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Take in the View/Taking the Brunt

Two women—a singer and a celestial being—have a heart-to-heart about the impossible standards they hold themselves to.

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Eyes–as blue and as vast as the sky, a pair belonging to Polaris–fell upon the Floatzel. This was one of the Gardevoir’s favorites, one of a handful towards which her attention was drawn more strongly than any of the others on the little blue garden world she watched over. She had much potential; the whole world would one day look to her as, now, only a certain admirer and Polaris herself did. Beautiful and confident, a model of grace… at least, most of the time. As Polaris found her now, it seemed she was having a rough night.

She moved part of herself “above” the Floatzel’s apartment. Or “beside”. Neither word was quite correct, but they were both closer than “inside”, at least for the moment. The singer sat at her dresser, looking into a mirror lined with fairy lights. The effect was not unlike the marquee at the lounge where she worked. A bit of motivation, the anodyne intruder supposed. Dressing for the job she wanted, even if it meant taking work home with her. Who could judge her for taking the stage name as her own? Throwing oneself into her work, especially work she was passionate about, work she believed in, was a way of powering through. The mask gets lighter when it becomes a part of you.

Yet, here she was, letting the mask down. She wiped makeup from her face, streaks of black mascara trailing from her eyes, eyeshadow making way for puffy, red circles. Instead of her usual repertoire of sparkling, slitted dresses, she now wore a faded, frayed pink sweatshirt, big enough for the collar to hang off one shoulder, and a baggy pair of pajama pants. Now seemed like as good a time as any for Polaris to step in.

She floated into the room, seemingly from nothing, as though stepping out from behind a lamppost. The three points of her crest, alight with the warm glow of a star, preceded her. Her folded hands, wrapped in matte gray gloves which obscured that same glow from the skin beneath, rested in front of a bell of layered skirts, which fluttered behind her, leaving a glittering cloud of dust in her wake. She now stood across the room, behind the Floatzel, fully visible in the mirror; even if she didn’t announce herself, it would’ve been rude to not make herself known. The Floatzel, for her part, had snatched up an umbrella that was leaning against her dresser, and whirled around to point it at the intrusion.

“Who are you!?” She shouted.

“Eleanor–”

“And how do you know my NAME!!”

“Well–” Polaris hesitated. “You could say I’m quite the fan of yours.”

“You’ve got to be kidding. A stalker? I haven’t been a performer NEARLY long enough for this, I–” the Floatzel stuttered, “I’m calling the boys from the Lounge.”

“You don’t need Derrick and Rodney,” the Gardevoir intoned calmly. “I promise, I’m not here to hurt you. I haven’t been ‘following’ you in the sense that you’re thinking, either.”

“Then just WHAT is this supposed to BE?”

“Don’t I look familiar to you, Eleanor?”

“You look like a crazy cosplayer, is what you look like. Who are you even supposed to be,” she spat, squinting, “Mother Polaris, or something?”

“The very same,” the Gardevoir replied, nodding, doing her best to appear ancient (true) and wise (debatable). Eleanor narrowed her eyes at her for a long moment, utterly still except for an eventual, perplexed blink.

“You’re kidding.”

“You just saw me step out of thin air, then name-drop the exact friends you were thinking of. I’m made of space dust,” she continued, performing a little curtsy that displaced a nebula’s worth of twinkling material from her skirts, “And I’m here because… well, you know why I’m here. That should be a bit of extra proof for you.”

“Why are you here?” Eleanor grilled her, cocking an eyebrow. The Gardevoir shook her head.

“I try not to put words in people’s mouths. I find that it often makes things worse, or reminds them of different problems from the ones I’ve come to help them with.”

“I’m asking you to guess. Maybe I’ll believe you if you get it right.”

“Well,” she began, bowing her featureless face in an approximation of a sigh, “You seemed like you could use someone to talk to. Have you been doubting yourself recently, dear?”

The note of genuine affection in Polaris’ voice seemed to catch Eleanor off guard. While Eleanor was no stranger to Polaris, the same could not be said for the converse. She hesitated, then glanced at the tissues and make-up pads on her dresser.

“Am I really doing so bad,” she asked weakly, shoulders slumping as she turned back toward the celestial woman, “That I’m being visited by… by, by, guardian figures from literal myths?”

“Why don’t you tell me?” The Gardevoir prompted, hovering by the edge of Eleanor’s bed, gently patting a spot next to her. Another moment’s hesitation–another moment’s disbelief–came and went, and the Floatzel acquiesced, joining her on the bed.

“Well, you’re here already, so you must have some idea of it,” she began. Polaris nodded along, encouraging her. “Sometimes… I don’t see a way forward for myself. I know it doesn’t really make sense, I know that. I’m the headliner at a wonderful little club. My boss–”

“Donna? The Lapras.”

“Y…yes, her,” she continued, still unsettled. “She loves having me there. Thinks I’m talented, thinks I liven up the place. My coworkers are all so supportive, too, I just… I don’t know if I’m waiting for some cliché ‘big break’, or if working my way up from the bottom is just going too slowly for me to feel good about it…”

“But?”

“But…” She sighed. She hadn’t admitted this out loud before, or at least, Polaris hadn’t been paying enough attention to hear it. It was rare, but she did have her lapses. They always seemed to be at the most important moments. “I look at the people who have already made it–”

“Like Carlotta. The Altaria, your mentor.”

“Right.”

“And I know that that Purugly is another person you admire.”

“Mhm.”

“You look at them, and you see what?”

“It’s less something I see in them, and more something I don’t see in myself. They’re so, so talented, and… I know my own abilities. I know I’ve worked hard, I practiced, Carlotta took me under her wing to teach her half of what I know herself, and I’ve got her approval for sure. But their work is so inspiring, so moving, and mine is just… well, I’m only me.”

“And you do not hear the same ring in your work, see the same poise in your movement, as you hear and see in theirs?”

“I suppose I don’t. I don’t really know what the difference is. I just don’t feel like I’m enough.”

“Well, I meant what I said earlier. I’m a big fan of yours.” At this, Eleanor barked out a laugh, rubbing one of her eyes with the ball of her palm.

“Aren’t you known for loving everyone on Earth? Caring for all?” She made a wavy little arcing gesture to poke at the grandiosity of it. “That feels almost like a compliment from my mom!” Polaris giggled in return, politely covering the place her mouth would be with a hand.

“I suppose that’s fair. Would it cheer you up at all if I told you a secret about what people call me nowadays?”

“It couldn’t hurt. Normally the best gossip I get is from Donna.”

“You all haven’t always called me Mother Polaris.”

“No?”

“No! In fact, when I first approached you, before I had even chosen the name Polaris for myself, I declared that you all should call me mom.

“PfffHAH! Just mom?”

“Just mom! I listened in on you all for a little while and decided, ‘oh, that’s what I need to be for them, the poor things!’”

“HAAHAHAHA, wow! Just imagining someone who looks as elegant and awe-inspiring as you, who talks as politely as you, just going ‘I’m your mom now’. HA!”

“Thankfully, I developed a better grasp on the nuances and the connotations eventually. I never did want to give up that sort of maternal position, though.”

“Well, you work it,” Eleanor reassured her, her laughter dying down to a faint grin. “It did make me feel a bit better.” There was a long pause. Eleanor looked down at the floor; Polaris suspected she was working up to discussing another difficult subject. Eventually, she spoke again:

“Would it be okay if I talked about something else? I really do appreciate the visit–you’ve already cheered me up, and just the time you took to come see me–but I guess I don’t feel like I’ve gotten it all off my chest.”

“Say as much as you feel you need to, Eleanor. This is what I’m here for,” she comforted the poor thing, though the true depth of the statement was likely lost on her.

“Alright. Thank you.” She paused, finding the words, then discarding them. “So, since we’re talking about names. Um. I don’t get to talk to deities all that often,” she chuckled, feeling awkward. “Can I ask why you settled on Polaris?”

“Dear, I don’t believe that was what you were so worried about saying.” The Floatzel screwed up her lip, glancing away from the Gardevoir. “How about this: I’ll tell you more about my name if you tell me more about how you’re feeling. Are you comfortable with that?” Eleanor slowly dragged her eyes back to meet Polaris’, and hesitantly nodded, taking a deep breath.

“I don’t know if this is the missing… quality that I was talking about earlier, or if it’s something separate, but it’s also part of what’s been bugging me. I look at Carlotta, and honestly, I even look at Donna, and they’re just, so in-their-own-element, so confident, like, like they never miss a beat. And like I said, Carlotta taught me most of what I know–especially, I guess, faking it until I make it.

“But it’s just so hard to keep up with them. I’m exhausted after performing all night, keeping that calm, collected persona up while I chat up the patrons and ‘relax’ with my friends. They don’t even break a sweat. I’ve seen Donna haul a heckler or a creep up by his shirt collar and throw him out into the street, then go right back to laughing with the regulars like it never happened, and I just don’t get it. Carlotta’s smile never wavers for a moment. Donna can keep an eye on us around the clock. It feels like so much more work when I do it than when they do! It takes everything I have just to be at a point where I feel out of my depth, and I know it only gets deeper the further I want to go. I don’t know if I have it in me.”

Polaris nodded thoughtfully, appraising Eleanor before offering a response. She considered what might help her–her, specifically, with her disposition and her problems–to hear in this moment. She couldn’t solve her problem for her, that much she knew; her position relegated her largely to moral support. Even the most basic of contributions, taking an active role like providing reminders of accountability, even just regular encouragement, often felt like an impossible commitment given how she spread her mental resources. Then, ought she reassure the Floatzel? Suggest how she might solve the problem herself?

She decided that a bit of perspective would serve her best, and Polaris was perhaps the best-equipped to provide a step back.

“Eleanor,” she began, smoothing out her skirts, choosing her words deliberately and with consideration, “You already know that I keep track of… well, most things that go on. Yes?”

Eleanor nodded, scooting further onto her bed, having drawn up her knees to her chest.

“Then you’ll trust my insight into your relations.”

She nodded again.

“You are not the only one who struggles to keep up with the demands of her life. Nor are you the only one who keeps up a façade to put their best foot forward at all times. Carlotta would tell you that ‘that’s showbusiness’, but do not mistake me. Neither she nor I tell you this to dismiss your problems, or suggest that you need only get used to it. Rather, it is to instill in you a mutual understanding with your peers: even those of them who appear to succeed effortlessly toil behind closed doors. They have to practice every bit as much as you. They have to take time to decompress as often as you.”

“Right. They’re there to help me and the other girls who work the place feel safe.”

“I… I struggle to see it, even still. I’m sorry.”

“Do not apologize, dear,” Polaris hushed her as she moved closer. “Perhaps this will make it easier. Donna keeps those two Incineroar boys on staff, yes?”

“Of course. And you mentioned that Donna takes such matters into her own hands as well, yes?”

“She does.”

“Do you think that she would bother continuing to pay two employees if she were utterly, totally confident in her ability to keep you safe herself?” A pause, then a defeated sigh through Eleanor’s nose.

“I don’t suppose she would.”

“She would not! Even someone as self-assured, as decidedly capable as Donna knows her limits. But if she were to draw attention to those limits, it might make you and the other girls feel less safe, right?”

“I guess so.”

“They want to seem professional as badly as you do, Eleanor.” She placed a gloved hand on the performer’s shoulder, looking her directly in the eyes. “Your achievements are earned. You are not falling behind. You work harder than most anybody under my watch.”

Eleanor’s eyes fell again, but this time the movement was accompanied by a smile, tinged with relief.

“That… means a lot to hear. Thank you. So much.”

“Of course, dear. Now,” she said, rising to her full floating height, “Is there anything else you wish to talk about? Anything else I can try to help you with?”

“You promised me another story about your name.”

“Ah. That I did.”

“Go ahead! Make yourself comfortable,” Eleanor said, waving to the other half of her bed and to a sofa in the corner of the room. Hardly.

“What was your question again, dear?” The Gardevoir asked, floating away from Eleanor, her skirts rising and then settling as she rested herself in the cushioned chair. “Why I chose my name?”

“Mhm!” She had grabbed a pillow from by the headboard of her bed and was holding it in her lap. She almost seemed like she was sitting at a slumber party, talking about pettier secrets with girlfriends, like who was crushing on who.

“You see…” Yet again, she chose her words carefully. “Motherhood was not the only concept among your cultures that I saw fit to embody. Guidance, constancy, stalwartness… Many cultures rely on the stars for navigation. Their ever-presence, their reliability, makes them indispensable; they serve a necessary function. As for the name Polaris specifically, I found that it was emblematic of these qualities–though I just as well could have found a way to make the Southern Cross my namesake, had I first contacted you below the equator.”

“I see… Names with personal meanings like that are the best ones, in my opinion.”

“I agree. It wouldn’t do for one to live by a name that rang hollow to them. A good name is one that truly represents you, or that you can at least strive to live up to.”

“Do you feel that way about your name?”

“How do you mean?”

“Do you feel like you actively try to live up to it?” So she had caught on. This was why she had tried to depart early, but there was no sense in being rude–or worse, arousing concern–by attempting to worm out of it now. She had had this conversation many times before.

“I do my best,” was Polaris’ outward response.

“And… I’m sorry if this is overstepping, but–”

“No, by all means. You were promised a story, were you not?”

“Are you trying to look professional, too? Maybe, in trying to reassure me, you don’t want to let on that… Well, I don’t want to put words in your mouth.”

“I appreciate that, dear. To answer your question, yes, I was speaking from experience on the subject of façades.”

“I imagine that you’re very busy trying to help everybody on the planet.”

“Yes.”

“And you try to ‘look professional’ for all of them as well, since you find such deep personal meaning in being their rock.”

“Naturally.”

“So have you ever actually… talked to anyone about how stressful it is for you?”

“Of course.”

“Oh.” She seemed taken aback by that answer. “Um.”

“Does that surprise you?”

“I guess I just thought that a goddess would be able to handle it better than a regular girl could? Or that, at least, you could put up with it for longer. I don’t know why I’m surprised that someone who’s been around as long as you have has… had a heart-to-heart with someone before.” She still seemed curious; Polaris could reasonably figure what her remaining unanswered questions were.

“Well, I try not to. For reasons beyond ‘seeming professional’, I mean.” The Floatzel opened her mouth to ask, and Polaris cut her off. “No, I will not give you the details.”

“Why not? It’s only fair that I should offer you help after you’ve cleared my head.”

“Eleanor, do you remember that joke from that old cartoon about whether mailmen deliver their own mail?” She watched her brow furrow in confusion–it was an odd example, she knew, but one that would almost definitely be familiar. After a moment of gear-turning, the Floatzel nodded at her. “There’s a similar saying about therapists: each of them needs a therapist of their own to handle the things they hear about in the course of their work.”

“So why not be each other’s therapists?”

“I’m afraid you don’t understand the things I hear in my work, dear. How can I illustrate this for you…” Polaris brought a hand to her chin and pondered for a moment. These concepts were often difficult for earthly beings to grasp, but she’d had many opportunities to try, and she was reasonably sure she could convey them properly. “Imagine… imagine a mural on the side of the building.”

“Okay.”

“The mural takes up the whole wall of this building.” A nod. “Now imagine that this building is a skyscraper.” Another nod, concern evident on her face. “Imagine that you are big enough that you can take in the mural in its entirety. Then, simultaneously, imagine that you have enough eyes to focus on every inch of that mural at once. Try to appreciate the mural’s every detail, in your mind; not one-by-one, but every detail, with full clarity, all at once. As though there were two sharp spots in the center of your field of vision, but, well, far more than two.”

“I…” The Floatzel shrunk. “Alright. I take your point, I think.”

“What kind of mural might this be, Eleanor? What situations call for a guardian angel to poke her head into your life?”

“Yes. Okay.”

“You can imagine, if the mere concept is this disquieting, why I shy away from confiding fully in any one person.”

“I can.” Once again, Polaris met Eleanor’s eyes. The silence was long. Uncomfortable. “I’m… I’m sorry.”

“There is nothing for you to apologize for, dear. I promised you an answer, and now you have it.”

“No, I mean… I’m sorry that you have to deal with that. Don’t you ever have time to, to rest?”

“Eleanor, I’m with about a dozen people besides you at this very moment.” Another painfully long silence.

“How can you put up with it? I know I push myself for my music, but… that’s something that fulfills me. It’s a calling, I get something out of it.”

“One could say that this is something of a calling for me, as well. Regardless, it is as I said–”

“‘A necessary function`.”

“Indeed.”

Silence.

“Though,” the Gardevoir spoke again, “I suppose that does not answer the question of why I carry on this way.” The Floatzel lifted her chin from her knees and cocked her head at Polaris. “Outwardly, I know, I am quite akin to things you refer to as ‘heavenly bodies’, but I am not actually divine, as many of you assume. As I said, I simply appeared before some of your people; that was shortly after I first made a chance discovery of your world. I did not create you, and while I am not responsible for you…

“Someone of my abilities–my constitution, one who does not tire and sleep the way you earthly beings do, has no need for food or drink… I can. Therefore I should. It is difficult, I suppose, not to feel responsible for you.”

…

“There has to be… has to be something that makes that easier for you, Polaris. Isn’t there anything I can do–anything anyone can do? If you don’t want to… can’t, talk about it, maybe I can do something that isn’t talking.”

This gave Polaris pause; even with the Floatzel’s words ringing in her ears, that fair is fair, and help for help was only reasonable, she… she would have felt deeply that she was imposing by asking for much of anything. Even one of her songs would’ve felt like putting her out of her way, especially since the Gardevoir could listen in on one of her performances on any night she wished. Or. Any night she could spare the attention.

Something that required even less work than that, then. Something the Floatzel could offer that required barely any effort at all. Something Polaris could enjoy merely by being in her presence. She sucked in a deep breath, willing herself not to shudder as she did so.

“Dear. Pardon. Eleanor,” she wrung the words from her throat. “Would you be willing to… simply allow me to hold you? The touch would be… comforting.” She couldn’t meet the Floatzel’s eyes as she spoke, this time. Had her mask been on, Polaris was sure she would’ve had a cute, flirtatious remark about the opportunity to cuddle a goddess instead of just pick her brain, but shake–and mercifully considerate–as she was, she made no such jest.

“Of course. Yes, Polaris, I can.” She placed the pillow aside and patted the bed beside her, opening her arms to the Gardevoir, who drifted to her side like a dry leaf on the wind.

Polaris pulled the Floatzel up halfway onto the mound of her skirts, allowing her to get comfortable. Eleanor, smaller by a head or two, nestled her head against the watcher just beneath her crest, wrapping her arms around her waist. The Gardevoir’s gentle hands rested on her companion’s back, arms draped gingerly over her shoulders.

With her charge no longer looking her in the face, her visage relaxed, and the etchings of exhaustion revealed themselves. Tired circles hung under her eyes like the distortions of gravity around a black hole. If she had a mouth, frown lines would have deepened at its corners. But it was a welcome change. Down came Polaris’ mask, and down were her eyes cast, taking in the sight of the girl who had offered her this act of compassion, this moment of privacy and of connection, both of which the guardian had desperately needed.

Tears welled in her blue eyes, and though she strangled a sob, hoping neither to lose her composure in a way Eleanor could see, nor to disturb her, they began to run down her face. Gleaming, shimmering streaks lined both of her cheeks, now, broad strokes of deep, near-black blues shot through with simmering, rusty red. She hoped Eleanor wouldn’t fall the teardrops falling onto her orange coat, hoped that they wouldn’t stain her dress and leave any evidence of the emotion slipping through the cracks, but ultimately could do nothing to stop it. She couldn’t bring herself to break away from the embrace–its warmth could have filled the whole of her starry domain.

Despite herself, she squeezed the Floatzel ever-so-slightly tighter, and did not let go until she was sound asleep in her lap. Polaris held her for some time even after that, still unwilling to leave this. When she finally collected herself, she disappeared in much the same way as she had arrived, vanishing through a gateway that did not exist, ceasing to intersect with Eleanor’s bedroom. She took great care to set Eleanor down gently as she went, silently thanking her the whole way, and silently vowing to make it to her next show. Even if Eleanor did not know she was there, Polaris would attend. For herself.

#original writing #writeblr #trans author #pokemon #pokemon fanfiction #floatzel #gardevoir #my writing #short story #lapras lounge #indie author

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kibonosentoki · 2 years ago

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mariacallous · 2 years ago

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no tattoos / one tattoo / a few here and there / multiple / full sleeves / thigh tattoo / neck tattoo / chest tattoo / no piercings / ear piercings / nose piercing / lip piercing / tongue piercing / eyebrow piercing / navel piercing / cheek piercing / nipple piercing / genital piercing

𝐂𝐎𝐒𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒 .

eyeliner / light eyeliner / heavy eyeliner / cat eyes / mascara / fake eyelashes / matte lipstick / regular lipstick / lipgloss / red lips / pink lips / dark lips / bronzer / highlighter / eyeshadow / neutral eyeshadow / smoky eyes / colorful eyeshadow / blush / lipliner / light countouring / heavy contouring / powder / matte foundation / shiny foundation / concealer / wears regularly / occasionally wears / never wears

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 .

floral / fruity / perfumes / aftershave / cocoa / moisturizer / shampoo / scented laundry detergent / cigarettes / leather / sweat / food / incense / marijuana skooma pipe smoke / cologne / whiskey flin / wine / fried food / blood / fire / metal / ice / sulfur / petrichor

𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒 .

loose clothing / tight clothing / underwear / no underwear / long-sleeve shirt / short-sleeve shirt / doublet / jack / long pants / short pants / skirt / dress / light armor / medium armor / heavy armor / linen / fur / leather / iron / steel / precious metals / glitter / silk / lace / velvet / patterns / florals / bright colors / pastels / black / dark colors / gloves / scarf / mask / cloak / cape

𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐒 .

common shoes / sandals / heeled shoes / bare feet / boots

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cursedxartist · 2 years ago

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MUSE CHARACTERISTICS & AESTHETICS:

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BODY

HEIGHT

3'4" or less | 3'5" - 3'8" | 3'9" - 4'0" | 4'1″ - 4'4" | 4'5" - 4'8" | 4'9" to 5'0" | 5'1" - 5'4" | 5'5" - 5′8″ | 5′9" - 6′0" | 6'1" - 6′4″ | 6′5″ or taller

WEIGHT

SKIN

Pale. Light. Rosy. Peaches & Cream. Medium. Olive. Golden. Dark. Warm undertones. Cool undertones. Olive (Warm & Cool) undertones. Neutral undertones. Tanned. Freckled. Blotchy. Smooth. Acne. Dry. Greasy. Soft.

EYES

Small. Large. Average. Gray. Gray-Blue. Brown. Black. Blue. Green. Blue-Green. Gold. Hazel. Heterochromatic. Red. Doe-eyed. Bloodshot. Almond-shaped. Wide-set. Close-set. Deep set. Portruding. Squinty. Monolid. Epicanthic fold. Heavy eyelids. Downturned. Upturned. Full lashes. Thin lashes. Straight lashes. Curled lashes.

LIPS

Pink. Peach. Red. Brown. Dark. Full. Thin. Full upper/thin lower. Thin upper/full lower. Pouty. Plump. Cupid’s bow. Soft. Rough. Smooth. Chapped. Dry. Moist. Warm. Cold.

NOSE

Duchess. Fleshy. Upturned. Downturned. Roman. Aquiline. Bumpy. Snub. Hawk. Greek. Nubian. East Asian. Nixon. Bulbous. Celestial. Smooth. Sloped. Large nostrils. Average nostrils. Small nostrils. Straight. Raised. Lowered.

HANDS & FINGERS

Small. Petite. Delicate. Slender. Long fingers. Short fingers. Stubby fingers. Chubby fingers. Meaty. Bony. Pale. Frail. Skillful. Rough. Calloused. Strong. Thin. Thick. Smooth. Soft. Warm. Cold. Frigid. Sweaty. Gentle. Scarred.

HAIR

Thin. Thick. Fine. Normal. Greasy. Dry. Soft. Shiny. Curly. Frizzy. Wild. Unruly. Straight. Smooth. Wavy. Floppy. Cropped. Pixie-cut. Shoulder length. Back length. Waist length. Buzz cut. Undercut. Bald. A bit below the jaw. A bit above the jaw. Mullet. Mohawk. White. Platinum blonde. Strawberry blonde. Orange blonde. Golden blonde. Redhead. Dirty blonde. Blondette. Ombre. Light brown. Mouse brown. Chocolate brown. Chestnut brown. Dark brown. Jet black. Ginger (red-orange). Auburn (red-brown). Copper. Other Color (Dyed). Thin eyebrows. Average eyebrows. Thick eyebrows. Groomed eyebrows.

TATTOOS / PIERCINGS

Full sleeve. Thigh tattoo. Neck tattoo. Chest tattoo. One tattoo. A few here and there. Wrist tattoo. Back tattoo. Multiple. No tattoo. Monroe piercing. Nose piercing. Septum. Nipple piercing(s). Genital piercing(s). Industrial piercings. Earlobe piercing. Prince Albert piercing. Eyebrow piercing(s). Tongue piercing(s). Lip piercing(s). Helix piercing. Tragus piercing. Angelbites. Labret. Stretches out ears. Navel piercing. Inverse navel piercing. Cheek piercing(s). Smiley. Nape piercing(s). No piercing.

COSMETICS

Eyeliner. Light eyeliner. Heavy eyeliner. Cat eyes. Mascara. Fake eyelashes. Matte lipstick. Regular lipstick. Lipgloss. Red lips. Pink lips. Dark lips. Bronzer. Highlighter. Body wash. Moisturizer. Aftershave. Eyeshadow. Neutral eyeshadow. Smoky eyes. Colorful eyeshadow. Blush. Lipliner. Light contouring. Heavy contouring. Greasepaint. Powder. Matte foundation. Shiny foundation. Concealer. Perfume. Cologne. Deodorant. Wears make up regularly. Wears it from time to time. Uses only light makeup. Never wears make-up.

SCENT

Floral. Fruit. Earthy. Spicy. Perfumes. Aftershave. Shampoo/Conditioner. Cocoa. Candy. Moisturizer. Cigarettes. Leather. Sweat. Food. Incense. Marijuana. Alcohol. Cologne. Whiskey. Wine. Fried food. Blood. Fresh Linen. Musk.

CLOTHES

Jeans. Tight pants. Leather pants. Dress pants. Over-the-knee socks. Tights. Leggings. Yoga pants. Pencil skirt. Tight skirt. Loose skirt. Tight/formfitting dress. Cardigans. Blouse. Button up shirt. Band-T-shirt. Sports t-shirt. Dress shirts. Sweatpants. Tank top. Fur. Faux fur. Leather. Designer. High street. Online stores. Thrift. Lingerie. Long skirt. Miniskirt. Maxi dress. Sun dress. Tie. Tuxedo. Cocktail dress. High slit dress/skirt. T-shirt. Loose clothing. Tight clothing. Jean shorts. Sweater. Sweater vest. Khaki pants. Suit. Hoodie. Harlem pants. Basketball shorts. Boxers. Briefs. Thong. Hotpants. Hipster panties. Commando. Bra. Sports bra. No bra. Crop top. Corset. Ballerina skirt. Leotard. Polka dot. Stripes. Glitter. Silk. Lace. Satin. Velvet. Chemise. Patterns. Florals. Neon colors. Pastels. Black. Dark colors. Neutral colors.

SHOES

Sneakers. Slip-ons. Flats. Slippers. Sandals. High heels. Kitten heels. Ankle boots. Combat boots. Knee-high. Platforms. Stripper heels. Dress shoes. Bare feet. Loafers. Oxfords. Gladiator shoes.

JEWELLERY & ACCESSORIES

Earrings. Necklaces. Chokers. Collars. Lockets. Watches. Rings. Purity rings. Promise ring. Engagement ring. Wedding ring. Bracelets. Hair ties. Cufflinks. Ties. Bowties. Bolo ties. Brooches. Pins. Bandannas. Hairpins. Crowns. Tiaras. Garters. Anklets. Ribbons. Belts. Umbrellas. Parasols. Bookbags. Briefcases. Satchels. Glasses. Contacts. Spectacles. Monocles. Bandages.

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regrowyourhair1 · 14 days ago

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When it comes to weddings, every bride dreams of looking flawless and elegant on her special day. While trends come and go, certain makeup styles remain timeless, offering brides a look that will never feel outdated when they flip through their wedding album years down the line. Here are some classic wedding makeup styles that have stood the test of time.

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One of the most beloved and enduring wedding makeup styles is the natural look. This makeup emphasizes radiant skin, soft eyes, and a touch of blush to create an effortlessly beautiful appearance. Key elements include:

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Dewy foundation: Choose a lightweight foundation or tinted moisturizer for a fresh, luminous finish.

Neutral tones: Soft browns, beiges, and peaches work perfectly for the eyes and cheeks.

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Defined brows: Well-groomed, natural brows frame the face without overpowering the look.

Soft lips: A nude or pink lipstick completes the look, adding just a hint of color.

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This style is perfect for brides who want to feel like the best version of themselves.

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2. Old Hollywood Glamour

For brides who want a touch of drama and sophistication, the Old Hollywood makeup look never goes out of style. This glamorous option features bold elements that exude confidence and charm:

Red lips: A classic red lipstick is the centerpiece of this look, adding instant glamour.

Winged eyeliner: Precise, black winged eyeliner defines the eyes and creates a retro vibe.

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Softly sculpted cheeks: Subtle contouring and a touch of blush add definition.

This style is ideal for evening weddings or brides who love vintage-inspired elegance.

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Blush tones: Rose-colored blush and eyeshadow bring a harmonious warmth to the face.

Soft, fluttery lashes: Natural or wispy false lashes enhance the eyes without looking heavy.

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Glossy lips: A rosy lip gloss or balm adds a touch of shine and freshness.

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Subtle shimmer: A hint of highlighter on the cheekbones and inner corners of the eyes creates a soft glow.

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The smokey eye is a timeless choice for brides who want to emphasize their eyes. While the traditional smokey eye uses black and gray tones, modern adaptations often include softer shades like taupe or plum for a more wedding-appropriate look. Essentials include:

Blended eyeshadow: Smooth transitions between dark and light shades create depth and drama.

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Neutral lips: A nude or pale pink lipstick balances the boldness of the eyes.

Soft contouring: Subtle shading adds dimension to the face without overpowering the eyes.

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This look works well for evening or formal weddings.

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Minimalism is timeless, and the no-makeup makeup look embodies this concept beautifully. This style focuses on enhancing natural features with barely-there products. Essentials include:

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Skin prep: Flawless skin starts with proper hydration and a light primer.

Light coverage: A BB cream or sheer foundation evens out the skin tone without masking it.

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Natural brows: A brow gel can shape and hold without adding too much color.

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This look is perfect for brides who value simplicity and elegance.

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Do a trial run: Schedule a makeup trial to ensure your chosen look suits your features and style.

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Focus on you: While inspiration is great, your wedding makeup should reflect your personality and make you feel comfortable.

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Whether you prefer natural elegance or bold glamour, these timeless wedding makeup styles will ensure you look stunning on your special day and every time you revisit those cherished memories.

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