#idk but they really suit with bright colours

[intofluffyshit]

Plz knb artists, draw these mfs in this kind of punkass clothes plz😭🙏

(Or any other clothes, or naked idc Im starving…)

[matthewkimble]

i don’t go here (pedro pascal media) but i’m feeling genuine annoyance even anger because i keep seeing people being mean about his outfit at the recent premiere or whatever it is and it’s like?? a nice normal outfit? maybe i’m missing something and it’s related to one of his shows because i honestly don’t get what the fuss is it’s literally trousers and a cardigan lol are you guys okay

[benevolentbones]

Haiii idk how to word this but basically season 10 spencer reid seeing reader in a backless dress nd hes all flustered but also really attracted to her ? idk if i worded this right sorryy

green dress | spencer reid x fem!reader

warnings: mention of scar, uncomfortable body image! fem reader

word count: 1.5k

a/n: thank you for your request!! i hope you enjoy this<3 requests still open, im getting through them! reblogs n comments always appreciated <3

you’ve always been insecure about how you looked in dresses, especially backless ones.

a year or so ago when you were out on the field, an unsub had managed to corner you and stabbed you in the back resulting in a scar a few inches long that rested between your shoulder blades.

even before the incident you weren’t keen on showing off much skin, but now the scar made you even more self-conscious.

you often found yourself shying away from outfits that revealed too much, particularly those that might expose the mark left behind from that encounter.

the fear of judgment and the constant reminder of that day made it difficult for you to feel confident in anything but the most modest clothing, so when you went out dress shopping, and penelope pulled out a backless dress she could immediately sense your discomfort.

you were out with penelope and emily, using your very rare day off to go dress shopping for agent rossi’s annual ball he liked to host in his mansion.

a frown graced your features as penelope held up a simple dark green satin dress with a plunged neckline and, of course, it was backless.

emily noticed your frown, turning around in one of the many dresses she had tried on in the last hour. this one was by far the nicest, it hugged her nicely and the shade of red complimented her striking features.

“c’mon y/n, you’ll look so good.” emily hummed, smoothing down the dress on her form as she looked in the mirror.

“i- i don’t know guys- you know that’s not really my style.”

“oh but it could be- just try it on please!” penelope practically begged, shoving the soft fabric into your arms. despite your dislike for showing off your body, you knew this would make the girls happy so you obliged, stepping into the changing room and drawing the curtain closed.

penelope and emily waited anxiously for your return, still adorned in the dresses they were also trying on. penelope opted for a bright pink number, with many layers of tulle, very much her style.

you slid the curtain back, taking a step out and shuffling awkwardly towards the mirror where the girls sat. their expressions ranged from shock to excitement, penelope had a huge grin on her red stained lips.

“you look perfect!” she squealed out, adjusting her thick framed glasses to get a better look at you.

emily nodded in agreement, her dark eyes scanning how the dress hugged your form. “wow..you’ll be the prettiest at the party.” she chuckled.

you stood in front of the mirrors, turning slightly so you could get a look at how the dress sat on you. you had to admit, it suited your figure well, accentuating your curves. you turned to see the back of the dress, it cut rather low, stopping just before the small of your back.

your eyes flickered up to the scar on your back, you instinctively rolled your shoulder blades back. “i- i don’t know…” you mumbled out under your breath.

penelope shook her head. “you look amazing- you have to get it.”

still uncertain you sighed, “i feel so exposed- im not used to this.”

emily glanced towards penelope, a smirk turning up on her lips before she spoke. “that’s spencer’s favourite colour you know..” she muttered out half casually.

instantly you could feel a rush of warmth spread to your cheeks, the thought of spencer seeing you at the party in a dress like this made you nervous. you shot emily a fake glare which she returned with a knowing smile.

“so….yes to the dress?” penelope quizzed, eyes wide as she waited for your answer. you paused for a moment, chewing on the inside of your cheek.

“fine..”

~

it was the night of the party. guests were arriving, music was blaring, derek and spencer were standing near the punch bowl.

as you walked in, you could feel the buzz of excitement in the air. the soft fabric of the dress clung to your skin, making you more aware of every movement you made. emily and penelope flanked you, their presence giving you a bit of courage.

you scanned the room, heart pounding, until your eyes landed on spencer. he was deep in conversation with derek, but as if sensing your gaze, he turned. his eyes widened slightly when he saw you, and a small, appreciative smile played on his lips.

spencer’s figure adorned a deep green suit, complimented with a black shirt and tie, the colour a few shades darker than the dress you were wearing. your eyes flickered away, as you whispered to penelope.

“did you know-“ she cut you off with a small smirk. a breath escaped your lips as you drew closer to the two men, emily and penelope not leaving your sides incase you decided to make a dash for it.

“wow you ladies look incredible.” morgan whistled lowly, penelope and emily as if on que, abandoned your side, linking arms with derek. “i’ll see you later lover boy.” morgan shot back to spencer as he lead the two women away from you.

spencer’s eyebrows furrowed at morgan’s comment, his gaze quickly fixing back on you.

spencer's eyes widened as they fell on you. his jaw dropped slightly, and a rosy hue crept up his neck to his cheeks. he fumbled for words, clearly flustered.

"y-you look... amazing," he finally managed to stammer out, his voice barely above a whisper.

you felt your own cheeks warm at his reaction, your heart fluttering. you took a step closer, your eyes meeting his, and you could see the genuine awe in his gaze.

"thank you, spencer" you replied softly, a shy smile playing on your lips. despite feeling so out of place and out of your comfort zone in the dress, the way spencer looked at you made you feel…confident.

he cleared his throat, trying to regain some composure. "i mean, —you always look nice, but tonight... you look... stunning."

the sincerity in his voice made your heart skip a beat. spencer, usually so composed and articulate, was completely gobsmacked, and it was all because of you.

his gaze shifted to the dress again, now noticing the low cut, how it showed off your back and the scar between your shoulder blades. he felt a surge of warmth rush to his cheeks, his breath practically getting caught in his throat.

"i, uh," he started, his eyes still locked on you, "i didn't expect... i mean, wow." he let out a nervous chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly, soft brown locks falling over his face.

"it's just a dress…” you said, though you felt a thrill at his reaction.

"no," he shook his head, his gaze unwavering, "it's not just the dress. it's you. you're... breathtaking— you’ve always been breathtaking.”

his words left you momentarily speechless, the intensity of his gaze making you feel both exhilarated and shy. you took another bold step closer, your hands lightly brushing against his.

"spencer, i.." you began, but the words failed you. instead, you let your eyes speak for you, hoping he could see the effect he had on you.

he took a deep breath, his fingers trembling as they curled around yours. “—you’re- god.. you’ve always been so beautiful- and i should’ve said something earlier— told you sooner..”

your eyes widened as he spoke, the taller man taking a step closer to you, his hand resting at your waist, his fingers brushing against the exposed skin on the backless dress. your breath hitched slightly at his warm grasp.

“i— fuck.” he mumbled out, for once in his life spencer found himself unable to formulate a sentence, to describe how he felt about you. he had longed for you, for months, years even..and now he had the chance to just tell you.

your eyes flickered over his facial expression, the pale pink hue deepened as he brought his gaze back to meet yours. his dark eyes traveled down to your lips once more.

he wanted nothing more than to just kiss you right now, the way the light made your skin glow, how the dress wrapped around your body- the low cut back, it was all too much for him.

spencer leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a soft, tentative kiss. it was gentle at first, filled with the unspoken feelings you both had kept hidden for so long.

as the kiss deepened, you felt a surge of warmth and happiness, a feeling of rightness settling over you. his hands moved to your hips, pulling you closer, and you responded by wrapping your arms around his neck, losing yourself in the moment.

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[mirrored-movements]

The Real World

(Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader)

Synopsis: Earth 1218, a place where superheroes and supervillains were nothing but mere fiction- however with the current rise in multidimensional travel- who's to say someone can't get stuck in another place?

Warnings: None, maybe bad writing again Idk

It’d been a long day in your opinion, work was draining, people were draining- everything was draining.

You had to fight the urge to collapse in the entryway hall of your apartment upon entering trying to roll yourself to at least change into some comfortable clothes. At least you had the rest of the week off- the plus side of taking over some extra shifts you supposed.

Quickly peeling off your uniform and tossing it across the room you dawned some random loungewear set; finding yourself quickly tucked within the corner of your couch. Eyes sleepily watching the brightly coloured movie Netflix had recently added.

“Is he voiced by Nicolas Cage?” Murmuring to yourself while watching the monochromatic character speak you let out a sigh. The newest addition to the series had come out not too long ago and in your opinion, it was one of the best movies of the year.

Sucks that you’d have to wait a year for part two, but at least there was a plethora of fan content surfing the internet. Specifically edits and art of your favorite character,

Miguel O’Hara. What a man. 

Shaking your head a little at the thought of simping for a 2D character when you were less than capable of keeping a conversation with a real person had you laughing to yourself.

The picture presumably coming off as crazy if you had a roommate or anyone else staying in your apartment, however, it was just you.

Beginning to doze off once again, your eyes barely took in the sight of King pins collider on screen. The bright light of the screen illuminated your entire apartment as though a spotlight had been shining into the room.

The sound of metal clashing against something grated against your ears- you didn't recall having surround sound let alone speakers hooked up to your TV, and why was it so damn bright.

To your relief, the light began to die down, although contrary to the peace and quiet you’d have you were unexpectedly shoved back alongside your couch.

You and the large piece of furniture flipping onto its back skidding across the hardwood floors only stopping once it'd crashed into your dining room set.

Eyes wide and brain startlingly awake now compared to a few second ago you shot up only to duck as a metal pole? Weapon?

No no, it was moving it was moving a lot.

A metal claw had seemingly embedded itself into the wall, the base of it extending in an array of wires inevitably connecting to- the back of a person?

If you weren’t in a state of shock at the moment you were sure your brain could process things better- however between the metal tendrils and claws flying around your apartment and the other sudden intruder clinging to the ceiling- you didn’t think you’d ever recover.

The scuffle they had began to grow one-sided, the other individual who you haven’t quite gotten a good view seemingly winning the fight.

Well, at least you thought they were until the other swung their tendrils around once again, knocking the stranger into the wall where the dining set had been shoved into.

“I had fun really. But I must be going. Tests to run and, other heroes to deal with.” With an almost condescending wave, the perpetrator had opened what you could only describe as a bright orange doorway, their form disappeared just as quickly as the person beside you had shot up.

An irritated yell left them upon being unable to catch the doorway, their tall form standing almost eerily in your living room all the while growing increasingly more annoyed as the watch wrapped around their wrist failed to work in the way they wanted it to.

Careful this time around to peek over the flipped couch your mouth nearly fell open at the illuminated red and blue suit, the man's voice loudly filling the apartment. “Lyla! Lyla, can you hear me? Anyone- Damn it!”

Growing more aggravated he couldn’t help but begin aggressively tapping the face of his watch, only to result in nothing.

A few more low complaints left him before he sucked in a breath beginning to assess the room. The apartment was trashed thanks to his recent fight, however, that didn’t catch his attention quite as much as the sight of you peering over the edge of your flipped couch.

“You,” pointing an almost accusing finger he’d sucked in a breath trying to make his next words less intimidating despite the irritation he felt. “Where am I?”

The question was simple, something he should’ve known however circumstances proved otherwise.

Almost surprised he’d noticed your presence your mouth felt dry, however despite the way your heart thumped and your brain buzzed you answered. 

“Earth. 1218 if you want specifics.”

The eyelets of his mask seemed to widen a little at that, his attention moving around the room once again falling upon the surprisingly still-playing movie. The scene where everyone had joined together to fight the main bad guy to be exact.

Unmoving from your spot you waited for his response, nerves still buzzing and palms beginning to sweat.

Remaining quiet he raised a hand rubbing at the bridge of his nose, the head of his suit gradually disappearing until untamed brown hair was revealed. “This,” trying to figure out what he wanted to ask his head turned back to you, his eyes boring into you. “Actually no. You, know me? Yes?”

Nodding your head in response it seems like that didn’t quite give him any reassurance, so instead you spoke. “You’re Miguel O’Hara, Spider-Man 2099.” Finding yourself processing things a little better you'd added a comment. “But the Across the Spider-verse version.”

Nodding his head his hands crossed over one another, the man began to pace back and forth a little in thought.

He couldn’t believe it- out of millions of universes- he was stuck in the one where Alchemax didn’t exist.

Great.

“Was that Doctor Octopus? Or I mean one of them?”

Hearing you speak up once more his gaze moved to meet yours, a hand raising to address you. “That shouldn’t concern you.”

“Ok well if it doesn’t concern me, then why is my apartment trashed and why are you standing in my living room?”

Finding it in you to chime back right after you went to stand only to duck back down behind the couch realizing that the shirt you’d happen to throw on was a printed copy of the man’s suit.

Continuing to stare down at you his jaw clenched, arms coming to overlap one another. 

Miguel had decided to ignore your input for the moment speaking as though he didn’t care for property damage. “Do you have a computer I could use?”

It was a simple question however with a nod you’d hesitant stood up again, this time snagging the blanket you previously had on to hide your attire. “Yeah…it’s uh over here.” 

A bit wary of passing the man your eyes casted across him, a part of you wanting to engrave each detail into your mind while another part still had a tough time dealing with the situation.

He was so much taller than you’d thought- buffer too and much much more intimidating. 

Following with quiet steps Miguel took in the rest of your apartment- quaint really. A little clutter here and there but he supposed it just gave the place some character.

“It’s a bit old but…” “This’ll be fine.” Cutting in Miguel had stepped in through the doorway you held open, large form sticking out like a sore thumb against the small guest room where you’d stuck a computer and desk, trying your best at making an office.

“Password is 2099.” At this point, you could feel exhaustion begin to creep in once more, the adrenaline felt earlier wearing down. “If you need anything I guess just uh call?” 

You really should’ve thought everything out a little more, however, perhaps this was some strange dream and you’d really just passed out at work. 

Either way, you were certain things were going to be fine by tomorrow morning.

---

Waking up and walking towards the main area of your apartment you barely concealed a yawn, tired eyes briefly drifting across the room seeing that the couch was in its usual spot, as was the rest of your furniture.

However, despite wanting to believe everything was a figment of your imagination- the dents in the wall and the man currently staring out the window told you otherwise. From the neck down his suit seemed to still be present, while his face remained free of the costume.

“Morning?” Finding yourself growing nervous once you’d come to the acceptance of a fictional character standing within your apartment, you remained observing him from a distance, sock-clad feet shuffling towards the kitchen where you tapped your fingers among the counter. “Did you want like a coffee or something?”

Taking in a deep breath Miguel's gaze looked towards where you stood through the reflection in the window, eyes sharp yet his form was less ridged than it was the night prior. “How likely is it that I get recognized here.”

The question was simple, something he could guess the answer to given the circumstances however it didn’t exactly hurt to get an outsider's perspective. He’d spend nearly the entire night looking into resources that could possibly help only to come up upon practically nothing.

He was basically on his own here.

Having made a fresh pot of coffee you’d poured two mugs in case the man decided he wanted something, your hands coming to curve around your own as you pondered over the question. Eyes trailing across his back for a second finding that the cartoony and animated look he had yesterday didn’t seem to stick and that he appeared more lifelike- or well, human-like in the sense that someone could just think he was a cosplayer or something along those lines.

“I wouldn’t say that likely?” Watching him turn around from his spot, the man regarded you with an inquisitive gaze, one that practically told you he was trying to gauge what kind of a person you were. “But don’t you have to get back to- you know?”

Seeing the way he noted the implication you were a little surprised as the man began nearing, the wrist that his watch had been wrapped around being lifted above the counter in clear view for you to see. “Do you see this?” With his other hand, he motioned towards what appeared to have been some sort of rust, the corner of the glass screen beginning to become chipped away. “Nanobots. They’re going to keep eating the exterior and interior until nothing is left.”

Now, there was a part of him that didn’t really want to divulge in any information with you- a part of his brain feeling like he should be guarded instead knowing that you knew more about him then he did about you. 

It rubbed him the wrong way- But, it was also a common thing in this universe, so he couldn’t fault you there. If he wanted to get back and deal with things he’d have to make a new watch entirely from scratch, and if he had to do that he needed someone who knew their way around considering he was now pretty much left with only the bare minimum of information around your world.

Earth 1218 wasn’t particularly a place he wanted to be stuck in nor really pay attention to. A fault on his end he will admit.

“So? What are you planning to do?” Hesitant to ask more questions you tried to read the blank look set out across his face, the man’s brows faintly furrowing all the while he’d ended up silently accepting the other mug of coffee you’d made.

A small win in your books.

“I need to build a new one.” Answering simply he stared over the rim of the mug as he took a sip, brown hues boring into your skull as if tempting you to speak.

“And what is your plan there?”

At this point it’s not like telling you wouldn’t hurt, heroes didn’t exist in your world and neither did villains so he supposed the random civilian whose apartment he’d landed in at least deserved at least some explanation. 

“Since the portal opened up in your apartment the interdimensional specks are still present here, they can be utilized to open a new doorway through a catalyst where one will open temporarily back to where the original one had opened up- which was my dimension.” Quickly explaining that he finished looking over your slightly confused look before letting out a sigh, the mug briefly being set onto the counter. 

“When you start a barbeque you turn on the propane first right?” You gave a nod and he continued, “Then you use the sparker to light the propane.” He paused letting you absorb his example, the man right after using his hands to gesture around as if he were talking to a child. “The propane is like the specks and the catalyst is the sparker.”

“Do the specks ever leave?”

“I don’t know,” Finding that he himself didn’t have an answer to that he let out a breath, hand beginning to tap along the countertop. 

“But this is why I need to move fast.”

---

Now, it wasn’t that you didn't want to help Miguel- quite the contrary you were elated to have been able to help him. However, he still was one of your biggest fictional crushes and currently, you’d both been crammed within the confines of your small car. A glimmer of regret sparked across your expression upon realizing how strange the music on your phone was as well as how much of a fan you actually were.

So embarrassing.

Despite your clearly tense form, he seemed rather calm. Eyes taking in as much as they could all the while running his fingers across the civilian clothes he’d swapped into. He trusted your reassurance of people not being able to recognize him, the small mirror within your apartment becoming an item of interest as he noted the change in his appearance.

It was very strange. 

“So do you like, have a mental list of what you need? Or are we just going to walk in blind?” Willing yourself to break the silence you’d pulled into the parking lot of a department store, something you assumed would have at least some of the things that Miguel would need.

“I have a general idea. You don’t have to worry about it.”

“Great.” Finding yourself still sitting in the car despite having parked it you watched Miguel slip out through your peripheral, the man’s tall frame stepping away from the car only to pause.

Was…wait, was he waiting for you?

As if realizing this, you scrambled to collect your things quickly slipping out of the car and locking it behind you. Your shoes tapped against the cement as you’d caught up with the brunette coming to walk an arm's length away.

Stepping into the store you’d moved to grab a cart, arms folding over the handles as you trailed behind your newly three-dimensional companion. His sharp gaze scanning each and everything occasionally seeing something of interest into the cart.

“What is the most recent thing that was invented here?” Glancing back at where you leisurely strolled behind him Miguel watched as his voice had caused you to jump slightly, attention trailing away from whatever was on your mind.

“Probably VR? That’s I think the most recent thing. No flying cars or anything like that here- too much of a liability really if you think about it. People are stupid.”

Unsure of what to really take from that answer he couldn’t help but let out a low snort, head shaking from one side to the other in a sort of agreement towards your ‘people are stupid’ bit.

Conversation after that seemed to come a bit easier, the topic ranging from either of you asking a question to the other or just something else mundane.

It wasn’t really much longer till the two of you were back in your apartment, bags in hand filled with miscellaneous items that may or may not help with Miguel's current situation. It didn’t take long for both of you to part; you mentioned how you were going to patch up the holes left in the wall and Miguel just motioning towards your office which at this point had become his temporary residence.

At least for the time being. Only time would tell how long he would be stuck there.

---

“A hologram, it’s a hologram.”

“No, it’s UMF, not a hologram. Unstable Molecule Fabric.”

“But is it actually fabric? I haven't read the comics.” Starring almost too intently down at Miguel's arm that was still clad in his suit you spared him a glance, the tips of your ears nearly burning off at the ‘are you kidding?’ look he’d given.

“If it were fabric I’d tear through it anytime I needed to use these.” Raising his hand small claw-like spikes rose from the pads of his fingers, something you’d nearly forgotten alongside the fact he had fangs.

It’d been about three days since his initial appearance, and a watch prototype was steadily being made however despite the many protests on his end you were able to convince the man to take a break here and there.

Just like a regular person he still needed to eat and sleep and whatnot, and with nobody else there to remind him- namely Lyla, you were the only person left.

He was aggravated about it when you’d first done it, however, the retort of ‘making up for the damage to my apartment’ was what kept his annoyance at bay- he did feel bad at this point for the amount of damage that was caused despite not really caring when it first happened.

You’d been quite helpful- not in the same sense as another spider-person or Lyla but in the sense of a personified conscience.

That and he found it amusing sometimes how you’d often try to hide whatever spider-themed merchandise you had. The look of shock and embarrassment was written across your face when he’d found a mug with the same design as his mask was nearly priceless.

In a comedic sense of course- you were, entertaining.

As if snapping back to reality he retracted the claws, shaking his head a bit-Focus. “I need to get back to working on the device.”

“Alright. You know where to find me if you need me.” Musing that out knowing that he was eager to get back to work you watched him spare you a nod, form disappearing back into the hallway where you’d only see him emerge from once every few hours.

If that guy could work himself to death you’d bet he would.

---

Emerging from the room he’d been in Miguel let out a breath, his watch was still gradually deteriorating while the watch he’d been working on seemed at least a quarter of the way done-there were so many things he still had to do, and had to fix before he could even try and open up a gate.

Raising a hand and running it through his hair he let out a breath, eyes taking a moment to adjust to the lack of light in the apartment spotting the gentle glow of the living room TV. Glancing towards the end of the hall where your room had been he could see that the door was open and nobody was inside leading him to assume you’d been curled up on the couch as he’d noted you often did.

There were a few things you did that he found himself unwillingly taking note of. One of the few being how you always nestled yourself into the very corner of the couch when watching a show or movie, or- as of recently how whenever you brewed coffee or tea that you’d made a second cup.

Quietly trekking through the hallway and into the main room another sigh left him upon seeing the way you’d fallen asleep, three thoughts beginning to conflict one another within the confines of his brain as he’d waited to see if you were indeed asleep.

Which you were.

Muttering under his breath in another language he trailed a little closer; on one hand he should just wake you up and remind you of the last time you’d fallen asleep on the couch and had complained for the whole day. However on another hand, he felt like the sight brought some comfort he hadn’t felt in a long time.

Most of the interaction with you brought some sort of strange comfort- something he tried his damnedest to ignore in favor of dealing with his current circumstances. He knew Lyla for sure would be either teasing or harping on him for whatever reason.

Weighing all his options he seemed to just give in, the man's frame looming before you as he’d leaned down to stick his arms under your curled-up frame, the blanket you had coming along as he’d hauled you up silently.

What was he thinking-

A low hum in what he could only describe as content left you, cheek leaning to the side against him as he’d marched down the hall coming to lean over the surface of your bed where he set you down. Gaze softening only a little as he’d puffed out a breath through his nose.

“Stop it O’Hara.” Remarking that to himself he’d turned on his heel, head shaking from side to side. 

“You have your priorities.”

---

Waking up nestled within the warm covers of your bed wasn’t the first thing that roused you from sleep- no no, the thing that roused you was the mug currently being held in front of your sleeping form. Mouth dry and hair a mess.

“Morning.”

Blinking a few times at the greeting you stared up at Miguel in suspicion, heart thumping softly at how the morning sun that’d crept through your curtains illuminated his defined features.

“Did you- is the watch finished?” Noting how he donned civilian clothes instead of his suit you blinked a few more times trying to figure out why there was this feeling of missing something.

“Almost.” Answering easily he moved to lean against the side of your doorframe, brown hues regarding you with a mix of undecipherable emotions. “Your neighbour came knocking on your door this morning.”

Having taken a sip from your mug you nearly choked at what he’d said, knowing that no matter which neighbour it was that they were nosy as hell. 

“And you didn’t come get me? What did they want?”

At that, you swore you could see the edge of his lip twitch up, shoulder pushing off the doorframe. “She said to keep it quiet. There's kids in the building.”

Setting your drink to the side you flung the covers of your bed over your face, a sort of muffled groan coming out. That was so embarrassing they must’ve gotten the wrong impression by all the noise when the fight had happened- oh god that- as if coming to a realization you flung the sheets back down. “And what did you say?!”

“I apologized,” In the moment he wasn’t sure what exactly to say, attention focused on how you were nearly at the edge of your seat in anticipation awaiting the response- face faintly flushed. “And told her we’d keep it down.”

Why did he say that? He wasn’t sure, it was out of character a bit but the reaction it got out of you made the response all the better.

Maybe, just maybe it wouldn’t hurt to get to know you properly.

---

As he’d mentioned the watch was finished within a few days. The device now sitting silently ontop of the desk; the plan of using it later being written off for the time being.

In those days you’d taken note of the slight banter that’d happen between yourself and Miguel. Things seemingly becoming more friendly despite the situation and you couldn’t help but be more than enthused about it.

“You want to see some of my favourite places?” Taken aback by the request you stated at him in a mix between disbelief and surprise. “I thought you had to go back as soon as possible?”

“I do, but the window to open a gate is open better around the time it was last time- so late in the evening.” 

Whether that was an excuse or not was up to you to discern.

Pursing your lips together you continued to stare at him inquisitively. “Ok well, uh we could go check out this market? I don’t know how good it is now since I haven’t been able to go in years.”

“If that’s where you’d like to go.”

Side eyeing him once more you nodded lightly, beginning to round up what you needed before the two of you had quickly set off.

The cars atmosphere quiet until he’d spoken. “When all this first happened. What did you think?”

Perhaps it was the inevitability of him having to leave that spurred the question on or had led him to become more open- but nonetheless the question was something he’d grown curious about.

When you’d first met he could tell you were in a state of shock, whether from the fight or from his appearance didn’t matter. Your answers were thought out and yet he recalled how you’d walked around him at a distance, keeping that distance until later on. Disbelief is what he chalked it up to however he was also partially to blame on the distance.

“Well, I thought I was crazy- of course who wouldn’t. I thought maybe it was some weird vivid dream.” Your fingers began to tap softly against the steering wheel. “Also you’re like really intimidating, you know that?”

“So I’ve been told.”

“Self awareness is the key to happiness.” Pulling into the parking lot outside of where the little market was you quickly popped out, excitement gradually brewing within you.

Shaking his head he himself stepped out of the car, moving to trail behind you as you begun maneuvering through the varying stalls. Little hand carved and hand made trinkets covered each table, the person standing behind sparing those who’d passed by a kind smile.

It was so calm over here- in this world. Compared to really anything he had to deal with. 

“Miguel-“ Brown hues warmly trailed towards where you had emerged from, the man unknowingly having spaced out for a second enough for you to disappeared and come back. “Give me your hand.”

“Why?”

“Just- hold it out for me come on, this is your last day here.” Putting your own had up and trying to coax him to do the same you quickly moved to lace your hand with his once he’d complied, your other hand moving a bracelet from your wrist across your hands onto his.

“There.” Pulling your hand back your face flushed a little at the stoic look he had, eyes fixed on the small accessory. “I tried to pick something that sits flat for you and doesn’t look particularly flashy.”

As you’d mentioned it wasn’t particularly flashy, the design of it was just a collection of chevrons wrapping around the length of his wrist made up of some sort of grey stone.

Forcing a cough into his hand his face turned to the side. “Thank you.”

That small show of gratitude nearly had you bouncing off the ground. A smile that could probably rival the sun bloomed across your face.

“I’m glad you like it, it’s just a little something to remind me by.”

“You’re not that immemorable.”

It seemed like a slight changing of tide after that, the both of your resuming your little stroll through the stalls bringing up some meaningless conversation.

It felt like, now that everything was coming to an end you’d never felt more at home. Thinking back on it you quite enjoyed Miguel’s company, not just in the ‘you were my fictional crush kind of way’ but in the way that a domestic couple would- as much as you wouldn’t say that out loud.

That sort of companionship was something your heart yearned for however it just showed you that fate was a cruel thing- maybe this was your canon event.

Reaching the unattainable and being doomed to fall.

—-

“And you’re sure this won’t blow up my apartment or something?”

“It might?”

“That is not comforting at all.” Rolling your eyes in return at his answer you remained slightly ducked behind the couch while Miguel stood where he first did when he first arrived.

The watch he previously wore was stripped away, the corroded metal being too far gone to savage and in its place was the missmash of parts that made up what you could only assume was the new one.

Watching him tap a few things onto it you couldn’t help but call out, “Miguel,” Turning briefly to show you had his attention you continued. “Thanks.”

“For?”

Your lips curled into a faint smile, “not being a product of my psychosis.”

His lips quirked up at this, head shaking as a low airy laugh left him. A sort of melancholic look crossing his face as he tapped a few more things among his watch, a spark of orange gradually beginning to grow until a portal had opened up. “See you around (Y/N).”

Nodding his way you couldn’t help but wish the portal hadn’t opened up in the frist place- but it did and just as quickly as it’d opened it closed leaving you on your own. 

An almost bitter laugh leaving your lips.

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Weeks later you found yourself snuggled into the comfort of your bed, hand scrolling aimlessly across some edits. The sound of your phone barely did much in comparison to the quiet thrum of your apparement.

Despite knowing you’d be coming home to an empty apartment you couldn’t help but think deep in your heart that something might be different.

Nodding off a little your eyes barely took note of the light shining into your livingroom, the orange glow disappearing quickly.

Your brows furrowed at this, phone clutched tightly within your hand as you strained your ears to listen for anything. 

Nothing.

Slipping out from beneath the safety of your blankets your feet quietly padded their way down the hall, eyes struggling to adjust to the dark. Your hand followed the length of the wall, heart rate gradually beginning to speed up as you willed yourself to look into the livingroom.

Nothing.

Letting out a breath you tensed quickly as something had pressed against your eyes, your own hands reactively reaching up finding them wrapping around someone’s wrists. Their large hands being the reason for your current lack of vision.

The feeling of someone leaning over your shoulder had caused your nerves to spike, however once their spoke did your nerves spike for a different reason.

“Guess who?”

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[blade-of-marmora]

What dresses would each Voltron Paladin wear and why

Don't ask what this is, my brain got distracted when looking for new clothes for the system and now we're here so. If I'm thinking about it you have to think about it too.

Okay so first of all Lance

So with Lance, he's like, I don't think he would originally want to wear a dress. I don't think he has an issue with men wearing dress just more so him wearing dresses, so it would probably take a decent amount of convincing. Or just like, tell him you could pull it off better and then he will instantly do it to spite you.

But yeah once you get Lance on board he's the type to go all out man, so I can see him in like these more extravagant outfits like the dresses above. I choose blue not only because it's his signature colour but also because a lot of the things Lance likes, (Space and the Ocean) have kind of a strong blue theme and he'd probably keep theme because he knows it looks good on him. I think he'd like the more flowy dresses rather than anything that sticks close to him.

Next up is Pidge

Okay now I know both dresses are too very different styles but, I think Pidge would probably prefer the purple dress, I can't exactly explain why I think it's their style I kind of just do. The white dress on the left though is something I think I can see her disliking at first but then kind of getting attached, and I don't think it would be her favourite but they'd probably wear it on special occasions. But yeah Pidge just has this strong kind of uh, goth? is it goth I don't think that's the right word uhm, like maybe alt? vibe about her and its uh kinda witchy so she'd like it I thiink.

Okay Hunk time

Hunk in a dark green dress just makes sense to me, I think the colour suits him well. I think he would probably like the more uh tight-fitting ones, or like the stuff that's simpler. And I'm not saying Hunk can't pull off stuff with like lots of laters or patterns and stuff I just think he'd like stuff like this more. Besides Hunk would probably not want something that covers him entirely because he gets anxious a lot and then sweats a lot and idk he just doesn't strike me as the kind of person who would wear something flowy.

Shiro is pretty easy

It's this dress specifically and only this dress, style-wise I mean. We came across it while searching for dresses for our ball a few months back and now I'm pulling it back up and it's like, instantly reminds me of Shiro he absolutely has to wear this. It's black and sparkly and Shiro is the black paladin and he probably likes sparkly stuff I think? I just think it makes the most sense.

Allura is technically a paladin so

I mean shes a princess so I assume she'd like uh, princess type gowns? maybe not in those colours but I think she'd probably wear bright and vibrant colours, idk man probably something along those lines, maybe in pink or red.

And uh me, (Keith)

I don't really like anything too flowy and we actually own the dress on the right so- yeah the shorter dresses are good because it's easier to run and fight in if you have to, yes I admit they may look slightly 'Emo' but I swear that's not it- I just like the design and colours

[stopthatfool]

You said don't get you started on Ice's helmet or you'll be mean... please be mean. Please be mean to him. What is so disastrous about his helmet design?

my time has come. i will be mean to him. (thank you for getting me started on this. it bothers me every time I watch top gun.) this is also gonna be so long. yippee!

stopthatfool's issues with Tom "Iceman" Kazansky's helmet! aka this bad boy right below. (I'm sorry if anyone loves Ice's helmet, it's just not for me)

The placement of his name. WHY is it on the side? Both him and Slider have their names on the side. That makes me think it's a squadron thing? (the VF-213s) but regardless i don't care cuz i think it's stupid. (again sorry if someone thinks its genius. ok i'll stop apologizing)

My biggest issue with the fact it's on the side is that it creates this uneven weight distribution. The side with his name feels considerably "heavier" than the side without.

And the thing i don't understand is that Ice's name is evenly numbered!! He could fit 3 letters on either side of the line that comes down the helmet! the letters wouldn't be unevenly distributed, so I don't know why he felt the need to put it there!!

Here, I have "annotated" his helmet and provided other viewpoints of his helmet!

The font/typeface! Ice.. is that ARIAL?? and it's not even bolded??? so not only is his name to one side and weirdly small... it's skinny and unbolded. (like you're THE Iceman. Don't you want your name big and bolded? I shouldn't be searching for your name when you're Mr. Iceman!)

Looking at his helmet head-on, part of his name isn't even visible.. like ok ICEM!

And then! There's this weird switch up in the shapes and line types that he used-- the angular and sharp points of the lightning bolts and the half circles surrounding the squadron logo (is it a logo?? idk im gonna call it a logo)

What i think Ice is trying to do here is create a "connection" between the circular part of the logo and the lightning bolts as the bolts go all the way to the back of the helmet... but in my opinion... it's not working. like at all.

The comparison between the harsh lines of the bolts and then the curves is just kind of hard on the eyes (for me anyway). I just don't know where to look. Should i be following the leading lines of the lightning bolts? Or the curves of the half-circle things? Or should I be following the line of the lightning bolt in the logo?

And all throughout that... i barely end up seeing the name on the helmet.

Continuing off the logo... for Top Gun 1986, Ice and Slider are in the VF-213 squadron, but the movie switched the logo to the VFA-25s that looks like this on their flight suits-

(yes that is the best quality image i could find from the movie my bad) So why does the logo on his helmet look like this???

WHY do the fingers look like that. they look like hotdogs im so sorry. (logistically it was probably easier for the decals to be printed and then applied like this. but. we're not talking about technicalities here. right now i'm tearing apart the entire composition of Ice's helmet.)

I like version of the logo on their flight suits soooo much better! It's got more "rhythm" and flow to it that the lightning bolts lack! Plus no hotdog fingers.

Ok ok, now on the colour scheme. The harsh and bright blues I don't mind. Like yeah, you're The Iceman, punch me in the face with blue. I can forgive that. The thing that really bothers me.. is the silver/grey base of the helmet.

It's this really harsh grey that really doesn't help with the already harsh blues. I think he should've continued with the blue he has going. cuz this grey ain't working, king.

Ok, anyway. Since I should be studying, I'm obviously doing anything but studying. So i redesigned ice's helmet. ya idk.

it's kind of wonky.. but whatevs (ignore how the lightning bolt on the side view doesn't line up with the front view) (and ignore the inconsistences in the lettering. i was lazy and did it by hand)

I also didn't want to completely change/get rid of the aspects of Ice's helmet. So the changes aren't huge (except for maybe the name placement/"font")

ok I changed the background colour (finally, it's less all up in your face now) I continued with the blues and lessened the intensity just a little bit. I really wanted his name to be front and center!

Now the colour scheme is also consistent. No random black lettering (again, in arial???) there's now black in both his name, the outline of the lightning bolts and the logo!

Now his name is evenly distributed! See how it fits on either side of the line that comes down the center of the helmets from '86? See how you can actually see his whole name? See how it's heavier and fits the whole "iceman" theme better? (at least in my opinion)

Come on, Ice! You should've used the leading lines provided by the lightning bolts to guide people to your name! There's now a fun little overlapping moment!

(ignore how i forgot to dot one of the i's in distribution whoops)

No more weird half circle things! No more conflicting leading lines! But! I decided to extend the arm of the squadron logo to continue the line of the lightning bolt as it moves backward. I think this makes the circle of the logo fit better, while simultaneously creating that "connection" he was trying to get in his actual design.

The lack of half-circle things also allow for the logo and lightning bolts to just "be." There's no distraction. it's not overly "busy" anymore (like maverick's helmet). It's simple, but he's The Iceman! He doesn't need it to say/have more!

And the use of the "actual" logo seen on Slider and Ice's flight suits creates that sense of movement that was absent before! Plus no hotdog hands!

Is this new proposed design perfect? Absolutely not! The logo and the lightning bolts still create a weird point of almost intersection that still bothers me. But I think fundamentally, there's always going to be issues with these two components: the circle will never quite fit in, and the lightning bolt the hand is holding will always "cut" the whole thing in half, creating a weird separation in the helmet, that will always bother me.

Anyway, this was a lot of fun! (I love being mean to these guys. they need their egos brought down a couple pegs!)

[radskull-69]

BOB X KIDNAPPED READER!

(Someone requested this and I was bored so why not?)

(Also idk how to do writing requests so if you wanted a mini story or some head cannons plz let me know-)

I feel it would have started when bob caught wind of you when you were going home or if you two already met, you’d probably only seen him once as he’s very shy! Stalking you from afar as he works the courage to kidnap- meet you. But once he’s got you in his arms he’ll be the only thing you ever see, that and the basement you’ll be living with him! Don’t worry, if your behaved he’ll let you around the house as long as he’s close by.

You’ll wake up to a chain on your ankle connected to a one person bed in a basement, both were cleaned long before you arrived by bob. He wanted everything to be in tip-top shape for you! He’d be sitting on a chair watching patiently for you to wake up, acting very excited when he sees your eyes flutter open. Maybe he put too much sleeping pills into the food?

Anyway, he’d get *very* touchy and hug you whatever chance he gets! He’d grope your fats and nuzzle into your face more often then not. Buy you sweets and sometimes a eye ball that was the same colour as yours! Something that remind him of you! Ain’t that sweet?

If you struggle against him he’d take it as not getting used to the sudden change in environment and getting antsy, like a cat! If you hit him *too* much he’ll get a bit frustrated. Don’t you see he’s just trying to show you some love?

He will tie you up snuggly and just hug you, rocking you while humming and petting your head until you calm down.

He’ll cook all your meals and be’d watching to make sure your getting fed! He’ll cook all your favourites just so he could see your smile again, (sometimes he’ll slip in a few human recipes-) He’d do anything to make you happy aside from letting you go, if you ask to leave too much he’ll get angry and punch the wall above your head out of anger. Hearing it crack under his fist would probably scare you into tears and he’d immediately feel sorry and comfort you. Saying thing such as ‘I’m sorry angel..’ or ‘I was just trying to prove my point.. I’m sorry’ yeah.. he’s not the best at apologising..

More often then not he’ll be sleeping in your bed next to you, or if you really don’t want him to, he can just sleep on the floor. What ever makes you comfortable. All the clothes you’ll be wearing will be his, but sometimes he likes to get you a cute lil dress to wear or suit to wear. He can’t resist dressing up his lil dolly~

When he comes home from ‘work’ (aka murdering people) he’ll likely come home angry or tired and just stomp down to the basement and flop on the bed beside you, laying you on his chest before promptly passing out. Times like these are usually the best times to escape, as he left the basement door wide open.

If your ever feeling bored he’ll get you things you like, you like drawing? BOOM now you got all the books and drawing supplies you’ll ever want (minus sharpeners and scissors etc) yuo like to read? BAM now you got enough books to fill a library, and if your scared of the dark it is or how creepy the basement looks he’ll get some fairy lights (making sure their put up high enough you can’t get them and hang yourself-) and buy some furniture and decorations to make you more in your new home! The action would’ve been sweet if not given the situation…

When he finally lets you out of the basement after being so good for him he’ll *always* be by your side, incase you hurt yourself or try to run away. Good thing all the windows and the doors were securely locked. He didn’t like the bright sunlight anyway..

Later he’ll even let you go into the kitchen and cook with him! As much as he adores seeing you in a little apron he bought you and for you to cook him meals he’s worried you might hurt yourself (or *him*) with a knife, can never be too careful..

He likes to finally have you sleep with him in his bed, his bed was bigger and more comfortable since it could now fit the both of you( Especially his larger body). Other items he’ll sit on the couch with you and rubbing his thumb over your thigh as they watched the new, telling people that you went missing. He chuckles at how they really think they’ll find you, not to mention that you even *want* to leave.

While it takes longer then bob would like you do get used to his company and your new home, and he couldn’t be happier!

[send-me-a-kae-via-subspace]

finally made a pearlo design line up!!!

thought process + alt ver under cut

hermitcraft s8 - idk i just wanted her to be a little goofy. llama everywhere, yknow. i tried to get a few of the swaggon colours in there just to be a little rad

empires s1 - i wanted to just, delete her dress. shes a jacked farmer and i wanted to get that across in the design. her design started up a little fatter, b/c i wanted all of my pearls to be visually distint, but i ended up giving that form to legacy (i had to scrap it b/c i didnt know enough about the series. so if you knw abt what she did there that would be super rad!!) anyway tank top, flowy clothes, etc. i really like the pointy crown though. and the warm colours w green i think worked out pretty well.

hc s9 - made her creacher. what else do you want. also tried to make her outfit like. a mix of suit and cleaning lady garb. the colour choice was like, orange and purble and teal. because complementary colours, and those were like what made her base. pop out to me yknow. also insect-like connected joints

limlife - comfy cosy outfirt. flowy jeans and frogge hoodie. idk what to say here tbh. i saw all the frog hoods and thought. yeah no she WOLULD wear that

last life - there is. no reasoning for this one. wanted to do someth based off of the base pearl skin . so i gave her the sans treatment (fur hoodie)

double life - i tried to give her the most sexy and attractive look i could muster. she is like the bad boys of dl. to me. leather pants, flowy hoood, and lots and ltos and lots of bows. also high heels to step on people. i really like this design but lets be honest i just took the colour red and ran with it. except for the little gold medalion. thats to match with tilly. we stay silly :3

santa perla - oh yeah this lady right here. really inspired  by toh collector. i just. mmm moon face amirite. the rest is just pointy bits and shroud of light (kinda? insp by bdubs skin from empires crossover?)the part on the right comes from pixs santa perla statue !!! pointy wing beloved. aslo shes glowing. because magic and god and something

evo - i know. nothing about evo. i just looked at her skin, saw bright teal and stripes, and ran with it!

hardcore - i jjust gave her all the hashtag survival stuff. and a moon on her shirt b/c i dont think you could tell shes pearl otherwise

[an-abyss-of-stars]

Thinking about modern!Aemond's tattoos for Burnt Over And Over Again and I feel like these are so fitting!

Like super detailed art, black&white sketch styles, the Greek/Old pagan mythology themes, LIKE IT FEELS SO RIGHT!! 😳 I'm sure he'll have a few actually coloured/colourful designs somewhere on his body, but I imagine a lot of simple black ink patchwork-esque tattoos scattered across his arms, a few on his chest and neck, and his back. Maybe something on his hip and thighs too 🤔🤔

ALSO I'm thinking, at some point, probably near the end of this fic, Rhaena's going to get one! I'm imagining Aemond goes with her to get her first tattoo, and she chooses something like this:

Like something floral, and pretty, and dragonfly seems cute! Or maybe a butterfly, with her favourite flowers behind it...like it'd suit her! Hers will definitely be super bright and colorful though, like all pink, purple, blue, green with gold and shit. Like definitely something really suited to her bright artistic style. Idk I just love the idea of it being a thing they do together once they're officially together 🥹😌

[qaanngi]

I do genuinely really love Napoleon's design. I like most of the OG IkeVamp boys' designs despite some silly choices. The colours are very rich and luxurious, like wine and brocade. They're deep but distinct, each guy has his own colour that technically adheres to what I like to call the Power Rangers Principle (in which an entire cast of characters each have a designated colour for marketing/toy purposes, very evident with the Power Rangers), but it's not as bright. The colours are muted and deeper/darker, like velvet (not that velvet can't be bright) but it suits the time period. I also really love the background art but I almost always love background art 🤷🤸✨

I like that Napoleon's signature colour is actually just black. It's interesting. I love his hair and how the white is added since it's a lot of fun to draw with, and adds fantastic contrast to any piece (admittedly, I've only done two), and draws attention to his face/head quickly. Nobunaga, another favourite of mine also has black as his signature colour (and he, too, wears it incredibly well), but I also like the additional colours and patterns on Napoleon's overall design that adds extra depth, movement, and interest to his outfit. The cuts of his clothes, the layering is all really fun, but still in an understated palette, but with a nice enough silhouette that you still know who he is.

Idk I just think he's neat 🙂🖤✨

[jounosparticles]

hello I meant to send an ask and then got distracted 😭

but! red uniforms for the win 💪 they make the characters stand out more and the designs just pop its so AGREGR makes my brain happy dbf it just fits. it's a vibe

the only downside to them I think is when the hunting dogs actual arrive in the anime. they blend into the red background and hues of the sky but that also goes away in later season 4 (sky casino) - season 5 so it's really just meh. they make it work :D

and they look so good in red uniforms dude. the green ones just don't seem to fit but also they're military(esque) and camou and dark green so I understand

I have more thoughts but that veers off into a fukufuku conversation JDBDBF I love these old men and i think that will just become more obvious the more I send asks KDDJC

i completely agree on the uniforms!!

one thing i’ll say about the red background in their debut is that Arguably it works. since the background is all orange-ish it suits as a sort of camouflage so they’re not seen as easily walking in the woods. not that anyone is in the woods but i just wanted to mention hehe. anyway i don’t mind it. it makes the redness of the uniforms kinda bright in the scene.

idk i think it’s nice. i feel the hunting dogs would have a beautiful fall photoshoot 🎉‼️

sorry. i am rambling.

anyway, yeah i feel the red ones suit them better. green makes sense given they’re military uniforms but i feel the red fits them well.

not to dive into colour meanings but.

red is often associated with danger, courage, aggression, sacrifice, and passion. which is what the hunting dogs must act like daily in order to achieve their missions. it’s also a bold colour, since the team is very impending group it suits them well.

green is often associated with growth, hope, renewal, health, and nature. although i believe the hunting dogs can signify growth and hope, i find the traits of the colour red fit them better. if anything, the hunting dogs are less natural than most humans with their enhanced bodies. that also puts their health at risk, they are very far from properly healthy and natural due to their surgical bodies.

of course, i am likely looking too deep into things. i believe the actual reason it was changed was because they didn’t want the hunting dogs uniform to resemble ww2 uniforms. but looking into colour association is fun regardless. i wonder what other colours they considered? maybe black or something would look neat. but i’m glad they went with red.

i also just like the colour more. so i am biased. but i believe it’s fitting. anyway moral of the story the hunting dogs look great in all colours. i love them for that.

annnd please i’m interested in hearing your other thoughts! would love to see fukufuku stuff :)

[tweedledjcosplay]

Nekomata costume for Halloween Part 4: Fabric and Pattern

I’ve started on Sumire’s maid ‘bonnet’ but I’ve already hit some hiccups. I think I planned out the pattern wrong, but I’ll see if I can make it work. I’m using fabric from my stash for her headdress and apron, and it seems like I have just barely enough. If what I cut out already doesn’t work, I’ll wait to finish the apron before trying again.

In bigger news, I’m making the preparations for the dress!! I was able to get some fabric (2.5 m) that should be perfect, although I do not know what it is since it was on clearance. Described as ‘designer suiting’, with the discount I only spent about 8$ CAD per meter! It has a little bit of 2-way stretch, and it’s exactly the thickness I hoped for (not too stiff, not super thin). It feels like a believable texture for work clothes. It’s also the perfect colour, since it looks black, but actually has a brown/red undertone, similar to the manga cover!!!

It looks darker in person, so here’s my attempt to colour match what I see, in a room lit with natural and artificial light:

(and it looks black under some artificial light)

I also found a pattern in my stash that should work, and the pockets are absolutely adorable!! This may be cursed, but I’m thinking of sewing the skirt on backwards so that there are buttons on the back to leave an opening for the tail.

I’ll also need to bring the neckline up a lot more, and I may just wing it since I do not know how to go about calculating the modification. This pattern also asks for lining in the bodice. My fabric is too thick to really double up like that, so I’m thinking of checking my stash for a nice thin fabric. I think it can be any colour since it won’t be visible when worn, so if it ends up being a garish bright pattern..,,. don’t @ me 🙄

Here’s the pattern: (idk if the notes help for everyone, or just the first owner, since I think I got this at a thrift store)

[torialefay]

YEA SO FUN FACT ME AND CHRIS ARE BOTH DEEP WINTERS IN OUR COLOUR ANALYSIS!!

We both have neutral-cool complexion but aren't a bright winter because we don't have a completely cool-toned complexion.

So Chris naturally has a warmth to his dark hair and he's got warm tones in his eyes too- if you see fancams of him close up- he's got mahogany tones in his eyes.

And you've seen what I look like and so I also have naturally very dark, curly hair but I have hazel eyes so my eyes are more warm-toned because there's green, gold and brown in them.

So we can't really wear muted colours because it washes us out- it's why I feel Chris looks his best when he has his natural dark hair OR when he goes platinum because the ashiness in the platinum hair also brings out his features.

I honestly didn't like the orange hair he had on him last year because it washed out his skin tone.

Whereas Jeongin is more of a Summer/Spring in colour analysis so orange/red tones look amazing on him.

So it's why all-black outfits hit so well with him- as well when he wears jewel tones like you mentioned or autumnal themed colours- like in his latest reel when he wore the olive cardigan and it looked rlly nice on him.

It's why the grunge aesthetic just looks better on him than with the other members because he's physically more suited to those palettes of colours.

ALSO- its surfacing back on TikTok now where baby stays have found previous photos of him wearing the 'o' ring.

I'm not sure if you're familiar with the meaning of 'o' rings.

Do you think he's oblivious or he knows exactly what it means and he's hiding on us?

Considering the performance of red lights, I think he knows exactly what it means 😭👌

Notice how it's always on the dominant hand? Never the submissive.

i agree w the ashy blonde looking good, & i also wasn't the biggest fan of the orange. i mean he still looks better than me no matter what, but his dark hair is just too good to compete with. i dont remember him in an olive cardigan! i'm gonna have to go deep dive 😭

he is just such a black-suited boi. i hope he never changes 😮‍💨

OMG ID NEVER SEEN THAT RING NOR DID I KNOW WHAT IT MEANT 😭 i just had to look it up! so for whether he knew it's meaning or not, idk. i didn't know, but also i am quite literally unintelligent. has he worn it recently??? i'm kinda dying to know now omg

[c-kiddo]

You’re very very right about the lack of diversity in character design, esp thinking about it in regards to CR3. Like Laudna is clearly meant to be a lot more willowy and uncanny looking than she’s shown in the character art. & the many many issues w/ Ashton’s design aside [I just,,Don’t like his design much. There was potential buts it’s just. Eh., it’s weak], it makes like zero sense for him to look the way he does being a barbarian!! Not that he has to be huge & all by any means, but he does not read barbarian aside from his big ol hammer :p

(trigger warning for talking about weight and body size/type in regards to character designs. also disclaimer that this is just talking about designs for fun, its /lh and just my musings)

i honestly quite like laudna's design overall, i think its hard to tell though, how thin she is, since she's very covered up. i actually really love her face and how her teeth dont quite fit in her mouth, which is something common with very underweight people, and i like her big dark eyes. ... i find her hard to draw quite right tho. and i think (no offense /g) in the fandom is really where people smooth her out, take away any wrinkle, and just make her kind of pretty and soft... like, no, i want her skin to be translucent. show me the veins in her eyelids!!!!

yea. . ashton's design is rly not my favourite. i redesigned him, which, i no longer rly like that drawing, mostly because of how i drew their hair. recently i've been trying to figure out how to draw the crystals even tho the idea makes my skin crawl a little lol. the main problem i have with their design is the colours - their clothes are similar values, a dark grey and a Bright red, and it just clashes with the purple and specific green of their skin .. in this last drawing of ashton i posted i think it's sorta better while still keeping the same colours, so theres that - also i think darker colours fits his character more, down in the shadowy alleys and bars of jrusar. also yea, not a fan of how totally shredded and sinewy he is, he needs to hydrate lol

my least favourite of the cr3 designs is between them and imogen though..i redesigned imogen recently and that was so much fun. i just think , her canon design doesn't suit her at all.. it's just a bit nothing-y, like a generic tomb-raiding (yikes) video game protagonist. and i think a hat suits her super well, since as well as mind-reading she has migraines and prefers to go unseen, so, she shades herself from the sun and staring with the hat.. also i just covered her up more so she wouldn't get sunburnt kajndks, its all light materials.. im just worried about her skin. also thought something a little more,, idk androgynous (??) practical (??) might be cool. like, she's got her waist-coast and her hat and bandana round her neck.. so turned her from sexy tomb-raider halloween costume to a cowboy, like her backstory is clearly inspired by :-] !! idk thats a ramble, i should catch up on cr3 i love imogen v much she has so much autism swag and she's so cool 2 me

[thearcher1003]

2 3 8 24 25 26 for the weirdly specific and unrelated asks, sorry if this is a lot for you to answer

No it's never a lot, I actually like getting these asks😅 Also, not sure if you are the same anon but thank you for sending in the asks, you are amazing, never stop <3 2. Thoughts on veganism? I don't really care for what people eat as long as they are happy. Those who adopt veganism are not harming anyone and if that's the way they choose for themselves then let it be. Fun Fact: I am a vegetarian, not that anyone asked. 3. A specific color that gives you the ick? Idk if it counts as an ick but I it kind of hurts my eyes to look at certain neon colours, the really bright ones. Like I am okay with neon highlighters but looking at sign boards that use a very bright neon colour does not suit me well. Maybe it is more about the flashiness of the colour and not just the shade, does that make sense? I am bad at explaining stuff. 8. Do you change into specific clothes for the house when you get home? It depends. I have started to wear my sweatpants and loose clothes while going out more often lately, so if I am wearing that I'll probably not change but if I am wearing denim or something form fitting then I'll definitely switch over to my comfy sweatpants. 24. Which do you find yourself using, American or British English? English is not my native language so I don't exactly use it for verbal communications but when I do it's a horrible mix of both (if we are talking about accent). In written form it's also both I guess, my spellings are definitely British cause that's what we were taught in school but I think I use more American terms and phrases because of all the American media I consume. 25. Would you say you have good taste in music? I believe so, yes, I would say I have good taste in music. 26. How’s your spice tolerance? Everyone in my family likes spicy food. My grandma's spice tolerance was REALLY good, that lady used to chug down chilies for fun. So taking her as the standard I think I would stand at a medium, I can handle good spice in my food but eating them raw, that's far beyond me.

[moonmoonthecrabking]

the choir as the nail polish they wear the most

noel

i think noel wears nail polish *constantly* and chips it all the time. like all the time. and sometimes he likes the aesthetic of it being chipped in public but when he's alone he repaints it to be full for the next morning (also bc he'd literally chip it all off in 3 days if he didn't he's so me). black nail polish!! i don't think i need to say more. he wears it in canon and like... idk it's the vibe. but i felt like doing too and i also see him as wearing a nice dark red/burgundy colour bc it's dramatic and fun and yes it's the colour of blood. HE WEARS DARK RED BC COLOUR THEOR-

ocean

so ocean i believe wears white nail polish in the show?? at least it looks like it?? and this other colour is what i'm wearing at the moment and the colour that's getting me back into wearing nail polish. it's a little more understated than it looks in the pic, it's a nice light pink glittery colour. i reckon both of these make her feel more professional and put together (and yes she is spiting her parents by wearing nail polish bc it's "unnatural").

constance

constance absolutely wears neon purple nail polish. she dyes her hair purple you can't tell me she doesn't love purple and it's just got this brightness and energy that totally suits her!! and i also see her wearing silver nail polish/a glittery top coat (depending on the day). like if it's a formal event or something where she wants to match with ocean she'll wear super sparkly silver nail polish to feel more classy!!! at other points, just casual times, she'll wear the neon purple with a silver glitter top coat and she is hypnotised by her fingers the first time she does it idk it just makes her smile!!!!

ricky

ricky wears navy nail polish bc Space and also i think that they find it a good base coat for galaxy themes or fun designs (cats). and neon green because it's SO zolar it just gives THEM vibes. they wear it less frequently than the other three just sometimes. if they wanna.

penny

fun colours!!! bright colours!!! the blue is a calmer one but she's here for it!!! sometimes she'll treat her nails like a paint palette!!! is it a good idea?? no!!! but she really loves it!!!

mischa

mischa has like more chill green tones, it reminds him of the ukrainian forest he could see from his childhood home :) and even though he doesn't really love nail polish, sometimes he finds it a nice little thing to fiddle with, or calming when noel paints his nails.