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quillpokebiology · 5 months ago

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You mentioned a couple of times Bisharp and Gallade pair well, do you have any facts or pic on this crossbreed? :0

Yup! Here is one with a Bisharp father!

Pokemon Crossbreeds: Knight

Knight is the name for members of the Gardevoir line whose father's were members of the Bisharp line. The breed was named after their more armored and knight-like appearance. They've been bred by humans for a long time, as both Bisharp and Gardevoir have been by humans for centuries.

Ralts

Knight Ralts gain larger and sharper horns, a split-colored head that has a slightly metallic texture, and a mark on their chest that resembles a chest-plate. Due to the larger and sharper horn, these ralts are able to pick up on emotions easier, which can be overwhelming for them. These ralts are more defensive and aggressive than standard ralts.

Kirlia

Knight Kirlia no longer have flaps of skin resembling a skirt, instead, having fat wrap around their legs which look like pants. They have broader shoulders, sharper horns, and a darker stomach resembling a chestplate. It still follows the defensiveness and aggression of Bisharp, and they are often seen leading packs of Knight Ralts.

Gardevoir

My personal favorite of this line. Knight Gardevoir gain a sharp horn on their head, a green top, green gloves, and a bit longer hair. Knight Gardevoir have been loved for centuries for their mastery over battle and their more serious and knowing disposition. They lead groups of Knight Ralts and Kirlia. Some ancient kings in Galar had a Knight Gardevoir. Mega Knight Gardevoir gain long hair and longer ears, resembling Kingambit more than regular Knight Gardevoir.

Gallade

Knight Gallade gain the crest of Bisharp, border shoulders, extra blades on their arms, and larger hips. Not much changes behaviour wise, as Gallade are already aggressive and noble pokemon, but many battlers love this breed for their extra blades and extra defense. Mega Knight Gallade gain longer ears and a black cape, resembling the hair of Kingambit.

//My designs can be used by anyone if you credit me! Talking about designs under the cut

I had the idea for this crossbreed but I put it in the back of my mind bcuz there was always something new ig.

Ralts was pretty easy to design. It's hair already looks like a helmet, so I just made it look more like Pawniard's helmet. Was gonna leave the helmet primary colored, but then I went hack and gave it two color to match Pawniard's more.

Kirlia was more difficult bcuz it and Bisharp don't have much in common, so I instead just made it more serious looking and gave it the traits I could; like feet, hands, shoulders, and a chestplate.

I traced an old Gardevoir crossbreed I made bcuz I prefer the one I made over the canon one (for tracing at least. Also, its called Chantelaines Gardevoir!). But my main goal was to make it look a bit like those Warrior queens you see. For both Gardevoir and Gallade, I primarily used Bisharp as inspo because it felt right, but I did put Kingambit in there top (the sword mustache becoming long ears, the triangle shaped shoulders, and the markings on the shoulders).

I gave Mega Gardevoir longer hair to match Kingambit's. I also traced an older piece, which was traced from canon, but I just used it for the small edits I made when I made it.

Gallade was nice, and lowkey inspired by Roman Gladiators. Random fact, but did you know gladiators rarely ever killed? It was like wrestling back then, so it would be expensive to have them die, and extreme violence in Gladiator fights was frowned on. There were some cases where murder in gladiator fights were encouraged, but not as many as you'd think. Anyways! I was so happy to fix Gallade's hip wheel bcuz while Gallade may be one of my fav pokemon and I think the hip wheel is a furled up dress, I can still find it weird.

Not much changes with mega gallade, and I kept the OG color scheme. Though, the cap was hard to color since I kept swapping from blue to green to black. Eventually I decided on black to match with Kingambit's hair since it already didn't have a lot of Kingambit traits.

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rafeandonlyrafe · 1 year ago

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a collection of soft moments with rafe

words: 2.4k

warnings: none?, rafe being kinda desperate... okay maybe really desperate in the last one

taglist: @drewstarkeysbae @thelomlisrafecameron @f4ll-for-you @dilvcv

“i was tryin' to fly but i couldn't find wings.” you sing along to the song, swaying slightly as you finish cleaning off the table, ears perking up when you hear the door open and close, signaling that rafe just got home, but you continued your clean, “but you came along and you changed everything.”

you feel rafe’s hands on your hips suddenly, making you jump, not realizing over the music that he had entered the room.

“you lift my feet off the ground.” taylor’s voice continues to sing from the speakers as rafe turns you in his hold. your hands instinctively go to his shoulders, smiling up at him as rafe starts to sway along to the music. “you spin me around.”

at the lyric, rafe begins to slowly spin you around the room, looking down at you with the most genuine look of love in his eyes that you’ve ever seen.

“i love you.” you mouth to rafe, not wanting to interrupt the song with your words as he pulls you closer to him, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"feels like i'm fallin' and i'm lost in your eyes. you make me crazier, crazier, crazier."

“don’t we have to leave like right now rafe?” you ask, rushing to his closet when he asked you to pick out his outfit for him. one of his favorite things to do is pick out what you’re going to wear, especially for a night out with him, and he likes to reserve the favor for you too.

“we can be late.” rafe says, still in just a pair of gray sweatpants, while you’re completely ready in a simple deep blue dress, chosen of course by your boyfriend.

you sift through his shirts, having one in mind, a blue patterned button down that would match your dress. you finally find it and pull it out, handing it to rafe to put on while you find a pair of pants that would fit the color scheme.

you watch as rafe dresses, looking to you for approval. you frown. there’s nothing particularly wrong with the outfit, but it’s just not pulling together for you.

“hold on.” you hum, knowing you should be moving faster so you can get to your event, but you honestly are enjoying playing dress up using rafe.

“try this.” you toss him a new shirt, but again it doesn’t spark anything in you.

“put on your black shoes, i’ve got another in mind.” you turn back to his drawer, hoping that the light blue shirt you’re thinking of is complementary to your own dress.

you find it on the bottom of the drawer, and hold it up happily to rafe. “look! it’s perfect!” you know before he even tries it on that it’ll go perfectly with what you’re wearing.

rafe pulls the shirt over his shoulders, but you stop his hands from doing the buttons as you take over for him, tongue sticking out of your mouth slightly in concentration as your fingers work on the tiny button.

you leave the top two undone, the event not being too formal, and liking the peak of skin. “perfect.” you say, looking at the two of you standing next to each other in the mirror.

“thank you baby.” rafe says, looping his arm around your waist. “i love spending time with you.”

you feel your cheeks flare red as you blush at his words. “all i did was get you dressed.” you try to deflect his words.

“i know and i loved it.” rafe presses a kiss to the side of your head.

“hm.” rafe says, “can you change your shoes?” you look down at your sandals, taking them off and putting a pair of converse instead. “you know, if you just told me where we were going i would be able to pick out a better pair of shoes.” “good try, baby.” rafe smiles, taking your hand as you head out the door, to whatever surprise that rafe has planned.

you get into the car, trying to tell where rafe is taking you by the drive, but it’s out into the country, so you ignore trying to figure out where you’re going and instead just enjoy rafes hand on your thigh and the music playing through the stereo.

“rafe!” you gasp as you see the explosion of colors on the road ahead. “you did not!” “i did.” rafe says cockily, obviously expecting your excited reaction.

“i cannot believe you actually brought me flower picking.” you lean over as rafe parks, pressing kisses to his cheek. “you’re the best boyfriend ever.” “i know.” rafe laughs, putting the car into park and turning his head to let you kiss him, lips pushing together in a display thats a bit overly passionate for the parking lot, but you’re just so happy that your usually closed off to the world boyfriend becomes a total sweetheart just for you.

“don’t you dare open your car door.” rafe says, pulling away from the kiss. you just smile as he rounds the car, opening your door and helping you out.

you take a deep breath of the flower scented air, eyes looking over all the different rows of brightly colored flowers.

“come on, we gotta get our jar and scissors.” rafe takes your hand in his, leading you towards the booth. there’s only a few other people picking flowers today, so there’s no line when you approach and rafe quickly pays.

“alright, baby, i already know you’re thinking about what you want.” rafe laughs, knowing he’s not really there for choosing the style of the bouquet you make, rather to be the one to cut the stems for you and hold everything.

“mmm, i’m really feeling like an orangey-red-yellow color palette.” you say, heading towards the flowers with rafe following close behind.

“rafe! come here!” you call out to him, and you hear his rapid footsteps as he runs into the bathroom.

“are you okay?” he asks, eyes searching for any sort of potential danger you might be in.

“i’m fine, rafey!” you say, waving your hands as if that’s going to dissuade his worry and take it all away.

rafe comes to where you’re standing in front of the mirror, pressing you into the sink as he pushes his chest into your back. “you scared me.” “sorry, baby.” you hum, picking up a packet from off the sink. “want to do a facemask with me?” “is this what you called me in here for?” rafe questions, looking at the plastic package in your hand.

“mhm. i’m doing one too, it’ll be fun.” rafe sighs, burying his head in your shoulder, pressing a kiss to your bare skin, glad that you’re only wearing a tanktop so he has more access. he considers saying no, but he just can’t deny you what you want.

“fine, but no pictures and don’t tell anyone about this. ever.”

you squeal in happiness, ripping open the package and directing rafe to bend down that way you can place the sheet mask on his face, choosing a brightening one for him while you’re going to go for hydrating.

you giggle seeing your boyfriend, who plenty people consider scary, in the skincare. he glances in the mirror with a frown.

“you look super cute.” you say. “now let me put my mask on then we can sit on the bed and watch tv until it’s time to take them off.”

“what is all this for?” rafe questions, not expecting to come home to the counters filled with baked goods.

“oh perfect timing!” you say, heading over to rafe and giving him a quick kiss on the lips in greeting.

you place your hands on his shoulders, steering him towards the island. “sit down, i need you to taste test everything for me.” “i would be more than happy to do that baby but um-” he pauses, eyes once again moving over the multitude of cupcakes decorated in different ways, along with cookies and some pastries he doesn’t know the name of.

“oh, right!” you giggle, placing a cupcake in front of him. “i decided to enter a baking competition.” “really?” rafe asks, peeling the wrapper off a cupcake and taking a bite, his eyebrows shooting up. “well, you’re definitely going to win, this is delicious.” “really? be honest rafe, don’t just say that because i’m your girlfriend.” rafe shakes his head, taking another bite. “no seriously babe.” you let out a little squeal in happiness, clapping your hands together as rafe chews more. “okay, but stop eating that, you’re going to get full and i have a lot more i need you to try.”

you take the plate holding the cupcake away from rafe, sliding a different pastry in front of him. rafe eats it, again complimenting you as you cycle through the different things you’ve made while he was away.

“here, this is a pumpkin puff pastry.” you give him the next dessert.

rafe happily takes a bite, but his face suddenly twists. he covers it up quickly, but not before you’re able to tell.

“you don’t like it?” you ask, and rafes heart breaks at your big eyes looking at him, so upset.

“no, it’s really good, i just-” rafe grabs the glass of water you got him, taking a sip to wash down the treat.

“i just am not a fan of pumpkin.” rafes words don’t seem to make you feel any better, so he turns on his stool and pulls you into him, placing your body in between his legs.

“princess, i’ve loved everything you made, you’re absolutely going to win this baking competition, gorgeous.” “you really think so?” you ask, reaching your hands up to play with the collar of rafes shirt.

“of course.” he leans forward, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “now whats next for me to try?” rafe asks, even though his stomach hurts from how much he’s eaten.

rafe presses another kiss to your cheek, making you look up from the book your reading. “what is it baby?” “nothing.” rafe shakes his head, but takes the now closed book out of your hands and sets it on the coffee tables. you can’t hold back a giggle as he takes your hands and brings it up to his face.

“do you want some attention?” you ask, rubbing your thumbs over his cheeks.

“mmm.” rafe just hums, closing his eyes as he finally gets what he wants. you scooch over on the couch so you’re sitting closer to him, your thighs pressing together.

you move a hand up to play with rafes hair, making him drop his head against the couch, cheek pressing into the cushion. you lean forward and kiss the tip of his nose, admiring his blissed out face now that you’ve finally got your hands on him.

“gimme a kiss.” rafe says, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you onto his lap.

you melt into his body, enjoying the soft knitted sweater he’s wearing and the way it feels against you.

you press your lips against rafes, letting him take the lead in the slow and easy kiss, taking pleasure in the way his lips glide over yours.

you pull away after a minute, resting your head against rafes forehead. it’s a rare moment of complete peace, where rafe is calm and relaxed. you hate to break it, but you eventually stand up, giving him another kiss on the lips.

“where are you going?” rafe asks, reaching out and tugging on your hand.

“i’m going to go take a shower.” you say, feeling gross with your oily hair, plus, you really need to shave, the prickly hairs are starting to bother you.

“okay, i’ll join you.” rafe stands up to follow you, but you place your hands on his chest with a shake of the head.

“usually, i’d love for you to join me, but i’ve got… girly stuff to do.” you decide that it’s a good enough explanation, but of course it doesn’t dissuade rafe.

“okay and?” he deadpans, making you roll your eyes.

“just not this time, rafe.” you start to walk away, up the stairs to your bedroom, but rafe is right on your tail.

you decide to ignore him, heading into the bathroom and beginning your shower prep, deciding to do a hair mask while you shave, getting out your razor and creme from the counter underneath the sink.

“i’ll turn the water on for us.” rafe makes a point of using the pronoun.

“baby.” you groan, placing your products on the shower bench. “i don’t want you to just stand there and watch me shave! i love you but i need a minute alone, okay?” “fine.” rafe leaves the room quickly, swinging the door shut behind him. you sigh and rub your eyes, but turn the water on to heat up.

time passes quickly as you go through your extended shower routine, your phone playing music from it’s place on the sink counter. you finish up, feeling completely refreshed and clean. you pull the robe rafe got you around your body and head out of the bathroom.

“rafe?” you gasp, seeing him sitting on the floor next to your bed, his knees pulled up to his chest, head slumped forward.

“baby!” he picks his head up suddenly, but you can still read his emotions how upset he is.

“hey, hey, what’s wrong?” you kneel down in front of him, leaning forward to kiss his forehead. his eyes are ever so slightly red and you wonder if he’s been rubbing at them or if he’s been crying.

“i-” rafe takes a deep breath, “i hate being away from you.” “oh, honey.” you heart breaks, and you lean forward to wrap your arms around rafes shoulders, who drops his knees so you can get closer. “if i would have known it was that big of a deal, i would have let you shower with me, i just didn’t think you actually wanted to see me like shave and stuff.”

“next time you’ll let me in?” rafe asks in a soft voice that breaks your heart.

“of course.” you take his face in your hands, angling it to press a kiss to his lips. “i love you.”

the spark in rafes eye is finally back. “i love you too.”

#writing ghostface rafe so this was a refreshing break from that lol #needed to get out of him being a LITERAL SERIAL KILLER and write some cute bf rafey lol #rafe fluff #rafe cameron fluff #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron fanfic #rafe cameron fic #rafe cameron fanfiction #rafe cameron x reader #rafe x reader #rafe fanfic #rafe fic #rafe cameron one shot #rafe cameron blurb #rafe fanfiction #rafe one shot #rafe imagine #rafe cameron x you

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isephierreo · 1 year ago

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Sothis' design symbols and colors are frequently represented in nabataeans design, game's UI and many more. In this post, we will address all of this.

Stars

These magical points of light would have always reminded people of other worlds and heavenly powers. According to spiritualists and astrologers, the stars transmit certain messages and energies that affect our own world. Stars are often seen as magical and mysterious, reflecting the mysteries of the universe. Also, the star would hold the meaning to something higher, beautiful, enlightening, mighty, and divine. All of these things unmistakably represent everything Sothis is in a game. The stars also symbolize guidance on the right path (either literally or figuratively), a role played by Sothis, Byleth, and Rhea in game.

Heart

The heart often symbolizes love and passion, but it also symbolizes spirit, the essence of life and strength, and this is in line with the concept of the crest of flames as the source of Sothis' power. Furthermore, the crest of flames is in the stylized shape of a heart, and in the Sothis' design it appears literally inside a heart in her necklace.

The similarity of the design of Sothis to the Nabataeans

In order to understand the method of my explanation of the similarity of the nabateans design with Sothis' tiara, I divided the crown parts and named each part as follows: P1, P2, P3, P4, P5, P6, P7, P8, and P9.

Surely many have noticed that Rhea's adornment is very similar to that of Sothis, while the patterns on her cape are similar to those of Sothis' dress and the crest of flames.

She has P1 and P2 in her outfit as Seiros.

Like Rhea, Seteth has in both his diadem and belt frame and tassels similar parts to that of Sothis’ tiara, but in a more stylized form as pictured below.

While Flayn's barrette may not look like the parts of Sothis' tiara at first glance, they are in fact stylized P1, P2/P3, and P5.

The distinctive pattern that Seteth and Flayn share looks like a stylized of Sothis' knot, and even the pattern on Seteth's back is similar to a P3.

Even the pendant owned by Sitri is the same as the P8.

Colors

Sothis generally wears blue (specifically dark blue), which is the color of the star Sirius. However, it is very important to note that the Sothis' ribbons are distinguished by the color white, which in Buddhist culture and most world cultures symbolizes learning, purity, longevity and knowledge, and pink symbolizes the traditional Buddha. So we see Sothis in crests mural wearing only white and pink. (I avoided golden and black because I felt that they are just colors used in general in design)

Besides, all the Nabateans wear the same Sothis’ color scheme, white, blue, golden and black.

The only color they lack is pink, which only Byleth and Seiros wear in her hair band.

The Byleth's dagger also has the same Sothis' color scheme, representing the relationship they have. But I guess I'll talk more about Byleth's design in another post.

The rainbow fish bestowing the Goddess Messenger has the same Sothis' color scheme.

I know that I ignored black and golden, and I know that some may think that the uniform colors of the Officers Academy represent the names of the three houses, but it also specifically represents the Sothis' color scheme, and evidence of this is the white shirts, and the dark blue which is the same color as Sothis' dress.

Its house leader insignia is similar to P1 and P4.

The pattern in uniform has P1 motifs, as does the infinity motif in Sothis' necklace.

The uniform brooch is stylized for P1, P3 and P4, but in rhombus pattern style.

Speaking of the rhombus pattern, some must have noticed it given its presence a lot in the game, and in any product for it. Sometimes 4 rhombuses major are combined to form a four-pointed star, and sometimes 4 rhombus minors are also combined with the major ones to form an eight-pointed star. The eight-pointed star is the one that represents Sothis and the Nabateans in general, which symbolizes god, protection, and victory. Over the years, it has also taken on different meanings due to a variety of cultures and customs adopting it. In many cultures the eight-pointed star is also a symbol of harmony, spirit, and matter. You could even think of this star shape as two superimposed squares that form the basis for the universe. Sometimes a square is confused with a rhombus, especially since a rhombus can also form an eight-pointed star with a square.

This pattern is present in many parts of the game, including white magic units, church npc, and the pattern found in Rhea and Gilbert outfits.

The pattern found in Cathedral.

And in many UI game.

There are also many UI that contain a Sothis' design, as shown in the image below.

#fire emblem #fire emblem three houses #fe3h #fe three houses #fe16

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huntressao3 · 1 month ago

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Finally introducing Nolly’s owner, Lady Bianca!

Age: 38

Gender: female

Lady Bianca is one of Lady Margaret's daughters, a Glukkon virgin queen with a razor-sharp focus on claiming her mother’s throne. At 38 years old, she is among the youngest of her siblings and carries herself with an air of superiority. Slender and poised, Bianca prides herself on her elegance, always dressed in high-end gowns tailored to emphasize her lean frame with the her favorite fur trimmed gown being made from the fur of rare albino fuzzles.

Bianca's haughty and pretentious demeanor defines her interactions. She is quick to belittle those she deems inferior, including her own sisters, whom she sees as either unworthy or too brutish to lead. She believes herself to be the embodiment of sophistication and the rightful heir to the Magog Cartel throne. However, her high standards and condescending attitude leave her with few genuine allies. Her sharp tongue and disdain for those she perceives as less cultured isolate her from her family and peers alike, with one notable exception: her pet Mudokon, Nolly, who Bianca purchased eight years ago when she was ten in mudokon years.

Bianca was drawn to Nolly due to her calm demeanor and odd coloration, teal and lilac with golden feathers and lovely blue eyes, which Bianca claims “complements her aesthetic”. Now eighteen, Nolly serves as a loyal companion to her mistress with Bianca treating her with a bizarre mix of affection and condescension. Nolly seems to be the only things that softens Bianca’s sharp edges, with her still confiding in the mudokon in secret, knowing she won’t betray her.

Bianca wholeheartedly believes that she is the most fit to take their mother’s place with her using her wit and appearances to undercut her sisters with her sometimes even enlisting the help of Nolly in her schemes. Whether or not her refinement or strategy will get her the throne or leave her as an out-of-touch relic remains to be seen.

Finally managed to get something out after taking a long break since tomorrow is my birthday and I wanted to get something nice out for all of you before then! Let me know what you think of Nolly and her mistress

And here is a higher quality image of the two of them together

#oddworld #my art #ocs #mudokon #oddworld mudokon #glukkon #oddworld glukkon #bianca #nolly #art #watercolor #oc art

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elderwisp · 5 months ago

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Outfit Breakdown:

Here's a look into everyone's outfits and makeup! I might break down these scenes in the future as some of them will be incredibly relevant to certain arcs.

✩ Starting with Dan, I wanted to go with a really laidback attire. Dan is seen in a pair of vans, a cropped tank top and loosely styled hair. However! Since she is hosting, she threw on a tie and some slacks to look presentable. Meanwhile with the the makeup, I opted for a 60s style eyeshadow and eyeliner combo, I felt like it brought a lot of attention to the eyes, something I'm sure Ares could appreciate. As for Kai, I kept the green color scheme as I resonate that color with him. His cross is seen loosely around the neck with a nice button up opened just enough to show his chest. As for his makeup, there was some flecks of blue and green sparkles as well as two lines of blue and green intertwined. That was more of a symbolism of him and Atlas being two threads connected. After his evening with Alex, the colors blend to a teal until finally he rubs it all off before his conversation with Taryn.

✩ Gum and Syx's hair colors feel complimentary to one another as one is pastel pink while the other is a pastel blue. Gum really speaks through her clothing as she feels most confident in alternative attire. Meanwhile, Syx dresses in much more pastel clothing, she really likes to show off her fit figure. Gabriel (looks v pretty here btw) came in a comfortable streetwear attire. He likes to save a lot of the flashier outfits for gigs and bar hoping but is typically seen in casual yet stylish clothing. Ares on the other hand came in a very sleek outfit as well as some chromatic eyeshadow to match. Too bad those pockets didn't hold a lighter in there.

✩ BOOF! I opted for warmer colors for Icarus, picking a comfy leather jacket and some broken in jeans. I wanted it to feel down to earth and inviting. Meanwhile for Frances, there were a lot of textures in their clothing as well as sparkles reminiscent of tears on their eyes. Their whole scene in this arc did not go as planned, originally there was supposed to be a misunderstanding and while at the time it worked (their kiss at the arcade wasn't cannon at that point) the more I read it, I was like this doesn't suit them in the state that they're in. I love the way things played out, the more it sat with me, the more bittersweet things felt and I just knew I made the right choice. Icarus throughout the scene tried to help ground Frances in the present whereas Frances felt incredibly overwhelmed by the distress of it all. So I really wanted to reflect that through their clothing.

✩ Ah, hello Rowan. There's a lot of symbolism to Rowan's attire. I'll probably touch base on it more in the future but some key items! He has not kept up with bleaching his hair that stark white he's normally seen with. His charcoal eyeshadow with the two lines intensified his eyes while his clothes had a bit of a mesmerizing patter to it. He understands how to use his appearance to pull people in. Meanwhile, Atlas's was what I like to call fashionably disheveled, his eyes covered in messily applied eyeshadow and glitter. His shirt had pins as if it was barely holding together the seams, sorta reminiscent of his mental state. Seeing Rowan definitely added to that. We probably won't see Atlas for a while as I'm sure he has plenty to think about. Putting the two together, they're incredibly similar with the pallets and patterns chosen. If Taryn and Atlas are two separate, parallel lines, Rowan and Atlas are two people sitting on the opposite side of the same line.

#imma make that picture of frances and icarus as my wallpaper on my coolant pump it is so stinkin CUTE #tessellate: extras

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thesupernaturalhouse · 9 months ago

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Ooooookay! Hazbin Hotle redesigns....but not really? Honestly, it's just me drawing them in my style, but they could be considered redesigns, I guess, specifically Charlie

Uhhhh I guess we start form left to right sooo, Emily!

Right, so, Emily is obviously a fallen angle. Thiguht this isn't her fallen look, since we already kneo what she looks liek with wings and a halo I didn't think about making a 2nd version of her without the demon disguise- but maybe I should

Either way, I kinda kept her original dress, with the symbols and what not, I feel liek blue and purple really suit her so, indigo

I tried to add red to her, but it just didn't look good. It gave me an eye strain.though her till and horns have a sort of dark magenta color going on

I wanted to add more 'freckles' cause, thier cute, and I have a bunch of freckles ove rmy arms and legs and face and stuff so, added them to em, I put a few on her ears and tail and horns to

Gave her gold buttons and fishnets on her arms, i forget what their called cause they are cute, and I like Athnek(?) Posts about Emily and uh, goth Emily, I think, is pretty cool and so boom, fishnet glive things- I gitta look up what there called

Lso ehr shoes look liek dolphins, which I didn't mean to do but it happened and I've accepted it

Next is Charlie!!

Um. Obviously, Charlie is the most changed from her canon design, I relaly like her hooves and others redesigns of her looking more liek a goat

Originally, I was just gonna add gaot ears and stuff, but the more I thought about it, the more I liked the idea of her having fur soooo tadaaaaa~

I gave her a little red stripe between her eyes and fade on her legs and ears to match Razzle and dazzle, and since lucifer was a high angle a seraphm/archangels hoenstly I dotn see a difference. I gave her some white freckles as well to sorta, show that connection

Also, toe beans! If she has claws, she can have beans, I think that Emily would have a normal human hand while vaggie would have little soft spikes on her like moths do, tho that's not shown

I also drew charlies wings cause it's cnaon she has them, and I wanted to play around with the demon/angle wing/s she could have, my irl friend K helped me decide which one to choose

I also drew her leg so you can see the fade in full. Side note that her belly has the same cherry red fur

I also added some chest fluff because why not?

As for her horns, I kept them the same color but added rings like Lilith has to show a connection between them. She also has her mom's eyes and heart tail point. I wanted her to have some demon stuff out just cause, she is a demon, she should......also realizing just how long I made her tail-

Uhhh, oh, right, side note, which I'll have to make a separate post about, Lucifer/eve/lilith are all dating each other, and Chalrie is all 3s kid. Eve is where she got the goat aspect from, inckuding horn shape, her scaly tail, snake fangs, red cheeks and color scheme over all are from dad, and Lilith is where she got her eyes and horn rings and heart point from, and beans to I guess

Maybe I should make a gene sheet one day; I gave her Jean shorts, like how I usually wear just cause I didn't want to add too much red or black

Okay, vaggie time!

Vaggie is the least changed. The most I really change about her is how her wings look. Her hand snow has soft spikes like moths do, and her hair

I do think when she fell, she got more demon aspects, but since her wings were torn off, she doesn't have to many physically other than fangs and the spikes

I also made her hair shorter because please, nobody has their hair that long!! or if they do, then I've never seen them!

I know it's a show, but it was driving me crazy! I'm not that skilled at draw front view bodies yet, so if vaggie looks off I'm sorry:(

Play that should be it!-

Oh wait, hold on, right. The reason they have gold rings/objects on them is because in term software demon courting their all technically married, okay bye-

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel au #hazbins fallen au #hazbin hotel vaggie #hazbin hotel emily #hazbin hotel charlie #chaggie #chaggiem #chaggily #charlies angels #pleas ask me abotu that last part #im MORE than happy to explain #i finshed this a while ago actually but kept changing it and adding things to make it better #Al in my style/redesign should be next. only cause K asked me to dra whim and wince i did i might as well digitize it first #hazbin hotel redesign #kinda #really its jsut in ym style + headcanons/au #supernatural art

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burningcheese-merchant · 1 month ago

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TEHY'RE SO CUTEEEEE!!! I JUST FINISHED DRAWING THEM IN MY STYLE!!! SHOULD I POST IT??!

You drew fanart of my blorbos? 😭😭😭 You shouldn't have 😭😭😭 Yes please, I'd love to see how they look in your style, I bet they look great!!! Better than mine, probably lol!

If you haven't colored them in yet, may I offer some help with that? I gave them specific color schemes (and used a color generator to help visualize them lol. That's kind of stupid, I know, but it helped me a lot personally)

Here's Pepper Jack's:

There are supposed to be little bits of red and orange in his hair as a reference to how pepper jack cheese actually looks. He's brown like Golden Cheese is, but lighter. He's got red eyes like Burning Spice does, too (no slit pupils though, just normal eyes)

I labeled these all as "wings" because I have, like... a sort of gradient in mind, you know? They're mostly blue with a bit of grey/silver mixed in, that gradually lightens to white. (Again, this is for an honest reason. I know it's weird, but I didn't make them blue just because, I swear.) Also, that blue on the far right - you know how Golden has those little triangles on the tips of her wings? I thought of Jack having those, too. Little bright blue triangles that stand out against the white. Idk if that would actually look good, but that's an idea I had... He might look better without them tbh lol. (Also, the skirt is blue, too. Blue with white trim and a black belt. And the bracelet, anklet and sandals are gold)

Here's Matar Paneer's:

I wanted her to be orange because matar paneer (the actual dish) is orange. The eyes are a nod to her mom and to the "cheese" part of the food she takes after ("paneer" is the name of the cheese used in it, it's a type of goat cheese that's a lighter yellow). She pretty much stole Burning Spice's hair, color and texture and everything lol. I'm still debating how to color the dress tbh... idk whether to do a red blouse and a yellow skirt or vice versa. (Also, spoiler, Paneer gets tattoos when she's older lol. Some of them are just like Spice's, some are entirely original (won't spoil those just yet))

Didn't want too much green anywhere, just the trim honestly. Like the hem of her skirt or... certain stitches or something. "Matar" refers to green peas, so I figured she ought to have at least some amount of green in her look. (Plus she has little green earrings that look like green peas!) Again, still not sure about the dress. Her primary color is red (both because of Spice and for another reason), so I want red to be the most prominent thing. Been leaning towards yellow blouse w/ red sleeves + red skirt, but idk. You're welcome to experiment lol. Nvm that one color there, idk what to do with it anymore. Maybe it would be better for the tattoos? Maybe it would contrast against her skin better? The fuck kind of name is "chocolate cosmos" lmao

Also, I wanted there to be some sort of design or pattern on her skirt. Pattu pavadai often has that (look it up, they're all very cute. Indian women's fashion is so cool honestly). I was thinking, like... little cheesebirds or lotus flowers or something. Or hieroglyphs. One of those. (Also, she has gold bracelets on both wrists. I didn't draw them because I didn't think they'd be seen properly with the way she's holding the katar)

Sorry for rambling, I did warn you all that I would talk about these little guys forever lol. I'm extremely flattered that you wanted to draw them, I can't wait to see what you did with them ❤️

#I swear to God I'll explain why Jack is blue lol #It has to do with the Egyptian god he takes after #I want to make separate posts explaining the mythological references bc there actually are a lot #I COOKED you guys I swear #cookie run kingdom #burningcheese #goldenspice #cookie run fankid #cookie run oc #pepper jack cookie #matar paneer cookie

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minamorsart · 1 year ago

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🌌✨The Empyreal Within character designs of Lotor, Allura, and Ven'tar! I might do Honerva and Zarkon next, we'll see! This is part of an upcoming project that I am super excited about and will reveal in time!!! 💜

Explanations of the outfits below! I thought about them a LOT hehe.

18 year old Lotor: these designs I am the most pleased with! Lotor's official design in the show is very different from the rest of the Galra, which I believe is significant to him venturing further away from the precedents established by his father and cementing his own individuality. However, as an adolescent it makes sense that he would still wear Galra attire, hence the bulky armor (to make him look bigger since he is smaller than the average Galra) and red and gold colors which appear to only be worn by the royal family. I like to think that the insignia on his chest is a symbol for royalty, but is also exclusive to Lotor's identity, as no one else wears that particular insignia in the show. And despite wearing clothes specifically chosen to represent the Galra Empire, I can also picture him wanting to incorporate his own personal tastes, so there are accents of purplish-blue (as blue is part of Lotor's color scheme) and the addition of his waist cape, both of which represent his growing desire for change and independence.

Mid-20's Lotor: this is during the many years of his banishment. I imagine him hopping from planet to planet, concealing his identity as much as possible while adopting a more humble lifestyle and pursuing his passion for exploring. It is during this isolated pilgrimage that he does a lot of introspection, self-actualization, and gains self-confidence both as a man and as the Galra prince. But before that happens, the lack of identity really shows in his clothes -- lots of neutral colors (with a hint of desaturated blue), absence of any insignias or designs that would connect him to any culture, whether Galra or Altean. These clothes in particular were inspired by Jedi ponchos and Sasuke from Naruto: The Last, and perhaps are worn while Lotor is on a desert planet for a short time! And just like with his armor as seen in the show, he has started to wear gloves to cover himself up almost completely, indicating his avoidance of vulnerability and getting close to others.

Ven'tar: for her fortunately I didn't have to change much about her character design! She is Lotor's age when they meet and the only other change I made to her was to take away her big cape so that she appears younger. Since her planet and species name is not revealed in the show, I want to come up with one myself. Caelifera is the scientific name for grasshopper, so I'm thinking I could do something with that!

11 year old Lotor: this design is also taken directly from the show, so I didn't have to do much there :P The cloak he wears in the little doodle is inspired by the one adult Lotor wears in S6E4. In this case, however, it is several sizes too big for young Lotor and drags on the ground.

Allura: sadly we don't know much about Allura's life on Altea, however in S1E9 we get to see tiny snippets of different stages throughout her life and her good relationship with her father, so I used those as references! I gave her braids, short puffy sleeves, and a slightly shorter skirt to give her that innocent little princess look, and then used the colors from her dress in the show to create a cuter and more childlike aesthetic!

If you read all of that you're the best 😆🙏 I'm definitely by no means an expert in character design and have lots more to learn, but I had a lot of fun coming up with the original designs! Especially Lotor's, but no surprise there hehe. I studied many different Galra armor and clothing featured in the show worn by Lotor, Zarkon, Honerva, and Galra commanders. More than anything I just really wanted to see Lotor wearing something different for a change 😂 and then everything else took off from there!

#the empyreal within #dawn of empyreal #minamorsart #lotura #lotor #allura #ven'tar #voltron #voltron legendary defender #vld #voltron art #vld art #my art #fan art #digital art #non star wars art

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mychlapci · 6 months ago

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The high council is probably perfectly happy to help turn Sentinel Prime into the Magnus’ pretty little wife, but only because they plan to use the technology developed for Evil. A way to turn mechs into happy, horny little baby factories without anyone noticing… a very successful propaganda campaign to convince mechs to have sparklings is about to come out, I’m sure. Just as soon as they confirm with the Magnus that the subliminal messaging works! For now, though, he’s “explaining” to Sentinel why he needs to wear the skirt.

Sentinel, of course, is not having it. Fussing and fighting (never quite shouting, no, never at his Magnus!) over how girly and pretty it is. When Ultra says “please, Doll, just try it,” Sentinel nearly gives in… but no! No, future Magnuses can’t be seen in swishy blur skirts that complement their lovely color scheme and barely cover their aft. Ultra’s frown makes his tanks twist, his datapad’s screen flickering to tell him how awful it feels to be a bad girl for his Magnus. Not that Sentinel notices. At the end of the day, both the Magnus and the pad have worn him down. He’ll just wear it one time so that Ultra can see how stupid it looks on him, and never again! Except…

“Oh, Sentinel, Doll, you look gorgeous!” As always, the trigger phrase turns him into a happy puddle of a mech, node pulsing behind his panel. Magnus can’t help but smirk a little, even as he beckons his secretary around the big desk to “get a better look.” Sentinel ends up perched on one thigh, blue skirt swishing against his panel as he tries to climb up by himself. His faceplates are hot with energon as he sits in Ultra’s lap, legs dangling above the floor as the old mech showers him with praise. That large, hot hand never QUITE going so far as to cup Sentinel’s aft or crotch, but certainly stroking at the fabric. He can’t stop thinking about his skirt this way, too lost in feeling the fabric against his increasingly warm modesty panel.

“Here, Doll,” Magnus says indulgently, “watch this and you can go sort your inbox like a good girl.” Sentinel opens his mouth to complain that he’s not a girl, but his datapad is already in front of him. Distracting enough to suck the words out of his mouth. It’s some kind of show? Looks like something some high society bot would watch, or maybe Sentinel’s old crechemaster. The mech on screen is going on about how important being clean and well dressed is to securing one’s image. Ah, Ultra must really want him to understand why he has to wear his pretty, frilly skirts… Well, Sentinel’s not… he isn’t… With the volume so low, Sentinel has to focus hard on what she’s saying to really hear it. Slipping into a trance as the hypnotic features of the vid go to work on Sentinel’s pliable mind. When Sentinel’s faceplate go slack, Ultra shifts from tugging and petting the fabric of the skirt to stroking the panel beneath it. Whispering in Sentinel’s deaf audials as he gets his “fashion tips” from what will soon be one of his favorite shows.

(I am shamelessly stealing the wifey hypno-shows from the Sunstreaker ask, bc I think they’re hot and bc I think the TFA’s autobot high council would absolutely be manipulative and evil enough to make and use them on the populace)

“What a pretty Doll you are,” Ultra rumbles as Sentinel starts to slowly, mindlessly grind against his hand and thigh, “that’s it, you love your new skirt. It feels so good to be my pretty little doll. You know I can’t keep my hands off of you when you wear your skirts.” And things like that, over and over, in Sentinel’s audial. The council told him it was important to make sure Sentinel overloads after these more intense sessions, to help everything sink in, so when that modesty panel finally slides open Ultra Magnus goes right to teasing that pretty orange node. He’s stroking and flicking it, teasing the wet valve lips as Sentinel grinds against his thigh. He holds his little secretary up through a powerful overload, still whispering about how Sentinel knows Ultra can’t stop staring at his skirts all the while.

Sentinel will come back to himself at his own little desk, datapad still in hands, and get right to work sorting his Magnus’ mail and keeping his schedule. He’ll be forced to admit to himself that the show has a point, fashion really does have a place in cultivating one’s image. And as a mech working so closely with the Magnus, as one who plans to be the next one himself, it’s very important that he looks pretty and professional. Of course, when he “realizes” that Ultra can’t stop staring Sentinel’s tanks will be doing flips. He’ll be rushing to get more skirts to look pretty for his Magnus, taking delight in planning his little outfits. Maybe Ultra has more episodes of that show? All Sentinel knows is that he wants more praise and more pats and pinches on his aft! It feels so good being Ultra’s pretty little Doll…

He inadvertently starts a fashion trend by wearing them in public and can’t stop preening about how influential he is already. By next week, Sentinel is painting the tips of his digits sparkling, optic-catching colors so Ultra Magnus will notice when he sucks on his little stylus suggestively. He can FEEL how hot the Magnus’ panels get these days when he sits on Ultra’s lap, swinging his dangling legs oh so innocently. Sentinel… Sentinel wants that, NEEDS it even! He’s so wet behind the panels at being such a good girl that he’s craving an overload. When he accidentally leaves a sticky patch of lubricant on his Magnus’ thigh, it’s only polite to clean it up. With his tongue. While staring up at Ultra. He can’t help the moan that sneaks free when the Magnus’ spike pressurizes right into his face.

His datapads were right—Sentinel really, really needed Ultra’s fat spike plundering his valve. He’s never overloaded so hard in his life! And his skirt bounced so prettily against his aft while he rode that his Ultra couldn’t help but fill his valve with hot, thick transfluids. One of the Magnus’ huge styluses had helped keep it all behind Sentinel’s panels until he could get home and wash it out. And if he’s licked and sucked the stylus clean, fingering his valve on the washrack floor that was his business. The spike he’d always used to prefer stays forgotten. His Magnus likes his Doll’s sweet pussy.

Ultra Magnus is nothing but a gentlemech about the incident! He remembers being so young and helpless to his instincts, after all. If Sentinel ever needs a break to burn off some charge, he need only ask. Sentinel’s hypnotic datapad is quick to teach him just what to say.

“Please, Ultra,” he whines desperately, “your pretty Doll needs you!” Sometime Ultra will have him lift his little skirt and curtsey, showing off a dripping panel or blinking node. But he always gets to cum on Ultra’s fat fingers a few times before that huge spike fills him up. Moaning like a whore as the tip stretches his valve, doing his best to take as much of Ultra’s spike as he can… Sentinel’s datapads are going to teach him to keep his valve stretched for his Magnus sometime very soon.

Ultra Magnus, meanwhile, could not be more pleased with the results. From mouthy, arrogant Prime to needy, slutty secretary in a scant few weeks. He’ll have his perfect little wife in no time, at this rate. And for now he’ll get to enjoy watching Sentinel’s slow slide into being his pretty Doll. Maybe he’ll have a false spike attached to the mech’s chair—a few hypnotic suggestions will have the mech thinking it perfectly reasonable. Sentinel mustn’t be so selfish! He needs to take his Magnus’ WHOLE spike instead of just squirting around the tip. Good girls need to share the pleasure. Good wives need wet, desperate cunts for their husbands. Sentinel will surely be much easier to deal with when he’s feeling empty and craving his Magnus’ cock. Perhaps a new show will help him learn that giving pleasure gives Sentinel pleasure.

Sentinel would be fussy at times, but since the hypnosis keeps him constantly thinking about satisfying Ultra Magnus, he cannot keep it up for too long. His libido will win, he’ll be nothing but a silly little doll with a wet hole that constanly needs to be filled by his darling Magnus. He’s right on his way to becoming a precious little baby-maker, obediently wearing those cute skirts he protested against, riding Ultra Magnus’s spike whenever he asks for it, and begging to suck on it when he gets horny.

Servicing him just makes Sentinel feel sooooo good <3

#valveplug #dubcon #wifefication #texty #hypnosis

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winxwannabe · 1 year ago

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Thoughts on/Rating the S9 images that will probably be wrong in 3 months LETS GO -

Tecna is the best. Hands down, 10/10. I don’t care if they threw it together at the last minute to avoid backlash, give whoever designed her a goddamn raise. The bob with purple streaks, the vinyl skirt, it’s so perfect I can’t handle it. Me to Reboot Tecna:

Please let that be real. Please let the metal arm stay, Straffi.

My girl Musa is an official SHORT QUEEN, a popular headcannon that’s been going for years. I’m thrilled someone finally listened. Her iconic pigtails are also back, which is a bonus is my book (do they kinda look like Marinette’s from Miraculous? Yes, because Rainbow’s gotta steal one thing per season for Winx). The outfit isn’t my favorite, but better than others I’ve seen her in. A very respectable 8.5/10.

Rainbow’s art department raised enough money for brown paint, which is great news for Aisha! No more whitewashing! Her braids are stellar, her look is sporty, just very cute in general. The color scheme is very different from her original look, but I like it. Give Aisha bright colors. Let her be happy. And now tallest girl? 9/10

Flora’s look is the most similar to the OG series. Really the only difference is that weird ass green jacket - thing looks like it came off a one-day Project Runway challenge. It seems waaaay too structured compared to the rest of the outfit. That’s legit my only note. If it ain’t broke don’t fix it, I guess. 7.5/10

Bloom’s look says 2 things; “I’m Bella Thorne from Shake It Up!,” and Certified Horse Girl™️. I do not vibe with either. Bloom is not either. Why is she in pink again? Why is her belt so big - Bloom is so impatient and always in a rush, do you think she has time to put a belt on every day? I get the skirt is paying homage to the S3 one, but the rest is…a choice. This would be lower if Bloom wasn’t my favorite character. But she is, and it’s not the worst look. 6/10.

No, no, the worst look here is your favorite Solarian princess and mine, Stella. I get Rainbow was trying for a new look, but it doesn’t land for me. I don’t like the sunglasses, I don’t like that her dress is pink because that’s never really been Stella’s primary color - it’s more Flora and Tecna’s (and now Bloom’s I guess because UGH). She’s also wearing sleeves, which Stella rarely wore in the series because she is the fairy of the sun and I always thought that was a cool wardrobe detail. The only times she’s worn long sleeves (as a primary outfit in the season) were in S6 with her Alfea uniform, and Season 8, which barely counts. Just…make it orange. Or yellow, or even blue. It would fix so much. 5/10 for doing this ray of sunshine so dirty.

Also, if we can afford new civilian and transformation outfits for the girls, we can do the same for Ogron and the Black Circle. C’mon guys. Also! Why does Ogron have a dark dragon? What the fuck does that mean? Please do not pull a S8 Valtor on the Wizards. They don’t deserve it. And probably get Duman in there before the fans come after you.

#winx club #winx #winx reboot #winx 9 #tired: rainbow didn’t put tecna on the poster because she’s the least popular #wired: rainbow didn’t put Tecna on the poster because she would have been TOO POWERFUL #also do you think if I email rainbow and ask them to sell me direct streaming to my tv at home they’ll say yes?

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eolewyn1010 · 11 days ago

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Downton Abbey Fashion 63 - festive occasions in 1924

The only notable festive occasion this season is Rose’s wedding, although that is split into the courthouse wedding and the blessing plus reception. There are several outfit repeats in play there, so only a few characters really get two new outfits to speak of. Heck, Violet doesn’t get any new at all. But speaking of weddings – let’s flashback to Mary’s fashion show for a hot second!

Because, with several of the show’s outfits landing in Mary’s possession, including her outfit for Rose’s wedding, I was almost surprised that the wedding dress they presented didn’t get its big moment later on. Perhaps it was too boring? Because this is very traditionally, typically 1920s. Shapeless, without any showy elements to the cut, relying on drop waist and front embroidery, the veil worn in a way that closely framed the face, covering most of the forehead. The headpiece is a little quirkier though; wish they’d done more with this design element.

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Isobel picked a white outfit just so I can bitch, I guess. Okay, the shirt is cream rather than white, and it’s got some flowers on top, but the jacket is just white crepe. Boring, but Isobel does put a nice hat on it, with the ribbon having some golden trim and even a white peacock feather in it.

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Over to Susan. Well, her reception outfit is a tad better than the suit she wore for the wedding ceremony, in that it isn’t ludicrously big on her, but that’s pretty much where its upsides end. What is that color? Dirty gold? Bleached green? It’s got a little golden lace trim and a nice enough hat, but I’m both on a character level and on a fashion level quite happy to have seen the last of her.

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I don’t remember what Cora wore for the wedding ceremony – was it the blue coat with the diagonal draping? If so, her reception dress is kinda meh by comparison. It’s this little beige number which has a little gathering done to it. So far, so nice. I’m not opposed to the black-and-white flower motif either. It’s just that, when I look at this, I think this neckline could’ve done better, this hat could’ve done better, this half-circle cutout above the drop waist isn’t super flattering. How about a more colorful necklace?

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Lady Sinderby shows up to her son’s wedding in a dress that couldn’t be plainer regarding cut and completely black under layer. And then the upper layer is just. Lace. Lace cuffs? Absolutely. Lace neckline frame? Make it a whole triangle thing. Lace hem? Not enough; we need more lace. Looping around one side and then making its way up the front on the other, it does end up a little asymmetrical for fashion purposes, but these lace designs are very traditional. They have never even touched 1920s art movements. Top it off with a beige straw hat and a handful of black tulle, and off we go.

For the reception, Lady Sinderby is back in her comfort zone – flower-printed chiffon. I won’t complain; the golden-pink color scheme pairs well with the black, and then the pale pink flowers on her hat pick up the theme. This doesn’t catch my interest as the previous lace design did, but it is a well-composed ensemble.

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Mary in a bowtie! This is not an exercise; I repeat: Mary in a bowtie! She doesn’t care for color in her look for the wedding, but the tomboy vibes are back. What a difference a wing collar and a bowtie make – the second picture where she wears the same suit to a typical low-cut women’s shirt doesn’t play at this look at all. Love the big folded lapels, even though the overall impression is a bit grey. I still wish she’d have the back of her hairdo evened out.

She strolls up in slightly more girly silver-champagne silk satin for the reception. I can respect that, even though that blue embroidered square looks a tad disconnected as an element of interest because the other points of blue trim are notably zigzag. I’m wondering if this stuff comes, if not in a set with a hat, then with a hatband, because that seems to be the exact same material, and the shade of the flower is a match, too.

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A simple silver dress for Edith’s reception outfit because they don’t zoom in on her during the wedding ceremony, but I have half a mind that she’s wearing Mithril mesh. I hope this is not as scratchy as it looks, but then it’s just the outer layer. The weave of the mesh has a subtle check pattern to it, and Edith has gotten a matching hatband to make the in and of itself simple hat match this outfit. The little feathers, the pleated bow and the jewel ornament are giving it quite a glow-up. And then she wears earrings matching her necklace; this is a very pretty composition. I seem to like fully white / off-white outfits a great deal better on Edith than on Cora.

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The star of the day strolls up to the wedding ceremony in a pale blue ensemble that I read somewhere was designed entirely around this lace collar, an original with painted flowers on it. They had this to begin with, and then they added more lace to the cuffs of the jacket and the neckline and drop waist of the dress. Also, the dress and jacket themselves have some pretty sweet design elements – why is this huge box pleat in the back? Why are the skirt gores? I don’t know, but I love to look at this. And then the lace hat tops it all off and gives Rose a little bit of a halo which is funny imagery when she’s decidedly not having a church wedding because she’s marrying a Jewish man.

And now for her blessing / reception gown. Possibly the most gorgeous wedding dress on the entire show, definitely the most gorgeous so far, Lily James was stuffed into a 100-year-old original in pristine condition. Admittedly, the fact that it’s from 1918 and not from 1924 shows somewhat in this being designed as a nod to regency fashions. So far into the 1920s, there’s no way you would have gotten around a drop waist. But who wants to complain about this being dated when it serves to make her look so elegant? Rose is surrounded by soft cream chiffon and all these flowers of pale golden sequins, and I’m honestly so in love with how she styled her hair to match this. The roses, the whole flowy silhouette; this is peak.

#Downton Abbey #Downton Abbey's costume fund #historical fashion

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realclemhours · 6 months ago

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Disclaimer‼️ I am not a professional designer in anyway. These are just my opinions and if you like the original designs that is a-okay and more power to you!

So I found out about the Hundred Line Defense Academy from a repost tweet and checked it out only to find that most of the designs are alright… well except for two. Two of the designs we’ve seen so far were either so bad or so awkward that I felt the urge to redesign them complete with design comments.

Closeups + extra comments + earlier outfits I was struggling with under the cut ✨

Darumi’s original design is the one I actually outright hate. There’s just too much going on (the blue hair that awkwardly goes from black to blue at the top, the bows, the weird face tattoos, the striped sweater with bright red patches randomly thrown on, and the random pins??)

Plus the colors are just an eye sore (bright light blue, bright pink for the eyes, dark blue for the sweater, and strong red for chocked and patches????)

She also gives me vibes of being made in a test tube to be the fan favorite

Not only that but we have only seen two lines of dialogue from her we’ve seen (as of making this post) are just like- groan worthy

I went with the black with bright colors to try and make the whole “bright” colors thing work without making it as much of an eyesore

Anyways I feel like I strayed too far from the original in my redesign. I could’ve stuck to the blue color scheme a bit more instead of making her mostly black and pink. Oh well, it is what it is. I at least improved the colors a bit and still made the design fit her personality which is what matters

Kako’s original design is better to me than Darumi’s. It’s more awkward that outright bad

Again, the colors are a bit weird, but unlike Darumi’s original colors, the original colors could work. Light lilac, crimson red, navy, and white could work. The problem is the placing. By making Kako’s hair light lilac and uniform crimson red, that makes her mostly liliac and red which classes a lot. Your eyes are immediately drawn to the red uniform because it stands out so much instead of her face

However, unlike Darumi, another complaint I have is that Kako just looks like two Danganronpa characters smashed together (which is a fair complaint in my opinion because Kodaka made Kako AND Danganronpa and it’s in the same art style). She has a light lilac hair and purple eyes, which makes her look like Kyoko Kirigiri and a VERY similar outfit to Maki Harukawa (there’s a few differences like how Maki has a white bow with tiny red dots, a striped collar, and infinity pin and how Kako’s uniform is a dress and Maki’s is a shirt and skirt). Like at the very least they could have changed the uniform colors and eye colors

It took me until finishing Kako’s ref up to realize this, but the mini buns and extra strands of hair could work because they are kinda similar to Sailor Moon, and I dig her design. Though Kako’s hair is still off to me despite that for a reason I can’t pin down

Anyways I ended up making my redesign closer to her original design because her original design wasn’t as bad as Darumi’s and because I felt like I needed to balance things out since I made Darumi too far from the original I think

Alright that’s all I got commentary wise. Here’s some work in progress stuff for outfits that I ended up not going with

Hope this was a fun read through, for those interested

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thebluestbluewords · 1 year ago

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mother knows best

They meet the heroes of their parent’s stories.

It’s not as bad as Evie has been anticipating.

Here’s the thing about being friends with the king: it provides a lot more than just friendship. Diplomatic immunity isn’t quite the word Evie would use to describe their new status, but there’s a sort of leeway that they get with adults now that Ben has shown that he’s willing to vouch for them, and none of the powerful, important, interesting families who need something from the young king would risk being too blatantly rude to his friends.

So. They meet the heroes from their parent’s stories, and it goes fine.

Evie smiles politely at Snow, who is technically her sister. In another world, they might have grown up together. Might have been friends, or at least acquaintances, trapped together in the same castles, avoiding the same woman together.

Or not.

��I read your latest piece in the historical fashion journal,” Evie says politely, over the dinner that has been arranged by her sister, so that they can meet one another in a common space with the least potential for problems to arise. It’s a nice restaurant, the sort that has tiny candles in fancy glass dishes on the table, and a separate menu just for wines. It’s nice enough that Evie is glad she wore her navy blue kitten heels, even though her feet are going to be aching where they’re tight on her heels later. “It was very well-written. I especially enjoyed the section on beadwork in the western kingdoms.”

Snow offers a faint smile. “Thank you. I appreciate it.”

Evie sits perfectly still. She’s been trained by her mother on how to be polite and unobtrusive during a formal dinner, and how to be sweet and desirable for a prince during a dinner date, but meeting her sister for their first real chance at getting to know each other isn’t quite either of those things, and she’s not sure how to proceed properly, aside from attempting more polite flattery and small talk.

It’s not polite to fidget with her utensils, no matter how much Evie would like something to do with her hands. Maybe she can sip her water, once it arrives. She’ll sip carefully, without messing up her lipstick.

“Your hair looks lovely,” Snow says, unexpectedly. “Blue suits you.”

Evie does not jump.

“Thank you,” she says instead, and keeps her hands out of her hair, which is indeed lovely. “It’s my natural color.”

Snow nods. “I remember. Grimhilde’s is the same way.”

Evie hasn’t seen her mother’s natural hair since she was a child. They’ve been careful to keep her pretty and perfect, just in case an unexpected chance with a royal family ever came up, even though she’s been doubly in exile for most of her teenage years. They put countless hours (approximately 20,344 hours, Evie’s brain supplies unhelpfully) into keeping her looking beautiful. More than that, if she counts the time spent brewing potions and sewing pretty dresses and educating herself in speech and literature and music and scheming, all so she could play the part of an Auradon Princess and eventually secure them a future off the isle they’d been cursed to live on.

So much time spent on Evie meant that there was less time left for Grimhilde, and instead of maintaining two heads of thick, wavy blue hair on a desolate island with limited hair products, her mother tied all of hers back under a thick, fashionable hood, and never let her daughter catch a glimpse of it aside from the very end of her braid when she pulled it out to trim.

Based on the glimpses, Evie would have sworn that her mother had darker hair than Evie herself does, closer to black than blue. It’s fascinating and nauseating all at the same time to think that maybe Evie looks like her, under the makeup and the spells and the enchantments designed to work without true magic, to keep her ageless and unwrinkled and beautiful despite the passage of time over the island.

Evie loves her mother.

Except for when she hates her, but that’s the nature of family, or so she’s been told.

She doesn’t—

It’s hard to know what family is supposed to be like when her only examples to follow are her mother, and the women in front of her.

“Thank you,” Evie says, and does not let her voice waver. “I’ve been told—well, I haven’t exactly been told that I look like her, but that’s because there’s not exactly a lot of people on the island who know what she used to look like.”

Snow White smiles, and her lips are as red as cherries, and her teeth are as white as snow, and her hair, when she brushes a loose strand back, is as dark and velvety as the night sky. “I don’t know either. She wasn’t very sentimental, I’m afraid. I spent most of my own childhood steering clear of her schemes to marry me off to the most advantageous bachelor. It didn’t leave me much time for staring at photographs of a stepmother that I begged my father not to marry. I assume you did much the same?”

Evie’s mother loves her.

“Not exactly.” Evie says, around lips that feel strange and numb. “She loved me.”

Evie’s mother loved her, and so she spent hours upon countless hours shaping her daughter into someone who could be loved in return. Someone who could be a mirror and reflect that love back on a man who could save them.

Evie also, critically, didn’t have anywhere to go outside of the castle that they shared. So there’s that. She couldn’t have steered clear, even if she’d wanted to.

“I’m surprised to hear that,” Snow says softly. “She was always such a strong personality. I didn’t think she’d be able to love a child the way she loved herself, but I suppose it’s different when it’s your own child.”

“I suppose so.” Evie agrees, because that’s one of the lessons her mother ingrained in her bones. Be polite, be proper, and don’t disagree with the adults, even if they’re wrong.

“Not that it’s your fault, of course. It’s not your fault that she loved you,” Snow says. It’s never Evie’s fault, because Evie is wicked and unlovable and only a villain like her mother could ever manage to care for her.

“It’s just, I’m surprised,” Evie’s stepsister continues. She’s watching Evie’s face and it’s too much, except for how there’s no other choice. There’s nothing to do but endure the endless beautiful stare of her stepsister’s shiny, beautiful eyes. “I didn’t think she was capable of love, not after what she did to me. I’m glad that she was able to care for you, after everything.”

Evie’s mouth is dry.

She’s been trained in speech since she was a child, the delusions of a mother convinced that her daughter would one day need to address a crowd of adoring subjects. She’s on the debate team now, and even when her arguments are weak, she can deliver them with such elegant phrasing that she sometimes wins anyway.

She has seen more blood than this woman in front of her will ever see, and she has survived her mother for sixteen years, and come out the other side alive.

She will not cower.

“Mother loved me.” Evie says, slowly. Slow and steady. Flawless Auradon diction, which she can emulate perfectly thanks to years of lessons under her mother’s less-than-gentle hand, instead of the muddier Isle accent that she hides. “I’m very sorry that she hurt you, but I am not her, and I’m not her to discuss her tonight. If she is all that you’re interested in talking about, it would be a better use of both of our time to attend dinner elsewhere. Separately.”

“Evie, no,” Snow begins, reaching out over the table. Her nails, Evie notices, are perfectly polished into natural almond shapes, and she’s wearing a slightly glossy peach polish. “No. I’m sorry. I want you to stay, really.”

Evie does not want to touch this woman’s hands.

“I should probably go home.” Evie demurs. “I have a lot of homework, and I really can’t afford to make a mistake on my next paper.”

“You could come home with me!” Snow offers, letting her hands sink back to the table. “I have a lovely library, and my husband, he’s a wonderful writer. He could help you with your assignment, and maybe somewhere more casual—“

Evie gives in to the urge to fix her hair, and brushes one of her trailing curls out of her face. “I don’t know what you want, but if it’s to hear about my mom, I can’t do that.”

“I want to meet you.” her stepsister lies. “The real you, not just the person you put on for the cameras. Please do stay. Come home with me.”

“I can’t,” Evie says, and it might be the most honest she’s been all night. “I really can’t.”

Snow White is lovely to a fault, and her dark eyes are shiny when she looks up at her stepsister. “You can.”

She can’t.

There’s too many memories that she’s not willing to touch here, in a nice restaurant with a sister she’s met one time. She’s got a paper to start working on when she gets home, and her schedule (written in blue ink on the first section of her daily planner, which is thick and smells only the faintest bit like mildew) only accounted for this dinner meeting taking two hours, and it’s at least thirty minutes back to Charmingdale, there and back again is more like an hour, and that’s if they spend no time eating, and while Evie could certainly afford to skip one meal, it’s not polite to say that in front of company who’s been so generous this far, and Snow didn’t just offer dinner, she offered help, which will only put her more behind schedule when she’ll have to redo the work later.

“I’m so sorry,” Evie says calmly, placing her hands back on her lap, away from her face and her hair and everything she’s inching to check. A princess doesn’t adjust her hair in polite company, and she might be a disgraced daughter of a queen-in-exile here in Auradon, but back home Evie was a princess, and she’s going to act as such. “I really do have a lot of homework tonight. It’s a very kind offer to bring me back to your castle, but if we’re not going to eat here I need to get back to school.”

#my fic #descendants #descendants fic #evie grimhilde

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Meet the Streamer || JJK x OC

The official continuation of 'Meet the Mod.'

Pairing: Jungkook & Jennette

WC: 3.1k > (longest fic I've written so far)

Jennette was rudely awakened by the sound of bottles hitting the ground. She cracked one eye open, still trying not to lose her gateway to drowsiness. Instead, she recognized the back of her little sister's head, Asia. She was sifting through her makeup box. From what Jennette could see, she already had two of her Fenty Beauty lip glosses in her hand.

"Asiaaaa." Jennette groaned at her meddling sister. Asia too often 'borrowed' makeup from Jennette without trying to return such items promptly. Jennette didn't mind sharing products with her sister, but she hated when Asia just took things without asking.

"Uh- good morning, sleepy head." Asia put the tubes back in their designated container. Her hands were behind her back.

Jennette trudged over, giving daggers to her sister. She bent down and picked up the other makeup items that hit the ground. Thankfully, they were just lip glosses and lip liners, not expensive items.

"Don't you have school or something? Why are you in here bothering me?"

"Today is a teacher workday, so I don't have school." Asia cheesed, showing her pink braces. The two sisters were completely different when it came to their aesthetics. Jennette loved her minimalist wardrobe. Tops with funk color schemes and her endless supply of mom and flared jeans. And the occasional boot heel or wedged sandals.

While Asia ensured getting dressed was a production in itself. Her outfits were always coordinated with themes of pink or white. If Asia were blonde and blue-eyed, she would resemble the pop culture icon Barbie. There wasn't a time in which Asia didn't wear something pink. 'If it wasn't pink, then it wasn't right.' Her words. The sixteen-year-old had also taken a liking to cosmetics but makeup specifically. Asia could do a full face ranging from soft glam, kawaii, to even the 'siren' look growing popular on social media.

Asia was talented, and Jennette always encouraged her to take her hobby seriously. Chasing your passion could open the door to opportunities never seen before. She knew this first hand. Watching her favorite streamer, Jungkook, go from fifty viewers to thousands in four years. If chasing your passion allowed Jungkook to become the second highest-paid steamer (behind Kai Cenat) then she was confident that Asia could do something similar.

"Oh, I'm taking flicks with Mimi at the mall today. So I have to look cute."

"Is that my crop top?" Jennette squinted her eyes, ignoring what her sister had previously stated. The fabric on her body caught her attention.

"Oh, this old thing? I'm sure you weren't looking for it."

"Asia, I literally just bought that. The tag is still on it." Jennette held onto the tag from the online store where she purchased the magenta long-sleeved crop top. Jennette was trying to add. More color to her closet since she wore business trousers five days a week. Working in a government office didn't allow for a lot of color to be in her wardrobe.

"Well, it's pink and matches my outfit for the day."

Before Jennette could continue fussing with Asia, her phone rang. She rolled her eyes at Asia before shooing her out of her room. She answered the phone without looking at the caller ID.

"Long time no see Mang."

"Jungkook?" Jennette's eyes almost burst, hearing his voice come through the call.

"Uh yeah, you expecting someone else to call you?"

"N-no."

"Good. But I wanted to call you to talk about yesterday. What happened in the chat wasn't cool. The behavior was uncalled for, and I apologize on their behalf. "

"Jungkook, you don't have to apologize. A lot of those comments didn't faze me."

Jungkook paused on the other side of the line. He was sitting in the same position as he was on stream. Knees up to his chest with his arms engulfing his knees. He was relieved Jennette wasn't sulking about the comments. Most of them picking fun at her skin imperfections. The same skin imperfections that Jungkook had. The bright light he streams in front of drastically hides the remnants of picking his white heads in high school. Acne scars were just a part of growing up, which is why he didn't even think twice when he saw the similar imperfections on Jennette.

"Well, I still want to make it up to you somehow. My treat."

"Okay." The response came out before Jennette even processed what Jungkook had asked her. She just agreed to see Jungkook in person. The Jeon Jungkook, the hot streamer she had been watching since she was a sophomore in college.

Straying away from the original purpose of the call, Jennette and Jungkook made small talk. Making herself more comfortable on the bed, Jennette laid on her stomach. Her feet swung in the air, laughing at the corny story Jungkook was telling her.

"Wait- wait. So your friends physically fought over dumplings?" Jennette tried to catch her breath from her hysterical laughing. She imagined two high school students throwing down their bookbags and tussling each other over the small package of dumplings that Jungkook described.

"Yess! Neither of them were really fighting; it was more like grabbing each other and cussing."

Jungkook enjoyed listening to Jennette laugh. It slightly contrasted her usual tone of voice, which was direct and full of sarcasm. It was light and goofy. Jungkook also joined in the laughter upon hearing Jennette snort in laughter.

"Oh my gosh." Jennette covered her mouth with her hands. Her face was hot with embarrassment.

"Ignore that, please."

"No way. I wish I had recorded that, you sounded so cute just now."

Jennette face-planted into her comfort, wanting to hang up the phone.

"Did you call me cute?" Her head popped up.

"Actually, I called your laugh cute, dumbass." Jungkook teased.

"Ha ha ha smartass."

Jungkook remembered a similar dialogue from the night before. The feeling of deja vu, pausing his movements for a second. All that was missing was the eyes of thousands of viewers, and the impending face reveal. Seeing an outlet to tease Jennette some more, Jungkook proposed a question.

"Can I see you?" Jennette's heart rate increased yet again.

"Your face, obviously. That's the only thing missing from our little deja vu just now."

"What about the steam. You're missing that too."

"Yeah, but now it's just us, so you should be less nervous."

Jennette wanted to laugh at Jungkook's incorrect statement. She wasn't nervous about showing her face to the stream. Many of those people she followed or interacted with outside of the stream. The real reason why she was so nervous about showing her face was Jungkook. In the past year, Jungkook had started maturing into a different person.

He was more than a guy who made her laugh with his gaming fails or funny story times. He was the guy who would talk to her in the eerie hours of the morning, laughing about nothing in particular. In those late hours, she was getting to know the real him. The version of him that she and few others had access to seeing. She felt special knowing that she could crush on Jungkook, the person, and not the famous streamer. But this self-realization didn't come out as smooth and simplistic as hoped.

A viewer kept typing during one of his streams, hoping to get Jungkook's attention. She was spending points to get the AI robot to repeat her lustful comments. Drooling over his recent lip piercing. Maybe if it was a viewer that she was familiar with, she would have ignored the thirsty comments. But Jungkook, feeding into the audacity of the commenter with his relentless flirting, hit Jennette in a low spot. Icky feelings of jealousy were bubbling in her gut. With no hesitation, Jennette clicked on the username, banning them and deleting her comments. In her defense, it was a temporary ban, and they were allowed to chat after 24 hours. But reflecting on that moment, she knew she had to address the elephant in the room. Her feelings for the streamer were more than platonic.

Too afraid to confess, she suffocated those feelings under the guise of being grossed out by his flirty ways. When deep down, she wished the direction of such flirtation was towards her.

"Mangy Pangy?" Jungkook called out.

"Yeah? Sorry, just tuned out for a second."

"I asked if you would let me see your face again?"

"Nah, I'm good. Once is enough."

"Guess I'll just have to wait till I see you in person." Jungkook faked his disappointment. He stepped in his closet looking for what he was going to wear.

"I guess so."

"Try not to think about me too much." Jennette cooed over the phone.

"Real funny Mang."

"See ya!" Jennette hung up the phone, flipping onto her back. She kicked her legs in the air before squealing to herself. She was meeting up with Jungkook, of course she was over the moon.

Not long after she hung up she got a text message from Jungkook, containing the address of the place they were going to meet up.

"Let's get dressed." She spoke to herself, opening her door to see Asia stumble back.

"Were you eavesdropping?"

"Umm, no. I dropped my lash and was trying to find it." Asia got on her knees before patting the carpet, attempting to cover her tracks.

"You have both lashes on your face." Jennette folded her arms over her chest. "But that doesn't matter. Can you do my makeup? I'm meeting someone and want to make a good first impression."

"Oo la la." Asia wiggled her eyebrows.

"Cut it out." A smile peeks between her lips. "I'm gonna shower and be back."

With a tap of her designated shower playlist, Jennette smothered herself in lavender-scented body washes. Lavender was her go-to scent in the fall time. Wrapping her towel around her body she stood in the mirror, thinking about what to do with her hair. Not want to do too much, because she would get getting her knotless box braids next week. Tapping her lip she thought about doing an updo buff or unraveling her twists for a twist-out look.

Deciding to go with the twist out, she decided to finish getting dressed. It was a latte brown maxi dress, a fall staple in Jennette's closet. On top of the dress was a knitted- holey shaw that was a cream color. Her shoes were fuzzy slip-on Uggs. Turning in the mirror, Jennette admired her outfit. Loving how seamlessly the outfits came together.

" 'Bout time." Asia said as Jennette sat on her bed. Her makeup brushes were laid out as she looked at her big sister's face. She turned her head from side to side, thinking about what style to do for her big sister.

"I think we are gonna do a 'natural' beat." Asia started working her magic on Jennette's face.

---- all irrelevant details laterrrr----

Jennette sent her 'here' text to Jungkook, stepping out of her car. It was a little bit cooler than she had anticipated. Walking into the building with her hands tucked under her armpit. The bell above her head rang as she stepped into the artsy building. It had funky wallpaper. Different abstract art pieces covered the wall.

"Mang?" Turning to her left, she saw Jungkook walk up to her.

Damn, he was finer in person. Jennette thought to herself. She smiled before embracing the hug Jungkook gave. His summer tan was still present, giving him an olive skin complexion. He smelled so good, masculine yet fresh. Jungkook's attire was all black and casual. It was an athletic set, loose full-sleeve shirt, black jogger pants, and white sneakers. Jungkook kept a mask over his face and a baseball cap.

"Where are we?" Jennette and Jungkook walked deeper into the hallway. Jennette could pick up the smell of paint getting stronger as they reached what appeared to be a classroom.

"I remember you said how you wanted to do a pottery-making class. So here we are." The pair stood in the doorway of the pottery class, looking at the other people settling into their spaces.

Jennette wanted to release another squeal. She recalled the conversation about a pottery-making class. It was true she wanted to take a class for the experience but also for the romantic vibes. As a kid, one of her favorite television shows had an episode in which the female main characters made pottery with their brief love interest. Jennette wanted to recreate that scene with her boyfriend. A key detail that she purposefully left out in the conversation.

"This is too much, Jungkook. Here I was thinking we were gonna get ice cream or something."

"You're someone in my circle. You deserve more than some ice cream."

Ugh, Jennette just wanted to melt. Jungkook motioned her over as they chose their station toward the back of the classroom. The instructor entered the room, passing out smocks for everyone to tie around their waist. Jungkook was able to do his quickly, but Jennette struggled slightly. The string for the smock getting caught in her knitted shawl.

"I got ya." Jungkook stood behind Jennette, tying the smock around her waist without a second thought. At this time, he noticed how much her figure was on display. Jennette wasn't an outwardly curvy woman; she leaned more on the slim slide. Nevertheless, she still shapely. Most of her weight bearing on her thighs, with hips wide enough to give her a 'pear' physique. Out of respect, Jungkook made sure his eyes didn't wander too long below her waist.

"Thanks."

The instructor lectured on the proper technique of making a bowl or plate for twenty minutes. Everyone in the room was attentive and listened to every word that he said. After speaking, he permitted everyone to mix their clay and water. Then, he flipped a switch that caused everyone's station to spin slowly.

Jungkook found himself glancing at Jennette. He was just taking in her appearance. Her bottom lip tucked in her mouth as she focused on the wet clay before her. Her hair looked like cotton ball clouds compared to the twists he saw last night. He could tell that she put effort into her appearance. He's spent plenty of time in hair and makeup to understand the true art behind it. Finding the perfect shade, understanding contour, and color correction. It was a science. It made him feel good that she also put effort into her appearance, as he did the same for her. He shaved his peach fuzz and styled his bed hair. He was growing out his hair, so a middle part would have to do. He clipped in as many earrings as possible and matched them with silver rings on his fingers. Regardless he felt a little warm, knowing that Jennette took this much time just to hang out with him. Despite her mature look, she looked like her true self with the purple-framed glasses.

He loved how large her eyes looked in the glasses. The close proximity allowed for him to see the different beauty marks underneath her frames. They were sporadically placed around her eye, but still pretty nonetheless. Blinking fast, Jungkook stopped the one-sided staring contest.

"Tada!" Jennette held her clay, placing it on the table allowing it to solidify and harden. Just as the instructor had demonstrated, she made a bowl that was even on all sides. It was nicely done.

"Wow." Was all Jungkook could get out.

"Pffft!" Jennette burst out in laughter before looking at the shape Jungkook had made. The shape was neither a bowl or a plate and looked very inappropriate at first glance.

Jennette was laughing so hard that she couldn't even speak. Her semi-dirty hands fanned her face to prevent tears of laughter from messing up her makeup. Genuinely, Jungkook thought he knew what he was doing, but the pottery before him proved otherwise.

"Why did you make a dick?" Taking in breaths to get out her question, Jennette went back to laughing. Slightly embarrassed, Jungkook felt his ears getting warm.

"I wasn't trying to make that. Had I known you were going to be an art critic I would have chosen something else to do." Jungkook explained, trying to re-shape the clay. His struggle was on display making him feel more embarrassed than usual.

"Poor baby." Jennette got behind Jungkook, taking his big hands and putting his hands in position to make a proper bowl. Jungkook watched their skin tones contrast, as Jennette held onto his hands so delicately. Her face was so close to his, that if he turned slightly then his lips would be on her cheek. Jennette talked Jungkook through the steps to make the bowl, without a condescending tone.

Truth be told, both of them were basking in the closeness of each other's bodies. It didn't feel weird or unnatural. Perhaps the years of friendship curved any feelings of awkwardness. But there was something deeper. The growing connection could only be caped as friendship for so long before it would become hilariously ludacris. Intimacy was the word that would pop into both of their heads. But it was a word that neither Jennette nor Jungkook would be comfortable to place on their relationship.

Jungkook and Jennette left the pottery place before purchasing some boba tea. They were sitting outside on a bench, enjoying the cool fall breeze.

"Thank you for today. I had a lot more fun than I thought I would." Jennette admitted, sipping her berry-flavored boba tea.

Jungkook bent over in fake pain with his hands to his chest. "You didn't think you would have fun with me? Wow, Mangy Pangy that hurts."

"You're never gonna let that nickname go huh?"

"It's kinda embedded in my vocabulary. Can't help it."

"Excuses?" Jennette rolled her eyes.

"Plus, only I call you Mangy Pangy, so it should mean something." Jungkook playfully nudged her shoulders.

"Yeah. Yeah." Jennette swatted at Jungkook.

"I wanna take a picture to remember this." Jungkook pulled out his phone, swiping through his apps to get the camera icon. With his arm extended, he took several pictures of him and Jennette. She did simple poses; a smile, a peace sign, and a wink.

"We do look good together," Jungkook stated.

"Your girlfriends won't like to hear that."

"They'll get over it. Watch this." Jennette watched Jungkook tap his screen several times, unsure what plan he was acting out in front of her.

" 'Sup chat. Guess who I am with." Turning his phone screen toward you, you leaned in smiling for the camera. The chat erupted as if there was breaking news. Text was jumping, and exclamation points were everywhere.

No way!! Mang is so lucky!!! Mang is so pretty !! Jungkook marry me not Mang !!

"We had such an amazing day. We made pottery and finished drinking boba. I'm hoping that we can hang out soon." Jungkook put his arm around Jennette's shoulder. Jungkook looked at how bashful Jennette was acting, secretly loving every moment. Jungkook looked at Jennette through the camera, staring at her once again.

Jungkook staring mad hard Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!

Turning his head to look at Jennette. Jungkook looked at her dual-toned lips. He can't lie and say the thought hadn't crossed his mind. But he wasn't sure if she would accept the advancement.

"It's a quick stream, y'all. I just wanted to show y'all who I am with." Jungkook ended the stream. His eyes wandered back to Jennette, noticing that his eyes were already on him, too. No longer beating around the bush, Jungkook lept with his words without a second thought.

"You think you could be a little less obvious with how much you like me," Jungkook smirked.

"Excuse me???"

"You're not denying it." He teased in a sing-songy voice.

"You make me sick, Jeon. So sick." Jennette pointed a finger down her throat, fake gagging.

"You don't have to admit it right now, Mangy Pangy. Cause I haven't come to terms with my crush either."

"Oh really, now." Jennette couldn't help but smile. Embracing the warmth Jungkook's body radiated, she laid her hair on his shoulder. She was on cloud nine. Nothing felt real, that so much could happen in a singular day. Jennette would forever remember the day she met her favorite streamer.

A/N: Yall got any favorite streamers/ Youtubers??

I wasn't going to make a part 2, but I was so kindly asked by: @mundayoonimnida hope this met your standards !!! <3

#x black reader #jungkook x blackreader #black writers #jungkook #jungkook imagine #black fem reader #jeon jungkook #black oc #kpop x black reader #bts x black reader #black army

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