off before looking for jobs?” Hux shrugged.

“Yeah? Cool,” Kylo gets into the fast lane and looks over at Hux. His voice low, “Gonna let your hair down and go wild?”

Hux managed not to gasp, instead he made a choked off nervous laugh, “Me? I was thinking of checking out the summer art exhibits before they go away.”

Kylo pounds his steering wheel, “Dude! You’re killing me! You can do that any time!”

“No, the exhibits are leaving at the end of July,” Hux feigns sulking to get more of a rise out of Kylo.

“M-Sorry, you fucker!” Kylo caught himself from saying Hux’s second least favorite curse word. “I’m worried about you. Those soul suckers have got you whipped. You should, like, I dunno… spend time with me and the guys that week!”

Hux’s toes would curl in his italian loafers if the narrow shoes would let them. He sighed, “Fine. I guess you’re right.”

“I’m always right!” Kylo puffed up his chest and belted out the lyrics for the next song on the Bang! Pow! Boom! Album. Hux at least remembered the album name. Kylo also surprised him last week remembering the company names of Hux’s favorite porcelain cat figurines. He stared out at the passing traffic. Maybe he could do something to get Kylo to call him Cat Daddy again? Millie hated the ribbons but if he could bribe her…

A few minutes of traffic later, they pull off the highway and quickly get into their neighborhood. Kylo looks over at him a couple of times before speaking, “Hey, would you like to rehearse your resignation?”

Hux sat up in his seat, “Huh? Yeah, that would help. When did you have in mind?”

Kylo stuttered, “I-uh, got some things to do but I can swing by in, uh, an hour?”

Hux nodded, “Sure. I’ll get Millie settled in with her din-din.”

“Cool!” Kylo yelled and went silent with wide eyes. Hux frowned a little but got distracted with Kylo’s arm bracing the back of his seat as Kylo pulled the truck into reverse to parallel park. Hux knew the tattoos were crude and chunky. But their canvas gave them far more allure. Hux didn’t have time to give into the temptation of nuzzling Kylo’s biceps because the man was an impressive parker.

They parted ways and Kylo stomped up to his apartment in his oversized jeans and baggy t-shirt. The clothes made him look absurdly giant. Hux loved it. Once he got into his apartment, he went straight to the kitchen to prepare Millicent’s meal as she mrrp’d her way around his feet. He hummed along with her as he mashed up some wet food with her kibble. He set the bowl down and gave Millicent her privacy as he headed into his bedroom. He took off  his dress shirt and slacks. He stared at his closet drawing a blank. What would Kylo like him in? Kylo hardly comments on his clothes. Hux sighed grabbing a white t-shirt and gray lounge pants. Why was he so boring? He flushed at the thought of getting Kylo to give him a makeover. He’d look absolutely ridiculous but Kylo would have his hands all over him.

Hux went into the living room and tidied up the little messes from the past few days. Millicent watched him from her cat tree with her tail swaying to and fro. He came over to kiss the top of her head. She scrunched her eyes and shook her head. He snorted, “I know, so embarrassing. But you’re so cute!”

She squinted at him as he scritched behind her ear. Long orange hairs started to shed. He looked at his watch and decided he could start brushing her coat before Kylo came over. He scooped up Millicent and she gave a chirp seeing him grab the brush kit. He was blessed having a cat who enjoyed grooming. He got most of her back done when there was a knock on the door. Millicent darted to the cat tree as Hux dumped the cat hair in the kitchen trash. He answered the door and was startled to see an unsettling version of Kylo.

Kylo looked normal. He was without his makeup in a black polo and khakis. His hair was tied in a bun. Hux felt sad seeing Kylo’s septum piercing flipped up and hidden. Kylo’s skin was splotchy and textured due to his Kryolan paint stick routine. Hux felt oddly reassured that Kylo wasn’t too perfect. Hux has seen him shirtless with his face painted up and spent many a night stroking to the visuals.

“I-um, thought we could role play?” Kylo shrugged.

Hux blushed realizing he had just stood there staring, “Oh! Wow, you really didn’t need to change. I liked the lightning today. A lot.”

Kylo muttered under his breath, “Fucking dumbass.”

Hux froze, “Excuse me?”

Kylo looked more shocked than Hux felt, “Me! I meant me! I’m the fucking dumbass!”

Hux shook his head, “No you aren’t, come on in.”

Kylo frowned but followed Hux to the couch. Hux’s heart fluttered as Kylo sat next to him, “What’s going on, Kylo?”

Kylo looked at him with a shy glance before looking ahead, “I thought you’d like me more like this? I thought if we roleplayed you quitting your job, we’d-” Kylo takes a deep sigh, “I thought we’d then like makeout or something ‘cuz the past couple of months have been crazy, y’know?”

Hux gulped and tentatively placed his hand over Kylo’s white knuckled fist, “I think you’re hot. But as you usually dress and stuff. This is very different but I see my Kylo. Though...”

Kylo goes cross eyed as Hux flips his septum piercing and bursts into deep laughter, “What the fuck! You’re freaky, Hux!”

Hux blushed, “I guess? Do you like it?”

Kylo’s voice cracked before going bone deep, “Uh, yeah. It’s really fucking hot… babe.”

Hux whined as his body went numb with arousal, “Could we… do something else than role play quitting my job?”

Kylo moaned, “Like what?”

Hux got up to straddle Kylo’s lap. Kylo’s eyes widened and his hands hovered before gripping Hux’s hips. Hux whispers while tugging on Kylo’s polo shirt, “Wanna see your chest again.”

Kylo gave a little nod and pulled off the polo. Hux moaned at the sight of the loosened bun, defined muscles, and garish tattoos. His fingers traced thick lines that trembled. Kylo whined and bucked up. Hux gasped as he slid further into Kylo’s lap and had to brace himself against Kylo’s chest. Kylo grunted, “Permission to kiss?”

Hux gave a nod before kissing Kylo. He sighed at how nice Kylo’s lip and tongue piercings felt. He gave a tentative roll of his hips and Kylo seized with a yelp. Hux hummed in delight feeling the pulse of Kylo’s dick against his. Kylo pulled away from the kiss with a dazed look, “Fuck, I didn’t bring condoms.”

Hux bit his lip, “I’m good with not rushing things. I really do like you. And, ah, would like to fuck when you’re all done up.”

Hux now knows that when Kylo’s eyes widen slightly, his cheeks go bright red. This revelation makes Hux kiss Kylo deeply. Kylo gives a confused sound but goes with the kiss. Hux pulls away when he finally needs air. After catching his breath, he whispers, “I can’t believe you like me.”

Kylo scoffs, “I can’t believe you like me. You of all people.”

Hux whines, “Hush, of course I like you. You’re like my best friend and crush.”

Kylo whimpers squeezing Hux’s ass, “I’m your what?”

“My crush-Ah!” Hux arches his back as Kylo rips his lounge pants. Hux shivers as fingers press through the tear to bare skin. “Nngh! Fuck, tear them more.”

Kylo does so looking up at Hux with a growl. Hux grunts as his cock drops down from the torn confines onto Kylo’s palm. It’s an awkward hand job but feels great. Hux’s mind whites out as Kylo leans up to suck on his neck. The other hand reaches over to press two fingers against Hux’s ass. Hux screeches as the fingers rub frantically with the fist around his cock. He goes limp as his cock twitches.

Kylo mouths his neck lightly before flipping them over. Hux whines as Kylo pulls away to take off his cum stained khakis. Kylo also didn’t bother with underwear and strokes himself while looking down at Hux. Hux studies Kylo’s cock and is a little bummed there’s no piercings visible. Kylo straddles him and moans as his cock head bumps against Hux’s small paunch. Hux blushes deeply once he realizes Kylo is writing his name on Hux’s belly. Hux whispers, “I’d get it tattooed there. Or a tramp stamp.”

Kylo’s eyes bulge and his breathing goes haggard, “Fuck, really?”

Hux bit his lip nodding. Kylo grunted as he came all over Hux’s belly. Hux kissed him softly, “Seriously. Maybe you could help me with the aftercare?”

Kylo snorted and shook his head, “Nah, that’s like ten year anniversary shit.”

“Oh, I guess you’ll just have to cum your name on me until then,” Hux feigned disappointment. “Maybe get me a collar or belt?”

Kylo chuckled, “Fucking freak.”  

Hux smirked, “You have no idea.”

[girls-scenarios]

Eyes On You

Idol: Yves (Loona)

Prompt: scenario where yves and reader have been on the same dance team since they started college. when school starts up again in year 3, yves somehow got 10x hotter and the reader can’t pay attention during practice bc they keep staring at yves who pretends not to notice. after a few practices go the same, yves can’t take it and asks the reader why the hell they keep staring thank you^-^ and sorry if this isn’t much to work with :)

Writer: Admin Kiwi

A/N: Don’t worry, this was plenty to work with! I’m so bad at titles but I hope you enjoy what I came up with!

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The change hadn’t necessarily been on purpose. Most of the things Yves did, she did on a whim. She decided she didn’t like her hair anymore, so she cut and colored it. She was bored during the summer, so she decided to start building a bit of muscle by working out more than normal. She saw some weird jawline device on Amazon and bought it out of curiosity. Her friend introduced her to a new makeup line, and she decided to pay more attention to makeup as a new hobby. In her eyes, she hadn’t changed that much. Even if her friends told her she looked hot, she thought they were just being nice. She hardly noticed the sharper jawline and how it looked with her new cut and color, or how her abs and muscles had gotten more toned.

In fact, she didn’t really notice anything until the semester started up again and she walked into dance team practice only for everyone to turn and stare.

“You colored you hair,” one of the girls, Seungyeon, said in surprise, her eyebrows raised. “You look really good.”

“Thanks? I mean, it was just something I decided to do.” She shrugged off their surprise. Really, it wasn’t that big of a deal. “I’m glad I made a good decision, though.”

“Well, you look great,” commented another girl, Lisa, sending her a smile. Yves returned the favor.

“So do you. I love the new haircut.”

“Did I miss the memo that we were all cutting our hair this summer?” Momo asked, touching her long dark hair. “You know, maybe it is time for a cut.” As she stood up, the rest of the room began to chatter, and Yves let out a sigh of relief. Good, the awkward stares had passed.

As she walked over to put her bag away, though, she felt eyes on her again. Turning around, she caught you staring at her, and her heart skipped a beat. You quickly looked away, cheeks flushing slightly, but her mouth immediately went dry and her mind began to race. Wait, why were you blushing? You’d never done that before! Maybe her makeover really had been a big deal....

“No,” she whispered to herself, knocking herself out of it and quickly putting away her things. That was stupid. You were just surprised like everyone else. It would wear off eventually and the two of you would go back to normal. After all, she’d known you for two years now. Why would you suddenly change because of a makeover? That didn’t make any sense. You were just shocked. That was why you’d blushed.

“Finish putting your things away and chatting,” called Chanmi, the team leader, clapping her hands and fixing the room with an intense stare. She always looked intense. “We’ve got some catching up to do after the break!”

Quickly, Yves grabbed her water bottle and walked over to her usual seat, which just happened to be beside you. As she sat down, she gave you a cool smile. “Hello again (Y/N). How was your summer?”

“Good,” you said, and the blush was gone. Yep. She’d been imagining things. “I wish it had been longer.”

“I get that.”

“How was yours?”

“Boring. That’s why I cut my hair and everything. To have something to do.”

You laughed and looked at the floor. Huh, the air felt awkward somehow. “That’s a good enough reason, I guess.”

“Okay, enough talking! Let’s go let’s go!” At Chanmi’s call, both of you quickly stood up and walked over the the middle of the room to begin warm-ups. For some reason, though, the awkwardness didn’t go away, and Yves felt eyes on her once again, watching her as she went through her warm-up routine.

When she looked back, you quickly averted your eyes, but it was obvious that it had been you. Her heart once again skipped a beat and she turned away, focusing on Chanmi instead even though she felt confused. What was going on?

-

“Isn’t this a good thing?” Jinsoul, her roommate, looked up from her textbook to where Yves was sitting on her bed, staring up at the ceiling. “Haven’t you had a crush on (Y/N) since you first met them?”

“Well, yes,” Yves said, letting out a sigh, “but I’m just confused. It feels weird. I don’t know why they’ve suddenly changed. I mean, for two years we’ve been just friends and they’ve never shown any want to change that. But now, all of a sudden, they started staring at me. That’s weird!”

“I guess I understand where you’re coming from.” Jinsoul hummed and spun around in her chair, pressing her pencil against her lips. “Maybe they’e just surprised?”

“Why?”

“Because you got hot,” Jinsoul stated bluntly. “Not like you weren’t attractive before, but you managed to get even hotter over the break. Maybe they were just surprised when they first saw you.”

Yves didn’t feel very convinced, but she slowly nodded her head. “I mean, maybe. But would you stare at a friend like that just because you were surprised?”

“I don’t know, I might. I’ve stared at people when I was surprised before. Remember when Olivia went through her goth phase and got a lip piercing in high school? I stared a lot at that.”

“But that’s something crazy.”

“Maybe you cutting and coloring your hair is crazy to them.”

“I doubt it....”

“Worrying isn’t going to get you anywhere, Yves.” Jinsoul reached into her backpack and fished around for a moment before pulling out a bag of half-eaten gummy bears and tossing it onto the bed. “There, feel better.”

“Candy isn’t going to make me any less confused,” Yves said, but grabbed the bag anyways, settling back onto her bed. “But I guess I can’t really do anything.”

“It’ll probably just blow over, I wouldn’t worry about it.” Her roommate turned back to her homework, leaving Yves to sigh and dig into her gummy bears. She was right, it would probably just blow over. But that didn’t make it any easier to ignore.

-

It didn’t blow over, and you didn’t go back to normal. Instead, you continued to star, stumbling over your own feet whenever Yves so much as looked at you and forgetting the steps more than usual. Having eyes constantly watching her made her self-conscious, even more so than usual, and she found herself almost dreading practice, despite loving to dance. Even the coolest of people couldn’t concentrate on dancing when their crush of a few years was staring at them the entire time. It was too unnerving.

She still went to practice (she was afraid of what Chanmi would do to her if she didn’t) but she tried to be a bit late and to leave early in order to stay out of your way. When she saw you on one side of the practice room, she’d head to the other, and when she saw you doing stretches, she would go back to the lockers to fix an invisible problem with her hair or clothes. As strange as it was to avoid a friend, she couldn’t help it.

You were beginning to drive her crazy. And she couldn’t take the staring anymore.

-

When she walked into the practice room on an off day to find it empty except for you, she almost turned around and walked right back out. But that would make it too obvious that she was avoiding you, and she didn’t want that either. So she swallowed and walked in, giving you an awkward smile and nod.

“Hey. Getting in some extra practice?” She asked, trying to keep everything nonchalant as she placed down her bag. Your eyes dug into her body again as you turned around.

“Trying to. I’ve been slipping up a lot recently.”

“Same here.” She didn’t tell you that it was because of your eyes that she was messing up. Instead, she bent down to tie her shoe, hoping that you would turn around and go back to practicing.

But you didn’t. You just stared. And she’d had enough.

“Okay,” she said with a sigh, standing up and crossing her arms. “Enough is enough, (Y/N).”

You startled, your eyes widening. “What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean! The staring!” She threw her hands into the air. “I can hardly focus because you’re always there watching me instead of the dance. It’s driving me crazy and I can’t take it anymore. Please just stop. Why are you doing this?”

Your face flushed a deep red and you stuttered for a minute before hanging your head, staring at the ground for once instead of her. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know it was getting on your nerves.”

“How would you like it if someone was watching your every move during practice?”

“It would make me feel weird,” you admitted, looking guilty. “But I couldn’t help it. You somehow got even hotter from when I last saw you. I just couldn’t take my eyes off you.”

She flushed, but tried to keep her cool. She was annoyed, not flattered. Annoyed. “I cut and colored my hair and maybe learned how to do a bit of makeup. So what? Big deal! I’m still Yves! You’ve known me for two years. Is this little change really so shocking?”

“Yes!” You locked eyes with her again. “I-I mean, I’ve always thought you were attractive, don’t get me wrong, but when you came in that first day I was so attracted to you that I could hardly think. I can’t help staring, you just catch my eye. I can’t help it.”

Her blush grew deeper. “Um. What does that mean? Does it mean what I think it means?”

“Maybe.” You were blushing deeper too now, and she awkwardly tucked her hair behind her ears, needing something to do with her hands. This was too awkward. “If you think it means that I like you, then yeah.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, sorry if you don’t like that.”

“No, I do! It’s just a lot to process.” She coughed, not knowing what else to do. “I mean, I like you too. I’ve had a crush on you since I met you.”

“Whoa, really?”

“Yep.”

“That’s crazy.” The two of you stood in the empty practice room, staring at each other and blushing like crazy. Then you laughed and put your face in your hands. “I can’t believe this. All this time, I could have been dating you?”

Yves laughed too, her heart pounding in her chest. “I mean, you can still date me now. If you promise to stop the staring.”

“I’ll stop,” you immediately promised. “Except for maybe when we’re alone. You’re breathtaking, do you know that?”

“Thank you. I think you’re really attractive yourself.” She grinned. The practice studio no longer seemed so intimidating, and she was so glad she’d stayed on the dance team. “So, what do you say to a first date? I heard the new taco place on campus is both cheap and yummy.”

“I could never say no to spending time with you. And to cheap tacos.”

“Then it’s a date!”

[thedreadvampy]

I just remembered the weirdest fucking show

It was on BBC 3 in like 2010, and it was a 2000s makeover show in the mould of What Not To Wear or How To Look Good Naked or 10 Years Younger or Queer Eye or whatever. You know the format - we meet a schlebby sad person who never dresses nice because they are lacking confidence and feel ugly, some glamorous people empower them by finding out what they're scared of and covering it up through the medium of personal styling (you're afraid you're ugly because you're fat? Wear this cut of clothes and you'll look thinner. You're afraid you look old? Dress younger by doing x y z. You're embarrassed about scars you have? Wear this one piece bathing suit to look sexy without showing scars), and then we follow up a month or so later and find the subject happier and more empowered by their new style.

This show had two gimmicks. One was that instead of a Gok Wan or a Trinny and Suzannah or a Fab 5, its Glamorous Fashion Person was an extremely snide and sarcastic AI, and the makeover sequence was packaged in the style of computer graphics, so instead of seeing a subject get a haircut we'd see haircuts scroll past until they picked one, that sort of thing. The second gimmick was that instead of taking schlebby people who made no effort to dress up and making them look glam, it would take people who expended a LOT of energy on their look and it would "reveal their natural beauty".

So the format was roughly similar - you meet the subject and all their loved ones tell you how messed up they are, except instead of 'Jim bought one t-shirt in 1988 and it's the only shirt he owns' it's more 'Becca takes 30 years to leave the house and she's basically orange and buys the glitteriest skimpiest things imaginable'. Then they'd do the "makeunder" where they'd have to remove all their piercings and hair extensions and so forth on camera, and there was a little bit where the robot lady would order them to "clean that muck off your face" and they'd have to show the camera the dirty makeup wipes and be shamed for how much makeup was on them. Then we'd see them for a while without any makeup or extensions or jewellery, and they'd scroll through and pick from a range of businesslike natural coloured haircuts and neutral outfits in greys or blacks or blues. Then they'd be *~*magically transformed*~* into that outfit, and there was a cursory attempt to do the 'because Becca has a pear shape, we gave her a detailed neckline, and we used blue eyeliner to highlight her brown eyes' thing. Then the robot lady would say 'how does it feel to be a natural beauty' and the subject would be like 'huuuuuh. Um. It's interesting.'

Then of course at the end, they'd revisit the subject a few weeks later and this is what is brilliant about the show. They made I think 2 or 3 seasons of this and I don't remember ONE subject EVER having stuck with anything done in the show. Sometimes they might say 'I decided I liked the blues with my eyes so I dyed my eyebrows blue and did blue facepaint' but not a one of them toned down their look. And like, the show was brutally rude about these people's styles but fucked if every OTT scene kid and cybergoth I knew wasn't dying to be on it.

Why?

Well, I was describing this show to my mum and it hit me that this show is, intentionally or not, perfectly pitched satire. Every element works to highlight the artificiality of the genre, from the robotic host, to the wigs and makeup required to create the """"natural"""" look (and remember, the transition isn't from original look to new look, it's from bare-faced and naked to "natural", so it's REALLY CLEAR how much of what they've changed is makeup and wigs), to the idea that what's "natural" and healthy is to remove individuality from someone forcefully. Like, it's such a weird concept - these are people happy and comfortable in a style they've made an active effort to choose and cultivate to look and feel unique and noticeable, whether that's spray tan and silicone and hair extensions or neon hair and body mods and facepaint, and the overtly artificial robot lady is here to call them fake and demand that they conform to an artificial idea of naturalism which requires dressing in office clothes in neutral tones, wearing lots of makeup but only of the type designed to pretend it isn't there, and putting a wig over the hair style they chose. And then when the robot fails in forcing conformity, and we see they went back to juggling by the roadside while wearing three live rabbits and a neon headdress or whatever, we're like FUCK YEAH. Individuality can't be crushed by the system and "natural beauty" as marketed to us is fake, actually.

I don't actually know if it's intentional. Either someone set out to make a straight gimmicky makeover show and really did not understand how the genre works, or this is one of the greatest pieces of meta commentary disguised as trash that I've ever seen.

This is some rich fucking artwork if it's intentional, and the thing is, it REALLY works in making you get behind the characters. I was a typical 2000s goth teen, pffft, hate chavs, hate preps or w/e, lol tango skin etc, but I was fucking CHEERING for these girls who happily said 'I want to be Barbie, I want everything to be pink and sparkly and I want to look larger than life and I'm not trying to be a natural beauty, I'm trying to look like what I think is fun' and refused to tone it down or blend in, because that was how I started to realise that fake tan and hoop earrings and boob jobs and fake Valley girl accents were just as much about self-expression as the girls who came on the show with Siouxie Sioux hair or mohawks or surgically created elf ears or full-body tattoos.

Like, if it was created as satire, this is some of the most effective pop art I have ever seen. And there's no chance it was played straight wholly, it's very tongue in cheek and most of BBC 3 stuff was satirical to some degree iirc, I'm just not sure how intentionally it was being social commentary. But it's SUPER good at being social commentary. It really effectively highlights the artificial expectation that women face to work really hard to look unremarkable, without ever actually saying it. It glorified nonconformism and individual selfhood by creating an unlikeable character who tried to tear it down. It was SUCH A WEIRD SHOW and SO GOOD and I CANNOT REMEMBER WHAT IT WAS CALLED so if you remember it please tell me, I am going mad.