#i'd like to make more historical black hairstyles too

[yooniesim]

I know this isn’t really your thing, but have you thought about making historical hairstyles? It might be fun to try and make something new if by any change you don’t have many ideas as to what make next.

hey nonny, I think that'd be fun! what historical era were you thinking of in particular? It would probably be a fun challenge :)!

[sanctuary1988]

~ A Flower For A Flower |6| Gwi

French: /the petals of love/

Pairing: Gwi x fem! noble! Reader

Summary: A heartless vampire falls in love for the first time in centuries of loneliness. Passion, secrets, betrayal and love drown the royal palace. Will your love for Gwi prevail through time or will it wither away like a fallen rose petal? Maybe love was his punishment, maybe love was your salvation. Or wasn't it a curse to you both? Because, who can beat a race against time? Who can love in the dark? Who can love without truth? After all, even the most beautiful flower will wither away and end in ashes of time, remembered only by the one who cherished her the most.

Warnings: strangers to lovers?, fluff, angst, SO MUCH TENSION, I CAN'T-, creepy man tries to hurt flower, language, food ingestion, blood, minor injury, general vampire stuff, power play, secrets, criticism, period typical misogyny, age gap (huge), dark romance, historical! AU, royal! AU?, cannon copilant, (let me know if I missed anything!)

Word Count: 4.2k words

A/N: Hi, everyone! So thanks to @yumisventingmachine and @my-day6 and their lovely comments I got inspired and chapter 6 is early for you, darlings of mine!

Please let me know what you think in the comments! I'd love to hear from you, loves 🫶🫶🫶

You were getting ready in your room. The candles around you flickered softly as you brushed your hair, pinning two strands to the back of your head with golden pins. Tonight you were to have dinner at the royal palace. Gwi told you to accompany him and honestly, you didn’t know why he desired your company that much, especially at an event that was exclusive for high officers and the royal council. 

With delicate motions you straightened out the outer skirt of your dress. It was white with a single layer of red fabric on it that matched the bodice. A simple black ornament dangled from your waist and even though you chose a non-traditional hairstyle, you felt beautiful in your dress. In your own skin. 

Gwi had told you to wear red. You had obeyed. You were there to obey his every command. His every request. His every wish. You softly bit into an inked paper with red tint to paint your lips in a crimson shade that matched your beautiful dress. And just as you were satisfied with your look, you saw the vampire lord enter your bedroom through the mirror. 

With slow steps he approached you, his hands were behind his back while his eyes took in your beauty. That same beauty that had captivated his mind the first time he saw you. That beauty that had poisoned his dark heart with a beam of light. 

Your eyes met his through the mirror, (e/c) danced with a crimson sea as you looked at him. Eyes stoic, not revealing another emotion other than the mesmerising feeling that gripped his heart a bit too tight. 

You swallowed as he stood behind you, his tall frame towering over you as he looked at you with his scrutinising gaze that was enough to make you shiver. Gwi also wore red, a beautiful red gown with a black outer robe that trailed behind him with every step he took. 

“I’ve been mesmerised by your beauty since the moment we met. And yet you always manage to look more enchanting before my eyes with each new glance, sweet flower.”

A subtle blush dusted your cheeks, illuminated by the candles in the room that was now your home. You lowered your gaze, suppressing the smile that threatened to spread across your lips at his confession. For you, as well, had been mesmerised by him since your eyes locked with his. 

“I have something for you.”

His words made you look at him once more through the mirror, curiosity swarmed in your eyes as you watched him untangle his hands from behind his back only for you to see a beautiful hairpin in his hold. It was brown with delicate red flowers on it and two tear pearls hung from a small silver chain that sparkled in the dimly lit room. 

Your lips parted at the beauty of the jewel he was gifting you.You were no stranger to luxury, your life had always been filled with jewels and precious things with great value but this gift, even though it was as elegant and equally luxurious as your other hairpins held something special within. Something unique. 

“A flower for my flower.”

He murmured as his fingers grabbed a piece of your hair. Gwi marvelled at the softness of your hair, silky in its nature, shiny in its complexity. It almost felt sinful to touch it like this, with such intimacy, with such delicacy. You watched in contemplation, in admiration to the man who kept you close to him as he twirled a strand of your hair between his fingers before he tangled it in the hairpin that was now yours. 

“It’s beautiful.”

Your words were whispered into the air. Said almost too quietly, afraid to break the sudden intimacy you were dancing in with the mysterious lord that had you under his power while your eyes shimmered with unspoken emotions that hung in the air. 

His hands rested on your shoulders, the sweet perfume of your hair invaded his senses and Gwi realised in that moment just how close he was standing to you. He looked at the mirror in front of you only to find your eyes were already looking at him. 

“I’m glad you like it. I bought it for you.”

And there it was. That innocent smile he adored so much danced once more over your lips. His hands slid down your arms and you felt a shiver run down your spine, you could almost feel the heat radiating from his body. 

“You are truly the most beautiful flower in my garden, petal of mine.”

Your heart was thumping wildly in your chest that you were scared for a second he could hear it. You were too cold and too hot at the same time. Too close and too far. With a bold move, you turned around now being face to face with Gwi. His hands left your shoulders and tangled once more behind his back as he looked down at you. 

The tension in the room was palpable, nearly suffocating but neither of you dared to move. To break such tension that strangled you with a vice grip. That clutched at his heart with poisoned claws. 

“Thank you, My Lord.”

His eyes, dark as the night with a tinge of crimson, softened at your words. Simple but sincere. You were looking up at him with a delicate gaze that was melting the ice in his heart. Something stirred within him at the sweetness of your gaze alone. His hands clenched behind his back, desiring to touch your hair once more. It almost felt as if you had casted a spell over him, enchanting him with something he couldn’t quite see.

“We’ll leave in a bit.”

That voice of his made you tremble as he spoke so deliciously. You nodded and bowed ever so softly at him, the light from one of the candles around you was caught in the hairpin that now decorated your hair and he felt a sense of possessiveness come over him. So Gwi turned around and left in silence, leaving you with a racing heart and mixed thoughts while he was no different as his own dead heart beated for a blossoming flower. 

Gwi walked next to you through the palace gardens bathed in the moon’s silver light. You weren’t entirely sure why such a big event was being held at the palace, not that it was your concern either way but being in this moment, with Gwi by your side made you feel special. Made you feel at his level. As his equal. As his partner. Even when he hadn’t verbally expressed it, why would he want you to accompany him? 

He couldn’t help but steal glances at you from time to time. You were simply too beautiful to not admire. He delighted in your grace and beauty, in your company and how you were, too, fluent in the silence he seemed to navigate all these years he had lived in solitude. 

He gave you your place as his lady when you both entered the palace. You walked at his right with your hands clasped in front of yours. Despite you walking next to him, you suddenly felt left out from his presence. As if he had casted a wall around himself and kept you out of reach. It pained you. It hurt because you didn’t understand him. Gwi was a mysterious man that had suddenly entered your life like lightning striking the skies. He had made his way into your life in such a mysterious way you still had to grasp this new way you had of living. This new man that was now your lord and protector and this new life that entitled you to serve him for eternity. 

As you walked through the palace corridors, you felt a tension rising within the servants as they saw him walk through the candle-lit hallways. Gwi was someone who commanded power, he was strikingly beautiful but also as mysterious as the night itself. 

The people around you bowed with stiff movements as you both walked down the path that led to the main room where the grand event was to be held. Yet the sight of the servants and maids nearly trembling under his presence did not settle well with you. 

But nothing could have prepared you for when you entered the Grand Hall. Important people, nobles and members of the royal council were in that room. Even the king of Goryeo himself was in that very same place and it was when you realised you weren’t just anywhere but in the presence of the man who ruled over your world. 

You witnessed how everyone stood up from their seats, and just as you were about to bow down to His Majesty, Gwi’s large hand stopped your movements so abruptly you had to swallow the gasp that nearly escaped your lips. 

He denied you to bow down to the man who sat at the throne. Your heart quickened in your chest at what he had forbidden you to do. Because whoever dared to disrespect the king was to be executed. However, in that exact moment in that very same room, who exactly held the most power was unclear to you. 

In silence he guided you to a table that was in front of the throne itself. He sat down, pulling you with him as you landed on the soft cushion on the ground. 

“You may continue.”

Gwi spoke. His voice cold and detached as his hand left yours only to grab the drink that was already poured for him. He took a sip while his eyes roamed around the Grand Hall. He nearly smirked at the confusion of the noble men as they stared at him with wide eyes. The council members, however, knew about who he was. They knew about his power. They knew who was the true king of Goryeo and they bowed in silence at the vampire lord that brought a flower with him for the night. 

You still couldn’t believe what was happening. Your stomach rumbled softly and you could have sweared Gwi let out a soft chuckle before he leaned towards you and your heart quickened softly at his closeness. 

“Eat as you please, flower of mine.”

His murmured words made you look at him with doubt in your usually warm gaze. As if asking him if it was alright, he nodded at you with a subtle movement. You grabbed one of the cups and took a sip, enjoying the delicate taste of the warm tea and it was until some tense seconds later that the men around you continued with their meal as well. 

“My Lord,”

You knew that voice. It was the one of the Chief Councillor. It was the voice of your father. Gwi noticed how you tensed immediately and he wanted nothing more than to pull you close and let you know you were safe while being with him.

“You have honoured us with your presence tonight.”

Gwi nodded, not being in the mood to chat with the bitter old man. Instead, he focused on you. Watching with a warm gaze how you enjoyed the meal displayed in front of you. 

“Why is she here?”

A whisper that sounded like an echo. Gwi heard it all. His instincts and enhanced senses allowed him to never be fooled by the humans he ruled over. He looked at the man sitting next to your father. Maybe you didn’t recognise him but he surely did. He was Kang Ju Won, your former fiance before he had broken the engagement in exchange for your life. A life for a life. 

Tension filled the room as what was originally intended to be a whisper was heard all over the place. You swallowed and looked at Gwi whose gaze was narrowed toward the man who had insulted his judgement and your stance by his side. 

“Lady (y/n) is here as my guest and her presence is not up for questioning.”

You nearly flinched at the harsh tone with which he spoke. Gwi’s posture tensed as he watched the man clear his throat. The vampire was challenging him, daring him to do or say another word so that he could have the excuse to dismiss him from his council. But Ju Won was smarter than that for he bit his tongue and stayed quiet, not even your father dared to utter a word. 

The meal continued though with a layer of tension on it. You lost your appetite upon witnessing that side of the man who had you under his power that you had never seen before in these few months you have been at his service. 

“My Lord,”

Your voice brought him out of his turmoil and you saw the way his eyes softened when he looked down at you. 

“Can we go back to our palace?”

Uneasiness drowned your gaze as you looked at him with a subtle expectation that he’d comply with your wish. You had done as he had asked you to, but the evening was not enjoyable anymore. You wanted nothing more than to go back to the underground palace and rest in your beautiful bedroom with the large cherry blossom tree as the aroma filled your senses. He looked you in the eyes before he gazed softly at your mouth as you nibbled on your bottom lip. 

There was something that stirred within him when you spoke of the underground palace he had spent decades living in. You had called it “our palace”, not “his”; “our”. And the fact that you saw his home as your sanctuary from the world as well, warmed his cold heart. 

He didn’t utter a word, his hand simply found home around yours before he stood up, pulling you with him, and the subtle conversation died down. Gwi did not speak, he simply walked out of the room hand-in-hand with you. The stares of the people around you felt like arrows, but Gwi was your armour. You felt protected while in his presence, you felt safe. And you softly squeezed his large hand as you both left the Grand Hall and ventured out of the royal palace, leaving the tension behind as the night embraced you both with its large wings of fresh autumn. 

“Lady (y/n)!”

You turned around when your name was spoken into the night. Despite your wishes to go back to the underground palace, you had stopped Gwi near the roses and asked him if you could pick some fresh flowers. He didn’t deny you. And that was why you found yourself cradling a bouquet of red roses as you turned around to the voice that had addressed you. 

Kang Ju Won had followed you and Gwi after you both had left the event. With a polite smile you acknowledge the older man that now stood in front of you. 

“Minister Kang.”

Gwi was admiring you from a distance. His senses were clouded by your beauty as you bent down and picked flower and flower. Rose after rose. Just like that first time he had ever laid eyes over you. Just like when he was mesmerised by you. He heard the man approaching before he had called your name and he watched with attentive eyes as he seemed to engage in conversation with you. Something that did not set well with the vampire. 

“You shouldn’t be out here by yourself, let alone at night.”

You frowned at what he said. Clutching the flowers tighter to your chest as you felt a sudden uneasiness wash over you. 

“Is that a threat? Because may I remind you, I am never alone.”

The man before you smirked down at you. You held your head high, not allowing him to notice just how small he made you feel. Where’s he? You asked yourself, wishing that Gwi was by your side now more than ever. 

“Is that so?”

You took a step back on instinct. Wanting to put as much distance between you and the man who was now a threat to you. 

“I am not scared of you. Whatever happened that made you so unhappy, deal it with my father.”

But he simply laughed. 

“Come with me. You belong to me either way.”

He attempted to grab your arm but you took another step back. Fear clearly painted your beautiful features but before he was able to do something else that would endanger you further, Gwi stepped between you both. His hand clutched the wrist of Ju Won in a tight grip that made the old man grunt in discomfort. 

“Enough! I’ll deal with you later”

He snared. Pushing him away while shielding you with his body. Gwi turned to look at you, his eyes roaming your figure, needing to reassure himself that you were alright. When he looked back, he saw Ju Won hurriedly walking back to the royal palace. 

“Fucking bastard.”

Gwi muttered under his breath, clenching his fists with the urge to suck the life out of the man who frightened you. 

“Thank you.”

He turned to look at you as those words left your lips in a breathless whisper, carrying by the cool wind of the night. His eyes softened when he gazed down at you, something clutched at his heart fiercely with a sudden need to protect you. His flower. His perfect petal of forbidden desire. 

“Are you alright?”

You could only nod, still feeling your heart in your throat. You pushed the thoughts away of what would have happened if Gwi hadn’t been there for you, instead you focused on the soft crimson that bathed his intense eyes. You swallowed, taking a deep breath as you looked down at the flowers in your hands, they were so beautiful, as beautiful as the evening you had experienced with your lord but that beauty had been shadowed by storms you weren’t able to see beforehand. 

“Petal,”

His fingers lifted your chin ever so delicately, as if you were a glass doll and he was afraid of breaking you. The words stuck in his throat for a second. Just a second. A moment in time where he lost himself in your eyes. Where he marvelled at the softness of your skin at his fingertips and when your eyes, filled with emotions he wasn’t quick enough to grasp, met his own. 

“you will never have to endure something like that again, I promise you. I will protect you even though I know your thorns are sharp and could poison a man’s heart.”

You have already poisoned mine, sweet flower.

But he refrained from saying that last sentence out loud. He refrained from cradling your cheek in his palm. He refrained from letting you in further into his heart. However, you smiled. And that smile melted the wall of ice he so fiercely wanted to put around his heart and protect you from the pain that would come if you were to love him just as he wished you’d do. 

“I know, My Lord. I know.”

His eyes flickered to your lips for a split second. A second too long. A second too short. Tension rose between you both at the closeness to which you two stood. To the intimacy of the glances shared in the moonlight. 

“Let’s go back, then.”

Before you could agree, his hand left your chin and grabbed one of your hands. Gwi walked you back to the underground palace, your hand in his. He held it in a firm yet still gentle grip, as if trying to reassure himself you were there with him in the midst of the night. You were save while standing next to him, it was something you know understood and cherished deeply. And so, as you looked up at him for a moment, you took in the sharpness of his features but the delicacy in his gaze when it came to you and that made your heart flutter, just as a single rose escaped your hold and landed on the ground. 

Leaving behind another layer of ice into his heart, a petal fell from your soul. Prompting him to discover your heart engulfed in sweet petals. 

“Go back to your room, flower. You look tired.”

Gwi spoke, his voice soft. His hand let go of yours and you felt the instant coldness in your palm. You nodded, looking up at him with so many thoughts swirling in your mind, drowning your eyes. There were things you wanted to say, things you wanted to ask. But he took a deep breath, his eyes left your as he glanced down at the flowers in your hands as you clutched them to your chest. 

“Put those in water, petal, so that they don’t dry out that quickly.”

You smiled at his murmured words. 

“I will, My Lord. Goodnight.”

You turned around from him, walking down the hallway that led to your bedroom in the magnificent underground palace. 

“Goodnight, sweet flower.”

Gwi said to himself, watching you walk away from him. The sight itself was painful to watch. It almost felt as if you were walking away from his life, leaving him behind just when his dead heart was starting to beat again. But then you turned, smiling softly at the man who had saved you in more ways than just an arranged marriage. He saved your life, your spirit, your future. Your heart. 

It was small but it was there, the smile you sent him. Filled with utter gratitude before you bowed softly and continued on your way back to your room. Not having the slightest idea of the turmoil you had eased within his heart with that sweet smile of yours that was starting to get engraved in his mind, like roots from a rose sinking into the earth below. Never to be forgotten. 

Never to die. 

When you entered your room, the first thing you did was put the roses on a vase, filling it with fresh water as they rested beautifully. A sigh left your lips as you contemplated the enchanting flowers before you. Thoughts of Gwi invaded your mind, his eyes, his hand holding yours, his voice softening as he spoke to you. You thought about him and couldn’t stop your mind from doing it. 

Your mind was clouded by his presence, your heart was confused at what you were currently living. So you sighed to yourself and walked to the mirror, your hand went up into your hair to take off the hairpin he had gifted you only for you to hiss softly when your fingers brushed with it. 

You brought your hand back only to discover a small bleeding wound on your finger, probably because of the roses’ thorns. The sight of crimson on your skin made something twist within you. A knowledge. A truth. A desire. A need. And the never-ending tale of a beating heart for another soul. You sucked on the wound, the soft taste of iron coated your tongue. It was subtle but it was there. Your eyes met your own through the mirror, feeling a storm of emotions rack within you, all thanks to the handsome vampire lord who was as confused as you were. 

Gwi had stood in the hallway, watching you go but this time with a lighter heart to carry. He turned around, walking to his throne before he sat down. The flickering candle around him sharpened his features, accentuating his beauty among the night. He looked down at the hand that had held yours and his eyes turned crimson as he spotted a drop of blood on his skin. Your blood. 

The temptation was there. To taste it. To savour it. But he knew the dangers of it. He feared he wouldn’t be able to stop. He feared he would hurt you. Yet the blood was too tempting. The fact that he had it at his reach, literally at his palm and tasted that sweet scent of yours that drove him mad was enough for him to lick the blood from his palm. 

The taste was heavenly to him. Sweet in its nature. Just like you. Was it because you were not scared of him? Was it because you didn’t know the truth about him and what he was? Maybe fear poisoned the blood. Gwi had never tasted something as delicious as your blood, and he had to clench his fist in order to control himself. 

If that drop was the only thing he’d get from you, that was fine with him. He closed his eyes, marvelling on the taste, feeling his instincts trying to get a hold of his mind. Of his body. But his heart, for once, was stronger. He remembered your smile, your laugh, your touch. 

He wasn’t going to harm you. Not his flower. Not his lady. Never you. 

So there he sat, fighting over heart and mind as he tasted your sweet blood. Sweeter than honey. The both of you completely oblivious to the fact you both had acted at the same time, sucking on the blood that was yours. Only to connect in a deeper sense through fate. 

A flower for a flower. 

A punishment for the sinner. 

And a taste of heaven that painted everything grey.

May/06/2024

A/N: How are we feeling about this? O.O

Are we excited? What would you like to see next, darling? My inbox is open 🫶

~ Masterpost

[ramblersaccount]

18

In 2020, like much of the world, I experienced a lot of change. However, it felt somewhat less disruptive for me personally than for many others. Yes, the global pandemic turned our world upside down in a matter of days, but it was also the year I turned 18 and was supposed to transition into a young adult – Aaliah, version 2.0, with newfound independence and cooler vibes. I had anticipated a grand transformation in the way people perceived and treated me. I imagined myself becoming more sociable, attending parties, and embracing a more carefree lifestyle, no longer reliant on my parents for permission. Well, as it turned out, that's not quite how things played out. *Cue the sad trombone*

But that's perfectly okay; I could undertake the "Aaliah transformation" right from the comfort of my own home. TikTok had already gained considerable popularity as a social media platform before the pandemic, and I had recently created an account. The platform was rampant with self-proclaimed "self-care" gurus offering advice on how to take care of yourself during lockdown. They covered everything from skincare routines and dietary tips to picking up new hobbies. These content creators were there to both entertain and educate the masses. I found myself saving videos on the best recipes for weight loss, effective at-home skincare remedies, and guides on discovering my personal "aesthetic." Before I knew it, I was comparing myself to the people I saw on the app, wondering why I couldn't look more like them. Unfortunately, this remains a habit I struggle with to this day.

At that time, I weighed 115 pounds and really only had one proper meal a day. Even before the pandemic, I rarely had breakfast or dinner but would grab a sandwich or a snack after school and before my sports practices. Now that I was spending my entire day at home, my eating habits started to change, and I developed a fear of becoming "too big." I was a self-conscious teenager, plagued by worries about whether I was good enough.

My school was relatively small and predominantly Hispanic. In my grade, I could only recall about seven Black students, with me and one of the boys having the darkest skin tones. I also had a bit of a tomboyish style. This combination of factors made me feel somewhat less attractive than my peers. Additionally, I sometimes felt as though I was pigeonholed into the category of the "angry dark-skinned social justice warrior." 

I had never been in a relationship, and it seemed like no one had ever shown genuine interest in me, so I felt the need to reinvent myself. Despite my best efforts, I began gaining weight, and to my surprise, I actually liked it. I had always had curves, but now they were more pronounced, making me appear older and healthier, and I thought it suited me. I started experimenting with makeup and trying out new hairstyles and clothing, and I had mixed feelings about the whole process. Each new style I tried seemed to meet with resistance from my parents, making me feel like nothing ever looked quite right on me.

My excitement soared when I received acceptance to Lincoln University. Located in Pennsylvania, it meant I would be on my own, and being an HBCU (Historically Black Colleges and Universities) meant I'd finally get to experience being around more Black people than I ever had in my previous schools, truly immersing myself in American Black culture. I knew I'd never fully grasp it, coming from a West Indian household, but I was thrilled to be around people who looked like me.

When I moved into my dorm, the pandemic was still ongoing, so we had to quarantine for about a week. But after that initial period, college life began to unfold just as I had envisioned, at least for the first week. I hung out with a random group of people initially, only to never talk to them again, as it turned out. However, I embraced the clothing I wanted to wear and felt confident, albeit with a sense of artificial confidence. Strangely, every time I stepped out of my room, I felt a subtle tightness in my chest. Were my hand movements awkward? Why did I make eye contact with that person? They probably think I look out of place. These thoughts weighed on me with every step I took.

In time, I found myself leaving my room only to eat and occasionally get some fresh air. Surprisingly my anxiety about people had nothing to do with COVID and everything to do with my self-esteem. Luckily my room never felt like a prison; it was simply my sanctuary. I oddly never felt lonely, even though I spent most of my time by myself. I would read, watch TikToks, practice my dancing, paint, and do anything I wanted. I even tried out new recipes using a little toaster I definitely wasn't supposed to have. I felt free and content in my self-imposed solitude.

The only thing missing was my family, the food I loved, and the familiarity of my city. Lincoln was in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by farms. There were only fake Italian restaurants and Domino's for dining options. The cafeteria's ethnic food could only hold me over for so long. I missed my mom's pelau and the ability to buy doubles. I longed for visits to the deli and taking the train. Living by myself made me happy, but I wished I could do it back home. 

Reflecting on it now, I regret missing out on the opportunity to socialize, but I am grateful for the time I had to be with myself. In hindsight, I see that it was essential for my personal growth. During that time alone, I discovered a deeper understanding of myself and learned to appreciate the journey of self-discovery. In moments of self-reflection and solitude, we often uncover our true selves, which can grow and flourish as we become more self-aware. Life's paradox is that while we seek connections with others, we must also connect with our inner selves. This inner journey helps us become more complete and better at forming meaningful connections with the world. 

[writingdollworlds]

I know most people see the blondes and immediately think of the oversaturation and some of the poorly made dolls with blonde hair. I want to take a deep dive into each and give my options, thoughts, and things that couldn't been different. Also this is just my opinion, you don't have to agree! This is all light hearted also, let's get started!

Historicals:

Elizabeth- I know she had some controversy since her book didn't match the doll. Plus the rewrite that followed. I think, especially since her hair is wavy, she'd have been identical to Samantha. Aside from her pin curls. I honestly think the rework was understandable. Plus the doll to me reads similar to her character and personality in the books. While a doll like Samantha doesn't register quite the same. This one I can see both sides though. Other colors, like black could've worked too. I am a bit biased as I think Elizabeth is one of the prettiest AG dolls. However Black hair also would've been gorgeous.

Caroline- imagine she had black hair and the same striking green eyes! I don't think she's a bad doll by any stretch, but there seems to be no reason for her to be blonde. Any color of hair would've suited her. Plus a darker color hair and the same bright clothes and eyes would've been so striking and really drive home the vibes of the sea that she is supposed to embody. I honestly think I might send my Caroline to someone in the community to get her rewigged with a black colored wig instead!

Kirsten- I think a different shade of blonde and more historically accurate hairstyle wouldve suited her wonderfully! I don't have many opinions but I think her as a blonde isn't bad!

Nellie- i think her hair needs to be more strawberry blonde and less blonde blonde but otherwise the look suits her and its quite unique! I honestly wouldn't change her at all.

Kit-while Kits whole look is very iconic I don't think Kit necessarily needs blonde hair, I think a light brown would've also suited them! I think Kits look is pretty awesome, and super noticeable. But I don't think brown hair would dampen that at all. Brown hair, might have actually looked a bit nicer!

Maryellen- I have a few issues with her hair. I think its cute as is. But they should've totally made her a full red head with a more period accurate style! (While doing googling I noticed that a pony tail with bangs was a accurate style but idk it just feels the laziest of the options? If that makes sense) I noticed that most of the styles of the time are quite intricate and may be hard to replicate on a doll meant for kids. I found one that was popular among teens that I think Maryellen could've totaled rocked

Julie- Why did she just have long straight hair? Yes it was a style but it was usually accompanied by layered or feathered look or bangs. A more shag type with long bangs would've looked awesome! Plus brown hair and brown eyes are much needed.

Courtney- I have no option because I don't plan on getting her ever, however if you like her thats great! When I look at her she's not 80s as the history she's 80s as the modern marketing pull. Her looks look like costumes or the modern reruns of the 80s looks. Especially her hair. I don't mean to be saltly on main but E

GOTY:

Kailey- ah! I think this blonde works. I can't remember what time this was; but I know that for a long time when I was a kid living a lifestyle close to the beach, especially in cali, was linked to blonde hair! It makes sense to me why she has blonde hair

Mia St. Claire- I'm unsure what the change should be but she definitely needs a new color. I think with her meet outfit a more alternative style would've been sweet! Maybe raccoon dye and sideswept bangs. I'm not sure her personality or style but the shoes really give me 2000s alternative vibes.

Gwen- She should've had a unique shade of brown! I think it would look best still a light color. A new brown would help her stand out since Sonali and Chrissa are so unique themselves and Gwen is easily confused with #12

Lanie- absolutely no changes, none. At this time being blonde was heavily tied to feminine things, being a "mean girl" or "popular girl" and things like makeup, clothes, traditionally "girly" things. Lanie subverts that perfectly. She loves nature and is a self proclaimed scientist. It's perfect!

McKenna- while I love McKenna a different hair color would've looked just as good! I don't have specific ideas, I think her hair is nice but also other colors would suit her too.

Isabelle- Another blonde that needs no changes. While yes at the time the blonde was starting to get redundant. I think the blonde hair is perfect for her, and her unique part and wig, plus the added colors. Make it definitely a good look.

Lea- Lea,, confuses me in so many ways. Shes a gorgeous doll sure. But why isn't she fully a doc, why is she blonde, etc. I hate to say that I'd want to change her as she is another stunning doll but a dark brown or black would've been super nice too!

Kira- I wish they took the Kira doll and made her a truly me, so we could get more unique truly mes and get another poc GOTY 😩 /lh

Tenney- she should've been a brunette period, it would've been so pretty! Her freckles and eyes with big brown hair, ah *chefs kiss*