#short-sleeve turtleneck sweaters

[chaotic-neutral-ferret]

in love with Whizzers (obc) outfit during the chess game. Stephen Bogardus you’re so handsome and i’m obsessed with that shirt. he’s so fuckin stylish

[nucrests]

Assorted Collection III

Another random assortment of mesh edits from various packs, kits, etc. Included are 21 items for your masculine frame sims. Hope you all have fun with these and enjoy!

Additional information:

EP16 LOVESTRUCK ADD-ONS: Each item is base game compatible ▪ Sweater Button Up With Graphic T-Shirt: Includes 13 swatches ▪ Shirt Patterns (Semi Tucked): Includes 12 swatches ▪ Jacket Jacquard (Without Shirt): Includes 6 swatches ▪ Blouse Open (Rolled Sleeves): Includes 12 swatches ▪ Blazer With Fishnet Shirt: Includes 12 swatches

VARIOUS GAME PACKS: Each item is base game compatible ▪ GP11 MY WEDDING STORIES - Casual Button Up (Unbuttoned Sleeves): Includes 20 swatches ▪ SP16 TINY LIVING - Cardigan With T-Shirt (Long Sleeves): Includes 9 swatches Sweater Thick (Without Turtleneck): Includes 9 swatches ▪ SP42 GRUNGE REVIVAL - Tee Oversized (Long Sleeves): Includes 11 swatches Jacket Denim: Includes 12 swatches

VARIOUS GAME PACKS (Cont.): Each item is base game compatible ▪ SP42 GRUNGE REVIVAL - Tee Stitched (Sleeveless & Cropped): Includes 12 swatches Tee Stitched (Without Undershirt): Includes 12 swatches Sweatshirt Hooded: Includes 12 swatches Sweatshirt Hooded (Cropped): Includes 12 swatches ▪ SP44 POOLSIDE SPLASH - Cover Top: Includes 10 swatches ▪ SP46 HOME CHEF HUSTLE - Short Mess Top: Includes 11 swatches

VARIOUS GAME PACKS (Cont. II): Each item is base game compatible ▪ SP38 SIMTIMATES COLLECTION - Robe Silk (Shorts Version): Includes 11 swatches ▪ SP50 URBAN HOMAGE - Overalls With T-Shirt: Includes 12 swatches ▪ EP16 LOVESTRUCK - Pants Long Pocket (Shorts Version): Includes 12 swatches ▪ SP38 SIMTIMATES COLLECTION - Pajama Joggers (Shorts Version): Includes 13 swatches ▪ SP42 GRUNGE REVIVAL - Jeans Belted (Skinny Jeans): Includes 10 swatches

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[elvgreen]

~lookbook #4~

01. sweater** | leggings | boots | earmuffs | turtleneck | hair

02. long-sleeve shirt | shorts | boots | acc top | earmuffs | socks (BG) | hair

03. shirt | skirt | stockings/tights (BG) | boots | earmuffs | hair

04. sweater | leggings | legwarmers | boots | scarf | earmuffs | hair

pose

**=TSR

huge thank you to all cc creators!! @sofayya @rollo-rolls @meochicc @simlicious @commonblacksimmer @grimothy-cc @plbsims3 @nightospheresims

[myballsitchaurghouchie]

Human versions of Goat, Lamb and Yellow Cat for my DnD au. Getting more and more self indulgent by the minute can you tell i just like characters hanging out

[Image Description in the Alt Text and below the cut]

Image 1: A digital drawing of 3 characters looking towards the viewer as if posing for a picture. The character on the left is tall and stands in the foreground with their hand partially covering the view; they are dark skinned, have long dark dreadlocks as well as a long braided goatee, wear black and dark purple clothing along with a spikey choker, multiple piercings and a necklace with a purple gemstone. The character in the middle is smaller, standing a bit further; they are dark skinned, have medium length loose dreadlocks that turn from dark brown to white, wear a read beanie and shawl over a white turtleneck, and they have a red gemstone as a necklace. The character on the right is lighter skinned, has short blonde hair, a small beard and moustache, and wear a green floral shirt.

Image 2: A digital sketch page showing various drawings of the same previous characters wearing different outfits, all in their own section of the image.

At the top is the tall, dark skinned person with dark dradlocks, called 'Pinhead' Graham, with text in parenthesis saying "Goat". There are small bits of information next to them saying "Usually punk fashion. Absolute dogshit mixing of clothing. Mainly black, rarely has colors (purple, green, yellow). Spikes in every outfit. Clothing often shows off waist shape, occasional baggy outfits. Edgelord looking". There is more text to the side saying "Sides shaved", and "4b hair texture, sometimes has braids or dreadlocks".

The next character is the smaller one with white dreadlocks, called Lemuel, with text in parenthesis saying "Lamb". The text next to them says "3c hair texture, has loose dreadlocks", and the other bits of information say "Warm clothing (sweaters, hoodies, cardigans). Beanie 99% of the time. Often wearing a shawl. Neck never bare (turtleneck, necklaces). Light colors (brown, white, grey) + red (light, muted, rarely dark)".

The third character is the one with short blonde hair, called CJ, with the text in parenthesis saying "Yellow Cat". The information text says "Relaxed clothing. Always layering 2 tops at least. Different textures always. Knee-length pants most of the time. At least 1 item with a pattern. Rarely wears dark colors".

Image 3: A small sketch of the same three characters shoulders up, smilling.

Image 4: A sketch of the three sitting at a table which is covered in papers and dice, whispering to each other.

Image 5: A sketch of the same three characters standing side by side, showcasing their outfits.

CJ is on the left, writing next to them says "they/he/she"; he is wearing a bucket hat, a long sleeved shirt under a short sleeved jacket, knee-length shorts and ankle-high socks.

Graham is in the middle, text next to them says "they/them"; they are the tallest of the three, wearing a bone looking hair clip, a jacket with a fur collar, customized patches and spikes along with a big zipper, and a kilt over another skirt and bagger pants.

Lemuel is the one on the right, text next to them says "they/them"; they are the shortest of the three, wearing a crocheted beanie with horns, a shawl over a big sweater, and pants with a "Christmas-looking pattern".

[dcartcorner]

Commission for @morning-softness! Thank you for the support!

[Image description: John, Tim, Martin, and Sasha from The Magnus Archives. The four of them are sitting around a table in Jon's flat, playing a board game. Jon is staring intently at the board, thinking about where to place his tile. Tim is smiling and leaning over to give Jon advice. Across from Jon, Martin is covering his mouth and laughing, happy to be there with the others. Sasha is holding a drink, and giving Martin a knowing look from across the table. Jon is a fat British-Indian man with medium brown skin, shoulder-length black hair streaked with grey, and glasses. He is wearing a white dress shirt, a sweater vest, and an ace ring. There are small silver studs in his earlobes. His sleeves are rolled up and his hair is slightly rumpled from where he has been running his hands through it. Tim is a thickset man with tan skin, brown eyes, greying brown hair in an undercut, and a short beard. He has gauged ears, and wears a fidget bracelet on one wrist. He is wearing a brightly colored button-down shirt, with the collar unbuttoned. Sasha is a thin Black British woman with long type 3b hair, wearing a turtleneck shirt and glasses with a chain. Martin is a fat Vietnamese-Polish man with short, dark brown hair and light, freckled skin. He has gauged ears, and stubble on his chin and neck. He is wearing a jumper and thick glasses. End image description.]

[thirstkanaphan]

The Dilfjoong Rankings

This post ambushed me on Twitter today.

I'm sharing it here because YOU DESERVE NICE THINGS!

YES, YOU!!!

And I'm going to rate these dilfjoongs on the dilf-scale, and you will trust my rankings (or fight me in the comments!)

8/10 the turtleneck and glasses were giving dilf, but there's something too impish in his expression to make me go higher.

6/10 can one be a lesbian and a dilf? Of course, and Hongjoong surely tries here but I'm just not feeling the styling.

7/10 He had me in the first half, but then he turned around and I let out a cackle at the campiness of his blazer coat. This is like business cosplay by a broadway designer.

9/10 NOW WE'RE TALKING! YES, NO MAKE UP; YES, CASHMERE COLLARED SWEATER; YES SLEEVES ROLLED UP AND HANDS TUCKED IN POCKETS!

next up!

9/10 YES! ANOTHER WINNER! It's the short sleeves, the watch, the pants (THE PANTS!), the bag strap...he's in total dilf drag right now and the dilf-iest thing of all is his vaguely annoyed expression.

7/10 Most of these points are for the hand on the chin.

And forget that I was writing this after taking an edible and my first thought was to compare Hongjoong to Phoenix Wright .

ANYWAY...

5/10 Don't be fooled by the suit. This is not dilfjoong, this is babygirljoong.

10/10 I hadn't seen these images before and I actually gasped. The rumpled suit clothes are one thing (and they are a BIG thing, we'll discuss in another post) and it's not only that he looks like he's been pounding back the scotch after a long day at the office. It's that I know from his posture that he is in CAPTAIN mode, speaking for the members about their concept and music. IT'S HOT WHEN HE DOES THAT.

9/10 I love this genre of Hongjoong. The ridiculous watch and the bags under the eyes are really doing it for me.

8/10 I really wish I could rate this one higher, but the purple hair docks some points. However, let's not dismiss the dilf potential. That tie needs to be loosened just a hair. And I either need full bang coverage or total forehead exposure. Nothing in-between.

4/10 Nope. Another excellent example of corporate camp though.

9/10 This is what Hongjoong is going to look like in 20 years, mark my words.

6/10 Very good effort, but it's dilf-diluted

10/10 There is no denying Producer Hongjoong. He is the ur-dilf. He is the dilf that all other dilfs aspire to be. The more strung out, the better.

Thank you for reading my silly post and I wish you all a good night!

[multiheadcanons]

OUTFITS I LOVE TO IMAGINE THE MERCS IN

scout: i’m gonna qualify this with i don’t even twinkify scout like that; but the idea of him in those whorish 13-15 inch inseam shorts for men is so delectable to me, shirt optional. i want to see his thighs tense as his feet hit the pavement and he propels himself forward. i want to see every muscle flex and contract as he breaks people’s ankles on the field. i need it so bad. i need more dynamic scout art.

soldier: soldier is so batshit that i just want him in military blues so he feels good about himself and the work he did that nobody asked him to do. but i like thinking of soldier in anything even remotely formal because it's so unlike him to wear. and also because the idea of him wearing something he is notably uncomfortable in and then shit hitting the fan and him tearing it off, becoming more comfortable and in that same breath an actual danger in his immediate surroundings is so... mm. love that goofy american.

pyro: i'll imagine pyro in anything because i haven't actually come to a conclusion on who or what pyro is to me, personally, so my go-to when i'm thinking about pyro outside of the suit and mask is just another full-body suit that covers their face. but the second pyro realizes that not every suit can resist flame they would probably go straight back to their own suit. but i think we could probably all convince pyro to get into one of those inflatable t-rex costumes. for a moment, anyway.

demo: if you see any fanart of demo in a kilt know i've liquified it and injected it directly into my veins. any character in their cultural clothes is so good to me, i just want to gobble it up. but especially tavish. a kilt, a simple turtleneck, one of those droopy fucking hats... demo pleasepleaseplease-- imagining demo in anything is always a tasty mental trip to go on. i just know he makes any and everything look good and artists solidify that every time i browse the demoman tag. especially when they give demo different hairstyles. cornrow demoman... loc demoman... afro demoman... the possibilities are endless. please play with demo's hair.

heavy: put him in a white turtleneck. bright white. pressed. well cared for, but he's owned it for a while. it's loose, it just frames his jaw, makes his head stand out. now put a sweater on top of it. deep, dark, bloody maroon. wool blend. thick. thick enough to keep him warm, just enough to moisten his skin. not quite enough to make him drip sweat, but enough to keep him glistening with the additional layers. enough to get the underlying scent of his sweat when you're close enough. let the collar hug his neck. like he doesn't wear it enough to truly stretch it out, so it still hugs his body. roll. the sleeves. up. to. the elbow. perfect cuffs. not a single wrinkle. tuck it in to a pair of tailored black slacks. freshly pressed. and a set of polished, black leather dress shoes. unscuffed. now put a bow on him so i can unwrap it.

engineer: for a moment i considered if this was a cop out, but i don’t think it is anymore. i want him in the world’s most frayed jeans and a tight fitting t shirt of any color and some god. damn. cowboy boots. i want him covered in dirt and grease and sweat. i want the threads of the denim to be holding on by the lord’s grace and a daily prayer. i want to see his boxers through the ass pockets. goggles optional, player’s choice of head covering.

medic: nothing but a smile. a towel. a blanket, maybe. okay i’ll stop being a freak. it’s so hard for me to really imagine the doctor in anything but his work uniform. from there i am literally just peeling off the layers with a very absent smile plastered on my face. i am gone. my favorite part of the process is when i get to his undershirt, past the button up, and his pants and his boots. like woah… save some hoes for the rest of us, doc… out here showing all that… slut. i want you so bad.

sniper: mick. mick. look at me. look at me, okay? relax. it’s not gonna be a big change. promise. promise promise promise. close your eyes, okay? we’re gonna take the hat off. nonononono mick mick mick mick. buddy. buddy. it’s okay. this is not permanent. and this is the only change, okay? and maybe get your huntsman, it’ll tie the look together. like the doctor, it is hard to imagine snipes in anything but his work uniform, but the only difference is we take the hat away and replace it with a rich, chocolate brown hooded cloak. it could be a full length cloak, a tea length or mid length cloak, that ends by his shirt hem, or like a little shoulder shrug for the summer. he’d probably keep the hood up if it’s a light enough fabric. make him look like a real hunter. embroidered leaves and birds as holes are worn in the fabric. also done in threads of different shades of brown. i’ll let him keep the aviators. i’m feeling nice today.

spy: unlike the rest of his support teammates, i imagine spy in pretty much any and everything! spy is pretty enough that he can easily put on anything and make it look good; but i particularly like to imagine him in, frankly, whatever i have on for the day. i think my favorite outfit i wore that i telepathically projected onto him was a sleeveless turtleneck with some burnt orange slacks and these odd cognac dress shoes i have that have cut outs on the side. i just think he’d eat those shoes up. but i think he’d probably wear that whole outfit better than i did.

[makeila04]

Let me see if I understand this: Russell Adler has German ancestry because "Adler" means "eagle" in German. He probably also has British or Scandinavian ancestry due to his height and large build—he’s 6’1” (1.85 m) and weighs 209 lbs (95 kg). Additionally, his thick, abundant hair, even at 54 years old, reinforces this idea, as that genetic trait comes from cold climates like Northern Europe. So, despite having EVERYTHING in his favor to be born, live, and adapt to cold environments—blonde, thick, and abundant hair, perfect blue eyes for cold climates and snow (places where that eye color would serve him well due to the lack of sun), and plenty of body hair to retain heat in low temperatures—he also likely has strong, heavy bones for greater endurance, common traits for cold, mountainous, and harsh climates like the ones I mentioned, given his weight relative to his height.

And yet, the guy ended up being born in San Diego, California, in the United States in 1937??????? A place KNOWN FOR ITS WARM CLIMATE, while he has the perfect genetics for cold and snow.

I realized all of this after seeing someone’s comment pointing out that Russell Adler is always seen wearing scarves, hats, glasses, boots, turtlenecks, or high-neck sweaters—ideal for insulating against the cold in those regions—gloves, handkerchiefs, etc. I had always noticed this but assumed it was 100% just "tactical gear." And if you asked Adler, he’d probably say the same. But it could actually be that, despite having all the biological advantages I mentioned, it’s funny to think that he wasn’t born or raised in cold places. So, at 54, he might still feel the cold more intensely, which is why he always dresses warmer than everyone else.

Also, he was born and raised in California and joined the military at 18. But in his late 20s and early 30s, he went to the Vietnam War in the 1960s. Again, the climate there is warm and humid, being a jungle, so it’s not too different from what he’s used to. By joining the military and spending years fighting in the Vietnam War, he was in another hot and humid environment. If you think about it, the Vietnamese jungle didn’t give him a chance to develop a tolerance for the cold—quite the opposite:

High temperatures → His body got used to the heat.

High humidity → Adaptation to sweating and endurance in humid environments.

Light clothing → He became accustomed to wearing breathable clothes. During his years in Vietnam (late 1960s), his body adapted even more to warm climates. By the time he reached his 40s, he had spent his entire life in environments where his genetics weren’t serving their original purpose.

However, in 1981, we see him bundled up in Berlin when Adler is 44 years old. This is especially noticeable when compared to other teammates like Woods, Park, or Lazar, who often wear short-sleeved shirts or lighter coats. Meanwhile, Adler is seen in turtleneck sweaters, leather jackets, gloves, etc., while others, like Hudson or Sims, wear less clothing. Hudson, for example, wears a shirt and tie with an additional coat.

It’s possible that he has a lower tolerance for the cold because his circulatory system and metabolism adapted to warm climates. Or maybe he just hates the feeling of cold because he didn’t grow up with it, while others, like Woods or Park, might be more accustomed to it.

The same happens in Black Ops 6, in 1991, when Adler is 54. He wears that high-neck coat, which I know is ideal for two things together: rain and cold. So again, we see thick clothing paired with his boots. And once more, it’s not just about "tactical use" but also how we can compare it to characters like Woods, Felix Neumann, or Sevati, who wear much lighter clothing than Adler. And this was in Bulgaria…

So, with this, we notice that Adler always seems to be the most bundled up of everyone. Of course, as I mentioned, it’s probably because he never really had to get used to the cold in his first… 18 to 30 years of life. So, he only experienced low temperatures around his 40s.

This makes me laugh because it’s such an irony. As I said, his genetics are adapted for the cold, yet he was born and raised in a warm place, so they weren’t as useful. This shows that even if your genetics predispose you to certain traits, human adaptability can be surprising and greater than one might expect.

Although, if you ask him why he dresses so warmly, he’ll probably say it’s for tactical gear and practicality rather than the cold. But it’s kind of endearing to see him freeze more than the others during missions in Germany or Russia, like in Call of Duty: Cold War. I imagine the "behind-the-scenes" moments we don’t see could involve Adler in the snow or very cold places, shivering a little or cursing himself for the cold. But of course, he’d never admit it. The same goes for Black Ops 6, again in those cold missions.

I say this mostly because I love the detail of his nose turning slightly pink from the cold. It’s endearing to think that someone so big and imposing isn’t immune to the cold. It’s a detail that humanizes him more.

In other words, he never fully adapts to what would biologically suit him best (i.e., a colder place) and always seems a bit out of his element, trying to stay as protected as possible.

Throughout his life, Adler has had to adapt to many situations—from the CIA to dangerous missions to his interpersonal relationships—all of which could be seen as constantly being "out of his comfort zone." The fact that he bundles up so much could be a metaphor for how he always seeks to protect himself, in some way, from his environment and his own vulnerabilities. It’s something that reinforces his resilient and stoic character.

Turtlenecks, scarves, gloves, and boots aren’t just tactical gear (though they are that too)—they seem to be his way of staying comfortable and protecting himself from the cold in places like Berlin or Russia. And as you rightly point out, this need to bundle up is especially noticeable when compared to other characters who, despite being in the same cold environments, don’t layer up as much. He wants to project strength at all times, so even if he’s freezing internally, he’d never let others notice.

This fits the image of an Adler who, even if he’s freezing during missions in Russia or Berlin, simply crosses his arms, stays stoic, and acts like nothing bothers him.

So yes, the idea that Russell Adler—a man with genetics perfectly adapted to cold climates—was born and raised in San Diego and now, at 54, feels more comfortable in warm clothing, not only makes practical sense but also reflects something much deeper about his character. Constant adaptation, hidden vulnerability, and the need for protection that Adler seems to carry in his life aren’t just survival tactics—they’re also emotional responses reflected in his lifestyle, his way of dressing, and how he interacts with the world.

On another note, another detail that caught my attention (and others have noticed it too) is his BEAUTIFUL BLONDE MANE. You see, thick hair is determined by genetics, and it’s not the most common hair type. Most people have medium or fine hair. Why does Adler have thick hair? His thick hair is a genetic trait inherited from his parents. Generally, thick hair is associated with certain ethnicities and genetic backgrounds. In his case, given his German ancestry, it’s likely he inherited it from that side of the family. In many Central and Northern European populations, hair tends to be thicker, especially in people of Germanic or Scandinavian descent. Additionally, thick hair is often more resistant to hair loss and aging. That’s why, despite his age in Black Ops Cold War and Black Ops 6, he still has abundant, voluminous hair.

Why isn’t it a common trait? Hair thickness is determined by the size and shape of the hair follicle. Thick hair → larger, rounder follicles. Fine hair → smaller, oval follicles. Most people have medium hair thickness because it’s a genetically favored middle ground. Thick hair can be more resistant but also harder to manage or more prone to dryness and frizz.

It’s not much, but I find it endearing. In fact, it’s a great genetic advantage because it means his hair remains abundant and strong with age, as is the case with Russell, indicating he likely has a strong hair structure genetically. It’s a small but curious detail, isn’t it? This means the follicles produce wider strands, giving the hair more body and resilience. Of course, for someone with thick hair like me, Adler’s hair looks completely normal and natural. But for someone with finer hair, his volume, the way it falls, and its movement might seem too "perfect" or styled, which is why the question of whether it’s natural or not is understandable. In reality, his hair is completely possible naturally if it’s medium to thick with good density. The layered cut helps give it that movement—I’m referring to Black Ops 6—but if his hair is strong, with weight and texture, the result is exactly what we see.

I love noticing these details because Adler’s hair is truly impeccable. You can see a change in its texture, more layers, and a brighter blonde, suggesting he still pays attention to it over the years. And speaking of his routine… I’m 99% sure Adler isn’t the type to just use "any shampoo." Not with that level of care and perfection in his appearance. The CIA might have given him extreme training, but the shine and softness of his hair don’t come from war—they’re worked on. I don’t see him having an extensive routine, but he definitely uses a good shampoo with hydrating properties (possibly with keratin or proteins to maintain the hair’s structure). Maybe he uses conditioner, though he wouldn’t admit it easily. Most likely, he has an efficient 2-in-1 product or a leave-in conditioner spray to keep things simple.

It’s very interesting to analyze Russell Adler’s genetics, especially considering the details we know about his appearance and the few available facts about his life and ancestry. Let’s make some conjectures, based both on what we know of his profile and what can be inferred from his appearance: In summary, Russell Adler seems to have a physical constitution and genetics favored by the combination of his European ancestry, possibly Germanic or Scandinavian, which has given him traits like thick, abundant hair, notable height, and physical robustness at 54 years old. His lifestyle habits have also played an important role in maintaining his health, but his family genetics seem to be the foundation of many of these traits.

With that combination of genetics, Adler almost seems to have the best of both worlds: the physical strength and longevity of his ancestors’ genetics, plus a temperament and ability to maintain his physique that make him almost a "modern-day god" in terms of physical endurance and aesthetics. And, as if that weren’t enough, the fact that he has AB-negative blood—a rare type considered one of the most valuable genetically (due to its unique immunological characteristics)—only adds more mystique to his figure. ______________________________________________________________

A ver si entendí, Russell Adler tiene ascendencia alemana, porque Adler significa águila en alemán, probablemente tenga ascendencia, británica o escandinava por su altura gran complexión física, porque mide 1.85 y pesa 95 kilos, ADEMÁS de que su cabello grueso y abundante aún a sus 54 años nos refuerza esta idea ya que ese gen proviene de climas fríos como el norte de Europa, por lo que aún teniendo TODO a su favor para nacer y vivir y adaptarse al frío: cabello rubio, grueso y abundante, ojos azules perfectos para el clima frío y la nieve, lugares donde perfectamente podría servirle ese color por el poco sol, mucho vello corporal ideal para poder mantener más el calor del cuerpo en bajas temperaturas. Además de posiblemente huesos fuertes y pesados para una mayor resistencia, genes comunes para climas y zonas montañosas, frías e inhóspitas como los que mencioné y por su peso con respecto a su altura. 

¿El tipo terminó naciendo en San Diego, California, en los Estados Unidos en 1937??????? LUGAR CONOCIDO POR SU CLIMA CÁLIDO y el tipo tiene la genética perfecta para el frío y la nieve. Me di cuenta de todo esto por el comentario que vi de alguien justamente mencionando que a Russell Adler siempre lo vemos utilizando: bufandas, gorros, lentes, botas, sweaters con cuello de tortuga o cuellos altos ideales para aislar el frío de esas zonas, guantes, pañuelos, etc. 

Lo que siempre había notado, pero a su vez creía que era 100% únicamente como "equipamiento táctico" y cosa que si le preguntas a Adler probablemente te diga que si, es solo para eso. Pero realmente podría ser que al haber vivido en un clima cálido como en California, aún teniendo todas las ventajas biológicas que mencioné, es chistoso pensarlo porque él simplemente no nació o se crió en lugares fríos así que a sus 54 años aún puede ser que le duela el frío y por eso siempre se viste más abrigado que el resto.

Además, nació y creció en California, y a los 18 años entró en el ejército. Pero a finales de sus 20s y principios de sus 30s va a la guerra de Vietnam, en los 60s. Donde, otra vez, el clima es cálido y húmedo, por ser una selva, por lo que no es tan diferente a lo que está acostumbrado.

Al entrar en el ejército y pasar años combatiendo en la Guerra de Vietnam, es otro ambiente cálido y húmedo. Si lo pensamos, la selva vietnamita no le dio oportunidad de desarrollar tolerancia al frío, sino todo lo contrario:

Altas temperaturas → Su cuerpo se acostumbró al calor.

Alta humedad → Adaptación a la transpiración y la resistencia en entornos húmedos.

Vestimenta ligera → Se habituó a usar ropa que permitiera la transpiración.

Durante sus años en Vietnam (finales de los 60s), su organismo se acostumbró aún más a climas cálidos. Para cuando llegó a los 40 años, ya llevaba toda su vida en ambientes donde su genética no le sirvió para lo que estaba diseñada originalmente.

Sin embargo, en 1981 lo vemos muy abrigado cuando está en Berlín, mientras Adler tiene 44 años para esta fecha. Sobre todo cuando lo comparamos con otros compañeros como Woods, Park o Lazar. Quienes suelen usar camisetas de manga corta o abrigos más ligeros. Mientras Adler usa suéteres con cuello de tortuga, abrigos de cuero, muchos guantes, etc. Mientras que otros personajes van con menos ropa, como Hudson o Sims. Hudson por ejemplo utiliza su camisa y corbata con un abrigo adicional.

Puede ser que tenga una menor tolerancia al frío porque su sistema circulatorio y su metabolismo se acostumbraron a climas cálidos. O simplemente odia la sensación de frío porque no creció con ella, mientras que otros, como Woods o Park, pueden estar más acostumbrados.

Lo mismo ocurre en black ops 6, en 1991, cuando Adler tiene 54 años, utiliza ese abrigo con cuello alto, esos abrigos los conozco y son ideales para dos cosas juntas: la lluvia y el frío al mismo tiempo. Así que de vuelta vemos ropa gruesa junto con sus botas. Y otra vez, no sólo es algo de uso “más táctico” sino que lo podemos comparar con personajes como Woods, Felix Neumann o Sevati. Quienes usan prendas mucho más ligeras que Adler. Y eso que aquí era Bulgaria…

Así que con esto notamos que Adler siempre parece ser el más abrigado de todos, claro, porque como mencioné, puede ser más que nada porque realmente nunca se tuvo que acostumbrar al frío en sus primeros…18 o 30 años de vida. Por lo que las bajas temperaturas las conoció ya cerca de sus 40 años.

Lo que hace que todo esto me de risa como una ironía ya que como dije, su genética está adaptada para el frío, sin embargo nació y creció en un lugar cálido por lo que no le resultó tan útil. Esto demuestra que aunque tu genética tenga predisposición a ciertas cosas, la realidad es que la capacidad adaptativa del ser humano puede ser sorprendente y mayor a lo que uno esperaría.

Aunque siempre, si le preguntas sobre por qué se abriga tanto, te dirá que es por equipamiento táctico y practicidad, antes que por el frío.

Pero si me da ternura verlo congelarse más que el resto en misiones como en Alemania o Rusia, como lo vemos en Call of duty Cold war. Me imagino que el “detrás de escenas” que nosotros no veíamos podría ser a Adler en la nieve o lugares muy fríos y que si se quedaba quieto podría temblar un poco o maldecir a sí mismo por el frío. Pero claro, nunca lo admitiría. Lo mismo que en Black ops 6, otra vez en esas misiones en lugares tan fríos.

Y lo digo más que nada porque me gusta el detalle de cuando su nariz se pone ligeramente rosada, justamente por el frío. Me da ternura que siento tan grande e imponente, no sea inmune al frío. Un detalle que lo humaniza más.

En otras palabras, nunca se adapta completamente a lo que realmente le convendría a nivel biológico (es decir, un lugar más frío), y siempre se siente un poco fuera de lugar o buscando mantenerse lo más protegido posible.

A lo largo de su vida, Adler ha tenido que adaptarse a muchas situaciones, desde la CIA, pasando por misiones peligrosas, hasta sus relaciones interpersonales, todas las cuales podrían verse como una forma de estar "fuera de su zona de confort" constantemente. El hecho de que se abrigue tanto podría ser una metáfora de cómo siempre busca protegerse, de alguna manera, de su entorno, de sus propias vulnerabilidades. Es algo que refuerza su carácter resistente y estoico. 

Suéteres de cuello alto, bufandas, guantes, y botas no solo son equipamiento táctico (que también lo son), sino que parecen ser su manera de mantenerse cómodo y protegerse del frío en zonas como Berlín o Rusia. Y como bien señalas, esta necesidad de estar abrigado se nota especialmente cuando lo comparamos con otros personajes que, aunque están en los mismos ambientes fríos, no se visten con tanta capa extra.

Él quiere proyectar fortaleza en todo momento, por lo que aunque internamente pueda estar congelándose, jamás dejaría que los demás lo noten.

Esto encaja con la imagen de un Adler que, aunque está helado en misiones en Rusia o Berlín, simplemente se cruza de brazos, se mantiene estoico y actúa como si nada le importara.

Así que sí, la idea de que Russell Adler, un hombre con una genética completamente adaptada a climas fríos, nació y creció en San Diego y ahora, a los 54 años, se siente más cómodo con ropas abrigadas, no solo tiene sentido desde el punto de vista práctico, sino que también refleja algo mucho más profundo sobre su carácter. La adaptación constante, la vulnerabilidad oculta, y la necesidad de protección que Adler parece tener en su vida no solo son tácticas de supervivencia, sino también respuestas emocionales que se reflejan en su estilo de vida, su forma de vestirse y su manera de interactuar con el mundo. 

Por otro lado, otro dato que me llamó la atención porque otros lo notaron es su HERMOSA MELENA RUBIA

Verán, el cabello grueso es determinado por la genética, y no es el tipo de cabello más común. Ya que la mayoría de las personas tienen cabello de grosor medio o fino.

¿Por qué Adler tiene el cabello grueso?

Su cabello grueso es un rasgo genético heredado de sus padres. Generalmente, el cabello grueso se asocia con ciertas etnias y antecedentes genéticos. En su caso, dado que tiene ascendencia alemana, es probable que lo haya heredado de esa línea familiar. En muchas poblaciones de Europa Central y del Norte, el cabello tiende a ser más grueso, especialmente en personas de ascendencia germánica o escandinava.

Además, el cabello grueso suele ser más resistente a la caída y al envejecimiento. Por eso, a pesar de su edad en Black Ops Cold War y Black Ops 6, sigue teniendo un cabello abundante y con volumen.

¿Por qué no es un rasgo común?

El grosor del cabello está determinado por el tamaño y la forma del folículo piloso.

Cabello grueso → folículos más grandes y redondos.

Cabello fino → folículos más pequeños y ovalados.

La mayoría de las personas tienen un grosor de cabello medio porque es un punto intermedio genéticamente favorecido. El cabello grueso puede ser más resistente, pero también puede ser más difícil de manejar o más propenso a la sequedad y al frizz. No es mucho, pero me da ternura el hecho. De hecho, es una gran ventaja genética porque significa que se conserva el cabello abundante y fuerte con la edad, como es el caso de Russell, lo que indica que genéticamente probablemente también tenga una estructura capilar fuerte. Es un detalle pequeño, pero curioso, ¿no?

Lo que significa que los folículos producen hebras más anchas, lo que le da al cabello más cuerpo y resistencia. 

Claro, para alguien con cabello grueso como yo, el cabello de Adler se ve completamente normal y natural. Pero para alguien con cabello más fino, su volumen, la forma en que cae y el movimiento pueden parecer demasiado "perfectos" o trabajados, por eso la duda de si es natural o no me es comprensible.

En realidad, su cabello es completamente posible de forma natural si tiene un grosor medio a grueso y una buena densidad. El corte en capas ayuda a darle ese movimiento, me refiero a Black ops 6, pero si su cabello es fuerte, con peso y textura, el resultado es exactamente el que vemos.

Me encanta fijarme en estos detalles porque el cabello de Adler es realmente impecable. Se nota que hay un cambio en su textura, más capas y un rubio más luminoso, lo que sugiere que sigue prestándole atención con los años.

Y hablando sobre su rutina… estoy 99% segura de que Adler no es de los que solo usan "un champú cualquiera". No con ese nivel de cuidado y perfección en su imagen. La CIA puede haberle dado entrenamiento extremo, pero el brillo y la suavidad del cabello no se consiguen en la guerra, se trabajan.

No lo veo haciendo una rutina tan extensa pero definitivamente usa un buen champú con propiedades hidratantes (posiblemente con queratina o proteínas para mantener la estructura del cabello). Tal vez use acondicionador, aunque no lo admitiría fácilmente. Lo más probable es que tenga un producto 2 en 1 eficiente o un acondicionador en spray para no complicarse.

Es muy interesante analizar la genética de Russell Adler, especialmente si consideramos los detalles que sabemos de su apariencia y los pocos datos disponibles sobre su vida y ascendencia. Vamos a hacer algunas conjeturas, basadas tanto en lo que sabemos de su perfil como en lo que se puede inferir a partir de su apariencia:

En resumen, Russell Adler parece tener una constitución física y genética favorecida por la combinación de su ascendencia europea, posiblemente germánica o escandinava, que le ha dotado de características como el cabello grueso y abundante, la altura notable y la robustez física a los 54 años. Sus hábitos de vida también han jugado un papel importante en mantener su salud, pero la genética de su familia parece ser la base de muchos de estos rasgos.

Con esa combinación de genética, Adler casi parece tener lo mejor de ambos mundos: la fortaleza física y la longevidad de la genética de sus ancestros, más un temperamento y una habilidad para mantener su figura que lo hacen casi una especie de "dios moderno" en términos de resistencia física y estética. Y, por si fuera poco, el hecho de que tenga sangre AB negativa, que es rara y considerada como una de las más valiosas genéticamente (por sus características inmunológicas únicas), solo añade más misticismo a su figura.

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Psychic In Training ::

Chapter # 1 Tourist Trapped

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Code, Chapter 1 (You are here)

Life is infinitely stranger than anything which the mind of man could invent. - Conan Doyle

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'Ah... Summer break, the time for parents to ship their kids off to some negligent camp to terrorize some poor 20-year-old looking for some extra cash.'

'That is... unless you're with the Pines.'

You scream as the golf cart crashes through the billboard, roughly hitting the ground before speeding up again. Glancing backward, you could see the shadow of the creature chasing you, and it seemed to be getting closer.

"Dip!" You yell, "It's gaining on us!"

"I know! This thing won't go any faster, Y/N!" The boy in front of you shouts back.

"Uhh guys," The girl next to him peaks her head out of the cart, "It's getting closer!" She shouts panicked.

"We know!" You and the boy yell at the same time.

'My name is Y/n. The sweaty boy in front of me is Dipper, and the girl beside him about to puke is Mabel.'

'Now, you probably already know why we are fleeing from some imaginable horror in a golf cart. Well I'm going to tell you anyway, and I promise, it's for a completely illogical reason.'

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Beep. Beep. Beep.

You groan, reaching over to silence the alarm. It's the first day of summer break, but your mother insists on the 7:00 AM wake-up call.

"Y/n! The Pines are here!"

You groan louder. Your mother found a loophole after promising not to send you to camp this year. Now you're left wondering what's worse: a summer at Camp Campbell or a summer with the Pines weird uncle.

Dragging yourself out of bed, you slip into a short-sleeve turtleneck sweater and a pair of shorts, moving as slowly as you can.

"Come on, Y/n! We don't have all day!"

Grabbing your backpack on the way, you rush downstairs, where you're met with Dipper's less-than-enthusiastic expression and Mabel's overly enthusiastic grin.

It can't be that bad, right? No crazy, out-of-control adventures.

With a resigned sigh, you follow the Pines out of the house, bracing yourself for whatever this summer has in store.

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"I'm pretty sure this is breaking some kind of child labor law," you mumble as you restock the blue and white pine tree hats. Off to the side, Dipper is polishing a jar of eyeballs while Mabel stalks some random customer.

"Mabe," you call out, giving her a pointed look. "Stop creeping on that poor guy and help me with these hats." Mabel just blows a raspberry at you, her focus undeterred. You turn to Dipper with a shrug. "Well, I tried. Your turn."

Dipper sighs, rolling his eyes as he sprays the jar again. "Mabel, I get that you're in your 'Boy Crazy' phase," he says, stealing a glance at the list in the customer's hand, "but you're kind of overdoing it on the 'crazy' part."

Mabel blows another raspberry, this time at Dipper. "Come on, you two!" she exclaims, bouncing over to join you. "This is our first summer away from home!"

You raise an eyebrow. "Speak for yourself, Mabe. I've been going to summer camp since I was five. It's not all it's cracked up to be-just a bunch of rules and chores." You gesture to the hats you're organizing. "This is just a slightly more illegal version of that."

Mabel crosses her arms, a smug smile spreading across her face. "Mock all you want, but I've got a feeling this summer's going to be amazing. In fact," she points dramatically to the door, "I wouldn't be surprised if the man of my dreams walked through that door right now."

The three of you turn to see Grunkle Stan walking in.

"Ha!" you snort, pointing at Mabel. "Dreamy enough for you, Mabe?" You continue laughing as Mabel cringes in disgust.

Stan strolls over, eyeing the three of you. "Alright, I need someone to go hammer up these signs in the spooky part of the forest."

"Not it!" Mabel and Dipper shout simultaneously, making you groan.

"Uh, also not it," Soos chimes in.

"Nobody asked you, Soos," Stan deadpans.

"I know, and I'm comfortable with that," Soos replies cheerfully, taking a bite out of a chocolate bar.

Stan turns back to you and the twins. "Well, since one of you was slow, you're doing it." He dumps a stack of signs into your arms. "But you've got a habit of 'getting lost,' so you'll need a companion."

Scanning the room, Stan spots Wendy at the counter. "Wendy! Help Y/n with these signs!"

Without even looking up from her magazine, Wendy replies, "I would, but I... uh... can't... uh... reach them."

Stan mutters under his breath, "I'd fire all of you if I could," before turning to Dipper. "Alright then, let's make it eeny-meeny-miney..." He points at Dipper. "You."

"What?!" Dipper protests. "Grunkle Stan, I always feel like I'm being watched when I'm in those woods." He sneaks a glance at you, lowering his voice. "And Y/n gets weird in the forest."

You shoot Dipper a glare. "Hey! I can hear you, you know..." They ignore you.

Stan gives Dipper an unimpressed look, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Ugh, not this again."

"I'm telling you, something weird is going on in this town. Just today, my mosquito bites spelled out 'beware.'" Dipper rolls up his sleeve to show Stan.

Stan squints at it. "That says 'bewarb.'"

You snicker. "Who knew mosquitoes were bad at spelling?"

Dipper lowers his arm, embarrassed, scratching at the bites. Stan shakes his head. "Look, kid, the whole 'monsters in the forest' thing is just a local legend made up by guys like me to sell merch to guys like that." He nods toward a sweating, grinning customer clutching a handful of merchandise.

"And Y/n's just... a little special. Nothing weird about it." Stan shrugs. "So quit being paranoid."

You huff, handing some of the signs to Dipper. "For the record, I can still hear you."

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Hanging up the signs quickly became boring. Dipper was hammering nails into the trees so that you could hang the signs, he was muttering something about Stan not believing him.

"Could you not?" You snap, "All you do is complain, it'd be nice if you'd talk about something more pleasant for once."

Dipper shot a sharp glare your way. "Like you're any better. All you do is make snide comments and dump your work on everyone else."

You gasp, feigning offense. "When have I ever?"

Dipper's expression turned flat, clearly unimpressed.

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"Who shrunk my sweater!?" Mabel wailed, holding up the now tiny garment. "I told everyone this was special cotton! It needs delicate care!"

You glance up from your magazine. "Pretty sure Soos did it," you answer before returning to your reading.

Dipper stared at you before his eyes flicked to the chore list on the wall, your name plastered next to 'Laundry'.

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"That was one time." You defend yourself.

"No! It wasn't! That was one of multiple times!" Dipper said exasperated, placing down another nail and hammering it.

Clank

Both of you freeze, staring at the tree. Dipper taps the hammer lightly against the trunk again, confirming the odd sound. Lowering the hammer, he examines the tree closer, running his hand over the bark until he finds a small crack.

With a glance at you, he pries open the "tree."

A mechanical box with two switches sat within a hidden compartment. Dipper tests one of the controls, nothing. He flips the other switch, and next to you, a hatch suddenly opens in the ground.

You exchange a wary look with Dipper before cautiously peering inside the hatch. There, nestled within the earth, lay an old, thick book. Dust covered it completely, cobwebs clung to its edges, and millipedes skittered across its surface. The cover bore a gold six-fingered handprint, with the number "3" written on its palm.

You slowly reach for the book in the hatch, somewhat hesitate as a bad feeling sinks into your stomach.

A sharp shock runs through your hand as your fingers graze the surface of the book. The air around you seems to hum with a sudden energy, and a burning sensation spreads across your palm.

Something was drawing you towards the book, something ancient and powerful as if it had been waiting for you. The sensation sharpens, and a rush of images and whispers, flood your conscience.

"-/n! Y/n!!" With a sudden tug, you're pulled away from the book. Dipper, who was now in front of you, was gripping tightly onto your shoulders, a look of genuine worry on his face.

"What was that?" he asks, searching your face for answers. When you don't respond, he turns and reaches into the hatch, carefully pulling out the book.

He places it on the ground and opens it, eyes scanning the pages.

"It's hard to believe it's been six years since I began studying the strange and wondrous secrets of Gravity Falls, Oregon." Dipper flips through the book, each page revealing bizarre creatures and terrifying monsters.

"What is all this?" Dipper whispers in awe. You lean over his shoulder, catching a glimpse of a page that reads "TRUST NO ONE!"

"My worst fears have been confirmed. I'm being watched. I must hide this book before it's found. Remember, In Gravity Falls, you can't trust anyone."

You and Dipper exchange a tense look, a silent pact forming between you both.

"HALLO!!"

You yelp in surprise, falling backward.

Mabel was behind you, leaning over a rotten log. "What'cha reading, some nerdy thing?" she teased, trying to peek at what Dipper was hiding behind his back.

"Uh- uh- it's nothing!" Dipper stammers, shooting you a desperate look.

""Uh, uh, it's nothing!" What? Are you not gonna show me?" Mabel laughs.

Dipper looks at Mabel then the Journal then back at Mabel. "Let's... go somewhere more private."

Mabel raises an eyebrow but simply shrugs. She hops over the log and strides quickly toward you, extending a hand to help you up.

You offer her a grateful smile as you reach for her hand.

"What is that?!" Mabel exclaims, suddenly tightening her grip on your hand as she examines it closely. "When did you get a scar like this?"

Startled, you pull your hand back and stare at your palm, shocked to find a vertical eye seared into your skin.

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"I can't find anything," Dipper mutters, flipping through the pages with a frustrated sigh. "There's nothing about a mysterious vertical eye appearing on someone's palm."

The three of you have ended up in the Mystery Shack's resting room. You're seated beside Mabel, while Dipper paces back and forth, rifling through the Journal's pages.

"But still, this thing is incredible!" Dipper exclaims, holding the Journal open for Mabel to see. "Grunkle Stan thinks I'm just being paranoid, but according to this book, Gravity Falls has a hidden dark side."

You lean forward, a frown tugging at your lips. "Dip, this could be dangerous. That book gives me the creeps." You wave your hand in front of Dipper's face. "And look at what it did to me!"

Dipper bats your hand away, his expression annoyed.

Ding-Dong

"Who's that? More tourists?" you ask, glancing toward the door. Mabel grins at you. "Well, it's time to spill the beans." She playfully pushes over an empty can of beans. "Boop. Beans." Mabel beams, clearly pleased with her joke before continuing, "This girl's got a date! Woot woot!"

You and Dipper exchange incredulous looks. "Wait," you begin, "In the half hour we were gone, you managed to get a date who didn't run away from your... let's say, intense enthusiasm?"

Mabel nods enthusiastically. "What can I say? I guess I'm just irresistible."

Dipper looks like he's about to say something, but you cut him off with a grin. "You know what? You go, girl."

The doorbell rings again, and Mabel jumps up, hurrying to answer it.

Dipper sighs, slipping into the seat Mabel just vacated. "I can't believe I was right," he says with a grin, flipping open the journal. "Do you mind trying to touch it again?"

You hesitate for a moment, then nod. "Alright, but if I get possessed, I'm blaming you." Dipper brushes off your comment and passes the journal to you.

You carefully take it from his hand, bracing yourself for anything.

...

But nothing happens. No surge of energy, no eerie whispers—the journal sits quietly in your hands, completely still.

"What'cha reading there, slick?" Grunkle Stan asked as he walked into the room.

"Oh!" Dipper yelped, quickly shoving the book behind his back and snatching up the nearest magazine. "Just catching up on..." He glanced at the cover in his hand, "Gold Chains for Old Men?" He read aloud, raising an eyebrow.

Stan leans over Dipper's shoulder and grins, "That's a good issue."

"Hey family~" Mabel calls out as she drags some homeless-looking guy with her, "Say hello to my new boyfriend!"

"Ugh- ew-" you blurted out at the sight of the pale, disheveled boy, but quickly stopped when Mabel gave you a look, "Sorry, it was involuntary."

"Sup." The boy says.

"Hey," Dipper responded awkwardly. Stan, still focused on the TV, didn't bother to look at the boy. "How's it hanging?"

You squinted at him, suspicious. "How old are you?" you asked.

The boy hesitated, stumbling over his words. "Uh- um- fifteen?" he answered, uncertain.

"...You're definitely lying-"

"We met at the cemetery!! He's really deep." Mabel quickly interrupts your line of questioning.

Dipper narrows his eyes, suspicion clear in his voice. "So, what's your name?" he asks.

The 'teen' straightens up, a bit tense. "Uh... Normal... MAN!" he blurts out.

A faint warmth begins to radiate from the center of your palm, just enough to make you curl your fingers slightly. Unbeknownst to you, a soft greenish-blue glow flickers beneath your skin.

"He means 'Norman,'" Mabel chimes in, leaning closer to him.

You take another look at Norman. "Right... and is that blood on your cheek, Normalman?" you ask, pointing to the red liquid dripping down his face.

"...It's jam," he replies, a little too quickly.

"...Seriously?"

Mabel gasps, delighted. "I love jam!" She turns back to you and Dipper with a grin. "He's perfect!"

You shake your head. "Mabe, your standards... where are they?"

Norman turns to Mabel, "So, you wanna go hold hands or... whatever?" He asks, Mabel blushes shyly, "Oh, goodness!" she exclaims, casting a quick glance at you and Dipper. "Don't wait up for me!" she calls out, her voice light and excited as she hurries out the door with Norman.

As they disappear, the burning sensation in your palm begins to fade, replaced by a faint, lingering buzz. You lift your hand, studying the vertical eye with a puzzled expression.

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"Of course Stan sticks me with the broom closet for a bedroom," you mutter, shuffling into the cramped space. As soon as you reach the bed, you collapse onto it with a weary sigh. Your gaze drifts to your hand, staring at the vertical eye on it.

"...What are you?"

KNOCK KNOCK

"Y/n!!" You jolt, startled by the sudden noise.

"Mabel'sdatingazombieandshe'sgoingoutonadatewithhimrightnow!!!" Dipper's frantic voice spills through the door in one breathless rush.

You quickly get to your feet and swing the door open. "Woah, woah, slow down, Dip-" You grab his shoulders, worry knotting in your chest. "Explain that again, but slower."

Dipper takes a couple of shaky breaths, but his panic is still written all over his face. "Mabel's dating a zombie, and she's going on a date with him right now!" Without waiting for a response, Dipper turns and dashes off, pulling you along with him.

"Huh!? Wait- how do you know?" you manage to ask as you stumble after him.

"Earlier today, I was following him to gather evidence," Dipper confesses. "When I reviewed the footage, I saw him lose his hand and then reattach it!"

"I knew something was off about that weirdo..." You mutter, following Dipper out of the Mystery Shack. Stan was standing in front of a crowd, showcasing some kind of rock face, which made it virtually impossible to get his attention.

Scanning the area for an alternative, your eyes land on Wendy, casually sitting in a golf cart. "Dip! Look!" you exclaim, pointing toward her. Dipper's eyes widen before he grins at you. "Nice catch, Y/N!"

Rushing over, you quickly approach Wendy, "Wen, Just the gal I need, you don't mind if we steal that cart and possibly wreck it right?"

Wendy looks at you, then at Dipper, then back to you, and shrugs with a lazy grin, tossing you the keys. "Just try not to mow anyone down."

With a smirk, you hand the keys to Dipper. "Let's go save your sister."

You and Dipper jump into the cart, ready to back out of the lot when Soos suddenly appears, blocking your path.

"Dude, it's me, Soos," he says with a grin, handing Dipper a shovel. "This is for the zombies." He then turns to you, passing you a bat. "And this is just in case you come across a piñata."

"Uh... Thanks?"

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"I am seriously regretting giving you those keys" You shout as Dipper drives through the forest like a madman.

"Don't worry Mabel" Dipper shouts loudly, "We'll save you from that zombie!!" He accelerates faster.

"Help!" A shout resonated from off in the distance. You and Dipper gasp,

"Mabel!"

"Mabe!"

Dipper makes a sharp turn off the road, driving through the forest trying to follow the sound of Mabel's voice.

Soon, you both approach some kind of cave, and inside you can see Mabel surrounded by... gnomes?

Dipper slows down, parking once he's in the cave. "What the..." He mutters, "What the heck is going on here!?" he shouts, both confused and extremely underwhelmed.

A gnome runs up to you and hisses, prompting you to kick it.

"Dipper! N/n! Norman turned out to be a bunch of gnomes!" Mabel shouts as she bats away the gnomes crowding her, "And they're total jerks!" One particularly persistent gnome latches onto her hair, making Mable gasp in pain, "Hair- hair- hair-!"

Dipper stares at the chaos, shaking his head in disbelief. "Gnomes... huh, I was way off."

A faint warmth begins to emanate from your palm, similar to before. Glancing down, you gasp seeing the vertical eye glowing with a soft greenish-blue light.

"Hey! Let go of my sister!" Dipper yelled at the brown-haired gnome.

The brown haired gnome spins around, offering Dipper a sheepish grin. "Oh! Uh, hey there," he stammers with a nervous chuckle. "This is just a big misunderstanding, really. Your sister's perfectly safe. She's just, you know, marrying all thousand of us to become our gnome queen for eternity!" He turns back to Mabel with a smirk. "Right, sweetheart?"

Mabel, now tied down, glares daggers at the gnomes. "You guys are butt-faces!" she yelled before one of them hastily muffled her.

You step up beside Dipper, and kneel down to the gnome's height, trying to ignore the faint warmth spreading in your palm. "Listen here, Normal-man," you mock, voice steady, "if you and your creepy little friends don't let Mabel go, I'm going to recreate that gnome scene from the 2015 Goosebumps movie." You give your bat a subtle lift, just enough to make your point clear.

The gnome glares at you. "You think you can stop us? You have no idea what we're capable of. The gnomes are a powerful race! Do not trifle with the-"

You nudge him off the rock with your bat.

Dipper wastes no time, stepping forward to cut the string holding Mabel down with his shovel. Mabel flashes him a grateful smile before kicking the gnomes away and rushing toward the golf cart.

Dipper grabs your hand, pulling you along. For a brief moment, he hesitates, noticing the glow in your palm. You can almost hear the questions forming in his mind, but the urgency of the situation forces him to push them aside.

Once in the cart, Dipper quickly starts it up and speeds away. Faintly, you hear Jeff yelling behind you.

As the three of you exit the cave, Dipper eases up on the speed, his tension fading.

"Hurry, before they come after us!" Mabel urges, prompting Dipper to chuckle. "I wouldn't worry. Did you see their legs? Those suckers are tiny!"

You frown. "I'm with Mabe on this one, Dip. That was way too easy."

Dipper rolls his eyes. "And you called me paranoid-"

THUMP THUMP THUMP.

"...I blame Dip. He jinxed us."

A giant gnome monster, made up of smaller gnomes, looms behind the golf cart, chasing you.

"Move, move!" Mabel shouts at Dipper. He stumbles but quickly picks up speed. Glancing back, you see the creature's shadow growing larger.

"Dip!" you yell. "It's gaining on us!"

"I know! This thing won't go any faster, Y/N!" Dipper shouts back.

"Uhh, guys," Mabel says, peeking her head out of the cart. "It's getting closer!" Her voice is panicked.

"We know!" you and Dipper yell in unison.

The monster swings its massive arms, hurling small gnomes through the air toward your cart. Two gnomes land beside you, and out of reflex, you smack the one on your left, knocking it out cold.

The gnome on your right hisses, ready to pounce, but you swiftly grab the unconscious gnome and toss it at the other, sending both tumbling out of the cart.

Another gnome crashes onto the hood and springs at Dipper, latching onto his face with a tight grip.

You lunge forward, reaching over the seat to help the boy. The moment your hand touches the gnome, a greenish-blue light flares from your palm. The gnome yelps in pain, releasing Dipper and snatching his hat away in the process.

Mabel gasps, turning to you with a bright smile. "How'd you do that?" she asks. You stare at your hand, bewildered. "I... I don't know..."

Before either Mabel or Dipper can ask more, a tree crashes down in front of the cart. "Watch out!" you shout as Dipper swerves to avoid it. He manages to steer clear, but the sharp turn tips the cart over, sending all of you tumbling.

Groaning, you crawl out of the wrecked vehicle. "Called... it..." you mumble, slowly getting to your feet.

The ground trembles as the giant gnome monster approaches, each of its thundering steps echoing through the forest.

"Stay back, man!" Dipper shouts, grabbing a shovel and hurling it at the monster. The creature swats it away effortlessly.

The twins cling to each other in terror. You step in front of them, instinctively trying to shield them from the looming threat.

With every step the monster takes, you and the twins retreat, until you're backed against a wall.

"It's the end of the line, kids!" Jeff yells from atop the monster. "Mabel, marry us before we do something crazy!"

"Shoot..." you mutter, glancing at Mabel. "There's gotta be a way out of this..."

Mabel's gaze locks onto the monster as she carefully considers her next move. Slowly, she steps past you and Dipper, her expression firm. "I gotta do it," she says, her voice steady.

"Mabel, don't!" Dipper grabs her arm, fear evident in his eyes. "Are you crazy!?"

She doesn't waver. "Trust me," she whispers.

Dipper hesitates, about to protest, but you place a hand on his shoulder. "Hey, Dip," you murmur. "Trust her, just this once."

After a tense moment, Dipper sighs in frustration, then steps back.

Mabel offers you a grateful smile before turning to face the monster. "All right, Jeff. I'll marry you."

"Hot dog!" Jeff cheers, scrambling down the monster's side. "Help me down there, Jason! Thanks, Andy! Left foot, there we go... watch those fingers, Mike."

Jeff approaches Mabel, holding out a diamond ring with a smug grin. "Ehh? Ehh?" he says, gesturing to the jewels. Mabel kneels down, letting him slip the ring onto her finger.

"Bada-bing, bada-bam!" Jeff dances with glee. "Now that's how you get a wife! Let's head back to the forest, honey!"

Mabel admires the ring. "You may now kiss the bride," she declares.

Jeff smirks, leaning in for the kiss. "Well, don't mind if I do."

As Jeff moves closer, Mabel leans back and flicks on the leaf blower behind her, aiming it straight at him. The suction pulls him in with a whoosh.

"That's for lying to me!" Mabel shouts, cranking up the power. "And this is for breaking my heart!"

Jeff flails helplessly, yelping in pain.

You and Dipper approach, both thoroughly impressed by her quick thinking. Mabel glances over her shoulder, a sly smile forming on her lips. "And this... is for messing with my brother and my best friend."

She lifts the leaf blower and points it at the monster. "Want to do the honors, Dipper?"

Dipper grins widely. "On three."

"One, two, three!"

They launch Jeff out of the leaf blower, sending him crashing into the giant monster, scattering it in pieces.

With their leader gone, the gnomes scramble in confusion. You grab a rake leaning against the Shack and start herding the gnomes back into the forest.

Once you were sure they were all gone, you turned back and started heading in towards the Shack, Mabel had gone inside after talking with Dipper, leaving just the two of you.

"Oh- Um, Y/n!" " Dipper called out just before you reached the door, making you turn to face him. He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. "I just wanted to, uh, clear the air?"

He hesitated, glancing at you to gauge your reaction. "Since we've been stuck here, it kinda felt like we were at odds," he admitted. "But with everything that's happened - the journal and all - I figured we should..." His voice trailed off.

"But especially after today," his tone grew firmer, "you helped me when you didn't have to. If it wasn't for you, I don't know if I would've been able to get to Mabel..."

You smiled. "I get it, Dip, no need to get all mushy." He flushed, groaning a little in embarrassment. "But, honestly, you proved me wrong. You're a lot braver than you give yourself credit for."

Dipper stared at you for a moment, then smiled. "Thanks, Y/n. That... means a lot."

A comfortable silence settled between you just as Mabel popped back outside. "Come on, guys! Grunkle Stan has a present for us!"

»»————- 🪬————-««

You admire your new ring, a simple silver band etched with intricate Celtic designs. Inside, the name 𝕌ℝ𝕎𝕍𝕆ℝℍ is engraved, the letters catching the light as you turn it between your fingers.

A knock on the door pulls your attention from the ring. Shuffling around the tight space, you make it to the door and carefully open it.

"Dipper?" you ask, seeing the boy.

He nods, clutching the journal under one arm, a pen in his other hand. "Yeah, I wanted to talk about your... strange mark." You step aside, allowing him to enter, and the two of you settle on the bed.

"This started when you touched the journal?" Dipper asks, glancing at your hand. "Can you feel anything from the mark?"

You nod slowly. "Yeah, there's this constant faint buzzing sensation, and sometimes it gets really warm." Dipper jots something down in the journal, his brow furrowed.

"And do you know what triggers the warmth?"

You pause, thinking back. "It happened when Normalman first appeared - my palm started aching. And then again when we were near the gnomes."

Dipper murmurs to himself, deep in thought. "But why now? Was it the journal that set it off? Could you be some kind of psychic?" He clicks his pen repeatedly, lost in thought.

"Maybe... you have a knack for sensing the supernatural," he suggests, his voice trailing off.

You glance out the window, noticing the sun had long set, "Let's discuss this more tomorrow ok?" You suggest, "It's been a long day Dip, you should get some sleep."

Dipper frowns, trying to protest. "But-"

Before he can finish, you start nudging him toward the door. "Nope, not until I get my beauty rest," you say with a playful grin.

Despite his reluctance, you manage to push him out of the room and shut the door behind him.

"He worries too much," you mutter with a smile. With a yawn and a stretch, you make your way to your bed, sinking into the comforting embrace of the covers. As your eyes grow heavy, you're unaware of the soft glow beginning to emanate from your palm.

. . .

When you open your eyes, you find yourself standing in an empty field. The sky is a strange, burnt-orange hue, and to your surprise, you spot not one, but two suns hanging low on the horizon.

"Where... where am I?" you murmur, spinning around to take in your surroundings. Far off in the distance, you notice a figure, their entire body obscured by layers of clothing.

With nothing else to guide you, you approach the figure cautiously. "Hello?" you call out, the sound of your voice echoing slightly in the eerie stillness.

The figure jolts, turning abruptly to face you. A scarf and goggles hide their expression, but their posture is tense. "You!" he shouts, his voice sharp. "How did you get here? Who are you?"

You hesitate, glancing around once more before offering a helpless shrug. "I don't know. I just went to bed and woke up here."

He studies you closely, his gaze unnerving. After a moment, he reaches out toward you, his hand passing through your form. You blink in surprise.

"Fascinating," he mutters to himself, stepping back to examine you more. "Somehow, through your dreams, you've crossed into this place."

A strange sensation begins to ripple through you, like a tug from deep within. The man's eyes widen in alarm. "You're waking up," he whispers, almost in awe.

You glance down at yourself, watching in disbelief as your body starts to fade, the colors draining like watercolors bleeding into the paper.

"Wait!" the man calls out, suddenly frantic. "There's so much more I need to-"

But before he can finish, everything blurs, and the dream collapses in on itself.

. . .

Your eyes snap open, the soft light of morning filtering through your window. The room is still, the quiet only broken by your racing heartbeat. You lift your hand, the glow slowly fading once more.

You exhale deeply, trying to shake off the lingering sense of unease, wondering what it all could mean.

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A/N: Wooo Gravity fall's fandom is making a comeback!! This is an old - old rewrite of a fanfic I made on google docs as a kid. Now that I can write, I figured why not revise the old thing?

[levisrations]

Warnings: Tall Fem reader. All fluff, a lot of mistakes and a lot of commas

I bet Levi would love to dress you. Not dictate what you can and can’t wear but he would make suggestions and a lot of times you would humor them to the point that where you like it when he suggests an outfit. He loves when you wear tall heels, he doesn’t care that it makes you significantly taller. Matter fact he loves it. Especially when you wear a short dress to show off the long legs. Often Levi will show up with a new pair of heels, his favorite on you are those So Kates from Louboutin.

He loves how you dress for work. The blazers, the turtlenecks, the heels, the pant suits. He goes feral when he sees you all professional and confident. Before work you lay out what you’re thinking of wearing and Levi will give his input, maybe pull out something else from your closet. As always, you love when he does that so you take his suggestions into real consideration.

If he’s not home you take a full body selfie in front of your large mirror for him to see. He looks forward to those pictures. Absolutely loves it when you wear something he got you for the first time. “Wearing the cashmere sweater you got me ❤️” “I knew it would look good on you”.

Don’t get him started on vacation outfits. ESPECIALLY if you’re going somewhere warm and private. You best believe the bikinis are barely there. And it’s sundress central or long flowy skirts. He would be constantly taking photos of you candid and posing. Before vacation you go in for a mani pedi, you know just in case he wants to pop the question while on a vacation, and you always text him the colors you’re considering so he can help you make a decision. Loves it when you get nail extensions long and sharp enough to scratch his head and back and put him to sleep instantly.

You also make a lot of suggestions to him and his outfits. He always dresses very smart and dark colors. Polos, slacks, button shirts. Always crisp and ironed to perfection. Those short sleeve polos are your favorite because of the way they hug his biceps and waist. He’s got a nice watch collection too. You love looking through them and suggesting which one he should wear for the day.

Dressing each other up has become a favorite thing between the two of you.

[asexual-juliet]

OUTSIDERS MUSICAL COSTUME REFERENCE: Soc Boys (General)

[costume masterpost here]

Bob Sheldon is/has been portrayed by: Kevin William Paul, Barton Cowperthwaite, RJ Higton, Cole Zieser, and John Patrick Collins Paul Holden is/has been portrayed by: Dan Berry, Victor Carrillo Tracey, Kevin Csolak, Ryo Kamibayashi, John Patrick Collins, Cole Zieser, RJ Higton, and Davis Wayne Ensemble Soc boys are/have been portrayed by: RJ Higton, Barton Cowperthwaite, Sean Harrison Jones, Kevin Csolak, Cole Zieser, Davis Wayne, Victor Carrillo Tracey, Henry Julián Gendron, Ryo Kamibayashi, Cameron Burke, Matthew Varvar, and Devin Tyler Hatch

Letterman Jackets

ALL SOC BOYS have a letterman jacket that they wear during the first act/during the drive-in scene

Class Rings

ALL SOC BOYS wear a class ring (gold metal with large green stone)

Sneakers

ALL SOC BOYS have one pair of white sneakers that they wear in every Soc boy track they cover.

White Converse (KWP, Dan, Barton, Henry, Cameron, Matthew, RJ, Davis, & Cole, pictured respectively below)

Sean, Kevin, JPC, & Devin wear these:

Ryo wears these:

I do not have photos of the shoes worn by: Victor

Socks

Generally, the Soc boys seem to wear socks that match the color of their shirt/their general color scheme. The following photos are of KWP Bob (purple), RJ Chet (yellow), Barton Brill (green), & Ryo Chet/Brill/Trip (white with orange and blue stripes) respectively:

do not have a photo but Henry wears mint green/light teal socks

Patterns

Below are references for the patterns on most of the Soc boys’ shirts:

Bob: Short-sleeved lavender button-up shirt with square pointillism-type pattern in the fabric itself

Paul: plain yellow v-neck sweater worn over white turtleneck shirt

RJ/Davis: Short-sleeved button-up shirt with brown, yellow and white plaid pattern on a dark orange-red background

Barton/Devin: Short-sleeved button-up shirt with striped pattern in different shades of green

Sean/Kevin/Cole: Short-sleeved button-up shirt with blue, pink, and white plaid pattern on a blue background

Henry/Matthew: Short-sleeved button-up shirt with wide stripes in light grey, white, and mint green

Victor: wide-striped sweater in light blue, light grey, and white over blue turtleneck

Ryo: Short-sleeved button-up shirt with white stripe pattern on orange background

Cameron: Short-sleeved button-up shirt in yellow, white, turquoise, and dark blue plaid pattern

Matthew (only when Henry is on as a Soc boy): Short-sleeved button-up shirt with red and blue plaid pattern

MORE COSTUME-SPECIFIC INFORMATION CAN BE FOUND IN MY INDIVIDUAL COSTUME POSTS

[femmefatalevibe]

Femme Fatale Guide: My Fall Wardrobe Essentials

Pima cotton long-sleeve tees (I like the Supima ones from Everlane for every day)

Contour body suits (I like the Express Bodycon Compression line and Spanx bodysuits in vegan leather/silk)

Silk button downs

Structured cotton button-down

Cashmere sweaters (crewneck, turtleneck, polo neck, etc. – Everlane, Nadaam, and Cuyana are great affordable options)

Zippered knitwear (I like options from Pixie Market, Naadam, COS, Ganni, Helmut Lang, Nanushka, and more)

Black high-waisted tailored trousers (bootcut, flared, and straight leg)

Black high-waisted jeans (straight and bootcut for me!)

Elevated stretch pants (I like the Norma Kamali Boot Pant and Spanx Perfect Pant for this)

Cashmere trouser

Cashmere hoodie

Thick, well-structured black sweatshirt

High-waisted straight-leg leather pants

Long-sleeve black sweater dress

Maxi-length black satin slip dress

Leather/quilted/tweed mini skirt

Long knit skirt (love a co-ord top for this, too)

Perfectly-tailored longline, single-breasted black blazer

Tailored hourglass blazer

Leather blazer

Classic leather moto jacket

Cropped patent leather jacket

Lightweight wool/satin duster coat

Black cotton trench/leather trench coat

Black tweed jacket with elevated hardware

Structured black wool coat

Leather puff jacket

Minimalist white sneakers

Black block-heeled, sleek square-toed/pointy-toe boots

Modern black loafers

Croc-embossed black boot

Black moto/lace-up boot or minimalist platform boot

Stiletto heel, pointy toe black boot (one short and one knee high length to dress up any outfit)

Western-inspired boot

Sleek and sexy black pumps

Structured black tote/shoulder bag

Structured crossbody bag

Small shoulder bag

Novelty/fun top handle bag (beaded, croc-embossed, crystal-embellishments, etc.)

Seamless bras/underwear

Control-top black tights (sheer and opaque)

Comfortable white and black ankle/crew socks

A cashmere, silk, or faux fur everyday scarf

Fingerless gloves

Chunky chain necklaces/bracelets

Delicate gold and silver chains (necklaces and bracelets)

Mixed-metal rings

Diamond-encrusted & cocktail rings

Ear cuffs and threader earrings

High-waisted shapewear shorts

Cashmere or silk loungewear/pajamas

A lace teddy

Cozy slippers

[apoptoses]

It is #Molloy Monday and I am here to remind you that Daniel is featured most from 1975-1985 aka the Sluttiest Era of Modern Male Fashion.

Coming in HOT we have the cut off short shorts and cropped t-shirt or mostly unbuttoned button down combo. Daniel visited some warm climates during the chase years so I invite you to picture him in the tiniest ripped jean shorts sweating over whether or not that auburn haired lady down the street is actually Armand!!

Or going into the 80s sometimes the tops were REALLY cropped and exposed midrift and back!! Like just picture Daniel fucking around on Night Island in this, wow wow!!

But even when the pants were long the t-shirts were TIGHT, maximum pec definition through the shirt was a must.

If he didn't wanna show that much skin? That was fine because turtlenecks where IN baby!! These are basically vampire lingerie imo, covering up the most succulent part of the neck but still leaving a hint exposed below the jaw?? Armand had to have been dying of thirst!!!

(Also when it says Armand came to pick Daniel up from jail in a lawyer's tweed suit? He wasn't wearing no modern cut, he'd have been rocking the big lapels because this was the 70s tyvm)

Also important to note was that the 70s were the era of glam rock and androgyny, so picking a silky button down that looks like a women's blouse? Totally okay for men, very in style so long as you leave the top buttons undone to expose maximum chest.

Btw velour? Was IN. This is the 1979 equivalent of a juicy couture tracksuit which Armand could have snuggled right into while they were living in London.

And while the 80s sees the rise of a looser fit, that doesn't mean the crop top died or that people weren't still rocking a more form fitted jean when they were feeling casual.

This photo is from NYC in 1983 and shows that tight t-shirts and short shorts were still very much alive, just styled a bit differently! A tight top and looser straight leg jeans, or short bottom and a flowy open top took the place of all fitted looks.

Or that the mostly unbuttoned button down went away- if anything in the 80s the buttons went even LOWER and more revealing. Paired with a boxy linen suit this is essential 80s Miami aka Night Island looks.

and yeah that's spader, leave me alone, he's peak 80s here

This sweater is loose but it's got the deep V neck and a sheer knit, perfect for the beach!!

And yeah this is Sapder AGAIN but note the half open shirt, leather jacket, and jeans that get tighter near the ankle!! Classic 80s, baggy but still sexy, A+.

I SWEAR this is the last time I'm gonna use and abuse him but peep the muscle tank with the DIY cut edges on the arm holes! V neck! 80s!!!

Basically the takeaway here is that if you're putting them in the 80s and having them rock something baggy and double denim, the look still featured a tight waistline and rolled sleeves or rolled ankles to tighten the jeans. It wasn't just baggy all over!!

Here's some random images from the entire era to finish off:

So next time you're working on fic or art instead of just tossing Daniel into a regular old t-shirt and jeans consider doing some slutty 70s and 80s looks instead 😌

[shroomerr]

My Fashion HCs for Teenage/YA Kyle Broflovski

Disclaimer: These are just my design notes that I consider when designing/drawing Kyle and my personal interpretation of how I think he would dress and present himself! You're free to disagree or even take inspo from this. I don't own clothes nor your opinion. 🫶 Please also feel free to let me know your personal fashion HCs through the comments or tags as well. I'd love to hear other people's interpretations of these characters and I'm always collecting new HCs!!

Getting this out of the way first: he's a bad dresser.

HAVE YOU SEEN HIS PC DESIGN?

The boy does not know how to dress himself.

I imagine he gets his clothes mostly from Sheila and Gerald.

When he gets Gerald’s clothes, he looks pretty good, albeit sometimes it can be a bit big on him when he’s younger.

God help Sheila though. She’s doing her best but I HC her to be a second-generation immigrant and she dresses Kyle up from time to time. HAVE YOU SEEN HIS CLOTHES? Sheila is 100% the type to put Kyle in some funky ass patterned zigzag stuff and thinks her bubbeleh looks adorable.

Absolutely no sense of layering. He wears one thing and that's the outfit. Has to be told how to wear a sweater vest/vest over a dress shirt. The most layering he’ll do is a flannel over a t-shirt. Someone save him.

The worst part about getting his fashion sense from his parents is that he dresses like a dad /derogatory

At least he wears belts.

Also: no sense of customization. He will buy the clothes and he will wear them as is. If he’s feeling adventurous, he’ll tuck the shirt into his pants.

He absolutely bought the same green ushanka after his old one grew out. Whether it's the same color or if it's a slightly more desaturated one, idk (for his sake, I hope it's a more desaturated one). But that dude definitely bought the same one because he likes to hold onto the things he holds dear for longer than he should and not let go. He's stubborn and that hat is going nowhere.

He strikes me as someone who would wear Lacoste and Ralph Lauren

A sneakerhead.

I like to HC he got into sneakers because he initially wanted to fit in with cool people, but then he genuinely got into it.

Colors

God awful. He chose the worst kind of saturated green and the worst kind of saturated orange to be his favorite colors, and constantly pairs them together thinking it looks good. He does not in fact look good. He looks like a High-Vis Jacket. Or a traffic cone.

He gets one or the other: Either the colors work and his clothes are horrendous, or the fit kinda eats BUT YOU CAN’T EVEN LOOK AT IT BECAUSE YOUR EYES ARE BLEEDING FROM THE COLORS

Also, horrible patterns oh my god the patterns. From zigzags to stripes to argyle to gingham to plaid. The thing is these patterns aren’t bad BUT PAIRED WITH HIS CLOTHES AND THESE COLORS? He looks like a carpet shop. Christmas sweater looking ahh

At the very least, occasionally he'll wear neutrals like brown, beige, black and white.

In terms of actual clothes:

Tops

Ugly ass polos. Either a beige one or an Uncle Roger type of orange polo.

Also polo knit sweaters

Boring ass t-shirts. Either in neutral colors or his all time favorite saturated green or saturated orange.

Sweatshirts.

Sweaters.

Turtlenecks

Dress shirts, blouses, and button ups. Long and short sleeves.

Probably his dad’s Alma Mater hoodie.

His basketball jerseys.

If and when he learns... some vests and sweater vests. Must be given guidance on this (mostly from Butters).

Pants

Skinny jeans. Enough said. At least has the ass for it.

Or any tight-fitted pants, like chino pants.

Or dress pants from Gerald that are too big on him.

His basketball shorts.

Fishing shorts.

(that skinny jeans picture kills me. yes he'd wear skinny jeans like this. yes he'd cuff them up and you can see his ankles.)

Jackets/Coats

Blazers.

Flannels.

Fleece jackets.

Waxed cotton jackets.

Barn coats.

Wool car jackets.

Sometimes he'll wear the jackets fully zipped too.........

I imagine him wearing stuff with a tweed material, like a tweed blazer.

When he's older, he'll wear longer coats that his dad gives him, like topcoats or overcoats.

Some sporty windbreakers.

Maybeeee bomber jackets. Has to be given guidance on this or borrows Stan’s.

Shoes

Again, sneakerhead. So New Balances, Air Forces, Air Maxes, Air Jordans, Adidas, basketball sneakers, etc. (Disclaimer: I'm not a sneakerhead. This is just what I was able to gather based on one quick google search).

“DON’T CREASE MY JORDANS!!!”

Cartman's probably the one creasing them.

Some Timbs too.

Sometimes dress shoes when he wants to feel fancy, but he always gets called a douche for it.

For snowy days: heavy duty winter boots.

Accessories

No jewelry. Very boring. Just belts.

Sweatbands for his head and wrists, but only when he’s playing basketball or working out.

For gloves, I imagine those thicker, heavy duty winter finger gloves.

He tries ties, but they are not good. Once again: ugly patterns or colors.

Sometimes needs his reading glasses (he tries to deny it, but he does need them occasionally).

Edit: FORGOT TO ADD he'd totally wear watches.

Hats

His stupid ushanka/trapper hat.

Some sport caps

Other miscellaneous stuff:

One thing’s for sure: he’s well groomed.

Not a single wrinkle on his clothes. He knows his way around an iron.

Buttons up every button, though sometimes that makes him look a loser nerd or an uptight douche. Stan has to tell him to at least unbutton the two top ones.

At the very least, his clothes are well tailored to fit his body.

His sneakers are always pristine white. Takes good care of them.

I want to say he sometimes wears cologne but no. I know in my heart he’s an axe body sprayer user. Give him some time, he'll learn.

Hair

At some point went through a phase where he just shaved off all of his hair.

It takes a while for him to learn how to take care of his hair, but he gets some tips from Bebe + a barber shop recommendation from her and he’s never looked back.

Before that, he would just tie it up or hide it under his hat. He still does that though when he's overwhelmed with schoolwork and can't properly take care of it.

Uses some kind of hair product Bebe gives him to make his curls defined (another disclaimer: I have straight hair and not a curl expert so im not tooo sure on this 😔, my only knowledge is based on those curly hair GRWM youtube shorts that pop up on my feed).

But yea, well defined curls and a bit of a little bit of a fade just to get rid of some weight off of his head. Though he probably only gets the fade when he's 17-18.

Diagnosis: BAD BAD BAD. DESPERATELY needs an intervention.

[looney-mooney-studio]

Linda Flynn Fletcher/Linda Cipher throughout the years! Full image ID under the cut cuz there’s a lot of text to transcribe lol

New Astrophysicist: Eager to start her new career! Wants to prove herself after Lindana’s legacy. Craves fame on her own terms. Willing to do WHATEVER it takes! Silver jewelry. Silver star shaped earrings. Purple headband. Colorful striped shirt. Purple choker necklace. White Labcoat. Bell bottom blue jeans. Shoulder length red hair.

Dating Bill: more confident in self and career. Starts dressing more professionally, without sacrificing personal sense of style. Starts wearing gold jewelry. Yellow button up shirt. Gold triangular earrings. Yellow headband. Black choker necklace. Blue jeans. White lab coat.

Possessed by Bill: PARTY GIRL! Colleagues just think this is what she’s like when she’s drunk. Acts kinda slutty? MESSY HAIR (Bill’s not used to vessels with so much hair, so he keeps messing with it.) lineart different - more Gravity Falls style than Dwampyverse style. Doesn’t know how to wear a shirt. Lost a shoe - Linda will have to find it later. Mostly same as last design, but without the labcoat.

Pregnant: hair grows faster during pregnancy. Shows off her belly! Patches clothes - Bill starts breaking things, but she blames their body’s hormones. Design is same for both pregnancies because she just reuses her old pregnancy clothes. Same “dating bill” design, but with longer hair, a crop top, and a green patch on her blue jeans. Gold wedding ring.

Full Bill Cultist: Dresses more and more like Ford. Invests in hippy stuff. More obvious about being with Bill. Colleagues think she’s starting to go a little bit nuts, but can’t argue with her results. Red turtleneck. Tan jacket. Shoulder pads. Black slacks. Brown sneakers. Gold triangle earrings. Gold headband. Gold beaded necklace with a big triangular bill cipher charm. Gold wedding ring.

Post Breakup: doesn’t take care of self. Ironically looks more like if Bill were possessing her. Still wears yellow, but it’s washed-out. Her relationship with Bill is broken, but still fresh. Tired, trying not to sleep a whole lot. Caffeine addict. Messy hair. Green headband. Green flannel jacket. Yellow t-shirt. Tan cargo pants. Green sneakers. TIRED.

Dating Lawrence: letting herself be a little bit cringe. Having fun! Reminding herself of things she enjoys outside of what she did with Bill, like music and fiber arts. No yellow OR red. She’s being DIFFERENT for a little while. Pony tail. Black scrunchy. Teal sweater dress. White belt.black leggings. Purple leg warmers. Black sneakers. Clunky upside down teal teardrop earrings.

Now: wears yellow again, but on her OWN terms now. Isn’t afraid anymore. Trying out new things! Opted out of rings with Lawrence. They have antique lockets instead. Whole family has them, including a custom-made locket for Perry. Takes a lot of classes. Content to be a stay-at-home mom with a lot of hobbies. Her career isn’t important to her anymore, she doesn’t even have one. She’s FREE. White short sleeved button up shirt. Yellow sweater vest. Green khakis. Yellow orthopedic shoes. Peach colored headband. Teal pearl earrings.

[multiheadcanons]

BLU STREETWEAR

scout: a long sleeve shirt with thumb holes chewed into them, and a solid t shirt over that. occasionally he will put a jacket or a hoodie over this if it is cold. a pair of joggers, long crew socks, and a pair of platform high top sneakers, the shoelaces wrapped around his ankle three times, and the ends tucked into the shoes themselves. if it’s sunny, he will add a brimmed hat. doesn’t like beanies, so he rarely wears them.

soldier: a simple white t shirt and a pair of neutral colored pants, slacks, or jeans. black or brown leather jacket with an interior faux fur lining over the shirt, and his work boots. he doesn’t own any other shoes than his work boots. they are molded to his feet, and at this point are some of the most comfortable things he owns. helmet stays on unless the team begs him to leave it at home. they think he’s cuter without it.

pyro: their fire suit, but with a ring on every finger. pyro is a big accessorizer. lots of hats, lots of jewelry, lots of purses and bags, lots of stick on gems. they are usually running around with gems glued to the gas mask where their ears assumedly are. those are their earrings. pyro also has a lot of coverups. robes, sweaters, jackets, coats. pyro doesn’t like to take the suit off, but they do like the variety in their looks! it works for them.

demo: black cropped short sleeved turtleneck with an undershirt of various colors and textures. leather jacket, and a pair of sneakers, or a pair of combat boots. the undershirt normally will match his pants, which are usually cargo joggers. he’s got undershirts and this particular style of pants in every color and pattern imaginable, and there is a match for each article of clothing. styled with a thick, structured trench coat in various neutrals and a kooky beanie that doesn’t match anything.

heavy: white, thin long sleeve shirt. a solid shirt, normally blue, placed above it. sleeves left alone regardless of the temperature outside. the pants change, but are usually thick, or freshly pressed denim. he once wore overalls and that freaked everyone out, so those got taken out of the wardrobe. denim jackets that do not get above a cerulean in tone and saturation and leather fingerless gloves, usually left unbuttoned unless it’s cold. if he’s wearing jeans, he will switch to a leather jacket. thick platformed boots. he likes the extra inches. makes his existence funnier. sometimes, he will wear a cap.

engineer: this man goes pretty much everywhere in the same hoodie and jeans he’s owned for the past ten years. it’s the shoes that change. sometimes it’s his work boots. sometimes a ratty pair of sneakers. sometimes a pair of well cared for loafers. sometimes fuzzy dog slippers and socks. underneath the hoodie is normally a short sleeved collared shirt, patterned with odd and silly, almost eye watering designs. or flannel in a variety of colors. has a large sherpa olive green coat for the colder days. his actual outfit rarely, if ever changes, what does is how he wears it. there is a notable difference of him wearing this hoodie slouched, covered in crumbs versus his shoulders rolled back and his characteristic uncaring charisma.

medic: it really depends on the weather. on hotter days, he will opt for a white cotton three quarter sleeve shirt, and a pair of pressed slacks with leather dress shoes. his forearms are usually busting out of the sleeves, and he is already complaining of the heat. in the colder months, he is much more put together, and less bitchy. a dark brown turtleneck, a vest of a complementing color, and wool blend slacks. a thick woolen trench coat above that, and occasionally a cap. has many odd pairs of shoes for the winter. loafers with cutouts, infeasibly fitted boots that look crafted around his legs, none truly made for snow. this has never posed a problem.

sniper: snipes will eat up a little v neck henley and a pair of casual slacks. and you know those buttons are never done and those sleeves are cuffed, come on. he might cuff his pants comically high, even. really just depends on what he’s doing for the day. normally in some sandals. “thongs”, even. he learned very quickly he could not call them thongs around the americans. or any of the team, really. though when he found out what a thong was in america he was quite humored! if it’s cold he’s just wearing his regular shoes, and a vest.

spy: stay with me on this journey, okay? because he’s gonna eat this up, promise. a powder blue crewneck, comically oversized. like 5xl men’s powder blue crewneck layered on top of a silk white button up shirt. he belts it with a wide cognac belt, allowing the rest of the belt to flap however it will. if he’s feeling particularly queer, under this will be a powder blue dominant plaid pleated skirt. he tops this with loafers of his choice. and you know the balaclava stays on.